Sakura Has Always Woken Up Before You. It Was Something You Found Comfort In, Those Stolen Minutes Of

heartbroken! darling . . who spends hours in her soft bed trying to get herself off — mind pacing back and forth to her ex boyfriend suna rintarou.

heartbroken! darling . . who hates herself for being reminded of how well his fingers worked her little cunt, and how well he fucked with his pretty dick.

heartbroken! darling . . who’s fussing, tossing and turning and huffing into her plush pillow until the soft of her upper arm accidently presses on the contact of her ex, ringing suna’s line.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s eyes widen when he sees your contact name pop up — still set as ‘sweet girl’ with no intent to change it. who takes a bit of time to answer, so it doesn’t seem like he cares too much.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who presses the green button with shaky fingers, parting his lips to speak before he hears a familiar meek moan.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s cock begins to stiffen at the soft, whiny moans elicited through the speaker of the phone — clearly you’ve misclicked his contact. he knows the moral thing to do would be to hang up, but . .

heartbroken! darling . . who subconsciously whines out her ex boyfriends name slurred with a soft moan, chanting the syllables over and over with occasional ‘ . . miss you . . ‘ and ‘ love you ‘s . . ‘

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who can hear your sloppy pussy over the poor speaker of the phones, and your soft rumbling in the sheets. who’s listening so intently that he starts to imagine your pussy crying out his name too.

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“r—rinnn . . miss y’ so much ,”

he knows — knows you’re renacting the nights where you two had to resort to phone sex, due to him being heftily busy or out of town. he’s well used to your whining and the scramble of the sheets against the phones speaker, having resorted to phone sex as a way to push off the true issue — he was never home.

“‘m sorry,” you ramble, “sorry f’being so mean . . miss y’ so much. miss your face ‘nd . . fingers and y’r cock—“ you hiccup.

you muffle your voice into your pillow, free arm wrapping under the the cushion for leverage. “rin,” you moan. “l—love you.”

your breath fastens when you feel your climax following, little thumb pressing against your sensitive clit just as suna taught you. “feels good! r—rinnn,” you cry, eyes shut tight with the vivid imagination of your now ex boyfriend behind you, helping you get off.

his sultry voice and featherlight touches transverse your thoughts, soft cries being elicited from your swollen lips and drool dirtying your pillow. you ignore the loud squelches of your pussy, or how you’re dirtying your hand and the sheets below, pumping in and out of your swollen cunt with no other desire but to cum.

you yelp, jump up in terror when you hear a loud masculine sigh and low shlicks, eyes searching the room for the source of noise. you lift your blanket with intentions to slip inside . .

revealing your phone. on an active call with your ex boyfriend named, ‘sweet boy.’ no, you hadn’t changed his contact either. the time of the call displays ‘12:38.’ a hot flash spreads throughout your body,

“r—rin?”

“y—yeah.”

“you . . you didn’t hear anything right?”

it’s so deathly silent, you could hear a pin drop.

“you really miss me that much, doll?” suna chuckles, breaking the silence with a short hum.

“no . . du—dunno what you’re talking about. i—i called on accident so ‘m gonna—“

“don’t be like that baby, don’t hang up. let me come over, yeah?”

“rin—“ you protest,

“oh? we’re not moanin’ anymore? i see . . “

“shut up, suna!” you cry out, defeated and forcibly facing the fact that you had just fucked yourself to the thought of your ex boyfriend — and he heard everything.

“c’mon. let me come over t’night and show you just how much i missed you, too. alright?”

he’s eager when you don’t protest, only a heavy huff before the line cuts off. he’s quick to messily tug up his sweats, rinse off his hand, and reach for keys.

When he lost to Karasuno, he looks so down so you build up the couragr and cheers him up 😌😏😉😉

OHHHMYGOD YES

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⭒warnings/tags; lingerie, some pda

It didn't matter how hard he tried to hide it; you knew he was upset.

The warmth of the setting sun kissed your exposed legs, a gentle breeze tickling between your thighs as you dug your fingers into the straps of your backpack. Iwaizumi walked you to your front gate as promised, his expression frostier than usual. Despite the faint scowl, he still looked handsome; as if carved from marble, rays of ocher light were delicate on his otherwise roughened features.

Stood in the sunbath, you struggled to find the right words to say.

"H-Hajime-senpai... Um–"

You had something to show him; you read about it in your girls' magazines, stressed over every bubble of text, and memorized the advice written in curly font— Ever since that game against Karasuno, you wanted to show him just how much you cared.

"I wanna help you feel better"

There was a slight blush that crept up to your cheeks when you reached for the hem of your skirt; painted nails grabbing at the pleats, raising the fabric ever-so-slightly above your hip bones. Revealing skin, freshly-smooth, you took your lower lip between your teeth and looked up to meet his softened gaze.

He blinked and swallowed deep, trying his hardest to avoid the precious sight that his innocent, little underclassman presented him with. Your new panties hugged the curves your hips, waistband digging into the plush of your tummy; see-through lace adorned with tiny, pink butterflies, made it obvious that you shaved your cunny just for him.

Leaning forward Iwaizumi brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, breath warm against your neck.

"You did that all for me?"

His voice was nothing more than raspy whisper, serving as a gentle reminder that you had yet to step into the house.

