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veraghost · 2 years
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tag teamed! ❤️‍🔥
𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴  pt. 2
featuring: f!reader, kuroo + kenma, bokuto + akaashi, ushijima + tendou
cw: sub!reader, voyuerism, fingering, dumbification, penatrative sex, online sex?, male masturbation (tendou), creampies, overstimulation, double cerampie?, multiple rounds, praise, if i’ve missed any please let me know
nsfw under the cut, please have ur age in ur bio or i will block you. 18+
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kuroo  +  kenma
“baby?” you ask kenma quietly, hoping he hears you through his headphones. when he pulls his headset off, he quickly nods to you, a silent “what’s up” to you. when you explain to him that you miss his company, he pats his lap, and soon enough your straddling his lap, face nuzzled into his neck. but when your this close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his body, you start to become a little horny.
squirming around in his lap, he looks at you sternly - you’re distracting him from his game. you apologize before finding a comfortable position, right on his dick. he notices your issue almost immediately, and pushes a hand into your panties, playing with your clit.
little do you know that he’s not playing alone, and kuroo and hear your little pants and moans through kenma’s headset, and he can’t help but get off with you. kenma stays quiet while you both find pleasure, enjoying the fact that even after all these years - kuroo is still crushing on his perfect girlfriend. when kenma realizes you’re close, he puts his headphones on your ears, letting you hear how good you make kuroo feel.
you’ve never cum so hard in your life.
bokuto   +   akaashi
“fuck, ‘kaashi she feels so tight, so warm and perfect.” bokuto rants on about your pussy - although he’s fucked you so many times, felt your walls clench around his dick, he never seems to get over how perfect you are. akaashi isn’t surprised over, bokuto always ends up talking about your sexcapades when hes drunk, ranting on about how perfect you are. 
and keiji can’t wait to sink into you, once bokuto reaches his high, when he fills you up to the brim, keiji gets to fuck it back into your sopping cunt, making you see stars. and that’s exactly what he does, it’s messy and wet and everything you should feel disgusted about, but when akaashi is making you cum again and again on his cock, you can’t help but feel completely blissed out, almost passing out from pleasure.
you don’t know how many times you’ve came by the end of the night, but when akaashi finally fills you up, his cum mixing with bokuto’s, when he accidentally brushes against your clit, you’re almost thankful that it’s over, wincing from overstimulation.
ushijima   +  tendou
“look at her eyes, ushiwaka, she’s completely fucked out on you” tendou smirks, a teasing tone in his voice. but you can’t even talk back to him, too lost in the feeling of ushijima’s cock hitting the spongy spot in you so easily, almost hitting against your cervix. it’s almost too much, but you can’t even complain, trying to push his hips to make him slow down, but he’s almost as lost as you are.
and tendou get’s to watch it all happen, stroking his cock on his bed, watching from across the room an ushijima fucks into you. this wasn’t how things were supposed to go - not that you should complain. you had simply gone over to wish ushijima good luck on his game later that night, before spilling juice on your chest and suddenly things escalated from there.
you cum for the umpteenth time, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out of your mouth, and tendou cums at the sight, riding his high out with you. it gives ‘toshi a couple more thrusts before he pushes in one last time and cums, filling you up until it’s spilling out of you.
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veraghost · 2 years
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sleepy in a sundress ❤️‍🔥
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wrote this for @134340am​ ‘s Sundress szn collab! hope u enjoy! ps, this is my first time writing in awhile!
w/c: 2.7k
cw; nsfw scenes, penatrative sex, breeding, heat stroke, oral sex (f recieving), somnophilia, begging, softieshima, overstumulation (slight) if i missed any, please let me know
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In the middle of summer, when your apartment is scorching hot, when your skin is sticky with sweat, you need to find some way to cool down. The solution being short dresses and little to no clothing. Although your A/C is blasting at every hour of the day, the heat always overpowers it, making almost everything inside hot - borderline uncomfortable. So when Tsukishima proposed the idea of going to the park, you quickly ran to your shared bedroom and found the beautiful sundress you had bought in secret just for this moment.
After hastily putting your sundress on - eager to get out of the house - you spend five minutes trying to get the zipper in the back up, struggling internally, but not asking your lovely boyfriend - you wouldn’t hear the end of it until he was asleep later that day. “Y/N? What’s taking you so long, I wanna go soon or else we’ll miss the ice cream truck!” Tsukishima yells from the entrance to your apartment. Admitting defeat, you walk out of your bedroom and turn around without a word.
“You seriously spent the last five minutes trying to get up the zipper?” He asks, and you can hear him making fun of you, he thinks he’s good at hiding his tone but you’ve been dating since the start of third year, you know him like the back of your hand. “Yes Kei, I did. Now are you going to help me or are you going to make us stay in this apartment for longer? We’ll miss the ice cream truck.” You snap back, not wanting to hear it from him today.
