emmie

࿐ BOKUTO KŌTARŌ — jealousy;

he didn’t mean to. he honestly didn’t mean to make you so angry. how was he supposed to know that he was being flirted with? he thought that group of fans were just being... friendly. guess not.

bo might not have known, but you knew damn well that those people were trying to squeeze in — what they thought was — their chance to win him over with their “charms”. flirting with him like his s/o wasn’t standing right next to him.

he was genuinely so surprised when you yanked him by his wrist, dragging him with you to the car.

the fear was clear in his eyes even when he sat in the passenger seat, the anticipation getting to him when you sat in the drivers seat, unmoving. silent.

“y/n... did i do something?” his voice is always so shy and quiet when he’s guilty of something.

without saying a word, you climbed over the center console, swiftly straddling his lap, and collapsing the seat, so he was laying down.

if it wasn’t clear before, it definitely was now. you were pissed.

“wait- wait, baby.. there’s people outside of the car!” he pleaded, trying to sit up.

“better be quiet, then..” you speak lowly, pulling his shorts down, just as much as needed.

it wasn’t long before his hips were jerking upward, whimpers falling past his lips as he tried his “best” to suppress them.

with each swipe of your thumb over his tip, his noises got louder, whimpers turning into moans as you edged him over and over.

“for someone who was so worried about being heard, you sure are making a lot of noise..”

your voice was teasing as your hand fisted his leaking cock, making a twisting movement as you stroked, so slowly.

he could never really handle when you played with him too slow... thrusting into your hand with such a needy vigor, head leaned back on the seat, chest heaving with his shirt rolled up.

“calm down, kō..” you say, pulling your hand away completely.

“ah, no- i’m sorry-‘m sorry, please! pleasepleaseplease. please keep going, ‘m sorry!”

his hips rolled into the air as he broke down, begging you to let him cum.

staring at him, your fingers brushed the sensitive skin before squeezing around his length.

leaning down, your lips hovered over his as your hand dragged up and down his shaft, a much faster pace than before.

you could feel his breath fanning at your lips as you did so, his lips parted, anticipating your kiss as tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes.

shallow breaths shook out as he got closer to the edge, abs flexing and releasing, back arching, before finally, hot spurts of cum coated your hand and shirt.

the heat gathered in your hand as he leaned up, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“did so good, baby...” you say, leaning into his ear, “now, who do you belong to?”

࿐ HINATA SHŌYŌ — angry;

it was like shōyō just couldn’t make time for you.

all day long, he’d spend his hours playing volleyball. of course, you knew that that’d be a sacrifice you had to take when you signed up for this, but it wasn’t just the fact that he went to mandatory practices and games... no. that was completely understandable.

the thing that angered you the most was the fact that he spend even his days off learning new tricks, and hanging out with his buddies instead of you.

of course he was allowed to. it wasn’t like you prevented him from doing so, but he saw them every damn day. it was like he couldn’t spend one day in his own home. his friends got more time with your boyfriend than you did, and it pissed you off...

so, when you finally snapped, it really shouldn’t have been a surprise.

“tell them you can’t make it, shōyō.”

his moans were so whiny n pretty... so were his little whimpers, flooding the quiet room as he fists his phone in his hand.

“go on,” you insist, pressing the green icon by atsumu’s name, dialing his number. “can’t.. i can’t.” he says, struggling to bring the phone up to his ear.

atsumu’s voice mumbled on the other end of the line, shōyō doing his best to suppress his moans as he looked at you.

“you can do it, baby..” you say, pressing his knees to his chest as you thrusted into him faster, watching as his eyes go wide, mouth falling agape as a loud moan escaped.

you chuckled aloud, finding it amusing how he was unable to get a single coherent word out as your hips snapped into his.

you heard atsumu go quiet before the line died, hinata dropping the phone by his face.

his cheeks were red as he groaned, seemingly trying to complain.

“aw~.. now your friends know how much of a whore you really are, shōyō.”

the name made him shiver, whimpering as his cock throbbed between his legs.

your eyes watched as your dick disappeared inside of him with each thrust, mesmerized by how much his small body could handle.

