#e.rotic

(e/c) eyes lazily scan the dance floor, deep wine colored lips wrapped around your straw suggestively as you finish your third glass of rum and coke.

although the club was lively, bodies grinding against one another in a drunken and lust-filled frenzy, it becomes boring after a while.

you needed something exciting, something new. something that would get your heart thudding in your chest and your lungs gasping for air. you were tired of this same old, tepid pace.

so when your eyes trailed lazily back to the bar and immediately connected with not one, but two pairs of eyes that were already locked on your figure, a bolt of electricity shot down your spine. maybe you had spoken too soon.

a small flirtatious smile made it’s way onto your wine-colored lips when neither men broke eye contact with you as you caught them staring. instead, they both chose to shoot you their own smiles back.

even from across the bar you could tell they were tall, easily towering over the people that surrounded them. the man on the left with the dark curly hair and sleepy eyes was taller than his light-haired companion with the cheeky grin to his right.

sleepy eyes’ grin was small and lazy, more of a smirk than anything. his dark hooded eyes roamed over your body, and the intensity behind those orbs made you feel as if he were undressing you right where you stood.

your thighs clench unconsciously, and sleepy eyes’ grin only grows wider, as if he knew the effect he already had on you.

trying to cool your flustered expression, you trail your eyes over to the man on his right. any hopes of fighting off the blush on your cheeks went down the drain the moment you locked eyes with his companion.

piercing eyes captivate yours, and you feel like you’ve suddenly been put underneath a spell. his eyes hold yours and you feel the room melt away, as if it were just the two of you alone.

plush lips part to swipe a tongue that changes colors under the lights across dry lips, and you barely hold back a whimper when you catch a glint of metal before it disappears back into his mouth.

unable to hold the intense eye contact any longer, you rip your gaze away from the man and settle it back on your empty drink, head tilted towards the floor as you struggle to regain your footing.

when you said you were waiting for something exciting and new to pop up, you didn’t necessarily mean for it to come in the form of two incredibly attractive strangers who you seemed to pique their interest from across the bar.

but you’re most definitely not complaining.

you shuddered as you recalled the way their eyes roamed over your body as if you were already undressed, greedily taking in the way your body curved and flowed.

there was a hint of familiarity in their gaze as well, as if they’ve seen your body before, devoured it before laying their eyes on you for the first time tonight.

not realizing how deep into your thoughts you were, you gasped in surprise when suddenly a warm hand came into your view, calloused fingers gently gripping your chin to force you to look up from your empty glass.

heat rushed through your body when your eyes connected with a sleepy pair, hooded lids barely containing amusement and a hint of lust behind swirling irises.

the tall man bends over to bring himself down to your height, lips brushing against your ear so you can hear him over the pounding music, and you think you imagine the feeling of cool metal against your skin.

“why such a concentrated look, cutie?” he rumbles into your ear, and if rough sex could have a voice it would definitely belong to this man. his voice is velvety, deep, and slightly raspy at the ends, like smoke curling past someone’s lips after they’ve taken a drag.

his scent invades your nose, cedarwood and hints of leather intoxicating your senses, and you have to refrain yourself from leaning your body into his.

instead, you lean back to level your gaze with his, lazily crossing your arms with a small smile curling your painted lips.

“just wishing i had another drink in me.” you purred, enjoying the way his eyes trail down to your exposed cleavage before trailing their way back up to your eyes, not forgetting to gaze at your lips while he was at it.

he chuckled as he ran a large hand through his inky curls, and you absentmindedly wondered what they would feel like under your fingers as you tugged on them.

“well, pretty thing,” he leered at you, one corner of his lips curling up into a half smile and it was at this moment that you realized that you hadn’t imagined the feeling of metal.

a thin ring was settled right in the middle of his plump bottom lip, and you couldn’t help but gulp when you watched his skin stretch even tighter around the piercing when his smile grew.

“i think i can fix that.”

just as you’re about to say your thanks, another large and warm hand shoots out to grab your wrist, and you nearly break your neck when you whip to your side to see who would be so bold as to just grab you out of nowhere.

the venomous retort on your tongue dies when you lock eyes with a familiar pair of intense orbs. a small blush fills your cheeks as light hair brings your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles, cheeky smile never leaving his lips.

without saying a word, he gently tugs you to your feet and jerks his chin in the direction of the dance floor. he wanted to dance with you.

you shift your gaze back to sleepy eyes for some assistance with his friend, but all he does is give you that same half-smile before shooing you away, turning to the bar to order your drink.

seeing as he was going to be no help, you allow the other man to drag you to the middle of the dance floor, secretly relishing in the way his large hands grip your waist and pull you onto his crotch as you grind and sway to the music.

getting a cheeky idea, you twist in his hold, now facing his chest as his hands never leave your waist. he cocks a thin eyebrow at you, a small smirk curling his lips as you smile up innocently at him.

swaying your hips to the music, you slide your hands up and around his neck, lightly scratching the base of his hairline as you bite your lip and give him a flirtatious wink. you giggle as you feel the slight groan that leaves his lips rather than hear it.

the smirk on his lips could only be described as devilish when he removes a hand from your waist to trail it up your body, lightly groping your breast before settling on the nape of your neck, eyes narrowing at the soft moan you released when he gave you a gentle squeeze.

the prominent feeling of his hard cock grinding against you through your dress already has your panties growing damp, but you couldn’t feel bothered to care.

he released your throat to bring his fingers up to cup your cheek, and his eyes darken when you slip his thumb into your mouth and suck when he goes to brush against your lips.

your body feels as if you’ve been put under a spell as you stare into his eyes. your only mission is to please this man and his partner by any means necessary.

another groan rumbles from his chest when you swirl your tongue around his digit before pulling off of it with a pop, and light hair is quick to wrap his hand around your neck and pull you close.

his breath is sweet with the faint stench of alcohol, no doubt from what he was drinking earlier.

a whimper escapes you when he pulls you even closer, running his nose along your jaw before settling his lips by your ear.

“you like playing with fire, pretty girl? cause it seems to me like you’re in the mood to get burned.” he growls into your ear, voice low and smooth like silk.

your panties are undoubtedly drenched by now when he finally pulls you into a searing kiss, cock still grinding against your aching core as you tighten your grip on his neck.

his kiss is dominant and demanding, eager tongue plunging into your mouth, and your delighted when you feel the distinct metal of his tongue piercing drag along your own muscle.

you continue making out with the ridiculously hot stranger before pulling away with a gasp as another body comes up behind you, sandwiching you in the middle.

you moan lightly when another hard cock is ground against your ass, ring adorned fingers coming up to wrap around your throat and tilt your head back until your heady gaze is met with those lustfully hooded eyes again.

“well now isn’t this a sweet treat,” sleepy eyes muses as you whine and grind against his cock, already helpless and they’ve haven’t done a single thing to you.

“what a naughty little thing, letting two strangers grind against your body and touch on you like this.” he continues, eyes leaving yours to meet with his partners across your head.

you can’t see the grin light hair shoots his friend but you can definitely feel a pair of nimble fingers disappear under your dress, lightly stroking your soaking core before teasing your clit.

sleepy eyes grins darkly at the sight of your eyes widening in shock, cute brows immediately furrowing as you moan softly at the pleasure, hips grinding onto the two fingers.

the whine you let out when light hair pulls his fingers away almost makes him feel bad, but the sight of your shocked expression when he offers his fingers to his partner to taste your slick makes up for it.

sleepy eyes takes his fingers into his mouth, groaning at your essence as he laps it off of his partners digits, shooting him a small wink at the slightly flustered expression on his face.

turning his gaze back to you, he grins wolfishly before bringing his lips down to your ear again. “let’s introduce ourselves, hm? that way you know who’s names your gonna be screaming by the end of tonight.”

you nod dumbly at his words, still dazed by his previous ministrations, thighs clenching as he releases his hold on your neck and angles your head to look at the man across from you.

“my name’s hanamaki takahiro, sweetheart.” hanamaki winks at you, trailing his still wet finger across his lips before flicking out his tongue to swipe across the flesh, watching how your eyes stay trained on his piercing.

sleepy eyes grinds his cock against your ass again, pulling a whimper from you as he rumbles his name into your ear.

“and i’m matsukawa issei, pretty thing.” he groans into your ear as you grind your ass back against him, his hold on your waist just under hanamaki’s grip tightening.

“i’m (y/n),” you reply breathlessly, flushing under the cute smile hanamaki sends your way, lips barely brushing as he dips head close to yours.

“a pretty name for a pretty girl.” he murmurs softly before pressing a quick peck to your lips, laughing slightly when you try to chase him as he pulls away.

the two men lock eyes above your head before hanamaki drops his hands from your waist and matsukawa spins you around so your facing him.

you crane your neck up to meet his eyes, and you can’t repress the startled gasp when you see his dark irises have been replaced by a glowing purple, nearly the same shade as the lights bouncing off of you from above.

your heart is pounding in your chest when hanamaki joins him on your right side, expressive eyes narrowed in lust as his irises have also been replaced by the same purple in matsukawa’s.

your body feels like it’s locked in place, the urge to tear your eyes away from their gaze practically nonexistent. you should feel scared, terrified of these men who clearly aren’t human, yet you can’t find yourself willing to part from them.

they both smile fanged smiles when they realize you aren’t running from them, already caught in their trap. matsukawa tugs you closer as hanamaki brings a soft hand up to cup your cheek.

“why don’t you come home with us, pretty girl?” hanamaki coos at you, bright eyes swirling with lust and mischief.

“we’ll take good care of you, scouts honor.” matsukawa can’t hold back his snort at makki’s words, muttering “scouts honor my ass” under his breath which hanamaki snickers at.

you can’t help the nervous shiver down your spine, the daunting task of taking on these two men men? suddenly presenting itself to you.

“but i’ve never... been with... two before…” you trail off weakly, and both men have to repress the urge to just rip off your clothes and take you there when you gaze up at them with those glassy doe eyes.

“don’t you worry your pretty little head, gorgeous.” matsukawa reassures you, giving your waist a comforting squeeze. “we’ll walk you through it and make sure you enjoy yourself tonight. what do you say?”

you miss the sinister looks in their eyes as you nod your head yes. you had no idea what you just agreed to.

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“issei!” you moan out, eyes clenched shut as you pressed your face further into the mattress, fists clenching the wrinkled sheets until your knuckles turned white.

a swift spank rang across your ass cheek, forcing another choked moan from your lips as mattsun kneads your flesh, appreciating the way your skin looks all marked up and red.

“that’s the wrong name, baby girl.” he tuts out disappointedly, grinning wickedly as he adds a second thick finger into your tight ass, slowly easing it in before spreading them apart.

a cute squeal leaves your flush lips at the burning stretch, head coming up as tears of pain and pleasure sting your eyes.

“daddy~!”

“there we fucking go.” mattsun groans out, pumping his fingers steadily into you, hungry eyes never leaving the delicious way your back arches as he crooks and twists his fingers around inside you.

you could barely focus on the words leaving his mouth, cute little cunt clenching around nothing as he further stretched your ass

“we wanna make sure you’re nice and prepared for us, pretty thing.” you remember makki whispering to you as they shedded your clothes the moment they got you into their bedroom.

speaking of makki, a black and thin tail trailed the edge of your jaw, spade-tipped end coming to rest under your chin and force your hazy gaze upwards.

(e/c) eyes met a smiling pair of glowing purple, makki’s pink hair glowing under the dim bedroom light as he smiled down on you, his curled horns glinting dimly in the light.

