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︴𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙮-𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚

dad! ushijima x reader

in which,, your husband wakatoshi has a sixth sense when it comes to your child

contains,, mentions of injury (there are none), uh,, falling babies??, ushijima being such a dad, c o c o m e l o n

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it's a very slow day.

it's too cold to be outside at the moment, so you and your family settle on staying inside and staying warm without the comfort of your home. the only light on at the moment being the small lamp on the mini table by the side of your couch. you and wakatoshi are nuzzled on the couch together, you scrolling aimlessly on your phone while ushijima skims through the thin sheet of black and white newspaper. in the background you can hear the droning of cocomelon as Mrs. appleberry sings about washing her hands. or... something like that.

in between the two of you however is your 18 month old son, connie, who occasionally giggles and claps as he watches the bright colors portrayed on the television.

you would describe Connie as extremely energetic, watching as he always zooms across the house, giggling and babbling as ushijima chases him around.

this was one of those days in which the energy gets the batter of your son. he's standing on the couch, bobbing up and down on his chubby, little legs as he watches his show. you look up from your phone, pouting at how close he was to the edge of the couch.

"connie" you call out, with no response, of course.

leaning over, you gently lift up your son who's eyes were still glued to the television, sitting him down instead. you coo to him,

"gotta be careful, sweetheart. you could fall" you say, speaking in a soft tone but authoritative enough for him to give you a small coo in return. you know that trying ng to get conniento sit down was fruitless, as he prefers to stand up. you smile before leaning back against the couch, shutting your phone off before closing your eyes and resting your head against wakatoshi's shoulder. he looks up from his paper, eyes now trained on you.

"sleepy?" he questions, and you respond with a slight nod of the head. he could always tell.

"mhm... such a slow day" you yawn "just wanna nap."

"you can nap."

"I know.. but I wanna stay up with you two" you mumble, glancing up at him. your eyes had only left poor Connie for a moment as the two of you spoke. and it all happens so fast.

"well" wakatoshi starts, "I don't mind watching the—" and he pauses suddenly. within wakatoshi is a flash of realization and suddenly, for some odd reason— he's thrusting his leg out, effectively stopping poor Connie from tumbling down from his place on the couch. you yelp and throw your hand on your chest, heart racing. ushijima glances at your face, the both of your eyes widened at his reflexes before he's leaning over and picking up Connie who's eyes were still glued to the television

"hey, little one" wakatoshi mumbles, turning Connie towards him so that he faces him

"you almost got hurt. you're so full of energy, you know that? you gave me a heart attack."

" cu cu"

right. that was Connie's special way of saying "coco", which is short for "cocomelon". poor thing doesn't even know half of what's going on.

you giggle as toshi sighs, leaning over and placing Connie back on his play mat, on the floor and in front of the television before leaning back, shaking his head in the process.

"that was—" you shake your head in amusement, not being able to find the words. "how did you even do that?"

"you want the honest answer? I've got no clue" he sighs

"you're like Spider-Man"

"you think so?"

"uh, yeah!" you smile wide, laughing softly as wakatoshi's eyes peer into yours, "you were so quick and just— thank you, toshi" you mumble that last part.

"please, don't thank me." his hand slivers under the covers and entwines his fingers with yours, "I promised to protect him, afterall. it's what I'm supposed to do."

you smile, squeezing his hand all while never pulling your eyes from his. wakatoshi presses a soft kiss to your lips, and you try to push push down the smile making it's way into your face. when you pull away, you feel a tug on your pant leg. Connie is by your leg, up once again, one hand steadying himself on his feet while the other clenches and unclenches in a silent plea to be picked up.

"hi there, my little angel." you coo to him, smile wide as you lift him into your arms and on your lap. toshi scoots closer and from the corner of your eye, you can see a ghost of a smile on his face

"you bein' bad, hm? causin' such a ruckus" you baby talk him, and he only giggles in response, chubby hands resting on the sides of your face— in which you giggle back in return.

"I think he's only up here for the remote." wakatoshi chuckles, and you pout at him, averting your eyes for a second.

"he's not. he wants to be with mama, right—" you huff and stand corrected as Connie was, in fact, only reaching for the remote. of course he didn't know how to use it, but he knew that he wanted another episode of his show.

you sigh, "waka, honey?"

"already on it, love"

wakatoshi presses play on the next episode, and the three of you settle back into the couch and under the blanket. you tune out the television, going back to leaning your head against your husband's shoulder.

"still sleepy?"

"yeah..."

