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shidouryusm · 5 months

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✿༝༚༝༚ Wrapped in red ✿༝༚༝༚

・❥・Kuroo x reader

・❥・synopsis-> hey siri, what are the consequences of surprising your fiancé with a lingerie under a coat for his birthday?

・❥・ word count-> 5.6k words (nobody look at me)

・❥・content warning-> mdni, explicit smut, fem!reader, cun!lli!ngu$

・❥・a.n -> this is the last time I'll be reposting this if tumblr still doesn't like me I got nothing to do. Tagging a bunch of my mutuals so that atleast they can enjoy. may your cheese rot tumblr. Also happy kuroo day ignore I'm this late everyday is kuroo day stfu. dividers by @cafekitsune , @benkeibear and @quirrrky

Kuroo can feel the chills of the winter already settling in mid-November. The expanse of his living room is veiled with a thin layer of frigidness. The tiles were cold and a siren of silence rings through till the ends, until the little clock resting on the small table breaks through the curse with the beginning of a new day. 17th November. He stares at the clock. The slick hands points to 12, busy announcing his 29th birthday. It is a small, black, cat shaped clock that you found from god knows where and gifted him out of blue. Your justification being “it looks like you”. Kuroo snickers at the sudden wave of memory.

A whole lot of other things around his house are also extensions of you – the little section of potted plants on the shelves, the matching coffee cups, the red mittens hanging over the oven handle, kitchen magnets comprising pictures from both of your trip to Paris. They all are like pockets of your shadow scattered around, giving little hints of the day when you’ll ultimately mark your reign as the Mrs. of this house.

But as of tonight, each of them wildly indicates your lack of presence. Kuroo discerns that the silence was not any call of winter, rather it’s the sheer absence of your chortles and excited squeals around the house, especially tonight.

Kuroo was never that big on celebrating his birthdays, being on a competitive position in corporate asked for lot of compromises and Kuroo had wired himself to do that in his early years on job, not caring about forgetting his birthdays and stuff. Still, he manages to dig up time when it comes to yours or others. The man that he always is - relentless in his acts of services.

However, you being around never quite made it possible for Kuroo to actually forget about his day. Always the more excited one, the best planner and as always, a little better than the previous years. Whether it be by throwing a grand party in a club for him or just by yourselves, with home cooked mackerel and rice, catching the golden sunset above and just savouring the day with a casket of good memories to look back on. Or it may be simply you by his side that makes each of his birthdays something to look forward to, even while being clutched by stress and non-stop work.

He was indeed getting spoiled by such pampering because, as of this moment, there was nothing he wanted more than to be around you. To bask in the incessant warmth of your hugs and engulf himself in the pool of your kisses. Fuck. he really wishes you weren’t drowned in your work right now just so your singsong voice of Happy Birthday could reach his ears the first. He peers at his phone, several texts from his co-workers and friends wishing him were flooded in his notification bar, along with your last text, sent over an hour ago.

Love♡♡ : work is so crazy right now, they should pay me for even gracing them my time this late >:(( anyways, good night. love you tets <;33

Nothing after that. He stares at the text. You weren’t online which meant you are either too busy in work or have already fallen asleep…without wishing him?

A small twinge of hurt pinched his heart at the thought of it. Although he tries to reason it with your pressure at work. But it’s been like this for a few days, you completely submerged in work, barely getting the chance to even facetime, not being overly zealous atleast 3 business days before his birthday.

The little red demon above his head tries to play tricks yet his heart works with rationale – leading two projects at the same time meant things will slip up. Distance may be bound to form. Who knows? even paths of life may deviate from one another and eventually-

His train of thought cuts short by the sharp ring of the doorbell. It’s 12:30 already. Kuroo internally pleads that it’s not some surprise by his former teammates because without you, he doesn’t think he will indulge even a slightest bit.

The door swings open and so does kuroo’s jaw. You, in your full glory, a ginormous beige jacket wrapped all over you, hair dishevelled from the wind, yet framing the most beautiful face in the world, stand at the threshold, panting and holding a large box of what seems like a cake.

“Oh my gosh tetsu, I was almost about to punch the baker. Dumbass messed up my whole timing”

Kuroo was still busy steadying himself but he shifts from his place, allowing you to scoot past him and settle yourself in the dining seat, placing the cake there.

Weren’t you asleep? Weren’t you way too busy to come? What is going on?

He looks at you, making yourself comfortable at his space, like you are just meant to fit inside these 4 walls. The frosty silence suddenly vanishing by the cauldron of warmth you bring with you everywhere. He can’t wait for the day when it will be regular sight.

“Baby, are you gonna stand there the whole night?” you giggle, striding towards his still figure beside the doorway. You hook your arms around his waist, your head tipping back as you stand on your toes, planting a soft kiss over his lips.

Kuroo’s eyes flutters shut as he draws himself into every fleeting moment of this kiss. His hands find your cheeks and large palms cradles them as gently as a rose petal, head dipping down to take in more of the feeling of your lips against him. The taste of your cherry balm engulfing him.

You part from him, merely inches away as your lower lips bruses against each other. You whisper into the small gap, “Happy Birthday, my love. I’m not too late, am I?”

“Doesn’t matter when your wish is what makes it worth. I almost thought you forgot” he hums, hands curling up against your neck, urging you to look at him. You crane your head up, meeting those honeyed eyes pooling with a multitude of emotions.

“Awe you miss me that much? I have been real quiet this year on purpose. Trying something a little different”, you cheekily say, poking your tongue out. Kuroo quirks an eyebrow, “always a step ahead, aren’t you?” he pecks your forehead while a small whisper of “I love you. Thank you for making this day something to look forward to” grazes over your skin. Your feel the kaleidoscope of butterflies zooming inside your ribcage, for the way his words echoed through the drums of your heart. As if the resonance between his and your heart just created more love to harbour.

"Tetsu", you grab his face, dipping his tall frame downwards to place another kiss. This time between his eyes. Hoping this kiss was equivalent to the million words he said with those gaze a few seconds ago.

You take his hand, pulling him towards the cake, “now now, it’s not the time to be all mopey. I fought for this cake and now you get to commemorate this day of high significance”. Kuroo chuckles, you were full of beans indeed.

To think just a few moments back his thoughts were spiralling, he registers that that how much you being by his side grounds his inner monologue of hidden insecurity. Kuroo is always the epitome of confident man but the inner cloud of anxiety yet rumbles time to time. Until, your presence acts like the yellowy sunshine after rain, banishing any grey thoughts that dare to delude him.

“Why such high significance, may I ask?” you roll your eyes, amusement twinkling in your eyes and you answer like this is the most simple question ever, “Because you got to be born and be my boyfriend and then my groom-to-be, duh”, wiggling the left ring finger, you laugh. Shaking his head, he tunes into the peals of laughter with you. He cuts the cake, feeding you a piece before noticing you were still in your coat.

“Baby, are you that cold? You know you could wait a bit more for your winter cloth haul” he gestures at the neck high coat. You squirm a little. He finally noticed.

“y-yeah, I know. there’s a…reason”, you send a sheepish smile on his way, effectively avoiding his gaze.

Kuroo reaches towards you, curious at your shift in demeanor. He leans down, meeting your gaze with his ever sharp ones and you found yourself faltering a bit, heartbeat pacing higher than normal.

“Princess, are you okay? you got a fever?” he runs his hand over your forehead to which you shake your head. Taking his fingers in yours, your fingertips glides over his knuckles. Unable to stall in any longer, you slung your arms around his neck.

“Actually, I have your gift”, bringing your mouth closer to his ear as you whisper, “right under”, you murmur. His hand is now brought on your lower back, the feel of your skin right underneath the coat, clearly evident.

Kuroo sucks in a breath, catching on to your innuendo immediately. Palms migrates towards your shoulder blades where he can feel the thin strap and bare skin over the coat. Curiosity killed the cat and now he just got fucking murdered.

“Hmmm? Should’ve said it earlier, princess.” kuroo hums, a mellowy timbre coating his voice. You gulp audibly, anticipating his moves.

His hands trail over your shoulders, reaching up and stop around the collar of your coat, playing with the top button as he flashes his Cheshire like smile. Demeanor changing from concerned to smug in a flash of light. You keep your eyes on him, heavy breaths escapes your nose and mouth. Kuroo leans forward, his voice now merely a whisper tickling your ears.

“Should I guess what my present is?” he asks coyly. You can feel the teasing glint the words carry.

“You can open it already, y’know?” your voice had an air of neediness, wanting nothing more than to indulge in his touches and losing yourself in him for the night.

Kuroo tuts, shaking his head in faux disappointment, “tsk tsk tsk. it’s my present, princess. Let me enjoy it. in my way”. With that, he flicks the button open, his eyes catching a hint of red around your neck. A dark chuckle escapes his throat.

“Red, huh? You surely did some homework before”, another button pops open, this time, the base of your throat open up and a little red ribbon wrapped around the middle like a bow greets him.

Kuroo felt his heart thrumming loudly, imagining what he could find after fully unbuttoning your coat. The suspense of the act spiking his blood and rushing downwards towards his crotch, he can already feel himself getting hard. God, you really knew how to outdo yourself every single year.

Kuroo presses a kiss right beside that bow, feeling your erratic pulse against his lips. It curls into a smirk, right against your skin. You tip your head back, eyes closing and hands finding their way to the hem of his shirt.

“Uh-uh, princess. Not so early.” Kuroo envelopes his hands over yours, before bringing them together behind your back, caging you between his hold. His right hand, once again, flits back in its previous mission while his left hooks both of yours ; effectively locking them behind your back. “Not until I’m done unwrapping my present”. A kiss plants underneath your ear; the skin tingling with its effect.

“You sure are taking a hell lot of time” you scorn. Kuroo chortles, popping another button open. This time a part of your sternum peeps out, he can make out the hint of cleavage from the skin exposed. More blood runs downwards and kuroo fights the urge to tear the coat off and bend you against the table to ravage you then and there.

“Good things take time, princess. Moreover, you seem to enjoy it.” Kuroo muses, his hips roll against yours and you could feel the hardness of his crotch brushing up against your lower belly. “Take this as a punishment for being late to my birthday” he opens another button and the lace cupped cleavage makes their way.

“But it wasn’t my fault.” you pout. You’re so adorable, kuroo thinks. He laughs under his breath before pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. His hands trail over your sternum, dipping down towards the fat of tits spilling out before he ghosts over them ever so slightly, drawing a whine out of you from the untouched touch.

“Oh but you were…” he drawls, “to think you went outside like this. Being a naughty little girl, are we now, princess?”. You open your mouth to say something but his lips silences yours. His tongue almost immediately finding its way in your mouth and playing with yours.

The kiss was sloppy with the way kuroo laps at your top lip, engulfing it in his mouth, saliva smears over your upperlips and drips down your lowers. The steamy makeout session in addition to the his hips grinding against your coat covered crotch leaves you staggering.

One by one, he unbuttons the whole coat till the end, each time kissing a part of you he passes in the process, to all the way down, where he is kneeling. He looks above to see your figure hugged by this beautiful dark red fabric, only covering the bare necessities.

He is eye level with your bare thigh, the plush skin adorned by a thin lacy garter, linked to the equally thin panties with a small band of cloth. You feel his hand runs across the back of your thigh, the cool band of your engagement ring gliding smoothly over your skin. The pads of his fingers dip down a little deep when he reaches your almost bare ass.

“Fuck. what I’d do to you” you hear him murmur against your lace clad thigh. He scrapes his teeth against the fabric, peeling it off and exposing the beautiful skin out. The sharpness of his teeth mingles with the softness of his lips as he sucks and nips at the skin, leaving a purple well of mark around that area. Your breath hitches as you feel the dull throb of the hickey while he continues his ministration all over your inner thighs.

“We better take this to the room before I end up taking you right here” his teeth still ghosts over your skin, now attaching around the band of your garter, tugging it gently before releasing it back, the elastic smacking your skin, causing a whine to tumble out your throat. His actions causing your pussy clench around the fabric.

He continues his journey up with his mouth before reaching your pussy. The material doing nothing to hide the outline of your cunt and looking closely enough he sees the dampness that is caused by your arousal. His fingers join in, smoothing upwards over the fabric gently. A moan leaves your lips, with the way he is being tantalisingly slow. If you could, you would have shoved his fingers inside.

“Already wet and I barely did anything, baby. Wait for the real action atleast” his voice sardonic and praising simultaneously. He plants a kiss right over your crotch before trailing upwards.

“Tetsu, you little-” you whine to which kuroo snickers. He loves you to death but he loves it more than anything when he is edging you and you are writhing and pleading.This is when he gets the chance fill you to brim with pleasure. The power surge he gets from this is immeasurable, when nothing leaves your mouth except his name.

“What, my darling?” kuroo kisses below your navel, his lips smoothing over the surface with no friction. He peppers your stomach with nips and kisses before reaching under your breasts. A small kiss between the valley of your tits and then he finally rises up. He caresses the sides of your breats before holding you by your waist, squeezing you gently,pulling your figure flush against him. His hardened member now rocking against you with less obstruction.

Kuroo tugs the coat off of your shoulder and it pools around your ankle, revealing your whole set to your fiance. Kuroo gawks at your figure, as if time stopped its track for him to drink your body with his eyes.

“God you’re fucking beautiful” his voice low and husk filled. Kuroo peppers kisses on the curve of your shoulders, hiking his lips up into the crevice of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses trailing towards your jaw.

You have always been the prettiest for him but this colour on you has popped out every feature of yours in the most alluring, elegant way. Kuroo huffs out short breaths as his eyes find it difficult to tear away from you, he eyes you from down to up before his eyes land on that ribbon.

Oh fuck that ribbon. The way you made yourself like a present, kuroo is positive there isn’t any better gift in the whole planet than the one before his eyes. His lips find you again, passion and lust permeating through the kiss. His hands reach up to your breasts and he gives them a good squeeze. The nipples pert and poking through the cloth against his palm.

He guides your body along with his towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss, stumbling along the way but nonetheless reaching towards the edge of the bed. He pushes you, still connected with your lips, cradling your head before you fall into the heap of soft mattress. His body hovers over yours and one of his knees positions dangerously close to your cunt.

“We gotta take this off before I tear it and that is the last thing I wanna do” kuroo husks, his hand deftly working their way to take off the top.

Not that it did anything to cover what’s underneath, yet as he removes the bra and sees your tits spill out, he couldn’t help but take one in his mouth. Fondling the other one with his hand.

The feel of his mouth finally somewhere on you has you teetering on the edge, you let out out a moan. Your hands rake through his ink black locks while he tugs you nipple with his teeth. His knee presses against your almost bare pussy the sensation spikes your insides.

Your hands reach for his shirt once again, urging him to take it off , to which he obliges but not before remarking something about it.

“Can’t wait to see me naked, guess I can indulge in your desire a little bit”, you roll your eyes. Smug bastard. You feel him shift downwards, his knees touching the floor while leaving you sprawling on the bed, he adjusts your legs around his shoulders before scooting downwards.

His hands plays around your nipples, twisting and turning while his mouth travels south. He lets his teeth do the work, pulling at the underwear and tugging it off of you, finally letting the sight of your clenched cunt soothe his eyes. The way he keeps a unbreaking eye contact while doing the dirtiest of act makes your arousal seep down your cunt even more. He tugs the panties halfway through before teething at the garter again, slowly dragging it across you skin and pulling it off.

“Practising for the big day, princess” he grunts, taking them off of you fully. You let out a light croon, even amidst the unholy acts of provocation, the gentle reminder of your promised near future sends you into a blissful train of thought.

Kuroo’s sharp nip at your inner thigh brings you back. He stares at you with drooping eyes, silently challenging you to not break the contact as he lowers himself over your slit. He licks a stripe of your pussy, the feel of his tongue like millions of fireworks inside your nerves. You silently breath out a gasp while kuroo begins his onslaught of kitten licks over your cunt. Gradually reaching to your clit. He presses a kiss over the nub before capturing it with his mouth, gently sucking on it.

His tongue flicks your now swollen clit as you rock your body, bringing him closer, as if it’s anyways possible. Your mingled sounds of squeals and moans and whines mixes with the soft squelch of his fingers entering you. He prods them gently over your walls, knowing where to stretch and poke to evoke the most raw reaction from you.

“Tetsu…fuck...aah..” your voice are nothing more than little tufts of breaths as he shifts his pace every so often, while never leaving your puffed clit unattended. The alternate of his tongue and fingers works wonders to roll you over the edge.

“Cum for me, baby” you hear his raspy voice vibrating across your skin, he sloppily makes out with your slit before driving his tongue inside, his face tilts as he tries to reach as deep inside you as he can. The grip of his hands on your thighs tightening. His cock feels heavy and the burning desire to replace it with his tongue flames his inside – but not before he makes you cum like this atleast twice.

Two of his fingers drum over your clit while his tongue prods inside you. His jaw hurts but nothing matters when he gets to see the expression he draws out of you. Mouth falls open, while your head tips back. Not giving a damn about keeping eye contact because fuck if you could have exploded out of your body, you would.

Kuroo groans at the irresistible feel of your essence around his tongue, “tastes so good for me”, he hums around your pussy. You could feel the wave of arousal waiting to burst and as you hear the words escape his mouth, your body reacts on accord. Back arches beautifully as you release yourself against kuroo’s lips.

Your mind levitates in the cloud of bliss while you feel Kuroo laps at your essence, the drag of his lips against you too euphoric. to joyful to get down from. But even while being on the daze, you feel Kuroo going at your pussy once again.

“T-Tetsu…hnnggh”, you can feel the added force that his tongue applies as it drives inside you once again.

“You thought I’d leave you to come around my tongue only once.” he rasps, his nose brushes against the overstimulated clit. He nuzzled himself against your cunt, his hands reaching over your ass and kneading the soft flesh. You let a wanton moan, too loud for the neighbours to not hear. Kuroo smiles, tongue thrusting inside your cushiony walls even more.

You could feel your body quivering, preparing itself for another wave of orgasm not long after the previous one. You tug at his hair, your nails scraping against his scalp. Your other hand grabs at your breast to hold onto something. A sight Kuroo savours from behind his bangs that cover his face.

“I’m gonna…” you whine, thighs jolting around his arms while he keeps them locked. “Make a mess around my face, darling. Let go.” Kuroo was getting delirious at your taste. His cock nearly bursting his load in his pants. He rubs against the board of the bed, releasing some friction. He can sense your orgasm looming and naturally, he increases the pace, tumbling you over the edge for the second time. His teeth grazes the clit, giving it some attention before a harsh suckle has you going for the 2nd time that night.

Your back arches, juices spraying out of your pussy. Kuroo is enthralled seeing you this dirty, this sexy, this sinful. You didn’t hold back your sounds either, sweet melodies of his name with pleasured moans ringing throughout the room and satisfying Kuroo’s ears as he succeeds in making you spent.

Not that he intends to stop yet.

Your body is still quivering, the afterwave of the pleasure still gushing inside your body. Kuroo caresses your thighs and hips, coaxing your body to relax.

“You did so well, my sweet baby. looking gorgeous cumming around my face like that”, kuroo engulfs your mouth, his tongue shoves yours around and you decide to suck the tip of his tongue, relishing in the tangy essence of yours. A moan erupts from the man above as your wrap your hands around his sculpted back, losing yourself in the kiss.

Kuroo helps you get down from the high before flipping you over. You notice the way he positioned you both, you are right in front of the dressing mirror.

When did he even do that?

Kuroo kneads your ass from behind, while another hand grabs your chin to make you look at the mirror.

“Eyes up there, baby. Watch how I fuck this little pussy into oblivion”, you can feel his clothed cock grinding against your ass. Whimpering, you wiggle back, feeling more of him, causing Kuroo to suck in a breath.

“Behave, darling.” Kuroo lightly smacks your ass, watching the flesh ripple and groaning at the sight.

You look over your shoulders at him. He looks so broad, the toned sculpture of his long hours at gym and sports really gifted you with a goldy sight. His face flushed with crimson and copper eyes blown out with lust. The contour of his abs to sexy to not gawk 24/7. His sweatpants are already hung low, cock whipped out, hard and swollen. The tip angry with precum dripping down the globes of your ass. You try to shift back, intending to return the favour he generously gave you a while back.

But Kuroo , not-so-gently puts you back on your position, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you against the sheets. Your ass hiked up more to flash the clenching pussy in the air. The cold draft blowing around your sticky folds making you shiver.

“Tetsu!” you exclaim, as he starts dragging his length over your folds, adding more of his arousal with yours, the spot lubed and moist for Kuroo to slide right in.

“What did I say about behaving, princess? Are you looking for to get punished?” his voice dark and menacing, only reserved for you, in the bed. You shake your head, eyes locked with his through the mirror. Your nipples brush against your sheets with the way you are bent, adding more to the sensation.

