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Pairing. Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader (end game), sakusa kiyoomi x reader

Genre. Fluff, Angst, Dad! Haikyuu

Warnings. terrible communication, you have a child, y/n and ushijima are both in the wrong, mentions of loss of virginity, smut*

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CHAPTER LIST~

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three

four

five

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seven

eight

nine

final

︴𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙮-𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚

dad! ushijima x reader

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

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

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it's a very slow day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you can nap."

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

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

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

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

" cu cu"

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

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

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

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

"you're like Spider-Man"

"you think so?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you sigh, "waka, honey?"

"already on it, love"

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

"still sleepy?"

"yeah..."

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

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

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

omg stella if you’re still doing the dilf asks what do you think about dilf wakatoshi? ^-^

DILF! WAKATOSHI is intimidating. someone his size exudes an aura that usually leaves most people staying out of his way, but despite his gruff exterior he's got the softest of spots for you. you've got that entire man wrapper around your little finger and he knows it, he indulges in it. he's at your beck and call. holds all your bags when the two of you are out shopping, lets you parade around in every outfit you bought while he praises how pretty the pieces look. always caves when you beg him oh so sweetly to relieve the ache between your legs in one of the dressing rooms. so, so big but also so patient when you take him. "such a good girl, such a good pussy taking all of me" deep groans and low rumbles of praise, his hands can basically span over each one of your asscheeks that's how big they are. adores it when you ride him, reverse or not, he gets to see your pretty face and the way your pretty cunt stretches to take him and cream around him — it's a win win <3

DILF ME UP!

BACK WITH THE HEADCANONS CAUSE I'M FUCKING HORNY ‼️💥💥💥💥 ushijima version cuz this guy has a chokehold on me btw it's 4 am lmfao and i haven't slept 😁

i like to think he speaks polish when he's close 😍😝

100 STAMINA BRO GOODLUCK ‼️💪 he can literally go thru 6 rounds and not shed a single sweat

he likes seeing the size diff between you and him

will fuck you in public places, either the bathroom or dressing room ( h&m 😍😍 )

so good when it comes to aftercare

he loooooves it when you suck him off, just seeing your eyes looking up at him while sucking his dick MHNNMMM 😝😝‼️‼️‼️

crazy pussy/ass eater, he'll prolly make you cum the fastest way

will bring you to his vb game and after it he'll fuck you in the locker room

he plays with ur nipples and bites your neck when close

ppplEEEEEASE ‼️😢 just give me one chance to literally fuck this guy m on my knees

[baby fever] ft. ushijima wakatoshi

wc: 400

iwaizumi | atsumu | osamu | sakusa

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You’re standing outside the gym where the Olympics team is practicing when you see Iwaizumi walk by, hand in hand with a clumsily waddling toddler. Iwaizumi nods at you and the toddler waves a chubby arm at you. You giggle and wave back. 

“Did you want to wait inside?” Iwaizumi asks. 

You’re about to decline when the toddler tugs on your fingers. 

“Come in?” he asks. 

You agree, letting him lead you by his grip around your ring finger and pinky. Inside the gym, Iwaizumi asks you to watch his son as he finishes up with the team. The child quickly settles into your lap, his babbling trailing off as he dozes away. You’re fiddling with a loose thread in his little sweater when Wakatoshi comes up behind you, freshly showered. He greets you with a brief kiss on the head and sits quietly next to you when he sees the sleeping kid in your arms. 

“Who’s this?” 

“Iwaizumi’s son,” you respond distractedly.

Ushijima stares intently at you as you gently rock the small child in your arms. He continues to watch in silence as you double-knot his shoelaces, straighten the sleeves on his sweater, and swat away the drool at the corner of his open mouth. He notices when you laugh quietly at his little snores.

His eyes are still on you when you finally look up at him. 

“What,” you laugh. “What are you looking at?” 

Before he can answer, Iwaizumi comes to relieve you of childcare duties. He thanks you and you assure him that his son was wonderful. 

“You’re in a good mood,” Ushijima states. 

You only smile at him, swinging your clasped hands in wide arcs and skipping a bit. 

Later that night, with your back nestled into his broad chest, he rubs a warm, large palm on your tummy. The gesture is innocent and gentle, but the circles get slowly wider. 

