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02’ babyyy

[tetsvrei]

𖦹 f!reader, just rough unprotected sex

He hurt himself while playing volleyball again and just like the usual, you kissed his wound before keeping the medicine kit. "This hurts too," he whined and you gulped when he brought your hand over the huge bulge of his gray sweatpants, dragging it along his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down. Your eyes widened as his erect cock popped upright. Your tongue reflexively moistened your lips at the delicious sight of it.

"Would you give it a kiss too?" He whispered under a sleazy grin.

"Which lips do you want?" You breathed out and you surely saw him get a tad bigger.

He ran his curled finger over your lips and you anticipated sucking it, but he pulled away.

"Is this one ready?" He asked while the tip of his fingers rubbed your pussy over your panties like he's squeezing the juice out of you. "Fuck..." He hissed, seeing how quickly he made you feel aroused. "Just the sight of my cock and you're this wet."

"P-Please..." You begged as you rolled your hips against his touch.

He groaned in return unable to hold back any longer. Positioning yourself over his lap, he set aside your panties and aligned his cock on your entrance. Without hesitations, he pushed his hips upwards, penetrating you deep.

You moaned and he grunted. He didn't bother taking it slow and he slammed with endless speed, making you wrap your arms around his strong body. "W-Wait! Wait! I can't...take it!" You pleaded but he didn't budge, instead he got both of his palms on the surface of the bed, pushing himself up and down against you and showing you who's in control. You felt your inside heating up as his dick felt like tearing you apart yet it felt so good you're about to lose your mind. Your head swung back not bearing the intensity and soon, you let go of your hold of him, your back falling in bed. He hovered you, not letting go. With such force, he rammed into you finishing himself. You convulsed, cumming hard around him at the same time.

You both caught your breaths and he placed gentle kisses on your temple. "Does this hurt?" He asked, tenderly touching your pussy. "Do I have to give it a kiss?" He whispered and you knew you couldn't stop him. Your head started spiraling when he sucked you in, bringing you back in bliss again probably for the entire night.

—♡ kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, atsumu, lev, osamu, iwaizumi, ushijima, terushima, daichi, hirugami

Ψ↝ @namjin20 @iwaplant @tetszume @greinch @kuroosexuall

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thinking about tooru throat training at home and making you cockwarm him with your mouth you so that his teammates don’t hear you gagging when he facefucks you when they’re around :/

minors dni, exhibitionism mentions, gn!reader

"stay still, right there, pretty." of course, it's nearly impossible to obey his command when you're flattened to the ground, throbbing sex all but grinding against the carpet, tooru's lengthy cock seated deep inside your throat. your cheeks strain with the weight of him stretching your lips out, dried tears staining the corners of your eyes.

just for a second, your head pulls back, trying to ease your throat into a comfortable position. but tooru knows better- he knows you can take him longer, knows you want to be good for him. so he offers a helping hand.

a heavy palm is placed against the back of your head, locking you in place. the setter doesn't look away from your watering eyes despite how you wish he would- then it would be easier to disappoint him. the whine you emit from deep in your chest ahs him whimpering for you, body curling over yours while he fights the urge to fuck your face- fights the urge to dig his fingers deep in your skull and use you like a toy, like you always beg him to.

but its for that exact reason that he stills himself, petting your hair and nestling himself firmly against the back of your throat, letting your nose nuzzle into his soft pubic hair. it's not often that he gets moments alone with you. at least, not as often as he'd like.

during volleyball season, he's away from home for months at a time- a whole country away from home. so when you come to visit him, this is how he likes to spend his free time. pouring every built up load of cum into your pretty body, making sure you go home completely and totally stuffed full of him.

but just because you come to visit, doesn't mean practice stops. so, no, he doesn't get enough time with you as he'd like. but when he pushes your head down a little further and he feels you swallow around him, even with his vision going white and his eyes rolling back, he can tell you're not making any noise at all.

"good fuckin job, starlight," he exhales once he bites through the flesh of his lower lip, bringing the taste of metallic blood to his tongue. sometimes he trains you like this, wants to make sure your throat is a perfect replica of his cock, a warm home no matter where you are- but, other times, he's training himself- because he needs to remember not to make any noise, either. and with the sweetest lips he's ever felt kissing his pelvis, it's almost impossible.

[sweetdreamlandstuff]

Car Sex - Part 2

NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Part 1

Summary: Here we go again.. This is the part for Bokuto, Oikawa and Atsumu. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :) Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!!

Content: fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), public sex, slight implied voyeurism, spanking, penetrative sex

Koutarou Bokuto

“We’ve already waited 10 minutes,” Bokuto calls out, a frown etched onto his face. You watch him as he momentarily holds the phone away from his ear, to roll his eyes at you. You smile at his dramatic expression.

He lets out a long sigh before he hangs up. “Sorry, babe. We’ll have to wait for a few minutes.”

“Really?” You exhale deeply, leaning your head against the headrest. You two are parked in front of Hinata’s apartment, waiting for him to finally come out.

“Yeah.” He looks at you apologetically. “Is it okay to wait for a little while? Or should we just drive ahead?” He places his large palm on your thigh, smoothing over your delicate skin.

“No, no. It’s all good.” You smile at your boyfriend reassuringly. You place your hand on top of his, squeezing it lightly.

His gaze drops, his eyes fixing on your much smaller hand resting on his. He takes your delicate hand into his, kissing it softly. 

“You look so beautiful today,” he compliments you, his honey eyes trailing across your features. 

You chuckle, slightly shaking your head. “That’s the third time you've said that today, Kou.”

He looks at you almost indignantly. “Well, that is because it’s true,” he exclaims.

You move your hand, cradling his face. He leans into your touch, nudging against your palm. He trails feathery kisses along your wrist, humming against your skin. Your chest warms as you watch him do this. Then he comes closer, pressing his mouth onto yours. The kiss is soft, but assertive.

You cradle your hands into his hair, pulling him closer to you. His tongue prods into your mouth, gliding against yours. His hand that rests on your thigh grabs the flesh harder, eliciting you a small moan. Bokuto swallows the soft sound, pushing even closer to you. 

The kiss gets increasingly more heated until Bokuto pulls away, panting slightly. He grins at you, before he dips down. He presses soft kisses onto your neck and you let him; throwing your head back to give him more access. Both of his large hands grab onto your hips, following the dip of your curves until they rest on your thighs again. 

“I love this dress,” he mutters against your neck as his hands creep higher on your thighs. He pulls the hem of your short dress higher and you gulp, feeling heat pool at your core. 

“What are you doing?” You hiss.

He grins up at you. “Putting this time waiting to good use,” he mutters, a certain determination laying in his voice.

Your breath hitches, when you see the feral look in Bokuto’s eyes.

“Here!? You’re crazy, Koutarou,” you squeak, unconsciously pressing your thighs together.

Bokuto comes back up, his mouth now ghosting over your lips. His breath fans hot over your lips as he chuckles lowly. “I think I’ll get crazy if you don’t let me bury my face between your thighs.”

You gasp lowly at his lewd words. “We can’t do this,” you mutter, intending to sound assertive but your words come out hushed.

He presses soft kisses on your neck, sucking ever so slightly. His large palm cups your pussy through panties. You choke on a moan in response.

Your body moves on your own; you slowly grind yourself against his hand, chasing the friction. Heat pools at your core and you’re sure; Bokuto probably feels your wetness soaking through your panties. 

His chest rumbles as his light laugh fills up the car. His words sound dark in contrast, his breath fanning hotly over your ear. “It feels like you wanna do this.”

You gulp. He’s right. The lust clouds your mind, so you surrender the temptation. He fumbles with your panties and you comply; lifting your hips slightly to help him take them off. 

The air hits your pussy and you’re surprised at how wet you already are. You feel like you’re about to burst; the excitement of getting caught heightening your lust. His fingers ghost over your vulva, smearing your wetness through your folds.

A low groan rumbles through his chest “You’re so wet already,” he mumbles. His words make your face burn. You look out of the window, letting out a low sigh when you don’t spot any people around. Just a little bit of fun won’t hurt anyone, you decide. Just a few minutes.

Bokuto watches your expression as he thrusts his finger into you. You gasp lowly in response. He adds a second finger when he feels how wet you are. His thumb rubs slow circles over your clit. Your breath intensifies until he elicits you a first whimper when he curls his fingers just right, reaching that sweet spot deep inside of you.

The car is filled up with the squelching sound of your sloppy pussy. You hold onto his shoulder, digging your nails into his flesh when he increases his pace. You observe him, seeing the way his jaw clenches as your pussy flutters around his fingers.

He catches your eyes, smiling at you. “You like that huh?”

“Yeah,” you hum, your low chuckle turning into a moan as he presses a soft kiss to your neck. 

His breath fans over your throat, sending a chill down your spine. “Let me make you feel good. Wanna taste you so bad, baby.” 

You whimper slightly, when his thumb stimulates your bundle of nerves more harshly. 

“I don’t know if - uh if we can do this here,” you mutter. But alone the thought of Bokuto eating you out, here in the car, nearly sends you tipping over the edge.

He plunges his finger out of you, like he wants to punish you. You look at him questionably until you feel his rough palms smoothing over your exposed thighs. He takes ahold of your legs, positioning you so you can spread your legs for him. It’s a little uncomfortable; your head resting against the door awkwardly. 

But the way Bokuto’s tongue starts lapping at your folds makes you feel like laying on a cloud. You’re not sure how he does it, angling himself right in the confined space of the car. But he manages somehow, the need for you making him neglect the straining of his neck or legs. 

He lets his tongue swirl around your throbbing clit and you hum delightfully in response. Then he perks his head up, his golden eyes boring into yours. You think you’re about to cum, the sinful picture of him between your legs and the possibility of getting caught twisting the knot in your belly unbelievably tighter.

“I’ll be quick, I promise. Just wanna have you cumming on my face one time. Okay, baby?” He asks breathlessly, while his hands grab the meat of your thighs. 

You nod, throwing your head back when he buries himself between your thighs again. His tongue is eager now, drawing tight circles around your throbbing clit at a relentless pace. 

