ushijima who never understood his teammate‘s reaction when they saw their s/o in their jersey - until he comes home on day. you greet him so casually from the living room, just like every day. wakatoshi blinks confused until he rushes over to you, pulling you to your feet and simply staring at you before pulling you into a bone crushing hug, mumbling about just how cute and pretty you look - all just for him.
pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader
synopsis: ushijima nurtures more than just a love for plants
genre: fluff
wc: 1k
notes: this occurs after “dialogue in clay” and “take a seat at the potter’s wheel” (but before the timeskip). this is entirely self-indulgent, stemming from my convos with @134340am and @oooohno!
in the quiet hours of early sunday mornings, ushijima wakatoshi likes to visit the local farmer’s market. he dons casual clothes, slips on his sneakers in the genkan, and he’s out the door by 9 am.
it’s a brisk 15-minute jog from his off-campus apartment to the market. his route winds along a mountain road on a gentle downward slope. as he jogs around the bend, he can spot neat rows of white and green vendor tents from a distance.
at the farmer’s market, ushijima likes to take his time to enjoy the crisp morning air. he exchanges kind smiles with the elderly ladies doing their shopping, carefully ducking his head under the awning when he enters a stand and side-stepping when they shuffle up to the display.
he carries a reusable canvas tote bag emblazoned with vabo-chan on both sides. it’s practical, convenient, and good for the environment. occasionally, he will run into a child that excitedly gestures to his bag while tugging on their parents’ clothes, “look, it’s vabo-chan!” it warms his heart that they’re so excited about the rotund volleyball mascot.
as a regular, he likes to buy his fruits and vegetables from the local farmers. he admires their work and the (literal) fruits of their labor. when he finishes up at the produce stand, something catches his eye. it’s a small planter box for herbs. he stops in his tracks and considers the wooden box for a moment.
⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, creampies, oral sex [m&f], cum swallowing, wall sex, public sex & exhibitionism, degradation, fingering, squirting, sex against a window, not proofread !!
⟡ xoxo, juno: my heart goes out to the neglected haikyuu fans on my blog. this is for you <3
— MIYA ATSUMU.
“tsumu,” you pant, head falling back into the lockers behind you with a small thud that’s unheard over the sound of skin against skin.
you’re balancing on one jelly-like leg, back pressed into the lockers, the other leg hanging on his arm, toes curling. “oh, right there, tsumu, please,” a breathy whimper leaves your parted lips, and he angles his hips slightly, snapping his cock into you harder. each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, and atsumu knows he won’t be able to last much longer if you keep clenching like this, your pretty face scrunched with pleasure from him.
“fuck, babe— ughhh, yer so pretty like this..” he buries his face in your neck, the pace of his hips becoming unsteady and erratic as he gets closer and closer to coming undone inside you. in the not so far distance, you hear talking and laughing, but ignore it.
your pussy throbs, gummy walls sucking him deep, and he groans out your name, pressing you harder into the lockers. “mmmh, ‘m gonna cum, where d’ya—”
“inside, want it in me,” you cut him off with a whiny plea, “want it dripping out while i watch the game.”
your hand races to press into the small of his back, in an attempt to make sure he doesn’t pull away or out. with a grumble of your name that makes his chest shake, he cums inside of you, just as a door opens nearby.
“tsumu,” you whisper in a panic when he doesn’t make any move to pull out after a few seconds, effectively plugging you full of his cum, “we have to get dressed for your game, y-your friends—”
“nah,” atsumu huffs, staring at your flexing pussy; his cum drips from you, slipping down your thighs mesmerizingly. he practically has hearts in his eyes looking up and down your body.
“i think we’re a little early, kiyoomi,” hinata’s bright voice is suddenly a few rows of lockers away.
“prep before a game is most important,” sakusa replies sternly, “practice and a shower before always guarantees a win, shōyo.”
atsumu’s already in his shorts, helping you pull on an msby jersey, stamped with his number on the back. his cum drips from your cunt as you quickly move past his teammates with a wave, mumbling a dumb excuse as you race out the door.
“atsumu,” sakusa pulls on his mask almost immediately, his guard up. “surely you noticed your girlfriend wearing the jersey backwards.”
— BOKUTO KŌTARŌ.
“you’re gonna win, kou, i promise,” you interrupt your boyfriend’s enthusiastic and nervous rambling, lips trailing over his inner thighs.
“i-i know, but this game is important!” he emphasizes, swallowing thickly as your fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts and boxers. the clothing slides down his thighs, settling at his knees, and you inch closer to his cock — rock hard, hot to the touch, tip sticky with precum.
bokuto chokes out a hushed groan, tangling his fingers in your hair and cupping the back of your head the second you take him into your mouth. he helps you take his entire length into your mouth, spurring you on with his whines and mumbled curses.
“b-baby, fuck, you’re so perfect, ughhh—”
you choke when you finally make it all the way down to his base, your nose practically touching the coarse hair covering his pelvis. eager hands begin to guide you up and down, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you move. bokuto gasps out a string of hazy apologies when he heard you gag particularly hard, but he doesn’t stop— instead, he cups the back of your head firmly and fucks up into your mouth, the movement of his hips sloppy.
“y-you wan’ me to win, right?” his head drops back, the creaky sounds of the locker room bench growing louder beneath him. with your one of your hands positioned on the wood for support, you feel the bench shaking hard.
you nod, your eyes moving from his abs up to his scrunched face; he’s biting down on his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth, his golden eyes half lidded and teary.
it’s almost filthy, the way bokuto rises off the bench, pushing you away from him before cupping the back of your head— he draws his hips back, leaving his tip in your mouth, then slams all the way inside.
tears spring to your eyes at the force, and you only move closer to him to allow him to use your mouth, or his ‘good luck charm’ before games.
