#haikyu!! smut

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: Toru Oikawa x female reader

Requested: no

Genre: smut, female receiving

Warning(s): cunnilingus, figuring, degradation

Summary: Toru eating out his freeuse slut aka you

Word count: 743

Other works

Beta reader: none

disclaimer: this is my first time writing smut, so dont expect it to be stellar (do lemme know if it was good or not)

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus, if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.

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Oikawa was your pretty cute roommate. You both had met during your college days and as dorm partners and had bonded over time. Now, three years after finishing, you both are still going strong as roomies.

He has settled into his big-boy job of playing volleyball full-time, and you have the most boring nine-to-five ever. Although the big-time celebrity he is, plus the wealth that is flowing into his bank, says he is a richie rich dude, but the boy still refuses to move out, and who are you to say otherwise?

Now, the refusal to move has some ulterior motives, but it's not like you were not aware of that. The man is obsessed with you, more like your pussy, so much so that he refuses to let you have a moment of peace in the house when you both are alone.

The fact that neither of you are in a relationship helps a lot in contributing to it, not like a simple boyfriend would stop the man from bending you over in the most obnoxious place and ramming his cock into you, but surely it would create a bit of hindrance, and no one likes those.

To put it in the most simplest from, you are his personal free-use slut; that’s what you are. You could deny it, but you know it as well as he does, that you'd bend in the middle of a crowded street if he wanted you to.

Not like he actually wanted that to happen, but you get the point. So, as a general rule in the house, it is forbidden for you to wear panties or a bra, not like you liked to do so anyways. He liked having access to your pussy at all times of the day so that he could always take you anywhere and everywhere.

 Just like this time, when he came back from the gym all sweaty and thirsty, for your pussy.

Walking into the house, he looks around for you only to find you on the balcony tending to those basil plants you have started growing a few months ago. Leaving his gym bag on the couch, he strides over to you and without a single word, he pushes you towards the railing of the balcony and, bending down, he settles himself between your legs.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he says from between your legs and without letting you answer, he pulls down your shorts to get the view of your glistening pussy, with its puffy lips.

“Did you play with yourself while I was away?” he asks, looking at you, only for you to let out a flustered whine.

“I just edged myself, Toru, I couldn’t cum,” you say, thoroughly flustered.

“Dumb whore can’t even make herself cum without my cock, that’s what you needed, wasn’t it?” he laughs as you vigorously nod.

Without wasting another moment, he dives into your pussy, licking a long stripe of it and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each and every lick it becomes even harder for you to keep your voice lower, eventually your screams pierce through the quite evening, making sure to let all the pedestrians know who is eating you out so well.

Latching his face further into your heat, he adds two fingers inside you and immediately starts curling them. Your essence dripping onto his tongue is like heaven, sweeter than any candy he could ever have.

While letting out lewd breathy moans, you grip his hair hard as he keeps abusing your cunt.

“To-toru, ahh-”

“Yes, scream my name, slut, let the world know who makes you go all dumb over his tongue,” he groans.

“Toru, I’m gonna-”

Before you could complete your sentence, the waves of pleasure hit you harder than anything else. With a loud scream of his name, you come all over his face and like a starved man, he drinks you up till the last drop of your cum is gone and you are shaking with overstimulation.

Emerging from between your thighs, he gives your pussy a quick slap, saying, “I'm gonna go take a shower, I expect you to be naked on your knees beside my bed, slut.”

With that, he is out, leaving you to shakily walk into the house towards his bedroom, because what Toru wants he gets, and you are no one to deny him the pleasure he so politely asked you for.

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a/n: again if you have read till the end do tell me how you liked it, and thanks for reading.

[lovingache]

𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞

𝐭. 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 summary: toru has a praise kink— no, really. that's it. warnings: 18+ only, minors do not interact! | gn!reader, aged up!haikyu!! no y/n, praise (toru receiving), teasing (reader receiving), a hint of overstim (reader receiving), possessiveness, word count: 684 (the haikyu!! brainrot is real, y'all) a/n: yeah, i got nothing to say about this. i stand by this 1000%, that man has a PRAISE KINK!!

ok i was talking about this in some tags but i’m obsessed with the idea that toru melts for praise in bed.

it doesn’t even have to be a full sentence, he’ll take anything you give him and he’ll let it go straight to his cock ego. whether it’s muttered words in between possessive kisses after he’s won a match, a shuddered “t-toru, you feel good, fuck,” or full on praising him while your mouth is full of him, gagging while complimenting him, “mm—fuck, toru you’re so big, c-can’t believe i get to do this to you,” this man will get off to it.

good luck dealing with him when his team loses because he will not stop until he wrings out every last aching compliment from you. it always starts the same with him pouting at you, moaning about how they lost because he didn't read the team right, didn't set right, couldn't get his serves perfect enough.

when you finally kiss him (mainly to shut him up but also because he's your boyfriend and you want to cheer him up), his whole demeanour changes. "ah, thank you, angel," he sighs as he presses another tender kiss against your mouth, relishing how his tongue pressing against yours can make you whimper so easily. you always made him feel like he was the best when he's with you, always so reactive under his touch as if it were the first time.

"i know something i'm always good at though. right, angel?" he says, his voice dropping in a similar way when he's figured out a team's weakness before teasing at your neck and jaw. "something that i know i can always do for you," he murmurs against your skin, his hands roaming your body possessively, chuckling as you shudder beneath him.

he leans close to your ear and whispers, "tell me. how good does just my mouth and hands on you feel hm, angel?" and beams with pride as you stutter out a shaky, "f-feels really good, toru."

heaven help you because the minute he has you pinned to the bed, he’ll lick and suck at all your most sensitive parts, relishing your whimpers and groans as he makes you cum repeatedly. he'll smile up from between your legs as you get more and more drunk on his touch, shuddering and whimpering from the multiple times he's already made you cum.

“was that good, baby? it was, wasn't it," he'll say before working you up dangerously close to the edge again, all while smiling down at you. "tell me. i’m the best you’ve ever had, right?” he says it not as a question but a fact he's merely verifying with you, waiting patiently for you to catch your breath to reply to him as he coos pet names at you. "oh, is my poor baby already fucked out? i haven't actually fucked you yet, angel. god, i guess i really am the best you've ever had."

he pauses as he starts to push himself into you, teasing you with the head of his cock, "no, that's wrong. right, angel?" he stops his movements to further punctuate his point, "i'm the best you'll ever have, right? tell me." he says, growing impatient as you stammer nonsense.

he chuckles lightly, enjoying how drunk you are on the orgasms he's already given you before tsk'ing at you. "c'mon angel, use that pretty little head of yours and tell me the truth, tell me what we both already know. you know i can't fuck you until you tell me," he taunts, mouthing at your neck again as he pushes in ever so slightly.

he only starts to fuck you when you relent, squeaking out a stuttering, “y-yes, god, toru. best i’ve e-ever had— will ever have. please!” his signature charming smile snakes its way across his face as he watches you plead for him, his pride restored as he sees you break beneath him.

he kisses you tenderly as he pushes into you in one satiating motion, filling you completely as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes,

“say it again.”

[honeesucker]

Catching your childhood friend masturbating in the Fukurōdani Academy bathroom during your reunion turns into a marathon you couldn’t have trained for...

Kōtarō Bokuto x Fem!Reader

 Content: all smut, no story.