"that's alright, dear. rest up."

drowsiness overtakes you, and the last thing you're aware of is the giggling of your son and the soft pressure of your husband's lips against your temple.

and you finally allow yourself to fall into a peaceful slumber with the care of your husband. perhaps he has a sixth-sense for all things.

lust struck

tetsurou kuroo x fem!reader

18+ MINORS DNI

contents/warnings: accidental aphrodisiac usage (reader), alcohol mention, praise, use of pet names, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, dacryphilia, reader and kuroo are engaged, service dom!kuroo

wc: 1.5k

author’s note: my first haikyuu piece! enjoy, y’all!

the faint noise of a whimper almost pulled kuroo out of his sleep. his mind merely chalked it up to be the sounds of a dream, the likes of which you and your sweet sounds often played the starring role in.

however, the second whimper accompanied by the feeling of something wet and heavy sliding back and forth on his leg definitely had his eyes snapping open.

blinking his drowsiness away, kuroo sat up in bed to see you, satin cocktail dress bunched around your waist, grinding your wet little pussy against his thigh.

his breath got caught in his throat and for the first time ever, tetsurou kuroo was at a loss for words.

regaining his composure as he heard a choked sob leave your lips, kuroo reached a hand out to your face. “quite the wake-up call you’re giving me here, angel.”

you looked up at him and the sports promoter was surprised to see unshed tears in your eyes, the water threatening to spill over your lashline as you continue to rock your hips against the exposed skin of his thigh.

“tetsu,” you whined out to him. “tetsu, i need you, i need you so bad please.”

normally you begging for him so nicely like this would put the biggest smirk on his lips. however, kuroo’s head was still trying to process what exactly the hell was going on.

the last time he saw you it was around 9 pm and you were heading out to have a girls night with your friends. he had given you a quick kiss to your lips, told you to be safe, call him if you needed anything, and sent you on your way.

now, it was 2 am according to the digital clock on his nightstand, and you were back here in your shared bedroom trying to ride his thigh like a bitch in heat.

“baby, it’s late and you might be a little tipsy, maybe we should wait till the mo-“

“tets, it hurts.”

he frowns. “what do you mean it hurts, baby?”

you choke out another sob as a tear spills down your cheek, grinding your core down onto his leg with more fervor.

“there was this drink I had at the cocktail bar, and i-i didn’t see until i finished it that there was some aphrodisiac in it.”

kuroo’s usually droopy eyes widened. an aphrodisiac?

“i-i thought it was just a gimmick, but now i feel like…like…ohmygod tetsu it hurts so bad, help me please please- oh”

your head was thrown back and the hardening and flexing of muscle gave new stimulation to your clit, kuroo’s large hands grabbing onto your hips and aiding you in moving along his thigh.

your fiancé gently shushed you. “it’s okay, angel, you don’t have to beg. m’ gonna take care of you, alright?”

you move your head to meet his tender gaze, nodding vigorously as the dark haired man leaned over to give you a kiss, one which you were more than eager to deepen.

the new facet of intimacy added onto the sensations your clit had been receiving for the past few minutes went ahead and tumbled you over the edge for the first time. unfortunately, the aphrodisiac you had consumed wasn’t letting up, for the scorching heat you felt was back in an instant.

“tetsu,” you breathed out to him, a pleading look in your eyes. “i need more.”

“then more is what my sweet girl will get.”

kuroo lifted your smaller body off of his thigh, turning you around so that your back was against his chest. he then hooked his legs over yours to keep you spread open, your greedy pussy exposed to air in the room that seemed to be feeling warmer by the second.

snaking a hand down towards your glistening core, your fiancé brought his lips to the shell of your ear. “my poor baby, you must’ve been suffering so much tonight.”

a little gasp left your lips as his thumb started to circle your clit, teeth nipping at your earlobe. you pushed your hips further into his touch, but couldn’t move much with kuroo’s legs keeping yours pinned.

“let me do all the work, sweet girl. just relax f’ me, okay?”

one finger slid past your slick-stricken entrance, quickly followed by another since you were already plenty wet. his fingers quickly began to pump in and out while his thumb continued its ministrations on your swollen bud.

you leaned your head back against kuroo’s shoulders as you cried out, the relief of having your pussy played with a saving grace after being subjected to the effects of the aphrodisiac for hours.

the sounds leaving your lips began to gain intensity as the dark haired man slid the thin strap of your dress off your shoulder, his other hand quickly going to knead at your tit as he fingered you.

“tetsu,” you panted out. “feels s’good!”

you felt your lover smirk against your neck as he began to pepper it with kisses, adding a third finger into your cunt and curling them.

tears streamed down your cheeks, so happy to feel all the wonderful stimulation your pussy was receiving. kuroo picked up the pace of his fingers even more, drawing harsher circles on your clit as well.

you struggled to vocalize to him what you were experiencing. “t-tets…”

“i know, baby, i know.”

and with one last flick to your bud, you were coming undone again.