“she looks so fucked out, issei. whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” makki coos out, smirking when he brings up a palm to your face and you lean into it, moaning even louder as mattsun continues preparing your ass for later.

but stretching your ass out wasn’t makki’s concern, though you did look adorable all close eyed and flushed. right now, makki was more concerned with how your plush lips would feel on his throbbing cock.

feeling something hot and wet nudge your lips, you open your eyes to be greeted with makki’s throbbing length. you drooled at the sight of it. both of these men had been blessed in the cock department, but what exactly do you expect when you’re fucking a incubus?

makki’s length was long and thick, flushed red tip steadily leaking precum, and you could see his pulse in the long vein that ran on the side of it. you can only imagine what it’d feel like inside of you.

as if reading your mind, makki smiles down at your awed expression, kneeling in front of you as he lightly taps his leaking tip against your lips. “open up pretty girl, the faster you suck my cock the faster i can split that pretty pussy apart.”

he laughed at the desperate whine you let out, tapping his tip against your parted lips again. “what do you say about that?”

you flush as you press a quick kiss to his tip, shyly dragging your tongue across the slit to avoid answering his question. a hiss rang from makki before he grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged, causing to to yelp.

mattsun took that opportunity to squeeze in a third finger, relishing in the way you tightened around his digits in pain and pleasure. you were gonna feel heavenly around his cock, no pun intended.

(yeah it was.)

makki jerked your head around again when you took too long to answer him, glowing eyes looking down on you harshly as you cried out.

“answer me when i’m talking to you, (y/n), or i might not play so fucking nice with you next time.” he growled out.

your heart jumped at the idea of a next time, but you pushed that to the back of your mind, swallowing your pride as you shyly looked into his eyes, embarrassed.

“i like the sound of that…” you murmured out quietly, quickly averting your eyes as you hoped that would be enough to appease him.

makki’s eyes hardened as he slapped his cock roughly against your cheek, causing you to squeal. “you like the sound of that, what?” his cold tone made you realize his patience was wearing thin.

“i like the sound of that, sir!” you whimpered out, and you relaxed when the harsh look in his eyes was replaced with that soft satisfied look again.

“there we go, sweetheart. that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you bit back a whimper as he slowly dragged his tip across your lips, lightly nudging them further apart as you panted from mattsun’s fingers in your ass.

without warning, makki thrusted his cock past your lips, filling your mouth quickly as mattsun slammed particularly hard into you.

you choked on his cock as you squealed, eyes rolling back into your head as both men began a fast pace, rocking themselves in and out of your body as you laid there and took it.

“fuck, pretty girl, your mouth feels really - shit! good!” makki panted out, gripping your head firmly as he fucked himself further down your throat.

you gagged around his thick length as he pushed further into your throat, and he let out a loud moan when you swallowed around him reflexively.

“shit!” he groaned, and one of his hands left your hair to lightly grip your throat, feeling it bulge from his cock. “fuck, babygirl, do that again! issei, you gotta feel this.”

mattsun’s unoccupied hand came up to rest against your throat just as you swallowed around makki’s length again. both men let out a moan at the feeling, and mattsun pulled his fingers from your entrance, causing you to whine.

“don’t worry pretty girl, you won’t be empty for long.” before you could process his words, you felt the fat head of mattsun’s cock press against your asshole, slicked up with lube as he pushes in, hands spreading your ass cheeks apart.

you force yourself off of makki’s cock as you grip his thighs tightly, nails digging into his flesh as you cry at the feeling of mattsun splitting your ass in two.

makki lowers himself onto the bed as he cups your face, cooing to you softly as he gently wipes away the fat tears rolling down your cheeks with his thumb.

“fuck she’s tight.” mattsun swears as he continues to sink further into your ass.

you hiccup at the stretch, vision swimming with tears as his fat cock continues to enter you for what feels like forever. how much more of him can you take?

“d-daddy!” you hiccup out, and the watery tone of your pain laced voice causes him to stop only two-thirds of the way into your ass. his hand comes up to rub soothing circles into your lower back.

he leans over your figure, pressing warm kisses to your shaking spine as you struggle to accommodate his length in you. “i’m sorry pretty girl, does it hurt?”

you whimper as you nod your head, back bowed and eyes clenched shut as you fisted the sheets tightly.

mattsun and makki shared the same look with a frown on their lips, and mattsun continued to rub your lower back as he peppered your back with kisses.

“i’m sorry pretty girl, you know i don’t mean to hurt you,” he murmurs against your spine. “you just gotta relax for me, sweetheart. then you’ll feel really good.”

you shook your head again, thighs still trembling. “t-too big, daddy!” you gasp out, and a small smile curls mattsun’s lips before he wipes it away as he coos at you.

“i know sweetheart, but i also know you can take it. just relax for me, pretty girl, can you do that for me?”

with a shaky nod from you, makki peppers your face with kisses, licking away your tears as his hands travel lower until he reaches your chest.

a soft moan escapes your lips as he fondles your breasts, slim fingers rolling and pinching your nipples until they’re nice and hard for him.

mattsun releases a shaky sigh as he feels you loosen up around his cock, but you still have a bit more to go before he can move again.

you let out a soft gasp as you felt the distinct feeling of mattsun’s tail in between your legs, spade-tipped end flicking and rubbing against your clit.

mattsun let out a breathy chuckle as you moaned from the stimulation, body loosening up even further until he finally slid all the way in, his hips pressed flush against your ass. “there we go, sweetheart. just relax.”

he stayed like that for a minute, letting you accommodate to his size before gently rocking his hips to test where things were. a surprised moan fell from your lips as you placed your forehead against the sheets, lightly rocking against his cock.

you’ve never felt so full in your life, and you had absolutely no idea how you were supposed to take both of them.

mattsun took your moan as a sign to continue, and this time he pulled back a little further before thrusting into you firmly, but not too much to overwhelm you.

“oooh daddy!” you squealed out in pleasure, and makki shot mattsun a grin that mattsun returned, gripping your hips firmly as he lightly thrusted into your ass.

“i told you it’d feel good, princess.” mattsun chuckled as you met each of his thrusts, pace slightly picking up along with your moans ringing through the room. “ohh fuck.” he groaned out as he sped up, biting his lip as he fucked steadily into your ass.

you were drooling into the sheets at this point, mind completely blank as mattsun drilled into you, headboard slamming lightly against the wall from the force of his thrusts.

the pleasure was so overwhelming that you didn’t even realize he stopped thrusting into you and makki slipping under you until you felt his cock nudge against your cunt.

you lifted your head in shock as your eyes met his, and makki only smiled at you as he pressed into you, moaning at how tight and wet you were.

“ohhh my fucking god.” you choked out, resting your head against makki’s shoulder as you shook in their hold, the feeling of being impossibly stuffed intensifying as makki finally bottomed out inside of you.

you panted harshly against his skin, and when you felt two pairs of hands squeeze you in question, you couldn’t help the breathless chuckle at their concern.

“i’m green guys, it’s okay.” you lifted your head to peer into makki’s glowing irises that were swimming with lust and concern. leaning in close, you captured his lips with yours, twisting your tongue around his as you played with his piercing.

when you guys parted you were panting, hooded eyes never leaving his. “c’mon, sir!” you whined as you lightly rocked your hips.

a choked moan left makki’s lips as his grip on your waist tightened. a similar sound came from mattsun behind you, and you turned around to gaze into his eyes as well. “you too, daddy.”

“i thought you guys were going to take ‘real good care of me’ tonight?” the condescending tone of your voice broke the men out of their temporary reverie, and both growled as they both pulled out and thrusted back into you at the same time.

a choked groan left your lips as they stuffed you full again, and you let out another breathy laugh that ended in a moan as makki leaned forward to bite your neck.

“please wreck me, daddy. i wanna cum all over your fat cocks, sir.”

you knew you were in for trouble the moment both of them snarled, and a wail escaped your swollen lips as they both began pounding into you, flesh slamming against flesh as they fucked you within an inch of your life.

as mattsun railed your ass harshly and makki snapped his hips deeply into your cunt, pelvis grinding against your clit with each thrusts, you made peace with yourself that if this is how you died, at least you’d see them in hell.

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with a final cry and the stuttering of hips, all three of you collapsed onto the sheets bonelessly, gasping for air as you came down from your highs.

both men pulled out of your abused holes, a smug satisfaction filling them as they watched their seed ooze from your twitching body.

they both laid down on either side of you, makki snuggling into your neck on your right as mattsun rested his chin on your head to your left.

“i think…” you panted, still trying to catch your breath. mattsun hummed and makki began tracing patterns onto your stomach, waiting for you to continue.

“i think… that may have been the best session yet.” both men laughed as they agreed with you, hugging your body closer to them.

“like for real. you guys were so convincing in the club, i nearly forgot we were role playing.” makki chuckled into your neck before sighing in content as you rubbed his horns.

he always loved when you played with his horns after a particularly steamy round in the bedroom.

“yeah, that was a pretty good round.” mattsun concluded as he got comfortable, lazily wrapping his tail around your waist, pressing a smile into your hair when he felt makki’s intertwine with his over your skin.

mattsun raised himself to press a sweet kiss against your lips, tugging makki by his hair to pull him from your neck to give him his as well.

makki’s whines were short lived as he melted into his boyfriend’s kiss, and once they broke apart, he smiled into yours as you pressed one against his lips as well.

finally relaxing into your bed, limbs all tangled with one another, you all began drifting to sleep. just as the boys were about to go under, your sweet voice rang out into the quiet night air.

“i love you two so much, you have no idea.”

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you frowned softly at your boyfriend’s run down figure, narrow eyes looking downright zombie-ish as he slouched into the living room.

a weak “i’m home” barely registered in your ears, and your heart ached for him, knowing how tiring practice could be.

you had been in the kitchen just finishing up dinner when you heard the sound of keys being entered into the lock.

you were excited to see your boyfriend after being alone for a majority of the day, and it was understandable that you practically launched out of the kitchen to greet him when he entered.

recently he’s been spending more and more time at practice as one of his big games drew closer, and you can’t really blame him for wanting to perfect everything before the game. you adored how serious he takes the sport.

but if you’re being honest with yourself, you have been feeling rather needy lately, and suna spending so much time away wasn’t helping.

suna would disappear from your shared bed just as the sun was rising, pressing a chaste but loving kiss against your sleepy forehead before whispering he’ll be back.

and sometimes he wouldn’t arrive back home until well after dark, barely having enough energy to pull you to his chest before drifting off, exhausted from the day’s training.

you know he feels bad for not being able to spend as much time with you lately, and although you brushed it off by saying you didn’t mind, he wanted to make it up to you.

so when you awoke that morning to find that suna had already left, you felt bummed that you missed his good morning kiss until you checked your phone.

you saw a text from him sent at nearly 06:30 in the morning, about two hours earlier than when he’d normally leave for practice.

sunarin 🐱 💦 06:28 - i convinced coach to start practice a little earlier so me nd the rest of the team could have a early night in. i love you dork, see u when i get home

the excited screech you let out would’ve woken up the neighbors if you had any around you, and you could barely contain your glee at having your sleepy eyes boyfriend home early for once.

the rest of the day was a blur as you rushed around your cozy home tidying up and preparing dinner, different scenarios running through your head about what you two were gonna do when he finally got home.

your thighs clenched slightly at the thought of finally have suna all to yourself in the bedroom, and your need for him to come home was reaching an all time high. ‘finally, we can do more than just a quick kiss…’

but the moment those usually sharp pale yellow eyes locked tiredly with yours, dull and exhausted, it was understandable that you felt a twinge of disappointment and frustration as you silently resigned yourself to a quiet and early night in.

deep down you knew it wasn’t his fault that his coach drained them until they were dry, so you swallowed your disappointment the moment you felt it.

you could always have him to yourself another night.

although you were practically a master at hiding your true emotions to anyone, slapping on a smile and kind eyes that could fool even the toughest detective, suna rintarou was not just anyone.

he could see the traces of disappointment and sexual frustration lurking behind your warm eyes as you offered him a soothing and genuine smile, rushing over to grab his sports bag to put away.

he watched the way you gazed at him with adoration as you gave him a sweet kiss on his check before going to hang his bag in the room, telling him to relax and that you’d bring him dinner in a sec.

you may convince everyone and even yourself, but you couldn’t get past him.

after being by your side for nearly twenty years, suna could confidently say that he was good at reading you, even the you that you tried to hide away.