"Ngh.. nhgg.. f-fuck-"

Bokuto groans while running his large hand up and down the hardened length of his veiny cock, locked in a bathroom stall in his school. He can't help himself when after a few years his feelings for you are still as strong as they were back in high school and seeing you in that black dress hugging the expanse of your body in every place he’s dreamed of kissing... well, he couldn’t help himself.

You had followed after him, noticing him running out of the auditorium at a break-neck speed, and seeing him avoiding all of his friends (and you) made you worry... it was when you heard some strange noises from the boy’s bathroom that you started to think he was crying. Too worried about Bokuto to care about walking into the men's room, you pushed open the door to realize the whimpering sounds you thought you heard wasn’t someone crying... but someone moaning. 

More specifically... moaning your name.

You know you should turn around, leaving him to his private moment... but the familiar sound of Bokuto’s voice heavy with lust and saying your name so sweetly... you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity handed to you on a silver platter. You softly closed the door behind you, and walked as silently as you could to the large end stall, hearing the lewd squelching sounds of him fisting his cock, the image in your mind sending jolts of desire straight to your core as you noticed the stall wasn’t fully closed... he must’ve been in such a hurry he didn’t notice it not lock behind him... and with a shaky hand you pushed open the stall door to see Bokuto with his black button-up shirt buttoned down to the start of his abs, his black slacks and belt undone and around his ankles as a sheen of sweat covered his skin, tears welling unshed in his eyes as he froze, his hand seizing the middle of his large cock as he slowly looked up at you, looking at him. Panic rose in Bokuto’s chest, you could see the moment he almost took his hand off himself, almost started apologizing, crying, begging... but you put a hand up, a gentle look on your face that held him back from speaking.

“Kō...” You say softly, opting to walk into the stall and lock it behind you this time. Bokuto hasn’t moved an inch, his chest heaving from his earlier exertion as he stared up at you wide-eyed. “D-Did... you say my name earlier?”

Bokuto couldn’t answer you, his throat dry and constricting as he tried to swallow his nerves, so he only nodded quickly. A soft, throaty ‘sorry’ leaving him as his tongue swiped across his lips. You take an experimental step forward, looking for any hesitation or lack of desire from him but finding none... you end up directly in front of him as you lean down slightly where he’s seated on a closed toilet, and grasp the spongy head of his cock as his body jolts up and he lets out a strangled moan.

“Do you wanna tell me what you were wanting to do with me?” You ask softly and the question makes Bokuto’s adam’s apple bob harshly as he swallows, nodding slowly as you rub your thumb along the underside of his cockhead, coming up to snag the leaking precum and swirling it as he shudders and sucks in a quick breath beneath you. “Tell me, please...”

“I was...” Bokuto started, weighing his options to tell you or not, worried over your reaction... soon realizing he may not have anything to worry about considering your hand was on his cock alongside his as he slowly started to move his hand back up and down his length. “I was thinking about lifting that dress up over the curve of your ass, bending you over the punch table and fucking you in front of everyone at the reunion.” Bokuto’s words shock you momentarily, but soon you’re smiling down at him, a soft whine leaving him as your hand leaves him, too... but his eyes widen with anticipation as he sees you lift your dress, revealing your glistening folds. He lets out a low growl, as you showed him the way your pussy swallows the black lace thong you were wearing... his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reached forward now with the hand not fisting his cock, gripping into the plush flesh of your hip as he pulled you in between his knees. “Oh... my god...” He breathed, gripping your hip as squeezing with a near-bruising force as he bit his bottom lip, one hand on you, the other pumping his cock more and more.

“Well, as exciting as your fantasy is, Kō... will you settle for bending me over the sink? We can lock the bathro-!” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Bokuto was on you, standing up and cupping your face with both of his hands as he kissed you hungrily. He slowly pulled you back with him as he seated himself down on the toilet again, pulling you into his lap as you stood above his cock, poised to plunge into your dripping hole... and with a small nod of approval from you and your help lowing yourself down onto his cock as the large head spread you open, pushing into your body you heard him groan, throwing his head back against the cool tile behind him.

"Mmm, fuck..." he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you down further onto him. "You feel so fucking good... You can take all of me, can't you?" He begins to thrust his hips upward, meeting your movements with matched intensity. The sound of your moans fills the small bathroom as you both find a rhythm, his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside you. 

“God, Kō... you’re huge... never felt so full before... ah!” Bokuto couldn’t help himself, loving the way you moan and whimper as he thrusts up into you...  groaning with each forceful thrust, relishing in the tight grip of your pussy around his thick, pulsating cock. His hips move with a primal rhythm, pounding into you relentlessly while his hands grip your waist possessively.  

"F-Fuck," he growls, his voice dripping with lust. "I want you to feel every inch of me, stretching you, claiming you as mine. You're taking me so well." Bokuto says before he leans in, biting down on your neck, leaving a mark of his possession as his pace quickens even more, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. The bathroom walls reverberate with the sounds of your bodies colliding and the lewd squelches of your wet connection. Bokuto is so lost in the moment with you as a mix of pleasure and possessiveness fills him... hearing your soft, needy moans and feeling your pussy clenching around him. He takes hold of your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he continues to thrust into you with unrelenting force.

With each thrust, he drives himself deeper into you, the sensation of your tight walls gripping him sending waves of ecstasy through his body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the small bathroom as he picks up the pace, his hips colliding with your ass with increasing force. Bokuto keeps one hand secure on your hip, the other reaching down to find your throbbing clit. His touch is possessive, hungry; his fingers roughly rubbing quick circles against your sensitive nub, intensifying the pleasure and building your orgasm to new heights. He increases the tempo and depth of his thrusts, pounding into your pussy with an almost primal need. His fingers continue to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in a relentless rhythm, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it," his voice is a deep growl, not unlike the delicious groans he lets out as he spikes a ball during one of his matches... "Let go for me. Cum on my cock."

“G-God... Kō , m’gonna cum...!” You cry out as he continues his assault on your body, his cock pounding into your core and his fingers driving you wild with pleasure as he continues his assault on your sensitive clit. The pressure builds inside you, the orgasm threatening to consume you entirely. And when it finally hits, it hits hard. You scream out Bokuto’s name as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body convulsing in ecstasy. The tight grip of your pussy sends Bokuto over the edge as well, his own orgasm ripping through him. He groans loudly, his cock pulsating as he spills his hot load deep inside you. Breathing heavily, he keeps his grip on your hips, holding you close as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through both of your bodies. The sounds of your heavy breathing fill the bathroom, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Breathing heavily, he rests against you for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The pleasure slowly subsides, and he gazes at you with a mix of confusion and adoration.

“We... really just did that...” Bokuto said, sounding a little dumbfounded. “It happened?”

“It happened,” you smiled down at him as you stayed perched in his lap, his softening cock growing hard again buried in your pussy. You cup his face in your hands and lean down to kiss him softly. “It can happen again, if you want...”

[ggoojjoo]

may be a little too soon for a hard thought but-

sucking tanaka off with ice but leaving him with blue balls as soon as noya is calling for him…what happens afterwards will leave you unable to walk for weeks and him ruining you the whole night-

i just know he’d be delirious.

“‘s too much!” you slurred as tanaka kept thrusting his cock into your abused cunt.