“hahhh, that’s right, take it just like that,” bokuto grunts, “god, you’re gonna make me cum.”
heat rushes through your body and pools in your pelvis, wetting your panties at his words; his well muscled chest, gleaming with sweat, rises and falls rapidly as he pants. as his orgasm approaches, his thighs and abs tense as he buries himself deep in your throat, pulling you close to his pelvis.
his cock thickens on your tongue, throbbing as he finally fills up your throat with his cum; still sensitive, he whimpers as you swallow around him. slowly, bokuto pulls out of your mouth, his cock still hard.
he quickly pulls up his shorts, tugs you to your feet, and gives you a tight hug. “i’m gonna win today, and it’s all cause of you!” he mumbles excitedly into your neck.
“sounds good, kou,” you laugh, rubbing his back. “after the game, meet me back in the locker room, ‘kay?”
— IWAIZUMI HAJIME.
“mmmh, princess— loosen up a little for me, can barely move,” hajime hisses into your ear, spreading your thighs a little wider with his free hand. he curls his fingers inside you, prodding at your sweet spot and stretching out your tight pussy with their girth.
your nails press crescents into his strong shoulders through his shirt as you hold him for support in humping yourself onto his fingers. “t-thank you, haji, i needed this, ah!” your voice cracks when he starts to scissor his fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.
“‘course, baby..” he leans in for a chaste kiss, his olive eyes closing as his lips touch yours.
despite being a hardass with his team, shouting and sometimes even swearing at them, hajime would always be gentle and loving with you all the time. often, you are his outlet when it comes to letting off steam — either through soft or rougher sex.
although he’s disciplined and strong willed, he always melts when you cling to him, eyes shining as you take his hand in yours, guiding him inside your shorts to feel your damp panties. “need you, haji,” was all you’d said earlier, and then he had you on his lap with his big fingers buried in your cunt, the two of you tucked away beneath the bleachers of the gym, right before practice starts. hajime always has time for you.
“o-oh, hajime!” you cry, pushing your face into his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his fitted shirt, “i’m c-cumming, ‘m—”
your hips jerk backwards, his fingers slipping out of you, and your face burns as you squirt all over his lap, his hands, and yourself. a sharp gasp leaves you when you realize you’ve soaked him and his clothes, right before practice.
“h-hajime, i’m so sorry, i—”
he cuts you off by grabbing your chin firmly, tugging you to look at him. “don’t be, babygirl,” he lets you go and slowly starts to slide you off his lap, gesturing for you to stand up.
“i just wanted to make you cum, it’s okay, i still have some time to change,” he murmurs, getting on his knees and wasting the changing time; his tongue slides over your wet inner thighs, and he starts to lick up your cum.
your hands tangle in his dark hair, and you pull him closer to your dripping pussy, eyes rolling back when he presses a wet kiss to your clit.
— KUROO TETSURŌ.
“wow, couldn’t even wait till my lunch break, huh? w-what—shit, so tight—a slut.”
kuroo’s words are shaky, grunted out from above you as he fucks you, bent over with your palms pressed against the window. the glass is smeared with the combination of perspiration and your scented lotion that makes him go insane, the one that has him grabbing you all over.
“harder, tetsu..” you whisper, toes curling in your socks; your short skirt is flipped up, panties wet and pulled to the side. he’s supposed to be leaving his office for a meeting in the next 5 minutes, but when you showed up all pretty and flashed him just a little, he couldn’t resist.
the door wasn’t even closed, and here he was pushing his cock inside you and sliding his large hands under your shirt to grab at your tits.
“you like me fuckin’ you with the door open, right in front of the window, hm? fucking you just like a whore, baby.”
your puffy cunt clenches hard around his cock, and your head falls forward with a needy mewl, drinking in the sight of kuroo’s balls smacking into your clit, his cock pounding in and out of you.
“oh?” he slaps your ass, drawing a whimper from your lips that has him gritting his teeth and tossing his head back, “you like being called a whore, don’t you? you like me using your—ughhh, fuck!—s-slutty pussy like this, yeah?”
“yes, tetsu, god yes,” you keen, hands sliding down the glass as your eyes roll back and your back arches for him, “don’t stop don’t stop, please—”
you hope kuroo will be able to cum before his assistant comes by to remind him of the meeting that’s only a few minutes away — you hear her pushing away from her desk to come to his office, and you can’t find it in yourself to care or be any quieter.
sukuna is this bad boy womanizer that claims that he'll never settle down, and then you happen and BAM. he's in your shared kitchen, heating up a bottle for your baby so you can get a bath and a glass of wine
he was hooking up with you solely because the way your pussy churns when he fucks you hard, but now he's dressing your son - HIS son- for the day? and he's hoping the next baby is a girl??
you turn on the faucet and cup the water to your face, rinsing off the lather of your nighttime routine. sukuna leans his shoulder against the doorway, soapy baby bottle still in hand. his white shirt is soaked through, the dark, thick lines of his tattoos peeking through as it clings tight to his skin.
"What balls?"
"My fucking testicles," he growls. even with that snarl on his face, he's looking good tonight, just as he always is. "Because you clearly have them in your purse or something."
You bark out a laugh and his sneer just gets deeper.
"You neutered me." He flings the bottle in the air and suds fling across the room. You squeal and shield yourself from the spray. "I'm in the kitchen washing fucking baby bottles!"
"Ugh, not well though!" You wipe away the suds from your arms. "This is still soapy!"