You try to tug off the red ribbon, not wanting any ounce of fabric on your skin when kuroo grabs your hand, harshly. Hooking it over your back, he hikes your body up a little higher, his cock straight against your fold, the tip hitting snug the clit. His eyes are narrowed, eyes a little menacing,

“Don’t you dare take that off. This stays on.” his voice low. You mewled an okay, too entranced with the way he looks behind your back to notice his manhandling.

“That’s my girl”, kuroo hums before sliding inside you with ease. The remnants of previous shenanigans making it easy. Your mouth falls in a O as you feel the ridge of his cock gliding past your walls. With each of his inch bottoming inside you, you let out a moan, voice deliriously filthy. The sounds like a dulcet for him.

He rams the last of his inch at once, making your body lurch forward. Your face scrunched in a beautiful frown, teeth digging at your lips. Hair falls over your face as you dip your head down to adjust to his size. Kuroo becomes too busy admiring your features through the mirror. You look like a goddess, a goddess he brought down on her knees before him.

He was probably too enticed because it wasn’t until the roll of your hips around his pelvis that dragged him down to where he was. “T-tetsu. movee” , he hears your plead.

“As you say, baby girl.” kuroo starts drilling his cockinside, sliding in and out of you, the head colliding with the gummy walls near your cervix. You were pushed forward with the intensity of his thrust yet the feeling of his prominent vein grinding inside your wall was too heavenly to complain.

It was him and you, intertwined with each other, knocking the door of lust but beneath it was promises of love.

The grip of his fingers around your hip was deathly. It sure is gonna leave a dent. Kuroo grunts and groans as he watches the base of cock froth with both of your juices. The squelching sound everytime he enters you fills the room along with the slaps of the skin.

You could feel his balls hitting you right above the clit, light strokes against them making you dizzy . His hands snakes around your stomach, reaching your clit. He takes the nub between his two fingers, rolling them around and pinches it. You squeal at his actions, back bending away from him, but the grip of his arm around keeps you flush.

“Your pussy is made right for me. Almost made me bust a nut the moment I slid my cock inside, sh-shit. so fucking tight and clenching” , his words are so vile, yet so sweet to hear. He bends down, back flush with his chest as he presses a hoard of kisses around your nape and shoulders. Suckling the skin and leaving out purple marks in its wake.

“Tetsu..more…you feel so good against me” you cry, eyes rolling with the way he is snapping his hips against yours. The constant assault over your g-spot inside and the clit outside once again announces the impending avalanche.

“More you say? Greedy girl.” he rasps before hoisting you up, one hand still playing with your clit while the other finding your left breast.

Cupping the whole fat of it, he squeezes the mound hard. His hips unrelenting with their strokes. The bed creaks from the sudden movement. The headboard banged against the wall once. Now the neighbours are definitely gonna know.

“So fucking beautiful. Truly the best gift ever, princess. I love you so much”, you turn sideways to face him, his molten amber eyes mirroring the heart eyes you are sending him across.

You capture his lips in a soft kiss, your hands reaching his face to cradle the sides and pulling the front tufts a little. Vibrations of hums and moans share between you two in the kiss, while both your bodies work on their own accord. The golden light of the lamp falls over your skin, the golden iridescence reflecting of your skin makes you nothing less than a fallen angel. The halo like glow of your body makes Kuroo's heart gallop loudly. Makes him wonder how he managed to find someone as perfect as you are.

“Look at the mirror. See how ethereal you look while taking me like that. God really took time while making you” , you chuckle at his cheesy words. No matter how dominant he acts in bed, at the end it was still your dorky, corny Tetsu.

You zero in the way he fucks you, the outline of his cock visible as he drills into you. A dragged moan fills the air. kuroo kisses around your temple, his thrusts erratically hits you, losing rhythm. You realise he’s close, so you arch your back, feeling more of him inside. Fucking himself inside you.

Kuroo hisses at the act, his fingers pinching your clit in return. Your walls clamp around his shaft, making him lose all the threads he had been holding onto ever since he buried his face in your cunt.

“Shit, baby...take me…take all of it. Let's cum together”, his babbles choking in his throat as he thrusts in you one last time before warm ropes of his cum fills your pussy. You came around the same time, pooling his thighs with hot, sticky mess.

He kisses you throughout the high, a level of euphoria never felt before. He realises he didn’t use any condom today neither did you retorted against it. Kuroo slides out of you, your cunt clenches from the lack of his heavy cock. He gently lays you down, bringing a wet towel and cleaning off the spilled cum from your thighs and his. Your face beams with the post-coital bliss as you spread your arms over your head, breathing heavily.

“You good?”, kuroo asks, his voice regaining the gentle hold back. You nod, closing your eyes and relaxing yourself.

“If I knew you’d go this crazy over a lingerie set, I’d have thought it through before buying.” you breathily say, seeing Kuroo’s face turn a little red. The debauchery dawning on him a little.

“You could wear an overalls over a trash bag and I’d still fuck you the same. It’s you who’s this hot”, Kuroo plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek, his hands smoothing your hair. He scoots you over, finding himself a space beside, pulling you against his side. His fingers work through your scalp while you find warmth in his body.

The comfortable setting almost lulling you to sleep before you lurch up, face palming yourself. Kuroo sits back, concerned at your sudden leap, while you look at him with guilty eyes.

“I forgot your actual gift at home, while being too excited for this one.”, you hide your face between your palm, whining and falling back on his chest. A hearty laughter rolls out of Kuroo at your state while he rubs your shoulders. His mind already bent on to tease you.

“Wanna suck me off to balance that out?” kuroo sends a sly grin your way, his voice holding a glint of tease but really not expecting you to wallow in.

To his surprise, you part away from his chest, face filled with a challenging gleam. Without any words, you straddle him, holding his cock by the base. A dopey smile spreading all over your face.

“Say less. I’ve been meaning to do that since forever.”

a.n-> aint nobody leaving the house without giving him a sloppy. if tags dont work and it flops then im giving him an even intense sloppy

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that-fic-girl · 9 months

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HAIKYUU BOYS REACTING TO Y/N SENDING NOODS 😍🫶🦅

Characters: Bokuto, iwaizumi, tsukkishima, kuroo, oikawa

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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the walls are thin - ch3

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch3 | next [masterlist]

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a look into this chapter: soft self-indulgent flirtationship with hanamaki, 18+ masturbation (and eventual smut), feelings are confusing, flirting is also confusing (but prevalent), seijoh4 hangout session, more lunch dates, flustered contact, afab reader she/her pronouns oh and ofc she's got a playlist (♡)

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this has happened before. this isn’t some new phenomenon taking you by surprise. this has happened many times before, actually. this isn’t out of the ordinary for your overly sexually active, inconsiderate, unknown neighbor.

but for some stupid reason it feels out of the ordinary for atsumu. not miya atsumu, the name on the door of your irritatingly thoughtless neighbor, but for atsumu, the one you texted for two weeks straight and that commented on every single one of your vacation photos with silly inside jokes and who called you to talk about his first day back at volleyball practice.

you knew this time was coming sooner or later, or, in hindsight, you should have. he didn’t just magically change who he was because he met you and he admitted it himself, he only really started hanging out with you because he wanted to fuck you. and you don’t blame him for that. your motives were similar at first.

the shift from strangers to flirting strangers to friends was a bit more difficult than you thought it would be, especially when you haven’t really moved on from the whole flirting bit or the whole wanting to be more than friends but not wanting to ruin the rest of your last college year bit.

you know him now. maybe not know him, but you know enough, more than nothing, so being here, consciously listening to the first time that atsumu has fucked someone since you moved from nothing to something just isn’t sitting right with you. not that you can even really focus on the noises if you wanted to, not with all of this thinking going on in your head.

your stomach drops.

this actually probably isn’t the first time that he’s fucking someone since you met. he probably picked back up on this routine the second that volleyball stopped for spring break and the realization is really making your stomach hurt. the thought of him with someone else, texting you before and after, is having too much of an effect on you.

the only saving grace is that you can’t hear them, not the beds or the impact, but them. you’re not sure you could’ve ever recovered from that, not now. the air of the situation has already changed just from knowing him, but if you had to hear him too, you’re not sure you could have continued down this path of friendship. more than that, it feels like a betrayal, creepy maybe, and, at the very least, weird for you. you feel like a stranger in your own home. you can barely think as you swallow the lump in your throat. there’s so much on your mind, so many feelings swarming around you and you can feel every single one on your skin even if you can’t identify some of them.

and underneath it all, a small but persistent sting.

you can’t be here a second longer.

even as you close your door softly behind you, your chest feels tight. through your entire walk, your chest feels tight. you’re no longer in your room, but you can still feel the rhythm beneath your sternum. you shake your head, arms, all the way out to your hands, trying to get this feeling off of your body, sitting in anticipation as you wait for a response to your knocking.

“not fucking this again, you’re lucky-,” maki says, hushed but forceful, throwing open the door. whatever was about to come out of his mouth dissipates in his throat before it can even reach his tongue. he moves aside from the door, giving you plenty of space to leave the openness of the hallway. his features quickly morph into concern and now you’re feeling bad that you’re making it somebody else’s problem.

he locks the door quickly and pulls you into his room. only when his door is also shut and locked behind the two of you does he speak, “what happened?”

you’re silent for what feels like the better half of an hour, though realistically you’re sure is a handful of minutes. “‘ts stupid,” you mumble, shaking your head. you still feel small, but you’re starting to feel a bit more normal as maki wraps his fingers around your forearm.

from the second that he saw you, he knew that whatever happened had something to do with your previously shitty turned okay turned shitty again obviously neighbor. he asks anyways, “did atsumu do something?”

you don’t try to, in fact, you actively try not to, but the events are too recent, mind too swarming to have as much control as you’d like; you wince at his name. despite everything you’re feeling, somehow you’re still able to focus on maki as he warms, mouth opening to spout something loud, but shutting to be replaced with a calm exhale. what he really wants to do is go over there at this exact second, but what he needs to do is just be there for you.

you shrug your shoulders a bit, pathetic laugh leaving your chest at the pure familiarity of it all, “lover boy’s at it again.” the confusion that takes on maki’s face is gone just as quickly, waiting for you to explain rather than make assumptions. you continue, “it’s been three weeks with nothing and then -”

maki interrupts you, sitting on his bed and smoothing the space next to him. you sit, back against the wall, legs crossed, head hanging. you explain everything to him and it’s hard to remember that all of this happened just a few hours ago. the lunch, the weird thing atsumu said to you, the hurt that you noticed on his face, the note he left you, the cactus, your feelings every step of the way.

by the end of it your head is on maki’s pillow facing maki whose head is also on his pillow and he has the slightest, feather-like, ghosting touch on your hip and you’re slowly forgetting the distress you were in earlier. maki’s always had that effect on you, really.

“you’re welcome to stay over until-,” he starts, but you cut him off, shaking your head.

“no, i have to…,” you pause. have to what? “i have to do it, stay over at my own place and stuff. i can’t keep hiding at yours every time something happens,” you reason, and it feels good coming out of your mouth. it feels like progress. “i will take you up on that offer tonight, obviously, because i’m not moving from this very spot.” there isn’t much space between the two of you, but you’re determined for their to be none, scooching closer, forehead resting on his shoulder.

“tomorrow night i’ll sort myself out, wear headphones or something, i don’t know.” as you shrug, your arm moves against his, just another reminder of how close you are to him.

the two of you sit in silence for a minute and it’s nice to be able to not feel like you have to keep talking in an attempt to feel better. you pull back, just a few inches, to look at him, “but it’s nice that you’d let me stay here indefinitely,” you smile, a real smile, a lightness returning again if only for a moment.

he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead. “unfortunately,” he jokes, “i would do just about anything for you, so.”

“i think that’s pretty fortunate for me,” you laugh softly, and you really do mean it.

/++/

you make true to your promise. the next day you stay in despite how much you want to leave your room and go anywhere else.

> maki ♡ / 12:32 am > futon/bed is open if tonight’s too much btw

< 12:32 am < should be okay < but ty < will update you tomorrow < wish me luck

> maki ♡ / 12:33 am > nah > you don’t need it

the anticipation is almost worse than it just happening. you wait and wait and wait for the inevitable noise to come, but it doesn’t. by 1 am you’re wondering why you just haven’t gone to sleep yet. by 2 am you know that it’s because you want to know if something is going to happen. by 3 am you can barely keep your eyes open and he’s done it again, inadvertently fucked up your sleep schedule.

two more nights go by and nothing, both peaceful, quiet nights that you would’ve killed for at the beginning of the semester. now even these feel sour.

it really can’t get any worse than this.

/++/

> miya atsumu / 11:23 am > are you avoiding me?

shit.

in the span of these three anticipatory days, you hadn’t seen atsumu, not in the hallway or around campus. that could potentially have been on account of you not being in your dorm building except to sleep and avoiding common student areas like the plague. potentially.

you weren’t necessarily avoiding him, just the places where you had the highest chance of running into him. there’s a difference.

< 12:01 pm < lol no

> miya atsumu / 12:03 pm > prove it. let’s go get lunch

shit.

/++/

you get there first, set out a small blanket in the far corner past the busy areas around the student union. of course you agreed to go and of course you felt like you might puke but you couldn’t just avoid him for the rest of the year and the longer you waited, the worse it would get.

at least you had time to prepare yourself, fiddled with the lunch that you had grabbed, told yourself everything would probably be fine, tried to anticipate whatever his reaction would be to how awkward you were inevitably about to be. you try to keep your head down, like you couldn’t care less about when he’s coming, paying attention to your phone. this, of course, just means that his voice, all the way from across the lawn, scares the shit out of you.

“i can’t believe you tried to ghost me,” he says loudly, voice traveling, catching the attention of a few too many people, completely negating the quietness of the spot you’ve chosen, arm outstretched, pointer finger perfectly in your direction as he closes the distance between the two of you. “after i watched your plants, bought you lunch, got you a cactus?”

shit shit shit shit shit shit. if it were anyone else, there would be a moment of fear, of terror, like you’ve certainly fucked something up, but with atsumu that wasn’t the case. his tone is light, perfectly airy, really, harboring a teasing nature that means the difference between fake annoyance and real. and there’s laughter bubbling up from your stomach, taking over the pit that has been sitting there since you first got his text message.

you really try not to let him win, to let him back into your good graces as easily as you’re about to. though, you’re actually not sure he’s done anything wrong in the first place, not when you’re the one that basically turned him down, not vice versa. he’s still here, still trying to be your friend, still making an effort.

“i know where you live,” he shouts.

just like before, you feel all of your resolve slipping away. your lips upturn, smile wide as you let the laughter come in waves, clutching at your stomach when the feeling doesn’t stop for some reason. he takes a seat beside you, “come on, yn, people are staring. it wasn’t that funny,” he smirks.

still throwing tiny flirts and inside jokes in your direction.

he’s looking gorgeous yet again. you only notice it, unfortunately, when he’s sitting right next to you, shoulder pressed up against yours, stealing a grape from your fruit cup. he’s to blame, really, for looking that good stealing your food.

“i’m sorry i’ve been absent the past couple of days,” you say, and you mean it too much to care about how genuine it sounds in comparison to your typical taunting.

you wait for him to keep it up, the poking fun, or at the very least ask you why you were gone, all outcomes that you really didn’t want to deal with. instead, however, he takes another piece of fruit from the plastic cup, “no sweat.” he shrugs, “just don’t do it again.”

you exhale something adjacent to a laugh, “alright, yeah, deal.”

he reaches over once more, hand open and moving towards your fruit cup. you smack his shoulder, “oh my god, get your own.” it’s effortless, the playfulness that comes out of you, and it’s making you feel like the past three days never even happened. he pauses and looks like he’s deep in thought.

“nah,” he reaches forward again. this time a smack doesn’t do it, because despite you hitting his hand, wrist, forearm, wherever you can reach, multiple times, he just keeps pushing forward. there might be a metaphor somewhere there.

you grab onto his arm, “are you kidding?” it takes more of your strength than you’re willing to admit, wrapping both arms around his bicep and trying to pull him away, but he just keeps on. “i paid 5 whole dollars for that,” you groan, voice strained by the effort of your attempts as you practically crawl on top of him. he pulls his arm back further like it’s nothing at all to counteract the weight of your entire body on his arm, laughing as he does so. you make one final attempt, springing forward.

“‘tsumu, seriously.”

and then he stops, blush spreading across his nose and cheeks. he clears his throat, doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s staring at you and you’re 100% certain that his blush is contagious. you don’t know whether to tease him or apologize or just carry on. you let your arms hang around his, knees on either side of his thigh.

eventually, you lean back into the balls of your feet, creating a bit more distance between the two of you slowly. it’s like your movement made the moment real, made it come back to life. he smiles, shakes his head. “you’re something else, you know that?”

all you can do is smile proudly, still frozen in this position and a tiny part of you, the smallest goddamn bit, wishes that there was something off about the interaction, but you can’t find a single bitter feeling anywhere.

/++/

that night, you hear it. the second that it starts, you’re worried that it’s going to send you back into whatever that was again, but the only worrying that you actually end up doing is worrying about worrying. the thumping is soft. even in your bed, you can barely hear it. most of the time it fades into the background and only once every few minutes are you reminded that it’s even happening.

still, you’re convinced that any minute now all of that is going to change, the pace is going to pick up, the noises are going to get louder, you just know it.

and then you fall asleep. during the lull between soft reminders, you drift off and in the morning you don’t really know what to feel. you just feel… normal?

you spend all morning worrying, then, that this normal is a false sense of security, that it’s going to start a weird cycle where you ditch atsumu for three days straight again, but while you’re getting ready, atsumu knocks on your door and offers to walk you to class even though his class doesn’t start until 10 and is on the other side of campus just because you mentioned that you get lonely on your 9 am walks in a passing text message during spring break.

the two of you walk to your class and atsumu tells you to meet him for lunch and you’re looking forward to it. you’re not even thinking about last night. maybe that’s because last night wasn’t too disruptive, but even still, you don’t spend the next nights waiting for something to happen. it just feels normal.

it’s much less frequent than before, still happening every few days, but not nearly as often as before you knew him. though, you traded constancy for knowing him. it didn’t matter how far between those nights were, they were different now. not completely, of course. you still drowned it out with your headphones, still went to go study instead of just sitting around and dealing with it, but it was the times that you didn’t leave that were really different.

before you used to just get annoyed at every noise that wasn’t a bedpost against your shared wall. the thumping was bad, but at least it was consistent. the squeaking, the moans, the muffled voices, now they weren’t just annoying. now you could see everything so clearly in your head. you had a face, a body, a personality to attribute to these actions.

every time these thoughts would start and your imagination wandered, you curbed it quickly. you didn’t let yourself indulge in them, only got so far as to tilt your head and listen closer one time. it felt like a breach of privacy, like you were betraying trust he didn’t even know he was instilling in you.

the sounds were easy enough to ignore, sure, but the feeling of the wall against your shoulder? that was a little harder to feign oblivion to. the thumping was sending waves through your entire body and even though you weren’t listening, you could picture it so clearly in your head, not the rhythm, but his rhythm. the abstracts of these actions were becoming so human, so atsumu.

when you close your eyes you can see him, but you don’t see him over his shoulder or like a movie, no. you see him like you’re underneath him, like you’re the one making him shake the wall. you take a deep breath, hands moving on their own as they pull your headphones off, setting them on your side table so gently, like if you were too rough, atsumu would be able to hear you.

your heart is beating so violently against your chest and there is a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that this is probably a bad idea, but you can hear him now, muffled but still audible, the groans and deliberate small praises. you slide your palm over your neck, squeezing gently, following your body down, digging your own nails into your collarbones, skimming over your chest. if you weren’t so aware that these noises had been going on for some time already, you might have teased yourself a bit more, let you feel yourself a bit more, but his moans are getting more desperate and you can’t hold yourself back.

your hand is slow as it moves between your legs, two fingers slipping between your lips and you’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are already. whoever else is in that room is sobbing, crying out his name and it’s not your voice, but you imagine that it is, like you’re the one he’s turned into this babbling mess.

you push two fingers inside of yourself and it’s not enough, not big enough, not long enough, but it’ll do for now. you move your fingers in time with the thumping against the wall, getting faster when he does.

“yeah? is it good?” he says, words punctuated by a faster pace. “tell me how good it is.”

“‘s so good,” you say under your breath, shoving another finger inside of yourself, other hand digging into the fat of your hip just like you’re imagining atsumu would.

“reach down and rub that fucking clit,” he groans through gritted teeth, the banging of the wall getting a bit less consistent. “fuck, that’s good.”

you move your other hand down, rubbing small circles into your clit as you finger yourself as fast as his pace is letting you. a whine is trapped in your throat, coming out in the form of a small, low hum as you roll your hips onto your fingers.

