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lust struck

tetsurou kuroo x fem!reader

18+ MINORS DNI

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

wc: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“tets, it hurts.”

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

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

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

kuroo’s usually droopy eyes widened. an aphrodisiac?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i know, baby, i know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“d-don’t tease!”

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

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

“s’ full, s’ full!”

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

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

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

“fuck, you feel so good, sweet girl”

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

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

“then cum, angel, you deserve it.”

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

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

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

“now are you feeling better?”

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

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

you felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“shut up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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— SPOILS OF LIFE | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: this is the one constant in his life

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, trophy wife!reader, rich!kuroo, slightly possessive, canon divergent, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, kitchen sex, vaginal penetration, rough sex, praise, mentions of masturbation (m and f), squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare, bathing together

-> wc: 3.3k

-> a/n: I have no explanation for this just read it 🫠

-> series masterlist

Kuroo is impatient this evening as he drives home. Just a little heavy footed on the gas, gaze repeatedly flitting over to the clock on the dashboard, finger drumming on the steering wheel at every red light. He should be thankful that he managed to escape the office a little earlier than usual - the perks of holding a high position at the JVA after so many years. Nevertheless, his movements are hurried as he finally hops out of his car and rushes to the front door, quickly unlocking it and kicking his shoes off. A grin crawls over his face as he calls out into your home, the way he always does.

“Honey! I’m home!” Padding down the hall, he heads towards the kitchen, one of the largest rooms in the house. He’d spared no expense in giving you the home you’d always dreamed of, spacious and airy, the marbled floors always flooded with sunlight. But to Kuroo, it’s not the decor or the large windows that make it bright and beautiful, it’s you. It’s like you carry the sun with you wherever you go, a ball of light that sits under your ribs and warms him endlessly. For a moment, he leans against the doorframe, admiring you bending down to retrieve something from the oven, humming a tuneless song as you do. Licking his lips, he ogles the curve of your ass shamelessly, drinking in how the fabric of your dress clings to its contours. The air smells sweet and warm, notes of vanilla and coconut swimming around him as you straighten up and place a cake pan on a wire rack to cool. Kuroo clears his throat to grab your attention and you whirl around in surprise.

“Tetsu! I wasn’t expecting you home so soon.”

“I left early,” he says approaching you. Immediately, his large hands find your hips and pull you flush against him so that you’re chest to chest. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you grin, resting your hands on his shoulders. The sizeable diamond on your left hand glints brightly under the lights of the extractor fan.

”I missed you.”

“Aw, really?” you coo, pinching his cheek between your thumb and forefinger. He hums, turning his head to nip playfully at your fingers. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “Especially with the way you saw me off this morning.”

“I just wanted to make sure you had something nice to think about whilst you worked,” you say innocently, giving him a honey-sweet smile.

“Oh, I was thinking about it alright,” he grumbles, tightening his grip on you. “I hate being stuck at work whilst my sexy little wife is at home all alone,” he laments before dipping down to kiss you, delighted to find that you taste like sugar. Your cheeks heat up as he ruts his hips against you, letting you feel the hardness straining at his trousers.

“Oh!”

“Wish I could just bring you to the office with me and show off how perfect you are,” he mumbles between kisses. “You could sit on my lap while I work. Or I could just not work at all and give you all my attention.”

Giggling, you hold his face in your hands and push him back slightly, nudging at his nose affectionately. “How would we eat if you stopped working?”

“I can think of one thing I could eat,” he teases, hands roaming to your backside and squeezing it appreciatively, ignoring your embarrassed whine. “I’m pretty hungry right now, y’know. Get up on the counter and show me what I’ve been missing, yeah?”

You do as he says, hoisting yourself onto the frigid granite with your legs dangling over the edge, slightly parted. He moves to stand between them, resting his warm hands on your bare thighs where the skirt of your dress has shifted up to reveal your soft skin. Like this, you’re almost at eye level, but his devious grin and the way he leans towards you, conjures the illusion that he’s towering over you.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing,” he coos, brushing his knuckles over the apple of your cheek. He chuckles when you lean into his touch, humming contently in your throat. “Just for me, right?”

“Of course, Tetsu.” 

“C’mere,” he says softly, cupping your jaw to angle your face towards his to kiss you, warm and slow. Kuroo dips his tongue into your mouth, tasting you more purposefully, drinking from your lips as though it sustains him. Your hand curls around his wrist to steady yourself, the metal of his rolex cool against your palm. His other hand slips between your thighs, pushing them apart further, smoothing along the sensitive inner skin. You shiver in his grasp just as he pulls away, your lips shiny with spit, gaze glossy and lovestruck.

“Lift your dress for me, sweetheart,” he says, smirking at the dazed expression on your face. Slowly, you reach down and grasp the hem, dragging the fabric up over your hips to let it gather around your waist. You bat your eyelashes at him, biting back the cheeky grin that tugs at your lips because he’s staring at what lies underneath.

“Oh whoops, I must have forgotten to put on some underwear after my shower,” you say airily. “How embarrassing.”

Threading your fingers through his mess of midnight hair, you scratch gently at his scalp with your perfectly manicured nails. His head rolls back as he chases your touch. “I got so lonely without you Tetsu,” you confess, spreading yourself wider for him. “I couldn’t help myself. This morning just wasn’t enough, baby.”

Kuroo groans, his cock throbbing heavily against his zip as you lean back a little. “I should’ve taken the day off and taken care of you instead,” he says, sinking to his knees. He drapes your legs over his shoulders and carefully draws you towards his hungry mouth, trailing wet kisses from the inside of your knee up to the crease of your thigh. His nose nudges at your pussy and he hums, low in his throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”

Inching closer, he pokes his tongue out, flicking it softly over your slick skin, making a deep noise of satisfaction in his chest when your heady flavour seeps onto his palette. “You taste even better.” He follows it with another lick, a broader swipe of his tongue that smears his saliva over your clit, muddling it with your arousal. The only sounds that come from him are pleased little hums and the obscene slurp of his mouth fastened to your cunt.

Fingers tightening in his hair, your hips cant up into his skilled mouth. One eye peeks open and flicks up to meet your gaze, crinkling at the corner at the sound of your shameless moaning. You feel him chuckle into your dripping sex and the vibration makes you squirm. Pulling away, he replaces his glistening mouth with his long fingers so that he can grin up at you. “‘S this what you wanted?” he asks, voice husky and teasing as his fingers curl slowly inside. “What you couldn’t wait for?”

“Yes,” you gasp, head tipping back into the cabinets as his thumb presses against your clit. “God, yes.”

“My pretty wife was just aching to get her pussy eaten all day, hm? Is that why she’s so wet for me?”

“Tetsu,” you whine, tugging lightly on his hair to get him to lap at you again but he ignores your efforts and cocks his head to the side.

“What were you thinking about when you were all alone? Tell me all about it, sweetheart. I wanna know what made you so horny that you got this pussy all ready for me before I got home.” His thumb moves back and forth in slow, gentle arcs as he speaks.

“Was thinking about you,” you say, the words breathy. Your body heats up under his unwavering gaze and you swallow hard. “About how I’m so lucky to have you. How much I love you.”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” he coos, gaze dark and warm, the way it always is when he looks at you adoringly from between your thighs. “But something tells me that’s not all you were thinking about. Am I right?”

“Tetsu, please.”

“C’mon,” he coaxes, still fingering you slowly. It’s not enough to get you off but it’s more than enough to keep the fire under your skin burning gently.

“I… I touched myself a little after I showered,” you admit quietly, lowering your gaze to his fingers so that you don’t have to meet those smouldering eyes. “Thought about how you always fuck me so well. How good your cock feels inside me.”

Kuroo feels it kick in his pants at your words, the tip leaking precum and threatening to seep through his light grey trousers. His hips roll into thin air of their own accord as he pictures you sprawled on your large bed after showering, legs spread, hair dripping onto the silk sheets. He imagines how your hands would trail down your body, disappearing between your plush thighs to try and ease the hot, pulsing ache of your cunt. It riles him up further to know that you were just as pent up and desperate as he’s been all day.

