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BOYFRIEND TEXTS | k. tsukishima

IN WHICH you go through messages of your salty ass boyfriend who definitely loves you

content: tsuki being a fake ass emo (i know what you are), dry boyfriend sigh, talkative partner, reader is a little weird (projecting)

a/n: new theme again... can't stay away from the neaopolitan theme for too long </3

©OCHACOCA 2025 | please do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other platforms!

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you came home from the eye doctor with new glasses

and you will not hear the end of it from tsuki

you walked through the front door, new glasses perched on your nose, unsure how tsukishima would react. you hadn’t worn glasses before, and even though they suited you just fine, you felt a little…

exposed.

he glanced up from the couch, pushing his headphones off one ear.

“…seriously?” he scoffed, a chuckle in his tone, one brow lifting as he squinted at you. “who let you into an optical shop unsupervised?”

you crossed your arms, instantly self-conscious. “they’re not that bad.”

tsukishima stood, walking over slowly, and tilted his head as if studying you. you could feel a soft heat rising in your chest but you kept your head straight. somehow after all this time he still made you nervous. “they’re not bad,” he admitted, “but I’m 90% sure you’re just cosplaying as the hot librarian in a coming-of-age anime" he lifting them off your face to inspect them closer.

you flushed. “shut up.” you retorted, snatching them back from him; replacing them where they once were. "i need them to see properly"

he held a smug, satisfied look, clearly loving how flustered you were. he leaned in close, one hand casually sliding into your back pocket, voice low and close to your ear.

“don’t worry,” he murmured. “i always had a thing for the nerdy ones.”

you shoved him lightly, but he just laughed, catching your wrist before you could pull away and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

“they look good on you,” he said—quietly now, almost too casual. “really good."

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how did trying to wrestle with your 6'3, buff boyfriend end up with you in a full nelson?

"f-fuck!" you scream, hips bucking against ushijima's hands. "ah- wakatoshi, y-your fingers are too big!" you moan, tears brimming your eyes from the pleasure of his long fingers curling inside of you.

he shushes your before pressing a kiss into your neck, "sh baby, you can take it." he whispers, lifting his head up and pushing his tongue into your mouth. it's hard to kiss him back when the only thing on your pretty little head is the intrusion of his fingers inside of your cunt. he almost chuckles into the kiss when you weakly stick your tongue out, trying to match the pace of his.

he pulls away from you and laps at your neck again, speeding up his fingers brutal pace. "oh my goddd," you slur, "m'gunna cum— feels so good!" you moan, throwing your head back, giving ushijima more space to craft love bites all over your skin.

"i know, touch yourself for me baby." you nod, bringing your hand to your clit and rubbing harsh circles into it, desperate for your release.

you bite your lip, squeezing your eyes shut, "mphhh, i'm gunna cum, m cumming toshi." you pant. "cum for me, please." ushijima grins, curling his fingers straight into your gspot. you cry out, white spots filling your vision as your pushed over the edge on your boyfriend's fingers.

"ah, so pretty for me." ushijima smiles, pulling out his fingers and pressing a kiss into your temple. your still panting and trying to recollect your breath. "my gorgeous girl."

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TELL ME AGAIN, R. SUNA

sum. sequel to one last time. you visit suna after listening to the voicenote he sent you, just to talk, and end up doing a little more than that.

feat. rintaro suna

cw. cheating/infidelity, suna really got on my nerves while i was writing this and he'll probably get on yours too, arguing, choking (m. receiving), edging, cunnilingus, a little manhandling kinda, missionary, multiple instances of "i miss/ed you"

wc. 2k

Suna tries his best to keep the shit-eating grin off his face when you text him to ask if he’s home. 

He knew that voice message would get you. There was a tiny voice in his head that told him it would be a monumental embarrassment if you didn’t, but it was drowned out by all the other voices in his head telling him to send, send, send, send.

His stomach turns with anticipation. He doesn’t even answer your question, just orders an Uber and sends you the car make and model and how long it will take to get to your apartment. 6 minutes. And then 12 minutes from yours to his. 

He fishes out the fancy santal candle he knows you like from beneath the bathroom sink and lights it in his bedroom. Then he brushes his teeth and puts some music on and waits.

He jumps when the doorbell rings.

There’s a moment of silence when he opens the door, the two of you just looking at each other. It hits Suna that this is the first time he’s seen you in person in months. He used to see you everyday. There's a part of his chest that seems to ache at the realization. He ignores it.

“Hi,” you breathe.

He blinks once. Twice. “Hey.” He opens the door a little wider and shifts to the side so you can come in.

You take one step closer and then stop, eyeing him with unjust suspicion. “I didn’t come over here to fuck you.”

Suna takes one look at your outfit—shorts that are definitely too short to be comfortable in this chilly fall weather and a sweatshirt he’s pretty sure is his—and knows you’re lying. He doesn’t call you out, just grins and shrugs and ushers you inside anyway. 

You lean against the kitchen counter to survey the living room, pleased to see that it looks exactly the same as the last time you were here. Suna’s still standing by the door when you look at him again, arms crossed.

“So why’d you come over?” he asks.

It’s your turn to shrug. “You said you missed me.”

“Did I?”

You give him a sideways look. “You did.” You drag out the two words, nodding slowly and widening your eyes as if you’re speaking to a child.

Suna tilts his head to the side, smiling a little. “What else did I say?”

Oh lord. You should’ve known he’d be annoying about it. You shift your gaze up to the ceiling, pretending to struggle to remember even though you listened to his message several times, including once on the car ride over. 

“You said you weren’t happy for me…which is pretty fucked up.”

Suna just rolls his eyes. “What else?”

Eyes on the ceiling again. “You said you liked my Halloween costume. And that if I had sex with you it wouldn’t count as cheating because I haven’t been with him that long.” You put air quotes around his claim, sliding your eyes back down to meet his.

He’s standing closer to you now than he was a minute ago, looking like he’s holding back a laugh. “Now that part’s fucked up. Where is the boyfriend, by the way?”

You make a face and look at the time on the microwave. “Probably home. Probably asleep.”

“Yeah? How’s he doing?” He closes what’s left of the gap between you and tugs on the drawstring of your (his) sweatshirt to even out both ends.

“Fine…” you whisper, breath hitching when his hand brushes your ear on the way to your hoodie.

He hums after fixing the string and walks towards his bedroom, tapping your bare thigh as he passes you as a silent cue to follow.

You realize that he doesn’t believe your intentions for coming over are pure, which is true, but you don’t like that he didn’t even pretend to believe you. 

You follow his lead anyway, resting your head against the doorframe and watching him fish his phone out of his pocket and dump it on his desk. He sits on the edge of the bed and looks over at you with his eyebrows raised.

“I told you I just came over here to talk,” you snap.

Suna’s response is automatic. “No, you said you didn’t come over here to fuck.”

“Rin.”

He puts his hands up in mock surrender. “Sorry.” He leans forward, setting his elbows on his knees and his hands beneath his chin. “Alright. Talk.”

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you mutter. “I shouldn’t have come.” You twist your foot to turn around and immediately hear the bed creak with relief. Suna wraps his hand around your wrist before you can fully turn your back.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” he says. “Stay. Please?”

He sounds like he’s begging. He looks like he’s begging, with his slumped shoulders and pleading eyes and desperation written all over his pretty face. 

It’s not enough. 

“My boyfriend doesn’t taunt me like this, you know,” you tell him, indignant.

Suna’s grip on your arms loosens as his face falls a bit.

You continue. “He’s actually nice to me. And he’s romantic. Treats me like royalty.”

You watch Suna’s jaw tick. His hand returns to his side. “He’s boring.”

“He’s steady.”

Suna’s tone grows terse. “Dull. Stale. Bland. Vanilla.”

“Stable and secure and safe.”

Suna snorts. “Safe,” he repeats, sarcastic. “I seriously don’t get how you can date him.” 

“Because he’s my boyfriend who I love and not just some guy I used to fuck when I was lonely.”

It’s a low blow. You and Suna were friends long before the benefits came along. Good friends. Close friends.

If he’s offended he doesn’t show it, just latches on to the first part of your sentence. “You don’t love him.”

He’s right. “You’re wrong.”

“Really? Why are you here then?” He narrows his eyes. “And don’t say it’s because I said I missed you.”

You’re not sure when you started taking steps forward, or when Suna started moving backwards, but his calves hit the edge of the bed and suddenly he’s sitting again, looking up at you with that infuriating self-righteousness that makes your eye twitch.

