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#haikyuu x black reader
bleubrri · 1 year
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۪۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ — ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ
ft daichi / tsukishima / ukai / ushijima
summary: haikyuu boys realising they have a thing
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༄ؘ ˑ SAWAMURA DAICHI — MARKING
running your teeth over the calloused tips of his fingers before taking them into your mouth is something daichi is used to. what he’s not used to is the feeling of your hand replacing the heat of your mouth, pumping him with languid strokes while you sink your teeth into his hip and bite. a strangled sort of noise leaves him, like he can’t decide whether to yelp or moan.
“what are you doing?”
“sorry.” you flash him a sheepish smile and press your lips over the reddened indents of your teeth. something swirls in his gut and daichi can practically feel his pupils dilate at the sight of the shallow imprints of your canines in his skin. claiming.
“no it—” he swallows thickly, broad chest heaving when you squeeze him at the base. your cheek is resting against his thigh, his aching length obscuring his view of your doe-eyed expression. “feels good.” he says, slipping a hand into your hair.
“really?” you look proud, eyes twinkling with delight as you trail your lips across his skin.
“mm, will you do it again, baby?”
this time, you can feel his dick twitching in your grasp when you nip at the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. you’re jerking him with slickened strokes, your other hand caged between the mattress and digging crescents into his ass.
your mouth feels like it’s everywhere, and when he’s coming down from his high, spent and coated in a sheen of sweat, it looks like you have been: the corded muscle of his thighs is tender to the touch and covered in bruises. hues of raspberry and darkened plum sucked into his skin and teeth marks glistening with saliva that he wears like a badge of honor.
༄ؘ ˑ TSUKISHIMA KEI — HAIR PULLING
honestly, he has no idea what he’s doing. he’s never gone down on anyone before, but it’s easier than he thought, and you seem to be enjoying it. he’s hesitant at first, just exploring your folds, running his tongue along every part of you until he finds something that makes your breath hitch. you’re so.. receptive, muffled sounds of pleasure slipping from your lips and guiding him to focus in on what you like.
he makes a very interesting discovery when he curls his tongue inside you and you clench around him, a hand flying into his hair and gripping blonde locks between your fingers. he blinks, does it again, and you sing for him.
“fuck, tsukki, right there—” your nails are grazing his scalp as you tug him closer and he shivers, grips your hips and lets himself be shoved further into your cunt. his spine is tingling, nose pressed into your clit as he buries himself in your pussy and maps out your insides until your soaked walls are moulded to the shape of his tongue. he’s groaning into your heat when the flavour of you bursts across his tongue, lapping at your release and urging you to tug.
he mumbles something that gets lost in the lewd slurping between your legs, and when your hand slips away and you start to wriggle from his grasp, he snaps his head up and yanks your wrist back into his hair.
“harder.” he repeats it with so much fervour that all you can do is blink, slowly nodding in a lustful haze and guiding his mouth back to the apex of your thighs.
༄ؘ ˑ UKAI KEISHIN — BREEDING
the room is starting to get so hot that it’s making you lightheaded. ukai is hovering over you, pushing your knees further into your chest with each thrust as you desperately cling to his shoulders. the sticky tip of his cock hitting your g-spot has your nails reflexively dragging along the taut muscle of his back at a pressure that you both know will bloom angry red columns of scratches against his tan skin.
his cum has started to drip down the seam of your ass, sticky ropes of it beginning to coat his balls that press against you when he buries himself to the hilt and rolls his hips. it has your toes curling, your eyes hazy and pussy pulsing so hard you ache.
“‘m full keishi—hah!” you actually jolt beneath him when he presses a calloused thumb into the slick mess of your clit.
“one more.” he offers, “just one more, angel.” and it doesn’t take long either—all ukai has to do is picture you swollen with his seed, full tits and glowing features, and he’s releasing another load into your spent pussy with a drawn out string of expletives.
you’re reaching for him, navigating every hot curl of his tongue in a sloppy connection of your mouths while keishins hips fuck his cum back into you. he can feel your blissful smile against his lips, “that all ya wanted? hm? wanted me to fuck a baby into ya, sweetheart?”
༄ؘ ˑ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — LINGERIE
if he’s being completely honest he rarely pays attention to what you’re wearing before he fucks you—it’s coming off soon, so why think too hard about it? plus, he prefers you bare anyway.
but this, oh he likes this. and you can tell. you watch his adams apple bob when he swallows from his place seated on the edge of the mattress as you step out of the bathroom with a shy smile. you pad into the room, give him a little twirl as you present yourself to him. wakatoshi has to release the sheets clenched between his fists and remember to breathe.
“it’s cute, don’cha think?” you’re glimpsing at yourself in the mirror, adjusting a strap here, plucking at the fabric that sticks to you like second skin. he hums, feeling foolish for envying strips of lace and cotton.
wakatoshi reaches for your hip when you’re in his reach, pulls you to stand between his legs only for you to crawl into his lap. he can feel the heat of you, and if you notice the hardness between his legs you don’t comment on it. you’re nosing at his jaw, and he feels a groan bubbling at the back of his throat when you press your chest to his. nimble fingers tugging at the clasp between your shoulder blades pulls his focus from dragging his lips along the dips of your collarbone. when a large hand closes over yours and guides it away from your back, you fix him with a questioning look.
wakatoshi looks up at you through unfairly thick lashes, his mouth at your sternum pushing fire into your chest.
“keep it on, hm?”
☆ — reblogs / comments are super appreciated<3
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merakidoll · 10 months
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sundress season!
he was oddly intrigued by the way your ass was bouncing so much in the long bodycon dress. he decided to walk behind you to the basketball court where everyone waited for the two of you guys arrival. “damn mama i’m making that shit fat” he chucked placing a hard slap onto your ass immediately pausing in his steps when there was no extra fabric - other than the dress, stoping you from feeling it.
“damn, stop that hurt!” you pushed him rubbing your butt then going back to walking, stopping when you didn’t hear any footsteps behind you. turning he stood with a mug, eying you with hard eyes, and a stern look. “what?” you questioned giggling in your head because your plan was working perfectly. “you ain’t got no panties on?” “well .. no?”
“that’s a good girl” you now knew you had completely fucked up. your man quickly dragged you into an alley way, his hands held yours against the wall and above you- his cock being stuffed deep into your throat. gags, spit, and cum came from your full mouth, your throat contacted gargling saliva on his tip, tongue licking the base of his large dick in confidence that he wasn’t completely bitching you out.
“l-lost your fuckin mind ma’ma, mmm good slut. choke on my shit” putting both of your hands in one of his, he caressed your cheeks throwing his head back and shooting his cum deep into you making your swallow as soon as it shot out.
after that day you never thought to pull a stunt like that again, who am i kidding. yes you did.
onyankopon, aran, connie, eren
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lumiinix · 1 year
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After you two got married, he developed this habit where he will zone out and will call your name with his last name in a lovesick manner. And it will happen randomly too, like he could be out with his friends and then he will suddenly zoned out, completely ignoring anything his friends just said your name with his last name like a lovesick man. His friends are honestly tired of him acting like this like bro, we’re still single here???
“Omg Y/N he’s doing this shit again. Please for the love of god tell him to stop.” One of his friend called you, about to lose his god damn mind when he saw your husband doing it again in the middle of a fucking bar.
-ATSUMU, HINATA, Bokuto, Oikawa, Kuroo, Romero.
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rissouu · 4 months
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TYPES OF NAILS THEY LIKE ON YOU!
you let them pick your nails (mixed).
SUNA likes duck nails
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EREN likes square nails (begs u to get ur toes did too)
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ONYANKOPON likes sharp duck nails
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CONNIE likes long dramatic nails
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CHOSO just likes feet (but he’ll pick ur nails too if he feels like it)
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©rissouu 2024 (part 2?? lmk and ill do it!)
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sanjisblackasswife · 7 months
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i seen a post that said:
You women shouldn’t ever experience a man talking you through it because yall will end up in love, not high school love but bat shit crazy in love w that man and he was meant to just be a sneaky link.
And let me just say —
The Men That Talk You Through It Even if They’re Your Sneaky Links:
Sanji, Nanami, Bokuto, Kuroo, Tengen, Shanks, Ben Beckman, Rayleigh, Killer, Fatgum, Gojo, Rengoku, Ace, Luffy, Zoro, Jean, Connie: They meant it. They know the consequence of talking you through it, hell they even do amazing aftercare. They can’t help their feelings for you EVEN THOUGH you both swear it’s just about sex. “That’s it baby.” “Just like that, mama.” “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” “I know, baby i know, look at me, princess.” “Good fucking girl, one more for me?”. Maybe with enough talk he’ll convince you to stay the night and be more than just an occasional hook up and an empty bed space when he wakes up.