“deeper, atsumu, deeper, please,” you hear someone cry.

you know that you should probably feel jealous, and you do, but more than anything you feel yourself flood, your entire body warm as your sloppy hole quivers around your own fingers, around atsumu’s cock. you feel delusional.

“not yet. not until ya’ve earn it,” he growls, “tighten that pussy around me. milk my cock.” the moan tears out of you without warning, throaty and taken, barely audible, mouth agape as you tighten around your own fingers. it’s not just what he’s saying, it’s how he sounds while he’s saying it, that fucking accent - thicker and stronger than any other time you’ve heard it. you’re shaking, your own mind deceiving you, telling you that one day you’ll coax it out of him, take him so well that you can barely fucking understand him.

you’re so close, so fucking close, but you don’t want to finish until he has, want to hear him as he comes, pay close attention to what he sounds like so you can play it on repeat everytime you fuck yourself

“good girl,” he says, and it’s like it was made for you.

you’re whispering thank yous under your breath. you’re convinced he can hear them, that he knows how grateful you are for them. “gonna come,” you warn him.

“‘m almost there, fuck,” he grunts and the wall shakes harder, harsher. “fuck.” his voice is throaty. his breathing is labored, heavy. and then the walls stop shaking. a single strangled moan rips from atsumu, a string of mumbles and obscenities that you can’t really make out follow and you come all over your fingers, fucking yourself through your orgasm as your walls flutter around your all-too-small fingers.

you pull your hands from between your legs, resting them at your side, chest rising and falling so heavily that you’re surprised you’re still conscious. fuck, you were going to need a minute to recover.

she obviously is not given that luxury. you hear some murmurs and mumbles, hear the bed groan, keys jingle, and a door open and then immediately shut. if you wanted to, you could go over there right now and see exactly what he looks like after something like that, but you can’t really move, couldn’t get up from your bed let alone put proper clothes on and walk over there despite how tempting that sounds.

after everything clears, you’re waiting for the regret to sink in, for the guilt to take its place, but it doesn’t. sure, it feels a bit taboo, but if you really regretted it, you wouldn’t have kept doing it. you wouldn’t have kept listening, kept masturbating to it, wouldn’t have stayed up waiting for it to happen.

and you’re not sure if it’s a good or a bad thing, how easy it was for you to face him during the day, to ask him how his nights were and to flirt with him in the same way that you used to. your relationship stays the same, good, great even. you continue to hang out just as much as you used to despite the fact that you knew things about him and his sex like that maybe you shouldn’t have known.

you learned things, patterns, kinks, all because atsumu was perfectly inconsiderate, maybe cluelessly oblivious.

it wasn’t just the one time that she left minutes after everything was said and done, it was every time. in fact, if you really wanted to, you could, without even listening for the click of the door, go over there without catching her just on the basis of how consistent it was.

you knew that he loved to hear his own name during sex, moaned and panted and screamed and whined. he asked for it frequently, for them to call out his name, always seemed to be motivated by it.

you knew that he loved to be deep throated, but that no one could really take him as deep as he wanted to go. you wouldn’t admit to anyone the lengths you’ve gone to attempt it, even bought a new dildo just to open up your throat and to reach deeper and stretch you wider than your fingers could now. it felt so good, reached so deep. you could picture it as atsumu’s, use it whenever he boasted about how deep he was inside of you, how big his cock was, how well you took him.

you knew that his head is sensitive, could tell exactly when someone was paying extra attention to it based on his whimpers alone. you knew that there was one time that he got fingered and you have never heard him react so much to one thing. you knew that he loved to come deep inside, would ask if he could between sweet kisses, and when he got a positive response, he was gone in seconds.

you knew that he loved dirty talk, though most of his partners usually left that up to him. the stunned silence that dirty talking right back could result in is something that didn’t happen enough, not when he was so fucking good. he deserved it all and thensome. he deserved everything that he wanted all at once, wrapped up in a neat little bow.

and it just kept happening, this weird cycle of finding out more and more about atsumu’s sex life intercut with the two of you casually hanging out finding out more and more about atsumu’s life life.

but sometimes the stars would align, sometimes they had a hand in each other in ways that you could have never even dreamed of.

/++/

“do you have lunch plans, because you do now,” atsumu says in one quick string, jogging to catch up with you when he spots you on campus on his walk back to the dorm.

“i actually already do have lunch plans,” you say, “but if i didn’t-.”

he cuts you off, face twisting into evident confusion, “just cancel them and come hang out with me instead.”

“no can do,” you say, shaking your head for emphasis, “i’ve bailed on them like three times already i think….” you pause, counting on your fingers, “for you. every time.”

“great, so one more isn’t that big of a deal,” he says, still walking along with you as you walk towards your rendezvous spot.

you laugh, “you know i think your persistence is cute, but it’s just not going to work this time.”

“but i don’t have lunch plans,” he complains.

“you could come have lunch with us,” you offer. you’re not sure if he’s going to go crazy for the idea, but at least it might be better than eating alone.

“yea, right,” atsumu furrows his eyebrows, “i don’t think so. your friends don’t like me very much.”

“you’ve never even hung out with them,” you reason.

“i met your one friend that one time and i don’t think he likes me,” atsumu replies and despite the fact that you’re still walking towards lunch with your friends and despite the fact that he knows that, he’s still following alongside you.

“i don’t think you liked him very much,” you retort.

atsumu’s silence seems like a pretty strong tell, but then he speaks up, “yn, he called me the volleyball guy.”

“that’s a compliment, probably.”

“ha ha,” atsumu fakes.

“come on,” you say, taking his hand in yours and dragging him along, “let’s go have lunch with my friends, tsumu.”

he narrows his eyes at you, mouth about to open to protest, but he just can’t. “i never should have told you how i feel about that nickname.”

“well, then i’d never use it,” you point out.

he’s quiet for a beat. “yea, no, that’s much worse.”

/++/

when you approach the picnic table, atsumu’s hand in yours, oikawa is the first person to notice you, shooting a questioning look your way without notifying the rest of the guys who are arguing over god knows what. be cool, you mouth. the smile on oikawa’s face doesn’t exactly read cool, it reads more mischievous.

you absolutely made a mistake.

“yn-chan!” oikawa gets up, yanking iwaizumi up with him and moving around to the other side of the table with matsukawa.

“what- what are you doing?” iwa asks, very evidently confused as to why oikawa is disrupting him in the middle of a heated argument. “yn can sit by issei, why are-.”

he’s not.

“no! it’s okay! maki’s saved you a seat,” oikawa explains, waving both you and iwa off.

the argument ceases, attention turns to you as a broad topic, but the focus is absolutely on the interlocked fingers between you and atsumu. now you have to make the choice to drop his hand or be confident about it and you’re not sure you can do either one. and, on top of that, worry about the fact that you’ve really just brought atsumu into the foxes den without even thinking.

though, atsumu never does leave you hanging. and, like always, he usually does surprise you.

atsumu tightens his grip on your hand, holding tight as he picks his arm up and throws it around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. you know that he’s soaking in the expressions that it’s elicited. slight tinge of anger on one, confusion on another, surprise on another. you just wish that you could somehow warn him about oikawa’s look of confounded vex.

“atsumu’s going to be joining us for lunch if that’s cool,” you say, not waiting for a response as you sit down next to hanamaki. you assume it’s going to be weird, moving in time with atsumu draped on your shoulder, but he follows your lead. when you’re both sitting on the bench, he withdraws his arm, placing both forearms on the table after offering a small wave.

oikawa, you knew, could infer without even knowing his name, maki’s already met him, but you’re not sure that issei and hajime are completely understanding the extent of what’s happening, why oikawa is on offense right now.

“so, how do you know yn?” oikawa asks, an iced coffee straw between his teeth.

“well, we met because we live next to each other, but now we’re best friends,” atsumu explains and you don’t have to look at maki to know he wants to hit him right now.

but this question wasn’t to provoke maki; it was to silently explain to the other people at the table what exactly was happening. iwa and issei instantly look gobsmacked. you don’t even know if they try to stop it, but if they do, they’re doing a terrible job.

“ah! that’s right!” oikawa chirps, “that neighbor we’ve heard all about.”

everyone is quiet for a second, waiting to see how atsumu will respond, but he doesn’t give oikawa nearly enough of a reaction. “well, i’m oikawa, this is iwa-chan, matsukawa, and you already know maki. of course, you know maki. anyone who knows yn knows maki.”

“yeah, we’ve met,” maki responds, smiling at oikawa’s description of him, “how’s volleyball?”

you shoot oikawa a warning glare as iwaizumi and issei start a conversation with atsumu about volleyball. watch it, you mouth. oikawa just looks confused, but you catch the slight smile that he throws in maki’s direction.

the conversations are split now. atsumu is talking to iwa and issei, conversation shifting from volleyball to iwaizumi’s goals for the future in athletic training. even with all of the shenanigans that oikawa’s already executed, atsumu is deep in thoughtful conversation with half of your friend group and if it isn’t making your heart swell up for some reason.

you lower your voice for only the otherside of the table to hear, “if you don’t knock it off…”

“then what, yn?” oikawa smirks.

“i’m going to bring hajime into this,” you narrow your eyes. it’s always a gamble bringing up hajime with oikawa. sometimes it works like a charm, a perfect pacifier to a fired up oikawa, but sometimes it backfires, just driving oikawa in the exact opposite direction of where you’re trying to get him to go. maybe you shouldn’t have bet on hajime today.

“no one likes a tattletail,” oikawa whispers, “you’ll see.”

the anticipation is back, something that you really didn’t want to return for a while. you’ve had enough of it this semester if you’re being honest. atsumu stays, thankfully, paying attention to his half of the table, laughing along with the two men about whatever they’re talking about while you face maki.

he’s not necessarily talking to you about anything in particular, just about his day and updating you on the situation with one of his old coworkers, telling jokes and just being maki. when he mentions something stupid, something unreasonably funny, it takes you by surprise, letting your head fall and clash against maki’s shoulder, holding the other one in your hand as laughter bellows from the two of you as if you were alone.

all at once, you’re taken out of the moment as you feel a hand rest on your thigh, long fingers spanning over the fabric of your skirt, curling around the hem. you slowly bring your head up, arm still resting on maki’s other shoulder and maybe this was oikawa’s plan all along, to get you to sit between maki and atsumu and feel it as much as you’re feeling it right now.

if only that were the case.

oikawa butts in on atsumu, matsukawa, and iwaizumi’s conversation, completely disregarding whatever they’re talking about. “hajime and i are together,” oikawa says, throwing his arm around iwaizumi’s shoulder, pulling him closer in a very familiar way.

“oh, that’s great,” atsumu says, evidently confused at the relevance and the disruption.

iwaizumi grabs oikawa’s wrist, throwing it off of him, “you’re being weird, kawa. you don’t even put your arm around me, i put my arm around you if anything-”

oikawa ignores him completely, “you know, that reminds me of something!” he points repetitively at atsumu as if he’s remembering something for the first time that he has to blurt out or he’ll never remember it again. he leans forward like he’s telling a secret.

no.

“y’know, maki and yn used to date,” oikawa says in a tone that you would use to tell someone a fun fact. atsumu stills, hand withdrawing from your lap as he turns to face the two of you. your hand is lingering on maki’s shoulder and you don’t want to move it because then it seems suspicious.

you turn to face atsumu, letting your hand drop from maki’s shoulder. you can’t read the expression on atsumu’s face again. you’re not a fan of that feeling.

“really?” is all atsumu asks, nothing more.

you clear your throat, “yeah, during freshman and sophomore year when all of us became friends in the first place.”

“hm,” he hums, and everyone is just waiting for something more, a bigger reaction, a scoff, a confrontation.

but atsumu never does leave you hanging. and, like always, he usually does surprise you.

atsumu snakes his arm around your waist, protective grasp punctuated by his fingertips digging into your side, the pads of his fingertips brushing against your skin as he pushes them under your loose shirt. he pulls you closer to him, slides you across the bench, away from maki, your side now pressed up against his. “yeah, but you’re just friends now, so,” atsumu shrugs and continues on with his conversation that oikawa interrupted previously.

maki and oikawa look more shocked than atsumu did. there’s a slight trace of annoyance on oikawa’s features, but maki’s is just complete shock, not animosity, just shock.

the rest of lunch goes by without another oikawa fueled hitch.

/++/

today could’ve gone a lot differently.

if oikawa wasn’t oikawa and atsumu wasn’t atsumu then it would’ve gone very differently, you’re sure. one very important difference being that you wouldn’t be here, in bed, about to fall asleep only to be woken up to that familiar sound. or, at the very least, if things would’ve gone much differently you would’ve felt too bad, too awkward, too guilty to pull the dildo from your bedside table even though you really had no intention of fucking yourself tonight.

you liked these nights the most, the ones where you were able to take it all in, tease yourself just like you’re sure he was teasing her. you could listen and be patient and follow along so nicely, but you don’t get that same luxury tonight. it’s all very quick, very fast paced and atsumu is being uncharacteristically quiet.

when he slips inside of her, you can hear the snag in his breath, and you mimic it, pushing the dildo inside of you. then you feel the vibrations. you really feel the vibrations, harder than you’ve ever felt that. it doesn’t feel like just your wall is shaking, it feels like your whole room is shaking, it’s harsh.

“fuck, is that good?” atsumu asks, the first thing he’s said all night and you can’t believe how much you missed his voice. mmhm, you whine. you can’t make the dildo fuck you as fast and as hard as you know atsumu is going right now. your arm won’t move that fast, not while feeling the stroke of his entire cock. it’s not as good as he is and you know it.

“tell me,” atsumu huffs, and usually it’s muffled, but you feel like you can hear it clear as day, right in your ear, “tell me i’m the best you’ve ever had.” your hand stops, motions cease. did you hear him correctly? it sounded so clear, you can’t be mistaken. maybe you’re making things up or putting meaning to things that aren’t really like that. you shake it off, hand moving again trying to match his speed.

he’s already out of breath, panting, and you’re realizing that the reason you haven’t been able to really hear her is because she hasn’t stopped making noise this whole time, a low, monotonous crying that hasn’t changed a bit.

“tell me,” he says, voice just as harsh as his movements.

“fuck, atsumu, you’re the best i’ve ever had.” you can’t imagine it’s not the truth. the same sentence falls out of your mouth.

“yeah? i’m better than him?” he asks, groans getting more possessive, pleas getting more desperate. he can’t even wait for her to respond, needs to hear it now. “tell me, fuck, tell me i’m better than him.” you can’t breathe. it’s not a coincidence. it can’t be. you’ve listened to atsumu have sex enough times to know that this isn’t just some kink thing that he likes. this is pointed. this is fueled. and you know exactly by what.

she listens quickly, which is fair considering that this is probably the best she’s ever felt, despite not really understanding what he’s asking her to say, “you’re so much better than him. fuck, you’re so good, atsumu.”

“yea? ‘m bigger than him, make you feel so much better than him,” atsumu groans, no longer asking, room shaking as he chases his high, “fuck need to fill you, please, fuck.”

“yes, fuck, fill me.”

“gonna fill you so full, make you feel so much fuller than he can, every drop just for you,” he whines. shit, you wanted to hear those whines in your dreams.

“every drop for me,” you whimper, pumping the cock in and out of you, clenching around the thickness, so fucking close despite the few times you couldn’t help but stop.

“just for you, -” he grunts, pretty little scream hitting him and you’re sure that tonight wasn’t just incredible for whoever he was inside of right now. it’s not the scream that sends you over the edge, but the beginning sounds of your name that fall from his tongue but are quickly cut short.

you push the dildo out of the way, body and mind exhausted by whatever just fucking happened. you count the seconds until this person is gone from atsumu’s room. the lock clicks, door opens, then slowly shuts. in the quiet of the aftermath, you hear a heavy sigh and a loud, “fuck!” followed by another softer sigh.

maybe you had more of an effect on him than you thought.

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eternalsdiary · 3 months

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#HIS FINGERS

pairing: suna x reader

tags: smut, fingering, haikyuu

Suna was always polite and loving toward you, caressing your skin and hair whenever you were in need of comfort. "Need me to make you feel better princess?" He would ask, pressing against you in the bed.

You had recently been fired from your job, due to an incident where the boss tried to come onto you, and you rejected him because you were with Suna. You told Suna right away, and he wanted to confront the boss, but you told him not to. "If I can't help you that way, then how can I make you feel better?" he asks with a pout.

Suddenly, you find yourself two fingers full, back arched as he finger fucks you into your sheets. Your hands balled into fists as you grip anything around you. "Aw, just wanna make you feel better baby." His rough fingers filling you up just right, hitting spots inside you that your fingers could never hit. Your whines filling his ears, your body moving with his fingers.

"Gonna cum for me baby? Cum around my fingers for me?" You nod, panting and whining into the covers, your legs giving out but he holds you up nicely. "So close...!" You say, your voice muffled. "Go ahead pretty, let it out f'me." He smiles sweetly, curling his fingers just right to hit the gushy spot in your core. Finally, your legs snap closed, your body shakes, and a loud scream of his name leaves your throat.

"D'you feel better baby, or do you still need me to make you feel better?" Suddenly you found yourself positioned over his face, his tongue sticking out as he forced your body down onto his mouth.

"I think you still need some more comfort."

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jamminlocks · 1 month

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Oikawa x reader summer fling fic where you and oikawa were classmates in aoba josai for three years, not being really close but kinda friendly. Years later, Oikawa meets the second familiar face on another visit in Brazil again and, lo and behold, it's you, who had a lovely glow up since high school. He catches up with you, feeling comfortable speaking japanese to someone again, and reminiscence about the pass, maybe getting a little too cozy with each other. He takes you out to drink and have fun. But a few drinks and dancing in, it becomes very apparent to the both of you that you're really into each other. So oikawa asks if you'd like to hang out until tomorrow. He crashes at the place you're staying, makeout and have the steamiest sex for hours

#i dont have time to write this so here's a spoiler filled summary #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu x yn #hq x yn #oikawa x y/n #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa smut

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night-dazai · 3 months

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You and your enemies to friends (to lovers 🫣💋) Tsukishima are both graduations and both leaving to different colleges. There’s always been tension but with the fact you might never see each other again it drives you crazy. Kisses and love making ensues 💕

Tsukishima X Reader

Fuff, sweet .

It was a “the day” , graduation, all parents present , friends saying their good byes. The whole educational ground was filled with people but here you stood in the corner of one building after talking to your parents “ should i do it ?” you thought.

Its has been 5 years , 5 whole years of rivalry sometimes you got the first rank and sometimes him , the man knew how to piss you off “ oh , is that talk all for nothing ?” he would look down at you smirking while you held your paper .

But that does not mean there was not tension , a driver for you to work harder and harder “ i did that assignment the day we got it “ he told and the next assignment you got was in a few hours , test he got first rank , next test you ace it .

He has always been a good rivig force for you but sadly it comes to an end today “ i got into XXX university “ he told you. You stood still staring at him for a few seconds before congratulating and running out .

You got into YYY university and thats where you wanted to go, its your dream for years yet, you felt like you will something very valuable here and so thats why you stood right out the classroom waiting for Tsukishima to finish talking to his friends .

Once all his friends were out you walked in closing the door “ y/n” he said turning “ i ..” you said stopping dead in your tracks. Words were at the tip of your tongue but did not come out “ they were stuck “ you thought .

Before you could think he held your face bringing it up he joined your lips . Eyes widening in shock you stood still feeling his soft pink lips . Desperation filled his eyes licking he asked for permission, wrapping your arms around his neck you let him.

It was a solid minute before you left each other panting “ sorry ..” he said looking awkward now . Tears welled in your eyes “why..?” you mummer “ i.. We can not see each other for a long tim-” you crashed your lips again on his swigging your body at him .

Tsukishima lost his balance for a second but reimagined it “Every weekend date?” you asked hiding your face at the crock of his neck . Laughing he gently patted your hair “ is that all you give me ? Horrible “ he said as you both stood there hugging each other.

It was not the greatest confession no there was no confession; both of you said at the same time “I LOVE YOU “ smiling.

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Idc y’all… Bokuto likes thicc women.

When you’re out and about, his hand always be on your waist, thumb running along the curve and occasionally squeezing the meat when he’s feeling possessive as others stare at you.

He’s your biggest hype man, the first comments you get on Instagram are from him and his absolutely suggestive words. He just finds you so delicious, and he’s about to make that everyone’s problem.

When you’re shopping, oh baby you’re leading the way, and he follows like an obedient little mutt, carrying your bags and sitting in the dressing room for you to come out and strut your sexy ass around, practically salivating when something hugs your ass and curves a little too tight.

