Xkoutarou - He Hurt Me But It Felt Like True Love

Imagine hating on me but i spend my free time maladaptive daydreaming about getting raw dogged by fictional men

ⵌ𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

✧ feat ; iwaizumi, kuroo, ushijima

✧ synopsis ; how they react when you call them daddy for the first time.

✧ includes ; fem!reader + daddy kink + praising + kink discovery + breeding kink + teasing + oral

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only if u want to <3

♡ 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈

— it definitely catches him by surprise. he never expected to hear those words in the bedroom and after a hot minute, he feels a little bit embarrassed by how much his dick is throbbing.

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𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜. (bokuto kōtarō x reader)

denoting a mutually beneficial relationship between different people or groups.

contains : nsfw content, car sex, mutual pining, multiple orgasms, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie

word count : 2k

note : reposting from my other blog!

‘hey, what are you up to tonight?’

you roll your eyes at his attempt to be casual, asking what you’re doing tonight despite it being nearly midnight. however, there’s a small part of you that’s thankful for this little “pre hookup foreplay,” as he loved to call it. getting up from the warmth of your bed, you type a quick response as you make your way to the bathroom.

‘nothing, why?’

it’s simple enough— not too forward, but still allowing a continuation of the conversation, if he wants to. no matter how many times the two of you had done this little song and dance, you’d never been the one to initiate it nor would you ever ask him first. it’s far too risky—there’s no telling if he’s even here, or if he’s off at some away game across the world. no telling if he’s in a mood, no telling if he even still has your number. so you wait for him. always.

‘can i pick you up?’

heat rises to your cheeks and you hate that even after all this time, the butterflies in your stomach remain all the same.

‘yeah, i’ll be ready in 20’

nearly half an hour later you find yourself climbing into the sleek black SUV and you’re met with bokuto’s eager, glowing eyes raking over your form. the smell of his cologne hits your nostrils and you have to stop the whine that threatens to fall past your lips. he is the most intoxicating man you’ve ever seen. everything about him pulls you in, deeper and deeper until all that’s left is him.

“hey baby,” bokuto hums, his palm already running up and down your exposed thigh. the pet name rolls off his tongue much too easily for your liking but when you feel his rough, calloused hands squeeze your hips there isn’t much you can say. “how’s my pretty girl doin?”

heat rises to your cheeks as you gently push his hands away and look down at your lap. but his grip doesn’t even budge. you peek up at him through your lashes and catch a glimpse of his wild eyes, pupils dilated and full of need.

“kō, i–”

“kiss me.” he interrupts, bringing his palms up to your cheeks to cradle your face. “please? just kiss me.”

the desperation in his voice is crystal clear. he can’t be alone, can’t spend one more night in his bed by himself when there’s the possibility to have you in his arms instead.

there’s no part of you that wants to deny him, no part that ever could. not when he’s begging you to stay by his side.

neither of you were ready for a relationship, both far too impulsive and emotionally unstable. but that didn’t diminish the love either of you felt.

loving bokuto is reminiscent of the legend of icarus. with you as icarus and bokuto as the sun. his vibrance and positive outlook on life is so alluring you can’t help but gravitate toward him. he brings a light into every room he enters. how could you not follow him?

however, much like the legend, you’ll end up flying too close to the sun and end up scalded. his schedule is impossibly hectic, he’s never in one place for more than a month at a time, and even when he is stationary there’s still a million and one things to do in his everyday life, which leaves no time for anyone else. even if both parties tried as hard as they could.

but on the rare occasion of having some time off, bokuto would always come running to you.

-

time feels like it stops when your lips finally meet, thick and heavy air surrounding you both. his hand caress your hair as he pulls you even closer to him, your lower abdomen starting to press into the center console.

his face nearly drops after you push lightly on his chest to get some air, but he quickly recovers as he watches you climb into the backseat of the car.

“yeah?” he’s breathless as he speaks, large hands gripping the backs of the driver and passenger seats. his knuckles are turning white by the time you flash him a shy smile and nod.

