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Choke me Maybe?

pairing: yuuji itadori x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, dom yuuji, briefly mentions dangerous breath play, y/n is horny af, nothing super explicit but it get spicy

word count: 475

i have yuuji on my mind 25/8. his dumb brain, his dumb big muscles, his dumb smile…. pls i’m in love with this man

thank you @koutaroucutie for beta reading again ily ★~(◡ω◕✿)

The room is comfortably quiet, you and Yuuji spending some much-needed downtime together. You’re reading random articles on your laptop while your boyfriend scrolled through his phone mindlessly, occasionally giggling at something.

You come across an article about dangerous ways people spice things up in the bedroom. How did I get here? You wonder. Still, you give in to your curiosity and click the link. The first image that pops up is of a girl’s neck with a man’s hand wrapped around it.

The article goes in depth in all the horrific dangers of breath play. It was unsettling and should’ve been unnerving. However, your mind was still thinking about the picture. It turned you on a lot more than you’d like to admit.

“Hey, babe?” you poke Yuuji’s arm.

He immediately puts his phone down and turns to you, “What’s up, princess?”

You look back at the screen, “So, I’m not into choking or anything,” you start, lying through your teeth. “But, I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”

You catch a glimpse of his face turning fifty shades of pink, and you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes.

“Y-you wouldn’t?” Yuuji asks, staring at his hands, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Fuck, he’s so sweet.

“You won’t, I trust you,” you close your laptop and place it on the nightstand. You smile at Yuuji as he scoots closer to you so that your legs can wrap around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

“You don’t have to Yu. I won’t be upset or anything.” Yuuji reaches up and gently brushes some hair off of your face, the gentle expression making you question what’s going on in that head of his.

“Yu-” your concern is cut short as Yuuji swiftly slides his hand onto your neck. His grip is firm but not rough. Wordlessly he pushes you down unto your back.

You feel your thighs involuntarily clench together, your face going hot as you can feel that you’re already drenched. He leans down and kisses your lips softly while squeezing his fingers ever so gently. All too soon, he pulls away.

There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he takes in the view. “You look so pretty with my hand around your throat, princess.”

You feel your face heat up, and you pull him back down for another kiss, “It’s not fair,” you mumble against his lips. “How quickly you switch from cute to sexy.”

Yuuji laughs, his grip faltering for a moment, “You know I love you, right?” You can’t help giggling along as you nod.

“Good.” He readjusts his hand and grips tighter than before, making you gasp. His other arm snakes down to the front of your pants. “Now, let’s see just how much you really enjoyed this.”

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Daddy tsumu punishing his cry baby gf making her humping his pillow while he sit there just to watch

atsumu can be a mean daddy but he always gives in.

content warning: 18+ content including daddy kink/ddlg themes, pillow humping, crying, condescension.

“Why are you still crying, baby?”

You don’t bother answering the question.

You only sniffle, squishing Atsumu’s pillow beneath your palms as you continue to desperately rut your puffy cunt against it. The friction is good. It heats up your entire body— your toes curl due to the white heat pooling in your tummy, but you can’t cum like this. You both know that. 

“Ya wanted my attention so bad, bad enough to act like a rotten brat. Now you have it ‘n you’re crying.” The way he scoffs makes your chest feel tight.

“Daddy,” you hiccup, raising your hands only to grab at him. You can see his stern expression soften.

Because after all, you do look quite pathetic. Tear stained cheeks, raw ‘n pouty lips that are just begging him to do anything and everything to your trembling body. His fingertips tingle to feel your dewy skin, and in a moment of weakness, he finally touches you without any thought to it.

He sits in front of you, making the mattress dip a bit as he places his big hands on your flexing thighs while you continue to grind down onto the plush pillow between them.

With your bottom lip wobbling, you meet his eyes and whisper tearfully, “I wanna cum, daddy.”

“Do ya really think you deserve it?”

Your frantic nodding is expected. Before you can babble anything else, his fingers slip between your cunt and the now messy material. All it takes is a few, skilled circles of your little clit and you’re cumming. His touch alone is enough to guide you towards the edge. Your hands fly down once again to wrap your own, dainty in comparison fingers around his forearm and keep him there. Even after you cum.

“Thank you, daddy... Love you, daddy!” You slur, falling forward and smooshing your wet face against his shoulder in pure bliss.

“Spoiled rotten.” Atsumu mutters.

But your little admissions go straight to his heart, and it shows as he gives you a moment to calm down, playing with your hair and brushing his lips against your forehead. Up until he decides it’s time to shove you down into the mattress and stretch you out on his cock that’s throbbing in his pants.

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i want to see more hq!parent aus.....just thinking about this makes my brain go brrrrrr because......imagine dilf!iwaizumi who had a pretty rough divorce with his ex-wife, he did everything he could to keep his daughter by his side. now, of course all he wanted was his daughter but he's a professional athletic trainer so it's really hard for him to get used to this torn-in-between-home-and-work life! every sunday morning he's in the kitchen, one arm wrapped around his daughters tiny waist while he tries to prepare breakfast. he's shirtless, his hair is a mess because his daughter tried to wake him up by pulling his hair, and his eyes are puffy because he couldn't sleep at all-- attention completely on his daughter, ready to get up from his bed and run to her room if she cries. even though he's almost thirty-five he's in shape, and he looks good, he looks young nonetheless. he's big, strong, protective of his daughter-- he seems tough but he's actually very anxious about his daughter's future and the way he's raising her-- he can't help but doubts himself.

trusting oikawa's word shouldn't even be an option but iwaizumi doesn't know what to do anymore-- he's always exhausted to spend time with his daughter when he comes back home, she doesn't want to go daycare, she's moody and stubborn and making it harder for iwaizumi to leave her behind and go to work. that's when oikawa says "find a babysitter." well, it's not like it's really easy to do that-- but iwaizumi thinks he can give it a go. "just find a college student or something, i mean a pretty dumb one too. you can always make them stay longer, just ask nicely-- that way nothing will get in the way of your work life, and you won't be too exhausted to spend time with your daughter during weekends."

iwaizumi should've known that oikawa would say something like that-- however he just can't help but agree with him, that's all he needs... someone who'll stay as long as he needs, and take care of her daughter. he has to find someone who's very careful and responsible! that's how you and iwaizumi find each other-- you need cash, and he needs a babysitter. it happens really quickly and you can only understand what has just happened after you leave iwaizumi's house-- holy shit, fuck, did he really offer to pay you that much?

and soon after you start your job as his daughter's babysitter, iwaizumi, a normal single dad who's very busy with his work but also-really-hot starts to catch your attention even more. whenever he comes back home earlier than he told you, he wants you to stay for dinner, he lets you help him to prepare the dinner, he even offers to watch a movie all together before his daughter goes to sleep. it's one of these nights again, but this time his daughter is in iwaizumi's arms and sleeping peacefully while he prepares the dinner for you two. you're sitting on one of the chairs, your cheek rested on your hand as you watch his back tense and relax with every move of his arm. his shirt is thin, way too thin that it's dangerous at this point because you just can't take your eyes off of him.

