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[lunarvir]

its 6:57 in the morning and you can vaguely feel kuroo’s cock pressing against you.

with his hand pressed against your soft stomach, he silently presses against your back. you’re not really awake, but you’re not exactly asleep either.

kuroo loves morning sex, he likes to feel you and hear your whiny sounds as your eyes struggle to adjust to the early light— as they adjust to him intruding your peaceful sleep.

he’s a pervert, he thinks for a moment; wanting to press his fingers into you while you’re barely awake. he thinks he should feel guilty, but you always react so dubiously that he can’t help himself.

with his cock still rubbing against you methodically, he reaches for your little shorts and slips his hand down to your soft sweet cunt.

he runs his hand over your thighs, and every part where you connect with him. it’s not enough.

he’s slipping a hand between your folds, gently feeling you. there was no intent to get you off; just a pure moment of wanting to feel you and touch you. he slips a single finger into you and its him groaning into your shoulder.

“baby?” he murmurs against you and a small noise comes from the back of your throat, “you’re so soft,” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“i have to, baby,” he’s sitting up and gently prying your legs apart, “i have to put my cock in you baby, okay?”

he’s not really asking, more so just letting you know. he’s not wearing a condom.

your body twitches up into him as he enters you, just letting himself feel around you. your hands move up to his arms as you murmur that he “shouldn’t”.

“i don’t see you making much of an effort to stop me,” and you just let yourself whine, eyes pressed closed as kuroo is everywhere on you.

“but we shouldn’t, kuroo, we can’t,” he thinks it’s funny when you act like this because as soon as he takes his cock out, you’ll whine and groan, just like you are now. you’re so predictable.

so he does that. he moves down to your neck, kissing you lightly over, and over again. “just the tip, please. please?” you’re begging, just like he knew you would. he loves you.

“oh? just the tip?” you nod quickly, “okay baby, just the tip.”

it is not just the tip.

with one hand, he’s holding your legs up; giving himself the world-class view of watching his cock disappear into your pretty pussy.

you’re breathtaking like this. smooth, and sweet and pretty. he can’t help himself, and how could you even blame him? not when he’s so close to you, and so sweet to you as he’s smiling down at your batting eyes.

“what is it? talk to me, baby,” no words come out, just a soft hiccup coming from your lips. “you don’t have to do anything, you’ve done enough,” his eyes soften with the softness in his smile; which do not correspond to the way hes moving in and out of you.

kuroo and you have never fucked without a condom before, and it shows. it feels so intensely different, with the knowledge that this is something you shouldn’t be doing, it’s explosive.

“gonna cum in you, yeah? just let me take care of you.”

“kuroo, we- we can’t, we shouldn’t,” you’re pathetically murmuring, hips moving up towards him. everything you’re saying is contradicting your actions, it’s silly.

“okay baby, yeah, i won’t, dont worry, ” kuroo lies. with your face buried into his neck, you mouth at the skin there, unable to say much.

he tells you how good you feel, how your cunt is so soft and he just can’t help it.

“you’re so warm,” you whine into him, the feeling of him cumming in you foreign, it doesn’t feel right.

kuroo reaches down to kiss you wherever he can manage to reach you, his arms keeping you where you are.

“good morning.”

[lunarvir]

18+ / mdni

warnings ▪︎ perv!kuroo x shy!fem!reader; dumbification; a dash of size kink; noncon groping; fingering under the table in public; internal dialogues written in italic; barely proofread

a.n ▪︎ i don’t like being called shy cuz when you say that, it makes me shy 😭 ya get what i mean?? the convo below is almost a word for word of what happened to me the other day which made me lose my fcking mind, so here i am projecting it onto writing — as always.

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“why are you so quiet?”

a voice to your left whispers into your ear as you swirl the metal straw of your milkshake.

startled, you peek over at kuroo, a mutual friend of yours who is a recent addition to the group, and hesitantly glance across the booth at bokuto and his girlfriend who seems to not have noticed this interaction.

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[lunarvir]

18+ thirst / mdni

warnings ▪︎ just hq boys being pervs; oblivious fem!reader; indirect manipulation; non-con inappropriate picture-taking; male masturbation.

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》 atsumu doesn't try to hide his infatuation with you, so it doesn't come as a surprise that he's constantly finding excuses to be near you. when he's reaching for a book on top of the shelf where you're standing, he'd press up against your back, 'unintentionally' grinding his crotch against your ass. he'd ask you to sit on his lap when all the seats are taken at the library, unknown to the fact that he has hid all the chairs before you arrived. you find it uncomfortable only sitting on one thigh due to his habit of manspreading but you are once again unaware of his clever scheme. this way he can easily feel every inch of your cunt throbbing when he flexs his thigh, eyes drifting to your ass ocassionally when you're busy scribbling on your notebook.

》 iwaizumi is a little more discreet when it comes to liking someone. he'd walk past your desk, bumping his hand against your open pencil case, causing the contents to clatter to the ground. when he apologizes and offers to pick it up, you smile sheepishly, reassuring him that you can do it yourself. all he has to do then is sit on the desk behind you and watch as you bend over to collect your belongings, skirt rising up, revealing the outline of your cunt through the white, cotton panties, a smirk tugging on his lips.

》 kuroo is an expert of manipulation. he'd talk loudly with his friends when you're the only other person in class, about how bras constrict your airway and cause a variety of health problems. though you thought it was all bullshit, you can't help the heightened feeling of your bra wires digging into your skin. not long after, you decide to omit bras all together and start attending college classes with just a thin top, unaware of your nipples poking through. and kuroo has the honor to be exactly levelled with your chest when you're standing over his desk asking for an explanation on the assignment, imagining his mouth closing in around them and sucking vigorously until you're weak at the knees.

》 bokuto's boisterous personality has everyone fooled, even you. so when he greets you loudly in the hallway and runs up to you, hugging you tightly to his chest, you aren't thinking of how your chest is pressed snugly against his, your pebbled nipples rubbing against his skin deliciously when you decided not to wear a bra that day due to your baggy shirt. and you definitely don't think anything of his hand wandering from your waist to your hips, dangerously getting close to your ass.

》 kageyama is secretly one horny dude. he's always carrying his phone around, not because he's addicted to using any of the boring apps there, but he's obsessed with taking pictures of you. think of the most scandalous, inappropriate but seemingly innocent pictures of you, he has it all; your lips around a popsicle, your bend over form, your upskirt pictures, your revealing top, your exposed thighs,... and he'd masturbate to those pictures, his fingers tightening around his shaft, stroking up and down forcefully, low grunts and moans filling the air, heavy breaths fogging up the small, dorm room window. when he's close, he'd zoom in on your panties, imagining your perfect cunt wrapped around his cock and cums hard, shooting foamy white liquid all over his abs, breathing erratically.

[lunarvir]

when studying for an exam doesn’t go as planned

featuring ▪︎ iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

warnings ▪︎ dark content — dubious consent; heavy coercion; daddy kink; breeding kink; manhandling; manipulation; dumbification; slight degradation; possessiveness; cunnilingus; use of ‘good girl’ & 'bunny’; one (1) slap to the thigh; unprotected sex; non-con cumming inside | minors do not interact

a.n ▪︎ wrap it before you tap it guys, don’t be like iwa 👀 also, this legit has been sitting in my drafts since the day i started this acc – it is finally done – enjoy!

“Hey, what did you get for number 8?”

With the tip of a pen between your teeth, you squint at the tiny words on the paper, impatience brewing in your stomach at the relentlessly difficult questions concerning philosophy — your least favorite subject. Despite your major being economics, philosophy is a requirement in your course, so you have no choice but to pull through. Your previous query is surprisingly greeted with an overbearing silence.

Glancing over your shoulder at the imposing figure of your classmate Iwaizumi on the other end of the bed, you spot him staring intently at the phone tightly gripped in his hand, knuckles turning white due to the force.

“Iwa… are you okay?” you blink, regarding him curiously with a head tilt.

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[lunarvir]

haikyuu boys as your perverted college classmates

warnings ▪︎ noncon groping; oblivious reader; peeping; humiliation; unsolicited pictures; male masturbation; manipulation; implied cum eating; panty stealing and even more gross stuff so proceed with caution | minors do not interact

TSUKISHIMA

he may seem like the typical snarky classmate, throwing insults, dirty words your way, flipping your skirt up when you two are in the classroom alone, putting your pencil case above the highest shelf just to see you struggle to reach it, skirt riding up your plush thighs; but he's so much more than that. he's not afraid to humiliate you in public and he's very sly in doing so.

when you're the last person in the changing room after p.e., walking out of the shower with steam wafting off your skin, you approach the lockers only to see that your bag has gone missing. your change of clothes, phone and other personal belongings, gone. as you frantically look around the room for any hint of clothes to cover your body, tsukishima's peeping around the corner, smirking to himself as he palms his bulge, relishing in the sight of your tits and ass barely contained in that tiny towel, only for his eyes to see.

don't worry, he plans to give you back your clothes soon enough, but not before observing your scared self tiptoeing down the hallway in just a flimsy piece of fabric, looking for help.

