Haikyuu

when i tell you that bokuto is impatient, i mean he is impatient. you'll be at your mutual friends' birthday party, and he'll come up to you and tug at your sleeve, telling your friends that he needs to borrow you for a second. you'll shrug at them and follow him, only to yelp when he yanks you into the bathroom and pins you against the door, locking it right after. you'll gasp when you feel the full weight of his body press against into yours, as he seems to melt into every curve and crevice. you'll have your hands against his chest, trying to push him off, to warn him that someone might hear, but your whimpers fall on deaf ears. he'll hold your wrists, nuzzling his nose against your ear, pleading with you to touch him.

'need you so badly, baby,' he'll groan, rutting his hips against yours. you'll gasp and move your hands to squeeze his shoulders once you feel his erection pressing against your clit ever so forcefully, unsure of whether you're now pulling him in or pushing him off. ‘take ‘em off,’ he’ll whimper, clawing at your shirt desperately, ‘please, baby.’ in a swift motion his fingers are unbuttoning your jeans as his lips begin an assault on your neck, leaving bruises for days, though they're simply overlapping the ones he left last night. you'll cry out once he slips a thick finger into the heat of your cunt, his other hand fumbling at his own jeans to undo the zipper.

'b-bo, please,' you'll moan, as he pushes in with a second finger, reaching up and curving forward, his thumb pressing over your clit. he'll pull his cock out, spreading his precum all over himself as he ruts into his hand. you'll gasp when he pulls his fingers out of you, only to yank your panties all the way down to your knees, and push into you in one motion. you'll bite into your hand to stifle a scream, as bo hooks one arm under your knee, lifting it up to allow him to press deeper, to fill you up with his thick, pulsing cock. you'll rise onto your tippy toes on your other foot, then rush forward to tackle his lips in a bruising kiss. he'll lose his balance and fall down — you following soon after — and you'll thank the heavens that the bathroom was spacey, and that he managed to miss hitting his head against the toilet bowl by about two inches. you'll jump on his cock desperately, nails digging into the skin of his tummy, before leaning down again to fuck his mouth with your own. he'll groan so desperately, so painfully, before flipping you over and pressing one of your legs upwards, thigh against your stomach, rutting into you ruthlessly.

its messy and so, so dirty, the two of you dancing across the bathroom floor, your arms flailing as you search for something to anchor yourself to. you'll gasp and muffle a scream when you feel teeth bite on your nipple, not even realizing that somewhere along the way, your shirt was torn right down the middle. eventually he'll bury his face in your tits and angle his hips upwards, as they seem to tremble and stutter almost painfully. his fat cock will shake violently inside of you as he comes, hard. you'll feel some of his cum try to squeeze out, clearly impossible since you're so tightly suctioned onto him, his cock being the very thing that molded your sweet pussy.

then he'll open his eyes and watch you for a sweet moment, before continuing his assault, his hips slamming straight into you. you're once again being pushed up the bathroom floor, your back sliding as you pull him against you and scream into his neck, wrapping your legs around him. he'll pick you up and sit back on his heels, yanking your hips down to meet his every thrust. when you feel your climax approaching, you'll grab the back on his head and shove it onto your breast, and needing no further indicator, he'll latch onto your nipple and bite, pulling and kneading as you bite into the plush skin between his neck and shoulder, shaking and trembling as it hits you, back arching and thighs squeezing.

everyone avoids eye contact once you two finally find your way out of the bathroom, and bokuto simply takes it as an invitation to drag you to the car and back home, where he plans to pump some more of his cum into his babies little pussy.

“I just saw the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.”

Iwaizumi's face scrunches in confusion and indignation on the other side of the call.

"Princess, with all due respect, what the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, looking around subtly to see if people around were hearing his half-harsh words.

"Not only he's gorgeous, but he's super pretty too. Ugh, his eyes! I could stare at them forever."

"Y/n, I swear to God, if you're talking about an anime character again..."

"No, Haji, he's a real man, he's like three meters away from me right now- Oh God, he just flexed his jaw, I think I might die from his hotness."

Hajime’s blood was boiling inside. Why the hell would you call your boyfriend to talk about some other guy’s looks?! Was he not attractive enough? Was he lacking something?

“Sheesh, this man has muscles, I mean, his arm? Maybe I should take a picture of his biceps.”

“Y/n, can you sto-”

“He’s wearing a tight polo shirt and sweats, maybe he just got out of the gym?”

Wait a minute.

“What did you say about his eyes?”