“Fuck, I missed out on a lot, didn’t I?” he groans, reaching down to undo his belt and free himself. “Spent my whole day thinking about you too. Couldn’t focus.”

Unable to hold himself back any longer, he buries his face back between your legs, eating you with renewed vigour. Need guides his tongue inside you, drowning his taste buds in your essence all over again. The countertop is warm and sticky under you as you grind helplessly against his face, filling the kitchen with the most erotic sounds to ever grace his ears. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, his slick lips wrap around your clit, sucking long and hard until you're creaming down his knuckles, chanting his name as though it’s the only word you’ve ever known.

“Cum for me,” he gasps, detaching himself from you briefly. “Cum on my face, baby.”

A drawn out, airy moan flies from your lips as your legs lock around his ears. He’s still rolling his soft tongue over the sensitive bud through your climax, only withdrawing when you start to squirm away from him with a whine. Rising to his feet, Kuroo licks at his fingers and messy chin, taking hold of your hips once more. The look in his eyes is simply ravenous, darkening further when your eyes slide down his lean torso to his undone trousers. His cock stands starkly against the pristine white of his shirt, the tip drooling milky precum from the flushed tip.

Your hips shift at the sight, cunt twitching despite having just endured the sinful affections of his mouth. He takes himself in one hand, reeling you in with the other until you’re seated on the edge of the counter, perfectly lined up with his pretty length. The tip kisses your swollen clit as if to soothe it, sliding slowly through your lips to gather the cum still shining on your folds. 

“Thought about fucking you all day,” he says, hissing at the warmth of your pussy pressing against his shaft. “In every place I could think of, in every way I could imagine. That quickie this morning just made me want more.”

Resting your hand over his cock, you grind up into him, sighing as he pulses hotly against your sensitive flesh. “But I just finished cleaning,” you pout as he prods the head at your entrance.

“You’ve already made such a mess,” he points out, swiping a finger through the cum streaking your inner thighs. “What’s a little more?”

With that, he coaxes your twitching hole to stretch around the crown of his cock as he pops it inside, his balls aching when you swallow him so readily. It’s like you’re drawing him in as he slides home, sucking him in further with the clench of your walls. “Fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, gripping your hips tightly. “So perfect.”

“So full, Tetsu.” The soft whine in the back of your throat makes him pause, smirking at you knowingly.

“Yeah? Better than you imagined?”

“Yes,” you hiss, clinging to his broad shoulders, the cotton of his shirt wrinkling under your fingers. “‘S so much better.”

“Nothing compares, does it?” he says to himself, thinking of how he’d fucked his fist in his office after his meeting earlier, a poor attempt at emulating your tight cunt. Unable to empty his mind of the filthy thoughts that filled it, he’d given in but it hadn’t been nearly enough to sate the raw need coursing through his blood. “Nothing could ever feel as good as you do, baby.”

A wave of pure love washes over him as he observes the heavy rise and fall of your chest, the stars in your eyes as you look up at him so sweetly, it makes his heart and balls clench in the same breath. He adores when you’re like this, pliant under his grasp, dishevelled and wanting, the most beautiful mess he’s ever seen - that only he gets to see.

Dipping his head down, he nudges at your lips, kissing you deeply as he drags his cock out before rolling his hips fluidly into you. Kuroo swallows your moan, sucking your tongue into his mouth as his hips snap into yours steadily. “I love you,” he mumbles against your mouth before parting from you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he repeatedly pulls you onto his cock , whining when he presses deeper each time you slip bit by bit off the edge of the counter.

Eventually, he pulls you off it completely, bouncing you on his length as your spine presses into the hard edge. You brace yourself with one hand on the counter, another fisted into his shirt as he fucks you harder, dragging desperate sounds of pleasure from your throat. “You’re so good to me,” he pants nonsensically. “So, so good. Lettin’ me fuck you in the kitchen like this. You’d let me fuck you anywhere wouldn’t you? Bet you’d let me fuck you in my office too, right in front of the window so that everyone can see you’re all mine.”

“‘M yours, all yours,” you mewl, trying to meet his heavy thrusts. 

“Bet you’d like that,” he continues, his thrusts growing sloppier as you constrict around him, gasping for breath. “You love it when I show you off, don’tcha?”

“Tetsu, I’m gonna-”

“I know baby, I know.” Kuroo pulls out of you momentarily, his hot breaths puffing against your neck as he sets your bare feet on the tiled floor, spinning you around in his arms, and pushing you back against the counter. Your legs part and your back arches as you lay your torso onto the granite, squealing when he slips his cock back into you. Now it feels as though he’s reaching even deeper, as though he's splitting you clean down the middle. Grinding his hips into you, he crowds the length of his body against your back, almost knocking the air from your lungs.

“You wanna cum again?” he croons in your ear, dragging his warm lips over the nape of your neck. His fingers journey down between your legs, finding your soaked centre and puffy clit. Gently, he rolls his finger over it, grinning when you cry out his name. “I’ve got you, honey.”

Each thrust that follows is near bruising. One hand cages your forearm against your back, pushing it to curve beautifully for him when you raise your head to look back at him. Kuroo fucks you roughly, losing himself to the tightness of your cunt, his head spinning from the warmth that hugs his dick. Judging from the tremble in your thighs and how you seem to be losing the ability to speak even incoherently, he strokes quickly at your clit, sensing that you’re about to climax again. Your legs threaten to shut as his cock nudges at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you in tandem with his fingers.

“Tetsu, wait, ‘m gonna-”

Your slurring is interrupted by a particularly hard thrust that forces you forwards and tears your orgasm from you with a screech of ecstasy. There’s a distinct splash of liquid on tile and skin, and the mere sight alone of you squirting all over his thighs makes him cum hard with a satisfied moan. Thick warmth fills your insides, sticking to your quivering walls as his cock twitches and spurts deep within you. 

Sighing in deep satisfaction, he glances down at the floor and grimaces slightly at the droplets of your combined fluids marring the once pristine marble. “Baby.” He calls to you gently, helping you straighten up after he carefully pulls his softening cock out of your pussy. Your legs are trembling so he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you steady. Blinking up at him disorientedly, you offer him a happy little smile as he brushes your sweat-damp hair back. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you hum, letting your head loll onto his chest. You inhale deeply, indulging in a scent so masculine and Kuroo that it makes your head swim pleasantly. ”So good.”

“Yeah?” Rubbing gently at your back, he cradles you close, pressing soft kisses all over your forehead and cheeks before meeting your lips softly. “Am I okay to let go?”

“I think so.” 

Once his arms leave your waist, you hurriedly waddle towards the bathroom, leaving him to tuck himself back into his trousers and clean up the mess you’d made. Fulfilling his fantasies was always a brilliant idea until it was over and he was faced with dealing with the repercussions. 

Once he’s done, he finds you undressing in the en suite bathroom and clipping your hair up out of your face. Wordlessly, he begins to fill the large tub with hot water and your favourite scented soaps as he joins you in peeling off his work clothes. Now fully naked, he engulfs you in his arms from behind, tickling kisses over the curve of your neck and making you giggle.

“You want me to wash your hair?” you ask, thumbing his cheek. He hums affirmatively, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before shepherding you towards the full bathtub. Offering you a hand, he helps you step into the foamy water before following after you, settling against the side as you lean back into his chest. 

“I really needed that,” he murmurs into your ear as you both take a moment to soak in the hot water, letting it soothe your tired muscles. “Work has been really stressful lately.”

“I know,” you say, twisting to look at him. Taking his face in your wet hands, your thumbs trace over the bags under his eyes. “You’ve been working so hard, Tetsu. I think you need a break.”

“We need a break,” he says, kissing your palm. “You’ll be coming with me y’know. Where I go, you go.”

“You couldn’t leave me behind if you tried,” you tease, kissing his cheek.

“I wouldn’t want to.”

“Aw really?”

“Of course. Who else is gonna suck me off on a beach?” Kuroo grins insolently, reaching forwards to nudge at your nose.

“Tetsu!” you scold, smacking his shoulder lightly as he cackles and hugs you tighter. “You’re disgusting.”

