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Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, kissing, soft!dom Hinata, pet names, teasing, sitting on his lap, vaginal fingering, grinding, praise kink, implied multiple orgasms, it gets wet and messy ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18
Pairing: Hinata Shouyou x Female Reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
It should be embarrassing how easy it is for you to get this aroused.
All it takes is for you to sit on his lap—his muscled thighs keeping your legs spread apart—while he murmurs such soft demands to kiss him with light touches all over your body—
And you’re already heated just by that alone—your pussy leaking in your panties, clit all puffy and sensitive, and your nipples feel so heavy that the slightest brush over them can set you off.
“Shouyou—”
But it’s mostly the way Hinata kisses you as he holds your hips in place—lips slotting between yours and suckling on your plush lips like he wants to taste you—while parting your mouth open with his to let his tongue slide against yours so sinfully—
That’s what has you melting into a puddle of honey and heat as you make a small sound at the back of your throat—and your fingers in his hair dig in a little more to scratch against his scalp.
“Hm?” Hinata hums, sounding dazed, still kissing you senselessly as his hands—so big and calloused—move behind you to give your ass an indulgent squeeze. “You okay?”
He asks while nipping your lower lip, pulling out a whimper from you, and you force yourself to relax in a shuddering breath as you pull back a little. “Y-yeah, I just—”
You suck in a sharp breath as he kisses you again, and your eyelashes flutter as they grow half-lidded.
You need more.
Making out with him on this couch in his apartment is great—one of your favourite ways to pass the time with Hinata but—
But god—there’s this needy ache between your thighs that you can’t ignore, and it’s getting at you with every slick slide of his mouth against yours.
“You need something, baby?” He asks, causing you to look down at him and—
Your eyes widen at the grin you’re met with in return—as if he already knows without needing to hear you say it—and you swallow hard, nodding slowly as you wet your swollen lips, your voice coming out breathy, “Yes.”
“Yeah?” Hinata has one eyebrow raised, and his grin grows as his voice lowers, tilting his head to kiss the underside of your jaw, murmuring, “Was kissing too much for you, sweetheart?”
Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his warm lips kiss your jaw, below it, then slide his mouth down the side of your neck, teasing that sensitive spot in the crook of your neck.
Fuck—
It has your head going hazy, and your cheeks grow hot as he sucks on that delicate piece of skin, seemingly intent on leaving a small mark.
Not that you mind.
You’re always proud to show off whatever mark Hinata leaves on your body—whether it be a small bruise from his mouth or a red spot from where his hand would meet your skin with harsh slaps—you wanted everyone to know.
Your fingers curl into his hair as Hinata continues to lick and suck at your neck, and your mouth parts with heavy breaths swooshing out of you as you nod wordlessly—your tongue feeling too thick to move at the moment.
You hear Hinata chuckle—you even feel how it rumbles against you with how close your bodies are pressed against one another—and then he pulls back to tilt his chin up at you, his eyes so murky with desire. “Then show me.”
You blink, confused for a moment with a frown burrowing on your lips, and Hinata kisses your small pout as he mumbles against your mouth. “Lift your skirt for me, baby.”
Oh.
You shake as he kisses you gently, slowly, and so softly before you pull back to do just as you were told—your hands a little shaky with just how affected you are—as you tug at the bottom hem of your skirt to bring it up and over your waist, revealing pink panties that are already a little soaked.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Hinata groans, low, as his eyes take in the small damp spot seeping from the center of your panties, and he runs the pad of his thumb from your covered clit and down your slit, feeling just how hot and wet you are through the thin fabric.
Then he brings his eyes back up with a small, teasing smile, and your stomach flutters. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”
You huff out a breath, clearly a little embarrassed of how obviously affected you are. “Shut up.”
But that just makes him snort softly, and he hooks two fingers to pull your panties to the side, revealing your bare pussy that’s all sticky and shiny from your arousal.
“Look how pretty you are,” Hinata drawls, almost entrapped with the way his eyes are admiring your pussy, and his other hand comes to run his middle finger—that’s long and thick—through your pillowy folds, gathering your fluids towards your little clit, while the excess of your juices leaks onto yours and his thighs. “Such a messy pussy too.”
Who would’ve thought that the Hinata Shouyou would have a mouth like that?
Because you certainly didn’t when you first met him in Brazil.
He seemed nice—innocent, actually.
It’s why you felt so safe and carefree around him when you two talked.
It’s also why you agreed to come back to his place for the night—only your perceptions of him to be completely turned a whole 180 when you realize that he’s a different person in bed.
Still sweet and caring, yes, but god—he knew how to make you feel so heated and exposed with such simple words.
And that was months ago.
Now look at where you guys are.
You whine as you try closing your legs—but that’s futile when he’s got you all spread out from the strength of his thighs—and he laughs quietly at your embarrassment as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.
“Don’t be shy,” Hinata cups you over your cunt, feeling just how soft your pussy is, and he puts pressure against your clit with the palm of his hand. “I like it when it’s all wet, sweetheart.”
He kisses the side of your head, almost soothingly, and he grinds his palm up to rub it against your engorged clit, his voice a throaty whisper against your ear. “You feel so good like this, you know.”
You shudder, electric sparks of heat shooting up your spine as he continues to grind his palm against your pussy, getting it soaked and drooling all over his hand and fingers, and it has your eyes rolling back as you let out small moans.
“Can you cum like this?” He asks that, all sweet yet there’s a hint of a demand in there, as he kisses your ear. “Get my hand all messy for me, baby?”
You let out a shaky groan, and your hips begin to move in sync with his hand, bringing that tight coil in your belly to grow more and more until it’s so close to exploding—
And Hinata gets your cunt all drenched as his palm spreads your juices everywhere—making your pussy all sloppy as he brings you to your first orgasm—
“Shit—” You gasp, all wet and needy, when you feel one of his fingers dip inside you, and Hinata is so damn quick to curl his finger to rub your g-spot, causing stars to shoot behind your eyes and liquid fire bursts from your clit—
“There you go,” Hinata coos, strumming the inside of your walls as he gropes your pussy, sounding throaty as his lips brush against your ear. “You’ve always been good at listening to me.”
God—
Your mouth opens with a silent moan as your orgasm ripples through you—suddenly and harshly—and you cum on his hand, fluids leaking everywhere that you get all slippery with how wet you are.
And Hinata works you through it, his free hand coming to hold your hip—his fingers dig into your flesh—just mesmerized at how pretty you sound at the moment.
It’s when he feels you grunt from overstimulation that he pulls his hand away, and you let out a huge breath as your body goes limp against him and—
And then you hear him hum as something close to the sound of sucking catches your ears—and your turn your head to watch with wide eyes as he licks his hand, groaning at the taste of you.
“Get up.”
You blink dazedly at him, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm with your cunt still throbbing, and he must’ve noticed the confusion on your face as he chuckles breathlessly, giving you a chaste kiss—and fuck, you can faintly taste yourself on his lips.
“Don’t look so confused, now, baby,” Hinata smirks against you, and your heart makes a small leap as he kisses you again. Slowly. “I’m not done with you yet.”
That’s another thing about Hinata that surprised you—
Is that all of his passion and eagerness you’ve seen on the court as he plays volleyball—
That all translates well into how he is with you in bed—because he never just stops at one orgasm.
And tonight is no different.
End.
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May I request Osamu x ftm (or gn) reader who works with Osamu and Osamu may or may not be sexually attracted to them but he has to suffer in silence to keep it professional 😈
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Osamu who jerks off like a dirty pervert after one of your most recent interactions.
You’d been walking around as a last minute clean up while he’d been counting the receipts, when he hears the classic clatter of a pen dropping to the floor. He blames his subconscious mind for looking up at the noise, but he comes straight in eyesight of your ass, hugged in your joggers as you leaned down. He swallows thickly, watching as you slowly slink your body up to stand.
Immediately, he looks back to his receipts, trying to ignore the stirring in his pants with his focused counting- who’s he trying to kid, he lost count watching the swell of your ass bounce back once you stood up- and merely flashes you a smile as you look over your shoulder to see if he watched.
“What’s up?”
“Just embarrassing myself in front of my boss,” you chuckle. “Nothing important.”
