Reader:F
Character:Tōru Oikawa
Rating:E
Summary: Summer rain, who didn’t like summer rain. The heavy drops against the window, the smell of summer revival. How green everything looked when the clouds cleared. 
Warning:Smut, Cunnilingus, Sensory Deprivation, Thunderstorms, Blindfolds.
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Summer rain, who didn’t like summer rain. The heavy drops against the window, the smell of summer revival. How green everything looked when the clouds cleared. 

It seemed like summer rain was a universally loved experience, except for you. You hated summer rain, especially a summer thunderstorm. You woke up to the sight of a bright summer day, sun high in the sky, the heat of summer creeped through the house. But as morning turned to afternoon, the dark clouds loomed over the neighbourhood and suddenly there was a clap of thunder. 

Like angels playing bowling, the sky rumbled. You tightened the light hoodie of Oikawa’s you were wearing. Oikawa didn’t mind the summer rain, he was in the kitchen per usual, making some lunch for the both of you while you sat on the couch. 

Outside the large window in the living room was the swaying of branches, the darkening of the sky, and then the first heavy drops of the latest thunderstorm. You swallowed and tried to calm yourself down. Thunder and lightning gave you bad anxiety. the worry of being struck, branches breaking, the heavy wind sweeping you away. It was scary to say the least.

And when lightning crossed the sky in a flash, you jumped in your seat and let out a pained yelp. You heard the clattering of a knife in the kitchen and suddenly Oikawa was in the doorframe, wearing his old volleyball club t-shirt (that he was starting to outgrow) and athletic shorts. 

You pulled the hood over your head and looked at him, “it’s getting scary out there.” The minimal light that was coming into the living room left a deep shadow on your face as Oikawa approached you. 

He sat down beside you and pulled the hood off your head. There was another rumble of thunder and he held onto you. He kissed the top of your head like a true lover would. 

  “The rain can’t hurt you, not while I’m here.”

  “It’s scary Tōru.” You mumbled, “I don’t know how to describe it, it’s just scary. I hate it.” You clutched onto him harder as lightning crossed the sky and the rain became heavier.

He rubbed your back for a few moments to settle you down. He then said, “Let’s go to the bedroom and relax until the storm is over. I have an idea of what to do to help you calm down and forget all about the storm.” 

You asked, “What is it, Tōru?” 

He smiled, “Well, it involves my tongue. You spread out for me, and your inability to hear or see the rain. Just focusing on me.” He touched your chin, “Would that help my precious little baby?”

You loosened your grip a little and blushed, even after years of dating and months of living together. The idea of something so erotic made you flustered, however you couldn’t be like that too long as there was another hard rumble of thunder and you were back to clutching your boyfriend.

He chuckled, “Hold on.” And then picked you up in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his toned waist, your arms over his shoulders. He carried you by your bottom and walked through the house towards the bedroom.

Once he got inside, he dropped you onto the bed carefully. He kissed you on the cheek and rubbed your other one gently, “There, there. I’m going to get what we need. You get undressed and hold onto the pillow if needed. I’m not going far.” 

You whimpered, “Promise.” And then jolted when there was another clap of thunder. The sound of rain hitting the window.

  “Promise on my life.” He smiled as he let go of you as walked towards the collection of “fun” toys in a box in the closet. He pulled out noise cancelling headphones and a silk blindfold. He stared at the items for a few moments, this should block out anything that could scare you.

He then watched you get undressed and hold onto Oikawa’s pillow, burying your head in the scent like he wasn’t in the other end of the room. He then approached you with slow movements, he smiled at you gently and you peeked your eyes over the pillow. 

Thunder rumbled outside and you squeaked into the soft pillow as your legs laid spread out on the bed. You saw Oikawa’s gaze on you and you blinked at him as he reached the bed. He rounded to the side and ran his fingers through your hair. 

  “I promise, I’ll protect you from the storm. There is no need to ever worry about thunder or lightning hurting you.” He smiled as he motioned for you to lift your head to he could put the blindfold on. Once it was on you couldn’t see the flashes of lightning across the window. But the drums of thunder still left you tense. 

It seemed he had to take the tension out of your body. He carefully moved the pillow down and then slipped on the noise cancelling headphones. Leaving you in total sensory deprivation, which sounded a lot worse than what he was actually doing. 

He tapped two fingers on your midriff to signal your safe signal, two taps on that part of your body and he’d stop. From there he, got onto the bed and in between your bare thighs. 

He massaged your thighs, feeling the thickness under his palms. Oikawa loved your thighs, from the size, to the stretch marks to even the hair that was on them. He kissed them gently, his kisses wet and loud but you could only feel them not hear them.

You still clung to the pillow as Oikawa pushed your pussy lips apart with one hooked finger. Exposing your sweet sex to him as he admired your beauty. He made a pleased noise to himself before he kissed the junction between your pussy and thigh, then trailed those kissed across your opening until he reached your clit. 

He didn’t want to dive in unexpectedly, he worried about scaring you. You were hyper enough as it was because of the rain. Now you needed to simmer down and relax. 

He started to lap at your clit and you made small noises that you could feel exit your mouth but couldn’t hear them escape. Your nails dug into the soft blue pillow as Oikawa smiled to himself. He went back to lapping at your pussy. He then slowly inserted the finger he was using to hold your pussy open. It was accompanied by another finger and then another once you were wet enough to accommodate for it. 

You were sensitive in times like these, it felt like you were simply just a bundle of nerves that Oikawa could just play with. He heard you scratch at his pillow, the more he applied force to the movements of his fingers. 

  “My, my.” He said quietly, “What a beauty before me.” He said that to himself, but he hot breath made you want to rub your thighs together in want. But he kept them open with his free hand. He kissed and sucked at your clit, letting the bundle of nerves make lust run through you. 

And as it thundered outside, you barely flinched. Your capacity to think was clouded by your lust and want for Oikawa rather than the terrifying feeling of crashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder. 

He get go of your thigh and let your legs wrap around his head as he continued to lap at your clit and finger you full. He felt your wall contract around his digits and he groaned to himself. The rumble of his sounds made you feel over sensitive. You couldn’t hear your own noises or ragged breath as he continued to pleasure you. 

Oikawa could feel his cock harden in his shorts but he’d deal with it later. As he noticed you visibly relax the more he pleasured you, your thighs wrapped around his hand as hot breath blushed against your clit. 

He groaned as he now held onto both of your hips from the back and used his tongue to pleasure you, with light grazing of his teeth across one of your more sensitive areas. 

You were panting, it was music to Oikawa’s ears as he gripped your thighs as he moved his tongue. It wasn’t long before you felt the tightness of your thighs around his head, messing his hair. Your clit was hard and he smirked to himself as he went in for the final stroke of his tongue. 

You let out a loud gasp as there was a clash of thunder outside. You orgasmed in the dark room, the sun blocked out by storm clouds. Your gasp was followed by a breathless moan as pleasure shook you to the core. 

As you started to relax, he smiled to himself as he carefully pulled your thighs away from his head. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down at your aching cunt. He ran a careful finger across your lips and you tensed for a moment. 

He pulled away and got up the bed, his cock pressed against his thigh as he crawled up to you slowly. He slowly took off the headphones and said quietly, “That’s my girl.”

  “Tōru.” You said meekly, still blissed out from the experience. When he took of the blindfold, your beautiful eyes looked at him. Your cheeks were warmed with lust that made him smirk.

  “Liked that? Are you more settle. I think that storm is starting to settle.” He looked out the window and saw the grey sky was a lighter shade of grey now. He looked back at  you as you reached out for him.

You leaned up and kissed him on the lips passionately. You kiss lasted a few moments before Oikawa took the pillow out of your arms and laid down beside you. He took you in his arms and kissed the top of your head.

  “Better?” He asked, “Do you think lunch is in order?”

You nodded, “Let’s just lay here until I can use my arms again to get dressed.” You said, still recovering from the lustful feeling in your gut. 

The rain became lighter, the last remains of thunder gave their final growl and soon enough it would be the end of another summer thunderstorm. And you were still safe from the heavy droplets and the streaks of light across the sky.  

MEMORIES.

pairing:oikawa tooru x gn! reader

genre:angst, heartbreak

cw:hints at a past toxic/unhealthy relationship, might contain errors

wc:tbc

an:i wrote this half asleep

you‘ve dreaded for this moment to come.

you‘ve tried to drag it out for as long as you possibly could have. but one can only do so much when something, had already been written down on your faith book. all that dodging goes down the drain when his brown eyes look you up and down while he stands by the door way.