“Oh, his eyes.” You sigh dreamily. “So green and so pretty. Oh, he’s smiling now. Haji, he has the most beautiful smile ever.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. He could be a model if he wanted to. Do you think I should get his number? Though I doubt he’s single, it might be worth a try.”

“What about me?”

“Sorry, Haji, but this man is so freaking pretty, I just can’t help it.”

“Do whatever you want, Y/n. I wish you and the pretty boy all the happiness in the world.”

“Thank you, Hajime. Farewell.”

Iwaizumi ends the call and slips his phone in his pocket. After a few seconds he feels someone tapping his shoulder.

“Can I help you?”

“Sorry, I was standing there and I just could help but notice how handsome you are.” You smile smugly at him.

“Oh, thank you, you don’t look that bad either.”

You pout at his words and he has to hold himself back not to kiss the tiny space between your furrowed eyebrows. You slap his chest but he doesn’t budge, instead a light chuckle escapes his lips.

“You’re no fun, Haji.”

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, giving you a kiss on your forehead while you make yourself comfortable against his chest.

“You need to stop these pranks, I never fall.”

“You almost fell, I could hear your anger in your voice.” He looks to the side, annoyed.

“You called me and started talking about some other guy of course I would be angry.”

“No need to worry, Haji, like I said, you’re the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.” Your arms lock around his neck to bring him down, you pamper his lips with quick pecks, causing him to chuckle. “My Pretty Boy.”

fucks you to sleep whenever you get antsy. he grabs your hips, pushing them against the mattress as your stomach is pressed against the sheets and you hug the pillow. he guides his thick cock over you hole, brushing over your clit to tease you as you hear his sexually frustrated grunts. you call his name, begging for him to put it in. “i know, babygirl i got you,” he slowly stretched you out, already pulsing around him and while your pussy takes inch after inch he lowered himself so that his broad chest is pressed against your back. your eyes are half shut, your mouth is open, drooling onto the pillow as he starts thrusting. he heard your unfiltered moans, whimpering as he touched every sensitive spot of your gummy walls. “more, please” you asked so nicely, he couldn’t resist. he starting fucking into you, basking in your screams of pleasure, pressing kisses on your neck and shoulder, even bitting down on your soft skin. “taking my dick so well, pretty girl, you gonna cream around my cock, yeah?” he asked while continually praising you, “you’re gonna be my good girl, aren’t you? gonna take all my cum too? fuck.” he can feel himself getting close the way your walks spasm, warning him that you’re going to cum. it only takes a few more deep strokes of his dick to send you over the edge, with him trailing behind not too long after. he stays inside you for an extra minute, after shooting his hot cum, gently pressing a line of kisses from your mid back to temple. “sweet dreams princess,” he cooes, seeing you’ve called to sleep.

notes: just some soft ushi for my own heart (1.5k words)

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you're given an opportunity that leaves ushijima solo-parenting for a week, he misses you but the time with his children is precious

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— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟; 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬!𝐀𝐔; 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚*𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

— 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟖𝐤

"Two lines", Kyoutani says and sinks down to the floor next to you, uncomfortable silence following his statement as both of you stare at nothing in hopes of processing the current situation a little faster.

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THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact or I'll bite.

warnings: bimbo reader. oral (reader receiving), mentions of bimbo reader being a lil too easy to fuck <3

Iwaizumi heard a lot about you.

The pretty little thing, the one with a clueless gaze in her eyes, walking around the campus with your skimpy skirts and tight blouses, shining a dumb smile.

He heard a lot about you- how good you are is a common talk around the campus, boys can't hold their laughter when you pass by them, elbowing each other, to give courage to go up to you, you're so dumb, anyway, you won't give them a hard time. He's heard so many stories about you, how tight you are when you get slapped across your face, how pretty you look when you're choking on some cock, how easy it is to have you on your knees or your face pushed into a mattress.

But he wonders why he never heard anyone talk about how ruined you look when you're sitting on someone's face.

You get jealous about stupid things that he doesn’t understand, but he’ll never stop reassuring you, holding you close to him and telling u “i only replied to her story to say i like her shoes, i didn’t even use a heart emoji.” he replies to all of his friends stories, but if it upsets you, he’ll stop with certain people. he doesn’t understand you, but that never meant he can’t try to make you happy and trust in him. he doesn’t need to understand to know something upsets you.

he will never make you feel stupid at all, even if you are a little.

“look y/n, there’s a bunny on the left.”

“oh wow!”

you try desperately to remember your left and rights in time to see the bunny, head flipping from side to side, until toshi takes you face gently in his hands and tilts it to the left.

