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“open wide for me, princess,” oikawa coos, tapping lightly at your inner thighs with his fingers soaked in cum.

“p-please tōru, i want you,” you whine, fully aware of how desperately your cunt pulses and drips at the sight of the bulge rising in his sweatpants.

as soon as he hears those words leave your lips, oikawa’s frantically tugging at the band of his sweatpants and boxers. he aligns his hardened cock with your slit, lightly rolling your swollen clit with his nimble fingers and eliciting the sweetest noises from your lips. he knows he’s fucked (no pun intended) when he presses into you, and your pussy clenches like a chokehold around his cock. 

oikawa bites his lip hard and shuts his eyes tightly as he slowly thrusts into you. each vulgar sound that leaves your lips and each time he feels your walls wrap around him draw him closer and closer to his high.

“baby, just a little more,” oikawa grunts, the speed if his fingers against your clit picks up. you reach down to guide his fingers at the right pace, grimacing through the pain that the stretch brings but reveling in the pleasure of toru’s fingers rolling harshly at your bud. 

“i think i’m going to cum, tōru,” you whine as the knot in your stomach intensifies by the second.

“whenever you’re ready, princess,” oikawa coos, a sly grin forming on his face as he admires the expression of pure pleasure that your face wears.

☀︎—hajime iwaizumi

iwa is big. that’s all. that’s the hc.

he’s fully aware of how painful your first time with him might be, so he prepares you with extensive foreplay,,

he’s literally worshipping your body with his hands, kneading your breasts and fiddling with your hardened nipples and then running his rough hands down your waist and inner thighs,,, 🤤

by the time he reaches your clit, you’re literally already on the verge of an orgasm because you’re so new and sensitive to his touch.

iwa’s ego is boosted when he hears you cry out his name as two of his fingers dip into your wet cunt, slowly thrusting in and out and curling against your walls.

it’s not long before you reach your orgasm with your whole body quivering with pleasure,

and iwaizumi wears a hella smug smirk on his lips,,

somehow his mind just now processes that he’s your first, 

and the thought of fucking your virgin cunt sends heat rushing straight to his cock.

“baby, are you sure?” 

iwaizumi’s voice is scratchy and deep, and his eyes are glazed over with lust as he admires the view of your chest splayed out directly beneath him.

“yes, hajime, please fuck me,” you whine breathlessly, letting your arms fall back beside your head. you bite back a whimper as iwaizumi slowly stretches out your cunt. the sting is painful at first, but the slick of your arousal eases it with each movement iwaizumi makes.

your whimpers slowly turn into moans, and iwaizumi no longer needs to ask if you’re okay as he feels your walls begin to clench around his cock. 

“cum on my cock, baby, that’s right,” 

☀︎—keiji akaashi

akaashi is honored when you tell him that you want him to be your first,

so he’ll plan a really special night for you!

his bedroom is sweet n warm with dim lighting and a few candles lit, and his bedding is also nice n prepared with a towel

he’ll help undress you, and just the sight of your body leaves him speechless,,,

so he’d lightly trace his long fingers down your chest, leaving an airy almost nonexistent touch that has you squirming like crazy,,

he’s admiring every mole, scar, or birthmark that paints your body, and he’ll trace around it with his fingers,,,

but he’d especially fixate on your inner thighs, taking his sweet time before reaching your soaking wet panties and pulling them aside,

his touches are teasing, building you up at an agonizingly slow pace, watching your eyes for a reaction and only letting you come after he’s satisfied with his playtime,,,

the orgasm that he leaves you with is pleasurable beyond words, and before he knows it, you’re begging for him.

“i-i want more than your fingers, keiji, please,”

you beg so nicely with innocent eyes, cheeks flushing red because you’re unsure of how to properly ask him. but he offers you a soft smile before leaning down to press his lips against yours.