“You like kids, huh?” As he talks, the palm slides up to cup your breasts. 

“Is that what this is about?” 

“What do you think,” he asks, hands not stopping. “About having kids.” 

You push him onto his back and roll on top of his chest, eye to eye with him. He gazes at you lovingly and you’ll never get tired of it. 

“I want a girl,” you say. “I really want to see your big muscly arms holding a pink blanket with our little daughter in it.”

He gives you a confused look, “if that’s what you want.” 

He flips the two of you over, hands back on your body. 

“What are you doing!” you laugh. 

“Starting now,” he says simply, as his hands continue their trail down your body.

Leave your mark on me

Pairing: Alpha! Ushijima Wakatoshi x f!Omega!Reader Summary: (Y/N) and Ushijima grew up with each other. (Y/N) isn‘t a fan of the whole Alpha/ Omega society, which often enrages Ushijima (little miss (Y/N), often gets herself in trouble with other alphas). Both Omegas and Alphas have to get injections to keep them from going into heat/ rut. Due to a missed appointment, (Y/N) is going into heat, but don‘t worry, Ushi is obviously there to help hehe. Warnings: smut, slight mentioning of blood (> after marking)

A low growl escaped his lips as he read your text message.

Ushijima has told you plenty of times not to come over to the boys dormitories, knowing how some of the other alphas could act towards an omega. But you just never listened to him. He was sure that it was because of your attitude towards the whole society.

His brows furrowed as you didn‘t show up, letting him wonder where you were. 

She should be here already, Anger and worry seemed to take over.

He let out a groan as he exited his room, noting how your scent lingered in the air. However, it was different than usual. 

Ushijima knew that something was off, picking up his pace he rushed towards the source of the scent. As he came around the corner, he noted a couple of alpha‘s surrounding a small material room. 

The scent that radiated off of him was enough to scare them away, watching how they quickly hurried away, he walked up to the door. 

„(Y/N),“ he called, his voice sounded low, „it‘s me,“

„U-Ushijima,“ you groaned.

„(Y/N), open the door,“ he demanded, „are you hurt?“

„I‘ll break the door open,“ he said as he didn‘t get a response.

However, the door quickly flung open.

You were babbling incoherently as your heat got the best of you.

„(Y/N),“ he leaned down, „are you-,“

Your scent was too much to handle, „are you in heat?“

Your eyes locked, giving him a good view of your face.

Your pupils were blown, skin glistening while a subtle pink dusk was set on your cheeks.

„Shit,“ he cursed, „come here,“ 

He picked you up, rushing back to his dorm, he tried his best to ignore the slick that was running down your legs and onto his hand.

“I-It‘s too hot,“ you muttered, feeling like your skin was burning.

„Sssh, it‘s alright,“ he said with a soft voice as he entered his room.

Ushijima kicked the door shut before he carefully sat you down onto his bed.

„(Y/N),“ he tried to get your attention.

He reached his arm out, cupping your cheek, „(Y/N),“

„Hm,“ you looked at him with half lidded eyes.

„(Y/N),“ he said, his voice sounding commanding „let me be your alpha,“

„W-what,“ you looked at him with big eyes.

You wanted to press your legs together, hiding your slick covered thighs from Ushijima. But your body has long made the decision of taking him as your alpha. Hence why you spread them, letting the alpha see your most intimate part. 

He clenched his jaw as he tried to contain himself.

„I will be yours,“ he said, “and you‘ll be mine, Omega,“

You averted your gaze for a second before locking eyes with him. You nodded your head reluctantly.

„Say it, Omega,“ he said.

You were engulfed by his scent, feeling your slick pool in your underwear.

„Just say it, and I‘ll help you,“ Ushijima demanded.

You watched him with narrowed eyes as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek. His calloused thumb brushed over your skin. It felt comforting and yet his touch felt like it was burning.

„T-take me, alpha,“ you whined, giving into your heat.

That was all the alpha needed to hear. Ushijima closed the distance between the two of you, clashing his lips against yours. 

Oh, how many time‘s he‘d imagined to kiss you - to devour you. 

He kissed you hungrily, a low growl rumbled in his chest as he wanted more now that he finally had his omega.

The one he always wanted to have. 

