#hq thirsts

[koucaine]

speak your koushi truth babe 🎤

is shy suddenly LMFAO.

but sugawara koushi + pussy slaps. :( it’s been on my mind for a WHILE now. can you imagine?

it’s probably a punishment, too. maybe you were getting a little bratty because he was busy grading instead of paying attention to you n your needy pussy. and right when checked off his last paper, you said something about not needing his cock to get off. you later realize it was foolish of you to say, because now y’all are in the bedroom, your back against his chest with your legs spread while he plays in between them.

he’d be getting a kick out of it—out of making a complete mess of you. laughing at the way your hips would jerk and you’d whimper every time he slapped your puffy clit. but you would be driving him just as crazy with the way your ass grinded against his dick, resulting in quiet groans and sharp intakes of breath. his pretty teeth sinking into the plush of his lip to restrain his noises.

sometimes he’d be nice, choosing to rub your clit soft and slow. but there he was, saying the filthiest shit in your ear.

“huh, maybe you need my cock after all,” he’d muse. “look at her, she’s fucking dripping. you’re getting me wet too now, all over my pants. i should plug it up, keep it all inside.”

“i do!” you’d say, giving up the bratty act. “i really do! i want it, need you to put it in now, kou.”

“mm, that’s too bad doll. ‘cause this—” he goes back to slapping, delivers a rather harsh slap to your clit, causing you to cry out. “—is the only way you’re gettin’ off tonight. now keep your fucking legs open.”

[delirious-donna]

I haven’t done this for ages but I’m in the mood. I’m opening my asks for hq thirsts. Doesn’t matter who for, I’ll answer them to the best of my abilities. Wanna talk about kinks? Scenarios? Love languages? I’m down for it all!

I’ll answer any I get tomorrow (let’s hope it doesn’t flop 😭)

[angelatsumu]

dumb.

in which hq men dumbify their s/o.

warnings: NSFW, minors dni <3 dumbification, dom!character x sub reader, size kink (kinda), daddy mention (suna), kinda bratty reader (ushi), afab!reader.

NSFW after the cut <3

m. atsumu <3

he’s been fucking your messy cunt for what felt like hours, and all you’ve ever been able to say is ‘please ‘tsumie’ until your stupid little cunt would drool for him again, then it was ‘cu-cumming’. he’s not sure how he managed to get you to this point, but he’s more than proud of being able to last this long. with each whimper—tsumie—he feels his abdomen tighten, cock twitching inside your gummy walls at the name. you’ve only ever whimpered such a title when he’s got you like this, cheeks flushed and damp with your salty tears, pussy throbbing around him. sweat collected along your hairline and your eyes crossed from pleasure, body overheating from the overflow of ecstasy. his beautiful, bratty girl whimpering nothing but broken sentences below him has his throat closing up, feels like he can’t breathe you’re so tight around him. he’s loves when you’re cockdrunk, brain dumping all vocabulary to save room for the feeling of his cock dragging along your sweet walls. he thinks his cock’s imprinted in your silly little brain, and with another tsumie, he’s certain that’s where it’ll stay.

u.wakatoshi <3

toshi’s large in every sense of the word, yet you insist on minial prep before sinking onto his fat cock. every time he scolds you, “remember last time, dear”, and every time you swat his hand away from your clit the moment your second orgasm from his fingers washes over you. the exacerbated sighs that leave your lips when you’re determined makes him chuckle because knows this will be exactly like before. in this moment, he was correct. like before, you’d used every braincell in that cute little noggin of yours to concentrate on sheathing his fat cock inside you. by the time the base of his girthy cock met your pelvis, you’d expended all energy and your brain had been turned to mush. the act of sinking down onto his length had a weak orgasm racing through you, cunt struggling to squeeze properly around him. he grunts at the feel of your wasted orgasm, wincing at just how tight the fit was between you. you’re babbling now, begging for something despite how full you already are. to appease you, his precious girl, he snaps his hips upward and forcing a whine from your lips. he thinks that’ll silence your incessant babbling, but he’s wrong as your dazed eyes focus on his own, unintelligible begging for more falling from your lips.