“yeah.”

bokuto fumbles as he moves, his broad shoulders getting caught on the seatbacks. you can’t help but giggle at the way his eyebrows furrow as he pushes his way through, climbing on top of you and effectively managing to cage you within his arms.

“don’t make me wait any longer,” your voice comes out as a needy whisper, each word dripping with hope. he’s never been able to deny you— especially not when you beg so perfectly.

his hand slips into your panties easily, and he lets out a low groan when his fingers glide over your slick pussy.

“this wet already?” you can hear his smirk.

“please–” you whine, gripping his bicep and pulling his arm closer to you as you grind your hips into his hand at the same time.

“please what?” he answers simply, refusing to sink his fingers into you too soon. your mind blanks, shaking your head as another whine rips from your throat. “greedy little thing,” bokuto mumbles under his breath, bringing his other hand up to the back of your neck and pressing your foreheads together.

“please what, baby?”

“pleasetouchmekotaroineedtofeelyouplease–”

he shushes you by pressing his lips into yours and dipping two of his thick fingers into your tight, warm cunt. even though it’s only two of his fingers the stretch is already so much. he slowly works them in deeper, gently dragging the rough pads of his fingertips along your tender walls. you let out a little gasp as he stretches your tight pussy out, curling his middle finger to hit that spot inside of you that makes you whimper.

“right th–”

“–there, yeah i know pretty girl. right there’s your lil spot isn’t it? right there’s where you need it?” the slight hint of degradation behind his words makes your mind go blank as you begin to nod your head rapidly. your hips also start moving of their own accord as your first orgasm begins rising in your abdomen. bokuto can tell you’re close, the way your voice gets extra breathy and your pussy quivers around his fingers tells him everything he needs to know.

he leans in close, placing a hot open mouthed kiss on the spot just below your earlobe. before pulling away and whispering,

“go ahead, baby, cum all over my fingers. be a good girl and cum for me, c’mon-”

and you do, because there’s no part of you that could ever deny him anything he asked for.

everything pauses and it takes a few moments for you to catch your breath again. bokuto doesn’t give you nearly enough time to recover before he’s gripping your chin with one hand and making you watch as he licks his cumsoaked fingers clean.

the sight alone makes your clit throb, but when bokuto instinctively grinds his hard cock into the plush of your slightly exposed thigh a needy whine falls from your lips.

“more?” is all he says, flattening his hand over your chest, giving gentle squeezes to your flesh.

you nod desperately in response, wrapping your legs around his waist. his cock brushes against your soaked core, the fabric of your panties completely drenched in your own slick and cum.

“oh baby,” bokuto coos, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and slowly peeling them down your legs. “made such a mess of your pretty panties..”

before you can protest, he’s slipping them into his pocket while nipping at your inner thigh in an attempt to distract you.

“for later.” he whispers. you watch with wide eyes as bokuto pulls on the drawstring on his sweats. you reach down between the two of you and wrap your fingers around the base of his cock.

“‘s so big, kō…” you muse, giving his cock an experimental squeeze. bokuto whines in response, thrusting his hips up, silently encouraging you to continue.

“yeah baby?” his voice is breathy, an obvious sign that he’s already close. “you think you can take it?”

“please”

the angle is a bit awkward, your head bumps the car door handle but bokuto leans down, pushing your knees up to your chest. your attempt to kick your feet in protest is feeble at best, because as soon as he wraps his lips around your clit, your body goes slack.

and then a few seconds later he’s above you again, only this time you can feel the fat head of his cock gliding over your soaked folds. he wastes no more time, lining himself up and pushing into you, inch by inch. he’s careful to not overwhelm you, allowing you to adjust and he even moves his hand from the back of your knee to cradle the back of your head.

his hips still when they meet yours, despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to pound you into the plush leather seats of the backseat of his car.

“hey, you okay?” he forces himself to focus back on you, to ignore the horny little voice in his head in favor of your wellbeing.

“yeah,” you exhale shakily. “i’m great.”

that’s all the reassurance he seems to need because as soon as those words leave your lips he’s pulling out halfway, and immediately thrusting back into you. he sets a brain melting pace, his fat cock hitting sensitive spots you forgot even existed. all you can do is lay there and take it, occasionally babbling about how good he feels and how well he fucks you.