“there, love.”

he is so bimbo friendly it’s insane.

he knows you’re a bit more affectionate than he has ever been, but he quickly adapts. maybe he can’t cuddle for quiet as long as you want to every single day, but on those days where he can’t, he will place your legs over his lap when you’re hanging out on the sofa, or hold your hand and rub soft circles into the back of it. he will pat your head in public, and doesnt quite get why it makes you melt and beam the way you do, but would do it forever just to see you glowing like that again.

or rather, he didn’t understand, until you pat his head. now he’s totally got it. 100% on board. he now lowers his head sometimes just so you will pat it, stoic eyes still on you, blinking innocently.

and when u first start talking about having sex, and you tell him you don’t have any experience, he is more than helpful.

He shows you how to get him off, walking you through each step. he doesn’t expect you to know anything, which is the most comforting part.

“just wrap you hands around it and move them up and down. Like that. that’s -ah, that’s good.”

“You aren’t going to break me, a little tighter, faster maybe. perfect. Y-You’re doing well.”

when he finished, he hugs you tight and curls up with you on his bed.

“You did such a good job Y/N, i finished in no time.”

and when it’s your turn, he takes care of you so good. He holds your hand and rocks into you, kissing your forehead and wiping all other thoughts out of your head. he eats you out with such intensity, gripping your thighs and exhaling softly.

Ushijima doesn’t understand a lot about you, but he is still so very understanding.

pairing: post-time skip!Iwaizumi x f!reader warnings: language, unprotected sex, nsfw, 18+ word count: 1.1k summary: sneaking away with iwa at your wedding for a quickie a/n: i was listening to 34+35 and couldn’t get this out of my head so here ya go hehe also thanks for 80 followers<3

“This is ridiculous”, giggling, you smiled at Iwaizumi,

“Relax, everyone's too drunk at this point to notice we’re gone”, looking at you he rolled his eyes,

“I think someone is bound to notice that the bride and groom disappeared”, he said, sliding his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Well then we gotta be quick”, you said softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips,

“Or, we could just wait till we get to the hotel”, he mumbled against your lips, pulling away you shook your head,

He was getting on your last nerve.

Not only had it been over 72 hours since you had last seen him, but he hasn't picked up your calls either. Your husband, the famed volleyball player Ushijima Wakatoshi, was an absolute dolt.

You usually don't get worked up over not seeing your husband for days on end, as you know volleyball games require plenty of time to prepare for and play in. That wasn't your issue. Your issue was the fact that Toshi had not answered a single call or text since he left.

He had done this before. A few months after your wedding, Toshi had left for a training camp and his first game of the season 7 hours away from your home in Miyagi and was gone for an entire week. You had not been able to reach him that week; you ended up calling Hoshiumi just to make sure he was alive. You were so pissed at him, you didn't talk to him for five days when he came back, as that is how long it took for him to apologize and explain why he didn't answer his phone in the first place.

His reasoning? He shuts his phone off the entire time he goes off to play to avoid distractions.

You promptly reminded him that, as his wife, you are no distraction and that you would never purposefully interrupt him knowing how much volleyball means to him. He understood how you felt and said he learned from his mistakes. But now, with it being his seventh game of the season, you would think he learned his lesson: when he goes off for trips longer than a day, he must answer his phone at least once to let you know he is okay.

Clearly, he forgot.

So now, you were pacing back and forth inside your house out of anxiety and anger, wondering if he was safe and, if he was, wondering why the hell he hasn't called you. Your pacing is interrupted by the front door being unlocked, and you quickly scrambled to greet your idiotic husband from his trip.

"[Name]. I'm home." Ushijima called out as he took his shoes off at the entrance.

You stayed silent, seething internally at your husband's complete lack of awareness. He did the one damn thing you told him not to do. And you wanted payback.

Ushijima looked up at you after taking off his shoes.

"I'm home." He monotonously repeated.

"I see that. Care to explain why you haven't picked up any of my calls or answered any of my texts while you were gone for three whole days?" You said calmly, trying to not let your emotions get the best of you.

Ushijima tilted his head in confusion, pondering for a moment what you were on about. His eyes widened the slightest bit and his mouth opened to prepare for an apology, but you weren't having any of it.

"Save it. You can make it up to me by sitting in the office chair with only your boxers on and your hands behind the back of the chair. If a single word comes out of your mouth, I'm putting you on the couch." You sauntered off to your bedroom, planning to make him learn how serious you really were.