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you and suna rintarou were a classic case of childhood best friends to lovers. your mothers were practically attached at the hips since their childhood, so it only made sense for the two of you to be inseparable since birth.

thankfully, you guys ended up getting along with each other, and you two became attached at the hips as well just like your mothers, maybe even more so.

watching the two of you interact with one another as you grew up was always an amusing sight to your cooing parents who were secretly hoping you two would end up together when you were older.

suna and you complimented each other unknowingly. he was always the ice to your fire, the moon to your sun; always there to bring counter you whenever your emotions got the best of you.

while you both were generally well behaved and good children, your mannerisms couldn’t be more unlike each other if you tried.

where suna was usually an indifferent and relaxed child, going with the flow and never starting a fuss, you were always known to be a bit of a crybaby, your emotions overruling your logic sometimes.

at age seven, when your parents had told the two of you that you couldn’t go to the park when you asked because the sun was getting ready to set and it was getting late out, they already knew what was going to happen.

your cute little bottom lip would jut out and begin to quiver and your eyes would begin to tear up, and both sets of parents just sighed as they prepared to deal with another one of your rare cases of bratiness.

so imagine their surprise when little suna, always so passive and indifferent, came up to your trembling form and wrapped his arms around you in a loose hug.

he was muttering how the two of you could go to the park tomorrow as he continued hugging you, pale eyes narrowed softly as he calmed you down with his words.

both parents watched in shock at how quickly suna was able to bring you down from your impending tantrum with just a hug and a couple of choice sentences.

your mothers choked on their spit while your fathers stifled their laughs when they heard suna mumble out “and please don’t cry, you always get snot everywhere.”

from that day forward, suna became your pacifier. whenever things were about to turn ugly and your lip began to tremble or your eyes had that fire in them, it was always suna who swooped in and brought you back down to earth.

(as the two of you got older, his choice of words to calm you down evolved as well, so don’t worry)

the two of you never left each other’s sides all throughout elementary school, and even when most kids branch off in middle school, especially a girl/boy duo, the two of you yet again shocked your parents by sticking through.

this continued on into high school as well, and both of you continued to hide your growing feelings for one another, never revealing them until your second year at inarizaki high.

suna was quick to convince you to become the team’s manager when he joined the boys volleyball club, and the team loved your sweet but feisty and sarcastic attitude.

when growing up with suna rintarou as your best friend, you had to have some backbone to combat his dry humor and biting teases.

the members of the club adored you, some a little more than others.

miya atsumu had a gift for pisisng people off whether he realized it or not, and deciding that causally flirting with the middle blocker’s best friend was totally okay. absolutely nothing could go wrong, right?

oh, you poor, piss haired sewer rat.

to be fair, looking back on it years later, the two of you should be thanking atsumu for flirting with you that day.

if he hadn’t, then suna may have never realized how much he had fallen for you over the years of being by your side.

the fear suna felt run through him made his heart freeze when he saw the way you blushed when atsumu had whispered something in your ear during a break at practice.

the way his heart clenched when you laughed at one of his jokes, eyes alight and shining brightly made suna realize he didn’t want you looking at anyone like that but him.

although he kinda felt guilty for the bloody nose he gave atsumu when he “accidentally” spiked the ball directly into his face just as he was about to whisper something else in your ear, he never apologized.

and later that evening, as the two of you stood at the entrance to your street leading towards your homes, (you lived across the road from each other), suna kissed you as the sun set, confessing on the spot.