“I’m a Miya twin, you can’t embarrass me,” he snickers.
He’s so fucking grateful he closed the store.
Osamu jerks himself off to the memory of your hips swaying as you managed to walk away, the way you shyly bit your lip once you made eye contact with him, the small giggle of comfort you finally gave him, and fuck, he’s jerking off to you.
His thumb fingers his frenulum as a means of edging himself, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he paws himself like a dirty fiend. Dark eyes are screwed shut as he does, little huffy moans passing through his lips as he whimpers into the air. If you could see him right now, you’d call him pathetic, you’d make a mockery of him and his entire business, degrading him and threatening his business for being such a lousy perv.
But fuck, you’d be here, watching him stroke himself to the thought of you.
He whines your name out as a trembling hand fondles his balls, squeezing them tightly as his knees hike up from the pleasure. He tosses his head back against the seat he’s sitting in, his body twisting and shaking and writing against the squeaking leather of his seat. He’s so close to cumming, about to paint the underside of his desk and his jeans to the mere idea of you.
So close. He’s so close, he fondles himself firmer, he’s so close, he squeezes his dickhead lightly, he’s so fucking close, so close his jaw cracks as it slacks open, and so close he doesn’t register that you’re calling him-
Wait.
You’re calling him.
You’re calling him.
He fumbles for his phone that’s buzzing incessantly on his desk, clearing his throat to try and shake the orgasmic lilt in his quivering voice. He answers and smacks on the simplest smile he can, having just been edged by the universe.
“H-hey, w-wha-whats up?”
“I’m so sorry sir, I think I forgot to lock the back door after I took the trash out- could you maybe check, if it’s not too much trouble before you leave?”
He stays silent as his mind processes your words, his thoughts foggy with lust as he finally understands what you said. “Yeah! I can do that. Sure.”
“Great! You’re the best! Byeeee,” you sing, and fuck, osamu could black out.
With a shaky hand he tucks himself back into his jeans, buttoning them and desperately trying to ignore the scraping of his zipper over his hard length. He rises on his feet, scrubs his face with big hands, and makes his way to the back door.
Sure enough, it’s unlocked.
He shakes his head as he clicked it locked, deciding to call it a night before grabbing his keys and heading home.
Maybe he’ll catch you in his dreams, tonight.
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WORK NIGHTS — ༉‧₊˚.
ft. kuroo tetsuro !
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : normally once you get home from work, you and kuroo have a pretty set routine, but it’s always fun to catch him off guard.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, established relationship, oral (m!receiving), mentions of deepthroating, minor cum play, titty sucking is good for the soul, just something silly for this man — WC : 1.1k
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, so here :3 dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ
work nights were pretty routine for you and kuroo. come home, make dinner, eat, talk about your day, clean up, watch whatever show you guys put on before getting ready for bed and laying in each others arms until your alarm went off the next morning.
but something about kuroo looked so fucking good tonight, you just couldn’t help it. the tv was playing but you weren't paying attention to it. at all. instead, your eyes trailed down his face, the divine slope of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, all the while he was mindlessly watching whatever show you put on.
“tetsu.” you whisper in his ear from where you’re nestled into his side, his arm draping along the back of the couch. he only hums in response, squeezing your shoulder to show he heard you. “let me suck you off.”
“yeah—“ kuroo freezes, wide amber eyes looking over at you. “wait, what?”
“let me suck you off.” you reiterate, already pivoting your body so you can kneel before him. he doesn’t stop you, watching as your knees hit the ground, your palms eagerly running up his thighs. “please?”
“fuck,” kuroo ran his hand through his dark hair, disheveling it even more as he gazes down at you, immediately enchanted by your every move. “yeah, yeah, of course, baby.”
it was cute catching him off guard like this — normally he’d always be equipped with what to say, his wit overpowering yours with ease most times, leaving you a flustered mess. but today you won the battle, looking up at him through your lashes, his cheeks turning pink.
his adam’s apple bobs, jaw clenched as your fingers dip under the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down. to your delight, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“what’s this?” you ask, tilting your head up at him. if he was blushing before it doesn’t compare to now. the look you’re giving him sends blood rushing down to his cock, twitching to life before you can even properly get your hands on him. “that’s kind of slutty of you, tetsu.”
the man only swallows, eager to see what you’ll do next. and you couldn’t resist, fingers running along his length, rubbing against it as he hardens under your touch.
“please.” kuroo breathes out, sucking in his breath as you finally close your hand around his thick girth.
“what do you want, tetsu?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you slowly start to flick your wrist, moving up and down his length.
kuroo shivers at the touch. what’s got him so sensitive tonight, you aren’t sure — but you want to take advantage of it.
“answer me, baby.” you squeeze the base of his cock, pulling a choked groan from his lips, his weepy tip already drooling for you.
“your mouth, i need your mouth.” he hisses out. you give him another squeeze. “please.”
kuroo shivered as the flat of your tongue ran up the side of his length in response, coating him in your saliva before rubbing his tip along your lips, his precum coating your lips like your favorite lipgloss.
he watches as you lick your lips, groaning as you make a show of how much you enjoy the savory taste of him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
without another moments hesitation, you engulf him in your mouth, loosening your jaw so you can take him in deeper.
kuroos palm rests on top of your head, not enough force to push you down any further, but enough to ground him, keeping him from thrusting up into your mouth.
“fuck—“ he breathes out in pleasure, head lolling on the back of the couch, half lidded eyes set on you as he watches his cock disappear in your mouth. “so good to me.”
you hum, the reverberations causing his eyes to roll back. doing what you can to make him squirm, relishing in the way his muscles ripple, abs tensing in pleasure, thighs trembling from how good your mouth feels around him.
your eyes flit up to his face, basking in his expression — mouth hung open, face flushed, half lidded eyes meeting yours. kuroo always looked so pretty when you looked up at him like this, in a world of pleasure that only you can bring him to.
it’s what he deserved after a long day of working so hard, after stressful meetings and dealing with snippy coworkers — he needed to relax.
“fuck, that’s it—“ kuroo lets out a shuddered moan.
you hold him in your mouth for a moment, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need against the slick of your tongue, nudging itself deeper to the back of your throat. groans spill from his lips and it just makes you want to work harder for him — spoil him, tease him, anything to make him feel good.
kuroos breaths become ragged, panting as you continue to bob your head up and down. you can almost feel his heart beat for you as you swallow his cock dow n your throat.
“i’m — !” kuroo’s fingers tense around your head, arching his back and trying to shove himself deeper, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. you let him, a few tears streaming down your face as you let him use your throat. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, cumming!”
he whines and writhes under your touch, not letting up an inch as he spills in your mouth with a loud groan of your name, fingers latching into your locks as he comes down from his high.
you pull apart slowly as you swallow, some of his cum dripping from the sides of your mouth. kuroo watches as you scoop it up with your finger, sliding back up into his lap and putting it in his mouth.
his tongue twirls around your finger before it retreats, quickly replaced with your lips. his palms find your backside, pulling you closer onto him as he kisses you deeper, moaning into your mouth.
“that mouth of yours…” kuroo whispers against your lips before stealing a few more kisses. “you gotta let me return the favor, sweetheart.”
“well if you insist.” you smirk a little, moving back to slide off your shirt, the one you stole from his drawer earlier. he looks up at you in awe, hands sliding up your sides and cupping your breasts.
“you know, i think i’m rubbing off on you.” he smirks right back at you, thumb brushing over your nipple. you gasp out, arching into him.
“you’re only saying that because i managed to catch you off guard for once.” you tease, words turning into moans as he sucks on your perked bud. after a moment, he relents.
“yeah, well. i hope you enjoyed it because it’s not going to happen again.” he kisses his way over to your other nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking lightly. “so like i said, let me return the favor.”
thank you so much for reading ᰔ
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He likes to have eye contact with you while his watching another man who is not him fucking you raw.
He likes to have eye contact with you with one hand on his cock, asking you to be obedient to the man who’s asking you to kneel down to fuck your pretty mouth.
He likes to have eye contact with you when you moan their name but it's another cock that's filling you.
He likes to have eye contact with you as they lick the other man's juice dripping out your pussy.