"That's not the point!" Sukuna pops a hand on his hip.in a surprisingly sassy pose. "I used to be a bad ass, cracking skulls, snorting coke-- fuck, I used to churn your pussy good all night, every night."
You stick out your tongue and grimace in disgust. "Ugh, don't say churn, it makes it sound like you were making butter in my vagina."
He rolls a shoulder and mumbles under his breath, "Something was creaming."
"That something was you." You point to the door behind him where your son is sleeping. "I told you to pull out."
"You and that demon pussy destroyed me." Sukuna laments. "You've domesticated me! Collared me! Ruined me!"
You just return to your face routine.
"Fine." You pump out a bit of moisturizer. "Never ask me for another kid then."
Your husband is halfway across the room before you finish speaking. "Wait, hold on."
sukuna is this bad boy womanizer that claims that he'll never settle down, and then you happen and BAM. he's in your shared kitchen, heating up a bottle for your baby so you can get a bath and a glass of wine
Dating Iwaizumi gives you scary dog privileges. Which means you can finally head to the fountain in the park across your apartment building at night and play in the prettily lit water display without having to worry, because your boyfriend is holding your sandals as he watches you having the time of your life. His arms are crossed and in the faint glow of the fountain spotlights you almost can’t see the dreamy smile on his face when you slither over to him on the slippery stone tiles.
“You gotta try it, too! It’s so much fun! - Please?” And he will sigh and roll his eyes but put down your shoes and place his next to them before getting dragged into the unpredictable spouts. You giggle and sigh when the nice cold water runs down your shirt, making it cling to your, in Iwa’s entirely biased opinion, delicious curves. He pulls you in for a kiss, tiny droplets clinging to the tips of his hair.
“Five more minutes, then I’m taking you home.”, he says and you pout but pull him in for another kiss, planning to make the most out of this hot summer night.
tsukishima lets you take some kind of control, just this once. you're bouncing on his cock and he's hitting all the right places. tsukishima's got his hands on your hips just looking up at you taking in the way you move. how your stomach jiggles and your thighs are slightly shaking, how you're out of breath and how loud you're moaning. it's a shame you have no neighbours, everyone should know how good he makes you feel. he wraps one of his hands around your soft neck, applying slight pressure, you clench up at the feeling, making him groan.
it's all getting to much much for tsukishima, you feel so good and so warm but you're going too slow, it's infuriating. tightly putting both his hands back on your love handles, he starts lifting you up and down on his cock. he's trusting upwards the same time too, keeping the rhythm.
you always tend to forget how strong tsukishima really is and right now he's proving it as he's using you as some kind of glorified sex toy, pounding into you however he wants and using your body to get himself off. "you were being too slow. fuck." he groans, staring at your breasts as they move along with his thrusts. your moans get even louder, chanting his name over and over again in a whiny voice. "make yourself useful slut and touch yourself," you immediately obey as you bring your hands up to nipples and start touching them and pinching them. tsukishima smirks up at you, taking in all your beauty, taking in how you always listen to him.
it felt good to control the pace of sex but this feels better. plus your thighs were starting to get tired.
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genre: smut (minors dni)
characters included: aran, atsumu, daichi, mattsun, tsukki, ukai, bokuto, tendo
cw: drunk sex (atsumu), public sex, facefucking, deepthroating, dom!tendou, biting, spitting, marking, jealousy, ukai is kind of a meanie, fem!reader
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Aran Ojiro - lingerie
When you wake up on your birthday, Aran has already left for work. There's a small gift bag sitting on the dresser, stuffed with tissue paper. Beneath all the tissue paper sits a cute lacy lingerie set and a note.
Happy birthday, baby. I'm only working a half shift today. Be ready when I get back.
- your loving husband
You spend the rest of the morning getting ready, excited for what the second half of your birthday will bring you. The lingerie set fits perfectly; Aran has been adamant about knowing your size in everything when you first started dating. You feel sexy in it, and knowing that your husband wants to see you in it, you take some mirror selfies. You put effort into finding the sexiest poses and position yourself so your husband can see multiple angles. You sort through your favourites and send them to him with a message asking when he'll be home. He responds immediately, telling you to sit pretty and wait for him to be home soon.
It doesn't take long for Aran to get home. As soon as you hear the door click shut behind him, you exit the bedroom and meet him face-to-face. He takes a second to look you up and down.
“The pictures don't do you justice,” he says, pulling you into a kiss and patting your thigh. You jump at his signal, wrapping your legs around him, and your big, strong husband carries you back to your bedroom. Initially, Aran bought the lingerie because he knows it makes you feel sexy. He always thinks you look beautiful in it, but he never went as crazy over it as he feels now. He drops you down to the mattress and removes his shirt.
“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. He kisses around the edge of the lace on your chest and down to the waistband of your panties. He showers you in compliments, letting you know how much of a goddess you are to him and how he worships the ground you walk on. He pulls your panties to the side instead of sliding them down your leg. “I'm not ready to take these off yet”, he says before diving in and flicking his tongue against your clit.
Atsumu Miya - public
Atsumu backs you against the door of the club bathroom, refusing to part from your lips as he reaches for the lock. He told you before you even left the house, there's no way he'd ever be able to behave himself around you in that dress. One of his hands wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and the other slips underneath the skirt of your dress.
“You look so good”, he growls. He moves his kisses down to your neck. You're so worked up by the combination of alcohol and lust in your system. His hand dips into your underwear and he groans against your skin when he feels how wet you are. He kisses your lips again and walks you over to the sink. He turns you around to face the mirror, and you stumble forward slightly, angled over the sink. Atsumu pushes you further over the sink. “Love seeing you like this.”