“Yeah, what do you think I’m trying to do?” You can hear some strain in his voice, almost like he's struggling with the zipper himself. “Fuckin’ finally,” he sighs out, and you feel the zipper go up your back, “as much as I love this dress on you, please don’t wear it out often - that zipper is a bitch.” He says, quickly slapping your ass before he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the apartment, locks the door, and brings you outside. 
“So what’s our plan, Kei?” You ask curiously, he didn’t tell you much when he brought up going to the park, since you’re always working you haven’t experienced the fun side of summer since it started. When Kei forced you to take a couple days vacation to finally spend some time with you, you reluctantly agreed, missing his touch and everything else about him. Now that you’ve finally had a touch of life with him again - outside your shared apartment - you don’t know if you ever want to go back to work. 
“First things first, we gotta get to the ice cream truck, Yamaguchi won’t stop talking about how good the ice cream is there, then maybe we just walk around the park?” He suggests, and you couldn’t care less what you do, as long as you have some quality time with him at some point, you’d be happy with just sitting beside him as he reads his books. “Sounds perfect, baby.” You agree before taking your hand in his and starting your walk to the park a couple blocks away.
You forgot how beautiful New York City is, how even though the city tends to smell ratchet, that near Central Park life seemed to become more vibrant, the colours being bright and full of life, the people laughing and conversing with each other, simply enjoying their lives. You haven’t been able to feel this kind of freedom since you got your promotion, since the company you work for lost employees for various reasons, the workload becoming too much, stress eating away at your body. 
“Hey, love?” Kei asks you, waving a hand across your face, getting you out of your trance. “Don’t tell me you're thinking of going back home so you can do some work on your vacation.” He says sternly, almost like he wants to spend time with you? You know he does, but he never shows it this much, always doing small gestures and not outright saying it.
“No, no, just thinking about how nice this is, spending time with you and not having to worry about anything else but where the ice cream truck is hidden today.” You respond back, walking as to not waste time while you’re out. There’s a moment of silence, all you can hear is people conversing and the birds chirping as they come back from hunting for their families. It is peaceful, and for once you think maybe you could get used to this life, not working, just supporting Tsukishima as he plays volleyball, slowly making it to the big leagues. 
“I could support you if you ever decide to, I’d love to- oh! There’s the ice cream truck, c’mon!” He jumps, practically running to the truck. You laugh before chasing after him, knowing the only reason he’s running is so he can get a dinosaur popsicle like always. You remember when you came here for your first date in third year, how sad he looked when they said they were out, so much so you ran to a corner store, saying you needed to pick up some groceries, and how you made him wait outside so you could surprise him with the popsicle. 
“One dinosaur popsicle and… Love, what do you want?” He questions, before getting your order and waiting for the food to be served. When you get your order, he finds a secluded picnic table and sits, gesturing to the other side of the table. As you sit, he starts a conversation, simply wanting to enjoy your presence, listening to your voice making him calm, internally missing the dates you’d have, though he’d never admit it. 
Hours pass, and soon it’s midday, the sun beating down on you, and with only having breakfast and an ice cream cone, exhaustion slowly takes over your body. He catches this almost immediately and you go home, during the walk back, you’re apologising profusely for making your time out so short. He hushes you, saying that next time he’ll pack food for the two of you, and bringing an ample amount of water bottles to avoid dehydration. 
When you get back home, you quickly run to your bed, not even bothering to take off the sundress, knowing if you want to change back into it you'll have a hell of a time. Within minutes you passed out, as Tsukishima sits in the living room reading the book you got him for Valentine’s Day that he never got around to reading, turning on a fan in the house to make sure it’s cool enough for you to sleep comfortably.
When he walks into your room, seeing you in that damn sundress, long legs exposed and your tits looking amazing - thanks to how you’re sleeping, - your hair fallen perfectly and the light in your room making you look ethereal, he can’t help but remember when last time he was in you, hearing you, the red marks you’d always leave on his back while he makes you see heaven. He can’t help how quickly his pants tighten, feeling his erection straining against his jeans. You’re sleeping, not even trying to turn him on, but this fucking sundress made it difficult, all day he’s been thinking about undressing you, making you see stars, and now here you are.
Shifting your position slightly, spreading your legs, making sure you won’t feel any discomfort at all - even while you sleep. He slowly undressed himself, making sure his belt hitting the floor, the little jingle it makes doesn’t wake you. Bringing two fingers up to your slit, he realised that even asleep, you’re wet and ready for him, for all of him. Flipping your dress skirt up, and slowly pulling your underwear down he moves down so that he is face to face with your cunt, seeing how wet you are when the light catches your folds perfectly. He moves your legs a little further apart and takes an experimental lick up your cunt, seeing how your face scrunches up a little from his wet muscle, before going back to a calm, sleeping state. When your breathing returns to normal, he decides to do it again, and again. 