He likes to have eye contact with you when you cry and beg for their cock long enough to finally get it.
KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, SUNA, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, ASAHI
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drove past a hotel and they had a pretty big digital message board and I glanced over and almost had a fucking stroke while driving because it was just playing this gif
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Reblog if you honestly have NEVER sent anon hate.
It pains me that only 14,000 people can honestly reblog this
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3sum with them || Kuroo x f!reader x Bokuto, Hinata x f!reader x Kageyama, Atsumu x f!reader x Osamu
warning: not proofread, heavy smut, nsfw, MINOR DO NOT INTERACT, timeskip age for the hq characters, creampie, felatio, etc…
notes: This is originally a genshin men series but I thought that I barely write for haikyu now sooo here you are! I hope you guys will like it🤞🏻, ALSO PLEASE LEAVE SOME FEEDBACKS! REBLOG WITH TAGS PLEASE!
— Kuroo & Bokuto
“Remind me not to make a bet with you two again..”
You let out a shaky when Kuroo thrust his cock back inside you once again, you heard Bokuto scoff behind you and bite down on your shoulder.
You three have been on that kind of relationship for 7th months now and you can say that, you are very ‘close’ with them. It all started when you playfully flirt with them when you interviewed them for your blog
“Lift your skirt for me will you, doll?”
You look at Kuroo who’s hair is a mess and his once buttoned up black polo is now open, you obliged to his request and he started pounding you. Making you lean on to his chest
“Geez not fair! Let me have some fun too Y/N..”
You put one of your hand on your ass cheek and grip on it, spreading it for the horny man behind you
“You can fuck my other hole, Kotaro.”
“Hell yeah!”
Bokuto kisses you on the lips as he plunge his cock making you grab tightly on Kuroo’s hair, pretty sure your body is going to ache tomorrow. You better go to a spa tomorrow..
— Kageyama & Hinata
“W-Wait—… kya! Nngh!”
Your hands rubs faster Hinata’s cock while Kageyama bang you from behind, his cock going so deep that his able to hit the entrance to your womb
“You feel so good Y/N… fuck!”
“Y/N…”
You look at Hinata and saw that his already on the verge so you rub him faster, your tongue licking his cock. Just when you were about to suck Hinata’s cock Kageyama pulled you up by your two arms
“Hnngg! K-Kage— ahh! Ahhnn!~”
“Shit! Shit! You feel that Y/N? That’s my cock going so deep inside you”
Never on your wildest dream to hear Kageyama talk like that because his known to be a man of few words, plus his expressionless most of the time whenever his off the court
You felt a hand rub your cheeks and when you look up, Hinata is stroking his cock watching you get bang from behind. You open your mouth, let your tongue roll out, as you welcome his cock deep inside your mouth
“Pay attention to my throbbing cock too Y/N..”
Saliva dripping at the side of your mouth, your toes curling as Kageyama gave your ass a spank. Hinata holding the sides of your head as he fuck your mouth
Being their paid cum dump isn’t that bad at all, especially when the two of them gives you whatever you want.
— Atsumu & Osamu
Behind the close doors of Osamu’s shop is you rubbing his and his twin’s cock, your tongue licking the tip on Atsumu’s cock while your hand is busy playing with Osamu’s balls
This all started when Atsumu saw you getting fuck by his twin on the counter, you clearly remembered how Osamu didn’t pay no attention to Atsumu and continued to fuck you
You were begging Atsumu at that time to close the door afraid that some people will wak by and see you. Atsumu on that day too also wanted to join, Osamu looked at you asking if you’re okay with it
Ofcourse you agreed and that’s how you ended up being their girlfriend, so far in 9th month you guys have been together, there’s no problem and you hope it will remain that way
“Look at ya, yer juices is all over the floor Y/N..”
“Don’t worry bout that Y/N, Atsumu will be the one cleaning it.”
You didn’t pay attention to their bickering and started sucking Osamu’s cock, while your hand is rubbing the other twin’s cock
“That’s enough… come here, baby.”
Osamu pulled you up and kisses you on the lips, his tongue sliding in, your arms clinging at the back of his neck
You felt Atsumu lifting you by both of your legs with not putting much that effort, Atsumu’s cock going inside your butthole so easily, Osamu’s cock sliding inside your pussy smoothly
“Hold her properly Tsumu… fuck..”
“I-I am.. holy shit Y/N!”
Your hands held tight on Osamu’s hair as you rest your head on Atsumu’s shoulder, they are both moving at the same time and it sends you off like crazy
“Atsumu! Osa-mu! Hnngg! Ahh ahnn~ s-slower guys— ugh!”
“Can’t do~ y’know I can’t fucking go slow when you’re this good. Hm fuck open your mouth babe..”
You did as what Atsumu said as he suck on your tongue, sliding it in as you twirl your tongue on his.
Your body twitches when Osamu reach down of your breast, his other hand groping and flicking your already hard nipples
“You always love it when you’re trap in between of our chest, right? No wonder your pussy is squeezing my cock, sweetheart..”
No words are forming on your brain, your eyes rolling at the back of your head. You felt then thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder that by the time they came inside you, your body were twitching like crazy
Your voice is so loud that you won’t mind if somebody comes and checks in, all you can think is for more that you taunted them
Which ended up with you getting fucked dumb again but this time, you’re spread out like a whore on the floor.
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primal. (miya osamu x reader)
word count: 2586
warnings: a/b/o dynamics, fem!omega reader, porn with minimal plot, swearing, typical omegaverse jargon (scent, heat, rut, slick, knot)
tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose
This was getting ridiculous.
Three whole days Osamu had not spoken to you. And for what? Because of a stupid argument you had about his new menu? In your mind, if he didn't want constructive criticism, he really should not have asked you for your opinion.
(You tried to ignore the gnawing guilt you felt that maybe you had been too harsh.)
But still, was it worth being this upset about? He hadn't replied to any of your messages. His phone was going straight to voicemail, and to top it off, even Atsumu hadn't heard from him. The blond twin had told you to just give him some space, and that he was ‘going through it’. But you scoffed. What exactly was he going through? All this over a controversial menu item? You didn't know Osamu could be so unreasonable over something so stupid.
Which is why you were standing at his door now, knocking for the last ten fucking minutes, while he didn't even bother to respond or open up. Your knocking had now progressed to vicious pounding, and you didn't give a shit if the neighbours heard. You were pissed. Osamu was being a baby and not communicating with you and you would make him talk if it was the last thing you did.
“Open this fucking door, Osamu!” You shouted for the tenth time.
“Go away!” Finally. Now that Osamu had gotten tired of your incessant pounding, he had finally responded. Triumph coarsed through you.
“I knew you were in there!” One more smack on the wood. “Open up. Now!”
“I'm tellin’ ya to go away.” His voice sounded strained. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit.
“What's up with you?”
There was some shuffling, and then a pained groan. Your muscles stiffened in alarm.
“Samu?” You could feel your anger drain away, replaced by worry. “Are you okay? Open the door!”
“Just go away. Everythin’ is fine. I'm not mad at ya. I just need ya to…. get away.”
You couldn't ignore the pain in his voice anymore. You tried the doorknob again to no avail. “Please let me in. I'm getting worried.”
Silence again. You leaned against the door, your panic only building. “Samu, please.”
Your anger was non-existent now. It didn't matter to you whatever stupid fight you two had gotten into. Your paranoid mind was racing and all you could think about was a million different ways that Osamu might be hurt. If anything happened to him…
Your heart imperceptibly broke.
You had known Osamu since high school, when him and his brother would melt your brain with their unnecessary fighting and competition. He was young and naive then, with that godawful gray hair that he thankfully abandoned after high school, and an attitude so fiery it left most other people in the dust. You couldn't understand why you were so attracted to him at first glance, but then he presented as an Alpha mere months after you first met, and your attraction to him became quite clear.
More than anything else, Osamu was your close friend. He understood you in a way his twin didn't, and you liked to think you were a good friend to him too. You kept your feelings for him pretty tightly wrapped up in your heart, afraid that an Alpha like him wouldn't want you. He was desired widely by many, many omegas. And he had always turned them down. If all those prime omegas weren't good enough for him, you didn't stand a chance.
