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c0ffeejelly1 · 4 months ago

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Oh! A baby fever?

Haikyuu character headcanons

Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Iwaizumi x f!reader

Author's note: Might have to write a...freaky version of this but I cant make any promises. um you can tell who I clearly enjoyed writing for and who I didn’t…(hinata) Anyways, your husband wants a baby.

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Warnings: none just cringey cutesy stuff

KAGEYAMA

“What kind of baby puts their hand on a fire?...”

That's only one of the responses he's made to the countless baby memes you've sent to this poor man.

He doesn't hate the constant videos, seeing that it makes you smile watching as a child screams in agony at a moving cactus, but it does make him wonder…what exactly did it mean?

Were you trying to suggest something?

It had never truly occurred to him that you might be thinking about having children...

Sure, you’ve joked about a little version of him running around, perhaps even naming it Tobio Junior, but the thought of it becoming a reality seemed far-fetched.

With his rigorous training schedule and your demanding job, the idea of a child—especially one that would inevitably put everything in its mouth—felt like a daunting challenge, especially if both of you were often too exhausted to keep a watchful eye.

That is what he thought at least.

Not until now, with your legs intertwined as you lay together in bed.

Even after being married for some time, the simple act of cuddling with you still sends a rush of warmth through him, making him feel like a teenage boy again, especially when your arms brush against his.

You were engrossed in your phone, scrolling through your usual social media feed, but you could sense your husband's gaze stealing glances at your screen as you both leaned against the bed frame.

With that in mind, you stumbled upon an adorable video compilation of babies accidentally learning curse words.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and as you did, you noticed a soft chuckle escape your husband’s lips.

That’s when the thought struck you—you were finally going to ask him the big question.

“…do you want kids, Tobio?”

His laughter fades as he glances up from your screen, a blank expression settling on his face for a moment before a rosy blush creeps across his cheeks.

“what? W-why ask me that now?...” He stumbles over his words, trying to mask his embarrassment, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding your gaze.

“Well, do you?” A pause hangs in the air before he shifts his gaze to the side, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

He hesitates, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. “It’s not that I don't, I just…” He trails off, clearly wrestling with his thoughts.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

And he does, perhaps a bit too much, because suddenly, babies seem to pop up everywhere he turns.

He sets out for his morning jog, only to be bombarded by billboards advertising a new baby formula.

While trying to help you pick up your favourite snack, he catches sight of baby clothes out of the corner of his eye.

Even when he’s scrolling through funny videos on his phone, his feed is inundated with baby content! Is this some kind of sign? Should he just agree?

He can’t even shake the images of having children with you from his dreams, especially when you’re near; all he can picture is a tiny version of you both...and If he’s being honest, it does kinda send his heart racing…

“Let's do it.”

He slams his hands down on the kitchen counter, the sound startling you as you turn to him, puzzled.

“...Do what exactly?”

“Let's make a baby.”

HINATA

“Hey, set it to me too! I'm open!”

You and your husband were finally in Brazil, basking in the sun on a beach adorned with golden sands.

The sand was warm beneath your feet, and the sound of waves rolling onto the shore mixed harmoniously with the distant laughter of children playing.

After a few weeks of adjusting to Hinata’s work commitments, you had carved out some precious time to enjoy the beach together, with him bringing along a volleyball for some fun in the sun.

It turned out to be a brilliant idea, as you watched him from a distance, energetically playing volleyball with a group of older kids.

You could have joined in, but you knew that Hinata's boundless energy would leave you breathless, so you opted to lounge on a sunbed beneath the shade of an umbrella, escaping the harsh rays of the sun.

Just as you were settling in, a gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you from your relaxation.

You turned to find a little boy, accompanied by a girl, pointing excitedly at a sandcastle they had built.

“Help us, lady!” the boy pleaded, bouncing on his heels.

How could you resist those adorable faces?

With a soft laugh, you set your drink aside and knelt down in the sand, eagerly listening to their requests.

They needed someone to help fortify their castle against the incoming tide, and you were more than happy to assist.

What started as a simple request quickly turned into an all-out building project—digging trenches, constructing walls, and even adding little seashell decorations.

The kids bickered, giggled, and occasionally got distracted by the waves, but you found yourself immersed in their world, enjoying every second of it.

After a delightful time playing and laughing, Hinata eventually came looking for you.

He was surprised to find you happily engaged with the kids, managing their playful squabbles with a gentle hand.

Watching you, his heart swelled with affection, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to see you with a child of your own.

As the evening air grew cooler, you and Hinata eventually parted ways with the kids and made your way home, your fingers intertwined as you walked along the shoreline.

Then, Hinata suddenly stopped, causing you to pause mid-step.

“You good?”

He hesitated before asking, “Do you like kids?”

You raised an eyebrow at the unexpected question but nodded slowly.

“Yeah… they’re nice.”

A comfortable silence enveloped you both until he suddenly blurted out,

“Do you want kids with me?”

BOKUTO

“Legit, the craziest thing happened to me last night baby.”

You and your husband decided to swing by his sister's place today because he was feeling a bit nostalgic and wanted to see her, apparently “missing her presence”.

Now, as you settle onto the couch with his sister's one-year-old son comfortably resting in your lap, you find yourself softly humming along while your husband animatedly recounts his latest dream about aliens coming to Earth to whisk him away to their home planet—just another one of his delightfully eccentric stories.

You suddenly feel a tiny hand tugging at your collar, causing you to look down to see the little guy completely captivated by your outfit.

Your heart melts a bit as you coo at him slightly, leaving your husband to his own world.

For a brief moment, you don’t realize how he’s paused but instead, gazing—no, admiring you—as you interact so tenderly with the child.

When you turn to face him, you catch him in a moment of admiration, and a wave of confusion washes over you.

“Is something on my face?”

“You look really beautiful like that.”

His compliment elicits a light scoff from you as you try to mask your embarrassment.

“Like what? I'm literally not doing anything.”

“Exactly”

In all your months of marriage, you’ve never seen him so direct and candid about his feelings. Did he bump his head on the way in?

“Are you sure you’re not an alien right now?”

His laughter filled the room as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek, then stood up with a dramatic stretch glancing over to you and the child.

“I wanna play with the baby too, come on, give him ‘ere”

“Don’t drop him” you tease.

“I won't drop him…” he replies, pouting slightly.

Snuggled up in bed at home, you felt completely worn out from the day’s adventures. I mean Bokuto was literally pulling you everywhere, left and right, and his boundless energy while playing with the baby had left you utterly drained.

To make matters worse, despite being cozied up together, his restless movements wouldn’t let up!

Sure you'd grown accustomed to his little shifts in bed–stealing the blanket from you or somehow ending up upside down on top of you—but this was pushing it.

“Babe…” you groaned, trying to get his attention. Yet, he continued to fidget.

You were getting fed up now.

“Bokuto, stop moving.”

This prompted a response from him.

“Did I wake you up? M’sorry.”

“Is something wrong? Why’d you keep moving so much?”

He let out a small sigh. “I’ve just been thinking…”

Now you were intrigued. Usually when Bokuto’s thinking it's either about something serious, or, well, what he's gonna have for breakfast–which can be serious in its own right.

“About what?”

“Us”

“You're being too vague, what about us?”

“I think I wanna get you pregnant.”

You stared at him for a full minute, as if he’d just asked if pigs could fly.

“...what.”

This is some hell of a weird dream, right? I mean there is no way your husband, Bokuto Kotarou, was casually suggesting in the middle of the night that he wanted to have kids…right??

“No, I said that wrong…” He ran his fingers through his hair, searching for the right way to express himself. “What I mean is, I want to get you pregnant. I want to have a baby with you.”

“Mhm…”

“Would you…let me?”

IWAIZUMI

“Just one more babe, you're doing great!”

You had been working like a dog today, and I mean like a dog.

All you said was you wanted to lose a little weight, mind you, that was a week ago, and all you did was ask your husband to keep an eye on you.

But you didn't think it’d be like this though!

What happened to all the sexy gym scenarios you heard so much about?!

Your husband had forced suggested that you follow him to the gym today for a little workout session.

Y'know, just a little stretching, maybe two little squats, oh, and of course, can't forget the 20 reps of 10 kg bench presses! Where’s the little in that?!

But of course, as the lovely, caring husband that he is, he clearly saw how tired you were and suggested the best suggestion ever to be made by him– a snack.

But just a tiny one.

100 calories max.

And you had to promise to burn it off later in the week.

But…a little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone right?

“Baby…do I really have to buy this? I can literally hear those candy bars over there calling my name.”

You hold up the protein bar in your hand with a grimace.

“You asked me to keep you in check… I can’t just let you have whatever you want, can I?”

“Sure you can.”

He gives you an unwavering look.

“...but then what’s the point of this?”

You just groan in response when you feel a little bump against your leg.

Looking down, you see a pair of big, teary eyes from a child.

“S-sorry…” Her tiny voice was so cute that you couldn't help but glance up at your husband, heart eyed.

He shakes his head, knowing exactly what you’re thinking, then looks down at the child, who can’t be more than seven.

“Hey kid, where’s your mom at?”

“I-..I dunno…” The child starts crying again, prompting you to kneel down to her level and shoot your boyfriend a look for making her upset.

“Don't worry baby, I'll help you find her, don't mind the big, scary, intimidating, brooding man behind us.”

“Wh- hey!”