And then your hand is squeezing his throat and your lips are on his and you’re straddling him and moaning into his mouth.

You feel him start to smile against you before he pulls away. 

He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “Don’t fucking say anything,” you tell him, before tugging his face towards you neck. 

You can tell Suna’s still smiling, but he obeys, sucking the tender spot right above your collarbone without another word. His hands find the bottom of your sweatshirt and he pulls it up. 

His lips leave your skin and your hand leaves his neck so you can take your arms out of the sleeves and he can yank it over your head and drop it on the floor. Then he rests his hands on your hips and just looks at you. 

Goosebumps dance across your shoulders and arms. Suna wants to comment on how you're not wearing a bra but he doesn’t, just continues to stare. 

“What?” you ask.

He takes in the sight of you on top of him, the rise and fall of your chest—quicker than normal, a side effect of him riling you up. He revels in the weight of you on his legs and tries to recall the last time you had him beneath you like this. Your birthday? His birthday? Or maybe it was that time he tried to cheer you up after you got laid off. Either way, it’s been a long time and he hates to think about how you’ve probably been doing this with your boyfriend instead of him.

He can’t help himself. “You straddle the boyfriend like this?”

You huff and press your palm to his chest, shoving him onto his back. Your face hovers over his. “What are you gonna do if I say yes?”

Suna studies your face and puts his hands around your waist and beams. It’s the only signal you get before he flips you, putting your head on a pillow and taking his own shirt off before he drops it on the ground somewhere near your hoodie.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, glancing at the hard outline growing in his sweats as you trail your fingertips up his thigh. He leans into you and rests his forehead against yours. 

“I missed you,” he says softly. 

Your heart beats at a concerning speed. “I know.”

He gets up from the bed and snaps the waistband of your shorts before telling you to take them off and removing the rest of his own clothes. When he crouches over you again, you place the sole of your foot flat against him and tut. 

“You also said you’d do that thing I like with your tongue.”

Again, Suna chooses not to comment. He wonders how many times you listened to the message, because it’s sounding like more than once, more than a couple. He grabs your ankles and drags you down the bed, forcing a giggle out of your throat before he plants his head between your legs. 

He circles your clit, avoiding making contact with it directly and making teasing strokes with his fingers until you’re panting and quivering and making shaky demands for him to let you come on his tongue. When he does, you scream his name. 

“Music to my fucking ears,” he says under his breath, licking your slick off his lips. “You scream this loud for him too?”

You can't believe you forgot how aggravating he is. “Shut up and fuck me.”

He looks so smug. You start to think that the desperation from before was too short-lived, until he’s inside you and you’re filled with him and that familiar need that makes you wrap your legs around him and claw at his back.

All you can think about is how you miss him and you missed this, and you’re telling him to fuck you harder, and then his mouth is right below your ear and his hair is tickling your cheek and a stream of yes’s and Rin’s are tumbling out of your mouth like dominoes and youre trying to pull him impossibly closer and youre so surrounded by him that its dizzying and youre whispering i miss you in his ear and hoping it doesnt sound like i love you and hes saying i miss you too and youre wondering if he really means i love you too and then youre biting into his shoulder and—  

You lose count of how many times you come. Both of you do. The two of you are coated in sweat, laying on damp sheets in a room that now smells like sex and sandalwood. Neither of you speak, busy catching your breath and being lost in thought. You don’t want to say anything, afraid you’ll break the spell.

You didn’t have to worry about that, though, because you hear your phone ping loudly and realize it’s on the floor, still tucked away in the front pocket of your sweatshirt. Suna turns his head towards you.

“You should break up with him.”

You raise an eyebrow at the seriousness in his voice and sigh. “I know.”

“Today.”

A pause. “Okay.”

There’s another moment where none of you speak. And then–

“You should date me instead.”

You turn to face him and the earnestness in his expression catches you so off guard you have to look away again. It’s not that you never expected him to bring it up, you just hadn't expected him to sound so sincere when he did.

You had toyed with the idea before, a handful of times even, but everything between you two was so easy—why would you mess it up with a what are we? conversation? Although, you suppose you messed it up anyway by getting a boyfriend and ditching Suna without warning.

It takes you a long time to respond, long enough that Suna starts to game plan an exit strategy, but then you meet his gaze again.

“Okay.”

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bitch the 2020-2022 haikyuu fandom is fucking winning fuck you mean deciphered is gonna be continued??? some of daddy issues was re-uploaded??? SEX ED IS COMING BACK??????? good god i can die in peace hallelujah it's raining men

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MY SHAYLA

whats deciphered? a hq fic..? im behind 😭

deciphered is a street racing hq au (oikawa x reader) in which we're iwaizumi's cousin, and it gives so much backstory to the other characters and is just so well written 🙏🏼🙏🏼 it genuinely has some of the best world building ever and was last updated february of 2024 i think, the author is hoeneymilktea! it's probably on the list of the most popular haikyuu fanfics from the 2020- era

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𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 “coworker” texts

content warning ; tattoo artist! suna. flirting. clumsy! reader. random manager named shelby. suna’s little sister appearance. tattoo artist! reader. mention of smoking. tattooed! suna.

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roommates ✧.*

ushijima x reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

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summary: ushi is your roommate and saw your phone with porn on it. creating an interesting relationship with you two. sex, smut, porn

i added twt links bc why not just to make it juicer lol

the worst thing to ever possibly happen, happened. while getting some cereal at one a.m, you had been scrolling on your own personally private twitter account. do you have porn on there? yes. do you actually watch it? yes. did you mean to leave it open on the counter top? no. not at all.

so to your horror as you ran to the pantry for some more cereal, you came back to the kitchen to find your your roomate, ushijima, standing right above your phone.

the action of him ease dropping isn’t what got you, he often snoops around your shared apartment. it was the audio you heard coming from it that made you jump out of your skin.

in the dead quiet of your dimly litted apartment, the audio of a girl getting absolutely railed by a man echoed.

“oh my god!” you scrambled, running over to your phone you shut it off. then threw it across the room it landing on the couch.

your hands instantly found your face, everything was burning up. ushi was normally a kind of awkward guy. not ever really saying much and when he did, it was always just kind of awkward.

did this stop you from having a crush on him? of course not. how could it? he was fucking huge. his muscles could make you pop from a hug. and he was also caring. even if he stuggled showing it. so you had no idea how he was about to handle this.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed y/n.” his voice prodded through the silence. it was deep, hushed. it wasn’t until a hand found your back that you looked up to him.

“i’m so so so sorry ushi!” you said turning to face him, putting your hands on his chest and burrying your head into his pecks. being touchy with him wasn’t abnormal. he just never really reciprocated it. that didn’t bother you.

“i’m… i’m just gonna go to bed.” you said before leaving your cereal on the counter, grabbing your phone and walking away.

that night you slept in horror. praying that he wouldn’t move out because of the action.

that night ushijima was more sexually frustrated then he had ever been.

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the next day when you two were at dinner, he brought up the situation from last night.

“god.. you don’t have to try to make me feel better. just forget about it.” you stood shaking your head. you two were out at a random restaurant about to leave when he asked you about it. you really wished he could just forget.

“you know y/n.. everyone watches porn.” he said it casually. tone unwavering. your eyes darted to his, attempting to read his emotions. to which you were met with a straight face.

the rest of the night you kept thinking about what that meant. does the ushijima wakatoshi watch porn? no way. i mean… there is no way right? in your head he could never be tempted. he’s too idk. perfect.

those words haunted you until you got home. every moment of silence between you lead back to the mental image you created.

finally walking through the door you decided to bring it up with him. you just didn’t know how.

he waked to his bedroom as you made you way to the kitchen for a drink. “hey ushi..?” you called out. he only responded when he walked back in with a changed, more casual outfit.

“yes y/n?” he replied finding a spot on your shared couch. instantly stretching he made himself comfortable as he flexed his biceps ever so subtlety. your eyes wandered to wear his shirt poked up. a flips of his happy trail peaked out. “do you have a question?” he said. your eyes snapped back to his face. you only nodded in reply.

going and sitting down next to him, sitting cris cross legged. as he faced forward his head turned to you. you were close, but not as close as you wished you were. so you opted to scoot closer to him. one of your knees now touching his thigh.

“earlier, i just can’t get it out of my mind… you said yk ‘everyone watches porn.’… and i was just wondering if like.. excuse me if im over stepping here but, if you watched.. porn?” your skin felt hot. like you were burning up. after you said it you wished you could take it back.

there was a long pause, and you swore you died and came back to life. just as you were about to excuse yourself to suffer an eternity of embarrassment, he responded.