“You say that, but you’d do it anyway.” He looks at you pointedly with raised brows. You flounder for a second, speechless, before you smack him again.

“That’s not the point!” you splutter.

“Okay, you’re right. The point is,” he says, kissing you sweetly and nuzzling your cheek like a cat. “I need the woman I love by my side, always.”

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— TAKE IT OFF, LEAVE IT ON | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: what happens behind closed doors

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, trophy wife!reader, ceo!kuroo, light dom/sub themes, mirror sex, fingering, blowjob, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, dirty talk, praise, teasing, body worship, they’re two saps in love >:((((

-> wc: 3.8k

-> a/n: the saga continues

-> series masterlist

Once the front door clicks shut, Kuroo smothers you with his tall frame.

Kisses blend together, from your mouth to your cheeks, to your jaw and your throat and back again. Warm lips drag a little roughly over every bare inch of your skin, leaving behind wet little trails as you stumble towards the stairs, wrapped in his arms. His tongue is in your mouth curving up to stroke at the roof of it, a deep groan vibrating in his chest when you softly suck on the wet muscle. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he gasps, parting from you briefly. “Hold on tight.”

In one smooth motion, Kuroo hoists you into his arms bridal style. Automatically, you cling to his neck, fingers sinking into his dark hair as you lean in to paint his neck in crimson kisses. Hurrying up the stairs to your bedroom, he almost stumbles when he reaches the top due to one particularly cheeky nip to his pulse.

“Careful,” you hum as he catches himself, the bob of his throat heavy and warm against your smudged lips.

“Don’t distract me while I’m carrying precious cargo,” he says, nudging the door open with his foot and kicking it closed behind him.

“I wasn’t trying to distract you.” He carries you over to your large bed, gently placing you on the edge of the mattress before he kicks his polished shoes off and sinks to his knees before you. 

“It’s cute that you think I don’t know how that pretty little brain works.”

Just as he’d helped you into your shoes (that were hurting your feet right now, in all honesty) Kuroo delicately pulls them off, fingers dancing on your skin as he loosens the ties and slips them off your feet. Gently, he rubs at your ankles and the soles of your feet in turn before he sets them on the plush carpet, pressing soft kisses to your sore ankles. 

But he doesn’t let go.

His hands follow the familiar path up your calves to your thighs, resting firmly on the warm flesh hidden under swathes of silk. Peeking up at you, he grins, craning up to kiss you once more. You capture his face between your hands, licking into his mouth as he tries to press closer. 

“Let’s get that dress off you, hm?” he murmurs, lips brushing softly against yours as he speaks.

“Please.”

Kuroo stands and offers you his hand, reeling you in flush against his chest. You brace yourself by resting your palms on his pectoral muscles, sliding them up to unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie. You can feel the heat of his palms through the fabric of your dress, warm on your hips where he squeezes before they roam up in search of the zip holding the garment together. He pauses once he finds it.

“I almost don’t wanna take it off,” he hums, fiddling with the tiny piece of metal between his fingers. “It looks so fucking good on you. I can’t decide.”

“Don’t you wanna see if I'm wearing your gift underneath?” you ask coyly, trailing your index finger down the centre of his chest.

“I do,” he breathes, tugging it down a little, making a soft buzz as it travels down your back a few inches. He huffs  “God, this is the most difficult decision I’ve ever had to make, I hope you know that.” Your answering giggle makes his scowl deepen, but the zip continues its reluctant journey down the planes of your spine. “It physically pains me that I’m taking this dress off you.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. 

“I am not,” he says petulantly, your back now exposed to the warm air of your bedroom. He splays his fingers over your spine, feeling the bumpy ridges of it when he pulls you closer, the lacy fabric of his gift soft under his fingertips. “But at least I get this as compensation.”

Extracting yourself from his embrace, you allow the supple material to slip off your torso, pushing it over your hips and letting it pool at your feet like a puddle of fresh blood. Kuroo groans, cursing under his breath at the ‘compensation’ you offer him so generously. 

“I thought you wanted the dress to stay on?” you coo, reaching out to tilt his chin up. You cluck your teeth disapprovingly. “It’s rude to stare, Tetsu.”

“Fuck the dress, what dress?” he says breathily, half in a haze as he takes your hand away, too busy raking his eyes over your barely clothed body. You don’t blame him - it’s a beautiful set. It compliments your skin tone beautifully, perfectly hugging all the hills and valleys that make up your body. Your tits are nestled prettily in the bra, framed by soft lace and sheer fabric that does almost nothing to shield your perked nipples from his greedy eyes. The matching underwear also leaves little to his imagination and Kuroo didn’t know he could love the colour red any more tonight. “You’re definitely gonna kill me.”

“You literally set yourself up for this,” you snicker. The look in his eyes, overflowing with need and raw hunger, makes your stomach flutter, any possible thoughts of being insecure washing away. It’s truly devastating that he can make you feel so sexy with just one glance.

“Give me a spin,” he says. Lifting your linked hands above your head, you twirl on the spot, earning you a low wolf whistle that makes your cheeks go warm as he tugs you back towards him. “Shit, I could eat you whole.”

“Why don’t you?” 

“Maybe I will.”

Just as he smirks and slants down to kiss you again, you jolt in his arms, wriggling out of them as though scalded. “Wait! I forgot to take my jewellery off!”

Kuroo sighs, following you into your dressing room as you hurriedly take out your earrings. The clasp on your necklace, however, gives you some trouble. Familiar hands brush your fumbling ones away gently, pushing your hair from your nape to bare it to him. “Let me.” 

You watch your reflections in the mirror as he unhooks the clasp. It’s large, the way you’d wanted back when you designed your home together. It covers around a third of the wall perpendicular to your dressing table, twice as tall as it is wide with a golden gilded frame. 

“Have you got it?”

“Yep,” he says, carefully taking it away from your decolletage and dropping it in the still-open velvet box it was stored in. He feathers a kiss at your nape, settling his arms around your waist, thumbing at the skin between your belly button and the waistband of your underwear. Dipping his thumb beneath the elastic, his kisses travel to your shoulder as he holds you flush against his front so that you can feel the stirring of his cock still trapped in his trousers. Teasingly, you wiggle your ass back against him, a soft hum reverberating in your throat when his other hand palms one of your thinly veiled tits.

“Don’t go tearing anything,” you hum, letting your head loll back against his shoulder with a sigh. His hands are always so gentle and warm, always touching you tenderly, reverently. It makes you melt in his hold.

“Not this time,” he agrees, nipping at your earlobe and grinning. Your fingers snake into his hair, scratching his scalp gently as you both fall silent for a moment whilst Kuroo peppers your skin aimlessly with his love. But his hands quickly grow restless, roaming lower, squeezing firmer, until you’re squirming into his touch, trying to chase those languid fingers.

“I hope you don’t plan on just looking at me tonight,” you huff, spreading your legs a little to lure his fingers down to your aching core.

“I do, actually.” He chuckles, pecking your cheek when you glare at him through the mirror, lips tickling your ear as he whispers. “Don’t give me that look baby, you’re gonna make my cock even harder.”

His words make your skin feel hot, his fingers disappearing deeper into your underwear until the tips find your clit, wet and pert. “Do something about it then,” you gasp, swallowing the whimper that rises up the back of your throat. 

“Right here?” Grasping your cheeks gently, he tilts your head to meet your reflection, cooing in a teasing manner. “In front of the mirror? You wanna see what I see? Well in that case-”

He relinquishes his hold on you for just a moment, pulling out the chair tucked under your dressing table and placing it a few feet away from the mirror. It’s just big enough for one person, so he seats himself and spreads his thighs, patting one invitingly. “-come take a seat, princess.”

Biting back a smile, you settle on his lap. Immediately, his hands find home on your legs, manoeuvring them to arc over his so that he can hold you open without the use of his hands.

“That’s better,” he says, stroking the soft skin of your inner thighs. “Comfy?”

“For now,” you smile, turning your head to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“You’ll forget all about it once you’re cumming around my fingers,” he teases, licking your lips playfully. With his chin perched on your shoulder, he pulls the gusset of your panties to the side. Eyes glued to the strings of arousal that web between your flesh and the fabric, he hisses appreciatively. “Fuck, you’re so wet, sweetheart. Hold this for me.”

