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your boyfriend has you on all-fours on the bed, ass up, pussy dripping, while his tongue fucks you like it belongs there. his grip on your ass is bruising, spreading you wide as his breath fans hot against your soaked cunt.

“fuuuck, baby… this pretty pussy’s fucking perfect.” his voice is low, guttural, right before he dives back in, tongue licking a filthy stripe from your clit to your fluttering hole, loud and wet. he moans like he’s tasting heaven, messy slurping sounds filling the room as his face stays buried, tongue fucking into you with filthy precision.

“ah—ah! fuck! aughh, please!—s-so messy—” you sob, your hands clawing at the mattress as your thighs tremble under his grip. he’s relentless, tongue circling your creamy entrance, licking it so obscenely that tears prick your eyes, your cries getting louder with every sloppy flick of his tongue.

“you hear that, baby? that’s how much she loves my fucking mouth. can’t get enough, can you?” he growls, spitting on your pussy again, watching it drip before lapping it up with a filthy moan. his fingers dig into your flesh, spreading you even wider as his tongue pushes deep, wet noises making your cheeks burn.

“f-fuck—‘m gonna—ahhh!—i can’t—” you cry, voice breaking into a whimper as he keeps devouring you, keeps moaning into your pussy like he’s starving. you’re shaking, sobbing his name, legs barely holding you up as he feasts like a man obsessed.

he finally pulls back, lips glistening, voice dark and breathless. “come here, baby—sit on my fucking face. wanna drown in you properly.”

and when he lays back, tugging you down onto his mouth, you’re already a mess, hands fisting his hair as he drags you down, tongue greedy, ready to ruin you all over again.

  ㅤꐚ̫ㅤ warnings ､､ smut mdni , boob play , fem!reader , lots of tongue stuff , lots of kissing , pussy.. rubbing?

masterlist. kuroo x fem!reader

kuroo has a killer tongue.

when he kisses you, it feels like he’s lapping up every drop of saliva you can produce. it’s gross, really— the way his tongue slides against yours, lips soft. one hand is perched firmly on your hip, kneading at the flesh as the other holds your cheek, ensuring you stay in place. just let him devour you. kuroo lets out a groan against your lips, hips shifting.

the man presses one last wet kiss against your lips, before trailing down to your shirt. he wastes no time in unbuttoning it, popping off each button one-by-one as quickly as he can. after years of practice, he’s gotten quite good. his mouth finds itself to your chest, kissing your breasts as if he’s trying to take a bite. maybe he is. kuroo hums, licking at the swell of your breast as his hand moves down. his slender finger slips down to your pants, unzipping them and shimmying the fabric down. he rubs over your clothed pussy, mouth occupied with your tits as his other hand unclasps your bra.

with your boobs free, kuroo makes sure to give your perky nipples some love. he sucks on them softly, his fingers never once stopping against your pussy. he rubs over your slit, relishing in the way your puffy folds practically strain against the fabric. after a few more moments, kuroo pulls away from your presses with a ‘pop’! and flashes you a knowing grin as he tugs your panties down.

there’s no stopping him now— not that you ever wanted him to.

𓏏 sugawara who's a tits guy through and through , most people like to say he's a ' gentleman ' or the ' mom friend ' of the group - but that's the farthest from the truth . . he's the final boss of perverts ( well , only when it comes to you ! ) 𓏏 sugawara who's hand lazily slips under your shirt whenever your watching a movie or doing anything in the comfort of your shared apartment , his hands groping or playing with your boobs . 𓏏 sugawara who's a switch , he has no completely definite preferences - he likes to take control and ruin you gently , but he also likes it when you straddle him and show him a real good time ! 𓏏 sugawara who's always at the end of the day ( no matter who's topping or who's bottoming ) , is the one who has to clean up after sex - to some extent he is really the ' mom friend ' , or ' mom boyfriend ' ? 𓏏 sugawara who's down to fuck ; you could be at a party , at his parents house , at your parents house , he doesn't care if there's a chance you'll get caught ( infact , he quite enjoys the risk ) as long as you're not doing it infront infront of anyone ! 𓏏 sugawara who's a tease to the end ! even if you're the one topping , he's gunna mock you , he'll probably say something like " mm , is that really the fastest you can go baby ? " just to egg you on ! 𓏏 sugawara who's always preferring to give give give - he prefers to give you oral over you giving it to him , and when he does ; he skillfully uses his fingers as well . . he always has you summing in practically minutes ! 𓏏 sugawara who's - did I mention how skillful he is with his fingers ? - he's too damn good , there's no wonder he was a setter for his high school volleyball team ! 𓏏 sugawara who's almost always willing to try new things - mirror sex ? hell yeah ! face riding ? of course ! what can I say ? he's just an experimentalist , with little to no boundaries .

a / n , my first haikyuu work yaya . ! suga my goat 🥹

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Characters included: Koutaro Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Osamu Miya, Atsumu Miya, Aran Ojiro, Rintaro Suna, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kentaro Kyotani.

