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My extremely long hiatus is over and I'm back, itching to write some amazing fics for ya'll!

Got a dream scenario with your favorite character? A specific trope you're dying to see explored? Hit me up and let me know!

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This is for @nope-i-dont-think-i-will ,,,, my bestie ina tesi!!!!!<333

Kinda Dirty Alphabet w/Osamu

• A - aftercare (obvs) this man is all over aftercare, he will make sure that you are good to go before he let's the both of you sleep.

• B - body parts,,, he has many but he loves to grab your waist and put his hands on your belly.

• C - choking,,,, he's down for it he likes to feel the fact he makes you squirm under him from a light squeeze

• D - deep throat,,, he's so big you will cry,,, he makes sure to give you a few breaks but he will keep going until you swallow

• E -. Eating out,,, he's amazing at eating someone out, he perfers to go sweet and slow, but if you want rough, and fast he will give

• F - fertile,,,, so fertile, he makes sure you know he's gonna have baby's with you

• G - grabbing,,,,, he's so grabby, grabbing anything on you,, sexual or not

• H - holding hands,,,, he always wants to hold hands, anytime he sees your hand empty he grabs it

• I - I'm social,,,, this baby boy is all about being social, he has so many friends you can't count

• J - jiggle,,,, (for the chubbys) he loves it he's head over heels for anything that jiggles, belly, thighs, boobs, etc,

• K - kissing,,,, he loves the feeling of your lips against his, he cant get enough

• L - love language,,,, he's def a physical touch person and loves to buy you things

• M - marriage,,,,,, he obvs will be is the best hubby ever,,,,, masterbating- he will let you but he's gets to hard seeing you enjoying yourself alone

• N - no nut november,,, you both fail, as he can't keep his hands off of you or stop touching you, he can't even take 3 days with touching

• O - opposite gender,,, female Osamu is the same way as a male,,, always doing this and that for you and everything, she will make sure that every sensual need is taken care of

• P - positions,,,, he always down for missionary. He doesn't mind if you switch it up but he usually goes for missionary

• Q - questioning,,, if you come out to him he will accept it and will do anything to keep you happy

• R - rough,,,,,, only if you ask for it, or if he's angry

• S - sex toys,, he owns maybe a few, a cock ring, dildo, clit vibrator.

• T - thighs (<33) he's a sucker for the thighs, kissing, biting, grabbing, laying his head down. Anytime he can he uses your thighs.

• U - uncomfortable,,,,, he will stop at any moment for you,, even if he was chasing a high, he will stop for you

• V - vigorous,,,, he loves to show how strong he is to you,flexing,,,,seeing you blush at his muscles makes him proud

• W - woo,,,, he loves to woo you. He feels the need to everytime he sees those beautiful innocent eyes he can't control himself,

• X - X-rays (mhmmm) he's packing, atleast 6-7 inches soft and 9-10 inches hard.

• Y - yearn,,, he yearns for your love and affection and everything about you

• Z - zing,,,, he feels your his one and only and treats you that way, showing you love in the bed he hasn't with others, treating you out making you not pay for the food

(I feel it's too centered near women but it's the first one I wrote)

imagine if you were changing and Kiyoomi came behind you and wrapped his arms around your naked body, then slowly trail his fingers down to your sopping cunt and fingers you

Y’all smut writers are on this app just out here showing out…..like damn!! Out here showing y’all while ass MHA writers I’m looking at you….monster fuckers….bicth me 2 but damn! haikyuu writers y’all sure as hell ain’t slick….but I am 😶😳🚪🏃🏾‍♀️

jujutsu kaisen I- I don’t what to even talk about y’all,go outside let’s get a little more human interaction because y’all minds wander a lil far (I’m joking bc bicth my mind be all over the place.) 

We not even about to get into the NSFW artist! My cams roll sick of y’all mfs y’all…..just might be angels ngl tho.

But with my rant over I genuinely want to say thank you for all the work effort and all of your Beautiful ideas you put out into the world ❤️❤️

fck September (a September baby the 29 so wish me happy birthday) 😌 ITS KINKTOBER!! where’s my monsterfucking breeding fics?! ⏱️😒

Paring: Toru Oikawa x female reader

Requested: no

Genre: smut, female receiving

Warning(s): cunnilingus, figuring, degradation

Summary: Toru eating out his freeuse slut aka you

Word count: 743

Other works

Beta reader: none

disclaimer: this is my first time writing smut, so dont expect it to be stellar (do lemme know if it was good or not)

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

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Oikawa was your pretty cute roommate. You both had met during your college days and as dorm partners and had bonded over time. Now, three years after finishing, you both are still going strong as roomies.

He has settled into his big-boy job of playing volleyball full-time, and you have the most boring nine-to-five ever. Although the big-time celebrity he is, plus the wealth that is flowing into his bank, says he is a richie rich dude, but the boy still refuses to move out, and who are you to say otherwise?

Now, the refusal to move has some ulterior motives, but it's not like you were not aware of that. The man is obsessed with you, more like your pussy, so much so that he refuses to let you have a moment of peace in the house when you both are alone.

The fact that neither of you are in a relationship helps a lot in contributing to it, not like a simple boyfriend would stop the man from bending you over in the most obnoxious place and ramming his cock into you, but surely it would create a bit of hindrance, and no one likes those.

To put it in the most simplest from, you are his personal free-use slut; that’s what you are. You could deny it, but you know it as well as he does, that you'd bend in the middle of a crowded street if he wanted you to.

Not like he actually wanted that to happen, but you get the point. So, as a general rule in the house, it is forbidden for you to wear panties or a bra, not like you liked to do so anyways. He liked having access to your pussy at all times of the day so that he could always take you anywhere and everywhere.

 Just like this time, when he came back from the gym all sweaty and thirsty, for your pussy.

Walking into the house, he looks around for you only to find you on the balcony tending to those basil plants you have started growing a few months ago. Leaving his gym bag on the couch, he strides over to you and without a single word, he pushes you towards the railing of the balcony and, bending down, he settles himself between your legs.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he says from between your legs and without letting you answer, he pulls down your shorts to get the view of your glistening pussy, with its puffy lips.

“Did you play with yourself while I was away?” he asks, looking at you, only for you to let out a flustered whine.

“I just edged myself, Toru, I couldn’t cum,” you say, thoroughly flustered.

“Dumb whore can’t even make herself cum without my cock, that’s what you needed, wasn’t it?” he laughs as you vigorously nod.

Without wasting another moment, he dives into your pussy, licking a long stripe of it and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each and every lick it becomes even harder for you to keep your voice lower, eventually your screams pierce through the quite evening, making sure to let all the pedestrians know who is eating you out so well.

Latching his face further into your heat, he adds two fingers inside you and immediately starts curling them. Your essence dripping onto his tongue is like heaven, sweeter than any candy he could ever have.

While letting out lewd breathy moans, you grip his hair hard as he keeps abusing your cunt.

“To-toru, ahh-”

“Yes, scream my name, slut, let the world know who makes you go all dumb over his tongue,” he groans.

“Toru, I’m gonna-”

Before you could complete your sentence, the waves of pleasure hit you harder than anything else. With a loud scream of his name, you come all over his face and like a starved man, he drinks you up till the last drop of your cum is gone and you are shaking with overstimulation.

Emerging from between your thighs, he gives your pussy a quick slap, saying, “I'm gonna go take a shower, I expect you to be naked on your knees beside my bed, slut.”

With that, he is out, leaving you to shakily walk into the house towards his bedroom, because what Toru wants he gets, and you are no one to deny him the pleasure he so politely asked you for.

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a/n: again if you have read till the end do tell me how you liked it, and thanks for reading.

pairing : kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

wc : 1.2k

content : tit play/groping, kuroo is kinda toxic but it’s fine, soft towards the beginning and more toxic towards the end

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

The pale white suds dance across your breasts. The pretty pink loofah scrubbing away a hard day's work. Scrubbing the misfortune that seems to permeate your skin away, wissfully washing it down the drain. A sigh leaves your lips, a huddled murmur of relaxation falling from them as you finally allow your shoulders to sag. Allow the hot water to de-tense your muscles. It isn’t as good as a masseuse, but it will do. It has to for now. Dinner still needs to be made. Chores still to be done.

Your brain is is starting to pick up speed, a swell of muscle tightening in your lower back at the mere thought of having to continue with the atrocities of adulthood. Yes, the dishes do count as an atrocity. You’re sure of it. So do the vegetables that need to be chopped, so does the meat that needs to be fried. Stomping your legs won’t do anything, no matter how much you wish it would.

A pout comes to your lip. A kicked puppy, yeah. That’s what you are. Poor thing. Too much, too hard for you. If only Kuroo was home. His business trip is taking too long. Too time consuming. You miss him. Miss him far too much for your liking. But he helps. He makes the world just a tad bit easier. Even when purple grows under both his eyes and your own, he still manages to relax your tightened frame. Holding you close. Telling you not to worry.

But this business trip was necessary, blah blah. You know that it is true, but that doesn't mean you like any second of it. You rely on him, he's made sure of it. He likes it that way, really. The words have come from his own lips. So here you find yourself, craving something that cannot possibly be reached. Washing off the make-up you applied that morning. When the air seemed happier, lighter. The dark of sundown always makes you a tad melancholy.

“What the fuck!!” The last shred of relaxation is ripped from your very bones when the curtain is forced open, cold air hitting your naked form. You panic, fear rushing through you as you do your best to cover your body with your arms, shouting at whoever dare interrupts your warm sanctuary.

The red of fear quickly fades from your vision, your eyes focusing on the shirtless figure in front of you. One that you quickly recognise. Black bedhead, one arm stretched behind his head. A yawn echoing the back of his throat. Oh my god, it’s your asshole. The one you’ve been missing so dearly.

A string of obscenities leave your throat, a soap bar soaring towards his head as you shout for no reason in particular. The shock that he’s home, the realisation that you must’ve missed him sleeping in your bed. The fact he’s staring at you with that annoying , simple smirk on his face. Watching your body, your arm barely covering anything. You whine, holding a shampoo bottle as your next weapon as he holds his hands up, feigning innocence where there is none.

“Calm down, calm down. I just came to see my pretty girl.” That confident grin that makes girls fall to their knees. That's the tactic of war he’s using today. It’s a lie, you both know it is. “I came home early.” He’s already taking off his clothes, the invite doesn't need to be said.

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as he steps into the shower, “You didn’t have to scare me like that Roo!” He did, well, he wanted to. He likes scaring you a little. Maybe more than he likes to admit. Your cute little scrunched up face, your insults that are about as light as a feather. The flicker of fear in your eye. He likes it all.

He simply shrugs, arms wrapping around you from behind. Head resting on your shoulder as he closes his eyes. Hums, still drowsy from jet lag even with his nap. His hands touch you casually, rubbing circles into your delicate skin. Moving from your waist to feel you properly. Hold you like he cares.

“Mhmm, tell me all about it later, yeah pretty?” He grabs your body wash– mango scented. Did you run out of the strawberry while he was away? Poor thing, how did you manage without him.

You don’t stop him as he rubs the liquid between his fingers, even though you had already cleaned yourself. You don’t stop him as his hands roam your chest, pretending to just be cleaning the peaks. His hand squeezing, fondling you with no protest under the innocent practice of washing his girlfriend. Casual touches are the most dangerous, especially from a man like Tetsurou.

His left hand gently squeezes your flesh, palming it like a true gentleman would. The soap acts as a sort of lubricant, allowing him to easily slide his fingers over your nipple. Pinching the flesh, twisting it just enough to make your breath falter, to cause your knees to want to slide from under you. But he just acts as if nothing happened, moving back to casually squeezing your breast, rubbing the soap in just right.

His right hand lowers itself. It’s dangerous. More so than you’d like to admit. You’ve forgotten all other sensations save for his hands on your needy body. One that has missed him so much. One that just can’t seem to get off without his touch. You can’t feel the water begin to grow cold, your toes pruning, the cock pressed hard against your back. No, you can only focus on the hand that lowers itself to where you desire him. Where slick has formed at the thought of him touching you so gently. Where you wish his fingers would thrust into you, stretch you, make you feel full.