Taking your hand, he guides you into keeping the fabric tucked out of the way so that you’re vulnerable to his dexterous hands. 

Spreading you wide with his thumbs, he croons in your ear. “Look at you, your pussy’s drooling all for me.” Lightly, he grazes his forefinger over your clit, watching you twitch under his simple touch. “You want me to touch you there?” he murmurs, stroking it again, grinning when you clutch at his forearm and suck in a shaky breath. “Or here?”

Drifting down, his finger circles your entrance, refusing to dip inside your warmth. “Tetsu,” you whisper, desperate for his hands to move with more purpose, completely ignoring his questions.

“I want you to watch. Keep your eyes right here.” He sinks in his finger down to the first knuckle, letting you clench around it before he pulls it away. He repeats the action, fucking you shallowly with the tip of his finger, the opposite hand flitting around your clit. “I want you to see how you take me. First my fingers and then my cock. That sound good?”

Nodding, your hips buck up in search of more pressure, to suck his fingers in deeper, but he just chuckles and pulls away to press his wet finger against your lower lip. Your jaw loosens as you part your mouth to welcome it in, meeting his darkened, almost glowing eyes in the mirror as you suck on it. Fighting back a grimace at the flavour that invades your tongue, you make every effort to lick his skin clean and wet it with your saliva. 

“Eyes down, baby,” he says, dragging his spit-soaked finger out and over your plump lip, your eyes following the path he traces down your chin, then your windpipe, the centre of your sternum and belly until he finally returns to your core, dripping with your arousal. Your skin burns, half with embarrassment, half with need.

“Don’t tease,” you whine quietly, wearing a cute little frown. “Been waiting for this all evening.”

“All evening, yeah? What a coincidence. So have I,” he murmurs, mercifully plunging two fingers inside you. The two of you watch how your cunt stretches around them and sucks them in, the soft shimmer of your juices clinging to your butterflied flesh, quiet moans escaping you both at the erotic display. It’s hypnotic, watching him like this, rather than just feeling what he does to you with those gorgeous hands. Seeing him knuckles deep in you, occasionally daring to glance at his handsome face as he coos and praises you, makes you feel even wetter. Your heavy gazes meet in the mirror and you clench around him with a desperate mewl.

“Look at the pretty faces you make,” he whispers breathlessly as your lips part in an ‘o’ when he rubs your clit a little more firmly, your brows knitting together. You squirm in his lap, hips jerking as he pushes you towards your peak. His fingers gather speed, squelching in and out of you obscenely. “Look at how beautiful you are when you’re about to cum.”

“Fuck! I-”

Your face contorts as your orgasm sweeps over you, lips parted, body arching away from his torso, thighs trembling from being held open, a loud amalgamation of curses and moans falling freely from your lips. “That’s it, oh you’re squeezing my fingers so tight baby, fuck.”

Kuroo kisses you softly as euphoria dims and fades and your panting slows into deep breaths, rubbing soothingly at your thighs.

“Can you do something for me?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to hollow beneath your ear once your breathing returns to normal.

“What is it?”

“Undress me.”

Shifting to kneel on the floor, you hold his gaze steady as you reach up to his tie, loosening the red silk until the knot unravels. Tossing it aside, you trail your fingers delicately over his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing under your fingertips when he swallows. Smudges of red in the shape of your lips stain his skin, stark against the pristine white collar of his shirt. You undo the rest of his buttons, smoothing your palms over his torso reverently. 

“Y’know, I could look at you all night too.” You bite back a grin as you graze your fingers over his nipples, giggling when he jerks a little in surprise. “All smart and sexy. All mine.”

His shirt slips off his broad shoulders, revealing the smooth skin of his toned biceps and his narrow waist that dips down into his inky black trousers. 

It’s moments like these where Kuroo falls silent, unable to find the retort that usually sits ready on his tongue. How can he say anything, when you look at him with such raw, unfiltered love that he feels naked even though he’s still half dressed? You’re the only person who could ever make him feel like this, wanted and loved,  with just a glance - like he’s more than just a suit and a winning smile.

Patting his thigh twice signals for him to stand. Your hands go to his belt, unbuckling it before unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. The black fabric is worked off his narrow hips before you peel them away from his strong thighs. Once he’s stepped out of them and he's left in just his black boxers, you peek up at him with an impish smile, settling your palm over the bulge straining against the cotton. Gently, you squeeze, earning a hiss from the man before you.

“Easy,” he says, stroking your cheek. Nuzzling into his touch, you squeeze again and this time, he groans quietly. “Who’s teasin’ now?”

“It’s just a little payback for making me wait,” you say innocently, tugging his boxers down. “Now sit.” His cock bounces a little once it’s free, already stiff and leaking precum from the tip. Licking your lips, you dip your head and drag your mouth over his thighs, sucking at the unblemished inner skin, marring it with lipstick and love. Your kisses climb slowly as he pushes your hair back, cradling your skull in his hand whilst you take your time spoiling him. 

Pulling back, you lazily run a single finger up his cock, from root to tip, tapping thoughtfully at the head. With a hum, you pillow your cheek on his thigh and bat your lashes up at him.

“Is it my turn to get you to watch now?”

Kuroo smirks, scratching gently at your scalp. “If that’s what you want me to do.”

“Okay,” you smile, circling the head of his cock with your finger. Your husband exhales softly, eyes still rapt on yours as you echo his requests from moments before. “No looking at me. Eyes up, Tetsu.”

“This feels bizarre,” he says honestly, cocking his head to the side as he observes his own reflection, his lower half concealed by your kneeling body. You snort, glancing behind you.

“I know,” you say, leaning forward to press a kiss to his tip with a resounding smack of your lips. You lave his cock in wet kisses, down his shaft and up again, transferring what little pigment remains on your stained mouth. 

“You’re pretty from behind too,” he teases, groaning when he looks down to see you suckling on the tip of his cock, your lips parted around it. 

“What did I say?” you pout, pulling off to glare up at him.

“Okay, okay, ok-ah! Shit!”

Your eyes crinkle at the corners as you suddenly slip him into your mouth, amused by his reaction. There’s pink bleeding over his cheeks and ears, blooming over his chest as you bob your head, letting your saliva pool under your tongue and drip down his sizable shaft. The slurping noises coming from your mouth are at complete odds with your innocent humming as you take him further down your throat, relaxing your muscles the way you’ve taught yourself to do for him over the years.

“Slow down,” he pants, his grip in your hair tightening as his head lolls to the side and he curses under his breath. Drool soaks your lips and chin, dripping heavily down his length when you pull off to take a few steadying breaths of air, blinking away the tears that have gathered in your waterline. Your hand replaces your mouth, slowly stroking him as he struggles to compose himself. He tilts your head back, watching you with dark eyes and a heaving chest. “Red was the perfect choice for you. Little demon.”

Giggling, you roll your eyes, surging back in again, lower this time. Your tongue pokes out to lap delicately at his balls, his hitched breath spurring you on to engulf one into your mouth. Your cheeks hollow as you suck on it, still squeezing his cock in your fist before you release it with a pop and a devilish little grin, offering the same treatment to the other. You can tell he’s close from the way his abs flex, the light sheen of sweat that coats his skin and of course, the salacious noises that he can’t seem to contain.

“You gonna cum?” you ask, rubbing your thighs together at the deep moan that slips from his lips. He grunts affirmatively, his fingers flexing, unable to grasp anything to ground himself. Weak to the beauty of your husband on the brink of falling apart, you give in and tug off your soiled underwear, slowing the slide of your hand on his cock. He almost whines when you let go completely so that you can move to straddle him, guiding his slick length to slip inside your pulsing cunt. You both groan in unison as you come together, until he’s buried to the hilt, stretching you magnificently. He pressed his forehead to your sternum, fogging your skin with his heavy breaths. “Then cum inside me.”