He's quick and desperate when he pulls your underwear down your legs. He waits for you to kick them away so he can pick them up and tuck them into his jeans pocket. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock free, lining it up with your pussy. When he pushes into you, Atsumu moans louder than expected; the walls of your pussy always seem to unravel him.
“Quiet tsumu, someone might hear us” Your plea, however, only makes Atsumu louder as he pictures one of his friends walking in on the two of you.
“And what if they did, huh? What if someone walked in to see me fucking this pretty pussy? I'd keep going, let ‘em watch. Would you like that?” You hear him growl under his breath when you nod in response.
You look up at his face in the mirror's reflection and see a grin plastered on his. He lifts one of your legs, using the counter to support it, and pulls the rest of your body upright. You turn your head to look at him properly, and he immediately kisses your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hips pick up speed, and he gets rougher with you, desperate to make you cum. When you start whining that you're close, Atsumu moves his hand that was holding your leg to play with your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming.
“scream for me, baby, let everyone out there know I'm fucking you good.”
Daichi Sawamura - facefucking
Daichi returns home from work, and within seconds, you're standing in the entryway, waiting to throw yourself into his arms. It's late in the evening, but you don't mind; all you want is to see your husband. After he takes his jacket off and hangs it up, he looks you in the eye and steps towards you. He reaches out, and you waste no time pulling him into a kiss. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you as tight to him as you can get.
“I missed you today. Sorry I'm home so late”, he sighs after pulling away, touching his forehead against yours. You cup his face and push him back slightly to see his face properly. Daichi stares at you with tired eyes, struggling to focus on you.
“I missed you too. How about we get you to bed so we can spend the day together tomorrow?” you say, running a hand through his hair. He shakes his head in protest, leaning back in to kiss you. You smile into the kiss. You drag him into the living room and tell him to sit on the sofa. He groans as you drop to your knees in front of him. He reaches down to unbutton his trousers, and you swat his hands away.
“let me take care of you,” you say, doing it for him.
“You're so good to me, baby”, he groans as you lick up his cock. You take his cock into your mouth, and he loudly moans. He's too tired to keep his composure, so his hips buck up into your mouth. You try to push your mouth as far down as it will go. “don't take all of me if you can't do it, baby; this already feels insane”, he says. You ignore his words and relax your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. The strangled noise Daichi makes is unlike anything you've heard from him before. He pulls you off his cock, panting loudly.
“Is everything OK?” you ask, voice tired and raspy. Your husband smiles at you, nodding his head.
“Perfect baby, I just - let me fuck your face,” he says. “Please”, he adds. You nod, opening your mouth for him. His hand grabs the back of your hair, holding you in place and thrusting his hips up into your mouth. The tight feeling of your throat has him cumming the quickest he ever has. You swallow everything he gives you, and he watches you in awe. He tucks himself back into his trousers and pulls up onto his lap.
“Was that good?” you ask, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of your question.
“I'm barely even functioning right now. You were perfect. Give me a few minutes to recuperate, and we can go to bed.”
Issei Matsukawa - marking
Mattsun wishes he could control his jealousy problem. He knows you would never cheat, but seeing you laughing away with his friends leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it shouldn't bother him, but when you give Makki a goodbye hug and wish him happy birthday, it makes his skin crawl.
When he finally gets you home, he immediately pulls you to the bedroom, growling under your breath about how he's so much better than stupid Makki. You roll your eyes at his muttering, but you're not going to complain when he's channelling his jealousy into fucking you.
It doesn't take long before you're on your back, legs wrapped around Mattsuns waist as his cock stretches you. You claw at his back as he buries his face in your neck, fucking you slow and deep.
“You're mine. I'm gonna mark you up, maybe then my friends will remember you're taken” Your neck muffles his voice, but the raspy tone of his voice still makes you whimper. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the skin and sucks a pretty mark into your neck. When he's finished, he leans back to look at the mark. He's overcome with the urge to add more, so he does. He continues slowly rocking his hips and sectioning his mouth over any patch of skin he can get to.
When he's finally done, your neck and shoulders are covered in very obvious red and purple marks. Feeling satisfied and accomplished, he picks up his pace. His large hands grip the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. He fucks your harder, eyes flickering from your marked up chest to your blissed out face.
“You're so fucking pretty”
Kei Tsukishima - Spitting
The two of you are at a house party. Tsukki stands in the kitchen chatting to Kyotani, and you cling to his side. He looks good, and you can't help teasing him. He tries not to give in because he's in public, but when you wait for Kyotani to get another drink and lean up to whine in his ear, his patience wanes. He grabs your hand and drags you into the nearest bedroom.
“You're so needy,” Says Tsukki, pushing his hands into your panties. “You seriously couldn't wait until we went home?.” His words may sound harsh, but there's a smile on his face as he kisses you. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth has your mind going hazy. You don't even register your words until they leave your mouth.
“spit on me”, you whine, opening your mouth for him. He pauses to think it over, it's the first time you've ever requested him to spit on you. He obliges, spit landing on your tongue, then reconnects your lips. He pushes his fingers inside you as his kisses get messier. He has you pressed against his friend's bedroom wall, fingering you and you cling to him.
“if you're good and cum for me now, I'll take you home and fuck you properly.” he growls moving his kisses to your neck. “I'll be as nasty as you want me to be. I'll spit on that pretty pussy before I eat it. I'll make a real mess of you” He's usually mouthy during sex but he's never dirty talked like this before. You're both desperate and he grinds against your leg as he works you to your orgasm.
You cum almost immediately, legs shaking as he holds you upright. He kisses you, sucking on your tongue as he lets you ride out your orgasm. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and walks out of the party, not even bothering to say goodbye to the host. He has something much more appealing in his mind.