“You taste so good,” he remarks, as he nearly chokes on a groan. “So good, so sweet,” he hums, his breath fanning over your dripping folds. His praise makes your chest burn hot.

Your hands desperately search for something to hold onto, finding purchase on the seat you’re lying on. You dig your nails into the cushion, your mouth opened in a silent cry as his lips seal around your puffy clit.

It’s almost obscene how wet you are, the lewd squelching sounds of your messy pussy meeting Bokuto’s tongue filling up the narrow space of the car. With every move of his tongue you can feel your orgasm nearing. 

Your legs dare to close but he pries them open, his rough palms keeping your thighs spread. He sucks harshly on your clit. You cry out his name, as your legs shake around his head.

Your orgasm washes over you with an unbearable intensity. Your pussy spasms around nothing as Bokuto works you through it with his skilled mouth. He drinks up everything you give him; savoring your taste. 

He lazily drags his tongue through your sloppy folds until the hazy layer over your eyes has cleared away. You fix your gaze on your boyfriend still laying between your thighs, his face blissful and messy as he drinks up your arousal. A light smile plays around your lips, your chest rising and falling with your labored breath. 

Then you look up. Your heart drops in your chest when you see a faint orange blob through the car window. Fuck.

“Kou.” He only hums against your pussy and you try to suppress your moan. “Koutarou. Hinata is coming,” you hiss. Bokuto looks up at you, his eyes widen in surprise. 

“Shit,” he curses, hurriedly finding his way back into his seat. You do the same, tugging down your dress. You look around the seat, trying to find your panties. Bokuto watches you struggle until he finds your damp panties. A lopsided grin lays on his face as he stuffs them into his pocket.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, “I’ll hold onto them.” He winks at you and you don’t have any time left to object.

The back door swings open and Hinata climbs into his seat. “Sorry for being late!” He chirps.

Bokuto quickly wipes your arousal from his chin before he turns his head to face Hinata.

“Hey,” Bokuto greets him, his eyes shortly glinting at you mischievously. His voice is still a little breathless as he mutters “No worries. We put the time to good use.”

Oh, if Hinata only knew what this entailed.

Tooru Oikawa 

The music fills up the confined space of the car, as you watch Matsukawa in the front seat bobbing his head to the music, his dark hair blowing in the wind. The bass bleeds loudly through the cheap boxes of Hanamaki’s car, as he drives you all through the night. The lights of the city blur behind the windows and you avert your gaze, letting it wander to your boyfriend sitting next to you. 

Your eyes trail over his side profile and you can’t help but wonder how you have been blessed with such a handsome boyfriend. He’s mesmerizing. He has always been. You watch the way the lights illuminate his skin and the slight breeze ruffling through his brown locks before he turns his head. 

Oikawa catches your gaze, his right hand that lays on your bare thigh squeezing ever so slightly. He grins at you lazily before he dips his head low.

“You alright, baby?” He asks, his breath fanning over your neck. You smile at him, nodding so you don’t have to scream over the music.

He tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear, his hazel eyes trailing over your face lovingly. Then he presses his lips to yours. You open your mouth, granting his eager tongue entry. It drags across your bottom lip before moving against your own. You taste the alcohol on him; the beer, the gin. It tastes good. You two stay kissing like that until you pull away, catching your breath. 

You turn your head, peering at Iwaizumi slouching in his seat next to you. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable so you want to make sure that he is still sleeping. Luckily, he is. His chest rises and falls slowly, his eyes are shut close and his head leans against the window. He had too much to drink - all of you probably. 

Oikawa’s hand cups your face to tilt your head towards him again. His lips are on yours in an instant. He kisses you with more vigor now, his tongue prodding into your mouth eagerly. His hand roams over your body, cupping your tits through your thin top before he goes lower. His rough palm smoothes across your bare thighs, squeezing your flesh. 

He swallows your gasp, once his hand sneaks under your skirt. His large palm cups your pussy through your panties, possessively and determined. You pull away, frowning at Oikawa. 

“What are you doing?” You hiss quietly, and you know he can hear you, even over the loud music.

But he only looks at you dumbly, playing innocent. You shoot him a warning glare. He lets his lips ghost over your lips while his thumb presses down onto your clothed clit playfully. 

“I’m doing nothing,” he mutters innocently, his husky voice falling directly onto your ears. 

“Your friends are in the same car, you really can’t be serious, Tooru,” you try to reason with him.

“They won’t notice anything. They’re all drunk,” he persuades you with his honeyed-voice, his thumb rubbing slow circles onto your clothed clit. 

You feel helpless; the pressure on your clit only making you want Oikawa to finally pull your panties to the side and touch you properly. 

His lips hover directly over your eardrum as he purrs, “Come on, baby. Let me make you feel good.” 

You gulp, breathing out a shaky moan. Your resolve is crumbling and he knows it. You try to glare at him again but he only grins at your expression. 

“Don’t give me that look,” he mutters in a condescending tone, a smile tugging at his lips. You see his face, flushed and glowing, his hair disheveled, his half-lidded eyes set on you. He’s tipsy, just like you.

And the alcohol makes you both bold, reckless even. With another teasing swirl of his thumb against your increasingly wet panties you comply. You shift in your seat, moving closer to Oikawa, spreading your thighs. 

You carefully try not to move against sleeping Iwaizumi next to you. A part of you feels ashamed, perverse even. You let your gaze wander through the car once more just to reassure you that the guys won’t notice. You observe Matsuwaka drunkenly singing, Hanamaki concentrating on the street ahead. They won’t have a clue, you reason with yourself. So you nod at your boyfriend and he wastes no time, his hand eagerly tugging your panties to the side. 

Oikawa lets his slender fingers glide over your pussy. He collects your wetness before he circles your clit slowly, almost teasingly. He comes closer, pressing his lips onto yours again. He kisses you almost frantically. It’s like every air was sucked out of your lungs when he leans back again, his face inches away from yours. 

His hazy eyes are fixed on you as he plunges his finger inside of you. He watches you; your face flushed, eyes big as he curls his finger just right. Oikawa would love to hear you, but the music is just too loud. But you; you’re glad for the loud music. Undeniably so. Because as Oikawa moves, adding a second finger just to plunge both even deeper, you feel your slick coating his fingers, dripping down his wrist. You’re so fucking wet, it’s almost humiliating.

And you’re sure if there would be no music, all men would hear the squelching sound of your soaking pussy. This thought alone has your pussy fluttering around his fingers. You’re embarrassed that the slight chance of Oikawa’s friends noticing your doing only turns you on more. It all feels sloppy and obscene.

You avert your gaze slightly but Oikawa stops you, his free hand cupping your jaw, turning it back to him. He grins down at you as he increases his pace. “You like that, huh?” He muses.

You gulp, letting out a choked sound. His eyes trail over your features, his grin growing even wider. You glare at him and he only chuckles. He increases the pace of his fingers, his thumb rubbing tight circles over your throbbing clit. The knot in your stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with every swirl of his calloused finger.

His gaze wanders and his eyes are glued to his fingers disappearing inside of you, again and again, glistening with your sweet arousal.

Oikawa dips low, his hot breath fanning over your neck. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you,” he breathes. You feel a shiver run down your spine at his lewd words. 

“You’re so filthy,” he continues, a dark chuckle ripping past his lips. Your pussy clenches around his fingers and you hope the music drowns out your pained whimper. “I didn’t know that my sweet girl loves the thrill of getting caught,” he mutters, almost amused. “You like that, hm?” 

You slightly shake your head. But your body betrays you; your pussy spasming around his fingers. He chuckles again, knowingly. 

“But I guess you have to be louder for them to hear you,” he drawls. “I bet sleepy Iwa-chan would love to hear you moaning.” The way his tone dips lower with every word has you gasping. 

You bite down onto your bottom lip, not wanting your breathless moans to slip past your swollen lips. But then Oikawa increases his pace again and you feel your orgasm nearing. You can’t keep quiet, your heavy pants turning into quiet moans. You frantically let your eyes wander around the car, luckily noticing that no one spares you two any attention. 

So you relax, letting Oikawa draw your orgasm from you. He curls his fingers just right, reaching your sweet spot before his thumb almost punishing stimulates your puffy clit. Your thighs twitch and you throw your head back, closing your eyes as you feel the lust pulsing through your veins. 

Oikawa’s dark eyes hungrily drink in your facial expression, as he feels your pussy spasming around his slippery fingers.

“Cum for me. Come on. Let go, I’ve got you,” he mutters, his voice delirious with need. So you do; you let go.

You come, hard and fast. You tremble, your back arching slightly as you come undone. Your mouth is opened in a silent scream as your walls clench around Oikawa’s fingers greedily.

And with your hazy mind you don’t notice the slight jerk of Iwaizumi’s body next to yours. You just listen to Oikawa’s sweet praise falling onto your ears and the bass of the music bleeding through the speakers as you gush around his fingers. 

Atsumu Miya

“What is it?” Atsumu prods, momentarily letting his gaze trail over your side-profile. The way your name drips from his lips almost makes you turn your head but you stay stern. He sighs when you don’t answer, fixing his gaze back on the road in front of him. 

Another minute in silence passes before he addresses you again. “Come on. Talk to me. Please, baby,” he pleads.

You pout, stubborn as you are. You look out of the window, not wanting to answer him. His hand squeezes your thigh softly. You turn your head abruptly, glaring at him. His eyes widen a little once he sees your expression. He clears his throat, letting go of you. You avert your gaze again, watching the landscape passing by. 

That is until Atsumu takes an unexpected turn. You whip your head around, looking at him in confusion. He continues staring ahead until the car comes to a halt on some secluded spot next to some forest. 

“What are you doing?” You break the silence, your curiousness getting the best of you.

A sly smirk plays around his lips, “Oh, so you actually can talk to me after all.”

You frown at him, pressing your lips into a tight line. You want to wipe that lazy smile off his face. But you stay silent; watching him unbuckle his seatbelt before he turns towards you.

“Now tell me what’s wrong,” he demands, his dark, unwavering eyes fixed on yours.

You sigh, averting his piercing gaze. “So you don’t realize it yourself?” you mutter disappointedly.