Ushijima knew how you got when you were angry, so he did as you asked. He was currently sat in the office you shared with him. All of his clothes were neatly discarded in a pile near the door and his hands were behind the back of the chair, just as you asked.

You soon entered the room and closed the door. It was obvious to Ushijima that you had traded in your simple pyjamas for one of his shirts--no bra underneath--and a pair of his favorite underwear on you. Your hair was pushed back to prevent it from getting in the way of you giving Ushijima the head of his life.

You wasted no time. After tying his hands together in the back, you fished a cock ring from your underboob and flashed it at your husband. You saw his breathing slowly build up and you could tell he was becoming hornier as every second passed.

You positioned yourself between his legs and began palming his dick through his boxers. You felt it get stiffer each time you pressed onto him, and it made you smirk at how easily he became hard. You pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out. You could feel his eyes on you as you flicked your tongue around the cock ring to moisten it.

His dick was twitching in anticipation, and you saw how two of the thick veins that lined the side of it were pulsing. His pink tip was already a bit slick with his precum, and you licked your lips as you saw it slowly drip down his shaft to his neatly trimmed bush.

You slid the cock ring down his length until it was snug against the base of his dick. You then glanced up at your husband to see how he was faring. His nostrils were slightly flared and his lips were agape. A slight blush coated his cheeks and you could hear a few pants escape his aroused body.

You were determined to make him beg for you to let him cum, and then, you were going to let him ram the fuck out of you to make him show how badly he wanted it--wanted you.

Your mouth blew cool air on the tip of his cock, and you watched as it twitched at the sudden interaction. You yourself were becoming a little impatient, so you decided to skip the teasing and get straight into the action. You steadily moved your head closer and closer to his cock, tricking him into thinking you were going to continue in teasing him.

A loud moan escaped Toshi's mouth out of shock as you engulfed his dick and started bobbing your head up and down. Your tongue was pressed flat against the underside of his cock, tracing along his veins as you fondled his balls with your unoccupied hand.

You could see how much he was struggling to keep his hips from bucking into the warmth of your mouth, so you decided to push him further. You removed your mouth from his dick and began jacking him off feverishly. You placed yourself on his lap as you did so, and you sucked and nibbled on his erect nipples. Your tongue moved all across his chest and neck, and you left bright hickies along his collarbone.

You scooted your clothed pussy to his cock and started to grind on it in sync with your hand. His dick was stimulating your clit, making you wetter by the second. You used your other hand to grab a fistful of Ushijima's hair, and you roughly made out with him.

At this point, he was so excited, he lost control and started to let his moans leak out of his mouth into your passionate kiss. You moaned with him, enjoying the control you had over your stupid husband. You recognized that he was close to cumming, and so, you promptly removed your body off of him. You saw his eyebrows crease in frustration and watched as his cock twitched violently at the loss of stimulation.

You looked at him expectantly. He knew exactly what you wanted to say, and in all honesty, he wanted to give in.

He wanted to feel your pussy grip his cock as he pounded into you, watching as you would lose yourself on his dick, begging for him to go faster. He wanted to see your tits bounce through the fabric of his shirt, with your nipples erect and poking through, trying to get his tongue to suck on them like he was starving.

With all these thoughts swimming through his head, he uttered out an apology.

"I'm sorry for forgetting about our agreement. It won't happen again, I promise. So, please, let me fuck the shit out of you."

That was all you needed to hear.

You took the cock ring off of Toshi and you untied his hands from behind the chair. You cleared the clutter off the desk in the office, and as soon as you finished, Ushijima picked you up and slammed you onto the desk. He pushed aside your soaked underwear and lined his cock up with your quivering pussy. He teasingly slid it up your slit, prodding your clit with his tip.

"I swear on my fuckin' life. If you don't fuck the shit out of me right now, I'm putting you on the couch for- Fuck!"

Your tirade was cut off by Toshi thrusting his length into you. He didn't let you adjust to his size as he rammed into you like a rabbit. Moans spilled out of both of your mouths as he penetrated deep into your cunt. Your breasts were bouncing furiously, taunting Ushijima. He lifted your body off the desk whilst still fucking you and began sucking on your nipples through the fabric of the shirt. The sensation of both the wetness and pressure of his tongue and the rough texture of the shirt left you in ecstasy.

You couldn't form coherent words or thoughts. Your mind was completely blank and you were only focused on the beating your pussy was taking from your husband's huge dick. The girth filled you up to the brim, and his tip was grazing all the right places. Your pussy would most definitely not recover from this fucking for a long while.