Keishin Ukai - begging
Keishin leans back against the sofa, staring at you with a smug grin on his face as you ride his cock. In the heat of an argument, you had told him you didn't need him to get off, that you could do all the work yourself. After talking through your petty argument, he found the comment lingering in his head so he decided to prove you wrong. He kissed all over your pretty skin, spoke soft words and got you all worked up, only to sit back and tell you that if you want to cum then you have to do it yourself or take back what you said. You, ever the stubborn type, accepted his terms and took the reins for once. His cock feels so good, reaching all the deepest spots inside you.
“feels so good” Your voice comes out as an airy whine, and your boyfriend tries his best to keep his composure as you clench around him. Your hand presses into his bare shoulders to use as leverage to keep your hips moving. After a few minutes, the muscles in your thighs start to burn, and you slow down, choosing to grind down on him instead of bounce. Keishin notices what you're doing and laughs, trying his best not to show you how affected he is.
“I thought you could do it all yourself. What's wrong, baby?” he asks condescendingly. Your thighs shake slightly as you will yourself to keep moving. “If you want me to take over, all you have to do is tell me how much you need me”, He says in a smug sing-song voice. You groan, you don't want to admit defeat, but if your boyfriend doesn't put you on your back and fuck your brains out, then you might combust.
“Please, Keishin”, you beg, “I need you so bad. Want you to pin me down and fuck me” He's never heard you beg before, but the way your voice trembles when like you're so desperate for him you're going to cry flips a switch inside him, and he happily turns you so you're laying with your back against the sofa cushions.
“Don't you worry, baby I got you.”
Kotaro Bokuto - size kink
Your boyfriend's size was always a major turn-on for you, but he never gave your size difference much thought until now. Bokuto has you in his arms, fucking you against the wall.
“You take me so well, pussy was made for me”, He moans in your ear. You hold on to him the best you can as he stretches you out. The way your pussy is clenching around him has him seeing stars.
“You're so big, Kou”, you whine, and he almost cums on the spot. He's used to compliments about the size of his muscles, but the way you cry out about the size of his cock and struggle to take him full ignites a different kind of fire within him.
“You can take me; you always do”, he growls. He's always sensitive, your tight pussy brings him to the edge fast, but he tries to hold off as he makes you cum with him. His grip tightens around you as he puts you on the bed. He leans over you fucking you harder. He dwarfs you in size, which is made clearer by the way you're hidden in his shadow. If someone were to walk in, they might not even see you. His size makes him feel like he can protect you no matter what and fuels his pride. His words are slurred and garbled together as his hips rut wildly into you. You're both close, and it doesn't take long for you to cum. Bokuto follows soon after, unable to withstand the way your pussy pulses around his huge cock, and he fills you up with cum.
“Fuck”, you groan, dragging out the vowel. “Sometimes it scares me how much you stretch me out. You're too big,” you whine, clenching around him again. He hasn't moved from inside you, opting instead to squish you slightly. You don't miss the way his cock twitches when he compliments your size. “round two?” you ask, pulling his head up so he can look you in the eyes.
“I thought you said I was too big?” he asks playfully. He lifts himself back up to his forearms and pulls you into a sweet kiss, rocking his hips into you again.
Satori Tendou - biting
Tendou has always been a bit wild in the bedroom, and he's never afraid to bring things up with you, so when he asks mid-stroke if he can sink his sharp teeth into your skin, you don't hesitate to say yes.
He has you positioned face down, ass up. Your face is squished against the sheets as Tendou holds you down by your hair. He fucks you slow and hard to begin with, building you up to an orgasm, then holding still and tearing it away from you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder blade; he occasionally presses sloppy kisses there or lets his teeth scrape against your skin, but he has yet actually to bite down. You know it's coming, and the anticipation is making you restless that, combined with the frustration of a denied orgasm, almost has you in tears.
“‘Tori” you whine, and he softly shushes you.
“It's ok, angel. I'll make you come soon I promise” he coos, pressing another kiss to your back. His hips speed up and you feel the coil tighten in your stomach. He pays close attention to your reactions and just when you get lost in the feeling of your impending orgasm he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder blade. The sudden sting makes heat fill your body as you cum. Your legs shake and your boyfriend's skilled hands rub soothe your tired muscles. The feeling of sinking his teeth into you is ingrained in his brain and he admires the mark on your back as you catch your breath.
“That was incredible” you breathe out, cutting yourself off with a moan when Tendou runs his tongue over the teeth marks in your skin.
“You're incredible” He smiles before kissing your shoulder again.
𖦹 themes: x f!reader, public, mutual masturbation, heavy petting
You should've just dined at home.
It all started with him staring intently at your lips and speaking so intimately close to your face. Now, he’s dragging his lips against the skin of your neck, reaching your earlobe and giving it gentle bite.
“Not here.” You squeezed his thigh under the table as warning, but he took your hand away and led it on the bulge on his pants. You gasped to feel him so hard for you. He pressed your hand even further and used it to stroke his cock over his pants, feeling him throb and get bigger against the touch of your hand.
“Can you feel how hard you make me?”
You let out a strained whimper and gulped dryly.
“There are people,” you said almost breathlessly.
“Then stop your little hand from massaging my cock and push me away. Unless…” He skimmed his palm against your thigh, hiking the skirt of your dress up and finding its way on your panties right at your pussy. You’re so fucking wet. He smirked. “You want it too.”
“Someone might see us.” You heaved.
“Not when you keep it down.” His index and middle fingers circled your clit over your panties, which made you grip on his cock so tight. He groaned against your neck as you tried your best to keep your moan from escaping.