s.rintaro <3

suna’s entire world halts when he hears the beginnings of an unintelligible, overstimulated babble. usually you start with a single whimpered daddy as he’s pressing your little pink vibrator against your clit for the fourth time. his eyes—once focused on the junction between the two bodies—shoot up to watch your fucked out features, glinting with amusement. he knows he’s got you, knows that his cock is like a broken record occupying all your thoughts. he drags his cock lazily in your tight walls once more, rolling the vibrator along your clit as you weakly thrash beneath him. you’re babbling for some sort of relief, but the moment he pulls away the vibe he hears the sniffly tears on the verge of returning. you’re insatiable and bratty, too dumb to truly comprehend what you need. you’re begging for more, and he’s giving you every inch of him with unrelenting strength; you’re still unsatisfied. your mind’s fuzzy, eyes squeezed shut as another orgasm shutters through you. your body’s betraying you, thrashing to escape his calculated assault on your cunt; your mouth allows nothing but the dirtiest of whines and whimpers for more. “shh, baby. no need to fret, daddy’s gonna do all the thinkin’ for you”

[nekomamiiz]

thinking about kuroo being your dads best friend…

he’s known you since you were a little girl and has always loved joking around with you. now that you’re older, with more life experience, his joking has turned to less than innocent teasing whenever he comes over to hang out, shooting pool and darts with your dad. he constantly has that charming grin on his face when you come out to bring more drinks and snacks, occasionally joining in so they can show you how to run the table.

kuroo takes it upon himself to show you the proper way to hold the cue and where to hit the ball to make it go in the direction you want. his hands completely cover yours as he wraps your pointer finger along the shaft of the stick. he moves your other hand just slightly to help you get the momentum you need to shoot your ball into the corner pocket.

“get eye level with the table, take a deep breath in and don’t come back up for air until your ball makes it in,” he whispers all of this in your ear, paying no mind to your father in the corner of the room; who is changing stations on the radio.

you lean down further — nose nearly bumping the rail — until you see the cue ball lined up completely with your 5 ball. a deep breath in and your right hand pulls the stick back only to snap it forward, the only sound being the cue ball clashing with the red-orange ball into the pocket you called just a minute before.

clearly your dad has taught you very well.

“atta girl,” is all kuroo says offering your shoulders a soft squeeze as he hums in approval of your near perfect aim. you hope he doesn’t see the way you squeeze your legs together at his praise.

[dejwrites]

hinata shoyo would give you the cutest contact name in his phone like my “my heart ❤️” or “my love bug 🥺❤️” and your contact picture is a pic of his cum on your face. 🫶🏾

[xfgpng]

“just the tip”

when he first met you, he found you annoying. it wasn’t because you did anything in particular, he just couldn’t understand how you could get underneath his skin with just a slight tilt of your head or the way you laughed with your whole body, pretty eyes crinkling at the corners.

you were kind to him sure but you never really showed interest in him outside being acquainted. it drove him crazy.


why didn’t you want him because fuck, he wanted you so badly.

he’d be up and nights, big hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he closed his eyes, thinking about you and your pretty face. he wondered how you’d look laid out underneath him, struggling to take his cock because he was just too big for you.

how your lips, always glossy and plump due to your lipgloss, would look wrapped around the mushroom head of his dick. he had to bite back a moan, tightening his hold around the base so he could edge himself. he needed you so badly that he could barely focus on any other girl.

the man was convinced you were using those crystals he had heard your friends talking about. why else was he so into you when you gave him no impression that the feeling was mutual.

“fuck fuck fuck” he whines, whines like a bitch and he should feel embarrassed but he can’t even think about how desperate he sounds. he thinks it’ll be worse when he does finally get the courage to speak to you one on one.

he had no issues with getting around, his own friends like to call him a slut but he didn’t care and he was absolutely willing and ready to stop his one night stands if you just let him put the tip in.

he needed to have you.

|| eren, suna, bokuto,toji&gojo

[sluttsumu]

☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked

warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty

a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.

atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.

at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.

he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.

kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.

