#sub haikyuu

CWs: mean!dom!reader, loss of virginity, rough handling

He was so nervous but at the same time he felt so giddy! The fact that you were gonna be his first made him all dizzy and lightheaded. "Hnngh— a-are you sure that's gonna fit?", the poor boy stuttered, but you're just so big, he can't help but be a bit scared!

"Shh, I'm gonna make you feel good." You whisper in his ear, intertwining your fingers with his and slowly pushing your dick against his hole. "Ah— HAH— you're.... so d-deep NGHH!!" He mewls, even though you've just put in the tip of your cock. He starts squirming as you keep going deeper and deeper into him, so you just press down your chest against his until he's immobile against the mattress.

Once you bottom out, he's a hot mess. Panting, whining, crying, all the works. "Is this too much for my dear, hmm? Should I pull out and leave you here?" You coo at him, in a half mocking tone while feigning concern. His eyes widen at your words and he immediately starts pleading.

"P-please— please don't! I can handle it I promise! Just don't stop fucking me I beg you!" He cries out, and you take that as your clue to start moving your hips. "Well, then..." you mutter, "be good and take it."

SIMEON, Zenitsu, Leviathan, IDIA, Gyutaro, ATSUSHI, Tanjiro, Giyuu, Rengoku, Malleus, Riddle, Dazai, Oikawa, Sugawara, your faves♡

wc: 2.8k+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, student x teacher relationship, professor!reader, reader is in mid/late twenties and oikawa is early twenties, college au, dry humping, begging, hair pulling, praising, teasing, choking, slight edging, pet names, a few mentions of "miss" for reader however can be ignored since no body parts are mentioned

note: lets see if i can still write good

"Professor? Can you go back and repeat that?"

You sigh and without turning around to see who asked the question, you begin repeating what you've just said out loud again. After all, you know exactly who asked the stupid question: Oikawa Toru.

Sure you're fresh out of college and new to the job but you're perfectly capable of dealing with all of the situations and problems that come with teaching. Your first year teaching sub-disciplines of biology passed by perfectly normally, with you even becoming one of the favorite teachers among the students.

So you weren't concerned when your second year began and you were prepared for most of the things that you assumed would happen.

But what you weren't prepared for was to deal with Oikawa fucking Toru, a senior who you've heard from your fellow teacher friends tends to be a constant pain in the ass.

He's the typical bad student. He's always bullying kids he deems inferior to him, hangs out with the frat boys, throws parties every week if not every day, and gets into fights. All while having girls surrounding him.

Oh, and he interrupts your teaching every second he gets.

Tw: nsfw, mentions of dacryphilia, belly bump, manhandling, thigh fetish, mind break if you squint just filthy stuff eh, I'm not good at this, idk what possessed me I was trying to sleep and this hits me like a ground breaking discovery

❗Warnings— Strapwarming (It's cockwarming but.. It's a Strap-on instead), Pegging, Overstimulation, Cowgirl Position, very short

👤 Character: Kenma Kozume [Haikyuu!]

Kenma's hips wiggle gently in you lap, while pouting and frowning as he looked at his Nintendo Switch in his hands, he also let out a low groan. He was so focused that he even forgot. The thick strap-on nestled deep inside him.

His slender thighs weakened slightly, his focus shifting away from the video game for a few seconds as that bulbous tip began pressing insistently against his prostate, making his breathing fails. You smile watching your boyfriend's internal struggle, unsure of what to do, whether to continue the game or not.

Kenma had been at it for almost an hour already, in that time, he must have already come a couple of times, even without moving incessantly, and that has already made his mind start turning to mus, his cute cock, threatening spilling another puddle of sperm.

Forgetting about the Switch, and leaning against your chest, while relaxing his shoulders, he feels another wave of a lazy orgasm staining his own thigh.

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × harsh and manipulative reader

content: mentions of light bondage, name calling (ma’am), praising, degradation and humiliation, manipulation, cockstepping, begging, foot humping—fucking, cum licking, usage of toys (vibrator and silicon toy), simple aftercare.

note: PART 1. PART 2. PART 4. these are the previous parts of this short series! if you want to have a better reading experience, please read them first before proceeding with this one. ps: i will be making a 4th one since i think i made this one too long and felt the need to cut it. TT :: requested by anon!

note again: part 4 is out. :)

hearts, comments and reblogs are all appreciated.

the moon was bright, gleaming as you were walking back to your sweet home. you were out in the park, left hand holding the remaining medium-sized pack of cat food while the other has a big bottle of water and cup. feeding strays was your favorite hobby to do but you felt exhausted tonight, so you made up a choice to go home a bit earlier. the route that leads to your village was just a walking distance but you were tired, far too tired that you just made up a decision to just take a cab.