CW: Face sitting, praising, breeding, dry humping, body worship, aphrodisiacs, food play, impact play and dumbification, size difference, recording during sex, BDSM, orgasm control, overstimulation, dacryphilia, man-handling, brat taming, rough sex.

WC: 863

with your favorite pastry? for here please :)

❥ handjob w akaashi keiji !!

━━━ RECEIVING

he loves it. loves melting beneath your touch as he rests his head on the crook of your neck, little whines leaving his mouth against your skin as you fist his dick. you can feel it twitching in your hand as your thumb traces the throbbing vein on his thick shaft before running your finger over his slit, smearing his precum over him.

“baby, just— hah” keiji says against your ear, and you know how close he is. your hand can barely close around him, but you manage to speed up your pace, jerking him off as you whisper soft praises in his ear “you’re doing so good, kei” “c’mon, give it to me. you know how much i love your cum”. you see his thighs twitch, his grip on you tightening and his dick grows even harder.

your purrs drive him mad and, before he can even realise, his spilling thick cum over him, your hand and some of it even lays on your face. he’s a panting mess, already satiated when you gather his cum with your finger and suck your digit drenched of him. he knows he’s staring, but he can’t help it before guiding your pretty mouth down on his dick. if you wanna drink it, he’s more than happy to give it to you properly.

━━━ GIVING

he’s so sweeeet. almost as sweet as your folds, that’s why he’s addicted to them. he stares at your entrance, it’s almost embarrassing. he’s so focused on how you suck him in each time he pushes his fingers in and out, watching you swallow them as you squirm beneath his touch.

you cry on his lap while his other hand caresses your trembling thigh. your nails scratch his broad back, your hips grind against his fingers while his pads rub your sweet spot and his thumb grazes your clit. “kei—! please.. wanna cum” you whine, and his fingers thrust faster into your hole.

“..like this?” his raspy voice against your ear makes you squirm between his arms, your arms tightening around him as you nod quickly. you make a mess, ecstasy splashing over his thighs and abs — yet he’s so sweet and gentle with you that you wouldn’t mind doing it again.

the first time you wear lingerie for kenma, you almost think he's not gonna notice, the way his eyes are glued to the screen of his computer, the flicker-fast way his fingers flash across the keys -- you'd made sure he wasn't streaming, made sure to do it on one of the days when he was just playing with a few friends, nothing too serious -- before stepping into his peripheral vision, heat prickling beneath your skin as you cock your head, eyes fixed on the way he frowns ever so slightly at the moving target on screen before he glances at you --

"watch the flank -- oh."

you bite your lips, looking down over the delicate lace that hugs your body, feeling all of a sudden much too exposed. you clear your throat.

"it -- it was just something i thought was cute and --"

"sorry guys, i gotta go --"

your eyes go wide as kenma slips the headphones from his head and force-exits the game without so much as a second glance. in his headphones, you can make out the startled, indignant shouts of his friends, but he mutes them a second later. he seems transfixed as he breathes out through his nose and blinks up at you from his chair.

you swallow, feeling strangely out of your depths before kicking yourself and plowing on --

"so.. d'you like it?"

"mm," he hums, pushing out his chair to loop an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the door of his game room.

"is that... a yes?" you hedge, hesitantly.

kenma chuckles, the sound sizzling through you as you feel your clit throb with the gentle trail of his fingers along your spine.

"mhm... it's cute," he says, walking with you down the hallway that leads to your shared bedroom, "i didn't think you could get any more beautiful but... somehow, you always prove me wrong."

warmth washes up the back of your neck into your cheeks, "kozume..."

"so tell me, how much did all this cost?" he asks, cocking his head as he runs a finger along the lacy strap of your bra. you shiver, licking your lips.

"uhm... not that much -- but why --"

kenma sinks his finger beneath the strap and pulls it up, only to let it snap against your skin. you let out a hiss of pain, pleasure racing through you as your thighs press involuntarily at the sting.

kenma grins.

it started off with him just rubbing your thigh, soft kisses, licking your cheek a bit. but now, he hums against you, lazy and pleased, fingers pressing into your thighs to keep you open. he wasn’t just doing it for you, he was doing it for himself.

“you’re so sweet,” he breathes, tongue sliding deep again. “like candy.”

gentle licks, then sharp flicks, then deep, slow sucks. he keeps changing it up, just to see how you react. all of your whines, gasps, moans just makes him hungrier.

kenma’s been between your thighs for what has to be over two hours now. he’s laid out on his stomach, arms looped tightly under your thighs to keep you in place, mouth locked to your core.

his lips are slick, his chin is soaked, and his eyes, half-lidded, golden, locked on yours— look dazed with want.

