keiko

pairing: qifrey x reader tags: smut, fem!reader, cunnilingus, improper use of a pen, softdom!qifrey, slight overstimulation, begging, edging w/c: 2k words

you didn’t know how you ended up in this situation. 

trapped between qifrey’s quivering thighs and a rough hand that grabbed a fistful amount of your hair. perhaps it was the lingering trace of alcohol stuck onto your breaths or the unspoken and unresolved tension residing in the air. however, whichever the cause did not do a good job in preventing this situation from escalating. 

from what was supposedly a small celebration between two ateliers, quickly turned into a scandalous rendezvous. one that is far from a proper example in which both witch masters should be setting for their apprentices. 

okay, maybe you did know how you ended up here—but not to this extent.

which is why the two of you took the liberty of resolving this “unresolved” tension in a dirty storage room away from any crowd. while everyone else was either fast asleep or passed out, you had a cock in your mouth and a pen that you tiredly grasped onto. you sloppily pulled away from his girth, licking the cum dripping from his urethra. a string of saliva connected your lips from his shaft—savoring the remaining substance to prolong the taste of saltiness on your tongue. 

“gone all quiet now have we? where’d all that attitude go, qifrey?”

the corners of your mouth curved upwards. you tilted your head to the side as you looked up at the silver haired witch who had his eyes shut and mouth agape. after receiving no response, you raised a brow before diving right back into what has been left unfinished.  without any hesitation, you sucked onto his cock—your head bobbing up and down in the process. 

you tipped your head lower, angling it so his dick rubbed the back of your throat while your gag reflex threatened you to withdraw. and yet, you stood still. taking it all in until you felt his muscles cramp and tighten. you could only feel his release inching closer, but you didn’t want him to experience that satisfaction. not when he had a smirk on his face that you wanted to wipe off, and definitely not when he’s been the main cause of your suffering the entire night. 

because before anything else happened—you stopped.

simply retreating back as you used the back of your hand to wipe the mess on your lips. as you were about to fully pull away, the grip on your hair loosened while qifrey leaned down low enough for his lips to brush over your earlobe.

“that’s enough, don’t you think?” his voice rang in your ears. 

he leaned back against his chair with his elbow resting on top of the arm rest and a hand supporting his chin. all while you were on your knees with an ache blossoming in between your thighs. his gaze cautiously scanned over your figure. even though you were the one fully clothed, his presence alone never failed to make you feel vulnerable. you stopped in your tracks, shying away from his field of vision as you felt a finger forcibly lift up your chin.

“look at me.” your mouth hangs slightly open. you’ve seen many sides of qifrey before, and this one is something you have yet to see. not until this night transpired.

you subconsciously held a breath. his face held a clear smile, and yet his eyes tell an entirely different story. in one swift motion, your back was laying against his chest and your legs were on either side of his thighs.

“now tell me, where did all that attitude go now?” qifrey tilted his head to the side, mirroring your exact pose and words from earlier. his tone was humiliatingly similar to yours, as his hands slowly crept up to the inside of your thigh. your face could only burn in embarrassment. 

“you are insufferable—!”

your words were cut off with a pinch to your clit before massaging it with his index and middle finger, as if to offer consolation. your words died down to muffled moans, biting down your lip in the process. and what’s worse is that you couldn’t do anything but glare at the man behind you. despite your retaliations, he nuzzled his chin on the crevices of your nape in response. you subconsciously moved your head to the side to give him more access to your neck as he placed a gentle kiss on your collarbone. a few moments after, he sucked down on the skin, leaving a hue of purple adorning your complexion.

“i’m insufferable, hm? care to explain why?”

his free hand grabbed the sides of your face, bending forward to close the distance between the both of you. he teasingly bit your lower lip, as if to ask permission to fully take you in his mouth. nevertheless, you silently agreed—even with your boiling irritation building up towards him. swiftly, his tongue entered yours, exploring each corner and crevice of your mouth while you let out an involuntary whimper against him, grinding against his hips.

“even when you’re the one dripping wet for me?” you flinched at his two index and ring finger spreading your folds while his middle finger collected the slick in the entrance of your pussy. 

“can—you—really—say that?”  he mumbled in between kisses, slowly sounding out each vowel and syllable, making you shiver under his touch. everything was too much with the way his hands wandered around your body with the same precision and concentration he held with a pen and a sword. 

he retracted his fingers and brought it up to your lips. you teasingly bit the pad of his fingers, taking it deeper into your mouth as your tongue traced over his slender digits, sucking it clean. motionlessly, you let go, making a small “pop” sound in the process of separating yourself from him.

but it wasn’t enough. you needed more. you needed something to ease the growing discomfort in between your thighs.