He smoothes his hand over his face, his brows furrowed slightly as he thinks. “Don’t tell me this is about that one woman who approached me,” he murmurs, slightly amused.

You look at him like you want to rip his head off. “Oh, so you did realize,” you answer. You feel your blood boiling again. “She was holding onto you like she belongs to you,” you hiss. 

“Oh, come on. You’re serious upset about that?” He asks, almost unbelieving. He tries his best not to laugh at how jealous you are. It’s cute, somehow. He watches you frown as you cross your arms defensively. 

He extends his arm to let his hand brush against your cheek. His voice is soft now, just like his fleeting touch. “You don’t have to worry, baby. I’m yours,” he murmurs. 

You observe his eyes, seeing the honesty reflecting in the dark shade. “I’m all yours, you know that,” he mumbles tenderly.

You let out a low breath, your jealousy nearly melting away with his words. 

“Come here,” he pleads, gesturing you to sit on his lap.

You scoff at him, shaking your head slightly.

“Please” he begs, trying his best at giving you puppy eyes.

You roll your eyes at him and oblige, reluctantly. 

You straddle him in his seat, laying your hands on his broad shoulders. He grins up at you and you try to suppress the smile that is tugging at the corner of your lips. His hands find your hips, pulling you slightly closer to him. 

He looks at you with beseeching eyes. “I love you. Only you.”

You gulp, your resolve crumbling. You try to turn your head but his hand clasps your jaw softly. “You don’t wanna answer me?” He protests.

You roll your eyes again, smiling languidly. “I love you too,” you mutter. 

You feel his chest rumbling as his laugh fills up the car. “Now that’s my girl,” he grins proudly.

You grin back at him and you get lost in each other’s eyes for a second. 

Then Atsumu moves, pressing his lips onto yours. You part your lips softly when his tongue sweeps along your bottom lip. His tongue prods eagerly into your mouth, moving against yours as his hands grab your hips tightly. He moves you impossibly closer to him as you nestle your hands into his blond hair. You grind yourself against him faintly, swallowing his low groan before you pull away. 

You look down at him; taking in his disheveled hair, his kiss bruised lips and dark eyes. And with the way he looks at you, you have admit that maybe - just maybe - you have overreacted. 

Atsumu trails kisses along from your ear down your throat, feathery and soft. 

“Wanna show ya how much ya mean to me,” he mutters against your neck. 

His hot breath fans across your skin, a shiver running down your spine. He’s holding onto your hips tighter now as he guides you along him. You can feel his half-hardened dick pressing through the layers of clothing separating you two. Heat pools at your core and Atsumu drinks up the little moan that drops from your lips.

Then he pulls away. A string of spit connects your lips shortly. He wipes the spit from your bottom lip, his calloused thumb pressing down onto your lip shortly. 

Your eyes flutter open and you meet his imploring gaze. His hooded caramel eyes fix onto yours and he curses under his breath. His breath hitches because you look like you’re half-drunk, because of him; his touch, his lips, his words. 

Then he averts his gaze. He opens the door hurriedly. You look at him questioning. He urges you to get out and you have no other choice than to comply. Your legs are a little wobbly; making apparent the sudden lust cursing through your body.

“What d-“ he leaves you no chance to finish your question. His lips are on yours again, this time the kiss is even hungrier, sloppier. His hands roam over your body, caressing and kneading every curve they catch. 

Then he cups your ass through your jeans. He swallows your gasp as he swiftly lifts you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He only breaks up the kiss when he walks towards the front of the car. 

He sits you onto the hood of his car, positioning himself between your spread legs. 

“Atsumu you-” you start but he presses his lips onto yours again, swallowing all your words. 

You reply the kiss with equal force, as his hands greedily glide over your body. He pushes himself against you, his half-hardened dick pressing against your core. You don’t have to ask him what he wants to do; his dick throbbing against your clothed pussy giving it all away. You pull away breathlessly, your hands fisting the front of his shirt distractedly. 

“You’re crazy,” you mumble, a little bit in protest. He looks down at you, his eyes glinting with mischief. 

He raises his eyebrows, a sly smile laying on his lips. “What do ya mean?” He asks, feigning innocence. 

You gesture to the space surrounding you two; the vacant parking lot and the trees in front of you. “We can’t just have sex here. It’s like the middle of the day.” You try to reason, although heat pools at your core just at the thought. 

He grins down at you, cradling your face in his calloused hand. His thumb glides along your bottom lip and you open your mouth instinctively. You look up into his dark, half-lidded eyes and his gaze bores into yours; firmly and challenging. 

“We both know that you’re into that, babe,” he mutters, his voice unwavering. You gulp, knowing that he’s stating the truth.

And when you spread your legs just a little bit further it’s undeniable that you’re at his mercy. You always are. So without any further words you get off the hood, to take off your jeans and panties. Then Atsumu’s demanding hands are on you again, grabbing the flesh of your ass. 

He helps you to position yourself on the car, his palms smoothing over your thighs up to your hips. His lips are on yours in an instant, he’s demanding; his tongue eagerly prodding into your mouth as he draws every breath out of your lung. He leaves you dizzy, your head spinning as he open his pants. 

You gulp when you see the way his large cock strains hard against his boxers. Then he pulls them down as well. His dick is sprung and you can see a bead of pre-cum shimmering at the tip as he slowly palms himself, his gaze wandering over you. Your chest swells with affection when you see the way his hungry eyes rake over your body.

“‘M gonna fuck ya right here so everyone knows yer mine,” he mutters.

Your face heats up at his blunt words. He comes closer, cursing under his breath once his eyes land on your glistening pussy. He traces his index finger over you, collecting your wetness before he slowly draws circles over your throbbing clit. 

“Want everyone to see yer mine,” he mumbles before he plunges his finger inside of you. He observes you while doing so; your face scrunching up in delight. And Atsumu can’t wait anymore; his dick throbbing as he feels your warm, plush walls around his finger. And he knows, just how heavenly they feel sucking in his dick. 

His one hand lays on your hip, the other around his dick as he aligns himself to your hole. Atsumu pushes inside of you deliberately, slowly stretching you open. 

“I swear, no one has ever taken me so well,” he mutters, maybe more to himself than to you. 

You lay on the hood, trying to suppress a moan daring to slip past your lips. And then he glides out of you again, nearly pulling out just to thrust deeper inside of you. His thumb draws tight circles over your sensitive clit and his other hand is occupied with holding your one leg up to give him more access. 

Atsumu fucks you like this, falling into a slow and steady rhythm that has your pussy fluttering around him in no time. The sensation of it all takes your breath away; his finger stimulating your clit, his thick dick stretching you open and his praises falling on your ears. 

“No one makes me feel as good as you,” he mumbles and you moan in response, now letting your sounds fall freely from your mouth. The thought of someone seeing you two in this compromising position completely vanished from your mind. 

Then he hooks both of your legs over his shoulders. The change of position has you gasping. “Fuck Atsumu,” you moan, feeling him buried so deep inside of you. He increases his pace, now thrusting faster. A whimper falls from your lips as you watch him; the lust-drunk look in his eyes as his eyes rake over you hungrily. He catches your eyes “I fucking love you and your pussy… so fucking much,” he mutters, almost deliriously. 

Your pussy clenches around him in response, a moan dripping past your parted lips. And as you continue to watch him fucking you like this, not daring to let your eyes shut, you believe him. You believe - no you know - he’s yours. You can see him falling apart above you; his hair disheveled and a slight layer of sweat on his forehead. And you can feel him, so deep within you, touching places you could never dream to reach for yourself. 

Then Atsumu lowers your legs before he pulls out of you. You look at him questionably, propping yourself up on your hands. 

His hands find your waist and he swiftly lifts you up, positioning you in front of him. He presses a quick kiss to your lips before he turns you around. Your legs are a little bit shaky but you comply eagerly, bending over the car, your hands resting atop of it. 

His dick ghosts over your clit before he plunges inside of you. Your legs tremble shortly as he stretches you open. He is buried deep inside of you, as he grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks. He thinks he’s about to cum, alone from the sight he has; your pussy gushing so beautifully around his dick.

He spanks you, watching the flesh of your ass jiggle before he moves. He starts fucking you slow, his hands digging into your hips. And he swears; even the birds in the forest fall silent just to listen to you losing yourself on his dick. 

Moans and high-pitches whimpers fall from your lips as he starts fucking you faster and harder. His balls slap almost cruelly against your throbbing clit. You feel the knot in your stomach turning tighter and tighter with every of his sharp, rough trusts.

And between your desperate pants you can hear the squelching sound of your dripping pussy and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. With one final snap of Atsumu’s hips against yours you tip over the edge. 

Sweet honey curses through your veins as you cum. You nearly scream as your pussy spasms around his dick. His hips continue to snap against you, his dick throbbing as he feels you clench around him almost desperately. 

Atsumu grips your hips harder, not allowing you to squirm away. The overstimulation is nearly too much but your whimpers only egg him on. 

He keeps thrusting into you, his hand coming down on your ass hard a few times before his hips stutter. A staggered groan falls from his lips, his half-lidded eyes fixed on your pussy as his gaze becomes hazy. He longs for nothing more than to fill you to the brim with his hot cum.

“Gonna give yer all that I have - fuuuck,” he mutters. He moves his hips side to side, just to reach an impossible deeper spot inside of you, eliciting you a loud whimper. He spills his seed inside of you, a deep groan slipping past his lips. His dick pulsates deep inside of you as your pussy milks him dry. He stays buried inside of you for a few seconds before he retreats. 

You both sigh in union as he slips out of you. His eyes shortly fix on your messy pussy before he helps you to stand up. You hold onto him, your legs shaky from your orgasm. He cradles your face in his hands to press his lips onto yours tenderly.

“Are ya convinced now?” He asks breathlessly, a sly smirk laying on his kissed bruised lips.