"hey, y/n! are you listening?", once his voice becomes clear you dumbfoundedly blink at him, your cheeks heating up when you realize that you got caught. "can you put her in bed?" you nod in silence and take her into your own arms, carefully carrying her to the room you're already very familiar with. her room is right next to iwaizumi's room, and it take everything in you to stop yourself from snooping around in his room. when you get back to the kitchen you find iwaizumi shirtless and your face immediately gets red when you two lock eyes, iwaizumi sighs as he scratches his nape. "can you get me a new shirt, there should be one on top of my bed."

without saying a word you make your way to his room, heart beating like crazy-- it's the only sound you can hear at that moment. maybe it's not a good idea, and maybe it'd be better if he got his own shirt because iwaizumi's room is so warm, everywhere smells like him, the black sheets covering his queen-size bed seems like pure heaven... it might sound creepy but you want to bury your head in his pillow, just to feel yourself get lost in his manly, sharp scent. it takes a minute or two to get your shit together and leave the room, and you close the door behind you before making your way to the kitchen.

you step into the kitchen, hand the shirt to iwaizumi, and watch how his muscles flex as he puts the shirt on.

you get caught, again.

but this time, iwaizumi doesn't let it slip.

"you like what you're seeing, pretty girl?", you feel your mouth run dry-- if iwaizumi managed to light a little spark in you when you two first met, he now managed to turn that little spark into hot flames spreading all over your body. you can't find the right words, struggle to say something, anything for moment before breathing out a "yes."

and that's all iwaizumi needs to hear.

he has you trapped between his arms and the kitchen counter in seconds, your heaving chest is pressed against his chest. you feel small, little and vulnerable like this-- iwaizumi's big, strong, he's like a predator who finally managed to trap his prey. even the thought of this makes the coin flip, you press your legs together in an attempt to get some friction. iwaizumi hovers over you, a slight smirk plastered on his face while his dark eyes shine ever so slightly-- everything about him at that moment screams dangerous, but it's as if pulling you in.

you let him-- let his calloused hands explore your trembling body, let his lips trail kisses along your neck and down to your shoulders. he takes his time when he finally kisses you, his tongue runs over your lips while his hands grope your breasts-- his knee perfectly fitting in between your legs. everything about this is messy, you can feel the saliva dripping down to your chin as well as your panties becoming uncomfortably sticky.

he gets down, down, down and-- finally, fucking finally, you think... but he just presses kisses to your inner thighs before getting up. you whine, eyes start to fill with tears immediately. it's not fair! you want to say that to his face too, but iwaizumi is just smiling, very softly, as he helps you get down from the kitchen counter. "you should stay after dinner, too", he mumbles, catches your lips in a short but chaste kiss. "you know, for dessert."

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watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or…

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

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losing his v-card // Yuji Itadori

tags: loss of v-card, vaginal penetration, premature ejaculation, creampie, slight male overstim

character(s): Yuji Itadori (jjk)

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If you enjoy writing for Atsumu, could you maybe consider writing about a more softer session with him? Thank you💕💕

of course! i hope this is good, i haven’t written soft sex in a while (oops)

“angel.” your pet name rolling off his tongue like that has you shivering.

atsumu looks at you, holding your hands that had been placed so nicely above your head, thumbs smoothing down the backs of them.

“hm?” you answer, huffing as his hips swivel against yours once more.

“yer okay? right?” he asks, a deep tenor to his voice as you squeeze his cock in response to the vibration of the bass in his question.

tears prickle your eyes as you feel the adoration he has towards you, you nod. biting your lips again as his pelvis shifts into you once more, pressing his cock against a spot that has you seeing stars.

“yeah-“ you exhale, “m okay tsumu.” his grip against your hands tightens just a bit, the way you breath against him, voice pitched high because hes fucking you so good has him dazed.

he withdraws from your heat, slamming forward to bury himself as far as he can, and you gasp- scream out his name in response.

“you feel so good angel.” he groans, still keeping the gaze he had on you.

he was the one that looked like the angel above you, sweat clingin on to every dip and muscle he had, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat he had worked up fucking you open. his tongue peaking out from behind his teeth to lick at his lips, you clenched around him at that, you were always particularly weak for that muscle of his.

his arms shook at the feeling of you clamping down, his eyebrows rising. once he realized what had you react like that he smiled, once again swiping it against his lips.

“yer a naughty little thing aren’t ya.” he smiled even more, leaning down to run his tongue all up the side of your neck, your giggle mixed in with a moan at the feeling.

“naughty? you think i’m naughty.”

he nodded,

“with the way you squeeze around my cock... yeah, youre naughty.”

at this point you could taste your orgasm, the sound of his groans mixed with yours, along with the sharp sound of his balls slapping against you, his thighs shook from the exertion. you could only hold on at this point, you wiggled your hands free from his own and wrapped it around his shoulders, bringing him closer.

“tell me you love me.” you whispered, it was what you needed to tip over the edge.

he panted at your words, a blush creeping up his neck. the vulnerability of it all had him closing his eyes for a second.

“i love you.” he whispered.

you moaned out his name, and urgency laced in your voice as you asked him to say it again.

“i-i love you.” he repeated. he came undone first, hips stuttering and slowing down as he dragged his cock inside you, a hand finding the spot that he knew would make you cum and worked at it.

he held you down as you spasmed againts him, milking him for everything he had, emptying himself in you.

his arms shook with the effort of holding himself up, atsumu pulled away, groaning at the feeling of not being inside you.

he turned his body so it plopped down next to you, his arms coming to find your warmth and hold you next to him.

he smiled as you hummed, happy, satisfied. he wanted to keep you this way forever.

“i love you too tsumu.” you smiled, threading your hands through his hair.