“you act as if i don’t notice the signs you’ve been giving me all night. i’m not blind, i’m not one of your apprentices, and i’m not someone that’s as forgiving as olruggio. i could go on until the sun starts to rise and there would still be something left on my list.”  

“mmm, go on then.” he presses his lips against yours and you could practically feel him grin against you before he pulled back and rested himself on the crook of your neck once more. 

thank god for magic because without that sound proofing spell you’ve put on the door, you would’ve been beyond mortified.

“and don’t get me started on what you’ve been— mmgh..qifrey!”

and for the first time throughout the entire night you let out a genuine moan—one that wasn’t held back by your desire to remain in control. you gasped at the sudden change in temperature. it wasn’t his fingers, nor was it his mouth, but an entirely different object that unexpectedly eased into your entrance—an item that you were eerily familiar with. 

your very pen that was left on the ground, found itself in the hands of a certain water witch. 

it wasn’t a regular pen that witches usually used, but it was one specifically tailored and designed for your habits. you could recognize that pattern and design anywhere, most especially if it’s the one being plunged inside your hole. the design bore an intricate base wherein the barrel portion was slightly bigger than the rest of its body. its shorter length added as another convenient function for it to settle comfortably in your grasp.

but who knew this ordinary item could have other..alternative uses. although you couldn’t care less with the way qifrey plummeted inside you, making you a blabbering mess every time you tried to speak. the pen at hand thrusted into the insides of your hole, pulling it in and out repeatedly over and over again at a slow pace.

it was embarrassing how you could almost feel your release at the mere touch of a pen. and what's worse is that it's yours. you're using an item meant to protect yourself and yet it's being used to humiliate you.. its unfamiliar texture and warmth quickly filling you up as you feel your eyes roll back. but it was not enough to satisfy your own needs. you needed him, and he knew it. it was impossible to argue or even plead at a fight for your own pride and control. 

“i’ll let you have it if you beg.” he lets out a low laugh. a wicked and cruel one at that in the context of your situation.

you knew it would hurt your pride. you knew it would do more damage than good, but with the tears in your eyes and the desire to satisfy your needs, you didn’t have any other choice other than squirming and grinding on his lap like a dog waiting for its owner. an arm snaked around your waist to prevent you from moving as he patiently waited for your response.

“..please.” you shut your eyes, letting out a small whimper. 

“i’m afraid i can’t hear you, darling. use your words.” he says, stopping his movements and pulling the pen out of you. “please what?” qifrey casually throws away the item in his hand, returning it back to its previous position. 

“please. let me– hic cum properly.” you manage to choke out, slightly mourning the loss of warmth inside you.

“good girl. it’s that easy, isn’t it?” he turns you around so you’re facing him while straddling his lap. his knuckles graze over your knee as it trails to the inside of your thigh and eventually reaches near your entrance. your skirt rides up to your upper thigh due to the movement.

eventually you find your eyes trailing down from his chest to the area below his bellybutton to reveal his cock that has long been unzipped from his pants. it’s veins and large muscle throbbed as it only further intensified under your gaze. 

without wasting any time, you carefully inserted yourself in his member, watching him slowly in. unfortunately for you, that wasn’t enough for qifrey. he placed both hands on your hips and thrusted you right back down, making your head fall onto the crook of his neck for comfort. 

you grunted in response, letting out shaky breaths as you felt him gaze upon you. “what are you waiting for? move.”

you glared at him, setting your hands on either sides of his shoulders as you bounced onto his cock. “l-like this, qif–mgnh..!” you mumbled incoherently as you felt a hand slip your robe past your shoulders, discarding it on a floor followed by a tug on your shirt to reveal your breasts. “exactly like that. you’re doing so well for me.” he says, bending down just enough to cup one hand on your breast and the other being sucked on by his mouth. 

“too much–! too much..” you let out a moan, feeling his leg bounce you on his thigh, making his dick go in and out of your hole. you could feel your release coming, and it was clear both of you knew the truth. he held your pleasure and figure all in his grasp and control—it was a fight you lost long ago before you entered this room.

you were now sober, and yet you felt completely drunk on his cock as you felt your eyes roll all the way back. with every thrust and movement, you only felt all the more sensitive to his touch. your nails dug onto his clothed back, creating small holes on the fabric of his shirt as you lazily chased your high.

“come for me, love.” he whispers, feeling you clench around his dick as he guided you through your release. 

you collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily as he rested his chin on your head. “you did well.” he placed a kiss on your forehead, watching as the strong hue of red slowly dies down to a faint rosy pink color to your cheeks and ears. you stood still as you warmed over his cock, legs slightly twitching as your high came downz

“..i still hate you.” 