You quietly whined his name when his fingers pressed harder. Your one hand stifled your noises while the other was caressing his cock. His heat seeping through the fabric of his slacks.
You squirmed in your seat as he rubbed the lips of your pussy, teasing your slit and ultimately drenching your panties and the inside of your thighs. Fuck! You’re so ready and horny for him that he felt like bursting anytime soon with just your light caresses over his cock.
Through gritted teeth, he hissed against your ear commanding and begging you at the same time, “Restroom.”
Boys who can’t control their moans so instead of holding back they just sink their teeth into your neck to let off some steam. He’s losing his mind. His cock is buried deep inside of you while his head is shoved into the crook of your neck. His moans are loud paired with the squeaking of the bed. His hands hold your legs apart spreading you open so he can fuck himself deeper inside of you.
“Fuck you drive me crazy baby” he groans.
His hips slam into yours creating a pattern of rough thrust that leaves you drooling, moaning his name. He’s been going for so long he’s fucking the two of you into overstimulation. Your whimpers sound like music to his ears, telling him you can’t take it, begging him to slow down. You’ve come so many times already and he’s determined to make you cum again.
“I- I can’t” you whimper. Your voice is a broken whine barely heard over the sounds of his cock diving into your cunt but he hears you. The smirk that grows on his face when he hears your cries is menacing.
“You can take it , I know you can. Listen to how this pussy is begging for me, she’s basically calling my fucking name” his voice his like silk whispering the words in your ear.
His tongue glides against your neck up to your ear. Your moans come out as broken sobs singing his name. His cock grows harder hearing how you call out to him.
“That’s it, say my name, tell me who fucks you this good” his voice sounds like a low growl.
Your trembling, mind gone with only pleasure and lust clouding your thoughts. Your nails drag down his back leaving marks he’ll smile proudly at later. You can barely form a sentence. Your words come out as a mix of slurred versions of his name and whimpers about how close you are.
“I knew you could do it” he purrs
His thrusts are slow, long and hard. Your hands shakily grab onto his shoulder desperately clinging onto him .
“Please please please” you whine.
“Please what? You want my cum?” He knows what you want, he just wants to hear you say it.
You fumble over your words continuously being caught in a moan. Your legs wrap around him pushing him deeper inside. You're overwhelmed by the pleasure . You squeeze your eyes shut feeling tears glide down your cheeks.
“Aww is my poor baby, Can’t take my cock?” He chuckles, licking the tears that stream down your face.
His thrust picks up speed. His hips slam into yours at a ruthless pace.
“Come on baby, give me one more and I promise I’ll lick that sweet pussy until your nice and clean”
He can’t contain the moans that spill past his lips. He bites your shoulder while he plunges his cock into you at a constant pace. His teeth dig into your skin earning him a soft cry. Your mouth hangs open, stuck between pain and pleasure. Your orgasm drowns you. Your body trembles as your nails cling onto him. Your legs tighten around him holding him in place. Your heart beats against your chest like a drum as you breathe heavily coming down from your high. He licks at the bite mark while pressing loving kisses to your skin. His lips meet yours with a delicate touch compared to his previous rough actions. Your lips dance against each other in sync to the beat of your hearts.
“You were so good for me” he whispers in between kisses. “Let me clean you up baby”
He kisses a trail down your trembling body to your core. His eyes gaze at the way your core glistens like stars in the night.
“So messy for me” he moans at the sight.
He dives in, licking a long strip between your slit.
𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎
Despite no longer being involved in the world of volleyball, Kuroo still keeps his uniform as if it were a treasure. That uniform is not just a simple piece of clothing, in that uniform there are memories, family, victories… and he keeps it as his most precious object.
So precious that, when you get home and see that you have nothing to wear, you decide to surprise him by wearing it. And that's how you get it when he comes home after a long day at work.
"Oh wow" he says looking at you as he sets his keys in the foyer and his briefcase on the floor. "You look so pretty".
"Ya think?" You pinch the bottom of your shirt and stretch it out as if it were a dress, twirling on yourself. He gives you a smirk, examining your bare legs.
"Yep, just ´cause you're the one wearing it" he walks to the couch and once seated, sighs tiredly, turning to look at you. You know something has gone through his head. A couple of pats on the couch urge you to sit next to him, but you prefer to climb into his lap and entwine your fingers behind the back of his neck. His hands soon wrap around your waist.
"Thank you for the compliment" so innocent, you deposit a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"You're welcome, though…I think you'd look better without it" his hands come in direct contact with your skin, running up your ribs before coming to brush the sides of your tits, up your neck with his lips.
"Oh yeah?" you ask wryly. "Then you'll have to take it me off if you want to enjoy the view" you have plenty of time to jump up from the couch and rush out to his office, to wait for a smiling Kuroo to come through the door while along the way he undoes a couple of buttons on his shirt and rolls up his sleeves.
A fucking sexy businessman.
Only 15 minutes later he had you begging, lying on the cold table, making a mess of your ass while he teased your pussy with his fingers, whimpering in pain and pleasure as you swooned listening to all the compliments he had in store for you since he saw you with his shirt on.
𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈
"Daichiii…" you call from across the hall, peeking your head around the door frame, watching your husband cook. Daichi turns slightly but ignores you.
"I can't see you now honey, come and show me" so you walked tiptoe to his side, where you wait for him to turn to look at you, leaning on the kitchen counter. He gives you a sidelong glance and when he notices what you're wearing, he completely disregards his task. "What a surprise" he laughs. "Where did ya get it?"
"It was stored in one of those old boxes in the storage room" Daichi disappears, only his gaze is left riveted on you, licking his lip unconsciously under lewd thoughts. "Earth calling Daichi, are you listening to me?" you ask snapping your fingers in front of his face.