“hey.”

“oh,”

just by looking at him, you can feel all the memories hit you like a truck. all the things you‘ve done just to drag this moment for so long, falls straight to that hole, dragging you by your ankles.

“how‘re ya?” he smiles so sweetly as if he had not just broken your heart merely months ago, as if he hadn‘t ripped it into shreds right before your very eyes, speaking so casually as if he had not just left you there as a broken piece.

“what’re you doing here, oikawa?” you hate that you easily allowed him to walk into your life again just by ringing your doorbell. you hate how easy it is for him to walk back into your life and act so casually. you hate how easy it is for him to see your protective barriers dissolve into thin just because you saw him.

in short, you hate him.

“i just want to talk.” oh, there he goes again, seducing you with his tongue as he did before. those words of his, they fall so easily from his lips. whether he knows it or not, it surely makes an impact on you. an impact you wish would not sway you.

“i don‘t want to. goodbye.” is your stern reply before you shut the door out. there is no desire in you, nor does you brain allow you to talk to him. however your heart, it so deeply wants it, no matter how irrational it may seem.

and as if he had heard your heart‘s desire, he sets his foot between the frame and the shutter. his hand on the wooden door as he looks at you with his pleading brown eyes.

“please,” he pleads. you hate it. “i‘ve— i‘ve got no one else to walk to. you‘re the only one i‘ve got left. i— i can‘t hold it in anymore.”

you hate him.

you hate this situation.

you hate it all.

you hate it so much because you allow him to walk into your home with his face falling into the crook of his neck. you swallow thickly as you shut the door with your foot, feeling his tears fall unto your skin as his hands clutch your waist ever so tightly; like you‘d run away if he doesn‘t.

as you lead him to the kitchen with his sobs falling past his lips, you also feel your tears brim your eyes. all your efforts are gone, simple as that, within the blink of an eye, gone as if it had never existed in the first place. you tried so hard to move on. for months and months on end, actively distracting yourself so hard to get over him.

it was stupid of you to think you‘re actually over him when you know deep inside you‘d let him so easily walk back into your life like this.

“i can‘t do this anymore, (y/n)!” he cries. a bottle of wine in his hand as he curls himself on the corner. you wish to yell ’so can‘t i!’ at him as well, but you can‘t. if you do so, you feel like you‘d break your fragile heart even more.

time passes just like that. and now it‘s quarter past three. you‘re intoxicated, and so is he. he‘s a sobbing mess, and you‘re no better.

“c— can‘t we just go back to the way it was? before.. before it was all so complicated..?” he cries, looking at you with pleading eyes. with those words, you only feel more tears bleed from your eyes as your skin grows warmer.

“tooru—” you stutter, clenching your fists as you wrap your hands around yourself. “we- we can‘t keep doing this, okay? i— i can‘t be your friend, we— i— we‘ve just gone through so much! and i feel that if we become friends again, it would just through away everything we had had. everything we kept so sacredly would be nothing.”

“no! i— we can try again—!”

“no we can‘t!” you finally exclaim. fat tears are dripping harshly from your eyes as you put your hands on your head, clenching the roots of your hair tightly. “no matter how hard we fucking try it‘s never going to work out! the ending will always be the same because— for fuck sake— you and i were never meant to be in the first place!”

as much as it hurts you to say so, you have to say it. the truth hurts, and it always will.

“so please… don‘t make it harder than it already is. we can‘t keep doing this anymore, tooru.” you mumble through your sobs and he looks at you with his tears already down his neck, flowing harshly like a river.

silence wallows you both. only the sounds of tears, sniffles, and sobs echo throughout the room. the smell of heartbreak reeks harshly in the air, evading the once cool air, causing it to go stuffy.

“i guess— i guess we‘re never going to be it, huh?” he bitterly says to himself, looking at the ground as he swallows hard. “there really is no going anywhere with what he had, right?” he grits through his teeth, looking up and swallowing as he holds back the sobs stuck in his throat.

“tell me, did me showing up ruin things for you?” it seems like he has become sober, as if all the alcohol he had downed went out of his body. “because when i came here, i couldn‘t get a grip on myself. i wanted to maybe see, see if you would still take me in. i wore the things you like so that i‘d make even the slightest appeal. but i guess— i guess it won‘t do shit.” his voice falters with every line due to the emotions stuck on his throat.

you have no idea as to what you should say, because in truth, you‘re no better than he is. there is not a single bone in your body that‘s not telling you to run to back to him, but your mind seems to freeze your movements, saving you from the heartache.

“we- we never really went anywhere else, tooru.” you shakily sigh, looking down at him as you bite your lower lip. “so, we shouldn‘t be eachother‘s reason as to why we can‘t fall in love with someone else.”

you feel like dying as he nods, showing that he‘s agreeing. you don‘t want him to agree. no matter how much it hurt you and traumatized you to be with him, you can‘t just put him in the back of your head to be eventually forgotten.

“if— if this is then— let me— i—” he can‘t even comprehend a proper sentence. hands in his hair as he bawls his eyes out right there. you don‘t even notice it, when he runs up to you and hugs you so tightly. his hands are on your waist as he cries on to you, head above yours as he smells the familiar smell of your shampoo, hugging you tightly as he kisses your head. “i— i‘m sorry. we— i broke us off. i‘m sorry i broke your heart. but i can‘t let you go. my heart leads to you all the time, no matter where i am.”

“tooru—”

“but if me clinging unto you will hurt you more, then so be it.” he sadly whispers, giving you one last squeeze as he kisses your forehead lovingly, tears damping you up. “i won‘t drag this further. i‘ll set you free, set me in the past, and move on. i‘ll just take what i have left here so that you move on and forget about me.”

you can‘t even respond, unable to move as he walks past you, straight to your room. it breaks your heart worse, hearing him rummage through the closet you both once shared. it‘d been left untouched, you left it be. maybe because a part of you really hoped to let him back in. yet it with the turn of events, it won‘t happen anymore.

you stand there for as long as he finishes. he finally has everything he owns. the book you both read, the stuffed toy of him that he gave you, his highschool jersey that you loved so much, the shoes he owns that matches with yours, and lastly, the photo album you had made for him.

“i— i‘ve got it all.” he whispers, looking down as he clenches his full hands hard. “i‘m— going. i won‘t hurt you any longer.” his eyes never failed to meet yours as he speaks and he doesn‘t dare take a step towards you, in fear that if he does, then maybe he won‘t be able to leave after all.

“so maybe, this is goodbye.” he chuckles grimly with a forced smile, yet you cannot seem to return to him. not the chuckle. not the bitter smile. yet instead, the goodbye.

as the old saying goes, saying goodbye entails that you‘ll never see them ever again. you can‘t even bring yourself to speak as he walks away with a heavy heart, sobbing quietly before the door closes so loudly yet so quietly behind him. silence envelopes you as you fall to the ground before loud wails of heartbreak come from you.

now that he‘s gone, said his goodbye, he‘s no longer coming back, and now you‘ll be forced to let him stay merely in your memories.

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# warnings:MDNI!Slightly nsfw content ahead.

+Bench presses three times your roundabout weight at the gym, records it (flexing afterwards with a smile on his face, as his shorts hang dangerously low on his hips and you swear you can see both his V lines and the beginning of his happy trail) and proudly shows it to you heavily hinting athow he can take the brunt of you riding his cock like an Amazon, while making sure to support you with his physical prowess and the strength, he certainly does not hide, of his shredded body so that your thighs do not burn, but instead slowly rock back and forth letting your walls clench around his thick length while he does all the work for you.

BOKUTO, Atsumu, Hinata, IWAIZUMI, Matsukawa, Kyoutani, Meian,Terushima, FUTAKUCHI.

+ Bullshits that he knows how to deal with aphrodisiac ingredients, and that he is a pro in the kitchen, so he tries very hard to cook you a five course meal with recipes he found on the internet and that were even half decently made, but when it comes at the dessert, he says “I’d rather have you, as a dessert,” wanton and his eyes half lidded, because he might be a gentleman, as shown by the candle still burning in the middle of the table and the careful but elegant mise-En-place but he very much wants to lap and lick your pussy more than the passion fruit ice cream sitting in his freezer, looking into your eyes when you provide the only cream he actuallylikes.

OIKAWA, Akiteru, SUNA, Kuroo, Sugawara, Daishō, TSUKISHIMA, Sakusa, Semi, KEISHIN.