Rocking your hips in a grinding motion, you reaccustom yourself to the fullness in your lower abdomen, his cock throbbing heavily inside you. You loop your arms around his neck as he clutches you tightly, his grip near bruising. “You feel amazing. So amazing,” he breathes, pressing kisses to the valley between your breasts. His hands knead at your ass before finding your hips that rise and fall slowly, massaging his cock with your hot, velvety cunt. 

“So do you,” you gasp, letting your head fall back a bit as he kisses his way up your throat before finding your lips. Fingers dig into the soft give of your hips as he gathers his wits enough to guide your motions until he’s bouncing you in his lap. The sound of skin slapping skin rends the air, the cacophony of your moans and desperate panting joining the fray.

For the briefest moment, Kuroo’s hazy vision settles on the mirror and your sweaty bodies caught within. He catches a glimpse of how your cunt splits open to swallow his cock, of the glossy mess gathering where you meet, how your flesh ripples with every movement. So he grits his teeth and takes it upon himself to fuck you harder, lifting you up and down his cock with his own strength, until your nails sink into the skin of his back and you’re mewling for release. 

He’s babbling on about love and devotion and all the things that make your heart so full it hurts, but you’re too lost in the way your clit grazes his pelvis to let it sink in. “You’ve got no idea what you fuckin’ do to me,” he grunts, shifting an arms to wrap around your waist as the other finds your swollen little clit. 

It doesn’t take much longer, a few more thrusts and clumsy circles on your clit and you’re the first to let go, keening into his mouth shameless as your pussy constricts around him. He’s quick to follow, stilling as he cums inside you, filling you with thick warmth that makes you whine softly. You’re both breathless, chests heaving together as you slowly recover, Kuroo’s cock softening inside you, though he makes no move to pull out. A cottony feeling fills your bones, leaving you limp and pliant as you flop against his chest, snuggling against his bare skin. 

“Love you,” you mumble, tiredly kissing his heartbeat.

“Love you too,” he whispers, his lips brushing over your hair as his pulse slows. “My pretty baby. Let me look at you.”

“Stop,” you giggle, leaning back to see him wearing a gooey, lovesick expression.

“No way,” he grins, peppering your face with soft, ticklish kisses that make you laugh and squirm in his lap. “Never.”

With his nose tucked against his cheek and your lips at your ear, you shift your hips a little and whisper. “Carry me.”

“Where to, my lady?”

“Bathroom,” you hum, before a cheeky grin crawls over your cheeks. “Or bedroom. You can pick.”

“Bedroom it is,” he chuckles, kissing your cheek as he stands with you in his arms in one swift movement. “You wouldn’t give me the option if you didn’t want more. Horny demon.”

“Not true!” you scoff and he cackles at the affronted yet flustered expression you wear. 

“Is so.”

“It isn’t.”

“Yes it is,” he whispers, biting the fat of your cheek affectionately. “You’re so transparent.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” you say mockingly, sticking your tongue at him. He responds by nipping it lightly. 

“Nope. I wouldn’t be a very good husband if it did.”

omg what dilf is kuroo tetsuro

DILF! KUROO is cheeky. everyone knows you're his partner, after all he proposed right on the court. makes you wear his jerseys when he's playing games with old highschool friends, ensuring you get the vip treatment whenever you go. the type to give your ass a teasing little pat in passing when he gets the chance, or to whisper how "can't wait to bend you over my desk later". definitely a tease, he just loves hearing you whine and beg for him. wears a lot of suits/ formal wear. lets you help him tie his tie in the mornings even when he can do it himself. also loves gagging you with it in his office when you're being too loud for his liking whoopsies

DILF ME UP!

HQ Boys Trying to Put a Baby in You

+genre. nsfw

+warnings. well obviously baby-making, creampies, talks of getting pregnant, bodily fluids, smut

Atsumu is committed.

Day and night he complies with your wish, having you any and everywhere he seems content with.

Whether that means fucking you on your bed, legs wrapped around him while he pounds into you, or if it means having you someplace else; like an empty locker room after a game, Atsumu is up for it all.

Personally though, you have to admit that the moments after a game are your favorite. It’s when everything is so raw and alive and the crowd has barely stopped screaming Atsumu’s name before he’s dragging you off to an empty locker room.

It’s there that Atsumu fucks you, bending you over and holding you against the lockers. You can barely think straight as he pours every emotion he has into you, letting you feel his excitement, his anger, or even his eagerness to fulfill your wishes.

On and off the court he’s so determined, and it shows when you’re pregnant less than a month after you start trying.

Non-stop fucking will do that to you though, but much to Atsumu’s pleasure the fun doesn’t have to stop there. After all, he’s already knocked you up, which means he has nine more months of you all to himself. And believe me, he’s going to savor every second of it.

-

Sakusa thought it was funny at first. Then, he’s eager.

In a way, he thought you were kidding when you told him you wanted him to put a baby in you. Like okay — he could do that, sure.

Kyoomi has always given you what you wanted, but it seems this time he underestimated how much you really wanted this. And quickly, he begins to realize that you’re not messing around.

You’re on him every chance you get, jumping his bones after practice, before practice, or any other time Sakusa doesn’t find himself busy.

You’re on him and more often that not you’re riding him, taking control of your desires which shocks the hell out of Kyoomi.

He’s used to being the one in control. He’s used to being the relentless one, but he most certainly can’t say he doesn’t like it whenever you straddle him, sinking yourself down on his cock and pleasuring the both of you until you’re nothing but blubbering messes.

Sakusa can’t say he has any complaints at all.

And in fact, he’ll start practicing less, leaving games a little earlier than usual, all just to rush home to you and have you in any ways he can.

As long as it takes, he’ll be there. With open arms, and an eager cock.

-

Kuroo can’t think of anything else. He’s literally fucked dumb.

No matter where he is, the thought of last night’s endeavors are always playing in his mind; every moan, every touch captivating his attention and it’s bad.

It’s gotten to the point where the only thing Kuroo can form a coherent thought about is your pussy. He thinks about how good you always feel wrapped around him when he’s in meetings.

He thinks about the way you squeeze him whenever you’re so close to cumming, and the way you seem to milk him for everything thing he’s worth, every time.

Kuroo’s not sure how long he can keep up with your request, simply because he’s getting overwhelmed. He craves nothing but you, wants to come home to nothing except you with your legs spread open.

And more often that not, that’s exactly what he comes home too. And as much as Kuroo knows it’s gonna overtake him, as much as he knows that your pussy is gonna suck him down a rabbit hole of desire; he still can’t resist sinking his cock into you every time, always wondering if this will be the day you officially ruin him.

-

Bokuto is insatiable.

He’s desperate to fulfill your every need, wanting to do it all for you and this is no different.

Bokuto’s only mission is to give you what you want, and if his baby wants her pussy filled every night then who is he to deny it?

In fact, he’s right there with you and before you can even blink, buried inside you to the hilt.

The feeling of his heavy balls slapping against you is one that you will always welcome, knowing that it’s your job, your duty to milk him for everything’s he’s worth. After all, that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted him to fill you up until there was no possible way you weren’t pregnant.

You wanted him to fuck you like your life depended on it, and so you told him that. And so he delivered.

Every chance he gets, Bokuto makes a mess of you on his cock, cumming into your womb again and again.

It got to the point where he was overstimulating himself, but he didn’t care. He had a one track mind when it came to you and besides, Koutaro could never resist making you happy. And if his cock could do that, then you better believe he’s going to be buried in your cunt any chance he got.

Fucking you over and over until he was sure his princess got everything she wanted.

hq | how they jack off

with kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, iwaizumi, saeko, and kageyama.

summary: hq characters and their masturbation habits

warnings: NSFW content, fem!reader, male and female masturbation, mentions of rough sex, mentions of oral sex (male and female receiving), phone sex, anal play, bruising, light dom/sub dynamics here and there, many many mentions of tits and ass, mention of fingering

A/N - i rewatched haikyuu and these fuckers starting screwing around in my brain again like they owned the place so here’s what came of that. happy reading, expect more of this crap soon lmao

Kuroo Tetsurō

filthy with it

needs his hand slick—with lube, lotion, spit. whatever’s closest.

he’s rough. rubs himself ragged and sweats through his sheets

grunts and groans, mutters your name here and there

usually goes multiple rounds

That’s it—fuck, baby,” Kuroo rasped, pumping his length in his cum-coated fingers. He’d already finished twice to the thought of his cock in your pretty mouth.

