fanfic reblogs and oc stuff

$ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

— Atsumu is the rhythm of the game, he’s the whole reason the team’s got flow, so he likes to think. Naturally, he deserves appreciation for his skills, he deserves a small prize of his own—and what better prize than to have his best girl on her knees, sat right between his spread thighs as she shows him just who’s her number one.

Your lips are hot on Atsumu’s flesh, kissing up his inner thighs as his member stands tall, pre cum leaking from the angry tip. Grabbing it, you press more kisses up his shaft, placing one last one right on his tip, tongue gliding through his slit, making him groan as he throws his head back. “C-c’mon angel, get on with it,” he says, voice tight. He doesn’t bother hiding his moans when you take him in your mouth, letting them spill freely as they echo through the empty locker room. “God baby, yer so g-good ta me—fuck, just like that.” He only smirks when he meets the unimpressed gaze of his captain, moving to thread his fingers in your hair as he pulls you down his length until your nose meets his pelvis. “Lookie here, cap. Ma girl’s gotta show me the appreciation ya all don’t want ta. Ain’t that right, pretty angel?”

$ 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇

— Adriah is a sweetheart through and through. He’s a giver, he’s got a heart of gold that’s always thinking of you, always knows your little signs, and he can’t leave you unsatisfied, especially when the night’s young and he still has a post-game celebration to go to. If he can’t take you home to please you, he’s gotta find another place.

Adriah groans into your folds, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he laps at your cunt, alternating between your folds and sucking on your clit. His hand rubs soothingly over your thigh, despite your back arching off the bench as he rips yet another orgasm from you. “Good job, baby. Gotta make sure I give you enough so you’re not needy at the celebration,” he praises, kissing your inner thigh. A cough makes both your heads turn to the door, one of his teammates awkwardly shuffling as they try their best not to stare at your exposed cunt. “If you don’t mind,” Adriah huffs, “I got my girl to please, so kindly go away.” And with that, he kisses your clit, preparing to make you cum on his tongue yet again.

$ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀

— It’s not that Sakusa particularly enjoys shower sex like most people would think—in fact, he thinks it’s rather inconvenient. It’s just that it’s the most secluded of places in the locker room, and he’s not about to let his teammates get an eyeful of you, nor is he about to let his little problem down there go unresolved.

“Oh fuck,” Sakusa groans, burying his head into your neck as he thrusts into you, panting at the way your walls clamp down on him. His breath hitches when he feels you tug on his wet curls, pulling him out of your neck to bring into a searing kiss. The hot water gliding down your skin only adds to the way you’re set ablaze with each slam of his hips as he swallows your whines with his mouth, grip on your hips bruising as he gets closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, baby,” he grunts, “I’m not gonna last much—oh shit—much l-longer.” He growls when he hears a low whistle, followed by a “c’mon Omi-omi, ya gotta make yer girl cum first before ya do.” Eyes narrowing, Sakusa rubs your clit harshly with his thumb, making you squeal as you reach your high. “That’s it, princess, let that idiot hear you cum first.”

$ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎

— Bokuto can’t be bothered to pay attention to where he presses you against—as soon as you’re in the locker room, your back meets the cold metal of the lockers, his mouth on yours as he fumbles with your pants to tug them down. Whether or not it’s his locker is the least of his worries.

“Baby—baby, fuck,” Bokuto moans loudly, body pressed flush against you as he cages you with his large build, hands gripping the bottom of your thighs and holding you up as they’re wrapped around his torso. Your face buries itself into his neck, biting down on the skin to keep your moans muffled. You almost do a double-take when you look up, meeting the gaze of a wide-eyed ginger standing before you with an equally as shocked expression. “Umm, that’s uh… that’s my locker…” he trails off. With a grunt, Bokuto simply pulls you away from the locker he had you pressed against moments ago, carrying you a few strides over to the correct one this time. “Fuck baby, ‘m so close,” he whines, thrusts picking up in pace, completely unbothered to his teammate who’s awkwardly pulling clothes out to change into a few feet away.

$ 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀

— Hinata has always had a thing for the spotlight, always wanted to be a larger-than-life presence, and what better way to do that than give his fellow players a show. He only finds more thrill in the idea of them watching you through the mirror, watching your expression shift into one that only he can pull.