entering your home, you could already feel the sleepiness take over but you remembered a task you still have to do, and that was you needed to check on something. you placed all of your stuff in your living room, washed your hands, and made sure all the doors were locked before proceeding to accomplish what you had to do.

you could already hear the noises coming from your hallway as you walked towards it, eyes focused on the gloomy passage. as you reached the door leading to your basement, you twisted the doorknob, pushing the door gently before seeing the full view of what was in front of you. you entered the said room with a sinister smile that slowly creeped up your face. it was he, the boy you had captured and taken into your home. the boy who had been pestering you mentally. the tiredness left your body as soon as you got to see him better.

it was truly a beautiful sight to see. he was naked, sitting on the floor, chained so that his movements were restricted. his eyes were covered and so was his mouth, the soft fabrics now smeared with tear and saliva marks that’s most probably caused from his pathetic scream and cries.

you walked closer to his figure and knelt down to properly meet his level. after putting yourself in a comfortable position, you then took off his blindfold and mouth cover before breaking the silence, “what a pathetic, little boy you are. you’ve been crying so much, haven’t you? look at those big, sad eyes— oh, and those hickey covered neck— you look like a beat up puppy, ain’t ya, baby?” you said, hand slowly creeping up to touch his neck, and the other to cup his face. he whimpers at the sudden contact, eyes jittering as they tried to make contact with yours.

“l-look..” he said, “i’m sorry for being a pathetic weirdo t-that did nothing but, b—but stalk you, do fucked up things about you and more weird stuff. i p—promise i was only gonna drop those items and go awa—” he suddenly stopped, eyes going wide as he let out a loud scream. you had gotten up step on his cock, so suddenly that he screamed like a little girl.

“now, will that make you shut up?” a scoff left your mouth, lowering yourself down once again. “you know, i was so disappointed that you’d rather spy on me than be a big boy and face me. remember when i said that i expected more from you? you probably don’t cause i knocked you out but, yeah. my mind still hasn’t changed about that.” you added, thumb grazing his cheek with a disappointed look in your eyes. the words that left your mouth made his stomach drop. h—he disappointed you? he wants to be anything but a disappointment to you! you shouldn’t have said that to him— he’ll prove you that he is worthy, that he is good and not a piece of trash.

to fully add more to the effect, you removed your hand that was touching his face and that fuelled more of his desires to be better for you. with hands trembling, he weakly grabs your hand again and placed it back on his face, hands now holding both the back of your palm and your arm. the boy stared at you with pitiful eyes then spoke, “but i’m not bad, r—right? all i did was to protect you, and to keep you safe. please take it back, i’ll prove to you that i’m good ! i’ll do anythin’ you want. i’m sorry, p-please, anything..” he begs with tears in his eyes, mouth stuttering as he tries to properly tell you how he’s sorry, how he’ll be good and do anything, and everything that you want, just so you’ll take back what you said.

“oh you wanna prove to me that you’re a good boy? that you’re my good boy? then that means you’ll do anything i want, ain’t that right?” you bombed him with questions, emphasizing the part where you said my as his eyes sparkled at the thought— your good boy? yes! he’ll do anything of course, it’s you who he’s breathing and serving for, anyway. he’s only living because you also exist. “yes, yes! anything you want me t’do, i’ll do ‘em.” he blurts out, fixing his position to prepare himself on what he has to do. “atta, boy, you said it yourself. you wanna do anything i tell you, right? fuck my foot then, prove yourself to me.” you said blankly as you got up. he was stunned— are you joking or were you serious? he instantly got the answer just by looking at your face, and that is you were actually for real. “what’re you waiting for? get started already.”

“yes, ma’am..” he stutters out. you then loosened the chains that were restricting him, so that he could move a little better. the said boy slowly grabbed the lower part of your leg, positioning himself to your foot. a silent moan left his lips as he started to grind his cock against it, the base of his erection rubbing on the bridge of your foot. the friction he was getting from progressively fucking your foot made him feel lightheaded, thoughts running in his mind about how dumb he probably looks. still, he couldn’t believe he’s actually getting contact with your body, even if it made him look filthy below you. it was fine as long as it’s for you. “hahh— feels good..” he pants, slowly loosing himself, grinding a lot faster in order to get more friction. minutes passed by and everything was drowned out, all except the noises the chains were making because of his rocking movements.

