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nanaminokanojo · 2 years

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Still and All

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Four Seasons. Same room. Same Time. I'll be waiting. -E

Those words practically tattooed themselves over your eyes as you read the message for the umpteenth time that month. It has always been the same message sent to you through text, repeatedly done so, sometimes twice or thrice a day until said "same time" would come to pass. Well, that's because you have disabled Eita from calling you.

You received a knowing look from your secretary who was sitting beside you in the backseat of the car. More or less, she already knew what was going on with how you were sighing repeatedly while looking at your phone. There wasn't exactly anything you did not tell her, and she knew your rather negative disposition stemming from what transpired exactly a month ago in Monaco.

"I speak now as your friend, Y/N," Kiyoko, your henchman in every sense of the word, spoke, shedding off the formal tone she used when addressing you as her employer. "Go and see Eita. I am starting to worry for the both of you."

You arched a brow at her. She was aware as to your choice not to see him again at least until things cooled down. He wasn't exactly someone you could avoid for the rest of your life, not when you moved in the same social circles, and definitely not when your families are virtually inseparable.

"He's your best friend," she droned on.

"Yes, until I ruined things beyond repair and he had to break his engagement off because of me," you snapped, going for the offense, not really wanting her to win the argument. You hated how she was always right, and god knows why she kept up with your utter stupidity when it comes to your feelings.

"Because she was cheating on him!" Kiyoko fired back, assuming her persona as your older sister from another mother. "It wasn't because of you. It was already happening before you even came into the picture."

You didn't know what was worse: you seeming to have broken up Eita's relationship with his fiancée or you appearing to have shrewdly swooped down at the first opportunity like a vulture to carcass, all because of your festering feelings for him even before you both entered university.

A strangled scoff elicited from your mouth. “Cheating on Eita? Mika?”

“Yes.”

“That’s impossible. She adores Eita.”

“Not enough, apparently.”

You could feel your head swelling to twice its size at the thought of it. You didn’t know how you would feel about the whole matter, torn between relief from the thought of Eita not getting married the following year after all, and that of anger when it dawned to you that your dearest friend was being made a fool by anybody regardless of their identity.

"And you knew this for how long?"

“A week before you arrived.” Kiyoko took your hand in hers. "Y/N, I've known you long enough to know when you're trying to suppress your feelings even if they're right just so others can be happy. I know you well enough to know that you have been in love with him for the longest time, exactly why you couldn't accept Ushijima Wakatoshi's suits no matter how fond you are of him."

You knew the rest of the story. It was second nature to your secretary to investigate when she feels like something wasn't right even without authorization from anyone. Yes, even if it meant bypassing you or going against your orders when she feels like acting to your best interests. Kiyoko was efficient, and quite frankly, terrifying, like that.

"With whom?" you asked. “With whom is Mika cheating on Eita?”

"A Daisho Suguru. New money, apparently, but a good man nonetheless."

You were surprised at her observations but you knew better than to doubt it. If there was anyone with a good eye for character, it was Shimizu Kiyoko, and if she says that man who was taking Eita’s fiancée from him was a good man, then you would believe it without question.

She exhaled loudly, her raven locks swaying with her movement. "In all fairness to Miss Yamaka, it wasn't intentional and she didn't plan to hurt Eita, but sometimes things are just the way they are. It was love at first sight, and although I am not inclined to believe in such things, I saw it myself. There just isn’t a spark between her and Eita which equates to fireworks with that man."

"Eita still got hurt," you couldn’t help but say, becoming fiercely protective. While you never hated his fiancée, you didn’t particularly have a forgiving character, not when the most important person in your life was the receiving end of anything negative. Despite yourself, you would always, always come to his defense.

"He wants you, Y/N. His betrothal being called off isn't hurting him half as much as you distancing yourself from him is. Like I said, things are just the way they are."

"Me, giving in to my baser instincts and sleeping with him when he was supposedly vulnerable is not just because things are the way they are, as you’ve put it, Kiyoko."

"You've been absent from his life for three years, hiding away in Monte Carlo. And did your feelings change?"

"I wasn't hiding!"

"Sure, except that he appears in your life again, just two weeks in, and yet you are head-over-heels for him again no matter how many times you deny it." She rolled her eyes at you when you attempted to protest. "Eita needs you right now more than ever."

"That's just adding fuel to the fire." You meant the words to be dismissive, but Kiyoko wasn't having any of it.

The car had stopped, you noticed long after it has. Just then, she opened the door and stepped out, holding it open. She eyed you sternly, cocking her head and motioning for you to get out of the vehicle. Your face contorted into a frown and your heart started palpitating when you saw the very hotel Eita was referring to in his messages right in front of you

"Come now, Y/N. Think of it as the universe conspiring against you and your bullheadedness." She reached towards you and pulled you out, making you almost stumble on the pavement.

You were rather appalled that she called you bullheaded, but that was the least of your concerns. You shook your head, feeling your hands go clammy. "No."

She took you by the shoulders and shook you slightly. "You're here anyway. Just talk to him. Stop ruining yourselves and give yourself the liberty to have what you want for once."

There was no arguing your way out of it, and knowing Kiyoko, she would wait in the parking lot just to make sure you didn't bolt. Nodding in resignation, you straightened your clothes and stretched your hand out towards her. "My things, Secretary Shimizu." You addressed her in such a way to spite her, but she ended up flashing you a triumphant smile instead.

She handed you your purse, grinning. "Have fun, President YL/N."

You blew a raspberry. "Yeah. Who works for who?" Shaking your head, you entered the lobby, the sound of your heels changing as you stepped into the marble floor making your heart stop momentarily, but you had to conceal that by acknowledging the concierge who came to meet you.

"Miss YL/N," he greeted enthusiastically. "Have you come to see Mr. Semi?" His demeanor changed at the mention of Eita’s name, no doubt wondering why the hell the man, although known to be a regular patron, was staying for way too long at the hotel.

You nodded and he led you towards the private lift that led to the penthouse. It was always the same place that it was almost reserved for the two of you since you started that tradition of retreating to said room when you felt like getting away from everyone but didn't have the luxury of time to go elsewhere. In that suite, you have created a world of your own, the place holding precious memories and the walls silent listeners to your happiness and woes, silent witnesses to your complex bond with that ash-blonde male you’ve known almost all your life.

