Sleeping On The Couch After An Argument Part Two

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miya atsumu x fem reader

wc: 650

missed call from: atsumu

the first installment of the voicemail series!! dedicating this one to the wonderful @shoyokuns​ for enabling and inspiring me for this one behehe… love u v much <3

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nsfw, fem reader, noncon, masturbation, stalking, voyeurism

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sgudhsjssj i love ur blog <3 was hoping if i could request a small fic where kyōtani gets horny late at night and asks f!reader to sit on his face and ‘smut’ ensues ?1??1? ahh i hope this was okay lol <3 have a good day ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ

KYŌTANI K. + FACE-SITTING —

c/w: f. reader; pet name “puppy”; hint of daddy kink; face-sitting; hair-pulling; pinch of manhandling

you’re home late one night // slipping into bed next to a half-awake kyou // he immediately pulls you into his side // hot chest pressed tight against yours n his cock starting to chub at the thought of fucking you

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“couldn’t sleep without you, baby girl,” he murmurs, sliding a warm hand over your hip, fingertips just dipping and teasing under the waistband of your shorts.

“‘kenta.” your voice is a whiny whisper in the almost dark, knowing exactly where this leads— where it always leads when he gets needy and handsy like this.

“c’mon, puppy. let me taste you, yeah?” his hand dips fully under your shorts, grabbing a handful of your ass and dragging you towards him. his hips roll into your thigh, grinding his cock against your leg like a horny little dog. “please, baby, just want to make you cum in my mouth.”

with the way he pleads so softly, you give in, tugging his face to yours to finally kiss him. his lips scratch a little, slightly chapped from his constant biting on them, but it feels good, rawing your own and making them swollen.

“want you on my face, baby girl, please. hop on up here for me,” he groans, helping you wiggle out of your shorts and up to straddle his pretty face. “just want to make you cum, puppy. use my mouth, c’mon.”

perched on his face, you have the perfect view to admire him from — his fat cock hard against his thigh, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he cants his hips up into thin air.

he flattens his tongue and licks a broad, hot swath up your puffy cunt, poking the tip of his tongue to tease your little hole. he hones in on your swollen clit immediately, suckling on it hard, so, so eager to make you cum.

the swirling of his tongue makes you keen, one hand reaching behind you to fist his hair, desperately clinging onto something as you hump his soft lips. kyoutani moans at the hard pull on his roots, the sound muffled into your cunt as he harshly drags you down by the hips, burying his face entirely.

you whine and hiccup, all needy for your daddy, “gonna cum, ‘kenta- please, daddy, ‘m gonna m- make a mess.”

“nuh-uh, puppy,” he laughs and pulls away.

kyoutani knows he’s got you right where he wants you, teetering and desperate to cum. the grip he has on your waist tightens suddenly as he lifts you off of his face, tossing you to the side with a little squeal as you bounce on the mattress.

the cocky grin he gives you is shiny and wet, eyes dark as he moves over you. “’m not done with you yet.” <//3

it's always the bad ones that are attractive as hell

Thinking about slow sensual sex with Osamu in missionary as he’s drilling your shit because Atsumu was flirting with you on accident (drunk) and instead of ‘Samu getting pissed he gets insecure because he’s had a rough week at work so he’s pouring all his emotions into it and holding you tight cos he’s afraid you’ll leave him and he’s sucking hickeys into your neck whilst whispering praise and love confession into your ear and 😀 this shit bussin

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i’ve been on osamu brainrot for a long while now like :((( and this just :(((

atsumu didn’t mean to flirt with you. he’s a natural flirt sober, so it’s imaginable how he’d be drunk. it’s not that he chose to flirt with you out of spite for his brother, or even just to get on his nerves slightly. he just did. so you wait for your boyfriend to snap back at him, to get angry and to shove him off of you, to possessively pull you to him. anything. 

except all he does is just sigh lowly and lean close to you till his forehead’s nearly resting against your shoulder, before he whispers, “can we please go home?” and his voice is uncharacteristically small, a little bit shaky, and so, so tired. you wouldn’t have thought twice any other occasion, but today, you make effort in actually leaving as possible as you can. your hand is in his the whole time until the both of you are safely home. 

