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— morning after with haikyuu boys
summary: they’re next to you when you wake up, but you wonder if he’s really yours even after last night. [previous / next]
tags: suggestive content, nudity, aged up characters, hurt/comfort + angst to fluff, insecurities
featuring: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, oikawa tooru
image credit: @seerlight on twitter
— suna rintarou
suna looks beautiful when he’s asleep, you decide. you take in the sight of how the hair falls over his eyes, how his eyelashes fan over the tops of his cheeks, and wonder if you’ll ever see this sight again.
you’re almost sure that he had only slept with you last night because it had been convenient: at the same party, living in the same apartment building. there’s no way he would want to keep doing this, not when there were so many other people he could be with. you graze your fingertips over his cheekbones, smiling to yourself, before you get up to go brush your teeth.
you’re making breakfast when he wakes up, padding barefoot and shirtless into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. god, he looks good, you think. you avoid eye contact, afraid that your feelings would show on your face.
“morning, rin,” you say, trying to keep your voice level, “i’m making food, if you want some—”
and then you stop yourself. maybe he doesn’t want any, maybe he wants to leave as soon as possible. so you backtrack, “i mean—it’s okay if you don’t want any! i just... i made—”
he cuts you off by putting his hand on your hip and resting his chin on your shoulder. your breath catches when he says, “what’s wrong? last night got you flustered?”
“no— it’s just—” you try to find the words, your face heating up, “it’s okay if you want to leave. i don’t— maybe you don’t usually have breakfast with your one night stands...”
he presses his lips to your neck. “is that what you think this is? a one time thing?”
you finally gather the courage to look at him, but he’s so close to you that you reel back. he catches you in his arms and smirks. you must look like you’re on the verge of tears, but suna just looks amused.
“come on,” he urges, digging his fingers into your back, “let’s eat breakfast.”
— oikawa tooru
“wake up, tooru,” you sing, slinging an arm over his waist and burying your face in his back.
you feel great. your body is pleasantly sore and you slept better than you ever have with oikawa next to you. you nuzzle him until he groans, twisting around to look at you. you grin at him, and he almost smiles back, but then a look crosses his face, and suddenly he’s turning back around.
“hey,” he groans, burying his face into the pillow, “c-could you get off of me?”
you recoil, your fingers slipping from his body. oh, you think. maybe it wasn’t like that then. so you laugh awkwardly, turning away from him with a small sure. there’s nothing to do except get out of bed, your morning mood broken. unbeknownst to you, oikawa peeks at your back.
“i’m just— i’m gonna go shower,” you mumble, and add, “it’s okay if you leave the door unlocked if you wanna go,” as an afterthought.
you turn the shower scalding hot, rinsing away the remnants of last night. you try not to strain your ears, try not to think about oikawa leaving while the memories of his touch are still on your mind. by the time you get out of the bathroom, your body feels clean but your heart still feels heavy.
“u-uh,” you hear from the living room, and you look up in surprise, “good shower?” oikawa asks, averting his eyes from your naked body.
“tooru?” you hold a hand over your breasts as an attempt at modesty, “what are you still doing here? i thought— i thought you left...”
he’s still shielding his eyes, but you can see the furious blush on his face. he’s embarrassed, you realize, watching his curled up form on your couch. you walk closer to him, dripping water all over the place, but you don’t care. you take his hand away from his face.
“s-sorry,” he mumbles quietly, still covering his eyes with one hand, “i was kinda mean earlier...”
you stare at him, finally relaxing. you burrow into his arms, leaving him sputtering over how he was getting all wet. you pout anyway, looking up at him with watery eyes.
“you’re such a dork, tooru...”
— kageyama tobio
when you wake up, kageyama is already getting dressed, slipping on the sweats and trackshirt that he wore to your place last night. he’s doing it so meticulously, so seriously, that you just watch him for a few moments before you say anything.
“tobio?” you call when he’s done, his hand on the doorknob of your room, “why don’t you come back to bed?”
he turns to look at you blankly, “no, i should get going. i have some things to take care of today.”
you search for signs that he’s evading, but knowing kageyama, he really does have errands to run, ones that he wouldn’t put aside even for five minutes in bed with you. he’s always been like that, straightforward—so you give him your best smile, pulling the blankets up to cover your chest, and wave him goodbye.