The moment you disembarked from the elevator, you were tempted to go back but the doors slid close with the concierge waving happily at you. Taking a deep breath, you walked through the short hallway which led to the main entrance to the suite, your hands trembling as your palm made contact with the brass doorknob.

You haven't really seen Eita since you left him the morning following your little interlude, the sobering realization that you just crossed the line with your supposed best friend, who was, to your knowledge, engaged at that time, making you flee from the scene as quickly as you could. So many things told you that you shouldn’t have done it with him, that you should have exercised prudence, but all is said and done, and there was no way you could change anything – not what happened, not the whole predicament that followed and definitely not your feelings.

You didn't really know why he still wanted to see you when you left him in the cold and avoided him at all costs. He had been consistently messaging you with the same thing every single day since he returned to the country shortly after you did, meaning to see you, already standing at your doorstep but refusing to see him, not knowing what to say or do once you were faced with the reality of it all. It wasn't all too different at present, standing but a few paces away from him on the other side of the door.

Before your resolve could crumble further, you pushed the door open and walked into the drawing room which was empty. With every ounce of courage left in your body, you roamed around in that confident gait you would carry yourself in as if you were surveying your domain as opposed to dreading the prospect of seeing the man you knew you were hurting all along. When you didn’t find him, you set your things on the couch, deciding to search for him after, but when you turned around, he was standing under the arch, leaning lazily against the side of the wall, cradling a glass half-filled with brandy, you surmised.

You took in his appearance, tracing every detail with your eyes and etching it in your brain. His hair was damp, his silvery locks falling over his intense eyes, sharp as they were cold, regarding you with caution while his sensuous mouth was fixed in that perpetual smirk. His black oxford shirt was not buttoned, hanging on his broad shoulders and revealing the expanse of the creamy alabaster skin of his chest and chiseled abdomen, while his dark jeans hung precariously low on his hips. He was a god, another being altogether, and yet he was also the boy you grew up with, the person you called your best friend and the man you fell in love with.

You regarded the glass in his hand, following it as he raised it to his lips which was curled contumeliously, taking a swig and then swallowing. The way his Adam's apple bobbed as he did so made your throat go dry. It had taken herculean effort to stop yourself from being attracted to him in the most sinful of ways, but it all crumbled once he gave you a taste of him, and having done so, you didn't know how you were able to go for a whole month without seeing him.

"It's the middle of the day," you commented casually, loosening the silk cravat that came with your suit, followed by the lace gloves which you've placed on the armrest of the settee. "Should you be drinking?"

At that, Eita threw his head back, chuckling. The sound came out with a bitter edge to it. "You leave me wordlessly after we fucked, you don't see me for a month even if I begged, and when you do, you comment on my drinking habits. Classic Y/N." He took another large gulp of the amber liquid as if to spite you.

You froze at his outward hostility. He has never treated you in such a way even at his worst moments. Your heart sank. It was your fault why he was acting that way but you weren't about to give him the upper hand entirely.

"Hmm. You insisted upon seeing me for this? Are you going to behave like a child and sulk or are we going to talk like proper adults?" you sniped.

He laughed darkly after finishing his drink, dropping the glass on the carpeted floor with a thud. He stalked towards you with a predatory hint to his movements while you stood your ground, eyes unrelenting on him despite being cornered. He was gorgeous as he was intimidating and you didn’t know which one to consider as he came closer.

"I wasn't the one who did not have the spine and maturity to stay and confront her feelings, Y/N. You ran away just like that. And you say I am sulking? I am way past sulking! I am broken, Y/N, and you did this to me."

"What was I to think?" he droned on, raising his voice. "You just left treating me as if I was one of those people you had a one-time thing with. But I am not like them, Y/N. What do you take me for?"

"What did you expect me to do?" you asked referring to the situation of his engagement which cancelation he has not told you about.

He closed the distance between the two of you in one long stride, towering over you as his eyes flashed in anger. "That you would set me apart for someone more important than anybody else you've had dalliance with! That you would consider how I would feel if you did that because I am your best friend and as such, maybe I was different." His voice cracked as tears filled his sable eyes. "That maybe you feel the same way as I do for the longest time."

As if on cue, your eyes felt hot as well and you could feel tears stinging your eyes but you blinked them back furiously. "You are different, Eita. I love you and you know that. You are my favorite person in the world, but just the same, let me return the question to you: what was I to think?"

"About what? Haven't I made myself clear that night? I wanted you and I have been in love with you for the longest time that it hurt when you expressed your gladness when I was engaged to Yamaka Mika!"

"That's exactly my problem! All this time I was thinking that I was the one who caused your engagement to be broken. I lost sleep over the idea that I ruined something good for you only to find out that it was long done just today. I stepped back because I wanted you to fix things with her, give it a chance to be fixed but you didn't tell me anything! You tell me I am your best friend but my secretary knew about the reason before I did. What the fuck was that about?"

"You would have known if you stayed long enough! I was meaning to tell you, but you always had that Ushijima Wakatoshi dangling about you beforehand, touching you freely as if… as if you belonged to him. I couldn't have that, Y/N, and when you came to me that night, I couldn't help myself anymore. I had to have you."

Taken aback at his observations about the other man where you were involved, you scowled at him. "He was not!"

“What is he to you?”

You made a face, offended that he would even ask. “A friend?”

“He likes you, doesn’t he?”

Your brows scrunched up. “Wakatoshi is the least of your worries, Eita.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling tired. “You…”

“What?”

“I’m sorry about Mika.”

Without a warning, Eita grabbed you, hooking his arm around your waist so you were flush against him, while with his free hand, he cupped the back of your head and secured you as he dipped his mouth onto yours with urgency and dominance that sent liquid fire coursing through your veins and making your ears ring as blood rushed up to your head at his touch. Once again, you found yourself melting into his touch as your lips melded, your breaths becoming one and his heat engulfing you.

Your hands found purchase on his chest, fisting his shirt. Opening up to him, you allowed his tongue to mingle with yours, his jaw flexing hard as he explored your wet cavern. Where his hands were warm against you, his tongue was hot, the remnants of alcohol mingling with mint making you dizzy with want.

"You've ruined me, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. "You have robbed me of sanity. You're the only woman I want. I don't care if Mika cheated on me, and maybe I should be sorry for saying this, but I am not. I only want to be with you. You can call me crazy, but that's just how I feel." He buried his face on the junction of your neck and shoulder, holding you tighter. "I love you so much. I can't live without you."