“you’re leaking,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your sensitive, swollen folds, tongue flicking out just to catch the drip sliding down.

every time you come, he rides the wave with you. never pulling back, never rushing. he flattens his tongue, dragging it slow and steady from bottom to top, then back again.

“you make such pretty noises,” he says, dipping his tongue inside this time, slow and filthy. his nose presses perfectly against your clit as he thrusts his tongue in and out.

you arch your back, thighs trembling around his head, and all that does is make him groan. low and deep.

“fuck. kenma— how are you still—”

“addicted,” he says simply, cutting you off with a long, lazy lick. “can’t stop.” he kisses your clit before wrapping his lips around it again and sucks.

he pace shifts. tongue deeper, faster, more intense now. you feel your high coming.

he keeps sucking, licking, driving you higher, until your legs are trembling uncontrollably and you’re sobbing his name, fingers yanking at his hair.

he pulls back. his lips are glossy, face a wet mess, eyes blown out with love. he licks his lips, like he’s chasing the last drops of you.

kenma had been doing the bare minimum again. lazy drags of his tongue, a finger curling half-heartedly, like he was already thinking about going back to his game. you were flushed and writhing under him, but kuroo, who was sitting comfortably in the chair by the bed like he owned the place, could tell kenma wasn’t giving it his full attention.

“kenma,” kuroo drawled, elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward, “if you’re gonna do it, do it right.”

kenma only hummed against you, not lifting his head. his finger slipped inside you again, slow and steady, but not nearly enough. kuroo sighed, pushed himself to his feet and crouched beside the bed.

“watch this, yeah?” he said, taking kenma’s wrist to guide his hand. “curl your finger here—” he pressed kenma’s knuckle forward and you jolted. “feel that? that’s her sweet spot. you can’t just poke around like you’re half-asleep.”

kenma’s golden eyes flicked up through his messy bangs. “i’m not half-asleep.”

“then prove it,” kuroo shot back with a smirk. he leaned closer, voice low, instructive. “now your mouth. it’s not just licking. suck, tongue flat, then flick the tip. like this.” kuroo demonstrated on his own fingers, and kenma, lazy as ever, mimicked it only halfway. “doesn’t she look so damn sexy like this?” he continued, glancing at your flushed tits, your thighs trembling as kenma worked you open. “doesn’t she taste amazing?”

and just like that, something in kenma’s expression changed. his breath hitched, his shoulders stiffened and then he groaned, deep and raw, as if the thought finally punched through his usual calm. “ah!” you gasped when his tongue suddenly pressed harder, faster, his finger curling with sharp precision right where kuroo had shown him. the lazy rhythm was gone and replaced with something almost frantic, like kenma had finally realized what he was missing.

“good. very good,” kuroo murmured, sitting back on his heels, arms crossed like a proud teacher watching a student finally nail the problem. “atta boy. that’s it.”

your back arched when kenma’s free hand gripped your thigh to keep you open. his hair tickled your stomach, his mouth messy and wet against you, and when you dared to glance down you caught the sight of his hips grinding into the mattress, desperately seeking friction.

“kenma,” kuroo teased, tone wicked, “did it finally click for you? you like how she sounds when you do that?”

kenma didn’t answer. he was too busy groaning against you, tongue pushing deeper, fingers thrusting harder until you were clutching the sheets, voice breaking on his name.

“look at her,” kuroo coaxed, standing now, looming over the bed. “she’s shaking for you, kenma. you gonna make her cum on your fingers or do you want me to take over?”

a sharp glare flicked upward, the only answer kuroo got, before kenma doubled his pace, determined, almost growling as your cries hitched higher and higher.

“there it is,” kuroo murmured, watching your thighs quiver. “don’t stop. keep curling that finger. yeah, right there. suck her clit. harder. good.”

you broke first, the climax slamming through you hard enough to make your vision white out and kenma rode it through, relentless until you were shuddering and pushing weakly at his head. finally, he pulled back, lips slick, chin shiny, panting hard. his hair stuck to his temples and when you caught sight of the obvious bulge pressing into the bedspread beneath him, you realized just how much that little pep talk had gotten to him.

kuroo chuckled quiet, slow, eyes raking over the scene like a satisfied cat. “atta boy,” he said again, voice full of smug pride. “see? i told you she’s worth the effort.”

୨ৎ SUNA RINTARO is maddeningly good at giving you head.

you’re trembling beneath his touch, his fingers pumping in and out your overstimulated pussy. he’s been fingering you for hours, and all you need is his mouth. his skilled and delicious tongue on your needy folds. “rin, please” you whine, and he grins. but for your surprise, suna finally gives in.