“only because you asked so sweetly,” akaashi murmurs in your ear, leaving wet kisses against your neck to distract from the pain of his cock stretching your cunt wide open. 

you let out a small cry, and akaashi’s asking if everything’s okay, so you nod and bite your lip to muffle your whimpers. but then he’s reaching down to your clit, rolling circles around it in synch with his thrusts, and the pleasure that begins to build up is euphoric.

it’s difficult to process the mixture of pleasure and pain that you’re experiencing until you feel the coil in your stomach snap. you cry out that you’re cumming, and akaashi is reassuring you with encouragement and praise, biting back his own moans.

“you’re so good, y/n, just like that,”

☀︎—atsumu miya

atsumu is so eager to please you, 

so he doesn’t get why you tense up as his wet kisses travel down your torso, 

and when he twirls his finger around the band of your panties and pulls them down, your hand presses against his head to stop him.

now he’s wondering if he did anything wrong,

but one glance at your red cheeks and he knows that you just feel kinda embarrassed !! 🥺

so he reassures you that he only wants to pleasure you, and he moves your hand to his hair, 

directing you to use his hair to move him as he circles his tongue against your clit,

soon enough, you find yourself grabbing at a thick tuft of atsumu’s hair, pulling him roughly against your dripping cunt and guiding him to your orgasm.

atsumu is licking at his lips when he lifts his head, and his expression is dazed with lust, 

and when he notices that your eyes go directly to the tent forming in his pants, he knows exactly what you want.

“tsumu, it hurts,”

there are tears in the corners of your eyes, and the stinging pain is all you can fixate on. atsumu slows his pace, reaching his hand down to fiddle with your swollen clit, giving it the attention it needs.

you can’t help but moan as the rough pads of his fingers stimulate your bud, tightening the knot in your stomach. 

“i’ve gotcha' pretty girl, but fuck, you're so tight,” atsumu groans, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and chest as the both of you start to approach your highs. 

the sounds of your wet cunt are vulgar, but you no longer feel any embarrassment as your walls tighten around atsumu’s cock, convulsing and twitching uncontrollably.

☀︎—tetsuro kuroo

kuroo’s expression is dark,

his eyes are lustful, and his lips are swollen and red from relentlessly gnashing them against yours.

there’s almost something in his gaze that’s feral, and when his rough hands are tearing at the buttons of your blouse, 

you feel your body tense up as his lips and teeth simultaneously meet your neck, leaving marks that would remain for days.

“kitten, why don’t you tell me just who you belong to?”

his voice is gutteral and scratchy, muffled by his lips pressing harsh kisses down your chest.

“t-tetsu, i’m yours. i swear,”

but your whimpered words don’t appeal to him,

the only thought that lingers in his mind is the sight of you smiling, no, laughing with another man outside your workplace,

you, with sparkly eyes so innocent yet so taunting 

and a skirt just short enough to attract the lecherous eyes of your male coworker.

even if you were totally unaware, 

kuroo was fully aware, and he couldn’t hide it in the cold expression plastered to his face the moment you entered his car.

and now, his eyes continue to pierce into yours as he’s forcefully prying your legs open, two of his fingers thrusting and curling into you roughly just a few times before he’s fumbling to align himself against your hips,

your eyes are welling up in tears as he fucks you, and he’s muttering degrading slurs about how you looked like a filthy little slut in that skirt, flirting with a man who wasn’t him.

“hurts,” you whimper, the tears spilling out of the corner of your eyes,

but kuroo doesn’t hear you until you’re crying out “red” and letting sobs wrack your body.

and all at once, it seems like kuroo snaps out of the trance he’s been stuck in for an hour.

he’s gently prying himself off of you, falling to your side and cradling your face,

thumbs desperately wiping at your tears and lips planting gentle kisses on your hair, breathlessly whispering “sorry” over and over again

his heart is being tugged at each time he watches a tear fall from your face, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull you close to him, his arms securing you against his chest.

there’s a few moments of silence as the wetness in your eyes dries up, 

but kuroo starts apologizing in a hush voice, listening to what you have to say and nodding as he takes note of every single thing you tell him.

kuroo’s sincerely apologetic. he knows you love him and he also trusts you with his whole heart, but he explains that he just let some place of hurt inside take over. 

that night, he holds you in his arms, whispering sweet words and declarations of his love until the both of you begin to doze off.