You paint a little in your sleep, moving your upper body a little - almost like you're trying to run from him? Noticing how even when you’re asleep you still get affected by his ministrations, and he wants to see more of it, more of how he affects you. Inserting a finger into your little hole, feeling how it tightens around his finger, imagining it being his cock. He adds another, seeing you wince, he slows down, not wanting you to wake up until you near your orgasm, letting you wake up to white hot pleasure. When you calm down, he adds a third, and feels you tighten a little, noticing how your hips unconsciously chase his fingers.
“Fuck it.” He decides, wanting to see your face explode with pleasure when you wake up - eyes open, mouth agape, tongue lolling out as you shudder in his arms. Increasing his pace, his tongue finds your clit, swirling sucking on it until he feels your breathing coming out faster and your pants bordering moans. He knows your close to cumming, knows your going to wake up at any moment, just so he can fuck you back to sleep. And when you do wake up, you better not be surprised, your sundress made every curve of your body soft, every movement you did, the dress complimented it. And now, when you sleep in it, while his face and fingers are buried deep in you, the dress pooling around his head as he slowly brings you to euphoria, his hard on presses harder into his jeans and he can’t help but rut into the bed, needing to feel some of the pressure leave his body.
Three more pumps of his fingers, his mouth sucking at your clit and you’re cumming around him, your hands fly up to his hair, tugging on it, your legs thrashing around before you go completely lax in his arms, a little sigh coming from you mouth, and he smirks as he laps up your essence, feeling it drip down his chin. Coming up from his spot between your legs, he admires your fucked-out face, a little smile gracing your lips when your eyes open to see your boyfriend,
“Good morning, love.” He welcomes you, before you notice his hard on, raging in his pants. Giving you a questioning look, he looks at his pants then backs you, simply shrugging it off. You start on his belt, working his pants and boxers off until his dick springs out and slaps his stomach. 
No matter how many times you have sex with Kei, how mnay times you’ve taken him, you always forget just how big he is, and how pretty his dick is. Opening your legs a little further, you make a silent offering, too sleepy to say anything, hoping he won’t tease you this time. Knowing him, he will, just a little. It’s been forever since you’ve fucked and you know he won’t be able to hold off for long when he has that look in his eyes. The look that can make you shrink and submit to anything he wants. 
“Beg for me, Y/N, beg for me to make you feel good again.” He tells you, unmoving when you look at him with exasperation. You can’t believe he’s making you do this when it’s been weeks, maybe even months since he was with you. But you’re just as desperate as he is, not having an ounce of patience in you.
“Please Kei, make me feel good, fuck me like I know you can.” You beg, and it seems good enough, because when he finally starts pushing into you, all the air from your body gets caught in your throat, cutting off all of the thoughts in your head. He lets you adjust to him, knowing you probably could’ve been prepped a little more, remembering just how tight you are. When you seem ok, he gives an experimental thrust, seeing your eyes roll back into your head. He chuckles slightly, and you don’t even hear it from how good he feels - quickly becoming a vessel for him to use.
“Remember to breathe, pretty baby.” He whispers before losing all self control and rutting into you, completely forgetting to go easy on you - not that you mind. Kei is usually gentle when it comes to you, scared that he’ll hurt his perfect girlfriend, but now when he’s desperate to make you cum over and over again until you shake from every thrust he gives you, he doesn’t care. He just wants to make you feel good, make you his perfect little fucktoy. He wants to make you forget about your job, become his pretty little trophy wife, a symbol of his success in volleyball. 
He gets lost in that thought, you at his games, watching in the stands in an extra jersey, cheering for him as you tell everyone that's your boyfriend. He gets lost in the thought of you being at home waiting to congratulate him on his wins, console him on his losses. He gets lost in you, in having a life with you, getting married, having kids. Having kids. Watching you waddle around with your tummy carrying his kids, a symbol of his love. 
“Kei baby, slow down, we have all day- fuck just like that” You plead, his pace going even faster - if possible. He’s animalistic, completely out of control of his movements, focused on getting you impregnated, making you his completely. Making you carry his children. 
“Can I make you pregnant? Please baby, wanna see you with my babies, my pretty girl carrying my pretty babies in her.” He begs you, literally begs you. Secretly, you’ve been wanting this for months, wanting to start a family, but being too scared to even bring up the idea, knowing Kei always seemed to be weary of the idea of children, thinking he isn’t fit for the job, thinking he wouldn’t be around enough to parent correctly. But now, when he knows you’re not going to leave, knowing that he was weary of it years ago, he’s ready, ready to make a family with you. 
“Yes you can, please I wanna start a family with you” You say quietly into his ear, and it’s game over. The knot in your stomach breaking, seeing heaven as you cum on his cock, eyes rolling into the back of your head the upteenth time that day. He doesn’t slow either, fucking you through your pleasure, making you cum again from overstimulation. He follows quickly after, angling your hips up so his seed goes to your womb, guaranteeing your pregnancy. 