“yes i watch porn.”

it was the answer you had longed for. craved and yearned. but now what? you asked him.. now what do you do?

“okay…” you said, hesitant. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what to say i’m so embarrassed oh my g-“ he stopped you mid sentence. cutting you off to say,

“want to see what i watch?” his tone was so casual that he never seemed more comfortable to talk to you. you couldn’t give him a verbal yes, so you shook your head yes instead.

you gasped as he moved his arm closer to you, only to grab his phone your thigh had been covering up. you watched intently, all nerves stood on end as he traveled to his notes app. you watched as he unlocked a hidden folder that revealed several links and notes under them. this was so ushijima. you thought to yourself.

“can i?” you asked while scooting closer to him. he flushed and shook his head yes. you scrolled through tens of links and notes beneath them like, ‘threesome two boys one girl.’ or ‘good creampie.’ it wasn’t out of the ordinary until one really caught your eye. it was a link, then labeled. ‘y/n.’ you gasped reading your name. then he caught on right away. obviously embarrassed he shut his phone off and didn’t say anything.

curiosity struck at your bones. what was that video? what did it have my name on it?

“can i.. can we maybe watch some of them..?” you leaned into him now bringing the phone back up to seversace level and unlocking it. he never said no. he shook his head yes before saying.

“let me explain-“ you cut him off, pressing a finger to his mouth before saying. “we will save that one for last how bout that…” you were now flirting with him. and he could tell. he shook his head yes once again as you scrolled through all the different links.

finally clicking on one you watched it with him side by side. you watched as a boyfriend penetrated his smaller girlfriend with his huge cock. you felt ushijima squirm next to you, obviously uncomfortable.

“fuck…” you said without realizing. your head whipped to his but he was already looking at you. and god.. he was so handsome. his lips parted slightly, glossed from his own saliva

“can i please kiss you?” he asked while dropping his hand and now holding your face. before giving him an answer you brought your face to his with passion. kissing him so intently. your lips molded around each others. it was hot. it was almost too much to handle. a line of saliva connected the two of you as you parted.

you picked up his phone and went back to scrolling. this time his hands were all over you, touching every part of your body. brushing over it of pinching at it, he needed to feel you.

you moaned as he brought his head to your neck and slurped at all your open skin. you watched videos that he had saved, making mental notes about how the women in them are. or what he was into like, two lovers forced to be quiet or how the girl in the video spread herself open to get finger fucked.

finally you made your way to the video with your name on it. ushijima had now brought his eyes back to you, nervous of what was about to happen. in silence you clicked on it. just to find a video of a girl with your body type and look getting absolutely pounded.

“i’ve never been fucked like that before…” you admitted, breaking the silence. you looked over to him. dropping the phone now.

“fuck y/n… i’m trying really hard right now to be a gentleman but your making it hard.” he dropped his head back before bringing a hand to his hair and messing with it.

“fuck that! just fuck me please oh my god!” you squealed out, shocked that you even said it. you smacked a hand over your mouth. but it was too late. ushijima had already taken you into his arms. carrying you into his room.

“i haven’t..” he started while throwing his clothes off, and undoing yours next, “been able to get you out of my mind. i need you so bad” he admitted now laying you down on the bed.

it was all happening too quickly. and yet his pace was awfully slow for you. fully naked you stared at him. he stared back at you.

finally his fingers trailed your asshole before finding your cunt. it was soaked already, ushijima was seeing stars. “fuck your so wet..” he groaned. “can i?” he asked for your consent.

“yes! ushi~just fuck me!” you moaned as his hand cupped your soft little cunt. he stood above you, spread your legs open and pressed his middle finger into your tight little hole. taking it out to draw circles on your clit. your back arched at all of his motions. you squirmed under his touch.

“god your so fucking tight. so fucking pretty.” he groaned before putting another finger into you. pumping it in and out of you at reckless pace.

“need more… i need your cock ushi..!” you moaned out grabbing at his length. you jerked him off a couple strokes before he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them in your mouth.

you sucked your own juices off his digits. and oh my god, ushijima had never felt hotter. he felt like he was on fire.

now on the bed with you he threw your body around into a doggy position. your ass in the air. he waited seconds just looking at you before he positioned his cock near your hole.

as his fat tip sank its way further into your sobbing cunt, the more your pussy sucked him in. half way in and he thought he was going to cum. he pushed the feeling deep down into his soul. he needed to fuck you first.

“ushijimaaa~ fuck! ah-! your so fucking bi-i-g!” and with that moan of his name, he swore he heard wedding bells.

a new fuel fired his engine, as he pounded your wet cunt from behind. your arched your back further. the sensation was too much for you. the feeling of you stretching out around his fat cock. you could feel him everywhere.

your cream gathered at the base of his cock, it made his mind go hazy. pushing your farther into the bed, he rested more of his weight on you. slamming his cock in and out of you. your noises filled the room. the way you clenched around home you knew you were close.

“fuck you like that? cmon y/n.. cum around my fucking cock.” his words sent you over the edge. shaking and spasming beneath him you cursed out moans. saying ‘fuck ushi-! god i fucking love your dick ohmygod’ it wasn’t until his pace slowed slightly that you realized that he wasn’t stopping.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck uou for months baby. cmon gimmie a nother one cmon…” you watched all his composer slip away as he pounded your overstimulated body. flipping you on your front you got pounded face to face with him. his eyebrows furrowed. he was such a sight.

you felt your second orgasm approaching. he reached down to circle your creamy clit. as soon as he touched it pleasure ripped through you. your body lurching forward. you shook with the feeling.

“imcummingfu-c! god ushi~ your cock oh my god. fuck your so fucking good ah-!” you moaned, almost screaming him praise. he came on the spot. his cock filling you up with his seed. you felt him everywhere.

“god your so perfect. oh my god fuck y/n.” he said through grunts and groans. finally he fell next to you. kissing your sweaty body.

getting cereal at one am was the best thing you’ve ever done.

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i missed writing about him so u know i had to do it

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𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍

Haikyuu men x Reader

A/n: This is part of my Olympic event, please click on the for more! If you would like to suggest something for this event don't hesitate!

Synopsis: What do Haikyuu men do after the Olympics? Well, they do you

Warnings: Spanking, fingering, praise, groping, squirting

The camera zooms in on the bustling Olympic stadium in Paris, its energy palpable even through the television screen. The crowd's roaring cheers reverberate, celebrating the electrifying victory of the Japanese volleyball team. Among the sea of jubilant teammates, the camera focuses on one player, your boyfriend, glistening with sweat and wearing an infectious smile: fresh from clinching the gold medal.

As he steps away from the celebratory huddle, a reporter, microphone in hand, intercepts him. The reporter's voice is enthusiastic, mirroring the atmosphere, "So, what are your plans to celebrate the big win?"

He chuckles, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, his grin widening, "Well, after drinks with the guys," he pauses, "I have a little post-game ritual."

Intrigued, the reporter leans in, the crowd's cheers serving as a dramatic backdrop, "Oh yeah? What's that?"

He winks at the camera, "Secret."

Yes a secret it was, one that only you and him knew. One that started off with you being bent over his knee with his fingers deep in your creamy cunt.

"Been thinking about this all day," he murmurs, right hand caressing the fat of your ass while his left curls and massages the sweet part of your gummy walls that makes your eyes roll back. At this point you have given up resisting, letting your body hang limp over his muscular thighs.

As his fingers probe and massage your gspot, the wet sounds of your arousal fill the room, an intoxicating symphony that drowns out all other thoughts. Each movement, each touch, creates a chorus of slick, rhythmic noises that seem to echo in your mind, pushing you further into a state of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"So good," you whine and you don't know it but the tips of his ears go red from the sound of your voice. Your brain begins to haze, the world around you blurring until all that exists is the sensation of his ministrations. His touch is both fast and demanding, knowing exactly how to tease and please, drawing you closer to the edge. He reaches a spot inside you that you can only dream about reaching with your own fingers.

"I know baby, I know you feel good. Shit, i cant feel you squeezing my fingers." he groans at the feeling of your cunt convulsing around his digits. He is already two fingers deep in you but at this point he's thinking about stretching you further and slipping in a third. So he does. Using your dripping arousal as lubricant he slips in a third finger making your thighs tremble from the sudden intrusion. The stretch is delicious, who knew a volleyball player's hands had other uses besides volleyball?

"I won for you princess, the whole time i was playing I was thinking about you."