 

©sweetdreamlandstuff

[yuyuske]

Oikawa Tooru- I Need You

short summary- Oikawa Tooru never fails to reassure you on the nights when you feel less than enough for your beloved

warnings- smut(mdni), shower sex, intimate sex, pet names(love, baby), limited cursing, touch of angst, praise

You and Tooru have been together for a while. He’s continued to love you more than anything, and you do him. But loving Tooru meant loving all the parts that make him who he is, like the perfectionist mindset when playing volleyball, and the nights spent alone in your shared bed while Tooru strategizes about gameplay through watching reruns of his previous matches. The fans loved your Tooru too. The girls would die for him because of his gorgeous looks, and God, your Tooru was gorgeous. The doubts and insecurities didn’t come often, but when they did, they grew overbearing. And still, Tooru never failed to reassure his love for you on those nights, time and time again.

The nights when you felt less than enough for your beloved.

The nights when he showed you who he truly belonged to.

Those nights, his love for you burned hotter than fire.

Tonight was one of those nights.

Your eyes were glued to the gym floor as Tooru took his time carefully fending off the usual flock of girls after his final match. As you waited by the door, butterflies swarmed around in your stomach. You hated these anxious moments. Tooru was beautiful and charming. He was a man of perfection. You had no idea why you ever thought you were good enough for perfection, and yet, perfection continued to choose you. Tooru, chose you.

“Baby.”

You glanced up, startled by the deep, familiar voice of your boyfriend.

“Hi Tooru.” The gym floor looked glassier than before.

“Why won’t you look at me, love?”

As he led your gaze up to his beautiful brown eyes with his index finger, he saw the look on your face. The tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. And then, he knew exactly what was wrong. He knew how often you became so lost in the spiral of your own thoughts. He reached for your hand, holding it delicately but firmly, and you immediately latched onto your boyfriend.

“Let’s go.”

“Okay.”

After Tooru led you to the passenger side of his car, he quickly made his way to the driver’s side. The ride home was quiet. Tooru gripped your thigh for the duration of it, occasionally rubbing his thumb in small, reassuring circles.

When you got home, he led you to your bedroom and made his way to the bathroom. You stopped in the doorway.

“Why are you with me, Tooru?”

He stared at you, finally rendered speechless. He looked wounded by your words.

“You could be with anyone you want, but, you choose to be with me. I just don’t get it. Why?”

“Come here.”

You walked over hesitantly, and he slowly reached down, picking you up by the backs of your thighs and setting you down on the counter as he remained in front of you, that soft hand rubbing circles on your thigh again, reassuringly.

He always did this, picking you up when you desperately wanted to sink into the floor, and sitting you in front of him so that you couldn’t miss the vulnerability in his eyes as he talked to you.

Your perfect, sincere Tooru.

“You need to remember what you are to me, what we are to each other, and I’m going to help remind you.”

He began kissing you feverishly. One of his hands found yours and the other raced to your hair, pulling you tighter against him.

His desperation hid in plain sight.

You both needed this.

When he finally broke away, he turned the shower on and began undressing himself. When only his boxers were left, he walked back over to you.

“This—he grabbed your hand and ran it down his chest, to his heart—is yours.”

He looked into your eyes with so much honesty that it made you want him to take you right there on that bathroom counter.

His hands slowly ran along your waist, dipping in at your hips, and kept moving up until he placed one on your cheek as you fell victim yet again to those entrancing eyes of his.

“And you are mine.”

He pressed his lips against yours once more as he helped you out of your clothes and pulled you into the shower with him.

The warm water felt so welcoming on your cold skin. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and lean your head back at the sensation, leaving an opening for Tooru to kiss along your neck.

“Turn around for me, love.”

You obeyed his words and leaned the front of your body against the clean glass of the shower. He pumped himself a few times, holding back the urge to keep going because he’d rather feel you around him instead.

“T-Tooru, it’s too mu-”

“I know it is love, but please, take it for me. I need you to take it for me”

He slowly began to push himself inside you, his breath stuttering at your impossible warmth.

“S-shit, no matter how many times, always s-so fucking tight”

“T-Tooru”

He set an agonizingly slow pace, pushing in deeper with every thrust, leaving you whiny and breathless.

“F-faster, Tooru”

“Yeah? It’s yours, love”

As Tooru sped up, the oversensitivity became too much for you. You began to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure, jerking your hips, but Tooru gripped onto you tightly and intertwined his fingers with yours on the shower glass, pinning you there.

“Please don’t run baby, want you to f-feel this”

“I c-can’t-”

“W-want you to remember how I fill your most empty parts. Remember my imprint inside you from the countless times we’ve made love. I want you to remember that the—Jesus—that the love you give me is the only love I’ll ever want.”

Hearing the words your lover shared with you, your tears couldn’t be stopped. His passion and desire began to burn within you too, and all you could do was feel as it pushed you over the edge.

“T-Tooru I-”

“Shh it’s okay love, that’s it, c-can feel you”

As you came undone, he never slowed his hips, chasing after a release that he could only find with you. He finished inside you, proudly claiming you as his. The water from the shower was endless that night, as it drizzled down his hand that continued to hold yours against the glass.

[kageyuji]

“tooru?” you asked, though the name was partially mumbled into a pillow.

it was the early hours of the morning, where the sun is barely up and the birds aren’t even awake, but yet the two of you are. it was a saturday morning and you were both cursing your internal clocks — neither of you have plans today.

he responds with a simple hum.

“do you love me?”

at first, you think he’s fallen asleep again. you’re about to turn back over and shut your eyes when you see his flutter open. oikawa’s eyes have always had something soft and warm about them, something that feels a lot like home. he blinks the sleep out of them before turning over to lie on his back.

“yes, of course i love you. where’d that come from?”

“how much?”

now, his eyes are looking at the ceiling. they seem to be searching for something. at first, you aren’t sure what they’re looking for, but then you get your answer.

a soft smile works at the corner of his mouth. his tongue darts out between his lips before he rolls over again, half-burying his face into your shoulder.

“i tried to sell my soul once,” he says simply.

that just makes you giggle. you move your arm away, just to wrap it around him and drape it across his waist. you aren’t sure what you’re meant to say to that, or what he meant by that, but he finally continues.

“it was a nasty demon. don’t remember his name, but you get it. y’see, i told him there was this person that i liked— that i loved. i asked if he could make them fall in love with me too. but he said no.”

your eyebrows furrowed. “a good thing you found me then.”

“shh,” he mumbled. sleep was still evident in his voice. “this particular person’s name was y/n. and i’m not done with my story, it’s rude to interrupt.” he cleared his throat a bit too dramatically. “he said no, because i didn’t have a soul. it took me a little while to understand what he meant.”

again, you giggled. “and what did he mean, ‘ru?”

“i’m yours. heart and mind and soul, i’m yours.”

[osakunt]

MINORS DNI

DilfcoachIwa - Lives the time of his life teasing you in the locker room. He promised to get his hands on the young hot manager - now that you’ve creamed around his fingers for the third time - he hums in approval. “See you later, tonight” [ ⚠︎ ]

TeacherKuroo - Has fantasies of fucking his perfect little student’s cunt. To your oblivion, the nerdy teacher observes you as you walk out, biting his lip. He can just picture his hands roaming around your dips and curves. [ ⚠︎ ]

ActorBokuto - Reading thirst tweets on buzz feed. Laughing at the deprived statements. “I can do this - not with you. I have a pretty little thing at home that I can ‘bust in’ ” [ ⚠︎ ]

VirginSakusa - Has only ever jerked off to your image. His imagination always running wild, he cums moaning out your name silently so the rest of the MSBY don’t wake up. [ ⚠︎ ]

PornstarMattsun - You’re his favorite co-star. Something about your drenched hole makes him run wild. As soon as he plunges into you, he forgets that he’s on set. [ ⚠︎ ]

CheaterAtsumu - Understands perfectly that his lovely wife is at home waiting for him. It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t compare to you at all. You bring excitement to his game - she doesn’t. If he comes to divorce her, she’ll be the last person he ever cheats on. [ ⚠︎ ]

SecurityOsamu - Knows you’ll show up to the club. Not only is his dick excited - he is too. He wants to see what excuse you make up this time to leave your friends at the dance floor to disappear with him into the bathrooms to suck him off. [ ⚠︎ ]

Father-in-lawMeian - His son doesn’t satisfy you. He can see it. Your eyes say it all. The look of want in his own doesn’t go away until he has you up against the shower wall “shhh sweetheart, you don’t want anyone to hear, now do ya ?” [ ⚠︎ ]

PriestAkaashi - Never had he sinned. His cock is the one that will drive him straight to hell. It’s worth it if the nun he has bent over in the cathedral is crying from overstimulation. [ ⚠︎ ]

FratboyOikawa - Says he doesn’t fall in love. As soon as you spread your lips for him, his words work against him. He follows you around campus trying to get your attention - sadly you only want him for a good fuck. [ ⚠︎ ]

[maytey]

𝐆𝚬𝚻𝚻𝚰𝚴𝐆 𝐖𝚨𝐋𝐊𝚬𝐃 𝚰𝚴 𝚶𝚴 — 𝐇𝐐

ft. akaashi, oikawa, kenma, bokuto

cw: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, exhibitionism

a/n: went a lil crazy with these, i was having too much fun with the set up for each one

❁ akaashi

between work and other unavoidable life things, it left like it had been an eternity since the last time you and your boyfriend saw each other. his roommate was going to be out that night, leaving the apartment to just the two of you. akaashi had the night all planned out. a nice home-cooked meal ready by the time you arrived. dessert he picked up that morning from a near-by bakery. and then taking his time with you in the bedroom.

after so long without seeing each other, there was bound to be some tension built up. there was only so much you could do on your own to relieve some of that tension. by the time he had you laid out naked on his bed, your pussy was a sopping mess. he had to peel your panties from your body. it embarrassed you, the obviousness of your desperation, but it drove him crazy.

he kissed your thighs, dancing around your needy pussy. pathetically thrusting your hips toward his face, you whined. “keiji, please. don’t tease me.”

he loved hearing you beg. it made him weak. his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as his tongue licked the first stripe up through your folds. a stuttered sigh escaped you at the feeling, head thrown back against the pillows. your hands wove through his hair as his tongue flicked back and forth over your clit before his lips wrapped around it. he repeated the pattern of flicking and sucking. and then he was trailing one hand down, a slender finger slipping inside your wet cunt.