He’s so obsessed with you it’s almost refreshing, he’s always opening doors and buying you the most beautiful flowers and jewelry, you tease him and tell you he’s basically a sugar daddy, to which he shrugs and says “it’s a life I’m willing to live for you, babydoll.” “And they say chivalry is dead.”

He loves tossing you around like a rag doll when you’re intimate, relishing in the gasps you send him each and every time. He loves sinking his teeth into your plush body, marking your stomach and thighs with hickeys that last far too long.

If anyone dare and I do mean dare look at you in any way other than absolute respect, be it judgmental or creepy, he’s jamming his tongue down your throat and keeping eye contact with whoever dare disrespect his beautiful lady.

Of course he sees Atsumu’s eyes dance over your body at sponsor events. And naturally, hinata is the first one to turn and look when you’re cheering for them. Even Sakusa has bought you a drink or two, but he’s proud of it; he knows you’re too sexy for your own good, and he knows you wear it like a badge of honor, and so long as your eyes show hearts for him and him alone, he’s got no problem in flaunting you to his boys.

He can’t help that he scored an absolute queen; who would he be to keep you all to himself and not let you be worshipped like the goddess you are?

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coconutperfume · 1 year

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╰┈➤ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 would whine his heart out while fucking you, no words can describe the types of noises he makes!

╰┈➤ He's pistoning out of you, over-stimming himself to the point his tip is so red and abused, but he doesn't care how much it hurts, he just wants to keep fucking you.

╰┈➤ It doesn't matter how fucked out you are, begging bo to stop because your little pussy can't take it anymore :(

╰┈➤ "You're doing so good for me baby, just o-one more for me please baby just one more."

╰┈➤ He feels you clench on him when you're about to cum and it just makes him go crazyyy.

╰┈➤ He starts pounding you harder letting out whinish moans wanting to cum.

╰┈➤ In the midst of your orgasm bo starts to cum and it is the prettiest sight! His whines and him spanking your ass is the hottest thing ever while he's cumming!

╰┈➤ he pulls out of your sopping pussy only to see his cum seep out of you which immediately makes him hard again.

╰┈➤ I don't think he meant it when he asked for just one more?

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔 makes the prettiest angelic moans!

╰┈➤ He's shoving your head down his cock, pulling your hair, moaning at how good you're taking his dick.

╰┈➤ Tooru is going at a brutal pace and you are honestly not sure if you can keep up!

╰┈➤ His moans and praises make your panties so wet! you can't help how turned on you get sucking his pretty cock!

╰┈➤ Toorus moans when he's cumming will FOREVER have an effect on you. They are just so angelic and melodic it can LITERALLY make you cum IMMEDIATELY!!!

╰┈➤ "You did so fucking good for me princess"

╰┈➤ this has you MELTING

╰┈➤ His hand is on your throat pulling you up to kiss you, ever so lovingly.

╰┈➤ You can't wait for the noises he'll make when he's inside you!

bokuto can fuck me up idc

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #tooru oikawa x reader #tooru oikawa smut #bokuto smut #bokuto kotaro smut #female reader #x yn

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shellz-ishere · 2 years

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Bokuto is the type to let you do what u want to him for 5minutes and then go absolutely insane. Filthy whimpers and begging for you to let him out of the handcuffs you tied him up to. One arm each on the headboard. Whining and pleading for you to let him out so he can properly pleasure you. Just like only he can.

You know you seriously fucked up teasing him too much is the moment his pleads die down and he gets super quiet.

Thats when his hips start moving on auto-pilot and he absolotely rams. Your. Shit. You wont underestimate his strength either when he breaks the beds headboard to hold your hips and properly fuck up into you.

No begging and pleading for you. Only sobs and screams of pleasure.

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rintarousgirl · 9 months

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i wanna be yours - TEASER

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know, the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

- some things to know :

this is not a smau au! or well, it is in a way. there will be bits where it is a smau but every chapter has primarily written parts !

there will be nsfw, but not in great detail

the first chapter is aimed to come out this friday & i’ll try for updates every few days!

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asena-graywolf · 6 months

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Click here for Part 1

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Sex Sessions II

You were still thinking about what happened yesterday with Nishinoya. Thinking back to every second of the pleasure you felt made your heart pound. And you wanted even more. Nishinoya hadn't taken your virginity yet. But at this rate, it was only a matter of time before he took your virginity.

Even though it was a total embarrassment that your boyfriend got too carried away and vomited, you were like the stars of the porn movie you both starred in.

The rain had just stopped. You were watching the hazy and gloomy weather from the window. You were dreaming of doing much more with Nishinoya, watching the view outside.

You felt the phone in your hand vibrating in your palms. When you looked at the screen, you saw a message from Nishinoya.

Come to my house in half an hour. I am waiting for you

He put a heart emoji at the end of the message. You were already excited for what you were going to experience next.

You felt like you needed to do some preparation before the meeting. You were wearing a simple but comfortable underwear set. You changed your underwear to a set of underwear that makes you look sexier. This suit made your breasts look higher and your hips look much sexier. You never doubted that you could see your reflection in the mirror and impress Nishinoya this way. You wore stylish but comfortable clothes. Then you took your bag and jacket and left the house.

You walked straight to your boyfriend's house. When you got to the door, you hesitated a bit before knocking. You took a deep breath to feel ready and overcome your excitement. Immediately afterwards, you knocked on the door a few times. You heard footsteps walking towards the door from inside. Nishinoya quickly greeted you at the door.

''Welcome baby! Come inside, you'll be cold."

He let you in. You took off your shoes and jacket and went inside. Nishinoya gave you slippers

"Wear these" ''Thank you''

Nishinoya's house slippers looked pretty cute. Then he grasped your delicate fingers

"Come up. A suggestive smile appeared on his face as he said, "I have prepared a wonderful environment for the two of us."

You knew this smile and you already knew why he created such an environment. You held your boyfriend's hand and together you climbed the stairs and reached Nishinoya's room. Nishinoya opened the door of the room and showed the environment he had prepared.

The curtains of his room were closed, creating a dark environment. He had placed small colored lights around. It was like a room where the bride and groom would have their first sexual intercourse on the wedding night. After entering the room, you watched the surroundings with fascination.

''Wow! Noya! "It's great!" "I'm glad you liked it" he said and closed the door of the room behind you. ''Yes? Here we go if you'd like"

You turned your head towards your boyfriend and looked at him with a confused face.

"To what?" you asked

Nishinoya replied with a chuckle

'What will happen? Of course, to see porn"

Even if you thought for forty years, you would never have thought that you would receive such an offer from Nishinoya. Naturally, this offer caused you a small shock. The adrenaline that spread from the middle of your chest to the tips of your fingers and toes was as if it sent a low dose of electric current through your body.

''No kidding?''

"Of course I'm serious. "What did you think?" he mocked you.

"Oh Noya! I do not believe you. What do you do with porn?"

He came closer to you, held your hands and looked into your eyes.

"Believe me, darling, whenever I'm alone at home and dreaming of you, I put one of my porn CDs into the DVD player and watch it."

You were still trying to convince yourself that your boyfriend wasn't joking.

"Jeez! This must be a joke''

Nishinoya turned serious and raised the tips of his eyebrows.

''It's ain't a joke. "It's extremely real. Come on, sit down," he said, pointing to his bed.

You sat on the bed. Nishinoya began flipping through the stack of CDs next to his flat-screen television in his room. Since he has a porn collection, who knows what stash your boyfriend had.

You could tell he was getting impatient as he flipped through the CDs.

"Oh! Where's that?''

After some more searching, She found what she was looking for.

"There it is!" He made a confession to you as he leaned over to insert the CD into it's player.

“You know, Y/N? "You outshine all the girls in the porn I've watched so far."

You giggled in response to your boyfriend's compliment.

''Do you think like that? "I don't think I can even come close to them in terms of sex." "Believe me baby, after the amazing blowjob you gave me yesterday, I'm sure you can outshine the porn stars."

After inserting the CD, he pressed the play button

''Yes! "Let's get started," he said and got up from in front of the television he was squatting on and sat next to you.

You both held your breath the moment the movie started. You didn't want to stress yourself, but unfortunately you couldn't help it. In the first scene, the girl and the boy were kissing passionately. Nishinoya couldn't resist the demon inside him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and attempted to kiss you in the same way. But you retreated

"Oh! What are you doing?''

''None. I just wanted to kiss you"

"Don't you think you're being a little rushed?" "How am I here, can you kiss me again?"

Nishinoya held the back of your head and leaned his forehead against yours.

"I've been holding back since yesterday, y/n. I can not stand it anymore. Please allow me''

She started kissing your lips recklessly. He tried to touch his tongue to yours. After touching your tongue to his, you kept up with your boyfriend's rhythm. By moving your tongues quickly, you were exchanging DNA. You were occasionally sucking each other's tongues with your lips.

Your kiss lasted about three minutes. It was longer than a normal kiss. As your lips parted, you looked at the drool stretching between you. Both of your faces were red. Nishinoya was already sweating. You wiped a few drops of sweat from your forehead with your fingers.

"I see you're sweating already," you laughed at him.

"You're in such a hurry," you continued.

"I can't resist your charm," he replied to you. When you both turned your eyes to the screen, you regretted the scene you missed.

"God! See, y/n? "What did we miss?" said Nishinoya reproachfully.

While the man's passionate kissing continued, he noticed that the girl was wet and started fingering her. You were both watching this scene with rapt attention, as if you were hypnotized. While you stood there as an idol, Nishinoya, unlike you, was watching the movie drooling.

Even though you didn't move at all, you started to feel the moisture between your legs and the coming wetness. Even though you were stiff, this situation was affecting you too and your body was admitting that it wanted to be fingered and fucked like the girl in the movie.

Just as such a thought entered your mind, Nishinoya's hand found your leg. Goosebumps appeared on your skin as he ran his hand from your knee to your upper leg. He grasped your muscular hips and his fingers settled right between your legs.

He brought his lips close to your ear and whispered to you "Relax, baby. There is nothing. "Try to stay calm"

Then he put his tongue in your ear. His thrusting caused you to wet your panties intensely. You couldn't help the shiver that came over you. Nishinoya's fingers gently unbuttoned your pants and put the tips of his fingers inside your panties.

"Allow me. I need to know if you're ready. "You just watch the movie," he whispered into your ear and then tongued your neck.

When he licked your neck, you couldn't help but moan slightly. You obeyed your boyfriend and continued watching the movie without taking your eyes off the screen. The movie was getting hotter and hotter. The man had already started to fuck the girl mercilessly. The girl's moans of pain and pleasure increased your sexual desire.

As the man went in and out of the girl, "clacking" sounds could be heard.

Nishinoya gripped your neck tightly with his free hand. He stuck his lips to your neck and put his fingers inside your panties and pulled them down. You felt Nishinoya's fingers, hardened from hitting the volleyball, pressing against your sensitive clit, causing you to flinch.

Nishinoya was worried for a moment

''What happened?''

Your breathing and heartbeat accelerated

''That's nothing. You can go on''

Nishinoya lowered his fingers down to your wet vagina and rubbed it, spreading the wetness all over your pussy.

"My little princess was drenched. Open your legs! And don't cum! Okay? Because I haven't licked you yet like I said."

You opened your legs so he could finger you more easily. He was massaging you by moving his fingers back and forth between your vagina and clitoris. Waves of pleasure were forming in your lower abdomen and spreading throughout your body. You were getting ready to surrender yourself completely to Nishinoya. You were going crazy to open your legs for him, just like your vagina was going crazy.

You couldn't suppress your moans anymore. You closed your eyes and surrendered to the pleasure of being fingered

"Oh Noya! A little more!''

"How quickly you came to enjoy it. Don't ejaculate. "Or else I will kill you," he commanded you threateningly.

He squeezed your swollen clit with his index finger and thumb as he continued to finger you rapidly. When he squeezed your clitoris, you screamed with the pain and the pleasure of the pain.

''What happened? "Are you hurt, my sweet little whore?"

Nishinoya licked your face this time too. Your eyes were watery and a tear slipped down your face. He let go of your neck and pushed you onto the bed, giving you a clear command.

"Take off your clothes"

You obeyed your boyfriend's command without question. You took off your clothes and were left with the underwear you wore when you left the house. Nishinoya was speechless at your underwear.

"Oh! I don't believe! Y/n. Did you dress like this so that I wouldn't show you any mercy while I fucked you?"

"I thought you'd like it," you replied hesitantly.

''Fuck porn stars! You're gorgeous,honey" he said, drooling over you.

He reached for the remote control, pressed the power button and turned off the television. He helped you take off your bra and panties. He threw them aside. Now you were naked in front of him. Your full breasts were blowing Nishinoya's mind.

“Your breasts are much bigger and sexier than what I saw on camera. Can I have a bite of these plump grapes?"

“Of course,” you giggled.

He grabbed both of her breasts and bit her fullest part hard, just like biting an apple. You were hurt and you screamed

"Noya! You hurt!”

"Excuse me. They were so sweet. I couldn't stand it. "I want to devour you, y/n," he said, like a wild tiger hungrily eyeing its prey.

You chuckled and responded to his request.

'But this isn't fair. I'm naked, your clothes are still on"

"I'll take it off now. But before that, I want to lick you"

“I want to lick those appetizing abs and chest of yours too,” you said, indicating your willingness.

"Let me lick you first, then I'll let you lick me." "Lie down and open your legs"

You lie down in bed in a comfortable position and spread your legs wide open. Nishinoya's eyes were on her wet and shining pussy. She touched her hand to your wet slit with two fingers and sucked your wetness from her fingers.

"You taste so perfect. Like a strawberry. Did you eat too many strawberries?

"There was a time when I really wanted strawberries. That's why

"Look! Then let me taste it."

He lowered his head and attached his lips to your wet pussy. You shuddered when his tongue touched your skin. You pushed your head back, your toes curling upwards in pleasure.

But this was just the beginning. Nishinoya hasn't given you the real pleasure yet

The small strokes she made with her tongue then turned into brutal licking and sucking. He was sucking your clitoris like a vacuum and licking it up and down.

Every corner of your body was filled with pleasure. You felt pleasure in every inch of him. So much so that when you closed your eyes you could see stars.

Your moans and mumbles filled the room. Nishinoya was licking your wet pussy hungrily like he was licking ice cream.

As you felt dizzy with pleasure, your hand gripped your boyfriend's hair and you gripped his spiky hair tightly.

Nishinoya was out of breath

"God! It's like I'm in heaven. I have never tasted such a delicious pussy before. Like a honey box"

Then he asked you to get your consent

''Baby? "You don't mind if I put my tongue inside you a little bit, right?"

It drove you crazy that Nishinoya stopped for such a ridiculous question.

''Why did you stop? Of course not, Noya! Go on! Lick me! "Make me crazy with pleasure"

Your voice had risen. Your passion and enthusiasm Your presence also excited Nishinoya.

“What happened to the shy, innocent girl from the first time? Right now, there is a passionate, sexy and insatiable slut in front of me."

He buried his face between your legs again. This time, as he said, he stuck his tongue a little inside your pussy and continued to drink your juice. You were moaning loudly, pulling Nishinoya's hair, and opening your legs wider, unable to sit still because the pleasure you were feeling was driving you crazy.

You were just about to reach orgasm when Nishinoya stopped

"Oh Noya! Are you trying to drive me crazy? "I was just about to cum!" you reproached him.

''Did you forget? "I don't want you to cum!" he frowned, emphasizing the last sentence.

Then he took off his clothes and was left with only his boxers. She was showing you all her muscles and sexy body. You were so lucky to have a boyfriend who was both sweet and sexy even though he was small.

Nishinoya lay down on the bed and surrendered himself to you

"Come on, lick me baby. "Look, I went to bed"

The tenderness between your legs still hadn't gone away. You slowly got up and sat right on Nishinoya's dick. His boxers were stained with both your wetness and his drool.

You started from his neck and then left kisses on his chest and stomach. Just like you, Nishinoya had sensitive nipples. A moan escaped Nishinoya's lips as you gently squeezed them with your fingers.

When you went down to his groin, you started licking him from the middle of his stomach to his chest. Her skin was soft and smooth. You wanted to not only lick that breast, but also lie on it as a pillow.

Nishinoya continued to moan, hum, and occasionally grumble.

“You lick me so perfect. Go on baby''

Nishinoya moaned loudly as you licked from his stomach to his chest and then vacuumed and sucked on his nipples. She almost screamed

"I think this is your most sensitive point. "Is this where you get the most erection?" you laughed.

"Of course. What did you think?" he got angry at you for joking.

You were continuing to lick when Nishinoya stood up holding your shoulders.

''What happened? Why did we stop?

Nishinoya held his breath and looked at you with blinding lust.

"You are doing very well. But I…''

''Yes? You...?''

“I wanna fuck you on the floor, y/n.”

Your pupils dilated as if they were about to pop out of their sockets at this offer.

“W-What? Just a second…Why do we choose the floor when we have a bed?”

"I wanted to try a different fantasy. This time I won't pity you at all. "I will fuck you by making you scream and cry"

Nishinoya was very ambitious about it and you thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to try something new

You smiled looking at him

''It is possible. But I'm cold on the ground

Nishinoya leaned over and kissed your nose

''Don't worry. "I'll warm you up"

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It will be continue in Part 3

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not fair - ch5

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer...

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It’s one of those phone calls that you hope goes to voicemail.

Hey, Tadashi, just wanted to let you know that Kei and I were coming to get the car and boxes tomorrow. Sorry it’s been there for so long. That’s all it had to be. You’re repeating it in your head, waiting for the polite message and tone to come.

It doesn’t.

You don’t remember what Tadashi says when he answers the phone, don’t even know if he said anything at all. You pull the phone away from your ear, making sure that he didn’t answer and hang up or that the space between the rings isn’t just skipping. The numbers are counting up, seemingly slower than seconds typically pass by.

“Hey, Tadashi,” you start. You should have practiced or wrote a script or something, because any words, phrases, questions in your mind are gone now, leaving Tadashi to pick up the pieces once again.

If it weren’t for the tiny breath from the otherside of the phone, you might’ve hung up waiting for a response. He mutters your name first, practically lost by the hestiance and heaviness of the word. “Are you calling about coming to pick up your car?”

“Right, yea, I’m so sorry we left it there and haven’t, uh, been back to get it. We kinda just wanted to give you time because of everything and didn’t want to, yknow, rush anything or give you any trouble or-” you’re rambling on, nervous to stop. Kei rests his hand on your lower back just to let you know that he’s there.

“It’s fine, really, just, are you guys coming to pick it up?” he asks, interrupting your nervous spiel.

“Yes,” you reply, knowing that you have so much more to say, but not ready to say any of it. After being so intimate with him and Kei, you’d think that it would be easier to talk, like everything’s already been out on the table. It’s not until Kei raises his eyebrows, lets his thumb graze under your shirt and against your skin that you actually get the words out. “Do you think we could come in, too?”

Tadashi isn’t stupid. He has to know what you’re implying or, at the very least, know that the two of you want to talk with him. Kei is staring at you, the room is dead silent, and every second that Tadashi doesn’t answer is more confirmation that you’ve just made a fool of yourself.

You’re about to take it back, to backpedal without remorse in an attempt to salvage civility, but Tadashi clears his throat, unknowingly interrupting you. “Yeah, that would be okay.”

Almost too stunned to speak, you’re sure that the surprise was written across your face. “O-Okay, yeah.” It’s heavy in your throat, banging at the back of your teeth, you want to ask, clarify, make sure that you’re on the same page, but you also feel like you should quit while you’re ahead. Kei’s confusion turns to understanding when you give him a wide-eyed, short nod.

“Alright,” Tadashi replies, but still doesn’t hang up.

Tsukishima doesn’t grab the phone from you, but he talks loud enough for his voice to make it through the receiver. “Like last time?”

“Like last time,” Tadashi confirms quickly. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure, see you then,” you reply, “Looking forward to it, Dashi.” You can faintly hear the hitch in his breath followed by the low clear of his throat.

“Me too.” Click.

You bring the phone down from your ear. The weight on your chest isn’t as unbearable with the assumptions off the table. There’s still a lingering force quickening your heartbeat, but at least you can breathe for now.

“Thanks,” you say, looking up at Kei.

He shrugs. “That’s what I’m here for, bluntness.”

“And doing the hard things that I can’t,” you scoff.

He bends down, pressing a kiss onto your forehead and pushing your hair out of your face. “Definitely not all the time. It’s probably like half and half,” Kei says and then tilts his head, “Mm, maybe 60/40.”

You nod, “Yeah, but that seems pretty fair to me.” You pull back, wiping your palms on your pants. “I should bring the thing, right?”

“Why else did we buy it?”

“No, I know, I guess I’m just nervous,” you admit.

“No reason to be. You’ll be great and Tadashi will love it, you know that,” Kei reassures you.