Ushijima was reaching his limit. He had been denied to cum once already, so he was desperate to reach his high this time. He wanted to cum so deep inside you. He wanted to see his seed spill out of you and onto your sexy ass thighs as you laid breathless on the desk. He wanted to lick you clean and then take a relaxing bath with you after. He wanted to do so much with you. He wanted you so bad. He loved you.

Ushijima pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach. He then lifted you onto his chest and impaled you on his cock. He than began to fuck you while standing up, jackhammering so hard into your pussy that you felt all feeling completely disappear from your legs. You looked down to see his dick going in and out of you at an amazing speed, and you felt yourself begin to twitch at the erotic sight.

Ushijima felt the way your pussy squeezed him and he knew you were close to cumming. He was, too, but he was able to hold out in order to make sure you came first.

You felt the build up in your stomach release, and your pussy soaked Ushijima's cock with your cum. Ushijima took this as a sign to chase his own release, and moved erratically. His thrusts became uneven strokes, but his power and speed stayed consistent. His moans increased in volume and you felt his cock twitch within you.

Ushijima thrusted three more times and slammed you down to bury himself into you, releasing his hot cum into you in thick spurts. After he finished, he pulled out of your sensitive cunt and set you back on the desk, watching as his cum decorated your body. He then got on his knees and moved his mouth closer to your messy pussy.

He licked your thighs clean first and then moved onto your hole, cleaning every crevice with care. He flicked your sensitive clit a few times and watched as your body jerked in response.

He stood up and carefully picked you up off the table, helping you stand on the ground. Your knees wobbled, and Ushijima hooked an arm under your arms and helped you walk to the bathroom.

You talked to him after having not spoke since you begged for him to fuck you senseless.

"Next time, don't test me." You weakly hoarsed out.

"Yeah, I hear you." Ushijima replied with a bit of sarcasm in his voice as he turned on the water for the tub.

You raised your eyebrow at his slight attitude, and he gave you a small smile in response.

"I hate you." You pouted as you took off your shirt and underwear and got into the water.

"Yeah, I hear you." Ushijima chuckled as he followed you into the tub from behind, wrapping his arms around you.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

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warnings: 18+, minors dni, face sitting

your embarrassment at his request is only lessened because of how hungry Tendou looks—even after fucking three loads into you—while kneeling between your legs on the bed, gaze dark and fixated on your sloppy cunt, on the way his cum is drooling and leaking out of you in rivulets. you’re not sure you can even move from how fucked out you feel, limbs heavy, chest heaving, hair sticking to your sweaty skin. 

“wanna see what i taste like,” is his only elaboration as he pulls you onto him, positioning you right above his face, nostrils flaring at the smell of your dripping pussy, depraved smirk curling wider on his lips, “wanna taste us.”

your forehead drops forward to rest against the window above his bed, the one facing the glittering nighttime lights of the city, the tip of the eiffel tower kissing the sky. it feels like a daze, how quickly the first few dates with this man had flown by, how quickly and eagerly you had fallen into bed with him. Tendou’s like...a whirlwind, sweeping up everything in his path, you included. 

should any passersby below cast their gaze upwards to the seventh floor of the apartment building, they might be able to catch a glimpse of your breath fogging up the glass, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of a tongue presses against your core, sliding between your messy folds. your cunt flutters weakly when you hear Tendou let out the most obscene, drawn-out moan from beneath you. your thighs tremble from the effort of holding yourself up, hands braced against the top of the bed’s headboard. 

“babe...what’re you doing?” 

you try to blink past the haze of pleasure clouding your sight so you can look down at your boyfriend. “w-what...”

there’s a sulky pout on the redhead’s face. “i said sit.”

"b-but you won’t be able to breathe.”

“i don’t need to.” his hands, resting on the curve of your ass, pull down, hard, and you let out a cry when you collapse onto his face. his lips suck at your clit, tongue swirling around the nub like he’s doing his best to draw out yet another orgasm from you. it’s working. your walls spasm when the long muscle finds your entrance and pushes past the tight ring of muscle, fucking into you expertly. oh, he’s good. his hands are never still, ghosting up to your hips, back down again to squeeze your ass. your whimpers grow in volume, hips swiveling against his face as he eats you out like he didn’t just have a full course dinner not even two hours ago. he’s loud, swallowing what he collects in his mouth, groaning and whining against your pussy.

your own jaw drops open when you cum yet again, thighs tensing, cunt clenching down as you cream all over his tongue. he drinks it all, strong hands holding your hips in place so he can bury his face deeper between your legs, moaning like he's tasting heaven.

when Tendou withdraws, your cheeks burn at the view of his face. it’s messy, covered in a mix of his saliva, your slick, his cum. but he doesn’t look bothered, far from it actually, only grinning up at you widely and licking his lips, looking as pleased as he could be.