You can feel your pussy tighten and convulse at his words, the clicking sound of your arousal a testament to your connection, your mutual need.

Time loses all meaning as you surrender to the overwhelming sensations. His fingers, his praises, every part of him is dedicated to driving you wild, and you find yourself unable to hold back the moans that escape your lips. The noises you make together are primal, raw, and they pull you deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

"M'feel weird," You choke. Your breath comes in short, sharp gasps as the sensations become almost overwhelming. You feel something press down on your core like there is a pressure building inside you, a sweet, urgent tension that demands release.

"Shhh its ok, let it go baby." He coos and before you can respond he delivers a sharp smack to your ass. "make a mess on my hands, come on~"

The pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming, that it creates an almost paradoxical sensation. The euphoria is so great it feels as though you might lose control, as if you need to pee. It's a raw, primal feeling that heightens the urgency and the pleasure, pushing you further toward the edge.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity. Your mind races, caught between the need to let go and the fear of losing control. Then, it hits you. with a curl of his fingers against your wall, you surrender to it, letting the sensation wash over you.

Your are too lost in the ecstasy to realize that you are squirting all over his hand. It's like an explosion, your body trembling, your mind going blank, consumed entirely by the pleasure he has given you.

"Just like that, let it go y/n let it go." His hands rubs circles on your ass as your body shakes and trembles from your orgasm.

"So perfect so perfect, the best prize I swear."

HINATA, KUROO, BOKUTO, OIKAWA, TSUKISHIMA, Kenma, Ushijima, IWAZUMI, AKASHI, ATSUMU

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AUGH

" BRAT VS GOOD GIRL! "

summary. do they prefer brats or good girls?

characters. iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, nishinoya, hinata, daichi, kyotani

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

a/n. i saw someone else do this but i forgot the user!! :(

☆ — IWAIZUMI

quiet bratty girls. he enjoys a little bit of sass and mouthing off, he thinks it’s cute. it keeps things from getting boring. he‘ll get you back for all the little comments and eye rolls you give him, don’t worry. you won’t have the brain to talk back when he’s got you bent over the bed with his cock jamming into your spot over and over.

"told you to shut that shit up— now look at you, baby."

☆ — AKAASHI

good girls. he likes a girl who will play with his hair and read with him. a girl who will stay up late when he’s at work for a few extra hours. a girl who will gladly let him devour you for as long as he wants. he likes when you get all whiny and squirmy, but of course you’d never push him away whenever he spews encouraging praises at you, gently shushing you whenever tears start to roll down your cheeks.

"so good for me… shh, calm down, love."

☆ — KUROO

semi good semi bad. he likes a girl who can have a little attitude, but will still get on her knees whenever he asks. it’s a bit cute whenever you get mouthy with him, but it never lasts for long. a simple kiss and a redirecting word, and you’re melting for him.

"why are you being so difficult, babe? cmon, i know you can be good."

☆ — KENMA

good girls. bratty girls are too much work, and he doesn’t always have the energy for it. he likes girls who will play games with him and cuddle up in bed with him all day. and a girl who will ride him without complaint when he’s feeling too sluggish to do any work.

"you’ll ride me? really? …that’s sweet."

☆ — NISHINOYA

somewhat bratty girls. he likes the chase to be honest. it’s endearing how you try to act like your little panties don’t get wet whenever he’s around. don’t worry though, he’s very determined. he‘ll have you under him eventually, taking his cock with rapid thrusts.

"think it’s funny making me wait? hm?"

☆ — HINATA

good girls. loves a girl who will cheer him on during his beach games, even when the hot sun is beating down on you. especially loves a girl who will let him fuck after a loss— or even a good win. he likes to get the rest of his adrenaline out, or let his frustrations out. whichever one he needs, you’re there waiting to bend over, offering your tight cunt.

"gonna let me fuck you, baby? yeah… as a reward for the win."

☆ — DAICHI

good girls. as a police officer, it only makes sense that he’d enjoy a nice, sweet girl that listens to him and doesn’t cause any trouble. might be okay if you were teasingly being a brat, just as long as you go back to being his perfect girl once he gets his hands on you.

"you’re cute, babe, nice try."

☆ — KYOTANI

both. he kind of needs a girl who can keep up with his attitude, he can’t handle a girl that’s too soft and sweet. a girl with a bit of feistiness to keep him in check, but also a girl who will be patient with him. he definitely prefers someone who is more pliant while getting fucked though. the way you just move into whatever position he wants, and the way you whine and cry his name is all so addicting.

"take your panties off and turn around."

hi! thanks for reading :)

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asking haikyuu boys if you can get them pregnant…?

I made this at like 3 am…I just wanted a little bit of silliness

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AT THE SAME DAMN TIME! *.°★* 。

hot with hq duos !

ft .. all timeskip! hinata + oikawa // osamu + suna // yamaguchi + tsukishima // bokuto + atsumu

tws && tags .. nsfw, vaginal, threeways (mmf). hookups, anal, fingering, breeding k!nk, size k!nk // handjobs, oral (m receiving), praise, general mess // handjob, fingering, anal, degredation, praise // oral (m receiving) , degredation, daddy kink, semi-public sex — minors dni!

HINATA & OIKAWA wanted to have fun together during their time in rio, and naturally, that entailed hitting up local bars and clubs during the night. and who were to condemn them if that led to bringing a sweet girl back to their hotel rooms? it’s part of the culture, after all. however, the issue lay in the fact that they both had their eyes set on the same woman  — and neither of them had any intention of compromising.

alas, their joint stubbornness is what led them to their current situation.

the three of you would drunkenly stagger back to their hotel rooms — while they feign being helpful and wrap their arms protectively around your body under the guise of stablising your inebriated form. but in actuality, they were probably far worse off than you, and would often lose their own balance while handling your hips or lower back, which would then lead to you tripping over too.

eventually you reach their hotel rooms, and due to the fact oikawa lost his keycard at some blankened point during their escapade, it was hinata's room that you all ended up stumbling into.

even while on the lively streets or during the brief intermission in the silent elevator together, the three of you were inappropriately close; leaving slopping kisses on any pieces of exposed flesh and grabbing at parts of each other that could only be described as intimate. thankfully most pedestrians were more involved in their own business, and any onlookers that did notice your PDA were far too drunk to care.

and the affection was only accelerated as soon as you stepped foot into the privacy of hinata's hotel room. almost instantly it became a hot mess; an entanglement of limbs and appendages, furiously trying to get as close to each other as possible.

of course they were more focused on you than each other, and you tried to pay them each and equal amount of attention. thus your clothes became the immediate victims of both their scrutinies, and were torn and ripped off your body urgently by the various hands wandering over your supple figure. for the most part, you let your eyes drift shut and your mind cloud over while their big hands saturated your soft skin, occassionally flicking your nipples or pinching your clit. four hands on you at once.

however if you paid attention, you could tell whose hands belonged to whom.

oikawa was positioned closely behind you, to the point where you could find his firm abs against your back and his breath tickling the crook of your neck. his hands were slender and expert, and his touch was far more playful. fondling your tits or teasing your sensitive clit; all of which he would use as fuel for his growing erection, that you could feel growing against your plush thighs, even through the fabric of his pants. whenever he would elicit a cute moan from your pretty lips, you could feel him huff a chuckle into your neck.

hinata's hands were a bit smaller, but much faster and more keen. he was stood in front of you, and seemingly couldn't decide what he wanted to do. he'd engage you for a deep kiss for around ten seconds at a time, and just before it would get too heavy, he pull away to shift his full attention back onto your body. allowing his daring touch to slip behind you and fully grope your ass, or sink between your legs and excitedly finger you. he was a bit erratic, you could never tell what he was going to do next, and you liked that.

this trite foreplay, however sexy, didn't to satiate them for long though. soon, they became hungry for more of your intoxicating figure.

oikawa was the first one to make a move. while you were sandwiched between the boys, hinata's fingers were knuckles' deep inside your hole, thrusting into you over and over, while squelching noises filled the room. his lips were connected your delicate neck and he was sucking harsh hickeys into your skin. that, in combination with oikawa's arms snaked around your waist so he could rub your clit, was enough to have your knees buckling under you and a lewd string of moans pouring from your heart.

since your mind was clouded with pleasure, you hardly noticed the disappearance of oikawa's stiff cock against the back of your thigh. he shifted away slightly, but only so he could pull his cock free from the confines of his pants with one hand. with the other, he gathered all your sticky arousal from your clit and between your thighs, in order to lubricate his dick until it had the perfect glossy sheen. then, without wasting anymore time, he jammed himself right into your tight asshole.