“okay,” you say quietly, the hurt from his dismissal lingering, “have a good day then, tobio.”
you try not to read into his actions for the next few days, but it gets harder with every moment that passes when he doesn’t contact you. he sometimes sent texts unprompted before that night. you’re disappointed when he doesn’t.
you see him by chance after a week, when you’re sweaty and out of breath after a jog. your heart’s already racing when he runs up to you, looking exactly as he did the morning he left you in bed.
“y/n,” he greets, face impassive, “how are you?”
you avert your eyes, telling him you’re good, even though you’ve been worrying about this despite your attempts not to. it’s awkward, with the sound of the wind blowing between you, and you don’t know what to do.
he looks around, hands in his pockets, “um...” he starts, blush forming on his cheeks, “do you want to spend some time together today?”
“but—” you look at him in surprise, “but you— i mean... do you want to?”
he’s confused, shifting his head to the side. “yeah,” he agrees, like it’s natural, “we haven’t seen each other much the past few days so...”
“i just...” you mumble quietly, “...thought you didn’t wanna see me anymore.”
“huh...” he hums, looking away, “sorry, i’ve just been busy. i guess i should have sent a message or something... but i, um... i missed you.”
you take him in then, with his flustered expression, and think, yeah, tobio is like that. he’s honest, almost to a fault, and you should have known. you relax, sliding your hand in his, just to watch him blush harder.
“i missed you, too, tobio,” you smile, “let’s finish our jog, yeah?”
#hana.fic#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu angst#haikyuu imagines#suna x reader#oikawa x reader#kageyama x reader#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#ch.suna#ch.oikawa#ch.kageyama
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ahh!! all the nii-san posts are so good, but have you considered twin brother tobio who thinks your the only one for him
I have,, It has affected my sanity and rings in my head a hundred times a day. I hate it here. Truly. This became sorta really long? But I hope you enjoy (・´ｪ｀・)
tw incest, dubcon if you squint
The flashes of light are incessant, an obnoxious wave of noisy shutters filling the silence in between mutters and questions. Your fists around the bottom lining of your old jacket, denting the fabric under the light ministrations of your fingertips. It’s nerves, they still creep up from time to time when you feel the eyes. They linger, curious or accusatory ones alike. Another flash makes you blink, then it’s quiet. You take a breath at the same time he does, accidental, but of course you do. You’ve always mirrored him after all, even when you weren’t trying. Tobio holds the air until everything grows completely immovable, like still water in winter.
His eyebrows twitch slightly, before he speaks. “I am happy.” Simple, straightforward, you can’t help but let your smile shine through. He eyes the interviewer for a moment, before nodding. “We’ve all worked hard to prove we deserve a spot on the court, it was a good match and I’m happy with the outcome.” The interviewers quickly take notes, before another sea of flashes rains down on the curved panes of his face. It’s his standard post-match ramble, nothing new there, but you can see the spark of victory where it bends him in two and shatters at the fold. “And,” his eyes flick around across the small group of people.
They find yours. “My sister came to support us in the stands so I am very proud.” The deep blues rest on you like you’re the end of a war, his lips turning upwards at the sides. He is proud, of you, and you of him just as much. Or even more if possible, though you are quicker to lower your gaze at the attention. An interviewer to your side clears her voice, before clicking her pen a few times in rapid succession. The press irritates him, though he’s gotten very good at hiding it over the years. In this moment though, you can tell.
It’s written all over in the way he stands on balls of his feet, like he’s ready to sprint out. You wonder if he would reach for you before setting off, or if you’d have to chase him down the hall like another of the fans. Either way you wouldn’t be far behind, it’s just the nature of your relationship. The lads presses her ruby lips together. “When will you take another girlfriend to a game? You broke up with your last girlfriend in May, fans want to know if it is true that you are keeping your newest fling private.”
Ushijima gives you a little head tilt as he walks past, his cheeks coloured from exhaustion, towel still dangling around his neck. You return it. A few of the interviewers immediately turn their attention to him, snapping photos and calling out for him with an almost violent greediness, the small interaction not going unnoticed. You think you hear someone mention your name to him in the same line as ‘dating’, and Wakatoshi’s deep chuckle is comforting when he leads the bunch of them down the hall. Tobio is frowning when you turn back, at the woman with the high ponytail and red lips that shimmer under the artificial lighting.