+Tried to write verses of poetry for you and how he feels everytime that he sees you - which did not turn out very well, but he kept a rhyme and probably embarrassed himself reading them more than you did listening to them. However, as he makes a habit out of it, leaving you post-its or just simple scribbles of his ‘writing’, you find out that he also writes some other spicy ones (surprising better articulated) where he is sure you can’t see them and from which you get the idea that maybe he is very much into letting you give him head while he fingers you until you come on him and his leaking cock stuffs your throat, choking your moans.

Tendō, Osamu, Daichi,Akaashi, KITA, Ushijima, Kageyama, ARAN, Konoha, Hoshiumi.

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thigh riding hq captains

warnings: pure smut lol, very slight degradation with daichi

characters: daichi sawamura, tetsurō kuroo, toru oikawa, kōtarō bokuto

request: hi omg i just started using tumblr again and i love your writing and can i request s/o riding captains thighs because that wud be spicy

a/n: god bless you for requesting this, it might be my favorite smut i’ve written so far tbh

daichi

- typically it isn’t very difficult to get daichi’s attention

-you’re literally his everything so his attention is on you always

- but sometimes he’s just extra busy and fails to give you your daily dose of daichi affection

- most times you just leave him be and wait until he isn’t busy anymore

- but sometimes you’re just so needy and you can’t help it

- and he secretly not so secretly loves it

“daichiii..” you whine at your boyfriend who just chuckles at you in amusement.

“what princess?” he asks, taking a moment to look away from the laptop screen he was focused on to glance at you. he is currently watching game clips from the volleyball team his is supposed to play in the upcoming week. he wants to study their plays so he could have a better understanding of what his team would be up against and how they should set up their offense and defense, but you are making it unnecessarily difficult.

“i want attention.” you huff, sitting up in your spot on the bed next to daichi so you could face him better.

“i’m giving you attention right now.” he laughs. he finds it extremely entertaining when you get like this, all whiny and extra just because he stopped giving you attention for a few minutes.

“but i want more.” you pout and he rolls his eyes at you.

“so needy, hm princess?”

you blush at the nickname. he calls you it twenty four seven, anywhere and everywhere you go but somehow it still never fails to make you feel giddy.

“just give me a few minutes ok? then you can have all the attention you want.” daichi says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

now it’s your turn to roll your eyes because with daichi, a few minutes is never only a few minutes. especially when it comes to volleyball stuff, and you’re feeling quite impatient. so you decide to take matters into your on hands.

you get up from where you are currently seated and move closer to daichi, sitting so that both of your legs are on either side of his left thigh. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if he’s asking what you’re doing, and you just smile at him in response. you slowly start moving your hips, grinding them into the toned muscle of daichi’s thigh and he smirks.

“you’re something else, you know that?” he shakes his head before averting his attention back to his laptop. you continue with your antics, rolling your hips over and over against his thigh, but it’s not giving you the satisfaction that you’re craving. so you lift off of his leg ever so slightly, just enough so that you could pull off the shorts that were seemingly blocking you from receiving the friction that you desperately crave. now you’re just left in a pair of lacey panties and a shirt, tossing your shorts to the side and continuing your little mission. daichi keeps looking at you every so often, watching you use his leg for your own pleasure. if he thought he couldn’t concentrate before, he surely didn’t accommodate for this possibility. you watch his eyes linger on you, scanning your body and then focusing on your face which begins to heat up at his intense gaze.

“desperate little slut.” daichi groans as he watches you eagerly and you moan at his words.

“does it feel good?” he questions.

“hm, so good.” you hum as you continue jutting your hips in slow and smooth circles. you can feel yourself starting to get wet, the liquid pooling in your panties making the friction feel even better. daichi shuts his laptop and tosses it to the side, completely unable to focus on what he was doing anymore. he reaches under your shirt and starts lightly rubbing your sides, something he knows you like very much. you sigh at his touch, still moving your hips with a passion in an attempt to get yourself off. daichi eventually stops caressing your sides and begins lifting up your shirt with you helping him get it off. you aren’t wearing a bra so now your chest is on full display for your boyfriend and he looks like a starved man who’s just been presented a full course meal.

“so perfect.” he mumbles before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his fingers fondling the other. he works his mouth perfectly, alternating between twirling circles around your nipple with his tongue and sucking and nipping lightly on the bud. you can’t help but let out a string of moans as a wave of pleasure crashes through your body.

“your mouth feels so good.” you compliment daichi and he smiles with a light chuckle.

you slowly start to feel your core get tight and it feels like every part of your body has become ten times more sensitive. your hip movements against daichi’s thigh get a bit more sporadic and he notices, so to help you reach your climax he moves his mouth from your nipples to your neck. your weak spot. as soon as he attaches his mouth to what he had learned is your sweet spot awhile ago, you feel yourself begin to come undone.

“oh god, i’m gonna cum.”

“yeah? be a good girl and cum for me.” daichi’s voice comes out raspy with lust and you can’t take it anymore.

you shiver as your orgasm consumes you. your body shakes slightly as you ride out your high, panting and moaning daichi’s name as you come down. he watches you attentively, his dick now throbbing in his shorts.

“satisfied princess?” he asks as he takes in your exhausted appearance.

“very.” you coo, feeling blissful from your intense climax.

“good, now it’s your turn to satisfy me.” daichi asserts, gesturing to the tent in his pants and you excitedly prepare to get him off too.

kuroo

- you and kuroo are alike in many ways

- you share a lot of the same interests, morals, and ideals

- but one thing you do NOT share

- is his like for strange low budget sci-fi movies

- you try your best to be interested in the movies because you love kuroo and enjoy spending quality time with him

- but you cannot, for the life of you, get past the cringey special effects and god awful acting

- so most times you just pass out and sleep for an hour or two or just leave the room completely

- and sometimes, you do something that interests you a bit more…

you yawn of boredom at the antagonizingly slow plot of the movie kuroo had put on. but you glance over at him and he’s purely invested in the storyline, eyes stuck to the tv screen as he mindlessly shoves handfuls of popcorn into his mouth and you chuckle to yourself at the sight.

“can you please stop staring at me and laughing? that’s kinda rude you know?” kuroo huffs, still not shifting his attention from the movie, yet highly aware of your gaze.

“sorry, you’re just way more entertaining than what’s going on in this movie.” you admit.

“you’re so lame.” he teases, “the movie is clearly a masterpiece but you’re just not intellectually inclined enough to see that.”

“right. so i’m dumb for not liking it?” you smile amusedly.

“yes, that’s exactly what i’m saying.” kuroo agrees, finally taking a moment to look at you, give you a sarcastic smile, then quickly look back at the tv screen. you laugh lightly at him again. it’s actually kind of cute how excited he gets over these movies, it almost makes it worth sitting through two hours of garbage just to be in his presence. almost.

“you’re such a dork.” you tease back but he doesn’t even hear it because he’s listening closely to what’s taking place on the screen. you roll your eyes and try focusing on the movie too. it actually does grasp your attention for a few minutes but completely loses it when a fight scene that looks like it was recorded with a prehistoric android shows up. you mentally groan, completely bored out of your mind. you’re currently cuddled up against kuroo on the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over your shoulder, a bowl of popcorn in his other. you decide you may as well just close your eyes and rest for a bit but as soon as you shut them, and idea sparks in your mind.

you release yourself from kuroo’s grasp and reposition yourself so that you’re sitting with your legs around his thigh. he barely even acknowledges your new position and you get slightly offended.

“seriously? is the movie really that good?” you ask, bringing his attention to you. he looks you over, raking your entire body up and down with his eyes slowly.

“yeah it is.” he says bluntly, very obviously trying to hold back a smirk. he knows what he’s doing, trying to rile you up and you’re letting him.

“hey, rude.” you scoff at him with a pout and he just ignores you, pulling you further into his trap. “fine then.” you mumble and begin stripping off your clothes until you’re fully naked and you place yourself back onto his thigh. now he’s looking at you in amusement.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he praises.