So you lived with him as your friend, because you would rather have that than nothing at all.
You knocked on the door again, more softly this time, knowing he was right on the other side. “Samu, please let me in. Let me see.”
There was a thunk. You assumed Osamu had leaned his forehead against the door. “Omega…”
It clicked in you, like gears fitting into place. Your heart raced. You shuffled closer to the door until there was no more space left. You sniffed carefully.
There was his scent, heady and musky, sandalwood and something you had come to associate only with Osamu. A scent you had loved for so long it made you want to buckle to your knees. It was strong, heavier than any time you had smelled it before. It made your eyes cross, your breath pause. Something in your core stirred.
“Your rut?” You mumbled. You knew he heard you.
Osamu groaned low in response. Your thighs clenched.
Over the years, you observed that Osamu's ruts were rare. Maybe once every three months. He would always disappear a few days beforehand, and didn't reappear until it was well over and done. Atsumu said that since his ruts were so spaced out, they would always hit really hard. So you tended to leave him alone until he reached out first, talking normally and as if nothing had happened, picking up where he left off.
In your anger and with your fight fresh in your mind, you didn't realize that Osamu had likely gone off the grid because of his rut, and not because he was ignoring you. Now you were standing here, mere inches from an Alpha in full rut, with your own core tightening and something wet slowly dripping down the crease of your thigh. Your inhibition was slowly dissipating the more you frantically tried to breathe his faint scent. Your omega purred and whined.
“I could help.” You dared say. “I could help you, Alpha.”
Another groan, low and desperate, and you felt like it was rattling through your very soul. You bit your lip hard, hand twitching to move between your thighs, but you remained frozen. Osamu didn't move away from the door. His pants grew louder, and then he whined.
“Are you sure?” His muffled voice came, almost broken with desire. He wanted- needed- you to say yes. You nodded vigorously even if he couldn't see you.
“Yes!”
Some thudding, clicking, and then he pulled open the door. Your breath caught at the sight of him.
He was gloriously shirtless, and his loose sweatpants were doing nothing to hide his problem either. His erection was obvious, straining and standing against the struggling material of his pants. It would look almost comical if you weren't horny out of your fucking mind right now. His bare torso shone with a thin layer of sweat. You bit your lip so hard you were sure you drew blood.
“Holy fuck, you smell good.” Osamu's nose, more sensitive with his rut, twitched. His eyelids fluttered, and he took in a deep breath. You stared at him some more, wondering if you were dreaming.
“What are ya standin’ there for? C’mere, Omega.”
He tugged on your arm, until your body was making contact with his. Your hands rested on his chest, and you could feel how rapidly his heart was beating. He leaned down until his face was mere inches from yours. His breath hit your lips, made them tingle. Your core clenched painfully. His scent got stronger.
“Ya sure ya want this?”
You didn’t even have the strength to nod, feeling lightheaded. You only tilted your face up until your lips brushed his. “Please.”
A breathy curse, and then he was kissing you. His arms wrapped tight around your back, like he was scared you would disappear, one hand gripping possessively over your hip. You suspected it would leave a bruise.
You wanted it to leave a bruise.
He left you breathless when your lips parted. He tugged you in further and shut the door with a loud bang, before pushing you back against it. The manhandling turned you on to no end, the thought that you were someone Osamu was about to use to satisfy himself. Your already aroused mind went wild at the notion and you arched into him when he crowded you against the door, lips meeting in a frenzy. He bit and licked your mouth raw, invading your mouth like he couldn’t bear to be apart from you. You dug your nails into his biceps, reveling in the feeling of him, of finally having him the way you wanted. Your panties were soaked through by now. Your inner thighs held the signs of your desire.
His lips traveled down your neck next, licking and biting, inhaling and exhaling as he scented you. His cock pressed into your hip and you let him satisfy his need to leave his mark on you, basking in his scent that mixed with yours and how he laid his claim on you, albeit temporarily. His hands gripped hard at your sides, pushing your shirt up to run over bare skin.
“Wanted this so bad.” He rasped, biting dangerously close to your scent gland, you leaned into the sting. “Every rut. Ya know how many times I’ve jerked off to ya?”
His accent was thick, his words slurred. You were sure he was completely gone by this point. You gripped his hair hard.
“Wanted you too, Alpha.” You whimpered back. “Touch me, god, please.”
Osamu lifted you up then, two strong hands grabbing your asscheeks and carrying you across the room to where his couch was located. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking the opportunity to lap and nip at his neck, scenting him back. Your drenched walls fluttered around nothing, crying and weeping for a nice, thick knot to fill you up.
You had a suspicion you wouldn’t have to wait long.
When Osamu dropped you on the couch, his hands immediately tugged on your clothes, pulling off your jeans and panties in one go. The fabric clung to you with how wet it was, and the air was cool on your burning skin. You used the moment to pull off your top until you were bare before him. Osamu kissed your calf, traveling up quickly with a few kisses laid on your skin. Your thigh, your stomach, the valley of your breasts, your jaw. He had tugged his sweats down already, and you felt something hard poke at your dripping entrance.
“Can’t wait, baby.” His voice trembled. “Need ya now. Need to knot ya so bad I’m gonna explode.”
And then he was sliding into your slicked up but unprepped pussy, carving his way through your spasming walls until a sharp pain went through you. You gasped at the glorious stretch, at your walls recognising an Alpha cock and opening up to accommodate him. Your wetness ran down your ass, likely soiling Osamu’s couch but you doubted he cared. He was cursing and whining in your ear, spine bending forward at the relief of finally sinking into a wet, ready cunt. His face was flushed a deep red, sweat building on his forehead. He sank into you to the base, your toes tingling with the sensation of being so full.
“Hold on, omega.” His last words. They almost sounded like a threat. Your breath caught.
Then he was gripping your hips and holding you down, before fucking into you hard and fast. You gasped at the sudden pace, legs pushed even further open as his cock repeatedly bullied itself into you. Your jaw went slack at the sensation, how he hit you so deep, sloppy noises filling the air along with your cries and his moans. His skin slapped hard against yours, leaving the inside of your thighs red and tender. His cock hit every spot just right. You felt your toes curl.
Osamu watched your reactions, nearly delirious himself, barely holding on by a thread.
“Feel good?”
You nodded frantically, fingernails scratching over his shoulders and arms. Osamu leaned down on his elbows, tongue poking out to lick at your lips every now and then.
“Tell me how good it feels. Tell me.”
“I-” You gasped and jolted with the force of his thrusts. Tears built up in your eyes and spilled down the sides of your face. “Can’t- can’t talk.”
“Yes you can.” His hand wound into the hair at the back of your head, tugging hard until you arched into him. “Say it. Say ya love my cock.”
“Love your cock.” You managed to wail, clamping down hard on him. He cursed and leaned down further, pace not even faltering in the slightest. His lips sealed themselves against the skin of your neck and he sucked hard.
“Tell me how bad ya want my knot.”
“Want it so bad.” You parroted, losing every coherent thought and just going along with what he was saying. Osamu continued to pound into you like he wasn’t even talking, like he wasn’t rearranging your guts or turning your legs to jelly. Like the base of his cock wasn’t rapidly swelling and catching on the rim of your hole.
Osamu pushed himself deep into you before stilling completely, and you nearly weeped in frustration.
“Tell me why ya deserve my knot.” He gritted, eyes meeting yours. Little golden flecks shown in his irises, and his incisors elongated below his bottom lip. He was deep, deep in the clutches of his rut. Combined with his messed up hair and flushed cheeks, he looked wild. Uninhibited. Dangerous. Your pleasure hit its very peak, teetering just over the edge, begging for that last push. You sobbed.
“Wanted you for so long.” You gasped and cried, tears pouring from your cheeks. “Wanted you to fuck me and knot me and give me your cum. Please, Alpha, please. I’ll be so good for you.”
Osamu groaned. Something in his eyes softened. He hooked a hand under your left knee and tugged it up, folding it against your torso. His cock pulled out before pushing back in, slowly picking up his pace again. You moaned loud, feeling your pit tighten up again.