your back arched, a moan simultaneously slipping from your lips. akaashi rutted his hips into the mattress at the sound. he was always methodical and thorough when it came to your pleasure. he knew everything about you, knew just what to do to have your toes curling and mind going hazy.

with his mouth toying with you clit and his finger rubbing against that one spot, your thighs clenched around his head. you came on his face with a moan, back arching. once you came down from your high, he pulled his mouth off you. "one more," he said before dipping his back down and latching onto your clit yet again.

you were nearing the peak of yet other orgasm, his tongue and finger working in tandem, when you both heard the tell tale sound of his doorknob twisting. as soon as the door opened, akaashi was above you, leaving you empty and desperate. he tugged the sheets over your bodies for added protection. the look he leveled his roommate was serious. he didn't even give him a chance to get a word out, a flat but commanding, "leave," exiting his mouth. his roommate, wide-eyed and red in the face, nodded and backed out immediately.

akaashi sighed, forehead pressing against your own. his eyes were closed as he apologized. "i'm sorry, he was supposed to be out all night."

it was hard for you to care about being interrupted when all you could focus on was the ache between your thighs. you opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted by akaashi's phone vibrating on the nightstand.

he leaned over to check it. he let out a breathy chuckle. "it's my roommate, he said, 'i'm going to the store for a couple hours'." he looked back to you. "what do you want to do?"

you couldn't wait any longer, your desperation getting the better of you. you wrapped your arms around his neck. "fuck me, please."

he smiled, dipping down to kiss your lips, one hand running down your thigh and lifting your leg up. his fingers slid between your legs, making teasing circles around your desperate hole. "not until you give me one more."

❁ oikawa

after seeing you show up to his practice in that adorable sundress just this side of too short, how could he not pull you aside to the locker room. he didn't even bother telling anyone he was going to step away for a minute. he merely disappeared with you in tow. not a word was said until he had you straddling his lap on one of the benches, tucked away amongst the standing lockers.

his hands ran down your sides, toying with the hem of your dress. "you know i can't focus when you show up something like this." his hands slid down to your ass and he pulled you against the bulge in his shorts. "feel what you do to me?"

you wiggled against him, pulling a deep groan from him in response. his hands gripped firmly on your ass, head tossed back as he regained his composure. when he looked back at you there was an impish glint in his eyes.

"i can't go back to practice like this," he said. "you wanna help me?" you nod enthusiastically, how could you pass up such an opportunity? he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "uh-uh i need to hear you."

"yes," you breathed, crumbling under the intensity of his stare.

"good girl." his hand reached around you and under your skirt to pull your wet panties aside. no time to undress at all, this was a time sensitive matter. your hand reached down to free him from his shorts. he guided you onto his cock, slowly sinking you down its entirety.

he stretched you so beautifully. you knew he felt it too by the way he sucked in a breath. never did he tire of feeling your tight pussy wrap around him. the hands on your ass helped you begin to move, steadily guiding you up and down. with the way his cock brushed against your sensitive walls it was near impossible to keep quiet.

once you'd built a steady pace for yourself, he tugged the top of your dress down, watching as your tits now bounced freely. he leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. the action had you instinctively pressing your chest against his face. he released your nipple, a string of saliva connecting it to his mouth. he looked up at you only briefly before latching onto your other nipple, leaving the other cold without his attention.

the door to the locker room swung open, heavy footsteps getting louder. with your back to the direction the person was approaching, you couldn’t see who walked in, only knowing it was one of his teammates or coaches. you tried to turn to look, curiosity getting the better of you. but oikawa grabbed you jaw, soft but firm, with his hand. “eyes on me baby.”

“is this really what you ditched practice for?”

you could barely focus on their conversation as oikawa’s thumb began to circle your clit, his other hand still guiding you on his cock. it was almost exciting being watched by someone. almost. his eyes remained on you as he spoke, "it's just a quick break."

"you've been gone for 15 minutes."

with how casual he spoke, it had to be a teammate. his thumb pressed harder on your clit, speeding up at the same time. you were right on the edge of your orgasm. though you tried to keep quiet with someone else present, a moan slipped out of you. your cheeks heated in embarrassment. you buried your head in the crook of his neck. your thrusts came to a total halt. it was too much.

the hand rubbing your clit moved to stroke your thigh. "the sooner you leave, the sooner i'll be back."

"it's kinda hard to practice without you," the teammate grumbled as he left.

oikawa rubbed at your back with the hand that was previously on your thigh. he placed a soft kiss to your temple. "i pushed you too far didn't i? i'm sorry. i should have just sent him off immediately."

you didn't want anyone but oikawa to see you in that vulnerable a state. it excited you at first but quickly became more than you wanted. you were going to suggest continuing, for his sake, when he pulled you fully off him and sat you sideways on his lap.

"when i get home, we're doing all this over and so much more," he said, stroking your cheek with a thumb. "i'm gonna spend all night apologizing."

❁ kenma

it was a casual day in, both of you doing your own thing while existing together in his room. stumbling upon a particularly suggestive picture on your twitter feed had your eyes wandering toward your boyfriend, arousal pooling between your legs at the mere thoughts running through your head.

kenma was seated at his desk, tapping and clicking wilding at his keyboard and mouse. he didn't notice you crawling under his desk. he only realized your there when your hand slid up his thigh, causing him to start at the sudden contact. he paused his game and slid the chair far back enough to peer down at you. his eyes narrowed, knowing you were up to something. and he had a very good idea as to what.

your hand slid further up his thigh, feather light against his cock. and then immediately pulling away. teasing him the way you knew he hated. "i'm bored," you said, fingers dancing along the waistband of his sweatpants.

kenma swallowed. he'd never admit it out loud, but he loved seeing you on your knees in front of him. your eyes peering up at him, silently begging. and yet you were still totally in control. the whole display had him getting harder and harder the longer he looked at you.

"can i play with you, kenma?" you asked, hooking your fingers in his waistband and tugging lightly. he nodded, eyes fixed to your lips. with his silent approval, you tugged harder at his waistband, his cock springing free. pre-cum was already beading on his tip. you smeared it around his tip before wrapping your hand around him. he moaned at the experimental tugs you gave him.

you licked up the vein on the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip and taking him all the way in your mouth and coming off him with an audible pop. he swore under his breath, head tossing back against his chair. "do that again."

using your hand to jerk him off, you said to him, "so demanding." you threw a teasing grin up at him, but obliged his request. the repeated action drew a moan from him.

you were just getting into a rhythm, taking his cock all the way in and pulling back to just the tip, when his bedroom door swung open. "yo, kenma we're gonna play--" his roommate, kuroo, cut off when he saw you, mouth still wrapped around kenma. you hurried to pull off him. "oh, i didn't know you were here."

kenma stood and pulled his sweats back up, moving to cover your embarrassed form with his own equally embarrassed form. despite the flush coating his cheeks, kenma's face bore a frown. "get out, kuroo, we're in the middle of something."

his roommate smirked, leaning against the door frame and folding his arms over his chest. "I saw."

"get. out."

kuroo raised his hands in surrender, chuckling under his breath. “alright, alright. but be safe kids. use protection.”

the door shut before kenma could respond. he let out a frustrated sigh, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. he sank back down into his chair and turned to face you, nestled under his desk, face still warm with waning embarrassment. he buried his face in his hands. "i'm so sorry. i need to implement a stricter knocking policy."

it was funny to you, nekoma's former brain could analyze an opponent and form a counter attack fairly easily, but he didn't have to foresight to anticipate a possible intrusion while getting head. you wouldn't say that to him, though. not yet, at least.

for the time being, you handed him a controller. "why don't we play something together?"

❁ bokuto

the rush of victory was still fresh in veins, even after celebrating with the team. he snuck you away early back to his hotel room. with all of the commotion, he hoped no one would notice the lack of his overwhelming presence.

he was on you the moment you stepped out of the elevator. hands roaming down the length of your body, lips locking onto yours. he couldn't get enough of you. his hands slid down your back, stopping once they met with your ass. he gave them a rough squeeze. if he had to pick a part of you he loved most, your ass would be a top contender.

he only parted from the soft flesh to fumble with room's keycard, unwilling to let go of you anymore. he let out a small triumphant noise when he got the door open, making you giggle against his lips. he led you into the room, already having unzipped your dress by the time the door closed behind you both. you kicked off your shoes. he slipped the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders, letting it then fall and pool on the floor.

he pulled away from you. his gaze was intense, hungry, as he looked over your naked body. his hand cupped you jaw, finger sliding over your bottom lip, wet with your mixed saliva. the words that met you never failed to make your legs weak, "how did i get so lucky with someone so perfect."

he held the sides of your face in his hands and leaned in to kiss you once again. you made quick work of his clothes, parting from his lips for no longer than necessary. he loved the feeling of you kisses. no matter what they were always so sweet to him.

his hands moved to the backs of your thighs, picking you up with ease. he couldn't be bothered to carry you to the bed yet, instead sitting on the dresser and one hand already dipping between your thighs. two fingers slipped inside your wet pussy and he caught your first moan in yet another kiss. once he built a steady pace, he moved to kiss and nip at your neck, intent on leaving his mark.

at the feeling of you clenching around his fingers, he could have cum right then alongside you. he wanted to play with you a little longer, but he didn't have that sort of patience at the moment. he picked you up and set you on top of the bed, over the covers. he spared a moment to appreciate the way you looked splayed out on the bed. and then he was hovering over you.

he brought your knees up and lined up his cock with your awaiting hole. he shuddered as he sank into you. "feel so good," he muttered. he'd never get tired of the feeling. the pace he started was slow, pulling out and then sinking back in. letting you get used to him again before he really got started.

hooking your legs over his arms, he began to quicken his thrusts until skin started slapping against skin. your sweet moans filled the room, spurring him on. the way you squeezed around his cock made it hard to focus on anything else. whenever he was this intense in bed, he tended to get quiet except for his own noises of pleasure.

through the haze of your approaching orgasm, you thought you heard the sound of the door clicking shut. your eyes opened to find his teammate stumbling into the room. he froze and stared at the display in front of him. bokuto didn’t seem notice, his thrusts still pounding into your spasming pussy. you slapped at his chest until his intense concentration broke. he finally stopped, brows furrowing.