“i’m sorry! it just feels too good.” he gasped as his calloused fingers found your swollen clit, pulling an immediate reaction out of you. your back arched off the couch he was fucking you into, and a high-pitched whine fell from your kiss bruised lips.

a deep groan rumbled through his chest as you came for nth time of the night on his cock, your walls fluttering around him. he felt his own orgasm build up, still keeping up with his pace. “ryu, please, please, please, it’s too much!” you gasped and cried as his cock was overstimulating you, numbing your senses. with shaky hands, you tried to push his hand away that was still rubbing your clit, but he wouldn’t budge.

“almost done, princess, almost done.” he whispered in your ear, his orgasm just a hairs breadth away. and with a few more powerful thrusts, he came, finally. your jaw fell slack as his pressed himself inside you as much as possible, shooting his cum deep inside you. suddenly, his hands pushed the backs of your knees up and tugged them close to your chest. “don’t want anything to go to waste.” he sighed, a wide smile on his face as he watched your walls flutter around him, clit throbbing.

[nenchainzz]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 + 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤

Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: exhibitionism lowkey, a bit of power play ig (iwaizumi is your superior), make-outs, neck kissing, some dry humping, size kink, vaginal sex, sorta pleasure dom!iwaizumi, pulling out, and cumming on your stomach

Word Count: 1.0k

You know that fucking your superior is wrong. You know that. But how could you resist a man like him? He’s handsome, intelligent, respectful, he’s the whole package.

It all started when you two were alone in the nursing room after the volleyball players were done with their practice. You two were supposed to clean up and go home for the day. However, you two began talking while sitting on a patient table, which turned to flirting, leading to lengthy hand touches. Culminating in him kissing you, and you couldn’t resist him after that. His kiss was sweet but passionate. He didn’t want to push you to do more if it made you uncomfortable. He was okay with just the kiss, but you clarified that you wanted more.

“Iwaizumi,” you breathed after his short, sweet kiss.

“Yes?” he inquired.

“Don’t hold back,” you told him. “Kiss me more.” His smile made your heart jump in your chest. He grabs your hips and brings you up onto his lap. His strength and ease made you flustered, which he easily picked up on.

“You’re so cute, all nervous,” he complimented. The two of you began kissing again, and his lips even traveled down to your neck, leaving little bites of pleasure. You couldn’t help but grind on his lap as he kissed you. His presence was so intoxicating. You clutched at his hair and shoulders as his kisses led down to your clothed chest. He looked up at you before doing anything more. “Can I take it off you?” He gestured to your shirt. You chuckle.

“If you want, I can take everything off,” you offered.

“Well, that does make things easier,” he replied. The two of you leave each other’s embrace for a minute so the two of you can strip. When you see Iwaizumi without his clothing on, it’s even better than you could have imagined. His buff shoulders are broad, and his biceps are as big as any of the sports players you treat throughout the day. God, he was so hot. He notices you staring at him, and he can’t help but feel flattered. He retakes hold of your hips and helps you back up on the patient table. “You’re sexy as well, Y/N,” he praised you while joining you atop the table. He settled above you, and you could truly appreciate his size now. Your small hands found his arms and gripped them as he leaned down to kiss your bare chest. His tongue licked every part of you he wanted, making you shudder.

“Iwa-Iwaizumi,” you stuttered out. “I want you.”

“Here, right now?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” you begged.

“Alright, since you’re begging ever so sweetly,” Iwaizumi said. “I’ll prep your first for my–”

“There’s no need,” you admitted.

“Hmm? No?” he questioned. “You’re that wet already then?” You nodded in embarrassment. “You’re that wet from making out?” He kissed your shoulder as he questioned you.

“Ye-yes,” you confessed. You heard him chuckle.

“That’s so hot,” he told you. He raised himself up and positioned himself so his cock sat just before your pussy. You gripped his shoulders, ready for his incoming movements to help ground yourself and spread your legs for him. He finally thrust into you, and his cock stretched your pussy so perfectly. His groan from above you was nothing compared to your moans. “How fast do you want me to go?” he asked. You caught your breath before answering him.

“You pick,” you told him. You wanted him to ruin you in whatever way he wanted.

“Alright,” he agreed, moving his hips in a slower rhythm than you were expecting. He wanted you to get used to his girth before he ruined you. His thrusts were calculated and meant to pleasure you as much as they were to satisfy him. You moaned and dragged your fingernails along his toned back, scratching against his muscles. His eyes were trained on you, watching your every reaction. “Feels good?” He asked.

“Yes, f-feels amazing,” you praised him. You watched his giant frame flex and cater towards you, making you become hotter by the second.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “Your pussy feels so good.” His thrusts become quicker, and his hips slammed into yours, forcing your body down onto the cushioned table. You cried out at the feeling of his cock going deeper into you. His cock head split you open even more. The cushioned table began moving at the pace of Iwaizumi’s thrusts, making the whole thing shake and smack into the tiled floor.

“Mm! Ah!” you screamed. The sound of Iwaizumi’s cock against your wet pussy fills the room along with your sounds. Iwaizumi’s grunts are harsh and jagged while his breaths fan your neck. His green eyes lulled a dark color as his thrusts began to become erratic as his orgasm was approaching.

“Fuck,” he cursed again. “‘M getting close.” He leaned down and kissed you while his cock began twitching within you. Your cries were swallowed by Iwaizumi’s lips, which molded against yours perfectly.

Before Iwaizumi came, he pulled out of your pussy and fucked his fist before cumming all over your stomach. His warm cum dripped down to your lower abdomen and drenched your thighs, making a mess on your body.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for there to be that much of a mess,” Iwaizumi apologized, seeing how much of his cum landed on your frame. “I’ll clean you up.”

“Don’t worry, I like your cum on me,” you told him. He kissed you again and after got off the table to find you a clean washcloth. When he did, he returned to you and washed off the mess he made on you.

“You were amazing for me,” he complimented. You couldn’t help but smile sweetly from his words.

“As much as I would love to stay here longer, we should probably get going before the night cleaners find us,” Iwaizumi told you.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed, and he helped you off the table by giving you his hand. The two of you dressed quickly and left the treatment center. And before you parted ways, you had one more thing to tell your superior. “Next time, Iwaizumi, you don’t have to pull out. I’d rather have your cum inside me.”

“I like the sound of that promise,” he said.

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭

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[oldfruitloop]

fck September (a September baby the 29 so wish me happy birthday) 😌 ITS KINKTOBER!! where’s my monsterfucking breeding fics?! ⏱️😒

[moongumi]

⁀➷ ∵  ❝ why the fuck are you here? ❞

suna x fem!reader

⟶ cw. dickhead!suna, enemies, volleyball player!suna, college/uni!au, shit talking, drunk people, drinking, handjob, oral (m), voyeurism, public sex, sloppy seconds, unprotected sex, riding, ft. atsumu + more

⟶ note. unedited for now

typically you wouldn't find yourself amongst these kinds of people. definitely not a large group of overly attractive college volleyball players. random girls gawked when they walked through the door.

your friend had to go and get herself a jock boyfriend from a different school and drag you with her. "you're my best friend you have to come, i'll be real sad if you don't." you'd rather be home watching random shows on your laptop and drinking than this, but at least there was alcohol–lots of it, the boys are also paying so win win.

you were daunting seeing a specific person. somehow even within this new friend group you're forced into, you've already made an enemy.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" his voice is quiet over the others singing to a random kpop song in the middle of the room. you hide in the leather seats at the back, darkly lit hoping no one would come and bother you as you chug cocktails.

you scoff, "the fuck are you, who invited you?"