Eita was baring his soul to you, had done it that night and yet you didn't know what to do even if it was obvious what it was you should be doing. He had come clean, but what about you? The conviction in which he declared his adoration for you made it all the scarier for you to say anything in response, afraid you will disappoint him. You were never good with words and you were even worse at expressing your feelings.

"I wanted to die when you refused to see me…"

You wrapped your arms around him, soothing his back. It broke your heart to hear him saying such things. Eita had protected you for a long expanse of time, spanning from when you were children up until the time you left. It didn’t sit well with you that he felt that much pain and because of you at that. "I am so sorry. I didn't know."

He pulled away meeting your gaze, his deep dark eyes devouring your very being. "Say you feel the same." His hand tightened on your shoulder. "I need to hear it."

"I love you, too. I have for a long time," you said slowly, wringing your fingers. "When you got engaged, I thought I could just forget about how I feel…"

"Is that why you chose to work in Monaco?" He picked at a stray strand of hair on your neck.

You nodded in earnest. "But when you showed up six months later, I knew it did nothing to change anything, even when you seemed so happy with her, so I decided to stay there for as long as I did."

He hung his head low. "Why didn't you tell me? Up until my parents arranged the engagement, I was waiting for you to say something."

"And ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same?"

"I thought I was being obvious since middle school and you were only blowing me off." Finally, he smiled, enhancing his already devastatingly handsome features, slender fingers tracing your lower lip, your jawline, down to the columns of your throat, making your breath hitch. His mere proximity made you reel out of rationality, but his touches, they always ignited something inside you. When he reached your collarbone, his eyes took a darker quality as he eyed you with hunger.

Eita trapped you against the backrest of the settee, hands settling on either side of your hips. “You haven’t the vaguest hint how happy I was when you kissed me back…how you’ve made me the luckiest man alive when you allowed me to stake my claim on you.” His finger ventured lower while he invaded your space. “How you’ve made me feel so alive and glad that I am.” He brushed his lips on your forehead, your temple, your jawline, his nose grazing onto the crook of your neck, punctuating it with butterfly kisses which made your toes curl in anticipation. “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Your heart swelled with so much happiness at his words. Although your mind was clouded with desire for the very man in front of you, you couldn’t help but smile in genuine joy and adoration for him sans the lust. You’ve felt the same, truth be told. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, this time, claiming his lips with yours with resolute passion, knowing that he was yours for the taking. He returned it with as much fervor if not more as his arms wrapped around you, ensnaring you in a possessive embrace.

His tongue delved into your mouth, sliding deliciously against yours, swirling as you felt like the room was spinning rapidly with the way he was making you feel like you were about to catch fire. Your hand pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, sliding down to his taut chest while he momentarily let go of you to remove the offending garment without cutting the kiss. The moment his hands found your waist again, he molded your body against his, his stiff arousal pressing against your stomach as he pushed a thigh between your legs.

You were so preoccupied by the magic that he seemed to be conjuring with just his lips that you did not notice when his hands left your waist, drawing in a deep, shocked breath when you heard the sound of your silk blouse being torn apart, the pearls that served as its buttons scattering about on the carpeted floor. You pulled back slightly, your clothed breasts now exposed to him, making him lick his lips despite his confusion as to why you stopped kissing him.

“That’s a Diane Von Furstenberg blouse, Eita!” you chastised, evading him when he tried to kiss you again.

He growled, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom, the ensuing smirked he sported making you weak all over. “I don’t care who designed it, Y/N. I want all of them off you.” He placed you on top of the bed, and without wasting another second, he hovered over you, resting his knees between your legs, nudging the apex of your thighs as he leaned down and asserted ownership of your lips again, hands skimming over your sides until he reached your breast, kneading. His sensuous mouth moved lower to your neck to your chest, removing your lace bra and tossing it somewhere behind him, his mouth immediately latching onto your hardened nipple while he toyed with the other one with his fingers.

Carding your fingers into his unruly yet silky hair, you pulled him even closer to you. He continued to shower attention to your breasts even as he unbuttoned and unzipped your slacks, pulling away as he pushed the garment down your legs, gently removing your white Louboutin pumps, grinning slyly at you as he carefully set them down the floor when you flashed him a warning look. Eita then planted his lips against your ankle, moving up your legs, the length of which he kissed, shifting to the other when he reached your thighs, his hand hooking underneath your knees to pull you closer towards him. He tore your lace panty off you harshly.

“Ei –” Your intended scolding was cut short by a sharp moan when he licked up your folds and inserted a digit into you, causing you to arch your back, your fingers tangling with the sheets.

“You were saying?” he asked with a chuckle before licking your nether lips again, your hips bucking upwards when he started sucking your sensitive nub while his fingers thrust inside you, their length reaching your sweet spot repeatedly until all you could think of was him pleasuring you, his ministrations making you see stars.

“Oh god…Eita…” you let out breathily, legs curling over his shoulders to draw him closer to you. “Right there.”

He hummed in response and curled his fingers inside you when he felt your walls clench around them. His tongue and lips lapped and sucked with more vigor and intensity, making you shudder as you reached your high, your juices dripping out into his tongue. He emerged from between your legs, lips glistening with your essence which he licked off with his tongue, eventually placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good,” he said, bending down so he could kiss you again. He then started undoing the button of his jeans, shedding them and setting his cock free, hard and ready. Like the first time you had sex with him, it felt surreal when he finally slid into you, your moans mingling with one another when he reached deep inside of you.

He started to thrust, slowly then setting up a rhythm which had you writhing and panting. “Faster!” you cried out, “Ah…Oh Eita…Don’t stop.” Delicious keens and whines spilled out of your mouth, driving him to move faster to grant you your high which came with intensity that made you forget about everything else except for Eita who was stirring you alive and making you feel like you’re falling while seeing fireworks behind your eyelids.

With every time, he pushed deeper, broken syllables of your name came out in moans and grunts from him, his rhythm stuttering with every time you clenched around his pulsating manhood, pushing in and out.

“I’m yours, Y/N. Only yours,” he rasped before he laid claim over your lips again, and just with those words, you felt yourself reaching your climax again, making you cry out his name as your back momentarily lifted from the mattress. His thrusts started to become more frantic, making you a panting mess as he chased his high which came with one powerful push before you felt his warm seed filling you up, sending shivers down your spine as he spasmed on top of you. Finally, he collapsed on you, face buried in your hair, stilling his breath.