“Come on, let's go.” You take the little girl’s hand as she looks around with wide, hopeful eyes.

Walking around with the child, you begin to engage in a conversation, finding that she had a similar niche interest like you.

It was a perfect distraction for her, especially since her mom is nowhere in sight. Meanwhile, all you husband could do was watch from behind keeping an eye on both of you.

He can’t help but feel a rush of warmth in his chest as he sees you bonding with the girl. It brings him a strange kind of happiness,a desire to witness this moment, to see you with—... no.

No no no no no.

Is he really considering—he can’t be… can he?

A blush creeps onto his cheeks as the image of you with his child flashes in his mind. Great, he probably looked like a pervert to the unknowing eye!

Kids? Now? You've only been married a month now, he can't just ask for that! Oh, but they way you’re both smiling at eachother right now, you're little giggles, and the child's small hands! He can't take it! Nope! He can't do this anymore!

His thoughts are interrupted when he notices that you’ve both stopped walking, just in time to see the little girl dash toward what appears to be her mother.

“Mommy!!”

She wraps her arms around her mother, who looks immensely relieved to find her daughter safe. The mother bows and thanks you profusely, while you modestly brush off the gratitude.

Later, after the commotion settles, Iwaizumi tosses you a packet of your favorite sweets, which you catch with surprise.

“Really? What for?”

He doesn't reply, only approaching you and leaning forward to plant a kiss on your cheek.

“I'll give you one tonight.”

You gulp slightly at the close proximity of his hot breath practically breathing down your neck.

“...give me what exactly?”

“My babies,” he reply’s a matter of factly, “pinky promise.”

He links your pinky with his, chuckling at your surprised expression before heading out of the store.

You could only look around confused as you come to gravity with the meaning of his words…i mean it didn't seem that bad- but still! And he had the audacity to walk away like it was nothing?

“Hey! C-come back here, what’s that supposed to mean!”

Is this really baby fever? No. But some of these made me giggle while I was writing them so be happy okay 💔💔 I write for the love of the game vro 🥀🥀

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allthatjazz416 · 2 months ago

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Haikyuu NSFW 🎀

Scene: Your first times together 💗 "Touch Me" Kageyama ff Tags: Fem!Reader! Reader initiates! Consensual! Adult! Virgin Kags! Virgin Reader! Reader guides Kags! Romantic! Soft! Sensual! Vanilla! Kind of Subby!Kags, Desperate Kags! Word count: 1.6k divider crdts: @/anitalenia,

It wasn’t on purpose.

But if you ask him, Tobio doesn’t think it’s weird that he’s a virgin at his age.

The world might. The internet definitely would. But him? He’s never felt like he missed out.

He’s been single most of his adult life—volleyball always came first. Another tournament, another flight, another post-match interview. The spotlight never left him. Neither did the pressure.

Because the truth is, Kageyama didn’t grow up like other people.

While other kids were learning to flirt, to kiss, to fumble in the dark with someone else’s skin under their hands—he was serving balls in empty gyms, bleeding on hardwood, chasing perfection until it made his lungs burn.

And when you’re a world-famous setter with a face carved by the gods and reflexes like lightning? Everyone assumes you’ve got a line of people trying to get in your pants.

Maybe he could have taken someone home once or twice, but he never did. Didn’t want to. He’s had fans since high school. Crushes. He’s been hit on more times than he can count.

You’re different. You’re not here for the fame, or the jersey, or the gold. You see him. All of him. And more than anything, he trusts you.

But sex?

It never clicked. Not without connection.

Not without you.

So when it happens—when the moment comes—it isn’t because he’s finally ready to get it over with.

It’s because you’re there, holding him in the glow of his bedroom, heart in your throat, love in your eyes, and asking for something he’s never given anyone.

He’s trying not to stare at you as you crawl into his lap. But his pupils are already blown wide when your lips graze his jaw. You’re close enough to feel the heat rolling off him, your fingers brushing his chest as you steady yourself. For a second, neither of you says anything.

Months into dating, in his condo bed after another long road trip.

He’s flushed from the shower, black hair still damp, wearing nothing but sweats and one of those tight shirts he sleeps in. He looks good—too good—and he doesn’t seem to realize it. Or maybe he does, and he just doesn’t know what to do with the attention. With you.

He blinks. His hands twitch where they’re resting at your hips. “You mean… sex?”

Then…

“Do you wanna do this?” you whisper. Soft. Nervous. Hopeful. “Like… all the way?”

You nod. Heart racing. “I want you, Tobio.”

His throat bobs in a swallow. “But—uh. I haven’t. Ever.” He says it like he expects you to laugh.

You don’t. You smile. "Me neither."

The way his breath catches—like he’s relieved—makes your chest ache in the best way.

A beat. He licks his lips as he sheepishly admits. “I don’t know how to be… good at it.”

“You don’t have to be good,” you murmur, sliding closer, your arms winding around his neck. “Just be with me.”

He’s flushed, heart hammering in his chest. You can feel it. Your lips brush his—soft, tentative—before you whisper it against his mouth:

“Touch me.”

It sinks between you, deep and quiet, changing everything. His hands flex on your legs. His breath catches.

He nods. Slowly. Almost reverently. “Okay.”

Your voice trembles a little. “Please, Tobio. I want to feel you.”

Do you know what you’re doing? Maybe not. You’re a virgin too. But you’ve read enough smut to fake a little confidence. (I SEE YOU👁👁)

The first place he touches is your cheek—his thumb brushing your skin, like he’s still trying to believe this is real. Then your jaw. Then your collarbone. Every place he touches, he watches it like it’s reacting to him, like he’s studying your responses like a setter studies the court.

When you guide his hand under your shirt, his fingers are warm and trembling. He cups your breast like he’s terrified of breaking you, like he doesn’t know how soft is too soft.

“You can squeeze,” you tease gently, smiling.

He exhales a laugh—quiet, shaky. Then tries. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, throwing your head back. “Just like that.”

Clothes slowly disappear between kisses and gasps, your hands guiding him as much as your words. Now, you’re underneath him. Naked, skin buzzing, your limbs tangled under the covers. He’s still in awe—of your body, your trust, the fact that this is happening. His cock is hard against your thigh, twitching and leaking with need, overwhelmed by just how much he wants this.

He kisses you everywhere, following your lead. Lets you guide his fingers between your legs, then moans like he’s losing his mind when he feels how wet you are. “Holy shit,” he whispers, forehead falling to your shoulder. You whimper when his fingers slide just right, your body already aching for more. The need rises between you, slow but insistent.

You line him up, fingers curled around the base of his cock.

He whines. Whines. A shaky, strangled little sound that bubbles from the back of his throat when your slick guides him against your entrance. He’s red from the chest up, breathing like he just finished a five-set match, knuckles white on the bedsheets as you guide him. He’s trying so hard not to move. Not to shove in. Not to fuck into your hand like a desperate dog.

And you? You’re soaked.

It’s not just nerves or lust. It’s him. The heat in his eyes. The way his cock jumps in your hand every time you whisper something filthy. He’s thick—bigger than you expected—and hot against your palm. You rub the head against your folds, gathering slick and teasing his tip through your arousal, and he lets out a guttural groan that sounds like it’s been clawed out of him.

“Fuck, please,” he gasps. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that—”

You smile. A little smug. A little soft. “You haven’t even put it in yet.”

“I know,” he huffs, hips twitching, voice tight. “That’s the problem.”

You kiss his jaw. His ear. Breathe right against the shell of it, and he shudders.

“Then be a good boy and fuck me already.”

He curses under his breath. Shaky hands come up to grip your hips like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. You shift, easing him in slowly, inch by inch, and his mouth drops open with a helpless moan—his head tipped back, lashes fluttering.

“Holy shit,” he pants. “You’re so—tight—hot—fuck—fuck.”

You wince a little when he bottoms out. He feels impossibly deep, your body stretching to take him. You’ve prepped. Taken your time. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the way he feels inside you—thick, twitching, pressed right up against something that makes your eyes roll.

He freezes. “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head quickly, fingers threading through his damp hair. “No. Just—big. It’s good, Tobio. So fucking good.”

He whimpers. Whimpers. Like he can’t believe this is happening.

His hips roll once, testing. You moan. Then again, a little deeper. He groans, burying his face in your neck, and the wet, obscene sound of your bodies meeting fills the room.

The rhythm starts slow, shaky. His thrusts are unsteady, hips jerking forward without rhythm, but it doesn’t matter. Every stroke hits something new inside you, dragging a new sound from your lips. You grip his shoulders. His back. His hair. Anything to stay tethered, because you swear he’s fucking the soul out of you without even realizing it.

He pants your name like a prayer. Moans into your throat. “Fuck, fuck—can’t believe—inside you—feels so good, I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” you whisper, clenching around him. “Wanna cum together. Want you to feel it.”

He chokes on a moan. “Shit, baby, I’m trying—”

You reach between your bodies, slick fingers finding your clit. The pleasure spikes, sharp and sweet. Your walls flutter around him and he jerks, barely holding on.

“That’s it,” you breathe. “Watch me, Tobio.”

His eyes drag down to where your fingers rub in tight, messy circles over your clit, your cunt stretched wide around him, swallowing his cock with every thrust. He watches, transfixed, hips snapping faster, chasing it.

You cum first.