"no, who invited you?" rintaro sneers, looking around as if you knew no one.

you rolled your eyes pointing at your bestfriend singing her heart out with osamu, "my bestfriend, it's her birthday? idiot." your words are slurred and messy. rin's face barely noticeable in the neon swirling lights that blinked and flashed across his face, his really pretty but annoying face.

"whatever." he sits himself next to you, having a drink. it seemed to be completely vodka, it stinks like it. but you can't even tell what colour it was, the room was covered in a sheen of rainbow. "your friend's party and you're not partying, very like yourself."

"shut up, i hate karaoke."

rin chuckles, "tsk, i can at least agree to that. but you look fucking miserable."

"that obvious?" you rolled your eyes, finishing off another drink. you weren't keeping count but picked up the tablet to continue to order more, maybe something in a big pint or jug.

rin had other ideas, he rips the tablet off you. tossing it over his leg to the other side. his thighs in those really tight cargos scrape your bare legs only covered by tights and a tight black skirt. "you've had enough."

"who the fuck are you to say that?"

rin runs a hand through his hair. shrugging. god, he annoys you. "at least don't fucking blackout on your friend's birthday."

you groaned loudly, throwing your head back. rin shifts his weight, somewhat trying to cover up his crotch from your view but it was beyond late. you noticed it already, you can see it very clearly.

you laughed. now at this distance you can see the hue in his cheeks darken. "why are you hard, rin."

"shut the fuck up." he hisses out your name, looking around as if anyone would hear. whoever was singing right now was practically shrieking, their voice could fucking cut glass.

his palm pushes the middle of his pants down. his eyes flicker towards yours. you lay comfortably in the large sofa. knees up to your chest, that skirt had risen all the way exposing your cheeks. your top had a boob window and fuck, he tries so hard to not stare.

the way you look at him, mocking, teasing him. fucking annoying yet so hot. the light flashes, he sees you bite your lip and smirk at him.

"only virgins get hard over a little moan like that." his face doesn't change when you say that. and it clicks. "you're fucking virgin–rintaro suna, my god, you're joking."

god, he wanted to choke you out, make you shut up. your plump lips echoing out your laughter, making his ears itch. his lips twitch and he reaches for your neck and grasps it.

his lips skim your ear, "shut up before i make you."

"what exactly are you threatening me with, rin. i enjoy a bit of choking when i'm being fucked if i'm honest." your drunk self just exposing your kinks right infront of him. his eyes widen, his cock twitches. fuck, what the fuck.

maybe it was because you were drunk that he was finding you hot. no, you were talking shit like always but, it felt different this time. his erection presses into your knee, bending it towards you more.

"rin." you teased, feeling some sort of way. maybe it was the power you had over him right now, it seemed like you could do whatever you wanted right now. you reach for his bulge, feeling the size. "oh, hefty boy, huh?"

"sh–shut, u-up." he chokes, taking his bottom lip between his teeth holding back his groans.

alcohol seemingly always made you horny. "take your pants off, let me see it."

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he's whiny, complaining a lot. even if your throat was choking on his cock. "holy fuck, you're a lot hotter when you can't talk."

"s–shut, your–fucking mouth," you mumble through breaths as you bobbed your head on his wet shaft.

his mouth parts, letting out breathy grunts as he lays over the couch with you between his legs. his head rests on the armrest. he's only got his pants half off, maybe he was worried someone would see but everyone was too drunk to even notice what was happening right behind them. to be fair, the table was covering what you were doing to him, anyone else could really only see rin's head and your ass in the air.

"you're lasting a while for a virgin." you admit, stroking his cock, feeling the ridge of his cockhead as you did whilst your lips took a break.

rin groans, his fingers threading into your scalp, "can you just keep going and shut your mouth again."

"rude," you grunt, lazily pumping him in annoyance.

rin picks up his head, noticing this. his fingers pull on the base of your hair making you look up at him, "please?"

you liked that, you've never heard it before. "sorry what? can't hear you, pretty boy."

he hisses, when you tighten your grip. his cock wet with precum and drool. "please, keep sucking me off."

"good boy."

it doesn't take long, he's louder now. gripping harder and begging for it. "hmfp, please, please–fuck, let me cum in your mouth, fuck."

you chuckle to yourself, flattening your tongue more and taking him deeper as a signal. he thrusts real hard, a few ruts and he busts his load down your throat. a lot of it.

you wipe the corner of your lips, "first time?"

"something like that." he zips his pants, tucking his lips between his teeth again. he can't meet your eyes.

you grab his cheeks in your hand, squeezing the red apples between your fingers, "cute. lots of cum, typical of a virgin."

"fuck you."

a slow clap is heard from behind and you snap your head towards it. atsumu sits in the corner box of the sofa, "i'm so fucking glad i saw the entire thing. you got your panties all wet, hm?"

you grin, turning towards him, "oh ops, help me out then, 'tsumu?"

atsumu's lips curled into a wide smile, so pretty. "fuck, yea, hop on."

if only you could see the look on rin's face right now. full of fucking jealousy. god he hates you. he hates how you made him feel since the first day he saw you. he hates how all the boys think you're cute. he hated you more knowing you've fucked some of them, before fucking him. he always wanted it to be him.

mostly he hated himself how he couldn't get the guts to just act like his friends, casually ask for sex like that. he hates being a virgin. he hates how they're so dominate with you yet he loved it when you were calling him cute, pretty and especially calling him a good boy. fuck.

he had to just sit there and watch his friend fuck you, his cock growing angrier the more you bounced on atsumu's thick cock–moaning out his name and kissing him. he fucks you so well, rin only hopes he could do the same if given the chance.

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[kacchans-cockslut]

-MDNI-

Head empty. Just thoughts of sitting on Iwaizumi’s lap on the subway because there’s no more seats.

Him wrapping his arms around your waist so you don’t fall off from the sharp stops and starts.

Hajime squeezing you tighter when you move too much.

Slowly feeling him harden beneath you.

And when it gets too much for him, as to not draw attention to the two of you, he starts subtly and slowly rutting up into you.

Running to his house and soon as the subway doors open because he can’t wait to fuck you until you pass out.



[babubabibambam]

Can i request a soft dom Takeda with an insecure fem reader that has a praise kink? 👉👈

I’m assuming you mean takeda from hq^^ if it’s not him pls inform me anon<33

With everything that’s been going on with your life, your stress levels had increase, thus you’ve been stress eating. Which adds even more stress since you’ve been gaining weight. So of course you’re observant lover has a plan on how to fix that.

Your lover was a soft and a gentle man who’s always observing you. He always cheers you up and comfort you.

Currently he has your bare back against his bare chest. His legs between yours to make sure it stays open, exposing your pretty little lips. His fingers slowly runs from your clit as it occasionally slips into your hole. “See love? No matter from what angle you’re so beautiful.” He says to you lovingly as he nibbles your ears playfully, his other free hand roams around your waist and breasts. You could only blush and look away from the mirror, which of course makes Takeda slightly annoyed. He gently uses the free hand to turn your head towards the mirror.

“Be a dear and look at the mirror hm? Look at how cute and good you’re being for me…” He trails off as he places a finger into your mouth. “Can my good girl suck my finger?” He asks in a playful tone, loving how you shyly nod as you began to suck softly on it. “What a good girl… God you’re driving me crazy.” He says in a raspy voice, swallowing his saliva as he wishes what you were sucking was his dick mot finger.