KENMA

he's one of the biggest closeted perverts there is. it's hard to tell he has such lewd thoughts about you when he looks so harmless and cute and always seems to be in his own world. but don't be fooled, half the time he spent sticking his nose in his phone is only to take pictures of you.

kenma has an entire album in his phone dedicated to your upskirt pictures or you bending over, all with your colorful panties on show. he also takes pictures of you doing the most mundane things, doodling on your book with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, eating a popsicle, sucking on a lollipop or even you smiling at him. of course you wouldn't suspect anything because he's constantly on his phone, he's probably just playing some games that require him to face a certain direction, even if the lens is pointing straight at you.

every night after college, he beats his dick to your fat cunt on full view on his handy device, the sight of your baby blue panties sticking to your pussy lips has him drooling and panting like a dog. and when he climaxes, shooting load after load onto the screen, your name slipping from his lips, he imagines you lying there legs spread in front of him, hole filled with his gross semen.

FUTAKUCHI

biggest pervert of all and he's not ashamed to admit it. any classes that you two have together, he will make sure to sit next to you. getting your cheeks pinched, hair pulled, thighs groped by him is not uncommon. even outside of class, he would boldly grab your ass in the hallway and make a comment about how soft and bouncy it is, earning a harsh slap to the face from your friend. but that doesn't stop him.

one day during p.e. class, you accidentally threw a dodgeball at his crotch, causing him to double over and groan in pain, much to the rest of the classmates' amusement, but you were so worried, apologies spewing out of your mouth profusely. yet, it's strange that the second he walks out the door with you accompanying him to the nurse's office, he stops limping or complaining about the injury and instead leads you to the cleaning supply room.

and when you go to apologize again for causing all this, he wistfully shakes his head and announces that the only way to reduce the pain is for you to kiss it better. kiss from the angry, red bulbous tip down the veiny length of his cock and his heavy balls and only then, only then would he feel better and accept your apology.

SUGAWARA

as your friend, suga's the biggest sweetheart and would never do anything to hurt you. but as a man, he has his own needs. so don't take it personally when he takes part in the boys' conversation about your fuckable body, dick throbbing in his pants when you jump up and down excitedly to tell him about your weekend plans, eyes zeroing on your boobs.

and you're feeling down, he likes to cuddle up with you, chin on top of your head, hands wandering down your body, resting gently on your ass, yet you never suspect a thing. on certain days when he's feeling extra bold, he would slip a hand beneath your skirt, feeling up your thighs under the guise of comforting you.

every p.e. class, he purposely forgets to bring his own water bottle, just to take a sip of your own, licking the rim where your mouth was when you weren't looking. shaking the green container lightly, he watches as the clear liquid slosh around, wondering if you'd notice his cum mixed in with the drink. heat rises to the tip of his dick when he thinks of his semen sliding down your throat without you even realizing. but of course, he would never be that gross, he's your friend after all.

TENDO

loves being in close proximity to you, you think of it as endearing at first, it's cute that he's so clingy and craves your presence so much. but it gets a little bothersome when you can't even go to the bathroom without him trailing after you. you want to say no and yell in his face to back off but he technically isn't doing anything wrong and he's so charming with his words, reassuring that he won't let anything bad happen to you as long as he's around.

little do you know that he's the only danger lingering on campus. he's so in love with you and especially in love with your scent. everything about you just smells so good that he can't resist being around you, smelling your hair, nuzzling into your sweet neck, and even going as far as to steal your personal belongings.

where do you think all your dirty, soiled panties went? definitely not lost in the dorm's washing machine. whenever he can't be around you, tendo resorts to smelling the seat of your panties, smacking his lips to the tangy taste of you before wrapping the piece of cotton around his cock and fucking it for hours on end.

[lunarvir]

soft & slow 🍦

TSUKISHIMA KEI X !CHUBBY!F READER

Tsukishima Kei, Tsuki one of your best boy friend he's known as quite of a snober yet he's always affectionate to you causing rumours to spread.

One time he decided to invite for a drink, just the two of you. You didn't hesitate because you knew that you were both comfortable with each other, and if ever something happened to you both, well fuck it you like him anyways.

"hey shorty let's go?" he finally showed up after waiting for minutes "hi Tsuki! let's get the drinking started!!" he laughed at your reaction finding it funny for some sweet innocent looking girl to be a drinker.

few moments and shots passed by as you both were getting hit by the alcoholic drink, you were getting touchy and hugging him at this point "Kei~ hug" as he went closer to you, the both of you felt the touch of each other. after a few minutes you felt something hard as you were cuddling he kept grinding into your back, as you turn around now facing him he kissed your lips and you kissed him back. "hmm~ Kei.." "yes shorty?" he respond, "i like you so much Kei, so fucking much and.. i.. want you bad right now" as you kiss him harder this time. going with the flow that make out was magnificent.

"Kei, i wanna help you out" before he was able to respond you knelt down and unzipped his pants, licking his tip then putting it inside your mouth "fuck.. baby don't force yourself to put all in m'kay?" he told you, slowing down avoiding to choke because of his cock, playing it with your tongue then stoping for a small period of time, "why'd you stop baby..?" he asked "i want you in me please.." responding with a shy tone "ahh.. sure thing, anything for you princess" he replied back as he started to take of your shirt followed by him pulling down your panties "so wet for me huh?" as you nod your head, he started to put one finger inside you, letting out a small queit moan, followed by another finger which hits all of the right spots soft and slowly. "i want you already Tsuki.. please" after your request he positioned his body on top preparing to enter you, as he put it in slowly you already started to let out small moans because of how big he is inside you, as you both were enjoying each moment Kei begun to thrusts faster and faster "f-fuck Kei ah~ slow down.." "ah shit, s-sorry princes, your just so fucking tight.. you feel amazing~" he replied with his shaky voice, as he pulled out and cummed all over your tits then layed on top of you out of breath, you stroke his hair admiring his soft but wild side.

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⌗︙・aot boys reacting to you sucking on a lollipop ⸜⸜・

eren

he's angry, he's angry because everyone can see how awesome his baby is at sucking cock. you stick your tongue out of your mouth when you catch his gaze, giving the lollipop tiny licks. he groans, feeling his pants get tighter.

"sit on my lap, babe." he tells you and you comply with a giggle. he feels better now that he has you close to him, now everyone's gonna know that you're his. you rest your head on his shoulder, looking at him while you push the candy deep into your mouth. you push the lolli a bit too much, making yourself choke.

"that's it." he says, he lost his patience with you.

"behave like a good girl, not a slut." he order, his hand smacking your thigh. you yelp a bit but continue sucking.

"not everyone has to know how amazing you are."

armin

"y/n, stop that." armin whisper yells at you as you suck on a cherry lollipop. you're in the middle of a shopping mall and the last thing armin wants is everyone looking at you doing lew things to a lollipop.

"what?" you ask him innocently, your mouth making a pop sound. he swears to himself, "suck on it like a normal person." he says. you push it deeper inside, saliva running down your chin. he didn't mean it like that, he thinks. he puts his hand in front of your mouth, looking even weirder.

"just give it to me, you can lick it in the car." he says and your eyes go wide. he catches your gaze and a sigh leaves his lips.

"i didn't mean it like that, dirty girl. but whatever for you."

jean

he watches you with red cheeks as you suck on a strawberry lollipop he just bought you. it's supposed to be innocent but he can't help but to get excited when you lips envelop the sweet candy. he walks behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"you're my girl?" he says and you aren't sure if it's a statement or a question. he presses you deeper into his body, he doesn't want anyone to see how beautiful you look with the lollipop in your mouth.

"i am yours." you tell him, smiling up at him. you place your head on his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes as your tongue swirls around the candy. he chuckles, feeling his pants go tighter.

"of course, you're my girl. none other girl can suck as good as you."

connie

"come on, baby. you know what you are doing." he exclaims, watching you as you suck on a lollipop. you flash him a confused look, trying to act innocent. unfortunately, connie knows you better.

"show me how you do it." he orders and you push the lollipop deeper into your mouth. he sits in front of you, his heart beating fast as he watches your tongue swirl around. you stick out your tongue at him, showing him how white your tongue is from the strawberry milk flavor. he groans, he wishes so much that he could paint your tongue with his cum.

"yummy." you say around the lolli. connie thinks it's too much for him and he gets closer to you. he puts his finger next to the lollipop, grazing your tongue.

"you gonna show me how you do it on my cock, right baby?"

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⌗︙・aot boys reacting to you sucking on a lollipop ⸜⸜・

eren

he's angry, he's angry because everyone can see how awesome his baby is at sucking cock. you stick your tongue out of your mouth when you catch his gaze, giving the lollipop tiny licks. he groans, feeling his pants get tighter.

"sit on my lap, babe." he tells you and you comply with a giggle. he feels better now that he has you close to him, now everyone's gonna know that you're his. you rest your head on his shoulder, looking at him while you push the candy deep into your mouth. you push the lolli a bit too much, making yourself choke.

"that's it." he says, he lost his patience with you.

"behave like a good girl, not a slut." he order, his hand smacking your thigh. you yelp a bit but continue sucking.

"not everyone has to know how amazing you are."

armin

"y/n, stop that." armin whisper yells at you as you suck on a cherry lollipop. you're in the middle of a shopping mall and the last thing armin wants is everyone looking at you doing lew things to a lollipop.

"what?" you ask him innocently, your mouth making a pop sound. he swears to himself, "suck on it like a normal person." he says. you push it deeper inside, saliva running down your chin. he didn't mean it like that, he thinks. he puts his hand in front of your mouth, looking even weirder.