☀︎—rintaro suna

ever since suna’s positioned himself on top of you, it doesn’t seem like a single word that has left his lips has been anything but an insult.

“what a needy slut, thinking you could get away with putting your hands on me like that in front of everybody else?”

“remember—you’re nothing but mine to use.”

his lips leave wet kisses trailing down your body, but they stop right at your sweet spot, leaving you whimpering helplessly for him.

but suna’s merciless.

he doesn’t make a sound as he aligns his hips with yours and begins fucking you at an agonizingly slow pace.

the burn from the stretch has you crying out, but your sounds are blocked out as suna begins muttering a slur of insults with each thrust.

his words are sharp, and if the physical pain wasn’t already enough, his words have your heart quivering with hurt.

with each thrust and curse thrown at you, the sensation you experience is becoming nothing pleasurable,

so finally your lips just barely make out your safe word,

but they do, and suna’s eyes read them with ease.

he stops immediately, easing himself out of you and falling to your side.

one of his hands makes its way to cradle your cheek, his thumb pressed at the corner of your eye to stop the tears from falling.

your eyes are closed, and you feel embarrassment take over your cheeks as they flush with warmth.

“hey, look at me.”

suna’s voice is tinged with concern, and he’s not sure how to respond when you don’t listen to him as you clench your eyes shut tighter.

but you don’t stop him when he pulls you against his chest, resting his chin on top of your head. 

he’s apologizing, reassuring you that he doesn’t mean the things he says, and that he’s sorry for getting carried away. and he’ll murmur that he loves you—a phrase he typically prefers to show, not say.

with that, he’ll wait with you in the quiet until you feel comfortable enough to pull your head back and open your eyes to meet his.

you tell him you love him, but you explain how it was just getting all too much in the moment,

and suna nods, the corners of his lips pulled upwards to form a soft smile when he hears you say that you love him.

you two will have a serious talk about this later, but for now, you fall back into suna’s embrace, 

even if it meant taking off a week from your own training, it was beyond exciting to volunteer for the all-japan youth training camp—but as much as you tried to remind yourself that this was a priceless opportunity, you were inevitably envious of those who would actually get to play this week.

so here you were, strolling towards the front of the ajinomoto national training center with your hands shoved deep into your winter coat pockets, a wool scarf engulfing the lower half of your face, and a scowl resting on your lips as you huff and puff against the itchy fabric, pondering about how great it would feel to be in uniform instead of typical winter clothing.

“someone’s a lil’ cold, aren’t they?”

you hear a man chuckle behind you, and you feel your cheeks burn up as you turn around and catch sight of a tall, blonde boy sporting a clean black undercut and a teasing smile. he walks quickly, but once he reaches you, he slows down to match your pace, taking his hands out of his tracksuit pockets to cross his arms.

“what’s a cutie like you doing here? it doesn’t look like yer here for the camp,” he remarks, leaning forwards to catch a peek of your frowning face shielded by  the hood of your coat. 

you mutter under your breath that you’re volunteering at the camp to catch balls and do some other dumb tasks rather than actually playing, and he smiles slyly.

“work hard then ‘cause you’ll still hav’ to keep up with me.”

you could’ve sworn that he winked at you before he nonchalantly sped up his pace and entered the building. what an ass, you thought to yourself, silently cursing him as you reach the front doors.

but as you enter the main gymnasium, the sight of the huge volleyball courts and the flat screen television live broadcasting the entire gym leave you speechless and forgetful of the encounter that occurred just moments ago. you can’t help but gape open-mouthed at your surroundings as you stand in the middle of the two courts and take in the sight of everything from the huge light fixtures dangling above to the multitude of players warming up. 

there’s a tap on your shoulder, and a boy with floppy chestnut hair and thick, round eyebrows is grinning sheepishly at you.