“thank you for the meal.”

TURNING TIKTOK (COUPLE) AUDIOS INTO CUTE SCENARIOS FT. ATSUMU, SUNA, AND KENMA

++note: i’ve come across these audios several times already and i can’t help but write them into cute scenarios because i just feel like it and it feels like atsumu, suna, and kenma suits them best :D anw, if you happen to like this work of mine, please don’t hesitate to reblog! it would help me a lot. thank you so much <3

contains. fluff <3

ATSUMU FT. “babe, ask me what i would do if we broke up…”

atsumu’s currently laying in your thighs, gaze fixated on the television screen in front of the two of you—seemingly fascinated with the movie that’s flashing in the screen. your fingers are nestled in his blonde locks, occasionally grazing across his scalp that makes him hum because of comfort, nuzzling his head a little bit in the flesh of your thighs.

it was peaceful. that is until you remembered the tiktok video that you saw yesterday. it seems like it’s fun to try and use it to atsumu just so you could see what his reaction will be.

“babe,” you started, caressing his hair.

“what?” he mumbled.

you tried to stifle the giggles that’s fighting to come out from your lips, trying so hard to remain serious. “ask me what i would do if we broke up.”

that caught your boyfriend’s attention as he immediately remove his gaze to the television to stare at you, brows furrowed because of confusion.

“why?”

“just do it!”

atsumu stared at you for a second then he exhaled a sigh, brows still pinched together.

“what would you do if we broke up?” he hesitantly asked.

you licked your lips then a wide grin appeared on your face. “i’d get back with my ex,” you said, giggling, and it turned into a laugh when you saw atsumu’s face frowning deeply as he sit up to face you properly.

“what?” he asked, face contorting with devastation. “why would you say that?! go on then! go back to him!” he huffs, and the hurt that is laced in the tone of his voice only fueled for you to laugh harder which only made atsumu to scoff at you.

“you’d be my ex, ‘tsumu,” you said, laughing.

for a while, atsumu remained silent and you watch as the expression in his face shifted from scrunching because of the betrayal he’s feeling to recognition. “oh,” he mumbled. “oh yeah…” he added.

a laugh blared past his lips making you laugh alongside with him. atsumu scooted closer to your space just as when he slips his arms around your waist to hug you and pull you closer to him. then he put his chin at the top of your shoulders, nuzzling his nose to the side of your face.

“thought for a second you mean something else there, baby.” he whines.

SUNA FT. “baby, can we please go to bed?”… “but ice cream…”

suna knows you too well. he’s memorized everything about you that’s why he knows that even though it’s literally ass o’clock already—which means it’s already midnight—you’re still awake, probably still sulking because he refused to buy you ice cream.

with a sigh, he turns his body to the side to stare at you and suna can’t help but feel his heart clench when he saw your bottom lip jutted out. he reaches over to your face to gently stroke it.

“baby, can we please go to bed?” he rasps, the feeling of slumber pulling him in.

“but ice cream,” you mumbled, eyes dripping with sadness.

suna sighs once again. “it’s midnight! we can’t get ice cream right now.”

you sniffle, “but i want ice cream…”

“i’m not getting you an ice cream!”

you stared at him with wide eyes, pouting your lips as you try to entice him to feel pity over you and you really know you’re power over him—how he can’t say no and resist you because suna just found himself cladded with a hoodie and sweatpants as you drag him to where the ice cream parlor is.

“i hate you so much,” he groans.

you turn your head around to stare at him, giggling, “come on, bubs!” you said, voice laced with glee and that only made suna laughs.

“you want cake?” you asked him, pointing at the array of cakes displayed. you immediately ordered the ice cream you want right after the two of you entered the shop.

suna flicks your forehead, earning him a tiny ‘ow’ from you. “no, i want sleep,” he laughs.

you shrug your shoulders. “no, i think you want cake,” you chuckled.

and suna could only shake his head at you, arms finding their way to your waist to pull you closer and plant a kiss in your forehead.

“you’re such a pain in my ass,” he mumbles through the smile breaking in his face.