the first thing he does once the door shuts behind you is pull you into a searing kiss. it’s passionate and soft and breathtaking, the way it always is with osamu. but there’s something there that unidentifiable for you. you can’t seem to put a finger on what’s— different. but all you know is that something is off. either way, you’re quick to lose yourself in the kiss, like always, allowing him to guide you to your shared bedroom, to strip you of your clothes, to strip himself of his, to kiss you open mouthed as he lays you on the mattress ever so gently. 

he sinks into you so slowly, his face buried in the crook of your neck. and it doesn’t lift up from there. his hands roam free and his lips kiss at your neck and his teeth sink into your skin as he pants and gasps against you, thrusting inside of you deeply, but his face is completely turned away from you. it’s not completely off till you realize he hasn’t made a move to kiss you at all, but he always leaves you a little brainless when he fucks you, no matter how he’s fucking you, so you let him. you let him hide against you, his hands squeezing at your sides and hips as you finally hear him let out a broken, “i love you, i love you—” and his chest heaves, his breath hiccups as he adds a small, whimpering, “please—”

like he’s— like he’s begging you to hear him. to hear him and acknowledge that he loves you, he loves you so much, and that you love him too. he’s begging tell me you love me too, tell me you love me, tell me you love me— because he’s just so tired. tired of simply being miya atsumu’s brother, tired of placing second, tired of not being wanted, not being admired, not being loved. and he’s so scared, so scared that he’ll eventually fall so far behind, fall so deep within the shadow of his brother that it’ll be too dark to navigate. and who is he in comparison to someone like his brother? how can he be so sure that you do love him? and that it won’t be so easy to love his brother instead? 

so he begs, silently, quietly, tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me—

and you do. with your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close to you, close as you ever will be and ever can be, as he sharply and slowly thrusts into you, you tell him you love him, you love him so much, forever and always. 

“always you, samu,” you promise, lips pressed to his temple, breath shaky and limbs trembling. “only you, and always you.” 

and he tries, he tries so hard to believe you. he tries, and tries, and tries. with his face still hidden from you, and his heart in his throat, he tries. for you. 

currently thinking abt perv!sugawara ... anything u do makes him so hard and when he finally gets to fuck u, he’s saying the filthiest shit to u, telling u ur too pretty not to ruin n overstimulating u bc he’s genuinely drunk on how good u feel ... thoughts? 😁

>.>

— pervert! sugawara + mentions of pantie ripping + pierced dick! sugawara + minor dub con + creampie + f! reader

his gazes are always lingering over you. you can feel the heavy weight of it, but everytime you look directly at him it’s morphed into something sweet and light.

it’s when you turn your head to look away that it’s heavy once more.

he always treats you so well; offering to open doors, gives you any seat you want, drapping his jacket over your shoulders when you’re cold.

koushi always tells you with a velvet tone just how cute you are, doting easily upon you. he doesn’t tell you how it’s your cute face the only thing that flitters through his mind when he fists his cock over and over in bed- always after being around you, the scent of your hair fresh in his mind. he grasps at the memory of you while he does, it’s always that much sweeter when you’ve just left his home.

he doesn’t know how he got you like this, disbelief that he’s tasting, touching, feeling the real thing that is you.

the confession tumbles from his lips like a prayer, eyes lidded- once more looking at you. this time wanting you to see how he drinks in the form of you so nice and pretty under him.

“dreamt about this... for a long time.” sugawara whispers, the deep and twisted satisfaction of seeing your wrists turn in his hold- tugging to test the strength of his one hand capturing both of them in a frantic need.

“watched you every change i had- wanting you for no one else but me... and now that i have you...” he sighs, tugging his hips forward, dragging the weight of him through your folds.

“i almost don’t wanna do anything else.”

lips curl up into a smile, crescent eyes so pretty and soft- clear juxtaposition to the way his naked and pierced cock is lying over your cunt, ripped panties and bottoms forgotten in a messy pile by your hip.