“so….miya”

atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.

“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.

“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”

the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.

despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.

sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

the video started playing.

atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”

experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.

“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.

everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.

grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.

“knock yourselves out.”

the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.

© — SLUTTSUMU 2023

[maezume]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 love morning sex. you being the first thing on their mind and on their dick. when you’re both still groggy and sleepy, messy make out sessions arise and he’s lazily slotting his dick against your clothed pussy. he’s big spooking you, groaning into your ear as he drags his cock between your thighs. the warmth of your plush thighs against his half asleep state has him gone. the way he can feel your wetness soaking through your panties and how your rolling your hips back onto his cock has him weak. so when he’s kissing your neck and slowly getting you into missionary don’t cry when he’s lazily, but most definitely not weakly, stuffing you to the brim. these men just know they’re about to have a good day when they’re starting the day off to the sound of your sultry moans and your pussy creaming around their cock.

itoshi rin, gojo satoru, geto suguru, eren yeager, and any of your favorite characters of course.

[mxrisacoulter]

what are you thinking?

the ol' punch and judy?

[kingdaddydaichi]

₊✧⋆⭒ nsfw. MDNI. x f!reader. 600+ wc.

daichi is by no means pushy, especially when it comes to you.

but after several weeks of dating and the most you’ve done with him is kissing and grinding each other through your clothes, he realizes that he’s going to have to take the lead if things are going to go any further.

so near the end of your next date, once again he finds himself making out with you as you straddle his thighs. 

you’ve been too shy to tell him or make a move, but you desperately want to feel more of him. which is why you moan in his mouth when his hand slips under your shirt and squeezes your tit, your nipple slotting between his thick fingers. it feels so good, so long overdue that you can’t stop yourself from keening his name.

“daichi…hnn~don’t stop,” you gasp in his mouth, making his hard cock jump inside his pants. you feel it pulse against the back of your thigh and grind back against him, needing to feel more of him but too shy to say or do anything more about it.

but daichi reads your body. he’s had enough time by now to pick up on the little messages you send to him without saying a word. even through your pants, he can feel the moist heat between your legs.

he lays you back, his hard cock pressing against your center when he slots himself between your thighs. what shred of shyness remained crumbles away when you feel the full roll of his hips against you.

“daichi…please,” you whine, driving him even deeper into a feral state.

he raises up to his knees and peels your pants off your legs, keeping his big brown eyes on you as he lowers his mouth to your core. he has smelled your scent on his pants before and has been dying to taste you. he tongues your slit through your damp panties before closing his lips around your clit and sucking you into his mouth.

“mm~fuck…you taste so good,” he moans, his deep voice reverberating against you, making your legs shake against his shoulders.

he sticks his middle finger in his mouth, slicking it up before slipping it inside your panties and pushing inside your tight, needy hole. you whine and keen, shivering at the feeling of daichi's finger - daichi's anything - inside you. his tongue plays at your clit some more before he moves your panties to one side to expose you.

“so pretty,” he breathes before dragging his warm tongue along your bare cunt for the first time. 

you push your fingers into his brown hair, whining his name as he works a second finger inside you, spreading you open a little more but still not nearly as much as his cock will. he’s grinding his hips against the couch cushion below, eager -desperate, even- for some friction against his aching erection.

“fuck…daichi, yes,” you say without thinking, head rolling back against the couch. “eat my pussy so good~”

he latches on for real now, his lips forming an air-tight bond with your clit. he’s sucking you in so hard, his tongue pushing over your clit inside his mouth as his thick fingers curl inside you, wishing it was his fat cock instead. 

you’re oblivious to the fact that he’s so close to cumming, his almost-purple cockhead pinned against his own navel and dragging against the rough material of his pants. you arch your back, pulling your legs further open and back for him as he fucks you harder and faster with his fingers.

“ohh…dai~” you whimper. “i- think i’m gonna…ohfuckyes~”

your cunt aches and flexes around his fingers as he drinks you down, moaning and savoring every last drop of your orgasm as his cock soils his pants with his own cum. next time, he thinks, it'll be inside you.