“I would’ve kept all of it private if that could have been the end of it.” He raises a hand to brush some of his sweaty hair away from his face, before dropping his eyes to the floor. “I only bring the people precious to me to my games.” He does. He asks happily, over the phone like a giddy child, at the crack of dawn when he goes for his run. You’ve complained about it many times. He still does it though, because Tobio is nothing if not persistent. You only notice him moving because the people around you gasp and gawk, flinching away from him like he’s other. He is, too, a different breed entirely.
His long fingers are around your wrist, pulling you from behind the lenses to his side, tucked against his shoulder like a little parasite. That’s what you think you must look like when the flashing starts. Tobio’s arm wraps around your back and rests his chin on your head though, allowing you to fit right in his hold. Another one of his shiny trophies. His smile looks a little brighter from this angle. “My sister is the only one who has never missed a game of mine. If you want to report on anything, this is the person I am most grateful for in my life right now. I’m very lucky to have her support.”
It feels unreal. Someone calls out your name, the shutters get the noisiest they’ve been all day. It won’t be a headline in the making, you try to calm yourself, bowing at the same time Tobio does. He drops his hand to wrap around yours, and tugs you behind him. It’s straightforward, your brother always is. The violent banging against your rib cage is less so, but you’ve gotten used to it already.
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“Why did you say all that stuff to those guys earlier? Were you not feeling too well?” Tobio looks up from where he’s putting his bag down, his eyes shooting up along your body. “You’re normally good at dealing with the press post-match.” You put the towel under the water, before turning back towards the main room of your apartment.
“What did I say that was wrong?” He tosses his sweaty shirt on the heap of jerseys and leggings to wash, picking up his towel and swinging it around his neck. You look down again, playing with the fluffy fabric as you approach.
“Nothing, Tobio. I just-” you linger at the couch, resting your hip against it, “you don’t normally egg on rumours about your dating life. It’ll be fine because it’s me, but if it were anyone else people might be cautious of your words. They really want a story on the details, you know. And I’m not really used to being next to you on pictures, it was a bit surprising, s’all.”
“I meant what I said.”
He closes the rest of the distance for you, standing toes to toes. You don’t look up until you can feel the soft puff of air on your head, where he lays a kiss. It feels warm, and good, and you bite your tongue when the pounding of your heart starts feeling painful against your chest. You duck away from it the second time, pushing his chin up with two fingers instead. Tobio smiles into his exhale, as you trace across his features with the wet towel. Brows, eyes, nose, under his chin and along the line of his throat. “Are you mad at me?” He drops his eyes back to yours when you frown, before tacking onto your slight frustration. “Or about the dating?”
“Tobio,” you mumble, pulling out of his vicinity too late. His hand is already on your forearm, tugging you right back in place. Face to his chest with barely enough space to look up all the way to his handsome face. You try to keep it out, but your tongue starts to feel a bit bitter anyway. “I really don’t want to-”
“Because we can stop doing that as soon as you say so. They get paid a lot of money, money I’d rather be using on us. I’m tired of doing it.”
Even now, still spent from the match, he smells like safety. Like home, perfectly familiar. You have to physically distance yourself from him by turning your eyes to the couch, not to melt right into him. “Then don’t,” you nod. “But then I have to stop being less... everywhere with you too, and I don’t think you want that.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not a good actor, Tobio. I can’t pretend not to care and people will look at us, and see.”
“Then let them.”
You sigh, dropping the towel aside under the arm that he’s still holding. He draws gentle circles into the soft skin, like he’s trying to unpick the rips in every single fiber of your threaded sanity. “You’re impossible.” He bends his knees and drops to your level, kissing you. Softly, a few feather-light kisses that shut you up, and then one that breaks you open. He pulls you into him by the waist, the hard lines of his chest against your softer ones. The press of his lips to yours is sweet, though entirely guilty as he uses the leverage on your body to walk you back a little, melting into you.
He bites at your bottom lip and swipes his tongue at yours, sucking eagerly. You imagine his tongue to spell out ‘mine’ on the soft parts of your mouth a million times, because when he gives you a break to breathe you’re dizzy. “You said we weren’t going to do this again.”
“I‘ve been a better liar than you for a while, little sister,” he grins, though you can see the hesitation in his eyes too. This is such a bad thing, it’s wrong, you know it and Tobio must know too. It eats you up inside, but maybe that’s why it’s so easy to believe him. You let your face drop against his chest, letting the rise and fall of his chest dictate yours. “You were made for me, remember? And I for you. And I wished that we’d get married and you wished we’d always be together forever.”