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Hiii id like to request from I love you #16 with atsumu :)

Hello anonnie! Thank you for requesting! I hope you like this! 💗

Atsumu + ❣️#16 “How did I get this lucky?” + NSFW

Days off are rare, and Atsumu never used to really care much for them, until he met you. Now, days off are the most precious days to him. They’re the days where he can wake up at the crack of dawn and go to his morning gym session, then shower and slide back into bed with you. They’re the days where he can hold you a little longer, and a little tighter, where in those quiet, early morning moments he can bask in your warmth, and the peaceful smile on your face when you turn to him and snuggle closer.

You’re both lying chest to chest, and he smiles when you make a small noise of content as he caresses your soft hair and traces the contours of your face with a gentleness not much people knew he possessed.

“How did I get so lucky?” he whispers to himself.

“Because you know how to change a spare tire,” you mumble, making him chuckle as he remembers how you met.

You open your eyes slowly, adjusting to the soft light now starting to peek through the curtains. Atsumu’s body shields you from most of the brightness, and you’re more than grateful.

“What time is it?” you ask, stifling a yawn and burying your face into his warm chest.

“Around 6:30,” he answers, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Ugh so early, good morning,” you respond with a cheeky kiss against his neck.

Atsumu shivers at the feel of your lips against his neck, “G’morning, sweetheart.”

The way his voice drops doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and a small smirk plays on your lips. You kiss his neck again, then try to roll away from him but his arms tighten around you.

“Where d’ya think you’re going?” he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“To make us breakfast…?” it comes out as more of a question when you see his eyes darkening.

“After that little stunt you just pulled?” he presses you tighter against him, “I don’t think so.”

Without warning, his lips are on yours asserting dominance. You moan softly when his tongue swipes across your lips coaxing them open. You almost don’t even notice when he changes your position until he has both your hands pinned above your head.

He pulls back for air and looks down at you, signature smirk in place, “Look at you princess…all outta breath, you look so pretty like this,” he whispers, drinking in your flushed, red face, and puffy lips. He stares unabashedly at the way your chest heaves rapidly and dips his head down to leave a trail of purple bruises down the column of your neck and the swell of your breasts.

You gasp when the thin sheet that covers you disappears with a swift yank of his hand. Your body arches naturally and pliantly towards his ministrations. He continues trailing kisses down the valley of your breasts and down your stomach, setting your hands free as he goes lower.

You already feel the heat pooling in your lower stomach, and you try to clamp your legs together for some friction, but his body prevents you from doing so. You whine in frustration when his kisses become slower and slower as he nears the place you want him the most.

“Don’t tease me,” you whimper, your hands going to his hair and tugging.

He hisses and looks up at you before biting at the soft flesh of your thigh, making you yelp.

“Behave now sweetheart, so I can have my breakfast,” he growls at you and yanks your legs apart, licking a stripe up your slit, drawing out a shaky moan from you.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and your legs fall even further apart as he lavishes your slick cunt expertly with his tongue.

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giving virgin yuuji a pussy job is the best choice you've ever made. his cheeks are pinker than his hair, and his cock is thick and veiny. you feel it throb against your glistening folds as the weeping tip brushes against your puffy clit.

you move your hips, sliding them to drag your cunt over yuuji's cock, reveling in how sweet it feels, how hot, how good.

he's a whimpering mess beneath you, hands grasping at your hips desperately, his own hips jerking upward as if they have minds of their own.

he's asking so sweetly, begging so nicely for moremoremoremore but you're not in a particularly giving mood... no. you don't want this to be too easy for him.

and so, you make him cum just from your cunt dragging along his length. hot, sticky ropes smear over his belly and chest. his whimpers taper off, but you still hear a few whines for more...

. .. and when you do, you're quick to straddle his face, hands lacing through his hair and pressing his hot, needy tongue against your dripping cunt.

he's got to work for it.

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Back To You

Oikawa Tooru Oneshot

Summary: You’ve moved on. You found someone new so why, why do you keep coming back to him?

Paring: Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cheating! I do not condone actual cheating but this is fanfiction not real life, Unprotected Sex with mentions of breeding but remember to wrap it kids!

You could feel his stare piercing you even from across the court. White hot, curious with a streak of jealousy.

Of course.

That’s to be expected when you show up to your old boyfriend’s match with your new boyfriend. You tried to ignore his stare as you helped Ragnar – your boyfriend – stretch before the game.

“Babe? Can you pull the other now?” He asks you, smiling sweetly, and it makes you sick that you have to give it all your might to concentrate on him, not the brunette standing just on the other side of the court.

“Of course,” You mentally scold yourself for even letting him cross your mind, pushing down the feeling of your hammering heart and complying with Ragnar. “That hard enough baby?”

“I bet I could give it to you harder,” He smiled suddenly, and you feel yourself become flustered as you realize what he meant.

“Shut up!” You scold him lightly, giggling a little while shaking your head. “You’re such a perv, you know that?”

“Oh come on,” Ragnar whines, his bottom lip jutting out a little in a pout. “You promised that if I won this game then we’d...you know...”

“That was only if you won,” You reminded him, emphasizing only. “Which won’t happen if the star player gets put out for pulling a muscle. So focus.”

“Right, right,” Ragnar finally complied and you ignored the whispers as people slowly began to talk.

“Hey...isn’t that Oikawa’s ex girlfriend?” Someone whispered, causing you to tense up.

“Yeah, I wonder what she’s doing here.”

“Do you think she came to see him?”

“Nah, it looks like she moved on. With a player from the opposing team, no less!”

“Come on,” You gently tugged on Ragnar’s arm as your heart hammered in your chest. “Let’s go set you up, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ragnar agreed and you tightly gripped his hand as he lead you deeper into his team’s territory. A few people that would be playing greeted you, but you hardly acknowledged them as you sat down on the bench and then heard him talking.

“Big crowd isn’t it?” Oikawa said nonchalantly, but you could hear something lingering in his voice.

“Yeah. Best not get too caught up in it,” You heard someone else respond. Iwaizumi, of course. He had been one of your closest friends when you and Oikawa were still dating, but after you broke up the two of you slowly drifted away.

You felt bad for cutting him off but you knew that he was Oikawa’s friend first and it’d be too awkward trying to share him.

You needed a clean break from Oikawa, so why, why were you straining so hard to hear him talk?

“Let’s go say hello to some of our opponents,” You then heard Oikawa suggest, causing you to freeze. Ragnar had long since walked away, so you were the only one that noticed the seemingly thunderous footsteps of the last two people you wanted to see.

You knew he was coming, you could feel his stare and desperately tried to move. You willed your body to pick itself up, but somehow you remained seated as suddenly his presence washed over you.

“Well, well,” You flinched at his voice, too close for comfort but still as beautiful and smooth as ever. You could tell he was smirking. “You guys seem pretty good from where we’re standing, I can tell this is gonna be a tough game.”