He hums. He smiles something wicked. One that shows the points of his teeth. Yet, you are too far gone to truly notice it. What a wreck you are, huh? Such a needy thing. So desperate for any ounce of him. It’s cute, really. You’ll just let him touch you however he wants. However he likes with no complaint? Ah, This must be what leaving you alone does. The fight is gone, the brattiness that always penetrates your encounters has been eradicated.

This is what an addiction must feel like. Well, as close as someone could get to being addicted to another human. Taking away his presence, his very being leaves you as nothing but a cute little toy. He can do better. You both can huh? Maybe he’ll make his meeting go a little longer next time. See what that might do. Ah, but he’s getting too ahead of himself.

For now, he’s just meant to enjoy this shower with you. Pump his fingers deep inside of your needy hole, hear you beg in that cute little crestfallen tone. Feel your bodies pressed together after so long. Indulge in each other. Help the other relax. Then he might be able to look towards the future.

Mhmm. Happy wife, happy life.

Masterlist of SassyCheesecake

HAIKYUU <3

Dating Headcannons 💋❤️

🐦‍⬛ ∞ Karasuno High ∞ 🐦‍⬛

🐈‍⬛∞ Nekoma High ∞ 🐈‍⬛

🦉 Fukurōdani Academy 🦉

👑 Itachiyama Academy 👑

🦊 Inarizaki High 🦊

🌿Aoba Johsai 🌿

🦅 Shiratorizawa 🦅

🐺 MSBY Black Jackals 🐺

Meet and Greet the MSBY Jackals!

🪽Tachibana Red Falcons🪽

🐬 Kamomedai High 🐬

7 sins special week <3

Haikyū!! Chat Series

Yakuza!Haikyuu!!Character x Reader

A/N: Bonjour dear readers! This one shot is dedicated to the hot chef Osamu Miya! P.S. This is my first time writing full smut, please bear with me 🫠🥲 P.P.S. This is my longest one yet! Enjoy!<3

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! + 18

Warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content, mentions of pregnancy at the end, flirting, kissing

Genre: fluff and a tablespoon of smut :3

Words: 10,378 (welp)

Onigiri Miya is the heart and soul of 26-year-old Osamu Miya.

He worked his ass off in culinary school, got his restaurant in the heart of Japan, and even received a Michelin star.

But something seems to be bothering the successful young chef recently, as his kitchen staff has noticed.

One of Osamu’s employees, Tanjiro, has noticed that the younger twin of the famous pro volleyball player Atsumu Miya has been kind of moody lately. Okay, scratch that.

Very moody lately.

Tanjiro is currently preparing a new order of salmon-filled onigiris when he hears the waitress Kanao come through the doors that are connected to the busy kitchen.

Kanao has a pissed look on her face and grumbles curses under her breath as she marches over to Tanjiro and stands next to him.

The short-haired blonde leans against the counter, her arms crossed against her chest and her frown lingering on her face, as she starts talking quietly to her friend and coworker.

“Gosh, Miya-sama has been so bitchy lately. It's not my fault the lady at table seven complained that the fish didn't taste fresh, even though I told her that we get fresh deliveries every single day. And then she has the nerve to demand to see the head chef!”

Tanjiro listens to her rambling, nodding along as he glances at her sometimes, putting the nori around the triangular onigiris for the finishing touches.

He puts the new order on a hot plate and places the new onigiri perfectly in position and adds a few Nasturtium flowers on the plate for presentation.

“I mean, you know what the boss can be like, especially on days when his brother pisses him off,” Tanjiro explains to her.

Kanao listens to his words and huffs in annoyance, crossing one foot over the other.

“But he’s been a lot worse for a couple of weeks now. I don’t think it has anything to do with his brother. He’s never been this pissy and rude for so long.”

Tanjiro thinks for a moment and states his theory.

“Maybe he is upset with the fact that a new ramen place opened up just across from Onigiri Miya. I mean, I went to Ninja Ramen last week with a friend of mine, and holy shit that was the best ramen I’ve ever had! Seems like the owner is doing well. She is a chef and she learned the art of making ramen noodles from THE Ivan Orkin. He is the best ramen chef in the world! Doesn’t surprise me that her ramen tastes amazing.” Tanjiro explains and hands Kanao the new plate of onigiri.

All of a sudden, an imaginary lightbulb pops up over Kanao’s head and she gasps loudly, making the poor black-haired cook jolt in surprise.

She quickly places the plate down and shakes Tanjiro by the shoulders, squealing in excitement.

“Tanji, that’s it! We’re gonna hook them up! Miya-sama needs to lose some steam anyway and what better than some hot, mind-blowing, steamy sex?!”

Bewildered, Tanjiro looks at her with wide eyes that scream ‘Are you insane?!’.

Pushing her back a little bit, he hesitantly replies.

“Okay, I am going to stop you right there. First, Miya-sama barely has time for dating anyway. Second, do you want to get fired? Because that’s how you get fired. Interfering with his personal life, that’s like death in seconds. Third, we don’t even know if she is married or in a serious relationship.”

Kanao scoffs at that, regaining some distance between them.

“I am willing to take the chance.” She wraps an arm around Tanjiro’s shoulders and points out to the kitchen ceiling.

“Can’t you see it, Tanjiro?”

“See what?”

“Our chance to be off on the weekends or earlier at dinner times because our boss is too busy screwing a certain someone from across the street?” Kanao wiggles her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way.

Scrunching his nose in disgust, Tanjiro is about to shut down her idea, when a pissed-looking Osamu Miya bursts through the kitchen doors.

The sudden noise of aggressive slamming startles both Tanjiro and Kanoa, making them shrink in fear of their moody boss.

“Kanoa, get that freaking order out to table seven. NOW! Tanjiro, don’t just stand there! Get five more orders of onigiris ready, filled with tuna and spring onions! And why is the rice bowl less than half empty?! Gosh, I have to do everything around here.” Osamu marches over to the pots and starts a new batch of cooked rice.

The blonde waitress quickly glances at Tanjiro once more before grabbing the plate with food and making her way out of the kitchen.

The young cook watches Osamu, actually realizing that Kanoa’s idea of hooking his boss up with the owner across the street might not be so bad after all.

‘I can’t believe I am actually into this crazy idea.’

After the crazy dinner rush, it is finally closing time.

The exhausted employees are leaving through the front door after finishing their duties for the night.

Kanao wraps her scarf around her neck and waits near the entrance for Tanjiro.

As she scrolls through Instagram, she hears him making his way toward her from the kitchen, finally changing into his normal clothes.

“Night Miya-sama, see you tomorrow.” Still counting the money from the register, Osamu doesn’t even look at his workers as he mumbles out a quiet ‘Night’ that Tanjiro barely hears.

The two of them leave the restaurant, walking down the dark sidewalk to the train station together.

Tanjiro shoves his hands into his warm jacket before he decides to speak up.

“So, tell me about this crazy plan of yours.”

Kanao gives him a mischievous grin and rubs her gloved hands together and leans in a little bit too much for Tanjiro’s liking.

“I knew you were going to be with me on this!”

~ Three days later ~

Okay. Today is the day. The day when Kanao and Tanjiro try to hook up their boss with the chef from across the street.

On the way home three days ago, they decided that they split up their tasks. Kanao is going to (stalk) research the owner of Ninja Ramen and Tanjiro is keeping Osamu a little bit longer than necessary at the restaurant.

The waitress found out that the owner of Ninja Ramen across the street is called (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and she is the same age as Osamu.

The best news? She is single!

Thanks to a little girl-to-girl-talk, she managed to convince the beauty from across to visit Osamu after dinner hours.

Usually, Tanjiro is the one that counts the leftovers of ingredients in the fridge but since you are coming over, he involuntarily decides not to do it, so Osamu has to stay a little bit longer than necessary.

It's now 20:57 and Tanjiro and Kanao are getting more anxious by the second. Especially Tanjiro. You are supposed to arrive in less than five minutes and Tanjiro swears he is about to pass out any second now from the stress.

Osamu is busy cleaning up the kitchen and counting the fillings and rice for the list of upcoming orders.

Not knowing he has been set up for a blind date, the owner of Onigiri Miya is deeply focused, as he writes down the number of vegetables in the fridge.

‘Gosh, I feel so shitty for letting Miya-sama do the extra work! Kanao’s plan better be working or else I am going to get fired!’ Rambling in his thoughts, Tanjiro quickly walks over to Kanao, who is wiping down the tables.

“Hey, Kana, what did you tell (Y/N) again?” He looks at her nervously, while keeping an eye out that Osamu doesn't hear them.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, she replies.

“For the last time Tanji, she is coming over at 21:00 and I told her to look pretty because our owner wants to get to know her.” She sprays the table a few more times with disinfectant and lets it dry.

Tanjiro gulps nervously and hisses at her quietly.

“If we get fired because of you, you owe me VIP seats to the next MSBY Jackals game!”

Kanao scoffs at that demand but agrees nonetheless.

The sound of the door chime rings, interrupting the two young adults.

Tanjiro’s eyes widen at the sight before him. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. The perfect body of a goddess and an aura that shines brighter than a thousand suns.

Your eyes are taking in the embellishments and the cozy atmosphere of Onigiri Miya.

An inquisitive look decorates your beautiful face with a smile so captivating, that even the worst days can turn rain into sunshine.

Your shoes echo a little bit on the dark gray tiles and your pretty eyes land on two young adults that look quite happy to see you.

Stepping forward you begin to introduce yourself in a shy voice.

“Hello, my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N), the owner and head chef of Ninja Ramen. I was supposed to meet someone here. Osamu Miya, I think? Is he still around?”

Tanjiro and Kanao don’t say anything for a few seconds until the blond-haired girl finally opens her mouth.

“Oh my gosh… Yeah! Yes, he is still around. Miya-sama is currently cleaning up in the back but he will be right out! Just sit wherever you like, my friend and I were just leaving anyway!”

You gaze at them confusedly, eyes following their backward steps, as the giddy blonde shoves the black-haired guy through the entrance doors.

With one last wave, Kanao exits the restaurant and tugs a bewildered Tanjiro down the path.

‘What a weird duo’, you think to yourself as you turn back around.

You have to admit though, it is a nice place. The whole restaurant is furnished with black square tables and cushioned chairs stacked upon them. The aroma of lemon and a slight amount of disinfectant fills in your nose, strangely comforting you because this tells you that the owner is sticking to the hygiene rules of a restaurant.

Awards about ‘BEST ONIGIRI IN JAPAN’ and framed TripAdvisor recommendations are hanging on the black walls, along with some YELP reviews from people whose names you don’t recognize.

‘Tobio Kageyama, Keiji Akaashi, Tetsurō Kuroo,… hmm… none of these names ring a bell’, you wonder yourself as you spot the light coming from two doors, that you assume is the kitchen.

With careful steps you begin to walk towards it, one hand slowly pushing the door open.

As your eyes adjust to the bright light you spot someone, who has his back turned towards you. Taking in his appearance, the sight of the man in front of you is almost taking your breath away. His whole outfit is black. Black All-Star sneakers, along with black jeans and a back shirt so fitting, that you can define some of his back muscles. A black cap turned backward sits on top of his head and you can make out a chibi version of an onigiri.

Gosh, your mouth almost feels like it’s about to drool at any moment. His deep voice, however, interrupts your staring.

“Tanjiro, why are you still here? I thought you went ho-“, Osamu interrupts his sentence, when he turns around and spots you.

His wide metallic eyes take in your form, quite shocked but also astounded by the sight of the jaw-dropping woman in his shop.

He tries to open his mouth but no words manage to come out.

You are a bit flustered by his reaction but still, introduce yourself to him.

“I-I am sorry for barging in like this, but one of your workers, the small short-haired blond one said I could find you here. M-My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N), I am the owner and head chef of ‘Ninja Ramen’. It’s nice to meet you.” You bow down a little bit as you greet him.

Osamu finally snaps out of his trance and is now able to answer you properly.

“Oh, you mean Kanao. U-Uhm… I-I don’t want to sound rude, but what are yer doin’ here?” The young chef stutters out, like a middle schooler talking to his crush.

Sensing his nervousness, you give him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry I am not here to rob you or anything but Kanao said you wanted to meet me. So here I am.”