he wasn’t a particularly emotional person, leaving that to you, but he couldn’t help the way his eyes watered slightly from happiness when you just smiled that dazzling smile and kissed him again.

~~~~

now, with both of you at twenty-two years old and happily living together, the only thing left to do was get married, but suna wasn’t trying to rush towards that yet.

that’s how suna knows when you’re hiding something from him. and with the way your eyes subtly linger on his form as he strips to change out of his sweaty clothes and into something comfier, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what you want.

luckily for you, suna rintarou decided that being a genius is suddenly overrated.

————————

you sighed in content the moment you settled yourself on suna’s lap, burying your face in his neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

you could feel the tension in his body relax at your warm weight, long arms coming to loosely wrap around your waist as he settled deeper into the couch.

suna knew he missed your presence, but he never realized how starved he was of your touch until you slowly began scratching his hair at the top of his neck soothingly, placing gentle kisses to his flesh.

he practically melted into a warm puddle and squeezed you a tad bit tighter, smiling softly at the way you giggled and continued your ministrations.

“i swear rin, if you were a cat you’d be purring right now.” you teased as your fingers never left his hair. all suna did was give a light amused huff, and you both settled into silence.

this was nice. you could be content with just this. having suna in your arms and relaxed against your couch is more than you’ve had in a while, and you tried to convince yourself that it was enough.

but suna could pick up on the way your kisses lingered a little too long against his neck without you realizing what you were doing, the way your thighs twitched gently from your straddled position in his lap.

you were trying so hard to stay still for him, not wanting to be a bother especially after such a tiring practice today, but you just couldn’t help it.

just the thought of his thick and long cock spearing you open had your thighs twitching again, but you made yourself relax as you took in a deep breath, filling your nose with the scent of him.

‘this is enough.’

as you fought to relax yourself and rid the dirty thoughts from your mind, you didn’t realize that your boyfriend had caught on to your mental battle.

he knew what you wanted, and to be honest he wanted to fuck just as badly as you did, but he just couldn’t find it within himself to put out the effort. so instead, another idea came to mind.

“y’know, if you wanted to sit on my cock so badly, you could’ve just told me, (y/n).” suna remarked nonchalantly and you froze in his lap, face burning at being caught while acting needy.

you buried your face deeper into his neck, denying his words. “never said i wanted to sit on your cock, dumbass…” you muttered into his neck, and suna raised a thin eyebrow in disbelief.

now out of all times, you wanted to be a brat?

“oh? so i misinterpreted things?” he mused and he rolled his eyes when you simply nodded into his neck, refusing to admit defeat.

you startled when you felt his large hands begin to move you off his lap, and you whipped your head up to look at him in confusion and concern.

suna leveled your gaze with that same eyebrow raised at you in amusement. “what? i thought you just wanted to just wanted to relax tonight and not sit on my cock?”

you whimpered in embarrassment but suna kept up with his act, wanting to see how long it’d take for you to break and finally beg.

so he continued to push you off of him slowly until you finally caved with a whine, locking yourself firmly on his lap as you gripped his arms in desperation.

a smug smirk curled his lips as he watched you begin to grind against him softly, big doe eyes staring up at him with all the lust and desperation you’ve been holding back for the past week.

“please rin,” you whined, slowly gyrating your hips into his, growing more frantic when you felt his cock rise and press against you through his sweats.

“i wanna be full of your cock so badly, please! i’ve been waiting like a good girl.” you whined, and suna groaned at how wanton you sounded, (s/c) cheeks dusted lightly with your blush.

you nearly cried when suna wordlessly pulled you up and began slipping your shorts and panties down. you eagerly stood up and wiggled out of them.

kicking them somewhere in the living room, you watched with hungry eyes as suna pulled his own sweats and underwear down.

his cock sprang free from its confines, and you began drooling at how hard he was already, fat tip flushed red and leaking precum down the side.

the vein trailing down its side was pulsing angrily with his heartbeat, and you knew he was just as frustrated with the lack of intimacy as you.

already coating your inner thighs with your arousal, you wasted no time situating yourself back in his lap, hovering your twitching entrance over his thick cock.

with firm hands on your waist as you held onto his shoulder, you both choked out moans as you slowly but surely impaled yourself on his cock.

you nearly cried as he stretched your walls apart, relishing in the feeling of being so full again.

as he finally bottomed out, plush tip jamming firmly against your cervix, you stared up at your boyfriend with love and lust swirling in your eyes, desperate to move.

suna hissed at the way you seemed even tighter than he remembered, wet walls clasping around him like velvet.

the urge to thrust into your tight heat until you were screaming his name made him almost feral, and he nearly began bucking his hips up when he remembered how you wanted to play coy and bratty earlier.

so he decided to do the next best thing.

bringing his face close to yours until your lips were barely brushing against one another, suna pulled you into a searing kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist as you eagerly kissed him back.

it was wet and messy with the desperation between the two of you, his tongue wasting no time to slip into your mouth and re-familiarize himself with your flavor.

you moaned into the kiss and tried to lift your hips to start moving, but suna’s grip on you kept you from rising. breaking away from him, you stared at him in confusion, lips wet and shiny.

“rin?” you questioned but your boyfriend simply ignored you, reaching to his side for the remote to the tv before switching it on and randomly clicking on a channel.

you stared at him in disbelief as the sound of guy fieri’s voice came softly from the flatscreen, and suna resisted the urge to smile as he settled back down, wrapping his arms around you again before leaning his chin on your shoulder.

there was no way he was gonna keep you like this, right?

but to your dismay, the longer the two of you sat there, suna’s cock hard and pulsing within your tight walls, the more jittery and whiny you became when he didn’t move.

you were desperate for some sort of friction, anything to ease the tension you felt throbbing in your core, but suna was having no of it.

you tried to wiggle in his arms, whimpering slightly as you jostled his cock within you, his member shifting to rub lightly against your g-spot.

a hiss left suna’s lips when you squirmed around, walls tightening as you desperately tried to get some friction.

a sharp cry left your lips when a heavy palm came cracking down against your ass cheek, halting your movements as you rested your forehead against his clothed chest, whimpering in pain and pleasure.

suna growled lowly into your ear, palm never leaving your stinging flesh as he gripped you tightly.

“now you wanna move?” he scoffed. “i thought you didn’t want my cock in you earlier, hm?”

“but i took it back and asked you for it!” you whined and suna pulled you back to gaze into your eyes.

even though he was your boyfriend, he was your best friend first, and you forgot how mean he could be when teasing you.

“you did, huh?” he scoffed again when you nodded your head rapidly, clenching around him again to try and entice him to move.

“well i’m just giving you what you wanted, baby girl. you wanted to sit on my cock, so you are.” you whimpered in despair when he stared directly into your eyes with a malicious gleam.

“i’m tired from practice and you feel so good around me,” he bucked his hips up into you lightly to emphasize his point, and you moaned wantonly as he hit your g-spot directly.

“so be a good girl for me and keep me warm. can you do that?”

suna smiled when you weakly nodded your head, sniffling quietly as your eyes began to fill with tears. he cooed as a couple drops fell to stream down your cheeks.

“my pretty little crybaby.” he mused as he brought a hand up to wipe your tears away. you let him do as he pleased and sat still for him like a good girl.

your earlier thought of retiring early tonight flashed by you, and you realized just how wrong your assumptions were.

—————————

suna was ninety-five percent sure that if he edged you one more time tonight and didn’t let you cum, he’d be a single man by the morning.

you were a crying, shivering mess in his lap at this point. your tears were soaking the fabric by his chest just as your drooling cunt was soaking the fabric of his sweats.

for hours now, the sun having gone down around the third or fifth time of you nearly reaching your climax, suna has been edging you as you warmed his cock.

eyes never leaving the tv, he would slowly grind against you till you were whining loudly in his ear.

sometimes if he felt you were getting too comfortable, eyes almost slipping shut in exhaustion, he would suddenly thrust harshly into your core, smashing directly into your g-spot before stilling again.

he began to feel particularly bad after holding you over the edge before pulling you away last time. your big (e/c) eyes were red from crying, tears freely flowing down your cheeks.

you were shaking like a leaf in his lap, hiccups jolting you every now and then as you tried to cling onto your fading orgasm as it died back down. but you were his good girl, not once trying to move in his lap.

that didn’t stop you from begging him, however.

in the beginning, suna just toned out your begging, keeping his attention on guy fieri driving around looking for the best diner’s, drive-in’s, and dives.

but when he finally decided to look down at you, your words slowly flowing through his ears again, his heart clenched and his dick throbbed at the sight of you practically destroyed on his lap.

so suna decided to take pity on you and actually began thrusting into you at a consistent pace, his own patience stretched thin at the feeling of your insides pulsing so tightly against him for hours.

but he stopped the moment you shook your head, weak fists coming to beat on his chest in retaliation.

he had to strain his hearing to catch onto your words, but when he did, his heart practically shattered when you were quietly crying on his lap.

“n-no more… i c-can’t t-take it!” you whimpered, and suna wrapped his arms securely around your form, whispering sweet praises into your hair as he gently rocked you back and forth. “y-you’re just g-gonna stop again...”

“it’s okay pretty girl, shh. don’t cry.” he murmured to you as you relaxed in his arms, no longer shaking but tears still dripping down your cheeks.

“i’m not gonna tease you anymore, you’ve been so good for me.” he whispered into your hair.

“can i make you feel good, (y/n)?” he asked you calmly, and he smiled when you shyly nodded your head.

“please make me feel good, rinrin. i missed you.” you sounded so small and sweet in his arms, so suna decided to finally give you what you’ve been craving for.

keeping his arms locked around your waist, he hooked his chin on your shoulder as he began to piston his hips into yours, cock pumping into you at a steady pace as he began to push you towards your orgasm for the last time.

you wailed as you finally received the constant pressure of his cock filling your insides, hitting your g-spot with deadly accuracy as you tipped dangerously close to the edge.

you both weren’t gonna last long and suna knew that, so he winded his hand down between your bodies and connected his fingers with your aching clit.

rubbing firm circles into your sensitive nub, suna brought you right to the cliff, and this time, he allowed you to fall over.

you came on his cock with a silent cry, eyes wide as tears streamed down your cheeks. the force of you clenching around him forced suna to meet his end as well, a low groan leaving his lips as he slowly pumped his hips into yours, filling your cunt to the brim.

suna snaked his hand back up to wrap around your waist, burying his tired face into your breasts, refusing to let go as you both caught your breath, boneless after such a drawn out session.

he melted into your chest when you tiredly brought a hand up to lazily run through his hair, and this time you swore he began purring.

still connected to one another, you both began drifting off on the couch, the tv’s low hum helping you both settle into much needed rest.

you fell asleep first, cheek resting on the top of his head as you both reclined into the plush couch. suna could feel your even breaths and steady heartbeat, and smiled into your flesh before drifting off himself.

“god, i’m so lucky to have a best friend like you. i wonder what cut of diamond you prefer?”

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but skip ahead to your last year of high school and you were to mention his name? suddenly the crowd would be alive with chatter, the air practically buzzing.

what had changed?

yamaguchi was a nobody his first year of high school because he didn’t want to be anybody.

since elementary school, yamaguchi always relied on someone else to tell him what to do; for someone to hold his hand and make his actions for him.

and for a while, he was content with that. from such a young age he believed that others were more wise and inept to tell him what to do than himself.

he trailed behind his best friend, tsukishima, and when they entered high school and met you, he trailed behind you for a while, too.

the day yamaguchi met you in the middle of his first year of high school, an unknown feeling embedded itself deeply in his chest. faint, but still there.

you had fit so seamlessly into his and tsukki’s little bubble that it almost seemed as if you were destined to have been friends with them.

you were incredibly smart (you were in the same class as them), you were witty enough to keep up with tsukki’s sass, but also kind and patient, lending an ear whenever he felt that he wasn’t good enough.

your never ending kindness sparked something in yamaguchi, and all he wanted to do was to give you everything you wanted. no matter what it was.

he was drawn to you because you were assertive, confident - a natural born leader. and to yamaguchi, you may as well have hung the moon and the stars in the sky just for him.

it made sense to anyone as to why he fell in love with you - you were all the things he wasn’t.

you realized even before you and yamaguchi began dating that he was more reliant on others than most, and it broke your heart.

even though he couldn’t see it, you recognized the potential in yamaguchi to be better than what he was now. he was such a caring and hardworking young man, he just needed that little extra push.

he recognized when to take charge, he just couldn’t see himself as the one to step up to the plate. in his head, there was always someone else to take the position, someone better than him.

so you decided to change that.

through the years of being with one another, you two slowly learned everything there was to know about each other, and you used that to your advantage.

slowly but surely, you helped yamaguchi overcome his dependability of others. you helped him grow confident in his skin and helped him realize his potential to lead instead of being lead.

like a farmer waiting for your crops to bloom, you watched him flourish with a deep pride.

but as much as you wanted to take all the credit for yourself, you knew that his friends on the team stood by yamaguchi’s side the entire time.

during your last year of high school, which only felt like yesterday (it was literally last year), you could still vividly recall the feeling of pure shock and absolute pride when ukai presented the captain’s jersey to your speechless boyfriend, the bold number one staring right back at him.

when his clear brown eyes met yours, that fire you’ve been waiting to see finally ignited in his irises, you knew your work was done.

now all that was left was to reap the benefits.

———————

you laughed at the loud belch that left tanaka’s mouth while tsukishima rolled his eyes in disgust.

all of karasuno’s old volleyball team sat around a large table outside the cafe, easily catching up with one another and sharing laughs and stories over drinks and food.

you smiled softly at the comfortable chatter of all your friends, chest warm as you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you. ‘this feels just like taking a break during practice freshman year.’

back then everything felt so simple, the only goal they had in mind was to make it to nationals. and although all of that was in the past, it still brought a sense of comfort to you.

your musings were cut short when you felt a firm but gentle pressure on your thigh, a familiar large hand squeezing you comfortingly.

you brought your eyes to meet with the hands owner, and yamaguchi smiled softly when you raised a questioning eyebrow at him, lips pulled into a cheeky grin.

“what? do i have something on my face or do you just want a picture?” hinata snickered at your teasing words and yamaguchi rolled his eyes playfully.

“although a picture would be nice, i just wanted to know what you were thinking of, love.”

a soft smile replaced your mischievous grin from before and you looked around the table full of all of your closest friends, eyes full of happiness.

“oh it’s nothing, honestly.” you muse, pushing around a stray strawberry from the cake tsukishima insisted they ordered after lunch. “all this just reminded me of our first year of high school, s’all. y’know, like the breaks during practice.”

“i can kinda see what you mean.” daichi hummed while asahi and suga nodded along sagely.

“oh? if this is going back to your guys’s first year, does that mean yamaguchi is still being lead around by (y/n)?”

noya’s loud voice carried across the table, and suddenly, everyone’s eyes were on you and your boyfriend.

“hah?” you questioned, headed tilted to the side in confusion. yamaguchi rolled his eyes again while the table snickered to themselves.

“oh don’t play dumb, (y/n)! we all know that you basically had a leash on yams all throughout high school.” tanaka remarked playfully, waving his hand causally through the air.

“yeah! it was like you wore the pants in the relationship, not yamaguchi.” hinata joined in with a mouth full of cake, and you stared them down flabbergasted. your face flushed as even the third years nodded their heads in agreement.

“yeah, and it seems like she’s still wearing ‘em.” kageyama muttered and you choked on your spit while noya and tanaka howled.

yamaguchi scoffed, face pinkening as a playful smile curled his lips at his friends teasing. some things never change, it seems.

“what? do i really still seem like a pushover?” yamaguchi joked, but his eyes widened slightly in shock as the whole table nodded seriously.

some (see: tanaka and noya) even wiggled their eyebrows suggestively at the young couple. “yup, i bet (y/n) even takes charge in the bedroom, too.”

the mortified sound that left your lips fell on deaf ears as the table erupted in a bunch of juvenile hoots and hollers as yamaguchi lightly spluttered over his words, cheeks positively glowing now.

“are you denying it, (y/n)?” suga’s words silenced the table as everyone settled their eyes on you. even yamaguchi peered at you from beside you, curious to see what you would say.

while you were pretty sure you were dying from the embarrassment, there was a gremlin inside of you that wanted to tease your boyfriend in front of your friends.

so like an idiot, you went along with her.

“while i usually don’t kiss and tell, his voice is rather lovely~” you say with a wink, and genuinely laugh when the table interrupts into full blown chaos.

your amusement is short lived however when the hand that never left your thigh gave you another firm squeeze, but this one felt just a bit harsher than before.

you nervously turned to face your boyfriend, already knowing what was coming.

yamaguchi simply smiled sweetly at you, eyes full of love and humor. but his firm grip squeezes your thigh once more, and you know it’s a warning.

“you’re so cute, (y/n).” his words are light and sincere, but there’s something darker underlying them, just a tad bit menacing and you know what he’s really implying.

behave.

the only person to pick up on this little interaction between the two of you amidst all the hollering is tsukishima, and he smirks to himself as he takes a sip of his drink.

if only these idiots knew.

—————————

surprisingly, suga’s words stayed with yamaguchi for the rest of the day without his permission. like a leech, they imbedded themselves in his head and refused to leave no matter how hard he tried to focus on something else.

they stayed with him for the rest of the lunch with his old teammates, long after the conversation shifted to something else.

they stayed with him as you both said your goodbyes and headed back to your shared apartment near the university you both were attending.

they stayed with him even as he slowly undressed your body in your bedroom, calloused fingers gently trailing over your smooth skin as his lips connected with your neck.

“dashi~” you moaned as he gently left a red mark on your neck, sucking harder than usual so it would stick, staining your skin with his affection.

you yelped softly when yamaguchi gently pushed you to sprawl against the mattress, brown eyes looking at you with a gentle mixture of love and lust swirling in them.

but like earlier, there was hint of something harder behind his loving eyes and you knew it had to do with the conversation from before.

like any sane person would’ve done, you know you should’ve just left your boyfriend alone and not tease him about the earlier conversation. the last thing you’d want was to upset him.

but that same gremlin from before wanted to see how far you could push your normally sweet boyfriend. she wanted to see how far he’d bend till he broke.

so like an idiot for the second time that day, you indulged her.

with hooded eyes, you slowly rose to your knees and crawled towards your boyfriend who still stood at the foot of the bed, eyes watching your swaying frame with curiosity.

the large tent already forming in his jeans made your mouth water, and with teasing eyes you leaned forward and hooked your teeth on his zipper. your gaze never left his as you dragged it down, and you smirked at the way his kind eyes seemed to darken.

with practiced ease you pulled his jeans down along with his boxers and practically moaned as his long and heavy cock sprung from its confines, slapping against your cheek softly.

a soft groan left yamaguchi’s lips as your wrapped your warm and wet mouth around his weeping tip, eyes slipping shut as you lightly sucked on the head before bringing it deeper into your hot mouth.

you weren’t joking when you said his voice was lovely.

just as he was about to thread his hands through your hair to encourage you to take more of him into your mouth, you pulled away suddenly.

yamaguchi opened his eyes and settled his gaze on your giggling face, teasing eyes staring back at him as you gave his tip a coy lick before pulling away with a grin.

yamaguchi doesn’t falter, eyes never straying from yours as he simply smiles down at your teasing figure. bringing a big hand up to your cheek, you lean into his soft touch immediately before he trails down to your neck.

you freeze as his fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing firmly enough to take away your breath.

he only keeps his grip on you for less than a second, relaxing his fingers immediately. but as his index finger curls back to gently tap against your carotid artery, it’s his turn to gaze at you teasingly.

again, you’re reminded who’s really in charge.

“you really are cute, (y/n).”

you shiver as his words from earlier dance in your ears, and that same undertone of something else is laced through them, just a tad bit more forceful than before to give you the same warning. he only needed to squeeze you once to remind you.

behave.

with a nervous gulp, you stare into clear brown eyes as yamaguchi pulls his fingers away from your throat, watching in satisfaction as all traces of your earlier bratiness practically disappears.

he gives you another soft and loving smile as you scoot back on the bed to lay on your back, spreading your legs for him just like he taught you so he could get an eyeful of your wet and glistening folds, cute little hole clenching around nothing.

he didn’t have to say anything to keep you nice and obedient for him, he already had you trained so well. after all, you both knew who really called the shots.

——————————

yamaguchi tadashi may have been a nobody his first year of high school, but ever since you came into his life, for the first time ever he realized he wanted to be somebody.

and that somebody was someone to give you everything you wanted, no matter what you asked for.

this is what made him the perfect soft dom, the perfect lover. he was always willing to give you what you asked for.

you’d ask for him to touch you harder; to thrust into you faster. you’d ask for all of his love and affection and he would hand it over to you on a silver platter.

but he also knew how to keep you in your place, and you thrived off of it. it was the gentle way he went about it, the kind manner he spoke to you in that made it all the more tantalizing.

it reminded you all too much of a sleeping lion, waiting to be awakened.

like the way he was in his everyday life, yamaguchi was gentle with you. he never would do anything to hurt you on purpose.

he was gentle in the way he asked you to spread your legs for him. he was gentle in the way he’d pull orgasm after orgasm from your twitching and gushing cunt.

you thought he had forgotten about your two little slip ups from earlier, but you obviously didn’t know your boyfriend as well as you thought you did.

he doesn’t intentionally bring up your bratiness from earlier, but he thinks you get the message of his lesson as he folds your body in half, thick cock spearing you open as he pounds a little harder than usual into your dripping core.

you may have said his voice sounded lovely, but you’ve obviously never listened to yourself as he fucks you nice and deep, cock stirring up your insides with each thrust and grind.

“d-dashi! t-too much!” you squeal out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he ignores your words, pumping his hips into you steadily.

his tip was hammering right into your poor cervix, dragging against your g-spot with each pass and you felt like you were going to hyperventilate.

he watches the way you attempt to cling onto any bit of sanity you have left, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks as drool drips down your chin.

he moans your name softly as he pounds into you, eyes filled with adoration at the absolutely lost look on your face, cute brows furrowed in the pleasure that he was giving you.

he flushed at the way your walls fluttered around him, wet cunt practically sucking him back in every time he pulls his hips away, only to stretch you back open as he slams in balls deep.

he knows this position allows him to sink in deeper than he usually does, and he knows you’ve learned your lesson when you beg him to slow down, voice growing higher in pitch as you approach your orgasm.

instead, yamaguchi increases his speed, hips hammering into yours as he groans out your name again, relishing in the way you tug on his hair until it’s pulled from the loose ponytail he placed it in.

soft green locks curtain your faces as you both breathe in each other’s breath, eyes locking as yamaguchi steadily brings you towards your climax.

the only time yamaguchi will hurt you on purpose is when his teeth dig into your neck as he prepares to tip you over the edge, hands gripping your waist tight enough to leave bruises behind for tomorrow to see.

he pulls his lips away to watch with a possessive satisfaction as you fall over the edge, toes curling and nails breaking the skin of his shoulders as you scream.

your voice is broken and shot as you babble his name into incoherency, body twitching from overstimulation as his deft fingers never leave your clit, working you through your first orgasm and gently beginning to bring you to your second one, his hips slowing down but never stopping.

his eyes are full of pure adoration and love as you weakly cling onto him and babble out slurred ‘i love you’s. he knows you’ve learned your lesson, and he knows he’ll have to teach it to you all over again.

through the haze of your orgasm and the gentle building of your second one, you know he’s not done with you yet as he smiles down on you, freckled cheeks resembling a strawberry at the red blush dusting them.

“you’re such a good girl for me, (y/n). do you think you can give me another?”

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despite his large stature and somewhat intimidating face, the truth of the matter is that azumane asahi is a massive teddy bear, and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

especially when that big teddy bear currently had you pressed up firmly against his desk in your home office, large hands gripping your clothed hips as he ground his aching cock against your ass desperately through his underwear.

a deep whine crawled from his throat as his grip tightened and he pulled you closer, panting in your ear before nipping it lightly.

you couldn’t help but follow his slow grind, head spinning in lust as you struggled to remember how you ended up in this situation.

——————

~ one hour previously ~

(e/c) eyes narrowed in concentration as you tried your hardest to not alert the large man in front of you of your presence. he continued to hum a light tune as he carried on measuring the piece of fabric for his newest design.

an evil smile curled your lips as you continued to creep behind him, stopping when you were just a couple of inches away from him.

this is gonna be good.

“boo!”

everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as you watched your husband seize up and throw his hands into the air in shock, the piece of fabric he had been measuring launching above your head as he let out a blood curdling scream.

you had to admit, the pitch of it was impressive, especially for a man his age and size. you watched as he whipped around in fear and the sheer look of shock and minute terror almost made you feel bad for scaring him so bad.

almost.

asahi shot you a weak glare as he clutched his chest, ignoring the loud cackling as he fought to calm his heart down before it beat straight out of his chest. he was way too young to have a heart attack.

you continued to cackle while pointedly ignoring the unamused look your husband was giving you. bending over swiftly you picked up the silky piece of fabric that flew from his hands and placed it back on the desk.

sighing dramatically, you plopped your body onto his lap, lightly clasping your hands around his neck as you smiled cheekily up at him.

asahi rolled his eyes but smiled softly anyways, bringing his arms around your waist to tug you further into his chest. he buried his nose in your hair and sighed in content. maybe he did need a break.

“y’know,” he muttered, gently rocking you in his arms as you closed your eyes in content. “there are better ways to tell me that you want attention without trying to give me a stroke, love.”

you snickered again before leaning forward and off his chest, twisting your abdomen so (e/c) eyes could lock with warm brown, and you couldn’t help but smile softly at him and roll your eyes as your brought your hand to his cheek.

he quirked an eyebrow questioningly as you began to softly stroke his cheek. “you’re right,” you muse, smiling warmly at him. asahi widened his eyes slightly in shock. you never agree with him so easily-

“but then who’s supposed to keep you on your toes and try to make you shit yourself at least twice a day?”

you finished nonchalantly and asahi groaned as he tossed his head back in defeat. there was definitely no winning with you.

you hummed softly to yourself as asahi completely slumped in his chair, defeated. curious eyes scan over the messy desk, old sketches and notes strewn over the surface.

you quietly appreciated his art and designs, admiring them all until a certain paper caught your eye.

brown eyes cracked open when he heard you let out a soft but excited squeal, wiggling in his lap to get a better look at the paper.

he saw your eyes glued to one of his newest designs and he could help but chuckle at the look of pure awe and amazement in your gaze. you always had a knack for attaching yourself to his favorites.

the design was for a great gatsby themed cocktail dress, the notes indicating that the material was made of velvet and you practically could feel how soft the fabric would be. the colors were mainly gold and black, accents of silver trailing up to the thin spaghetti straps that crossed into an “x” on otherwise bare back,

it ended just at the top of the figures thighs, the front of the dress having an elegant twist just below the bust and spreading into the ruched detailing on the sides. it looked absolutely stunning.

you let out a low whistle, quirking an eyebrow as your gaze never left the finished sketch.

“babe, i know i say this a lot, but you’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

your husband gives a sheepish smile before hiding his blushing face in your neck as you continue to stare at the sheet.

“it’s not that impressive, really...” he trails off, but before he could continue to self deprecate, you delivered a swift but firm chop to his head, causing him to splutter. (suga would be proud)

“what did i say about taking compliments?” you challenge him with a firm voice, and he sighs. “fine!” he exclaims before huffing childishly. “...i guess i did okay.” he murmurs as he rests his chin on your shoulder and you smile, having won.

bringing a hand up to gently stroke his hair, your voice audibly softens when you whisper your praise to him again. “it really is gorgeous, asa.” asahi’s heart melted at how soft you sounded, at how much love was in your words.

asahi constantly tells himself everyday how lucky he is to have you in his life, especially as his wife. he loves you so much it hurts his chest sometimes, and it warms him like nothing else when he knows you love him just as much.

you’re his biggest fan, always supporting him through all his trials and tribulations, no matter what. you like to call yourself his personal cheerleader and even joke around saying “you should design me an cheer uniform, that way my role will be taken official.”

speaking of wearing what he designs, asahi wraps his arms around your waist again, pulling you in close to bring his lips to your ear. “if you like it so much, could you do me a favor?”

you raise an eyebrow at him, staring down his blushing but determined face from the corner of your eye.

“hmm? and just what do you have in mind, love?”