“oh?” he lifted your chin up, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

once. twice. thrice.

he kissed you three times until you could notice the rough and desperate demeanor he played with you after biting your lower lip while pulling away.

“can’t have that, can we? this is far from over then.”

a/n: im crine i consumed all the qifrey smut out there so i made new content for myself

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader tags: suggestive

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who is unexpectedly also your co-worker at the japan volleyball association

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who introduces you to the team for the first time, not as his girlfriend, but as a “colleague” from the promotions department to film a commercial video

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who tries to keep it lowkey and somehow always remains a stoic face whenever a player approaches you to make small talk 

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who, the moment you sit down for a simple work dinner, immediately places his hand on your thigh—surprising you from the sudden contact. 

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who you thought was playing it safe and innocent, suddenly found his thumb teasingly stroking the inside of your thigh—inching more and more closer to the fabric beneath your skirt.

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who remains an annoyingly straight face while talking to kuroo and a few other officials just across you, who were painfully unaware of what was happening right below their feet. 

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who inserts not just one, but two fingers inside you just as you were signaled to respond to a question.

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who was impressed at how you only managed to stutter a few words out, but managed to keep up your professional facade. 

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who gently pulled out his fingers from inside you, using the napkin on his lap to casually wipe off the slick off his index and middle fingers. all while using the same hand to take a sip of his untouched wine on the table.

athletic trainer!iwaizumi hajime who has a disgustingly satisfied smile you want to wipe off his face, in which you are 100% sure was not from the jokes kuroo has been occasionally throwing in the conversation.

a/n: i changed my posting format heheh

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader tags: fluff

thud!

your head slowly drifted towards akaashi’s side of the seat—eventually resting itself against his shoulder. beyond the fogged windows, passing lights melted into muted streaks of color. although, inside the bus, exhaustion settled over the fukurodani like a heavy blanket after the team's latest match. between the rhythmic thump of the road and the bag you subconsciously clutched at hand—something warmer and tender started to blossom at the edge of your fingertips. 

there was no denying that akaashi keiji is an incredibly intelligent setter of an even more incredible team, but with his extensive years of volleyball knowledge and expertise—no amount of practice and studying could prepare him for this. 

he gently shifted his body weight to accommodate your position, eyes fixed ahead despite the temptation to look down. and yet, he couldn’t resist catching a glimpse of your sleeping figure. your head lurched forward as the bus came to an abrupt stop. out of pure instinct, akaashi’s hands moved to catch you from shifting forward. it was a miracle you’ve managed to stay asleep until now with the majority of the team jolting awake.

“akaashi, what was..” 

bokuto’s words died down just as konoha slapped a hand over his mouth, shaking his head from side to side to warn the naive ace from talking any further. meanwhile, akaashi’s index and middle finger held your forehead from slipping down, concentrating his focus on you. while on the surface he may be the the usual calm and collected setter everyone knew, the inside him was in absolute shambles.

only one thing filled his head—panic. 

even with a million thoughts racing inside his mind, he remained still. and somehow, that only made things worse.

because now every single one of his movements felt painfully deliberate. the angle of his arm. the proximity. the warmth leaning against his shoulder like it belonged there even if his heartbeat thudded loud enough to irritate him.

your expression had softened completely in your sleep, absent of the usual awareness in your eyes whenever you looked at him. in the dim glow of the streetlights filtering through the windows, you looked unfairly peaceful. then, as the bus started moving again, your head slipped slightly lower onto his shoulder.

akaashi keiji is a ticking time bomb, and this was only the tip of the iceberg of a very long trip back to fukurodani.

a/n: i love akaashi keiji

pairing: inarizaki x reader tags: fluff

"you arrogant pig!" osamu's voice echoed across the court to grab the attention of his twin brother, who was now walking away from the commotion he caused.

BAM!

osamu's foot which was previously on the ground, is now latched onto atsumu's swollen face as they both tumbled to the floor. "it wouldn't kill you NOT to be a piece of shit every single day!" the setter grabbed osamu's collar, shaking him aggressively. suna, who had been a bystander to the scene—now has a phone in his hand, and is not-so-subtly documenting the entire fight.

the other inarizaki members watch from afar with concerned looks as aran runs towards the background. "hey, come on! this isn't a place to fight— kita and y/n both entrusted me to look after the team and i can't have—"

the ace's scoldings are left to fall on deaf ears—right before a shoe is accidentally thrown to his face. 

"...this happening." he continues, pursing his lips together to form a thin line as the shoe slides off to the floor.

gin, who was mopping the floor a few seconds ago looked away to hide the growing smile on his face.