Rubbing your hands together sheepishly in front of you, you're waiting for his response.

The former Opposite Hitter furrows his face in confusion, tilting his head to the ground as he tries to remember anything he might have said to his staff members.

“I apologize for any mix-up but I don’t recall sayin’ anythin’ to my staff about meeting ya.”

Now you are even more confused than the man standing across from you.

“That’s strange because, from Kanao’s version, you sounded pretty desperate. Using words like ‘too shy to talk to me’, and ‘wanting to stare deeply into my eyes the whole night until the sun rises’ and I also remember her saying that you think I have a ‘smoking-hot body of a Goddess’.” You cheekily smile at him, crossing your arms across your chest as you walk around a little bit.

Osamu makes a choked sound and his eyes widen in shock. You also notice his cheeks redden with embarrassment and his reaction is making you laugh.

“Relax, relax. The last part was made up by me. I couldn’t help myself.” You chuckle a little bit and gosh just the sound of your laugh is making weird things happen to his heart.

All of a sudden it beats a lot faster. He can feel a spread of warmth in his chest and it’s hard to breathe as well, almost like he ran a marathon for 10 miles without stopping.

You glance at the stack of rice on the counter, along with a notepad and a pen. The door of the fridge is open and your eyes wander over the perfectly stacked vegetables, meat, fish, and eggs.

“Do you need any help?” You ask him while side-eyeing him.

Osamu thinks for a few seconds, before shrugging and agreeing.

“Sure.”

The two of you spent some time together, with you counting the ingredients remaining in the fridge and him writing everything down.

During your counting, you ask him a couple of questions. What made him want to go to culinary school, where he learned how to make onigiri, his favorite food, and even some stories about his time as a teenager in high school.

“So you have a twin? My deepest condolences.” You laugh at the story about how Osamu almost drowned Atsumu at the beach because he drew a dick on Osamu’s back with sunscreen, while he was sleeping and just trying to get a tan.

Osamu laughs along with you, sitting down on one of the two chairs he grabbed from the dining room earlier.

“Yeah, ‘m surprised ya dunno him. He always brags ‘bout bein’ the best athlete and Setter in all of freakin’ Japan. He can be a real piece of shit sometimes, grabbin’ the chance once in a while to come here after a training session for sum’ free food. If he knew ya didn’t know him, he’d be flabbergasted. Wouldn’t hurt his massive ego though once in a while.”

“Haha, I’ll make sure to drop by then and try not to acknowledge his existence.” You wipe away a tear from laughing so much.

After calming down a little bit, Osamu leans his head against his hand, while having his elbow on the counter.

You mimic his actions, putting one leg over the other.

Deciding to be bold, you even surprise yourself by saying this.

“Hey, uhm. I really enjoyed my time with you tonight but I should go home now. I have to be at my restaurant tomorrow morning at seven to catch the delivery guy. I was hoping to get your number because I want to stay in contact with you.” You gaze at him with shy eyes and a blush across your cheeks.

Osamu’s heart drops in his stomach at the thought of you leaving. But his joy quickly comes back as you want to exchange numbers with him. He could almost scream out of happiness.

A lovely woman like you is actually interested in him. Not his twin Atsumu, the famous pro volleyball player.

Him!

Osamu Miya!

Grabbing his phone from his back pocket he opens the contact app and hands you his phone.

Your fingers brush his very faintly but it almost feels like electricity going through your veins.

Typing in your number, you hand him his phone back.

You get up from your chair and help Osamu put the chairs back into the dining room.

Pushing a loose strand behind your ear, you briefly make eye contact with him and thank him for the enjoyable night.

With one last smile and a polite bow, you exit his shop and walk down the path toward your apartment which is only a few minutes away.

‘Damn. She really is something. And she really does have a smoking hot body of a goddess.’ Osamu cogitates while locking up.

As he walks home, Osamu isn’t recalling any memory of ever talking about you to his staff. Shrugging it off, he decides to interrogate Tanjiro and Kanao tomorrow when he sees them.

After reaching the door of his apartment 15 minutes later, he unlocks his door and enters inside.

While he takes off his shoes, he grabs his phone from his back pocket and opens up his messenger app, pondering what he should say.

Typing in a message, he re-reads it before sending it to you.

Just freshly coming out of the shower you hear a notification sound coming from your phone.

Drying your hair off with a towel, you pick up your phone and smile widely at the message that Osamu has sent you.

‘Had a wonderful time with you tonight. What do you say about havin’ dinner with me at my place next Saturday? :)’

Osamu is brushing his teeth when his phone vibrates with a notification from you.

His heart skips a beat when he reads your reply.

‘Me 2! And I would love that! I can’t wait to learn more about you and to be able to taste the food made personally by THE Osamu Miya <3.’

Smiling like idiots, both of you head to bed that night, excitement bubbling in your stomachs, looking forward to seeing each other again in 7 days.

~ The next day ~

The next morning, when Tanjiro walks down his usual path towards Onigiri Miya, an unsettling feeling sets in his stomach because he doesn’t know what happened between you and his boss last night.

He prays to the Gods and every other supernatural power in the heavens that Osamu had a good time last night and Tanjiro hopes that he still gets to keep his job that pays his bills.

Kanao had texted him earlier in the morning, saying she didn’t feel good for work today. But Tanjiro knows it’s some bullshit excuse so she doesn’t have to face Osamu like Tanjiro does.

With a sweaty hand, he pushes open the entrance door and hears the bell chime above the door.

‘Deep breaths Tanjiro.‘

The young cook walks with heavy footsteps inside, immediately noticing a whistling tune coming from the counter.

As soon as Osamu hears the jingle of the bell, he stops whistling and looks up to see who has entered.

With a smile, he greets his employee with a chirpy `Good morning’ and Tanjiro can feel himself breathing out a sigh of relief. So the blind date did go well. Mumbling a quiet ‘Good morning’ back he hurries into the kitchen.

Tanjiro enters the kitchen and gets changed quickly into his cooking uniform. He ties his apron behind his back and gets started to cook the rice in the huge rice cooker.

The sound of the kitchen doors opening rings in his ears and he can hear footsteps slowly approaching him.

The black-haired adolescent gulps nervously and he can feel Osamu‘s presence, as he now chops the vegetables on the wooden board.

The 6‘2“ head chef leans against the counter and crosses his arms against his chest as he looks at Tanjiro.

Tanjiro focuses on his chopping so he doesn’t accidentally cut himself.

”So, Tanjiro.“ Osamu starts.

The sound of his boss’ voice makes Tanjiro freeze, the sharp knife stopping its actions.

“There was a woman in my shop last night after closing hours. She said some interestin’ things. Like for example how ‚desperate‘ I was to meet her accordin‘ to a certain blond-haired employee of mine and me thinkin‘ how she has a smokin‘ hot body. She looked awfully familiar, let’s say, I dunno, maybe like the owner of ‚Ninja Ramen‘? Ya wouldn’t know anythin‘ bout that would ya?“ Osamu awaits his answer and keeps his gaze locked on him.

Still frozen in fear, Tanjiro is not able to answer him. He promised not to rat out Kanao, but then again Kanao left poor Tanjiro alone with Osamu today.

“Tanjiro?“ Osamu asks with a firmer voice.

Okay, Tanjiro can’t take the pressure anymore and he breaks.

“Okay okay, I give up! Yes, it was Kanao’s plan for you to meet up (Y/L/N)-sama but I swear, I tried to change her mind about it! I am so sorry, please don’t fire me!” Tanjiro frantically says as he bows down deeply, to apologize for his and Kanao’s behavior for interfering with his personal life.

Tanjiro stays in this position, still not hearing an answer from his boss, he looks up slightly in fear.

Osamu is staring at him silently, eyes hooded and a deadpan expression resting on his face.

Suddenly a small smile grazes his features, as he looks up to the ceiling, remembering your beautiful face from last night.

He takes off his cap and ruffles his dark hair messily, before placing the cap back on.

The younger Miya twin makes his way towards the kitchen doors, stopping right in front of them but not turning around when he speaks to his apprentice.

Tanjiro regains his posture and shuffles his feet a bit against the floor uncomfortably due to his boss’ silent tension.

“Tanjiro.” He perks up at his name.

“Y-Yes Miya-sama?” He stutters out.

“I had a good time with (Y/N) last night and I want to thank ya for that. But don’t you dare interfere with my personal life again, ya hear?”

“Y-Yes s-sir.” Hearing his words, Osamu exits the kitchen and continues his happy tune.

Exhaling a shaky breath, Tanjiro curses the hell out of Kanao and swears that he will get those VIP tickets regardless of her.

When Kanao comes back to work two days later on Tuesday, she immediately notices the change of behavior of her boss. Osamu smiles a lot more and it’s even an honest smile!

During break times, she catches him a lot on his phone, typing feverishly to answer you. Even the slightest notification sound is making him pull out his phone to check, only to sigh in disappointment as it’s not a reply from you.

The week feels like it’s passing too slowly for Osamu. But thankfully it’s Saturday again, the day when you come over to his place.

Osamu checks the time on his phone and sees that it’s 15:47. You’re coming over at 18:00.

Exhaling slowly, Osamu takes off his hat and shuffles his messy black hair.

He tells one of his waitresses to watch the cash register for a moment, walking towards the kitchen.

When he opens the door he gets greeted by his kitchen staff, as he enters.

Standing in the middle, Osamu asks for a moment of attention.

Everyone stops what they are doing and turns to listen to what their boss has to say.

“Alright, everyone. I have some personal matters to attend to so we are closing right now. Finish the orders, but please don’t take in any more customers. All clear?”

“Yes, Miya-sama!”

Osamu nods and makes his way back outside.

When everyone leaves, he locks up his restaurant and puts a paper on his front door, which states that unfortunately due to unexpected personal matters, the restaurant has to close earlier than the opening times say. And a P.S. underneath the note that the shop will be open again regularly on Tuesday.

Once he arrives home, he starts to clean up a little bit more, making sure that everything is in place and spotlessly clean.

Eventually, 18:00 rolls around, and sharp on time, his doorbell rings.

Osamu quickly lights another candle and skips his way to his apartment door.

As soon as he opens his brown wooden door, he is immediately greeted by your beautiful smile.

You are pulchritudinous.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?“ You tease him.

“Oh yeah. Uh yeah. Sorry, come in.“ The ravenette snaps out of his trance and steps aside to let you enter his apartment.

Your shoulder brushes his briefly and Osamu smells your perfume as you bend down a little bit to take off your sneakers. Your perfume smells like a mixture between vanilla and coconut and the ravenette wishes he could hug you from behind and hold you all night long while remembering your scent in his memories.

Osamu walks ahead and you follow him into the kitchen.

His kitchen is wide and spacious, not to mention sparkling clean. Which doesn’t surprise you, since his restaurant is also in top condition.

A light gray polished marble floor shines in your way, giving it an expensive taste. The kitchen counters are black and white, with a colorful LED strip underneath some of the cabinets. It gives off a cozy atmosphere. You have to admit that the owner of Onigiri Miya has exquisite architectural taste.

You can hear the voice of Ed Sheeran on a music Bluetooth box not too far away, playing the song „Shape Of You“.

A few candles are placed along the counters, giving your stomach butterflies because you know that Osamu is trying hard to impress you, even though he doesn’t need to.

Osamu watches as you look around a little bit in his apartment, taking in your reactions as you glance over his framed pictures of him and his brother in his living room. There are some old Volleyball team snapshots and a funny selfie from a guy you don’t recognize as he holds up a peace sign to the camera with a blank expression, while Atsumu and Osamu are on hospital beds, beat up faces along with bandaids and it’s blurry, but they are throwing hospital equipment at each other with angry looks.

“So I was thinkin‘ of makin‘ Spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Just easy an’ quick to make. That sound alright with ya?“ The former Opposite Hitter rubs his hand on his neck while giving you an unsure look.

Though as long as you get to spend time with him, that’s all you care about.

Beaming at him, you nod in response.

You place your jacket across the back of his black leather couch and tug your sleeves back behind your elbow.

Following him from the living room into the kitchen you begin to wash your hands by his Undermount sink.

“Whatcha doin‘?“ He tilts his head as he watches you.