Kageyama, Suna, Toji, Geto, Roger, Benimaru, Aizawa, Law, Kid, Sanemi, Giyuu, Levi, Eren, Reiner, Atsumu: They do it, but curse the fact that they did. It’s not that they don’t want to, but they refuse to allow feelings get in between what you both strictly agreed on. Yes. To some it’s just talking you through it, but sometimes, when he puts you on your back, finally coming to that 3rd orgasm, you have this dazed look in your eye, your tired and full of bliss he almost says the big three words. Dammit. He can’t deny himself to just speak and praise you as he cleans you up with his tounge. “You and i taste so good together.” “Fuck, the way you look at me is too good.” “That’s it, good girl just ride my fingers.” “C’mere.” Some nights he wants to get up and leave while you’re sleep in his arms, but his body just won’t let him. He loves your embrace in the morning.
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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men that make you cry during sex. Sure, they’ll feel bad about it also turns them on. The type of man that loves laying you on your back, folding your legs up and fucking you into total submission. The type that likes to feed you deep strokes..curled up into a mating press with his entire body burrowed over you. His favorite position, all because he gets the honor of staring at your pretty face while he’s in it. It’s not one he takes lightly because he knew how many men wanted you; that his girl turned heads everywhere you went but he was the only one to have you coming all over his dick. Making a mess of that sloppy cunt and sloshing around his own nut that he’s nestled into you prior. Making you experience one powerful orgasm right after the next with no end in sight..yes, he knows he’s killing your shit, that much is apparent by the various marks you’ve left on his back and arms, clawing them up with the constant pressure of his tip prodding your spot. “G’ahh—baby, yes. You’re so close. So fucking tight..” grunting aggressively against your lips with your foreheads pressed together; sweat beaded and trickling down his face. It’s when he relentlessly pounds you, bringing you to another climax that you instantly come undone and start trembling immensely. Your choked out screams trapped in the back of your throat, eyes trailing back before you emit a loud cry and the tears to follow. You find yourself gasping for breath, holding onto his burly arms for some semblance of stability as you try to ride out that orgasm. “FUCK! Oh my god…” It takes him a minute to realize that you’re in full blown hysterics, sobbing from the intensity. It’s all but expected when he’s coaxed out another stream of squirt to add to the several other ones soaking the sheets. “It’s okay, baby. You’re alright, you’re alright. Just breathe with me.” As hard as he’s trying to console you, he can’t help but be aroused by the tear stained state of your pretty face. He tries calming you down but to no avail. And honestly, the way you’re clamping his cock because of it..he doesn’t really want it to stop. Your eyes shut for a split second and a smile crept across his face in satisfaction of what he’s caused. Making love to you so good that you cry? Oh, he can’t get enough of that. Hell, you might even have awoken some sadistic trait inside of him. A little sick and fucked up, he knows it. Because in any other capacity, he wouldn’t be able to stomach the thought of you in shambles like this. But damn, does the sight of you slapping at his abs, saying “daddy..I can’t take it. I’m coming so hard..” Make him want to put a baby in you at that very moment. Even finds himself twitching inside of that warmth when you begin to sniffle and apologize for breaking into a sob. “I’m so sorry..” Before you open your eyes, he has to contain his enthusiasm and the fact that he wants to make it happen again. So he just swaddles you in his grasp, swipes a thumb across your cheek and kisses your temple as he chuckles.
“It’s okay, baby. You can let it all out..let it all go for me. You look so pretty when you do.”
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REINER, geto, chrollo, gojo, NANAMI, armin, onyakonpon, rengoku, portgas d. ace, erwin, jean, sanji, giyuu, levi, aran, bokuto + anyone else you’d like to add
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nysrage · 8 months
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Options, Aran Ojiro.
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you weren’t used to dealing with someone one who had as many options as you, especially not with anyone you dealt with behind closed doors. pnd inspired lol.
cw: smut, sneaky linksss, texts, jealousy, cursing, arguing, pet names (baby, ma, pa, daddy), dirty talk, missionary (aran loves to look at your pretty face).
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it’s homecoming week at your university, the streets and sidewalks of campus are filled with more than the normal amount of students. house parties being planned around every corner, and food trucks and goody stands wherever you turn. it was a weekend to be alive but for you it turned out to be a weekend full of surprises. the night was still young while you put on the final touches of accessories to pull your outfit together. snapping a couple mirror pics away as you waited for your friends to finish their pregame rituals. “one more shot then we gotta go!” your best friend gizelle giggled, alcohol already coursing through her system and you haven’t even left for the party yet.
you laughed to yourself, continuing to scroll through your phone and weeding out the pictures you didn’t like until a text from a certain someone came across your screen. a smile curving into your lips as you read over the message.
‘can’t wait to see you, ain seen yo fine ass all day.’
“c’mon y/n! take a shot with me!” sending a quick reply you stood, waving your hands in refusal, a flustered smile on your face. “you know i can’t hold liquor.” gizelle smacked her lips, grabbing and pulling you towards the island. “bitch it’s homecoming! throw it back.” placing a shot glass with a slice lime on its rim in your hand. filled with nothing but her fav alcohol, don julio. you timidly lift the glass to your lips. gizelle playfully rolling her eyes and pushing the cup to your lips for you to down, watching your face scrunch in disgust with a giggle. “now we’re ready t’go.”
soon as the door opened the smells of alcohol, weed, and other substances filled your nose. clouded over ceilings and music thumping from the speakers while you and your girls weaved through the crowd straight towards the kitchen. where different bowls of punch made by the greeks were lined up on the table, “so what y’all feeling? i’m leaning towards oil, centaur piss or tiddy milk.” your friend gizelle grabbed a couple cups, you laughed reading over the labels. “greeks always come up with the freakiest shit for drinks.”
you settled for the tiddy milk, joining your friends who were drunkenly rapping and dancing to the music. sipping on the pina colada flavor drink as you glanced over the crowded room. eyes being met with low ones that were already on you. chilling against the wall in rotation, black fit contrasting nice against his deep caramel skin. your mystery boo, aran ojiro. he gives you a smirk and a acknowledging wink, leaving you flustered with a small smile. trying your best to focus on your friends but you kept looking back over your shoulder, body feigning to be by his side. the only thing grabbing your attention is your phone flashing and buzzing in your hand with a thread of texts.
‘you look so good’
‘can’t wait to have yo sexy ass to myself tn.’
‘pretty ass’
‘you givin’ me them looks, must be ready to go’
you give him a glance, aran practically eye fucking you from across the room as he took a long pull of the blunt. you throw him a small innocent nod, your friends picking up on the signs and having a silent conversation between themselves. exchanging looks of ‘she finna leave us for some dick’ and longs sips of their drinks in agreement ‘mhmm’. gizelle finally speaking up with quick bump to the side. “leaving soon?” you suck your teeth and roll your eye’s playfully, ignoring your friends teasing to focus on your boo. aran texting you a quick ‘bet’ pushing himself off the wall and getting ready to make his exit until a girl walked up on him, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer with a smile as she spoke with him.
your eyebrow raised with a scoff, eyeing the interaction from across the room. blood beginning to boil at how long the two have been talking. “ain’t nobody worth leavin’ for.” you say to your friend, turning your back on aran, setting your phone on do not disturb and focusing on the group of girl for the rest of the night. trying your best to not let someone you weren’t even exclusively dating get to you, but your friends definitely noticed the slight shift. “you good girl?”
you nodded, deciding to call it a night. you weren’t one to dampen the mood and mope around your friends. “m’ just tired, been out all day..” gizelle nodded, not asking anymore questions and dropping you off to your dorm, ready to listen whenever your ready to share. the drive back was quiet but comfortable, soft music playing through the speakers. you just staring out at the road post in your thoughts. you didn’t understand what was going on with you. yeah you liked aran, but the traits and behaviors you were throwing you off. some were good and some were bad, like jealousy.
an emotion you never really displayed until now, not even with previous flings or boyfriends. you never really had to compete for anyone’s attention, so where you found yourself now was was new.. and embarrassing. “see you tomorrow luv.” you blew her a kiss, grabbing your things and hopping out the car. walking toward the complex entrance, you found aran waiting for you. ignoring him you walked straight to the door, searching in your purse for your keys. “wassup, so you ignoring me now?” you shook your head, back still turned to him as you placed your id on the reader, unlocking the door. “didn’t think you cared whether i ignored you or not..