You, too, came down from your high, running your fingers on the hair at the base of his head as you stared up at the ceiling while he remained inside you. You were considering things now that everything seemed to have worked out for the best for the two of you. Gone was the dilemma of his engagement and how you feel for one another was clear.

“What now?” you asked him, causing him to rise slightly from you, resting his elbow on the mattress on either of your sides.

Eita grinned at you, brushing your hair away from your face before swooping down and planting kisses all over your face. Once again, he took possession of your lips, kissing you languidly as he rolled you both over so that you were on top of him.

“I guess we’re dating now,” he said, looking dazed when you pulled back. You immensely enjoyed that look on his face, happy that you affected him in such a way. “But do we really have to go through the whole dating thing? We’ve known each other for as long as we have and went through every single thing dating couples usually go through…”

Your brows furrowed and your heart started to race at the prospect of what he was saying. “What do you mean?”

Eita wrapped an arm around you, adjusting your position on him. “What do you say we skip it?”

“Skip dating?”

“Yeah.”

“And do what?”

He sat up, taking you with him, hand reaching towards the drawer of the nightstand where he took a black, velvet box before turning his eyes on you, intense and overflowing with earnestness and tenderness…and love. “People usually do this on one knee, but I guess it’s called for.” He glanced down at where you were still joined together and chuckled but he turned serious just as quickly.

Eita opened the box, showing you his mother’s ring, and heirloom passed down through generations in their family. You’ve seen it before adorning his mother’s hand and now he was presenting it to you in a not-so-grand but, just the same, meaningful gesture.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

“I think it’s long overdue, but would you make me the happiest man alive by doing me the exceptional honor of being my wife?” He took the ring from its case, picking your hand up. “Marry me, Y/N.”

Tearing up, you threw your arms around him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “I will.”

He pulled back, meeting your eyes with his which were shining as he smiled happily. “You will?” he said between laughter, chest reverberating against yours.

“I will. I’ll marry you, Eita.” You kissed him this time, smiling when you felt him go stiff inside you again. He slid the ring into your finger and you looked on in appreciation of the glistening diamond.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

And with that out of the way, he laid you back on the bed, souls and hearts entwined, both of you finally home in each other’s arms.

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Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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iwaizumis-bitch · 3 years

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hot things they do part4

guys im running out of characters to write for(˘･_･˘)

yamaguchi, kita, hanamaki, daisho, yaku, and terushima x f reader

nsfw below the cut

minors do not interact

hot things they do masterlist

tadashi yamaguchi is so whiny when you’re teasing his cock with your mouth. he throws his head back in pleasure when you suckle on his balls again but finally decides enough is enough and grabs your head, slamming you down on his cock as he finally receives the pleasure.

shinsuke kita will drop everything as soon as he gets home, throwing you over his shoulder as he marches to the bedroom. he’s gone a whole 8 hours without feeling your cunt fluttering around him, he’s just so needy as he lifts you little dress up, pushing your face against the pillow as he pounds into you.

takahiro hanamaki stares at you when he’s horny. he could be looking across the table from you at dinner, dazed expression but mischevious eyes and you knew what he was thinking. he gives you the same exact stare when he’s pushing into you, his eyes locked on yours.

suguru daisho keeps you in a collar at all times. it may look like a simple choker, but only the two of you know that ‘suguru’s bitch’ is written on it in small print. takes it off during sex and uses his hands as a collar instead, squeezing tightly as you cough, only turning him on more.

morisuke yaku will steal all your plain bras when you arent home, hiding them so when you go to get dressed the next day, the only one you can find is your lacy red one. he’ll tease you about it, telling you that you were begging for it wearing that before he pulls the straps up, letting them snap against your shoulders.

yuji terushima knows how to eat pussy like a god. his tongue came from heaven, and the tongue piercing is just a bonus. he makes you orgasm multiple times every times he laps at your pussy, chuckling when your back arches off of the bed and you started to babbly incoherent phrases.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #yamaguchi smut #yamaguchi x reader #kita smut #kita x reader #hanamski smut #hanamaki x reader #daisho smut #daisho x readert #yaku smut #yaku x reader #terushima smut #terushima x reader

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tsukki-lover · 3 years

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HORNY TEXTS pt.2

summary: horny texts i think the haikyuu boys would send. i tried to include some of our softer fellas in this one because i feel like i went REAL dominant with the last one <3

cw: MINORS DNI 18+ , afab!reader

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SUGA , bokuto , akaashi , yamaguchi , OSAMU , TAKEDA

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DAICHI , DAISHŌ!!!!! , tsukishima , ukai , ushijima

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NOYA, asahi , kuroo , kindaichi , akaashi , BOKUTOBOKUTOBOKUTO

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atsumu , ukai , ushijima , tendou , tsukishima , kyotani

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UGHHHHH idk how to feel. I want more of a variety of characters but these are really the only ones whos personality’s im comfortable with writing about

Taglist: @flannel-cladpika dm me if you want to be added!<3

Writing tips are welcomed!!!

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hajimeskitten · 3 years

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haikyu characters & clit fucking

MIYA OSAMU loves doing this when the two of you get drunk he doesn't know why he just LOVES the stimulation it gives-- also did this at the beginning of your relationship when he was about to cum but now he cums in you so much when he found out birth control actually works and just dumps loads after loads into you until you can visibly see the puffing of your womb filled with cum

SAKUSA KIYOOMI uses as a form of punishment when you've irritated him you can't be stuffed with his cock nope you don't deserve it and when he gives you clit orgasms you stay quiet in a sub space for the rest of the night because they're so intense.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI is too big to go straight inside you, he needs you to cum a couple of times for him, preferably squirt to make a big mess to soak his dick up to slide right into you

DAISHO SUGURU form of punishment that's it. that's all.

#smut #anime #hq smut #daisho smut #osamu smut #ushijima smut #sakusa smut #kittenpost #🧃

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akaashisbabygirl · 3 years

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for the character thing daishou <3

mating press - specifically with your legs resting on his shoulders. he just loves that position as he gets to see your pretty face when he's fucking you <3

send me a character and i'll tell you which position they like to fuck you in

#nsfw—🎟#haikyuu smut #daisho smut

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years

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The Haikyuu Boys Responding to you Asking Them “Pick a Number 1 Out of 10″ and Receiving That Many Nudes | Pt.6

Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader

Notes: Much like my most recent texting series post, this is something from my past blog that I’ve been working on putting into this new texting format and I finished the other night. Multiple characters will have 2-3 parts to their chapters so there will be more than 4 parts to this series. I’m finishing off another last chapter of a series and thinking up new ones while still working on others

For the final part of my series I have: Futakuchi, Daishō, Koganegawa, Ukai, and Terushima! I hope that you’ve enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed revisiting it and re-writing it!

