Men Who Get Cute Aggression When It Comes To You

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

streets

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x reader

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ nsfw, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral (male receiving), choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, slight praise kink

summary: you give your boyfriend top at the red light

you sigh as you climb into the passenger seat of the car, your body feeling heavy because of how tired you were. as you settle into the seat you hear the door of the driver’s side opening. your head lolling to the side, you see your boyfriend. you catch iwaizumi’s eyes and with a small smile he leans forward pecking your lips.

after pulling back, he begins to put his seat belt on and breaks the comfortable silence, “i hope tonight wasn’t too much. i know you don’t really like parties.”

oikawa had thrown a little new year’s kickback as a celebration of not only the new year but him finally being back in japan. he had invited a majority of the seijoh boys and of course iwaizumi. being oikawa’s closest friend, iwaizumi knew he had to show up or else oikawa would whine about it for the months to come. truth be told, hajime was looking forward to spending his new year with you cuddled on the couch while some random countdown special played in the background. clearly that wasn’t the case. the both of you had went and hajime had made it known that he didn’t feel like drinking tonight but he had no issue if you wanted to. you had decided not to drink too much because you didn’t want your boyfriend to ring in the new year by holding your hair up while you threw your guts up in the toilet. although, you knew that if that were to happen he would have no problem with it. a couple beers and a shot or two later, you and hajime decided to take your leave early in hopes that you two could make it home before the clock hit 12:00.

leaning your head back against the headrest you close your eyes and smile, “no, it’s okay. i had a lot of fun. nothing beats seeing makki and mattsun doing drunk karaoke.”

hajime begins to reverse the car, placing his hand on the back of your headrest as he looks back. he shakes his head, “yeah but hearing that shit is awful, i almost went deaf.”

he looks at you briefly before directing his attention to the road in front of him, “are you okay though? you need me to pick up anything?”

you were always able to handle your liquor fairly well so you don’t feel anything more than a slight buzz. you open your eyes to look at your boyfriend, slight smile still on your face, “i’m okay, just wanna be home.”

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a new ship has been made and i honestly find it kinda cute

seijoh x f!reader

request: fem!reader is at a Halloween party and is dressed up as a cat, complete with a collar and a tag that says ‘your name here.’ she’s knocking back drinks and flirting with Oikawa and Iwa, when Oikawa takes her upstairs, all of the Seijoh 3rd years coat her. tags: dubcon, alcohol, facials

“get on your back, baby,” oikawa commands, and your world tilts as you drunkenly topple onto the floor, rolling around happily as you look up at your two favourite men.

“pretty, aren’t you?” iwaizumi chuckles, watching your flushed face from his position above you.

you nod dazedly, smiling brightly at them. in your stupor you start to undo the ties at the front of your shirt, exposing your breasts. you giggle when you see the bulge in their pants, the hunger in their eyes. you suck your finger into your mouth.

“you can come in now, guys,” oikawa suddenly says, and you realize he’s not talking to you.

your eyes are heavy, but you manage to lift them enough to see matsukawa and hanamaki walk into the room. they glance at you, and instead of greeting you, they smirk at oikawa and iwaizumi.

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kenma IS a twink. but hes my twink <333

anywayss love the idea, fairyyyyy. i adore your juicy big brain

tw incest, voyeurism, dubcon, virg!kuroo can’t catch a fucking break I wanna keep writing this but it’ll have to be in a different ask

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kozume kenma x fem!reader x kuroo tetsuro

“It’s really not a big deal,” Kenma assures him again as he forces his normally blank face to show an ounce of understanding, something like a smile painted on his lips. “She won’t mind.” His long, slender fingers wrap around the door handle to push down without knocking — shoving the door to swing wide with a clean arc and reveal the slightly messy, but clean, fresh room. It isn’t obvious upon first glance that a girl lives here. At least not in the overtly girly way, a far cry from all the frilly, pink overly curated rooms he imagined being invited into when he was a teen boy in the midsts of high school.

This is the room of someone a little more grown, with books and candles and pillows with blankets stacked upon an overly thick mattress. A bed you’re sat on the edge of, scrolling through your song playlist when they barge in and your head snaps over your shoulder to make you put on a pout. “Niichan, don’t just come in! Knock first! I ask you a million times,” you snap, putting the phone down to let your gaze shift to the taller man by his side.