“you seemed to have a good convo with ole girl at the party..”
“so you gone be like this over a girl talkin’ to me?” aran raised a brow in confusion, turning you around to face him. you gave him little time though, pulling out your phone and texting your friends you made it home. “aran i’m wayyy too drunk for this conversation right now.” but you were interrupted by him snatching your phone out of your hand.
“man look..” he sighed, placing your phone in his pocket. “m’ not about to do this childish bullshit with you, so what’s up with you.” you shrugged your shoulders, finally facing him with a facade of no emotion. “it doesn’t matter, aran. none of this shit matters.” aran’s face flashing with confusion, taken back by your response. “you could wake up one morning deciding to ghost me for that girl who was feeling all up on you tonight, or any of the options in yo roster and it wouldn’t be shit i could do about it. so why would you care if i’m mad huh?!”
“so you wanna pull that card? you know i ain’t even on that timing.” aran sucked his teeth, jaw clenching with agitation. “everytime i show you any type of progress to something more YOU RUN. that shit confusing!” you close your arms around yourself, embarrassed that he truly paid attention to you and your actions. “whatever aran, can i just get my phone.” he scoffed, running his tatted hand down his face with a sarcastic laugh leaving his lips. “now it’s whatever, shit don’t feel good do it?”
“you the first girl in a while that i felt was fucking with me for me and not some basketball wife fantasy.” aran breathed out, pausing for a second before going on. “you ain’t gotta fight for no spot that already reserved for you ma.” head falling down in defeated with his hands in his pockets.
“but you think i’m privileged or this lil boy who playing games..”
“i don’t think your either aran..” you slowly approached him, engulfing him in a tight hug. aran nuzzled into your neck, hands wrapped tight around your waist as he melted into the sweet smell of your perfume. nothing no longer exchanged because everything had already be said with those few words. aran pulled back, looking into your eyes before closing your lips in a deep, heated kiss. eyes darting all over his face once he pulled back, “still staying with me tonight? so i can hold and kiss on you.”
“hm i don’t know.” hiding your smirk in his neck, trying to continue your pouty attitude, aran smacked his teeth rubbing his hands all over your curves. squeezing on the soft flesh of your ass. “c’mon mama, come home with me.” you sighed, giving him a soft smile. mind set on giving him a hard time the rest of the night as he tries to make it up to you but not even five minutes passed in his room before you were puddy in his arms.
your anklets dangling next your ear while aran folded you up in his bed, ready to split you open. your whines sounding off the walls as his heavy dick slapped down on your throbbing clit. “looka that wet ass pussy..” running it through your slit and teasing your entrance with his tip before sinking into you deep, eyes rolling back with a moan as he caressed your sweet spot within. aran watching the white ring form around the base from how eagerly you sucked him in. keeping that steady pace that had you leaking for him, your hand pushing at his pelvis to keep him from going too deep, only for him to remove it and place it on your lower belly. pushing it down for you to feel him fucking you in ways you’ve never felt before. “feel me huh? m’ all yours mama, this yo dick.”
“ain’t no reason to trip”
your back arching into his at the deep slow pace he maintained, making sure you feel every single inch he gave you. stretching and filling you full while his thumb circled your clit and setting the fire in the pit of your stomach ablaze, legs shaking in his hold. “o-ohhh my g-goddd, paaa.” his eyes flickering from your pooling mess to your glazed over eyes, moaning at how you clenched down on him. “i know baby, i know..”
oncoming orgasm swelling your walls and trying to push him out. “open up for daddy.” slowly hardening his thrust, hips slamming against your pelvis with precision. moans catching in your throat as aran watches your pretty brown breast bounce in his hold, nipples hard and erect from the cool air against your scorching skin. aran wrapping a strong hand around your neck leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and swallowing every moan you let out for him. aran pulled back with a smirk, lips red and wet from the kiss. “you still mad at me..?” you came hard, creamy arousal coating his dick and pelvis. aran slowly stroking you through your orgasm with a smile.
“nah, you ain’t mad..”
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soulaanshere · 2 months
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NSFW below 🩷
“Pretty ass pussy, she’s so nasty” and you couldn’t do anything but squirm from embarrassment. Only slaps and your loud moans (and your nasty ass cunt) could be heard throughout the room. Red lights washed over everything as he held you in place because you kept moving. I mean who wouldn’t? His dick reaching places you can’t even begin to fathom, the several toe curling orgasms he gave you and will give you, it’s just all too much. You twitch and move away from his dick as your nth orgasm of the night crashes into you. “Don’t fucking move.”
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hyeque · 2 years
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strawberry shortcake [tsukishima kei][nsfw]
synopsis: you let kei act out his wildest fantasies for his birthday
warnings: manhandling, cunninglius, food play, breast worship, kei being a dick (wow), mild hair pulling, choking
notes: this isn't as long due to time constraints (update: i lied, at the time i wrote this it wasn't but now it is), but it would be illegal for me not to write anything for my tsukkipoo's bday, so happy bday to one of like 4 of my main 2D husbands 🫶🏾💗 honestly i don’t know what this is
word count: 3.6kei
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tsukishima never really considered his birthday to be a big deal, but when adding you to the equation, the man definitely can't lie and say he doesn't look forward to the occasion now.
from the minute it was midnight, you had made it everyone's—including kei's—personal problem that it was his birthday. with the way you got ecstatic about it, it's hard to be convinced that it's not your birthday.
tsukishima never bothered with asking you about plans, because every time he does, you never say. no matter how hard he pries or tries to bait you, you don't give in. it's irritating but admirable, he must admit.
so as he heads home that day from work (because adult mundane things don't stop for your birthday, of course) he's not sure what to expect. he had gotten a ton of messages from his team group insinuating you'll give him the best birthday sex ever, but he never really is one to entertain locker room talk persay. and even more truthfully, all of his lewd thoughts about you should only be reserved for him and him only.
he doesn't hear or see you when coming into your shared apartment. after calling out for you, he only hears small giggles from your shared bedroom and makes his way there.
to say he is pleasantly surprised is an understatement. throughout all the birthday messages and well wishes he'd gotten earlier today, he couldn't stop focusing on the meaning of your words from before he left that morning. a, "i look forward to seeing you later" and that was it. he will admit he was a bit grumpy you hadn't texted him throughout his day.
but he forgets all of that and nearly drops his work phone out of his hands when seeing the sight in front of him.
"happy birthday, kei."
you sit on the bed, naked and with nothing but two wrapped presents on your lap. a red ribbon adorns your neck, implying you're also a gift. on a tray only about a foot away from you is strawberry shortcake made just for him, along with his favorite meal (not you, specifically actual food—sorry to disappoint the audience).
if he were a horny and uncontrollable animal like his teammates, he'd send a picture of you joking about how right they all were, but he doesn't feel like it. he knows the scratch marks you'll put on his back will make up for everything he doesn't say to his team now.
it's silent as he stares at you and you start to feel small under his gaze. and unfortunately...he's not your normal everyday boyfriend. he's prickly and sometimes he shouldn't say things he doesn't mean, but he can't help himself sometimes. he doesn't always like to grant you the reactions you're hoping for immediately. sometimes he does things just to rile you up.
"you really think that just having sex with you would suffice as a good birthday present?" he asks, pushing his frames up his face. he moves so he's sitting on the bed in front of you, calculating eyes not letting you see more of his emotions than he wants.
you frown, rolling your eyes. not a hi, not a hello. nothing. "and you're saying it won't?"
kei knows his sharp tongue can easily get him in more trouble, and believe me, reader, when i say the last thing he wants to do—especially in this moment—is make you upset.
you slam down both presents in front of him, distracting him from his thoughts. "in case your thick head didn't know, i still got you an actual present."
once examining the gift you got him, his eyes soften as it was something he briefly mentioned once awhile ago. he didn't even think you remembered. the second gift was a framed photo of the two of you from your first ever date. you both were a little bit more shy and awkward then, but the memories it holds outweighed any of that.
he becomes quiet, feeling the heat from his face become scorching hot before he looks down at you with soft eyes now.
"thank you. i really appreciate it." he squeezes your hand three times before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss to your lips. your anger from earlier slightly subsides but you still feel slightly embarrassed and move to get up and change into clothes.
kei blocks you, a smirk creeps to his face. "but...i really appreciate you more..." he yanks you by the leg, pulling your body towards the edge of the bed.
"w-what are you doing?" you squeal, looking up at him with widened eyes.