“Why don’t ya cum fer me nice and hard, baby? Get me wet with your juice and then I’ll fill you up. Promise. I’ll shove this fat knot into your tiny little cunt. Just cum fer me, little omega.”
And you did. You arched into him, eyes rolling and arms seizing as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Electricity zipped through you and all air was punched out of your lungs until you felt that your very soul was leaving your body. You didn’t even register when Osamu groaned and stuttered in his pace, or when his knot swelled until it was bullied into your thoroughly fucked out and sore pussy. White hot cum filled your insides as he locked into you, hips flush against your own.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist as Osamu’s comforting weight settled on you. He licked and lapped at your neck softly, breathing into you until you were nothing but his scent, his touches, his marks. You panted and tried to catch your breath, legs trembling with aftershocks of the event. You could barely lift your arms to run over his bare back, but you managed. Osamu hummed at your soft touch.
All was silent beneath you two as the fog of his rut lifted. You could feel him slowly cool down, get pliant against you. You could almost sense his apprehension.
“Do ya regret it?”
You smiled slightly, staring up at the ceiling. “I meant it, Samu. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
You could feel his own smile against your neck, his embrace around you tightening. “Me too.”
Your skin buzzed with warmth. While Osamu breathed softly against your neck, you let yourself drift into a quiet sleep.
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Oh my god I lost years worth of photos and memories in the blink of an eye. I feel like shit
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there reaction when they walked in Y/N humping there pillow and yn gets all embarrassed. love degrading shit sm
add Suna. Sakusa and Kuroo or else 🧍🏻♀️
I felt like I was being held at gunpoint to make this without a gun LMAOOOOO but i hope you enjoy love. this sparked something in me idk i haven't written for haikyuu in a minute felt good lol
Suna
۵Suna finds it funny that you think you can get yourself off without him.
۵He’ll watch as you whimper and whine, rocking your hips desperately against a pillow for a little, only because the sight is just so pretty to him.
۵When he finally announces his presence, he will tease you so much, telling you how you’re so filthy, getting yourself off like this. His words are so lewd, and the look in his eyes exhibits pure lust.
۵Since you enjoy riding so much, he’ll make you ride his cock until you’re begging him to take control.
“Come one doll, ride my cock, how you were riding that pillow,” His teasing voice fills your ears.
You feel like your legs are going to fall off with how long he has had you riding him. His hand sits on your hips, lazily rocking your hips back and forth. He has an almost bored look on his face as he’s watching you whimper about how you need him.
“You need me?” He says it incredulously. “If you needed me so badly, why were you fucking that pillow like a pathetic little slut?”
Suna can’t even believe the jealousy running through his veins at the moment. Jealous of a pillow? How could you possibly think anything in the world could please you more than him?
"No, Rin, it's not-” Your words are cut off by a choked-out moan when Suna bucks his hips upward into you.
This is your punishment. You want to find pleasure in something that isn't him? Then you’ll have to work for your orgasm.
"Aww, baby, I know you can do better than that.” His taunting fueled you.
You bounced and rocked your hips on him faster, desperate to please him. You craved his praise, something he rarely gave you in bed, so hearing it would feel like everything.
Suna’s eyes stared at you, filled with pure lust. You almost felt shy under his dark gaze.
“You want me to help you cum?” His silky words filled your ears.
You nodded your head eagerly.
“Yes, please, yes. I need you, Rin,” you begged.
“Then show me how fucking bad you want it.”
Sakusa
۵He would be fucking fuming when he sees you riding a pillow. How dare you try to touch yourself when he’s not around?
۵He can’t understand how you could possibly find pleasure in fucking a pillow when his cock is always yours for the taking.
۵You look so needy and desperate calling his name. Don’t stop just because he’s here; give him a show while you're at it.
۵He will get nice and comfortable making eye contact as you nervously ride the pillow, saying the most degrading, nasty things.
“Don’t get shy with me now. You were just whining my name. Tell me how good it feels, baby.”
You were rocking back and forth on a pillow, trying to keep eye contact with him. You let out small whimpers as he stared at you with a deadpan look, giving you demands. You let out a short whine as you turned away, feeling embarrassment flood through you.
"Omi, please,” you whimpered. You needed his touch. He had been watching you fail to make yourself cum with a menacing smirk.
“What did I say? Keep those eyes on me,” he groaned.
His hand was stroking his cock slowly as he stared at you. Your eyes watched his movements, wishing it could be you touching him. Just the thought of his cock stretching you out had your cunt drooling so much on the pillow below.
“Now tell me, how good does it feel? Better than my cock?” He questioned you with a head tilt.
“N-no of course not.” you whimpered “Nothing's better than you.” You whine.
Your desire for him only grows more and more as the seconds pass. You're practically trembling at the thought of having him.
“Really? Then why were you fucking yourself like a slut on my pillow? Nothing’s better than me, though, right?” His voice is laced with anger.
You let out a loud cry of his name “I’m sorry. Please, can I have you? It won’t happen again, I promise." Your pleas were like music to his ears. He groaned, stroking himself at a faster pace.
“If you can make yourself cum within,” he said, looking at his watch. "Hmm, I’m thinking the next 5 minutes, then I fuck you way better than this flimsy pillow ever could.”
Kuroo
۵The excitement that runs through this man when he sees you is almost terrifying.
۵He has this menacing grin watching you hump a pillow, desperately calling his name.
۵Kuroo has rules, and his number one rule is: no touching yourself when he’s not around, so of course, he has to punish you for breaking his rule.
۵You wanted to cum, so as the perfect lover that he is, he is more than willing to help you cum since you want it so bad. He can’t help but laugh at the way you’re crying, saying it’s too much, he’s only trying to help you.
Kuroo’s hips slammed into yours, pressing himself so deep into you that you could only roll your eyes back and moan slurred versions of his name. He cooed at your desperate calls for his name while your tongue lulled out, mindlessly drooling on yourself.
“Such a fucking needy thing, aren’t you?” He laughed softly as he plunged himself into you.
He dragged his cock in and out of you at a quickened pace, groaning loudly at the way you helplessly laid face first into the bed as he held you from behind with a tight grip around your waist.
“I can’t believe you’re in here fucking some pillow when I can make you feel so much better,” he let out a breathy groan.
Adrenalin was rushing through him as he fucked you through your fourth orgasm. You were trembling so much that you were barely able to hold yourself up. You felt weak, but with the way Kuroo’s hips continued ramming into you mercilessly, you knew there was no stopping him anytime soon.
“‘ 't's t-too much,” your whines filled the room, sounding like music to his ears.
“It's too much?” he asked with a teasing tone. “But, you were just fucking this pillow whining about how you wanted to cum, I’m only giving my baby what they so desperately wanted.”
There’s anger laced in his voice. He can’t believe you dared to think you could touch yourself without any consequences. His hand moved to wrap around your neck while his thrust continued its brutal pace.
“Just let me help you, baby. I promise I'll make you think twice before touching yourself when I'm not around”
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all eyes on you. (seijoh 4 x reader)
warnings: pure smut, not even an iota of plot, swearing, fem!reader, voyeurism, fingering, masturbation, implied group sex, slight degradation
word count: 1k
tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead
“H-Hajime,” Your voice trembles and breaks, body arched and wound up tight. Your nails dig into his forearms enough to leave marks, but you’re not sure he minds, considering his fingers only speed up inside you and he moans deliciously in your ear.
Iwaizumi has your back against his chest, and your legs hooked over his. He spreads his legs, simultaneously spreading yours, his unoccupied arm wrapped tight around your waist to hold you in place and keep you nice and open for the three pairs of hungry eyes that are trained on your naked, sweaty body.
“Touch her clit,” Hanamaki whispers, his hand working over his own exposed cock. He is leaning back on the couch before you, looking more bored than anything, but his eyes are sizzling with heat, unblinking, and his hand on his cock is urgent. Your breath stutters, and you’re not sure if it’s because of his words or because Iwaizumi chooses that moment to curl his fingers inside you.
“Don’t tell me how to please my girlfriend.” Iwaizumi grunts back, free hand reaching up to cup at your breast almost possessively. Nevertheless, his fingers slide out of you with a wet squelch and reach up to toy at your engorged clit. Your legs jerk and you gasp at the change in sensations.