You break. Crying out, whole body arching into his, trembling under the waves that crash through you. Your cunt clamps down so hard around him that he groans, raw and ruined, and his hips slam forward once, twice—

Then he’s cumming, cock throbbing inside you, thick spurts spilling deep, buried to the hilt. His whole body trembles, teeth gritted, arms shaking as he grinds into you like he doesn’t want to let a single drop go to waste.

He collapses on top of you, boneless, trembling. His breath fans hot over your collarbone. Neither of you move for a long time.

Finally, he lifts his head, just enough to look at you. His eyes are wide, glassy, awestruck.

“You’re…” His voice cracks. “You’re beautiful.”

You smile. Brush damp hair off his forehead. Press a kiss to his cheek.

You smile. “Me neither.”

Later, when you’re tangled in the sheets, your head on his chest, he finally speaks again.

“...I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

He kisses your hair. You feel his smile against your scalp. His arms tighten around you, like he still can’t believe you’re real. Like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“Can I touch you again later?”

You laugh softly, wrapping your arms around him.

“Anytime.”

The End 🌸

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starreo · 1 year ago

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multi-character drabble.

includes unofficial to official relationship, exhibitionism, and adult themes so, mdni.

he can be a little weird sometimes...

like when somebody is so desperately making it obvious that they are into you, and he's got his arm wrapped around your waist, squeezing tighter and tighter till you yelp.

or when a friend of his asks him when he plans to make it official, and you're wondering what he's talking about, he's rolling his eyes at his friend, "how 'bout now?" and pulling on your hand, dragging you amid the crowd, to the bathroom.

his hand slams the door shut, while his lips slam your mouth shut, not giving you a chance to complain.

'ts too late to complain now anyway.

your dress is hiked up to your waist and your palms are stuck on the mirror in front of you, as he thrusts his large cock deep in your dripping, tight, cunt. his fingers gripping your waist tightly with one hand, while the other squeezes the flesh of your breast, occasionally pinching and twisting your perky nipple. loud music outside being silenced, as your louder moans echo from the little gap in the door.

great, now everybody knows he's making it official. couldn't he just tell you he loves you like a normal person? god, he really can be so weird sometimes.

suna, rin, yuri, eren, uni! sukuna, bakugo, atsumu, gojo, nagi, reo.

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chaepink · 2 years ago

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can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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honeyscara · 5 months ago

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❝ just kiss me ❞ – Yamaguchi. T

-haikyuu

Synopsis: you've liked him for a while but Yamaguchi seems to think you like Tsukishima. This changes one night when you decide to prove him wrong.

C/w: fem! reader x timeskip! yamaguchi, blowjob, yams being a sub leaning switch, markings, fingering, protected sex, mentions of aftercare,yams being a gentleman, reader being dom(?), tsukishima being tsukishima, 18+ MDNI

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Yamaguchi’s eyes drank in the sight of you at the party, his fingers tightening slightly around the cup in his hands. You looked stunning—your short black dress hugged every inch of your curves, the low V-neckline teasing just enough to make his throat dry. Your hair was loose, framing your face in a way that made his chest ache.

You had always been on the curvier side, something most guys wouldn’t typically go for. But Yamaguchi? He fucking loved it. He always had—since middle school, when his crush on you started and never really faded. But he had been too shy, too scared to ruin your friendship, especially when he convinced himself you had feelings for Tsukishima instead.

And yet, when you turned toward him with that bright smile, your eyes full of warmth, all the thoughts in his head blurred.

“Yams, lighten up and come dance with me and Tsukki,” you urged, tugging at his arm playfully.

He forced a small smile but shook his head. “It’s okay. You have fun.”

Your smile faltered for a second before you let out a small huff. “You better join us in a few minutes.” Then, with one last tug at his sleeve, you turned and walked toward Tsukishima.

Yamaguchi watched as Tsukishima barely hesitated before resting his hands on your waist, pulling you close as the music shifted into a slow, intimate song. His stomach twisted at the sight. It hurt. He hated feeling this way, hated that he was jealous of his best friend, but how could he not be? Tsukishima was taller, cooler, and always knew what to say. Who wouldn’t like him?

Trying to push the feeling down, Yamaguchi swallowed a deep sip of his drink and looked away.

What he didn’t notice, however, was the way your smile had disappeared.

You were upset.

Yamaguchi was so damn convinced you liked Tsukishima, but he was completely wrong. You had never seen Tsukishima that way—he was like a brother, nothing more. The one you had always liked? The one you’d been crushing on since middle school?

It was Yamaguchi Tadashi.

And Tsukishima, being the ever-observant asshole that he was, had known it all along. He had spent years watching you and Yamaguchi dance around your feelings, and frankly, he was fucking sick of it.

So, while swaying slightly with you on the dance floor, he leaned down and muttered, “Why don’t you go talk to him? You’re both miserable right now.”

You sighed. “Tsukki, he’s been so distant. I feel like… I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t like me that way.”

Tsukishima scoffed. “He doesn’t?” His lips curled into a smirk. “Let’s test that, then.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Head back with Yams,” he suggested, glancing toward where Yamaguchi sat, gloomily staring at his drink.

“What? And what about you?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, waving you off. “I’ll come back later.” Then, after a pause, he added, “But in the meantime… make a fucking move, since he won’t.”

Your face heated instantly. “Tsukki—”

“There are condoms in the second drawer in the living room, by the way,” he added with a smirk.

You gaped at him in horror. “Why the fuck do you even have them there?”

“I might’ve fucked around. And I’m seeing someone,” he said, completely unbothered.

“YOU WHAT?! WHEN? WHO?” You fired off question after question, scandalized.

Tsukishima only chuckled. “Save the interrogation for later. Right now, your priority is Yamaguchi.” He nudged you in Yamaguchi’s direction. “Go.”

You hesitated for only a moment before exhaling sharply and nodding.

“Fine.”

“Good.” Tsukishima’s smirk widened as he watched you take a step forward. “Now go get your man.”

You shot him a glare but didn’t argue. Instead, you took a deep breath, turned on your heel, and made your way toward Yamaguchi determined to finally do something about this damn tension between you two. Yamaguchi barely had time to react when you slid into the seat beside him.

"Come back with me," you said, your tone light but firm.

Yamaguchi blinked. "What? But—"

"Tsukki said he’ll come back later with the other guys from the club," you cut in smoothly. "So it’s just us for now. Come on, I don’t wanna head back alone."

He hesitated, eyes flickering to where Tsukishima was still lounging by the bar, watching the two of you with an all-too-knowing smirk.

“…Are you sure?”

"Yams." You gave him a look. "Yes, I’m sure. Now, are you coming or not?"

With a sigh and a defeated chuckle, Yamaguchi downed the rest of his drink and stood. "Fine, fine. Let’s go."

The drive was quiet.

You stared out of the window as Yamaguchi focused on the road, one hand gripping the wheel while the other rested near the gear shift. The hum of the engine filled the silence between you, but your mind was too full to enjoy the peace.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that you finally turned to face him.

"Hey, Yams," you started, voice softer now.

"Yeah?"

"Do you… like anyone?"

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel just slightly before he let out a breathy laugh. "Nah. I don’t really have time for that right now. I just wanna focus on my studies."

Your heart sank.

"Oh," was all you managed to say, trying to ignore the sudden weight in your chest.

Still, you forced yourself to push forward, your next question lingering on the tip of your tongue.You took a slow breath, gathering the courage to ask the question weighing on your mind.

"Then… what would you do if I liked someone? And… I started dating them?"

Silence.

Yamaguchi’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. His stomach twisted painfully, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. That was the one question the one fucking question he never wanted to hear from you.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing a weak chuckle. "What sort of question is that?" He flashed you a smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Of course, I’d be happy for you."

It felt like something inside him shattered.

And from the way your shoulders tensed, he wasn’t the only one dying inside.

"Idiot," you mumbled under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear.

Then, without another word, you turned away, resting your head against the window as the cool night breeze hit your face. Your expression was unreadable, but there was a sadness in your eyes that made Yamaguchi’s chest ache.

Why were you acting like this?

His eyes flickered to your reflection in the glass, watching the way your fingers clenched slightly against your lap. You looked… upset. But why? Did his answer disappoint you? He wanted to ask wanted to understand but the words died in his throat.The rest of the drive was painfully silent.

By the time the two of you arrived at your shared dorm, Yamaguchi let out a small sigh, running a hand through his hair as he stepped inside.

"Well," he started, voice a little awkward as he turned to you. "You should get some rest. Sleep well and—"

Before he could finish, you suddenly grabbed him and shoved him against the wall, pinning him in place.

Yamaguchi barely had time to react, his breath catching in his throat as your hands pressed firmly against his chest. Your expression was filled with frustration—your eyes burning with something he couldn’t quite place.

His heart pounded in his ears."...W-What—?"

Your hands tightened against Yamaguchi’s chest as you stared at him, frustration burning in your eyes.

"Why?" you demanded, voice sharp. "Why are you so unaffected? Why don’t you care if I date someone?"

Yamaguchi swallowed hard, his brain scrambling for an answer, for anything that wouldn’t betray how wrecked he truly felt. But in his panic, he let something slip.

"Of course, I would be happy for you and Tsukki," he said, forcing a small, strained laugh.

Your entire body stiffened.

"Tsukki?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. But it wasn’t soft—it was dangerous, laced with disbelief and rising anger. "You really fucking think I like him?"

Yamaguchi's breath hitched as you leaned in closer, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt.