"having dessert." he answers, his eyes focused on your glistening folds. his mouth is drooling at this point.
you try to speak but nothing but sputters come out of your mouth. "h-hey mister, your dessert is over—" you're cut off by a surprise moan escaping you as kei wraps his mouth over your lower region, all thoughts of a smart reply gone from your mind.
"one—it's sir to you, and two—for the record, you taste better than any strawberry shortcake, shortcake." he grins, moving to lap at your cunt again.
your mouth drops open into a gasp, and you move your hips back against his face shamelessly. "y-you said you didn't want sex as a present."
he tsks, rolling his eyes. "i didn't say that. i simply asked you a question earlier. which then, if you were my only gift"—he smacks the fat of your ass playfully, making you yelp—"i'd be stupid not to be grateful."
'damn right', you want to say, but settle on, "y-you're so...irritating..." you huff, fingers digging into the bedsheets as he laves over your insides like a starved man.
"hey—you're supposed to be nice to me, it's my birthday." he taunts, smirk gracing his (annoyingly) handsome face.
"i'll be nice to you alright—" you whine once the feeling of his fingers come into play, "god—you—" your words become choked up as two thick digits move inside of you.
"kei is just fine," he smiles, ravishing in the squelching mess that is your cunt. the sounds and smell of you are driving him absolutely insane, but he doesn't want you to know that just yet.
your legs are trembling and you both hate and love how easy it is for him to get you like this. your skin is covered with a thin layer of sweat and you whimper, looking up at your boyfriend in awe. he's removed his glasses and his hair is disheveled from a long day at work. you didn't know it was possible for someone to be this hot while eating you out.
and so it doesn't take long before your release approaches and you're shudder with euphoria as you decline from your high.
"good girl," he hums, pleased with you cumming all over his face.
tsukishima's large hands toy with the ribbon around your neck. you recognize the calculating look in his eyes and shiver, wondering what he's thinking.
"since you're my present, i get to do whatever i want with you, right?" he asks, his golden brown eyes meeting yours.
"y-yes..." you stutter, hands resting uncertainly on his broad shoulders. he senses your nervousness and only leans down to kiss you. you sigh, leaning into him, body practically straddling him. you grind up against his thigh, your cunt rubbing deliciously over the hard muscle.
"dirty girl..." he grunts, shoving his thigh further against you. he knows you must be soaking wet down there. he'll worry about his pants and dry cleaning later.
"kei..." you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder. your hands pull at his sweater, "off, take this off."
"didn't know you were in position to make such demands..." he tsks, leaning back to take off the sweater. you never get tired of seeing him. of how lean and toned he is. his porcelain skin is going be tainted by the time you're done with him tonight.
moving over tsukishima wordlessly, you kiss down his jaw and neck, nipping and biting playfully at the skin. you run your hands over his chest and stomach, admiring the refined muscle and how it ripples under your touch. soft moans leave him and his skin flushes a rose pink. he tugs you off, laying you back on the sheets.
his eyes move and land on the strawberry shortcake and he—much to your dismay—grabs a glob with his bare hand. before you can complain about your ruined masterpiece, he looks to you with a glint in his eyes.
"i knew this cake was missing something..." he murmurs as he smears the food onto your breasts and stomach, "one ingredient that's rare, and only available to one person."
you feel your face burn as he looks at you mischievously.
pinching your cheek with his clean hand he coos, "i'm so lucky i don't have to share that ingredient with anyone else, aren't i?"
"i'm going to be all sticky after this," you whine, grimacing from the thought.
"sure, but it won't be from the cake." kei quips, making you slap his chest.
the hand you use to hit him is easily pinned to the bed. he laves his mouth along your neck, sucking up the cake into his mouth. you gasp quietly, feeling his teeth nip playfully at your skin every now and then.
"fuck, kei..." you whimper.
"i think this is a much more efficient way to eat, don't you agree?" he hums mouth moving down to your collarbone. the marks left behind from his handiwork please him but make him all the more greedy at the same time. "every part of your body is sweet just like this cake."
you whimper, arching your back up into him as the tender skin of your breasts is sucked on, his mouth not hesitating to leave bruises in his path. with the way he kisses and licks your skin, you truly feel worshipped. especially when he makes it his agenda to kiss every square inch of you. he ends his ministrations with kisses on your cunt, causing you to jerk from sensitivity of cumming earlier.
"don't think i can go back to eating strawberry shortcake normally after that." he admits and you laugh before sitting up.
you crawl to the tent in his pants, hands moving to undo his belt but hear a sound of displeasure.
"no time." he swat your hand away from his crotch. you pout until he pulls himself out from his confines, his cock slapping his stomach as he steps out of his pants and boxers.
he's leaking an evident amount of pre and you wonder what universe you had to be put in to not be able to suck him off in this moment.
he kneels between your body, stroking himself but making no urgent move to line up with your hole. he seems to enjoy your squirming and smirks at the look of frustration on your face.
"you look hot when you're desperate like this." he says, gripping himself just a little tighter at how vulnerable you look before him.
your body jerks when you feel the head of his cock brush against your cunt. the feeling dissolves but then he repeats the same motion again.
"kei i swear if you don't put it in—"
"then what?" he challenges, only running his tip over your folds once more.
"is it really a crime to want to see you cry for my cock?" he asks, slapping his shaft against you. "it's my birthday so you have to do as i say now. so tell me how much you want it."
when he's met with silence, he raises a brow, wondering why you aren't speaking. "did you not hear me? or are you already too dumb to speak? i haven't even fucked you yet."
his large hand slides up to the column of your throat and a gasp of surprise leaves you. "you're acting kind of bratty right now, and i don't like it. i don't even think you deserve my cock."
you protest, "wait! please! i—"
he taps his chin, "but that's a problem for both of us, isn't it?" he grunts, probing his tip at your entrance, pressing the tip in, but not moving any further. one move and you could have him inside of you easily, but you don't dare defy him. he'll just get more upset.
he continues, "because you won't believe how badly i want to be buried in this tight cunt. but i could just fuck my fist or your mouth and call it a day—"
"n-no! i don't want that!" you blurt.
he grabs your jaw, a stern look on his face. "this isn't about what you want, baby. it's about listening and behaving to what i want. now what do you say?"
your head bows and shame swallows you whole. "please, sir. please fuck me like you mean it."
the look on kei's face suggests that he isn't exactly pleased, and the click of his tongue confirms. "i think you can beg better than that, shortcake. you've cried harder over cuddling* than getting fucked."
"that's not—" you bite your lip when his glare falls on you, "sir please! i promise i'll be good! i'll do everything you say, i swear!"
call him a sadist but it isn't until he sees tears brimming your eyes does he fully sheath himself into. the motion makes you gasp, and your voice is suddenly lost due to the feeling of him.
"see, now this, is a birthday gift." he says, breathing shaking as your insides envelope him. you always invite him in so easily, that's how he knows his cock is made for you, and your cunt is made for him.
"k-kei..." you stutter, the fullness making your senses heightened.
"always feel like i'm celebrating something when i'm in you." he huffs, his face flush as he squeezes his eyes shut. "god, you always feel too good..."
the slow clap of his hefty balls against your ass begins to fill the room. he thinks you look pretty with the look of ecstasy on your face right now as his cock hits all of the parts of you that make your toes curl.
"creaming all over my cock like this, you might be the best present i've ever had." he grunts, moving his hand to play with your clit. "so pretty like this..."
and just like he knows, your nails dig into his back, gently but thoroughly scraping at his skin as he pounds into you. it takes everything in him to not cum right there and then. you find yourself babbling his name, chanting it and telling him how good he feels.
his mouth is moving over all parts of you to taste and lick the cake he missed from before. he groans something about you tasting sweeter today especially.
you don't get a chance to warn kei about your creeping orgasm, and just lock your legs around him as it all comes crashing down over you. he groans, nearly losing his composure as your cunt milks him. he swears before pulling out of you, flipping the two of you so that your body is on top of him.
"be a good present and ride me." he says, smacking your ass.
you waste no time and scramble to adjust yourself. your legs are still trembling when you sink back down on him but you can careless. you both groan, stilling for a moment, as you stare at each other. he laces his hand with yours and squeezes it again.
once accommodating the full and new feeling from the angle you're at, you slowly move on him.
"oh fuck." he hisses, head falling back against the pillows. you place your hands on his thighs before leaning back and bouncing yourself. his hands move over you, whispering words of affection and marveling you in his own quiet and loving way.
"god look at you," kei breathes, staring up at you like you're an angel descended from heaven. his mouth falls open slightly and soft moans escape as he watches you.