“m’ sorry, so s—sorryy for being a d-dumb lil’ boy, please forgive me—” he’s still moving, but now quicker and more animalistic. random apologies left his mouth, whining out about how he’s sorry for being a disgrace to you, how he is sorry for letting you down. his nonsense went on for a long period, and so was his actions, all while blabbing and degrading himself about how pathetic he is.

“n-need, i need to— hic! i think i’m g—gonna— ah! wai—” his feverish noises and blabbers were finally cut off as he rides off his high, crying with his mouth agape as his cum spurts out his pinky tip. his sticky semen covered your foot, most of it actually. it really was a whole lot of liquid, as if he hasn’t had a proper release for decades. “i only said to hump my foot— not cum on it! bad dog! go clean it up before i get mad.” you shouted at the poor boy attached to your leg.

“i—i’m sorry for not asking for permission to cum..” he apologizes to you. you were literally far from mad, in fact, you were actually getting wet inside your panties just by seeing how well he was obeying you. he really was the perfect pet, just need a little more training, that’s all. “okay, i will clean i-it.” he says, getting off of your foot and bending down to meet it. after bending down to meet its’ level, he then starts to lick his cum off of it. the feeling of his tongue making contact with your foot made a hot feeling enter your stomach. for you, it was so entertaining to see your pet serve below you, all because of one simple command. for him, he didn’t mind the actions that he was doing because it was all to earn your apology, though it was disgusting to taste his own release. once he was done, he stopped and looked up at you, waiting for your next command.

“very well, then. wait for me, i have a surprise for you.” you spoke with an unnoticeable smirk on your lips. he nodded, waiting patiently as you walked out of the door and closed it. you slowly made your way towards your room to grab a vibrator and dildo that you’ve been waiting to use on someone, and lucky for him, he was the chosen one. after getting the toy, you went back quickly towards the hallway, then the basement. “i’m back, good thing you didn’t escape or else i would’ve duck taped you to the headboard of my bed.” you said, laughing slightly at your own words as if he can actually move enough to get up. though for him, it wasn’t a joke since he’d gladly comply with that. “now where was i? oh— i forgot to tell you, close your eyes first before i reveal my surprise.”

“okay, ma’am.” the agreement left his mouth as he closed his eyes, making sure to firmly shut them off. you slowly put upfront the items that were behind your back before poking him to open his eyes. his reaction was priceless as he saw what was infront of him. “surprise! do you like it? i’ve been waiting to use these on someone, and you’re just the perfect one. what are we waiting for? let’s start, shall we?” you slowly lifted your index finger, signaling him to arch his lower body upward, so that you can place the dildo on the floor below him. after placing the silicon toy, you guided him to sit back so that it can enter his hole, all with no preparation. good thing he was already stretched out from all the numerous times he was fucking himself, lonely whilst thinking about your body. a loud moan slipped out his lips as he finally sunk down all the way, taking all parts of the toy. you were about to order him to start moving but he was far too horny, so he wasted no time to bounced on it, not waiting for your signal.

“this guy is a fucking slut..” you couldn’t help but mumble to yourself as you stared at the weirdo.

“ah! ah! i-i feel s’goodd— thank you! than’ you! a-and s-shorrry for— for not w-waiting.. hah! ” he babbles out to you, bouncing erratically on the toy that was penetrating the insides of his ass. “m-mhm! w—wha—” he stammers as he was caught off guard when you suddenly placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick. your spontaneous move made him start to fucking scream-whine. his body was squirming, hands rapidly trying to find something that he could hold onto for support, as the pleasure was getting too much for him. his pink tip started to seep out tiny amounts of white liquid as the toy vibrated. but you didn’t stop, instead, you put the toy on the highest setting. you also guided him to hop harder like a bunny and held both his fists out to even look more like the animal. by this time, he was already gone, mind too blank that all that left his mouth was noises of thank you’s! so full’s! g-good’s! and many more, just from pure pleasure. it took him 2 times to cum till he finally passed out from tiredness.

Kenma sits on your bed, legs curled up beneath him, sleeves of your hoodie pulled down so far they swallow his hands. It smells like you—warm, familiar, and safe. And if he tugs the collar down just a bit, he can see the mottled blush of hickies you left all along his neck and collarbone. They’re fresh and dark, some a little messy, others perfectly shaped. He’d tilted his head for you so obediently earlier, let you mouth at his skin until he was sighing and squirming under your weight.

Now, he’s alone in your room, bare legs on your sheets, only your hoodie and his boxers on, and he can’t stop looking.