„A-alpha,“ you whimpered, tugging at his clothes as you wanted to feel his skin against yours.

He swiftly removed his clothes discarding them onto the floor. Your lips parted as a shaky breath spilled over your lips once your eyes fixed on his large cock. 

He moved to his previous spot, leaning in for another feverish kiss before he forced his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues were battling each other before he dominated yours. 

Before you could realize it your shirt was torn into two pieces, its buttons flying across the room. 

He couldn‘t get enough of you. He knew that you were seemingly in heat, but why was he so out of it.

Ushijima wondered if it‘s because you finally surrendered to an alpha - to him. 

He pushed you back against his bed, his wide frame making your legs spread before you wrapped them around his hips.

You were grinding against him, needing to feel some kind of friction. His cock pressed against your wanting heat, evoking a soft moan from you. Only the thin fabric of your underwear was separating you.

Ushijima‘s large hands were hiking up your skirt, pushing it up to your waist.

You needed him just as much as he needed you. He couldn‘t contain himself as he saw you in such a state. 

Although he loved the sight in front of him, he cound‘t watch his omega suffer.

„Alpha,“ you moaned into the kiss, „I need more,“

His chest vibrated as a he growled against your lips. He parted from you, fixing his gaze on your soaked underwear. 

„These are in the way,“ he said, hooking his fingers into the soft fabric of your panties before ripping them apart. 

He pushed two digits into your cunt, feeling your slick coat his fingers. You threw your head back against the pillow, finally having something inside of you. 

However, satisfaction didn‘t last for long as you needed more.

„M-more,“ you pleaded.

Ushijima used the slick on his fingers to coat his hard length before he aligned his cock with your entrance. He slowly sheathed himself into you, watching your face contort in pleasure. 

Your gaze met his as he filled you up, feeling how his tip hit against your cervix. Although he was huge, he just filled you up perfectly. Like his cock was made just for you - for your pleasure.

Ushijima thrusted carefully into you a couple of times. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his wide shoulders.

A low moan escaped his lips as he felt your slick gush out, coating his cock before it trickled down onto his balls. 

He rested his forehead against yours, feeling his hot breath hit against your skin as he spoke. 

„I wanted you for such a long time, omega,“

„A-alpha,“ your brain was incapable of forming any words as it was filled with lust. 

His lips trailed down to your neck, where his lips brushed over your sensitive skin.

He parted slightly, watching down at you with hungry eyes.

The pace of his thrusts picked up, being more rough than before.

His hands were tightly holding onto your hips to keep you in place as he pounded into your wet cunt. You felt the knot tighten inside of you as you were getting closer to your edge. 

„C-close,“ 

„Cum all over my cock, omega,“ he commanded.

His forehead was glistening, noting how a bead of sweat trickled down on his temple. 

It took only a couple of thrusts before your orgasm crashed over you, turning you into a trembling mess.

„Just like that,“ he praised, his voice low. 

Ushijima wasn‘t done with you.

Instead of stopping, he picked his pace up, drilling himself into you as you were putty in his hands.

Your nails dug into his skin as you held on for dear life. The sharp sting spurring him on.

He placed a couple of kisses on your neck before his teeth lightly grazed over your skin, making you shiver beneath him.

He wanted to bite down into your flesh, marking you as his. But uncertainty washed over him since you were in no way or shape in the right mind - or at least so he thought. 

Your orgasm seemed to lower the effects of your heat. 

„M-mark me, if anyone, I- I want you to be my alpha,“ your voice was shaky as you replied in between moans and whimpers.

He groaned against your skin. 

Ushijima let his teeth rake over your scent glands before he bit down, his teeth sinking into your skin. You whimpered, but the pain just added to the pleasure you were feeling.

The act of marking you seemed to be enough for him as he was nearing his edge. He kept his teeth in your skin as he literally fucked your brain out, filling the room with the lewd sounds that spilled over your lips. All he could think about was the fact that you‘re finally his, belonging to him and only him. 

He bit down even harder as his orgasm washed over him, growling against your skin. His rough and unsteady thrusts pushed you over the edge for a second time, letting you come together with your alpha.

Your insides were painted white as he filled you up to the brim before his knot swole and tied you together.