“On our fifth birthday,” you remind him, ignoring his hand when it starts playing with the edge of your worn jacket. It’s his, you suddenly hate how obvious you are. Tobio hums softly at your frown.
“I never stopped meaning it.” He uses one of his long legs to hook around yours and pushes you over into the couch, though you land softly. And while you’re trying to catch your breath from the sudden tilt, he follows you down, coming to lift your knees open and upwards. He leans down on his forearms on top of you, and presses another kiss to your lips. This one is lazier, like he’s already won. He has. Because you shouldn’t be in this situation at all. “I love you,” he whispers, starting to kiss down your neck and zipping open his old jacket from your body.
His large body slotted in between your legs, he presses his hips into you just enough to drive you absolutely mad. “I can’t stay away from you, so stop pushing already,” he moans, reaching down to shift himself in his shorts. Your body, the traitorous thing, basically shudders in excitement when he pulls your top underneath your tits, leaning down to take a bud into his mouth. “Say it,” he ruts his hips into yours now, the friction making you whine. It feels so good, he feels so good.
“I- I love you,” you close your eyes when he smiles at you again, lifting himself from your body to drag your shorts and panties down your legs. “Ah- ‘want you, Tobio.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, sitting back in the couch, “want you too, been wanting you for so long. So long, you have no idea.” He pulls at you until you get up too, sitting you down on his lap, his hard cock slotted between your thighs with a his. “How did you expect me to fuck this perfect, little hole and forget about it, anyway? I belong in this tight cunny, it belongs to me.” He’s rambling, humping you in his lap with his head thrown back and his fingers digging so deep into the skin of your hips they might leave permanent indents.
You press a few kisses to his throat, which he grunts at, before lining up and sliding down the head. He’s already so big, that’s what you remember most. You twitch as you lower yourself on him, moaning through the deep breaths. He stretches you so wide it’s hard to think of anything else, just Tobio. Tobio, Tobio, your Tobio. He drops his forehead on your shoulder when you’re full, before thrusting up into you. You start moving up and down too fast for his liking but your patience has worn too thin for slow. “Wait, you’re going to hurt yourself,” Tobio chokes, shoving you back down in his lap. His cockhead is already at the very end of your sloppy cunt, pressing against every inch.
“Want your fat cock to break me open, please. I need it. I need you. Tobio, please.” He kisses down your face and neck to let you adjust a moment longer, before rolling his length deep inside you once, twice, filling you up over and over again. Mind blank, you lift yourself up a bit higher to drop down on him, his breathing getting shallower by the second. He mumbles out soft curses, and you cling to him. You won’t last. “T-Tobio,” you beg, and he slides his hand between your bodies to rub at your clit with precise movements. “Wanna cum on your cock. You too, cum into me, please.”
He only picks up the pace more when he flips you back over on your back, rutting his cock into you so deep it kisses your cervix with each thrust. Fingers sliding through the sticky mess with calculated precision. “Cum then, slutty girl. Cum on your brother’s cock, you deserve it. I’ll fuck you until you can’t ever think of what others think again.” His hips smack into your doughy skin with every pump, stretching you wide open for him. You can only hang onto him while you cum, moaning his name over and over. “Ahg— Tobio, fuck, holyfuckholyfuck I love you. Love you, Tobio!” Your arms around his shoulders, nails ruining his beautiful skin. “I’m sorry,” you breathe as he kisses you, never once stopping.
He doesn’t give you rest, can’t. But his lips are all over yours, comforting you even now. “I know, baby, I know.” He forces himself to slow down a little as you clamp around him so tight, not ready to let this end. His hips twitch, eyes sharpening on your fucked expression. The rush of love he feels should be illegal. “You’re mine. Don’t fucking forget it ever again. I’m going to fuck you limp.”