He was lying. You knew Oikawa and you knew that he’d wipe the floor with Ragnar’s team. This was Seijoh after all- they were the favorites for nationals.

“Uh, thanks?” Seeing as your boyfriend was team captain, he was the one that replied. You kept your eyes glued to him, and him only as you watched the interaction.

“No problem,” Oikawa smirked. “You know I’d even go so far to say I’m nervous,” He said, and you wanted to scream from how he was taunting your boyfriend. But you feared it’d be worse if you got involved.

“Well, we’re not called Tigers for no reason,” Ragnar chuckled. His gaze flashed to you and immediately you could see Oikawa scowling.

“Our playing styles seem to be a lot different,” Oikawa started, “So I wish you luck. But I think you’ll find that you and me- we’re not so different after all.”

For the first time since you had broken up with him, you and Oikawa made eye contact. He winked at you as your (E/C) eyes went wide, your mouth going dry. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

The way he purred your name should have been illegal. And you kicked yourself as your heart began to flutter, butterflies forming in your stomach.

Dammit! You tore your eyes away and looked anywhere but him.

God, you fucking hated him.

How did he manage to have this effect on you, months after you had seen each other? How he did still make you nervous? How did he still make your thighs clench together by saying your name just right, just like he used to do while he had you underneath him and whimpering from his touch?

You sucked in a breath and shook away the tears that threatened to surface. You felt so disgusting, sitting there with your body gravitating towards him and that bastard knew it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ragnar frowned, suddenly becoming defensive as he noticed Oikawa looking straight at you. The brunette chuckled.

“Oh nothing,” He sighed like he hadn’t just called out his girlfriend directly. “Well, we better get going. The game should be starting soon. See you around.”

You averted your gaze as you fixated on Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s shoes. Their presence was so off-putting that you flinched again when Oikawa called out your name.

“Oh, and Y/N/N,” You hated the power he still had over you. Because as soon as he addressed you by that name, you looked up.

He smirked. “I’ll be seeing you soon,” He promised, something that he had been retreating over the many texts and DM’s he had sent you.

You gulped.

“Come on, leave her alone,” Iwaizumi gently tugged on Oikawa’s sleeve, dragging him away sending you a look of apology. You nodded in acceptance and then let out a breath when they were finally gone.

“Do you know him?” Ragnar immediately asked, watching Oikawa’s back with hard eyes.

You sighed. “Nope. I’ve never...I’ve never seen him in my life. I was just friends with the guy he was with.”

“Humph,” Ragnar hummed as soon as your phone pinged. Picking it up, you became frozen in shock at the message.

You looked beautiful today, my love. Too bad you were on his arm and not mine.

“Is everything alright?” Ragnar asked carefully, looking at your dejected face. “He didn’t spook you out or anything, did he?”

“N-No, It’s fine,” You stutter, quickly hiding your phone. “I’m fine. Don’t let it get to you- he’s probably just using me to get to you.”

If only he knew. It was much, much more than that.

Oikawa waited for Ragnar to leave and then he smirked when your gaze automatically flickered to his, like he knew it would. Winking, you almost lost it when his lips began to move and he mouthed ‘I love you,’ just when the whistle blew.

–

“YES!”

You grinned in happiness as your boyfriend and his teammates jumped around in victory, having beat Seijou by just a point.

You had to admit, you were on edge the entire game. Regretfully you had spent a good amount of time looking back and forth between your boyfriend and your ex, watching them battle it out.

Ragnar had been amazing out there but Oikawa...Oikawa had been absolutely phenomenal.

It was obvious he had improved in the time you were apart. His spike were still deadly and they were powerful enough to score 15 points. Halfway through the game, you had been sure Seijou would win the game.

But when it really mattered, little mistakes is what got them. So that’s why you were currently celebrating with your team, but didn’t really feel like a win.

Not for you.

“Y/N!” Ragnar snapped you out of your thoughts by pulling you into a sudden kiss, causing you to squeak. “We did it baby- I told you!”

“Yeah!” You were grateful he was too excited to hear your halfhearted reply, and too distracted to see your tight smile. “Congrats, baby. I knew you could do it.”

No you didn’t. Guilt pooled in your stomach as you remembered ranking Oikawa over your own boyfriend. You stomach twisted- how could you do that? How could you sit there that entire game waiting for Ragnar to fail if only you got to see Oikawa win?

You felt sick with yourself.

“Come on,” Ragnar gently tugged on your arm and smiled shyly. “Let’s all get back to the bus, yeah? I believe you have a promise to fufill,” He whispered that last part lowly, causing you to shiver and widen your eyes.

“Right,” You smiled tightly, pretending like your heart wasn’t about to pound out of your chest. “Let me just...let me check to see if we got everything. I’ll do a final sweep and meet you there.”

“Okay,” Ragnar grinned and leaned down to press a kiss on your cheek. Then, with all thirteen of his teammates he exited the building leaving you standing there, hollow.

“What are you doing?” You asked yourself, watching them walk away. “Why am I staying?”

It felt wrong to leave just now. It felt like you had something else to do. Someone else to see.

“Dammit,” You cursed as your feet began to go in the opposite direction, jogging lightly and prayed that they were still there.

It was just your luck that Seijou was on the opposite side of the building, and all of the buses were still there which meant there was a possibility he wouldn’t even be inside.

“Shit!”

You couldn’t believe you were being this stupid. Why were you running towards him, hoping to catch him before he left? Why did you care? Why had you never stopped caring?

“Y/N?” Iwaizumi’s surprised voice was difficult to hear over your heavy breathing, but you managed, raising your head to meet his eyes.

“Iwa-Chan,” You used his old nickname, setting yourself up straight. “I-”

“Why are you here?” He hadn’t meant it to sound rude, he was surprised that’s all. Hell, you were surprised yourself.

“I...” Why were you here?

Your eyes scanned the surroundings behind Iwaizumi. Fourteen players, but there were sixteen on the team. He followed your gaze, and his eyes softened when he noticed you looking.

“In the locker room,” He suddenly said, snapping your attention back to him.

You frowned. “W-What?”

“He’s in the locker room,” Iwaizumi repeated, knowing that’s who you were looking for. You felt your chest tighten.

“I-I wasn’t...”

“Bus leaves in 30 minutes. Don’t make him late, please,” Iwaizumi told you like it was nothing. You suddenly felt embarrassed. He had read you like an open book.