He snaked his arm between you and the mattress, carefully maneuvering the two of you so you‘d be laying on top.

Your head was resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

You turned your head towards Ushijima, locking eyes with him, „I really do want you to be my alpha,“ 

His lips tugged into a soft smile as he brought his hand to your face, „I will always take care of you, my omega,“

Ushijima has taken care of you for as long as you could remember. Ever since you befriended him when you were a little kid. You knew that you were safe with him, allowing yourself to surrender to him.

He felt proud to be the only alpha you‘d ever get involved with.

You slowly drifted off as exhaustion washed over you. Ushijima hugged you tightly as he laid there happily. 

By the next morning everyone knew that (Y/N), finally had an alpha and that it was none other than Ushijima himself.

Alpha Ushijima // Feral

Since you all went crazy for the last alpha ushi here's another one 👀🤍 Purely smut tho. Hope you enjoy! (っ'-')╮=͟͟͞͞💌

Ushijima's thick, hard cock feels like heaven, when he thrusts inside your hot and sticky cunt. He's going absolutely feral whenever you lay beneath him, trembling and all sweaty due to your intense heat. It fueled a fire inside him, a fire he can't extinguish without fucking his pups deep inside your belly. Pearls of sweat dripping down his chin due to him helping you through your heat for the nth time today. "Legs up, omega." You tried but you were trembling and just too weak. "I can't. I'm sorry I-" He grunts in annoyance and swings your legs on his broad shoulders, your ass hovering a few inches over the warm and wet sheets, so he can reach as deep as possible inside you, his grip on your legs definitely bruising. You could feel his leaking, red tip pushing against your contracting uterus as your slick coated his thick cock, got pushed out by his relentless thrusts, running along his prominant veins, down his heavy balls. "Gonna... NGHHHNGH I'LL DEFINITELY GET. YOU. PREGNANT."

A few low growls ripping from his throat due to your slick, sore walls tightening around him, he again remembered you, why you needed him so much. He fucked you like no one else could. Your vision blurry you felt his knot building up inside you, before he filled your womb to the limit, almost pushing himself out. You were just too full; full of his pups. Panting he collapsed on top of your fucked out, weak body. Your legs still involuntarily kicking out, before he kissed you deeply, so proud how well you did. "Alpha." "What is it?" "Thank you..." You blushed, looking away a little embarrassed. "Hm. You're very welcome."

bull!ushijima x f!bodied reader NSFW

a/n: hi! i’m eden, i’m new, please tell me what you think of my work! -eden<3

cw/tw: breeding, hybrid!ushijima, biting, hickies

hybrid human petting zoos are rare, but not unheard of. most petting zoos have bunny boys and girls, sheep boys and girls, goat boys and girls, and just about any other common, small, and harmless farm animal that you would see at a normal petting zoo. however, the petting zoo you volunteered at had the most beautiful bull boy you have ever seen.

his name is ushijima, he has shiny brown hair, olive green eyes, and dull little horns on the top of his head just north of his floppy ears bearing a purple ear-tag. ushijima is incredible with the children, parents, and the few teenagers who come to the petting zoo. bending down from his towering height so they can pet his head and touch his horns. he takes the carrots and other fresh vegetables offered to him with the upmost caution, as to not nip any small fingers. ushijima even has some soft conversations with some children who ask him what it’s like to be so tall or if his horns ever get in the way. he has always been so gentle, an absolute sweetheart. ushijima was also rather fond of you. always rubbing his head on your hands or body, a content smile spreading across his face when you finally pet him. that’s why your heart broke when you heard the news about the petting zoo.

Seguir leyendo

Going into heat in-front of big alpha ushijima while you’re interviewing him for an article, and he has no choice but to help you out of course! And obviously this leads to his rut and all hell breaks loose 🫣

alpha! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! omega! reader | mdni | 725 words | omegaverse, knotting, rough sex, claiming, possessive language, i want to be claimed by ushi :(

you think it’s nerves at first. he’s big and intimidating, so serious as he sits opposite you, his answers thoughtful but concise. there are signs, you’re too aware of his scent, woody and warm and so overpowering. your thighs squeeze together, fidgeting in your chair more than you should. but then you feel that deep twist in your belly, the aching feeling of emptiness setting in. and you can see his face turn as well, jaw tight and eyes blown, his fingers dig into the arm rests. his voice is deeper than before when he speaks. 

it all happens so fast. he’s dragging you by the wrist, his grip almost painful. he looks almost broader. bigger as he shields you from the predatory stares of lesser alphas. but he promises to protect you, that you’ll be safe in his hotel room. and he lets you bury your face into his chest, warm and comforting. 

but it only makes that empty feeling grow and slick dribble down your thighs.