His phone feels too big in his hands as he lifts it, angles the camera toward his neck. The first picture is a little shaky. He bites his lip and takes another, lowering the hoodie just enough to expose more of the bruises. The sight makes his stomach flutter, blood rushing right back down to where you’d left him so needy earlier.

He takes a few more photos—some close, some angled from below where his thighs peek out beneath the hem of your hoodie, just the suggestion of skin and shadows. It makes his face heat up so badly that he has to pause and press his cheek into the sleeve to cool off.

After a minute, he scrolls through them. His breathing is a little quick, a little shallow. His heart is pounding. Every photo reminds him of your mouth, your hands, your voice. And he looks owned. Ruined, even. It’s embarrassing—he likes it too much.

He hesitates. Then selects the one where he’s glancing shyly to the side, neck tilted to show the worst of the marks, mouth parted. Sends it to you without a word.

A minute passes. Then two.

And then your reply buzzes through:

“You look so pretty like that, baby.”

His breath catches.

He immediately hides his face in the crook of his arm, whining quietly into your hoodie. He can’t help the way his thighs press together, how his hips shift just a little. He wants you to say it again, wants you to come back and see how flustered he is. How desperate. All from your words. All because of you.

He shakily types a response.

“I can’t stop looking. Is that weird?”

His fingers hover for a second before hitting send.

He stares at the screen, waiting, chest tight with something sweet and aching. Needy.

teacher!sugawara, who's just so sexually frustrated :( he who wakes up rock hard every morning— cock aching, straining against the fabric of his boxers, throbbing like it’s begging to be touched. but he’s always late. always rushing to iron a shirt, shove toast in his mouth, and sprint out the door with his bag half open and keys in his teeth.

most mornings he ignores it. buries the ache. tells himself he’ll deal with it after work (poor boy never does)'

why was today any different? why did he swear up and down that it'd just be 'real quick' as he turned onto his stomach, cock already leaking with pre n pressing into the mattress like his body knew what to do before he did?

“mmhh—” he breaths into the pillow, face buried deep, arms hugging it tight like he’s trying to anchor himself. his hips move slow at first, desperate little grinds into the sheets, like he’s testing it, like he can’t believe how good it feels.

the tip of his cock peeks out of his underwear, his mouth falls open in a silent moan as it drags against the fabric, each stroke sending heat curling up his spine. he ruts in short, shaky motions, messy and clumsy, driven by instinct and backed up need.

“f-fuck…” his voice is barely there, slurred and wet, his thighs trembling as he picks up the pace, hips bucking just a bit harder. his boxers are ruined, stuck to his skin from all the slick dripping out of him, and it only makes the friction worse, makes it better.

his head spins. everything blurs.

and then it hits— this filthy little thought that makes his stomach twist; what if someone was watching? what if you saw him like this? humping his bed like a needy little thing, mouthing at a pillow and grinding down like a dog in heat?

“so desperate, baby,” your voice in his ear, low and mean. “you couldn’t even wait, huh? fucking your sheets like they’re me?”

he gasps.

“y-yeah, mhm, f’you, please… i—hah, i need it, i need to cum,” he basically sobs into the pillow, drool slipping past his lips as his hips stutter, pace erratic now, right there, right there....!

and then?

his alarm. "n-no, no no no—fuck!" he whines, whole body locking up, muscles stiff, high yanked right out of his reach as the sound tears him out of it.

he lays there, face still in the pillow, cock still twitching against the sweat soaked sheets. and he lets out the most pitiful, strangled groan you’ve ever heard as he flips onto his back, panting as he runs a hand over his face and through his hair.

another looong day ahead. one where he remained unfucked </3

Your shy subby boyfriend wants to feel you inside him, not his own fingers in the bathroom late at nights. One thought pulsates in his mind: “How can he explain that he wants you?" His shyness prevents him from asking you to fuck him. His Google page is a whole story about how he tries every day to find a way to seduce you. He tried all possible methods:

He took out his perfume, the ones you once called your favourites. He sprayed them on his neck, on the wrists, then passes them through the collarbone and chest, trying to create an elusive fragrant veil for you. He did it with the hope that when you get closer, the smell of the perfume you love will make you want to. But all he sees in response is your restrained smile.

Realising that the perfume didn't work, he decides to take bolder steps. He bought ice cream, enjoying it in front of your eyes. He ate it slowly, sensually licking his fingers, and watching your reaction with awe, but in response the same indifferent look.

In his head, he goes through various images that, in his opinion, can ignite passion in you. He tried on transparent lace lingerie, choosing the most seductive, hoping that you will not resist this seductive appearance. But again, he only got a light nod.