He stays inside of you until you’ve calmed down, until his breathing is even, and slumps down next to you, pulling out of you and wrapping you up into an embrace. So much has happened and you can’t process it, but your heart is happy as you realise you might be entering a new chapter of your life - with Tsukishima. He sighs into your ear before pulling you closer, so that you’re face to face with him. You can see everything from here, the gold flecks in his eyes, the freckles that adorn his nose, everything. 
“I meant what I said, I want to start a family with you, I want you to be mine,” He says quietly, looking down so he doesn’t need to make eye contact with you, a light blush on his face, and he looks beautiful. He looks like he wants to say something more, and after a few more seconds of silence, of you completely listening to him, he continues. “Please let me take care of you, I have a spot in one of the D1 volleyball teams, I’d be able to take care of us and the kids. You get so stressed when they give you more work and I miss you, please let me be all you need.” He finishes, and you’re agreeing without a second thought.
Hopefully the ring hiding in his closet will come in good use soon, and the plane tickets to Paris.
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veraghost · 2 years
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BEGGING for a continuation of Kenma and Kuroo tag team Kenmas gf reader where they actually have a threesome please and thank you 🙇🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️
hi baby!! i'm happy you enjoyed my tag teamed stuff, this'll probbaly be short cause i'm super tired but i may write full fics for tagged teamed at some point!! here we goooooo!
ps, this starts right after the drabble for tag teamed so yea
nsfw under the cut, mdni or u will be blocked.
warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration, unprotected sex, oral (f+m recieving), dumbification, overstimulation, established relationship, polygamy??, face fucking, dacryphilia, squirting, cumshot, creampie, cock-warming
"y/n, tell kenma to get both your asses to my place, gotta see you cum in person." kuroo says over the discord call in a stern voice. you don't even need to tell kenma, his best friends voice carrying to his ears through the headset adorned on your head. ending the call, he picks you up and brings you down to the entrance, haphazardly putting on your shoes before making the drive to kuroo's house
it's short, kenma making quick work of the travel there, making it there in record time. opening the car door for you, he helps you out of the car - being the gentleman he was raised to be. taking out the spare key kuroo gifted him one year, he unlocks the door before letting you in before himself, locking the door behind the both of you.
you make your way to kuroo's room, making sure to be as quiet as possible, wanting to surprise the man. you don't know if kuroo was serious, but it wouldn't be the first time this has happened, far from it. kuroo's birthday gift a couple years ago was a lovely dinner with you, which ended in him and kenma fucking you into oblivion. since then, your relationship has become munch more than... normal.
kenma doesn't join you in the room, most likely letting kuroo have you to himself for once, letting him take out any pent up stress and anger on your body - not that you mind. while you wait, you make yourself comfortable in kuroo's room, taking one of his shirts to replace your small tank and slipping under his thick comforter.
you don't know how long kuroo and kenma take, busing yourself with cleaning kuroo's bedside table and scrolling through social media. when kuroo does come into the room, he's fresh out of the shower, shirtless and hair dripping water down his abs. his v-line going down to his hips, a happy trail in the middle leading to his dick, and although he's wearing sweatpants you can still see the beautiful outline of him.
he wastes no time in you, admiring the view of your body drowning in his old volleyball jersey, looking smaller than usual in the large shirt. your eyes look so innocent - far from what he knows is the truth. when kenma enters the room, he sits on kuroos gaming chair, not even bothering to watch the scene in from of him, just putting on kuroos headphones and picking out a game he'd enjoy.
kuroo on the other hand in hovering over you, waiting for you to consent to his movements. he tells you exactly what he's doing, what he's going to do, he tells you everything. by the time you know it, his mouth is latched onto one of your nipples, a trail of light hickeys trailing from your jaw to his current position. one of his hands is playing with your other nipple, tweaking it into a peak, his other hand making good work of your clit. he's focusing on your every word, the pitch of your moans and any directions you give him.
once he's decided that you need more from him - after relentless begging and teasing - he makes his way to your cunt, face to face with your pretty folds and engorged clit. looking up at you, he takes an experimental lick, from your entrance to your clit before circling around the bud. when your back arches and your eyes roll, he decided this is what you need from him, his complete and undivided attention on your pretty pussy - and he gives you exactly that.
you don't know when he decided to move from in between your legs, or when your loving boyfriend decided to join the fun, but when kuroo starts entering your pussy and kenma is helping you take is cock in your mouth, you decide to start paying attention again. it doesn't last for long - the time you had being complete conscious was made short, the two boys around you quickly turning you into a dumb baby for them to use.
kuroo is thrusting so perfectly behind you, hitting that special spot inside you that makes you see stars, and kenma face fucking you to push you back in kuroos dick, making you meet his every thrust. it physically hurts to have them both use you, overstimulation overtaking your body. kuroo had made you cum on his tongue at least three times, and now you've lost count on his dick.
every thrust making your legs quake, and once kenma shoots his load down your throat - making you swallow every drop - you allow your legs to give out, laying down on your stomach while kuroo keeps plunging into your cunt.