"You fucking idiot," you hissed, your voice trembling slightly, but not with hesitation. With frustration. With emotion. "I like you. I fucking like you, Tadashi. And only you."

Everything you had bottled up for so long—every glance, every touch, every moment you held back came pouring out.

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly in shock. "R-Really?" he stammered, his voice so small, so unsure, as if he still couldn’t believe it.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

Instead, you grabbed him by the collar and crashed your lips against his, kissing him with a hunger that had been buried for far too long. You kissed him like you had been dying to—like this was your only chance, like you had been waiting years for this moment.

And Yamaguchi?

The second his mind caught up, he kissed you back just as hard, just as desperate—his hands finally finding their way to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.He had waited for this, too.

You finally pulled back, breathless, your heart pounding so hard you swore Yamaguchi could hear it. His face was completely red, flushed from his cheeks down to his neck. But then again, yours probably was too.

His lips were slightly parted, still wet from your kiss, and his wide, hazy brown eyes stared at you like you had just turned his entire world upside down.

You swallowed, your fingers still gripping his shirt as you tried to steady yourself.

Then, without thinking, you spoke.

"Tadashi…" Your voice was lower now, almost a whisper. "I want you."

Yamaguchi stiffened under your touch, his breath hitching. His hands, still resting on your waist tensed slightly, his fingers digging in just a little.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with both hesitation and something deeper.

You nodded, breathless. "For fuck’s sake, Tadashi, just kiss me."

His eyes darkened instantly, fingers gripping your waist tighter before his lips crashed against yours. This time, there was no hesitation, no second-guessing—just pure, unfiltered hunger. His lips moved against yours with desperation, his tongue sliding past your parted lips as he deepened the kiss. He tasted the wine lingering on your tongue fucking delicious.

Yamaguchi’s hands slid down your thighs before gripping them firmly, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your fingers burying themselves in his soft, greyish-green locks, tugging just enough to draw a low groan from his throat. He carried you to the couch, lips never once leaving yours, only breaking apart long enough to lay you down. His breath was heavy, chest rising and falling as he took in the sight of you beneath him—flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes, lips swollen from his kisses.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, swallowing hard as he unbundled his belt, tossing it away.

"Tadashi let me" you said as your hands reached out to his pants, pulling them down. His breath hitched as your fingers grazed against his clothed erection. "Shit," he moaned, the sound barely above a whisper, but filled with so much want. His hands fisted at his sides, trying to hold himself together, but you had him unraveling too easily.

"You look so fucking cute" you say as you pressed against his rock hard erection, enciting a whimper from him. so fucking cute.

Your fingertips tugged at the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down to free his erection completely. As your hand wrapped around his member, he shuddered under your touch, groaning when you licked his tip that was leaking precum.

"So big" you commented as you gave his tip kitten links. His hands tangled in your hair as he tried to maintain a steady breath. Yamaguchi was already dizzy with it, hands gripping the couch for some sort of stability.

"Please…" he groaned, voice strained, body taut with tension. "I-I can’t…" he begged as you took your time teasing his cock, enjoying his pleas.

"so needy,why didn't you confess sooner yams?" you replied before taking his member in. He hissed, pushing into your warm, wet mouth. Yamaguchi bucked his hips forward as if he were begging you to go faster, to suck him harder, but you wanted to enjoy each little moment together.

You gagged a bit, tears forming in the corner of you eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his length. He drank in the sight of you, biting his lips to muffle a moan. God you looked so fucking gorgeous with your messy hair and tears at the corner of your eyes as you sucked on him.

His head tilted back, a shuddered breath leaving his lips. "Fuck, Y/N…"

He was close. "can i?" he let out and you nodded, knowing what was about to happen next. Your mouth remained open as he pumped gently into your mouth, eyes shut tightly. A shaky sigh left his lips before he pulled out, cum spilling onto your face and lips.

"Oh god," Yamaguchi whispered as he collapsed on top of you, arms wrapping around you protectively. "I love you so much.…" You smiled softly at him but Yamaguchi sat up straight, his arms pined your wrists to the edge of the couch.

"Let me make it up to you now," he murmured, his voice lower, rougher—filled with something dark and unshaken. A shiver ran down your spine. This was new. A different side of Yamaguchi, one you hadn’t seen before, and god, it was intoxicating.

He didn’t give you a second to process it before his lips found your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His hands roamed your body with purpose, mapping out every curve, every inch of you, as if he had been dying to do this for years.

You let out a shaky moan as he sucked on the soft skin near your neck. You wanted him so badly, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. The way his lips moved against your flesh sent shivers down your spine. His hands gripped the straps of your dress pulling them down till your chest exposing the soft flesh. You shivered when the cold wind hit your bare skin.

"f-feels good-" you breathed out as he squeezed your pert nipples between his thumb and index finger while sucking on your collarbone.

"You're so fucking pretty" he whispered pulling away to discard his shirt while you unzipped your dress completely. You gasped as his tongue trailed over your breasts.

"y-yams.." you moaned out, wrapping your legs around his waist as he sucked on your mounds. A yelp left hour lips as he sucked down a little too harshly. "be gentle"

"I'm sorry darling" Yamaguchi said softly, pulling away just a little to make sure you were okay before peppering kisses lower to your stomach. Your breath hitched as he trailed his fingers against your inner thigh. Your head fell back and you closed your eyes as he continued kissing lower, savoring each and every moment.

Your hips bucked forward as he slipped his fingers in your panties and pulled them down. The cool air brushed across your exposed clit making you squirm. Yamaguchi licked his lips as he stared at you hungrily, his hand tracing circles on your inner thigh.

"God, you're so beautiful" he rasped, sliding his index finger into you, causing you to gasp louder than before.

"fuck atleast warm me" you whimpered, as he pumped his digits in a slow rhythm.

"ah–sorry" he said and gave small pecks on your face. You hummed as you felt his thumb swirling around the sensitive bud.

Your head fell back against the hand rest of the couch, grasping onto the cushions tightly. "faster please" you whined quietly and Yamaguchi nodded before sliding another finger. It was rough, but he still managed to be gentle. You felt the familiar pressure building in your belly and arched your back as he pushed two fingers inside of you. Just as you were about to reach the climax of pleasure, he pulled his fingers out, licking them. "So sweet"

"Yams, what the hell—" you whined, frustration thick in your voice, and that only seemed to amuse him.

He chuckled, low and teasing, his fingers tracing along your skin. "I thought you’d want this more," he murmured, his voice dripping with confidence, his movements deliberate.Your breath hitched as he positioned himself at your entrance, the weight of the moment settling in.

"Wait—Tsukki said the condoms are in the second drawer," you stammered out, your voice shaky, mind fogged with anticipation.

Yamaguchi scoffed, running a hand through his messy green locks. That bastard. Of course, Tsukishima had planned this.

Muttering something under his breath, he reached over to the side table, pulling the small packet from inside. His fingers fumbled with the wrapper before he brought it to his teeth, tearing it open effortlessly.*That was hot.* You swallowed hard, your body burning under his gaze.

He groaned as he slide the latex on his cock, positioning himself at your entrance once again. “Now it’s my turn to make you feel good” he rasped

"oh god– fuck" you cried out as he pushed in slowly. His hands gripped your hips, keeping you steady despite how much you trembled beneath him."It's okay baby, I've got you," Yamaguchi assured you, his voice a soothing murmur as he thrusted slowly.

"ah—" you moaned, barely able to form a coherent thought, your mind clouded with nothing but him—his touch, his heat, the way he fit against you so perfectly.

Your thighs tightened around his hips, desperate to keep yourself grounded, but it was impossible when every roll of his hips sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through you.

His eyes never left yours. That unwavering, intense gaze made your breath hitch, your heart race, your body burn. He wasn’t just fucking you—he was devouring you with every movement, every deep thrust, every flicker of raw emotion in those eyes.The way he looked at you with so much love, hunger, and need made your body tremble. It was intoxicating, dizzying, and it only made you want him more.

"i—tadashi fuck, so fucking good" his name rolled off your lips, breathless and wrecked as he drove his cock a little faster, until you were gasping desperately, tears pricking your eyes. He knew you were close. "Cum for me darling" he drawled, his tone so gentle yet so commanding.

You squirmed a bit before coming undone with a long, drawn out moan, your nails digging into his skin and holding him close as your pussy clenched around him, your release coating the latex condom.

"you're so fucking good" Yamaguchi choked out a moan as his own climax finally hit. Dropping his hands to his side, he pulled own slowly from your throbbing cunt. He tossed the condom into the bin before collapsing beside you on the couch, his breathing still heavy, his body warm against yours.

Without a second thought, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into him as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance. His fingers brushed back the strands of hair sticking to your damp skin, his touch gentle, reverent.

"How did I get so lucky?" he murmured, his voice soft, filled with awe. "I can't believe you chose me"

You let out a tired chuckle, pressing your face into his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "You’re such an idiot, Yams," you muttered, a weak smile tugging at your lips.

He only tightened his hold on you, burying his face in your hair. "Yeah," he sighed, content. "But I’m your idiot now." Yamaguchi let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head before shifting slightly.

“You must be exhausted,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your arm. “Let me run us a bath so we can clean up and get some sleep.”

His voice was gentle, but there was a quiet insistence in his tone, as if he wanted to take care of you in every way he could. Slowly, he sat up, stretching before glancing down at you with a soft smile.

"Stay here, I’ll get the water ready," he said, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before pulling himself off the couch, disappearing into the bathroom.