Kuroo’s eyes can’t help but slip down the thin camisole you’re wearing, plain undies and exposed legs as you uncross them. You’ve got the overly girly thing down in the way you lean onto one arm though, and the way your lips jutt out do something weird to the base of his skull. Tickle, send heat downward. “I could be naked, niisan.” You say it pointedly, stare at Kenma a bit longer than is necessary.

Something unspoken sits in his friend’s eyes.

After a moment, you push yourself up more to raise your eyebrows and turn your chest to face them both. And your big brother messily scratches under the tiny ponytail that’s tied in his hair, before going to sit on the other side of your bed. “Kuroo has something he wants to ask you.”

His tongue sits too fat in his own mouth. Your pretty eyes flick up to his where he still stands in the doorway, and instead of dismissing them both like he kind of expects you to, you turn around completely and put both feet out onto the bed so your toes basically brush Kenma’s thigh. Who absentmindedly strokes your shin as cat-like eyes point up. Kuroo’s always been pretty easy to get along with, talkative enough to do it for the both of them. A natural way with people, or something.

This is entirely different. Here, he’s made a spectacle, two matching gazes studying him as he tries to chuckle. He’s eyed down as he walks three big steps forward to reach the bed, and slowly lets himself sink into the plush covers too.

He wasn’t always crushing on you like he is now. You were a bit of a little tike when he was still in high school, ran too hot for proper girly clothes and liked sitting in your pjs on the couch as they gamed. It’s entirely different now that you’ve been away a few years from college and walk around the shared apartment in shirts that barely cover your ass when you make breakfast. Hickeys blooming all over your throat and collar and up your thighs that he always ends up catching a glimpse of when you bend at the waist and your skirts slide up enough to reveal the curve of your ass.

He was sure it wouldn’t bother him as much to live with a girl. It’s different for your brother. He doesn’t have to notice. To Kuroo, you’re not any girl, and the way your tits rise and fall in those stupid little things you wear is making it too hard. Him, too hard, too.

As he chews on his words trying to find the right ones, you lull your head to the side cutely.

“Come out with it already, you two perverts.” You don’t mean it judging by the mirth in your eyes, but it still makes him fluster. Can’t help himself, giving Kenma a desperate glance to please help him out. You click your tongue. “Seriously… I was just about to go to bed.”

Kenma’s thin brows furrow slightly. “You can rub your little pussy later, can’t you?”

He almost chokes on his spit. The heat burns up his neck as he watches how Kenma wraps a hand around your wrist to keep you in place, and your mouth drops open. That’s not— he wasn’t gonna— your reaction baffles him too. Instead of getting ashamed at having your sexual proclivities discussed by your brother, you only give him a little sneer, and grab his wrist back so you’re both clinging to each other. There’s a little glitter in your eyes when you pout, then get onto your knees to get a bit closer to your big brother.

Close enough to lift yourself over him and straddle his lap. “Don’t be a pervert in front of your friend, nii—chan.” You chastise, but in a soft admittance sort of way that doesn’t sound all that sorry, or apologetic. “Don’t talk about my pussy either.”

“It’s fine.” You get so close that Kenma has to let go of your arm to instead wrap both arms around the small of your waist as he gets nose to nose with you — and Kuroo admittedly struggles to process anything. Your ass is planted right on Kenma’s lap who’s only wearing some boxers, and if it was him… he can’t think too hard about if it was him because he can feel himself start to stir in his own sweats. Kenma basically brushes lips with yours, before he straightens up to pull you closer. “Why do you think I’m here?”

“You,” your breathing hitches, and now your cheeks start getting hot when Kenma moves below you, “you haven’t told me yet.” Moves- below you? Yeah, Kuroo’s sure he can see Kenma roll his hips against your barely clad body. What the fuck. “Stop doing that.” You’re whining, and looking away from them both, before Kenma casts a glance over your shoulder to watch his friend. First Kuroo, and then the way he’s very uncomfortably trying to hide his chubbing cock by planting his hand in front of it into the blankets.

“Aren’t you gonna ask her?” Kenma asks. Hands sliding lower to grip both sides of the meat of your ass, obviously squeezing his fingers into it.

“Yeah- I- I uhm,” you make an effort to look back at him, so sweet, polite, but his attention is dragged to the way your panties are pulling around the globes of your ass and he swears he can see a wet patch starting to stain your undies where they cling to your pussy. And he’s really trying so hard, “Kenma thought -Kenma thought that I should ask you if you want- or not want-” Sweat prickles at his collar, as he stares resolutely into your pretty eyes and nowhere else.