"god baby, you feel so good, so perfect for me. my perfect little cumdump to use whenever i want." kuroo is saying through pants and grunts, babbling on about how perfect and pretty you are while he fucks you harder. "tetsu, i'm gonna make a mess, gonna cum all over," you tell hem, and swear you feel him speed up more - if possible.
"go for it beautiful, make a mess for me and your boyfriend." and when you squirt all over his legs and his bed, he knows he's a goner, cumming so deep in your pussy you can feel it fill you up and settle somewhere deep.
when he tries to pull out your legs quickly wrap around his legs, stopping him from going anywhere. "just say here for a little, wanna feel full of you for a little longer," you mumble into the bed before he picks you up and lays you down on the bed more comfortably, never leaving your cunt.
"ok baby, least i can do for being such a good girl for us, right ken?"
"yes, our perfect little angel."
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tehe i might've gone overboard on this but idrc, i had so much fun writing this!
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veraghost · 2 years
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tag teamed! ❤️‍🔥
𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 pt. 1
featuring: f!reader, oikawa + iwaiumi, kageyama + hinata, miya twins
cw: dom!reader and sub!reader, double penetration, oral (m.recieving), praise, degredation, choking, overstimulation (suggested), multiple rounds, dumbification, voyeurism
nsfw under the cut, please have ur age in ur bio or i will block you. 18+
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pt. 2 - featuring: kuroo + kenma, bokuto + akaashi, ushijima + tendou
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oikawa  +  iwaizumi
“God you look pretty like this,” Oikawa sighs to himself, looking at his best friend for confirmation. “Stuffed full of the two of us, practically drooling on my cock, so fuckin perfect.” He continues, pushing his hips into you a little more, that inch you can’t fit into your mouth finally sliding, and you can hear him groan, a shudder going through his body.
Iwaizumi is no different, pounding into your cunt from behind, losing himself in you. His grip on your hip is bruising - borderline painful - but everything going on around you drowns out the pain, only feeling pleasure for the moment. He’s groaning out profanities into your ear, making you cream so beautifully around him, and he’s holding off his orgasm just to make sure you’re completely fucked out.
“Don’t get too excited thinking this is a one-round thing baby, we’re just getting started.”
kageyama  +  hinata
It was a simple kiss on the cheek to both boys when they won their game, a small congratulations to the pair for working so hard. You didn’t mean to end up here, sandwiched between the two men, begging them for something, anything. And God do they give you something - the blissed out expression on Kageyama’s face tells you everything you need to know, and he feels so good, so fuckin good. So good that he fucks his cum back into your cunt, all while Hinata is forced to watch, whining in his seat.
“Oh pretty baby, do you need some attention too?” You ask him, noticing how red the tip of his cock is, how his hand isn’t enough anymore. And he’s nodding before you even finish your question. How could you say no?
“Be good for me and keep your hands there for me, okay? Move them and Tobio and I will leave you here to make youself feel good.”
atsumu  +  osamu    miya
“Samu she want’s me in her pussy, isn’t that right angel?” Atsumu asks you, brushing his hand over you cheekbone, smiling adoringly at you. When you said you were in love with both twins, you didn’t expect this outcome - pinned on a bed with both men towering over you, though you weren’t complaining. “Fuck off Tsumu, she’s been fucked dumb, won’t even notice who’s who.” He spits back, lining himself up at your entrance.
This bickering goes on the entire night, but  it doesn’t stop the twins from making you feel good - it makes them fuck you harder, deeper, and you can barely form coherent sentences when the nights done, you’re fucked out beyond belief, and all you can do is smile dreamily at the two men that are around you.
“Sleep well, angel. I’m taking you in the morning.” Atsumu tells you, staring at his brother.
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veraghost · 2 years
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𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮... ❤️‍🔥 - kenma kozume
f!reader x pro gamer!kenma
a/n: i finally got an idea for a fic, hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it! also happy valorant championship!
wordcount: 1.4k
warning(s): nsfw content, explicit smut, over the phone sex, overthinking, believing he’s cheating, the word “panties”, established relationship, all characters are aged up, mentions on marriage, engaged kenma
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Dating a professional gamer had always been a little difficult for you, but it was all worth it in the end. When Kozume had proposed to you when you had been travelling Europe for the World Championships of a game he played, right before he won the final match, you decided then and there that ultimately everything would be worth it. But now, when you’re alone in the apartment he pays for, watching him play through a screen, cheering him on from the comfort of your room, you can’t help but miss him - a lot.
The apartment was quiet, more than normal. You can’t hear Kenma’s PC running or the gunshots from his game as you prepare dinner. The shower only running when your in it, no jingles from his monitor from people donating money, just silence and the sound of the air conditioning running. You can’t even call him, he’s busy practicing for yet another Championship, and you feel alone. 