If you want to check out my masterlist for the texting series posts as I make them, you can follow {this link} to the page!

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megiesposts · 2 years

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Haikyuu book idea :

You didn’t believe in god. But if he was real, he wasn’t supposed to give you a horde of men as college women. Although, if he was real, you could thank him for making them hot.

Haikyuu captains x reader. College au!

I’d be so chaotic putting them all in one house

OML making Oikawa and Wakatoshi roommates

Like imagine rooming with all these men all in one house

Oikawa Toru

Bokuto Kotaro

Kita Shinsuke

Sawamura Daichi

Kuroo Tetsuro

Daisho Suguru

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima is rooming with Oikawa

Kuroo and Bokuto

Daichi and Daisho

Kita and you

You room with kita, but you and him share a bathroom with the next door roommates, Ushijima and Oikawa

Ushijima and Kita wouldn’t dare disrespect your time in the bathroom, however Oikawa does not hesitate to break open the locked door when your in the shower, having Kuroo yank him out

Oikawa and you have similar schedules so he ends up walking you to and from places even though you both have very much competitive passive aggressive besties vibes

Bokuto and you have a “tradition” of you introducing him to American movies like “mean girls’ and ‘clueless’ on the couch because it lines up with everyone else’s schedules being out of the house

Kita loves rooming with you and always pays attention to your little quirks, but he loves that you won’t keep him awake and you don’t mind getting him a glass of water in the morning

Daichi is in the room across the hall with daisho and they both invite you over for monopoly (that you gifted them)

Daichi loves the early morning chats he gets with you because you are awake early and he comes in late and it’s just the two of you in the kitchen and your sitting on the counter and you two have this moment where he’s standing in between your thighs but other than that you both talk about your plans to the day

Kuroo and you actually bond over the fact that you suck at science and he doesn’t so you ask him for help, and you have these moments where he leans in or hovers over to you and the eye contact that happens when he is trying to explain everything to you but he can’t focus because your eyes are just so pretty

Daisho and you bond when he starts making fun of Oikawa and oikawa turns to you but u were mad at him so you just egged daisho on and laughed - to which Oikawa then said he wasn’t allowed on the couch so you told him to sit next to you on your chair and he did and your thighs were over her knees and he was laughing and you guys just started to talk one night

Ushijima and you don’t really have a relationship other than friendly roommates that talk when needed and make the smallest chat but he came to you with a question about women and you both started talking about your opinions and you explaining things to him and it was so natural and somehow your in an exclusive book club with him now

Ugh I’ll add a playlist for this later I have school in like 5 hours and gotta go to sleep bye besties

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brattsun · 3 years

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a contradiction in terms, a kuroo x f!reader smau

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summary: at a small liberal arts university, buried in the middle of America, romance blossoms in the most unconventional places after Kuroo Tetsurou, University Class President, and you, a scholarship student at the top of your class butt heads during a routine student council meeting.

a/n: lots of college pretentious debate, enemies to lovers, there will be smut and my blog is 18+ so minors DNI, I’m not anticipating needing a taglist but if anyone wants to be on it they can send me an ask. This is my first social media AU so I’m expecting it to be a mashup of texts and some written sections. sadlg;hakl im pretty nervous but i think the more i do this hopefully i’ll get better at it as;dghlask so bear with me.

CH 2 - let it go, bro, pt 3

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Kuroo makes his way up the stairs, slipping out of his wool coat and scarf, it gets warmer as he gets higher, and his legs feel like jelly from running Lev’s drills. The third floor of the science building is stuck squarely in the 80’s, dark wood, jewel tones, deep green walls and a grey rug floor. The tables in each of the classrooms he passes are huge and oak, with matching chairs behind them. It’s quiet, but as he makes his way down the hallway, catching your voice floating through the open door, and taking a moment to eavesdrop.

“Ah, actually,” you say, and he hears you take a couple steps, “It looks like this might be the trans hudson orogeny, just because of the shape of the island arc in that one, when compared to this map here?”

“Oh!” He hears another girl scramble for some paper, “Oh oh, oh my god, I think you’re right.” He hears the creek of a chair as she collapses in exhaustion. “You fucking did it.” He swallows, disliking how nervous he is, reaching up and knocking on the door.

“Come in,” you say softly, “We don’t have the room reserved.” You’re hovering over a table covered in a colorful confusing map. “Oh! Ah,” he’s seized with guilt at the way you automatically hop on the defensive, the way your shoulders stiffen, your fingers lacing and unlacing in a mannerism he now recognizes as a nervous tic.

“Can I uh,” remembering that’s what he said last time, “Can I borrow you for a second?” You swallow, and the other girl looks intensely uncomfortable. “I uh, I got your annotations, and I want to talk to you about them.” You nod slowly and roll your neck, it cracks loudly. You follow him out into the hallway. “So,” he says, “You might have hurt my feelings, and I lashed out, which is an explanation and not an excuse.”

“Oh,” you cross your arms across your chest.

“I care, a lot, very, very deeply, for the students at this school. I care about my friends, and my work, and I know I’m not very emotionally expressive, but I can be ah, emotional.” You raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“I’m valuing the merits of making a joke about you telling me to calm down,” you say dryly and he grins.

“I get you now, that was you making the joke, correct?” he says, and you nod. “I thought maybe, ah we could talk, about the paper? Civilly, I promise. No quoting founding fathers.”

“Oh ah,” You move a little away from him in the hallway, “Honestly I’m not super interested in that.” He blinks at you. “You were right, political science isn’t my major, and um, honestly my views on this stuff are rooted in personal issues, I can’t promise it won’t get ah, heated. Plus I’ve really got to work on this lab,” you jerk your head back to the door. Kuroo’s mind races, he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he made this right.

“Can I have your number, then, and we can text?” He watches you consider, disliking the way his heart is sprinting in his chest. Your eyes dart back to the classroom before answering.

“Yeah, ah, sure.”

“I’d like to make this more accessible, I mean, student council, for scholarship students.”

You nod quickly, and your eyes dart back to the lab. “But ah, tomorrow, okay, not, not tonight, I’ll let you finish up.”