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The next morning, you woke up before him, the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains. Yamaguchi lay beside you, his face relaxed, lips slightly parted as he breathed steadily in his sleep. He looked so peaceful—his messy green hair falling into his face, his freckles standing out against his warm skin.

You smiled, propping yourself up on one elbow as you watched him, admiring the way his bare chest rose and fell with each breath. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, while you were wrapped up in his oversized t-shirt, the fabric hanging loosely over your frame, barely covering the marks he’d left on you the night before.

As if sensing your gaze, his eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep. He blinked up at you before his lips curled into a lazy smile.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. His eyes roamed over you, taking in the way his shirt draped over your body, the way the collar had slipped off one shoulder, exposing the dark bruises he'd left on your skin. His cheeks flushed slightly, but there was admiration in his gaze.

Before he could say anything else, the door suddenly swung open with a loud bang.

"Get up, lovebirds," Tsukishima's deadpan voice filled the room. "I made some soup."

Yamaguchi groaned, burying his face into the pillow while you scrambled to pull the blanket up over yourself.

Tsukishima crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe with an all-too-knowing smirk. "So," he drawled, eyes flicking between the two of you, "you two finally got down to it, I'm glad my plan worked"

Yamaguchi choked, immediately sitting up. "Tsukki—"

The blond ignored him, instead zeroing in on the fresh marks blooming across your neck and shoulder. His smirk widened. "Damn, Yamaguchi, you really marked her, huh?"

Your face burned as you instinctively tugged Yamaguchi’s shirt higher, shooting Tsukishima a glare. "Tsukki, get out."

Just as Tsukishima was about to leave, a thought suddenly crossed your mind, making you sit up.

“Wait, Tsukki.”

He stopped in the doorway, turning his head slightly, already looking irritated. “What?”

You smirked. “Remember last night before we left the party? You said you were fucking someone and seeing them.”

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened, suddenly more awake. “wait what!! tsukki you never told me.”

Tsukishima visibly tensed, his hand gripping the doorframe a little tighter. “Didn’t think it was that important.”

“Oh, but it is now,” you teased, leaning forward. “Who is it?”

Yamaguchi grinned, clearly enjoying the rare moment of Tsukishima being the one on the defensive. “Yeah, Tsukki, you better spill. Someone from campus?”

Tsukishima exhaled sharply, adjusting his glasses. “It’s… someone from the college prep classes,” he muttered, clearly annoyed.You and Yamaguchi exchanged a look before bombarding him with more questions.

“Wait, who exactly? Are they in our department?”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Are they the reason you’ve been staying out late?”

“Does she wear glasses? I feel like you’d go for a glasses girl.”

Tsukishima’s eye twitched. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left, muttering something about how he definitely should’ve just stayed quiet. You and Yamaguchi burst out laughing.

“That definitely got under his nerves,” you said, grinning.

Yamaguchi stretched, then leaned over to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “We should freshen up and go have that soup. And, you know…trouble Tsukki more.”

You smirked. “I like the way you think.”

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noyasmashing · 4 months ago

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hii!! i wanted to request a tsukishima x reader (sorry idk if im doing this right) with like. reader giving him head and also edging him 👍 crying would also be cool

Stripped of Control ⭑.ᐟ

╰┈➤ with Tsukishima Kei

₊⊹ WC: 865

₊⊹ CW: Sub!Tsukki, Gn!Dom!reader, light bondage, ending, crying, and bj.

₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18

₊⊹ A/N: You’re doing just fine babes! This one is pretty short bc I’m bad at writing for him but I hope you enjoy!

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Tsukishima drawls, his golden eyes watching you with that familiar condescending smirk. He’s stretched out on the bed, shirt pushed up to expose his toned stomach, jeans undone but still clinging to his hips like he’s daring you to do something about it. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

You don’t answer right away. You’re too busy trailing your fingertips over the growing bulge in his boxers, pressing just hard enough to make him exhale through his nose. He’s trying to act unfazed, like your touch doesn’t affect him, but the way his jaw tightens tells a different story.

“Maybe I’m just bored,” you murmur, leaning in close enough that your breath ghosts over his skin. “I thought you’d be more fun tonight.”

“Tch.” He scoffs, but you don’t miss the way his hips jerk when you drag your nails along his thigh. “Maybe you should try harder.”

There it is. That cocky little attitude that always gets him into trouble.

You sit back, looking him over like you’re considering something. “Try harder, huh?” You hum, a dangerous edge creeping into your tone. “Alright. Let’s see how much you like it when I’m the one calling the shots.”

Tsukishima’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late. You’re already reaching for the silk ties you stashed nearby, and before he can get another word out, you’re straddling him, pinning his wrists above his head.

“Wait—”

“Oh, now you’re paying attention?” You smirk, securing the knot tight enough that he can’t slip free. “Too bad.”

He tugs at the restraints, testing them, but they don’t budge. The frustration flickers in his eyes, but there’s something else too—something darker.

“Still think you’re in charge?” You drag your nails down his chest, watching his breath hitch. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”

You settle between his legs, pulling his boxers down slowly, making him feel every second of it. His cock springs free, flushed and already leaking, despite his bravado.

“Look at you,” you coo, wrapping your hand around him and stroking once, twice, just enough to make his jaw clench. “So desperate and I haven’t even started yet.”

“Shut up,” he grits out, but his voice is already betraying him, a little breathless, a little too eager.

“Aw, is that any way to talk to the person who’s about to ruin you?” You give his cock a slow, teasing lick from base to tip, smirking when his hips twitch. “Maybe I should just leave you like this.”

“Don’t you fucking—”

You cut him off by taking him into your mouth, sinking down until he’s pressed against the back of your throat. His head falls back against the pillow, a shaky groan slipping out before he can stop it.

But you don’t let him get comfortable. You set a torturously slow pace, dragging your tongue along the underside, hollowing your cheeks just enough to make him squirm. And every time he gets close—every time his breathing quickens and his thighs start to tremble—you pull back, leaving him aching and unsatisfied.

“Seriously?” His voice is strained, his eyes blown wide with frustration as he watches you wipe your mouth, giving him that sweet, innocent smile he hates so much. “You’re gonna be a brat now?”

“Brat?” You tilt your head, gripping the base of his cock and giving it a tight squeeze that makes his breath hitch. “You’re the one who begged for this.”

“I didn’t—fuck,” he hisses when you take him back into your mouth, but this time you don’t let him get too close. You keep him right on the edge, pulling away every time his body tenses, leaving him dripping, thighs quivering as he tries and fails to chase his release.

Minutes turn into an eternity, and by the time you glance up at him, Tsukishima’s composure is long gone. His eyes are glassy, his cheeks flushed, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he struggles to hold back the pathetic sounds threatening to escape.

“Look at you,” you murmur, trailing your fingers along his sensitive length. He jolts, a strangled whimper slipping out before he can stop it. “So fucking wrecked and I haven’t even let you come yet.”

“Please,” he whispers, barely audible, his voice cracking as he tries to hold himself together.

“Please, what?”

“Please…” His head tilts back, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as his body trembles beneath you. “Please… let me… I can’t—”

“Not yet,” you purr, dragging your tongue along his slit, tasting how close he is. “Not until you’re crying for me.”

And he does. Minutes later, when you finally let him fall apart, his whole body tenses, his back arching as broken sobs escape his lips. Tears spill down his flushed cheeks, and the sound of his choked, wrecked moans fills the room as you work him through it, taking everything he has to give until he’s a shaking, tear-streaked mess beneath you.

“Good boy,” you murmur softly, brushing his damp hair away from his face. He’s too wrecked to answer, just shivering under your touch, completely undone.

Exactly where he belongs.

thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated <3

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cloudyzeusy · 1 year ago

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Okay Hi (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) how you doin'

Would like to put in a request for a mean bully reader with some hq boy *cough*kageyama*cough*.

Top male of course. Also if there can be some humiliation that would make my day (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)👉👈

Not picky just desperate but headcannons are my fav.

Have a lovely day ♥⁠╣⁠[⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠]⁠╠⁠♥

Sincerely

-(⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) nonne

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama would definitely have a humiliation kink loving to be belittled and treated like he is worthless. This is probably because he was always gassed up and treated like he's way better than everyone else hence the nickname "King of the Court,"

So someone else being in control for once is a major turn on. He'd be eager to please in bed always wanting to be your good boy because of his pride and the fact he hates to disappoint you.

He may always have that serious face but don't be fooled once he's under you he's the most vocal partner you've ever had with his cute ass moans. That why he's the funnest to bully into doing what you want because he cracks so easily when you tease him

Lastly, i think he would love to be forced into the most awkward situations like having a vibe in while at dinner or wearing a collar to school.

Hinata Shoyo

Hinata would definitely have a height kink getting turned on by the fact you could literally pick him up and throw him around (perfect for sex).

He's always so smily so its a shock when you see him on the verge of tears because he hasn't cum yet or when he's too overstimulated.

He has a lot of stamina so you have to always tire him out getting him attached to a fucking dildo when he's still horny.

Sometimes you put a vibe in ass during practice while you watch him squirm and fight the urge to go down and get you to take it out of him. As soon as practice is done he's sprinting over to you begging for you to fuck him not caring if anyone hears his moans from outside the janitors cupboard.

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukki seems like the type to get into a power exchange relationship or something bdsm related loving to be controlled for once.