~~~~~

your eyes seemed to be glued to the mirror, lips permanently dropped open as you took in the sight of your body in the exact same dress from your husband’s sketch.

fuck you looked hot.

asahi stood behind you, his tall frame towering over you as he smiled bashfully at your reflection, hand scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“i had already had the mind for you to model it for me to see how well it would look in person instead of just on paper.” his eyes trailed down your body as the dress hugged every one of your curves deliciously, and he couldn’t help but take a nervous gulp.

“but you always seem to exceed my expectations.” now it was your turn to blush as you turned away from the mirror, not missing the way his lips turned up in a light smirk at your pink cheeks.

you turn around to gaze up at him, admiring the way his eyes seem to twinkle behind his glasses as he smiled at you with love and pride. he looked so cute, being confident and all. you wanted to just eat him up.

asahi didn’t back away from you as you approached him slowly like a creeping lioness. he also didn’t back down from your heated gaze as you locked eyes with him, and a smile appeared on his lips when he saw you shiver at the same fire that was dancing behind his eyes, too.

you rested your chin on his chest as you stared up at him, big doe eyes gleaming up at him in innocence when you were anything but.

his arms wrapped around your frame and squeezed before one large hand trailed down the softness of your dress to settle on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and delighting in the small moan you let out.

“you know,” your drawl, hands coming up to trail your nails down the expanse of his back lightly, enjoying the way he shivered as he stared back at you.

“i really like how this dress looks on me, but maybe i would look better if we took it off?”

——————

~ presently ~

you moaned as your husband continued to grind his clothed cock into your ass, voice catching when he angled just right to slip between your thighs and nudge against your clit.

you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, desperate to finally shed the dress that now felt too hot against your flushed skin and let him have his way with you, but it seemed like he had other plans for you.

his grip was vice like on your hips and you wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises tomorrow. if anything, it only fueled the fire that was coiling in your belly like a spring. soft asahi was hot, but a needy, dominant asahi was downright sinful.

asahi nipped your ear even harsher this time, a warning to keep still and behave. he continued to rut against your ass, biting back another whine at the delicious friction the soaked fabric felt against his weeping cockhead.

“asahi! please!” you whined, grinding your ass against him as your fingers gripped the edge of the desk harshly, hoping to convince him to let you go. “i wanna feel your cock inside me already! just take my dress off!” he chuckled at the whininess of your voice, but ignored your pleas.

he growled lightly when he felt you soaking through the cloth of his underwear, your slick already having destroyed your cute little thong you teased him with earlier when you stripped to put the dress on.

“why should i listen to you when all you do is bully and tease me, hm?” he muttered darkly into your ear, purposefully angling his bulge to jam right against your clit and groaning when you let out a high pitched moan. you knew he wasn’t gonna let go of you scaring him so easily.

“ i-i said i was s-sorryyy!” you wail as his hips stop grinding against you and instead begin to thrust at an even pace, his cock dragging along your clit with each pass.

the coil in your stomach was growing slowly, the pleasure you were receiving was enough to make you throb and keen, but not enough to push you over. you needed more.

asahi panted as he slightly sped up, some of his hair sticking to his forehead as he broke out into a sweat, the friction pushing him slowly to the peak, and though all he wanted was to just rip your underwear off and split you in two, he was gonna teach you a lesson.

“you say that everytime, darling,” he growled the last word into your ear, making you whine and soak through your destroyed panties even more. “but we both know you’re just gonna do it again.”

his hips picked up the pace until he was practically fucking you through your clothes, the slickness from your cunt and his precum allowing him to glide across your slit with ease as he pushed you both closer to the edge.