#🍯honey.pot#tw.incest#💫ch.kageyama#i havent written actual smut in a while so this was nice#unedited though ill do that tomorrow#im ao sorry this took so long it kinda ran away from me#i love tobio hi thank you#i really want to write this tobio ^^^ jealous now#??? wouldnt that be perfect#he just wants to hump your cute little body without a doubt that youre hiis#🥧kageyama.chan
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— getting back together with haikyuu boys
summary: you think of the things that went wrong, that could’ve been, and how they’ll move forward.
featuring: kageyama tobio
tags: exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending
kageyama tobio + drifting away
you see kageyama around after the breakup as often as you’d expect. his face appears on your screen sometimes when you open the homepage of a news site and the sports section flashes. the 2016 olympics is when you confirm that he’s done bigger, better things than be in a relationship with you.
seeing him doesn’t make you as sad as you thought it would. missing tobio isn’t exactly painful, because he was never that passionate about being with you anyway.
you remember confessing to him, wringing your hands and heart thumping wildly. his stare had been almost comically blank, as if oblivious to the anxiety thrumming through you.
i like you, you’d said naively, please go out with me.
there had been a blush on his face—you were sure of that. but his answer had been unenthusiastic, as if agreeing to be partners on a team project. ...okay, he’d said, pursing his lips and looking away. let’s go out, he repeats.
but you also remember the day your relationship ended, how uncanny the similarities had been. ...okay, he’d said after a long silence, let’s break up.
you’d never even told him why you couldn’t be with him anymore, and you weren’t sure he knew, but it was just like kageyama to not ask and to not want to know. you probably wouldn’t have been together, just like you probably wouldn’t have broken up, if you hadn’t said anything.
so you’re a little confused when you find his name flashing across your screen, two years after you last saw him. hey y/n, it reads, can you come out?
you’ve gotten so many messages like that over the months you guys dated, and instinctively you shrug on your jacket, and without even slipping on socks, you run to the park where you’ve met him so many times. it’s like a dream, seeing him standing there, in an outfit so similar to the one he jogged in all throughout high school that you think you’re hallucinating.
“ah—” kageyama looks a little flustered, as if he hadn’t been the one to call you out, darting his eyes away, “...g-good evening.”
you’re not sure what to do, what to say. you stare, and stare, still wondering if he’ll go away. after a moment, you smile.
“hi, tobio,” you greet him, as if years hadn’t passed, “how have you been?”
“good,” he replies quickly, “i mean—o-okay, i guess...”
you don’t know what to say. he doesn’t ask you how you are back, he can barely even look at you, so you stand there awkwardly, waiting. he takes a step forward, and you’re so startled that you take a step back. he reaches for you, but his hand stops midway.
“i, um—” he looks like he’s trying to find his words, “i-i was drafted for the 2020 olympics.”
he looks proud. as he should be, you think. he’s always been amazing. it’s why it didn’t work out in the first place, and of course you’re glad your heartbreak wasn’t for nothing.
“congratulations. i knew you could do it.”
“i just—” his brows furrow, and he shakes his head ever so slightly, like the words are not coming out right. they’re probably not, knowing kageyama. but his next words, the ones he’s thought about so hard, comes out in a rush.
“...w-will you please support me?” he stammers, and then suddenly he’s folding himself in half, bowing with his head down, as if begging.
“tobio—what—” you get flustered, looking around to see if anyone’s watching, and scramble to bring him up. “please, lift your head—”
but he grips your arms. “i’m sorry,” he manages, squeezing his eyes shut, “for leaving. i should’ve stayed.”
the warmth of his head brushing against your arm and his scent all seem so familiar. but then you look down, and his shoulders are broader, his voice deeper, and you remember that you guys are different now too. you gingerly lift your hand to touch his hair.
“it’s okay,” you say, and his head snaps up when he hears your voice crack, “there’s nothing to be sorry about.”
and there isn’t. you were the one that broke it off in the first place. but he’s here now, as close to begging as kageyama can, asking you to be in the life that you had removed yourself from. your hand drifts down to press against his cheek, just as he leans into your touch.
“i’ll support you,” you agree, linking your pinky with his.
#hana.fic#haikyuu angst#haikyuu x reader#kageyama x reader#kageyama angst#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#ch.kageyama
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Heeeya fairy, how about adlers in mafia au? I think it’s sexy enough ~
I heard Adlers and violence and came running, but this actually turned out pretty gentle and sweet somehow? I hope you like it baby
tw mentions of blood and violence, gangbang/poly, choking, oral, overstimulation, mafia Adlers ♡
There’s a sheen of sweat on his brow. Blood splattered in hastily wiped droplets still dried on his cheeks and the darkness in his eyes is terrifying, but never for you. Tobio clears his throat, before reaching out his hand. “Come, pet, it’s okay now. It’s safe to come out.” You can make out the vague shape of a certain white haired man in the background, but you’re eyes still blur with tears and your head’s still pounding from the noise of the gunshots only a couple minutes before. “You hid well, baby,” he mumbles, avoiding his eyes from you once he’s certain enough of your condition, helping you up from the cold floor.