"always look so fucking beautiful when you ride me like this." he continues, conflicted on if he should lay back and view you or shove his face between his (yes, his because everything about you is his) tits.
as infuriating kei tsukishima can be, there's never a time that he doesn't make you feel so loved, and full of worth and praise. albeit these moments are shared more privately, but you won't trade the image of his half lidded eyes, flush face, and lovesick expression for anything else.
he decides to lay back and is pleasantly surprised when you lean over him anyways, offering the best view of your tits in his face. his large hands move to knead and play with them, then making you shudder and cry out of pleasure when he sucks on them.
"k-kei..." you breathe, voice caught in your throat as you grind down on him, flipping between that and bouncing on his cock. it's almost like your body is possessed in a way. he knows and you know just how cock hungry this man can make you and how your mind resorts to mush.
kei would get on his knees and thank the gods right now if he could just from seeing the sight of you so focused to getting yourself and him off with his dick. and he doesn't want to have it any other kind of way. there's a strange satisfying feeling to being used and he's not opposed to it.
"does it feel good, baby? does my cock make you feel this good? tell me." he ghosts his hands over your hips and groans, watching the sinful way that they move.
"f-fuck, feels so good, kei! i love sitting on your cock!" you whine, tears brimming your eyes. tsukishima feels himself throb in you before moaning again, not caring how desperate he sounds.
"yes, keep fucking me like this, don't stop." he gasps, trying his best to keep his hands from grabbing your hips and fucking up into you how he likes.
he can feel his resolve crumble as he approaches his high. "you're going to let me cum inside you, yeah? like the dirty girl that you are?" he smacks your ass, making you clench sinfully and deliciously on him.
you nod rapidly, nails digging into his ravished porcelain skin. "fuck yes, kei, i want all of it. cum inside of me, please!"
he grins, your whining riling him up as he pounds into you harder. he flips you over again and your legs are thrown over his shoulder and your body pinned down on the bed. everything is so loud and messy, but he's too hyper focused on filling you up to care.
"shit, fuck, i'm gonna cum. i'm going to fill you up so fucking full." he yanks you by your hair and kisses all down your neck. by his erratic breathing you know he's at his peak.
"kei, i'm—!" you gasp, your third orgasm seizing you as your cunt clamps down on him.
"ha—" he chokes, hips stilling and back shuddering as the dam inside of him breaks. the most lewd groan escapes him and you clench harder when feeling the warm of his cum spill into you. the throbbing from him evident as his balls fully empty themselves into you.
barely catching your breath, you reach up and kiss him. his mouth tastes like the cake you made him and you feel your face burn as you taste a hint of yourself as well.
your start to move yourself off of him and he grunts out of displeasure.
"not yet. just want to be in you for a bit longer." he says, hands gripping your hips tightly.
"okay." you respond, leaning down to kiss his face, neck, and collarbone. he shivers at your touch and you feel his cock twitch inside of you once more.
"you're going to start something you can't finish." he complains, pinching your side to get you to stop.
you laugh, hiding your face in his necks. "whatever you say. so...how was your birthday present?"
"i loved it. i'm going to put the photo on my desk at work." he answers, smirking as you bite his ear in warning.
"not that present, dummy." you sit up before gesturing to the bow around your neck.
tsukishima hums, his hand resting on your neck before looking at you.
"absolutely irreplaceable. i couldn't have asked for anything better, and i'm feeling incredibly lucky.
"well i'm glad, birthday boy," your eyes fall back on the food. "are you hungry? do you want more cake?"
"no...but speaking of cake, i just realized something." tsukishima says, playing with your fingers.
you tilt your head. "what?"
"your pussy always tastes the sweetest when i'm dripping out of it." he smiles.
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⤷‧₊˚ ʚ₊˚‧ ✿ ꒱ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 / the story of how the ushijima's rekindled an old flame that kick-started their love story.
┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, her/she pronouns, black reader (with descriptors), influencer!reader, profanity, alcohol usage, intoxication (both reader and ushijima), flashback in italics, mentions of making out, mentions of fingering, tendou makes an appearance, i just around using ushijima & wakatoshi a lot, it's late but we here, mdni
╰┈➤ song for this part: we might even be falling in love (interlude) by victoria monet
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Wakatoshi’s fingers lingered on your lower back as the crowd cheered for the excitement of the wedding that was just a couple of days away. His lips grazed upon the shell of your ear at the flash of the photographer’s camera. This felt so unreal, you were about to get married in a couple of days to the love of your life. You felt this feeling of warmth rush over your body with each second of Wakatoshi’s fingertips tracing alongside the lining of your dress. 
“Who would have thought?” His words whisper in your ears with a grin. “Wouldn’t think I would be about to marry the cute girl who I help carry coffee to her internship building.” 
You bite back a smile before you turn to wrap your arms around his neck. Your high heels give you enough height so you won’t have to stand on your tippy toes. The diamond ring on your finger twinkles under the restaurant light before you place a quick peck on his lip.
“Yeah, just some years ago we rekindled in Paris,” You said.
His lips were against your ear once more, “Ah, I remember Paris like it was yesterday. But I could have sworn you told me, what happened in Paris stays-“
His words and your pending embarrassment of remembering the events in Paris made your cheeks heat up. Your eyes trail to your fiancé while he’s getting dragged by his teammates away from you. His chestnut-colored eyes never leave you while a foolish grin spreads on his face before he disappears into the celebratory dinner crowd. Even if he was swallowed up by a sea of people, you still could see him in the crowd with a huge grin as he gloated about being a married man in a couple of days.
Paris. 
What a memory that was.
Your first fashion week as an influencer and blogger had just wrapped up leaving you to explore Paris. You wanted to celebrate the huge opportunities that were graced upon you. Landing a brand deal with a well-known and successful black luxury brand was something huge for you. It felt like a dream if you were going to be honest with yourself. So, you had to celebrate until your last day in Paris. You shopped a lot. Went out clubbing with some other influencers that were here also. Now you stand outside this chocolate shop gazing at the huge chocolate fountain that was in front of the display window that looks like it’s been cleaned countless times during the day.
You went to snap a picture of it for your social media accounts, but a figure inside the store caught your attention. His large frame was hunched over the counter as he was talking to another man with a red buzz-cut hairstyle. Even though the sign on the door was turned to closed, he was inside as if he had special privileges. He wore some light khaki-colored slacks, a black polo that was tucked in and secured with a belt, a beige wool overcoat, and a pair of white Alexander McQueen shoes. His dark olive-brown hair wasn’t messy in the sense that it looked like he just rolled out of bed, but more of him constantly running his fingers through it. He looked familiar. 
When the red-haired guy noticed you staring, you immediately fled. Although, the aesthetically pleasing chocolate fountain would be wonderful for your Paris photo dump for your socials—nothing is more embarrassing than being caught staring at a possible stranger through a window like a creep. You thought you were walking fast enough to put distance between yourself and the shop, but when you felt someone grab a hold of your elbow—the feeling of despair engulfed you so quickly. Until you saw who grabbed you. 
The man who you were staring at. That sense of familiarity wasn’t nothing because you knew him. 
Ushijima Wakatoshi. 
“I knew you looked familiar.” Your voice came out like a whisper as if you didn’t believe he was standing in front of you.
It’s been years since the last time you saw him. You remembered how kind he was when you two first met. Helping you carry baked goods and coffee orders in your internship building. Then two weeks later from that interaction, you saw him again at a farmer’s market in California. Then after that, the next time you saw him was when he was a part of Japan’s volleyball Olympics team. You didn’t want to admit that you thought about him a lot. Who wouldn’t? He was an attractive and genuine guy. The volleyball part was just an extra point. 
“Last time we saw each other, I remember specifically you talked my father’s head off over-”
“Marketing.” You finished his sentence, the distant memory of you practically forcing him to be the third wheel with his day with his father made you cringe. “I’m sorry about that by the way. Thinking back on it, it was extremely intrusive.” 
“Eh, it’s fine. My father still talks about you up to this day, you know? Quote on quote said I should date a girl like you. I can see why he would say that.” His eyes scan over your face to your body and now even though you are covered in a sweater dress—you feel bare. 
The heat that spread from your fingertips to your cheeks made you want to fan yourself. “It’s good to see you again, Ushijima.”
“Wakatoshi..” He corrects. 
Your lips curve into a smile of warmth before speaking again, “Wakatoshi.” 