“Helping you make the food obviously. I am not going to sit around and let you do all the work.“ You reply.

Osamu is taken aback by your straightforwardness, but he is not going to lie, he kind of likes it.

“Alrighty, I will do the noodles and the sauce then if ya wanna start the meatballs.“ Osamu suggests.

“Yes, chef.“ You wink at him with a flirty smile.

Shaking his head in amusement, Osamu grabs all the ingredients and spices to make some killer Spaghetti and Meatballs with you together.

Grabbing the ground beef you put it in a huge mixing bowl that you grabbed from one of the cabinets.

Chopping up an onion, garlic, and some parsley, you add it into the mix.

Afterward, you put on gloves to add some salt and pepper, Worcestershire Sauce, breadcrumbs, Parmesan cheese, and an egg.

You begin forming the meatballs with your black-gloved hands, deeply focused on getting them round.

All of sudden you feel a warm breath over your shoulder, giving your skin goosebumps over your neck.

Osamu looks over your shoulder, as he watches in admiration of your idle hands shaping the beef mince.

Huffing in frustration, you curse the meat as it keeps falling apart.

Chuckling slightly at your reaction, he leans in a little bit to whisper his advice in your ear.

“Try adding more bread crumbs into the mix, it should help the meatballs to stick together.“

His deep voice is sending shivers down your spine and you can’t believe that it’s turning you on.

Following his advice nonetheless, you pour more breadcrumbs into the bowl, before setting the can aside again.

Re-mixing the meat, you take a patch of meat again and begin to reform it with shaking hands.

Rough hands are surrounding your own, making you gasp.

“See? Told ya it would work.“ He places a teasing kiss behind your ear.

He retracts his hands and body, already making you miss his warmth.

When he washes his hands by the sink, you’re finally able to exhale the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in.

‘He‘s getting bolder. I like it.‘ You think to yourself, as you try to calm down your breathing and your rapid heartbeat.

You quickly look in Osamu‘s direction and watch him cut up onions, tomatoes, and some garlic as well with skilled hands. The sound of a knife repeatedly cutting against the wooden chopping board distracts you from making your meatballs.

Almost out of instinct, like he could tell you are watching him, Osamu looks at you from his side view and you whip your head back to your task and blush furiously.

The black-haired twin chuckles darkly at your reaction but continues with his chopping.

After shaping all the meatballs together and finally starting the sauce, you put the meatballs in the oven.

The water for the noodles is boiling and you swear it’s the steam making things hotter in the room. When you were watching Osamu earlier, you have to admit you were certainly enjoying the view. The way the muscles on his arms worked, gosh you wish he would wrap those hands around your body to feel you down.

Mentally slapping yourself out of your flustered state, you try to calm down but it’s no use. You have a feeling Osamu is purposely messing with you with his feather-light touches and it’s driving you insane.

Fortunately, dinner is finally ready and you can’t wait to dig in and hopefully calm yourself down.

Grabbing two bowls from his black cabinet, he makes you a bowl full of Spaghetti and meatballs before handing it to you.

You grab the utensils from his drawer for you and him and head over to his dining table.

You place the utensils down in front of you and on the other side for Osamu.

Walking back to the kitchen, you ask him if you can help him with anything else.

“If ya want to, ya could grab my bowl and set it on the table. I will bring Parmesan cheese. By the way, do ya want some wine?“ Osamu opens the fridge again to grab the cheese and looks at you with questioning eyes.

“That sounds lovely, thank you.“ You give him a stunning smile as you grab his bowl to head back to the table.

An hour later, the both of you are sitting with full bellies on his couch, after having everything cleaned up and put away into the fridge.

Each of you has a glass of wine in your hands, with only a few feet of distance between you two, shared laughs and stories fill up the room.

”There was a carnival in our hometown an’ our Volleyball Team went there together. Tsumu went confidently into the mirror maze sayin’ he woulda come out in less than 10 minutes. So Suna, one of our teammates, set a timer and when he still wasn’t out, I gotta admit I was gettin’ kinda worried. So I went in and tried lookin’ for him. I found him after a while and he was crying. I asked him what was wrong and he just looked at me and I saw that he had a bloody nose. He ran into a glass wall so hard, that he broke his nose because he was freakin’ out about never gettin’ outta there. In the end, my Captain, Kita, had to come in and save our sorry asses,” he laughs with a glint in his eyes, as he tells you the story.

You laugh with tears in your eyes, taking a small sip of your wine.

“Oh dear, I kind of feel bad for your brother. But look at you,” you smirk at him.

He arches up a brow in amusement and waits for you to continue.

“A knight in shining armor. Would you have saved me from the mirror maze as well?” You tease him.

“Why, of course, milady. I would have carried thy pretty face out to safety,” he replies with a wink and scoots a little bit closer to you.

“And what would the knight in shining armor wish for as a reward?” You lick your lips while taking a peek at his lips with anticipation.

“Mhm, I can think of something right now.”

You inch a little bit closer to him, your knee bumping his knee softly.

Tucking both of your legs behind you, you lean your arm against the backrest of his couch, still having your wine in your hand.

Osamu scoots a little bit closer as well and now there’s even less space between you two, your eyes set on each other with a blush on your cheeks.

Osamu places his wine on the coffee table in front of the couch before taking yours and placing it down as well. Whilst doing that, his eyes never leave your form.

Now only a few inches apart, you almost press yourself against him. You feel tipsy from the wine and to keep yourself from falling over, your hand touches his muscular chest. You can feel him flex and it is making you want him even more.

The ravenette places one of his hands on your warm cheek and inches his face closer to yours, his eyes darting between your eyes and lips, indirectly asking for permission to kiss you. His other hand is gripping the back of the couch out of nervousness but he almost jolts in surprise when your soft hand is placed over his own.

Your gesture soothes Osamu and calms him down a little bit, so he closes his eyes and brushes his lips softly against yours, almost to test out if he is going too far.

You are not pulling back or pushing him away, which is a good sign because he can no longer wait and finally presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

Briefly pulling back after a few seconds, Osamu gazes at you with a new emotion in his eyes. Lust.

This time, you’re being the bold one and you press another kiss against his slightly chapped lips with a little bit more force.

Sighing in bliss, Osamu’s hand wanders from your cheek to your neck and pulls you even closer to make you rest in his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and you continue the kiss.

Both of Osamu’s hands now wander to grab your waist and he leans back more without interrupting your kiss.

You tilt your head a little bit, to deepen it.

Osamu follows your lead, letting his tongue caress yours, tasting the wine on it. He sighs heavily into your mouth and pulls you even closer so that you’re now laying on top of him. Your nails start to scratch the undercut on the back of his head, almost making Osamu purr in delight.

Unconsciously, you grind on him a little bit and Osamu moans into the heated kiss.

His hands wander down to your ass and start massaging it roughly.

Gasping at these rough actions, your moans get swallowed by his mouth.

Due to the lack of oxygen, you pull away first, inhaling heavily to calm down your breathing.

Osamu is trying to control his breathing as well, gazing at you with dilated pupils and glistening lips.

”Yer so beautiful,” he whispers.

Blushing at his compliment, you dive down again, feeling his tongue immediately enter your mouth again. Your hands travel from the back of his head to his messy hair on top, where you run your fingers through his soft black hair and pull on it slightly. You hear a light growl coming from the back of his throat and as your kisses get wilder, you start to feel something hard against your thigh.

Though you don’t want to continue this further on his couch, you reluctantly pull away.

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” You teasingly whisper into his ear, licking along the shell before biting into it gently.

Osamu shudders at your actions, nodding a few times before sitting up with you in his lap.

“Hold on tight baby,” he orders you before moving his arms around your hips, firmly grabbing them to hoist you up.

You cling onto him with your legs crossed behind his lower back and tilt your head to catch your lips with his again.

Osamu begins walking to his bedroom, still having your lips on his.

Time seems to fly by too quickly because you can feel yourself pressed up against a wall.

You can feel Osamu’s fingers going underneath your shirt, his touch setting your skin on fire. Pulling up your shirt, even more, he breaks the kiss and you take the hint to pull off your shirt, only to capture his lips with your own again. Walking inside his bedroom, he closes the door with his foot.

Osamu starts to walk backward carefully until he can feel the edge of his bed behind his knees and sits down with you still on top of him.

Moving to lay down, he turns you around, so now you’re lying underneath him.

His touches are driving you crazy with desire. You want him closer, to become one with you.

“Oh Osamu, you make me feel so good.” You mumble in between sloppy kisses.

Your hands wander over his upper body, grasping his shirt and pushing it up, so you can feel his firm abs.

Without hesitation, Osamu grabs the collar of his shirt and tugs it off to throw it behind him.

Back to focus on your body, he starts to leave a trail of hot-mouthed kisses on your chest and moves down to the hem of your leggings.

“Call me Samu.” He briefly looks up to you before quickly undressing you from your leggings, leaving you only in your black lace bra and panties.

“Gosh yer so fucking hot, I wish this night could last forever.” He whispers against the skin of your stomach while placing small teasing kisses along it, before reaching the band of your panties, tugging on it with his teeth.

You reach a hand out to cup his cheek softly, your dilated pupils making his cock twitch with need.

“We have all night, I am not going anywhere.” You whisper to him in a seductive tone.

Smiling at your words he crawls back up to you, catching your lips with his yet again and you can feel his smile in your kiss.

Your soft hands are traveling from his chest to his shoulders and you begin scratching them in a teasing manner, making Osamu hiss slightly and grind his hips against yours.

You’re both moaning into the kiss and all of sudden you can feel his strong fingers playing with your bra straps before pushing them down gently to your arms.

Breaking the kiss your body pushes itself up so you’re able to take off your bra in a matter of seconds.

Osamu's fiery gaze burns into your naked chest and he licks his lips before latching onto your chest, pushing you down again once more to maintain control.

Hot kisses are placed across your chest before his mouth engulfes your right boob, as he begins to suck on it harshly.

You let out a loud squeaky moan, fingernails scratching his scalp, making him moan against you. The vibration of his tone sends shivers across your skin, entirely enraptured by his skilled tongue and teeth.

His talented fingers are grabbing the flesh of your waist, hooking them into the lace of your underwear before starting to pull it down. Lifting your hips so he can remove it off of your body, just in seconds hastily ripping it off of you.

Now you’re lying completely naked underneath him, but you notice that he is still wearing his pants. Distracted by your hot body, his soft lips are getting closer to your clit but your words interrupt his actions.

“Take your pants off.” You interrupt his wandering kisses.

Chuckling darkly at your request he leans back down and starts to lick a strip along your folds.

“Patience my dear. I ain’t done with ya yet.” He mumbles into your clit before placing your legs over his shoulders as he gets comfortable on his stomach.

As he starts to give you slow licks against your clitoris, he makes sure to focus on your reactions. And judging by your constant moaning, you seem to enjoy it a lot which fills Osamu’s ego with pride.

Osamu focuses now on your clit, sucking then tracing it with the tip of his tongue. One of your hands finds his hair and you pull on it harshly. He moans loudly in his throat, the vibrations sending you into more of a feeble mess. You cry out his name in sensation as you orgasm, your fluids gushing out, painting his jaw with your fluids. The dark-haired twin laps up everything he could, his mouth and chin wet from your essence and his saliva. He leans back to sit up on his knees; two of his long fingers entering you dripping hole, overstimulating your twitching cunt.

You can start to feel tears building up in your eyes, it’s just too much.

You haven’t felt like this in a long time, even though this is your first time getting eaten out by Osamu, it’s like he already knows how to twist his fingers and use his tongue on you to make you go crazy with desire.

”S-Samu, please…”

He grins cheekily at your shaking voice and leans over you to give you a feverish kiss and whispers against your lips.

“What is it baby? Use yer words.“

His fingers go even deeper and you swear, you almost scream his name as he begins scissoring his middle and ring finger inside your tight cunt.

“Please fuck me, I need you so badly.“ You toss your head into his pillow in a whiny voice.

Osamu curses at your request and extracts his fingers from your dripping hole.

In a flash, Osamu rids himself of his pants and underwear, completely nude right in front of you. As you check him out, his eyes drift to his nightstand, where his condoms are stored.