You flinch when one of the bodies is pulled aside, leaving a streaky trail of blood, before a familiar shape kicks it in the side. “Stupid fucker,” Korai hisses at the body, not that the insult means anything to a dead man. When he turns, the vicious glare clears from his face almost entirely, walking over to you in a few short steps to grab your wrist. He grabs your face too, to turn it from side to side, brows furrowing. “What’s this? Is this your blood, are you-”
“She’s fine,” Kageyama quickly snaps back, taking your wrist back. “As if I’d ever let anything happen to her, Hoshiumi.”
“Just checking, Kageyama,” he drawls, before leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek and wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. You know they’d never let anything happen to you, but it was still scary.
The others drop in after a few minutes of bickering between the two younger ones, they’d been tasked with staying by your side no matter what after all. But it’s the heavily tattooed shape that passes the doorway with hurried steps, gaze snapping to you, that has your smaller body shaking. Ushijima steps towards you with his ever-stoic presence, but you can see it in his eyes. The worry for your safety, the subdued panic of not being able to stay by you and protect you like he whispers he will every night.
He lets out a deep breath when he reaches you, brushing a palm to cup your cheek and taking you in top to bottom, like he’s not the one with his shirt a deep, dirtied color with blood.
“You’re safe,” is all he says, mouth curling up a fraction at the edges. The tiny smile drops at the sound of multiple boots, filling out with Fukuro, Sokolov and Romero. Ushijima lets go of you, for now. You know that when evening falls he’ll practically be attached to your hip from the scare, and looking back, Tobio will probably be too. It’s comforting, the gazes kept on you at all times. You used to find it overwhelming, and you never expected to be in a situation like this when you agreed to start dating the blunt brunet with a smile a bit too soft for someone of that stature.
When your heartbeat finally regains a normal pattern, though the smell of copper hasn’t faded your senses and the side of your face is sticky with drying red, you let out a breath. Fukuro checks all around the room again, humming when Romero mumbles a ‘clear’, before his eyes darken when looking at your state. But he doesn’t have time to say anything before you speak up this time. “I’m okay, I’m not hurt or anything. They barely grazed me.” And when he lets out a deep sigh, you rush over to press yourself into his tall body, feeling the weight of his arms wrapping tight around your shoulders. “What about you guys?”
“Bullet got my shoulder,” Sokolov slowly says, smiling when your head shoots up from the embrace in worry. “But ‘m fine. It’ll be a nice scar. Hey,” he frowns then, looking down at you with a slight drop of his lips. “Where’s your collar?”
A quick glance around doesn’t reveal it anywhere, you’d probably find it when cleaning out the mess. Later. “They snatched it when they tried to grab me, almost choked me out,” you humour, before looking around the room one last time. Ushijima’s eyes meet yours again when you smile, though you can see the worry still oozing out of him. But before saying anything, you glance back at the leader, who’s brown hair is matted down because of the fight, most likely. He places a hand on your shoulder, then giving each of his men a look.
“Alright, move out. Let’s go get cleaned up.”
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You almost faint with the pressure Tobio has on your leash, Korai holding your head in his lap and stroking his cock to the sight of you being fucked so well. Somewhere between the second and third orgasm your legs gave out, so now it’s all Wakatoshi as he holds your hips in place to piston into your wet walls, one hand on your thigh and the other pushing down on your stomach. He grunts softly each time the ruthless pace makes you clench, moans muffled. The room is filled with wet slapping sounds of his sweaty skin meeting yours, while Tobio shoves his tongue deeper into your mouth and claiming you as his.
Korai’s hand still toying with your nipples, impatiently waiting for his turn. But for now all you can really focus on is the rushing of your blood between your ears, and the way the huge cock is slid between your legs over and over, bringing you closer to another high. You pull away from Tobio to take a deep breath, lips swollen and eyes shut tight as the grip on your collar loosens just a bit. He’s holding back because of what happened today, they all are. Normally Korai wouldn’t think twice holding your head down on his cock until you gag and twitch around him.