“What he meant to ask,” Kenma helps out, hiking you up a little higher to basically press his cheek to yours when he places his chin on your shoulder, “-and stop grinding for a second- he’s already noticed you’re a bit of a sex fiend. Keep having your brains fucked out and moan like a whore through the walls and it’s keeping him up.”

Your face scrunches like you’re being treated entirely unfairly, a look shooting to your brother out of the corner of your eyes— but he refuses to let you go. “What the hell, niichan… you’re such a- you’re so mean, you freak.” Your eyes go all big and teary and flustered when you catch Tetsuro’s, and the way you stare at him with a mix of embarrassment and guilt is hot too. He’s not sure what’s happening. These last five minutes have been a blur. Why are you in Kenma’s lap in the first place? “D’you just bring Kuroo here to embarrass me or what?” You ask, voice pinched.

“-That’s not it, I swear.” Kuroo quickly chants, reaches out to grab your balled hand to rub a comforting hand over it. He lets go quick enough not to be overstepping, he hopes. He wants you to like him, if anything. Wasn’t that why Kenma dragged him here? “Don’t cry, please. You know Kenma doesn’t mean it.”

Kenma looks barely bothered at your distress, but does place a quick kiss on your neck and your collarbone. “We can tell him the whole truth now, I think.”

Kuroo watches how you push yourself back against Kenma’s face with two hands and drop back into the bed, thighs spread and wet, sticky panties clinging to your folds exactly like he imagined, and it makes his cock twitch. Hard cock, annoyingly pressing against the fabric of his boxers and feeling so fucking obvious in his sweats. It doesn’t really register that well that you’re wet from rubbing yourself in your big brother’s lap, only that you look weirdly adorable sucking up your tears to grimace. “I’m not telling anyone anything.”

Kenma’s hard too. He only notices it because Kenma doesn’t make any attempt to hide the way he shifts himself up in his boxers and stares you down too, eyes lingering on the way your tits rise and fall as you breathe. “You’re cute,” he adds, before eyeing Kuroo. It’s about just as embarrassing to be caught staring by him, as how his cock twitches again at the way you mewl at the praise. What the fuck is happening? Kenma’s smile when he glances back down at you is so sickeningly sweet and genuine, trailing fingers over your panties and sliding the camisole up to reveal more marks. “Y’see, Kuroo, my little sister isn’t actually some slut. These are mine.”

The room feels much too tight for three people to fit.

“When she’s moaning like that, that’s because I’m fucking her good, like she wants. Begs for it.” You look away embarrassed, place both hands on your face as you place a foot on Kenma’s hip and push a little, and your big brother grabs your ankle to push your knee back to your chest. “Don’t get so shy. I’m right.”

“Tetsuro didn’t know that though,” he wants to melt at the way you say his name. “Don’t be so casual about it. Pervert.”

“He doesn’t care.” Kenma assures back, and Kuroo suddenly feels like he needs to prove different. He stands from the bed to stare at you both, but that’s about as far as he gets. He’s so hard, and gobsmacked, and he feels like he might pass out from the heat that’s running through him. “He came in here to ask you to fuck him too, you know. That’s why he’s hard. Got hard thinking of your little, sweet, brotherfucking pussy.” Kenma’s only adding oil to the fire when he rubs his fingers through the mess hidden by your slicked undies, and making you shudder.

Your eyes find his again, now upside down from the way you’re leaned back in bed. “You’re quiet, Tetsuro.” You’re not nearly as shocked by Kenma’s statements as he expects you to be, so it must not be new. Fuck, how long have you two been doing this? Every time he heard you mewling whispers through the wall, moaning and the bed creak, stroking his cock in a cold sweat… wishing it was him. He barely mustered up the courage to ask, when Kenma cornered him about his crush.

Your mouth’s so pretty when you form the sounds of his name. “What do you want to do, Tetsuro?”

this broke my heart 😭 can i please be added to the taglist? ty!! 💗

Chapter 3

sypnosis: you and your boyfriend, Bokuto had a fight the day before the training camp in Tokyo and it was all because of a girl carrying rumors that left the both of you in bad terms. Will the ace and the manager immediately resolve this issue, or will they keep it that way until for who knows when?

✦ genre: angst, fluff

✦ word count: 3.7k

✦ warnings: reader’s heartbreak

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chapter 2…

Bokuto released a deep sigh, blaming himself for every stupid thing he’s done to you. “I fucking hate myself.” He holds his hips as he scrunched his eyebrows in distress. You would always laugh at his craziness and he’d even do it deliberately if it makes you happy. Out of each of them, this could be the stupidest and the saddest one yet.