“okay, babe. you’ve earned it” he sighs amused and pulls out his finges, licking them and humming at your taste. his hands grab your thighs and spreads them apart even more, and you cry out of pleasure the moment his tongue grazes your clit. “so sensitive” he chuckles smugly. suna kisses your inner thighs, caressing your skin with his calloused hands and making his way to your core.

his lips press against your bud and he starts sucking on it harshly, making your hole clench around nothing, moans leaving your mouth. he closes his eyes after abandoning your clit and focusing on where you need him. he hums at your taste, delicious fluids on his tongue as he makes out with your sweet pussy. you arch your hips towards his mouth, and the vibrations of his short, smug chuckle make you shiver. your thighs tremble as you close them around his head, his grip on your flesh tightens and his tongue presses harsher against you.

“fucking perfect” he grunts, almost feral. you can hear how sloppily he’s devouring you, and suna knows it — damn, he’s proud of it. he loves making you shy and embarrassed because despite of everything, you’re obsessed. “shift. on my face. now”

you whine when he pull away from your core and lays down next to you. his chin glimmers with a part of you and you gulp before moving slowly due to how much your thighs tremble. he hums in approval when you straddle him, you grip the headboard tightly as his hands guide you down his face, “just like that”. that whisper makes you whine, but it quickly fades into a moan when he starts eating you out brutally. your messy pussy presses down his face as your hips start to move, grinding desperately and chasing your ecstasy.

cries fill the room as tears of pleasure run down your eyes. suna’s grip tightens and you know his fingers will be a red mark on your skin as soon as he’s done with you — and the single idea mixed with how good his tongue is pressing against your soaked folds make you finish, a jolt of joy shaking your whole body. he moans the second your juices splash into his mouth, eyes rolling back as he devours every single drop, not wasting a tear of you.

“delicious” he groans, and when you try to lay on the bed, he holds your trembling thighs harder, “where do you think you’re going?”

you refuse to go to bed until both of you have cum. no sleep without release. by the middle of the month, you’re delirious, needy & addicted to the routine.

kenma doesn’t beg. he’s calm, collected, always hidden behind the glow of a screen. quiet fingers on a controller, quiet eyes under his hair, always somewhere far away. but november cracks him open.

“no nut november’s dumb,” you tease one night, straddling his lap while he’s gaming, your breath hot against his neck. “think you could last?”

he blinks, the game forgotten. the controller slips a little in his hands. “i don’t… want to last.” his voice is small, raw. “i want you.”

summary: how long they last during NNN

featuring: t. kuroo, h. iwaizumi, k. bokuto, a. miya, r. suna & y. terushima

cw: MDNI, nsfw, explicit content, gn!reader, timeskip!characters

wc: 987

a/n: credits to @taintedtort for inspiring meeeee <3 saw their NNN post and thought it would be cool to make my own version. (might write a part 2 if u guys like it!)

part 1 (you're here!) | part 2

kuroo: 10 days

that smirking bastard would insist he could do it, probably with a cocky grin and a twinkle in his eye, like he's already won. he'd spend the first few days teasing you, running his fingers up your thigh under the dinner table, whispering dirty jokes in your ear, maybe even "accidentally" brushing his hard-on against you when you cuddle on the couch. he'd be like, "just testing my limits, kitten. gotta stay strong, right?" but the problem is, he's his own worst enemy! the more he teases you, the more he's teasing himself. i give him ten days, tops. one night, you'd just be innocently changing into your pjs, and he'd see you, his eyes would darken, and he'd let out a groan, "fuck, i can't do this! i'm sorry, baby, but you're just too goddamn irresistible." and game over.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

15 minutes.

That’s all it takes for Koushi to fuck you, make you cum, and leave for work in the morning with a kiss on your pretty little forehead. It was like a ticking time bomb when his alarm would go off for him to be out the door.

But, that was the fun of it !

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Cries echoed off the wall, the smell of lavender and rosemary rising in your nostrils from the bed covers. Your husband’s hip smashing into yours at a pace you couldn’t process without going stupid on his dick.

Koushi moved his fingers down from your already-ravaged, swollen clit, circling your sloppy bud. Pleasure shot through you like a lightning bolt, grabbing at anything you could to try and steady whatever your cunt was about to spill out.

“Kou-Kou, please-I-I-can’t..too-too fast!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears. Well, more like your words didn’t process to him at all considering your face was completely engulfed with your covers.

Koushi didn’t have time for your whimpers, though.

Adding one more deeeep thrust into your squirming pussy, one hand got removed from your head to check his watch. Cock throbbing from the loss of friction.

“Two minutes, my love. You think you can time it right?” His words were laced with sarcasm like wine. Cocky and sweet and made your mind go more dumb than it already was.

You didn’t even have time to be embarrassed by his words-let alone even answer him.

Because just then, he’s granting you with the most dangerous strokes of his slick cock, purposefully rubbing the patterns of his veins along your walls.