“there you go, sweet girl,” kuroo cooed as he felt you creaming around his fingers. “does my baby feel better now?”

the answer to his question didn’t come from your words, but rather the hot feeling returning to your cunt, a pained whimper leaving your lips.

you tilted your head up, eyes hazy and brain fogged with need. “need you to fuck me, tetsu.”

the dark haired man quickly flipped the two of you over, your back pressed into the mattress as kuroo hovered over you. he quickly slid his grey sweatshorts off as you babbled to him.

“need your cock so bad, tetsu, fill me up, please.”

your fiancé grabbed the fabric of your dress, instructing you to lift your arms up so that he could rid you of the clothing. you obediently did as you were told.

as soon as he had both of you naked, kuroo grabbed hold of your hips and lifted them up slightly. bringing his hardened cock to your core, he slid his dick between your sticky folds.

“d-don’t tease!”

“‘m not, angel, i promise, just gotta get lubed up.”

keeping his grip on your hips, kuroo started to insert his big cock into you. every inch that he pushed in had you descending into another layer of euphoria, the feeling of being filled consuming your every thought.

“s’ full, s’ full!”

kuroo hummed as he started to slide back out of your sloppy pussy only to slam back in when he was almost all the way out. moans bubbled past your lips as he continued to snap his hips into yours, moving you to meet his thrusts each time.

the sight of your tits bouncing as he slams into you is a sight that will never get old, the dark haired man burning it into his memory every time.

leaning over you so that he could reach your lips, kuroo began to kiss you in between your moans. keeping one hand on your lower back for leverage, the other came to intertwine your fingers together.

“fuck, you feel so good, sweet girl”

he changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting deeper into you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you let yourself fall further into the pleasure your fiancé was bringing to you, the effects of the aphrodisiac being alleviated with one snap of his hips at a time.

you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening once more, your free hand reaching out to grab onto kuroo’s shoulder. “tetsu, m’gonna cum!”

“then cum, angel, you deserve it.”

you weren’t sure if it was the aphrodisiac, your fiancé’s sweet words, or the fact that it was your third time cumming, but your final orgasm had you gushing around his cock, liquid soaking your joined pelvises.

“shit, sweet girl,” kuroo grunted, the sight of you squirting around his dick triggering his own orgasm as he spilled inside of you.

the two of you were still for a minute as you regained your breaths. resting his forehead against yours, the sports promoter gave a quick peck to your lips.

“now are you feeling better?”

you nodded, encircling your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair. “i am, i think it’s finally over now.”

“good, you were starting to worry me there, baby. not used to seeing you willingly beg so much.”

you felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“shut up.”

kuroo chuckled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “i’m just messing with you.”

“i know,” you replied. “thank you, tetsu, i…i really needed you.”

“of course, sweet girl, i told you i’m always gonna take care of you.”

he brought your hand to his lips, placing a quick kiss on the back of it as your diamond shone in the moonlight.

“that’s why i put this pretty ring on your finger, yeah?”

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“so, what was it this time?”

“osamu!” you shriek, nearly jumping out of your skin when you round corner and find the grey-haired miya leaning against your kitchen counter.

eating your chips.

“i thought i locked the door,” you mumble, throwing the fridge open with a huff. your eyes land on a bottle of wine from a week ago, one you got after your last date.

“i have a key,” he says, mouth full of chips. “besides, ya texted me to come over, remember?”

you’re drinking straight out of the bottle, rolling your eyes at both his attitude and the dribble of wine that falls down your chin and onto your pajama shirt. he’s right, you texted him the second your date dropped you off. it was awful, and who better to complain about it to than your best friend.

“yeah, i do.” you put the bottle down, sliding it across the counter to osamu who slides it back and shakes his head.

“well, let’s hear it then.” osamu picks a couple more chips out of the bag, gesturing toward you. only then do you realize he’s still in his work clothes, black t shirt and onigiri miya, even his apron is loosely wrapped around his hips.

“it was awful, worst one yet. he didn’t even pick me up. sent an uber to get me,” osamu interjects with a snicker. you continue. “i get to the restaurant, and he didn’t even acknowledge me when i sat down! just nodded at like like some dog while he talked on the phone to who knows who for at least 10 minutes.”

osamu nods, seemingly unamused.

“then he spent the entire dinner telling me about how much money he makes, the cars he owns and his latest vacation.”

“business man?”

“actor.”

osamu laughs out loud. “in anything good? anything i’ve seen?”