Usually he’s not away for this long, taking a weekend or a bit more before you can wrap yourself in his arms again, but it’s almost been a week, with little “good morning’s” and “goodnights” keeping you from overthinking. He says its because there’s “a lot more competition this year” and that the “stakes are higher” and you believe him, you really do. But there’s a voice in your head telling you otherwise. You’ve tried to block it out, but tonight it get’s the better of you. 
Pacing your room, trying to calm yourself down from overthinking, from doubting your loving fiancé, you’re taking deep breathes, calming your nerves and remembering all the happy memories you’ve had together. Taking a final deep breathe, you’ve finally calmed yourself down enough to realize your phone is ringing. Running to pick it up, not even bothering to see who it is, and when you hear his voice on the other side you almost melt.
“Ken! I miss you so much! How’s the tournament going?” You ask him excitedly, this is the first time since he left that you heard his voice, thankful he’s decided to call. “Hi baby, the tournament’s going well, we’re the favourite to win this year and hopefully the polls are right. But listen, I think the team and I are gonna be here for awhile,” he starts, and you can feel your heart drop.
“Maybe about a week more, I know it’s a long time but the matches are long and the team and I are really trying our hardest to get home soon but it’s not looking too great, I’m so sorry.” He explains, and he almost sounds like he’s gonna... cry? All the thought’s you’ve been trying to hold back, comes rushing in, and before you can even think, before you can remind yourself that this is Kozume you’re talking about - your boyfriend since third year, that you dated all throughout university, that has never even looked at another girl let alone been interested in one. “Did you find someone else in Turkey?” You blurt out, and you can’t even say anything after, too embarrassed because you thought something like that.
“Baby, what?” He asks, he doesn’t even sound mad, it sounds almost like  disappointment. “Listen to me, I am in love with you - for Gods sake we’re engaged -  I haven’t even looked at another girl the way I look at you let alone thought of one. I’m gonna send you a link, I want you to open it, and before you say anything I need to explain everything to you.” When the text pops up you open the link right away. 
“𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒”
“This is the website for the Championship, if you ever and I mean - ever - doubt anything about what I’m doing here, check this website. It’ll tell you the games for the day and how long they should last, what teams are going home and when, and any other details you would possibly need.” He explains, and you see his team name with another four games within the next few days, seeing he’s going up against the best of the best.
Friday, September 2nd
11am - Bounce VS FNT
2pm - Bounce VS PRX
5pm - Bouce VS DRX
Saturday September 3rd
9am - Bounce VS TBD
All of his games are right there, and you expect to
“Ken, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking and-” “Shhh, it’s okay I get it, I haven’t really talked to you this whole week and I’m sure you’ve missed me because I miss you, so much,” he interrupts you, and you’re glad for it, one thing Ken has taught you is to never feel bad for feeling emotions, and never blame yourself for feeling them. “How can I make it up to you?” He asks, and you honestly don’t know, he’s ten hours away, you don’t even know how he’s awake that early.
“You know, it’s been awhile since we’ve done anything, yknow, sexual.” He brings up, and you audible laugh at it, is this really his way to get you to have phone sex?
“Ken, are you really horny right now? I just talked about how I thought you were cheating and all of a sudden you wanna jerk off?” You laugh, and he chuckles a little too at how ridiculous it sounds. “No no, not like that. I know you’re probably sitting in our bedroom, one of my shirts on because you always do that when I’m away, probably little panties on - if any. No bra on either, because you’re home alone and have no need for one,” and he keeps rambling on, and soon enough those panties are discarded, lying somewhere on the floor. 
Your eyes are shut, and you listen to every move your fiancé tells you to do, letting him control your body from a distance, and you hear the way his voice shudders when he tells you he can hear how wet you are, the little squelching noises being the only other sound in the room other than your moans and his voice. 
“Feel good?” He mumbles into the phone, getting off on your little pants and moans of his name, telling him how you wish it was his cock fucking into him, begging him to let you cum. He loves it - he loves you - and can’t wait to be home, and god does he miss you. 
“So good, so so good Kennie, I wanna cum, can I cum? Please I’ve been good, and when you get home I’ll be even better, make you feel so good.” You ramble on, resisting the urge to speed up even more, to chase the orgasm you want so desperately. 
“Go ahead and cum darling, I’m right here, go a little faster for me yeah? Reach that little spot only I can hit for me,” He urges you on, and he speeds up too, wanting to feel the high with you, and you do, you cum hard on your fingers. “Don’t stop.” He tells you, practically commands you, and your body can’t help but listen, your fingers don’t even slow down, throwing you into overstimulation. 
You cum a second time, and a third, all with Kozume’s help. “I miss you Ken, so much.” You say for the second time that night. You’ve both cleaned up, your in one of his Kodzuken hoodies - one that’s much too big for you, but you love them, no panties on, and just snuggle into the covers, getting warm.
“I miss you too baby, hold on just a little longer, I’ll be home before you know it okay? Win the entire thing for my future wife.” He tells you, and with the tone in his voice you know he’s not lying, being completely truthful for you. 