“Don’t get snarky, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa’s voice does not match the playfulness of his words. It is husky and low, and he too is playing with his erection. The head is deep pink and weeping with precum, proudly showing just how aroused he is. How can he not be? With the show Iwaizumi is using you to put on.
“She loves it so much, see? Look how pretty she looks.” Oikawa continues, voice turning softer now, more teasing. It almost doesn’t feel like a compliment. Like he is demeaning you, but it only turns you on even more. You can’t believe this is something you enjoy, the jeering way he was talking about you. Iwaizumi never did that. You whine, eyebrows creasing.
“She likes that.” Matsukawa somehow sounds just as sharp and teasing as Oikawa. He has been quiet this whole time, only watching. He hadn’t even undressed, choosing to instead stick his hand in his pants and slowly stroke over himself. Deep down, you longed to see his cock too, knowing because of the jokes the boys made over the years that he was more than well endowed. But you are too shy to voice your desire. You are already doing something you couldn’t have imagined in a million years.
“You assholes are lucky you’re even watching this.” Iwaizumi quipped. “Don’t be ungrateful.”
He keeps his fingers moving on your clit, unwinding his other arm from around you to fill up your empty hole again. You gasp and arch again, one arm reaching back to grip tight on his hair while the other continues clawing at his skin.
“Tell me how you feel, baby.” He coos, knowing you are getting closer.
“Tell us how you feel.” Oikawa interjects, grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him a glare. His hand speeds up, anticipating your release and wanting to reach his high at the same time.
“I-” You weep, tears escaping your eyes to coat your cheeks instead. “I- Hajime!”
“Sshh, I’ve got you.” Hajime kisses the skin just below your ear, a spot that he knows is sensitive. “You’re doing so good, baby. God, you’re so fucking beautiful. Everyone’s looking at you. You’re so sexy.”
“You are, Y/N-chan.” Oikawa speaks again. “Can’t believe I’ve never seen you like this before. Been missing out.”
“Wish it was me,” Hanamaki chimed in. “Wonder what your pretty pussy would feel like on my cock.”
“Watch it.” Iwaizumi warned, but you moaned loudly, clamping down hard on his fingers. Matsukawa snickered.
“You’ve got a whore on your hands, Iwa.” He commented. “She fucking loves the thought of it. Isn’t that right?”
He leans forward, hand moving faster and faster inside his jeans. His words shock you, he is so crass. But it sends a current zipping down your torso, settling like heat in the pit of your stomach. Iwaizumi rubbed hard against your clit, curling his fingers against your spot.
“You want their cocks?” Iwaizumi groans into the shell of your ear, picking up on how aroused you are getting. “You little slut. You’re not satisfied by just me. You’re not even satisfied by them watching. You need them to fuck you.”
You wail as you come, body winding tight as electricity runs up your spine and clutches tight at your lungs. You try to close your legs, to stop Hajime’s hands as they continue to abuse your sloppy pussy. He doesn’t let you, though. His legs hold yours in place as he watches your body writhe. There are groans and curses, as one man after another cums after you, reaching their limit at the sight of your undulating torso, your curled toes, your jaw slacked and your tears still flowing.
Iwaizumi finally pulls his fingers out, running his drenched hand over your sensitive cunt. You jump and whine, trying to push him away, but your weakened limbs are no match for him. He brings his hand down, spanking your pussy and making you yelp.
“Behave,” Iwaizumi nibbles at your earlobe. “Be nice. We have guests.”
Your eyes finally find your audience, their flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. You immediately notice the white that coats their cocks, their hands, some traveling up their bare fronts. You flush at the sight, and you feel something in your core stir again.
Iwaizumi pats your thigh, closing his legs and encouraging you to move. He manhandles you to face him, bringing your focus down to his still rock hard cock. Your breath hitches at the little smirk on his face.
“C’mon, baby. Take care of me. And if these idiots wanna keep watching, they’re welcome to.”
No one moves from the couch, straightening to eye the show you will put on next.
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"I have a surprise for you."
Shinsuke, despite his excitement and ever the gentleman, helps you out of your coat before his hand settles on the small of your back, ushering you into the living room.
"For me?" You tease as you take a seat on the couch.
"Of course," he says gently, a boyish grin starting to form on his lips. "It's Valentine's Day, isn't it?"
He's gone before you can pull him in and kiss that stupid smile off his face, disappearing down the hall to no doubt retrieve this mysterious surprise.
You bounce your leg as you wait, nervous for no good reason. You trust Shinsuke, trust him enough to know he isn't going to come back down the hall and fling a creepy-crawly into your lap. Tender love and care seeps into his every action, his every word, like sunlight washes over the rice paddies, and you know on a day like today it'll be no different.
When he returns, his hands are behind his back and his grin has spread into something proud. Lovesick. Excitement sets his features alight and it stirs a swarm of butterflies in your belly. He's so handsome like this, warm with affection and happy.
"It was hard to wrap, so I'm sorry there's nothing to open," Shinsuke warns, standing to one side, arms locked behind him. He catches your body shifting to steal a peek, and counters it, moving left and right so you can't catch a good glimpse. He knows you too well. You share a giggle. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."
The reveal is nothing grand, no wild flourishes or confetti explosions, just you and Shinsuke and his pretty smile and rosy cheeks. It's perfect. A delicate bouquet of crocheted forget-me-nots and daisies, dotted with tulips and lilies, all perfectly arranged in a pretty crystal vase settles into your lap.
Your mouth drops open as you start to blink back tears. "And you-"
You can't even get the words out, but Shinsuke sits beside you, leg pressing against yours, and finds them for you. "I crocheted them and tried to arrange them so they looked pretty, but 'm a farmer not a florist." His fingers brush yours as he reaches to stroke a leaf. "Obviously."
Suddenly the last few weeks click into place. His more frequent trips to his grandma's, the disappearance of his basket of crochet supplies from the space beside his couch. All an effort to hide this little project from you.
He watches your eyes travel from flower to flower, fingers tracing gently over the petals, reverent in your appreciation of his handiwork. "Gram helped with the patterns, kept me sane. Never done anything quite this intricate, so I needed all the help I could get."
"Shinsuke, I-" You set the the vase on the table and shift to take his cheeks in your palms. "They're beautiful." Your thumb sweeps across the apple of his cheek. "Thank you."
He beams, pleased with himself. "I'm glad you like them."
"I love you." You pull him in for a kiss laced with adoration, fingers finding the nape of his neck as his hands curl around your waist. When you pull away, you bump your nose into his. You press a smile into his cheek.
"I love you too."
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enjoy your valentine 💝
#hnnnngh#look at theeeeeem#I kith both of them on their foreheads then make them kiss#smor recs art~
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Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies~💞
#i am feeling things#smor rambles ~#been a hot minute#need to write and want to but my thesis and work is kicking my ass#want to meet more lovely people to talk to so never hesitate to reach out <3
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Exes who…
Synopsis. Showing up to a party looking like that. What's a man to do when he just can't stay away?
Pairing. Multiple x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, desperate boys, unprotected sex, NSFW, cunnilingus, pet names (my girl, babe), swearing.
Word count. 1.0k
A/N. This was supposed to be shorter, sorry lovelies. Art by @_3aem on Twitter.
Exes who know they should stay away, but one whiff of your perfume at some dingy party and he’s dragging you to the nearest bathroom.
He’s pathetic, he knows, but he right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck as he spreads you on that bathroom counter and dives face-first into your dripping cunt.
Greedily lapping at your juices, the taste of your pussy on his tongue was so addictive. Fuck, he missed this so much.
He feels feral. Groaning lowly at the tug of your hand on his hair which hurts so good. He flicks his tongue harshly over your throbbing clit. More. He needs more.
“Hah- Fuck- Feels so good!”
“Yeah, jus’ like that, my girl.”
Making out with your pussy was almost as addictive as fucking you. You were a drug he couldn’t let up - he couldn’t get enough of.
Nose-deep in your cunt, he tastes you over and over the way he imagined when he fucked his fist on those lonely nights.