“are you lost?”

at this moment, your cheeks flare up again when you realize that you’re the only one in the whole gymnasium bundled up in thick winter clothing. and with that, you notice that many of the boys in the room are glaring at you confusedly too.

“oh no, i-i’m just a volunteer,”

you smile politely back at the boy, frantically pulling off your coat and scarf and bowing your head towards him. he looks like he’s about to introduce himself and extend his hand, but you’re already rushing towards the front of the gymnasium to meet with the coordinator and escape the eyes that seem to follow you everywhere.

quickly after the coach introduces himself and delivers a typical motivational spiel, the boys of the camp are warming up and playing practice sets. you stand at the end of one of the courts, intently following the ball with your eyes and thoroughly tracking the players and their next moves. 

as the morning progresses, you learn the names of many of the players—from atsumu the prick you met outside the training center to komori the sweet boy who initially asked if you were lost. but there’s one boy who draws your attention the most out of everyone in the room.

whether it’s admiration for his skill or just solely physical attraction or a combination of both, you can’t take your eyes off of tobio kageyama. 

so much so that one time the ball actually comes straight at your face and takes your eyes off of him for you. and unfortunately for you, the boys see this happen—so you’re almost certain that at this point they must think you’re an absolute fool. 

but you’re actually unaware of how some of them steal admirable glances at you during breaks or leave their fingers lingering over yours for a few seconds too long as you hand them a water bottle. or even the select few of them (looking at atsumu) that like to check your expression as soon as they pull off an impressive play.

the boys of the training camp think your intense game expression and devotion to the game is more adorable than anything, and so you actually slowly find yourself warming up to casual conversation with the ones who approach you.

actually, you warm up to nearly all of them except for kageyama—the first year player from karasuno with messy black hair and cold eyes focused on setting and really nothing else. 

honestly, it isn’t until lunch that he even takes notice of you. 

sitting alone at a table and sipping milk through a straw, the setter is caught off guard when his eyes meet yours. he’s a bit startled at first by your intense and enthusiastic glare, reminding him of a certain orange-haired doofus back at home. 

but when he processes that you’re just looking for a spot to sit, he absentmindedly scoots over and shifts his tray (even though the entire table he’s sitting at is empty). the poor boy blushes and glances down when he notices how dumb he probably appears to look, but what he doesn’t see is the grin that crosses your face as you approach his table.

you introduce yourself first, and before kageyama has the chance to introduce himself, you blabber that you know who he is and also how talented he is and now both of you sport flushed cheeks and the inability to make eye contact. 

however, as you attempt to make conversation and start talking about your own volleyball team and teammates, his ears perk up and he’s listening intently. 

and with that, your conversation begins to bounce back and forth as he starts to talk about his team too—about hinata “the wannabe ace” to tsukishima the “unnecessarily tall, four eyed jerk” to just about everyone else on his team. 

lunch goes by quickly that day. a little too quickly, in kageyama’s opinion.

but as the days go by, and with each lunch that passes, the two of you grow to know each other better—you learn about the time hinata served directly into kageyama’s head, and the two of you share a lot of good laughs about mishaps. your conversations even sometimes draw the attention of other guys at the camp who occasionally join you at the table, only to be deterred by the fact that kageyama’s eyes are only for you and vice versa.

when the final day of camp arrives, your friendship with kageyama is set in stone the moment you hand him an extra milk carton that you picked up from the lunch line. he feels the same warmth rush to his cheeks as it did the first day when you sat with him, and he murmurs his appreciation with his eyes avoiding yours, solely making eye contact with the cow on the milk carton. 

before practice ends that day, you muster up the courage to scribble your number down on the back of a paper, crumple it up, and shove it into kageyama’s palm in passing. 

“maybe i’ll see you around, country bumpkin?”