You liked how that felt, and you can tell that he enjoyed you saying it. The tip of his ears was as red as your purse that was hanging on your shoulder. Soon that deep crimson color imparts across his cheeks. He looks down at his shoes in embarrassment before attempting to speak through the fact that he is blushing in front of you.
“Are you free tonight? Meeting my friend and his co-workers at this bar not too far away from here.” Wakatoshi questions. 
“Yes, I’m just enjoying the last couple of days here before I head back.”
“And when is that?”
“Two days.”
“Great.” was the only thing that left his mouth before he grabbed your hand and walked through the crowd of people towards the bar.
Here you two sat in a bar full of people and that feeling of it only being you two returned. Thighs briefly brushed against each other while you were in a booth together, practically ignoring the environment around each other. Even though the two of you could only send wide grins toward each other, you still felt this strange feeling of comfort wiggle up your spine. Even growing comfortable to lean back further in your seat into Ushijima’s arm that was resting on the back of the booth seat.
“Okay, you have half a million followers. How can I build my following?” Tendou slides his phone across the table to show you his Instagram account.
You glance at his phone briefly. He had a pretty decent following for a chocolatier. From your conversations with him, while you were here with him and Ushijima, he had a bright and energetic personality that you were sure would win people over. You scrolled through his photos of different chocolate he’s made and even some fun photo dumps. His likes on his photos were extremely stable considering the platform’s strange algorithm. Quite obvious it was actual people liking his photos and not bots. 
“You have a decent following and interesting stuff on your page. Have you tried recording a day in your life video?” You asked. “I think it would be cool for people to see the life of a chocolatier.” You shrug your shoulders and slide your phone to him.
“I never thought to do that,” Tendou snatches up his phone to glance through his Instagram again. Soon a young woman caught his attention and he abruptly excused himself, uttering how he had to use his French to good use. 
“So, how’s your social media looking?” You questioned before your eyes looked up at Ushijima. “Do you even have any social media pages? You look like a very reserved guy..” Your words trail off realizing that maybe this was a bit intrusive that came off.
“Not a social media person, but my manager insists I make an Instagram account to connect with fans.” He pulls his phone out, unlocking it swiftly to show you his page.
He had more followers than you and verified. But he had only two photos on his page. One was dated back to a year when he first signed to the Schweiden Alders and the other was with his dad, who you assumed was in California. 
“You only have two pictures. Why? If you mind me asking.” 
“I just don’t see the point of having millions of people to be able to see important details of my life every day. That’s how people begin to construct their own opinions about you even though they merely only see what you post on the internet.” He sips from his beer bottle. 
You hummed at his answer, letting it debrief in your head. You never thought about it that way considering your career choice. Granted, you don’t share a lot about your personal life—but you were a very public person. Over a half million people knew you were in Paris at the moment, but for Ushijima, no one knew he was here unless they were Tendou, his close friends, and maybe some volleyball fans. 
“But your job must be quite interesting though. You have half a million people wanting details on your outfits and such.” He tries to lighten the atmosphere because he can tell that his words are causing you to think deeply.
“I’m grateful for that since they do help a girl eat, but I see why you’re so private. You’re like an all-star volleyball player. I’m sure social media could throw your game off.”
“It does, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Sports journalists are much harsher, you know.” His fingers traced alongside the rim of his beer bottle.
“How’s your parents?” You asked. “I’m sure your dad is loving the Cali weather,” You add. 
“They’re good. We can officially be in a room together without any back and forth. Think they do it just for me though,” his shoulders shrug and you manage to take note of how broad his shoulders are. 
Maybe you were gawking at his appearance. The last time you saw him, he had height on him. Maybe he grew a bit taller over the years. You definitely can tell whatever workout plan he had made him gain more muscle too. 
“That’s good to hear. I’m sure they’re super proud to see how far you have come.” You cheesed at him and he finished the last bit of his beer before the two of you were interrupted. 
These two young men stood with a huge smile on their faces. Faces as red as the red Sharpie one of them held in their hand. You knew they weren’t there for you, so you only laughed as Ushijima waited for them to spit out what they wanted. 
“We’re huge fans. Can we get some pictures and an autograph?” One asked. 
Ushijima looked at you with an apologetic look that you simply giggled at before letting him talk to his fans. In the meantime, you watch as he talks to the two guys as if he knew them for years. A huge smile on his face and his eyes twinkling like the night stars, seeing him like this felt nice. It brought comfort to you in a sense. During the time of them talking, a waitress placed shots down on the table that the fans brought. In return, you volunteered to take the picture of the trio and watch as Ushijima scribbled his autograph on a spare napkin on the table you two sat at. 
“We’re sorry for interrupting your date. Thanks for the picture and autograph.” One of the guys says before leaving—not giving either you or Ushijima time to correct him that this wasn’t a date. 
You went to make a joke about it, but your phone interrupted that. You quickly down the shot in front of you and make your escape out of the booth. 
“I have to take this call.” You seem to yell over the loud music playing in the bar. You went to stand up to take the phone call outside, but you felt Ushijima tug you back.
“Let me go with you,” You felt his hand grab yours instantly as he slid from outside the booth.
“I’m not going to get lost, you know?” You glance back at him briefly before leading him out of the bar. 
The two walked right by Tendou who was talking with a co-worker and as soon as he saw you two walking towards the door, his bright red eyebrows raised in curiosity. Most likely thinking you two were calling it a night after the extensive round of shots Ushijima fan brought him after he autographed a napkin for him. 
You thought it was strange for someone from one of the brands you work for to call you so late at night. Especially when you had spoken to them earlier—correction, you even did your part of the deal and finally posted the product review they were hounding you for. You listened to the agent talk about how they wanted you to post a review on their newest lipstick line that was being released in two weeks. But as they were throwing out their demands through your tipsy hiccups, they weren’t mentioning anything about increasing your pay.
You were a bit intoxicated and on the phone, with someone from a company you were a brand ambassador for. The night Paris wind brushed against your smooth brown legs under your sweater dress and you thought your body was going to shiver, but the closeness of Ushijima was like a personal heater. His eyes stared down at you with lust and charm while you were listening to the person on the other end. 
They do say some wines can be classified as an aphrodisiac. Perhaps it was the alcohol because you wanted him. You yearned for him just as much as you did years ago when you first met him. The heat that pooled in between your thighs crept up on you when you noticed Ushijima’s eyes scan over your lip gloss-covered lips. 
“Can I kiss you?” 
You couldn’t quite remember if you said yes. But you remembered your timid nods as you leaned to meet him halfway to close the gap between you two. You remembered ending the phone call without a care (and was sure you wouldn’t hear the last of it during your next Zoom meeting). And you remembered how Wakatoshi's lips felt. Soft, smooth, and plushable. He was a stern kisser, it went well with his personality. You could feel his fingertips on the back of your neck locking you in place for him to deepen the kiss. His tongue traced alongside your full lips aching to taste all the alcohol that stained your tongue. His knee breaks apart from your thighs as soon as your lips gasp apart to let him in. Your fingers interlock in his brown hair tugging him closer and your left thigh lifts just a bit for his free hand to grab upon.
Was it cliche to say you’ve never been kissed like this before? The way your lips moved with each other, you would have thought that the two of you had done this before. Perhaps in another life, you two were former lovers. That would explain the chemistry you two bounced off each other within the night and right now under the bright moon that gave you little light in the space you were camped out. 
During the heated makeout session, you could feel his fingerings up the dress you wore and your body instantly heated up. It was Wakatoshi doing this to you, of course, your body would feel like it was running a fever. But the idea of doing this here in an alley as drunken strangers walk by turned you on. Yes, it was scandalous if someone snapped a picture. There goes your brand deals and maybe a decrease in followers, but this was Wakatoshi. You would do anything to feel his expensive fingers rub against your clit. 
After the alleyway interaction, he spent the remaining two days with you. Even though he technically was supposed to leave the next morning—he extended your fairytale of making you feel like the most important woman in the world. Embracing those last forty-eight hours with you as if it were his last specks of air escaping his lungs. 
You remembered his last words before you were boarding your plane. A foolish grin on your glowing face and fingers intertwined with his like a love-sick character from a romance novel. 
“Is it odd to say I want us to work?” He admits. “And we only just rekindled two days ago.” 
“Then I’ll see you at your game next week.” 
“Really?”
“Let’s make this work, Wakatoshi.”
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Creepy X Perverted friend.
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Creepy x perverted friend who pushes you around just to hear you whine and moan because he likes the sounds and he enjoys watching your face scrunch up.
Creepy x perverted friend that puts his hand on your waist and rubs his hard on you even tho there was plenty of space there for him to move around.