He always that same condescending smirk on his face when he's around the team purposefully pissing you in public because he knows you cant do anything about it. So it's such a change that when you get back to your shared apartment and suddenly he's acting docile clinging to you.

So you have to teach him respect spanking him until he's begging you to stop saying he'll be good. All he needed was an attitude readjustment.

Tsukki loves trying to rile me up to get what he wants so i love seeing him get frustrated when he realises he has to beg to get what he wants.

#zeusy☁️#zeus's asks #sub character #seme male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #hq x reader #haikyuu #headcanon

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accioscarheadthings · 11 months ago

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↳ 𝗔 𝗟𝗶𝗹 𝗧𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 - 𝗔𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝗔𝘇𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

summary: where your boobs hurt from PMS and asahi helps you relieve it

pairings: timeskip!asahi azumane x athelete! fem! reader

warning: smut, 18+, edging, mention of PMS, sub!asahi, praise kink, titjob, overstimulation, nursing handjob (that's a sex position apparently), breast play, kissing through clothes, allusion to oral (f.rec)

author's note: one of my friends told me about this position and my ovulating mind just said fuck yes. so, enjooyy

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"take off your shirt,"

"what?"

asahi had been lying on your lap, letting you comb your fingers through his hair while you went about your day. he loved listening to yap your heart out, while he stuck to fiddling with your fingers or letting you coax him into relaxation.

when you had mentioned your boobs being sore and heavy 'cause of PMS, asahi looked up at you with a sparkle in his eye, lashes fluttering.

asahi tugged at the edge of your shirt, "take it off," he repeated, "i know somethin' that'll help,"

you pulled your shirt over your head, setting it on the bed aside, leaving you in your black sports bra.

asahi licked his lips in anticipation, "off with this one too,"

you had somewhat caught onto what he might be suggesting. raising a questioning brow at him, you tugged at the elastic of your sports bra, yanking it off your body.

asahi stared at your breasts that were at his face, his pupils blowing wide in a lustful daze.

with your top half completely bare and naked to him, he felt his mouth water. he slowly opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out a bit

he cupped one of your boobs, puckering and pouting his lips to kiss around your sore nipple. nose nudging with each moment while he repeated the same with the other breast.

without a warning, asahi flattened his tongue against your sore nippled, curling around and sucking sloppily, pulling back lightly to blow on it.

you inhaled sharply at the cooling sensation over your swollen nipples, "a-asahi,"

he closed his mouth around your boob, taking as much as he could, and hummed against your skin softly, slathering your skin in his spit.

his cock began to harden and strain against his gray sweatpants.

you combed your fingers through his long strands, tugging him closer to your chest, "g-good boy," you dragged the word, gasping when he flattened his warm tongue, "keep doin' that, baby,"

asahi gazed up at you with wide eyes, your praises shooting straight to his cock and he shuddered against you, moaning softly.

the precum leaking from his sweatpants was slowly starting to create a small stain on the fabric.

he still had his mouth on you, but his body was slowly getting hot. his legs were shifting slowly, trying to hold himself back and not touch more of you. he wanted to be a good boy and not do anything without your permission or word.

"fuck, asahi, just like tha'," you mumbled, hand reaching to palm his bulge.

asahi groaned againt your chest, your boobs pressing against his face.

you gasped when he bit on your sensitive nipple; he let out a soft whimper, fisting the bedsheet under him.

"take your pants off, my love," you cooed softly, brushing the hair back from his forehead.

blinking up at you obediently, asahi lifted his hips lightly to slide down his sweatpants and underwear and kicked them off in a frenzy.

his hard cock slapped against his stomch, hard and needy for your touch. your wrapped your fingers around the length of it, thumbing the precum and spreading them all over as you began to jerk him off.

asahi's back arched off the bed and he started whining, a red blush tinting his cheeks, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

you increased the pace of your strokes, eager to get him to his peak. asahi's breathing got faster and more shallow.

he looked back up at you with a pleading look, as if he wanted more. his body was really hot and was starting to get sweaty, getting more and more excited. he pulled back from your chest with a 'pop', "m' so close. don't stop, angel, please please, hhng,"

"shh, i got you," you coaxed softly, twisting your sift around his girth, pausing to trace the vein on the side of his cock with gentle pressure.

asahi moaned pathetically, his eyes clenched shut and a tear escaping the corner of his eye as he struggled to make sense of the overwhelming sensations. his mouth chased at your drool-dripping breast, cheeks hollowing to take as much as he could.

his mind reeled and his body quivered with intensity, each touch and pleasure eliciting a low, pleading moan from his lips.

he muzzled his face closer to your breasts, spit dribbling down his chin. he felt a low-pressure build in his tummy, a shiver climbing up his spine.

"i think m'gonna- mmph!" asahi came all over his stomach and you milked him for his worth, helping him out of his high.

but you didn't stop stroking him and kept up your pace, cooing softly, "one more, baby. gimme one more," you squeezed the base of his cock in emphasis, thumb swiping at his leaking cum.

asahi whimpered against the swell of your breasts as a second, weaker orgasm washed over him. his cum spilling all over your hand and his stomach, painting you in his arousal.

his chest rose and fell rapidly as he remained on your lap, completely exhausted and breathing heavily. he was covered in sweat and his body felt really hot, he pulled back from your breast with a pop, a string of saliva stretching from his pink lips.

he looked up at you with a look of slight exhaustion that was mixed with a hint of satisfaction. he slowly sat up, looking down at himself with a grimace at the mess he made on his stomach.

without a word, you brought your hand to your open mouth, tongue lapping up his cum as your eyes rolled to the back, "you taste so good, love, fuckk,"

asahi licked his lips at the sight before him, lower lip poking out as he held the side of your face.

you pressed your open mouth to his, shoving your tongue into his mouth and making him taste himself.

asahi moaned into your mouth, sucking languidly on your tongue, and combed his fingers through your hair.

pulling back, you doted kisses all over his face, mumbling, 'you look so beautiful when you cum, 'did so good for me', 'such a good boy'

asahi blushed a bit more when he saw the mess he had made on himself and looked away awkwardly.

you picked up a cloth from the bedside table and cleaned his spent off his body.

asahi blushed furiously, pupils blown wide in adoration, "thank you, angel,"

you pecked his shoulder in acknowledgment, "'course, my sweet boy,"

he ducked his face when you called him my sweet boy, the words making him giddy and he gave you a dopey smile.

just as you tossed the cloth away, asahi got to the ground, lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

"asahi, what are you-" you yelped.

he caught your ankle, tugging you to the edge of the bed, and his spread open your legs, his large warm palms sliding up and down the length of your thighs.

your shorts were tight and snug against your puffy folds, pulsating with need. a wet spot was at the centre of it, evidence of your arousal.

leaning forward, asahi mouthed at your core through your shorts, his lips and tongue moving around and making the fabric feel damp and hot.

"a-asahi, oh fuckk," you whine, closing your thighs around his head instinctively, arching into him.

his lips looked pink and swollen from the amount of kissing he was doing, his actions with a hint of desperation and need.

he opened his mouth up a bit and puckered against your core, tongue prodding to trace the contours of your pussylips. craving to get more and more of you.

you let out a moan, unable to hold yourself back as his mouth continued to drive you crazy. you looked down at him, seeing his big, innocent eyes staring up at you.

"please, let me have a taste, angel. i need to taste you so badly," his head turning and tipping to the side to gently nibble at your inner thigh, "and m'gonna make you feel so good, i promise,"

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #accioscarheadthings #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #sub!asahi x reader #asahi azumane smut #hq x reader #hq smut

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aiyshaaa · 10 months ago

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HIT IT TILL IT BREAKS ! | POST - TIMESKIP OIKAWA X READER

warnings ! ౨ৎ : MDNI 18+ -smut, dsm, cosplay, worships, oral (fem), doggystyle, oikawa being pussy drunk, anal, pegging, fingering, spanking, DOM reader, SUB oikawa,

a/n : I was rewatching haikyuu and when "hit till it breaks" all I'm thinking is oikawa being the one getting broken… okay but oikawa would def be a sub in my eyes.

Oikawa could feel his ass rippling from your sloppy hard thrusts that ruined his hole for ages, he felt his body about to collapse on the bed and faint right there but you kept him awake rubbing his cock with your soft hands teasing him.

"pl-please! I need to- ngh' cu-" he struggled with his words as he felt his climax get quicker and quicker to the tip as you teased him. " 'cmon princess just 10 seconds on timer" You shushed him as you're pink dildo hit his prostate deeper and deeper.

You loved calling him princess when his salty tears coming falling out his eyes as you pounded him with his head blank.

'ring! ring!', your phone rang and you canceled it, you pulled out Oikawa's wrecked hole filled with lube.

"ahh– so sticky..." You smack his ass with the dildo you wore until you remove your strap to reveal you're wet cunt that's been waiting to be sucked on.

You turned oikawa around as you felt the weight of his body as you do, his eye's looked drained with his tears dried up on his face leaving puffy.

You grab a lock of his hair and slowly bring it to your soaking clit and let him suck on slowly. It took no time for Oikawa to place a kiss on your clit teasing you and making you groan. You shove him deep in you're folds as you pull on his light-medium brown hair.

"mhm.." He started to give kitty licks on the insides of your cilt and folds. You slap his ass—as you hold his hair tight with the other hand, "good boy..." you praise him.