"just give it to me, you can lick it in the car." he says and your eyes go wide. he catches your gaze and a sigh leaves his lips.

"i didn't mean it like that, dirty girl. but whatever for you."

jean

he watches you with red cheeks as you suck on a strawberry lollipop he just bought you. it's supposed to be innocent but he can't help but to get excited when you lips envelop the sweet candy. he walks behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

"you're my girl?" he says and you aren't sure if it's a statement or a question. he presses you deeper into his body, he doesn't want anyone to see how beautiful you look with the lollipop in your mouth.

"i am yours." you tell him, smiling up at him. you place your head on his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes as your tongue swirls around the candy. he chuckles, feeling his pants go tighter.

"of course, you're my girl. none other girl can suck as good as you."

connie

"come on, baby. you know what you are doing." he exclaims, watching you as you suck on a lollipop. you flash him a confused look, trying to act innocent. unfortunately, connie knows you better.

"show me how you do it." he orders and you push the lollipop deeper into your mouth. he sits in front of you, his heart beating fast as he watches your tongue swirl around. you stick out your tongue at him, showing him how white your tongue is from the strawberry milk flavor. he groans, he wishes so much that he could paint your tongue with his cum.

"yummy." you say around the lolli. connie thinks it's too much for him and he gets closer to you. he puts his finger next to the lollipop, grazing your tongue.

"you gonna show me how you do it on my cock, right baby?"

[lunarvir]

annoying things they do

𝑜𝑛𝑦

- doesn’t let you sleep in unless he’s sleeping in too. like this nigga would literally wake you up at eight am. durag, plaid pajama pants, and hoodie on. with his keys jingling in his hands on some, “ma get up we going to the store.”

- goes through a bottle of juice in less than two days. you literally have to buy him his own minute made and orange juice because if the two of you share it’ll be gone so quick.

- steals a lot of words and phrases from you, and they’re either used so wrong that you laugh or so right that you’d have no choice but to stand in shock. like he’d come home from the barbershop and go up to you like, “like my cut ma? it’s eating rightttt?” and you’d just be standing there like how do you know how to use that?

- this man is greedy. like all of them are greedy, but ony is a different type of greedy. he would never eat your food without permission, but let you open up a bag of chips around him. the next thing you gon see is his big ass hand in your face on some, “lemme get one” or if you eating a burger or a slice of pizza and he see you enjoying it. he’s in your face immediately. “lemme get a bite ma. shit look mad good.”

- smacks your ass so damn hard. like when y’all are having sex it’s not really an issue, but why is he sending you flying at eleven in the morning while you’re making eggs.

𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤

- says the dirtiest shit in your ear and just walks away after. he doesn’t care where y’all are either. you could be walking through the baby section of walmart just because it’s the fastest route to where you needed to go and he’d come up behind you, making you stop in your tracks as he put his hand on top of where yours were gripping the cart, dick print all on your ass while he whispers in your ear. “keep screaming ‘nut in me daddy’ while i’m fucking you and soon you gon be buying shit from here”. you didn’t even get to reply because once you moved to turn around he backed up from you and kept walking.

- always wants to finger you while he’s driving. especially if you have a sundress onnnn. he don’t care how long or short the drive is, you’re going to cum before y’all get to the destination. and it be so random because he asks so plainly like “ma pull your dress up. wanna play wit her”. not even looking away from the road. you’d try to talk him out of if, but ony doesn’t care. “ion care if we five minutes away. i could make you cum in two.”

- will fuck you literally anywhere. if you tease him you have about ten minutes to fix it or he’s going to fix it himself. which means taking you literally anywhere so he can get what he wants. sometimes you don’t even have to tease him. all it really takes is a pretty outfit and some nice perfume and he’s on you. he’s fucked you in fitting rooms, club bathrooms, party bathrooms, his old bedroom at his moms house, and the list goes onnn. if you looking good he’s on that ass.

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒

- heavy sleeper like it’s ridiculous. the first few minutes of him sleeping he’ll probably wake up if he hears something, but once he’s been sleep past an hour there is no waking that man up.

- literally bites you. if you point in his face he’s going to try to bite your finger. if y’all are play fighting and he gets on top of you he’s going to try to bite your neck. when y’all are chilling and he’s laying on your ass he’s going to eventually bite it. he has a serious problem.

- mocks your moans or plays your tapes out loud around the house if he feels that you’re “playing” with him. so if y’all are going back and forth don’t even bring up anything about his dick because he will use your moans against you.

“that’s not what you was saying last night. what happened to, ‘oh my god papi your dick so biggg’ and ‘please daddy i wanna have your baby’?”

or if y’all just got done arguing and you decide to just walk away and start cleaning (i clean when i’m mad). you’d be washing the dishes and out of nowhere just start hearing pornographic slaps and moans being played on the house speaker.

“daddy pleasee m’so sorryyy.*slap slap slap slap* you sorry ma? *slap slap slap* y-e-sssss fuckkkk.”

you’d sprint from the kitchen to the living room where connie was sitting, just sitting there rolling up like the whole house doesn’t sound like a scene off of pornhub. you’d try to snatch the phone from him, but he’d move his hand and get up. putting the phone high in the air so you can’t reach. “connie you bet-”

“say you sorry and i’ll turn it off”

- sometimes he’ll purposely not kiss you back when you kiss him. just letting you move your lips on his while he keeps his in a straight line to piss you off.

- just starts randomly acting like you. like you could be getting something from the fridge and he’ll walk up to you, chest full of tattoos, sweats sagging on his waist, holding up his phone. “girllll you really ate the girls up wit your new ig post. the fit is giving rich gyalll.”

𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤

- eats you out for sooooo long. like he doesn’t care if you are screaming crying or passed the hell out. only when he feels like he’s done will he stop. if you try to stop him he’ll just say “it’s not about you mami. this for me” and then continue to remove your soul from your body.

- will purposely hit the wrong spots inside you when you piss him off. they aren’t particularly bad spots, but he knows you’ll never cum from him hitting them. of course you’ll complain about it because you know he’s doing it on purpose. “con s-stop ittt!” but of course he just has something smart to say back to you. “stop playin in my face and maybe i’ll hit it right.”

- another one that’ll fuck you anywhere, but he’s worse with it. he’s fucked you on the side of the road one night. passenger door open with you bent over the seat while he fucked you from outside of the car. he gives no fucks.

- is always breaking something. you tried to cuff him one time while you gave him head. he broke the cuffs…and it didn’t stop there. he’s broken two headboards, one of your nails, your glasses, and almost all of your waist beads while fucking you.

𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛

- if you piss him off before going to bed he’s going to take your bonnet right tf off while you asleep. then will proceed to laugh at you in the morning while your yelling cursing about your hair being fucked up.

- randomly starts yelling song lyrics. like y’all could be sitting on the couch and your bones would literally shake in your body cause he thought it would be okay to yell pop smoke lyrics out of nowhere.

-bends you over and starts acting like he’s fucking you. like if you’re making a tiktok while he walks in the room he will literally push you down by the back of your neck and start “drilling” your shit in the camera.

- wakes you up just to make you do stupid shit. you would be sleeping like a baby just to be shook up by his big ass hands on your shoulders. you’d wake up in a panic and he’d go “mama. mama look! the obama’s need our help we gotta get the men in black and shoot the aliens cmon!” and of course your confused ass is gon get up, taking the broom he handed to you and going into the living room to “fight”. when you realize what he said and turned towards him, he was already well into laughter. watching you mumble curses under your breath before walking back to your room.

𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤

- if you’re the one coming to him for sex he’s going to make you work for it. he loves when you take the initiative, getting on top of him and taking what you need. it was the sexiest thing in the world so now if you want it you have to come get it. if you try to whine about it he’ll just tell you, “s’your dick mama. if you really wanted it you would take what you need instead of just having daddy fuck you silly all the time.”

- teases you soooo much. whether it be standing real close behind you, staring at you with that sexy look on his face or just straight up choking you, tonguing you down, then walking tf away. aran lovessss to tease you.

- if he sees you getting a little too “friendly” with a guy he will make you call them while he’s fucking you. purposely hitting all of your favorite spots so a moan or two can slip just so they can know that you will always be his. he’ll also make it very known that he’s the one fucking you.

“uhh huh. ask em how his day was mama” he’d say in a breathless tone. loving the way your ass bounced off his lower stomach. “h-how was your day?” your friend wouldn’t know whether to be horrified or turned on at the situation. clearly the latter since he began to palm himself through his pants on the other end of the phone.

if they choose to stay friends with you that’s fine because aran knows that every time they see you they’ll think of him.

- sometimes will make you watch him eat you out, knowing that it always made you cum faster when you’d watch him slowly let his spit drip from his mouth to your clit.

𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎

- sucks a massaging feet. one minute he’s rubbing and squeezing the tension from them, then the next minute he’s trying to put them in his mouth or he’s putting them in the chokehold while tickling the fuck out of them.

- do not let this man buy you a pair of sneakers. he will watch you like a hawk, just itching for you to do something wrong so he can cay something.

“mama don’t walk like thatttt. you gon crease themmm”

“baby pay attention where you walkin. could’ve been stepping in shit like five times and you wouldn’t know a thing.”

tanaka has so many different sneakers and treats them like babies so when he buys you a pair you need to treat them that way as well or it physically pains him.