“fuck, tight ‘lil thing aren’t you?” he sounds like he’s miles away, but everything about him surrounds you completely.

a simple shift of his hips has you hurtling toward your second orgasm, your pussy still extremely sensitive from the first. you grasp at his shoulders, raking your nails down his toned arms and you swear you hear him chuckle.

“keep squeezin’ me like that and i just might cum too, pretty girl.”

abandoning all rational thought, you respond. “s-so do it.”

his hips stutter and he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “what did you just say?”

your eyes widen, afraid that you’ve gone too far but his eyes are just as wild, just as desperate.

“cum inside of me, kōtarō, i want you to fill me up.” you can hardly believe the words that come out of your mouth but before you can take them back you see the glimmer in bokuto’s eyes.

he grins, “yeah baby? you want me to pump your little pussy full, is that it?”

your face burns with embarrassment but you nod anyway, figuring there’s no use denying something you both want. bokuto watches as you hook your arms under your knees, holding yourself open, perfectly poised just for him.

he loses what little control he has left, pulling out so just the tip of his cock is still inside of you before slamming his hips back, reaching down to thumb your aching clit. his thrusts soon become erratic and it’s not long after until you’re both babbling about how you’re going to cum.

“please fill me up, please-” your whines are pathetic, and you’re cut off by your third orgasm sneaking up on you, sending white hot waves of pleasure throughout your body. bokuto lets out a low groan before he bottoms out, and you feel the warmth of his cum inside of you.

“so good baby, such a good girl-” bokuto praises as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. he cradles your cheek with his hand and leans down to litter your face in soft kisses. he’s always cuddly and affectionate after sex, not that you’d ever complain.

“i’m here for the weekend, by the way.” he says between kisses. “and if you’re not busy i’d love to spend it with you..”

you smile softly, nodding in response. “i’d like that.”

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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“wai—wait, no tongue rinnie, i dunno—“

“relax,” suna mumbles against your lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bottom lip. “i’ll teach you, don’t worry.” you whine, embarrassed that he may find your inexperience to be a turn off. “just follow through with m’tongue okay?”

“mhmn..” you mumble, gasping when he presses his swollen lips onto yours once again. he presses himself further into your body, your legs enveloping around his waist and tugging him in. you shiver, mouth gaping wider on instinct when you feel his silky tongue slip in between your lips, running itself over yours.

it’s so fucking wet, and so hot, you can taste his sweet spit on your tongue. it makes you ache everywhere, body sparked with excitement yet nervousness. “c’mon, try.” he groans against you, letting your tongue nervously glide against his on command. he lets out a guttural groan, grinding unconsciously into your thigh, mumbling a half coherent apology before he slips his tongue back into your mouth.

he runs the hot muscle over yours, curling over and around it with messy spit beginning to coat your lips. he doesn’t slow despite your tongue faltering and clearly weakening with every stroke of his tongue against yours. “y’r so weak baby.” he chuckles, pulling away slightly.

both of your breaths are labored, your softened eyes meet his , filled with so much love that they sparkle under the dim light. his pupils seem to dialate over and over, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

you can still feel the heat of his breath against your lips, one of his hands with a tight hold against your waist, and one sprawled across your shoulder — holding you still. it’s all so intimate, and all so new.

“can we d—do it again? wanna try again..” you quip, cheeks flushing at the dumb, dumb question.

as if he would say no.

WIND BREAKER | you size them up

Synopsis ✰ head cannons of how the boys react when you unexpectedly size them up

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw! playful content, play/pretend fighting, giggling, cute content of the boys getting caught off guard

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

☆ you’re crazy if you think this man will ever back down

☆ he doesn’t care if you’re dating, he never backs down from a fight

☆ he’s confused at first but then immediately gets the hint of what you’re doing

☆ he takes that shit personally

☆ “what you tryna do?” he challenges

☆ he puts his hands up and gets in his fighting stance

☆ “c’mon put your hands up.” he says jumping around you in circles

☆ he pretends to swing on you and punches the air around you

☆ expect him to mimic fighting sounds

☆ “yeahhh that’s what i thought, you don’t want this.” he says in the middle of his fake punches swinging at the air next to you

☆ after he’s done he taunts you, “yeahhh try that shit again.”