'he mumbled something in your pussy making it vibrant, making you groan at the same time.

You feel your eyes roll back your climax got closer as he lined his tongue and rolls it all over as your pussy soaks with his spit.

He takes you surprised to have the chance to finger your pussy which makes you gasp in pleasure. "O-'oh fuck—,, you whimper as he thrust his thick calloused fingers knee deep.

"oh baby' 'ma,, you release on his face with your juices, and right after you could feel his lips and tongue rub all on your clit folds.

"What a bad lil' kitty you are.." you grin while getting up towering over him as he sat down on the bed.

You pointed to the room chair giving him a hint of his naughtiness earlier. He wimped and waited for you to be in the chair so he could sit on your lap.

As you did he lay in your lap waiting for your soft hands.

'smack!'

"on-one.."

'smack!'

"t-t-two..!" he whimpered

'smack!'

"T- three!" he weeped

'smack!'

"F- FO- four.."

last one.. but it was harder than usual.

This was a time he regretted saying "Hit it till it breaks."

'SMACK!'

"FIVE!"

wc ! : 2.9k!

#haikyuu #oikawa x reader #sub oikawa #anime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa #hq oikawa #haikyuu time skip #dom reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fanfiction #fem reader #relationship #smut #hq smut

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chaepink · 2 years ago

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I have a small question! Can we get some time whenever you are up for it, Maybe some more of the Yan!sub boys? c:

pathetic sub!yandere boys ♡ pt. 2

pathetic yet adorable yandere boys that are so obsessed with you that they'll do anything you ask them to do.

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist | part one

dom!reader, previous stalking, unhealthy relationship, pet play, bondage, use of blindfold, mention of strap/cock, mention of choking, mention of marking

note: part two cause part one did so well!

Yandere subs that are so obsessed with you that they'll do anything you ask, sexual or not. Ask them for some homework answers? They'll steal the answer sheet for the week's homework for you from the teacher's desk undetected. You've been craving certain snacks and tell them that? Weird enough, you find a pile of those snacks on your bed the next day with a note that has a heart on it that lets you know exactly who it's from.

But in bed? That's a whole different story. Believe me when I say that they want to feel weak and small underneath you in bed. Choke them, spank them, edge or overstimulate them, and they'll babble out 'thank you's to whatever pleasure you're giving them. Such a good boy that just wants to be obedient for you.

Tell them to sit? They'll sit mere seconds later, looking up at you for your next command. Tell them to make you feel good? They'll make you cum as if their life depends on it. You're gonna have to yank their hair so that they don't overstimulate you, making them whimper at the pain as they look up at you with sad puppy eyes, asking you what they did wrong.

They're so desperate to please you that they'll hack into your phone to search your search/porn history for stuff that you want to do to them but haven't asked yet. It's not like you haven't caught them doing so either.

You like pet play? You find them in your room with nothing but a collar around their neck, a leash that's connected to said collar on the floor in front of you as if its beckoning you to grab it, a pair of cat/bunny/dog ears on their head that looks so real that its as if they're actually connected to his head, and- oh? whats that buzzing? Turns out that they put in a tail vibrator in themself too! what a surprise! How about you call them a good boy and fuck him until he can't think anymore as a reward? Watch as he mewls like a slut when you take out the vibrator before pushing it back in him.

What about bondage? Well you'll find them tied up oh so prettily on your bed with some red rope that compliments their skin so well. They'll already be prepped, of course, not wanting to waste time on it so that you'll fuck them quicker. Maybe they'll even have a blindfold on which will heighten his other senses. So how about you touch him all over so that he begs for you to just fuck him already. Don't listen to him though, just continue teasing him until he's soaked the blindfold with his tears and as his dick leaks out pre-cum, desperately humping the air to seek any friction. what a slut!

Turn them into such a mess that all they can think about is the way your strap/dick is hitting all the right spots in him as they lay there taking it all so well. Make him scream out in pleasure, the sounds filling the room which would surely end with an angry complaint from your neighbors complaining about the noises the following day. But he doesn't 't care, why would they when you're fucking him so well?

They're so horny that they're willing to tease you in public just so you would punish them. With some friends and he tagged along? He'll innocently grab your hand to place it on the bulge in his pants, making you widen your eyes and glare at him before he reaches forward to grab something. This makes his shirt ride up which just barely shows the pair of lace panties he's wearing underneath that are peeking out from his pants. How about you drag him to the bathroom and finger him until he cums, a hand on his mouth to silence his loud moans, hm?

About to leave the house to go somewhere with a friend? He'll say goodbye to you wearing the sluttiest outfit right when you're about to exit the door, his ass practically out and dick bulging against the fabric. You can't resist how good they look so you quickly text your friend that you have to cancel and to meet up another time before shaking off your belongings and rushing towards him with hunger in your eyes. Sure you feel bad for your friend but thats the last thing on your mind, the outfit on your yandere being the only thing that you're thinking about at the moment. The way you're looking at him makes them feel so small as if they're the prey and you're the predator but oh do they love it so much.

You know their antics are just to rile you up but you can't ignore them, not when you want to make them scream your name so bad and make them cry from pleasure. It's not your fault, really.

It's not like they're complaining either. They'll gladly get on all fours and present their lubed up ass to you the moment you tell them to. They'll turn their head back to look at you with eyes that absolutely begs you to ruin them. They're just a mere toy for you to use for your own pleasure after all.

Do whatever to them, they'll take it all like a good boy. Leave marks on him so that he can be reminded of the previous night, filthy thoughts flooding his head as he gets hard again. He'll stare at them in the mirror, heading tilting up to look at the small bruise around his neck from your choking. The red mark on his waist is obvious, reminding him of just how hard you gripped it to fuck him even deeper and faster.

Everything you do just makes them even more obsessed with you but you don't mind. After all, you're just as obsessed with them as they are with you.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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femd-archive · 1 year ago

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can you do another oikawa x dom reader x iwazumi plz🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

sorry for taking so long to reply! ˙◠˙ omg i love writing for iwaoi, i think it shows with this being the 3th fic that i have for them(ᵕ—ᴗ—) thank u for your request! ♡

BLOWING STEAM

pairing: haikyuu!! — oikawa x iwaizumi x fem!reader

word counting: 2.5k

summary: after a stressful day, tooru and hajime team up to make [name] blow off some steam

side note: english is not my first lenguage, so i apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes

Closing the door behind her, [Name] yawns as she starts taking her shoes off in the entrance at the same time. "I'm home" she announces, putting her backpack down and taking off her jacket.

A mix of soft and rushed footsteps are heard from afar. Soon, both Tooru and Hajime are standing in front of her with soft smiles on their faces, and that sight is enough to make all the stress of her the day melt away.

Tooru doesn't waste time to bring her into his arms in a hug. "Welcome home ~" he litters her neck with little kisses, making her giggle because it tickle.

Iwaizumi reaches out for [Name]'s bag on the floor and picks it up, throwing it over his shoulder. He then turn around again and looks at his partners with a tender gaze, enjoying seeing them express their feelings towards each other so easily and making his heart swell with love.

[Name] catches a sight of Iwaizumi's lovesick face as Tooru finally lets her go, even though he still had an arm wrapped around her waist. "I'm home" she repeats, this time with a more soft and tender tone, looking at her boyfriend like she just wanna melt in his arms, and so does he.

He nods, a small smile drawing on his lips. "Welcome home" he replies, scooting closer to leave a tender kiss on her lips. They linger there for a little bit, lips moving against each other like they don't want this moment to end.

Once they pulled apart —Iwaizumi leaving another little kiss on [Name]'s forehead— they walk to the living room hand in hand, and [Name] throws herself in the couch with a grown.

"Long day, baby?" Tooru asks, reaching a hand to caress her forearm, looking at her with such a tenderness in his eyes.

"Wouldn't you like to know" she sighs, closing her eyes. "The professor was insufferable today. Like, he's the one calling in sick 2 times per week, but it's our fault that we don't have enough material to study from for the finals?" she frows, a confused look plastered on her face, making her boyfriends laugh, "and he's snapped at me for telling him that!"

"No he didn't" Tooru gasps, eyebrows frowning as well.

"What an asshole" Hajime mumbles as he caresses [Name]'s thigh with his thumb.

"I know right? The worst part is that his subject is not even that important for the degree" exhausted, she rubs her hands on her face. "I don't know, for things like this I feel like quitting sometimes"

"Hey baby, don't say that" Tooru scoots closer, and so does Hajime, wrapping their arms around her figure. "I mean, if you want to quit then that's your choice, but don't let an asshole like that professor bring you down" the brunet leaves a kiss on her cheek, caressing her shoulder with his thumb.

Hajime nods. "You've worked so hard to get here to. This is your dream career" he reminded her. "Yeah, some professors can be insufferable, and that's gonna make you frustrated, but we're always gonna be here to listen to you vent and comfort you" he promises silently, keeping up with his caresses on her thigh.

Tooru's voice make [Name] turn around to him again. "We know you're strong, and you've got this, but it's okay to feel down sometimes" he reminds her again.

[Name]'s heart swell with love at her boyfriends' encouraging words, and she hopes she can convain even just a little bit of that love in the sweet kisses she leaves on their knuckles. "Thank you, loves. I really needed to hear that today"

Tooru smiles and leaves a little peck on her lips. "There's nothing to thank, cutie. Just boyfriends doing boyfriend things" he laughs as he watches Hajime attack her neck with kisses once again, smiling at the way she wiggles, trying to get away. "Say baby, are you up to some pampering? Or are you too tired?" making soft circular massages on her knee, the setter asks in a low tone.