Fingers digging into your thighs, he moves your legs so that they wrap around his head, bringing him impossibly closer to your hot core. He breathes over it - teasing - mouth watering at the sight of it getting wetter just for him.
He’s pretty sure your sinful moans and the squelching sounds could be heard above the overplayed pop on the other side of the door. Good, let them hear. It’ll teach that scrub outside that was eyeing you a thing or two about what he can’t have.
“Hngh- Baby, I’m gonna-”
Once you cum around his tongue, hips bucking wildly and clit catching on his nose as you ride his face, he thinks he’d be happy to die here if it was in-between your legs.
A final peck to your quivering cunt - not a goodbye, no, he’ll be seeing this pretty pussy again - but a prelude for what was to come.
Amidst heated kisses, he lets you taste yourself on his tongue as he hurriedly unbuckles his belt. Fucking trousers - they come with too many fucking buttons. He wants to feel you now. Have your wet cunt pulsing around his painfully hard cock as he gets drunk off of your pretty moans.
So he does.
He only has his flushed tip kissing your folds, but already feels like he’ll fucking pass out. He teases your entrance - willing himself to wait like he did all these past few months. This won’t be the last time - he knows - but he sure as hell is going to treat it like it is.
“Tell me what you want, my sweet girl.” he huffs out, eyes boring into your dazed ones. Beautiful. You were always so beautiful.
“Please. I need you in me so bad.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Please, baby.”
Your lustful whimpers are what makes him snap. You were going to be the death of him.
Fully sheathing himself in you, he fucks your pussy with a merciless cadence that has your nails digging into his shoulder at how painfully good you were stretched. Tight. So tight.
He feels himself losing his sanity as your cunt struggles to adjust to his size, walls clenching down on his throbbing erection. It’s animalistic - the way your pussy tries to suck him back in when he pulls out fully, only to ram inside you again.
“Shit- Pussy made jus’ for me. Only me.” he moans.
One strong arm steadying himself on the counter, and the other with an almost-painful grip on your hip, he keeps up a pace that has his abs burning. Heavy balls stinging as they smack relentlessly against your ass.
He bites down on your exposed neck to muffle the strangled groans ripping from his throat at the ethereal feel of your snug cunt - he needs to better drink in your fucked out yelps at his harsh thrusts.
His dick twitches inside when you start whining out his name as you reach closer and closer to your climax. He could do this forever. You were heaven on Earth.
In his hazy mind, he distinctly registers the jingle of the doorknob. Annoying fuckers can’t take a hint.
“Fuck off.” he barks out, “I’m fuckin’ my future wife in here.”
His heart clenches as you push your face into the crook of his neck in embarrassment. Pulling you closer to him in response - strings of slick and precum connecting you to him - he hopes whoever’s there up above strikes him down if he doesn’t wife you up.
Ah…he’s so close.
There isn’t even a hair’s breadth between your two bodies as he fucks into you mindlessly, not even a trace of thought for the poor soul on the other side of the door. He’s got more important things to do - you.
“Baby- Shit. I’m so close.” your exhausted mewls are music to his ears. His balls tighten and cock aches for release.
Teeth clenched and brows furrowed at how your walls were fluttering around him so perfectly, he grits out “Me too, my girl. Me too.”
Your legs tighten around his toned waist as your cunt clamps down on his thick length - sending both of you over the edge.
He sees stars as he cums. Thick ropes painting your walls white and shaky whimpers of your name leaving his mouth like a prayer. You really were heaven on Earth.
Cum drips down the side when he slows down to shallow grinds of his hips, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into you. He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he pulls his sensitive cock out of you.
With a long finger, he gathers the cum now slowly dripping out of you. Pooling it at his fingertips before popping them into his mouth, half-lidded eyes looking right into your fucked out ones. He moans around them as if tasting a delicacy, elated at the way your mouth drops in disbelief at his lewd act.
He feels barely lucid as he snaps your panties back on you with a devilish grin and tucks himself back into his trousers.
Unlocking the door to pointed looks he couldn’t care less about, he can’t keep his eyes off the alluring curve of your hips as you walk away back to the party - pretending like his cum isn’t making a mess of your panties right now.
Dick twitching to life again, he pulls out his phone - unblocking you once more.
– GOJO, Choso, Geto, Suna, ATSUMU, KUROO, Oikawa, Sakusa, JEAN, EREN
A/N. …Gimme a min I’m cooking up something for Suguru…
Plagiarism not authorized.
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gojo satoru never put his infinity up when he was with you. he liked to feel you close.
the first time he'd touched you— actually touched you— was an accident. one he'd never made before. all that happened was that your arms had brushed together. it was just for a short moment, but electricity ran under his skin and straight to his heart. he'd just felt so comfortable with you. so close. the moment was perfect, he was positive that all the stars had aligned when he was with you. he could be himself. you'd seen him through his barrier.
he became addicted.
he wanted to feel you that close every time.
even knowing his arm would fall asleep he would snake it under your waist, pull you in tight. he loved the way your hair would tickle his nose as he kissed the nape of your neck.
sometimes he'd get carried away. it was a euphoric feeling so foreign to the pads of his fingers. the thud of your heart against his palm, your calves tangling with his. you'd giggle saying that he was practically choking you.
"one more minute, i promise," he'd say, voice rumbling through his chest and against your back.
one minute became two and after two, well, you guessed you could get used to him melding your bodies together.
he found himself touching you every chance he got. his fingers massaging your scalp, elbows nudging as you walked side by side. sometimes when your legs were strewn over his he couldn't help running a hand up and down from ankle to knee, waxing his palm against your skin as he reached the bend.
he absolutely loved when you were the one to initiate touch. you could practically see a tail wagging when your fingers danced against his wrist just before sliding down to trace circles into his palms, his hand eager to intertwine with yours.
even on those sticky summer afternoons when all the fan was doing was blowing the hot air around he couldn't get enough of you. two clips swiping his hair out of his face (matching yours, of course), a cold patch on his forehead, he'd wrap his arms around you as you chopped away at refreshing fruit. his body encompassing yours, chin hooking onto your shoulder as he reminded you to be careful.
winter was his favorite as if he needed an excuse to cuddle close to you. the breaths of your giggles fanning his skin, your socked feet brushing together where you both hid under a soft, cozy blanket.
every night as he listened to your deep, steady breaths he thought about how grateful he was to have met you. he'd been so focused on being the strongest that he'd never given a fleeting thought to being weak. and god, when it came to you he got so weak. he wondered how it was ever a bad thing in the first place.
before sleep took him he pulled you in closer, felt your breath hit the back of his hand, your chest rise under his palm.
gojo satoru was almost certain that you and him and the love you shared together was the true meaning of infinity, so when he was with you he never had to put it up. one look in your eyes was all the forever he needed.
A/N : ngl i melted while writing this. let's be fr he'd be this clingy >////////< anyway, i also have a nanami x reader soft sweet headcanon post up, i can't link it here right now but it's the last link on my master list under jjk. thank you for reading!
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You and Gojo making out around Suguru’s dick. 🙏
TWICE THE TROUBLE !
a/n: sorry i took so long to get to this anon i hope this finds its way back to you <3
warnings: poly!stsg, dom!geto, sorta sub!gojo, fem!reader, oral (f and m receiving), masturbation, suguru watches for a while, multiple rounds, use of ‘slut’, cum eating, cum shot, filthy and dirty as hell lol, n*sfw under the cut
it’s no secret that geto absolutely adored the both of you — whether it be looking at you bickering over whether maple syrup or honey is better for pancakes, or when he’s watching the two of you deep in slumber after getting out to get groceries at dawn to beat the morning crowd. it’s hardly different any other time, too much deep in adoration for his two babies that even fights are done with calculated voices and soft apologies.
and even now — watching how satoru whines for attention from the both of you, pulling gently at your nape to separate your lips from geto. you can feel the latter throb under you when gojo leaps forward to kiss you while you’re still in the other’s lap, feeling his hand leave your waist to trace the line down satoru’s back and right to his ass.
“sugu—” you hear against your lips, moaning something akin to your name after when your hands pull at satoru’s white hair shortly after, “n-need both of you . .”