“thanks, but don’t look at me. keep watching your movie since it’s so interesting.” you say shortly.

he raises and eyebrow at you and shrugs, looking back to the tv. he likes when you get bratty like that, and you like doing it too because although kuroo is usually dominant as it is, that’s when dominant dominant kuroo comes to play. and you love it. you also know that shrug means trouble for you later.

you push up the fabric of his shorts a little bit so you can have skin to skin contact with his thigh, wanting this to feel as good as it possibly can. kuroo pretends not to notice your actions but you know he’s watching you in his peripheral vision, which gets you going. you drag your hips along his thigh in back and forth motions at a steady and even pace, making sure to moan just loud enough for kuroo to get all hot and bothered. although he’s pretending as though he’s paying you no mind, you know very well he’s seething in his skin. he hates being teased, and that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“such a tease.” he snarks, finally directing his attention to you again.

“really? me? no, i don’t thinks so.” you joke and now he’s the one rolling his eyes at you. 

“you know what happens to bratty girls who interrupt me while i’m watching a movie?” 

you visually swallow at his words, the change in the tone of his voice which was now laced with subtle aggression making your pussy pulse. but you keep up your bratty persona, really wanting to pull the dominant kuroo you’re looking for out of his cave.

“i’m not really interrupting anything, no one said you have to pay attention to me.” you retort still rolling your hips against his thigh and moaning softly every so often. kuroo shakes his head, a smirk beginning to form on his face.

“oh so you wanna be punished?” kuroo grunts and you choose not to reply. you just continue grinding your now dripping cunt against his leg, maintaining eye contact with him as you let out a lewd moan of his name. big mistake. before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you’re flipped onto your back, fingers digging into your hips as kuroo pins you down and hovers above you.

“fine then, so be it.” he continues.

you most definitely CANNOT walk the next morning.

oikawa

- oikawa is truly amazing at planning dates for the two of you

- like he really just enjoys impressing you and making you swoon, it makes his heart very happy 

- typically you prefer your casual dates where you two just hang out and get ice cream together or something simple like that

- but it is nice to get dressed up every one in awhile and go somewhere fancy, so you’re fairly excited for this date he has planned

- mostly because oikawa says he has a surprise for you, a dress he bought you to wear for this date

- says he saw it and couldn’t not buy it for you because he thought it’d look so sexy on you

- and boy, was he right

“holy shit.” he breathes as you walk out of the bathroom where you had just finished getting dressed up. hair done, makeup on, and the beautiful dress that oikawa bought you hugging you perfectly. 

“you like?” you ask, giving him a little twirl so he could see the back too. he stays quiet, just taking in the sight in front of him. very clearly and obviously in awe.

“toru?” you tilt your head and snap a couple times at your silent boyfriend and he snaps out of his trance. 

“come here.” is all he says and you walk over to his spot on the edge of the bed. he pulls you into his lap with ease and you find yourself straddling him, your dress rising up your thighs a bit. you readjust yourself so that you’re just sitting on one of his legs rather than both in order to relieve some of the tension on the dress. 

“toru, you’re gonna tear the dress.” you giggle at his eagerness.

“sorry, you just look so good. had to get my hands on you.” he confesses as his hands find their way to your ass, caressing it through the fabric. you smile before grabbing him by the tie he’s wearing and giving him a kiss. the kiss was meant to be short and sweet but somehow ended up becoming messy and hot. your fingers are laced in his hair, tugging at it occasionally while his hands continue to massage your ass. you moan into his mouth and he grins before moving his hands up from your ass to your hips.

he guides them skillfully, moving them so that now your hips are gliding against his clothed thigh. you moan at the sudden sensation, and he pulls away from the kiss to look at you.

“i want you the keep riding my thigh like this until you cum, got it?” he directs.

“but toru, our reservation. we’re gonna-“

“shh. the faster you make yourself cum, the quicker we’ll be able to leave.” he asserts and you follow his instructions obediently.

he just leans back on his elbows and watches you, a deep blush across his face. though he comes off like the selfish type, oikawa is the kind of person who gets pleasure just from seeing other people in pleasure. so watching you desperately grind your hips into his leg while moans of his name and other pretty sounds are spilling from your lips is almost enough to make him cum himself. but he manages to keep himself together and continues to watch you circle your hips around his thigh.

“hm, i’m getting close. can you help me?” you ask oikawa, your eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure.

“mm, how do you want me to help pretty girl?” he responds.

“touch me, please just touch me.” you practically beg and he hums at how cute he thinks you are. he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing small circles on it.

“fuck oikawa.” you moan, now moving your hips on his thigh and his finger. he starts palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure that had built up there and groans at his own touch which sends a chill throughout your body. oikawa’s moans are your favorite thing ever, them alone can get you dripping wet within seconds.

“moan for me again baby, you sound so good.” you say breathlessly and he elicits yet another arousing moan causing you to let out one of your own. he begins moving his thumb faster along your clit, wanting to make you unravel right then and there and he is successful in his pursuit.

“gonna cum.” is all you can muster before a back arching orgasm forces its way through your body and it takes everything in oikawa’s willpower not to be right there along with you.

“jesus.” he mutters, eyes still locked on you as he watches you slowly revive back to your normal self.

“that’s why you bought me this dress huh?” you say once you’re finally able to form coherent sentences again. “just to see me cum in it?” you continue, shaking your head at the realization.

“well would you look at that, if we don’t leave now we’ll definitely miss our reservation so we should probably go.” oikawa dodges the question and all you can do is laugh.

if this was the case, he could buy you new dresses whenever he’d like.

bokuto

- bokuto and you share a love for thighs

- he’s obsessed with yours

- and you’re equally as obsessed with his

- so ever since you first tried thigh riding with him, he’s been throwing subtle hints for you to do it again

- “damn, my thigh is really cold. wish someone would sit on.”

- “would be a shame if a pretty girl was grinding on my thigh right now huh?”

- “imagine if you rode my thigh again haha, that’d be wild.”

- the only reason why you didn’t give in is because you didn’t want it to be like an everyday thing, you want it to be a bit more special

- but after a bit of waiting, you’re more than ready for it

you have just finished your period so your horny meter is off the charts and it’s always like this. a week without touching and advanced hormone levels, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do. so of course you really want nothing more other than to relieve yourself right now, and you know just the way to do that.

you and bokuto are out on a movie date. you’ve been trying so hard to suppress the desire burning in your core the whole night, but it’s pretty much impossible at this point. so when the movie ends you make it very clear to bokuto what type of mood you’re in as you leave the movie theater.

“when we get to the car, i want you to park it somewhere secluded then we’re hopping into the backseat.” you whisper to him as you leave the building and make your way to the parking lot. he shoots you a look, trying to read whether you’re joking or not. once he sees the deadpan look on your face, he knows you’re serious.

“oh? is my baby horny?” he asks unnecessarily loud. you hit him roughly on the arm as another couple that’s walking by overhears and looks at you weirdly.

“can you say it even louder? i don’t think the entire city heard you.” you snark and he laughs at your embarrassment.

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it baby. if you want me to fuck you, just say it with your whole chest.” he shrugs as the two of you reach his car, departing ways so you can get in on the passenger side.

“i don’t want you to fuck me though. i wanna ride your thigh until i’m shaking and cumming all over it.” you smile to him across the car and his face goes red.

“in the car, now.” he orders and you follow. it’s silent for a minute before bokuto pulls out of the parking space.

“is this what you’ve been thinking about all night?” bokuto asks, his hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubs light circles over the skin which gives you shivers. “i could tell, you seemed like your mind was elsewhere.” he finishes.

“i mean yeah, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for awhile actually.” you admit.

“why didn’t you tell me? you know i’ve hinted to wanting you to do it again like a gazillion times.”

“i know, i know. but it’s not something that i want to make a habit, i want it to be more of a special thing.” you say shyly and he flashes you a quick smile.

“you’re so fucking adorable, what even.” he coos before pulling into a deserted parking lot behind a building that had already closed for the night.

once he’s perfectly positioned into a parking space, he puts the car in park and turns the engine off. then he leans over to kiss you, his hand still tenderly placed on your thigh, the other cupping your chin so he can tilt your head and deepen the kiss. just like you’re obsessed with bokuto’s thighs, you’re obsessed with his kisses. he always kisses you so deeply, with so much passion and it makes you weak. after kissing for a few minutes, the two of you finally pull away to breathe.

“are you ready?” you ask bokuto breathlessly.

“more than ready.” he replies and with that you and him make your way into the backseat. bokuto sits first and then you place yourself on top of one of his thighs. you would be lying if you said you didn’t wear a skirt tonight specifically for this reason, and you’re so glad you made that decision. you also intentionally wore your thinnest pair of panties so that you could get more from your arousal. though this makes it very easy for bokuto to notice that you’re already soaking wet.