"nghh—fuck— ahh!" you choked out a broken chain of moans and profanities at the abrupt intrusion. although you'd be lying if you said you weren't into it — which you kinda gave away when you began subconciously grinding back against his fat cock, wanting to urge him deeper inside you despite the fiery pain. it stung so good.

"too big for you, huh?" he hums as he peppers soft kisses across your shoulderblade, "sadly we can't all be fun-sized, so you're just gonna have to take it, baby." you can feel him chuckle to himself lightly against you.

"fun-sized." hinata tuts; thankfully he is too drunk to take it personally and will probably forget that snide remark come morning and the memory will be replaced by a splitting headache. still, he felt the bubbling need to impress you and prove himself. plus, he didn't realise he was allowed to insert himself without a condom, but if oikawa was doing it, hinata was sure to dive in as well.

like everything else he does, he was quick to whip his cock out and slip himself between your plush thighs. using the abundant wetness accumulated around your glistening folds to facilitate his enterance into your tight cunt.

"how's that?" he wasn't exactly his 'fun-sized' as oikawa proclaimed, thus taking his entire cock within your homey walls was not easy by any means.

"mmph, too much.." even with all your natural lubrication, you could feel your twitching walls have to stretch and pull to contain him, and he continued to ram his dick right the way inside you.

"c'mon, (y/n). that's it. ta— shit— take it."

but once you finally managed to keep him all inside, it felt ineffably good. both of them would thrust into you at their own pace, angled upwards which led to your tits constantly bouncing at the impact. with both your holes entirely saturated by their thick cocks, there was no spot inside you left unstimulated. hence, it wasn't long before your legs literally gave out from under you, but thankfully you had two pairs of strong arms to hold you and keep you upright for as long as they needed to use you for.

"gunna.. uhh— mph!" you groan. due the mass amounts of overstimulation, it wasn't long before the growing knot in your abdomen erupted all over hinata's dick, and your very first orgasm had you squirting all over his length.

this obscene display, along with your convulsing walls and pornographic moans was enough to fuel his first climax too, and he spilled his hot seed into your constricting cunt. "d—damn, s-so fucking tight!" he pulled out as he did so, hence some of his cum remained deep inside you or plastered to your sticky walls, while some of it painted your folds and dripped onto the hotel floor.

even while all of this was happened, oikawa's steady and rough pace never relented. he continued ploughing into your ass even as hinata stood for a moment to catch his breath and get hard again, but hinata — as well — immediately buried his fingers into your pussy to replace the absense of his dick.

with a bit more longevity, oikawa's first climax occured a few minutes later, as alluded to by his increasingly brutal pace into your puckered hole. basking in the snug cling of your walls, he remained inside you and planted his hearty load deep into your ass.

this warm sensation flooding your insides was enough to prompt your second climax, which had your legs shaking and your holes gripping onto oikawa's dick and hinata's fingers for dear life, rendering both of them unable to move. not that oikawa intended to anyway, he stayed stationary in your ass until you had thoroughly milked him dry, only then did he pull out.

"shit," he heaved.

"ready to go again, pretty?" newly erect hinata asked innocently, subtly aligning himself with your sticky enterance before you even managed to focus your eyes on him.

"shoyo, we'll switch, huh?" oikawa mused, idly rubbing your raw hole with his fingers. hinata nodded at the idea and hurriedly switched places with oikawa.

now in front of you, oikawa admired your fucked-out expression, and your wet lashline, "pretty girl, aren't ya? even after two loads." he pressed his lips againsts yours for a fierce kiss, during which he wraps his arm around your waist and guides you forward, so that you land perfectly on top of him as he stumbles back onto the hotel double bed.

hinata eagerly follows the two of you, and while you are laying on oikawa, he positions his cock by your ass.

after that night, you learned your lesson about getting in bed with olympic level athletes. the expensive booze and nice hotel rooms might be tempting, but their stamina is unmatched — you just about had to open your third eye to be able to keep up!

OSAMU & SUNA hadn't seen each other in so long. hence, when osamu invited suna to visit him back in hyogo, they had a lot to catch up on. due to his busy schedule and distant location, suna wasn't able to visit his hometown very often and shockingly, had never even been to onigiri miya. naturally, that's the first thing osamu wanted to show him when he arrived.

and how could osamu show suna his store without introducing him to his favourite worker?

your knees ached against the cold tiles of the backroom. the bleak, damp area where osamu would keep stacks of crates and cardboard boxes filled with random crap he bought in bulk — it was cramped and there wasn't enough room to swing a cat, but you make it work.

osamu and suna stood over you, gazing down in amusement as they watched you eagerly pump their fat cocks with each of your hands, simultaneously. your face wound in concentration, as your head bobbed back and forth between the two men's dicks; either licking the tip or taking a substantial amount into your mouth for a quick suck, then hastily retreating and servicing the other — lest either of them feel neglected.

but they could count on the fact that each time you'd give their girthy shaft a lick or pop their buldging tip into your mouth, your gaze would promptly flicker up to their faces, seeking approval in the form of a smile or a nod or a moan.

it was disgustingly cute how desperate you were for validation.

osamu even aknowledged your attention-seeking with a low chuckle, rasping out in a hushed voice, cautious not to let slip a moan from your furious hand-work on his cock, "good girl, ain't she?" even as he spoke to suna, he's eyes never parted from your needy figure below him.

and suna was the same; entirely fixated on you as he gritted, "y—yeah.." when you switched to licking his length and lapping up the salty precum leaking from his tip, he leaned down and cupped your chin with his strong hands, "mgh— fuck. can i- take her home?" what was supposed to be light-hearted joke, came out more as a staggered breath. a plea, even.

osamu tangled his fingers into your hair, and used his grip on your head to slowly guide you back towards his cock, smiling warmly as you gracious accept his whole length in your mouth again and begin frantically sucking. "hm, how's that sound, (y/n)?" he hums, greyed eyes locked with yours, "wanna go home with suna?"

he pushes you even further into his cock, and they both chuckle under their breath when you try to respond but all that ends up coming out is a muffled 'mmph!'

however, the vibrations of your lips against his cock are enough to send him hurtling over the fast-approaching edge, and osamu reaches his climax while buried in your mouth. just as he tips into his high, the waves of sharp bliss coarsing through him causes him to relax his grip on your hair, allowing you to finally jerk backwards and gasp for air.

although, these two occurences happening in tandem only leads to a sticky mess. his first couple spurts splash all over the lower part of your face, from your upper lip to your chin, and thus dripping down onto the breast area of your origiri miya uniform. as you continue to pump both their cock's with your tight-fists, any cum after that was angled directly into your agape mouth, to prevent any further disarray.

but what you weren't prepared for, was this obscene sight to cause suna to reach his own orgasm shortly after. so while you are still focused on osamu and trying to lick his tip clean of any remnants, suna — with nothing but a muted groan for a warning — furiously ejaculates all over the side of your face and hair, making you even messier.

being the behaved girl osamu trained you to be, you pumped him through his orgasm too and tried to gather as much of his bitter seed in your mouth as you could, but your efforts were in vain. you had been completed soiled with their sticky cum, and once he had finished, you had to wipe it away from your eyes before you even dared look up at them both.

their loads mixed together on your bruised lips and chin, stained your previously prisitine work shirt, and dripped from the loose strands of your hair. they had left you entirely dishevelled; it was so hot.

"what a cute mess." osamu wipes a bit of his semen off your chin, and held his finger in front of your mouth. you promptly opened up and licked it clean, a small whine escaping as you do so. "good girl. think you can go again?"

you pout up at him, silently, and osamu stroked your cum-stained cheek, while suna slumps against the wall and tries to catch his breath, "c'mon, suna won't be here for long. he's going home on friday." osamu bargains, but you don't seem to waver at that. so instead, he propositions, "i'll buy your favourite pretzels next time i go to the wholesaler."

now that piques your interest, and you nod enthusiastically to show your agreement. at which, he bend over and places a firm kiss against your forehead, while cupping your chin, "there's my angel." he rasps, "my employee of the month."