“too pretty- don’t wanna messy up your cute cunt, my love.”

the high whine that leaves your lips sounds like the prettiest symphony he’s ever heard, like a bell.

your frantic wiggling once the piercing bumps against your clit makes it all so much better- he doesn’t comment on it, lets you figure it out while you stare at him with big dumb eyes- knowing exactly that there’s that odd foreign hardness lying nice on the tip of him.

he nods slightly no words needed to confirm your unspoken question, watching your lips part- gasping.

how you look and sound beneath him by far exceeding the nastiest and wildest dreams that have plagued him since he’s had the pleasure of seeing you for the first time- so seemingly unobtainable, but now lying tummy up on his bed- drooling all over the underside of his throbbing cock.

there was a certain want to edge himself- truly not wanting to distort the pretty picture he’s painted of you in his head- but if you look this good, already feel this good and receptive and needy... the thought of sliding his cock inside you would surely be euphoric.

he shivers at the way your slick paints the heavy metal pierced through the tip of his cock, air cooling down the metal significantly.

it’s enough for him to swallow down the need to keep you squirming and whining for him.

“gunna warm my cock- nice and wet inside you, can i?”

it’s all rhetorical- knowing you want him like he wants you, sliding in before the sentence leaves his mouth.

his head tips forward, mouth agape with every breath that leaves his mouth in heavy pants, eyes wide at how tight you squeeze around him.

he swears he can feel even more of your arousal squeeze out of your tight velvet walls once he bottoms out; painting his pubes and crotch with it all.

now that sugawara has you- he’s never going to let you go, now knowing that the fantasy he’s made in his head of you would and could never compare to the real you.

he swipes a tongue over his lips, once again letting another frame of imagination bleed through while he fucks you, keenly watching your body jolt with the impact of him eagerly pounding you down into the bed.

“gunna c-cum inside you!” he gasps, shaking at your climaxing body, seizing up over and over- a tear slipping from his eyes at how good it all is.

he once again doesn’t give you a moment of reprieve- choosing instead to give in and spurt heavy load after load inside you, huffing out an incredulous laugh at everything; how much cum he’s pumping eagerly into your pulsing squelching walls, how it’s being squeezed out- lying in thick globs where you two meet.

he’s finally got you- he’s got you and you’re all his, cuming sweetly around his cock, clawing at him for more, dick nestled impossibly tight inside as he lets load after load sit inside you.

ALL I SAW WAS JEAN'S CHIN AND IM ALREADY GOING FERAL

Kiss 'N Run —꒱

You run away after you kiss them

Rin - the stoic expression doesn’t change as he chases after you…terrifying as fuck if you ask me. Grabs you by the bicep and slams his chest into your back—keeping you there with his arms tightly wrapped around you. “Why’d you run?” there is a hint of sadness in his tone but you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine and stopped at your nape. He presses soft kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

Sae - “Oh…” stares at your back, dumbfounded, and not knowing what the hell just happened. Doesn’t chase or ask why you ran, he goes on with his day like nothing happened (dw he’ll make sure you are kissed good when you’re alone with him.)

Oliver - Runs after you after yelling, “no running in the halls.” Fucking hypocrite. The widest grin on his lips when he catches you (kicks you to the floor*) He cages you under him and chuckles bc he finds you too fucking cute. Kills you with his kisses and hickeys.

Shidou - how are you gonna try running when his hand is already on your neck and squeezing so tightly? Do you wanna die or something? If you somehow manage to run, he thinks you’re so fucking hilarious…you better start praying for your ass to be saved later bc he’s not gonna let you off easily.

Barou - as soon as you turn on your heel, his big hand is on your hair and he is pulling you back to him to smash your lips on his for a kiss so deep, you think your knees melted and you’re unable to stand anymore. “No running from the king,” he says before pinning you against the wall.

All are aged up.

© kenruu

Breathe (Oikawa Tooru x Reader)

Word Count: 2,425

Summary: As the manager of Aoba Johsai, you take it upon yourself to make sure everyone is taken care of. Which is why you find yourself making sure that a certain captain isn’t pushing himself, especially after a knee injury. It’s not until an incident in the locker room that you begin to realize just how much Oikawa means to you.

Warnings: FLUFF, making out, language

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I. Fucking. Love. Oikawa. Tooru. With. All. My. Heart.💕💕💕 I hope you guys like this one! I wanted to turn it into a smut but didn’t lol. Everyone is an Oikawa girl, don’t even lie! Please let me know what you think, and also let me know if you guys would be interested in some Oikawa smut👀👀 I’m currently working one on two more pieces. I want to show some Tendou love and everyone needs more Ushijima content in their life! I hope you guys are having a fantastic week and I’m so sorry for the slow updates! Stay safe and stay happy😊😊😊

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