When Osamu turns to his nightstand to grab a condom and is about to open it, your hand softly grabs his wrist, stopping his movements to look at you.

“I am on the pill and I trust you.“ Whispering in a soft tone, Osamu drops the condom wrapper and leans back down to kiss you gently while placing both of his forearms next to your head. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you.

Osamu begins to rub his hard erection against your clit, teasing you with his wet tip.

Parting from your lips, you let go of him and Osamu takes his cock in his hand to gently place it against your entrance.

Looking up at you one more time to make sure you’re okay with this, he slowly pushes the tip in, while keeping his focus on you.

You breathe out in a shaking pattern, making Osamu halt his movements.

“Ya okay? Do ya wanna stop?” He asks while brushing his hand against your cheek with a worried look on his face.

"N-No, I am fine. Just been a while since I have done this. You’re really big” you whimper out.

Osamu blushes at your comment, his cheeks heating up in a rosy red as he begins to pepper your face in slow comforting kisses.

He waits a while for you to adjust to his size before you give him the signal to start moving again.

Cautiously he begins to move again, moving his weight onto his arms so he doesn’t crush you.

Keeping his focus locked on you, he takes in your moans and your fucked out expression.

Setting his forehead on your shoulder, he groans deeply into your ear, making your pussy twitch in excitement.

The clenching of your walls tighten around his dick, making his breath hitch and moving a little bit faster and harder into you.

His thrusts are almost erratic, harsh movements slapping against your pelvis. The creaking of the mattress and the headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall take over as the main sounds in the bedroom.

“O-Oh gosh… y-yer… yer feel fuckin’ amazin’.” He pants against your neck, sucking and biting your soft neck.

Mewling at his actions, your arms circle around his muscular back and your nails begin to leave trails behind.

Osamu hisses a little bit at the pain but it spurs him on even more.

Trailing quick and wet kisses along your neck and collarbone, the ravenette continues to ravish and cherish your body to give it all the attention in the world it deserves.

Moving to your lips, your tongues sloppily entangle themselves, while Osamu still continues to snap his hips to yours into the mattress.

With you breaking the kiss, you tangle your fingers into his hair and the ravenette drops his sweaty forehead on yours, while nuzzling his nose softly against yours.

Your shared breaths mingle together, grunts and moans exchanged in a soft pattern.

Pushing himself onto his hands, Osamu gives you a few very hard thrusts of his own, knowing he is close to coming.

Thrusting into your wet hole one last time, he feels his cum burst and paint your inside walls white.

He groans at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, squeezing out the last drops of his seed.

Out of breath, Osamu drops into the cooling bed sheets beside you, putting one of his arms over his forehead while the other pulls you closer to his chest.

As you gently lay your head on his sweaty chest you can hear the fast rhythm of his heart beating right next to your ear.

Feeling his fingers caress your sides gently, you manage to sneak a glance at him, seeing his grin and red cheeks from your mind-blowing sex was setting your heart on fire.

“That… that was….fuckin’…. amazin’.” He manages to breathe out.

You giggle at his words, moving to rest your chin on his chest to stare into your lover’s eyes.

The ravenette moves his arm from his forehead to the back of his head, making his biceps flex but he still keeps his other arm around you, pulling you even closer to him, that you’re almost resting on top of him.

Osamu gazes back at you with those star-struck eyes almost not believing that you are here with him, right now, in his bed and in his arms.

Smiling softly at you, he gives out a small blissful sigh, his hand moving from your back to your hair, carding his fingers through your slightly wet hair.

“Something on my face?” You ask him with a small smirk on your face.

“Nah. Just yer beauty making mah heart go crazy an’ I feel like I won the jackpot .” He winks at you.

Scoffing at his flirting, you begin to move off of him to clean yourself up.

Osamu senses you want to leave and tightens both of his arms around you, basically trapping you as he pulls you almost underneath him.

With his strong arms wrapped around you, you squeak in shock like a little mouse.

"Samu, I am gross! Let me go, so I can wash up!” You manage to speak out from underneath him.

“I don’t think so baby, spend a lil’ more time with me, pwease.” He turns you around and gives you puppy dog eyes.

Loosening his grip on you, your arms find the back of his head and you pull him towards you in a hurried kiss but still passionate kiss.

Immediately following your actions, the owner of Onigiri Miya gives his all in the kiss, making it messier and hungrier the longer you make out.

Pushing at his chest so he’s now underneath you, you both break the kiss while a string of saliva connects you both.

Looking into his dilated pupils and his panting breathing rhythm, he seems to be thinking the same as you.

You climb on top of him, sitting on his sweaty stomach as you grind down on him.

Feeling his soft cock hardening again at your movements, you begin to slightly scratch over his chest and stomach, his breath hitches in his throat as your nails leave red marks on his skin.

His hot and moist skin on his stomach is making it easy for you to glide forward and re-catch his lips with your own.

Osamu is still trying to control his panting but he can’t calm down fast enough when he feels your lips on his again.

Moaning against your lips you pull back in a haste and his hardening cock in your hand to guide to your entrance again.

“It’s like I said, we have all night.” You tell him in a seductive tone and as soon as he is inside of you again, Osamu breathes out with a blissful sigh and a grin rests on his face at your statement, ready for round two.

~ The next morning ~

Osamu is in dreamland right now, when a constant annoying vibration on his nightstand rips him out of his bliss.

His eyes slowly blink open, feeling that he is pressed against something or rather someone with very soft skin. His head is placed against your neck and one of his arms is wrapped lazily around your waist.

Groaning in soreness, he untangles himself from your naked warm body to reach for his phone on his nightstand.

When he sees his brother‘s name flash on his phone, he automatically is irked. Nonetheless, he answers.

Before Osamu can even say anything, Atsumu already starts yelling at him.

“Osamu! Why the hell‘s ya shop closed?! It’s SUNDAY! Yer the only one open on Sundays! I am starvin‘! An‘ yer lousy sign about ‘personal matters’ that ya apparently need ta attend to, is bullshit! What kin‘ of personal fuckin‘ matters do ya need ta attend to huh?!“

“Calm yer scrawny ass down. I ain’t feelin‘ well today so I am stayin‘ home.“ Osamu explains to him in his morning voice while pinching his nose in annoyance.

Silence on the other side.

“Well do ya at least have food at ya place?“ Atsumu asks.

Osamu can’t believe how this man, his freaking twin, can live by himself.

“Yeah but-“ the younger twin gets interrupted again.

“Good I‘ll be over in 5.“ The Setter says and hangs up.

Baffled, Osamu looks at his phone for a second before realizing what his brother just said.

Untangling himself completely from you, he manages not to wake you up.

As soon as Osamu gets up from his bed, he immediately pulls on boxers and his sweats he hastily grabbed from his closet and almost runs towards his front door.

Before he can reach it though, his door unlocks with a click and his sandy-haired twin walks in with his spare key.

Atsumu’s look finds his brother‘s and doesn’t even greet him as he begins to walk straight to Osamu‘s fridge.

The ravenette follows the blonde and is beyond pissed off, he only has given Atsumu his spare key for emergencies.

Being lazy and not wanting to cook for oneself does certainly not count as an emergency.

“Can‘tcha just get one of yer teammates ta bring ya somethin‘ over? Also, I gave ya a key for emergencies only, ya can‘t just bust in whenever ya feel like it“ , ironically the younger brother scolds the older one.

Speaking with his mouth full of orange chicken and rice, Atsumu answers, little grains of rice accidentally falling out, as he talks.

“Meh yannow yer food tchastes besht. Alsho.” Atsumu swallows a bit before continuing.

Osamu doesn't like that mischievous smile, it irks him even more.

“Yer have a lil’ hickey on the side of yer neck. Along with some scratch marks on yer chest and-“ Atsumu pauses before squinting his eyes to take a better look.

“That a fuckin’ bite mark?!” Atsumu exclaims loudly before laughing out loud.

“Tsumu, shut. Up!” Osamu shushes him with a snapping undertone, almost begging him to be quiet so Atsumu’s loud laugh doesn’t wake you up.

But Atsumu doesn’t care about the angry look his brother is giving him, he goes on laughing, almost with tears in his eyes.

“I can’t believe it! Yer got laid! Shit! Bout damn time! So, who was the lucky lady lil’ bro?” Wiggling his eyebrows up and down, Atsumu impatiently waits for an answer.

“It’s none of yer damn business. And stop eating my food!“ Osamu spits at him and slams the fridge door closed.

“Jeez someone’s tired and grouchy dis mornin‘.“

Rubbing his hands over his face, Osamu is still trying to wake up, and having his twin brother uninvited over at his place, isn’t exactly a great way to start the day.

Before he can answer though, you step into the kitchen, only wearing one of Osamu’s shirts and your panties.

His shirt is a little bit too big on you, almost reaching the middle of your thighs. Osamu’s eyes widen and Atsumu’s jaw almost drops on the floor at the sight of you.

Shyly you look between them before your gaze remains on Osamu.

“I-I am sorry for interrupting, but I heard a lot of loud noises coming from the kitchen and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay Samu.”

Osamu stares lovingly at you with a smile, before walking over, wrapping his strong arms around your waist to pull you towards his well-defined chest.

“I am alright. Thank you for checkin’ on me. Sorry if I woke ya up.” He quietly apologizes to you.

Atsumu coughs a little bit, as he, unfortunately, can feel the sexual tension in the room. Neither you nor Osamu care though.

But the Setter swears he’s never seen his brother in a state like this. It almost looks like his twin is under a love spell, completely enchanted by your looks and charms.

He is happy for him though, almost admitting that he is jealous that his brother scored such a hot girl. Of course, he would never admit this out loud.

“I am going to take a shower. See you in a bit.“ You untangle yourself from his embrace and stand on your tiptoes, to give him a quick peck on the lips. Osamu tries to chase your lips with his but you gently push him away with a teasing smile on your face.

“Later.“ You wink at him, already on your way to his bathroom, making him smirk in excitement.

Both of their eyes follow you, and you hear one last interaction between them before you close the bathroom door.

“Didya at least use protection?” Atsumu asks.

“GET. OUT!” You hear Osamu yell, before the sound of an aggressive door slam echoes in the apartment.

Tooth-rotting extra scene <3

It’s 20:47 and the team of Onigiri Miya is finishing up the clean-up of dinner tonight.

Osamu is counting the money by the register, while Kanao wipes off the tables with a kitchen towel and Tanjiro is mopping up the kitchen.

The sound of the door chime disturbs the comfortable silence. Kanao looks up from cleaning the table and gives you a friendly smile as you walk into your husband’s restaurant.

“Sorry we’re closing up right now, please come back tomorrow.”

You hear the tired voice of your husband and locate him at the register. Osamu is writing something down on a notepad while still keeping his face down, not noticing you have entered.

You try to hide your smile as you bite down on your lip and slowly make your way toward him.

“Hmm that’s too bad, I was hoping to get some order of love and kisses from my handsome husband that I haven’t seen all day.”

At the sound of your angelic voice, the ravenette’s head rapidly shoots up and a wide smile breaks out on his face.

Osamu puts down the notepad and walks around the counter to be able to greet you by giving you a gentle hug and a quick peck.

“Not that I’m complainin’ but whaddya doin’ here? I thought ya went back home after yer appointment.” The tall chef asks you while arching up a brow.

You lean back a little bit from his hug but remain in his arms.

Giving him a shy smile, you reply.

“I just missed you so much, being alone all day is so depressing and I miss your cooking at home. Making food for myself is kind of boring and lonely. And maybe I also miss the warmth of your love and body that I like to feel by my side.”

Osamu chuckles a bit at your words and takes a loose strand of your hair between his fingers before placing it back behind your ear.

“I miss ya too baby. And ‘m sorry for bein‘ so busy lately, I promise to spend more time with ya and the little one.” He tells you with an apologetic look on his face.

Placing a hand on his chest you let your finger follow the outline of his well-defined chest, almost drooling since your hormones are through the roof ever since you found out you’re pregnant.

Noticing your seductive look and touch, Osamu places his hands on your hips and it almost sounds like a purr when he says this.

“I can tell someone has not only been craving my love and warmth.”

Tanjiro walks out of the kitchen and grabs his coat from the hanger to pull it on.