"Oh ~ I would love some massages please. I think I have a knot on, like...my lower back" she comments, Hajime now leaving kisses down her shoulder.

Tooru chuckles. "We can get to that later" he moves from his spot on the couch until he's on his knees on the floor, between [Name]'s legs. "I was talking about a different type of pampering" he says with a sultring tone, hands caressing her inner thighs as he looks up at her with big doe eyes.

[Name] bits her bottom lip, already feeling aroused at the simple sight of her pretty boy on his knees for her. She reaches her hand out, dipping her fingers on his silky hair and combing it softly. Tooru closes his eyes, leaning into her loving touch.

"My sweet boy, always so eager to please" she moves her hand to caress his cheek.

Iwaizumi's sudden shuffle makes [Name] look back at him. He undid his embrace around her and she watches as he takes a spot next to Tooru on the floor, cheeks flushed pink as he looks to another direction. Tooru chuckles at his boyfriend's state and leaves a kiss on his cheek, finding him cute, just as [Name] did.

She smiles. "My two sweet boys" she puts emphasis on the number, reaching to caress Hajime's cheek as well, "I'll love to be pamper by the both of you" she bends over to leave a kiss on both their lips. "Thank you, loves"

"Don't thank us before we even make you cum" Tooru winks at her, making [Name] roll her eyes teasingly.

As she lays back on the couch, getting comfortable, she looks down at her boys. Oikawa had already lifted up her shirt, leaving small kisses on her hip as his hand runned up and down her right leg. Iwaizumi didn't fall bahind, also leaving some kisses in the other side of [Name]'s abdomen, his teeth brushing against the skin and softly biting it, leaving some barely noticable marks on there. She sighs, already melting into their loving touch and caresses.

Tooru's agile fingers undid the jean's button in a second, followed by the zipper. Both men moved in sync, taking each side of the clothing and wiggling off [Name]'s legs. Once they were off, they plaster a trail of kisses until they reach her crotch. Iwaizumi leaves a kiss on her clit over the fabric of her panties, and Tooru doesn't fall behind when he licks a long strip up and down, slightly sucking at her clit, also over the fabric.

[Name]'s whole body shake, letting out a shaky breath as her boyfriends continue to leave kisses on her inner tighs. "Fuck..." she whispers, trying to maintain her eyes on both of them as they work together again to take her panties off, finally freeing her wet pussy that lay in front of them.

Their eyes sparkle like it was their first time seeing it. Tooru's long fingers come up to spread her folds, getting them immediately wet. "So pretty..." he whispers, bitting his bottom lip down and looking up at his girlfriend with mischievous eyes. He looks back at Hajime, and Hajime looks back at him, sharing a secret lenguage that [Name] never picked up.

After a few more seconds of their lingering gaze, without warning, Hajime was the first to dive in [Name]'s wetness, making her throw her head back while closing her eyes. His tongue draws long strips from her slit to her clit again, before getting on sucking on it like it was his favorite meal.

Tooru's slender fingers surprises [Name] when she can feel two of them inserting themselves in her, slowly. She looks down on him, who's already looking at her with loving eyes, his free hand caressing her thigh as she gets use to the feeling of his fingers on her. Being so busy, they haven't have time to relax with each other, so it's been a while since any of them felt each other's touch.

"Can I?" the brunet asks after a while, still administrating caresses with his thumb on her thigh. [Name] only nods, sending him a reassuring smile. With that, he starts pumping his fingers, carefull not to hit Hajime in the jaw, but also not painfully slow for [Name] not to feel good.

The room fills up with [Name]'s moans and the wet sounds her boyfriends are getting out from her pussy. It's been a while since Hajime had move to his side, leaving a spot for Tooru to get in and also start lapping on their girlfriend's needy cunt. Now [Name] had to eager puppies, on their knees, eating her out like it was the best part of their day. And yes, it was.

Their tongues brushed against each other, as well as their breath became one, even sending shivers down [Name]'s body at how close their breath was. Tooru couldn't help the tentation, and sucked on Hajime's tongue, bringing them into a messy kiss. Chins dripping with their girlfriend's juice, they kiss slowly; lingering on the edge before attacking each other's lips again.

They pull apart, not before having a little peck, and moving back on [Name]'s waiting pussy. "That was so hot" looking at them through her eyelashes, she mumbles with a little smile.

Tooru smiles. "Mmh, yeah? You're hotter" he leaves a kiss on her inner thigh before diving into her cunt again.

Hajime follows him, and picks up his spot between her legs, both lapping on her folds at the same time their hands started gropping on their hard cocks over the fabric of their trousers. It didn't take long for them to whip them out, and starting to jack off as they savour their girlfriend out. Tooru's wrist motions were more desperate, while Hajime's where slower, most of his attenion focused on lapping [Name]'s folds.

Tooru goes in to suck her clit, closing his eyes as he enjoys her taste and the moans he's taking out of her, moaning for both making his girlfriend feel good and his hand ministrations on his cock. Hajime slips two of his fingers inside of her, pumping them as he looks up at his girlfried in awe, loving her expressions.

Feeling the heat pool in her lower stomach, [Name]'s eyebrows furrow deep, mouth hanging open as she feels her orgasm creeping closer.

"Mmgh, fuck. Guys...I'm gonna cum...gonna cum" [Name] started whispering like a mantra, bucking her hips up the men's faces. She reaches her hands to hold their heads, and both of them stick their tongue out so she could fuck their face, jacking their hard cocks off as they look up at her with those cute teary eyes.

[Name] cums, mouth agape in a silent moan and brows furrowed deep as her hips buck in her boyfriends' faces, clit pulsating as she cums all over their tongues. As she rides her orgasm, she collapses on the cushions as moans finally drags from her lips. She does her best to open her eyes, caughting the sight of her two boys bobbing their heads as they lick her pussy like some puppies, eyes close as they do so. So cute...

Letting out a gasp, her once tense body drops softly on the couch, chest moving up and down as she tries to regulate her erratic breath. Opening her eyes, she looks down at her boys, who are already looking at her with sweet smiles in their wet lips, hands caressing her legs to help her calm down after her orgasm. She smiles back at them, a tired smiled.

"C'mere" she whispers, motioning their empty spots in each side of her.

They climb the couch again, Tooru not wasting any time in kissing her lips, sharing some of her own taste in his tongue as they share a slow sensual kiss. Hajime kisses her neck, patiently waiting for his turn to kiss her too.

As they switch, [Name]'s hands find their way to her boyfriend's neglected cocks, starting to pump them without any other warning.

"Ah ~ baby...there's no need to-"

"Shhh" she interrupts Tooru after pulling away from Hajime's kiss. "It's my turn to treat you right. It's only fair after you treated me so good" shrugging her shoulders, she sends a smile her way and moves her focus on jacking them off.

The men's moans now fill the room in return, along with the squelching sounds of their pre being used as a kind of lube with each stroke. [Name] looks up at them, having a good timing to caught her boyfriends leaning in for a sloppy kiss, moaning in each other's mouths. She bites her bottom lip down. «So hot»

Tooru pulls away from the kiss with a 'pop' sound, hissing as his hand reaches to grab his girlfriend's wrist, wanting her to slow down but not doing more than just hold her wrist.

"Mmh, gonna cum?" she asks, leaving a kiss on his hip, looking up at him with a smile and then switching her gaze to Iwaizumi, who's biting down on his bottom lip, eyes closed as he tries so hard to not thrust his hips into [Name]'s closed fist.

"Yes..." Tooru answers with an airy tone, throwing his head back as he feels his orgasm coming.

"Go ahead, loves" she speeds her hand motions.

Iwaizumi's hand comes up to rest on her shoulder, seeking some kind of support as he feels his legs getting weak as ropes of cum sprout from his tip, landing on her lap and some on her shirt. Tooru follows behind, cumming with his girlfriend's name on his lips, bucking his hips up as his cum also lands on her lap, dirtying her thighs.

[Name] hugs Hajime from the waist as she sees his thighs trembling, also pulling Tooru close to her. They all end up cuddling on the couch, their erratic breaths being the only thing that could be heard on the room at the time.

Coming to his senses, Tooru chuckles, smooching [Name]'s cheek and then moving in closer to kiss Hajime's forehead as the trainer lays his head on the woman's shoulder. "That was so good" he mumbles, "did you like it, baby?" he asks, looking back at his girlfriend and littering her face with kisses.

"I loved it" she responds before kissing the brunet lips. Hajime moves from his spot on her shoulder to kiss her as well, and then being pulled in a more softer kiss with Tooru. "Thank you, loves. I think we all needed that" she lets out a laugh, hands coming to run her fingers through their hair.

"Absolutely" Iwaizumi comments, bringing a hand to scoop some of the cum that was splattered on [Name]'s thighs. "I think we also need a bath"

"I'll go get the water running" Tooru smiles content, kissing each of his partners cheek before getting up, legs still shaking a little bit.

"And I'll order something to eat once we're out" Hajime leaves another kiss on her cheek, putting his boxers on before getting up to look up for his phone.

[Name] layed there on the couch for a few more minutes, a fool-like smile on her face as she melts on the ongoing sensations and the memories of her lovers touch and kisses. She was so lucky to have such wonderful boyfriends.

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