"what is it? what's wrong? did i hurt you?" you shook your head and wordlessly pointed at the sudden audience. he turned, eyes widening for only a second. “can you give us like 20 minutes to finish up?”

the teammate nodded, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. he nearly tripped in his effort to get back out the door as quickly as possible. you felt a little bad, having kicked him out of his own room. but that guilt faded away almost immediately. bokuto began moving his hips again, pulling an involuntary moan from you.

“alright, babe, we only have 20 minutes, we gotta make this quick.”

@kazuwhora @aces-high @withlovetengen @amaejiki @renxnana 

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Oikawa # 13

WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), fem!reader x Oikawa Tōru, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), use of pet names (bunny and cutie), unprotected sex, squirting.

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Oikawa bites his lip, eyes glued to your frame. He shifts his weight to his other leg, his hand dropping to palm himself over his sweatpants, groping his half-hard cock.

You stand there, oblivious to the presence of the man behind you, mixing the batter and humming some random tune. His eyes trail down your body, fingers squeezing tighter when his eyes land on the curve of your ass. Oikawa holds back a groan. He’s seen you in his clothes before, sure, but wearing his volleyball jersey? The way the fabric hangs loosely around your figure, almost long enough to be a short dress? He doesn’t think anything’s ever turned him on as much.

With a soft sigh, Oikawa walks towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Good morning, Tōru,” you murmur, giggling when he brushes the tip of his nose along your neck.

“Mmm, good morning indeed,” he purrs, kissing your neck.

“I’m making breakfast,” you inform, still batting the mix. “You wanna eat something?”

“Mhm, you,” he hums, nudging your head to the side with his to have more access.

You bite your lip, halting the mixing for a moment.

“I meant, like… pancakes,” you breath out, leaning your weight back against his chest. He’s making it hard for you to focus on making breakfast.

He continues kissing your neck, humming as he nips on the soft skin.

“You taste better than pancakes.”

His right arm snakes downwards, sliding underneath the hem of the shirt you’re wearing. Oikawa brushes his fingers teasingly over your clothed cunt, playing with the elastic of your panties, his mouth never abandoning your neck. You sigh again, dropping your head onto his shoulder with a shaky breath.

“Tōru…”

“Hmm?”

“We should… I…”

“What’s the matter, bunny? Cat got your tongue?” he asks, nipping playfully on the spot where your jaw meets your neck. He groans when you squirm against him, your ass rubbing against his now fully erect cock with the action. Oikawa gives a light tap on your thigh with the tip of his fingers. “Spread them open, cutie.”

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Challenge Accepted (feat. Oikawa Tōru)

WARNINGS: 18+ (NSFW) (MDNI), fem!reader x Oikawa Tōru, dubcon (kinda but not really?), fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), use of pet names (bunny and cutie), unprotected sex

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“Okay, what’s wrong?” Oikawa asks you when you turn your head so his lips would connect with your cheek instead of your lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say flatly, looking away.

“Oh, bunny. Don’t tell me you’re still mad about earlier.” He sighs when he gets no answer, taking your chin between his fingers and turning your head so you’d look at him. “Tell me you love me.”

You shoot him a look, clenching your jaw when he runs his index finger down your neck.

“Stop that.” You slap his hand away, turning to leave the room.

Oikawa grabs you by the arm to pull you back against him, closing the door shut with his other hand. He rests his hand beside your head, looking down at your lips.

“You think I didn’t notice that? You want this as much as I do,” he murmurs with a knowing smirk. “Come on… all you have to do… is say it.”

“You can’t make me,” you reply.

Oikawa’s eyes darken as his smile widens, licking his lips while making eye contact with you.

“Is that a challenge, cutie?” He asks, pressing you against the door and caressing your neck with his fingers. “I think you underestimate… just how competitive… I can get.” He runs one of his fingers down your chest lightly, barely touching you, but it seems to make your knees go weak. “I’ll have you begging for more in no time.”

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 18+ mdni, afab reader, not really mentioned but there’s an age gap, slight daddy kink, praise, cum swallowing, cream pie at the end, slight teasing.

Just thinking about dilf Oikawa with big, and sensitive breeder balls. Who loves stuffing you with his fat cock. Becoming obsessed with the lewd sounds coming out of you. Praising your pretty pussy for being so tight and making him feel good. Blabbering about how he hasn’t felt this good since his wife divorced him. Telling you how you’re gonna make him cum like a little teenager, and how he’s gonna fuck a baby into you.

he does feel like a teenager because it doesn’t matter where the two of you are when he decides he wants a taste of you, he knows you get a thrill of possibly getting caught in the act with him. One of his favorite things to do with you is pull you into a public bathroom and just start eating you out while your standing or sitting on the sink.

he knows how to use his tongue. His head game is elite, especially when he hits you with that 2 finger, clit sucking combo. He’ll start circling your entrance with a finger, just watching as you clench around nothing. Softly kissing and lightly licking at your clit, making you whine at how slow he’s being before he starts to actually finger you open, gradually picking up the speed. His pace is unpredictable, sometimes speeding up then slowing down again, he likes keeping you on your toes, not knowing what he’s going to do.

he’ll keep you bent over the sink with your arms held behind you because he knows you won’t be able to keep quiet. His favorite part is knowing people are able to hear you cry in pleasure. Then he’ll lift you up to sit on the sink, making you arch your back as he licks into you, loving the way you taste. His tongue exploring every inch of your gummy walls before he latches on to your swollen little clit, not letting go until he drinks up everything you have to offer.

keep in mind that you’re both still in public and this is all just for fun to him. He’ll make you cum multiple times before his cock goes anywhere near you. He wants you to desperately beg for him to please please fuck you

as soon as you get home he’ll push you up against the wall with a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly because he knows you like it. Kissing and marking his way down your neck, pausing to rip away your little dress then continuing his way down the valley of your chest, stopping to play with your tits. Loving the way they look in his hands, licking a stripe to one of the buds and blowing on it slightly just to watch it stiffen. He does the same thing to the other before moving even lower.

he has an incredible amount of self control because anyone looking at a pussy like yours would have devoured it in an instant. Not him though, he liked looking at it saying it looks so pretty just for him. Loves watching you squirm in embarrassment because of the intense stare he’s giving. He’ll give it a little kiss before standing up and start slowly removing his clothes.

his smile widening at the way you seem entranced by his cock. Lowering you by your shoulders so you’re face to face with his cock. Watching you as you take him in your hands, pumping your hand up and down slowly before giving it a lick from the base to the tip; making him shudder at the feeling. You continue your ministrations when you suddenly feel him practically shove his cock into your mouth, slightly gagging around him at the sudden intrusion.

one of your hands holding onto his hip for balance while the other takes place on his balls, gently massaging them and running your tongue over them while still deep throating him. He’s moaning loudly telling you how amazing you are and how good he’s feeling , keep it up and he won’t be able to last long. So he pulls you off as soon as he feels like he’s ready to bust, you whine and say you’re not done before he’s lifting you up in his arms as if you weigh nothing.

he’s taking you to your shared bedroom and sets you down on the bed where you decide that you want your treat, so you push him down in the bed and get on your knees in front of him, ready to continue your earlier actions. He decides to indulge you so he lets you take hold of him again, this time you latch onto his balls, one hand pumping his length as you focus on the way he’s twitching in your mouth. Moaning around him, you just start licking and sucking on him, desperately wanting his cum. As soon as he tells you he’s about to cum you place his tip in your mouth, one hand at his balls, other hand still pumping his length. Taking all of his cum down your throat, savoring the taste and feeling of it in your mouth before you finally pull off and show him your mouth full of him, swallowing and then showing him your empty mouth. finally pulling you onto the bed, he’s kissing you all over again.

Taking his cock in his hand, pumping it a few more times and running the tip over your slick folds, teasing you and groaning at the feeling. He takes it slow and pushes just the tip inside of you, watching you desperately try to get him fully inside, before he’s slamming inside of you, fully bottoming out. Giving you a chance to get used to him, he’s slightly moving his hips, almost grinding into you before you give him the okay and he starts pounding into you. Hands on your tits playing with your hardened nipples, his mouth on one while he rolls the other with his fingers, all while still slamming into you.

taking your legs and putting them over his shoulders and mercilessly starts rutting his hips against yours, slowing down and then speeding up again. Loving how you cry out for him, desperately clawing at him, wanting to cum already. Reaching a hand down to rub against your little clit, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second; he slams his hips against you one last time dumping every last drop he has inside you. Still slightly thrusting into you to help you ride out your own orgasm, whining out at the sensitivity of his cock head, he kisses you deeply while promising to keep you stuffed full of his seed. Because, what kind of daddy would he be if he didn’t breed your pussy full of him?

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“sex, money, feelings, die!” — ft. tooru oikawa.

꩜ wordcount! 2k. (beware errors ;-;)

꩜ paring! bratty? dom! oikawa x bratty! f! reader.

꩜ warnings! overstim. edging. unprotected anal. 69 position. oral where both receives. spanking. dumbification. dacryphilia. teasing.

꩜ sypnosis! you surprise oikawa right before he has an away game, and you uh, wish him luck in your own way.

꩜ voicemail! HI lol first post of 2022?!? ‘kawa's alr 18+ btw !

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IT WAS ANOTHER one of aoba johsai's games and like always you were there to support your boyfriend. the fangirls never really bothered you, unless they would pretend you didn't exist. though, other than that it hasn't really been an issue.

johsai was doing really good, and you decided to surprise oikawa on one of his away games, since you always came to his home ones.

you had one of the aoba tracksuits he got for you, with matching makeup. entering the gym, he was practicing his infamous serves with everyone in the audience hyping him up.

"another good serve, oikawa!"

he was about to serve before his eyes met yours, and he widened his eyes with a grin, before running towards you, and kissing your forehead.

"y/n? hey, what are you doing here? and you look beautiful.." he stammered, wrapping his arms around you. it was like you never got used to the height distance considering his staggering over six feet height.

"i didn't wanna miss your last away game," you replied, only before grabbing his hand and dragging him somewhere with him following you.