- bumps his head all the timeeee. you have to watch this man around the house or the next thing you know you gon be hearing “OWW…shit that hurt!” cause he bumped his head on the corner of the kitchen island while picking something up.

𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤

- always eats you out before and after sex. doesn’t care if you shaking and pushing his head away because your “too sensitive”, after he gets done fucking you he’s going to eat you out. whether he nut in you or not

- purposely fucks you harder when he knows people can hear. loves the embarrassed/shy face you make while getting dressed after he’s finished knocking the mario coins out of your pussy in your grandmas bathroom at your family barbecue.

- if y’all fuck after arguing he makes you repeat everything you said while you were mad while he’s pounding you into the mattress.

“say it ma. repeat what you said t’me”

“y-you not the o-only n-nigga i need shittt”

“now is that true?”

“nuh uhhhh. s’not true daddy”

“then if i hear it again ima fuck you even harder cause not only are you being disrespectful, but you lying too”

- will fuck you like the meanest nigga on earth. i’m talking slapping your ass so hard you actually seen hints of red in your skin, spitting all in your mouth, choking you while giving you light slaps on the face to keep you from passing out, then will have the audacity to go hop on the game all giddy and happy like you weren’t still on the bed trying to remember your name and who you were.

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⋆꙳✧༄ Getting caught

❖ Character: Tanaka

❖ Reader: female

❖ Wordcount: 0.6k

❖ Summary: you and Tanaka almost get caught doing the dirty

❖ WARNINGS: public Sex, unprotected intercourse, almost getting caught

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“Y/N you have no idea how much it hurts” He whined in your neck as you sat under a tree close to the club room, making you sigh. Tanaka was always needy for you, not only in the sexual sense but He always wanted to be with you, hold your hand, kiss you, let everyone know that you're his and his alone. He was the proudest boyfriend someone could ever have, smile brighter than Tokyo at night when you cheered for him at his games. In return he makes sure to treat you like the Queen that you are, never saying no to you, no matter what it is, He will make it happen. You can always count on him, even the weirdest requests so why should you let him suffer?

“Ryuu Baby, can’t you wait until we’re home?” You asked defeated, giving him the puppy eyes but he shook his head in the crook of your neck “I can’t help it Baby, you’re just so cute in your little uniform” He whined, leaving small kisses on your neck as you leaned your head to the side, giving him more access to the area. How can you deny the heat between your thighs? Craving to have him inside of you but it had to wait.

When barely anyone was around anymore he placed your hand on his length over his pants, covered by his jacket, closing his eyes as you squeezed him gently, palming him through his pants “can we go somewhere and take care of it?” He asked shy, cheeks a cute shade of pink as you finally agreed with a small nod, equally flustered.

Tanaka quickly dragged you to the club room since it would be at least 20 minutes before someone of the team would appear there - you two locking the door and closing the blinds “We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” You ask concerned, starting to doubt your decision, quickly forgetting it when his hand rubbed fast circles over your clothed core, the skirt of your uniform making it easy for him. Your hand came to clutch over your own mouth, not wanting to let any noises slip, a smug grin on his face, proud to have you moaning so quickly. That smug grin got wiped off his face with a breathless moan when you palmed him a bit harder than just a few minutes ago.

“Fuck - need you so bad Princess” He moaned softly, bending you over the small desk at the wall. As He freed his length you pushed your panties aside, feeling your slick coat your fingers just from the small movement. “Gotta hurry Baby, don’t want the others to see you like this” He groaned, his possessive side coming out as his tip slipped past your entrance, getting pulled in by your cunt. You had no time to adjust to him as he set a fast pace, desk constantly hitting the wall but it didn't matter, the adrenaline running through both of your bodies, trying your best to stay quiet.

It didn’t need long for either of you to get close, walls clenching around him as your orgasm washed over you, his name leaving your mouth with a broken moan, pushing him over the edge as well, having him slump over you. “I can't wait for practise” Hinata's voice boomed outside, having Tanaka quickly pulling out, trying to get you both to look presentable when the others arrived, coming up with a lie to why you’re in there with him - alone.

You felt so embarrassed as you talked to them like nothing just happened, his cum staining your panties, making you want more. After practise you will definitely need to go for another round, this time at your place.

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[lunarvir]

⋆꙳✧༄ Getting caught

❖ Character: Tanaka

❖ Reader: female

❖ Wordcount: 0.6k

❖ Summary: you and Tanaka almost get caught doing the dirty

❖ WARNINGS: public Sex, unprotected intercourse, almost getting caught

❖ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (this is a repost from my old blog)

“Y/N you have no idea how much it hurts” He whined in your neck as you sat under a tree close to the club room, making you sigh. Tanaka was always needy for you, not only in the sexual sense but He always wanted to be with you, hold your hand, kiss you, let everyone know that you're his and his alone. He was the proudest boyfriend someone could ever have, smile brighter than Tokyo at night when you cheered for him at his games. In return he makes sure to treat you like the Queen that you are, never saying no to you, no matter what it is, He will make it happen. You can always count on him, even the weirdest requests so why should you let him suffer?

“Ryuu Baby, can’t you wait until we’re home?” You asked defeated, giving him the puppy eyes but he shook his head in the crook of your neck “I can’t help it Baby, you’re just so cute in your little uniform” He whined, leaving small kisses on your neck as you leaned your head to the side, giving him more access to the area. How can you deny the heat between your thighs? Craving to have him inside of you but it had to wait.

When barely anyone was around anymore he placed your hand on his length over his pants, covered by his jacket, closing his eyes as you squeezed him gently, palming him through his pants “can we go somewhere and take care of it?” He asked shy, cheeks a cute shade of pink as you finally agreed with a small nod, equally flustered.

Tanaka quickly dragged you to the club room since it would be at least 20 minutes before someone of the team would appear there - you two locking the door and closing the blinds “We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” You ask concerned, starting to doubt your decision, quickly forgetting it when his hand rubbed fast circles over your clothed core, the skirt of your uniform making it easy for him. Your hand came to clutch over your own mouth, not wanting to let any noises slip, a smug grin on his face, proud to have you moaning so quickly. That smug grin got wiped off his face with a breathless moan when you palmed him a bit harder than just a few minutes ago.

“Fuck - need you so bad Princess” He moaned softly, bending you over the small desk at the wall. As He freed his length you pushed your panties aside, feeling your slick coat your fingers just from the small movement. “Gotta hurry Baby, don’t want the others to see you like this” He groaned, his possessive side coming out as his tip slipped past your entrance, getting pulled in by your cunt. You had no time to adjust to him as he set a fast pace, desk constantly hitting the wall but it didn't matter, the adrenaline running through both of your bodies, trying your best to stay quiet.

It didn’t need long for either of you to get close, walls clenching around him as your orgasm washed over you, his name leaving your mouth with a broken moan, pushing him over the edge as well, having him slump over you. “I can't wait for practise” Hinata's voice boomed outside, having Tanaka quickly pulling out, trying to get you both to look presentable when the others arrived, coming up with a lie to why you’re in there with him - alone.

You felt so embarrassed as you talked to them like nothing just happened, his cum staining your panties, making you want more. After practise you will definitely need to go for another round, this time at your place.

Network: @tokyometronetwork

[lunarvir]

𖦹 f!reader, just rough unprotected sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ex husbands who are absolutely infatuated with you still. you broke off the marriage civilly and you co parent your 5 year old daughter. whenever he comes around, he always asks his daughter to ask if he can stay later because he knows that you could never say no to your precious girl. staying late ends up with him in your bed, on top, with one large hand dripping in your essence, and the other over your mouth to not wake up your daughter.

- toji <3, atsumu, iwaizumi, bokuto, kuroo, daichi, ushijima, osamu, matsukawa, sakusa, aran, gojo

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can i request a tanaka x all right 🍑

maybe the reader didn’t feel comfortable in a dress he purchased for her.

- also i luv ur writing <33

me, finally getting to write about tanaka: yeeeeah that's what i'm talking about baby, LET'S GOOOOOOO

words: 634

cw: fem!reader, insecurity, body image tw, oral (f receiving), bathroom sex, minors dni

when tanaka opened the door to find tears in your eyes, he went into protection mode.

“who?” he asks simply, fists ready to connect to someone’s face any second. but he softens when you shake your head.

“it’s not that… i just feel stupid,” you don’t meet his gaze, instead looking at the bathroom mirror to tug at your clothes.

tanaka steps inside, shutting the door behind him. he’ll admit, he’s not so good at understanding what you mean sometimes, often needing to be told outright how you’re feeling. but he sees you grimacing at your reflection, pulling at the dress he had bought you a few days ago.

confused, he reaches and takes the material of the dress between his fingers. “you don’t like it,”

you’re quickly turning to him, taking his hands into yours. “no! it’s so pretty, baby, it’s just that…” staring back at the mirror, there’s a look of defeat on your face. “it’s me that’s the problem. nothing looks good on me.”

he’s more confused than before, watching you fuss over your appearance. tanaka knew you had insecurities, he never understood why. you were a knockout, a goddess among mortals. tanaka was lucky to have the privilege of dating you.

but seeing you uncomfortable in something that he bought you makes him feel that he had messed up somehow—that he wasn’t doing a good enough job of making you feel desired, beautiful.

you’re suddenly lifted onto the bathroom sink, the fabric of your dress pushed up so it bunches at your waist. “ryuu?” you’re shocked when tanaka drops to his knees, spreading your dangling legs.