His sheets were damp beneath him and the salty tang of sweat clouded the air, but he didn’t give a damn. All he could think about was you. Your deft hands. Your lips, slick with drool. Your glassy eyes staring up at him as he fucked his cockhead down your throat. He groaned at the image, tightening his sticky fingers around his shaft. 

“Like that,” he muttered, wishing it was really you. Because despite the lewd glide of his palm, the puddles of cum crusting on his abdomen, this was nowhere as obscene as the real thing: your wanton whines and moans, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin. God, he wanted to mess you up—make you feel just as dirty as he felt right now. No matter how many times he’d already seen it, he craved to watch you fall apart beneath him again. 

Bokuto Kōtarō

desperate

god, bokuto doesn’t even like masturbating—the feeling’s nowhere near what it’s like to be with you 

but when bokuto needs it, he needs it bad

he’s loud: gasping moans and vulgar, noisy thrusts into his palm

fists his sheets as if he’s grabbing at your skin

He hated that he was doing it—it felt wrong, felt like betrayal. He didn’t want anyone but you to make him feel good. Fuck, it wasn’t like his hand felt nearly as good as the tight grip of your cunt anyways.

But he couldn’t help it, could he? Not after he’d seen that cute little selfie you sent him. 

He whined, squeezing his cock in one hand and his phone in the other as he stared at picture—at your soft, pretty smile and flushed cheeks, and lower…the white tank you’d chosen to wear for the day’s heat. It was just slightly damp at the collar; beads of sweat pooled in the hollow of your throat. He’d twitched in his pants when he caught that, images of you slick and sweaty beneath him clouding his mind. “Darlin’,” he moaned when he noticed the way the shirt hugged your tits. Shit, he wanted—no, needed that body in his hands, that body he called absolutely perfect no matter how much you disagreed. His fingers slid up and down his shaft, faster and faster, as he squeezed his eyes shut and imagined bucking up into you. He wanted those perky tits bouncing in front of his face, your needy whines filling his ears, your grabby hands winding their way into his hair—

“Fuck,” he breathed, halting his motions and staring at the phone in his hand. He had an idea. 

And before he knew it, Bokuto was hitting the Video Call button and positioning himself in front of the camera. 

Oikawa Tōru

usually a bitchy top, oikawa gets so subby when you’re not around 

he knows you like being tossed around, so he’s always given you that—happily so

but tōru’s never met your dominant side, the one that’d love to replace the desperate fingers he’s got in his ass with a nice, meaty strap-on

or ride his cock till he was begging you to stop

so he keeps those fantasies a secret for now. 

but, oh, he’s a slutty mfer. edges himself and whines your name. dirty talks into his pillow like he’s being filmed

“Please—please, baby, wanna cum—fuck, please let me cum—” 

On his elbows and knees, Oikawa shoved his face into the mattress, bucking his hips into his hand. Drool dribbled from his parted lips as he fucked his fist, imagining it was you. His back arched beautifully—if you were there, you’d have a perfect view of the little buttplug in his ass. 

“Need…you,” he whimpered, wiping the drool with his other hand. “Need that cunt—please.” God, he sounded like a bitch. He wanted you to say so, to degrade him like the whore he knew he was. “Aw, Tōru. You’re a dirty thing, aren’t you.”  He keened, imagining that kind of filth tumble from your rosy lips. And, burying his face back into his sheets, Oikawa came.

Iwaizumi Hajime

big BURLY man but he looks so pretty spread out on his couch, thick cock in hand

usually ends up doing it after working out; the testosterone’s flowing and all that 

a groaner. dark and low, iwa growls your name

flips through dirty pics of you on his phone while doing it

uses spit as lube. he’s a frugal man—doesn’t like spending money on something nice when something shitty does the job

spit’s quicker anyway. he’s eager when he needs release.

It was all he could think of the minute he got home from the gym: your pert little ass in front of him as he pounded into you from behind. God, he was pervy. He was disgusting for wanting you like this, every goddamn time after a good lift. 

But, fucking hell. He needed to cum. 

Dumping his bag on the floor, yanking out his phone, Iwa slumped down onto the couch—not even making it to his bedroom. In seconds, his cock was in his hand and his phone was open to the photos you’d taken the last time you fucked. You: in doggy, his seed smeared across your asscheeks and leaking from your hole. His handprints and his hickies all over your skin. 

“Pretty girl,” Iwa snarled, tilting his head back and thumbing the precum dribbling from his tip. He spat obscenely in one hand, grasping his shaft and pumping it up and down, up and down, nice and slow. 

“That’s it, babygirl,” he groaned, seeing your bare skin behind squeezed-shut eyes, envisioning himself groping your flesh. “Take it—fuck—take it all.”

Tanaka Saeko

fuck me up mama

LOUD by nature—she’s grunty and whiny, she groans and she gasps. 

buries her face in her pillowcase to keep it quiet 

used to invest generously in lube, but fuck, she doesn’t need it anymore. she gets wet enough at the thought of you: slick and pliant beneath her

sends you dirty audio recordings sometimes, of herself saying all the scummy, kinky things she knows get you going 

“Oh, darling I wanna taste that cunt again,” Saeko growled into her phone, hoping the mic picked up the lewd sound of her fingers at work in the gaps between the words. She was going at it—slipping them in and out, rubbing her puffy clit, whining at the feeling. 

“Fuck, I miss you,” she panted, “Miss havin’ you on my tongue.” She was babbling now—groaning nonsense about all the filthy things she wanted to do to you. “Wanna leave my mark all over you, sweet girl—hickies on your thighs, on those tits—fuck.” 

She whimpered, the image of your perfect breasts swimming behind her eyes. She remembered the last time you’d been intimate together: the dark, red and purple splotches she’d left all over your chest, your neck, your waist. Saeko knew they wouldn’t have faded yet. You were still walking around, marred with the evidence of her. She clenched around her fingers at the thought. “God, wanna…ruin you, babe,” she whined, picking up her pace. “Need everyone to know…you’re mine.”

Kageyama Tobio

ashamed of the act. does it in the shower to feel less gross

since meeting you, kageyama’s far better about communicating his needs: sexual or otherwise. but years of repression are hard to unlearn, and he reverts to his old ways sometimes. his masturbation habits are a prime example of this 

he’s terrified of asking you for too much. it feels wrong to want you as much as he does—as often as he does. he’s convinced you’ll think him perverted if he admits to it

so he settles for fixing his problems himself, under warm water and in clench-jawed silence

bites down on a knuckle to keep his sounds at bay, but…sometimes?

sometimes, he whimpers. 

The water was tepid, but liquid heat was bleeding through Kageyama’s veins. He squeezed his length in one soapy hand, gliding his fingers up and down . His other hand was clasped prettily over his mouth. 

Because he couldn’t let you hear him.

You were right outside the bathroom—stretched out lazily on his bed, reading something on your computer. God, you hadn’t been trying to seduce him, he knew that. But seeing you in those plush little lounge shorts, in that tight, worn t-shirt that hugged your braless tits…oh, fuck. He’d mumbled something about needing to shower and then ran the hell out of there. 

And now: he felt so depraved. Sudsy water streamed down his tense muscles as he worked his cock, rutting his hips into his hand. He shouldn’t want you like this; you were clever and soft and you deserved more than the vulgar way he kept groaning your name. “Baby,” he whined softly, envisioning the gentle curve of your breasts in that godforsaken shirt. He wanted to tear the damn thing off you, grab each tit in his hands, tweak your pert nipples, and bury his face right in between—

“Fuck,” he mewled. Loudly. 

“Tobio?” your voice called from the other room. 

Shit, Kageyama thought. Shit, shit, shit. But it was fine, right? You were locked out of the bathroom. You couldn’t see him like this.  

But then, in horror, Kageyama watched the doorknob turn. His blood ran cold as he realized: he’d forgotten to lock the door. 