“I’m um,” you say quickly, “I’m not promising to come out of this conversation agreeing with you on anything, just um, just so you’re aware.” He grins, amber eyes glinting.

“Excellent.”

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chronic-claire-universe · 3 years

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Hey! Congrats on reaching 500, you deserve it ♡

I'd really like to take part in your milestone event so here I am, heh. I would like a tokyo revengers and jjk/haikyuu ( I can't decide the second tbh you can pick just something?) match up if possible. But you can also just ignore this ask if It's too much! Kisses anyway.

Uhm where do I start?

I'm an ENTP and bi with a preference for fictional man ( like everyone here)

I'm super pale with dark red and white hair mostly in two pigtail braids. I have a stick and poke tattoo from a friend on my leg(a moon). I mostly wear black and red and have a little Jewellery addiction - especially rings. I kid you not I own over 100 but I tend to gift them to random people at parties when I wear too much and get bored of them.

I'm blunt, sarcastic and come off as mean sometimes, but I actually just can't shut up and do/say what I want. I'm also very competitive and chaotic and for being a huge flirt. I'm a little dramatic and get bored easily. I start many things but lose interest fast ( people and activities ). Overall I'm pretty chill with everything and go with the flow. Most of the time I'm very outgoing and can start conversations/arguments with everyone. I can get super awkward with affection so my love language are mostly acts of service and gifts. I love bad puns and jokes, dark and dirty ones specifically. My humor is broken if I'm honest.

The things I love are Horror stories, Philosophy, the iliad ( old stories and epics in general ), cats, coffee and late night adventures.

Poppy it's time to prepare your ice cream and I'm really happy about it!!! First before matching you up, I have to say something, I had real fun reading your request and during these days I was impatient to arrive here and write it, also I think I'm in love with you after your appereance description 💜

Warnings: Smut, Pegging, Video, Male Sub, Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Minors DNI.

Tokyo Revengers: Hajime Kokonoi

I have to be frank in here, I thought of Ran hearing your description, not only for the braids but also for your personality, but I think that you would be a disaster couple together cause you're way too similar, so here I am matchin you with our favourite sugar daddy Koko!

Why do I choose him? Well he enjoys sarcathisc people and also your strong personality. Koko knows that you're a strong girl who doesn't need protection and that's why he loves you!

You find yourself bored easily but Koko has a remedy for it, your dates with him don't consist only in fancy restaurant but most of the time, last minute holiday on the other part of the world!

When you go on holiday you love to go around and discover the meaning of new places, I canon you being in New York in the top of Empire State Building while you explain the history of the art-deco building and Koko opens up a champagne and makes a toast for the view in front of you!

This sounds big right? But don't worry, you're not going to the other side of the world every weekend, infact most of the time you and Koko enjoy the warm of your house.

During your domestic dates he comes back with the takeaway of your favourite italian restaurant and you decide the wine to drink.

Despite dinner, I canon you cuddling the persian cat he gifted you, who stays calm in his/your lap.

You have the habit to play poker, do you bet? Of course! Money? Nah too boring, you enjoy betting sex, in particular ways.

He tried to let you win but the first time he did it, you got so angry that you didn't talk with him and got to bed alone, he had to pray for an hour before forgiving him, you're not a baby that he must protect!

Going back to the sex bet, most of time it involves domineering kinks, from both him and you.

You peg him, you overstimulated him with his personal vibrator, he did the same with you, but most of all you recorded your intercourse.

Both of you have a nude album of the other, but you also did a professional one together, everyone in Bonten knows about it!

Talking about Bonten, you never go to their hideout but the guys know you and respect you, during the poker nights it happened that they were invited.

In the beginning they tease you, most Sanzu and Haitani bros, in the end they respect you, to the point that Ran became one of your closest friend and always keep you updated about Koko's conditions.

The relationship with Koko sounds sophisticate but genuine, strong and powerful. Keep it tight cause most of the people don't understand each other like you do!

Haikyuu: Suguru Daishou

Please bear with me, it seems that I picture you with guys that have snake eyes 😂 but there is a reason: snake eyes remember me of people with a sassy and asshole attitude!

You and Daishou professionaly tease people together! You love joking about them to the point to result mean, but this is something that your friends can go through.

You love outdates especially to arcade where you challenge and most of the time you win! This annoy Suguru to hell that most of the time bring you shouting at home and throwing you to bed, he fucks the hell out of you.

No Suguru doesn't want you to be in charge, sex for him is important to establish who is the male in the couple, and you don't care about it cause this leave you completely satisfied.

Sex isn't everything in your relationship, you enjoy a lot going out to dinner with friends, you even became buddy with Kuroo and this annoys Suguru as fuck, but respecting Nekoma's captain he doesn't complain too much about it

When you stay at home you definitely watch horror movies, but most of the time he's really annoyed by it, he just does it cause he loves you.

You also play board games, but being this a bit calmer than arcade ends up with you just laughing and eating snack until you can't keep your eyes open and you both lay on the couc/bed with him spooning you.

Daishou is competitive, loosing a match brings him lot of frustration. It's canon that he really struggle facing this problem, but seeing you helping him and just doing simple things like welcoming him with a hug and preparing his favourite dinner helps him recover.

Acts of service mean: training with him, cooking for him. The time he lost against Nekoma he came back hom without saying a word, there beside his computer there was a dvd you prepared.

"Watch me" you written on it, and here he was tears flowing from his eyes. It was a compilation of all the points he score in the year and compliments from schoolmates and teammates but also others friends.

He watches it everytime he feels down and this is enough to help him improving his mood.

You're a meanie couple but when something happens, you're always there for the other and that's what makes you fantastic together!

Poppy I finished, I really hope that you like this cause I had lot of fun writing it, kisses 💜

#tokyo revengers #hajime kokonoi #kokonoi smut #kokonoi x reader #tokyo rev x reader #haikyuu #suguru daishou #geto suguru x reader #suguru daisho smut #suguru daisho x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #tokyo revengers smut

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iwaasfairy · 4 years

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𝚂𝙷𝙷𝙷

daisho suguru is not possessive, but nekoma’s manager is his and only his

.wordc. 1k+ .note. this kinda cute, but i have this darker thing that i dreamed of and ಠ_ರೃ tell me yall wanna read it bc i really feel like writing it too tw daddy, jealousy, my spit kink making an appearance again

The sweat is still dripping off the players, their jerseys drenched and expressions tired. After you’ve given everyone their water and towels, you eye your team carefully. It’s only a practice match, but their expressions are almost as grim as they would be losing an actual tournament. You bite your lip, glancing through the net once. Sharp, green eyes meet yours. Trailing down your body like they belong there, they seem to glitter under the artificial lights. Kuroo clicks his tongue, you hear it only just before his hand is wrapped around your wrist and is pulling you towards the correct side of the net.