YAMAGUCHI & TSUKISHIMA paid extra to be roommates in college. little did they know, the fee they paid only guaranteed that they would be put in a room together, and not that no one else will be in their dorm with them. and that's how they met you.

thankfully you were chill though, the three of you got on quite well. there were two rooms in the flat — tsukki and yams shared one, and you got the other one. another girl was supposed to move into your room but she ended up dropping out. which was probably for the best, another person's presence might've disturbed the very delicate relationship the three of you have.

which basically means, the two of them are bests friend and they both think they are fucking you behind the other's back.

you knew you were into both of them at the same time, and at any point you could've pulled the plug on the whole charade and come clean, but you love the thrill of it. how tsukishima would ghost his fingers over your clit under the table while you all ate dinner together. or how you'd attempt the world's fastest quickie with yamaguchi whenever tsukishima would step outside of the flat for ten minutes to smoke. and how your heart would race in your chest as you both are half-naked, scrambling to get your clothes on when you could hear tsukishima's keys jaggling in the door.

thankfully you made it just in time, and tsukishima was way too tired to notice that you were wearing a karasuno hoodie and yamaguchi was wearing your lace cami.

regardless, you managed to keep this ploy going for almost a year. but as they say, all good things must come to an end. and that day came in the form of the night after your final exam for the semester, and the three of you were celebrating by boozing in your flat.

you started in the kitchen, making all sorts of concoctions out of the drinks you had splurged on. every single thing you made tasted vile and had around 60% alcohol content. you'd throw a splash of orange juice into a jug of everclear, pour into fancy glasses and call that a cocktail. cheers!

next, you migrated to their bedroom to do shots off the radiator. truthfully, you all calmed down a bit by then. each of them were sat on their own beds, and you were sprawled on the floor in the centre. you each had your own beverage and would sip it casually while recollecting on this last semester at college.

finally, once it got dark outside, you stumbled into the living room and plopped yourselves down in front of the tv to watch the bachelor and play a drinking game. however, around three episodes in, you were all so wasted you could hardly look at any more alochol, and were more absorbed into the show.

or, at least, they were. you were in a predicament. sandwiched between two cute guys on the couch, but if you were to make a move on one of them, the other would undoubtedly notice and that would spoil your entire shenanigan that you spend the whole year honing.

but fortunately, you were far too drunk to care.

without thinking much of it, your left hand moved slyly, hidden under the dark, towards yamaguchi's elastic waistband, playing with his drawstrings idly. his uncertain gaze met your own — and if it wasn't for the fact his better judgement was nullified, he would've immediately jolted away from this situation. but for some reason, he stayed docile and doting as you slipped your hand into his trousers to handle his hastily growing erection.

your eyes remain locked to each other, until tsukishima must've finally noticed the suspicious motion out of the corner of his eye, as he sits upright and yells, "what the hell are you—" evidently he was going to call to question you pumping his best friend right beside him on the couch, but you were quick to shut him up by snaking your other arms behind his neck and pulling him in close for a passionate kiss.

he's stiff and apprehensive at first, but it doesn't take long for him to melt into your touch, and your kiss gets so heated you're basically moaning into each other, lips weaving together fiercely and only parting for brief gasps for air.

of course yamaguchi noticed this too, but he was so out of it, he couldn't find it in himself to care — with the fuzzy drunk feeling, and the salacious stimulation from the friction of your palms against his cock, he was on cloud 9 and there was nothing that could bring him down. if anything, the sight of you and his best friend making out only turned him on more.

tsukishima's hands began to wander as you kissed; fondling your tits and pulling the neckline of you tanktop down so he could roll your pebbled nippled between his fingers. "tsukki.." you whined into his mouth, and he only glared down at you through his foggy glasses. "i need you inside me.."

before tsukishima had a chance to respond, yamaguchi must've overheard your request and thought it was directed at him, as he grabbed you by your hips and lifted you onto his lap, where his firm cock stood against his abdomen. you squealed slightly as this happened and held onto tsukki's shoudler for stability.

momentarily, their goals aligned simultaneously and both of their hands gripped onto the top of your pyjama pants and began tugging them down urgently; tsukishima working on getting your right leg out while yamaguchi did your left. and before you knew it, your bottom half was entirely bare as you were slumped back on yamaguchi's lap.

you could feel the imprint of yamaguchi's dick on your lower back and it was incredibly stiff. it was a miracle he had the patience to reach forward and massage your damp folds. tsukishima did something similar. he was sat beside you and it didn't take long before you both started kissing again, but this time it was less feverish and more gentle, fleeting even. and his fingers were glued to your cunt too, but unlike yamaguchi, he was nothing but an agitator. he'd pinch your clit and tug at your labia and tease your sopping hole, all while chuckling lowly into the kiss whenever he would elicit any kind of irritated reaction from you.

"ow, kei.." you moaned.

yamaguchi also noted what his friend was doing and huffed, "leave her alone, tsukki.. be gentle.." you pout and gently nod in agreement with yamaguchi's statement, and tsukishima simply rolls his eyes.

in contrast to his previous proclaimation, yamaguchi utilises his hold on your hips to hover you over his lap slightly, allowing him enough space to navigate his cock towards your puckered asshole. you're so absorbed in your kiss with tsukishima and his fiendish touches on your cunt that you don't realise what yamaguchi is doing until he's already sunk his throbbing tip into your hole.

your face contorts to reflect the lewd stretching sensation he's brought upon you and a whiny moan is ripped out of your throat. " ta— adashi!"

tsukishima is able to infer what's happened from your shriek-like moaning, and an amused smirk spreads across his lips, "what happened to being gentle?" he commented sarcastically, and you're too overcome by the conjestive sensation of yamaguchi's cock worming into your tight ass to even bother pay tsukki any mind. but tadashi did glare daggers at him on your behalf.

yamaguchi cradles your waist in his hands and tenderly rubs your supple skin, attempting to relax you to aid your hole accepting the rest of his length. "almost there, that's it." he muses quietly into your ear as you slowly fit more of him inside you. and with one last deep breath, you're able to reach his base. "there we go." yamaguchi praises.

"ngh!" you groan in triumph, chest heaving at the mental energy took just to try fight against your restrictive walls. but oh, it felt so rewarding to win.

tsukishima clicked his tongue, leaning back against the couch while his hand lazily made it's way between your thighs and inserted it's digits into your slobbering hole. so wet that your juices were foaming around his knuckles, as he curled them inside your pussy.

although he was silently jealous that yamaguchi was the one who was balls-deep in you, he couldn't falt his friend for taking the initiative. plus, it meant he got the pleasure of watching the erotic show that was your facial expressions while trying to take dick; your eyes would screw shut and your pretty lips would press together in discomfort, and your perky tits would bounce around when you would constantly shift yourself to angle his cock better inside you, but clearly all your efforts were futile.

but now yamaguchi wasn't doing anything. he wasn't taking advantage of the oppertunity like he should be. he just laid there like a dead-fish, in tsukishima's eyes. but what kei wasn't seeing, was how yamaguchi was revelling in the unreal sensation of your ass clinging onto him. even without stimulation it was enough to get him off and get him high.

but tsukishima was just bored. even if his fingers were buried in your cunt and your lips were peppering kisses on his neck. so he had nothing better to do than turn the tv back on with his spare hand.

and that's how the three of you spent a considerable portion of the night — with your ass cockwarming yamaguchi's throbbing erection, and tsukishima's fingers terrorising your poor pussy.

and of course the next morning was spent cleaning absurd amount of alochol, cum squirt and other bodily fluids off a couch that didn't belong to you.

BOKUTO & ATSUMU were both slumped on the bench after a long day of training with the MSBY jackals. it was especially intense and laborious today as they have a big game tomorrow, so the pressure is truly on. the two of them were both sat, sipping their water bottles and cooling down while talking about their upcoming match, until their assistant manager approached them.

"how are you feeling about tomorrow, guys?" you ask cheerily, holding their volleyball under your arm.

they glance nervously between each other; a strange sight from two men who are usually confident and upbeat. "uh.." atsumu starts, avoiding eye-contact by means of looking anywhere else.

"could be better." bokuto finishes his teammate's sentence with an awkwardly wide smile.