The only movement he makes is to touch a button on the plate, the one you can assume makes the fire go out, before you see yourself lifted into his arms, walking with you to the bedroom, where he drops you on the bed and lets you know his thoughts as he goes to the closet and rummages through the drawers.
"Oh… I know what you want to play at"
"Oh yeah?" he asks undoing his shirt and exposing his toned abs. You can't help but think he's going to give you a striptease right there, because that's how all the strippers in the movies start, bare-chested and in dark jeans. But your world falls apart when from behind his pants pocket he pulls out his work handcuffs. "I'll bet by your expression it wasn't what you imagined" A groan escapes you as he takes both wrists, raising them high above your head, positioning himself behind your legs, which are you don't know how, raised.
This was the fucking Daichi you married.
"If your intention was to turn me on, it worked. Now be a good girl, or..." whip your ass in warning "I don't promise to be a good cop".
𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎
"Where do you want to go for lunch tomorrow?" as if it were nothing, you stroll semi-naked in front of your boyfriend, who had long since stopped paying attention to the book in his hands, forcing him to look at you, no, to analyze you as you paced back and forth across the room. "Kotaro" you call him, scowling.
"I'm sorry honey, I was so stunned looking at you I think I cum in my pants."
"KOTARO!" but your temper soon deflates and you burst out laughing.
"I'm kidding, it looks really good on you, better than me" you blush and steal a kiss for the compliment.
"Do you think I would have made a good captain?"
"I don't think you're good at that whole leadership and taking control thing" your shocked face makes him chew and swallow his words back. "I said I think!"
"Well, since you've questioned it, I think it's a good time to show you that I can do it" Bokuto proclaims victoriously when his provocation towards you makes him manage to get you on top of him, unable to help but smile at the sight of your tits moving easily under his shirt. All he needs to do is lick his lips.
"Let's be honest. If you're going to fuck me, let me at least take those tits honey. I can't stop drooling thinking about them" you can't say no to him, because one of the good things about Bokuto in sex, is that just by sucking your tits, he would make you cum time after time.
"Well… Let me see those pretty lips wrapped around them then" just one command and Bokuto would already be under your shirt sucking your tits, with a noticeable erection that you would soon take between your hands, milking him.
ex husbands who are absolutely infatuated with you still. you broke off the marriage civilly and you co parent your 5 year old daughter. whenever he comes around, he always asks his daughter to ask if he can stay later because he knows that you could never say no to your precious girl. staying late ends up with him in your bed, on top, with one large hand dripping in your essence, and the other over your mouth to not wake up your daughter.
a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.
atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.
at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.
he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.
it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.
kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.
“so….miya”
atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.
“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.
“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”
the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.
despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.
sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.
the video started playing.
atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”
experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.
“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.
everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.
grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.
“knock yourselves out.”
the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.
Author’s Note: hello everyone! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!! This here is my secret Santa gift for @sweetbbyshion 💕 which was apart of @mekiza secret santa fic exchange! Merry Christmas Kora!! I hope you enjoy it.
Content Warning: miya atsumu x afab!reader, female bodied, unprotected sex, christmas lingerie, explicit language, biting, explicit sexual content, a small dash of angst, family drama mentions, comfort, “gift exchanges”, bruising, riding, dry humping, strip tease, pro msby!atsumu, aged up, established relationship
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“…what do you mean you won’t be home in time?”
There was silence on the other end of the phone call as you waited for your boyfriend’s response. You felt your body tense before chewing nervously on your thumbnail as you recalled the conversation you had shared with him before he left for his away game. He had promised over and over that he would make it back to the city in time for the holiday.
“…baby I—”
“Just say it,” you sighed. “You won’t be home in time for Christmas…” You heard silence again on the other side of the conversation. “Tsumu…”
“I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I’m sorry, baby…”
The lump in your throat was too much before you quickly ended the phone call, practically tossing your phone across the bed. Tears burned in your eyes before glancing at the calendar. He was supposed to come back tomorrow to spend Christmas with you and your family the day after. You had planned out everything perfectly…
All you needed was him.
Atsumu’s assigned ringtone echoed in the room as you decided to ignore any further communication from him for the rest of the night. You were furious and unable to stomach any one of his numerous excuses. A promise was a promise, and once again…
He broke it.
A couple of dings rang out and you knew he was scrambling to text you a slew of excuses now as you left your shared bedroom. It was too late. The hurt had already begun to sink into the back of your mind.
You recalled a conversation with Atsumu that dating a professional athlete would be difficult. And you had ultimately accepted that fate, with one stipulation. No broken promises.
If Atsumu had thought he wouldn’t have been able to make it home in time - he should have just admitted it. Instead, you had to explain once again to your family why your boyfriend had once again kissed another family function to meet them. It was becoming challenging to dodge question after question… and even some accusations that you both weren’t actually dating.
A sigh fell from your lips as you went into the kitchen and began packaging up the food you had prepared to take to your family’s house. Frustration began mounting in the back of your mind.
How many times has it been now?
Tears began sliding down your cheeks before a small sniffle managed to escape your nose. You gently wiped the tears away. Perhaps… it would be another holiday with your family. Alone.
“Asshole,” you mumbled. “This isn’t going to ruin my holiday…”
You walked back into the bedroom and saw the flood of apologies that filled your phone from your boyfriend, Atsumu. Shaking your head, you ignored the messages before pulling up your contacts and finding your mother’s number, and calling her.
Sometimes, a vent with your mother is all you need.
“Hello?”
“Mom?” you mumbled.
There was a pause before she spoke again. “What’s wrong? Tell me all about it.”