"h-hey!" he spoke, nearly tripping. "y/n—!"

oikawa let you drag him inside the cold and empty boys locker room, and he stared at you with blank and confused eyes. he nervously scratched his head as you looked up at him with an unreadable expression.

"hey, what's with that look—?" he muttered, tilting his head down, and hands on his hips.

"i missed you," you spoke, grabbing his jersey by your hands, and leading him to have his back towards the lockers. the brunette gulped, with widened eyes, as you lifted up his jersey — sliding down a single finger down his perfectly toned shape.

oikawa let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head, avoiding your intimidating gaze. "i missed you too sweetheart! it's just you're being so….touchy," he pants, feeling your hands wander everywhere, before you plant a single kiss on his lips, making his face heat up. "y-y/n.. i can't, i have a game—"

"is tooru being nervous?" you hum, getting on your tippy toes to reward him with yet another kiss.

"wha- of course not!" he defends, finding confidence rise up in his tone. "how could my little sweetheart intimidate me? you're too adorable, if anything you just got me by surprise….."

right then, you made oikawa sit on the bench only before sitting promptly on his lap. again, oikawa's eyes widened, as he was taken aback of words. he watched as you started to slowly grind on him, and you heard a small pant escape from his pink lips.

"sweet…heart.." he spoke, in a shocked tone, his hands softly making its way on your hips. "you're being naughty today, aren't you?"

you hummed, grinding on him more, and he couldn’t even look at you in the eye. "you're so hard, tooru."

"shut up," he shrieks, as your hips moved back and forth. he panted, before letting out a shriveled laugh. "what are you.. doing, sweetheart? this couldn't wait until after the game?"

"no," you grin before bringing him into another kiss. oikawa kissed you back, as your tongue danced and collided around his. then, you slid your hand in his shorts, hearing him let out a whimpered gasp as he made out with you.

oikawa was filled with so many mixed emotions. his lip practically quivered as you leaned him back to lay down on the wooden bench. he looked up at you, and all you could do was deliver a mischievous grin to the brown-haired boy. he didn't know what to say or do. he was beyond horny, too. and you of course weren't exactly making things better.

"hey..?" he spoke, in more of a nervous tone, watching you strip off the jumpsuit pants you wore, only being in your underwear now. "what- don't tell me you're gonna make me.. eat you out. you should already know that i can make you cum—"

"then nothing's stopping you, tooru," you smile, climbing to sit and put your weight on his chest. oikawa gulped, as you got in a casual 69 position. were you going to please him in the process? he wasn't expecting all of that, honestly!

oikawa tensed as he felt you tug his pants down just below his boxers. you let out an anticipated hum, pulling out his shaft, and couldn't help but feel practically drool at the slight drips of precum that visibly leaked.

"say pleeease, tooru," you tease, wrapping a hand around his lengthy cock as you wiggled your ass in his face, hearing a soft whimper escape.

oikawa let out an annoyed groan. "….please," he warmly pouted, guiding his warm hands on your waist. "let me eat… that cute pussy. just a taste, y/n."

"mmm, okay," you complied, before you felt oikawa eagerly move your panties aside only to quickly slurp your clit as if it was his last meal.

"ngh.. tooru.." you moaned, letting out an off guard laugh afterward. he couldn't wait to simply devour you no matter how stubborn and self-centered he could be. he was more than happy to be buried beneath your legs.

you introduced his throbbing dick was a simple long lick towards the tip which made his thighs shiver, and him releasing a pretty muffled moan, as his legs dug between your legs.

it didn't take long at all before your poor legs began to shake, oikawa was far from bad when it came to simply eating you out. it excited you a lot more, knowing that this was happening right before his game. the captain of aoba johsai fooling around with his girlfriend instead of warming up before playing against the opponents.

"you fucking brat!" he grunts, his head moving side to side a bit as his tongue fucked your clit. that's right when he pushed your head down, making you gag on his dick. "that's a good girl.. take all of it like the needy little bitch you are… fuck.."

it all felt so good — your throat felt so full. oikawa kept getting more and more turned on by yours moans. pretty soon, he was going to cum soon too. your head bobbled up and down as drool seemingly dropped from the sides with such intensity.

the setter tightly gripped your thighs, as his tongue slipped in and out your wet cunt — earning a choked moan from you. the pleasure was almost too much to bare. it made your eyes slightly roll back, the feeling of him reaching deep inside your walls with his tongue alone. he'd do this over a volleyball game any day, if it was to satisfy you.

you moaned around his cock, as he started to thrust himself in you mouth — starting to lose control. he was twitching and everything, and his moans started to become incoherent at the least. right when he was about to cum, you pulled away, only to hear the cutest cry.

"no no.. why would you stop?! fuck.. y/n.. why would you stop…"

you grinned, remembering his words, "needy little bitch," and he fit that definition at the moment perfectly. he was so cute, his face being all twisted and pink, right when you edged him too.

oikawa heavily panted, only before you came in his mouth, letting out a moan that echoed throughout the locker room. you squealed as he licked you clean, then watched as he yanked you up from him, now powering over you.

"you wanna edge me like that when i'm that close to cumming you little brat?!" he spoke, shoving your head inside a empty open locker. "fine then, i got something for you."

needless to say, you didn't reply — kind of regretting teasing him. he had full control over you now, and then your felt his bare hand smack your ass hard, making you whine from the pain.

oikawa hummed, before taking ahold of his dick, putting the tip near your needy hole, before slapping it against it. "….tooru…" you whimpered, biting your tongue, the feeling was too much to bare. yet it felt so good.

"you just couldn't wait, could you," he grits, closely watching his cock sink inside of you inch by inch. he let out a high moan himself, just feeling the feeling of your warm and soaked walls squeeze and clench around his shaft. "look at you taking me in like that. so naughty, y/n. maaaaybe i should just—"

*thrust*

"oops," oikawa giggled, taking pride in your moan. a single thrust was enough to break you. the brunette cheesed, wishing he could see the look on your face.

the setter managed to grab you by your throat. "gonna fill you up so nice and warm, sweetheart," he coos, before starting to go inside of you, very gentle at first. his moans were so pretty — it was cute of him trying to be all dominant when half the time, he was moaning more than you. "…..fuck, you feel too good y/n…"

"ngh.." he grunted, throwing his head back feeling each impact of the thrust.

"tooruuu.." you whimpered, feeling his hips move back and forth, gripping your waist tightly. it was an indescribable feeling. sweat started to trickle down the player's forehead, as he panted, feeling your shaky legs barely hold onto themselves.

after a few dozens of thrusts, it didn't take long for oikawa to reach that spot that made you let out the most beautiful cry he'd hear from you by far. he was balls deep inside of you — making sure your head was shoved inside the open locker as he fucked you. he loved the lewd sounds of your moans mixed with his. it was so dirty. and also, it didn't take long before he fucked you dumb. dumb and stupid. you felt his eyes burning into you as he pounded deeper and faster inside of you, making your choked moans fill the room.

"tooru.. tooru i'm gonna cum.. tooruuu.." you whine, practically pleading.

oikawa simply laughed, as he fucked you into oblivion. "no, brats like you don't get to come," he comments, hearing you weep in regret. "you can wait a little longer, can't you?"

inside the big spacey locker, you bit a small part of your fist, feeling your eyes roll back again. he was hitting each and every slutty spot of yours and it felt too good. you felt like you were about to burst. at the same time though even though you could barely take it — you wanted more and lots more.

oikawa stretched out your cute pussy, and you could hear him, "ahhh," as if a gesture to tease your moans. he loved witnessing your reactions as he fucked you most. "mmm, sounds like you're crying, sweetheart. oh come on, i might as well cry after you edged me. but you're a big girl and you can take my cock, yeah?"

"tooru… please.." you begged, feeling your poor legs give out.

"you beg too much, sweetheart," he grins, thrusting inside of you more. you let out a loud squeal, feeling him continuously stretch your gummy walls as you clamped around him perfectly. "awww, how cute. at your limit, hm? should i let my cute poor girlfriend cum or make her wait? decisions decisions…."

at this point, you were so utterly drunk on his dick words of yours came incoherent. it was beyond a good feeling, it made you shiver. tears blinded your eyes, as you whimpered a shaky moan, "p-please.. let me cum t—tooru.. i can't wait anymore.."

oikawa gripped your waist tightly before letting out a shaky laugh himself. "fuck, woman, how could i say no to that adorable crying voice? go on ahead and cum.." you let out a moan that sounded so taken back and surprised your body was even shocked. right when you came all over the brown haired boy's cock, he came as well — coloring and spraying your walls with his velvety seed.

he let out a melodic moan, slowing down his thrusts a bit as his head went back, his hair flowing and messed up cutely.

oikawa panted, as he slowly exited out of you, making you face him before bringing you into a deep and passionate kiss. he gripped your throat, and you both moaned in each other's mouths — both legs shaky and all. you wanted more, and he of all people knew that. right when you were trying to pin him against the wall, he pulled away with a laugh.

"—leaving already, tooru," you smile, a noticeable pout on your face as you watched him slip his boxers and shorts back on.

"…if i stay any longer, i'm gonna get benched, you know," he replies, still panting a bit. oikawa looked down at your body, and nervously scratched his head. "now i'm gonna play with feeling all tingly inside from dealing with you."

oikawa watched you slip up your undergarments and tracksuit pants, before you got on your tippy toes, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"heh.. good luck, tooru."

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oikawa tooru x reader, just some good 'ole car sex <3

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, 18+ only content

Thump. Thump. Thump.

If anyone were to walk past the car parked in the empty car park right now, that’s all they would hear. What you’re hearing inside however, is a completely different thing.

“Fuck.”

The moans leaving Oikawa’s mouth were downright sinful, your quiet gasps occasionally joining in as he bounced you up and down on his cock. His fingers were gripping your hips so tight that it was bound to leave a mark, but all that raced through your mind was how full you felt; especially when a particularly sharp thrust of his hit your sweet spot that had you seeing stars.

“Tooru,” you breathe, gripping his neck and pulling him into a sloppy kiss, “fuck me harder, please.”