All he needed was the right amount of thrusts and pressure, and you’d be gushing in 20 seconds.

He knew you could.

You’ve been through this exact thing before. And you’d have no problem replaying it until you got physically sick of it.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Summary: Shiratorizawa is doubting the very existence of Tendou's girlfriend—you.

Warnings: fluff, Tendou x female!reader, crack, somewhat artsy reader and lot's of fluff.

Characters: Tendou Satōri.

A/N: Thank you for the request dear. I tried, but I suck at writing Mad Dog-chan ;(. Miracle Girl 2.0 (similar).

Tendou liked to think of himself as an open book.

Or, well, maybe a pop-up book—the kind that makes people jump, laugh, and sometimes scream a little.

So it wasn’t really his fault that no one noticed he’d been keeping a tiny secret.

“Oi, Tendou,” Semi called from across the court, snapping a towel at him. “Stop zoning out and help clean up the floor, man.”

Tendou blinked, halfway lost in thought, mop in hand.

Right. Practice had just ended. The gym still smelled like sweat. Ushijima was methodically stacking chairs, Reon was gathering stray balls, and Goshiki was pacing around in his usual “I must impress Ushiwaka-san” aura.

“Coming, coming,” Tendou sang, twirling the mop like a sword. “I was just thinking about how I’m in love.”

The entire gym froze.

Reon glanced over with a soft chuckle. “In love, huh? With whom this time?”

Tendou smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know~?”

Semi rolled his eyes. “Let me guess—some anime character again?”

“Ha! I wish,” Tendou grinned, tossing the broom aside. “Nope. Real person. Real heartbeat. Real smile. She even laughs at my jokes, if you can believe it.”

“Impossible,” Shirabu muttered under his breath.

Tendou gasped dramatically. “Ouch! That’s cold, Shirabu-chan! You wound me!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Semi waved him off. “Next you’ll say she goes to this school.”

“She does, actually,” Tendou replied, tilting his head. “She’s in Class 2-B. You’ve probably seen her.”

That earned him a pause. A long one.

Goshiki spun around, wide-eyed. “Wait—seriously?! You’re dating someone here?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Ushijima looked up from the chairs. “Congratulations.”

“See, Ushiwaka believes in love!” Tendou exclaimed, skipping over to him. “Unlike the rest of you doubting owls.”

Reon smiled, patient as always. “You’ll have to forgive them, Tendou. It’s just...unexpected.”

“Unexpected?! What do you mean!? I’m irresistible!”

Semi snorted. “You’re something, that’s for sure.”

Tendou waved a hand, laughing it off, but inside, there was a little spark of satisfaction.

They didn’t believe him—not yet. But he didn’t mind. In fact, that made it more fun.

Because the truth was, you were real.

And he liked that you were his little secret— the soft, quiet corner of his loud world.

You’d been there after hard practices, like one time he missed a block for thinking too much or lost a match; you’d smiled like it didn’t matter, like he was still your favorite no matter how the game ended.

Yeah. He liked keeping that to himself a little longer.

“Alright, alright,” Semi said finally. “Sure, you have a girlfriend. We believe you, Temdou.”

Tendou smirked. “Good. Because you’ll believe it even more tomorrow.”

Semi frowned. “Tomorrow?”

Tendou’s grin widened. “Oh, you’ll see~.”

And just like that, he strutted out of the gym with his duffel bag swinging—after dropping the mop, much to Semi's irritation—already plotting how to make the reveal as dramatic as possible.

If someone had asked Tendou how he met you, he’d probably answer with something like:

“Destiny! Fate! Or maybe I just scared her so bad she decided to stick around.”

And honestly?

That wasn’t far from the truth.

It all started a few months ago, right after midterms. The volleyball team had been dismissed early, and Tendou, in all his restless glory, had decided to wander the school halls in search of snacks—or trouble, whichever came first.

That’s when he heard you.

Your voice floated down the empty corridor outside the art room—soft, quiet, and humming a tune he couldn’t name. He peeked inside out of sheer curiosity and found you standing by the window, sleeves rolled up, carefully painting something on a huge canvas.

The afternoon sun hit the glass just right, turning dust particles into sparkles around you.

You didn’t notice him at first. But Tendou noticed everything.

The little smudge of paint on your cheek.

The way your brow furrowed in concentration.

The way your mouth curved when you stepped back to admire your artwork—or more like a mess, sighing.

He leaned in a bit too far—and accidentally hit the doorframe with his elbow.

Thud.

You jumped, spinning around with wide eyes, brush still in hand. “Oh my god—!”

Tendou grinned. “Hi there~! Don’t mind me, just admiring....hmm...the colours on the canvas.”

You blinked. “…You mean my art?”

“Who else’s?” He tilted his head, crimson hair matching his eyes. “You’re really good spreading colours but next time try to actually draw something.”