In theory, you did know that. If you really thought about it, you knew that. The evidence backs it up, the reciprocation in excitement backs it up, and yet you can’t help but doubt the ideas that have been swarming your head since that night.

The entire walk to Tadashi’s feels heavy, steps dragging, bag weighted, Kei’s hand in yours evident. So many thoughts are taking place in your head. You try to rid them, but you can’t. The conversation from that night is on repeat in your mind. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe it’ll make you more decisive, maybe the repetition will hammer in these clouded thoughts.

You thought that the first time coming back felt weird, but coming back the second time comes with a mix of eerie comfort and looming taboo.

It’s a blur, really, Tadashi answering the door, inviting you inside. You remember the small things like taking off your shoes and placing them neatly next to the spot that you used to every single day and when you shake your head no at Tadashi politely asking if you want a glass of water or cup of tea. The rest of it is lost, second to the anticipation and the thought in the back of your mind to book it out the front door.

You are sitting on the couch. Kei is sitting next to you. Somehow everything in your head is talking at once and they’re your thoughts, but you can’t make out a single one.

You want to just skip to the part of the night that doesn’t feel like this anymore - fidgeting just to calm your nerves, the three of you sitting in a small circle like a meeting with stale coffee, no eye contact, barely allowing yourself to breathe. Kei’s hand hovers over to yours, slowly, trying not to bring attention to itself, not for his sake or even Tadashi’s, but for yours. His grasp wraps around your fidgeting fingers, his intertwining with yours like they were meant to be there.

In a matter of seconds, you catch Tadashi’s eyes as they flicker from the intertwined hands in your lap to your eyes back to your hands and then down at his own. You can’t get a long enough look at his face to see the emotion, but you don’t really need a long look to tell you that Tadashi is feeling more nervous than you are now, as if that’s even possible.

How hard would this have been without Kei sitting here right next to you? Without Kei throughout this entire process? Tadashi doesn’t have that, doesn’t get the sweet hand hold or the supportive presence. He deserves it, though.

You take the first step, hands shaking, breath unsteady as you stand up and move towards Tadashi. You don’t know what to say once you are right in front of him, so you opt for silence. Instead, you take this time to regulate your breathing and focus on the emotions in Tadashi’s face that you couldn’t find before.

All of the doubt that you had last night (and a few seconds ago, for that matter) is fading away. Now that he’s sitting here in front of you, now that you can see the soft features on his face, can feel Kei’s assuring presence behind you, can watch the way that Tadashi waits for your next sentence, patient and attentive. Your hand moves slowly as you reach to cup Tadashi’s face, directing his attention and testing the waters.

Banging against your sternum, your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It doesn’t calm on contact or when Tadashi leans into the touch ever so slightly and it gets much worse when the words tumble out of your mouth. You can’t help them, seeing how pretty Tadashi looks in front of you, getting flashbacks from last week, remembering how good he was for you.

“Can I kiss you?”

You don't know if this sentence takes Kei by surprise, don’t dare to look back or show an ounce of hesitation in front of Tadashi. Besides, at this moment, you’re more concerned about Tadashi, the way you can see the emotions clearly now, but you still can’t read them very well for the sake of how fast they’re changing. But you can read the nod, though slight, of Tadashi’s head after a beat of contemplation.

The kiss is sweet, warm. You have to bend down a bit more than you’re anticipating, but that only means you get to tilt his head up, bring his lips closer to yours, thumb gently pushing on the underside of his chin, fingers resting against his neck in a way that you can feel his harsh swallow as soon as you pull away. His eyes are wide, struck with something bordering wonderment, and you are drinking it in.

This has to be exactly what Kei felt like on the night that started it all.

There’s a surge of confidence for the first time since your last visit, like it’s no longer testing the waters, because you know exactly why the three of you are here. You’re not sure that Tadashi knows, but somehow that makes you feel even more assured, like he’s depending on you to guide him through the night.

And it really does feel like history repeating itself.

Still, it doesn’t matter how much you see yourself in Tadashi right now and how that means that if he is you then you would be Kei and how you know that if Kei were standing where you’re standing right now, things would unfold a lot differently. Despite the lingering pressure of this new role you’re embodying, you have to ask.

It comes out sweet, warm like the kiss you shared moments ago. “You’re okay with all of this?”

Tadashi’s nod is a touch more certain than the previous, but you follow it up nonetheless. “And it’s alright that I don’t keep asking if it’s alright?” you ask. He nods again. “If something is getting too much or you’re starting to feel uncomfortable, just say yellow.” God, saying it aloud brings you back. You remember that Kei had started touching you, kissing you at this point, but all you want to do is stare at Tadashi, see the understanding and attention. “If something is too much and you want to stop immediately, then say red and we’ll stop, make sure you’re okay.”

He nods again, but not one curt nod like the rest of them, more desperate, repetitive, like he wants you to stop talking, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows what’s ahead and he wants it to come faster. You give in, moving your hand down his shoulder, leaning in to press your lips against his ear. “If you can’t breathe, mouth full, can’t verbally communicate, just 3 nice hard taps against me or Kei and we’ll stop.”

A whimper slips out from between his teeth in lieu of a nod, but you want to hear it in stumbling confirmation. “Understand?” mhm “Say it. Need to hear you say it, Dashi.”

“Yea- I mean, yea, yes. I understand.”

You stand up straight, towering over top of Tadashi. “I’m in control tonight.” You’re not sure how Kei looks behind you, taller than you, you know that, but you wonder if his height makes you look less in control than you feel. You wonder if his facial expression is making Tadashi doubt your dominance over the situation. You didn’t really talk about this, Kei and you, not in detail, not about power dynamics. Truthfully, if you had, you’re not sure you would be in this position right now.

It’s comfortable for you to be right between Kei and Tadashi in the order of power, but to declare that you’re in control, not just of Tadashi, but just in general, it’s stepping out of your comfort zone.

“Y-You?” Tadashi asks innocently enough, eyes flitting from you to just behind you where you know that Kei is standing. Part of you, the safe part, wants to quiet down, wait for Kei to answer for you, to either protect you or scoff at the notion. That part of you doesn’t win.

Rather, you bend down again, eyes level with Tadashi’s. “If that’s a problem, I can leave instead.”

“No, it’s not- I’m not- I didn’t- I’m sorry!” he starts immediately.

“Don’t question me again or I’ll leave,” you repeat.

“I won’t. I won’t.” Tadashi says, not a promise, but you believe it like one.

You turn around, look up at Kei. There’s still that voice inside of you looking for his permission, for his approval. You don’t think that will ever go away. This little voice inside of you comes through in the form of a silent question. If it were anyone else on the receiving end you’d think it’d get lost in translation. Am I doing okay?

“What do you want me to do?” Kei asks plainly, unwavering, like it’s not completely left field for him to be asking you for direction. It’s the perfect answer to your question.

You’re not exactly sure how you’re going to get through this night. You’re exhausted already and you haven’t even really given a command yet. You figure, however, that the best mantra to get you through the night is to just continue to ask for things that you really want. What do you want him to do?

You go with your first instinct and though your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, it feels good leaving your mouth. “I want you to carry me upstairs, want Tadashi to follow. And I want to be placed nicely on the bed.”

Kei moves immediately, hoisting you up and letting you wrap your arms around his neck. There’s no hesitance to just doing what he’s told. You assume, for now at least, that it’s because the tasks aren’t too demanding or degrading. You’ll be waiting for backlash for the rest of the night.

You don’t have to direct any of the demands to Tadashi. He hears you and he listens, waiting just enough time to give you a breath of space and then following you like a puppy. By the time Tadashi enters the room, Kei is placing you, exactly as you asked, nice and gentle on the bed.

It’s so much different than normal. Kei is always attentive, always makes sure that you’re taken care of, but it’s so different . His hands follow your body as he lies you down, making sure that there is a cushion of his palm between each inch and the bed as it comes in contact. God, you wish you could feel it on your skin.

“Am I allowed to kiss you?” Kei asks. You can’t detect any amount of snide smirk or tone, have to take it as sincere despite months and months of experiences screaming in your head. Your stomach is in knots and you want to say yes just because he asked, but making him wait feels like it’ll have a better payoff in the end.

“Not yet,” you say, low like a whisper. It’s not loud enough for Tadashi to hear, not meant to show your dominance or prove yourself. It’s a moment just for you and Kei. His eyebrows raise and then furrow, a remark starts to bubble, but he shuts it down before it reaches his throat. You don’t know where Tadashi is, but you don’t care either. You’re following your wants, pushing your fingertips through Kei’s blonde locks and making soft fists. “I want you to want it more.”

You let go quickly, as soon as it’s about to elicit a response, and then you press on his shoulders with the heel of your palm, digging your fingernails into the tops just hard enough for him to really feel it . As soon as he’s stood up, standing at the foot of the bed, so familiarly over top of you, you ask, “Aren’t you going to ask me what else I want?”

He swallows the alternative response and asks just that, “What do you want now, (y/n)?”

You hook your fingers into your waistband. Both Kei’s and Tadashi’s eyes follow the movement as you push your shorts and panties down to your ankles. They’re still dangling off of one of your ankles after you maneuver one foot out of one side, spreading your legs apart and realizing just how bold you’re being tonight.

You hadn’t realized, though, how wet you had gotten from just a few small actions. It was a mix of the newfound control and the way that they were both listening to you so well. It was the possibilities of tonight and how Kei, right now, was about to do whatever came out of your mouth.

“I want you to eat me out,” you say. You could’ve stopped there, short and sweet, but the words tumble out and you don’t regret them one bit, “Want you to say please and thank you. You don’t do that very often.” Kei’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t talk back.

“And I want Tadashi to watch,” you say to Kei and then turn to face Tadashi, “I want you to watch. Like last time.” You glance down to the small tent in Tadashi’s pants, let your eyes linger as an added explanation. “Just like last time. Do you understand?” Your tone is a mixture, a condescending softness.

Tadashi lifts his hand, brings it steadily down to his bulge, but hesitates before touching himself through the fabric. “Now?” he asks.

You give a small laugh, “The show hasn’t even started yet, but yes, if you’re that desperate.”

You don’t know how quickly Tadashi is to start to touch himself because Kei hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls your pussy against his mouth in one motion. You keep repeating to yourself that you’re in control. You have to keep reminding yourself or you would, probably instantaneously, slip back into doing whatever Kei wanted you to do.

Actually, even while you’re repeating to yourself that you’re in control, every part of you wants to close your eyes, lay back, and just let Kei do whatever he wants to do, and you know that tonight is all about what you want, but this is a once in a lifetime experience and you’re going to take advantage of it. You grab a fistful of Kei’s hair, pulling his head away from you in a way that surprises both of you.

“Say please.” It’s not nearly as cocky and confident and strong as you want it to be. In fact, it’s followed by an airy laugh from yourself because it’s so out of place. “Kei, baby, say please.”

“Please.” It’s not nearly as pleasing and desperate and appreciative as you want it to be. You cock your head.

“That doesn’t sound like you really want to eat me out,” you furrow your eyebrows. You tighten your fist in his hair. “So say please.”

His eyes widen and he groans at your harsh grip, “Please, can I eat you out?”

“I still feel like you don’t really want to taste me, baby. I feel like you don’t want to bury your face in between my legs and eat me until I come all over your face.” You’re talking down to him now and the confidence is building in your chest as you watch his facial expressions shift. His mouth is basically watering. “I know you want that, so why don’t you ask really nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

The pleasing, desperate, appreciative tone that you wanted is there and, with it, a bit of embarrassment to have to ask for something you usually beg for. “I- Please, can I please eat you out? I want to taste you and eat you, please.” His voice is more timid than you’ve ever heard it and it’s making your stomach flutter more than how close he is to you.

“You’re gonna make me come all over your pretty face, aren’t you?” you ask, slowly pulling his face towards your pussy. He’s moving with you, mouth opening as he gets centimeters away, but you stop him. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” he nods, trying to finish the motion and bury his face in between your legs.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you come,” he mumbles. You can see just how much he wants to skip this part, but you’re having so much fun.

“Where am I going to come?” you smirk.

“All over my face,” Kei answers, knowing full well he’s not giving you the answer that you want.

“All… over… your…,” you say slowly, tilting his face upwards to look you directly in the eyes, watching the warmth spread across his features.

“Gonna make you come all over my pretty face,” Kei finally finishes.

“Now say please,” you tease.

“Please,” he says quickly.

“Pretty please?” you push on.

“Pretty please, fuck, (y/n), please let me eat you out. Please. I need to fucking eat you out. I need to feel your come on my tongue, need to taste it, need to please you and feel your thighs against my cheeks. Pretty please,” he spews, hoping that this time he actually gets to do what he’s been wanting to do since he knelt between your legs.

The last thing he sees before being pulled into your pussy is your huge smile. “Good boy, see, that wasn’t too hard.”

Between your legs, Kei has some ounce of control. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to make you squirm and even though he had to say please a million times to get here and will have to stop when you say stop and follow your orders as you give them, until then, he gets to do whatever he wants.

There’s no teasing, no build up. You’re so wet, dripping from teasing him and the control you felt with Tadashi. Kei doesn’t let a drop go to waste, running the flat of his tongue between your lips and prodding at your hole with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t want to waste another second without his tongue deep inside of your tight little hole.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, pressing his face as hard into you as he can in an attempt to get his tongue so deep inside you. You help as much as you can, both hands at the back of his head, pulling and tugging at his hair, clawing at his neck and back and as far down as you can reach. He knows how sensitive your hole is, feels it quivering against his tongue.

He knows your body better than you do, knows exactly how to make you come. After all of the teasing you did, all of the talk, he can’t think of anything he wants more than to make you come as quickly as possible.

You weren’t going to stop him.

“Holy fuck, Kei, oh my god.”

His lips are moving against your clit as he tries to fuck his tongue into you deeper. He’s moving his entire face, the tip of his tongue harsh against your hole as his nose nudges against your clit. The motions are perfectly repetitive just like he knows you like it. The louder that your moans get and the harder that you start to squirm and the tighter your hands grip, the more motivated Kei is. “Gonna, fuck, I’m gonna come all over your pretty face,” you tell him between moans.

Your core is tightening and your body is convulsing, but you can’t let go. You need to hear him. He needs to tell you. You want him to tell you. “Kei, fuck, tell me. Please, tell me. Let me come, please. Please.” There is no remorse, not even after the fact. Part of that comes with the lack of snide remarks or tone from Kei, the other part comes with just how close you are and how hard you’re about to fall.

“Come, baby, come all over my pretty face, please, please come for me. Please come all over my pretty face,” he says against your pussy, but you can hear each word so clearly. That’s all it takes for you to come undone. You let go, head hitting the mattress harshly as you grab onto his hair even harder. His name is the only thing coming out of your mouth, the only thing on your mind until it isn’t.

“Again, again, again,” you say, repeating as you nod at him.

He listens instantly, diving back between your legs and continuing to eat you out. He doesn’t have to tell you to come the second time or the third or the fourth. You let them roll over you like waves, coming as soon as your body allows you to.

“Okay, okay, fuck, okay, that’s enough,” you breathe. He doesn’t stop, driven by the pure bliss in the reactions you’ve given him and the way that you dropped control for a passing moment. He wants to feel it again, taking control from you. You almost let him. “Fuck, Kei, enough,” you repeat, more stern this time.

He lifts his head from between your legs, face a mess, hair tangled, breath ragged. “What do you say?” you ask, not even letting him compose himself before responding.

“Thank you,” he says, and honestly, he looks just as grateful as the labored appreciation sounds.

You push yourself up despite how much you want to just sit with Kei’s warm cheek against the fat of your thigh and despite how tired you are from everything that just happened and despite how you want to hear Kei thank you forever. “Kei, get him prepped for me, yea?” You miss the initial reaction from Tadashi, only catch the end of his attempts to compose himself and the lasting redness on his cheekbones. You don’t say another word until you’ve made it to the doorframe. “Dashi, Kei’s in charge while I’m gone, listen good, okay?”

You catch the faintest glimpse of Kei’s smirk as he stands tall once again, making his way over to the corner of the room that Tadashi was frozen in. The second that you’re out of view, you let yourself breathe, let your shoulders slump and your legs wobble as much as they want. You grab your bag that you left at the front door and change in the familiar bathroom closest to the top of the stairs.

You went all out, decided that if you were going to do this, you were going to do this right. The thick main harness was just one part of the intricate buckles, straps, and fasteners. You had tried it on before, the first time that you got it. Kei helped you put it on, tightened the straps and moved each piece so it fit snug and comfortable.

The top belt sits on your waist, thick faux leather straps with buckles on each side adorned to a ring that rests on your stomach. The second set of straps holds the main ring in place, two fasteners tightly fit against your hips. You slide the dildo into the ring before tightening the straps to your liking. It’s heavy between your legs, thick and lengthy, deceivingly lifelike to the touch and eye.

As you’re putting the finishing touches onto your look, fixing the harness and making sure that everything is exactly as you want it to be, the soft and subtle noises that you’ve been hearing from the other room become louder. The noises quickly fill the entire upstairs. You’re sure at this point that Kei has asked Tadashi not to hold back, has told him explicitly not to.

There is a lot of gratitude coming from Tadashi and only as he’s practically screaming can you hear what he’s thanking Kei for.

“Thank you for getting me ready for (y/n),” Tadashi cries. “Feels so good, so good, fingers feel so good thank you, Kei.”

It sends a shiver down your spine, the amount of desperation and the sincerity of the thank you.

You gently press open the cap to the lube, letting a stream of the cool liquid coat the top side of the silicone cock. You use your thumb and palm to spread it over the skin, twisting your wrist and slathering the slick liquid all over, pouring a generous amount on the tip and watching it drip from the head. You know that it’s not really yours, that it’s not actually attached to you, that you don’t feel from it, and yet, as you push your hips forward, as the cock slides between the hole you’ve created with your fist, your core feels warm and you let out a small moan.

The walk back to the room feels like a mile. You know that the two of them are undoubtedly too enthralled in their own actions right now to notice you at the door. It’s not a bad thing though. You get to watch for a few moments. They don’t know you’re there, aren’t acting in any sort of way for an audience or praise.

Tadashi has taken your spot. His legs are high in the air, held up by his hands grasped around his ankles. Kei holds a bottle of lube in one hand and is fucking 4 fingers into Tadashi’s hole with the other.

Tadashi’s cock, rock hard and angrily red, is slapping against his stomach every time that Kei’s fingers bottom out. The back of his head is pressed into the mattress so hard, but his eyes are trained on Kei, bottom lip quivering whenever involuntary noises weren’t tumbling from them, sheets bunched up against sweaty palms.

You could’ve watched this all night. You’re sure that if you hadn’t interrupted them they would’ve continued all night, partially because you didn’t give them instruction to stop, but also because the determination and joy in Kei’s demeanor matches Tadashi’s desperation perfectly. There’s something about Kei’s actions that makes it incomparable to how he acts with you, something about the fact that even though he’s in control, he’s just following directions.

“Is he ready?” you ask, followed by an observation, “Looks like you’re just doing this for him now.”

They’re startled at your voice, immediately taken out of the intense moment that the two of them were in, but there’s no disdain for the deprivation of the transfixion. The only word to describe the look on their faces is gawking. There is less surprise in Kei’s given he’s seen you in it before, but that doesn’t stop the harsh swallow or the dwelling gaze over your chest, down to your waist, following the straps.

Tadashi isn’t as subtle. His face is bright red, blushing, gasping for air from just being stretched. He pushes up from the bed, props himself on his elbows, and just stares. You can practically feel his heartbeat from where you’re standing in the doorway. “Is that for me?” he asks, void of the confidence the question deserves, tongue wetting his lips.

You walk over, agonizingly slow, cock in hand. “Why don’t you turn around and I’ll show you?”

By the time you’ve made it to the edge of the bed, Tadashi has scrambled over himself and gotten on all fours, as if any delay would result in you giving up on the notion. You climb onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as you take in the sight before you. Tadashi looks rigid, not knowing when the next order or movement is coming, eyes forward on the pale wall.

The second that the soft skin of your palms comes into contact with his hips, he melts into you, pushing back into your touch. His shoulders slump, head falls down, staring at the comforter below him instead. “Is this alright? Are you ready?” you ask, leaving one palm resting on his hip, but using the other hand to guide the tip of the dripping dildo against Tadashi’s stretched hole.

The answer is evident in the urgency of his whimpers and the desperation in his reactions, but you need to hear it coming out of his mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me you’re ready for it,” you clarify.

“Yes, yes, I’m ready, please,” Tadashi answers.

“Good boy.” There’s only a second between the finishing of your praise and you pressing your hips forward. It’s slow, but the pace is necessary no matter how badly you want to watch him take it all right this instant. You’re using your hand to guide the thick cock into Tadashi’s tight hole. You don’t need to physically feel it to know how tight it is, to see the rim swallowing the dildo.