You spend the next hours talking, catching up on a weeks worth of news, and you think this is longest Kenma has spent on the phone - even with you - he hates phone calls, always opting to text since it’s much more reliable. When he falls asleep on the phone with you, you can’t help but stay on call all night, not having the heart to hang up on him, wanting to spend as much with him as possible.
When he comes back a few days later, much earlier than expected, you watch his highlight reels on YouTube with him, amazed that he’s this good at a game. When you check Twitter later that night you smile a little to yourself, and you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness.
“𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 - 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊”
𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐕𝐏 𝐊𝐎𝐃𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐍 - “The team dedicated this to my lovely fiancée who has not only supported me during this long road to Championships twice, but also the entire team. I love you, and I can’t wait to see what our future holds.”
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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 ~ 𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢
𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫!𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): smut, explicit scenes, mentions of drinking wine (literally just a tasting), very vanilla sex,, 
𝐚/𝐧: tehe welcome to my “love from anywhere” series. i made this as a way to distract me from the school year that is looming over my head and as a safe spot for people to come! i hope you all enjoy <3
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“I will be stepping away from the team for a month after my recent injury, putting strain on my body isn’t something the coaches nor myself have wanted since the start, and therefore i am taking a break to recuperate before continuing my career.” Ushijima had said during a press conference after the alders won their recent match. 
After a nasty ACL injury while training, Ushijima had decided to support the team from the bench until the winter season was over, not wanting to cause any unwanted media attention. Once they clutched a spot in Nationals and was chosen to be on the Olympic team for 2024, he decided it was best to rest for now and then get back into the grind once he was fully healed and ready to dedicate himself to his sport.
Now, you both stand in from of Toshi’s private jet, a gift he gave you for Christmas last year. You don’t know where he’s taking you, but when he told you to pack like it was summer, you did exactly that. The journey is long, according to your lovely husband, and when you curl up into his lap with a coffee in hand, he knew what you wanted.
You don’t know when you passed out, the couch too comfortable to resist, but when you awoke, clouds surrounded the jet, and Ushijima still refuses to say anything about where you’re going, because he doesn’t really know either. He told his pilot to bring you both somewhere you could go out without getting noticed by the press - or as little as there should be, he knows they’ll be around, lurking in the shadows and sneaking photos of the two of you whenever you can.
The paparazzi has seen you a handful of times, but not a single photo depicts your face, just your body in beautiful reds and sultry blacks going to conferences and team gatherings with Wakatoshi. In a perfect world, you and ‘Toshi wouldn’t have to deal with them prying into your personal lives, being able to live and love freely without the need to be cautious, but that’s not the case. 
When the jet passes through the thick clouds, you realize that your husband has brought you to Italy, specifically Venice. He’s watching your reaction, calculating every movement in your face, before you look up at him and kiss his lips. “Thank you, so much ‘Toshi,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again.
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You don’t remember how long ago you landed in Venice. Days? Months? You can’t remember, not when your days have been spent exploring the city, taking backroads to avoid paparazzi, going to secluded dinners and private events Ushijima had scheduled. While spending your nights wrapped in your husbands arms, his cock deep in your cunt, completely blissed out in your penthouse. You don’t have any regrets either, even when people look at you funny when you wince to get up and sit down, when you have a slight limp and you start walking. 
Every morning when you wake up, the first question that slips out of your lips is “what are we going today?” Which quickly gets responded to a “you’ll see, my love,” from Wakatoshi. He doesn’t let you know you’re plans for the day, wanting everything to be a complete surprise for you. Naturally, since your questions have never been answered, you don’t even bother asking, simply getting ready with you husband by your side. Putting on your makeup, tying your hair up into a quick ponytail and brushing your teeth, Ushijima helping you zip up your dress. 
Your morning starts with a coffee, rousing you from your state of drowsiness, along with pastries and cakes from the nearby café you’ve been talking about since your arrival. The pastries come on a pretty sliver platter, perfect for breakfast in bed. While you both enjoy dinner, Toshi and you talk about how his injury is healing, and as he explains the healing process his physiotherapist told him about, you can’t help but zone-out for a few seconds, thinking everything is too good to be true, - it seems that way - a successful, loving husband, visiting so many different places yearly, no kids and pets to worry about - a simple, peaceful life.
“Love, are you ok? You’ve been zoned out for quite awhile.” Toshi noticed, your hazy eyes not moving, too lost in your own thoughts to hear your husband. He waits awhile, enjoying how calm you look, how not a single thing in the world could stress you out. You come back after awhile, apologizing before allowing Toshi to finish his explanation. It’s honestly quite interesting, and although an injury for a professional player is a setback - a major one at that - you’re thankful it happened, finally being able to spend time with your husband after weeks of not seeing each other.