KENMA FT. “imagine having a whole boyfriend but he won’t cuddle you…”

you understand that playing video games takes so much off kenma’s time since it’s his job. you understand that fact and you give him space to do whatever he needs to do. but there are times where you feel needy, you feel the need to be held—be held by your stupidly good-looking, annoying boyfriend.

and that time, is right now, while you watch your boyfriend test out the video game he bought so he can stream it properly. the feel to have his arms around you and have your head placed in his chest is intensifying, the itch is becoming stronger and the only way to get rid of it is to have him give you affection.

frustrated and overly needy, you huff loudly just as when you cross your arms over your chest. “imagine having a whole boyfriend but he won’t cuddle you,” you said, the tone of your voice teetering close to a whine.

kenma spared you a glance for a second then he went back to playing. you bit your lower lip and scrunch your forehead. “a whole boyfriend! not a half one! a whole—,”

but your sentence got interrupted when you felt your boyfriend’s hand grabbing your arm to pull you closer to his space so he can place a swift kiss in your lips. when he pulled away, he raised a brow at you.

“you okay now, you needy baby?” he asked.

giggling, you made your way to his lap to sit on it as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“yes!” you exhaled happily.

kenma tightened his hold around you the same moment where he placed a kiss in your forehead.

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You laid in bed waiting for Iwaizumi to get home trying to get yourself occupied

Iwaizumi was one his way home smirking as he drove his motorcycle home

The both of you lived in a nice condo that over looked the city

the city was slowly fading into the night life as you watched outside your windows

the condo sat on the 27th floor and your bedroom was floor to ceiling windows that had remote controlled shades that would roll down

the room was a nice black and grey aesthetic with a large king size bed

with the night life joining your room it made your LED lights glow

the red lights gave the room and low sexy vibe as they could only see your shadow

Iwai pulled into the parking garage, one that was private as he made wonderful money

money you didn't question as it wasn't your place to ask and you didn't want to go past your boundaries

Iwai climbs off the bike and smiles glad to know you would be up there waiting for him

rushing to the elevator he smirks as he hears that glorious ding and walks into the livingroom

but he freezes seeing you weren't there

you were always there on the couch with a glass of wine or cooking in the kitchen dancing

"Y/N?" He calls shredding off his leather jacket his arms lined with tattoos even his chest

"In here baby!" You called rolling onto your stomach typing away o your phone

"Why aren't you in the kitchen or watching your shows, or reading?" he asks not used to this change of pace

he steps down into the bedroom and freezes

there you were laying on your bed, with HIS sweatshirt and no pants

He swallows thickly and drops his jacket onto one of the armchairs into the room

"I felt like laying in bed is that so wrong?" You ask giggling sitting up

Now Iwai wanted to die, he was going to die and die thinking of the dirtiest things he wanted to do to you

"Iwai? What's wrong?" You ask getting up walking over to him

Iwaizumi controls his facial expression trying to show how he wasn't affected

"Is it the sweatshirt? It's your you know." You say smiling gently

Iwai always loved seeing you in his clothes, it was the alpha male pride thing for him

after you wore it, you smelled of his cologne and it made his heart and pride swell greatly

"Trust me baby, I know it's mine." He whispers putting his large hands on your waist and smirking

you swallow, your throat dry all of a sudden, but you know what Iwaizumi was thinking of

His body was towering over you and slowly moves you to the bed

the back of your knees hit the bed and you loose your balance falling back onto the bed

He smiles and wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you up to sitting position

you look up at him and smile as his thumb drags across your bottom lip

you turn your head slightly and suck in his thumb making him groan slightly

"I've missed you today." he whispers leaning down slightly to make eye contact with you

you pull away from his thumb and hum softly wrapping your arms around his neck

"I've missed you too Iwai."

"That's not my name." He whispers teasing you with a kiss and keeps pulling away when you lean closer

"Sir." You whisper making him chuckle and kiss you deeply

you both smile into the kiss as his hands make their way underneath the sweatshirt

he feels your bare skin which makes him groan and nip your bottom lip

iwai lifts you up and lays you down his body hovering over yours

you can feel his body weight over you, but not crushing you with it

"You're gorgeous." He whispers and moves his hands downwards and pulls your panties off gently

his leaves a trail of kisses down your body leaving soft words of praise in his wake

You moan softly arching up into his lips as the sun goes down leaving you only in the soft red light of the lights

Iwai stands up and pulls his shirt off and unbuckles his pants before pulling your hips into his

you giggle and start to grind against him feeling him start to stiffen as he watches you

"My sweet little vixen, want my cock so bad you don't care if you just grind against my clothed cock?" He asks his tattoos looking dark and sexy from the lights