The moans and whimpers have ceased, replaced by labored breaths and diffused whines. You’d ask him questions, try to elicit some sort of verbal reply to the process, but he looks so focused on taking your cock. Still, you guide him through it, not just with the small kneading that you’re doing into his hip and the slow pace you’ve adapted, but with small coos of appreciation. “You’re doing so great, Dashi, fuck. It looks so good back here, you taking my nice thick cock just like that.”

As soon as you don’t need your hand to guide the dildo, you lace it into Tadashi’s hair. It’s so soft. You can barely grasp any of it, can’t reach until he picks his head up and pushes it back into your hand. You feel disgustingly powerful now, hand weaved into Tadashi’s hair, slowly thrusting in and out of Tadashi’s ass.

It takes a few beats for Tadashi to fully stretch around the girth of your cock, but with every gentle fuck into him, his whines turn back into whimpers which turn into throaty moans. “Can I go faster now?” you ask with a genuine softness. “Can you handle it?” with less genuine softness. He nods, choking out a few yeses amongst the noises.

You reward him with praise once again, “Good boy, huh, Tadashi? Are you my good boy?” You punctuate the question with a hard thrust, your hips meeting his ass in one fluid motion. His hair is tugged by your harsh grip and, with it, his lax body every time that you pull your hips away.

He’s putty in your hand, malleable. The harder that you fuck him, the louder his moans get, the more power you feel. “Fuck, Dashi, it’s like I can fucking feel how pathetic you are squeezing my goddamn cock. So tight, so fucking perfect.” Your hips are on fire from repeatedly slamming into him, your palms are so sweaty that you can barely get a good grip, resorting to using your nails to anchor in place instead. Praise keeps falling out of your mouth so quickly that you’re not even sure what you’re saying half the time. It’s fast and you’re in control and he’s listening to you and you’re so drunk with this feeling.

You can’t stop ramming into him, glad, actually, for once that you can’t feel how good Tadashi’s tight hole is squeezing your cock. It lets you fuck him relentlessly, no worry in the world about stamina even if your glutes and core are on fire from the constant motion. You don’t want to stop, can’t, not with how fucking perfect he looks, not with how fucking obedient he’s being.

“I know you just want to be good, Dashi, fuck, we’ll teach you to be good, you’re being so good,” you moan.

It’s like you’re a completely different person here, so vastly different than the last time you were in this bedroom. You don’t miss it, not even a little bit. Well… at least not at this exact moment.

With no word from you, Kei has just been standing there, behind you, just watching . All of your attention is on Tadashi, soaking in his noises and body language, you’ve barely even noticed Kei. One quick glance over your shoulder and you can see how mesmerized he looks taking it all in, seeing you in this new element. You see the bulge in his pants, the little satisfaction that he is getting from his own palm. After doing so much already, he deserves better than what he’s giving himself now.

“Do what you do best, Kei. Abuse his throat,” you command, trying to keep a steady voice through your wandering thoughts and thrusts. You don’t have to ask him twice, barely have to finish the three word demand and he’s walking around to the other side of the bed.

He gets to see the side that you don’t get to see, the mouth agape and wet lashes. All that you get to see is the smirk that plagues the bottom half of Kei’s face as soon as Tadashi is in view. Your thrusts are slower now, but still at a steady enough pace to appreciate the subtle ripples in the fat of Tadashi’s ass, letting Kei get a good hold on the situation, giving up just a small fraction of your control so that Kei can have his way with Tadashi.

You offer a bit of advice as Kei is undoing his buckle. “It’s easy to pleasure Kei,” you breathe, “You just let him do whatever he wants to you.” You can practically feel Tadashi tighten around you.

“Open,” Kei says as soon as his cock is exposed to the air. “Wider than that, Tadashi, don’t insult me.” Both of Kei’s hands are braced on either side of Tadashi’s face as Kei pushes the tip of his cock past Tadashi’s lips. “Just like that, good.” Kei’s voice is monotonous, if only a bit condescending. “Keep that hole nice and tight for me.”

You watch Tadashi shiver as he drinks up every single word. Tadashi has been on the reciprocating end of Kei’s smart mouth before, but not like this. Even the last time he was in this room with the two of you, the directions that he was following only affected himself. Tadashi knows how poor he’s been at pleasing you in the past and he really just wants to be good, wants to listen and learn.

Kei shallowly thrusts in and out of Tadashi’s mouth, the head of his cock repeatedly slipping past Tadashi’s wet lips. “Use that slutty fucking tongue, Tadashi. You’re not doing anything, just sitting there getting railed, the least you could do is move your tongue.” Kei lets his head fall back, something evidently changing in the technique that Tadashi is using. “Good.”

The more that Kei seems to be enjoying it, the deeper his thrusts go, the faster his pace. It doesn’t take long for Kei to start using Tadashi like he uses you. If Tadashi didn’t look like he was enjoying himself as much as he did, pushing back onto your cock, whimpering and gagging around Kei’s, you would have stopped and taken his place.

He couldn’t make you come for years, even as you tried to guide him, begged him as you cried out instructions, but there was something so different about the way he’s going down on Kei.

You had directed him in the past, nudged his face where you wanted it to be, wrapped your legs around his neck to pull him deeper, but none of it mattered. He just couldn’t make you come.

But there was something so distinctly different about the way Kei was treating Tadashi. There was no begging or asking, and directing wasn’t the right word, neither was guiding. Kei now has a commanding hold of Tadashi’s face, one hand on either side as he moves Tadashi’s mouth up and down his cock. His hips are still, letting Tadashi’s head bob through the complete motion.

When Kei’s methods catch your eye, you can’t help but stop to take it in, no longer watching the ripples in his skin as your hips meet his ass, now watching it unfold from this angle, from behind Tadashi, your cock engulfed by his tight hole.

Kei’s long fingers bracket Tadashi’s face, pushing into his jaw, neck, cheek, wherever he could reach, and wherever he needed to adjust to get the most perfect angle. It’s mesmerizing.

And it’s so different from the way he handles you. Sometimes he holds your face like that, moves you so agonizingly slow on his length that your throat will hurt for days after, but there’s always an amount of trust.

This in front of you? The way that Kei is so meticulously moving Tadashi, the way that he’s leaving nothing up to assumption or interpretation, this is Kei teaching.

He’s wordless about it, doesn’t teach Tadashi through verbal instructions or lengthy explanations, he just shows him exactly what he wants. It’s almost more condescending than if Kei was talking down to him in a way, like he’s too stupid to understand what he means, so he can only show him.

You don’t think Tadashi catches this or thinks this far or has any thoughts at all right now other than controlling his breathing and every single muscle in his mouth and throat. It’s not a normal state of being, you know that well.

You catch a glimpse of Kei’s face, manage to pull your attention away from the thick cock splitting Tadashi open and Kei’s strong hands on Tadashi’s jaw. His face is strewn with pleasure and concentration. You don’t normally get to watch Kei from this angle nor this intently. You watch his eyebrows furrow together, his jaw clench between slow exhales, his features soften and his eyes flutter close every once and awhile. You’re cursing yourself for never having filmed the two of you having sex. You would watch this on repeat if you could.

“Kei,” you breathe, ready to repeat yourself on account of how quiet his name is in comparison to the lewd sounds that are bouncing off the walls. Kei looks up at you immediately with an air of confusion, waiting for another command or instruction. When nothing else comes, he doesn’t break eye contact like you thought he might. He’s not paying attention to Tadashi save for the mindless thrusting. “God, you look so good right now.”

He clicks his tongue at the compliment, shaking his head a small amount before returning his focus, looking back down almost quick enough to hide the subtle blush on his cheekbones. You don’t force him to look back at you, though you know that you could, but you still want to have some sort of contact with him. You are becoming increasingly aware of how much you want to be where Tadashi is and how much you want to feel Kei’s skin on yours.

Tadashi’s voice pulls you out of it, the repetition of your name that follows his gasping for air. “Want, want to- So good- Need to come,” Tadashi manages to get out in between harsh swallows and intakes of air.

“Not yet.” It comes out of your mouth without any thought and you realize why Kei does this so often. The sense of power that comes alongside controlling Tadashi’s orgasm is mindblowing. Even if he came right now, didn’t listen to you at all, you would have rode this high for weeks.

Tadashi does listen, though. He whimpers a small okay before Kei starts using his throat again. You claw your fingernails into his hips, pressing hard enough to leave small indents in his soft skin, and you pull him onto your cock to match your thrusts. “Look at that, see, you didn’t need to cum, not yet, Dashi, being such a good boy.”

Kei only gets to fuck Tadashi’s throat for a few moments before Tadashi is pulling away once again. “I- I can’t hold it any longer, please,” Tadashi’s voice cracks as he begs. “Please.” You pull out in one motion leaving Tadashi gaping and empty in front of you.

“Then come, Tadashi,” you say in a tone that is eerily as condescending as Kei’s. You run your hands down Tadashi’s side, grabbing onto his ass and spreading him open as wide as you can. “If you can’t hold it, then cum.”

Tadashi is thrusting into the air. “I- I can’t.”

“You’ve come without touching yourself before,” your voice is stern but steady at first, but as you keep thinking about it, there is a simmering underlying anger that is emerging. “Sat right there on the corner of the bed and came in your pants like a pathetic little cuck.”

You grab Tadashi by the shoulder, flipping him over onto his back. “Kei, pillow under his head so he can look at me while I’m fucking talking to him.” Kei doesn’t hesitate for a second, puts the pillow underneath Tadashi’s head so that his line of sight is directly at your face, eyes narrowed as you continue.

“When no one is paying attention to you, when you’re watching your ex get railed and satisfied in a way that you never could, you lose your mind. You’ll shoot your load, make a fucking mess all over yourself, but when I’m here giving you everything that you could ever want, you can’t fucking come?”

You positioned yourself between Tadashi’s legs, the head of the dildo grazing his hole. “What? When Kei tells you to do it you can, but when I tell you to come after pounding my fat fucking cock in and out of you, you can’t? Do you know how fucking pathetic that is?”

Tadashi’s chest is rising and falling faster, his breath is labored and he’s not breaking eye contact with you. You can tell just how close he is.

“I won’t tell you again. Instead, I’ll just fucking leave. Come. Now.” You wrap your hand around his throat, leaning your weight into your grip as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. His lips are moving, but no sound is coming out and only when you ease up on your grip can you hear the gratitude that he’s repeating in between the grunts.

His come spills from the head of his cock, lazily dripping down the sides of his rock hard erection and down his twitching balls. He’s struggling to keep his hands at his side and not jerk himself off through his orgasm.

“Is that all it took?” you scoff, pressing the head of the dildo against his asshole, catching some of his come as it drips down. “Still hard though, right, Dashi? Still want to get fucked?” You don’t give him time to answer before pushing your hips forward, slowly spearing him with your cock as tears fall from his eyes.

“Yes, fuck, please, I want to come again,” Tadashi begs, eyes not leaving yours.

“Greedy,” you shake your head, but you can’t hide your smirk as you pick up the pace. In this position you get to watch his face as you ruin him. The tears that are running down his face, wetting his cheeks and long lashes, just make it that much hotter. His cock is slapping against his stomach as thrust in and out of him.

It doesn’t take long before his breaths are closer together, back is arching, hips rolling, and he’s nodding in your direction. “I- I’m already so close. Can- I need- I want-.”

“What do you want? Tell me and I’ll give it to you. You’ve been so good, came for me without anything but my voice, took Kei’s cock so well, just tell me what you want,” you say.

No one has touched his cock all night, covered in his own come, violently twitching against himself as it slaps against his stomach.

His eyes are screwed shut, thrusting up into nothing, consequently fucking himself on your cock, you’re sure that he’s going to ask to touch himself. In your mind, there’s no other option, nothing that he would feel comfortable enough asking for.

It leaves his mouth so confidently. He trusts you so much, knows that you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true, so he asks for exactly what he wants and he’s so assured as he does.

“Want Tsukki’s mouth on my cock.”

You look up to see Kei’s reaction, refuse to do it if there is any sort of discomfort or distaste, but there’s nothing of the sort. He gives a short nod, a nod that Tadashi is too fucked out to notice. You don’t slow your pace or allow a falter in your rhythm as you watch Kei climb onto the bed. He’s gentle as he takes Tadashi’s cock into his mouth, captures the head first, swirling his tongue around the tip before taking the entire length. Kei doesn’t seem to struggle much, easily takes it to the base.

Tadashi is surprised despite the fact that he’s the one that asked for it so nicely. His eyes flutter shut, truly taking in every single feeling and sensation that is happening to him right now. Tadashi’s hips are thrusting up into Kei’s mouth now, moaning as he slides down Kei’s throat and then falls down onto your cock.

“Gonna- Can I? Please,” Tadashi can barely say more than two words at a time, but you know exactly what he’s asking for.

“Go ahead, Dashi, come, you deserve it.”

As soon as you say the word, he’s coming down Kei’s throat. You watch it drip from the corners of Kei’s mouth as Tadashi keeps thrusting desperately. Tadashi is thanking you and thanking Kei and mumbling other words that you can’t quite pick up. His hands are roaming, trying to find a place to land. One finds a spot lightly on Kei’s shoulder and you meet the other hand with your own, locking your fingers with his as he holds onto you through his orgasm.

Kei waits for Tadashi to calm down before pulling his head off of his cock. Kei wipes his lips and you can tell there's a smart comment that wants to come out so badly, but he doesn’t get the chance to say it.

“Thank you,” Tadashi says, eyes shutting every other second. You’re surprised that he’s still awake after two back-to-back orgasms like that. His eyebrows furrow and he perks up just a little bit, “but, wait, what about- what about you guys?”

You shake your head, carefully getting up from the bed, cautious not to disturb Tadashi as Kei gently positions him more comfortably in bed. You unbuckle the straps on your harness, taking it off and stepping out of it. You feel so light without the extra weight between your legs.

You manage to get in bed before Kei reaches for the covers and extra blankets. “This wasn’t about us,” you assure Tadashi. “Thank you for letting us in and for trusting us enough to do this again.” You feel the mattress dip behind you as Kei climbs underneath the covers he’s laid on top of the two of you.

In the morning there will be more to say, more conversations to be had, boundaries to set and feelings to talk out, but for now… for now you are happily in bed, surrounded and warm, and you know that your company is too.

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koucaine · 2 years

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cockwarming one (1) ushijima wakatoshi in the bathtub. <3

y’all aren’t doin’ anything but kissin’. maybe a few whispers here n there. his wet, soapy hand rubbing slow circles in the small of your back. you peppering sweet kisses along his jawline where the tiniest bit of stubble is starting to grow, tickling the plush of your lips. a content sigh leaves his lips. ushijima wishes he could stay there forever. the pressure of the jets is doing wonders on his body, the water is constantly heated. you even took the time to light up a few candles.

the setting is perfect. the moment is perfect. he wants this memory engrained in his brain forever, actually.

“you tired, ‘toshi?”, you asked, studying his face.

he shook his head. “no. i’m just glad to be able to hold you like this.”

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

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"Alright y'all this is a practice match no need to waste energy recklessly. Atsumu if you keep arguing you'll be warming the bench." You sigh walking over to Karasuno's managers.

You introduced yourself. "Hey I'm (y/n), the manager." The brunette smiled slightly. "Hello I'm Kiyoko and this is Yachi." The smaller girl waved, you returned the gesture. "Having to handle a team of rowdy teenage boys is tough; that's why I got myself an assistant."

You sigh dramatically. "Yeah but I couldn't do that to someone else." You both laugh as she takes in your appearance. "I like your outfit." You thank her, it wasn't nothing much just a white tank and some gray biker shorts.

You expected to be moving around a lot, critiquing the boys and helping them get the balls; and no offense to the pretty girl but it was too hot to be wearing a damn tracksuit. You excused yourself heading almost across the court to get some water from the sports cooler.

"I'm Daichi, the captain." A voice interrupts your sip holding a hand out. You shook his hand, the firmness of his grip had you thinking of other things as you stared at it. "I'm (y/n), the manager of Inarizaki." You look up catching him smile.

"Ah I don't recall seeing you at the tournament; I think I'd remember a pretty face like yours." His smile so smooth and voice so deep you almost forgot you were 'working.' You giggled playing with the end of your twist.

"Oh nah, I couldn't come I had some business to attend." He looks you up and down. "Aw that's a shame I would've loved to see you watching me win." You nudge his peck slyly trying to get a feel of his muscle, which he caught on.

"You don't even know me." He smirks. "You could've been my good luck charm; I would've pinpointed you out." You laugh, face heating up as you tsked. "Stop playin." He looked at you pulling out his phone asking for your insta which you obliged.

"Ayoo manager practice is over!" Kita yells out from somewhere in the gym. Daichi waves you off with a "I'll text you later." You grin waving back.

"Soo manager what were you talking about with Karasuno's captain?" Atsumu poked. You sigh looking over him. "Nunya business." "They were flirting, laughing. She probably gave him her number." Another person giggled.

"Suna how many girls are you cheating on? How many baby mamas? Ohh thought so with yo toxic ass, mind ya business stay on that phone." He hissed raising his hands in surrender. "Yo Aran you better get yo girl, she acting out."

The bus laughs as you both tsk; You telling the boys to shut up and Aran looking out the window, face indifferent.

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"So you tryna make me look dumb now?" You were questioned as you set your shoes by the door and your bag on the couch. "Excuse me?" You continue down the hall until you're grabbed by the hand. "You excused."

You snatch your hand from the boys hold. "Aran...boy don't play." He sneered at you. "Little girl don't play with me right now. The fuck you doing flirting with our rival team, making me look mad dumb earlier."

Scoffing, you continue to your bedroom. "Boy…first of all don't little girl me, second i wasn't flirting, and third ain't nobody making you look dumb." He followed right behind you. "How the fuck does it look when my girl is fucking touching another nigga chest?"

"As far as I'm concerned im single... You made it very clear this was a situationship, so I can do whatever I want." You shrug. His brows knit up as he jerks you back, pressing you up against a wall, hand pinned to your throat.

"(Y/n), bruh, you gon learn to stop fuckin with me." You push at him, he didn't budge so you suck your teeth. "Don't bruh me, I ain't your brother or one of your little friends."

"You stay trying me. Bet." He let you go before pulling his shirt over his head. "Undress. Get in the bed." You did what he said not wanting him to throw a fit.

You couldn't lie to yourself you was getting hot, and you loved making Aran mad but his ass was gonna have to learn to be direct with you or you'd bust it open for whomever you wanted...and Daichi was kinda fine.

He sat at the head of your bed only in his briefs as he stared at you, stroking his dick from the outside. You bit your lip, he was trying to bait you but it wasn't gonna work today, you were too stubborn.

"Whatchu at my crib for anyways? Ain't you got stuff to do? Girls to play with?" You study him, arms crossed making your boobs press together, he licked his lips slowly eyeing you. You almost creamed.

He sucked his teeth. "Man (y/n) why you gotta play so much?" He pulled you forward onto his lap as you retaliate, pressing your finger to the side of his temple. "I don't be playin with you Aran, in fact you be testing me." He smirk, hands resting on your hips.

"So that's why you tryna make me jealous?" "I ain—" you’re interrupted by your phone notifications going off and Aran is quick to grab it before you, reading the message aloud.

"You got niggas texting you now?...'So wassup do you want a relationship or a fwb cuz I'm down for whatever'...?" He paused staring at your phone then at you before putting it back on the nightstand.

"So wassup with you? You ain't tell this man we together?" You shrug. "Cuz we not." His eyebrows are furrowed as his hand is once again on your neck. "Yo lips so pretty but all you do is talk shit. Suck my dick, do something useful."

You pull his briefs down lowkey marveling in it. His dick was a pretty two tone brown his tip the lighter shade as it stood at 8 inches, fat and heavy. Your thumb ran across his tip spreading the pre so his dick looked like it had a nice glaze.

You kitten lick the tip hearing him hiss. "Cmon now suck this dick like you mean it." He watch your tongue curl around his tip before going down getting his whole dick wet as you fondled his balls.

Y'all maintained eye contact when you lifted off of him, rubbing his tip against your puffy lips before spitting. It ran down his length, you rubbed it in twisting your fist around him. His eyes rolled back, letting out loud groan, you plunge down taking him all in.

"S-shit that's what 'm talkin bout." He looked at you observing how your lips puckered around his dick, biting his lip. You moaned the sound rumbling through Aran's core. He pulled you off of him kissing you deeply, his tongue dominating yours.

You pull away, getting air, a string of saliva connecting you both. He drags you onto his lap, hand going to your soaked pussy as he placed hickeys on your neck and shoulders. "Why you do this to me girl? You like how I fuck you when I'm mad?"