“i’m sorry, i’m s-so sorry.” you must look so pathetic, sniffling and pulling at the sleeve of his jacket. your words come out all wrong and jumbled when you try to explain that this shouldn’t be happening, it shouldn’t be happening.

he’s towering over you now, breathing heavy as he presses his body into yours. it’s not his fault, his instincts taking over, resolve wavering. the wooden door almost giving way to his strength as he holds it open for you. and he will leave, he will leave, he should leave.

he doesn’t leave. not when your little fingers twist into his shirt. when you plead for him to please, please not leave you alone. so he doesn’t. 

you lie beneath him, clothes half torn off and trembling. his hand wrapped around your jaw, holding your mouth open as he tastes you, a kiss so deep you almost choke on it. 

his hands are rough over your feverish skin, pushing you down into the mattress, pulling your thighs further apart. so soft, so sweet under his tongue, completely at his mercy. his nose pressed into your pulse point, he can feel your blood burning through your veins, how your heart quickens, and that smell. sweet and comforting, like you were made for him. 

the face you make when he pushes inside you, eyes crossed and pouting, delicate fingers digging into his biceps. and you feel the tears running down your cheeks, unsure of whether it’s the relief of finally feeling so, so perfectly stuffed full, or the pain of being stretched around the girth of his cock. 

he knows he shouldn’t do this. his tongue leaving over your neck, teeth bared and grazing over the column of your throat, itching to sink into your soft flesh. but he can’t pull himself away from you. he’s never had an omega so perfect, already boneless and teary eyed from a few shallow thrusts. 

wakatoshi wraps his hand around your neck, holding your face so that you have no other choice but to look at him. and he can watch you break as he snaps his hips harshly, the tip of his cock pressed into your cervix, picking up speed as he ruts into you. 

maybe he wants to have you forever.

“is this what you wanted, omega?” there’s a wild look in his eyes, pupils blown and black.

“y-yeah.” barely even coherent, a sound between a gasp and a sob. “yes.”

he can smell it on you, the devastating need to be claimed. it’s intoxicating. then there’s the sound of your squelching pussy, dripping with so much slick that it’s covering his lower abdomen, running down his thighs. 

clawing at this shoulder blades as your walls clamp around his length, sucking him in. he can feel how close you are, his cock throbs at the sound of you your moans devolving into shrill sobs as he pounds into you. 

“such a perfect little omega.” 

you feel his cock swell inside you, and finally, finally the ache turns into searing pleasure. 

“you’re mine.” his head falls back into the crook of your neck. “say it.”

maybe it’s how you cum so hard that your brain feels like mush, or the instinctual need to obey someone so overwhelming, but you say it. “‘m yours.”

then his teeth sink into your neck 

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⋆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.)

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

━━ ❝ it's sticky, toshi... ❞

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : you help ushijima finally realize that he's got a breeding kink

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...cw : u. wakatoshi x fem!reader, dirty talk, messy and wet, teasing, marathon sex, pet names, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy, ushijima can't stop cumming

ᯓ ❤₊‧⁺...lunar's note : haikyuu save me, save me ushijima wakatoshi, SAVE ME !! anyways hi i spent 150$ on ushijima merch yesterday and i don't regret it, so say hello to my haikyuu phase coming back !!!

ushijima having a breeding kink isn't a surprise to you at all.

what is surprising is how long it takes for him to figure it out.

sure, at first it wasn't clear, but after being with him for so long, you quickly pick up on whenever he'd mutter in your ear as he slid his stupidly big cock inside of you, saying how badly he wished he could cum inside of you instead in the condom.

afterwards, he's so focused on cleaning you up and making sure you felt good and satisfied, you don't get a chance to question him on it. not that you were complaining, ushijima is so cute when he's asking if you need anything and constantly reminds you to get up and go use the bathroom.

it's even cuter when he realizes you can't walk.