"awh, yeah. it's a lot of pressure, huh?" you chirp, and if it were coming from anyone but you, it would probably be patronising. with an innocent tilt of your head, you inquire, "anything i can do to help take away some of the stress?"

bokuto and atsumu both stare up at you with wide-eyes, and then turn to each other in unison.

what you had in mind was more to do with preparing their meals or helping them take their equitment to their car, but their idea works too.

in the jackals changing room, they had you bend over in between them. bokuto was sloppily pounding into your pussy with his monster cock while you were leaned over just enough that you were able to suck atsumu's dick at the same time.

at first it was a very strenous position, but eventually they ended up doing all the work. your knees just about went limp as soon as bokuto jammed his full length into your wet cunt, so he had his arm hooked under your abdomen to hold you up. to the point where your feet were basically hovering milimeters above the ground.

meanwhile, atsumu kept a firm grip on your hair and ensured you were slurping up every last inch of his cock. he'd grind into your face, enthralled by the way you were forced to deepthroat him and would moan lewdly into his base, "shit! good girl." he roared in pleasure. and since he towered over you, he was easily able to lean over and plant a harsh smack on your ass, with a hearty chuckle.

bokuto watched the jiggle and with a goofy smile plastered on his face, "yeah, good girl," he repeated, landing another spank right on your other ass cheek. however, he doesn't know his own strength at times and his slap actually stung, which caused you to instinctually gasp with atsumu's cock in your mouth.

and that really seemed to do it for him.

"what a naughty slut for daddy, huh?" he gritted, cradling your chin in his hands, "tryin' to impress me or something?"

tears prick at your lashline as you gaze up at him innocently. but there's nothing innocent about the way he shoves his cock into your mouth, or the way your tits sway as bokuto thrusts manically into your pussy.

"nasty bitch.. wanna impress me?" something about the way you feign purity really turns him on though, and that's what prompts him to keep an iron hold on your hair, even as he reaches his climax. "swallow it all like a good whore." he grits with a crazed smile. groans stumble off his tongue as spurts of his hot cum lauch down your throat, and you do what your told and swallow it all, not that you're given much of a choice.

"y-yeah.. just like that. fuck yeah, drink it all up, (y/n). drink it up for daddy." he grumbles with his head tossed back in ecstasy. all the while, bokuto is still relentlesly piercing into your tight cunt, basically splitting you in half with both his pace and his length. the twitching veins of his cock rub deliciously against your spongy walls, and are sure to send you over the edge any second n—

"uh, excuse me."

hm. perhaps it was due to atsumu's obnoxiously vocal orgasm, or bokuto's loud and passionate moans, or perhaps the sheer volume of the squelching noise eminating from your soaked pussy, but none of you were able to hear sakusa approaching and entering the msby jackal changing room.

thus, he was stood awkwardly by the enterance, staring at your current circumstance.

"uh, kiyoomi.." atsumu heaves, trying to focus his eyes after the post-orgasmic haze. "want to join?"

"always room for another bro." bokuto chimes in with a innocuous smile.

sakusa shuffles his feet slightly, wavering between staying and confronting the situation or just heading straight for the door like this gut wanted him to. but when he catches a glimpse of your cute face, still stuffed with atsumu's cock, and your ass in the air, grinding against bokuto's chest, that is enough to win him over.

"sure.."

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shitty box dye

📲 hinata shouyou x f!reader

tags: college au, labmates to lovers lmao, slight dom!hinata, LIP RING HINATA PHEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, spiderman!hinata references, suggestive content

✗ !!! minors do not interact !!! ✗

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Stereotype; Gym rats love chubby women..?

"Nah, Nah, I don't have a type. If a girl is gorgeous, she's gorgeous!"

"Seriously, Bokuto? You must have a type, everyone has a type!" The man chatted with Bokuto, the two had become friends, working out at the same gym.

Bokuto leaned against a machine, taking a sip of water. "Nope, not at all" He beamed, seemingly proud of his wide variety of attraction.

"But, you're like... a gym rat, right?"

Bokuto shrugged, "I guess so.. I do work out a lot..." He rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb, thinking about the question and mumbling the end.

"Well, I bet you like chubby girls. Gym rats always like chubby girls"

Bokuto scoffed, "That's a stereotype! I appreciate all body types."

"That's short for, "I love chubby women" right?"

"Yeah, yeah- Whatever, man! Go finish your set!" He shook his head, grabbing his water bottle and walking towards the weight racks near the front of the gym.

As he picked up two 75lbs dumbbells, he heard the door open. Looking up, he saw.. you.

His mouth slowly hung open, looking you up and down. You were wearing a pair of leggings that showed off your figure quite nicely, and a hoodie. You weren't small, that's for sure.

He shook his head, looking away when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Told ya-"

"Shut up!"

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These Haikyuu men have been secretly watching the cute sports reporter from the sidelines for a while now, always catching glimpses of her interviewing players after matches. So when he finally gets to be the one she’s interviewing? Oh, he's blushing hard.

He’s trying his absolute best to answer all her questions seriously—maintaining eye contact, throwing in a few jokes to impress her—when suddenly, bam! His rascal of a teammate dumps an entire gallon of cold water on him as part of their post-game tradition… but it splashes all over her too.

He immediately turns to his teammate like, “Are you serious right now?” before scolding them on the spot. “She’s working! What is wrong with you?” he snaps, before turning to her, flustered and apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry about that. Get her a towel. Now.”

When they bring it over, these Haikyuu men takes it himself and gently starts wiping the water from her face, mumbling something like, “You okay?” while giving her a small, nervous smile. He doesn’t even realize they’re still being filmed.

Trying to save face, he grins and says, “How about this—let me make it up to you. You can write an entire article about me… over coffee?”

Later that night, he’s sprawled out on his bed, still in his team hoodie, phone in one hand and a lazy grin on his face as he watches the viral clip of himself smiling like an idiot while gently dabbing her face with a towel for the tenth time. The comment section is wild—some are teasing, some are shipping, and some are dead serious about wanting to see them together.

Then his phone pings.

You: how about tomorrow lunch time? 😊

Hinata, Atsumu, Bokuto, Sugawara, Kageyama, Oikawa, Tsukishima (i have favoritism), Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Daichi, Tendou, Kenma, Ushijima (i have favoritism part 2), any other hq men you love

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hot take alert: tsukishima kei prefers to praise over degrade BUT he is so sarcastic that it feels like degradation

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// tw ;; vaginal, impact play, praise/degradation, breeding mentions & rough sex

"that's right." he hums, while drilling into your aching pussy from behind, with his hand settled upon the apex of your back to keep you in place, "such a good fucking girl f' me." he slurs, adjusting his glasses which were rattling on his face with every harsh thrust, before returning his fingers to their rightful position — circling your clit at an agonising pace.

"k— kei!" you squeal. the side of your face was smushed against the pillow, and tears were clouding your vision from the way he was brutally pounding into you. still, out of the corner of your eye, you're able to catch a glimpse of the shit-eating grin plastered on his face. you were unsure what amused so greatly: maybe it was the fact his praise was thinly-veiled mockery, or maybe he just relished in knowing how well he was fucking your brains out — as you weren't especially good at hiding it.

you were laid out before him, feebly clutching at the sheets for an inkling of solace as his cock slammed into you at a dizzying rate. strings of profanities and pornographic moans fell from your lips, while your walls were already fluttering around his cock like you were gunna climax. not to mention your trembling legs.

"aw, is my princess close already? i barely started. you must love this too much." he huffed out a chuckle, hips unrelenting even as he spoke scornfully. "it's okay. some girls can't handle big dick." he caresses your back, his tender touch in stark contrast to his contemptuous tone. " its nothing to be embarrassed about. you're good for other things, sweetie." his voice dripped with honey and caramel; it was almost convincing.

"ngh— no." you lied through your gritted teeth, denying that you're ready to orgasm.

for that you received a fierce smack on the ass, followed by tsukishima squeezing the flesh in his hand, "then why's your pussy gripping me like a fucking vice?" he rasps through a clenched jaw, irritation clear in his tone as he struggles to maintain speed when your walls are clamping down on him.

"that's jus— ah!" you whimper as he lands another harsh smack on your ass, but this one is enough to send you hurtling over the edge. your toes curled and your entire body shuddered as you submit to the intense climax that overcomes you.

"aw, look at that. so pretty, even when you finish." tsukishima teases, massaging your waist and continuing to fuck you through your high, despite how your twitching cunt made it impossible for him to suppress his own orgasm. "must be enjoying yourself, huh?" he comments, directed to how your hips rock back aimlessly against his cock.

"mmph.." is all you're able to groan, fully relaxing onto the bed, entirely worn out from your ride.

"awh, sweetie, you're saying that you're going to lay there and let me use you until i cum?" he jokingly interprets your muffled grumble as something you certainly did not say, but it doesn't feel like a joke when his hips start speeding up and resuming his ferocious thrusting.

"and you're saying you want me to cum inside that pretty hole and fill you up?" he taunts, still stroking your waist in his big hands as he plows into your glistening cunt, "well, aren't you just my perfect angel."

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Yandere Alphabet for Iwaizumi please??