“T-takeda, want your…” You stopped midway as you press back against his throbbing and leaking member. He lets out a chuckle as his eats slightly blushed. “You’re going to be the death of me you know that? Of course you do… my little bunny is just so smart and good afterall.” He plants butterfly kisses all over your face to your neck as he positions you to face towards him. Gently cupping your face as he pulls you in for a sweet and sincere kiss.

“I’m not stopping until you see how beautiful you are to me my love.” He breaks away for a moment to line himself up, as he enters into your tight cavern, he kisses you once again. This time with more lust and need.

I hope that this was good enough!

[c1nnam00n]

me trying not to smile from the fanfic i just read

[tsukiboo]

let’s reverse the script a lil shall we? let’s imagine him tying your hands behind your back when he’s eating you out….his arms wrapped around your thighs leaving you helplessly trapped in this sick game of him over stimming you till you can’t anymore (or till he’s done which ever comes first).

it was cute after the first time he made you cum but after what seemed like the fourth, tears couldn’t help but fall from your eyes as you begged him that it was just “t-too much” but you weren’t too convincing when your hips were bucking into his face when you were just so close to cumming again, leaving you whiny and breathless after each time. —

“f-fuck.. i c-can’t please” your voice not even sounding like your own anymore, desperate to run your hands through his soft hair to pull him even closer despite your words. “let me touch you.. promise I’ll b good”

his groan in response was clear that he didn’t wanna stop, nor did he plan to. but how could he just say nothing to that cute voice of yours? he was pussydrunk not a bully— “in a minute baby, in a minute” his eyes locked on your swollen clit that his lips desperately wanted to suck. thumb rubbing circles on your inner thigh his eyes giving away at how full blown out on lust he was, you were too fucking pretty for words.

“just keep sitting there looking pretty for me” placing a kiss where his thumb once was as his head dove back down placing a kiss on your clit “so so fucking pretty”

reversed ver here

gojo, getou, toji, atsumu, bokuto, armin, jean, (y’all know i had to add eren cmon), reiner… sakusa, KAGEYAMA!!, osamu ofc, aran, dazai me thinks, CHUUYAAA, sae itoshi, and any of ur favs obvi

[lovingache]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 summary: “𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.” warnings: 18+ only, minors do not interact! | aged up!haikyu verse (karasuno is a university), no y/n, raw piv sex, d/s dynamics (dom!kageyama, sub!reader), teasing, he spanks you like once, hair pulling, praise— he talks a lot in this lol, possessiveness, porn with a hint of plot names used: angel, good girl, precious girl, baby, tutor, word count: 2.2k a/n: oh boy, this one really got away from me in a lot of ways. i had the idea that we’d just follow tobio and reader on their first tutoring session and it’d be some sort of hot, sweet encounter but the idea of immediately jumping into things was too fun to let go. plus, it gave me an excuse to skip the whole "getting to know tobio" bit and save some time. i still may do the first encounter if people are interested but yeah— have fun!

You whine as he thrusts deep inside you again, the loud squelch filling the small study room obscenely as he bends you over the table. “T-Tobio, fuck.” The table creaks in time with his thrusts, and you feel your cheeks heat as you hear the noise.

He grunts as he hears the sweet noises you make and grips your hips so hard you know there’ll be bruises the next day. “I know, angel. I know I’m big. Just, fuck— just take it, okay?” He mutters, voice husky and dripping with his evident arousal. He groans as he feels you twitch around him, your already tight heat gripping him even more, and has to bite a knuckle to make sure he doesn’t fucking cum instantly.

He loves this moment, when you go from the strict tutor making sure he’s on top of his essays for this goddamn course, to his sweet toy. If he knew tutoring with you would be like this, he would’ve begged you long ago.

He leans forward, taking your hair in one hand and circling your neck with his other, and yanks you up to whisper into your ear, “Christ, you are just so reactive, aren’t you? So good at taking my cock. You’re such a good girl for me, for letting me have this. Fuck,” His voice is laced with a mix of adoration and hunger as he watches you with a keen eye, drawing back to fuck into you with deep, hard strokes. "So sweet for letting me fuck this tight, wet pussy," he drawls as he times his thrusts to punctuate his words.

He knew you well enough to realize that you rarely let yourself be vulnerable with anyone, let alone this exposed, gasping and moaning as he drives his cock in and out of you. It’s what attracted him to you to begin with and called him to sit beside you the first day he walked into that lecture hall. He knew the feeling too well and, ever since you agreed to be his tutor, he was determined to wring out every last aching drop of vulnerability from you.

Another whine escapes you as he runs his teeth over the shell of your ear. He’s fucking you in earnest now, the room feeling impossibly hot as the only sounds that you can register are of skin slapping on skin, his growled words, and your whimpers. You tighten around him as he hits a particular spot relentlessly, forcing out needy moans from you, and he chuckles.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" He grunts, his voice low and rough as he keeps his pace. "You're so, fuck," He's cut off as you clench around him again, his voice drawing out the reaction from your body almost instinctively. "So fucking cute. Such a good tutor. Such a good fucking girl," He mutters, the pleased undertone clear as he grips your hips again and watches you claw at the table as you careen toward your orgasm.

"Want you moaning my fucking name when you cum," He says, slow and deliberate, as he hits the same spot repeatedly. "Want the people outside this building to know my name by the time I'm done with you, angel," He rasps as he slaps your ass, the sharp sting only bringing you closer to the edge.

"Fuck, fuck— Tobio," You mewl, your voice ragged and pathetic, and it makes him chuckle. "Tobio, 'm gonna cum, fuck. Tobio, please!" You beg, and he smiles, pleased with your desperation.

"Aw, asking for permission? That's so sweet. We haven't even talked about that yet. I guess you just love it when I use you like this, huh?" He coos, his voice dripping with condescension, and he doesn't let up his pace as you stay on the edge— so close to teetering over.

He hums. "I guess you have been a good girl and helped me get my grades up. Tell me, princess, do you think you deserve to cum on my cock?" He asks, leaning into the control you've so effortlessly given him. It pisses you off how put together he still sounds.

"Y-Yes, please," You cry, babbling nonsense as he keeps you still. "Please, please, Tobio," you beg, desperate and aching for release as he circles your clit with one hand. Your body's on fire, and your legs start to shake from holding back. "Please," you whisper.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, angel," He says, his satisfaction leaking from his words. "It's okay." He lowers himself down, chest flush with your back, "You can cum. Go ahead. You can do that for me, right?" He whispers as he sucks a mark into your neck.

Your legs nearly give out from the relief you feel hearing him permit you to cum, gasping as your eyes flutter and your orgasm tears through you, "Fuck! Oh my fucking god."

He groans as he feels you clench around him, muttering your name as he fucks you through your orgasm steadily. He turns your head so he can kiss you; the feel of his tongue searing into you is intoxicating even in the state you're in, and you sigh. He pulls away only slightly and chuckles, "Not god, angel. Tobio. You know the rules. You need to say my name, or I'll stop fucking you."