“jesus baby, you really are horny huh?” he groans at the feeling on his leg. you nod and look away from him, a little embarrassed at how you’re already so hot and bothered just from thinking about this. bokuto notices and uses his index finger to lift your chin and bring your gaze back to his.

“hey, look at me.” he says softly, “start riding.”

the shift in his tone from the soft one he was just using is alerting, and you obey his demand eagerly. you begin making short strides with your hips, rocking them back and fourth agaist bokuto’s leg while he rubs your thighs in the process. you moan as a shock of arousal shoots itself throughout your body. you steady yourself by holding onto bokuto’s shoulders and continue rocking your hips in quick motions. bokuto’s eyes don’t know where to land. he keeps switching between looking down at your hips as you grind them expertly against his thigh, and looking at your face which would occasionally scrunch up in pleasure as you moan. both making him unbearably hard.

bokuto knows you just ended your period. in turn, he knows that means your nipples are extra sensitive so he reaches under your shirt and unclaspes your bra, tossing it on the seat beside him. he then begins rubbing your already hard nipples between his fingers which earns a breathy moan of his name from you. between the intense feeling of pleasure between your legs and now the added pleasure of having your nipples played with, you know you’re not going to last much longer. so you unbutton bokuto’s pants after noticing how hard he is and grasp his erect member, making long strokes along the shaft before rubbing your thumb around the tip. you want him to cum with you and judging by the noises you’re getting out of him, you’re wish will come true. you continue riding his thigh and stroking his dick, while he continues playing with your nipples and you start to feel yourself get hotter and hotter.

“kiss me.” you say to bokuto and he happily obliges, attaching his lips to yours roughly. now the two of you are moaning into each other’s mouths as you get closer to you’re orgasms, doing everything you can to reach them.

“fuck, i’m almost there.” bokuto moans against you.

“me too.” you moan as well, your movements against bokuto’s thigh becoming more sloppy. your moans are increasing in volume and you know you’re both close.

“shit.” is all bokuto gives to warn you before he’s cumming all over your hand and the sight sends you over. you’re whole body tenses as your orgasm rolls through you, you gripping more tightly onto bokuto’s shoulders at the sensation.

you both give each other a minute to come down, still panting and trying to catch your breaths.

“i’m so in love with you y/n.” bokuto sighs once he’s finally caught his breath and you chuckle at his confession.

“i’m in love with you too kōtarō.”

➳ asking hq guys to peg them

warnings: mentions of nsfw topics but no smut

characters (randomly chosen): kenma kozume, tetsurō kuroo, toru oikawa, kei tsukishima, tobio kageyama, asahi azumane

a/n: this is my first time doing smau so hopefully it’s good :))

COCKWARMING THE PRETTY SETTERS

warnings: definitely smut 

characters: tooru oikawa, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume, koshi sugawara

a/n: i’m taking request btw :) my inbox is open. also, this is kinda long so grab your popcorn haha

oikawa

 - oikawa is obsessed with you whether he wants to admit it or not

- which is wild because no one would’ve expected him to ever be more obsessed with anyone other than himself

- but here you are

- and he LOVES being around you 

- just being in your presence makes him all giddy and smiley

-though he does try to compose himself whenever you guys are around his teammates but usually fails 

-  he’s not obsessed in a weird or creepy way, but just enough for you to know that he’s all about you and only you

- and you love it

- and of course oikawa’s obsession with you rings no surprise that he’s obsessed with being inside you 

- as long as he’s close to his pretty y/n, he’s happy

the two of you had just finished a long and strenuous two rounds of sex and were more than ready for bed. but when oikawa got out of bed to get towels for the two of you to clean up with, you felt extremely empty. you were exhausted, that’s for sure. but a big part of you just wanted him filling you up again, even if nothing else happened. you pout, knowing that your attentive boyfriend would notice when he came back, which he did. 

“hm, what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asks softly as he starts to gently clean his mess off of your stomach with a warm towel. 

“i want you inside of me again.” you say in an almost whisper, a little embarrassed by the words that just left your mouth and he laughs lightly. 

“you’re so cute.” he says as he tucks a piece of hair away from your face and gives you a kiss. “but i’m so tired.” he finishes, then plops down on the bed beside you, big spooning you. 

“no, we don’t have to have sex again, i’m exhausted too. i just want you inside me.” you say shyly. you feel his dick twitch behind you and can’t help but smile a little, knowing you’re about to get what you want.

“oh, like cockwarming?” oikawa asks and you nod in response. “hm, ok. yeah, we can do that.” he smiles before kissing your forehead. he was already big spooning you so he was in the perfect position to just slip it in. he pulls down his shorts just enough so that his member could spring free, then pulls the panties that you were wearing under one of his shirts down just enough for him to have access to what he needed. he teases your folds with his tip a little bit, causing you to tense up. then he slowly pushes himself inside you, it not being too difficult with you still being wet from earlier. the two of you moan in unison, both sensitive from your previous interactions. once he’s fully in, he stays there and wraps his arm around your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“does that feel good? is that ok?” he asks before pressing more soft kisses on your shoulder and your neck.

“it’s perfect.” you coo and he pulls you a little closer with the arm he had slung over your waist.

“goodnight princess.”

“goodnight oikawa.”

-you definitely have morning sex when you wake up

kageyama

- let’s be real here, he really doesn’t know what any kinks are

- he just learns what he likes and what he doesn’t like from you and waits for you to tell him if it’s a kink or not 

- you end up having to tell him that basically anything sexual can be a kink after he keeps asking you “is that a kink?” every time you two do something new in bed 

- you find his lack of knowledge on the subject adorable though, even though you constantly tease him about it 

- he honestly just goes with the flow and follows your lead in terms of sexual things

- not that he’s the submissive one, you just know more about sex so sometimes you have to give him extra guidance

- he doesn’t mind it though, he wouldn’t wanna learn it from anyone else but you

- and you just so happened to teach him his new favorite kink

you two are making out on kageyama’s bed. it starts off innocent at first but slowly progresses into a messier and more heated kiss. you’re on top of him, tugging on his hair while he grips onto your hips. you begin slowly grinding against him causing him to moan softly into your mouth. his sounds were always so pretty and always instantly made your core pulse. you continue grinding on kageyama, giving both yourself and him pleasure. but it isn’t enough. in one swift motion he flips you over so now he’s the one on top. without detaching his lips from yours, he pulls his member out of his pants and lifts up the skirt you’re wearing then slowly pulls down your underwear, revealing your wet core.

“pretty.” he mumbles before licking a teasingly slow and soft stripe up your folds. you moan at the sensation and shut your eyes in pleasure. he continues to please you with his tongue before inserting two fingers into you. it hurts a bit more than usual but you shrug it off because the pleasure outweighs the pain. he continues with this for a few minutes more before he can’t take it anymore and positions himself at your entrance. he slowly begins pushing himself in, but as soon as he’s all the way in, you yelp in pain.

“ow ow ow! stop!” you groan, and kageyama does as told.

“what’s wrong? s-should i take it out?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.

“no no, keep it in just let me adjust to it.” you say. the day before, you and kageyama had some hardcore sex. you had unintentionally somewhat intentionally made him jealous so that he would punish you, and oh that he did. but your poor pussy was suffering the consequences. 

“ok princess, i won’t move. just let me know when you’re ready.” he says softly and you smile at his sweetness. he starts kissing you again, this time more deep and passionate as opposed to the sloppy, heated kiss that got you here in the first place. you were slowly beginning to relax around your boyfriend while he was losing his mind trying not to bust inside of you. something about not moving but still being inside you, feeling you around him. the anticipation. it’s driving him crazy.

“oh no, i’m gonna cum.” he says shyly as he pulls away from the kiss and accidentally cums inside of you. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrasment and you just giggle at him, as that isn’t the first time that’s happened. 

“is, is that a kink? not doing anything, just being inside you? because i think i have that kink.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“it is actually, it’s called cockwarming.” you say as you gently stroke his hair, trying to relax your still clearly embarrassed boyfriend. 

“hm, well can we never do cockwarming again, that was embarrassing.” he sighs before finally removing his head from the crook of your neck and looking at you.

“i don’t think it was embarrassing baby, i thought it was cute. but if you don’t wanna do it again we don’t have to.” you reassure him and he blushes at your compliment.