“i just don’t get it,” he says, sliding your panties down your legs, never breaking eye contact with your cunt. “you’re so beautiful…why would you—” he cuts himself off, diving between your legs to lap at your sex.

when it came to eating you out, tanaka could be down right feral. he growls into your pussy, tonguing and slurping as if it was the only meal he was going to have. you have to stop him, the two of you are already late to the party you’re supposed to be at. but he fights off your attempts to push him away.

his mouth is ravenous, making a mess of your thighs with his spit and your juices. if you weren’t on the cusp of a mindblowing orgasm right now, you might just feel embarrassed.

tanaka detached himself from your center with a fucking pop, replacing his tongue with his fingers, rough from years of playing volleyball. “every part of you is amazing,” he says, entrance with how your cunt sucks his fingers in. he fucks you with his hand, tongue latching onto your clit to lap everything it has to offer. at this point, you can feel your mind breaking. every part of your body is vibrating, fingers scratching at his buzzed head.

“baby! baby, i’m gonna—fuck,” you cry, legs giving out from underneath you. you chant his name when you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head the entire time.

the lower half of tanaka’s face is drenched, licking up his fingers as if he just had a good meal. “i think that dress looks beautiful on you,” he says, a smug grin on his face. he helps you on to your shaky feet only to bend you over the counter and hike your dress up.

“ryuu, too much!” you whine, hearing him unbuckle his belt. tanaka reaches over, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror.

“need to show you how perfect you are, babe,” he says, sinking into you without any prep. your walls flutter around his long cock. “never seen a girl look so pretty until i’ve seen you cum.”

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

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FRIENDS? FRIENDS.

tsukishima kei x chubby!f reader

not a professional writer at all TT, bored writing but I hope you guys like it, kinda ooc bat hehe whatever. Kei here is not that salty sooo🙏 bored writing

FLUFFFF + ANGST

Tsukishima Kei, A new transfer first year in Karasuno High. For the first time that I saw him I felt nothing for him, I never thought that I could fall for a guy like him, he looks nerdy and a bit boring actually absolutely not my type.

As months pass by we got to know each other better, found out that we both like reading comics, playing volleyball, video games, dog, and the majestic taste of strawberry cake. After knowing him for a while I actually thought, maybe this Kei guy wasn't bad after all?

"hey shortie" you sigh as you heard his voice "oh nerd what you doing here?" you replied as you both bump into each other at the coffee shop, "ah, nothing much just getting something to drink, you know schools been though" "is that so? well you won't mind if we go in together? a study date maybe?" "shortie asking me on a date?" then letting out a little giggle "whatever Tsukishima Kei, you could just say no plus! it's not even a date date dramatic ass" you replied while rolling your eyes "geez my apologies your highness, oh well I guess I'll have to accept your offer to have a date I mean a date but not a date date with me" he said while trying not laugh at his own corniness, as you let out sa laugh you both want inside the coffee shop

you both have been sitting and studying together for almost 3 hours, with you actually just wanting to go home and just binge watch netflix series. as you broke the silence asking Kei if he wanted to go to your house and just hang because studying is starting to bore you out, Kei absolutely accepted your offer, considering that your parents were barely home like, everyday and that the two of you were close enough that he always comes to your house to just watch series, to borrow some of your comics and to even play with your dog biscuit.

"damn all of that studying killed me shortie" as he sat his self down to your bed, feeling super comfortable as if it's his own bedroom "ah, yea wanna watch something creepy??" "just look at the mirror then you'll see something creepy and scary" he joked around to annoy me, as i rolled my eyes at him, he finally picked a good horror movie to watch. for me scary movies never really scared me, but for him well I actually never thought that he was a scardy cat.

as we were halfway to the movie we were so close together laying down on my bed, almost like we were cuddling. I didn't thought anything about it until his hands were getting closer and closer to mine, my heart beat rapidly beating as his hands were still getting closer I felt kinda awkward so I asked him "you scared?" "hmm" as he nodded i just went ahead and interlocked my hand into his, then slowly I felt myself slowly sliding down onto his chest feeling his heartbeat beating as fast as mine was. as we finished the movie we were watching, I turned of the tv to scare him teasing him that somebody's beside him other than me, after I teased him I turned the tv back on for the only source of light we had as i complained that it was cold i suggest to turn off the ac but he just offered me a hug, feeling his warmth I never thought we would be this close, never in a million years.

months passed by me and Kei wasn't as close as before, he barely hanged out with me anymore maybe it was because he was getting a lot of fame from playing volleyball and having all of his fan girls around him. I never thought I'd miss his touch, his hands, his laugh, his hair, his voice even his scent. When we were physically close I never had feelings, but when he was slowly drifting away from me I'm starting to miss him and even like him for some reason.

a month has passed by, we were no longer first years. it's summer i know I should spend it going out with my friends but I'm just here in my bedroom remembering all the times we spent, then I finally had the courage to confess my feelings to him, how much I actually liked him.

at first he never took my confession seriously, so i didn't stop giving him unwanted attention. as weeks passed by I guess he got annoyed by me and the finally rejected me properly. him telling me that those touches were just for fun broke me, he never at any intentions nor interest.

END.

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Three Love (Matsukawa x Hanamaki x f!reader)

Masterlist

Word Count: 5k

Tags: friends to lovers, polyamorous relationship, pranks, reader is praised.

Warnings: swearing, smut, threesome (protected sex, fingering, handjob, oral).

Summary: A movie marathon transforms into a chance to explore a new kind of being together. When one gets rid of fears and doubts, feelings can finally roam freely.

a/n: hahaha guess who threw the “only write about what you know” out of the window and wrote another threesome?

Just for the sake of I-needed-that, Reader doesn't know the movie Saw (like, at all). 

A big ass thank you to @ukiyotsu for beta-reading this and helping me out. I would have literally never finished this without them!

It’s almost the end of October. The leaves are playing dress-up and turning into acid yellows, bright oranges, and deep reds. Some of them are tired of the evergoing work and gently jump off the branches, covering the grey asphalt and turning the city into an explosion of warm nuances.

You’re taking a stroll in the city park, enjoying the afternoon sun that peeks at you every now and then through the clouds. Next to you, there are your two best friends: Takahiro Hanamaki and Issei Matsukawa. 

“I don’t really feel like going to a Halloween party this year─” you stretch your arms over your head, stifling a yawn─“I think I’ll just chill at home.” It’s been a stressful period lately, and all you really need is some self-care time.

“Why don’t we have a horror movie marathon at our place?” Hanamaki asks, his hands tucked in his pockets and his face sunk in his red scarf.

“Gore or psychological?” Asks Matsukawa, apparently unaware of the cold temperatures with his light jacket and bare neck.

“Both, of course,” his friend smiles back and then looks at you.

You ponder for a moment, your gaze falling on the naked trees that writhe toward the sky. “I wouldn’t call horror movies chill… but it isn’t a bad idea. It would be my first movie marathon.” A little smile seals your words and just like that, both Hanamaki and Matsukawa lose themselves in a surprisingly animated conversation about movies and snacks.

“I'm here! And I brought the snacks!” After Matsukawa lets you in, you reach for the small kitchen, a room you've been in countless times by now, and drop two large bags of food on the white, worn-out table. You can still see the greyish line that Hanamaki made when he decided to cut onions without the cutting board.

“One of them looks especially tasty.” Hanamaki gives a cheeky look at you and you feel an embarrassed smile taking control of your face.

“Oh, stop it!” You protest, your eyes stuck on the table.

“But it's true,” Matsukawa appears from behind you and leans his head on your shoulder.

“Are you guys drunk or something?” You push Matsukawa’s face away and start taking the food out of the bags.

“So, what’s the first movie?” You ask hastily while the other two start helping you. They've always been a bit flirty, but you feel like, lately, they took it up a notch.

The two men look at each other with what can’t be anything else but a conspiratorial look. "Saw," they announce in unison.

“Does it have puppets? You know I don't like puppets.” You look at them, your eyes squinting in suspicion.

“We know,” says Hanamaki with a calm smile.

“Don’t worry,” adds Matsukawa, mirroring his friend’s expression.

Five minutes later, all the beverages and delicacies have been set on the small table in front of the TV and it's finally time to sit and start the marathon. Hanamaki and Matsukawa, like usual, occupy the two side seats of the couch, and the latter pats the spot in the middle while lazily smiling at you.

You smile back at him and plop on the soft cushion, where you’re quickly entrusted with the popcorn bowl by Hanamaki. The movie starts and its lights flash against the room walls, making it easy to dive into the creepy and mysterious atmosphere of it.

After some time, when the popcorns have mostly vanished from the bowl, you notice that both Hanamaki and Matsukawa have put their arms on the back of the couch, right behind your head. With a quick look, you find out they’re holding hands. Did they become something more than friends and didn’t tell you anything about it?

You’re watching the movie a little distractedly, trying to figure out why they would hide such important news, when something startles you.

“That’s a fucking puppet!” You squeal in distress when Jigsaw appears. “You said there were no puppets!”

You're about to dash off the couch when Matsukawa grabs your wrist and pulls you down. “Come on, you gotta conquer that fear!”