Your jaw dropped, face heating up. “It's not that bad ok!? Do you even paint?”

“I dabble,” he said airily, pretending to flick imaginary paint off his fingers. “But enough about me—what’s your name, Picasso?”

That was the start.

He came back the next day. Then the next. Sometimes with snacks, sometimes with weird doodles of monsters he claimed were “inspired” by your art. He talked too much, joked too often, but you didn’t seem to mind. You’d laugh at his nonsense, shake your head, and tell him to stop scaring the underclassmen on his way there.

You were…nice.

Not fake-nice, not polite-nice—just genuinely warm in a way Tendou wasn’t used to.

And when you told him, quietly one evening, that you liked how he didn’t pretend to be someone else—

Well. That was it.

He didn’t even realize how fast he’d fallen until he caught himself doodling your initials on a page—which he claimed is “the wedding card”—with a grin like an idiot.

Now, weeks later, you were officially his girlfriend. Nobody believed it, of course, because who would believe that Tendou Satori had a soft, secret relationship with a sweet girl who somehow saw through all his chaos?

But tomorrow, that was going to change.

He could already picture their faces—the disbelief, the horror, the awe.

And the best part?

You’d agreed to it.

“Are you sure?” you’d asked, trying not to laugh when he told you his plan. “You really want to tell them like that?”

“Obviously,” he said. “It’ll be iconic.”

You had just sighed fondly, tapping his forehead with your brush. “Fine. But if teammates get a cardiac arrest, it’s your fault.”

He grinned. “Deal.”

By the time the team finished practice, Tendou was practically vibrating with excitement.

His grin was too wide, his movements too bouncy, and even Ushijima had given him a lingering, mildly concerned look.

“You seem…energetic today,” Reon said carefully, tossing him a towel.

“Energetic? Me? Always,” Tendou sang, mopping sweat off his forehead. “But today’s special, Reon-san.”

Semi groaned. “Please tell me this isn’t another one of your pranks.”

“Oh no, no, no. This one’s real,” Tendou said, eyes glinting mischievously. “You guys are gonna love this.”

The door to the gym slid open just in time.

Heads turned.

And there you were—standing in the doorway, wearing your school uniform, a shy little smile tugging at your lips as you waved.

“Um…hi,” you said, voice soft but steady.

Every single person in the gym froze.

Even the ball Goshiki had been holding slipped from his hands and hit the floor with a thunk.

Tendou, ever the performer, threw his arms wide like he’d just unveiled the eighth wonder of the world.

“Ta-daaa! Everyone, meet my fabulous-cute-beautiful-pretty girlfriend~!”

You flushed instantly. “Satori!”

The gym went silent for a beat. Then:

“Wait, wait, what?!” Semi spluttered. “You weren’t kidding?!”

Reon’s eyes widened, then softened with genuine surprise. “So it’s true…”

Ushijima nodded gravely. “I believed you.”

Shirabu just stared at you, processing. “You actually—you’re dating him?”

You laughed nervously. “Uh…yeah. I guess I am.”

Goshiki looked personally betrayed. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US, TENDOU-SAN?! I WOULD HAVE—I DON’T KNOW—BROUGHT FLOWERS OR SOMETHING!”

Tendou snorted, slinging an arm around your shoulders proudly. “Where’s the fun in that, Goshiki-kun? Surprise reveals are my specialty.”

Semi blinked, still trying to compute the scene before him. “Hold on. She actually exists. You weren’t—”

“Making it up?” Tendou finished for him with a grin. “Nope. She’s real. She even lets me hold her hand sometimes. Isn’t that crazy?”

You covered your face, trying not to laugh. “You make it sound like I’m a mythical creature.”

“Because you are,” he said, poking your cheek. “Mythical, magical, miraculous. My miracle girl.”

Reon smiled warmly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. We were beginning to think he had an imaginary girlfriend.”

You smiled back. “Yeah, he told me that’s what you’d think.”

“Of course he did,” Semi muttered. “He probably rehearsed this entire scene.”

Tendou gasped dramatically. “How dare you imply that I—”

“You totally did,” Shirabu cut in.

“...Okay, maybe a little,” Tendou admitted with a wicked grin. “But it was worth it for your faces. Priceless.”

Goshiki was still clutching his chest like he’d witnessed a miracle. “I can’t believe Tendou-san beat me to it. He’s the first one on the team to have a girlfriend!”

Ushijima blinked. “Does that matter?”

“Of course it matters, Ushiwaka-san!” Goshiki wailed. “He’s the weirdest one of us all!”

Tendou smirked, squeezing you gently. “And yet, I’m winning at life. Take notes, kids.”

You looked up at him with that fond, slightly exasperated smile—the one that made everything around him blur a little.

Once the shock wore off, chaos bloomed in the gym like wildflowers after a storm.