You repeat his name as the aftershocks of the orgasm ripple through you, and he responds with a pleased hum. You whine as he pulls out of you before flipping you over onto the table, his eyes raking over your body as if it were the first and last time he'd ever get to see you like this. He strokes himself in front of you, a cocky smirk tracing its way across his face as he lines himself up with you again, the head of his cock teasing your throbbing clit. "Aw, it's okay, angel. Here, I'll put it back in since you're so needy for it," he grunts as he shoves himself inside you again, savouring the mewl you let out as he hits an even deeper spot inside you.

It’s been a few weeks of this since Tobio begged you to tutor him. At first, you weren’t too sure about helping him since you only knew him as your constantly late-for-class desk mate, but the way his voice sounded, the set of his eyebrows, and the intensity of his gaze on you as he asked convinced you otherwise.

It started innocently enough with the two of you meeting for late-night sessions to accommodate his hectic volleyball schedule. It took a lot of work to convince the library to let you book a room so late when no other staff would be present to supervise, but your reputation as a stellar student helped secure a study room.

For the first few weeks, it was standard tutoring, all above board (and above the belt), but you could tell he was getting bored doing the same routine over and over: readings, summary, thesis development, and essay writing. You felt bad for him, knowing he was already outside his comfort zone, and wanted to find a way to make things more exciting.

“Tobio, I was thinking,” You propose one night. “Maybe we should integrate some sort of reward system. You’ve been keeping up the past few weeks, but I want to help you do well in this class— not just scrape by. What do you think would motivate you?” You ask, cocking your head to the side as you sit beside him.

You knew you were in trouble when his face went from his usual stern expression to a sly grin. “Well, now that you mention it…” He starts, gauging your expressions as he proposes a kiss each time he gets above 80% on his essays. He relishes how your eyes widen slightly, noting the immediate blush on your cheeks as you stutter beneath his gaze.

“I-I don’t—” You start to say, but he cuts you off.

“You don’t think I notice the way you look at me? How you stare at my hands when I’m writing something?” He taunts, a smirk resting on his face.

He leans in closer, your breaths mingling from your proximity, and you can smell his cologne mixed with the scent of his skin—warm and inviting, unlike his calculating image. “You mean to tell me you haven’t noticed how I look at you?” he whispers, his eyes challenging you to deny the simple fact that you were both attracted to each other.

He brushes a stray strand of your hair, and you shiver as he says your name, low and steady. “You can’t lie to me. I can read you like a book,” he murmurs, his eyes filled with equal parts desire and adoration.

That’s how you ended up in this situation week after week, gasping and groaning underneath him. His grades, to your absolute delight and his sly satisfaction, have taken a sharp turn and improved—so much that even your professor commended the two of you for your “steadfast partnership.”

He holds your face with one hand while keeping your legs spread with the other, calling you back to the moment. “Is my baby already fucked out of her mind? C’mon, angel,” he murmurs, eyeing the blooming mark on your neck as he thrusts into you even deeper as if punctuating his statement. “Can’t get cockdrunk already, precious girl. I’m not nearly done with you yet," he says as he leans in close and sucks another mark on your neck above the first one, and his eyes gleam with satisfaction as you roll your head to the side to give him better access.

He pulls back with a muttered "Good girl," as he trails the hand that was on your face down to your chest, palming at the soft flesh there and pinching your hardened nipples before snaking his hand underneath your shirt, hissing as he grabs handfuls of you. “Fuck,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good in my hands.”

He pushes the shirt up and over you, throwing it to the side where he threw your skirt earlier, as he undresses you completely. "So pretty, angel. Such a pretty girl. All for me, right?" He asks though it doesn't sound like a question as his eyes flutter.

You nod, "Y-Yes, Tobio. All for you, only for you," and, fuck, if that doesn't just get him so fucking close. The way you're lying down, spread open for him, repeating that you're only his and his alone, makes him fold your legs up to your chest as he plows into you even deeper.

"Fuck, yes. Only for me, always," he grunts, his cock moving in and out of you mercilessly as he chases his own high. "Tell me again, angel, fuck— tell me you want me to cum inside of you," he says, voice hoarse with need as his hips start to stutter.

"Yes, please, Tobio. Want you, only you. Want you to cum inside of me, please? I need it deep inside of me so bad," You whine helplessly as he circles your clit again, the overstimulation causing you to shake beneath him as he forces you to the edge with him.

"Such a good girl," he whispers, and you can tell he's close. "Such a good fucking girl. You're gonna cum for me again," he says, demanding another orgasm from you. "You're gonna cum then I'm gonna pump you full of my cum, you understand me?" he asks as his thrusts become more erratic, fingers circling you even faster.

You nod, breathless, as you feel yourself get close again, and you grip onto him as you cum, back arching off of the table as you hear him groan your name from above. He thrusts one last time, deep and hard as he cums, holding you still and open as you shiver feeling his warmth seep into you.

He kisses you softly then, his hand cradling your face like it's the most precious thing in the world and your heart flutters despite your blissed-out state. He takes a deep breath before pulling away, touching your forehead with his, "You did so well. Such a good girl for me for taking that so well. Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

You hum as you run your hand through his hair, the afterglow hitting you hard. "'m great, Tobio, don't worry. You didn't go too hard or anything. I told you, I'd tell you if it was too much," you reply, watching as his eyes relax with relief.

"I know, I know," he murmurs, placing soft kisses on your lips. "Just.. I can get carried away. I can be too intense sometimes," he admits as he pulls out of you and helps you get dressed, his hands so gentle and delicate with you now.

You snort, "Sometimes? Try all the time, Kageyama." You tease him, and he can't help but laugh with you.

"Alright, alright, all the time," he concedes, picking up the scattered pens, pencils, and notebooks on the ground before placing them on the table.

He watches you keenly as you sit beside him, shivering still from what's just happened, and smiles as he puts an arm over your shoulders and hugs you close to him. He kisses your forehead with a satisfied hum.

"So that's my reward for getting 100%, huh?"

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[hxltic]

imagine bokuto fucking you so good from behind

you’re laid flat on your stomach, where he has two large hands digging into the small dip of your back. He’d already fucked you out, so now with every dragged curl of his hips, it feels ten times longer. He’d go slow before increasing speed.

Sweat is dripping down your body and wetting your hair. He does that lopsided full grin of his and brushes his own sweat droplets from his forehead, before shifting weight completely to his palms and slamming down almost fully parallel to your body. You were pinned. Your walls tugged against the length of him, massaging his cock in a way no fist can. You were tight but so fucking wet, and with every slap of his forgotten balls you get closer and closer to what,, your 4th orgasm?

“H-ah fuck! Oh m’god Ko-“

The bed rocks with every roll, your chin slowly falls with the weight of your head, and your eyes droop inconsistently. You start to mumble to no one into the covers.

“Mmph, fills s’gud,” you’d whine.

“Just hold out for me alright baby? You’re takin’ it like a fucking champ.”

He adjusts one hand to disperse along the whole portion of your back, allowing him to grab one arm and fold it into his hold. He copied the movements for the other while your hips naturally rise. You, him, and the bed bullied the supporting wall together, causing scratch marks of dark grey to stain it. With the loss of cognizance, you didn’t notice how he wasn’t as horizontal anymore, but was pressed more on his knees. The strength he even has to do that is insane— and honestly, you wish you could admit it—but you were too distracted by the slight upward angle this entailed.

If your eyes weren’t rolled back, they were now. Your jaw hung slack when they first shot wide, portraying on your face the exact feeling of ecstasy that ran through your veins. Bokuto noticed how you became stagnant for just a split second. Idle, even.