₊✧⋆⭒ daichi m.list || 18+ reblogs, likes, comments, and follows are very much appreciated ty babies !!

[gabseyoo]

HELP — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: female reader, established relationship, public indecency, car sex, blowjob, handjob, ball sucking. word count: 1,3k.

“So… are you feeling better?” You asked your boyfriend—who was resting his chin on his palm looking out the car window—after several minutes in silence.

Kiyoomi shook his head and replied without even looking at you, “Give me another minute.” You couldn’t help but giggle, and that apparently didn’t please your grumpy boyfriend. “Stop giggling. This isn’t funny.”

“It absolutely is.” You said with a smile and decided to tease him a little more by poking his arm as you added, “You like me that much, baby?”

“Stop.” Kiyoomi finally turned to see you though still with his elbow leaning against the window. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

The accusation almost makes you burst out laughing, “I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I won’t kiss you anymore if you don’t want me to. But apparently you like my kisses too much for that to even be an option.” You noticed how a chuckle almost escaped his lips before he playfully rolled his eyes and looked back at the window. 

No matter what Kiyoomi said, this was funny.

You were supposed to have a dinner date to celebrate your anniversary, and in fact, you were already parked in the restaurant’s parking lot. 

The thing is that you decided to give your boyfriend a small kiss just before you got out of the car, well, if a ‘small kiss’ means sticking your tongue in his mouth for more than three minutes— but you just couldn’t help it! You were happy and excited for tonight. 

Anyway… the result was that he got hard, and now you’ve been in the car for for who knows how long waiting for him to ‘feel better’. 

Honestly, you found the situation as funny as you found it sexy— your handsome, big, tall boyfriend getting rock hard just because you gave him a kiss. That also had an effect on you, which obviously wasn’t as noticeable as the big bulge in his pants, but you still couldn’t stop those not-so-decent thoughts that had you rubbing your thighs together. And well, it’s not like you have a lot of self-control. 

“I can help you, you know?”

That apparently caught his attention, because he turned to look at you curiously. “Huh?” 

“I can help you feel better.” You said innocently, leaning your elbow on the middle console to rest your chin on your hand. 

Kiyoomi was quick to understand what you meant.

“We’re in a parking lot, baby.” Despite his words and the dim lighting, you could see that hint of excitement in his eyes as he looked around, perhaps analyzing how empty the parking lot was. 

“And? It’s not like we haven’t done this before.” 

“I know, but—” At  that moment he looked back at you and his words got stuck in his throat when he realized that you were already looking at him with those doe eyes you knew he loved and couldn’t resit even if he tried. “Doll, don’t give me that look.” 

“What look?” You tilted your head slightly to one side as if you really had no idea what he was talking about.

Kiyoomi didn’t respond, but his actions spoke for him, maybe it was on purpose, or he did it by reflex, but when his hand that rested on his thigh went to cup his bulge—perhaps in an attempt to soothe himself—it turned you on. Fuck, you wanted his dick in your mouth now. 

“So, Kiyoomi?” Your other hand went over his, forcing him to put a little pressure on his erection that made him moan. “I’ll be quick. After all, judging by the way you look right now—” You leaned close to his ear to whisper, “I don’t think you’ll last long.”

A second later, his lips were on yours, kissing you as desperately as if it was the last time he would ever taste your lips. 

He moved your hand to hastily unbutton his pants and pull them and his boxers down, just enough to release his throbbing erection. Immediately, you wrapped your palm around his dick and began to stroke it up and down slowly before breaking the kiss to see his face and the pleasure reflected on it. 

Kiyoomi tried to maintain eye contact, but when your thumb circled his tip while your other hand moved to fondle his balls, he couldn’t help but close his eyes in pure pleasure. He already seemed to be in heaven, and you hadn’t even used your mouth yet. But that will change soon. 

You lowered your head down until your face was close to his cock and spat on it to lubricate the rest of his length with your palm before taking the tip into your mouth.