Letting out a heavy sigh you bit your lip, his fingers rubbing in between your folds, circling your clit. "Yea but you gon have to start claiming me or I'll find someone who will." He stared you in the eyes nodding his head a soft "Bet." leaving his plump lips.

It happened so fast, you arched your stomach on the bed, Aran behind you. You could feel his print in between your cheeks as he plays with the globes of your ass. He moved his dick rubbing it against your pussy teasing you.

His tip repeatedly bumped your clit, you were beyond horny but you couldn't give in so quickly, especially when his tip caught your hole almost going in. "Fuck Aran if you don't fuck me right now imma call over Daichi. I ain—"

The air is knocked out of your lungs, his dick sat inside of you uncomfortably, his tip pressing your cervix. Your back is arched deeper from the pain. He bent over your form, hand snaking your throat, biting your shoulder before he growled out.

"Yo (y/n) fuck allat shit. Must think it's fun to play with me or something, speaking another nigga name while my dick in you." You finally caught your breathe one of your hands reached back to push him away a little as you cried out.

"Fuck you hittin my cervix Daddy~ 'm sorry, 'm sorry." He chuckled sarcastically, gyrating his hips making you inhale sharply. "Ohh you sorry now? Gon stop fuckin around?" You mutter yes's and sorry's. He pulled out a bit, you could breathe now, he kissed your cheek then your mouth sloppily.

He slowly circled his hips, the wet slapping sounds made you heat up, you moaned as the pain that once stifled your lower stomach turned into pleasure. He kissed the few tears that fell down your soft face. "That's what I thought."

Your pride rolled its eyes internally as you whine. "It's not fair you can talk to other people but I can't." You hear him suck his teeth, feeling a particularly sharp thrust. "I ain't entertaining nobody."

You didn't say anything but it's like he could hear your inner thoughts. He sat up hands gripping your waist ramming into you making you lurch forwards gripping your sheets as you moan.

"This all yo dick baby, you don't gotta trip." He felt you tighten around him. "You like hearing me say that baby? This yo dick. All of it." You continue to moan, you tried not to release so quickly, feeling that familiar pressure building up.

"M yours too Daddy~ 'm sorry f-for talking to him." Your eyes roll, so close to the edge, Aran could feel the sporadic clenching of your pussy making him grin, slowing a little to precisely hit your sweet spot.

"Yea baby I know. And when I tell you don't talk to another nigga unless I let you—" You trembled, your orgasm was gonna hit you hard, you both knew that as Aran continued hitting your spot with precision. "I! Mean! That! Shit!"

"A-aran~ fuck fuck fuck!" You buckled, pussy squeezing Aran's dick tightly, your body flopped forward, trembling, ass in the air still. Aran pulled out jerking his dick off, three pumps later You hear him groan, feeling warm splotches fall on your ass. "Ahhh~ fuucck!"

Your eyes felt heavy, hearing movement in the back before soon feeling a cool sensation, Aran was wiping you down from your slick in between your thighs to his cum on your backside. When the rag left your body you fully laid in the bed, Aran coming to lay behind you, throwing the cover over y’all in the now cold room.

He pressed his head into your shoulder. "We been together together. I just didn't know you wanted labels 'n shit." You sigh. "Aran you are a fine ass black athlete bitches are gonna throw themselves at you regardless.”

You continue. “It may be my insecurity talkin but I would feel comfortable knowing that some would back off if they knew we was official; to know I’m the only person you messin’ with."

"Bet." He pulled out his phone snapping a picture.

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He turned to face you kissing you softly. "We official now. So drop that fuck nigga from earlier." You smile wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I wasn't gon text him back anyways."

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Kissing Kageyama Pt. 2

Well this was never supposed to happen. Someone had mentioned to me about a month ago that they wanted a part two of this story and while I didn’t have plans for it, I couldn’t get it out of my head. So here is part two to Please Me: Kissing Kageyama. Thanks @millenialfanfictionaddiction for beta reading :)

Kissing Kageyama Pt. 2 WC: 8.7K ; 29-minute read ; Fem Reader Warnings: Minors do not interact. See tags for any specific triggers

The backs of your legs hit Kageyama’s bed and you nearly fell backwards had he not wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you up. He smiled against your lips before returning to what you were previously doing.

Kissing Kageyama this time around felt familiar and yet very different. He still worked wonders with that tongue and it had you arching your back before anything had really even happened between you two. The other familiar part was his hesitancy with everything else he did, his unsure movements leaving you guessing as he’d rest his hand on your hip only to quickly pull it away and set it on your waist or your cheek. It definitely made you wonder how you let this happen again, how you let yourself get charmed into another night with the setter when the last time was underwhelming at best.

After finding out Kageyama was the famous setter from Team Japan, you gave him a call. There was never any intention of ever using the phone number he had left in your phone, but one-night-stands become slightly less one-nighty when you learn that you had slept with a famous olympian.

With the decision to meet up again the night of that first phone call, you thought that there might be something between the two of you. Not that you wanted anything between the two of you. You were very content being alone, but having someone that wanted the occasional hanky panky and nothing else, while simultaneously looking like Kageyama, was a rare find. How he managed to convince you to meet him again when the last meeting fell short of your expectations was beyond you. You tried to blame it on his endless charm, but honestly, his charm was nonexistent. You could really only blame yourself.

Either way, the meeting that night didn’t happen. There was no hanky panky for you that night or the night after or the night after that. There was always something coming up. Whether it was practice or a game or your period. There was always something. When he finally asked to meet up again three weeks later, you thought it was a joke as you were beginning to believe he didn’t actually want whatever it was that he wanted your phone number for. It turned out that being an olympian kept you busy and Kageyama just sucked at communication. Big surprise.

That’s what brought you to his apartment building. His expensive, very large, and slightly intimidating apartment building where he opened the door with a smile.

Kageyama pulled you inside and immediately brought his lips to yours in a fiery kiss that drew your breath from your lungs. You certainly didn’t remember that happening last time. The rest of his apartment was a blur as he brought you to his bedroom and lowered you to his bed. The cold sheets hit the backs of your arms and forced a chill to run over you. It crossed your mind for a second whether these cold sheets were clean or not, but you could smell the fresh detergent as soon as you were able to get a breath in when Kageyama moved his lips down your jaw.

“H–how have you been?” You asked, quietly.

“What?” He pulled back to look at you.

Honestly, what? Why were you trying to have small talk right now??

“Have you been doing well?” You repeated, trying to sound confident. Somehow confidence made everything okay, though you weren’t sure how confident you actually sounded or if confidence would have helped this situation at all.

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathed, nodding, “I’ve been good.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.” He forced a swallow. “H–have you been good?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Very good.”

“That’s good.” He awkwardly nodded with you.

God, you really messed this up.

Kageyama watched you for a second before speaking.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” He smiled and you only let yourself nod, worried you might say something stupid.

Honestly, small talk? At this point? You had no idea what you were thinking. The mood was good and definitely didn’t need small talk. Not to mention, you really didn’t care about how he was doing.

That’s not entirely true. You weren’t heartless, but based on how he looked, everything was in working order and that was good enough for you.

With unnecessary small talk out of the way, you pulled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up until he tugged it over his head and tossed it aside. Okay, the talking you didn’t miss, but that body? Hell yes, you definitely missed that. Every single inch of him was amazing. You ran your finger across the humps and ridges of his ab muscles and it didn’t matter to you that you knew he was purposely flexing. You liked it either way.

After he deemed it enough time to enjoy his body, he leaned back over you and attached his lips to your neck as he worked on your top. He slowly undid each button, his mouth following the exposed skin as it grew until he was at your navel and he sat back to help you pull off the shirt. Those lips. You never wanted them to leave your skin.

He seemed to like the lime-green bralette you wore last time and you were stupid enough to pay attention to that so this time you wore a bright yellow, demi-cup balconnete bra and he definitely took notice. You waited, watching his mouth hanging open until it started to get weird and you propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Are you going to just sit there or are you going to take it off?” You laughed and he blinked quickly, looking up at your face and the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Right.” He nodded and leaned forward again. In his defense, your bra was entirely see-through so he had a lot more to see than last time. His lips were pressed uncomfortably against yours as you propped yourself up and he tried to do the same, having no balance as he worked to unclasp your bra. “Almost got it.”

“Are you sure? It doesn’t feel–”

“Got it!” He sat back, a proud and satisfied look on his face, while he most certainly did not get it. Your bra was entirely still on. In fact, it felt like he might have unclasped it and reclasped it on a tighter clip. “Damn it.”

That’s what it was. That was his charm. That was what had you continuing the disaster of a night last time and what made you agree to have another one tonight. Kageyama was adorably pitiful sometimes and you couldn’t help but smile. Something about seeing a complete disaster in another human was actually endearing. You were sure most of his life he had things together, but this, sex, intimacy, he was completely out of his element and these were the things you couldn’t resist.

“Let me help.” You sat up and gently pushed on his shoulder so he would lay down on the bed. Kageyama’s eyes stayed on you. He hated that he couldn’t do things. It didn’t matter how many times he’d done it before, he couldn’t get himself not to fumble around. He wasn’t this person. He wasn’t the person that didn’t know how to do things. He was reliable and skilled, everyone else saw it. But for some reason, with you, he wasn’t. You didn’t look at him in the way others did and it only made him want to try harder.

Your bra slipped from your shoulders and down your arms before you tossed it to the side and looked down at him with a smile. He wasn’t smiling. He just stared, his eyes on yours before they slowly moved down your body. His staring might have been a lot, but you honestly liked it. He had a way of making you feel like he just wanted to eat you up and you kind of liked that. It was definitely a compliment to be stared at in that way and he was very good at it.

“I don’t remember you looking this good last time,” he said quietly and you wondered if maybe you spoke too soon. Not the worst thing to say, but certainly not the best compliment.

“Oh…kay…”

“No, I just mean that you weren’t as pretty.” His eyes widened and you were sure he felt the insult before you did. “Fuck. No.”

He hit his palm against his forehead and sat up, hoping to somehow undig the hole he was digging. Maybe he could eat you up with his eyes, but the man couldn’t use words to save his life.

“Are you trying to insult me?”

“Of course not. God damn it.” He laid back on the bed and covered his face. Every time he opened his mouth, stupid came out. It was like he couldn’t even control it. Yeah, he wasn’t the best with words, but damn, even he knew how to call someone beautiful.

“It’s fine, Kags.” You leaned over him and laid your cheek against his chest. He was warm. Warm and soft and honestly just big. Compliment, insult or whatever he was doing, it wasn’t going to ruin your night. “You’re lucky I’m not bothered by those things.”

You sat up and unbuckled his pants, sliding them down his legs before he uncovered his face to look at you. Keeping your eyes on his, you slowly undid your own pants and let them fall to the floor. You watched as Kageyama sat up, swallowing hard as his eyes followed your pants down your legs before shooting back up to your underwear.

Yes, you were wearing a matching set. It didn’t happen very often and you did buy this particular set for this particular night, but he didn’t need to know that. Honestly, you didn’t think he would have even cared about the set at all but seeing him look at you when you had on the bra and seeing the way he looked at you now, he made it feel worth the effort.

“You look… great,” he mumbled, each word seeming as if it strained him to get them out.

“Thank you.” You stepped closer to the bed and he walked himself to the edge until he could pull you into a kiss and pick you up.

The tiniest reminder of what happened last time flew through your mind and you tightly gripped his shoulders, but Kageyama just set you down on the bed gently before deepening the kiss, allowing his tongue to overtake yours in a way that made your eyes roll back.

With things moving along swiftly, you figured it was a good time to get the party rolling and you reached down in between the two of you and into your underwear. Kageyama could feel your hand as it made its way down and watched your movements. At first, he was just looking while he continued kissing you. A little awkward, a little uncomfortable, but you thought he was doing it just to turn himself on. Soon, he pulled away from the kiss completely, pulling back so he could get a clear view.

“Let me do that.” He didn’t ask, he didn’t demand. He just sort of said it and honestly you were a bit stunned. You couldn’t figure out if you were surprised or nervous. From what you remembered last time, the guy had no idea what he was doing, nor did he show any interest in really learning. Still, he softly grabbed your wrist and moved your hand aside, replacing the fingers in your panties with his own.

Now, you would be the first to admit, when someone knew what they were doing, having them do it felt infinitely better than doing it yourself. The important part was, they had to know what they were doing. It was very important and honestly, most often not the case. You laid there, half expecting Kageyama to fumble around a bit as he watched your face for all the signs of mind-blowing pleasure so he could feel good about himself. He seemed like that type and you might have been willing to give him that.

As it turned out, he wasn’t that type because instead of staring at you, he laid down, half on you and half on the bed, and propped himself up on his free arm before lowering himself until he could comfortably kiss your neck.

He wasn’t even going to watch you? You momentarily questioned everything until his lips found that wonderful spot on your neck and your mind went blank, your head relaxing against the pillow under you.

Relaxed was good. Relaxed meant that you could wait for him to get bored with touching you and you could pick up where you left off before and get the show on the road. That was the plan.

Well, that was your plan. Kageyama had a different plan and the moment he actually started touching you, he sighed quietly. It was definitely quiet, but because he was right next to your ear, it was anything but quiet and entirely beautiful. If you weren’t already wet, you were definitely wet now. His fingers slipped through your folds and gathered your warm wetness, bringing it all to rest gently as he slowly circled your clit.

His plan was so much better than your plan.

Holy fuck. Your eyes shot open as he sped up his hand and you could feel the building of warmth in the core of your body. Wait a second. This felt… good. This felt so good. Where was this last time? Your head fell back into the pillow and you bit your lip through a moan. His fingers didn’t miss a beat. You would be the first to admit, it might have been a while since you’d been with someone. And you weren’t just talking the last three weeks. Even before that, it had been a while. So when you couldn’t control the level of hip bucking that was going on, you were attributing it to that.

It might have been fast, but it didn’t even matter. Your entire body was trembling. It had only been a short while and you were covered in sweat, your hips twitching, head shaking, all while you had a death grip on Kageyama’s shoulder. It didn’t matter, the man’s fingers continued to work their magic while he buried his face into your neck. Occasionally he would moan softly and it only had you moaning in return. Not as softly.

Finally, your body couldn’t take it anymore. It was like you felt the release just before it hit, like a bucket filling with water and that moment just before it starts spilling over the edge, the anticipation had your vision went white and your entire body tensed and you lifted your hips from the bed in a weird glute bridge, but oh god did it feel amazing. You gasped quietly, unable to breathe while your body stiffened and shook with pleasure.

The ugliest groan escaped from you as Kageyama’s fingers somehow prolonged an already horrendous orgasm. It was torture and at the same time breath-taking. Literally. You had never felt anything like it and if you weren’t experiencing the greatest orgasm in all of history, you might have felt embarrassed.

And still. Kageyama never missed a beat.

Finally, you could breathe again and you gasped for air, chest heaving quickly and you lowered your hips to the bed. You were numb. You’d had great orgasms before, spectacular orgasms, but never to the point of feeling completely numb. Your hand trembled slightly as you rested it on Kageyama’s shoulder.

“Kags?” Your voice was quiet and you leaned away to try and look at him, but all you could see was his ear. His mouth was working over your collarbone and you certainly didn’t want to interrupt that.

“Was it okay?” He asked. “Do you want more?”

“First of all, I am always going to want more.” You managed to joke and he chuckled against your neck and leaned back, looking down at your legs, shaking slightly. Holy fuck, he did that. He did. “Can I ask what that was?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you… like…” You couldn’t think of the right words because you didn’t want it to sound insulting.

“What?”

“Why are you, like, good… now?” You now realized how stupid he must have felt when he was trying to compliment you earlier. He smiled and rested his chin on his arm. “Seriously, you were… I mean, you were really awful last time.”

“I was nervous.” He laughed.

“ That nervous?”

“Yes.” He shrugged and looked down at your shoulder, gently brushing his thumb over the soft skin. “You’re pretty and funny and I don’t know. You were so good so I just let you do everything.”

“I do tend to have control issues.” You’d like to say you were working on it, but you weren’t. It was a bad habit, but one that you had developed after being left disappointed by so many people.

“I don’t mind it.” He looked at you and watched your reaction as his fingers slowly trailed their way down from your shoulder to lightly brush over your nipple and you quickly inhaled. You knew he was that type.

“So in the spirit of telling you what to do,” you started, “how tired is your arm right now?”

“Have you forgotten that I’m an athlete?” He laughed and you realized you had yet to see his full smile before. It was odd. Not the smile itself, but like it was something he didn’t do very often.

“Get to it then.” You laid back down, getting comfortable as you waited for him.

“Can you maybe take those off for me?” He nudged his nose in the direction of your underwear and you reached down and pulled them off faster than you had ever taken anything off.

His lips moved to yours quickly while his hand pushed your legs apart and you waited for the wonderful feeling of his finger circling your clit to take over your body. It didn’t though. He seemed to focus his attention on just a general rubbing of everything and you had a brief moment where you thought maybe he had beginner's luck the first time. It was very brief though because soon after he pushed two fingers inside of you, searching for that special spot and your head was back to digging into the pillow under you.

To your surprise, he found the spot almost immediately and you were nearly back to doing a glute bridge on the bed. Waves of heat ran over you and your body was covered in sweat again. Could you really come this fast the second time? Every part of him touching you was building up a boiling heat in your stomach. It didn’t help that not only was he rubbing relentlessly over that sensitive spot inside of you, his thumb was gently massaging your clit. You could barely keep it together. You wanted to come. You could feel it right there. It was so close you could just let it go and release, but this time around, Kageyama’s moaning was uncontrollable. You remembered he was loud, but that’s when he was inside of you. At this point, he still had his underwear on as he grinded against your thigh. Seeing him lose it was half the fun last time.

“Kageyama.” You leaned back from the kiss, but he just brought his lips to your jaw, moaning against your skin. “Kags, stop.”

“What?” He leaned back, eyes half-lidded. “What’s wrong?”

“Lay down.”

“You’re not finished.”

“Just lay down.” You sat up and he fell to the bed. His fingers slipped out of you and you were really regretting this decision, but, if you remembered things correctly, it was about to feel infinitely better.

The front of his underwear had a little wet spot on it and it only made you that much more excited when you pulled them down his legs. You thought he was slightly out of it, but he moved so fast that he had a condom on before you even fully got his underwear off. It was honestly the small things that you found endearing.

You paused, contemplating saying the joke that was on the tip of your lips, but decided against it and instead sat down on his lap, slowly pushing him inside of you.

“Oh my god, you feel amazing.” Kageyama’s eyes closed and he gripped your hips, forcing them back and forth over him. “Holy fuck.”

Somehow, this man, who you’ve admitted on several occasions was very good-looking, just became even more attractive. The little thrust of his hips, his abs tensing and relaxing as he breathed, the muscles in his chest and arms pulsing as he tried to move your body, his neck veins, the sweat that was dripping from his temples and jaw, and the way his mouth hung open as quiet whines and moans pushed out past his lips, all of it sent goosebumps across your skin and a burning heat in your body.

You ground your hips down and he moaned loudly, his head digging into the pillow under him. You remembered that. You definitely liked that part. His loud moans echoing in his bedroom were much better than the love motel. Without the potential threat of getting kicked out because of a noise complaint, you wanted to see just how loud he could get.

Each and every time you ground down onto Kageyama, he felt like his body would explode. He would be the first to admit that he wasn’t that difficult to please. Sex for him lasted only as long as it took his partner to come because he was always shortly after that. With you though, it seemed different. He wanted things to take a bit longer, things to move a bit slower, he wanted to have more time with you. But he knew that if you kept grinding down on him the way you were, he wasn’t going to last much longer at all.

“Fuck, it’s too good,” he wheezed out, his voice strained from the moans. He opened his eyes and looked at you. You were smiling, looking down at him as your body bounced quickly and he bit back a groan. There was no way he would last much longer. He brought his thumb to your clit and started rubbing over it, first slowly, then quickly.

“Oh Ka–” Your head fell back with a heavy moan and you ground down even harder than you were before. “Faster.”

“Shit.” He moved his thumb even faster, his head falling back as your body sped up. He forced himself deeper, thrusting upwards each time you pushed down. Both of you were moaning loudly, the sounds bouncing around the room as he brought you nearer to your orgasm. “You’re so amazing.”

“Don’t stop,” you begged, but the second you spoke the words, your body fell back as your orgasm took over. He could feel your muscles tightening, your body shaking above him and he did his best to hold you there while he thrusted further into you. The tightening of your walls and the fresh warmth of fluid that fell all over his cock had him crying out as he orgasmed.

“God…” He gripped your hips tightly, driving his hips into yours with several heavy grunts until his entire body trembled under you and he fell to the bed. He was left gulping for air, his throat dry from overuse that you could almost hear him wheezing. You watched his body slowly calm itself down with his eyes closed. His chest rising and falling quickly, his ab muscles flexing, his shoulders still shaking and his hair soaked in the front, strands glued to his forehead, and again, somehow he managed to look even more handsome. “Geez.”