Also noticing you are here, Tanjiro gazes with a soft smile at the couple.

The romantic moment is ruined, just when you are about to kiss, Kanao decides to open her loud mouth by breaking up the sexual tension between you two, getting slightly uncomfortable with the PDA of her boss and his wife.

“Hey boss, since it’s thanks to us you’re married to the most gorgeous woman in the world, have you ever considered giving us a raise?”

Tanjiro’s head snaps to his friend and silently snaps at her ‘‘Do you have a death wish?!’’

Osamu’s lovestruck face is replaced with an angry look and it sends shivers down Tanjiro's and Kanao’s spines.

“Don’t push it.”

You let out a small giggle and pull his shirt towards you, so you can give him a big kiss on his soft lips.

Osamu is startled by your roughness but melts into the kiss.

As he is about to deepen it more, you let go of his shirt and push a hand on his chest to push him off of you a little bit.

The lovesick twin gives you a soft smile and places his hand on the small bulge of your stomach. Gently caressing it, he glances down.

Your smile matches his own, putting one of your hands over his, to rest against your stomach.

Remembering the surprise you have for him you turn a little bit to reach for your bag. Osamu looks at you a bit confused but lets you reach into your bag.

Feeling the ultrasound pictures in your fingers while rummaging through your bag, you pull it out and hand it to him.

You can see tears forming in his steel gray eyes and Osamu breathes out a hearty laugh.

Taking in his reaction makes you tear up as well, you unfold the ultrasound picture, letting pop up three more photos attached to the first.

You point to the second picture, “This is baby A-”, your finger sliding down to the next, - “This is baby B” and finally tapping to the last - “and this is baby C”.

Confused, Osamu looks between you and the pictures a couple of times before realization hits him.

He wraps you into his strong arms and hugs you tightly against his chest while burying his face against your neck.

“(Y/N), thank you thank you thank you!” Joyfully, he presses tiny kisses all over your face, muffles ‘I love you's grazing over your cheeks, forehead, and lips.

You giggle at his antics, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around like crazy.

Osamu presses his forehead against yours and gently holds your face in his rough hands.

Gray, love-struck eyes stare into your own and you can’t imagine a better life.

You have a husband that loves you to the moon and back. And soon, you’re going to be parents of three little Miyas that you are going to welcome into this world in just 6 months.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @lyditheoverthinker

A/N: I uh… have no words for this😂

Warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI +18

It‘s the end of December, you and Tōru deciding to go to cool off in the local public pool since you have the weekend off.

It’s already 28°C and it’s only 10 am, having the AC on full blast, you sit in the passenger seat next to your fiancé, Tōru Oikawa, Setter of the Club Atlético in San Juan.

He holds your hand in his, gently caressing your fingers with his own, humming along to the beat of the radio that currently plays ‚Despacito‘.

The window on his side is down, making his fluffy brown hair flow with motion from the wind and you still can’t believe you’re the only one to get to admire his beauty every single day.

You’re his and he is yours.

Having to seem a sixth sense, Tōru‘s chocolate brown eyes turn to yours briefly, still having to keep an eye on the road.

Chuckling a bit, he asks why you are staring at him.

„What? Can I not admire my handsome fiancé?“

You can see a small blush forming on his cheeks, he grins.

„No no. You can. It’s a free country after all, I‘d admire myself too.“

And just like that, you scoff at his remark.

Finally arriving at the parking lot of the pool, you and Tōru make your way to the entrance and pay for your entrance tickets.

Thankfully it’s still pretty empty this time, so there’s no line.

As soon as you are about to head into the changing room, the Setter was about to follow you inside the changing cabin when you stop him from doing so.

Confused, he looks down at you with a pout.

„I don’t think so. I am not letting you in there with me.“

Tōru smirks at that and you can almost foretell what he says next.

„Why so shy all of sudden mi vida? I have already seen everything.“

Yep. There it is.

You stare at him with a blank face, taking a step back, and close the door right in front of him.

„Aw mi corazón, you’re breaking my heart.“

Ignoring the brunette, you change into your black bikini, knowing with a small smile that Tōru loves this one on you.

As you step out after you’re done changing, you see Tōru leaning against the lockers, wearing his black space swim shorts with little aliens and space ships on them.

His naked torso is on display, showing off his abs and muscular chest from years of hard training and working out.

He catches you staring again and smirks while slowly walking over to you and puts his arm around your shoulder to pull you to his side.

„Looking as sexy as ever. Come on, let’s go cool off.“

He presses a soft kiss against your temple.

The rest of the day was shared with kisses, relaxing in the grass on a big shared blanket and with Tōru swimming rounds to keep himself fit.

Being exhausted from today‘s sun and messing around in the water, you both took showers and now you walked out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around you, holding your bikini in your hand as you look for you fiancé.

The door for the men‘s shower opens and Tōru stops in his tracks when he realized that you are wearing nothing underneath that towel.

Gulping hard, he tries so hard to control his incoming hard on.

You notice the strain in his shorts and hiss his name in a warning.

„What?! You’re hot as fuck and this is a natural reaction.“He explains with a small whine but comes closer to you.

„Come on, this has been on my bucket list for places to have sex. Be a little bit adventurous for me pleeeeease.“ The Setter practically begs.

Looking around you don’t see anyone and you can’t believe that you are agreeing to this stupid plan. Both of you could get caught, you could get kicked out, you could get a house ban, you could-

Your rambling thoughts are interrupted when Tōru pulls you into a changing cabin and immediately locks it.

Pushing you against the door, he pulls you into a wild kiss, grasping your face gently in his hands.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him even closer to you, so your bare skin touches his and you can feel his hard member pressing against the lower part of your stomach.

His warm hands wander down from your face, to your delicate neck, down your shoulders and he pauses the kiss for a second to look at you.

His pupils are blown wide, almost taking up his entire irises and his breath is slightly heavy from the steamy make-out just now.

You’re not in any better state than him, nonetheless you pull him back in, adding your tongue immediately into the kiss.

Feeling him moan into the kiss, you return one that gets swallowed into his mouth.

Tōru‘s big hands wander to the towel wrapped around your body, starting to undo the knot that’s holding against your body and you feel it loosening.

Throwing the towel behind him on the bench of the changing cabin, he takes in your nude body for a second, admiring and mesmerizing your perfect curves, the roundness of your breasts and your pretty face.

He would fight the world for you.

„Take a picture, it’ll last longer.“ You cheekily smile at him.

Shaking his head slightly with a taunting smirk as well, he brings you back to his lips, almost aggressively pushing you into the wall again.

You gasp by the force of his strength and the brunette takes that chance to slip his wet tongue into your mouth, tasting a small hint of the strawberries the two of you shared earlier.

His big hands move down your thighs, tapping you twice, signaling you to jump in his arms.

After a small heap, you cross your legs around his strong waist, entangling your arms around his neck, fisting your hands in his still slightly wet hair to pull on it.

Hearing your fiancé whimper in your mouth is making you even more wet and you feel one of Tōru's hands move to your entrance, rubbing and flicking it gently to prepare you for his cock.

Noticing you are wet enough, he moves his swim shorts just a tad bit down to free his aching dick.

Blindly searching for your wet hole, he finds it a few slight testing thrusts and slips into you with a deep moan.

With his forehead falling onto your shoulder, he starts a slow pace first before quickening his thrusts.

All of sudden, you feel his teeth biting into your shoulder, the pain making you whimper with excitement but also hurt.

„Ah… ah…. Tōru… please go faster.“ You manage to choke out.

Letting go of your shoulder, he hides his face between your head and your neck, muffling his grunts and moans into your wet skin.

Rearranging his grip on you, his movement is more rough now, the tip reaching your cervix with every snap of his hips into you.

Desperately trying to keep your voice down, it’s almost impossible to stay quiet.

The way his bare dick slides in and out of you, it’s making your brain foggy with desire and lust you’re feeling from Tōru’s skills.

Giving you one last thrust, he gently lays his sweaty forehead against yours and you hear his breath hitch , the feeling of something warm fills you up.

Panting heavily, his cock twitches a few times before you can feel it soften just a little bit.

As Tōru opens his eyes, you can see adoration and love shining in his warm eyes. Giving you a small chaste kiss against your lips, he gently lets you down, his soft dick slipping out in the process.

After regaining his breath, he smirks in victory.

„That… was…. fucking…. amazing. We gotta do that again sometime.“

Shaking your head, you quickly begin to get changed into your dress that you brought for changing back and the movement causes some of Tōru‘s cum to drip down your thigh.

„Let’s hope no one heard us.“

„Nena, with the way you were moaning and begging for me, I am sure half the people here have heard your beautiful sounds.“

Almost dying in embarrassment you quickly make your way out of the building, a satisfied Setter following your steps with the biggest bliss on his face.

Little extra ❤️

Iwaizumi is just chilling in his dorm room when his phone vibrates with a message.

Taking a sip from his water bottle, he unlocks his phone to see a message from his best friend in Argentine.

It’s a selfie with you and Oikawa in the car, with Oikawa sticking out his tongue in a cheeky way and you hiding your face in your hands, looking extremely embarrassed.

As he reads the caption, he spits out his water.

“Guess who just had sex in a changing room of a public pool😝😎”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @lyditheoverthinker @darthferbert

Tetsu's breeding kink? 😁👉🏼👈🏼🤭

kuroo's breeding kink didn't come overnight. it just came to him naturally. he wifed you up, put a pretty ring around your finger and treat you right like any man like him would do.

he sees you and got this heart eyes full of pure adoration and he's a goner. coming to his breeding kink he just realized it. how his words of adoration like ballad being sang turning into one of a filth that only your ears could ever hear.

“f—fuck, you're getting tight....” kuroo moans out. his tie still hanging from his neck. sleeves rolled up, bunching in his muscular biceps. his pants still pooling in his ankles while his balls deep inside you. “you like that, huh? me filling you up with my cum...” speeding up his thrusts and you wonder where kuroo gets this strength when he have the most strenuous of jobs. your velvet walls fluttering around his length while he continue to whisper those words.

“going to fill you up plenty, make this belly round...with my baby.” his hips stuttering. raising your leg to hook in his shoulder to bury himself deeper. making sure it will take. “that's it baby, milk me dry with this slutty pussy of yours...” kuroo groans, holding your plush waist like a lifeline while he ruts deeply inside you.

his tip nudging your soft walls that leaves you clenching involuntarily around him. hugging him so tightly that you don't ever wanna let him go. toes curling and sheets almost being ripped from the pleasure you were getting from him battering your pussy.

“s—shit, going to cum and fill you up...” he says before spilling his cum inside you. your legs wrapping around him to make sure he's not going to let go but kuroo won't. his cock spasming while letting jets of his cum paint your walls white.

he groans followed by hissing at his cock being sensitive but kuroo only buries himself deeper. cock still hard and pulsating. ready for another round of breeding.

“i'm not done, baby. gotta make you round and glowing for me.” he smirks and you nod. not minding your pussy begging for a break when all you can think is being stuffed by his cum.

RECEIVING A TWITTER PORN LINK FROM YOUR MANAGER..... NOT BAD

─── kiyoomi receiving a not so safe work message from the team manager.

content warnings ─── masturbation

notes. all goes to @starrbright for this idea of her. here's the link for the twitter porn.