“a-as-a-hi!!” you squealed as he slapped his hips against your ass, eyes screwing shut as the friction sparked your clit deliciously, panting against the cool surface of the desk as all you could do was let him make you about to cum in your panties.

asahi was no better, choked whines and moans leaving his pink lips as he grit his teeth together in concentration, chocolate eyes drinking in the way you looked bent over his desk as his cock dragged against your clit, (s/c) skin glowing and complimenting the dress you were in, the one he designed.

he curled his body over yours, hips never stopping their pace as he placed kiss after kiss on your exposed back before sinking his teeth into your flesh, a loud whine ripping through him as he feels himself near his peak.

with one particularly hard thrust against your clit and one of his hands coming down to slam against your ass harshly, you came with a cry, nails digging into the wood of the desk as your legs trembled.

asahi choked as he came as well, shooting his hot cum into his already ruined boxers as he rested his sweaty forehead against your back, gasping for air as you both rode out the aftershocks.

you don’t know how long you both laid there catching your breath from such a surprisingly strong orgasm, but asahi was the first to move.

you whined at the loss of heat when you felt him pull away, but you all you got was a chuckle as he walked towards the bathroom connected to the office. you stayed in your slumped over position on the desk until you felt warm hands nudge your legs apart and slide your soaked panties down your legs.

you shuddered as asahi cleaned you gently with a wet wash cloth, wiping away the evidence of your little romp before tossing it in the direction of the bathroom and scooping you into his arms, making his way to the bedroom.

you nuzzle your face into his chest, and he can’t help but laugh as his cheeks tinge pink again at your words.

“you’re lucky i love you, otherwise i’d kill you for making me cum in my panties.”

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before settling you down onto the cool sheets. he had a mischievous but warm glimmer in his eyes.

“it’s alright love, you made me cum in mine, too.”

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hinata came bounding up to you with that ridiculous speed of his, orange hair bouncing in his excitement. he was practically vibrating with energy, hazel eyes glowing under the fluorescent lighting.

“yeah! we overheard you saying how you wanted to get back in shape and slim down a little, so what better group to help you out than us?”

all the men in the gym froze at his oblivious words, shocked that he really just said that to your face. kageyama froze in the middle of his lunges and choked, eyes wide.

‘this idiot really has no class…’ they all thought simultaneously as they watched the scene unfold with bated breath, waiting for the inevitable moment you ripped his head off and stomped on his body.

if there was one thing they all knew, they knew it was to never mention a woman’s weight. especially to you. you weren’t exactly the thinnest around, but that didn’t make you any less attractive.

in all honesty, you were hot, in all your foreign, sexy glory.

to everyone’s obvious surprise however, instead of killing the ginger, you laughed instead and patted him on his floof, thanking him for reminding you.

the team sweat dropped as hinata bounced around, clearly enjoying the head pat as he started spouting off different types of exercises they wanted you to do, bokuto and atsumu quickly joining in.

they all surely expected you to spike his head off or something, but they were pleasantly surprised and grateful you didn’t. they couldn’t afford to replace him so close to the games.

you see, you were no stranger to physical violence or getting physical in general. you had been recruited to manage the japanese men’s olympic volleyball team by none other than iwaizumi hajime, himself.

it was funny how things worked out because you two had already known each other before the offer was even offered.

you had met previously during college where you both graduated with the same degree. having spent the last four years taking the same classes and becoming best friends, it wasn’t a surprise when iwa asked you to come back with him to japan.

though you were pretty adamant in staying in america, despite knowing japanese, you somehow were convinced by him. before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to your hometown of los angeles and saying hello to tokyo.

because of your past with iwaizumi coupled with the fact that you both had the same degree and title, you two were known as the demon trainers from hell.

where iwa was all obvious brute strength and harsh glares, you were much more reserved but still equally as terrifying with your sickly sweet smiles and icy words if the boys were getting out of line.

but just because you preferred to make them cry with your words instead of your fists, that didn’t mean it wasn’t common to see you either hitting one of them upside the head or spiking a ball at them with deadly accuracy.

when the team first met you, however, they could hardly believe that you were a certified athletic trainer, let alone their manager on top of that. it wasn’t anything against you, you just… didn’t look the part.

standing at a whopping 5’4”, all the men on the team easily dwarfed you in height, and your body wasn’t all hard planes and corded muscles. you were soft and squishy looking, running a little heavy for your height.

you just looked so adorable and soft. your cheeks had this permanent blush across them from your constant sunburn (blame the california sun), and they always puffed out when you pouted.

but that was their first mistake; underestimating you. even kageyama, your boyfriend, had underestimated you, though he denies it now.

it was actually how you two had met, though it was under less than ideal circumstances.

he was bold enough to question whether you were even meant to be on their team your first day meeting them, unintentionally offending you and all your hard work to get where you were.

“it’s nothing against you personally, but you just don’t look like you’re meant for the job.”

kageyama had said without looking at you, and everyone, including the coaches, were stunned by his blunt and brash words. even ushijima was rendered speechless.

kageyama looked around confusedly at everyone’s silence and wide eyes. what? did he say something wrong? he didn’t mean to offend you, he was just telling the truth how he saw it.

it was only when iwaizumi snickered and everyone broke out of their shocked reverie that all eyes shifted from kageyama to you.

chills ran down their spines at the eerily calm smile you gave kageyama, eyes closed tightly as you took a deep breath in. “you really fucked up now, kageyama.” iwaizumi chuckled.

everyone’s hearts stopped when you opened your eyes, and even kageyama shivered when your gaze met his. the way the fire in your eyes seemed to run so hot it could freeze over hell, looked eerily similar to the look hinata gives on the court.

“so i “don’t look the part”, hmm?” you muse, smile growing even wider as you watched the setter fumble over his words, trying to save face.

you let out an over dramatic sigh as you tossed your head back, clicking your tongue once as iwaizumi let out another laugh before walking over to stand by your side. apparently this happened often.

kageyama stopped fumbling over his words as he watched his old senpai cross his arms over his chest. you chuckled as you shucked off your trainer jacket, revealing your plain black t-shirt underneath.

the team never took their eyes off of you as you raised your arms above your head and stretched. gasps rang out across the gym as they saw your flex and the muscles that bulged from underneath your fluffy flesh.

“y’know, kageyama-san,” you drawled, lowering your arms as you began methodically stretching your thick legs, sharp eyes never leaving his. “you’re not the first person to say that to me.”

“she’s right,” iwaizumi mused with a smirk. “i’m pretty sure i was, and i still regret it to this day.”

kageyama gulped nervously and the team could only watch in awe as you finished your stretching before bending over slightly to your left.

you lined up your shoulders with iwaizumi’s hips as you placed a firm grip on his knee and around his shoulders.

with wide eyes and jaws dropped to the floor, the entire team and even the coaches watched you lift iwaizumi with ease and settle him into a comfortable fireman’s carry.

atsumu, bokuto, and hinata audibly screeched and even the usually stoic sakusa and ushijima choked on their spit in shock.

without breaking a sweat, in a sheer display of strength and power, you casually walked towards kageyama, and iwaizumi couldn’t repress his snickers because kageyama looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

how are you so strong?!

your smirk never left your lips as you stopped only a couple of feet away from the shocked olympian, and raised an eyebrow at him mockingly. “what’s wrong, kageyama-san? cat got your tongue?”

you grin grows maliciously as he struggles to answer you, obviously flustered. “do i still look too “soft” or “weak” to be able to handle you guys?”

when kageyama still didn’t answer you, still too flustered and shocked by your impressive display of strength, (cause iwaizumi is not light, that man is straight muscle), you sighed before giving the gym a quick scan before settling on one of the team's liberos.

“yaku-san.” yaku jumped at your polite tone when you called his name, but he quickly recovered with a sincere smile. “yes, (l/n)-san?”

you shot him a sweet smile of your own, and chose to ignore the blush across his cheeks to avoid embarrassing him. “can you give me a number between one and twenty?”

yaku stared at you confusedly along with the rest of the team and iwaizumi fully burst out laughing, shaking on your shoulders. you fought back your own grin as you threatened to drop him.

“um, ten?”

you grinned as you widened your stance, feet placed shoulder length apart as you took in a deep breath, preparing your muscles.

“good, i wanted a decent workout today, anyways.”

and when you began to squat your best friend with perfect posture and ease, kageyama didn’t even register the howling screeches of his teammates as they lost their minds over this mini she-hulk they just got as a manager.

instead, kageyama could only focus on the blood rushing through his ears and to his cheeks as he watched you squat his senpai with a smile on your beautiful face, a singular bead of sweat rolling down your temple.

oh, he was in deep now.

—————————

kageyama knew he should be ashamed of the way he was staring at you, but he couldn’t find it within himself to tear his eyes away.

with a harsh gulp and wide eyes, he watched you as you continued on with your leg presses, eyes closed as you took in even breaths.

you didn’t even seem bothered by the amount of weight you were pushing, but then again, 300 lbs was something normal to you.

finishing your reps, pushed your legs out fully before locking the press, taking a deep swig of your water as you lifted yourself up from your reclined sitting position.

blue eyes followed the trail of your sweat as it glided down the side of your neck before being absorbed into the fabric of your sports bra strap, and he gulped again, pants suddenly feeling tight.

that feeling only intensified when you lifted the edge of your shirt to wipe at your soaked brow, exposing your pudgy and soft tummy. you’ve never looked more delicious to kageyama than now.

when your boyfriend of six months and olympian in training had invited you to his home to work out in his personal gym after you finished atsumu’s little “team bonding experience” you didn’t expect him to just stare at you as you went about your reps and sets.

you chose to ignore the hungry way he gazed at your plush body as you moved over to where the squat stand was, bar already loaded with your preferred weight.

not minding the intense stare from across the room, you bit back a smile when you heard the light gasp come from your boyfriend as you ducked under the bar and settled it comfortably on your shoulders.

you stood up straight and relished in the familiar weight against your flesh. stepping back with a deep breath, making sure your posture was correct, you squatted your first rep.

as you came back up, you weren’t surprised when you noticed your boyfriend had disappeared from his seat by the shoulder press.

what did surprise you was the sudden warm presence behind you, and you bit back a startled gasp when you felt his large hands come to gently rest on your waist.

“as a professional trainer, you should know it’s dangerous to squat without a spotter.” kageyama’s deep voice muttered out. he resisted the urge to dig his fingers into your soft skin as you chuckled.

“you’re right, but i think i can handle myself.” you musea. you held back a gasp when he leaned forward to nudge his nose against your jaw, breath cool against your sweaty skin.

kageyama inhaled the musky yet sweet scent of your sweat against your skin and had to bite his lip to repress his groan. why was he getting so worked up over this?

“squatting 320 isn’t something you just cover on your own.” he growled into your ear, and you finally realized how worked up your boyfriend was from watching you work out.

not that you can blame him, however. watching him do his arm reps and the way his back muscles rippled under his plain white tee whenever he lifted himself for pull ups had your yoga pants feeling a little damp.

sensing things were about to get hot and heavy, you stepped towards the squat stand to put up your bar, kageyama’s hands never leaving your waist.

just as the weight left your shoulders and was properly put away, you let out a gasp when you felt his cool tongue slide sensually up your neck, and you blushed at the deep groan that left his lips.

your own moans soon filled the air as kageyama ground his hard cock against your ass through his joggers, groping your soft sides fully with his hands.

you rested your head against his chest as you let him massage your body roughly with his dexterous digits, mewling and panting at the way he teased and pinched your nipples through the fabric of your sports bra.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he rasped in your ear, maneuvering your bodies to lay on the padded gym floor. you let him spread your thighs as you propped your body up on one elbow.

you panted lightly as kageyama looked down on you from above, kneeling between your legs while gazing over your glistening form.

your baby hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead as your skin seemed to glisten under the fluorescent lights above.

blue eyes zeroed in on a stray drop of sweat that glided from your neck and began its descent down the valley of your breasts.

something in him snapped and he lunged forward, causing you to yelp in surprise before moaning as he tongue followed the sweat drops path, groaning against your heated skin at the salty taste.

he needed more.