He rubbed his face and you took that as your cue to get up and you slowly pulled off of him, dreading the empty feeling as your bodies separated. You had always hated that feeling, but something about it now made it feel extra bad. If memory served you, Kageyama was a good two seconds from falling asleep and this was the perfect chance to step away.

As soon as your feet hit the floor, you felt his hand firmly grip your wrist and you turned to look at him. He was awake. Wide awake with his eyes staring clearly at you.

“Don’t go.” He sat up quickly. “Don’t leave so soon.”

“I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“You’re not leaving?” His eyebrows came together.

“No.” You chuckled and tugged your wrist until he let go. “Give me a second.”

He nodded and you made your way to his bathroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t that difficult to find since it connected to his bedroom. Blindly feeling around for the light switch, you felt the raised plastic and clicked it, light filling the room and you gently closed the door behind you.

Your original mission was to pee, but now that you were in there, you were interested in how he liked to keep things. Snooping was something you were good at. You had a feeling he was an organized person, but this was a whole different level. Everything had a place and was somehow made to look like decoration. Even his razor had a stand that looked like some sort of art sculpture.

Each drawer was perfectly organized with towels, cotton pads, cotton swabs, and toilet paper. There was one drawer at the top filled with lotions and expensive soaps. You didn’t know the brand, but you could tell it was expensive by the packaging.

The bottom drawer nearest the toilet was the least organized, you noticed. Random feminine products were stuffed in little trays. He had everything from tampons to pantyliners to makeup wipes to tweezers. He even had a facial massager in there which made you wonder if he had any idea what he was buying or if he just randomly went through aisles and put stuff in his cart. He also had a menstrual cup. Just one, which confused you for a second. Either way, the thought was appreciated and you made a mental note to remember it before you quickly peed and went back to the bedroom.

“Are you done going through all my drawers?” Kageyama’s voice came from the darkness. After turning out the light, it took your eyes some time to adjust.

“You heard that?” You cringed lightly.

“You were kind of slamming them.” He laughed quietly as you tiptoed to the bed, sitting on the edge. Your eyes adjusted and you saw him sitting up, his back against the headboard, watching you as you looked around his room. “You look pretty like that.”

“Like what?”

“Just sitting there.” He shrugged and leaned in a little. “What are you thinking about?”

What were you thinking? You certainly weren’t letting the comment get to your head. You weren’t thinking about how, for someone who stumbled over everything he was trying to say earlier in the night, he managed to switch it around and continued giving you the best compliments anyone else ever had. You certainly weren’t thinking about how you feel a little less alone when you are with him or about the fact that you didn’t actually like being alone even though you told everyone that you did. You definitely weren’t thinking those things.

Except you were. You were thinking of every single one of those things, but you couldn’t tell him any of it.

“Just thinking about how clean your bathroom is,” you lied and Kageyama laughed. It was that laugh that seemed almost wrong on his face, like it didn’t belong or didn’t know how to be there, but god did it look good. “I really like when you smile.”

Fuck. Why did you say that? Why did you say that?! It might have been true, but read the room, this was not the time for comments that sounded romantic. You just had sex. Couples say stuff like this afterwards. You and Kageyama are not a couple. You panicked slightly, trying to find a way to change the subject or at least fix it so it didn’t sound so cheesy, but you heard Kageyama laugh and you looked up to see him smiling.

“Thanks. Not many people tell me that.”

“Really?” You were sure he got tons of compliments from all his fans.

“I guess I seem too serious most of the time.” He shrugged.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“You don’t think I’m serious?”

“No, I mean, I don’t know. I’ve been around you a total of, like, eight minutes.”

“Well maybe if you wouldn’t leave so quickly afterwards, you’d know.”

“Fair point.”

“Every time I’ve opened my mouth tonight, I’ve managed to insult you.” He had a point and you laughed at his little eye roll. “Because of that, I just stay quiet. People mistake that for being serious.”

“I do agree that your compliments need work. But they’re not terrible .”

“They’re not?”

“I distinctly remember you calling me pretty earlier.” You pointed out and watched him think about it before you could see he remembered. “I also remember you saying I was amazing and so good .”

He laughed at your overly dramatic reminder of his compliments and you felt a fluttering in your chest at the sound. Kageyama was cute. So fucking cute. He had some weird quirks about him, but who didn’t? He was sweet, good in bed which was an incredible turn of events, and he was easy to talk to. These were all surprisingly difficult qualities to find. Most of all, he seemed to like you which was another quality that was difficult to find. Nearly impossible, actually. It really made you wonder why he didn’t already have someone. How could a guy this good, that could get anyone, be alone?

“Why didn’t you want me to leave?” It was a bit forward, you had to admit. It was forward and kind of a weird time to even ask it, but it had been weighing on your mind a bit. It wasn’t even that he didn’t want you to leave, it was that he seemed worried that you would. There was a definite difference between the two and you were curious about his thoughts.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “You make me feel less alone.”

“You know, any woman, or man, can do that for you too.” You smiled, leaning towards him and he shook his head with a smile.

“I can assure you, that’s not true.” He sat up, moving close enough to you to grab your arm and pull you to lay back in bed. You followed, letting him cover you with his blankets and he propped his head up on his elbow and stared at you. “Your company is different.”

“What is so different about me?” You rolled onto your stomach and looked at him, resting your chin on your palm.

“You’re just different.”

“How?” You were prying. This was definitely prying and you could tell that Kageyama struggled a little, but it seemed less like he didn’t want to tell you and more like he wasn’t sure how to explain it.

“I feel like when we’re together, I can just be me. It’s like I can forget that I’m a pro athlete for a while.” He seemed satisfied with his answer, but when he looked at you, he could tell you were still confused. “It’s like you not caring that I’m an athlete, gives me a chance to forget it too.”

You stared at him, your eyebrows together as you thought about it. It made sense, but also didn’t make sense.

“God, I suck with words.” He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

“No, no. I get it.” Well you sort of got it. “But it’s not like you’re wearing your uniform. It’s easy to forget.”

“You’d be surprised. I’m never just Tobio Kageyama with anyone.”

“Who else would you be?” Now you were confused again.

“Pro athlete, famous setter, olympian, rich guy with an expensive apartment–”

“In defense of that, you do have a really expensive apartment.”

“Did you steal anything from any of my drawers?”

“No!” You sat up, appalled that he would even think that.

“Did you tell anyone that you were with a pro volleyball player?"

“Just the friend that was with me when I found out.”

“Have you tried getting into any of the games using my name?”

“No, but–”

“Have you asked me for anything like getting into clubs or expensive jewelry or anything?”

“You know I haven’t. Who would ask–”

“Exactly. Who would ask for that? But people do.” He shook his head. “All the time.”

“Damn.”

You knew people could be shitty, but this was a whole other level of surprising. You worked in a bar and have come across some terrible people that treated you like garbage, but that was your job and you could walk away from it. Kageyema didn’t seem to have that luxury at all.

“Well, Tobio Kageyama, you do not have to worry.” You patted his arm and leaned closer. “I don’t even like volleyball.”

He almost snorted at that, shaking his head with a smile before staring at the wall for a short while and then bringing his attention to you.

“You know, I liked that you didn’t know who I was before, but I think I like it more knowing that you know.”

“Me too, “ you agreed. It was almost sad how something as simple as friendship or kindness or love could be so difficult for Kageyama to find. You were sure being a pro athlete had its perks, but given the opportunity, you weren’t sure you would give up your anonymity to the world or give up the comfort of knowing someone wanted to be with you because of you and not your money or fame.

While you were thinking, he had moved closer to you, resting a hand under your chin before leaning in and kissing you. You had been so caught up in talking that you’d almost forgotten that you both had just fucked. He opened his mouth, dipping his tongue out to taste your lips and you inhaled sharply. What was it about guys being vulnerable that had you getting so hot? You pulled back to look at him, wanting more and fairly certain he wanted more too.

Kageyama noticed something in your eyes. You were thinking of something and before he could ask you what, you smiled. A big, bright, wide smile that had his breath catching in his chest. What were you thinking?

“What?” He questioned hesitantly. You considered responding, but decided against it as you leaned in and kissed him again. Kageyama immediately pulled your body closer to him and deepened the kiss further. It almost felt strange though. It was a new feeling for you. He was naked and you were naked, but it felt different. It was almost more intimate, like cuddling without the cuddling part. Your hands ran all over his bare skin before they found themselves squeezing his ass. Somehow your hands always found themselves there.

“Yes,” he moaned into your mouth which made you smile and you couldn’t resist lightly biting his bottom lip which elicited another moan. God, he was easy. You loved how easy he was. He was also hard as a rock and you pulled yourself away from his lips, wiggling your way under the covers until you were between his legs.

Still just as beautiful. You hated that. Men shouldn’t be allowed to have pretty dicks. They should all be ugly, but that just wasn’t the case with him.

While you were down there, you happened to notice something you didn’t see last time. You were so sure he was one of those guys who had no interest in maintaining his pubic hair and just got lucky with a minimal, perfectly-shaped amount. But, just above his pubic bone where the hair seemed to magically stop, there was a little bit of regrowth. You didn’t see it last time because you weren’t this close, but this man actually took care of himself.

Your little celebration of hope for women everywhere ended abruptly as Kageyama shifted his feet back and forth, anticipating your touch. He gently lifted the blankets up and peeked down at you and you used the opportunity to hold eye contact with him as you slowly and lightly licked up the side of his cock.

“Oh fuck.” His head dropped back onto the pillows and his hips thrusted forward involuntarily. It was a really light lick, you could imagine how frustrating it must have been, yet he still ate it up and it only made you want him that much more. So, you picked up the pace a bit, your lips surrounding the smooth head before pulling off and slowly dropping deeper until you felt like you might gag. It had definitely been a while for you, so you decided taking your time was best.

The deeper you went, the louder Kageyama got. The faster you went, the more he begged for more. You didn’t know him that well outside of the bedroom, but his shy demeanor the first time you met, anxious or not, couldn’t possibly match how vocal he was now.

“Yes, baby! Harder!” He cried out and you were slightly confused by what harder meant, but he seemed happy as long as you continued so you just kept up with it. “God, baby… fuck .”

You were also a little confused because he definitely knew your name now, yet he still insisted on calling you ‘baby’. Either way, it was hot as hell hearing him moan like that, so you weren’t about to complain.

As you continued, you were sure he was close to climax when suddenly he quickly yanked the covers up and looked at you. You nearly jumped back, not because of him looking, though it was jarring having you suddenly exposed while having a full dick in your mouth, but what had you jumping was how surprised you were at the sudden movement.

“Get your ass up here.” He choked, his voice raw. You paused for a moment, almost confused because it sounded like you were being scolded? Maybe he wanted to role play. You sat up and wiggled your way back up to him and he shook his head. “No, no. Your ass.”

“What?”

“Your ass… Your butt. Bring your butt up here.”

“My ass and my butt are the same thing, Kags.” You honestly were confused because his voice was quiet and raspier than it normally was and what he was asking for didn’t make sense.

In the most dominant gesture you had ever seen from him, he sat up, rolling his eyes at you, and grabbed your hips while twisting your body so you sat on his face, keeping your face at his groin.

If you could have laughed, you would have. He meant your literal ass. Bring your literal ass up here. If it weren’t for how incredibly sexy it was that he lifted you so easily, the fact that the man was trying to sixty-nine by saying ‘ get your ass up here ’ would have set you into a fit of laughter. You weren’t laughing though because man was this guy it.

You leaned forward again, wrapping your lips around the tip of his erection and sucking lightly before you felt the most heavenly movement in between your legs and instantly pulled off of him.

“Holy shit.” Your hips naturally lifted and he grabbed them, pulling them back down. “Kags…”

That tongue. You knew that tongue would be trouble. You didn’t know when the trouble would present itself or how, but you knew that eventually it would. And now was when it finally did. If his fingers over your clit felt amazing, you didn’t have words for his tongue. God, and he was moaning. Hewas moaning as he pushed his face deeper in your folds.

“God…” You dropped your head to rest on his hip as you did your best not to grind down on him. You were turned on, definitely turned on, but this had you crying and clawing against his thighs. His tongue swirled and flicked and rubbed while he was sucking and kissing and still somehow moaning against your body. Those moans were going to be the death of you and it didn’t matter what you wanted to do, you body was no longer in your control because as long as he continued what he was doing, you couldn’t stop yourself from thrusting your hips forward and holy fuck–

You whimpered. It wasn’t even whimpering. Whimpering might have been sexy. You bleated. You bleated like some sort of fucking goat and it didn’t even matter because immediately your head flew back as your body contorted trying to arch your back in an impossible way. You couldn’t care though. You couldn’t care what you were doing, what your body was doing, or the fact that you were making animal sounds because Kageyama kept licking and sucking and your brain felt fireworks inside. Like the grand finale where it felt like it would never end, bigger and bigger sparks kept blasting through your mind and shooting through your body like electricity, tensing your muscles and forcing your nails to dig into his thighs. You felt sorry, so terribly sorry, and yet you couldn’t do anything but sob until the involuntary convulsing stopped and you quickly lifted your hips from his face, hearing him gasp for air.

He was at least breathing. That was a good sign. His chest rose and dropped quickly, each time hitting your stomach and you willed yourself to sit up and look at him, but you literally couldn’t move, your body exhausted. After a couple deep breaths, you were able to lift your head and realized you had drooled all over his perfect pubic hair. The chances of him not feeling it were slim and you cringed.

Your breathing slowed, returning to normal and you realized his did as well. A light warmth grew along the skin on your hip and you realized Kageyama was gently rubbing your body.

“You okay?” He asked quietly.

“What the fuck was that?” You did your best to turn your head to look at him and he looked confused.

“What?”

“How could you not tell me you were that good at oral?”

“I forgot.” He shrugged.

“You forgot.” You shook your head. “What the fuck.”

Finally, maybe it was annoyance at his nonchalance towards his skill that you had no idea he possessed, but you were able to sit yourself up and turn around, low crawling over to his groin and sitting yourself down. You lined yourself up, ready to sink down.

“Wait, wait.” Kageyama turned to his night stand and quickly pulled a condom out and put it on. God damn it, this guy literally ate you out to the point of you having no idea what you were doing that you nearly raw dogged it. “Why don’t you lay down.”

He sat up and leaned you over until you were under him and he slid himself in. This whole time you were thinking he was the easy one when maybe it was you. He thrusted gently before bringing his lips to yours and it was in that moment that you became more aware of what was happening, bringing your arms around him and wrapping your legs around his back. He thrusted faster and you realized that maybe it wasn’t the kiss that woke you up. How did this already feel so good?

“Holy shit. Already?” You mumbled, pulling away from the kiss and dropping your head back with a moan.

“Do you want me to wait?” He slowed down briefly.

“I don’t think you’ll need to.” You shook your head. He sped up again and almost immediately, you felt the building of heat in your stomach. “Faster. Faster.”

As he sped up, Kageyama’s moans became groans as he worked harder and you could see the sweat bubble up on his upper lip. All you wanted was to taste him and you reached up, bringing your lips to his. Even with him focused on driving himself into you, he still managed to melt against your lips.

Salty sweat and the little bit of you that was left on his lips had you deepening the kiss, pulling him against you. He lifted your hips up, trying to make it easier to thrust while kissing you, but instead just groaned against your mouth.

“I can’t wait,” he breathed.

“It’s okay.”

“You feel so good,” he whined, somehow moving faster. His eyes pinched shut and you could feel his rhythm faltering, his thrusts becoming deeper. As his mouth dropped open, it occurred to you that this entire time, you had never seen this man’s orgasm face. If his volume was any indication, you felt like you were in for a treat. Though, he did sort of have a resting bitch face, so maybe he just looked angry.

His fingers dug into your hip and you watched him clench his jaw, breathing through his teeth as he drove into you roughly. Again, his mouth opened and he grunted. It was an ugly grunt and you felt less bad about your previous goat bleating. Another grunt, another deep thrust and his face turned a dark red. Uncomfortably dark and you realized he wasn’t breathing, the veins in his neck bulging. Small whimper. Awkward thrust since he didn’t really pull out before he pushed in further. A gentle but firm hip squeeze and you could feel his body shaking. One last quiet moan.

Then he smiled. You pulled your head back a little to look. He actually smiled. There was no way that was it. No way was his orgasm face a smile. He exhaled heavily and took a deep breath, his face starting to return to its normal color.

“What the fuck?” You grumbled.

“What?” His eyes were still closed and you could tell he was still in a daze.

“What in the actual fuck. That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

It didn’t matter, but god damn it, it wasn’t fair. Tobio Kageyama, you asshole. You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down to kiss you, which he did. So fucking well. His arms wrapped around you and you tightened your legs around his waist. Kissing him before sex, during sex, after sex, it didn’t even matter. It always felt good. You imagined how kissing him at a cafe would feel. Or maybe in some alleyway when you sneak away from the crowds of people to get a moment to yourselves. You thought of kissing him in a movie theater, the way his arm would wrap around your waist and pull you into him. And kissing him in your apartment as you pushed your cat away just to get closer to each other.

With the worry that maybe you had taken it too far, thought too deeply into this, you pulled away from his lips. He looked at you and you were sure you probably had a look of worry on your face, but his own expression didn’t reflect that at all. He looked at you and smiled before gently kissing your lips and leaning back to look at you again. Were his eyes always this pretty?

“I should pee.” You spoke almost robotically. Trying to get away quickly, you rolled yourself to the edge of the bed, Kageyama’s barely flacid penis nearly being yanked out. “Fuck, sorry.”

You jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. This wasn’t good. Obviously you were attracted to him. You had known that from the first night you saw him. Somehow though, this kind of attraction felt different. It felt like something else. It felt like something more. Honestly, it felt like you had feelings for him.

“God damn it. It was that fucking pillow talk,” you whispered to yourself.

This wasn’t terrible. It was definitely not good, but it wasn’t awful. You liked being single and it really seemed like Kageyama was too busy for anything anyway. That was a good thing. At the same time though, it kind of hurt. Maybe things changed for him too. Maybe after the magical pillow talk, he felt differently.

Fuck, no, he had no reason to feel differently. You were the one that was impressed this time. He didn’t get anything different than the first time around other than a new bra color. Shit, you were the one reaching to his level now. He was hot, successful, funny, and good at sex? You had nothing. Nothing .

No. No . You’re overthinking this. You needed sleep. What time was it? You looked next to the sink and saw a clock. Of course he had a clock in here. Damn it.

You leaned over the sink and splashed cold water over your face. No overthinking. No expectations. Stop worrying. Just go out there and sit. That’s all you have to do. Just sit.

After peeing and a couple deep breaths, you opened the bathroom door. You had expected the cover of darkness in the bedroom to give you a couple more seconds to yourself, but when you opened the bathroom door, Kageyama had turned on the bedroom lights and you stood in the doorway. Not just stood, but stood completely naked.

Quickly ducking back into the bathroom, you looked for anything to cover with. There was a robe next to the shower and you grabbed it, throwing it on and moving back to the doorway. He smiled at seeing you in his robe and that was definitely not what you needed.

“Is there any way I can interest you in spending the night?” He asked, the boyish grin still on his face and he leaned forward.

“What would make you think I wouldn’t want to?” Maybe he didn’t take you running off to the bathroom as anxious, but more as ready to leave. This was good.

“You told me. In your text.” He held the phone up and it clearly said ‘do not expect me to spend the night’

“Oh, right.”

You hesitated. The thing was that being around Kageyama wasn’t actually that bad. The minimal texting you did over the last few weeks was kind of nice. He wasn’t clingy or overbearing, he listened, like actually listened to you, and compared to the first time around, the sex was pretty amazing. Scratch that. Even if you didn’t compare it, the sex was bomb. It was surprisingly difficult finding a man who looked good, smelled good, communicated clearly, and gave you orgasms. The communication on his part was shaky, but you had a feeling he was a quick learner.

You looked up at him as he waited for you to answer and you thought to add patience to that list. His hair was ruffled up on the side as if he had just woken up from one of those really deep naps that have you questioning what day it was. His cheeks were pink and his lips a little bit swollen, while his eyes looked exactly the same. The same heavy, narrow-eyed gaze. Except there was something sweet and hopeful behind it.

Maybe it was that you were recognizing the small changes in his face or maybe those small changes were because of you. Either way, seeing him look at you with that look in his eyes reminded you that being single wasn’t as great as you had been telling yourself it was. Being single was easy, but maybe easy wasn’t worth it anymore. Maybe the reason you had been convincing yourself it was great at all was because no one had shown you anything better. Maybe, though you were fairly certain, Kageyama had already shown you how good it could be.

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll stay.”

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