Creepy x perverted friend that offers to rub your feet cause they’re in pain but only does it because he wants to hear you moan out that it feels so good and beg him not to stop.
Creepy x perverted friend that volunteers to massage you after a long day at work just so he can rub and let his hands linger on inappropriate areas.
Creepy x perverted friend that asks inappropriate questions and plays it off when you hum in interest for him to repeat.
Creepy x perverted friend that holds your face when you’re on the brink of sleep just to watch your eyes roll back in annoyance and tell him to “please stop” in a sleepy tone.
Creepy x perverted friend that sits in front of your bed when you guys are playing video games to look up your skirt and stare at your pussy print.
Creepy x perverted friend that touches himself at your sleepovers to you in your panties and ass that’s hanging out.
Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your undershirt down and fondles with your tits while you’re sleeping, even sucking and nibbling on them until you’re awake and confused as to why it felt like you were being touched by an incubus.
Creepy x perverted friend that “playfully” humps you when you’re bent down searching for things because it’s “boy humor” and it’s something most friendships like yours do.
Creepy x perverted friend that hears you moan in your sleep and places his index and middle finger in your mouth to suck on then proceeds to dry hump you softly until his underwear is sticky with cum.
Creepy x perverted friend that comes over everyday when he’s off from work to make sure he can watch you fight sleep cause your suspicions has been up around him and concerns about him sniffing your panties when you’re in the shower.
Creepy x perverted friend that finds your sex toy box and licks and sucks on all your toys just to taste any juices left behind (there was none).
Creepy x perverted friend that watches porn that features girls that look like you infront of you so you can call him nasty and laugh (he gets off to it).
Creepy x perverted friend that will place his head directly on your ass and complain into your pussy about a dumb game he’s struggling with, knowing it sends vibrations and you’re struggling to respond, he grins at the thought of your contorted face.
Creepy x perverted friend that slaps your ass just to watch it jiggle and you don’t think much of it anymore since it’s his usual behavior.
Creepy x perverted friend that stands behind you and grips your neck to look up at him just so he can tell you how good you smell while pressing against you.
Creepy x perverted friend that will constantly make you late to any dates you have by calling all your outfits trash but the truth is he just doesn’t want anyone to see you like he does.
Creepy x perverted friend that always insists on doing a smell check when picking you up from work on your break before you guys enter the store but only smelling your chest area and stuffing his face in your ass.
Creepy x perverted friend that carries you for ice cream so he can watch something white and sticky fill your mouth (he wants it to be his cum so bad).
Creepy x perverted friend that sniffs your shoes when you take them off after a long day.
Creepy x perverted friend that takes your phone away from you when you’re watching something slightly inappropriate and shames you for not being a good girl (he snooped around in your notes app and found out that turns you on).
Creepy x perverted friend that asks what you’re doing and you quickly tell him you’re reading but he doesn’t believe you cause of the way your thighs keep pressing together and he peeps a wet patch began to develop.
Creepy x perverted friend that asked you to pee on him as a joke when you had to use the bathroom rly bad. (Wasn’t rly a joke :/)
Creepy x perverted friend that pressed on your bladder when you’re in the back of an Uber because he somehow figured out that was a kink of yours and grabs your face to tell you shut up before you guys get kicked out. (He laughed and proceeded to pull on your nips)
Creepy x perverted friend that gets mad at you because you’re slightly drunk and dancing on random guys at the club, he doesn’t wait until he’s by your apartments to give you an example of how the random men were feeling up on you.
Creepy x perverted friend that seen you get sad after his actions and kisses your pussy because he gripped it too harsh.
Creepy x perverted friend that moans into your pussy telling you how sorry he was and slides his wet tongue under your thong for a quick taste.
Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at your muffled words because his mouth feels so good talking into your pussy that you can’t concentrate on what you was sad about.
Creepy x perverted friend that carries you home and stays over to deal with your drunk shenanigans (you dance on him and lightly strip).
Creepy x perverted friend that pulls your hair and dry humps you because you kept bouncing on his lap asking him if he’d sleep in your bed with you.
Creepy x pervert friend that lifts your dress up and spanks your ass because he’s mesmerized by its jiggle.
Creepy x perverted friend that puts you to bed but not leaving without kissing both your nipples and pussy goodnight because you kept pulling him and telling him how horny you was.
Creepy x perverted friend that walks across the hallway to his apartment for a change of clothes and comes back to yours to sleep because he’s gonna creep on you but also take care of you in the morning.
Creepy x perverted friend that helps you regain your memories the next morning and laughs at your humiliated face in satisfaction.
Creepy x perverted friend that reminds you how horny you was, that he had to kiss your nipples and pussy in order for you to actually sleep.
Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you press your leg together at the thought of him kissing your pussy and nipples.
Creepy x perverted friend that tried to embarrass you but you ended up embarrassing him by reminding him of all the times he’s humped on you.
Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t care and walks across to the hall to his apartment to relax for the rest of the day.
Creepy x perverted friend that unlocks the door instead of ringing the bell like he normally does before entering notice the compromising yoga position you’re in.
Creepy x perverted friend that pushes his foot onto your pussy to hear you moan and tell him to stop it.
Creepy x perverted friend that sits next to you while you’re doing yoga to watch you sweat and watch your boobs jiggle.
Creepy x perverted friend that enjoys watching you roll your eyes at him because he took your yoga off to watch something on Netflix.
Creepy x perverted friend that trails behind you as you’re heading to the shower to “playfully” watch you strip but begins to get a hard on.
Creepy x perverted friend that knows he removed your soap from the shower so you’d have no choice but to call him and ask him to bring you some.
Creepy x perverted friend that walks in the bathroom and peeks his head into the shower to pass you the soap and look at anything he can get a peek at.
Creepy x perverted friend that tells you that you have a nice ass and slaps it before leaving the bathroom.
Creepy x perverted friend that forgot to tell you he was having some friends over, so when you were done putting your nighttime clothes on he dragged you across the hall to his place.
Creepy x perverted friend who has more friends like him. Hot, Tall, creepy and perverted because they immediately stare at your ass as you’re brought in.
Creepy x perverted friend that gets aggravated with you because you keep complaining at how his friends look at you.
Creepy x perverted friend that excuses you both and carries you to his room to bend you over on his bed and arches your back perfectly so he can talk to your pussy cause it seems to be the place you only listen from.
Creepy x perverted friend that’s upset because you keep moaning.
Creepy x perverted friend that actually pulls your shorts down and smacks your pussy, surprised to see how wet it was.
Creepy x perverted friend that blows his breath on your pussy to watch it quiver and drip more.
Creepy x perverts friend that turns you over into missionary so you can watch him talk to your pussy.
Creepy x perverted friend that spanks your clit because you kept moving your pussy upward so he can rub his lips against her.
Creepy x perverted friend that puts a pillow under your hip to position you correctly.
Creepy x perverted friend that harshly licks your pussy to watch her gush out juices.
Creepy x perverted friend that laughs when you beg him to put his mouth on you.
Creepy x perverted friend that does exactly that and tells you to shut up because he doesn’t want his friends to hear.
Creepy x perverted friend that’s so happy to eat your pussy that he doesn’t realize you’ve came 3 times already and you’re begging him to get off not keep going.
Creepy x perverted friend that watches you cry due to overstimulation but still proceed to spread your pussy lips and tongue fuck you.
Creepy x perverted friend that’s sad because he neglected your boobs and goes to suck on them while fingering your pussy.
Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you while still fingering you and rubbing your clit, moaning into your mouth how you’ve been such a good girl ( you came again)
Creepy x perverted friend that sucks your cream off his finger and goes back down to lick the mess you’ve made.
Creepy x perverted friend that said he wasn’t aggravated because of you accusing his friends and that he already knew how they were.
Creepy x perverted friend that promises he’s gonna fuck you until you’re stupid and carries you back out the room while kissing you.
Creepy x perverted friend that laughs at his friends faces and continues to watch the game while you’re still panting next to him.
Creepy x perverted friend that’s done with the game and his friends went home besides one.
Creepy x perverted friend that makes you stay over because your legs “are in no condition to walk”.
Creepy x perverted friend that sits you on the edge of his friend lap to mess with him and see how he’d react.
Creepy x perverted friend that removes you then takes your shorts off and places you sitting backwards on his counter chairs.
Creepy x perverted friend that bought a fox buttplug after seeing a heart one in your sextoy box.
Creepy x perverted friend that spits on it and puts it in.
Creepy x perverted friend that has his friend come over to stand in front of you to watch your face twist with pleasure while he plays with your back hole.