The afternoon and every evening pass by quickly, filled with stolen kisses and museum tours, Ushijima even got you both VIP tickeys to the most popular winery in the city, a private tour for the both of you to enjoy your time wine tasting and eating delectable cheeses and meats. The winery was beautiful, filled with old Italian history and lovely couples enjoying each other presence, for someone who only planned this trip within a couple weeks of his injury - you commend your husband for his thorough planning. 
After dinner at the winery, Ushijima decides to take you back to the hotel to enjoy the spa and other amenities. As much as you would both love to find new places to explore before your trip back to Japan, you both want to enjoy the comfort of your room and the company or each other before your hectic lives resume in the limelight. On your way back, you’re quickly stalled by the paparazzi, and your happiness for not being noticed all week has quickly diminished. 
“Mr. Ushijima, please tell the people, who is the woman and have you decided to stay in Italy to say with her? Tell us...” They’re so loud, their voices echoing in your brain and causing a headache to quickly spread in you mind. Your patience starts to run thin when Wakatoshi tries to push past them - ignoring their requests and wanting to get to your car - it was to no avail. 
“We’ve been married for months, and kept in under wraps because people like you - ones who hav nothing better to do than peak into others lives - tend to spread more lies than truth nowadays. Now, please let me and my HUSBAND, through so we can get back to our evening plans.” You say angrily, completely done with the situation these people - horrible people - have caused. Your private life was supposed to be yours and no ones else’s, and now because of them, that privacy has been exposed and left vulnerable. 
The paparazzi are silent and quickly part a path for you and Wakatoshi to walk through. He even has enough flexibility to turn off the camera that was recording the both of you - deleting all video proof they have of your interactions. He silently opens your car door before shutting it and driving you both back to your hotel.
The drive is silent, you can see the frustration in Toshi’s jaw, he’s never liked the paparazzi - always choosing to avoid them at all times possible, and keeping his words short and to the point when necessary to interact with them - but now, when his week with you was supposed to be uninterrupted, he needs more than the normal to calm him down. 
When you enter the hotel room, his lips are on you immediately, hands pulling and grasping at anything he can reach on your body. Your hands are the same, unbuttoning his shirt and carding your fingers through his hair until he starts groaning into your mouth, giving you an opportunity to slip your tongue in to dance with his.  
You’re both quickly left in your undergarments, and have moved to the bed in the middle of your room, Wakatoshi hovering over you possessively, making you feel so small and safe underneath him. Although he’s angry - practically fuming with rage - his hands are so gentle on your skin, not wanting to leave a single bruise on your beautiful skin. He kisses you with so much passion, letting it exude out of him, not a single ounce of apprehension in his motions. He allows himself to be slow with you, wanting you to enjoy this moment just as much as he is. 
He unclasps your bra so delicately, letting it fall to the floor with such a silent fall you didn’t even hear it. His tongue is playing with one bud, letting it peak in his mouth before moving onto the next one and repeating the action, while his hands are grasping your hip and toying with your clit over your underwear. You’re chanting his name like a prayer, it sounding so beautiful spilling from your lips. He knows you’re enjoying this, eyes closed so peacefully while he makes you see heaven. 
When his pants and your underwear are discarded, you push him onto his back before climbing over him, pussy directly over his cock - with his boxers providing a thin barrier - leaning over his body to kiss him once again, whispering quiet “i love you’s” and “thank you’s” into his lips. When his boxers are finally shred off his body, he grabs your hips before helping you slowly lower yourself onto him, letting you take it as slow as you want. 
His previous anger has dissipated, turning into a hunger to make you feel good, to worship your body, and he plans to do exactly that. A few minutes pass before you’ve caught your breath and behind raising your hips off his dick before lowering yourself back - angling to reach that perfect spot inside your cunt. He decided at this very moment every time your personal life got peaked into was worth it because he got to keep you by his side, day in and day out. 
You’re quick to tire out, begging him to help you feel good and make you cum. “My love, you want me to make you feel good? When you ask so sweetly how can I possible refuse such a sweet request?” He coos into your ear before his hands find your hips and help you move faster than earlier, his hips rising to meet yours every thrust. With his knowledge of your body, it’s not hard before he has you creaming around his cock beautifully, seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth open slightly. 
“God you feel so good, my pretty girl making me feel so good.” He rasps between thrusts. You have a vice like grip on him, and he knows he won’t have much time left before he spills inside you. One, two, three erratic thrusts into your pussy before he fills you up, a white ring forming around his base from your combined pleasure. 
Waiting until you both come back to reality, he pulls out with a wince - the cold air hitting him immediately - before collecting you in his arms and starting a warm bath. He places you on the table while the bath is filling, helping you remove your clothes and makeup, taking your hair out from its up-do. 
Settling you both in the bath, he thinks he should get injured more often.
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AHHHHH HERE IT IS!! this took my like 3 weeks to make thnx to school and personal matters but I promise I’ll get back to this series and complete it (hopefully before the new year!!)
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veraghost · 2 years
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thinking about writing a stripper!reader x rockstar! suna/kuroo fic or series at some point
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veraghost · 2 years
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