“Yeah, we're here with you,” adds Hanamaki and he leans his head on your shoulder.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they caged you down. You would normally put on a fight, rebelling against their teasing, but for some reason, this time you surrender and find yourself sitting comfortably in the new position. Matsukawa’s hand is warm on your wrist and Hanamaki’s head is resting so tenderly on you that it would feel like a sin to move now.

It's not long before you're grasping at your friends’ arms, keeping them close in a clumsy attempt to lessen the chokehold of fear on your heart. You did know you were a scaredy-cat, but you never thought you’d get this frightened by a movie. Maybe this marathon wasn’t a good idea, after all.

After almost two hours of torture, Saw finally ends and you sprint to the bathroom. You definitely drank too much coke and the little trip is also a good excuse to wash your face and calm down your nerves.

When you come out of the small room, the corridor light has been turned off and the same fate seems to have hit the living room one. As you walk, your steps slow and careful, you realise that the apartment is completely silent. It’s strange.

When you reach the space between the kitchen and the living room, you notice that the latter is empty, with the TV muted and the only visible movement the light of passing cars reflecting on the walls.

On the left, you notice a dim light coming from the kitchen, so you head there. When you finally enter the badly litten room, a horrified scream leaves your throat. Hanamaki is lying on the floor and pools of red stain his tee and the floor under his head.

“Oh my god, oh my god─” you rush toward your friend, kneeling next to him─“Hiro, are you alright?!” You shake him, panic engorging your chest as you fear for your friend's life.

Then you hear it.

A subdued laugh.

A laugh that slowly grows louder as Hanamaki loses his self-control and turns his head toward you with an idiotic smile. “Got you!” He’s so excited he has a couple of tears in his eyes.

You remain wordless, the loading icon rotating tirelessly in your head until you abruptly start punching Hanamaki on the arm while shouting the worst insults you know.

He soon puts his hands up in defence. “Okay, okay, I'm sorry!” He says, still chuckling. “Was it too much?”

“Was it too much, you ask?! For fuck's sake! I thought you were dying! I was so fucking worried!”

“What is it?” Hanamaki sits up and leans close to you. “Would you have missed me?” The sly smile he makes next makes a strong feeling of anger rise again in you and you punch him once more, this time on the thigh.

“Ouch!”

With a scoff, you stand up. “Clean this mess so we can go watch the next movie.” You’re so mad you don’t even care if your tone was authoritative, but your irritation wavers momentarily when Hanamaki takes his shirt off and uses the piece of garment to clean the red spot on the floor. Okay, yes, you’re friends, but does he have to taunt you like that? Doesn’t he know how handsome he is?

“I can't believe it…” You murmur as you head to the living room.

You exit the kitchen, trying to collect yourself after this rollercoaster of emotions, when a white face with bright red spirals appears out of the blue with a deep “ROOOAR!”

You screech and lose your balance, falling back into the kitchen with a loud thump. 

“Oh, fuck! Y/n, are you okay?” From behind the mask, Matsukawa appears, his face a mixture of amusement and worry as he lends you a hand to help you get up.

You refuse it and instead stare at him in enraged silence.

“You two are the fucking worst.” You stand up on your own and finally go to the living room, ignoring the other two and feasting on your favourite candies with anger-fueled bites while sitting on the floor.

After a while, Matsukawa and Hanamaki join you─Hanamaki has put on a new shirt─and sit on the couch like before, staring at you from above.

“Are you going to stay down there?” Hanamaki asks.

“Yes,” you reply with the stubbornness only an offended child could have.

“Isn't the couch more comfortable?” It's Matsukawa talking this time.

“Nope,” you reply, making the P pop.

Your friends shrug and start the next movie, knowing very well it’s better to give you some space in situations like this.

After some minutes, though, you feel Hanamaki moving. He slowly slides on the pavement next to you, his leg pressing against yours. When you look at him, he shoots you a smile that has no right to be as cute as it is.

A moment later, Matsukawa’s hand brushes your head. “Sorry for overdoing it. We didn't think you'd get that scared.”

His sincere words, together with the delightful sensation of having your head caressed, have your anger melt away like dew under the risen sun. You accept their apology with a hum.

By the time you reach the third movie on the list, you’re all on the couch again, bent this or the other way, leaning on each other comfortably. You find yourself wondering when physical contact has become so natural among the three of you. It is true that you’ve known each other for a while now, and it is true that there’s nothing wrong with some innocent cuddling, but, sometimes, you wonder if this isn’t so innocent, after all.

Marathon or not, when the movie ends you’re all quite beat, so you decide to call it quits for the night and go to sleep.

“Are you sure you want to sleep on the couch? I thought I'd lend you my room,” says Matsukawa.

“And have that big body of yours squeezing in here? Nah, I’m okay.”

“You can always come sleep with one of us,” suggests Hanamaki with a half-smile and you roll your eyes before shaking your head.

“Goodnight, guys,” you say with sweet eyes.

“Goodnight,” responds Matsukawa after caressing your head briefly.

“G’night,” smiles Hanamaki before heading to his room with his hands stuck in the front of his pants.

It isn't like you hate the idea of sleeping in the same bed with any of them, but with the recent change in the atmosphere, you feel like it would be more cautious to avoid it.

When you’re finally alone, the living room mostly dark and the apartment calm, you let out a big sigh and stare at the ceiling. It was a strangely nice night, in the end. Yes, you got scared to death and yes, your friends are real morons, but apart from those ‘small’ details, you had fun and felt especially loved. It’s a nice feeling.

You wrap yourself in the blanket, fight a little to find a comfortable position, and close your eyes, ready to have a good night of sleep.

That’s where the face of the fucking Jigsaw puppet appears in your mind’s eye.

You almost scream but manage to muffle it out just in time. With your eyes now wide open, you look around the room and scan every dark corner.

You know that this is absurd, that that puppet isn’t real, but you can’t help it. After half an hour spent rolling left and right, you surrender. You can’t sleep alone tonight.

You get up, shame and reluctance shading your face, and tip-toe toward the corridor. You give a brief look at both of the men’s rooms─they sleep with their doors open─and then head to the one on the left.

Matsukawa is sleeping under a light blanket, his feet peeping out of it and his breathing regular.

You quietly reach for the bed, sit on it carefully and then lie on the very border of it.

“What are you doing?” Matsukawa mumbles, his voice gruff.

Before you can answer, he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. “If you stay there, you're gonna fall.”

You want to say something, but his action has surprised you so much that you can barely breathe. Your whole body is stiff and alert, and you're trying to figure out what to do when he speaks again.

“Are you still scared?” His voice is sleepy.

“A little,” you whisper.

Matsukawa holds you closer and you relax in his embrace.

It feels warm.

Comfortable.

Safe.

“Sleep tight,” Matsukawa murmurs in your ear, and you feel your face warming up at the hot breath tickling your skin.

You were just about to fall asleep when Hanamaki’s voice wakes you up from your torpor. “What the fuck are you two doing?!”

It takes your eyes a moment to put his standing frame on focus. He's wearing a light blue shirt and a pair of grey shorts. Or… are those boxers? All of a sudden, you wonder if Matsukawa is in his boxers too, but it would be too weird to check that now. You blush and try to hide your face under the blanket.

“She was scared and didn’t want to sleep alone,” Matsukawa explains calmly, rubbing his eyes.

“Then why didn’t you come to my room?” Hanamaki asks, his offence partly feigned, partly sincere.

“Because I thought you’d make a big deal out of it,” you reply in a small voice. Your face is tired, but Hanamaki’s almost hurt face makes you regain your full consciousness.

You sit up on the bed and stare at your friend. “Are you sad because you can’t sleep with Mattsun while I’m here? You guys don’t have to hold back just because I’m here.”

Hanamaki glances at you, confused, and Matsukawa finally sits up too, looking at you with curiosity.

“What are you talking about?” He asks.

“Well…” You feel yourself shrinking on the bed as the two men look at you with inquisitive eyes. “You guys were holding hands on the couch earlier, right? I thought that maybe the two of you…”

They both start laughing. “Well, yeah, kinda,” Matsukawa replies.

“Kinda?” You ask.

“It’s nothing serious yet,” adds Hanamaki. He then comes closer and sits on the bed next to you. “You okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay with that?” It feels a little stuffy as Hanamaki places his arm right next to you while Matsukawa approaches you from behind.

“So you’re not jealous? Not at all?” Asks Matsukawa.

“What?” Okay. They are confusing you now. And a lot.

“You know, we were trying to figure out if you liked one of us. But you keep sending mixed signals,” explains Matsukawa.

“Since you discovered about us, isn’t it time for you to come clean too and tell us how you feel?” Asks Hanamaki.

Your gaze falls to your lap and you fiddle with your fingers, trying to decide what to do next. 

“I don't like just one…” you murmur almost inaudibly.

“What did you say?” Asks Matsukawa.

“I…” You take a big breath and then decide to just shoot it out. “I like you both.”

A heavy silence falls on the room after your confession.

You feel crazy. And greedy. And wrong. How could you like them both?

When you finally raise your gaze, you see Hanamaki and Matsukawa looking at each other as if they were having a telepathic conversation.

“Okay,” says Hanamaki, nodding.

“Okay,” agrees Matsukawa, tilting his head a little.

“Okay?” You ask in utter confusion.