“takin me so well, angel.. hold your legs up for me, ‘kay?”

࿐ MIYA ATSUMU — embarrassment;

atsu had always been prone to showing off... talking all high and mighty of himself, bragging to his friends (and brother) about all the things he did to you in bed. stuff that made you seem like a pet. his little stories couldn’t be further from the truth, though.

because here he was, jaw slack as drool soaked the silk sheets below his cheek, knees propping his ass up at the perfect angle for your tongue to play with his hole.

his cock was dribbling, incoherent half-words humming past his lips as the wet heat of your muscle pressed hard into his puffy hole.

fingers gripping hard on his thighs, keeping his legs apart as you licked upward, wiggling your tongue as you did so, sucking before pulling away, and repeating.

tsumu’s toes were curled as a weak hum dragged through the silence, his body already exhausted from cumming so many times.

when you pull away, he let out a groan of complaint through his heavy breaths.

“don’t worry, darling. we’re not done.”

opening a fresh condom with your teeth, you roll it onto two of your fingers before squeezing a bit of lube onto him.

you pull your phone out, unbeknownst to him, pressing record as you circled the dripping liquid around his entrance.

his back arched at the new sensation, body twitching from sensitivity.

when you push your fingers into him, you give him some time to adjust. though, he didn’t need much after the extended amount of prep he’d received beforehand.

“good boy, tsumu~.” you praise, curling the tips of your fingers, searching for that soft spot as you circle your thumb on the outside of his prostate.

“ah!” suddenly, his body jumps right as you feel it, and you smile.

without your other hand to hold his hips in place, he nearly pulls away, but you quickly scold him.

“uh-uh. don’t run away, now.. move again, and you don’t get to cum.” your threat works, as he quickly leans back, rocking on your fingers as you massage his prostate from both angles, capturing his reactions on camera.

“getting desperate now, are we?” you could feel him squeezing around your fingers, his cock twitching after only a little bit of stimulation.

with a couple more flicks of your fingers, he was cumming, shaking from the sudden, intense orgasm, his voice quivering as he caught his breath.

“already? but we just started, tsumu... huh. i guess your friends won’t have much of a show to enjoy, then... that’s disappointing.” you say, stopping the video.

“wh-what do ya mean?”

your eyes were heavy lidded as he looked back at you, showing him the phone, watching as shock flooded his hazy expression.

“next time you think about talking high-and-mighty of yourself and embarrassing me, remember this.”

࿐ SAKUSA KIYOOMI — hate;

omi is always so resistant. you could be balls deep inside of this man, and he’d still find ways to hurl insults at you.

it’s almost as if it’s impossible for him to shut up. whimpers and moans struggle past his parted lips, so pretty as they fell, only to be contaminated by his dirty, hateful words.

something about you being disgusting, germ infested, repulsive; anything he could think of, really.

even as his hands fisted at the sheets, back arching as you pounded into him, hitting that sweet spot so perfectly, he still found the dignity to be ungrateful. so fucking ungrateful.

“look at you... so greedy for my cock, but can’t seem to keep your filthy mouth shut like the bitch you are.”

he clenched around your dick, a groan rumbling in his throat from the insult.

you audibly laughed, watching his cheeks burn a dark red.

“you’re the whore. ngh- f- ah~ fucking me like this... get a weird fuckin’ kick out of it, don’t you?” he spits, twisting his face into the pillow below him, biting the silk as you snapped your hips harshly into his.

the loud yelp that left his throat almost didn’t sound like it came from him. it was uncharacteristically high pitched for your omi, but you wanted to hear more. needed to.

continuing your merciless pace, your thighs started to burn, but at this point, your thirst to see him break down before your eyes was fueling your stamina.

“oh? your pathetic little cock says otherwise, omi..” you reply, your grip on his hips bruising as he reaches behind him, trying to slow your brutal thrusts.

“ah~ slowslowslow- fuck..” he could hardly mumble the words out, not able to properly catch his breath.

smiling, you coo, “c’mon, omi omi~.. you were talking so big a second ago.. be a good boy. i know you can take it.”

@ultimate-astridwriting @missuga

4/24/21