Kiyoomi cursed under his breath as you made circles with your tongue, tasting his precum, and without waiting any longer, you slipped the rest into your mouth to start bobbing your head up and down, not taking long to find your rhythm. 

Your hand kept massaging his balls while with the other you kept stimulating what couldn’t fit in your mouth, and you knew that now you had your boyfriend in actual heaven by the moans coming out of his mouth. 

Although many wouldn’t expect it, Kiyoomi was a vocal, and you loved it. That’s why you shoved his entire length down your throat until you gagged, knowing how much he loved that. He sighed your name as he pushed his hips up and his hand settled on your head, holding you there for a few seconds until you couldn’t take it anymore and had to pull away to catch your breath.

Kiyoomi used this moment to recline the seat and spread his legs further apart, “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.” His words were accompanied by his hand caressing your back before moving it down to your ass, where he squeezed the flesh over the fabric tightly before slipping his hand under your dress and doing the same but now with direct contact with your skin. “So fucking perfect, I— fuck!” He couldn’t finish his praise because at that moment you put one of his heavy balls in your mouth, sucking it a little and then doing the same with the other one while you kept pumping him with your hand. 

Kiyoomi threw his head back when you took his length back into your mouth, resuming your previous rhythm. He was practically panting now, completely immersed in the pleasure you were giving him. 

“Baby, I’m going to cum.” He mumbled after a minute, and without resisting any longer, he brought both of his hands to your head to now guide your movements, making you go faster and deeper each time you lowered your head. 

More tears came out of your eyes every time you choked on his cock on every downstroke as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. It was hard, but you managed to hold on until he came in your throat with your name leaving his lips.

You swallowed what you could as Kiyoomi continued to move your head now more slowly until he emptied himself. Seconds later, he released his grip and you licked the cum that had oozed from the edges of your mouth as you sat up straight.

A smile appeared on your face when you saw that he was still panting, trying to recover from his climax. You watched him with lust in your eyes as he pulled up his underwear to cover himself, without even bothering to fasten his pants. 

“Well, problem solved.” You said, breaking the silence and Kiyoomi snorted as he turned to look at you with a smirk. 

“Still want to have dinner?” He asked with a suggestive tone, “Or should we go home?” He added before leaning toward you to kiss you again. Slower, but no less eager. 

“Dinner was the plan, wasn’t it?” You answered playfully, still with your lips on his, and you deepened the kiss a little more before speaking again. “But you know? Now I’m the one who needs to feel better.”

He smiled against your lips, “And I’m more than willing to help.”

+ note: happy anniversary i guess <3

[angelatsumu]

men that absolutely call you “sweet girl” in a sultry, condescendingly faux sympathetic tone:

izuku midoriya, agent York (red vs blue), dazai, nanami kento, Simon “ghost” Riley, satorou gojo, eren jaeger, kirishima eijirou, matsukawa issei, osamu miya, Hinata shoyo, iwaizumi hajime, takami keigo, meian shugo, kawata nahoya, draken

[joyaphoria]

bokuto literally does anything with your pussy because his impulsive thoughts just take over. like u could be chilling on your bed together and in less than a second there's a huge figure underneath the sheets, between your legs. you lift up the sheet to give bo a questioning glance, but he's quick to yank your nightgown up over your hips, pull your panties down, and just press his face against your plush cunt. you'll jump and drop the sheet to gasp and arch upwards, but thats really all it is. you have to stifle a laugh when you hear the sound of a deep inhale, and lift back up the sheets to find out what your baby is doing under the covers. honestly, you're not surprised to find bokuto just breathing in and out, his nose almost flush against your pussy. "so intoxicating," he'll sigh, his hands gripping both sides of your hips as he just breathes your cunt, and you have to sigh and lie back, wondering what the hell's gotten into him this time.