“T-Thank you,” You nodded in appreciation before turning in that direction. “Thank you, Iwaizumi. I-It was good to see you.”

He studied you for moment. It looked like he was about to say something, but then he just shook his head.

“You too, Y/N-Chan. Thank you for this,” Iwaizumi said. “He...he needs you right now.”

You felt like all the air disappeared from your lungs. Your heart pounded uncomfortably, while a tiny voice in your head told you ‘No. Don’t do this.’

“Okay,” You ignored the voice and got moving. Your feet walking in a direction you shouldn’t have been going. Your heart leading the way while your brain screamed profanities.

When you got to the locker room, you could already hear him pacing around. He was cursing, mumbling to himself about things you couldn’t hear until you got closer.

“O-Oikawa?” Your voice was hesitant, but you forced yourself to say something.

Immediately, his brown eyes snapped to you. Surprise- just like Iwaizumi- filled them, but no sooner than it appeared, it was gone.

“Y-Y/N-Chan?” He stuttered your name like he had never uttered it before. It made you even more nervous, but nevertheless your body pulled you in closer. “W-What are you doing here?”

“I-I came to see you,” You forced out, tearing your eyes away. It was too much. His gaze was too intense.

Oikawa scoffed. “After that? Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend, celebrating?”

You didn’t like the way he said ‘your boyfriend.’ It felt wrong, coming from his lips. Like words that shouldn’t exist. You gulped.

“He’s on the bus,” You explained, still keeping your head down. “He...They’re waiting for me.”

“And what-” You could see his shoes getting closer, “Don’t tell me you came back for me,” He said in disbelief.

You sighed. “I wanted to see if you were okay,” You finally got the courage to look up and meet his eyes, and when you did you nearly melted.

Nothing had changed. He could still captivate you with one look- that damn look he was giving you now.

“Oh,” He sounded genuinely confused.

“Y-Yeah,” You stuttered slightly. “It’s just...I know how much you hate losing,” You mumbled quietly, embarrassed. “Especially if it’s to...”

“If it’s to him?” Oikawa finished, and you nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. “Well, you wouldn’t be wrong.”

You guys were so close now that you could begin to feel his body heat. Oikawa was always so warm, it was one of the things you love about him.

Wait a minute. Love?

“Hey,” He was bold and reached over to take your hand, causing electricity to flow through both of you. “Look at me.”

Even though it was softly spoken, you knew that it was a command. And, unable to resist him, you did.

You looked deep into his eyes and you could see every ounce of love he had for you. You could see the lust, the longing, but also the pain that still lingered months after you had parted ways.

“Tell me something,” Oikawa spoke again, letting out a breath. “Do you still love me?”

The question caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting him to jump right in, to dive head first after only just seeing you again.

But for Tooru- you knew he needed to know. You knew that your words would determine would what happen next, if the tension between you two would boil over or if it would simmer to a stop.

“I never stopped,” You confessed honestly, clenching your fists. “Everyday- everyday I’m not with you is like hell for me. I keep thinking back to it, that day you left. And I-”

Tears began to well in your eyes at the memory. All the screaming, the crying and the petty insults you had thrown at one another all seemed so...irrelevant now. Oikawa was staring at you with pure love, love that had never stopped for you. And now...now you began to wonder why either of you ever walked away.

“I’m sorry,” His fingers brushed the side of your face and you relished in his touch, immediately melting into him. “I’m sorry for everything- for what I said to you. For walking away...” Oikawa trailed off for a moment and then he resumed, his eyes squeezing shut. “...For letting someone else take you before I had the chance...before I could...”

“Hey,” Now it was his turn to melt into your touch. Oikawa leaned into you as you cupped his cheek, sighing almost painfully. He had waited too long to feel your touch again. “It’s okay. We both said a lot of things that day. I’m sorry too.”

“I still love you, you know,” Oikawa blurted out. He sounded embarrassed, but little did he know how much they effected you.

It was wrong, you knew that. To be holding your ex, comforting him while your boyfriend was waiting on you. It was wrong but...god it felt so right.

“I know,” You murmured quietly, pressing yourself into him. You could feel the hard outline of his muscles, a feeling that was familiar to you. Your body immediately flushed, subconsciously yearning for more.

“I broke your heart into two,” He said regretfully, his face contorting into pain.

“I know,” But still, you pressed your forehead to his. “But when it healed...it was still beating for you,” You confessed, Oikawa’s arm gently wrapping around your waist to pull you close.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” He said breathlessly, and then before you could react his lips were on yours.

It was like...taking a deep breath after being underwater for so long. So refreshing, so vital to keep living that you had no choice but to surrender to it.

You were quick to lean into him, kissing back with as much passion and feriocity as you could. In that short amount of time, somehow your hands found his hair and Oikawa’s fingers began to find their way up your shirt.

“Can I...” He pulled away to tug on your shirt, looking at with you with absolute need.

“Yes,” You couldn’t get the word out fast enough, excitement running through your veins as Oikawa all but ripped it off. “God, yes.”

“So beautiful,” He muttered slightly, smiling when he saw you were wearing his favorite bra. “It’s like you were expecting this,” He said, but you only responded by leaning to kiss him again.

You couldn’t get enough, it had been so long, too long since his mouth had been on yours. Your body had been craving him for such a long time and now that you had him, you were eager to be as close as you could.

“Your turn,” You told him, pulling away to now tug on his shirt. “Off.”

“Yes ma’am,” Oikawa smirked at your request and immediately took it off, throwing it in some random corner. “Is this good?”

“Perfect,” You murmured lovingly, running your hands over his beautiful body.

Oikawa shivered underneath your touch, anticipation racing through his as you traced his abs.

“It’s been too long,” He said, you nodding in agreement. “It’s not enough, I need to-”

“I know,” You already knew what he wanted and you were eager to comply, stepping away to wiggle out of your jeans. Then, you snapped the bralette off which left you standing in only your cute pale panties.

“Mine,” Your back was against the lockers before you could even blink, a possessive glint in Oikawa’s eyes as he eyed your almost naked body.

“It’s always been yours,” You reminded him, before pulling him down in another kiss. This was one was messier, your desire for one another evident as your tongues danced with each other. Oikawa was pressing so hard against you that you could feel his hard on through his shorts, smirking when he moaned as you grinded against him.

“I need those off,” You ordered, your core beginning to trob at the anticipation. Oikawa was the same, wanting nothing more than to finally be inside of you again. He pulled down his shorts like it was nothing, and then he yanked at your panties, feeling them to be soaked.

“Someone’s excited,” He chuckled, and you moaned as he stoked over your clothed pussy.