“maybe we can do it again sometime then, but for now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” he says before picking you up over his shoulder and taking you to the bathroom. 

kenma

- anyone who knows kenma knows that he is always preoccupied with video games

- whenever he’s playing, it’s fairly difficult to get his attention

- as his girlfriend, you’ve somewhat learned to accept this, even though you would like more attention from your boyfriend

- but you take what you can get, knowing that’s just how kenma is and you wouldn’t ever wanna change him 

- but sometimes you get needy

- really needy 

- and kenma isn’t always the best at reading that

- so you take it upon yourself to get the kind of attention you’re craving from your boyfriend

kenma doesn’t really get flustered too often. but when he does, oh anyone in a ten mile radius can tell. the first time you saw him really get flustered was when he gave you his hoodie while you were out on a date. it had gotten colder than you expected so he gave you his jacket to keep you warm, and as soon as you put it on, the boy went red. he couldn’t even form coherent sentences at first and you thought it was the most hilariously adorable thing ever. ever since that day, you’ve worn his clothes whenever you wanted his attention; hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it. today is one of those days. kenma has been gaming all day in some sort of tournament and you’re beginning to get frustrated because of how badly you’re craving his touch, so you pull out the big guns. you put on one of his favorite hoodies, one that you’ve never worn before, and head into his gaming room. he’s sitting is his gaming chair deep in concentration, shooting at someone and talking to who you assume is kuroo on his headset. he doesn’t even notice you at first until you come sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of his as you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“hi kitten.” he whispers away from his mic before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you hum in response. you played with the hair at the nape of his neck for a little bit before your overwhelming feeling of neediness comes back. you lift your head from kenma’s shoulder, now somewhat blocking his view of his computer screen.

‘i want to feel you inside me’ you mouth to him. he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until right then, and his cheeks blush bright red. he places a finger under your chin and uses it to pull you in for a kiss. “go for it.” he whispers to you as he pulls away, reverting his attention back to his game that he had forgotten about for a quick second. you easily slip his member out of the sweats he’s wearing and give it a few strokes to get him hard. you were wearing absolutely nothing under his hoodie in hopes that this would be the outcome, and when he notices that as he glances from you back to his computer screen every so often, he mumbles 

“dirty little kitten, this is exactly what you wanted hm?” 

“mhmm” you respond and he smiles.

you continue what you’re doing and position kenma’s tip at your hole before slowly sinking down on it. your breath hitches at the feeling of being filled up, while kenma clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip in order to hold back his moans. once he’s fully inside you, you lay your head on his shoulder again and just stay there.

“hm, that’s it? you just wanna cockwarm me?” kenma asks curiously. 

“mhmm. just wanted to feel you inside me, that’s it.” you say sleepily, slowly drifting as you shut your eyes. 

kenma can’t help but smile, “you’re adorable.” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. you smile a small smile in return before dozing off on kenma’s shoulder, him still buried deep inside you. 

every so often you would move around in your sleep and kenma would have to bite his lip to hold back a moan so the friends he was playing with wouldn’t hear, but it was worth the risk because he loves just being this close to you, and you do too.

sugawara

- suga’s high sex drive really surprised you when you two first started dating

- his kinkiness surprised you too

- you thought he would always be very gentle and vanilla

- but you were very mistaken

- not that you’re complaining though

- he’s always open to trying new things

- so when you bring up the topic of cockwarming, he’s intrigued

“is that something you wanna try bunny?” he asks after you finish explaining to him what exactly cockwarming is.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just think it’d be interesting to try.” you shrug

“i agree.” he says, before leaning over to start kissing your neck. that’s your weak spot, so you take this as suga saying he wants to try right now. the two of you are currently on the couch, in the middle of watching a romcom but clearly that romcom has been forgotten as suga continues to make little love bites on your neck. you lift his chin to kiss him because you know if you don’t stop him now, he’ll cover your whole body in hickies. the kiss is soft, but passionate and you can feel yourself quite literally melting into it. somehow you end up straddling suga, still lost in the kiss. you suddenly notice a pair of familiar fingers making their way down to your most sensitive area. he teases you, rubbing his fingers over your pajama shorts, knowing you’re getting needy because of the way you’re starting to softly moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign of you wanting more and breaks away from the kiss so he can take off your shorts and your underwear, with a little bit of help from you. once your bottom half is completely naked, he grins and begins kissing you again. the sensation of your bare core against suga’s sweatpants was teasing you, so you began moving your hips to get some friction. suga moans a little at your sudden movements and you can feel him getting harder. he pushes you up off of him slightly so that he can pull his sweats down, them ending up just hanging around his ankles. now both of your bottom halves are naked, and you’re staring at each other in anticipation.

“sit on it bunny.” suga instructs and you follow his orders, sitting down on his length and feeling every inch against your walls. that feeling when he first inserts into you will never get old. 

“mm, suga.” you moan. he instinctively thrusts after hearing your pretty noises, completely forgetting what you guys were supposed to be trying.

“no, don’t move.” you laugh at him and he blushes apologetically.

“sorry, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so pretty.” he apologizes and you melt.

“it’s ok suga, you’re adorable.” you smile. “i’m gonna turn around now, but keep you inside me and we’ll finish the movie just like this, yeah?” you say.

“yeah.” he nods in agreement. without pulling suga out of you, you turn so that you’re no longer straddling him but sitting in his lap with your back facing towards him, your face now facing the tv. you guys finish the rest of the movie exactly like this, you sitting on suga’s lap with his member deep inside of you and suga occasionally thrusting up into you just to get your reaction. 

jealousy

warnings: none, just jealous oikawa lol

characters: toru oikawa x reader

request: Hello! I found your blog and really love your work and I was wondering if you could make a oikawa x reader oneshot of him being jealous. Like some guy(s) is/ (are) flirting with the reader and Oikawa gets jealous and things. I really never find one of oikawa being jealous and things. If you can’t do it that’s okay. I hope you have a wonderful day. Thank you. (With the (s) and (are) I’m just gonna let you do as you wish if you won’t more then one guy or not idk srry)

a/n: i was gonna make this nsfw but honestly i like it better this way, and hopefully you do too :) but if y’all want this in a smutty version, i will gladly oblige lol

toru oikawa

- oikawa is a fairly confident person as most may know

- some may even say he’s overly confident or possibly even conceited 

- but you don’t see it that way

- you just see a guy who’s comfortable in his own skin and takes pride in his abilities

- and because of oikawa’s confidence, he’s not typically one to get jealous very easily

- maybe a bit defensive, or slightly possessive

- but never fully jealous

- until he meets tetsuro kuroo for the first time that is

- kuroo happens to take quite a liking to you

- and let’s just say oikawa isn’t happy about that

- at all

of course you have shown up to the huge volleyball tournament your boyfriend is currently taking part in, you wouldn’t miss it for the world. you absolutely adore watching oikawa play because you get to witness a side of him that you don’t normally get to see. a more serious and focused side. a side of him solely driven by determination and desire, and you quite like seeing such passion physically radiate from his skin as he plays. it’s captivating really, so captivating that you don’t even notice the presence of the tall figure moving closely beside you until his arm accidentally brushes against yours. 

“oh, my bad. i was just trying to move closer to get a better view of the game.” the stranger says. he’s tall, dark hair, slender yet muscular build. his hazel eyes are looking down at you apologetically as he gives you a quick smile and you return him a smile as well. 

“no worries. you play?” you ask, taking in the man’s appearance. he’s wearing a volleyball uniform so you don’t even know why you asked that, the answer blatantly obvious. but you figured it would be a nice way to make conversation nonetheless. 

“i do, i’m a middle blocker. supposed to play the winning team of this game actually. that’s why i came to watch.” he says tilting his head down to the court where your boyfriend is currently playing. “i’m tetsuro by the way, but you can call me kuroo. or whatever you prefer.” he turns his attention back to you, holding out his right hand for you to shake. you take his hand in yours, shaking it firmly.

“i’m y/n, nice to meet you kuroo.” you say kindly before turning your attention back to the game that you had temporarily forgotten about. you lock eyes with oikawa who’s looking up at you with an expression that you can’t quite read. but what you do know is he does not look happy despite the fact that his team had just scored a point, giving them a five point lead in a round that can win them the whole game. you frown a bit, confused as to why he’s upset. 

“you know him or something?” kuroo asks you, raising an eyebrow as he speaks. 

“who oikawa? yeah, i know him very well. he’s my boyfriend.” you respond and there’s a slight glint of disappointment in kuroo’s eyes. 