[xfgpng]

“oops?”

he’s going to pull out. he repeats it like a mantra in his head because he knows he’ll forget if he doesn’t. he’s all about taking risks but this was dangerous.

you’re not on the pill, he’d never ask that of you and he respects you enough to know his place when it came to your body. he just gets so lost in your pussy and it hugs him so tightly like it doesn’t want him to leave. he doesn’t want to leave either. he loves your pussy so much, he’s emotionally attached to her so he’ll gladly cum if he could but you never told him it was okay. he won’t do that to you even if his body is begging him to stuff you full.

he’s so close, his abdominal muscles are tightening up fast and the way you’re moaning so high and pretty, he’s scared he’ll lose it any moment and he really is going to pull out, he goes to move his hips but your legs lock around his waist and you moan right in his ear.

“cum for me” you whine, biting his earlobe and he’s gone. he doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever came that fucking hard that he gets a cramp in his leg.

“baby” he whines. he doesn’t even know what to say because he’s still in shock from his orgasm and you’re giggling.

“oops” you gasp, eyes hazy as you grin up at him

|| bokuto, ushijima, sakusa, atsumu&aran

[tteokdoroki]

✉️; SWEATER SEASON. - T.KAGEYAMA.

💌; synopsis - your boyfriend finds you wearing a piece of old high school memorabilia, his number nine kurasuno jersey, and it drives him absolutely insane.

↳ length: 2.07K

↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader, characters aged up to 20s, post-time skip!au, unprotected sex, clothed sex, pussy jobs, soft/mean!kageyama, praise!kink, reader is wearing kageyama’s clothes.

↳ notes: a very self indulgent piece because i finished hq s4 and cant stop thinking about kageyama ?? it’s giving obsessed with him i think <3! not beta’d ! enjoy my loves hehe - m.list ♡

“are you gonna tell me where you found it? or do i have to fuck it out of you, baby?” kageyama’s voice is tender as he asks, speaking to you like you’re a timid creature or somewhat of a street cat that might scurry away from him at any given moment. but the way he treats you is mean, his hands that are both large enough to cover the globes of your ass grip at your soft flesh— easily pull you back and forth,  back and forth on his cock while you’re seated in his lap, your dainty fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves on his cold kurasuno jersey, gripping into his shoulder blades to somewhat ground yourself. “‘m talkin’ to you sweetheart,” 

you know that he is,  god, you know. 

but words are hard to come by when you’re seated on your boyfriend’s cock, letting him bounce you up and down mercilessly until you can practically feel him in your throat. you know kageyama’s talking to you, his pretty girl, angel dressed in nostalgic shades of burnt orange and obsidian black— he loves how you can’t respond, blubbering and babbling incoherent sentences while you hide your swollen lips under the collar of his sweatshirt and drip so sweetly down his shaft from your heavenly little hole.

“uh—oh, mhm…mhm!” is all you can manage, swallowed by fabric that smells like your olympic athlete boyfriend, drowning in the strong waves of lust as he pounds up into your pretty puffy pussy until there are tears in your eyes. 

tobio let’s a hand leave your ass to tap at your baby fat cheeks, his dark blue eyes lit up with hunger as he mocks your pout. “words please baby, i know you know them.” it’s almost a joke to him, how weak and needy you get as soon as his milky top pushes past your selfish entrance, and brushes up against your velvety inner walls. he reads it in your eyes, how much you crave him and feels it in your cunt when you spasm and clench down on him, your juices rolling down his lengthy shaft and coating his balls. 

he taps your cheek again, and you whimper like a lost little lamb— the traces of a smile spreading across kageyama’s lips. “f-found it in the, fuck, the back of the closet… h’i missed you.” you cry out, gently circling your hips down on your boyfriend’s, droplets in the form of angel tears clumping in your lashes. kageyama’s smile widens, the hand in your cheek wrapping around the back of your neck, tilting your head up to kiss him. 

you let the fabric of the kurasuno jersey fall down to your chin, head angled perfectly to meet his lips and let your tongue slide wetly over the seam— begging your boyfriend to let you in. and he does, he lets you take charge of the searing and sloppy, spit slicked kiss. he lets you lick into his mouth and squeak against his tongue while he dominates the rest of your body buried beneath his old clothes. tobio feels you lean into him, free falling into his love and his desire while his hands slip under the sweatshirt to draw circles into your tummy, tease you by thumbing just under the swell of your breasts where they meet your rib cage before tweaking your nipples with tender love and care.