“Off,” You whimpered, not being able to stand it anymore. It was unbearable- he was right there, so why wasn’t he buried inside of you?

“Yes ma’am,” Once again, he gave you what you wanted and then shed his boxers, his erection springing free. Your mouth watered at the sight of his pretty cock, standing all hard because of you.

“I’ve missed this,” You admitted as Oikawa pulled your panties down. “I need-”

“I got you,” He promised, finally sliding off the material and then pressing you against the lockers once more. He bent down to hook his arms underneath your thighs, automatically bringing your pussy to hover right over his tip.

He was beyond eager, something you’d never seen in Oikawa before. Usually, he could tease you for hours but this time was different.

“Do you want me to...you want me to prep you first?” He offered like a true gentleman, but you could tell it was killing him to not be inside of you already.

“N-No,” You declined as his cock rubbed over your wet folds. “Not today- next time-”

“Next time,” Oikawa promised, before capturing you into a kiss and slowly sinking himself in.

The stretch was beautiful, you couldn’t help but whimper as your pussy finally became full after months. And from Oikawa no less, it felt like a perfect fit as he gripped you tightly and buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head at the sensation, your pussy sucking him in. There was something so gratifying, so beautiful about being inside of you again and being able to feel all of you.

It didn’t matter if you were still taking birth control or not. Oikawa was determined to cum inside of you, he was determined to fill you to the brink.

“Move,” You whimpered in his arms, the feeling of his cock pushing past your tight ring of muscles painful, but also reliving. This is what you wanted, you wanted this feeling of him. And you wanted him faster.

“O-Okay,” Oikawa gave you what you wanted and bucked his hips into you, moaning at how tight you felt. You always squeezed him just right, but it seemed like today your walls were determined to milk him dry. Not that he minded of course, but he had to squeeze his eyes shut and focus so that he wouldn’t fill you up right then and there.

“T-Tooru...” Your broken moans only encouraged him to go faster, lockers behind you shaking as he pounded you good. Thank god he was strong- he had no trouble holding you up as he drilled into you over and over again.

“God you’re so fucking tight,” Oikawa moaned and nuzzled himself into your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

You knew he was going to mark you up, stake his claim to any man that came near you. That included Ragnar but you no longer cared, the feeling of him abusing your cervix washing out anything else.

“Oh god,” You gasped, snapping your eyes open as Oikawa angled his hips to hit just the right spot. That spot that made you go absolutely wild, crying out his name like a prayer as you held on for dear life.

“Oikawa!”

“That’s right baby,” He pulled away from your neck and grunted, looking straight into your eyes as he abused it over and over again. “Let them know who you’ve always belonged to- let them know that I’m the first and only man that’s ever touched this little pussy!”

“I-” You threw your head back as stars began to cloud your vision, “Y-You’re the only one, baby. It’s always you. It’ll always be you,” You cried out, a tear slipping down your face from sheer pleasure.

“I know,” Oikawa kissed your cheeks and then you could feel his thrusts getting sloppy- he was close.

As both of your orgasms came close he made sure to take one hand from under your thighs and then used his fingers to rub your clit. Once again, you marveled this mans strength because he managed to hold you up with one hand while simultaneously pleasuring you at the same time.

“B-Baby...” You could feel the knot in your stomach about to unravel, and you held onto Oikawa as euphoria washed over you. “I-I’m gonna-”

“Let it go, sweetheart,” Oikawa moaned as his own movement stiffened, and then you feel his warm cum paint your walls.

With one last cry, you clenched around him and let it go, yelling out his name so loud there was no way somebody couldn’t hear you, and Oikawa secretly wished it was Ragnar.

A feeling of smugness mixed in with the pleasure as he emptyed himself inside of you, knowing that nobody else had ever had you like this before.

You were full of him, of his cum, and his cock was the only that’s ever had the pleasure to breed you.

He filled your womb like it was nothing and once you both came down, you were a shaking and crying mess against him.

“I love you, Oikawa Tooru,” You mumbled against his lips as he kissed you messily.

“I love you too, Y/N L/N,” He said honestly, giving one last trust before pulling out of you.

Oikawa let go of your legs but he was there to quickly hold your trembling body, your legs unstable. You looked up at him with eyes filled with pure love and admiration and god, Oikawa thinks you’ve never looked prettier with tear stains on your cheeks and with your pussy leaking with his cum.

“Does this mean-” Ever the bold one, he dared to ask, “Does this mean you’re coming home with me?”

“Y-Yes,” You stuttered out slightly, your chest tightening at the prospect of leaving Ragnar but not because you loved him, but because you felt guilty. “What am I gonna...what am I gonna say?” You wondered, but Oikawa already had that planned.

“Leave that to me,” He promised, bending down to pick up your phone. You watched him hesitantly as he unlocked it, smirking when he realized you didn’t even have his picture on your home screen.

“What are you doing?” You asked slightly panicked as he opened up Snapchat.

“This,” You gasped as Oikawa was suddenly inside of you again, your pussy struggling to take him after what just happened. You didn’t even have to think as you held onto his biceps tightly, Oikawa beginning to thrust again.

“Think twice before you take something that’s mine,” You heard him growl, and then he was sliding out, sending the video straight to Ragnar.

“Did you just-”

“He needed to know his place,” Oikawa said casually, scooping you into his arms again. “He may have beat me today, but he lost the most incredible girl he could have ever had.”

“Did you seriously just do that?” You were still floored, struggling to wrap your brain around it. I mean you knew Oikawa was petty but this-?

“Did you expect anything else, my dove?” He chuckled.

You sighed. “Honestly...no. No I didn’t,” You found yourself grinning at him just as your phone pinged, blowing up with texts and snaps from Ragnar.

“Well, I guess that’s our cue,” Oikawa laughed, opening a snap and sending back a selfie. “Come on- you can delete all of his stuff on the bus.”

“You’re...you’re unbelievable,” You told him with wide-eyes, your phone pinging again.

“I know,” Oikawa smiles, “But I have you back either way.”

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gardenland

icu

tooru x reader

kissing him in italy

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tooru’s hands are your favourite feature. most of his body parts are. but if you had to choose a part to kiss the most — it’d be his hands.

they feel even better as he drags the tips of his fingers over your cheeks. you’re a mile away from his summer home in italy. nostalgia courses through his veins, you can feel it from the warmth he gives off. you’re in a park, sunbathing underneath an olive tree. he’s on his stomach, perched on his elbows. you’re on your back, the straps of your dress falling off your shoulders, legs bent to his direction.

the grass presses against the skin of your shoulder bones. you sigh, closing your eyes, as four of tooru’s fingers rest on your cheeks, his thumb hovering over your upper lip.