Reon was smiling politely, Semi was groaning, Shirabu had taken a seat because apparently his brain needed to reboot, and Goshiki—well, Goshiki was pacing like a wind-up toy that had gone rogue.

“Okay, okay, okay—” Goshiki said for the fifth time, hands flailing. “You’re actually dating Tendou-san?! Like, romantically?! Like, you hold hands and—”

“Goshiki,” Semi interrupted, voice sharp. “Please stop before you combust.”

Ushijima, ever calm, stood beside you with a thoughtful expression. “You must have strong patience,” he said solemnly. “Tendou requires it.”

You laughed, covering your mouth politely. “He does, but I don’t mind. He’s…fun.”

“Fun!” Tendou repeated proudly. “See? Someone appreciates me.”

Semi muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, ‘someone has to.’

But Tendou didn’t mind. He was too busy watching how easily you fit in—even amid the teasing, the noise, the gawking. You didn’t shrink away or get flustered. You laughed with them, joked back, and even helped Goshiki when he nearly tripped over a water bottle.

You were perfect.

And they were finally seeing it.

“Tendou-san,” Goshiki said suddenly, eyes huge. “What’s your secret?! How did you convince her to like you?!”

Tendou tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm. Maybe she fell for my impeccable charm?”

You snorted. “You tripped over a door the first time we met.”

“Exactly!” Tendou said, pointing dramatically. “Instantly endearing!”

The team burst out laughing. Even Shirabu cracked a smile.

“You two are ridiculous,” Semi said, shaking his head—but there was no edge to his voice now, just amusement. “We’re never gonna hear the end of this, are we?”

“Never,” Tendou said, positively glowing. “You guys doubted me. This is my victory arc.”

Reon chuckled. “I think you’ve earned it.”

Tendou turned to you, grin softening just a bit. “See? They love you already.”

“I think they love teasing you,” you whispered back, eyes twinkling.

“Same thing.”

Reon clapped his hands. “Alright, everyone, let’s finish cleaning before the coach walks in and thinks we’ve lost our minds.”

But as the team moved around the gym, laughter still echoing, Tendou couldn’t stop smiling. You stood beside him, brushing dust off your skirt, your shoulder warm against his arm.

“Hey,” he whispered, leaning close. “Thanks for coming today. You didn’t have to, you know—just because I said.”

You smiled. “I wanted to. Plus, it was fun watching everyone’s reactions.”

“Mm. Goshiki’s face alone deserves an award.”

You giggled. “It really does.”

Tendou tilted his head, voice dropping to a playful whisper. “So…you’re not embarrassed that I basically announced you to the whole team like a magician revealing his final trick?”

You raised a brow. “Embarrassed? Not at all.”

“Really?”

You smiled sweetly. “But you are buying me lunch for a week.”

He groaned dramatically. “Cruel! My muse is cruel!”

“Your muse,” you said with a laugh, “is doing you a favor.”

Ushijima passed by just then, dead serious as always. “Tendou, you should take care of your girlfriend properly.”

Tendou froze mid-whine. “...Wait, what?”

“You complain too much,” Ushijima added. “She deserves someone who listens.”

You covered your mouth to hide your laugh while Tendou stared in mock horror. “Et tu, Ushiwaka?!”

“Just advice,” Ushijima said simply, walking away.

That set Semi and Reon off laughing again, and Goshiki looked like he’d witnessed a divine moment.

“Even Ushijima-san teases you now!” he said gleefully.

Tendou sighed dramatically, tossing his hands in the air. “I bring one amazing girl into your lives, and this is my reward? Betrayal?!”

You leaned in close, smiling. “Admit it—you love it.”

He blinked, grinning despite himself. “...Okay, maybe I do.”

And as the gym lights dimmed and the laughter faded into the clatter of cleaning, Tendou couldn’t help but feel a rare kind of warmth spreading through his chest.

He’d never been the type to care what people thought—but having them see you, know you, accept you—

That felt better than any win on the court.

Even if he’d never admit it out loud.

Instead, he just threw an arm around your shoulders again, turned toward the others, and yelled:

“Alright, guys! Team dinner to celebrate my romantic success!”

Semi groaned. “You’re paying.”

“Oh! What a curse it is to be a lover boy!” Tendou called, dragging you toward the exit with a grin.

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Concept: a lazy Sunday morning with Aone

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The early sunrise was shining through the window of the bedroom and you and Aone’s shared apartment. It’s been 3 years since you two became a couple and things have been going very well.

At first you thought he wasn’t gonna like you because you weren’t like the other girls in Japan. You were on the thicker side and was kind of insecure about that.