“the way you look when you’re working out, the way your sweat makes your skin glow,” a whine escaped your lips as he nipped gently at your collar bone.

he lifted his head to meet your eyes and you gasped at the feral look in his blue orbs, pupils blown wide with lust.

“you make me so hungry, (y/n).” before you had a chance to respond to him, the sudden sound of fabric tearing and your inner thighs exposed to cool air made you balk, and you stared at your boyfriend in shock.

“you did not just rip open my yoga pants!” kageyama gave you a blank look before shrugging, leaning his face down to your exposed core, pleased to find that you were already dripping onto the floor.

“i’ll buy you another pair.” a breathy moan replaced your curse for his causal destruction of your clothing as he licked a fat stripe up your cunt, fingers digging harshly into the plumpness of your thighs as he drank in your flavor.

moans spilled from your parted lips uncontrollably as kageyama ate you out, tongue flicking and suckling against your clit as one of his hands released your thigh in favor of sinking two fingers into your hot core.

“fuck!” you choke out in a whisper as you wind your fingers through his silky locks, gripping them tightly as you roll your hips into his face.

kageyama took your grinding on his face in stride, speeding up the movements of his fingers as he searched your walls for that one spot that made you see stars.

“a-ah!” you cried out, thighs clenching around his head as he smirked into your flesh. found it. tears began pricking your eyes as your body was assaulted with pleasure, kageyama’s fingers slamming right into your g-spot.

kageyama knew you were getting close when he felt your walls flutter around his fingers and your soft moans began growing louder as you neared your release.

with a snarl, kageyama pulled his fingers from you roughly and sat up from in between your legs. your whimper at the sudden emptiness was swallowed by him as he slammed his lips to yours hungrily.

you moaned into the kiss, tasting yourself as you felt him fumble with the tie on his joggers before pulling them down along with his boxers to free his cock.

kageyama pulled away from the kiss, greedily taking in your breathless and flushed expression before slowly pushing his length into you, groaning as he forced your walls to accommodate his girth and impressive length.

tears sprung in your eyes and fell down your soft cheeks as you cried at the stretch, mind going delirious from the pleasure as your boyfriend continued to sink into you.

kageyama leaned down to lick up your tears before roughly snapping his hips into you, sinking the rest of the way in as his pelvis settled flush against you.

you choked as he bottomed out, and your hands instinctively went to grip onto his muscular shoulders, nails digging into his flesh hard enough to leave marks.

kageyama groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, and he pulled back before slamming into you, relishing the way your walls seemed to suck him back in.

“tobio!” you cried out, voice breathless and wobbly as he slammed directly into your g-spot. kageyama smirked at your already fucked out expression, and slammed his cock into you again.

nothing but the sound of skin against skin and your wanton moans filled the stuffy gym air as kageyama pounded into you.

“fuck, (y/n),” kageyama groaned, leaning back on his haunches as he pounded into your sopping cunt, holding your legs up by your knees while biting his lip, watching you lose yourself on his cock.

your soft stomach jiggled with each thrust, shirt having ridden up while you squeezed your breasts through your bra, eyes crossing from the pleasure.

“fuck! you feel too f-fucking good!” you moaned, voice stuttering from the intensity kageyama was fucking into you with. kageyama smiled down at you, cheeks flushed from the compliment. “you’re taking me so well, pretty thing.”

he hissed as you clenched around him. apparently you liked that. so he continued.

“you feel so nice and tight around me, pretty girl.” he moaned out, feeling his high begin to approach him as your soft walls fluttered around him. he let one of your legs drop as he brought a hand to your aching clit.

rubbing tight circles into your sensitive nub, he sped up his hips until you were practically sobbing from the pleasure, coming dangerously close to tipping over the edge.

kageyama groaned at the sight of your flushed cheeks shining with tears and sweat, swollen pink lips caught in your teeth as you stared up at him with furrowed brows.

“i-i’m close!” you stuttered out, body beginning to seize while you could practically taste your orgasm. kageyama wasn’t any better, his hips losing rhythm as he opted to just pounding into you with whatever he’s got left.

“go on, pretty girl.” he huffed out, lazy smile curling his lips as he continued rubbing your clit with precise circles. “make a mess on me.”

a scream ripped through your vocal cords as you spasmed on his cock, eyes clenching shut as you clamped around him so tightly kageyama became lightheaded.

with a choked moan of his own he came deep inside you, filling you up to the brim with his cum as he fell forward, stopping himself from falling onto you as he held himself up with his arms.

you both sat there for a while, desperately trying to catch your breaths as you eventually came down from your highs.

opening your eyes, you find that kageyama was already staring at you, eyes softened and face still flushed from his high. you watched as a singular bead of sweat rolled down his nose before dropping onto the corner of your mouth.

without even thinking, your tongue swiped out to lick it up, and you saw your boyfriend’s eyes harden again, and a gasp escaped you as he rutted his hips into yours, cock twitching back to life.

a devious smirk filled his face, and he raised a singular eyebrow at you in challenge.

“you don’t think we’re done, do you? we still have a lot more sets to finish.”

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you couldn’t stifle your giggle as your boyfriend gazed longingly at you like a giant puppy, invisible tail wagging as he awaited your sweet praise.

“the spike was impressive as always, babe.” goshiki’s chest puffed out even further at your words as you continued.

“your form is getting cleaner every day, and the whip of your wrist is perfect. though i can’t imagine how much more you can perfect, perfect.” you mused more to yourself than anyone.

right as goshiki was about to respond in excitement, a deep voice interrupted him, familiar tone floating from the gym doors to your left.

“perfect is not the final finish line. it is just an encouragement to push even further.”

your eyes shined with glee as you simply hummed in acknowledgment, (e/c) eyes locking with olive green orbs as ushijima stepped into the gym.

an excited gasp left your boyfriend's lips as he bound over to his old captain, eyes still glowing with that same fire ushijima saw during his last year of high school.

“goshiki, (y/n).” ushijima greeted you both with a small bow and tiny smile at the excited third year before him. you returned his bow with a small smile of your own, eyes glowing with amusement at your boyfriend.

goshiki was staring up at his old captain with stars in his eyes as if he hasn’t seen him since he graduated, even though ushijima was literally there a couple of days ago to offer pointers to his old team’s newest recruits.

ever since goshiki had caught wind that his volleyball idol had gone pro after graduating from high school, it only caused his fire to burn brighter to try and reach that same height, just like when they went to school together.

in fact, the year that ushijima left, goshiki pushed himself to train harder and become worthy of taking ushijima’s spot as ace, striving to preserve his legacy and keep shiratorizawa at the top.

and you couldn’t really blame your boyfriend from idolizing the guy. hell, to be honest, ushijima is the sole reason why you play volleyball to begin with, along with managing the boy’s team.

he is your best friend, after all.

you and ushijima actually had a lot of history with one another, going all the way back to your first year of middle school, and his last.

you had just graduated from elementary school when you saw him play for the first time, young and impressionable.

you can still recall the way your heart raced as you watched his games in awe, stars sparkling in your eyes.

right then and there, you decided you wanted to play volleyball, even though you knew absolutely nothing about the sport.

so what do you do when you know jack shit about the sport but still insist to play? you confront your school's ace and demand that he teach you to play, of course.

and to everyone’s surprise, ushijima actually agreed to teach you, amused by the fire behind your eyes. he tells you to join him after his practice with the team, and the rest is history.

in the end, whether it was from ushijima’s guidance or just a random stroke of luck, you turned out to be a prodigy at the sport, which only strengthened your odd friendship with the star athlete.

even after ushijima left to attend high school, you two still met up after your own individual team practices and honed your skills together at the park near your houses, no matter how tired or busy the other person was.

you both were prodigal volleyball idiots, but you’d have to be blind and stupid to not see how you two were basically best friends. he was the ice to your fire.

it shocked absolutely no one when you were eventually accepted to shiratorizawa academy with an impressive sports scholarship, making it onto the girl’s team as their only first year starter.

unbeknownst to you, at the exact same time, a certain bowl cut spiker was in the same position as you, and it didn’t take ushijima long to find the parallels between the two of you.

the two of you have never met, yet you both already shared two common interests with one another - volleyball, and ushijima wakatoshi.

and to ushijima’s amusement, he’s surprised it took the two of you until after shiratorizawa’s loss to karasuno to finally meet.

~~~~

all of the boy’s heads were hung in shame and sadness after the loss, constantly replaying the last rally in their heads, trying to see where they could’ve done better.

suddenly, the doors leading from the gym exploded open, startling all of them.

“waka-kun!”

the team nearly broke their necks as they whipped their heads in the direction of the cry. nobody knew who this girl was, but she looked familiar.

‘she’s pretty cute, too.’ goshiki innocently mused.

wearing the familiar magenta and white volleyball club jacket, the young (h/c) haired girl held her arms out to the ace. there were tears gleaming in her (e/c) eyes, lips slightly quivering.

to their absolute shock, the team nearly fainted as they watched in disbelief as ushijima silently walked over to the unknown girl without a single word.

without stopping his stride, he crouched slightly and immediately engulfed her in a hug as he stood back up, massive frame nearly swallowing her as her feet left the ground.

for a moment, everyone was stunned silent. they were desperately trying to process just what was happening as the two hugged.

the girl whispered praises to their captain gently while crying, murmuring how well he played and how this game meant nothing in the long run.

ushijima just silently nodded his head, burying his face in her neck as he tightened his grip around her.

the first person to recover from the shock was unsurprisingly tendou and when the two kept hugging, he decided to speak up, crimson eyes gleaming in curiosity.

“oh-ho? and who’s this cutie, wakatoshi-kun?”

this time goshiki really did faint when ushijima, still holding on to your dangling frame, turned you around so your back was to his chest as he faced you to the team.

your eyes were still teary and your nose slightly red from crying, and the team thought it was adorable as you smiled sweetly at them. “this is (y/n), my best friend.” came ushijima’s deadpan response.

you chirped out a small “hello!” and gave a small wave as you watched with wide eyes as goshiki hit the floor, eyes rolled into the back of his head.

~~~~

from that day forward, goshiki and the rest of the team began to see a lot more of you, especially during practice.

(you had rushed into practice the day after their loss to make sure goshiki hadn’t gotten a concussion after fainting. the team wouldn’t let him live down the way he nearly fainted again when you grabbed his face to check his head for injuries.)

you always came around after your own practice had ended, the girls being let out earlier than the boys and goofed around while you waited for ushijima to walk to the dorms together.

goshiki always thought you were absolutely gorgeous, but he will never forget the way his heart raced the first time he ever saw you play.

your cute and bubbly demeanor disappeared the moment you stepped foot on the court.

you had this nearly overwhelming aura of confidence and raw power surrounding you, and he couldn’t quite place why it felt so foreign yet familiar.

it was only when he learned that ushijima had essentially taught you everything you knew about volleyball and practiced with him daily for years that it finally clicked;

ushijima had that exact same raw energy.

the first time he saw you play was when you had joined the boy’s practice early one day, your own practice having been cancelled due to your coach going into labor in the middle of practice.

(‘this woman is a monster.’ your team shivered as you all watched her continue shouting out drills as your assistant coach forcibly dragged her to the hospital.)

coach washijo had grown a soft spot for you and your cute antics, often smiling to himself as he watched you fawn and help out the team like the manager they never had.

so it wasn’t all that surprising when he allowed you to join in on the boys 3v3. after finding out that you were a wing spiker, reon volunteered to sit this round out so you could play.

the teams were you, ushijima, and shirabu versus goshiki, semi, and tendou. the moment the game began and the ball headed in shirabu’s direction, you had already fallen into your rhythm.

you called for the ball with a commanding voice, that same confident and powerful aura oozing from your direction, body already in motion.

nobody, not even coach washijo could’ve been prepared for the graceful way you practically flew through the air, body arched in perfect form.

your palm came in perfect contact with the ball at its highest point, swinging down with resounding power, spiking it clean past tendou’s outstretched fingers.

the resounding clap of your flesh against the leather rang through the air as the ball smashed to the ground, flattening slightly due to the force as it slammed up again, bouncing away behind them.

they stared at you speechless as you floated down to the ground, landing gracefully on your feet with a determined expression on your normally smiling face.

it was only when you gazed at your stinging palm that a smile erupted onto your face, and you turned to grin at ushijima, excitement in your eyes.

ushijima returned your grin with a small smile, pride evident in his eyes. “nice kill, (y/n).”

that’s when goshiki realized he was in love.