"Yes Sir, want it so bad." You mumble and move to take the sweatshirt off

his hands react faster and stops you as you both just stare at each other

"Leave it on please." He whispers softly making you smile

"Okay." You grumble as you both curl into one another

Iwai somehow ends up underneath you and you ontop

His cock had entered you in the flurry of kisses and grinding

you both just breath deeply as iwai hands trail your body admiring you

"I love you." He groans sitting up fast causing you to moan as he thrusted up

"I love you too." You gasp as he kisses you deeply his hips thrusting into you

"God how wet and tight you are, I love it." He groans burying his head into your shoulder

loving the material of his sweatshirt on his face

the thought of him fucking you in his sweatshirt was something he had wanted for the longest time

and here he was bringing that to reality it was amazing and he loves your gasps and the wat your chest raises and falls

"Sir, I'm close." You whine nipping and sucking his neck leaving your mark on him

"Fuck, me too." He groans thrusting harder and faster the both of you so close you could feel his breath in your mouth

"Oh god, please faster." you moan starting to bounce on his cock as he moves faster

"Yes!" You cry going over the edge when his rough finger pad rubs your clit pushing you to cum

the both of you breath heavily and then start to laugh as he kisses you gently as you trace the patterns of his tattoos

"I'm not gonna be able to wear this without thinking about you in it and me fucking you." He says which makes you laugh harder

atsumu’s part here

6:30 AM:

“Omi, nooo.”

“Let go, y/n. I gotta.”

“No.”

“Come on, don’t be a brat,” he groans.

“If you love me, you’ll stay.” Sakusa sighs, pecking your forehead softly, hand gliding over your back as he feels you against him. It’s warm and it’s home, and he’s almost tempted to stay glued to you.

Almost.

“I have to go jog, I’ll be back,” he mumbles, unlatching himself despite your hands attempting to claw their way back to him. “Stop that, you’re—hey! Don’t smack my ass, weirdo.”

And even though his cheeks are tainted red and he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he grins to himself when he walks to the bathroom and hears your giggles.

7:20 AM:

“Omi, quit picking at the calluses on your hands.”

“‘M not,” he denies through a quiet mumble, hiding his hands under the table with a pout.

“You’re hopeless.”

The plate of breakfast placed before makes his heart flutter. Sakusa can’t stop the little chuckle he lets out when he sees the strawberries assembled into a little heart on the plate.

“And you’re a cliche sap,” he teases. And when he catches the spoon you throw at him, smirking when you groan at his athleticism, he almost considers skipping practice.

“Hurry and eat, you’ll be late.”

“I’m never late.”

“I don’t care, shut up and eat,” you huff. His chair scoots closer to yours when you settle next to him with your own plate.

7:34 AM:

“Y/n, y/n—oh my goodness—okay, that’s enough. I’ll be late—oh my god,” he groans through the onslaught of kisses you place on his face. He pretends he’s annoyed, but the blush and the wobble of his lips as he fights back a smile says otherwise.

Sakusa loves goodbye kisses, you’re no fool.

“Okay,” you peck his lips one last time. “There, I’m done. Now you may go.” He shuffles a little and stares at the ground, pout on his face.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat.

“You’ll be late, what are you—”

“You’re forgetting two things.”

“What?” He glares at you, and you glare back.

“First of all, you’re supposed to say I love you? What happened to that?” Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips at him with a raised brow.

“Kay, I love you. What else do you need?”

“Thank you, I love you too.” His eyes meet the floor again. “You missed a spot,” he murmurs quietly. And even though you laugh at him, and he scowls and shoves you away for a bit, you place two big kisses to his moles, sending him off.

7:57 AM:

“Omi, why’re ya smilin’ at yer phone like that?” Sakusa’s grin instantly drops, and his usual scowl graces his features. Atsumu tends to have that effect on him.

“Ooh! Are you talking to y/n? I love y/n! Tell y/n I said hi!” Bokuto’s voice is booming loud as ever—too loud for eight am on a Monday morning for him.

“No, you don’t need to say hi—”

“Tell y/n I said hi too!” He glares at a certain ginger instantly. He’s a bit annoyed that his last minute conversation with you before weight training is interrupted, but he doesn’t deny that deep down, he’s at home here too, surrounded by three loud mouths he can’t escape.

He shoots a quick message with a scowl on his face.

Bokuto and Hinata said hi

And Atsumu too he adds after the setter insists through whines.

And when he gets a tell them I said hi too! he can’t help but smile softly again—although it drops two seconds after when Atsumu opens his mouth once more.