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one — whose sheets

checkmate! — kuroo ? sakusa ? osamu ? iwaizumi ?

your ex, your roommate, or that frat boy you've been hooking up with—who's it gonna be? and who the fuck is this other guy and why does he have your number and why is he kinda hot?

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word count. 1.6k content. rough unprotected sex, use of pet names

In hindsight, you probably shouldn’t have answered the phone when he called. And you probably shouldn’t have agreed when he said he wanted to “talk” at 9 PM on a Saturday night. And you probably shouldn’t have gone to his apartment, wearing his favorite set underneath the red dress you just “happened to be wearing” before bed. And you probably shouldn’t have kissed him back… and let him lead you to his bedroom… and believed him when he said “just the tip.”

Oh well. Hindsight is 20/20. How were you supposed to know you’d end up on all fours on his bedroom floor, right in front of his full-length mirror, watching yourself get railed into next week?

“So fucking needy,” he groans as you push your hips back to meet his brutal thrusts. He cups your ass in his hands and squeezes before smacking it as he continues to abuse your pussy. “Missed me that much?”

A particularly deep thrust makes you collapse onto your forearms, a scream ripping from your throat. You just know you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. “T-Tetsu,” you manage to mutter, “so rough.”

“Yeah?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “How ‘bout this?” He pushes himself all the way inside of you, balls deep and you can feel it. “That still rough?”

You press your face into the crook of your arm to try and stifle the moan you let out. “Fuck!” you exclaim, tears beginning to slip from your eyes. “I-I can’t.”

He just chuckles. “You can,” he says, hand coming to grip your hair. He yanks you up until your ear is right beside his mouth, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “And you will.”

Kuroo starts to suck at your neck, undoubtedly leaving marks that you’ll have to cover up for days. But you can’t seem to bring yourself to care with just how good you’re feeling.

You open your eyes and find your reflection staring back at you. Your entire body is held up by the tight grip Kuroo has on your hair, tits bouncing as his cock drills into your sore cunt. You can see the slick basically dripping from between your legs and onto the varnished wood floors. Your makeup—because of course you wore makeup—is all messed up, lipstick smeared and mascara running.

“Like what you see?” he teases when he catches you watching yourself in the mirror. “Like when I fuck you up?” His tip kisses your cervix and you throw your head back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. “Like when I use you like this, huh? Just a little fucktoy I use to make me feel good?”

“Tetsu!” you scream when he lets go of your hair and your entire body falls forward. The impact makes your arms sting and you let out a sob, face pressed against the floor.

A harsh spank lands on your ass. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“I-I don’t—”

“Don’t lie,” he warns, smacking your thigh. “You like it when I fuck you like this. You like it when I treat you like the slut you are.”

You whine at the filthy words spilling from him. “Tetsu.”

Then, everything stops. His cock is buried deep inside you, but he isn’t moving. Your walls throb around his length, desperate for some kind of relief. You try to move your hips to get some of the friction back but he grabs your waist, palms digging into your skin.

“Say it.”

You cry into the palm of your hand, aching for him to keep fucking you the way you want him to. “I like it,” you say. “I like it when you use me like a fucktoy.”

Your eyes flit over to the mirror and you catch the self-satisfied grin on his lips.

“See?” he says. “That wasn’t so hard.”

And he’s back into gear, making your pussy weep as his cock drives in and out of you, more like a wild beast than a man.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tighten at the return of his merciless thrusts and you ball your hands into fists, looking for something to grip, something to keep you grounded.

“You close?” Kuroo asks. He groans as you squeeze his length. “You think you can come for me?”

You nod, moaning as he seems to pound you harder and faster than before. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” you chant, the pleasure reaching an excruciating height. “Tetsu!”

He reaches and rubs your clit. “You gonna come?”

“Yes!”

“Then fucking come, sweetheart.”

Your whole body trembles as you reach your high. It hits you like a train, coming at you almost violently. You melt into the floor, moaning like a pornstar as Kuroo drills you through your orgasm.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you and he pulls your limp body up, arm coming around your chest, hand gripping one of your tits. Your eyes are barely open, but you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, completely fucked out as Kuroo uses you to chase his release.

He thrusts into you one last time and stills, groaning as he spills into your aching cunt. He holds you up for a moment as he comes down from his high before pressing a kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“Still such a good fuck.” He chuckles, pulling out of you and slowly letting you go. “Look.”

You fall back on all fours and stare at the mirror, just as he told you to. You see a mix of both of your cum slide out from between your legs and form a pool on the ground, a completely debauched image. You let out a moan at both the sight and the feeling of the liquid spilling out of you.

Kuroo sits on his haunches and pats your butt. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You squint your eyes at him through the mirror and frown. “Are you gonna fuck me again in the shower.”

He just shrugs. “Probably.”

You walk—more like wobble—your way into your apartment, quietly placing your keys in the bowl by the door. You bend over (and regret it the moment you feel the sting in your thighs) and take your shoes off slowly, like that will somehow keep you from making any sounds.

“Rough night?”

You stand up straight with a sheepish smile on your face. “Hi, Kiki.”

Sakusa rolls his eyes at the nickname. He’s leaning against his bedroom’s door frame, dressed in an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants, clearly planned to be asleep hours ago but isn’t. “You didn’t tell me you were leaving,” he tells you. “And it’s not that I care about what you do, but you know your mom would have my head if anything happened to you.”

“Sorry,” you say shyly. “I was safe though. In one sense of the word.”

He raises a brow. “Got railed?”

“Twice,” you say, holding two fingers up and wriggling them. 

The boy scoffs in disbelief but you can tell he’s amused. “The frat guy again?”

You laugh nervously.

He narrows his eyes.

You avoid his gaze.

“Are you kidding?” He groans. “I thought you said you were over him.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a weak bitch,” you say, putting your shoes away and sliding your slippers on. “And he’s got a big dick.”

You walk—wobble—to the kitchen and your roommate follows after you, clearly more invested in your love life than he would like to be. Just another perk of living with you.

You sit down at the table and beam at him. “Do we still have that cookie dough I made?”

“You mean the cookie dough you gave up on making halfway and I had to finish?” he asks, already making his way to the fridge because he just knows you’re going to ask him to get it. “Yeah, we still have some.”

Sakusa pulls the tub out of the fridge and grabs two spoons from the drawer. He sits across from you and opens the container, handing you a spoon.

“Best roomie ever, Kiki, I’m telling you,” you say, scooping some of the cookie dough and popping your spoon into your mouth.

“I’m not gonna be your ‘roomie’ for much longer if you keep calling me that.”

“You like it.”

He gives you the finger as he takes a bite of the cookie dough. “I’m telling your mom.”

“Well, I’m telling your mom that you stole my fucking tea.”

“Tea that you bought with my money.”

You gasp dramatically. “Whatever happened to ‘what’s yours is mine?’”

“I think that only applies if you’re married.”

“Oh, that’s an easy fix.” You bat your eyelashes at him. “Will you marry me, Kiki?”

He waves a hand. “Pass.”

You kick him under the table, wincing when the sudden movement reminds your body of what you’ve just put it through. “Fuck.” You plant your face on the table. “I was supposed to go to a party tomorrow.”

Sakusa snickers. “Should’ve thought of that before you fucked your ex.”

You glare at him, kicking him again despite the pain. “Don’t call him that.”

“Is he not your ex?”

You make a face. “He’s a… guy that I used to date.”

“That you somehow continue to fuck,” he adds.

“It’s not like that!”

He throws his hands up. “I’m not judging,” he says. “But I totally am.”

“Fuck you.”

“Pass.”

You kick him again. “One day, you’re gonna wake up completely bald.”

He smiles, sticking his spoon back in his mouth. “Not if you wake up bald first.”

notes. let the mess commence!!!!!