his cock aches inside you, just knowing that all your beauty, your curves, your pebbled nipples and the marks you have are hidden— no, protected from the hungry gaze of others by his old uniform. it drives kageyama insane, activates animalistic instincts in the back of his brain as he forces his cock as deep as it can go, rubbing his tip against your gummy walls and marking your insides with opaque wads of his messy precum until you’re squelching every time he ploughs into you.

you probably have no idea how fucking good you look right now, like a five course meal served up to the volleyball player on a silver platter. his baby, tobio kageyama’s innocent little baby had no idea of what she was getting herself into when you put on that number 9 kurasuno jersey. no idea that you would be fucked within an inch of your life, perfect pussy stretched over his painfully hot dick— his forked veins brushing up against pleasure spits only kageyama could reach. “h’baby,  you could have just, fuck…” the athlete curses, having been pounding into you so hard that his cock slips out of your eager hole, sliding right up against your clit which shines, soaked underneath the you yellow lighting in your bedroom. kageyama shivers when your tiny hand, peeking out from sweater paws to jerk him off. you thumb at his blistering red and seedy tip, you even drool over it too— right before guiding him back inside of your fluttering fat pussy. “there we go…you shoulda called me,”   

“y-you were at practice! oh fuck—tobi!” you whine, bristling with desire when kageyama wastes no time fucking your cunt into the shape of him. the bed creeks under the weight of his thrusts up into you, balls slapping heavy against your ass only serving to fill the room with their sensual song. you feel like you might cry, that’s how deep in your guts kageyama is, ruining your body for anyone else, claiming you as the mixture of your arousals froths and gathers at the swelling base of his shaft. whatever your precious cunt drools, quickly gets fucked back into your gushing insides and painted against your spongey g-spot the more your boyfriend throws his hips up to fuck you.

tobio grabs at your hips, holding you up so the only thing you can hump is his mushroomed cockhead, bright red and burning for you. he just wants to see, even though you whine for him put it back in, he just wants to see how raw and swollen your folds are from underneath his clothes— wants to know how much he turns you on. “you think i wouldn’t have left practice to come make my baby feel good?”  he asks, pressing his face into your neck and tilting his head up to lick the tears that stream down your face. “volleyball ain’t got shit on this fuckin’ pussy,” he breathes against your skin,

filling you up all over again with one sharp thrust until he’s buried into you right up to the hilt. 

and it’s true, not even the satisfaction of smacking a ball straight into the opposite court, not even lining up the perfect set or the smell of rubber sneakers burning against the floor during a tournament could compare to the sweet bliss of your warm, tight cunt wrapped around kageyama’s dick. you’re his favourite thing dressed in the jersey of his first love, humping away at his lap like a bitch in heat.

and kageyama thinks would be the best place in the world to die if it were to happen right now. 

“‘m close tobi, i’m gonna cum,” you heave into his ear like it’s a promise, arms looped around his neck where the softness of his jersey rubs against his sweaty skin. “fuck you’re gonna make me cum, o-oh. oh!” your head tilts back when his fingers meet your puffy clit, writing his signature against it while you drool from your mouth and your slit. “tobio.” there’s a warning lilt to the edge of your tone, telling your boyfriend that you can’t hold back and there’s a new feverishness to the way you roll your hips back down to meet his. 

so he pushes you onto your back, covering you with his slender body, his lips on yours while your ankles lock at his waist. the angle of kageyama’s hips shift, bullying his tip against your g-spot over and over, smearing precum along your velvety walls and bullying his way into you until you can see stars. he knows the way he fucks you is just right, he can tell by the way your lips form a gentle ‘o’ and the way your nails ( that he paid for ) dig into his toned shoulders and form crescent moons. 