You then shivered and shook as you sporadically pushed your hips back in an escape. Of course, this was futile with no arms.

“H-Oh my fucking god Kotarō,” your voice was higher than he’d ever heard it.

He just roughed you up towards him, grabbing you by the fat of your ass connecting to your hips, and slipped himself back in like nothing happened. When you tried to wiggle away, you successfully got him to let one hand loose, but the consequence was that one shoulder was on the bed and the other wasn’t, so now your neck was craning to look at him by the side in doggy.

Thrusting into you in a new position where there was nothing left of his dick to see, you could’ve screamed. There was no buildup or anything, he hit the same spot about twice a second, but you were out of energy. In this moment he sacrificed speed for power. With a mindless, animalistic groan, you pushed against him from inside and came. The mixed-haired man smiled once white started to peek out whenever he thrusted. Your ass stained red along with your tightly held wrist.

So you laid there and took it all instead, half mentally here and half not. He only laughed that boisterous laugh from behind you and forced your hips down. They’d ricochet off, then return with momentum. It was hot and wet, a lewd scene with your mixed sounds and his loud grunts. And you know when Bokuto wants something, he goes all out.

He knew you knew the safe word, and he knew you knew when to use it; therefore, he’d fuck you until you could barely think. You loved it.

He’d taunt, “You tryna run away?”

“Hummph”

“sorry babe, what was that?”

“n’mm.”

“close enough.” he concludes breathlessly.

[hoejosatoru]

Bokuto doesn’t know his own strength. He loves to lay himself right on top of you, pressing you into the mattress or couch. You love it, though, the warmth and weight of him. It’s soothing and your favorite way to cuddle. Even if it is a little hard to breath.

Bokuto is not fully oblivious to his size. He knows he has to prep you well to take him and he always does. Foreplay is never, ever skipped by him. He loves fingering your pussy, stretching it on his long, thick fingers. They’re rough from years of playing volleyball, but it only makes his touch more arousing. He’s not happy until you’ve cum as least twice around his fingers. 

Bokuto’s strength is never more apparent than when he’s fucking you. Even with his dutiful work to make you ready for him, your pussy still stings with stretch every time he pushes into you. It’s a good kinda sting though, one that makes you bite your lip and your back arch off the bed. 

Bokuto knows he should go slow. And he tries. He really, really tries. But the second he bottoms out in your sweet pussy he’s like a man possessed. He can’t stop himself from fucking into you with all he’s got. Each of his heavy, deep thrusts felt throughout your whole body. When his head isn’t thrown back moaning, because yes he is so vocal, he loves watching your tits bounce with each snap of his hips.

Bokuto being a pro athlete means that he is not only strong, but has an unbreakable stamina. Your pussy is sensitive and throbbing from multiple orgasms and he’s still fucking into you with no end in sight. “You feel amazing pretty girl.” He’s watching his cock slide in and out of you, loving how his dick looks covered in your slick arousal. 

Bokuto buries his face into your neck when he’s close. He babbles through his orgasm, pussy drunk and half delirious. “So- fuck- so good angel. Gonna fill you up. Love you so much. So, so much.” His cum is hot and thick, making you feel impossibly full. You love it, racking your nails down his back just like he likes while he empties himself inside you. 

Bokuto is also amazing with aftercare. He always gets a warm towel to clean you up. If you got particularly messy, he will carry you to the shower and clean you off. He’s so sweet and gentle with this part, peppering you with kisses every chance he gets. And, of course, when he’s done he’s climbing right on top of you to cuddle.

[ravenslvt]

fucking your ex boyfriend in the bathroom of a party.

☆ multiple x f!reader ☆

cw: smut, mirror sex, public sex, rough sex, hate sex (sort of), tension, alcohol, oral f! receiving, v fingering, spanking, pet names, praise, sex with feelings, unprotected sex

you don’t know how your bestfriend managed to rope you into coming to this party, all you did know is you wanted to get plastered while she found someone to hook up with.

you held onto her for dear life as you made your way through groups of people. mostly strangers, but you saw some familiar faces. you started to feel a bit nervous when you noticed some eyes roaming your outfit. maybe you should’ve worn a longer skirt…

your bestfriend’s eyes immediately spotted a pretty girl across the room, she gives you an apologetic smile. you roll your eyes.

“just go” you sigh. at least someone would be getting some action tonight. you make your way to the kitchen where there were bottles apon bottles layed out on the counter. you grab one of the disposable cups, pouring yourself a mixed drink before downing it. the liquor bringing a comforting burn down your throat.

suddenly, you felt a cold chill in the room. you look around, there were no windows or doors open. until finally, your eyes immediately draw to a pair of familiar ones. oh great, he’s walking over. you turn around, pretending you didn’t notice him, hoping he’ll walk past you.

“oh, c’mon. acting like you didn’t see me?” he leans against the counter next to you, a drink in his own hand. fuck, he still wore the same cologne. the smell almost made you dizzy. he was wearing an unfamiliar jacket, it looked new.

his name rolls off your tounge in a harsh greeting, taking another swig of your drink. he gives a lopsided smile. “still mad at me, pretty?” he takes your empty cup, refilling it for you the way he knew you always liked it. you give him a glare. he puts his arms up in defense. his body looked bigger, more defined. he was clearly working out more since you two broke up.

you snatched your cup back. if you were going to be forced into this conversation, you might as well be drunk.

“why are you here?” you ask, your eyes never leaving his own. he was drawing you in without even trying.

“i was invited. why are you here?” he pokes your shoulder with his pointer finger.

you just point to your best friend across the room, who was now making out with the cute girl from earlier. he huffs out a small chuckle. “that girl never rests, does she.” he comments. you just shake your head, “no she does not.” you sigh, another swig.

his eyes go back to you. more specifically, your outfit. you had a new top on, he’d never seen it before. he’d have remembered seeing such a pretty shirt on you before. and of course, you wore your favorite mini skirt. the one he always loved you wearing.

“this is cute, wear this for me hmm?” he smirks, his fingers playing with the bottom hem of the skirt. you swat his hand. he was the one who bought it for you. almost fucking you in the dressing room when you tried it on after doing a little spin for him.

“no… i just had nothing else to wear.” your face flushes. you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or from the fact you were both thinking about the times you’d sit on his lap in this skirt, panties off while you bounced on his cock.

god, he loved that skirt.

you could feel yourself clench around nothing just thinking about it. he gets a little closer when he notices your flushed state, his fingers drumming against the table filled with alcohol. his damned fingers that knew every part of your body.

ok, you were definitely a little drunk, or maybe you were just stupid.

your back slams against the door of the bathroom, the blasting music muffled from the small enclosed room.

your lips met in a hungry, bruising kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. his large hands gripped your waist, your head forced against the wood. he moves one of his hands to shove between your thighs under your skirt, his fingers digging into your panties, making you whine into his mouth when he pinches your clit.

“fuck, this wet already? missed me that much, sweetheart?” he mumbles into your mouth, pulling away to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs with his free hand. of course you wore your favorite panties, the ones he bought especially for you. the sight made him groan.

“i’m not your-“

“i wasn’t talking to you.” he stares directly at your slick pussy. great, now he was talking straight to your cunt.

you look at him with glossy eyes as he kneels down, kissing down your thighs. you hook your fingers into the waistband of your skirt, but he gives your thigh a slap. “keep it on. i wanna see you get fucked in this pretty little skirt again.” he practically growls as he gives your thighs a few more kisses and bites, marking you up.