AS A NEIGHBOUR (who is as lonely as i) | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: kuroo swings by after another the disastrous date

-> cw: SFW, neighbours!au, kuroo and reader are both middle aged, dilf!kuroo

-> wc: 1.6k

-> a/n: none

-> series masterlist

You sniffle loudly as you blow your nose again, dabbing at the tears still flowing freely down your face. Tonight was a disaster. There has to be something wrong with you. Why else would all the dates you’ve been on end so badly? At first you put it down to bad luck, that the men you’ve been seeing, although around your own age, are just as childish as any younger man, lacking any real intentions to settle down with a partner. At this stage in your life, you haven’t got the time or the energy for games. But just because you don’t take shit, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you fail, over and over and over. 

Maybe your standards are just too high. Maybe you really are ‘past your prime’, as much as you detest the idea. Maybe men are just less inclined to treat you properly because there are much prettier women out there. There has to be some truth to it, otherwise you would’ve found at least one man to seriously date after all this time. There must be a reason for all of this. Truth be told, you’re tired of trying, exhausted even. After all, there’s only so much loneliness one person can stand, and you think you’re starting to hit your limit.

Just as you rise from your couch to go and wash off your ruined makeup, there’s a knock at your door. A quick glance at the clock tells you that it is precisely 11pm. With a sigh, you trudge towards the front door to answer it, looking like a picture of misery. Who could be visiting you at this hour?

“Oh, it’s you,” you blurt out in surprise. “It’s a bit late for you isn’t it?”

“Please, I’m not that old yet,” Kuroo chuckles goodnaturedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. “I just wanted to check up on you and see how your date went.” He pauses, quickly scanning your features. “Though I can probably guess the answer.”

“Shitty,” you huff, stepping aside to let him in. “Really fucking shitty.”

“Yikes.”

“I should be used to it by now, considering,” you gesture vaguely with your hand and he offers you a sympathetic smile. 

“Tell you what, how about you go and take your makeup off and get comfy, while I make us some tea and you can tell me all about how shitty it was, yeah?”

You heave a sigh and nod sullenly. “Okay.”

Besides getting involved with awful men, you’re also neighbours with the most wonderful one you’ve ever met. Kuroo Tetsuro. When you moved into the apartment next to his, he had popped over to welcome you with a broad, charming smile and a helping hand. As he helped you move your belongings into your apartment and unpack a few of the heavier things, you learned that he had a daughter who had recently moved out and that he was also divorced.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have a tiny crush on this man. But that’s all it is - a tiny, harmless crush on a man who is probably still in love with his ex-wife, if the way he speaks so fondly about her is anything to go by. So you’ve resolved to be friends with him, this handsome, funny, exactly-your-type man, who you don’t stand a chance with - hence the string of bad dates.

A few moments later, your face is clean of makeup and you’re warm in a set of soft pyjamas as you pad out into the living room on socked feet. Kuroo is waiting on the sofa with one foot tucked under his thighs and two mugs of steaming tea on the coffee table before him. The sight of him so comfortable in your home makes your shoulders sag. If only you could come home to this everyday.

Quietly, you sit beside him, leaving a respectable gap between your bodies as you lean forward and pluck your mug from the table, taking a short, soothing sip. Your body relaxes back into the cushions and you hum in appreciation.

“Thank you, Kuroo.”

“It’s what any good friend would do,” he says smoothly, taking his own mug. “So, tell me what happened.”

“There isn’t much to tell. He started making rude comments about how I look and ‘the things I can improve on’ and then he launched into this fucking lecture about dieting and procedures and I just-” Tears fill your eyes again as your date’s words play through your mind. “I left as soon as he went to get the bill.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, patting your thigh consolingly. “He’s a fucking dickhead. Show me a picture, I bet he looked like a thumb.”

You giggle wetly at that and nod, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand on you. “He did!” you agree, pulling out your phone and showing him the man in question. Kuroo’s features scrunch in disgust as his eyes flit between you and your phone and back again.

“As my daughter would say - Girl, why?” he asks and you laugh and sniffle all at the same time. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur after your laughter does down. Kuroo’s voice is soft as he angles his body towards yours. “Why do you date these clowns?”

“Honestly? I’m just tired of being alone.” His thumb rubs soothingly at your thigh as you wipe at your wet cheeks. “What if it’s not them, Kuroo? What if I’m the problem? What if I just- I don’t deserve to find love?”

Before you can fall apart, he swiftly takes your mug, sets it down alongside his own and then pulls you into his arms to hold you together. He smooths his hand rhythmically up and down the length of your spine as he gently shushes you, letting you soak the shoulder of his t-shirt with your tears. The way he cradles you, so tenderly and gently, makes you cry harder because this is all you want, this is all you’ve ever asked for - and you’re convinced it can never be yours. 

“Don’t you dare say that about yourself again, okay?” he murmurs into your hair. “You’re perfect and you deserve the kind of person who can see that. Someone who’ll cherish you and take care of you and love you the way you need.”

“No one will see that,” you mumble. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not,” he insists. Gently, he pushes you back by the shoulders, tipping your chin up to meet his earnest gaze, “I mean it. I see it.”

You scoff and shake your head. “How can you see something that isn’t there? Look at me, I’m the furthest thing from perfect there’s ever been!”

“I am looking,” he says firmly. “And you couldn’t be more wrong.”

His hand curving around your cheek shuts you up and you forget how to breathe for a second. It strikes you all over again how handsome he is - tousled salt and pepper hair, molten copper eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles that heartstopping smile. He must have been a sight to behold in his youth if this is how he looks in his forties.

“But-”

“I think at this point, I might as well throw my own hat into the ring,” he says. “If you’ll take it, that is.”

“What the heck do you mean by that?” you sniffle, eyes glassy as you fight every cell in your body to not lean into his touch.

“I mean that I would like the chance to prove you wrong.” He brushes away a stray tear as he speaks. “I’d like to be the next, and hopefully the last one, to take you out on a date.”

“What?” you ask, blinking at him in bewilderment. “Hold on.” The hand on your face is very distracting, so you reach up and gently peel it off your cheek, settling it in your lap - you can’t find a good enough reason to let go. “You wanna take me out?”

“Is there anyone else here?” he chuckles, squeezing your hand. 

“Why?”

“Because,” he grins crookedly. “I’m an absolute sucker for pretty neighbours.”

“I don’t believe you,” you say, squinting at him suspiciously.

“Maybe you can believe that I’m tired of being alone too. I’m tired of coming home to an empty apartment when the person I want is literally a door away. I’m tired of pretending that it doesn’t piss me off to see you go out with all these other men who just waste your time.”

“Are you sure you don’t have the wrong neighbour?” Your voice wobbles as your waterline refills itself with emotion. 

“I’m quite sure that the elderly couple living on the other side aren’t looking for a third person.” Kuroo cocks his head to the side and smiles softly when you giggle. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage of you when you’re vulnerable, so you don’t have to answer me right away. But if you would like to go out with me, just say the word when you’re ready and I’ll be there.”

“You wouldn’t take advantage of me, though,” you say quietly, playing with his fingers. “I know you’re not like that. You’re a good man.”

“Debatable,” he grins, bringing your joined hands to his lips and brushing a feathery kiss over your knuckles. Your chest flutters, like an apprehensive little hummingbird, unsure about taking flight. 

“Come back tomorrow at 6,” you decide, giving in to the hope that’s started to glow through the cracks of your heart. “I’ll be ready with my answer then.”

-> tags: @tetzoro @pastelle-rabbit @shidouryusm @petriquors @utahimeow @kuroosexuall @sookisaurus @dienamights

dividers by @/cafekitsune

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ match my freak !!

ᝰ.ᐟ the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)

featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA

your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.

you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines — scratches — running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning 🤍" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...

well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.

"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.

he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.

when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.

tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA

haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)

he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.

atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.

"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.

in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.

"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"

he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.

"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."

your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.

౨ৎ TETSUROU KUROO

the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you — the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."

you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal — this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.

"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.

but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.

"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.

with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.

"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.

he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."

you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.

and he's going to give it to you.

౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?

he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.

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"mmph — 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.

even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.

he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.

"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."

౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA

everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?

he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"

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"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.

"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.

"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.

"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.

"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"

tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?

as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.

౨ৎ RINTAROU SUNA

your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. suna—

suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.

you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable 🤍

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anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.

because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love — and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.

your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.

your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.

"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.