SAKUSA'S POV

“who the hell...”

sakusa glanced at his bedside table. there's blinks of light coming from his phone and curse crosses his mind from the disturbance. he's dead tired from the match today and he needed rest for tomorrow. he's also annoyed from what message he'll read. he swears if it's atsumu again. he'll choke that son of a bitch who can't live a day without watching those blasted nasty porn.

he reached out for his phone and his annoyance briefly vanished upon reading who the sender is. it's just you but what could you want to be texting him at this time. he checked the time in his phone and groans at the time. swiping his screen to unlock and he checks the message. a twitter link sent to him but why? it's not like you both are close. strictly professional. it is.

he locks his phone deciding to go back to sleep but he was curious about what you sent. unlocking his phone again and he clicks the link directing him to a video and his eyes briefly widens. checking the video and your message. was it really you who sent it to him or he was that tired to misread it as atsumu's name. he clicked that link and it's the same.

he didn't need to press play from what the video was about. he burrows himself deeper in his bed and that familiar warmth covering his body. it's not that kind of warmth you get from your blanket. it's different.

you like your cunt being eaten from behind, eh. sakusa didn't take you as the type of being this adventurous. he was pretty sure you prefer the basics and you're happy but finding this side of you. he's proven wrong and he can't help but to think — you got a good taste for this type of things.

it isn't his place to say that. considering he's the type to get down on business rather than initiating the contact of skin against another. ugh. the thought of completely doing it with a stranger doesn't really sets right with him. he had hook ups. one night stands. strangers he didn't remember the faces nor names and his. he got a lot of things to take care of and including his hard on.

he didn't even watched the video and he's this hard. maybe because you liked this. he imagines you on all fours. your breathing shallow and your body trembling. his breath on your fat pussy. mesmerized at the sight of slick gathering and his spit mixing before taking a lick from your clit to your warm hole. he got his hand on your back. encouraging you to arch your back more to get his access easier to your cunt drooling and he's slapping your plush thighs. watch it jiggle from how hard he's slapped it and you would cry his name.

“kiyo... need more.” you moaned out. your voice muffled by the pillows while his fingers are spreading your puffy lips. groaning at the taste of your cunt and sucks your clit from behind. how he loves that to hear you moaning and begging for him.

that's why he's frustrated and angry. his cock beading with precum and forehead sweating from jacking off. cleaning would be a bitch after this. he didn't know if he could sleep again if he wouldn't do this. when he closes his eyes all he can see is you. your plush body trembling and shaking from just eating you out. he can't imagine how worst you can get if he can fuck you. he wasn't even that big in oral and he's here in his bed imagining licking that pussy clean.

his team manager. team manager so naughty that you have this effect on him. he can almost laugh at how unfazed you are from the sex atsumu blabs in the team and you're just the worst.

he bets you don't let anyone easily screw you and if maybe you're a virgin. pure and untouched by anyone filthy. sakusa like the thought of it.

his abdomen contracts and his hips stutters. a sign that he's close and sakusa continued thrusting his cock to his fist. imagining it was your cunt and he's dumping his load inside you.

sakusa hissed when the last of his sticky cum drips on his fingers. he puts his phone down. running his fingers in his hair and scowls at the sweat and the messed he had made. you is to blame for all of this and kiyo wonders if you've purposely sent and maybe he can use it as his advantage to get a taste of that sweet cunt of yours but it would be still far.

not when he had to clean this with the shame of him wishing it was you and you taking responsibility for this mess you made out of him.

Hi!! Idk if you're taking requests but I'll shoot my shot!!

I wanted to know if you add onto the suna and Miya twins bully series where the reader decides to leave the team and join another (preferably nekoma) and gets a new trio (kuroo, kenma and Yamamoto) who actually praises and appreciate her and she decides to rub it in their face by sending videos of the trio fucking her and cute photos and when the Miya twins and suna try to confront her they get told off by her new boys😋

you've gotten petty and bold.

it's not like you planned it more like it was suggested to you. since you transferred to nekoma and made genuine connection to your team. it was like a weight lifted off you and you weren't scared on what about to happen. you don't get harassed after school hours and the team shows how grateful they are to you. going as far giving you trinkets they knew you would like.

nekomata-sensei treated you like his granddaughter and manabu-sensei looks out for you at times. for the first time, you thought that you really found your team for you and them the manager they always wanted. not treating you differently since you're a previous manager at powerhouse team and a regular contender in the nationals. a manager is a manager they say and you greeted them with a smile and the care you can provide for them as a manager.

that is the reason you have gotten close with the team captain. kuroo tetsurou. charming he can be and a handsome face to boost. it didn't took long for you and him to hit it and it extended with his friend and the team's setter, kozume kenma. you like kenma and it reminds you of yourself a bit. introverted and likes to keep to themself which you didn't mind at all. it took him a long time for him to warm up to you and the rest was history and there's yamamoto who can't talk without stuttering to you. kuroo said he's that nervous only when a girl talk to him. you find the gesture cute and other than his younger sister, you found out one time when you talked to him and he seems to relax at the thought of his sister, it was almost normal how he spoke to you like a friend. comfortable and inviting that's why you're the one who took his virginity.

“does it feels good, tora-kun?” you asked him, although a little breathless. his cock huge and nestled deeply inside your pussy. eyes closing and breath labored trying himself not to bust the moment you sink your fat cunt to his cock. “y-yes.” he stutters. fists clenching and he bites a back a moan when you started to move. “good. let me take care of you.”

then you began to have your own trio. the kindest of the trio. they would whisper you sweet nothings followed by appreciation that you were a good manager while you bounce on their cocks. you've never felt this so good about yourself, not even in the previous team you managed. this was the best and kuroo knowing how the inarizaki team treated you especially those three who fooled you, devises a plan. suggesting that you send a video and pictures of how they are treating you well and you agreed.

it was suna who received it. the videos and then followed many more. circumstances have forced you to left the school and went to move to tokyo where he recently found out that you were also the team's manager of the school volleyball club. he was pissed and then the twins received it. they were fuming. you allowed yourself to be somebody's cumdump instead of only them and they currently watched the videos you sent just to tub them in their faces from how good they were fucking you plus the praises that got your slutty pussy gushing.

first, it was you and then some three guys in the video. you're bouncing on someone's dick (yamamoto's) while you give a handjob to the other guy (kenma) obscured by the video and only his lower body can be seen in the video and you're blowing someone (kuroo's). his hands in your cheeks while he swallows your cock. telling you how much of a good girl you are for taking care of them and their cocks. letting them blow off the steam in their bodies to you. exceeding what a manager can do for her teammates. your speech garbled, slobbering all over kuroo's cock. they can see you were smiling while looking at the camera. swallowing his cock deeper and bouncing more on yamamoto's cock. a huge fuck you to them. all suna knows that it would be the first and last just to let them know how you're doing but it was proven wrong when you send a video again and then again.

it was different the videos are. one of them is you sitting while kuroo eats your pussy. the squelch of your pussy and the smacking of his lips can be heard while you moan in the background. your fingers gripping his hair while you grind on his face more which the latter eagerly lap your heat more. the other is all of your holes are stuff. dripping with their cum while you pose a peace sign with their spent all over you. it was endless.

and when they confronted you about it of how a huge slut are you for letting guys fuck you like that, let's say your new trio defended you. if they can't appreciate you they will and that seems to shut the ex-trio who are your bullies. ex-bullies.

you rewarded them three with a tlc that can only come from you.

ushijima?? anything you want

“you're beautiful.”

he says it in the middle of sex. where your bodies are melded in each other. skins covered in sweat and you realized how you look when you meet his gaze. naked and sweaty. bare for his eyes to see every flaw you have.

in this position where he's above you. his muscular arms are at your sides. palms pressed in the sheet to balance and get that leverage. rolling his hips while he's deeply buried inside you. cock heavy and swelling with need. his olive eyes glazed below him. his significant other for years and for more years to come.

you were suddenly aware of how you look. from this angle you know he can see the double chin you have. the rolls of your stomach being stacked and it jiggles with every move. rippling like a still water being disturbed. the stretch marks decorating your body like it was patterns of a tree. how can he say that when he could all is all of these. fat and all.

“is there something wrong?” he asks. voice laced with concern. noticing how you stopped in the middle. freezing at his words. knuckles turning back in their natural shade after gripping the sheets tight from how good he feels inside you.

you shaked your head. “there's nothing wrong, wakatoshi.” you assured him and it may not show to his face what he's really feeling deep inside, he melts at the sound of your voice and the look in your face. it took him long to know what the conflicts you are struggling with it. the backhanded compliments you received when you're seen with him. the stares that are directed to you instead of him. filled with the questions why you? a god-like built athlete choosing you.

he leans down. capturing your lips with his own. moving it like he did many times to made you feel loved. he breaks the kiss just to say it again. “you're beautiful.” and then the tears came rolling down.

fuck the people who made you worthless. fuck the paparazzi who makes the headlines of ushijima wakatoshi dating you. fuck the fans who say you're unworthy of him. fuck all of them.

he loves you more than anything. taught you how to love yourself without him realizing and that's enough for you. wakatoshi never lies and when he says you're beautiful, you are. he's blunt. straightforward that it ticks people that surrounds him but it's true. truer that it can be.

the ace wipes your tears with his thumb. kissing your forehead and his hands links to yours. fingers intertwining and wakatoshi never wanted to let go. he wants this forever. you closer to him and him closer to you.

so he moves. burying himself deeper into you. feeling every inch and curves you have cause it was you and wakatoshi wanted to memorize all of you even he'd done it long time ago. knows how your body moves when you're feeling good and how he can make you moan his name. cry his name in pure ecstacy and he's satisfied that he's the only one who could make you feel this.

and when you came undone. he took pride on it. there's nothing more beautiful than seeing you like this. your soft body writhing and squirming for him and he's about to bestow you more.

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there's a huge banner outside the school gates and inside of the prestigious inarizaki high school grounds are filled with stalls varying from food to random themes that are organized by the student bodies.

the twins including suna wanders throughout hallways and visited numerous stalls. the twins were stuffing their mouths with no end of varieties of food and suna rolls his eyes at the two. he can hangout in other places and he's stuck with the twins. he would be rather somewhere else. far away from this two and he thinks of you. where could you be?

“would it be that all, master?” there's unamused smile plastered in your face. your eyes twitching in irritation and nervousness creeping up on you. hoping for the ground to open and swallow you whole. curse the homeroom for deciding the oh-so original maid café that is truly a hit.

suna lazily eyes you. watching in amusement at the sight in front of him. the twins? he couldn't be bothered by their presence when there's you in front of them. dressed as a maid. the menu almost crumbled from how hard you were gripping it and he can hear you gritting your teeth.

“yes, thank you.” he mutters and twins nodded. atsumu's dumb ass smirk and osamu's teasing tone set nothing but to tip you over the edge of wanting to hit with the menu. bowing you left with their orders. tempted to spit on it and give it to them as a payback. there's nothing more humiliating that for the three of them to see you dressed up like this and there's a the endless teasing will sure to follow.

you served them and made sure to give the way the other dressed up maids of a classmates of yours have given to the other visitors. giving them the most cutest way of writing a charm to their omurice which you could have cursed instead that they choke but you didn't do it. afraid that you'll jinx it but you sure is tempted about it.

after that you were grateful that it ended way too soon and you can change to your normal clothes but alas, you celebrated too soon. there they were waiting for you in the comfort room. ambushed you when you least expected it.

“where ya' going?” atsumu asks. a wolfish grin in his face and you didn't like one bit of it. you know what to come when it starts to this but you can't realize escape it. you know the drill of it.

the shameless moans and groans bouncing on the walls of the comfort room. “f-fuck.” atsumu groans while you sink on his cock deeper. atsumu is the most vocal and yaps the whole time when fucking so you intend to shut him up until he can speak no more. while you jerk the other two. your maid outfit disheveled. skirt bunched up in your waist and your tits spilled in the top of the dress.

you look where the camera is pointed. making sure to swallow his cock deeper. suna can't help but to groan as your tongue swirls around his cock. kissing the tip of it before swallowing once again. your round cheeks deflating as you sucked him.

osamu on the other hand bucks his hips to get more of that delicious friction. your hands are so goddamn good at jerking him that he can't help more to fuck into it.

you think while you're fucking them three that you should be careful the next time you wore something. you ought to burn this maid outfit while you're at it.

thinking about men in business suits. who's tired of their job that makes a more than a living. hardly getting a break from their day to day job and the overtime, it's worst and the only way that relieves them is coming to their chubby spouse who waits for them at home. waiting for their arrival who kisses them by the door and a warm meal waiting for them. their chubby spouse who looks so good in a apron tied around their plush waist and their round tummy poking out.

they can't help but to grab their fat wife while slowly untying the knot of their necktie and just hugs them from behind while peppering kisses all over their face and them your tired husband is burying his face to your neck and then, it's on the bedroom.

dinner forgotten and cold in the table while they feast on your fat cunt. warm and dripping in such wetness that they can't get enough. the taste of your fat pussy is better than the meals they have eaten. they do it as a thank you but mostly they want it. been craving it for the whole day and they can't wait to get their face buried to your pussy with your creamy thighs crushing them.

just been plagued with husband and his chubby wife.