"ah. i'm sorry, i didn't realize how hard i went...here, let me help."

eventually, you to suggest things to ushijima, trying to test out the waters with him.

you start by just asking if he’d want to fuck you without the condom, what he thought about cumming inside, even jokingly saying you’d make him a dad one day.

but it seems like that last part was swimming around his head for a while...he can't get the thought of you getting chubby and round with his kid out of your head. and knowing he'd be able to take care of you all the time? that thought alone made him shiver a little.

what can he say, he loves doting on you more than anything.

however, you aren't expecting the way he reacted weeks after dealing with your teasing and questioning, fueling the thoughts swirling inside his head.

"toshi, if you ever cum inside me, you should set it as your phone background! actually, wait, no, because what if your teammates see it..."

"..."

"mm, maybe a video instead? ooh, yeah, i want a video of you cumming in me then pullin' out so i can see it spill out, toshtosh, would you do that f' me?"

he doesn't reply and doesn't give you a chance to comment again. the visual you painted in his mind just too much for him.

next thing you know, ushi's got you folded in half on the bed, making sure you feel every drag of his stupidly fat cock against your hot gummy walls. he's pulling out to just the tip before slamming back inside you, groaning each time you let out a whimper of his name or squeeze down on him.

"toshi, t-toshi! h-hoohmygod, please, baby, c-calm down, 'm sorry f' teasin', oh my goddd...!"

you're so fucking wet and noisy, he wants to make you be quiet because he feels like your going to make him cum too fast but he'd never ever do it as the thought of not being able to hear you is painful.

he's lost track of time, your cunt making him brainless as he pumps his cock in and out of you as he groans your name, one of his hands pinning your arms to your back while the other presses your head into the pillows.

"s-shhh, honey, let...let me make you feel good, y're so loud..."

it's so fucking messy and sloppy, his cum is dripping out of your tight pussy from how many times he’s emptied his load into you, but he still isn’t stopping, no, he can't. it’s leaking from between your thighs, leaving a milky white sheen on his dick, dripping down onto the bedsheets.

"m-mmh, nooo, toshi, don' wanna be quiet, i-i wan' you to hear how good you make me feel, baby," you purr between moans, knowing that your voice was enough to get him off. the throb of his dick inside of you told you that you were right.

“i...i thought 'bout fucking you like this all day, during practice…that i’d fuck you full of my cum, get it so deep inside you," he mutters with a grunt, moving his hands off you so he could drape himself over your back.

"f-fuck, everyone knew something was off, kageyama kept asking me if-if was okay, how 'm i 'posed to tell him my pretty little honey is waiting at home for me to fill them with my cum?”

with an affirming coo, you manage to tilt your head to the side to look over your shoulder, wanting to see how ushijima is holding up and god, the sight is so sinful.

ushijima's dripping in sweat, his bottom lip swollen and puffy from his teeth digging into it. his fluffy hair is messy and sticking to his damp forehead, and his eyes are shut, squeezing in pleasure when the head of his cock brushed against that sweet spot just right, making your cunt spasm around him.

but his eyes keep opening to see the mess between the both of you. each thrust causes his cum to spill out around him, loud, wet squelches filling the bedroom. and it's only fueling his need to fill you up again, and again, and again, until he can’t anymore.

ushijima can’t stop himself, flipping you over onto your back and folding you into a mating press and, god, he's so fucking happy he did. the way you sob his name, your nails clawing at his back as you cry in pleasure about how much deeper he is now driving him insane.

“t-toshi, cum in me, please, wanna make you a daddy, please.” “I know, baby, I’ll give you all of it, fuck you full of cum until you can’t take anymore.”

“i-i know, honey, i’ll give you all of it, stuff you full of cum until you can’t take anymore.”

fuck, he’s so loud, he sounds so good. ushi's deep, drawn out groans and pants of your name making you go dizzy, his big hands squeezing your waist tightly each time your hands tug at his hair.

“mm, fuck, that’s right, take all my cum, look at you, so good, can you take more? let...let me cum in you again, baby, you promised you’d make me a daddy, right? i-i need to make sure it sticks.”

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