“so beautiful.”

your chest burns. his name rests as a chain around your neck. his ring on your finger. suddenly you’re floating on clouds. the sunshine lands on your eyes when you open them. you squint and you’re left seeing him.

“can i kiss you?”

you giggle at his vacuous question, laughing even more at the fake-dense expression on his pretty face. you sit up, he lays down. it’s like clockwork — as you crawl on top.

“what type of question is that?” you lean down, nose brushing against his own. your arms are caged around his large frame, dress lifting up to your mid-thigh. tooru finds solace in the skin there.

“you can do anything you want with me,” you murmur hotly into his ear and he laughs when your hair tickles his collar bones, “mr. oikawa.”

you lift your head up spontaneously. he looks pretty underneath you. he looks pretty always. he even looks pretty in that stupid white polo shirt and seersucker shorts. but he flew you all the way out to italy for your anniversary. and he’s your fiancé. so you bite your lip and softly tap his cheek instead of criticizing his fashion sense.

he turns his head and nibbles on your index finger. you feign discomfort, “h—hey, ouch!”

a laugh escapes your throat before you can help it. tooru takes your surprise as a chance to roll you over. you struggle under him, but suddenly he’s leaning down.

“get off of me.” you jut your hands — or at least you try to — but he pins your wrists down with one hand above your head. you feel like a doll. his hands feel nice against your skin though. you shake your head. stupid.

he shows you his pearly whites, as his chestnut coloured hair falls across his forehead, “thought you’d let me do anything i want with you?”

his other stray hand brushes against your leg, dress lifting dangerously upwards. a chilly breeze graces your thigh. your eyes widen. “no—not here, stupid! are you crazy?!”

your jaw is tense. a slight wind has goosebumps raise on your arms. and they erect even more when tooru trails his lips over your neck, dragging them up to your ear.

“i wasn’t gonna do that,” he rasps in your ear. you want to punch him, “but that’s an idea.”

you pray to the heavens above that no locals are witnessing this. your lips slightly tremble with anticipation. he feels… good, on top of you. you have to admit. he’s careful not to crush you with his body weight.

you sort of want him to.

“can you just kiss me and get it over with already?”

your voice is barely a whisper. a fire sprouts on your cheeks, they’re hot to the touch. tooru slightly pulls away, feeling you relax beneath him. he trails the hand resting on your leg, up your torso, past your chest, against your collarbone, and onto your cheek. (smiling, as he does so. the little shit. the little devil.)

“is that what my princess wants?”

his voice is deep as he looks down at you like a pirate that’s stumbled upon a pearl. his hand is cold on your face. fuck fuck fuck fuck butterflies are flying around your stomach now.

“it—it’s what you wanted you littl—!”

you can’t even finish your sentence. his lips taste of the peaches you picked from the tree near the gazebo in his backyard. you can’t help but gasp for air. he releases your hands he pins on top of you, to only place it around your waist. you giggle between breathes and the detaching intervals, your hands finding a home around tooru’s neck. the grass digs into the skin of your backside — but you can’t find yourself to care. all you want is him, him, him.

and when you stop, you’re left looking at each other. swollen lips and smiles. peaches and cream.

“love you.” his fingers brush against your cheekbones.

you bury your head in the crook of his neck. you want to stay like this forever.

“love you too…. i guess…”

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“Oh,” says Atsumu as he points an accusing finger at you. “You’re here too?”

The door closes behind him as he flops down beside you on the featherbed. Around you there are clothes strewn, makeup bags with its contents spilling, robes, trays of finished food that still haven’t been cleaned. You roll your eyes and keep staring at the ceiling. 

Outside, the wedding reception is in full swing. Booze all around, people dancing clumsily as the alcohol makes its way into their systems. 

“It’s so loud outside,” you say. You feel him beside you, mimicking your position. Hands on the stomach like a corpse in a casket. 

He lets out a dramatic sigh. “I know. Who the hell invited all these people?”

“It’s funny you found me here,” you raise a brow, glancing at him. Blond hair gelled back, a tired look in his face, very handsome. “It’s almost like we’re meant to be. Or you’re a stalker who’s obsessed with me.”

He stretches his arms back and grapples blindly for a pillow. He finds one and slams it in your face gently. You grumble and take it from him, putting it below your head. There. Much more comfortable than earlier. 

“Can we leave?” you ask, turning to face him. Your hair is starting to get smushed. “It’s not like the bride and groom are going to look for us.”

He snorts. “We should at least see it through.”

“My feet hurt,” you complain. You present to him the feet in question, still clad in high heels that are too complicated to discard. 

He scooches closer to you and rests his head on the end of your pillow. You move closer beside him. “Poor you.”

You glare. He laughs. “Let’s leave?” you plead again. 

He shakes his head resolutely. “No. The groom and I are close. He said he doesn’t want me missing his wedding.”

“Well the bride and I aren’t close. In fact, I hate that bitch. She made so much stupid decisions. Her dress, first of all, is too heavy. Then her music is too loud. Then she invited too many people – I really could go on, ‘Tsumu.”

“That’s too bad. I like the bride.”

“More than you like me?” you ask. His hands start gripping your waist. 

“Hm,” he pecks your lips. “She looked very pretty today.”

Your feet are throbbing. “‘Tsumu,” you whine in a last ditch attempt. “Let’s leave.”

“You can’t leave your own wedding, love,” he reminds you, lips already on your neck. “But I can tell you it’ll be about twenty minutes before they start looking for us again.”

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“that’s disgusting, no.” you spat out, letting out a pained sigh before turning your back to your boyfriend; who seemed like he wasn’t taking your words too seriously, “tsumu, your dick is not going anywhere near my bleeding pussy.”

You heard him click his tongue as you twisted your body to look at him, one hand going to rub your stomach as you did so. He didn’t look annoyed, more so just contemplating his next words, “I heard it helps cramps though baby,” the bed dipped slightly as he sat down next to you, reaching over to replace your hand on your stomach with his larger, warmer one.

Though you were disgusted with the conversation at hand, you still smiled thankfully at him, “so does a hot water bottle.”

“But,” his pout was almost cute, it would be much cuter under different circumstances. You raised your eyebrow, shuffling to get closer to your warm boyfriend before he pulled you towards him; one hand still resting on your stomach, the other on the back of your thigh as you rested your head in his chest, “but samu and his girl did it.”