Matsukawa leans close, brushing his lips against your ear. “Why don’t we all just… hang out together?”

His motion, accompanied by those shameless and flabbergasting words, has your breath catch in your throat and your face turn a violent red.

“You mean like…” Your words trail off as Hanamaki approaches you too.

“You like us. We like you. So why not?”

Before you can reply, Matsukawa nibbles at your ear and you wince. “Just relax,” he murmurs.

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” Hanamaki looks at you closely, as if intent on catching every small reaction of yours.

“Yes,” you reply, breathing in hard in anticipation.

Hanamaki smirks, clearly excited by your reaction, and you feel your heart beat loudly in your chest. “Makki!” You whine weakly when you see he doesn't move.

He chuckles and leans in. His kiss is a soft touch to your lips, a gentle caress that has bubbles pop in your stomach.

You’re distractedly thinking that he’s been surprisingly delicate, when he deepens the kiss. His tongue brushes your lips and then caresses your tongue, intruding without hesitation. You moan softly in his mouth.

Suddenly, you feel a hand grabbing your chin and making you break the kiss.

“Mattsun?” Your eyes are big and hazy.

“My turn now.” He takes a good look at you and tilts your chin up, meeting your lips with his.

His kiss is slower and more patient, but equally electrifying. His hand moves from your chin to your jaw, keeping you close.

When he leaves your lips, they're already mildly swollen and your head feels more and more like mush as seconds go by. Are you really about to do what you think you are?

When Hanamaki and Matsukawa start kissing in front of you, your mouth opens in surprise and you can't help but stare at them. Their lips slide against each other roughly, their tongues meet again and again, and Matsukawa holds Hanamaki by the nape to keep him close.

With astonishment, you realise that the view is turning you on.

“Look at her, shamelessly staring at us,” chuckles Hanamaki when he leaves Matsukawa's lips.

“Don’t just stand there, come join us,” adds the dark-haired man while taking your wrist once again tonight and pulling you toward him.

You’re now caged between the two men: Hanamaki in the front and Matsukawa behind you.

Hanamaki and you are kissing, your lips wet and hungry. Meanwhile, Matsukawa presses his muscular chest against your back, leaving bites on your clothed shoulder first, then licks on your nape, then open-mouthed kisses to the crook of your neck. You bring one hand to his head, caressing his scalp, while the other goes on Hanamaki’s shoulder.

After a while, Matsukawa starts raising your shirt, and you bask in the warm traces he leaves behind as his hands go up your body.

Hanamaki bites your lip and you smile, moving your hand from his shoulder to his chest.

“Take this off,” Matsukawa pulls at your shirt and you raise your arms over your head to let him take it off of you.

“You too,” you say shily at both the men, glancing at one first and the other next, and sliding your hands just under the hem of their shirts. 

They both comply. Hanamaki pulls his shirt off by the neckline, throwing it on the pavement and ruffling his strawberry-blond hair, while Matsukawa crosses his arms, reaching for the hem and slowly revealing his tanned, chiselled body.

The dark-haired man pulls you close, making his skin come in contact with yours, and you sigh when his hands start roaming around your body.

You give Hanamaki another kiss and he licks your lips before passing beyond you and meeting Matsukawa’s lips. While they kiss, his hands reach for your breasts. He kneads them softly, making a little whimper come out of your mouth. Then his hands reach behind you and unclasp the piece of garment.

“Now we’re talking,” he murmurs when he leaves Matsukawa’s lips, trailing kisses to your collarbone and down to your breasts. When he envelopes one of your nipples with his mouth, twirling his tongue around it so deliciously, your eyes flutter shut and your breathing deepens. 

One of your hands reaches for Matsukawa’s back─his hands are now on your hips─and slowly falls down. When Hanamaki sucks at your breast, you instinctively pull Matsukawa toward you, groping his toned ass and closing the distance between you.

That’s when you feel his erection prodding against you. You hum softly and push your ass even closer to him, making him groan softly. Without hesitation, Matsukawa pulls down both his and your pants.

As he starts grinding himself against your ass, Hanamaki smiles at the new view and starts tracing slow lines along the hem of your lingerie. He waits for you to be distracted by Matsukawa nibbling your ear and then moves down and cups your clothed sex. You roll your hips forward.

“Where are you going?” Matsukawa murmurs in your ear and he pulls you closer with a firm grip on your hips.

As he starts grinding into you again, he cups your hand and brings it to Hanamaki’s erection, making you cup it in turn. Hanamaki makes a little smile and sighs softly, enjoying the delicate touch.

It’s so hard to try and focus on all the sensations. The warmth in your hand, the pressure on your ass, Hanamaki’s tongue on yours, Matsukawa’s teeth on your shoulder.

“Make her turn around,” says Hanamaki, and after a moment of pondering Matsukawa nods.

You do as he said and are immediately met with Matsukawa’s lips. He kisses you so hard you can barely breathe and you feel like he wants to devour you whole. Soon one hand reaches for your breast, twisting your nipple and making you mewl.

When he finally lets you catch your breath, you turn briefly toward Hanamaki, pull his jaw toward you and kiss him deeply. “Touch me.”

At your words, the man smiles slyly and the next thing you feel is his hand slowly sliding under your lingerie. His long fingers easily find your clit and draw a couple of circles before going down again. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” The words are breathed, quiet and excited. It turns you on so fucking much.

Hanamaki dips his fingers inside you, collecting your essence before reaching your clit again. His movements are so perfect you feel like he already knows your body better than you do, and you can’t feel anything but the growing warmth in your lower belly.

When your eyes finally open again, you stare at Matsukawa’s lips and give the lower one a little bite. Then you caress his chest, his hip, his defined abs. While Hanamaki still plays with your sensitive bud, you pull Matsukawa’s boxers down and swallow at the view in front of you. You take his beautiful, swollen cock in your hand and start slowly pumping. It’s rock-hard.

As soon as you find your rhythm, your mind already overcharged, you move your other hand behind you. “Hiro, pull down your pants,” you murmur to Hanamaki. He’s quick to comply and you feel his shaft poking at your ass. Your thumb draws a couple of circles around the tip, and then you start sliding down, slowly matching the rhythm of your other hand.

The room is quickly filled with laboured breathing and soft moans. Lust is hovering all around you, its branches reaching every little part of you.

As time goes by, the position becomes a little tiring on your thighs, and you crouch a little, looking for some relief.

“Should we change position?” Asks Matsukawa, his eyes fixed on yours.

You nod and wait for him to move, but he just looks at you instead. “What would you like to do now?”

“I… I want to…” Your words are barely audible.

“Yes?” Encourages Matsukawa, cupping your cheek and looking sweetly at you. Meanwhile, Hanamaki draws soft circles on your thigh.

“Do you want me to go down on you?” Hanamaki asks.

You widen your eyes, both at the bluntness of the man and at the fact that he found out exactly what you were thinking of. “Yes.”

“And what about me?” Asks Matsukawa.

“You─” You look at him, blushing─“Just wait a moment.”

Hanamaki really seems to be reading your mind and lies on the bed, gesturing to you to come on top of him. You take off your lingerie and position yourself over him, a little embarrassed to have your ass so close to his face, but when you hear him humming happily, a little of that fluster vanishes.

Hanamaki waits patiently for you to do your next move before touching you.

“Come here,” you tell Matsukawa and have him stand in front of the bed, his boxers hanging down his thighs.

Just as you place your hands on his hips for support, Hanamaki grabs your ass and lowers you down, sinking in you. You’re trying to maintain control, but as he starts tongue-fucking you, your breathing starts hitching.

It takes you some time before you actually start doing your part. You gaze at Matsukawa, the position making him seem even more imposing, and then give a kitty-lick to the tip of his cock. When you wrap your lips around it he sighs, content, and you slowly start bobbing your head, taking in more and more of him with each movement.

It’s overwhelming. Matsukawa is caressing your breasts, your mouth is stuffed with his length, and Hanamaki is licking you so delectably that you feel you’re about to lose control.

And you do, your moans starting to ripple through Matsukawa’s cock as your orgasm approaches. When the coil in your belly snaps, you leave his cock and moan out loud, letting the waves of pleasure beautifully traverse you.

When you finally regain your composure, Hanamaki has moved to kneel behind you, while Matsukawa is still looking down at you. “That was hot,” says the first. “It really was,” agrees the second.

“Shouldn’t you finish what you started?” Suggests Hanamaki, and your eyes fall to Matsukawa’s throbbing cock.

You bite your lip and bend down, wrapping your lips around it once again.

“Here, he likes it if you take a bit more,” Hanamaki gently pushes your head, making you suck Matsukawa even deeper. The man reacts with a low groan that has your walls clench.

“Good girl, just like that,” Hanamaki chuckles. “Are you ready for me?”

You hum without stopping your movements─his hand doesn’t allow you to–and he finally stops guiding your head to position himself behind you. You hear the noise of foil breaking, just before he takes a handful of your ass.

Hanamaki caresses you gently, and the moment his member starts poking at your entrance your eyes squeeze shut. He slowly enters you, letting you adjust to him and savour every sensation. When he finally bottoms out, you feel your body go still for a moment. You’re so full, so blissed out, that it takes Matsukawa caressing your cheek to bring you back to the moment.