“ahh i see, should’ve known a pretty girl like you wouldn’t be single.” kuroo sighs and you can’t help but blush at the nice compliment. 

“haha, thank you. but yes, i’m happily taken.” you smile, glancing down to oikawa who still looks somewhat frustrated. 

“i’ve heard from mutual friends that oikawa can be quite the handful. is that true?” kuroo asks genuinely. 

“mm, i suppose. he can be complicated sometimes, he’s got a very unique personality. but it’s nothing i can’t handle. i think we’re really good together.” you defend your boyfriend and kuroo flashes you a smirk. 

“he’s a lucky dude, that oikawa. you’re stunning and you seem like you have a great head on your shoulders.” kuroo flirts and again you feel yourself start to blush. it’s not that you’re actually interested in this guy. sure, he’s attractive and all, but your heart is with oikawa and it always will be. it’s just that compliments always seem to fluster you, no matter who they’re from. 

oikawa can spot your blush and the way you’re smiling and giggling while speaking to kuroo from his spot on the court. he has no clue what it means, but an intense sensation of heat is building in his chest and he suddenly feels the urge to punch something. better yet, punch someone.he’s up to serve and if anyone in the gym hadn’t known something was up with oikawa’s mood before, they most definitely notice it now. oikawa is infamous for having an insanely powerful serve, even when he isn’t currently seething over the hot shot stranger flirting with his girlfriend in the stands. so you can only imagine the sheer amount of power he serves the ball with while his anger builds within him as he watches you and the dark haired guy from the corner of his eye. the harsh sound of his skin meeting the smooth leather of the ball is like something you’ve never heard before. the frown on his face as he hits it, his eyebrows knitted closely together and his bottom lip tucked tightly between his teeth, it’s clear that he’s mad. really mad. and the sound the ball makes when it smacks the floor on the other side of the net, seemingly not even taking half a second to get there, is gut retching. you’re sure that if anyone had even dared to receive that, they may as well have been asking for death. your eyes go wide and the stadium goes quiet for a solid second before cheers and chants of oikawa’s name echo all throughout the building. that was the winning point, and to the outside viewer they may just suspect that oikawa served the ball like that to solidify his teams’ victory. but you know there’s a deeper routed reason behind that unnecessarily powerful serve. 

“sheesh, does your boyfriend always serve like that at game point? definitely gonna have to warn my teammates about that.”  kuroo says, clearly in awe over the hit. 

“he’s usually powerful, but not like that. that was different. something’s wrong.” you realize and begin to make your way over to the stairs of the stands so you could figure out what’s got your boyfriend so obviously distraught. 

“well it was nice meeting you y/n, thanks for keeping me company throughout the game.” kuroo calls after you and you turn to face him.

“same to you kuroo.” you respond, not knowing that oikawa is glaring at the two of you aggravatedly as he waits for you to finish making your way down the stairs.

“what was that about?”

“what was that about?” 

you two ask in unison as soon as you’re in each other’s presence. 

“you first.” you say, looking into oikawa’s eyes with anticipation. he rolls his eyes at you, placing one hand on his hip and the other on the bridge of his nose. 

“are you serious? you really have no idea of why i’m upset? no ideas at all?” he sighs, removing his hand from his nose and you frown at him in confusion. 

“no? did i do something?” you ask. your voice soft with guilt even though you have no clue what you even feel guilty for. 

“that dude, fucking abercrombie model over there. he was flirting with you the entire game. it was hard to concentrate when he was practically sucking your face right in front of me.” oikawa huffs dramatically and you can’t help but let out a small laugh.

“you mean kuroo? he does kind of look like an abercrombie model huh?” you giggle and oikawa looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.

“you think this is funny? well it’s not y/n. it was seriously annoying watching him make you smile and laugh like that. what’d you say his name is? kuroo? i hate him. i hate kuroo.” oikawa pouts. 

“oikawa babe, are you jealous?” you ask with a teasing smile and he shoots you the most intense look he’s ever given you.

“me? why would i be jealous. literally what is there to be jealous of? like ok yeah, he has cool hair. and he’s tall. and he’s got a nice face. and his volleyball team is actually pretty good. but that does NOT mean i’m jealous y/n. i’m never jealous. ever.” oikawa huffs and you find it painfully difficult not to full on laugh at him. 

“i hate to break it to you pretty boy, but you sound a bit jealous.” you say, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“yeah whatever.” he mumbles, lifting your hand to his face so he can nuzzle into your touch a bit. “i guess i just felt intimidated by him, and i’ve never really felt like that before so i didn’t know how to react. i just got really angry, as i’m sure you saw.” he continues, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “but i trust you, and i know you weren’t flirting back. you were just being friendly because that’s who you are, and i love that about you. so i apologize for overreacting like that, that was kind of stupid.” 

your heart.

“it wasn’t stupid toru, everyone falls victim to jealousy at least once. i’m just glad to see that you care enough to get that upset.” you laugh lightly. 

“well duh, i’m too in love with you to not get upset over that.” he says, placing a finger under your chin before lifting your face up for a kiss. the kiss is passionate, far too passionate to be happening in a gym full of tons of people but that’s oikawa for you. he couldn’t care less about what other people think, especially when he’s with you. when he’s with you, it’s just you and him. no one else matters.

well…

“that was a killer serve oikawa, hope to see it again when we play you in a little bit.” a familiar voice rings from beside you. you disconnect the kiss and open your eyes, greeted by a very smug looking kuroo. you thought you had seen oikawa reach peak anger earlier, but you stand corrected. if looks could kill, kuroo would be long deceased by now, already buried six feet under. but kuroo is completely unbothered and just walks away with that trying smirk of his. 

“oh i’ll gladly serve like that again, right at your face.” oikawa whispers with a sadistic grin. 

it’s safe to say that kuroo’s team does not win this game.

not even close. 

Friends with no benefits -Iwaoi

Warnings: NSFW, angst, hurt no comfort, questionable consent (but Iwa wants it), bottom Iwaizumi, college!AU, ‘and they were roommates’

Iwaizumi was currently sitting on the floor in front of the couch with a controller in his hands. Playing some war and getting way too intense about it. He almost didn’t didn’t hear Oikawa come in through the front door, but he did and decided to ignore it away. He took a quick glance at the clock sitting underneath the television, it read 3:14 AM. He continued to ignore how he could hear Oikawa stumbling to get his shoes off and his heavy footsteps headed in to the living room.

A few minutes passed before he could actually feel the other man’s presence next to him. He finally decided to chance a glance at him. He noticed he had discarded his jacket somewhere along the way, hoping that he actually brought it home, his tie was hanging loosely around his neck and the first few buttons undone on his dress shirt. “How was it?” he had asked referring to his night out with a few friends from their classes. Iwaizumi was invited, but turned down the offer not wanting to babysit all night.

“It was so boring without you Iwa, you should have joined.” There was a slight whine to his voice as he spoke to him leaning in closer. Iwaizumi made a point not to look at him again keeping his eyes fixated on the screen as Oikawa laid his head on his shoulder. He was able to smell the alcohol radiating from the other man as he added another death to his ration and groaning at the game.

Oikawa watched as it happened and snuggled closer. He shuffled so their bodies were side by side and pulled his knees to his chest. Iwaizumi snuck another glance down at him but didn’t linger. This went unnoticed “Iwaaa, pay attention to me.” He didn’t let the words get to him and as his character loaded on screen again he continued to play.

Feeling frustrated quicker than usual thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol still in a system Oikawa maneuvered his body around him again. This time, forcing his legs into the other man’s lap underneath the hands holding the controller. He attempted to force his head underneath his arm, but to no avail. Iwaizumi moved his arms away from him “Quit Kawa, you’re gonna make me die again, I was winning before your ass came in here.”

“But I’m so needy, please?” If there was anything that college taught Iwaizumi, it was that Oikawa always got like this while drinking. And he knew he wouldn’t give in, but he didn’t want to either. Oikawa was moving again, much more forceful this time, he pushed himself into Iwaizumi’s lap head under his arms so they’d be wrap around his back holding the control. His face lay against Iwaizumi’s shoulder nose brushing against his collarbone. He was carful to keep his breathing steady, not letting the other know this was getting to him.

He continued to play dying much more frequently now. But he instantly dropped the controller as he felt soft lips press against the skin over his collarbone. Oikawa giggled softly against him, the soft puffs of breath heating his skin. “What Iwa? You can’t handle a little attention yourself?”