Nanami, Shiu, Higuruma (JJK) Matsukawa, Daichi, Kuroo (HAIKYUU) Yoriichi, Giyuu, Tengen (KNY) Tsukauchi, Endeavor, Aizawa (BNHA) Obi, Benimaru (FIRE FORCE) Gen, Hoshina, Kafka (KAIJU NO.8) Ego, Noa (BLUE LOCK) Taiju, Shinichiro, Wakasa (TOKYO REVENGERS)

DAY ONE: SPITROASTING! FT. middle blocker! tsukishima kei and opposite hitter! kyoutani kentaro

CONTENT WARNINGS. manager! reader + blowjobs + rough sex + sprinkles of degradation + locker sex

NOTES. day one of kinktober and there's no masterlist cause it's an indefinite one. it's short cause i was distracted and have a long ass fic for halloween. day two.

SYNOPSIS. despite the victory, tsukishima and kyoutani is still pent up. good thing you're their manager. you're more than willing to take care of them.

it's post game jitters and the adrenaline still pumps in their system and what's a good way to release it to their manager who is more than willing to take both of their cocks to your eager holes.

moaning at the taste of tsukishima's cock repeatedly plunging to your mouth. your head bobbing up and down to get more of his length and to hear him stifle the groans while you suck his cock. it pleases you that you can make the middle blocker of your team to be this expressive.

also, you managed to stole a new emotion to your other man that is currently molding your cunt to be the shape of his cock. low hisses and string of curses leaving his mouth every time your fat cunt clamps on his own fat cock. a vice grip to your wide hips. the flesh spilling on his fingers, providing him more grip to pound your pussy deep.

does everyone looks this good when they're blowing his cock? or perhaps he's a bit biased to you? nonetheless it makes his head spin. seeing you below him engulfing his cock like it's nobody's business but yours. it shouldn't escalate into something more. he's a pro and so are you. managing a team was keeping everyone in line and yet, you managed to worm your way to his and his teammate's. he was sure that you made it clear that being this intimate won't happen to you or anybody in the team but fuck, you are one seductive bitch.

strictly professional. however someone can't be a professional while you suck the cock of the team member you were supposedly managing. glancing at him every minute to see his reaction. hollowing your round cheeks but despite that it remains it roundness and he can feel the way your tongue swirls around his shaft. “does it feel good, tsukki?” you ask him. a loud wet pop is heard when your spit slicked lips detaches to the tip of his cock. pumping his length with your soft hand while the other holds his thigh for leverage. locking your gaze to him and tapping the shaft of his cock to your cheek before pressing a kiss to it.

turning your head to peer over your shoulder. “ahh-kyou!” you softly moan. “ah-ah-ah...” panting, you let out a giggle. watching as the middle blocker is distracted by the sway of your ass. rocking your plump body with the movements of his hips hitting the flesh of your ass repeatedly. “does it also feel good to you, kyou?” purposely clamping around his cock that he growled. meeting your gaze with his intense gaze. “i-is my fat pussy good?” he only grunts in response. too distracted and lost in the feeling of your cunt sucking him back to your hole.

tsukishima scowls at the lack of attention from you. unsatisfied by the way your lazily pumped his cock. annoyed, his lips curling in disgust and eyes being shadowed by something dark. he grabs your cheek. forcing you to look at him before slamming your mouth to his still hard cock. the sudden intrusion of his cock to your mouth earned a choking sound before you adjust your grip to his thighs. nails digging to get a grip and before that tsukishima's already spewing venom at you but sure it made your cunt got soaked than already it is. much to mad dog's delight.

“take my cock like a slut, you fucking bitch.” he fumes. bucking his hips upwards that his cock gets buried deeper in your mouth. too much that it's already in the hilt and you can smell the musky scent of his pubes tickling the corners of your mouth. “you like that?” his lips now curled into a condescending smile at your state. “you like getting your holes fucked? of course you do.” his tone mocking. he looks at his teammate drilling at your hole. “you like being used and being stuffed with our cum.” his pace relentless and unforgiving and you were beyond helpless and you can only let out a hum. the sensation of your mouth vibrating added a dose of pleasure being sent to his spine and to his brain.

the more the blonde degrades you the larger his cock seems to get bigger at your mouth and you know he's taking pleasure of the sweet torture he's putting you with. you're turning into a slut now and the thought of it sends you almost to the edge. being stuffed full of cocks. specifically these two's fat cocks. you can't get enough of it.

although, tsukishima keeps a tight grip to the back of your head as he used your mouth as a fleshlight, you made sure to lock gazes at his. watch his smile and his cheeks flushed as he uses your mouth.

bored with the position and pace he's in. kyoutani rose from his knees. making sure that he's still inside you as he adjusts his position. he needed to get deeper inside you. fucking you deep that you're choking on his teammate's cock. he keeps his posture before leaning forward to hold your round stomach from below. squeezing the flesh and he's back holding your hips again and then the real fun began. with a loud groan, he rams his cock inside you. back arching at newly found sensation.

the bulbous tip of his cock nudging a soft spot inside you and he can hear the muffled choked moans from you. he made sure to hit that spot over and over again. his heavy balls slaps against your clit and he swore you just get tighter at every slam. he was getting closer at this new position and he caught the sight of tsukishima staring at him.

there's no need for words. they were close and so are you. they just can feel it and kyoutani is the first to experience it. it's almost impossible to fuck you at this position but it didn't deter him. his cock rubs all over your walls as you creamed around hum. making sure he was buried. it took him a few thrusts before he's cumming inside you. buckets of his cum are deposited inside you and loads and loads of it are still coming from his cock. kyoutani bite the roll protruding in your back as he reels from his high. he keeps fucking you until the last drop of his cum.

tsukishima on the other hand is not doing good. his cock is close to bursting with his cum but prolonged it for the longer time cause your mouth's too good and that's when he can no longer take it. he made sure he's buried to the hilt before cumming inside your mouth. his muscles tensed at the sensation and mouthing off a curse from the way your mouth feels. “swallow. every last drop of it.” he orders you. watching him through your wet eyelashes. he didn't gave you the space to breath until you've swallowed all of his cum.

in his watchful eyes, he knew you have swallowed all of it and he pulled his cock to your mouth. a huge sign of relief coming from you. opening your mouth to show him that you did it. “told ya'” you smile at him. grabbing his cock to put a kiss on it. kyoutani hisses at you. grinding your ass at his lap.

“care to fuck me again?”

nsfw - minors dni

Warnings: breeding kink, reader has a vagina, degredation kink, praise kink

Since I’m still full of Tsukki brainrot lets discuss his breeding kink.

Cos it’s non-existent UNTIL he meets you.

Tsukki could take or leave cumming in his partner, actually preferring to decorate their chest, or their face, or their pretty little mouth. Painting his lover with his seed like a filthy whore deserves.

But when he meets you?! Whew, that man goes feral. And the best part is he doesn’t even realise how desperately he wants to stuff you with cum until you ask. And then it’s like he can’t get enough. Your poor, abused cunt. And god forbid if you tell him you actually want a child. You’ll never walk the same.

I don’t think Tsukki’s usually one for a mating press, but shoving your face into a pillow and filling you up. That’s like gold dust to him. Telling you how well your pussy’s swallowing him, practically begging him to cum inside. And he’ll pull you up just so he can hear you scream for it and see that fucked out smile when he gives it to you. And as he’s dumping his hot cum inside you, he’ll finally finally tell you how good you are and gorgeous you look. He’ll roll you over and watch his cum drip out of you slowly and it’s like a different kind of art. Or if you’re trying for a baby, well then he’ll methodically collect anything that drips and stuff it where it belongs with his long middle blocker fingers.

Oh sure, he still comes on you but that’s only after he’s come in you twice or thrice, cos Tsukki only puts effort into the things he genuinely cares about.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 !

୨୧— including: k. sugawara, h. iwazumi

୨୧— genre: s suggestive/smut

↳ summary: what sex is like with the hq boys <33

part two . part three

KOUSHI :: passionate. Koushi is a very compassionate and caring lover, so its safr to say that wiuld remain the same during sex. Soft kisses and touches are something to expect from him. Suga wants to make sure you feel loved and never unsatisfied. So that being said, he’ll most likely make you cum twice before actually fucking you. Koushi is a type of person to put other’s well being before his own, so its not unexpected for him to do the same with his princess <33

Has the sweetest moans, its treat to hear them when your in missionary. His hands holding yours tightly, his thrust sending you into a slight frenzy as you approach your high. Then hearing koushi’s adorable cries of pleasure in your ear, toppling you over the edge.

Kisses all your insecurities, every-time. He never fails to do it every time before sex, he never forgets. Even if you tell him he doesn’t have to, unless you say stop hell just continue kissing every spot until he sees a smile on your face.

Kisses you when you both cum

HAJIME :: romantic. Now iwazumi can be rough but even when he is being rough with you he always, makes you cum on his fingers before fucking you. Its not even in a teasing matter, well okay a little. Hajime likes seeing you embarrassed, even if you know he does it every time its passionate seeing him take time with you. The reason why he loves doing this is because he gets to loosen you up and see your pretty cum face. He’ll tease a little bit, taking his fingers out making you beg to put them back in while peppering kisses on your neck. “Go ahead, let go for me baby.”

Dirty talk, hajime knows the impact his voice has on you. So when your on the peak of an orgasm and he just stops his thrusts and leans down to your ear and just teases a beg out of you. “Cmon now baby. I know you want it, you’ve been moanin’ up a storm. Now be a good girl and beg me for more.”

Slow and deep thrust speeding up over time, this is also something Hajime has a habit of doing. He loves hearing you beg for him to speed up, and will go purposely slow just to hear you beg to go faster. Only to go so fast your headboard is thumping against your wall, on the verge of breaking.

Faking it w/ Keiji Akaashi

MDNI, Fem!Reader.

"Mhmmh f-fuck ahhh-" Akaashi moans softly under his breath. His thrusts are sloppy and careless.

You don’t know what’s different this time but something’s off. He always whispers sweet praises like how good you were being for him, and gives you the softest kisses. Right now he’s not doing any of that at all, all you can hear is him whining in your ear like a bitch.

His cheeks are bright red and he already came once, he’s unrecognizable.

When you feel his body twitch against yours and his hands shaking while he’s holding you in place, you almost feel bad for him. He seems so tired so you want to do him a favor by just ending things more quickly.

You know the only reason he’s still going is cause you didn’t cum yet and it would make him feel guilty to leave you like this.

So you start breathing more heavily like you usually do when you’re about to cum. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter and put your hands behind his neck, while starting to moan lightly for him.

"hmm, don’t s-stop Keiji, I’m g-gonna-" You don’t even get to finish cause of him rudely interrupting you.

"No you’re not." He says calmly as he looks at you.

"w-what?" You stutter.

"Baby, what are you doing? I know you’re pretending." He says in a hushed tone while looking at you disappointed.

"you seemed so tired Keiji… just wanted to let you rest." You mumble apologetically.

"Don’t be ridiculous darling, I could never leave you unsatisfied. It’s not fun for me if you don’t enjoy yourself." He says.

"Are you mad at me now?" You know he could never be actually mad at you, you just wanted to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt his feelings.

"Of course not princess, not if you let me make you cum properly." His hand softly caresses your stomach as he carefully kisses your shoulder.

"Are you sure?" You ask skeptically.

"Mhm, 'm sure baby." He kisses down you stomach to your thighs and leaves a few small hickeys there before burying his nose deep in your pussy.

He knows exactly how to make you feel good it’s like he studied how to move his tongue in all the right places. He keeps sucking on your already swollen clit while drawing little circles into your thighs with his finger.

It doesn’t take a lot of time for him to make you whimper in pleasure but this time its real. You can feel how you’re about to cum as you grab his hair and pull on it.

Akaashi can feel your lower body half starting to tremble as he gives you a confirming nod telling you it’s fine if you cum. It doesn’t take anything more for you to cum on his tongue as your legs start cramping.

"Now that was way better wasn’t it love?" He smirks.

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Faking it w/ Matsukawa Issei.

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