When Hanamaki starts moving, you almost choke, pushed as you are toward Matsukawa. You cough and some tears run down your cheeks. “You’re doing so good.” Matsukawa wipes a tear from your face as he looks down at you. His eyes are hazy, his pupils wide with lust, and you feel the pressure in your lower belly increase.

“Nh, don’t clench on me so much, I don’t wanna come yet.” Hanamaki’s voice is so strained and hot your body can’t do anything but react, and your walls flutter around him once again.

In response, his grip on your hips tightens.

“I’m about to cum.” Matsukawa lets you bob your head a couple more times before raising you up, making you stand on your knees as Hanamaki relentlessly bucks his hips into you.

With a grunt, he spills himself on your breasts, his brows furrowed and his grip firm on his cock. “You look so beautiful.”

Now that you’re all for him, Hanamaki starts thrusting harder, the pleasure even more intense in this position. You place your hands on Matsukawa’s shoulders for support.

“Just like that,” Matsukawa coos while kissing your cheeks. Then he snakes a hand down your stomach.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Hanamaki murmurs, his head on your shoulder while thrusting into you.

Then Matsukawa starts drawing circles on your clit, and your eyes roll in your head, the pleasure so intense you feel like you’re going to lose contact with reality.

Your orgasm hits you violently, a burning storm of pleasure that has you gasping for air, and you revel in the love Hanamaki and Matsukawa are giving you.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, too.” Hanamaki’s voice is splendidly strained, his breathing laboured, and he reaches for his climax soon after you, taking you close to overstimulation with some last sloppy thrusts.

When his movements stop, you finally manage to catch your breath. Your body is so limp and spent that you can barely keep your hold on Matsukawa. 

“You did so good for us,” he whispers into your lips, hands moving to your hips. “Come here.” He hoists you into his arms and tenderly lays you down on the bed, settling down behind you.

When Hanamaki joins you, you nestle your face in his chest. 

“So… what do we… do now?”

“For starters, you could move here.” It’s Hanamaki speaking and you look at him with surprise.

“Really? But you don’t have a third room.”

“We can convert the studio into a bedroom,” suggests Matsukawa.

“I could also buy a bigger bed. This way we can comfortably sleep together,” Hanamaki smirks.

You hum indecisively, your mouth hidden behind your closed fist.

“How about we leave this talk for tomorrow?” Matsukawa suggests, voice calm and reassuring as his thumb caresses your hip. “Let's just hit the shower for now.”

“Yeah,” you eventually agree, a lazy smile snuggling into Hanamaki's chest. “Yeah, I'd like that.”

Warm vapour soon enwraps your bodies while the hot water gushes merrily on the shower tray.

Bloopers

While looking for the right line of dialogue to write when Hanamaki is about to have sex with the reader, my mind came up with these idiocies:

-Rko out of nowhere!

-Prepare for trouble! And make it double!

-Brace for impact in 3… 2… 1…

-Say ‘aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah’

Thank you for reading my story! If you have the time, please let me know what you thought about it ^-^

[lunarvir]

Reconnection (Atsumu x chubby!reader)

Word Count: 1.3k Tags: post timeskip, established relationship, double pov, chubby reader

Warnings: nsfw, pwp, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving) Summary: Nothing is as exciting as seeing your boyfriend again after an entire month :> Masterlist

“‘Tsumu, just fuck me already.”

You can't help your frustration. Your boyfriend has been focussing on your breasts for god knows how long and, as mind-blowing his lips and hands can be, you haven't seen him in a month and had other plans in mind.

“Oh, my chibi love, did you miss my cock that much?”

Your fingers are buried in his hair and you close your fist, pulling hard at the blond locks. “Stop calling me that, I'm not chibi at all,” you glare at him.

“But you are smaller than me, and you're so cute. How can I not call you that, love?”

You sigh and roll your eyes, releasing your grip.

“Also, you should know by now that tugging my hair like that isn't exactly punishment for me.” Atsumu smiles, all smug and content. He likes a little pain when the two of you fight on the bed.

“Yeah, I should know.” You tug again, this time harder.

“Ow!” He chuckles, and then takes your hand and unites it with the other above your head. His hand is big enough to keep both your wrists tied down to the mattress. “Fuck, look at you.” He takes a long look, one of those that make you want to shrink and seep through the mattress.

Your summer dress is crumpled, the straps fallen down to your forearms, your chest bare. Your hair is messy and your lips are seductively swollen by all the kissing the two of you engaged in.

The only thing missing, Atsumu thinks, are his marks on you. He promptly rectifies that, his teeth biting into your skin and making you whimper under him. His shaft is as eager as you are, and pokes against his boxers, looking for friction against your soft thigh.

You want to touch him so badly, but he refuses to let go. Somehow, it turns you on even more.

Finally, Atsumu groans and leaves your body to admire his work. A hickey on the collarbone, one over your right─oh-so-soft─breast, and one on your left ribs. Satisfied, he smiles at you and leans close, kissing you deeply.

“If you ask me nicely, I'll give you what you want.” He locks his eyes on yours as he speaks, and he can see embarrassment and lust blending together in your ardent eyes.

“I'm not going to call you daddy or any of that nonsense,” you counter.

Atsumu bursts into laughter. It's the first time he asks you this kind of thing, after all. “I was just asking for a please,” he chuckles.

Your brows furrow. You don't believe him.

“What? I mean it! Cross my heart!” He moves his thumb over his heart as he says that, leading your focus to his toned chest. You kinda want to bite him, too.

“But why can't you just do it?” you whine.

“Because I'm feeling mean today.” Atsumu backs away, lowering himself onto you. “I want to tease you.” He then bites one of your thighs while fondling the plushness of the other with his warm, strong hand.

“So,” you start, but soon lose your breath as he lavishes you with wet kisses close to your core, “What happens if I don't say it?” You don't mind saying please per se, but you are curious to learn how this new game works.

“Oh.” Atsumu pauses, momentarily surprised by your question, but soon back on track. “Then I will just do what I want to.” And he does, pulling your panties down and giving a long lick across your folds.

You whimper, your hands nesting under your pillow, and involuntarily start closing your legs.

Atsumu groans. He loves it when you press his head lightly with your thighs. “So soft,” he murmurs while turning toward one, “And all mine.” Slowly, he bites your soft flesh.

“‘Tsumu,” you whine. He’s driving you crazy. 

“Oh, right, you wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?” Atsumu smiles, crafty and amused, and brings his tongue close to your core again.

And just like that, he starts tongue-fucking you. You gasp and move your hips forward, coated in pleasure.

But it's not enough. It doesn't matter how skillful he is, how hot his tongue is, you want him, the entirety of him. Inside you.

It's when you can't stand it anymore that you give in. “Atsumu, my sweet heart, please, please fuck me.”

You can hear his laugh vibrate through your skin, a feeling so strange yet so pleasurable, and you wonder if he will finally give you what you want.

“Ah, you're so pretty when you plead.”

When your eyes meet, you try to convey as much annoyance as you can at this tease of a boyfriend of yours, but you end up smiling instead.

Atsumu smiles back, warm brown eyes lovingly set on yours, and then gets rid of the last pieces of clothing. He was actually eager for this moment, too, but he wants all of you, so skipping to the end would have felt like a waste.

He sits on the bed, crossed-legged, and extends his hands toward you. It only takes a moment for you to be in his arms, your stomach pressed against his, your breasts soft against his chest.

“Now lower yourself on me, chibi-chan.”

You put your hands on Atsumu's shoulders and do as he asked. The moment his tip meets your core, your eyes flutter shut.

“Ahhh.” Atsumu's voice is mellow in your ear and he hugs you tight. “Move, let me feel you.”

You move again, surpassing the resistance your core makes at the sudden intrusion, and the  moment he's entirely sheathed inside you makes you feel so delectably full it's like your whole body starts rewiring itself.

When you start moving, your hips raising and falling rhythmically, it's like electricity sparkles through your veins.

Atsumu would like to be patient, to let you get more used to him, but he's been patient aplenty already. He meets your tongue with his briefly, tightens his grip on you, and then thrusts. Deeply.

You moan. A half-choked moan that has him get even harder. Atsumu thrusts again. And again, and again. Faster, deeper, stronger. He wants to feel all of you while you feel all of him. He wants you to be so overloaded tears fall from your eyes. He wants you to scream his name so loud the neighbours will come complaining tomorrow morning. He also wants to touch all of you, and his hands travel across your body, fondling every soft spot they come across with passionate tenderness.

“Ah, ‘Tsumu, slow down, you're going too─ Ah!” You lose yourself in pleasure more and more and feel your stomach warm up quickly. Your head empties, a feeling that you’ll never get used to and always crave for.

Atsumu finds your expression so alluring he wants to be even closer to you, and he thanks his athlete muscles for allowing him to ram his hips against yours over and over again until you start crying and chanting his name.

You cum almost mutely, your voice stuck in your throat as bliss pervades you.

Your walls are so tight, your breathing is so warm on his neck that Atsumu loses control and with some strong last thrusts he spills inside you. His breathing laboured, his fingers still sunk in your skin, he finds your lips to give you a languid, tender kiss.

When the two of you have caught your breath, he meets your eyes and smirks. “So, it wasn’t so hard to ask, wasn’t it?”

You try to wiggle out of his grip, but Atsumu doesn’t let you go. Hence, you glare at him once more, determined and fiery. “Laugh now that you can. I’ll have my revenge soon.”