“Cut it out, would you?” He pushed against his shoulders but Oikawa didn’t move much. In fact, he pushed and pulled back. Effectively bringing Iwaizumi to lay on the floor both men falling sideways. Oikawa was giggling more “get off me, you’re much heavier that you think”

Oikawa sat straight up pouting, looking at him underneath. The sight was enough for Iwaizumi to have to turn his face to the side cheeks tinting pink. Oikawa didn’t let this pass either. “Is that why your face is red? Because I’m so heavy.” He ground his hips down softly causing Iwaizumi to suck in a sharp breath of air and attempt to sit up but Oikawa was pushing him back down “what?” He asked feigning innocence so perfectly.

“I’m serious crappykawa. Stop, this isn’t funny”

Oikawa leaned down again, lips ghosting over his neck. “I think it’s a little funny” then made contact kissing and nipping messily.

Iwaizumi squeezed his eyes shut tightly head turning to the side. He so badly didn’t want to make him stop, but he also didn’t want this to be their first. Oikawa drunk and not understanding how much of an effect he was having on him, on his feelings that he’s kept well hidden for so long.

Oikawa always tried to make moves while drunk, and not just on him, but he’s never been this pushy or straight forward about it. He ground his hips down against him again and Oikawa let out a soft moan all for show. “Your mouth is saying no, but a different part of you is saying yes” he let his hands travel up and under his shirt. Iwaizumi’s own hands gripped in tight fist against the floor.

Then, Oikawa was skidding off his lap and further down his legs hands going for the waist band on his sleep bottoms. His head shot up to look down at Oikawa and he leaned up on his elbows watch. “Are you gonna tell me to stop?”

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything, just turned his head to side and his cheeks growing darker and breath getting heavier. Oikawa made quick work to pull the pants and his briefs down. The alcohol in his system making him quick and sloppy. But Iwaizumi still lifted his hips a bit to help get them down.

He was already embarrassingly hard but Oikawa didn’t seem to care as he leaned down and used the flat of his tongue to lick a wide strip all the way up his length. Iwaizumi brought one hand up to his mouth, biting on his knuckles to keep from making any noise. “Too bad that’s not what I’m interested in though.”

Iwaizumi looked back down at him as Oikawa pulled his pants off the rest of the way, pushing his knees apart and laying flat on his stomach between the man’s legs. He tucked both hands under his knees and pushed them up and apart. Iwaizumi grabbed the back of both his thighs on instinct before realizing what was to come next. “N-no no, you don’t have to do th-” but his own voice was cut off with a low groan as he felt Oikawa lick another fat stripe on his body, this time against his exposed entrance.

Oikawa still wasn’t wasting any time. Licking and poking at his hole, spitting on it and diving back in. Iwaizumi had never felt so satisfied off something so disgusting, quick, and messy. It didn’t take long before he was leaking pre against his own stomach. Doing his best to keep all his noises in, he failed as he felt Oikawa push a finger inside him, it felt amazing but Oikawa seemed displeased with the lack of resistance. He spit again to make sure it wasn’t uncomfortable before leaning up a bit “you let people fuck you often?” He asked sounding genuinely distraught about it.

Iwaizumi shook his head quickly causing a smirk to grow on Oikawa’s face “so you do it yourself then?” he asked a bit menacingly, adding a second finger. Iwaizumi didn’t respond to the question but it seemed he was ok with that as he leaned down and continued to lick around his fingers with his tongue. Spreading his fingers each time he pulled them out to stretch him quicker. Preparing him for the third finger he added shortly after. Iwaizumi could feel Oikawa’s other shoulder moving slightly and leaned up to look down, Oikawa had already pulled his own cock from the confines of his slack and was pumping it lazily. He continued licking and spitting around the three fingers inside him before pulling his face and hand away. Iwaizumi couldn’t help the small whine that felt his throat at the lack of contact.

“Don’t worry handsome, I’ve got something better for you.” he was attempting to be seductive as he made his way back over Iwaizumi but his drunkenness made him lose the effect. He watched as Oikawa climbed back over him. He could see the delay in his brain as he blinked slowly. He brought both hands up to either side of the man’s face while they looked down to line himself up against Iwaizumi’s pucker. Iwaizumi could feel the pressure before it slipped away. He wasn’t sure if Oikawa was trying to tease him, or if his coordination was that bad right now. Regardless, he reached a hand down between them to help him out. Lining him quickly Oikawa slowly began to sink in looking back up at the person below him. Iwaizumi leaned up to kiss him, but Oikawa turned his face to the side letting him make contact with his cheek instead. He nuzzled his face against his neck and Iwaizumi knew it was so that he didn’t have to reject another kiss.

Iwaizumi wrapped his arms tightly around his shoulders as he began with gentle thrusts. “Please tell me you’ll remember in the morning” he was answered with a particularly rough thrust. Not too hard, but much harder than the others, it made them both grunt but only one was with pleasure. Iwaizumi made sure to hold Oikawa tightly so that he wouldn’t lean up and see the tears forming in his eyes. He knew Oikawa would think it was from pain.

His thrusts sped up, and his timing was awful, Iwaizumi did his best to move his hips against him to keep a rythem but as Oikawa got closer it only got worse. Iwaizumi knew it was from the alcohol making him sluggish so he’ll try not to hold it as a standard. Oikawa brought one hand between there bodies, his hand having a bit better rythem but he was squeezing the tip a bit too tight making it feel too sensitive and intense. It still wasn’t a bad feeling, just bringing Iwaizumi closer the edge sooner then comfortable.

Oikawa didn’t say anything else to him. Not as Iwaizumi came between their bodies, or as Oikawa filled him with his release. He didn’t say anything as he sat up and pulled out. He didn’t say anything as he looked at Iwaizumi’s flushed tear stained cheeks. And he certainly didn’t say anything as he tucked himself back into his pants and left Iwaizumi a mess on the carpeted living room floor.

And when Iwaizumi woke up the next morning and walked into the kitchen to see Oikawa actually cooking, he asked Oikawa if he remembered coming home last night. And of course he couldn’t remember.

ᴀᴏʙᴀ ᴊᴏʜꜱᴀɪ

[ — ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ] [ — ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ]

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— headcanons:

nothing yet…

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— headcanons:

nothing yet…

Tentative Schedule as of rn

I will update frequently to add new posts and completion of others! Stay tuned, but as of rn a post every Sunday.

Also pls complete thispoll about the time you are most active on Tumblr <3

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Week One (Oct 3rd- 9th)

✓✓✓Oct 3rd- “The Question Isn’t Who Am I, It’s Where Am I.” (Hehe The start of my Ghostface, three part, series….)

➥➥Included kinks- Bathroom sex, costume sex, degradation, some praise, choking, hair pulling, gagging, face fucking, fingering, oral (M!Receiving), unprotected sex. 

✓✓✓Oct 6th- Oral Fixation with Kyoutani Kentarou 

➥➥Included kinks- mouth fingering, gagging, and oral (m! Receiving), Characters aged up, MINORS DNI.

✓✓✓Oct 8th- Thigh Riding with Bokuto Koutarou

➥➥Included kinks- Thigh riding, humping, masturbation, DNI, Characters aged up

✓✓✓Oct 9th- Body Worship With Izuku Midoriya

➥➥Included kinks- Body worship, Oral (Fem R), breeding, vaginal penetration, Minors DNI, Characters aged up.

Week Two (Oct 10th- 16th)

✓✓✓Oct 10th- “I Want To Play A Game”, Second Part to GhostFace Series (I HAD TO REUPLOAD IT ;(((( )

➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting.

Week Four (Oct 24th- 30th)

✓✓✓Oct 24th- “What Do You Want! …To See What Your Insides Look Like”, Final Part to Ghostface Series

➥➥Kinks included- *Very dark themes*, Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, CNC, cucking, voyerism, exhibitionism, bondage, knife play, full nelson, smacking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, dacryphilia, Double penetration, anal & anal play such as rimming, squirting, real aggressive sex.

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Heyooo im back holy crap and hopefully for good!

The schedule will change, i’ll be adding stuff as I go along.

I have asks that I plan to work into this schedule if I can make them work out for the theme at hand.

Will try to incorporate diff fandoms too

Plan to use this as a time to also write stuff that I haven’t which you will start seeing as i will really be pushing myself with the big pieces on sundays. Posts that aren’t on sundays will be shorter, but more hyper detailed around 1 kink or so.

I have been gone forever bc i want(ed) to die :) half joke half not life has been kicking me rn uggg.