"NOT FUNNY GUYS! All of us are going to get in trouble here! I mean ALL! Are you not terrified!?" aran waved his arms around out of panic, in hopes of catching their attention—and yet, no one bothered to spare a glance at the poor ace.

however, all was not lost. the faint sound of footsteps could be heard right outside the gym door where a small crowd had formed.

it was deliberate. calculated, stable and controlled. most importantly—it was a terrifying calm and unique contrast to the chaotic atmosphere in inarizaki's volleyball gym.

the footsteps quietly approached aran with a small hand resting on his shoulder. "I'll handle this," you force a smile at him, before it immediately drops at the second you turn your face away.

"atsumu, osamu. what did we say before?"

a familiar voice was heard from behind them, your voice reverberating from the hall. the twins stopped mid punch, slowly turning their heads towards you—refusing to move an inch as a chill goes down their spine.

"w-we're sorry!" they shouted in unison.

"are you raising your voices at me?"

"no we—"

"you what? caused a racket and a headache for your seniors?"

they gulped, immediately positioning themselves knelt down with their heads pointed to the floor.

"how many times did i tell you not to cause a scene here!? we could be practicing like a normal team, but instead we're stuck with two second years acting like kids! what are you, middle school? elementary? fresh out of the womb!?"

from the corner of your eye, you could see suna holding back a laugh with his face tilted to the side and a very obvious phone that's still recording.

"suna you are not excused from this. i'm confiscating your phone during practice."

the brunette immediately turned his head towards you, his shoulders suddenly slumping forward.

kita who had been watching the scene from a distance along with aran could only hum in agreement. his brown fox like eyes carefully scanned the room as if to assess his next move.

aran lets out a low whistle under his breath before leaning against the wall beside kita.

"remind me to never get on her bad side." he mutters, looking away.

kita crosses his arms over his chest. “you say that as if you haven’t already.”

across the gym, suna clutches his phone protectively to his chest. “y/n-senpai, please. my camera roll is innocent.”

“innocent?” you repeat flatly. “you recorded half the argument.”

“for documentation purposes.”

“you were zooming in on their faces.”

“it adds emotional impact.”

you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“this,” you say slowly, “is exactly why we lose focus every practice.”

osamu raises a hand carefully. “to be fair, the only reason why we're arguing is because atsumu said i sucked at receiving.”

“because you do suck!”

“do not!”

“see?” you gesture between them dramatically. “this is what i mean!”

kita finally pushes himself off the wall, walking toward the center of the court. “okay, enough. recess is over.”

the gym quiets little by little.

aran spins a volleyball in one hand before pointing it toward the team. “you heard your captain! we’ve got a game in three days, everyone needs to focus!"

the team groans.

for a moment, the tension finally dissolves. sneakers squeak against polished flooring as everyone slowly returns to their positions.

suna carefully slips his phone into his pocket with a dramatic sigh. “the arts have been silenced today.”

you point at him immediately. “one more comment and you’re running laps.”

“yes, y/n-senpai.”

“ten laps.”

his jaw drops. “THAT WASN’T EVEN A COMMENT—”

maybe this team was a disaster.

but at least it was your disaster.

a/n: inarizaki brainrot

pairing: yaku morisuke x reader tags: fluff

kenma is an observant person.

he notices every single intricate detail there is—which is undoubtedly one of his strengths as the setter of a team that specializes in defense.

and when he notices everything, it's really everything.

he sees how kuroo clenches his jaw when he gets irritated, how taketora scrunches his nose at the thought of planning something mischievous, or the faint flush of your cheeks when yaku catches a volleyball that was almost about to hit you.

he notices how yaku's pupils dilate and immediately flick to your face the second he hears your voice, before awkwardly looking away.

he also notices the matching rings you and yaku wore everyday, which are perfectly encircled to fit both your ring fingers.

not to mention, how naturally the libero sucked a lollipop that was in your mouth a few moments ago, or how incredibly domestic the two of you looked in each others presence.

it was impossible not to say anything.

not with the way you clung to his arm and tiredly laid your head down to rest on his shoulder. or the way he absentmindedly put a hand on your waist to prevent you from slipping. and maybe the time he purposely let the two of you stay a few steps behind the team to hold your hand a little longer.

however, unbeknownst to him, two pairs of cat-like eyes glanced a little back just to catch a glimpse of your hands interlocked.

-

bonus !

a few hours later, the two eavesdroppers found themselves leaning against the porch outside teams dorm.

"do you think they're dating, kuroo?"

"definitely."

a/n: yaku morisuke my og short king 😭🙏🥀