“You reap what you sow.” Aiko stated and grabs her phone to check the time. “And you better get ready for tomorrow.”

That’s enough scolding for someone who already admits their fault.

He pouts, his eyes full of hope. “Is y/n-chan going to be there?”

“She’s not coming.”

DAY ONE: Training Camp

The night breaks into dawn. It was serene and the weather was perfect for the start of the training camp. People are snuggled into bed, still in slumber, and yet the volleyball clubs from different schools are already on their way to spend the week fortifying themselves.

Coach Yamiji speaks entirely of pure motivation to keep Fukurodani at their greatest forms. He had always encouraged them right before they showcase their willpower on the court.

However, the coach’s word doesn’t seem to be effective on the ace. All of them are steeled except for him. Bokuto stands beside his teammates, in a deep trance. He was unusually quiet for some reason, and it concerned the whole volleyball club.

Also, it was too early for him to be in his emo mode. Unless something or someone had provoked him to be that way.

But this wasn’t his typical emo mode either.

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12:57pm — itoshi sae

the match was about to start. it was finally time to face his younger brother, sadly, you weren’t there yet due to classes. but you did promise that you would go as soon as you can once you manage to sneak off. 

sae <;33: don’t sneak off classes, idiot. you’ll see me after. 

you: no >:(( i have to see you play !!! what kind of lover would i be if i don’t!!!

sae <;33: a lover that gets good grades.

you: lol no, im omw :P 

sae shook his head, a small smile on his face only to be wiped in a few seconds due to the onslaught of players entering the locker room. 

his usually impassive face was plastered as he tried to listen to the puppet coach attempt to lead the team. to the coach’s credit, he was doing a good job at hyping the U-20 team up but sae knows that it’s all talk and it would be a hassle to help this team win. 

but he had a bet to win and god knows how competitive this man is. 

so with an internal roll of his eyes, he let his teammates leave the room, adrenaline pumping in their veins as they heard the loud cheers. 

once sae deems the coast clear, he opens his phone once more and sees that you sent him a new message. 

you: i’m here! you better look for me >:(( i look so cute in this outfit! 

and indeed you did, you were adorned in one of his sweaters, his favorite one, and it was styled in a way that sae liked. you looked adorable and sae couldn’t help but let out a smile as he scanned the picture you sent him. 

“oh?” his head shoots up at the voice ahead of him. “it turns out that underlashed senpai can smile.” shidou teases as he drapes an arm around the redhead. 

“shame we can’t see it often.” sae rolled his eyes before brushing shidou’s arm around him. 

“let’s get this over with, benchwarmer.” sae says as he walks away after locking his phone and placing it in his locker. 

shidou teasingly tuts. “if i manage to score three goals, will you show me the one who makes you smile?” 

“in your fucking dreams.” was all sae said before leaving the tanned male behind. if anyone were to notice the red on sae’s face. he’d call them delusional, but no one can miss the way he scanned the audience, looking for someone in particular.

and he knows he can’t deny the way his gaze softened ever so slightly when he saw you in the crowd.

note/s: this was buried in the drafts, i had to get it out. so here, have soft!sae

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“don’t let it bother u” baby i’m gonna be bothered by this for the next 10 years

typing... | miya atsumu

After a drunken night with your friends, the last thing you expect to wake up to is Miya Atsumu in your DMs.

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, atsumu, mutual masturbation

wc: 3.7k

A/N: ty to local atsumu fucker and my baeta @atsumuse​ for once again coming in clutch and making sure atsumu isn’t the bumbling idiot i headcanon him as!!

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Saturdays are for two things: the girls and indulgence. When you work hard, you deserve to play hard, right? At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re four shots deep, dancing like an idiot to some up and coming pop musician in the living room of your best friend’s house.

One of your friends calls your name from the kitchen, where she’s munching on some chips and salsa. “Didn’t you say you had a new boy toy obsession? Let’s hear about him!”

Laughing, you twist open a water bottle and take a long gulp. Something so simple as water tastes like nectar of the gods when you’ve been drinking nothing but liquid fire all night. “You know that volleyball team I follow?”

“The coyotes or whatever?” Your best friend pipes up, lying down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“Black Jackals, but close enough. Yeah, well, I’m kinda over Bokuto—the owl-looking guy—now and I’ve been crushing hard on his teammate. Here, check him out.” You pull up Miya Atsumu’s instagram page, spinning your phone around to show your friends.

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