“patience, satoru,” geto practically purrs, purposely humping his hips up into your cunt that you whine softly, too, grinning at how he’s always got the two of you at his beck and call. he runs the show indefinitely, and you’re both fine with it, heart fluttering when he asks for a favour.
“can you eat her out, baby?” he pleads with gojo, not before leaving you with a sweet kiss that leaves you wanting more and gently detaches himself from you, “let me watch my two pretty lovers, hm?”
you giggle a little at gojo’s eagerness when he nods and takes his place in front of you instead, rushing into a kiss that has you clashing teeth and groaning in pain, but with a small sorry from gojo and kisses down your neck, you’re forgiving him instantly when he finally peels off your soaked panties, groaning to himself at just how wet you were.
at the corner of your eye, you can see suguru stripping himself of his own underwear, stroking slowly at how gojo forces your sensitive legs open to lick a slow stripe up your cunt.
“’toru—” you shut your eyes tight, head tipped back as you put all your weight into your elbows, body naturally crawling away from the other’s skilled tongue from the intensity but satoru takes his time with you, easing you into the pleasure with how slowly he tugs you back to him.
“relax, princess . .” he mumbles, feeling himself get hard just from hearing geto’s hand along his cock, and now, at how he gets to eat your pretty pussy, “let me in, yeah?”
you moan softly just as he sucks on your clit, one hand reaching for his hair and the other for geto’s hand, him barely catching you just as you dig your nails into his forearm, dominant hand stuttering at little at the minor pain. gojo mutters praises into your cunt, slurping up your juices like it’s the very first time he’s eating you out.
“satoru— s’too much—” you writhe within the sheets, rendered warm from the morning sun that filters in and you can already feel your back start to line with sweat at the ecstasy, your boyfriend never stopping his relentless tongue flicking and sucking at your bud.
your other boyfriend watches in amusement and fondness at the two of you; the drop of your mouth and the twitches in your leg, to the subtle humping of satoru’s hips and his downturned eyebrows. satoru is just lost in your pre, making sure every bit of it isn’t lost to the silk sheets that he so impulsively bought for the both of you.
you gasp when your knees are pushed to your chest, left immobilised under gojo’s hand as he loses himself in your folds, tracing his tongue down your slit and right to your hole.
he makes sure to give you what you want when you only pull him more desperately into your core with moans that reach the moon. you’re grateful that at least suguru squeezes and twines his fingers with yours, watching with that damned smile on his face at your falling apart.
“’toru, sugu, i-it’s— i’m c—”
geto laughs, “so fast, doll?”
you burn at the small teasing remark, clenching around satoru’s tongue at the same time and he groans, nudging his nose deeper into your clit. with small jerks in your body and long whines that turn into short pants, they both know you’re close. the other speeds his hand up as well, following gojo’s noisy, sloppy licks along your pussy.
“pussy so sweet, suguru, hope ya can taste her later,” his muffled speech gets the other chuckling, even more so when they see their pretty baby all ruined over their sheets, their groans mixing in with your garbled speech, just whimpering and mumbling any word your foggy brain can think about at the moment.
“yeah? lookin’ forward to it, then.” geto struggles through gritted teeth at the feel of his hand — it would never compare to the both of you, but it’s all he can manage. he did say he wanted to watch and he’s enjoying gojo’s hips humping the sheets now as he focuses on your puffy, sensitive clit.
“she close, ’toru?” gojo’s affirmative moan sends vibrations up your body, sending you into overdrive when geto leans down to meet your lips, releasing your hand to your chin gently to steal your breath. it’s rough, drool dripping from the messiness of it and the other willingly swallows your sounds, tipping over the edge just as satoru lays his tongue flat along your cunt.
“mm fuckkk—, s-shit, satoru—!” you cry into suguru’s skin, wrapping fingers around his wrist for some anchor as you gush all over your other lover’s mouth, coating his face with cum. geto’s lips part as he watches the both of you, filling his ears with your high-pitched mewls against satoru’s deeper moans that he spills with your names on his lips, filling his hand with his cum.
but the dark-haired man isn’t done, oh, no, and you both sure as hell aren’t either with the way you don’t hesitate to bring his other hand to your lips to clean it, scooping all of his cum onto your tongue.
“dirty slut,” he whispers, relishing in how you start to suck on his fingers. and then he’s blessed with the both of you tugging on his arms so he’d be on the edge of the bed, seemingly an arrangement you two agreed on. it’s obvious that you two definitely had a little talk about this when he switches between both you and satoru kneeling on the ground, tongues out and waiting.
“oh . . darlings,” geto coos, stroking his cock lazily. you’re the first to wrap your lips around his tip, suckling as he shivers at your warm mouth. but it’s not long until you’re taking it out and bringing gojo’s head closer, slapping geto’s sensitive cock on the other’s tongue. the scene sends immediate thrills down to your core, pulsating and throbbing under you.
suguru groans at the sight, his two pretty lovers using him however which way; gojo bobs his head along his boyfriend’s cock, pressing his tongue against the base of his shaft while you aid him momentarily with a hand to his nape. your hands never forget his balls, squeezing and playing with them while satoru sucks him off — and then it switches again.
this little game continues on for a while, gurgling noises and wanton moans filling the room every time his cock enters one of your mouths.
it’s so different, too — you like to have saliva dripping everywhere, a sloppy blowjob with his tip touching the back of your throat and your nose buried in his pubes. satoru likes consistency, stroking the parts he can’t reach and bobbing his head obediently and making sure he looks up at him with those blue, blue eyes of his.
“oh, baby, baby, shiiit . .” suguru groans out, hands clutching the sheets so tightly it might cramp, until you’re both squishing your faces together, each getting a share of his tip that’s leaking the remnants of the previous round.
“t-that’s so hot, fuckin’ hell,” he swears when you two start to make out around his cock, equal part of lips on each other and his length that he gets twice the pleasure and the blessing of the two of you. geto slips both his hands into your hair, cradling your heads as you two slurp and suck and slobber over his throbbing dick, moaning into each other’s mouth.
there’s strings of cum that connect you both to geto, translucent white all over your lips and hands that only adds to the obscenity, your hand coming up to help stroke his cock.
satoru follows suit, larger hand engulfing yours and looking up at him through white eyelashes again, smiling to himself when he hears geto’s choked up words. he’s so hard it hurts, the mere grinding against the sheets doing nothing for him so he moves a hand between his legs, letting out soft pants.
“i’m gonna— c-cum . .” it’s even a wonder he’s held out this long, and you add fuel to the fire when you speed up your hand along his shaft, catching the glint in satoru’s eye with a giggle and sharing in the honour of being able to have geto suguru at your mercy.
your mind is muddled, the mixture of suguru’s previous load and satoru’s strawberry scented lip gloss sending you into a frenzy. under your lips, you can feel the dark-haired man twitch, you can feel gojo’s soft lips, it’s almost too much when the latter whines into your mouth. geto interrupts; “i’m g’nna give both of you my cum— haah . . ”
you’re both off him when you hear that, pleading with two sets of eyes and with outstretched tongues while your hands never stop their assault. gojo makes use of his pretty ceruleans while there’s multiple “please’s” falling from your throat, ears flooded with the wet shlick’s of your hands.
“oh my g—god . .” geto’s hands are so tight around your hair it borderline hurts, just hunching over the both of you with his eyes fighting to stay open, “fuck— i’m c-cumming—”
his pupils are blown wide when he sprays his cum over both your faces, spurting his seed all over your tongues and cheeks. the room fills with your moans at the feeling, with hand making sure you’re milking his cock for what it’s worth. suguru’s lips contain variations of your names alongside profanities, thighs shaking under him as whines escape him.
“aw, the both of you—” geto hums, fingers releasing your hair to hold your cheeks and he wished his hands weren’t so gross and sticky so he could at least make you two pose for his camera, but his jaw drops when you both turn to each other to have your lips meet again, mouth gaping as he watches his semen drip everywhere and your tongue against satoru’s — a scene of pure filthiness.
“j-just know how to treat me . .” suguru watches, dumbfounded as gojo licks his cum off your face and vice versa, before you both turn to him with grins that remind him why he likes to take the reins in the bedroom.
“and now, i’ll treat the both of you . . how’s that sound, darlings?”
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