The right side, the one with your team. It should be easy by now, but more now than ever you seem to breathe life into the saying that ‘old habits die hard’. The captain puts his hands on your shoulders, his dark hair still as fluffy and uncontrollable as ever.

“I can’t stand losing to them,” he admits, like it’s a secret you’ve not known for years now. Kuroo is much easier to read now you’ve long figured out all his ticks and tells. “And the fact that Daisho keeps gawking at you like a piece of meat doesn’t sit well with me either.” He sighs, before his golden eyes find yours with an intensity you’re not used to. “Are you sure you’re alright? Because if he’s being too— him, I can call this off right now and we’ll be on the bus home in a flash.”

It’s a sweet thought. But he doesn’t know, he has yet to figure it out and so you shake your head instantly. “I’m good, Kuroo, really. You’ll most likely have to play them at some point before nationals so any practice is good practice. And I’m not bothered, I can more than handle Daisho.” The noiret glances over his shoulder once more, before rubbing his towel over his face a few times and tossing it onto the bench.

“Alright, guys, we’re playing another two sets! Get back on the court!” He doesn’t turn to you again, but adds a last comment under his breath. “I- Just- Don’t let him psych you out, please.”

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The sweat is dripping off you too. You’re dark, in darkness and still everything is too shining to process. Something shimmers, it catches your attention for a moment until you notice it’s just the golden piercings that line his ear. And in that darkness, a flicker of light, white-hot like the sun when it reflects on the ocean. You sigh, mouth opening to let it pass, though not as a tired thing. It comes from within the depths of your soul, captures you and lays you out to dry in the sun. Lips, dragging down the expanse of your neck. Warm, so warm, his chest molded to yours and in the aftermath of his exertion he’s still stronger than ever. He bites down on the tender part lacing your neck to your shoulder, giggling softly against your skin. “Say it again,” he whispers.

“Ah, Suguru, don’t bite,” you whisper, pulling at the hair that is held between your fingers, “you’ll leave marks again.”

He grunts against your skin, clearly not inclined to listen. One of his hands slipping under the elastic of your panties, he toys with them for a second before dragging them down to your knees. You let them drop to the floor. His lips come to play at your collarbones, before he pushes you down into his lap more with his other hand.

“I said; say it again. Unless you want me to drag you out there on your knees and have everyone see how well you suck my cock. I can do that too.” You hiss when he moves his mouth down more to bite at the soft skin of your tits. You shouldn’t like it so much when he uses your weaknesses against you. But clearly you do, because his fingers covered in your slick make easy rounds before pushing in.

“Agh,” you rest your forehead against the slope of his neck, letting the cooler metal of his necklace be the thing that grounds you. “I— I said that this cunnie is daddy’s property and that everything I do is to please daddy.” His fingers scissor you apart, the stretch just right. With both fingers moving in and out at a pace that could drive even the most sane crazy, he spreads his thighs more, so your legs are wide open for him. He chuckles at your noises, motioning you to tilt your head back.

“That’s right.” He plants a few kisses on your sensitive throat, before pulling out his fingers to slip them between his lips. You’re already working on the drawstrings of his shorts, too impatient to drag this out any longer than necessary. “And the next time our good friend Tetsuro seems to have a problem with that, I’ll fuck you in front of him until you’re creaming around my cock and begging to stop.” You know you’ll make the bus wait this way, but the print of his cock against those damn shorts is enough to drive you crazy. Daisho chooses to take your heavy silence as agreement, and helps you to slide them down before pulling your attention right back to his face.

He grabs your jaw to pause you in place, as you whimper in anticipation. “You like that, huh?” He slides the glistening head of his thick cock between your legs a few times, pulling back just short every time. You bite your lip and dig your nails into his back barely, enough to make him smirk at your frustration though. “Or are you just this needy because I mentioned that obnoxious chicken?” You use your other hand to reach below you, positioning yourself over him. He pulls your hair harder in retaliation to your disobedience, but moves in to kiss you anyway. You know him well enough to know that his patience is not endless either.

When he pulls away you put out your tongue for him, and he spits onto it before pushing his thumb into the mess. It drips down your tongue and onto your chest. “I can’t think about anyone else when I’ve got your cock right there,” you say. He rolls his hips into yours again, and suddenly you decide you’re fed up with any prep you might need. You can go home sore. “Daddy, fill me,” you bite out, resting your forehead on his pulse again and lowering yourself onto him. It’s a very tight fit, you can feel him inching inside you with every laboured breath.

When you’re seated in his lap with a huff, he grabs hold of your knees to pull them up so he can look between your bodies at the way your dripping pussy takes his cock so well. You always do. “Let’s see how long we can go for before Kuroo comes looking for you, princess.”

#ficlet #daisho #haikyuu #hq!!#nohebi #💫ch.daishou #daishou x reader #daishou smut #haikyuu smut #hq!! smut #hq x reader

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undersero · 3 years

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daishou please 🥺🥺🥺

I AM EXCITED TO GET THIS

Warning- this one contains light mentions of consensual degradation and light suggestion of dacryphilia along with mean-ish Daisho for a minute but only for a minute 😊

Much to my amusement, Suguru would be a humongous tease, kind of like Kuroo; there’s no way you’re gonna hurry him or make him slow down. No way.

He’s got that tongue that’s just perfect for licking you open and lips perfect for sucking on your folds and clit. He nudges it with his chin and his nose a lot, making your toes curl every time.

He’s a fuckin talker, too. He’ll make you squirm with little licks and flicks and prods with his fingers for minutes on end with nothing more, and you WHINE. And when you do this? He fucking mocks you.

“Please Sugu”, “I need it”, “I want…”

He’ll repeat everything you say in a high pitched voice, and he’ll tease you, degrade you juuuust enough, just the way you like, to make your cheeks turn red and your eyes turn just the smallest big teary.

And then he is licking at you like you’re the very best ice cream in the world, completely devoted to your pleasure and listening to your every whim, because while he likes to play and mock and be kind of an asshole— he wants you to squirt.