When he comes from the shower, Fukuro plops himself down into his chair next to the bed, and Toshi has enough decency to hold still for a moment. But the leader urges him to continue, and within the next few thrusts he’s spilling hot ropes of cum inside you with a soft groan of your name. The older men have always had more patience then the younger ones after all, you know they’ll take their turns later. “Look here, angel,” Korai mumbles, watching you for a moment as the fist around his thick cock tightens. “Gonna swallow all my cum, hm?”
While Wakatoshi gently eases out of you, Tobio’s already taking his spot between your legs, pretty cock still rock hard and drooling precum before he slips it in too. You do your best to take all of Korai when he pushes himself snug between your lips, pumping himself to the pretty, spent sight of you. Their favorite sight. And with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, he soon comes too, spurting his load into your mouth. You swallow all of it, pussy tightening around Tobio when he reaches down to rub your clit to get you off yet again.
Sometimes it really does feel endless. But when Wakatoshi comes back to bed to take a spot next to your head, leaning down to rain kisses on your lips, soft mumbles of how much he loves you, they love you, you think you can be happy with that outcome.
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hi fairy 🥺 spare some kags content pls? maybe some thigh riding? 👉👈i’ll hit myself in the crotch w a weight again i swung my dumbbells up too hard at the gym, that shit hurted before i admit it out loud but kageyama really hits my competency kink different 🥴
of course sweetheart ˉ̞̭(′͈∨‵͈♡)˄̻ ̊ please be careful omg i can’t even imagine,, but you’re out here all strong and all? that’s seriously amazing that couldn’t be me. massive props
tw jealousy, thigh riding, degradation, sir
It never takes much to get him to bend to your will. Whether unknowingly or not, there’s something undeniably easy about setting Kageyama Tobio alight. On normal days, that is. Clearly it is not, because where you’d normally be kneeled between his legs with his cock in your mouth, he’s still wearing his shorts now. Still sweaty from practice, he rests his back against the wall and lifts his thigh enough to have you moaning, the solid muscles being brushed up against your exposed pussy. You have one hand fisted in your skirt as you rock on his thick thigh, the other swung around his wide shoulders.
Tobio grunts when you get a little too comfortable with your sucking on his neck, pulling your head back for him to look down at. “Are you going to apologize or what, slut?” he hisses, eyes on the way your mouth drops open a sliver and you moan.
“Tobio, please touch me,” you whine, trying to reach up so you can press kisses to his lips. But he holds you in place, his free hand holding onto your thigh so tight you’ll definitely bruise. “Aw, ah-hng, come on, please.” The slick of your pussy rubbing rhythmically over his thigh leaving his shorts with a dark patch. And your mouth drops open wider when he holds you down onto him to angle his leg right against your clit. “Fuck, g- okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sir, it won’t happen again.”
“That’s what you said last time. Don’t think you’re getting out of this one so easy.” He lets go of his grip on your hair to squeeze your tits through your flimsy top, then dropping his leg from you. “On the couch, on your hands and knees.” You hurry to follow his order, whimpering when he uses the exposed position to slide two fingers over your leaking pussy, not wasting any time pushing and curling them inside. “Always so fucking naughty when I have to leave. And pressing those pretty tits all up against Ushijima like I wouldn’t notice how much you were begging for it, huh?” He pulls his long fingers out and stuffs them back in rapidly, curling them perfectly into your soft walls to have you whining.
“I wasn’t, I was—mnhm,” you choke when he uses his free hand to push his shorts down his legs and rubs his hard cock between your legs, brushing over your puffy nub just enough to drive you crazy. “I was just hugging him goodbye, Sir, I wasn’t- trying to- be bad.” Tobio only huffs as he slips another finger inside, pushing your upper half to the couch. The change in angle makes you whine, cunny fluttering around the stretch of his fingers. “Please fuck me, Tobio, I want to be filled with your fat cock.”
The chuckle he lets out is enough to have your hairs standing on end, the brutal rhythm of his pumping slowing. He still rubs his cock between your legs, so close yet so far, and you have to bite your lip to hold back a protest at his teasing. “That’s cute,” he tilts your head sideways so he can watch your eyes flutter and mouth drop open at each rub and touch. “You don’t deserve it, though. Try harder. Or else you won’t even be allowed to cum on my fingers either.”
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