But Aone loved it. He was bigger than you at no matter what angle you look at it. You always felt so small when with him, and he liked that. He adores your soft figure, he thinks it make you look cuter. He liked that your body filled in the clothes that you would wear and how it would show off your softness. He’s showed you how to love yourself, regardless of how you look. You’re very thankful to have him in your life

Anyways, it was a bright Sunday morning. Both of you got the day off from work so that meant lots of cuddle time.

You woke up to the sun hitting your (h/c) coloured hair that was covering your face. Trust me, you couldn’t sleep pretty if your life depended on it.

You stretch your arms and look over to see Aone still sound asleep. You then go and put one arm around him and kissed his temple until he woke up.

He eventually woke up and saw his beautiful girlfriend next to him. He could stare at you all day. You looked like a majestic painting. Your face was so soft and cute and so was your body. He could ask for anything more than to spend more time with you.

“How is a my beautiful baby doing this morning,” he asked turning his head to you.

“A little sore from last night, but fine,” you said giving him a kiss.

“Sorry I went so hard on you last night,” Aone apologized while rubbing your back.

“It’s fine baby.”

Aone then figured that drawing you a nice bath would hopefully help the pain so he stood up, stretched, then picked you up too.

He walked into the bathroom and set you on the bathroom counter so he could turn on the water.

“You get undressed while I get some bath bombs. I’ll join you after,” he said kissing your forehead.

You jump off of the counter and get undressed. Then you step into the warm bath and can feel all your pain melting away.

Aone then comes back with some bath bombs that he bought you the other day.

“For you my love,” he said handing you a bath bomb.

You dropped it into the water and watched it fizz into the water.

By the time you got Aone was already in the bath with you. He got yourself into his lap and peppered his face with kisses.

“I don’t know what I would do without you y/n,”he said.

KINKTOBER: breeding

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bokuto's thick cock is continuously stretching you out with each push in and out of you, the slow drag of his cock against the walls.

your boyfriend isn't known for being slow in the bedroom, bokuto always seem desperate for you and your body, unable to slow down but this time it's different and you know why.

you've stopped taking birth control.

your soft thighs are pressed up high, your ankles resting on his shoulder. "you're so gorgeous angel, he says breathlessly, his large hands squeezing the malleable flesh of your hips.

you turn your head to you side, shy and wanting to hide away from his golden eyes that look at you so lovingly and tenderly. bokuto chuckles loudly at your actions and kisses your ankle, making you look back at him and pout, he grins in return.

"you're gonna look so good with my cum spilling out of you angel-" he groans out, face still smiling brightly at you, his voice drops an octave,- "but it can't stay like that too long okay, you've got to keep it all inside. actually i have a great idea! even if my cum spills out i'll just give you more and more, you know how good my stamina is," he winks at you and you squeak, you know all too well about his stamina. you didn't realise originally that having a pro athlete as a boyfriend means that he can go for round after round after round, until you're the one that's checking out and asking for a break.

"don't worry angel, you'll be able to take it all." he grins. one of his hands that was holding onto your hip moves to your thigh, wrapping underneath and caressing your soft skin. he then puts you in a mating press- it's mean and it makes you suck your teeth. your soft body is folded and he keeps hammering away in you, brutally rubbing against your gummy walls.

as his arms move you see the way his arm muscles flex up to hold you, you see the visible veins that run along his hand and arms, you see his bulging biceps that you always look at. you look at your boyfriend everyday and every time you think him as adonis.

your thoughts are interrupted when bokuto keeps praising you, "you're doing so well for me, so perfect, so pretty, so- fffuck it's like your pussy is sucking me in." your face feels like it's burning the more he talks and he just keeps going, "god i can't wait until my cum takes and you get pregnant. you're going to look good. fucking hell angel no one would ever look better with that 'pregnant glow' then you will." his hips start to splutter in pace and his words get even more laboured and jumbled, "you're gonna be such a great mama, i'll fuck you as many times as it takes. we'll get a cot and paint the walls and we'll have so many kids we can start our own volleyball team," he doesn't know what he's saying at this point, words just spewing out, while you're nodding your head.

when he cums in you, you're breathing deeply, trying to catch your breath and bokuto is grinning again. he kisses your forehead, "you're so pretty angel."

you pout and swat his arm. "kou' shut up!" you whine.

he takes a pillow from beside your head and wordlessly holds onto your hips, two callused palms holding onto them, lifting you off the bed so you're hovering and with his thigh he's nudging the pillow underneath you, gently putting you back down and fixing the pillow at the angle he wants it to be with his hands, "this should help with stopping any spilling." you hum and hold his hand. he takes your hand up towards his mouth and chastely kisses it.

"just let me handle it all angel, daddy will make sure you'll be pregnant by next month." you don't remember when he started calling himself daddy, somewhere around the time of when you two started seriously started talking about having kids together. you could be wrong but it never sounded innocent when he said it though.

your eyebrow furrow, "wait a second, koutaro did you say something about a whole volleyball team?"

his eyes light up in joy.