#hq smut #haikyuu smut #Suguru Daisho thirst #Suguru Daisho smut

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the-confessions-of-a-fangirl · 3 years

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TeruDai Smut

Enjoy

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#archive of our own #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #terushima headcanons #terushima yuuji #daishou smut #haikyuu daishou #daisho suguru #terudai

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hajimeskitten · 3 years

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haikyu characters whose cum is 🤌🏽 pt two.

- part one

daichi> mans cum is so thick and sticky, he has a fast body process too. so when you try to suck that big fucking dick in the morning he’ll just be finishing his coffee like 45 min before and that shit is a like bitter but other than that his cum is delicious he lives for eating whipped cream strawberries & this one time he asked could he cum on your strawberries and yk u let him 🥲..

Asahi; big boy loves his veggies and juicing fruit.. his cum his milky VERY and it’s a pretty pearl white you literally wanna swallow his cum all day because there’s no taste really and when there is one it’s GOOD

Kuroo> he runs around the company all day, so he drinks hella water to stay hydrated.. his cum is thick and almost clear.. it doesn’t have a taste but you can’t count how many times you swallow his cum a day. he has so many pictures in his phone of you with a pool of cum in your mouth or on your face

daisho> FUCK mans eat pineapples and cucumbers all day i know it, so that’s exactly what his cum taste like fuck fuck he can’t get enough of cummibg in your mouth. his cum is thick and creamy! pure white you love it on your face and tits.

akkashi; i feel like he’s vegan or vegetarian. now he eats plant based and his cum doesn’t have a taste that’s why you love drinking it.

#smut #anime #haikyuu!!#hq smut #akaashi smut #daichi smut #daisho smut #kuroo smut #happy kitten #kittenpost

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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Kinktober day 1: pet play

Daisho x Reader

-masterlist-

warnings: smut, pet play, kitten kink, daddy kink, fem reader

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: good girls suck cock and go on walks.

Daisho could not fucking wait to get home. He had been away from you for over eight hours. Not even getting to text you. His teammates didn't understand why he was so clingy with you and why what seemed like a normal time apart was eating him up inside. But they didn’t know what was waiting at home for him right now.

He fumbled with his keys, his hands shaking with excitement as he messily shoved the key in the lock and flung the door open. A small gasp left his lips as he saw you. You were knelt perfectly on a red plush pillow at the door for him.

“Look at you kitten-” he squealed, patting your head, resting his hand right in between your cat ears. “What a good kitty I have, I missed you so much,” he gushed. You think seeing you like this every day but he still reacted each time like it was his first. You looked up at him silently pleading for permission to rise from your position. But Daisho wasn’t done admiring you yet. You were wearing a frilly maid-inspired outfit, He ran his fingers over your hair, you took it like a good girl.

“Such a good girl, sitting pretty for Daddy, do you want to go for a walk kitten?” he asked. You perked up at the mention of a walk, your eyes flicking up to his, before dropping again. It was little moments like that that Daisho lived for. You were such a good pet, but sometimes you got so excited you accidentally broke.

You tilted your chin back, proudly showing off your blank neck, waiting. Your collar sat pretty on the top of your shared bookcase, high enough that you couldn’t reach it even if you stood on your own two feet. (it was nice being six foot sometimes) Daisho went behind you and hooked the collar, adjusting it several times to be the right tightness. The collar was soft black lace with a delicate bow and O ring in the center, he could attach your leash too. “Good,” he praised, clicking the guide in place before standing to his full height.

Daisho didn’t need to tug the leash hardly at all for you to trail after him walking on your hands and knees, the rough hardwood floor dug into your palms and legs but you didn’t mind, you were used to it.

He pulled you along around and around the living room slowly enough for you to follow at an easy pace, before long though, Diasho got impatient. He wanted to play with you. He leads you to the couch and sat with his legs spread leaving you enough space to sit on the floor. Kittens weren’t allowed on the furniture.

He stroked your hair, his fingers trailing down the side of your face letting the pad of his thumb brush over your lower lip, gently prying your mouth open so he could press his digit into your mouth. You sucked lightly, running the tip of your tongue over his thumb.

“I missed you so much Kitten,” he said, his voice low and deep. He’d said it once already, but it bore repeating. This time his words carried a different weight to them. It sent a pang of longing through you as if you weren’t horny enough.

You fluttered your eyelashes at him keeping your mouth firmly around his thumb, wishing it was something else. Daisho smirked, a flash of sadism crossing his snake-like features as he pulled the thumb away from you.

“Come here kitten,” he ordered tugging on the leash again with one hand, and patting his lap with the other, obediently you crawled into his lap, straddling his legs. Daisho smiled as he wrapped the leash around his fist keeping you close to him.

“Seems like you missed me too,” he teased, before kissing you, his tongue slipping past your lips he toughed you flush against his body the collar digging uncomfortably into the back of your neck reminding you that you were owned.

Daisho slipped two fingers under the side elastic of your maid panties digging into your skin, feeling the heat that radiated from you, before grabbing a handful of your ass.

“I want to fuck you,” he said bluntly against your mouth, using his leverage to grind your hips down “wanna fuck your little kitten cunt." he pulled you into another passionate kiss dragging your hips back and forth against his thigh until a wet spot formed on your panties before he pushed the fabric to the side running his fingers along your slit pushing his digits inside of your soft pussy.

You clamped down around him keening softly when he started fingering you. You kept still, letting him touch you how he wanted. doing your best to keep your noises under check. Kitties didn’t talk. You gripped his belt pleading at him with your eyes. You wanted to touch him, you wanted him to fuck you already.

“Oh do you want Daddy’s cock Kitty?” he panted. You nodded. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

You squealed as he flipped you, pinning you to the couch, your arms trapped between your chest and the seat. Daisho had a firm grip on the back of your neck holding you down with one hand as he yanked your panties down your legs with the other. You pushed your hips back feeling for his groin, moaning in relief when you felt his heavy cock fall against your entrance.

“You’re so needy, my pretty girl,” he chuckled, teasing the head of his leaking dick against your folds. He pushed into you suddenly, savoring the sharp cry of pleasure you let out feeling him fill you up. If you weren’t so well trained you would have moaned his name. He began thrusting and didn’t let up even when your walls started to flutter around him with your impending orgasm,

“I missed you so fucking much,” he groaned “ I want to feel you cum kitty, I want to feel your kitty cunt cum all over me," you did as he asked, just like a good kitten.

#daishou x reader #daishou x reader smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#kinktober

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