I LOVED your Iwaizumi fic and now I'm obsessed with him! ❤️❤️❤️

Drink lots of water and make sure to get rest!

Of course anon! Iwaizumi is just an amazing character and I’m excited that people like him because he’s really underrated! I’m really glad you liked my fic for him and I’m exceptionally glad I got you hooked on him >:)

I will make sure to get lots of water and rest, just for you, my lovely anon!

THIS IS SO LATE I’M SORRY!!!

Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu) -The Yandere Alphabet

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Warnings: yandere themes, violence (not really towards reader)

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it?

💖 Iwaizumi would be embarrassed to show you affection and probably wouldn’t do any PDA. However, when you’re alone with him, he just wants to hold you close. Maybe nuzzle into you a little bit. He’s not EXACTLY the cuddling type, but he wants you tugged close with one arm around you.

💖 The only exception to “no PDA” would be around Oikawa. He’s protective for sure and, when Oikawa and his naturally-flirtatious personality is around, he wants to make sure his best friend knows you are off-limits. I mean, that’s if you’re dating, of course. Oikawa’s not going to see you if you’ve been kidnapped.

B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why?

🔪 Iwaizumi probably wouldn’t kill anyone, but he’s a tough, protective guy. He doesn’t mind putting someone in their place, even if it means beating them to a bloody pulp. He’ll fight for your safety, honor, and to make sure no one tries to take you from him.

C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

💔 Iwaizumi would never mock you. He’ll honestly show his gentle, caring side more often, even if he’s kind of strict at times. He wants you to be happy, even if he can be a little Tsundere at times.

💔 He considers the fact that he was able to kidnap you so easily as more proof that you can’t protect yourself. It’ll affirm his delusion that you need his protection.

D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

💭 Like I said, Iwaizumi is under the delusion that you need him to protect you, even if you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. It stems from his obsession with you, where he deludes himself in order to justify his immoral actions. Basically, he’s forcing himself to think he’s protecting you because he doesn’t want to admit that he has an unhealthy obsession with you.

E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them?

💧 Iwaizumi will not trust you at first. He knows you aren’t stupid, that you’ll do your best to find a way out. He thinks you’re too adventurous and free willed (even if you just want to go home, it’s his delusional/protective thought process) so he’ll play bad cop as long as he needs to.

💧 When Iwaizumi’s 100% certain that you cannot escape and that you don’t want to/won’t try to, he’ll begin softening up to you. He’ll tell you everything you want to know, but he prefers to listen to what you have to say instead.

F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

👊 Iwaizumi would try to restrain you in a way that proves his dominance over you without hurting you. Headlock, pinning you down, etc. He’s trying to protect you, no hurt you. Why don’t you understand that?

G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

😔 Iwaizumi does feel very guilty from the start, but he continually deludes himself into thinking that he’s doing what’s best for you. That he’s protecting you. This delusion allows him to ignore that guilt and lets him continue on with his secretly-selfish desires.

H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

🔥 Iwaizumi yells when he gets frustrated. Unlike with Oikawa, he won’t smack you if you annoy him, but he will chew you out about whatever you did. Yelling about how you’re being ungrateful or not understanding that all this is for the best is not a rare occurrence.

I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

👩‍❤️‍👨 Iwaizumi would like a small family. He’d be a great dad, with how protective he’d be over his kids. Your kids will be the perfect mix of you and him, and that makes him so happy. It’s proof of your connection with him.

J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

💢 Iwaizumi isn’t so much JEALOUS as he is not trusting the other guys with taking care of you. Only HE can take care of you, protect you, love you! Not them. Never them. They’re just trying to hurt you, not like Iwaizumi.

K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out?

🔒 Iwaizumi would be 100% set to go, but he’d have trouble finding the perfect opportunity. Then WHAM, you do something he thinks is even the slightest bit dangerous and he’s taking you away from freedom permanently.

🔒 You tried to go after that adorable lost puppy that went down an alleyway? You could have been kidnapped! (ironic) Going out on a date with a guy you barely knew? He could have taken advantage of you! Wandering away from your group of friends the tiniest bit when at night in the city? Someone could have killed you!

🔒 You’re just LUCKY Iwaizumi was looking out for you, so stop looking so upset, jeez.

L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

💌 Iwaizumi really does love you, but it might take him a while to realize that’s what his feelings are. He forces his mind into the delusion that he’s simply protecting you and that you’re helpless (even if you aren’t) without him. So there wouldn’t be any attempt of courting you because of that. He’ll only realize what he’s truly feeling after he’s kidnapped you.

M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

🎭 Iwaizumi will be pretty much the same, just softer with you. He can already be a tough guy and protective over his buddies, so this isn’t out of character for him. The boys would probably tease him mercilessly if they saw how cuddly he could get some nights or how he blushes whenever you return his affections.

N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

🚓 Iwaizumi gets pissed, that’s for sure, but he will never hit you. Scream in your face and yell at you and rant about how ungrateful you’re being? Yeah, probably. He may also isolate you, but only to help him calm down.

O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust?

📜 Iwaizumi would take away any freedom and anything that could potentially harm you. No scissors, knives, metal forks even… he might even cut your food into bite-sized pieces for God’s sake. With time and trust, you might be able to use those things under his supervision. But you’re never leaving, sweetheart.

P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

🕊️ Iwaizumi can be surprisingly patient. That’s his soft side showing, I guess. However, he has a boiling point, and that can be hit pretty quickly on some days. I don’t recommend testing him.

Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

🏃‍♀️ If you die, Iwaizumi would never forgive himself. Ever. He was supposed to protect you and somehow you DIED?

🏃‍♀️ If you get away, that’s just proof that you need him, somehow. I mean, you’re just TRYING to get into trouble, aren’t you?

R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

👿 I can picture Iwaizumi roughly yanking you by the arm and pushing you into your room, locking you in there. Then, he stomps away to cool down on his own. If he’s fuming, he’ll either yell or not talk at all.

S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling?

💍 Iwaizumi would probably meet you through a teammate. Whether Yahaba was simping for you, you were an Oikawa fan, Kindaichi was doing a project with you, you’re friends with Kunimi, whatever- Iwaizumi would notice you and his brain would just get stuck on you.

💍 He starts to picture a future with you. A happy future with you by his side, as his wife- Wait, no… he knows he shouldn’t be thinking of that so early. That’s… he’s getting ahead of himself.

💍 He can’t stop thinking about you, but it’s okay now. He’s managed to twist these fantasies into the belief that you just need him by your side to PROTECT you. Obviously you can’t take care of yourself. That’s all this is, right? Right?

T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

😭 Iwaizumi really wants you to be happy with him, you know? If you’re crying, it’ll really hurt him. He’ll get frustrated though, why don’t you understand that he’s doing this for you? But, if you’re sad right now, he’ll bite his tongue about his complaints.

😭 Isolating is a no-no. That is not allowed. Nope. Isolation = you aren’t in his line of sight and within his protection. That means you’re going to get dragged out of wherever you’re trying to be alone.

😭 Screaming at him is going to piss him off. He’ll scream right back, and he’s much more intimidating than you are.

U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌 I think Iwaizumi’s delusion that he’s protecting you is the strongest out of any yandere I analyze. This is because he’s forcing away the guilt and replacing it with this. He’s also protective in general.

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳 Oikawa will never, ever visit you. Ever. Not in a million years.

🧳 Maybe Hanamaki or Matsukawa could visit you, if they’re willing to play nice. That’s all though.

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ If you accidentally get hurt or pretend that you are, you’ll cause Iwaizumi to go into a panic. This gives you time to escape or maybe even convince him to let you go back home (very unlikely). However, it comes with the downside of you losing any privilege of being even near what “hurt” you. Tripped on a stair? Well, now you’re stuck in a room downstairs. Great job!

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 Not exactly a worshipper, per se, but Iwaizumi prioritizes you and loves you to death. He’s softer to you than anyone else in his life. He loves you, he really does...

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

😍 Iwaizumi could last months, even years. He stalks you to make sure you’re safe, but the minute you get into danger, he’ll swoop in to “save the day” and bring you “home”. If that’s earlier rather than later, so be it.

😍 This includes you getting a boyfriend. He’s obviously too dangerous for you. Don’t worry, Iwaizumi will come to your rescue!

Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

0️⃣ Complaining about being kidnapped. Like “I want to go home” “I hate it here” “Why would you do this to me?” Those things will piss him off. He already told you! He’s doing this for you! To protect you! Shut. Your. Ungrateful. Mouth.

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I hope that was okay. I’m sorry for it being so late! >3<