“well if it’s good, we all know you haven’t seen it,” you hoist yourself onto the counter across from osamu as he shakes his head. “but no, commercials mostly. he said he was really hoping to get on that one soap opera, the-“

“so he was a self absorbed asshole?”

“pretty much,” you nod, picking at your nails. “such a waste of my time! i couldn’t believe it. by the time i finished my food his was untouched! he was yapping the entire time.”

you continue on, gesturing wildly about yet another guy who took up your friday night. and it ended the same as all the others: you, sitting in your pajamas while osamu listens, eating your snack. usually, after an hour or so, you let your feelings out and head to bed, leaving osamu to head back to his own place.

tonight though, he doesn’t want that outcome.

truthfully he’s had it. he’s sick of these guys, tired of hearing about how you’re getting treated when he’s fully capable of doing it himself.

“stop spending your nights with these losers, let a real man take ya out.”

you exhale. “i’ve been trying! not my fault i keep getting set up with them.”

osamu groans while he chews the remainder of the chips, tossing the once full bag into the trash.

“i have someone to set ya up with,” he returns to his spot, directly in front of you and crosses his arms.

“please, who is it? after all this time you finally have someone?”

he nods. “he’s tall, dark hair, has a good job. his own business, actually.”

you hum, kicking your feet back lazily off the counter. he takes a step closer.

“he loves his momma, a real mommas boy type. he’s on time, respectful, and knows how to treat ya like a real woman.”

you raise an eyebrow. “and just who would that be?”

he places his arms on either side of your thighs, trapping you on the counter.

“yer lookin’ at him, sweetheart.”

Rin „I can’t sleep unless my girls tits are smushed tightly around my face. Having her soft mounds engulfing my head is a must for me to fall asleep comfortably and it also becomes second nature to just burry my face between her tits. Nuzzling my nose as deep as possible so smell her scent while having a comfortable weight around my head calms me down in every situation. It helps me cope so good that I hide my face inbetween my girlfriends breasts whenever I feel overwhelmed with feelings and emotions I can’t handle on my own. If it’s particular harsh for me, munching on the soft skin and a nipple are the only things that can put me to rest while she milks my cock for all its worth; this might even be the best way possible to end my day. So at the end of it, I love being overstimulated and have to think of nothing while I lay on those soft tits as my girl fucks me dumb with her hand alone,, choking on my drool and letting it smother all over her chest. If I suckle her buds in my mouth, it puts me in a very deep slumber only she can wake me up from. Tits are really my safespace.“ Itoshi

nagi seishiro - complicated *:･ﾟ✧

ft. nagi x f!reader, 18+ minors dni

cw: car sex, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, small age gap?

synopsis: it was no secret that nagi seishiro liked you, but you’d rather run a million miles away than tell him that his feelings were requited

wc: 2.4k

A/N: hi i’m back with more nagi brainrot <3

you weren’t stupid. people have been telling you for years that nagi was into you. plus when you were in middle school you may or may not have found a word doc saved on his laptop outlining all the reasons he liked you and how he was too scared to confess. you simply closed out the tab and moved on though. to be honest, you were glad nagi wasn’t the type to confess first. pushing boundaries past friendship would be complicated. 

although if anything was complicated, it would be the knots forming in your gut as nagi pulled up his jersey to wipe off water from his lips after taking a swig. the flash of pale skin below his shirt that the movement exposed was not missed by your trailing eyes.

you’d be damned if anyone found out that athletes, specifically soccer players, sat at the top of your type. and how nice of nagi to become exactly that within the span of the 2 years you were away abroad. 

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choso and his bimbo princess *･ﾟ:

choso with his bimbo girlfriend is so … it’s something. choso isn’t used to the pda or how bright she is, he’s not used to a bubbly personality who’s so dumb, but smart books wise. he tries to show her love but it’s always so awkward. like an awkward side hug that he quickly moves away from because his stomach started to flutter in the worst way. but one thing choso never missed was pleasing his little ditzy princess. he likes tie-ing her to the bed, her body stripped from any clothes big boobs out, the pretty tummy and fupa that he would kiss and lick leaving hickey’s on every part of her. her thick thighs would be spread a rose being rubbed up and down her pussy, choso watching how she clenched around the air and squirted all on his black sheets. or how he loved fucking her while standing. hands holding her things bouncing the chubby things on his cock like she weighed nothing, his cock would be hitting her cervix repeatedly making her scream out. “shut up mama, daddy’s not done. never. fucking. done” his dick would cum inside of her and then give the best after care afterwards, the awkwardness all gone. kissing her forehead and telling her how he loved her more than anything. then tomorrow would go back to awkward hugs but at least you know he loved you deeply