☆ his reaction to it makes you giggle like a love sick fool

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

☆ he laughs once he realizes what you’re doing

☆ he finds it to be very humorous

☆ “oh? you tryna fight right now?“ he teases

☆ he immediately sizes you up back, two can play this game

☆his stance is intimidating as hell but you can’t bring yourself to back down

☆ you cross your arms and tilt your head up high

☆ NEVER BACK DOWN, NEVER WHAT ?!?!

☆ you squeal as he picks you up and swings you over his shoulder

☆ spins you around until you’re dizzy

☆ “had enough yet??” he questions after the third spin

☆ he makes you giggle so much during it

☆ he will not stop until you give

☆ “okay! okay! i give!” you admitted defeat after the tenth spin around

☆ places you down on your feet and gives you a soft kiss on your lips after

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

☆ he can’t help himself

☆ he has the most shit-eating grin at your cuteness

☆ he thinks you sizing him up is adorable

☆ “you’re so cute and silly” he coos

☆ you take that as a sign of disrespect

☆ you gasp in response and frown

☆ “i can be intimate if i want to be!” you argued

☆ he laughs at your rebuttal

☆”yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night.” he says while walking away laughing at you

☆ he ruffles your hair on the way out leaving you dumbfounded

☆ you’ve never faced such a high amount of disrespect

☆ you practice your sizing up stance in the mirror every night after that incident of disrespect

☆ you make it a mission to gain the ability of being intimidating

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

☆ he already knows you’re doing it to mess with him

☆ “oh? you’re trying to start something?” he challenges stepping up to you

☆ this officially begins the playful pushing war

☆ surprisingly enough he starts it by slightly shoving you to the side

☆ you return the favor by giving him the hardest shove to the floor

☆ you take off running and laughing after you see him fall hard on his ass

☆ he immediately gets up and tries to run after you at full speed

☆ you run around the whole block for miles, him behind you the entire time

☆ slowly transforms into a game of tag

☆ the two of you go back and forth running around

☆ you’re both exhausted by the end of it

☆ you’re both quite literally huffing and puffing trying to regain control of your breathing

☆ you both lay on the grass for awhile after

☆ “i totally won” “what? you’re crazy, i definitely won” “nuh-uh!” “yuh-huh!”

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

☆ his eyebrows immediately raised in amusement

☆ “who exactly do you think you’re scaring?”

☆ sizes you back

☆ he makes sure not to come off as too intimidating since he doesn’t want to scare you

☆ “you tryna fight?” you challenged

☆ “you think you can take me?” he scoffs

☆ you’re swept off your feet before you can even react

☆ he full on body slams you into the bed

☆ not too rough obviously, he still cares about you

☆ you break out into giggles and screams as he starts tickling you

☆ you almost pee yourself before you finally break free

☆ “STOP, STOP, I DONT LIKE THIS GAME” you scream squirming out of his grasp (pls tell me you get the reference)

☆ you run out of the room in a fit of laughter

☆ he sprints after you

☆ don’t start something you can’t finish

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

☆ he just smiles at you brightly

☆ he’s fully aware of what you’re doing

☆ you’ve been on a mission to get this man to play fight you since forever

☆ he giggles as you begin to punch the air around him

☆ “c’mon fight back” you joke jumping around him as you continued to swing at the air

☆ he doesn’t want or has any intention to engage in play fighting with you

☆ secret confession: he’s too scared about the possibility of hurting you

☆ his aggressive hugs are one thing, fighting is a completely different thing

☆ he’s aware of his strength and gets nervous to the concept of play fighting

☆ you accept defeat at this attempt

☆ “you may have won this time but i’ll be back!” you warn with your first up as you walked away from the smiling boy

☆ “uh-huh whatever you say.” he giggles

☆ finds your attempts to be cute and amusing

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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SO WHAT if he’s a villain and he’s planning to burn the world down. i’ll gladly be of assistance — no blood, no nothing is thicker than that dick. maybe the world deserves it