————————————

a year later, on the exact date the first time goshiki had met you after their loss to karasuno, he asked you to be his girlfriend after they won at spring nationals.

ushijima wasn’t surprised when you had said yes, and gave the two of you the biggest genuine smile he could muster, honestly happy that you two made each other happy.

(goshiki nearly cried when the old ace gave his approval of you two dating, but ushijima wasn’t about to tell him that he had been secretly rooting for you two this entire time.)

now as third years, you both were still together and in love with each other as much as you were with volleyball.

though you had decided to leave the club after your team's surprising loss at the inter-high qualifiers, you didn’t want to fully abandon your dream sport, so you decided to manage the boys instead.

being the female equivalent of ushijima skill wise paired with ushijima physically coming to practice to help coach the team sometimes, you two kept the team as imposing as ever.

you and your boyfriend always adored when your best friend came around every now and then despite being a professional player.

goshiki had looked up to him for so long, he couldn’t imagine what he’d be doing right now if it weren’t for ushijima and you keeping his love for volleyball as bright as ever.

so why did he get this weird pang in his chest whenever you congratulated ushijima after an impressive play, or whenever ushijima gave you small words of praise after you served the ball flawlessly?

the two of you were best friends, having known each other longer than goshiki had with either of you.

he shouldn’t be jealous that his girlfriend is giving praise to someone other than him, right?

he shouldn’t be jealous that somebody other than him made her smile with their words of approval.

right?

neither of the best friends noticed the fire in the ace’s eyes grow darker the longer he watched the two of you talk; the green beast in his chest began rearing its ugly head.

you had quite the surprise waiting for you back at the dorms.

——————

the moment you stepped into your boyfriend’s dorm room, you knew something was up with him.

usually after a practice with ushijima, he would never shut up about a new move that ushijima had shown him or a play he wanted to try out.

instead, he was uncharacteristically quiet, slowly shuffling out of his shoes and hanging up his sports bag before flopping face first onto his bed.

goshiki got lucky in his third year, somehow scoring a room meant for two all for himself. ‘just dumb luck i guess.’ he shrugged when you had questioned him with obvious jealousy.

you sat on the corner of his bed and stared at his face shoved into his pillows with a frown. what had gotten into him today? you thought practice had gone awfully well.

maybe one of the underclassmen had said something about his old hair style? you had to admit, goshiki did look kinda goofy with his bowl cut, but it had fit him perfectly.

his new undercut however, was awfully tasty to look at-

“do you like ushijima-senpai better than me?”

you’re immediately ripped out of your less than savory daydreams about your boyfriend, wide eyes staring at him in shock and concern.

you’re left speechless for a second but goshiki doesn’t continue, keeping his head buried in his pillows.

finally remembering how your vocal cords worked, you could only stare at him with worry evident in your eyes - not that he could see it.

“of course not, tomu. waka-kun may be my best friend, but you’re my boyfriend. i love you.”

you saw goshiki’s body slightly shake as he huffed into his pillowcase. “you said you love senpai, too, though…”

you groaned tiredly as you flopped onto your back beside him, bringing a hand to pinch the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes in frustration.

“tomu, baby, where is this coming from? of course i love toshi, but the love i feel for him is different compared to what i feel for you.”

goshiki stayed silent and you let him mull over his thoughts as you stared at the ceiling, watching the way the shadows from the tree branches rippled in the moonlight.

you could faintly hear the sound of wind howling from outside the window as you waited for goshiki to answer you, and you absentmindedly wondered if it was going to rain.

“do you like his praises better than mine?” goshiki’s voice has never sounded so small, usually filled with fire and enthusiasm.

you could hear the faintest hints of insecurity in his quiet tone, and your heart broke as you realized what was going on.

turning on your side, you faced goshiki who still had yet to remove his head from his pillows. with a firm grip on his muscular bicep, you push the ace until he’s on his side like you.

he avoids eye contact as his lips pulled into a pout, face slightly red with embarrassment. you smiled softly at how cute he looked, and grabbed his cheeks with both hands.

there was definitely a heavy cloud threatening to downpour over your boyfriend.

but when his eyes flickered to yours, goshiki felt the insecurities about his place in your heart melt away when he saw the pure look of love and adoration shining brightly at him.

“goshiki tsutomu, there is no one on this earth that i would like most to give me praises other than you!” you declared loudly, startling him. “so stop acting insecure, ya big baby.”

goshiki scoffed gently as you lightly chided him, turning his head to give your warm and calloused palm a soft kiss in appreciation.

the feeling of his plush and slightly chapped lips against your flesh sent tingles down your back, and you decided now was perfect to play your favorite game in the whole world (besides volleyball);

tease goshiki till he combusts.

continuing on with your previous thought, your eyes never leave the way your boyfriend kept his lips to your palm, content with staying there.

“besides, i wouldn't want anyone else telling me how i’m their good girl and how pretty i sound whenever we turn off the lights at night~” you purr sensually without warning.

you watch in slow motion as the bright scarlet you’ve come to adore spreads across his cheeks and up to his ears like wildfire as he snaps his eyes to yours, flustered.

“w-well i would h-hope not!” he stuttered with a forced laugh, trying to not let you see how easily your words affected him.

(plot twist, you could see how easily he was affected.)

with a sly grin, you moved your palm away from your boyfriend’s lips and smiled innocently at him as he watched you adjust yourself with wary eyes.

you snaked your legs in between his and before goshiki could question you, you hooked your leg around his knee and gripped his arm, heaving him to rest above you.

with a startled yelp, your boyfriend brought his hand up to steady himself and not crush you under his weight.

his large palm came to rest beside your head and he quickly brought his other hand up to match it, stabilizing himself as you hooked your legs on his hips.

his face felt like it was on fire as you stared up at him smugly, enjoying the way his lips parted in a soft moan as you rolled your hips up into his, grinding your core against his rapidly growing erection.

“i love you more than anything in this world, tsutomu.” you whispered sweetly and goshiki softened at the raw vulnerability you were showing him.

but that softness disappeared when you wound your fingers into his silky black hair and tugged, a cheeky smile on your pink lips.

“why don’t you prove to me your praises are better than toshi’s, and i’ll be the final judge, hm?”

that ugly green monster in his chest licked its lips at the bait, and goshiki grasped it and tugged.

———————

goshiki groaned into your breasts as he tightened his grip on your ass, mind going hazy at the way you clenched around his cock as you rode him.

he sunk his teeth into your flesh, sucking harshly to leave a reminder in the morning and you keened at the sensation, hips bucking slightly as you tossed your head back in pleasure.

goshiki filled you perfectly. it was as if you were made to take his cock. it stretched you to the point of tears and with every drop of your hips, his spongey tip smashed right into your poor cervix.

goshiki pulled away from your chest and smirked smugly at the dark bruise already forming, that jealous monster in his chest bristling with satisfaction.

he lifted his gaze to your face and groaned at the sight of you impaling yourself on his cock, looking so beautiful as the moonlight glistened on your dewy skin.

your eyes were closed as you focused on the intense feeling of his cock stretching you, whimpering every time you rose and felt the emptiness it left behind before crying out as you dropped back down.

you looked absolutely gorgeous fucking yourself on him, so of course he had to let you know.

“you look so pretty riding my cock like this, baby.” goshiki cooed to you, eating up the way your expression turned desperate as you bounced on his cock slightly faster than before.

his grip on your ass tightened as he lightly met your thrusts, pushing his hips up at the same time you came down, knocking the breath from you.

“you feel so tight and warm wrapped around me, like you were made for my cock. don’t you agree, (y/n)?”

all you could do was nod dumbly before goshiki suddenly locked your hips in place, planting his feet on the bed as he began pounding into your core.

a small scream left your lips as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, gripping onto goshiki’s shoulders tightly as he slammed into you with a dizzying amount of force.

his dirty praise never stopped as he pummeled your insides.

“you take my cock so - fuck! - well, baby.” he groaned into your neck, biting his lip at the way your cunt fluttered around him at the praise.

“my p-pretty girl, letting me rearrange her insides like this. only i get to f-fuck you like this.” goshiki growled out before suddenly slipping out of you and pushing you off his lap.

you began to whine at the loss of pleasure when a startled yelp left your lips as he manhandled you onto your stomach.

thick thighs came to rest on either side of your hips as he leaned over your body and pushed back into your tight cunt.

you squealed as he stretched you back open and began pounding into you, large palms gripping the sheets on either side of your shoulders.

he felt so much bigger like this and you drooled into the mattress, drunk on the way he was fucking you stupid.

goshiki let out a snarl as he latched his teeth onto the back of your neck, relishing in the way you cried out and clenched around his cock.

his hips slammed into yours hard enough that the bed was squeaking loudly, and if anyone passing by stopped and listened hard enough they’d be able to tell what was going on in a heartbeat.

but right now goshiki couldn’t bring himself to care, eyes glowing green as he fucked the jealousy out of him system.

“no one can make you feel like this but me.” he moaned out, sneaking one of his hands around your throat and squeezing.

“not ushijima, not anyone else, just me.”

he pulled your head back towards him as he switched from fast, shallow thrusts to slow and deep rolls, grinding his hips into your ass after every slam.

you mewled weakly around his fingers, vision going hazy from the slight lack of oxygen.

“c’mon pretty girl, tell me.” he panted into your ear, teeth closing in and nipping the flesh. though his words were confident and harsh, you could hear the slight desperation underneath it.

“tell me who’s fucking your pretty and sloppy cunt?”

“y-you, tsut-tomu!” you stuttered out, tears in your eyes as he stirred your insides.

your clit was rubbing against the sheets and the friction was delicious, aiding in speeding up your orgasm.

goshiki groaned in approval, and his hips began to pick up speed again. “can ushijima fuck you like this?” your heart clenched at the quiet way he muttered those words and you felt a frenzy come over you to soothe his worries.

so you turned your head as best you could in this position, shooting him a desperate look in your teary eyes as you cried for him.

“n-no one can f-fill me or p-praise me as well as you, tsutomu!” goshiki’s hips stuttered at the rawness of your fucked out voice.

“not t-toshi, or anyone! o-only y-you!” you cried out even louder as goshiki let himself go, slamming into you with everything he’s got.

his hands gripped your waist with bruising strength as he moaned and whined desperately into your spine, desperate to let you know how much he loved you.

your body bounced on the creaking bed from the force of his thrusts, and with a final harsh pump, your clit dragged against the sheets perfectly and you fell apart with a scream.

goshiki choked on a moan as you tightened around him like a vice, his hips stilling as he shot his load directly into your womb, fat tip pressed as deep into you as your body would allow it.

your eyes fluttered shut as your body was zapped of all energy, goshiki having fucked it out of you.

you moaned softly as he pulled out, warm hands lifting your hips slightly and spreading your ass to watch his cum ooze out of your twitching hole with a sharp gleam in his eye.

the ugly green beast in his chest was temporarily satisfied.

legs rendered useless, you collapsed back onto the bed and panted lightly against the sheets. the room was silent now except for your combined panting and the sound of the wind whipping rain against the glass.

you figured it was gonna rain at some point.

your eyes widened as you felt goshiki mount you again, rubbing his still hard cock slowly against the crease of your ass.

you turned around to look at him in alarm because surely there was no way for him to be able to go at it again-

you mentally began crying at the sight of his brown eyes gleaming down at you excitedly, the green monster of jealousy in him ready to go again.

“c’mon baby, don’t tell me you’re already tired? i still have to prove my praises are the best~”

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