Stepping through your apartment door, a sigh fell from your lips as you realized the day’s festivities were finally over. You could spend the rest of Christmas relaxing at home, snuggled up with a blanket, and binge Christmas movies for the rest of the night. It was apparent that Atsumu had finally figured out you were angry with him since he had not responded to you all day.
You set your belongings down on the counter before making your way into the living room and freezing. “...what?”
The fireplace was lit. No other lights were on other than the dimly lit Christmas tree you had decorated alone. A soft melody of Christmas music filled the air before you noticed him standing in front of the fireplace with a long, wrapped box in his hands.
“...’Sumu?”
He turned his attention away from tending the fireplace before his lips spread into a widespread grin. “Hey.”
Despite how angry you were at him, seeing him here… on Christmas.
“I’m sorry I was late-”
You rushed toward him before throwing your arms around his neck as his strong arms encircled your waist. Hiding your face into his chest, you felt his body relax. “…you’re here.”
“I am.”
“I thought…”
His grip tightened. “When I heard how upset you were,” he mumbled. “I knew I had to be home for Christmas.”
You pushed back as tears welled in the corner of your eyes before looking up at your boyfriend. Sure, he had missed the gathering with your family but… he had managed to make it back in time to at least finish the evening with you. You felt his lips press against your temple, causing warmth in your chest to just burst.
“So I have gifts for you-!”
You pulled him back toward you. “I can look at those later,” you whined. “I wanna spend time with you.”
“And we will,” he assured you before pulling you to the couch and setting the gift in your lap.
Smiling, you tore into the wrapping paper before opening the box. “Atsumu!” you hissed. He couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping his mouth as you shot him an almost offended look. You pulled out the article of clothing which seemed to be a lacy, red set of lingerie with a Santa hat… “This is more for you than me!”
He pressed another kiss to your temple. “Go put it on for me,” he said. “I haven’t seen you in weeks.”
Sighing, you went into the bedroom before slipping on the set of lingerie along with the hat and walked out. You stepped into his view in front of the fireplace before watching his honey-colored eyes widen before giving a quick look over. He leaned back against the couch before one side of his mouth tilted into a playful smirk.
“Come here,” he drawled.
Laughing, you moved to straddle his waist as his hands immediately came to grip your hips. His hands slid up the curves of the lingerie, giving your plush body a playful squeeze before tugging you closer. A giggle bubbles from your throat as your hands rested on his shoulders.
“You’re fucking gorgeous…”
Pressing a kiss to his lips, you ground your hips against his. “I know,” you cooed, playfully before earning a groan from your boyfriend as you increased your movements against him.
Another giggle escaped your throat as you began to feel his erection growing in his pants. “Excited already?” you teased, leaning into his ear before pressing a kiss against his throat.
His grip on your hips tightened again as he urged your hips to move faster. “Take it off for me,” he mumbled. “Slowly.”
You pulled back while a playful glint flashed over your eyes. Your fingers slipped under the strap of the lingerie before slipping it off of your shoulder and then repeating the movement to the opposite side. His eyes immediately fell to your chest as the fabric barely held up to cover your breasts.
“Tease,” he growled.
You ground your hips against him again, earning a low growl of pleasure to erupt from his chest before you raised your arms just enough to let the delicate fabric finally fall and reveal your breasts. Hands immediately groped your flesh, earning a moan to slip past your lips. Your legs clenched as you felt a rush of pleasure pulsating at your very core.
“I missed you,” he managed to say before his lips clashed with yours as his tongue managed to find its way into your mouth. A small whine erupted from your throat as you tugged desperately on his shirt to free him from the article of clothing.
“Fuck,” you heard Atsumu mutter as he struggled to strip off the rest of his clothing. His desperation was endearing as you slowly raised off of his hips so he could slowly remove the see-through panties you were sporting. Your hand encircled his half-hardened member before giving him a playful stroke, earning a moan from your willing partner. His hand quickly pulled yours away before lifting you up just enough so he could angle his cock just right with you.
He pulled you back down, earning a surprised squeak to escape you. His grip on your hips tightened before forcing your body to bounce faster against his erection. His head pulled back against the coach as your desperate cries filled his ears. You anchored your hands on his shoulders, trying to help him angle just right as you increased your pace again, watching his face contort with pleasure.
“Fuck… ‘sumu!” you cried out.
His head lifted and you noticed immediately the lust-filled gaze that filled those honey-colored eyes before he pressed his mouth against yours. Whining into the kiss, you could hear him groan each time your walls clenched around him, knowing you were already desperate for release as the coil in your gut wound tighter and tighter with each thrust.
“Fuck baby. You’re gonna make me cum already,” he growled.
You whined back to him. “I missed you!”
He bit your shoulder before his movements stuttered for a moment. Another cry of pleasure left your mouth, knowing there would be a bruise there tomorrow… perhaps it was a godsend you weren’t going to face your family together and have to explain that.
“My pretty girl rides me so well,” he cooed, thrusting up into you faster. “Look at you. Look how pretty you are for me…”
He knew exactly what to say to rile you up. He always knew exactly what to do. It never failed. Squeezing your eyes shut, your grip on his shoulders merely tightened at his praise before the knot in your gut finally snapped. Pleasure washed over your body as you finally came.
Atsumu grunted before his thrusts stuttered again as you felt his hot seed leaking into you. Panting, you rested your forehead against his shoulder as his hands came up, running up and down along your spine.
“Merry Christmas, baby…”
You giggled. “Merry Christmas.”
“Forgive me?”
“…yes,” you whispered as your eyes slowly closed.
He gave you a light squeeze. “Good girl.”
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