“want everyone to see you still belong to me.” he sucks marks into your upper thighs, placing a few where your little skirt couldn’t cover.

you mewl his name when his tounge delves into your sopping pussy, his fingers pulling your folds apart to get more access. your hands grip his hair for some stability as he laps you, his tounge switching from flicking your sensitive clit to prodding at your tight hole.

he replaces his mouth with his fingers, pumping two into your cunt as he suctions his lips onto your bud, making you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, almost drawing blood.

“fuckk!” his long fingers hit deep inside of you, his digits shifting between thrusts and curling inside. your legs shook, hands gripping his hair for dear life. giving him a particularly hard tug, he groans into your cunt, the vibrations making you let out a moan.

the mixture of stimulations had you on the edge, he knew you were about to cum.

time almost seems to slow as he feels you clench around his fingers, your eyes flutter shut, gripping his hair for dear life as pools of fire seep low in your abdomen. his fingers continue to pump into you as you cum, wetness dripping down his chin and wrist.

it was probably obvious you hadn’t fucked anyone since you two broke up the way your pussy responded so well to him.

still, he doesn’t pull away, addicted to the taste of you. he was completely lost in your cunt until you pushed at his head, whining his name. he reluctantly pulls away, giving your cute clit a few more kisses before parting.

you both pant, his face glistening in your slick. you almost moan at the sight.

“you taste even better than i remember, baby.” his hands sooth down your thighs.

“don’t call me that.” you heavily breathe. he just chuckles, standing up. his firm hands grab your ass, giving it a firm smack, making you yelp.

“face the mirror. wanna watch you take my dick.” he pats your hip, encouraging you. you obligated, finally seeing yourself in the mirror. your lip gloss was completely smeared, making you pout a little. until your ex boyfriend comes up behind you, his hard on pressing against your ass. his hand wrapped around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as your eyes meet in the reflection.

his other hand reaches to wipe the smeared lip gloss, cleaning it up for you. his fingers tap your lips impatiently, seeking enterence. your eyes never broke contact. you open your pretty little mouth, his two fingers sliding in. you groaned as you tasted yourself on them. he grinded himself against your rear, hiking your skirt above your hips.

“gonna let me fuck this messy pussy?” his fingers enter deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke. you nod, swirling your tounge around his digets.

“mhmph” you mumble around them.

“gotta tell me how much you missed me first.” he teases, removing his fingers to slowly undo the button of his pants. you roll your eyes.

“just fuck me-“

smack

your ass stings, you were sure there was gonna be a red mark the size of his hand. you whimper.

“what was that, pretty? use your words.” he purred into your ear, biting your earlobe gently, nibbling marks down your sensitive neck.

“fuck, i missed you so much, i need your cock so bad-“ you whine his name. “-i touch myself thinking about it- but nothing is as good as you.” you shamelessly confess, a smirk growing on his smug fucking face.

“good fucking girl.” he growls, taking his raging cock out from his briefs, his hand pressing down on your back so you bend over the sink to give him easier access.

you mewled as his leaking tip pokes through your enterence.

he slowly sheathes himself in, savoring the feeling of your hot walls contracting needfully around his cock. “god, it’s been so fucking long. it’s like she’s sucking me in.”

your fingers gripped the counter in front of you, your eyes focusing on his own. the way his face scrunched once he was burried balls deep inside of you. his deep breaths, the way his hair slightly stuck to his forehead from how much he was sweating.

you’re about to speak, but your words turn into moans of his name as he thrusts in and out of you, his hips slapping against your ass. your head rolls down to rest against your arms on the counter, but he doesn’t allow that.

his hand that isn’t wrapped around your waist goes to grip your throat, pulling you back against his chest.

“watch yourself get fucked by your future husband.” he grunts, his thighs burning from all the rutting, but he’d feel that pain forever if it meant he could be able to fuck you like this again.

you watch as your tits bounce through your shirt in the mirror, drool threatening to spill from the corner of your mouth. the mirror was big enough that you could see his dick pumping into you. obscenely wet sounds coming from where you two meet.

“o-oh fuck, feels s’good, don’t stop!” you moan out, staring at him in the reflection. he was so focused on the way you felt around him, he had almost forgotten you two broke up.

“oh god, baby. i fuckin' love you, need your pussy every day, can’t live without it.” he bites your shoulder, hard, making you groan. his hand moving from your throat to grope your tits through your top. his hips only slapped into you harder and harder, your vision going blurry when the head of his cock hits your soft spot. you let out chants of his name, your arms reaching back to grip his hair to bring him impossibly closer.

you stared at yourself in the mirror. the way he slid in and out of you with ease made you squeeze around him, prompting a groan from him. your hair was out of place from his rough treatment, marks down your neck and thighs. you couldn’t even think about having to explain this to your friends later.

“squeezing me so good. so perfect for me. gonna let me fill you up, hmm? walk around with my cum dripping out of you, let everyone know you’re fucking mine.” he thrusts with a bruising pace, your whole body rocking with the rolls of his hips.

“p-please yes! need it so bad!” your mind starts to blank, the only thing you could think about was the way he was pulsing inside of you, threatening to spill at any minute.

“touch yourself, baby.” he pants, his thrusts getting sloppier. he was so close, but there was no way he was going to cum before you. you nod, bringing a shaky hand to your ruined pussy, rubbing and pinching your clit the way you liked it. your mouth fell open at the overwhelming pleasure taking over.

“m’gonna cumm!” you whine until the only thing you can say is his name, over and over. just how he always loved it. he whispers dirty praises into your ear, talking you off the ledge. you force your eyes to stay on his own in the mirror. you hated how fucking hot he was.

waves of intense heated pleasure start to roll over you, moaning as your vision gets blurry with tears of ecstasy. “s’good!” you scream, tightening around him, making it hard for him to move. he curses as you grip his cock so tightly, milking him so hard he cums inside of you.

you pant as his thrusts get lazy and eventually slow to a halt. he didn’t want to pull out, but he knew he couldn’t just stay in here with you forever, no matter how much he wanted to.

he pulls out hesitantly, the mixture of your release dripping out of you making him let out a harsh breath.

you finally come down from your orgasm, completely fucked out. oh how much you missed his cock. and him too you guess.

he turns you around, giving your cheeks kisses before enveloping his mouth with your own. your tounges gently roll over eachothers, contrasting in comparison to how he was just fucking your brains out.

your phone lights up on the counter with a text from your bestfriend. you squint, reading the message.

‘bitch i’m leaving. don’t think i didn’t see you guys btw -_-‘

he wraps his arms around your middle, seeing the message.

“gonna come home with me?” he leaves even more love bites down your neck, making you sigh.

“…yea”

GETO, gojo, SUNA, atsumu, leon kennedy, toji, kuroo, dick grayson (sorry not sorry), your fav ;)

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loser!kuroo has really bad allergies and keep sneezing and it annoys the shit out of reader. but after the third or fourth sneeze she notices something weird and keeps staring at him.

getting nervous, kuroo shyly asks if something’s wrong. “everything alright?”

she shrugs. “it’s nothing,” letting the silence linger for a bit, reader pipes up again.

“did you know the face you make before you sneeze is also the same face you make when you’re about to cum?”

kuroo chokes on his drink.