Creepy x perverted friend that randomly pulls on the tail while you suck on his friends fingers in pleasure.
Creepy x perverted friend that shoves his fingers into your pussy because you seem to enjoy his friend a little too much.
Creepy x perverted friend that drops to his knees and eats your ass knowing you prepped it for tonight because he seen your plug under your cover.
Creepy x perverted friend that fingers your pussy and has his friend hold your hand when you try to grab his because his fingers are stretching you to new lengths.
Creepy x perverted friend that loves the way your asshole puckers that he keeps kissing it until it makes “smooching” sound.
Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend taste your ass and threatens you if you place your hands back to move him away he’ll punish you.
Creepy x perverted friend that spits in your mouth and makes you swallow it.
Creepy x perverted friend that hold your ass open wider for his friend to get a better taste.
Creepy x perverted friend that mocks you as you cry from the pleasure, telling you how you’re so good for him and his friend and then laughing at your squeals as his friend puts the cold buttplug back in.
Creepy x perverted friend that flips you around and places you on the cold countertop so him and his friend could admire your pussy as it clenched on nothing.
Creepy x perverted friend that has no shame and pulls his dick out to fuck you senseless in front of his friend.
Creepy x perverted friend that plunged his dick in your pussy causing you to whine out from the painful yet delicious stretch.
Creepy x perverted friend that makes his friend take your boobs out and suck on them until you’re squirting from the penetration and pleasure received.
Creepy x perverted friend that almost shed tears of joy after watching your pussy cream on him and hug his dick so tight.
Creepy x perverted friend that doesn’t stop fucking you, even after he came, because he’s scared this moment will end.
Creepy x perverted friend that tilts your hips upward because none of his cum should be leaking out and going to waste.
Creepy x perverted friend that takes the buttplug out to kiss your hole before making you clean his dick.
Creepy x perverted friend that drags you along to drop his friend off cause he’s not done with you.
Creepy x perverted friend that reclines his seat after his friend is safely in his home and fucks up into you in the parking lot.
Creepy x perverted friend that kisses you because he doesn’t want you to see his face when he cums into you and fucks it nicely in your pussy.
Creepy x perverted friend that takes you to get food and asks you to be his gf at the end of the night, in which you said yes.
Creepy x perverted boyfriend that still does all his creepy stuff, just without being punished or shamed.
Creepy x perverted boyfriend that fucks you everynight, eventually getting you pregnant.
Creepy x perverted boyfriend that takes care of you your whole pregnancy and you both get a happy ending.
-Kirishima, Denki, Naruto(lowkey), Bokuto, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Tendō, Atsumu, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Connie, Reiner and any of your favs not mentioned :)
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bleubrri · 1 year
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ushijima doesn’t propose to you with a ring.
granted, he has no idea why, considering that the box is sitting in the pocket of his shorts at any and all times. he’d spent months trying to get every detail right; unfaltering in his desire to marry you, but every other decision had been made and remade a hundred times over. he’d stopped counting after the fourth ringband and thinks that the jeweller started to hate him around the seventh ‘final’ decision for the cut of the stone.
he’s never been particularly indecisive, in fact he thinks he’s quite the opposite, and yet he can’t seem to stick to his guns on anything.
he almost proposes before the flight, though as he watches you toss sunscreen and string bikinis into a suitcase he thinks it might add an extra weight to the holiday, like some strange pre-honeymoon. if he asked you in a restaurant ushijima isn’t entirely sure you’d say yes, and every night at dinner he has to choke the question down.
in the garden?
in the city?
it needs to be special, not too public. maybe not in public at all—
“toshi?”
“hm?” he lifts his gaze to find you staring at him from your place next to the bed.
“i said can you throw me my water bottle?” you repeat.
he nods, resigning himself to thinking of a plan later and crossing the room to hand you the bottle. you tuck it into the beach bag that you’re packing and—maybe the beach? perhaps at night, when it’s more secluded and he can recite everything he loves about you without the added pressure of an audience. ushijima gets the sudden irrational fear of dropping the ring in the sand and is reconstructing his whole plan when you take his hand in yours.
“are you okay, love?”
he blinks, squeezing your hand and flashing you a small smile. “of course, why?”
“you’ve just seemed a little.. distracted? distant? i don’t know, i figured you were just stressed.” you tuck your phone into the pocket of your bag and turn to give him your full attention, taking both his hands in yours. “are you sure nothings wrong, toshi? i can try and help if you tell me. i want you to enjoy this holiday too so if there’s anything i can do to—”
“marry me.” he blurts, without a plan and without a ring and with his heart coming up out his throat. the grip of your fingers goes slack for a second, your voice dying and eyes going wide.
“what?” it’s barely a whisper.
ushijima sighs, taking your face in his hands and thumbing over your undereyes while you look up at him through wet lashes.
“i’ve been trying—” he says, a fond smile curling his lips, “—to ask you to marry me.”
you find yourself blinking away tears, nodding frantically as you try and unclog your throat long enough to fucking speak.
“yes.” you breath, “yes of course, of course i’ll—yes.” you’re laughing, tears bubbling at your lashline that he swipes at before they get a chance to fall and tipping your mouth to his—needy, desperate little thing.
somewhere in the flurry of tongue and teeth, you end up being pulled onto the freshly made sheets and straddling his lap. toshi breaks the string of saliva that’s connecting your mouths to stare at you with stars in his half lidded eyes.
you find your palms smoothing down the broad plains of his chest that’s covered by the thin fabric of his t-shirt, resting them over his heart that seems to be thrashing against his ribs.
lips ghosting over his and noses barely brushing, you whisper, “you shouldn’t have asked me now.” and for a brief moment his stomach drops. “now i’m never gonna let you leave this room.” you smile, pecking his lips and slowly grinding into his lap.
large hands are secured on your hips and ushijima decides that he’ll worry about the details later. “maybe,” he chuckles, “that was the plan all along.”
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merakidoll · 9 months
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submissive men - (ice)
he hated giving away his control. he hated how his body loved when you would tie, and blindfold him, making him have to trust you - which he did, but a little more than before. even with this hatred of being submissive, he whined and moaned with each gag you made on his cock. the cool ice swishing around him, while your throat fucked it’s length so deep that a small print showed
“t-too much b-babyy” he stumbled over his words leaning back against the chair that held him captive needing something to get him out of this - out of this hasty submissive state that his body loved. he held himself back not wanting to give you the satisfaction of his cum, you were his good girl- this was supposed to be you!
“n-no” he cried out no longer being able to hold it in when one hand massaged his balls and the other pinched the hard, sensitive nipples. “fuckinghateyouu - SHIT!” screaming, he began to see stars behind the silk eye cover, his body shaking, toes curling, limp dick going back hard just from a subtle kiss you placed on the mushroom tip once you swallowed the sweet cum.
tauntingly giggling at him you kissed his chest, and neck, the soft plump lips, all the way to his ear where you let words that made him instantly cum on command. “what’s next good boy? how about wax?”
eren, onyankopon, reiner, toji, nanami, aran
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lumiinix · 1 year
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Boys who can’t sleep without your head laying his chest so every time he went abroad, he has to bring a weighted blanket to sleep easier but it still wasn’t the same :(
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REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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rissouu · 4 months
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EREN, connie, dabi, toji, SUNA, GOJO, ichigo, RINDOU, GETO, choso, LAW, ZORO, JEAN, shikamaru, + anyone else u want!
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sanjisblackasswife · 11 months
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this is corny but i’m sketching this idea w someone SO
Thinking about big boys like—
Zoro, Toji, Bokuto, Worick, Benimaru, and Yami lifting your shirt and grabbing your chubby belly knowing you hate it but he does it anyways because he is absolutely infactuated with your tummy.
“Stoppp! I hate when you do that!” You squirm with your back against his wide chest and he keeps on squeezing, you’re pretty much stuck in place feeling his hands roam all over your body.
“Uh uh.” He bites and kisses your cheek caging you in his strong arms, “S’all mine I can touch when i want.”
You hate it. A lot, and he sees the hate you have in your face so he turns you around to kneel and kiss the one thing you despise, knowing you always had an insecurity about it telling you how much he loves your tummy as much as he loves you. Because he in fact loves his chubby girl🦦.
Honorable mentions: Kuroo, Taiju, Baji, Mitsuya, Draken, Iwa, Osama, Sanji, Luffy, Ace, Gojo, Nicolas, but he’d sign that he doesn’t care lol, Yasu, Joe, Jean, Connie, Tengen, Rengoku
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