On command, he starts slamming you down on his cock even harder, reaching even deeper and it rips a groan from your throat, your pussy walls clinging to him even tighter  in the new pace he’s set for the both of you.

Oikawa breaks away from your kiss, opting to lean his head back in pleasure as another lewd moan slips from his lips. Your pussy is clenching around him so tight that he knows you're close, quivering thighs another dead giveaway as the slick dripping out of your wet pussy starts sliding down his balls.

“Thought,” he spits out between a thrust, “that I wasn’t your type, princess.  Now look at you, bouncing on my cock like a slut. What happened to that good girl persona you love playing?”

Under normal circumstances, you’d be biting back with an insult of your own but your mind is hazy with lust, his words sending a new wave of pleasure down your spine. All you manage to do is whine against his neck, eyes clenching shut. It’s not the answer he’s looking for.

His brutal pace starts to slow, and you make a sound of frustration because god, you were so damn close. “Tooru.” you warn, sending him a piercing glare.

All you’re met with is that cocky smile of his as he says, “Aw, were you close?” he mock pouts, “If you want to cum, you’ll have to beg me for it princess. Use those manners you’re always telling me about.”

You know you’ll regret ever doing this once you come down from your high and the reality of fucking your insufferable neighbour hits, but you feel so good right now that all self respect flies out the window. “Tooru, please let me cum.” you whine against his lips, “I’m your good girl, please.”

Still, he doesn’t pick up the pace, looking at you with pure challenge in his eyes. He wants to hear you beg even more, wants to hear your trembling voice as you beg for him to make you cum. “You can do better than that princess,” he hums, “but if you’re really that desperate, then you can fuck yourself on my cock.”

His words would usually send you reeling from humiliation but right now you don’t care. You don’t waste any time and start rutting your hips against his desperately, the prominent vein of his cock dragging against your tight walls and making your eyes roll to the back of your head, a broken moan of his name falling from your lips.

His face is donning that stupid smirk again as he swears lightly, but you’d be an idiot to deny just how fucking hot he looks right now. Beads of sweat are starting to drip down his forehead and making his hair cling to it, but as your back arches towards him in pleasure he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks harshly.

“Ah, ‘m close!” you whine, knees buckling under the pace you’ve set on his lap and hands burying themselves into his hair. You desperately grip his shoulders, nails digging into the soft skin harshly that he lets out a low growl and wraps his arms around your waist. His hips start moving again, snapping relentlessly against your pussy as you start to lose all sense.

One of his hands unwinds itself from your waist, smacking your ass before smoothly rubbing the inside of your thigh on its way down to where you two are connected. “Ngh, fuck,” he curses, one of his hands travelling down to your dripping pussy as he expertly circles his fingers around your clit that has your pussy quivering around him

“Come on princess,” he grunts out, “I know you’ll be good and cum for me.”

It doesn’t take long, one, two, three more thrusts and you’re coming undone before him.

You let out a loud, pitiful moan, and he doesn’t even try to muffle your cries as his hand wraps around your throat and pulls you down to meet his lust-blown eyes. Your whole body is tingling with pleasure, whimpers freely leaving your lips as his hips are unrelenting against yours. Before you can even complain about the overstimulation Oikawa’s pulling you off his lap and forcing you onto your knees in the backseat of his car.

You realise quickly that he’s urging you to suck him off, your mind still fuzzy from your orgasm that you happily take his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the swollen, pink head and taking the rest into your fist.

“You look so beautiful when you’re this cock-hungry for me, princess.” he cooes, maintaining eye contact as his dark eyes roam your face. “You want me to cum into that pretty little mouth?”

Tears are beginning to well up in your eyes as he forces you to take more and more of his length down your throat, but still you nod desperately, wanting to taste him on your tongue. He groans loudly before gripping your hair tightly in his fist, pulling you off his cock and smashing his lips against yours.

His kiss is needy, dirty, a messy clash of tongues trying to dominate over one another, but god you’d be lying if you weren’t completely turned on right now. He quickly breaks away from the kiss, fisting his cock desperately as you watch him through tear soaked lashes.

“Open your mouth, baby.” he instructs and bites down on his bottom lip while you happily oblige. “Swallow my cum. All of it.”

A few more strokes and soon enough, you feel the warm, white liquid on your tongue, moaning appreciatively as he empties his balls in your mouth. “Shit.” he groans.

You swallow most of it, but keep a small amount in your mouth, mixing it with your saliva as you spit it back onto his cock and milk the rest of his cum out with your fist.

“You’re so messy baby.” he laughs breathily, tapping his softening dick against your swollen lips as you smile shyly at him, cock drunk as you bat your eyelashes. “Told you we were a good fit.”

a/n: my first piece was ofc gonna be dedicated to the loml 🤤

[seijohbear-deactivated20220414]

— life is like a movie (sort of) || masterlist

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tooru oikawa x f!reader

description: you and tooru oikawa have the simple pleasure of being paired up for your film project. unfortunately, the two of you don’t get along very well. unless it’s in a bed, of course; because there’s not much fighting if your lips are together.

genre: university au, angst, smut, enemies to friends to friends with benefits

( teaser ) ( teaser 2 ) ( part 1 ) ( part 2 ) ( part 3 ) ( part 4 ) ( part 5 ) ( part 7 ) ( part 8 ) ( part 9 ) ( part 10 / final )

see each part for warnings. reader discretion advised.

please do not repost my works on any site. copyright © seijohbear 2021

[kentoangel]

NO LO NIEGUES, masterlist

PAIRING: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

GENRE: friends with benefits! fake lovers! angst. fluff.

SERIES WARNINGS: smut. alcohol consumption. cigarette use. language. mentions of cheating and affairs.

POSTING SCHEDULE: hectic. i have the mini series planned out, but am not sure when i will be able to write, my life is a mess! i hope to post every saturday afternoon (est), though! <3 <3

✧.* you don’t love oikawa. your relationship with him is of pure lust - quickies in the bathroom, make out sessions in your car. you want nothing more than that — you don’t want sleepy morning kisses, you don’t want to cuddle with him in the middle of the night, you don’t want to hug him after he’s won a game, kiss him out of love so everyone can see. no. you definitely don’t want any of that bullshit.

i. CUIDADO POR AHÍ

ii. COMO UN BEBÉ

iii. QUE PRETENDES

iv. NO LO NIEGUES, ME AMAS

✧.* notes/other: the name of each chapter (except the last one) is from the name of a song from the album oasis by bad bunny & j balvin! overall, this series was inspired by the album - i’m obsessed with oikawa in argentina, so this was born! <3

[shoyostruck]

Congrats on your milestone! How about time skip Oikawa and getting naughty in the streets of Argentina or in your home there. Tells you how beautiful you are and how he wants to be with you forever and start a family 🥺 Thanks so much! ❤️

Thank you, anon!! An Oikawa stan? I gotchu! Let’s see what I can do :3

warnings: 18+, smut?, Fluff, usage of the L-word 

"I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Those words had been your downfall. Tooru hadn’t stopped pestering you all evening, since you’d shown up to his team’s practice for date night, with a secretive smile on your lips and a tantalising sway to your hips. 

“C’mon, please just tell me, Y/n-chan. You’re killing me here!” He said dramatically, pouting at you, as you walked home. 

The argentinian streets were less busy this time of night, but his antics were still a little embarrassing. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving him a peck on the cheek. “You’ll have to wait till we get home to find out.”

That had only made his behaviour worse. Grabbing your ass when noone was looking, and squeezing hard enough to make you squeal. Slipping his fingers up under your skirt to fiddle with your panties on the bus ride back. Draping an arm around your neck and letting his fingers fall against your nipples.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me?” He’d asked you, slyly. “Not even a little bit?”

You’d had to clamp your lips together to keep from moaning and begging him for more. He knew you, too goddamn well. By the time you had gotten home, you were so needy for him and slick between the legs. It had taken everything you had, not to jump him right then and there. Instead, you threw open the door and practically ran up the stairs, to grab the object you had been waiting to surprise him with all night.

“Taa daa!” You exclaimed proudly, holding out a small white strip of plastic- an object that had been inside you preventing any accidents, up until very recently. 

“Want to start a family?” You asked shyly. “W- with me?”

Tooru’s eyes went wide as he realised what the tiny coil in your hand was. For a dreadful moment, you wondered if you’d made a mistake- your cheeks began heating up in embarrassment up as Tooru remained silent. But then he walked forwards, with the widest grin. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, and the sweet kiss he gave you was answer enough. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, almost in disbelief. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I want to be with you forever,” he mumbled as he whisked your shirt over your head. Tooru made quick work of your bra clasps and the zip on your skirt. Sighing happily as your tits came free, he palmed them in his large hands, before dipping down to pull one of your nipples into his mouth. 

“Wanna raise kids with you,” he said against your skin, but his words were muffled by your moans. “I love you.”

“I -hah- I love you too.”

[kentoangel]

he plants soft, tender kisses on your neck — then down to your collarbone and murmurs a can’t believe you’re all mine, angel in between your chest before leaving a heart shaped hickey on your breast, all whilst he rubs his hard dick against your cunt

୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto koutaro, miya atsumu, shoyo hinata, kageyama tobio, oikawa tooru, sugawara koushi, semi eita, suna rintaro, meian shugo, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, nicollas romero <3

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pairing: oikawa tooru x reader

warnings: nsfw 😳

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADI ILYSM 💞💗💖💘💓 everyone go tell @adi–writes​ happy birthday rn bc she’s so amazing and deserves the world

The gentle pitter-patter of morning rain becomes aware in your senses, running down the glass windowpane in slow rivets, slowly tugging you from your sleepy haze to reality.

“Happy birthday.”

The voice is a soft singsong as you stretch in the sheets, feeling yourself be tugged close, and as you relax your muscles, you curve towards the warmth that radiates from Oikawa’s body.

“My birthday was yesterday, what do you mean?” You murmur innocently.

Oikawa freezes, no doubt with his mind racing, though put at ease when he feels your cheeky grin against his chest.

“Mean.” He whines, as you giggle, huddling further into his body, toes curling in giddiness as he slips his hands under your shirt.

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