If you had the will power to push yourself away from his body, you would have done it, but instead all you did was shake your head with a scowl, “twins are so fucking weird.”

Still, despite your reaction, he babbled on, “and they’re not even dating, and samu keeps acting like it’s so great and how am I supposed to-“ you flicked his chest, nuzzling closer to his warmth as his hands rubbed up and down your body, “tired?”

“In pain,” he hummed as if he understood, one of his hands coming to hold your chin up so you could look up at him. He swore he was gonna die with how cute you looked right now, despite being in pain, natural pout resting on your lips and eyes almost watery; he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “you’re still not getting period sex.”

He hummed once again, grin plastered on his face, “we’ll talk about it later.”

“No we wo-“ he pulled your body closer to him, his shirt sticking to your face and you whined even through he couldn’t hear it. He shushed you as you struggled jokingly,

“Rest baby.”

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“It’s so fucking cold, turn the heat up,” Atsumu mumbles, hand shaking you awake. His fingertips are cold. The room isn’t cold. 

You slap his hand away, equally disoriented, unaware of the time. “It’s hot, what are you on about?” 

It’s night, as far as you know, and it’s certainly not the time to yap about the temperature. The temperature is fine, thank you very much. You feel him squeeze closer to you, maneuvering the blanket off your body. His hand brushes your ass, but that’s neither here nor there, the blanket takes priority.

“Oi!” you kick, eyes closed. “Give it back.”

He’s already on the other end of the bed, the stolen blanket wrapped around his body like he is the burrito chicken. The distance is a mere meter, give or take, but in your confused state it might as well be an ocean. And yet you would cross all the oceans to get to him. Sap. 

“S’cold,” he mumbles, chin tucked in and lips trembling. 

“Are you sick?” you ask, hand coming to feel his forehead. He seems fine.

“You’re insane. You ask this every other night. I’m telling you, it’s cold.”

Okay, maybe your body processes heat differently than his body does. Some mornings, you find him not in the bedroom at all, having instead moved to the living room with one pillow and a blanket, sleeping soundly. On one rare instance, you even found him on the bathroom floor. Atsumu suffers so much for you, room temperature differences and all.   

So you wrap your arms around him, then warm his fingers with yours. You kiss him better, just for a little extra. He hums contentedly. 

“I suffer so much for you,” he says, fond.

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Atsumu is the type to leave hickies. Every time you hug him or cuddle him his lips always find their way to your skin. He just likes to suckle you. He can’t stop himself. In his mind it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission.

‘Tsumu comes home to find you napping in a thin tank top and sleeping shorts. He thinks you look absolutely beautiful. He tries to wake you up with kisses but you are practically dead to the world.

He thinks about how soft your skin looks and how good you smell. He gets a little closer to breathe you in but when he opens his eyes his mouth is wrapped around your skin sucking with vigor. He didn’t even realize he was doing it but he couldn’t stop. He finally gets a hold of himself and takes a long cold shower.

He hears you screaming his name not even 30 minutes later. He runs into the living room thinking something is wrong only to find you absolutely fuming and covered in violet mouth shaped spots. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE MIYA?!” You sceamed his last name. He knew he was in for it.

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Yuuji being a service top while trying to dom his s/o. He can’t keeps his hands off you, especially if he has you on your back to the bed and groping your ass while he thrusts in you. He’s awestruck at the ahegao you made and is motivated to make you come more. While making out, he groans in between kisses as your pussy squeezes his dick. He’s panting and asking “If he’s doing a good job for Mommy” and if can give you his cum.

Oh service top Yuuji. Is anything more canon than that?

Yuuji hooking his broad hands into your hips and pulling you into each deep thrust as he goes at it "Like that?" "You want me to fuck you more mommy?" "Does my cock feel good?" His lewd words half for you and half him wanting you to praise him (he's such a switch it can't be helped) But he doesn't get anything but gasping moans back as he bottoms out in you with each thrust and it's nearly impossible to not try and move your hips up to meet each of his thrusts.

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Sending suggestive images to Tsumu with 34+35 lyrics as decriptions only to later have yourself shaking with tears and drool on your face (and over the mattress)... “ what’s wrong baby, i thought you said till daylight? We still have 3 hours to go”

ATSUMU CLOSET ARIANA GRANDE STAN??? SDHFKSDSFD

ok but,,,,, omg 

the way he could eat you out for hours, i just know this man has an oral fixation!! he’ll make the prettiest noises against your pussy while you suck him off, and the vibrations make you grind your hips against his mouth.

he welcomes it, gripping your hips tighter, licking and gently sucking on your clit, face buried in your pretty cunt. he doesnt stop when you cum on his tongue, slipping a couple fingers into you and moaning when you overstimulate him back, flicking your tongue along the sensitive head of his cock.

the room’s filled with your muffled cries and his breathy, sweet noises. he doesn’t let up until the sun illuminates your room and you’re both sloppy, messy, and sweaty.

“to answer your question,” he pants, a dazed look in his eyes. “i can stay up all night.”

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nsfw; cockwarming; atsumu x reader w/ vagina; painful sex

Atsumu was impatient.

Call it whatever you will- kink, fetish, carnal desire- but it began with his impatience. It had begun to be the standard until every time Atsumu had an inkling of arousal he’d be on you.

Shoving you down onto the mattress and stripping you bare. The only warning you ever got was Atsumu’s flaccid tip rubbing between your folds, picking up the inklings of slick from your own immediate excitement. But he wouldn’t spare a second thought to your pleasure until his soft cock was pushed into your unprepped cunt. Keeping his hips flush against yours, every desperate mewl and cry of yours was matched with the hard grip of your walls- simultaneously trying to push him out and managing to make him harder.

“Shh. Relax, baby.” 

He would soothe you, massage your tense muscles, never complain about the tears in your eyes or the way you clawed along his arms. It was cute to him how desperately you always reached out for a pillow to stuff between your own teeth.

It always took a while for pain to turn to pleasure, every part of you aching and your poor cunt burning with the ever growing stretch. Every time it seemed you would be able to take him, his cock grew harder, pressing more and more into you, demanding your cunt to make room.

Mindless by the end of it- that’s how Atsumu liked you. A pretty face shiny with tears and spit, your cunt sucking on his dick greedily as it’s resigned itself to its fate and you to your pleasure.

It wasn’t the worst thing ever. Atsumu got his pleasure now, and when he had finished painting your insides white, he’d clean you up. Let his tongue ease the ache of you, let his fingers massage your insides until you only remember the pleasure. And that was worth the pain.