“oh right there?” kageyama coos, lips messily finding yours while he pins your waist down to the sex soaked sheets bellow. your face changes, shining with sweat but so blissed out it makes your boyfriend’s hips stutter, losing the rough tempo they set. “ah, here…that feel good baby? yeah? oh fuck i know it’s good.” his words are breathy and shoot straight to your core, making your hole flutter around him— sucking his pulsing cock in selfishly. with his free hand, tobio roughly pushes up his kurasuno jersey that pools over your body right up to your tits— stormy blue eyes laser focused on the way they bounce under the weight of his thrusts.

kageyama is way taller than he was back in high school, but the length of the fabric still has you swimming in it— the volleyball player bunches it up, smiling down at you and uses the material to tug you back onto his dick, barely letting you off it as your clit grinds up against his washboard abs. “oh baby don’t cry, you’ll get to cum. i know you wanna fucking cum. can you do that?” he asks you, and again your words escape you as you’re left a teary eyed mess underneath the dark haired man. “yeahh, yeah you can. there you go.”

“tobi—!” you gasp, orgasm tearing though you as he pressed his entire weight onto you, fucking you hard and fast right through your high. you can’t help it, cunt squeezing down on him hard— juices splashing against kageyama’s stomach, making him almost grateful that he pushed his sweat shirt up to expose your pretty chest. “holy shit— tobio, i can’t, god—i can’t!,” pushing at his shoulders, your heave and hiccup as he picks up the pace and rams into your creamy sex again and again and again, forcing another orgasm out of you. 

you fucking squirt, a clear stream pouring from your abused little cunt— eyes rolling back into your skull as a silent scream rattles around in your throat. your hands dart up to grab at midnight black hair, tugging tobio closer, close enough for him to feel you tremble as you cream hard around his dick, practically forcing him out of your hole. 

“shit, baby…fuuck there you go, that’s it,” kageyama sighs against your wet lips, one arm outstretched over your head to grip the head board— the other between your bodies so he can tap his sensitive cockhead against your glistening and gushing pussy, running it up and down through the length of your slit. “mmhm, fuck you did so good, my good girl.” he stutters, lashes fluttering against your shoulder as he listens to the sticky sounds your puffy folds make while he glides through them. he kisses the tears that sit on the apples of your cheeks, using your shaky body to get himself off until he finds himself cumming against your cute little clit. a layer of thick white coats your hot mound and as he takes hold of his dick, tobio pushes the mix of your arousals back into you, shallowly fucking your hole as you twitch with the after shocks of your orgasm before he eventually settles inside you so you cockwarm him.

kageyama rolls off of you, pulling your leg high over his hip while you snuggle into him. “‘m sticky,” you complain, forming tiny fists against his chest. through the sleeves of your boyfriend’s kurasuno jersey. 

“you’re sticky ‘n so pretty baby,” kageyama’s cheeks are pink tinted from exertion, a soft smile on his lips while feeling you up from under the kurasuno colours. “want you to wear this more often…you look really good in it.” 

twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers. “i’ll wear whatever it takes to get you to fuck me like that again, tobi.” you purr into the shell of his ear, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “you’ll want to get spares of your japan team uniform as well.” 

“oh yeah?” tobio hums, eyes on yours, cock twitching softly inside of you. “how come?” 

“‘cause when you bring home a medal f’me, i can’t guarantee i won’t make a mess on you.” 

[maezume]

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 have a thing for seeing you in their clothes. seeing you drowning in a shirt that’s normal for them, but huge on you has their dick throbbing. the way his shirt swallows you, so you refuse to wear anything else underneath. when you reach up to grab something he can’t help but feel something when your thighs and that pretty pussy poke out the bottom. when his mind wanders and he can’t help but imagine you underneath him, panting and moaning with his fingers stuffed in that slutty cunt of yours. “what a slut.. wearing my clothes with nothing underneath? yeah? you’re just begging to be fucked like a whore huh..” he’d mutter, imagining himself fucking you faster and watching your lips fall into an ‘o’. as much as you wished you could say you didn’t want to have this effect on him, you very much planned your night to go like this. not that you’d admit that you like it when he jerks off to seeing you getting fucked out in his clothes, but you definitely do.

kageyama tobio, itoshi rin, tsukishima kei, kuroo testuroo, bokuto koutaro, geto suguru and all of your favs!