Lowering your skirt, you nodded, doe-eyed and heart aflutter. The magazines said boys liked surprises and you wondered if it were true— Turning your head, you press your glossy lips against his, hands sliding up the expanse of his chest before dainty fingers found themselves in his umber hair. The kiss filled his senses with the sweet, strawberry scent of your perfume; lingering was the delicate taste of cocoa when you pulled away, the gloss from your lips now on his. His olive-green eyes rounded, and he absentmindedly reached for his mouth to wipe away the sticky residue. You giggled and flashed him a toothy smile.

"Are you surprised, Hajime-senpai?"

front of the brain rn is bokuto coming in ur panties,,,,take that in whatever direction u would like to

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— bokuto cumin in your panties (pregame) + thigh job + pussy job + messy panties+ praise + f! reader

he didn’t have the time to take care of you how he wanted, it was a shame.

seeing you paw at him before his match, whining about how seeing him practice on the court earlier made you so sticky and wet made him so fucking hard and of course he couldn’t just walk out into the his game like that... right?

he makes you stand still, crossing your ankles while he slides his cock inbetween your thighs, the tip of his cock just barely brushing against your cute little clit.

bokuto grabs your hips, towering over you from behind, not even bothering in tugging your bottoms off all the way, pulling you back onto him.

“sorry baby.” he grunts, his precum and your blooming arousal is the only thing that keeps him slick enough to pass over your puffy cunt lips.

“but- you know i won’t fuck your pussy...” koutarou grunts, the force of him grabbing at you makes you whimper, knees going weak, “unless i have time to make you cum over and over.” he hisses, the sound of his fat cock parting your folds over and over makes him dizzy.

taking you like this is proving to be an even better warm up than anything he did earlier.

“yes! i know- i know...” you whine, fingers digging into his own strong and veiny arms, knowing that he’s got you- knowing that he won’t let you fall or let anything happen to you while he fucks the tightness between your thighs.

“fuck- fuck... gunna cum baby...” he growls, nipping the sensitive piece of skin lining your shoulder, you can see by the reflection in the wide mirror in the locker room just how much he’s towering over you- how much thicker his body is... it makes you so dizzy and throb in need.

“please! please cum, your match is starting soon.” you breathlessly pant, hearing the way his teammates are lining up to leave and make their appearance on the court- it’s pure desperation, pure need to have him finish and cum that drives you to squeeze your thighs even tighter, buck back into him, singing his praises while he huffs and whines.

“shit! that’s my girl... pretty little thing... prettiest thighs ever.” koutarou breathes, detaching himself, roughly fucking his fist- the other hand pushing your back, making you tumble forward slightly, his thick thigh coming inbetween your legs.

he hooks his fingers back on the waistband of your bottoms, giving him access to your panties, catching every single spurt of cum, mingling with the arousal that had fallen off your cute cunt in the midst of it all.

there’s a tingle playing at the base of his skull, a feral and deep heat swirling in his tummy at the thought of you walking around with panties he just came all over.

regulating his breathing, carding a hair through his spiky hair, he slaps your exposed cunt, splattering the arousal dripping off you, tucking himself in his athletic shorts, signaling you to pull your ruined underwear up.

“ah.” you wince, grumbling about how sticky and hot his cum feels pressed against your pussy.

he simply winks at you, golden eyes shining mischievously while a thick tongue sweeps up the digits covered in the slick he caught from that slap against your pussy.

“gunna play extra good... knowing my cute little baby’s got my cum all warmed up and save.” bokuto chuckles, tugging you along as he makes his way to the court.

“it’s not that bad, baby, can’t we just try again?”

virgin!satoru looks up at you from where his chin rests on your stomach, though you aren’t sure you can call him a virgin anymore. he holds your thighs apart, your sore pussy on sweet display for him. he presses a gentle kiss to your clit, which pulls a moan from you, but you stand strong.

“no way,” you shake your head. “absolutely fucking not. you’re… way too big.”

satoru grins, “thank you!”

“i’m not complimenting you, asshole,” you try and shift away from him, but gojo has your hips pressed into the mattress. “it hurts, toru. it’s too much.”

another kiss to your clit. “but she’s so needy for me,” he whines. “cant you see? so fucking wet… she can take me.”

“i can’t. it won’t fit.”

you didn’t think his pretty baby-blues could darken, but they do. satoru, your sweetheart, nips at your clit—only barely, but enough to make you gasp.

“you will,” he says, voice low. “i’ll make it fit.”

you can’t deny it, his tone only makes you even needier. you write under his grip, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips—he’s appraising you, studying his prey before bouncing. and he’s the virgin.

“oh, and after i fuck you, can we go get sushi?”

you blink at him. “what?”

“you know,” he scoots himself up and taps the head of his aching cock against your clit a few times. “to celebrate making it fit.”

strawberry shortcake [tsukishima kei][nsfw]

synopsis: you let kei act out his wildest fantasies for his birthday

warnings: manhandling, cunninglius, food play, breast worship, kei being a dick (wow), mild hair pulling, choking

notes: this isn’t as long due to time constraints (update: i lied, at the time i wrote this it wasn’t but now it is), but it would be illegal for me not to write anything for my tsukkipoo’s bday, so happy bday to one of like 4 of my main 2D husbands 🫶🏾💗 honestly i don’t know what this is

word count: 3.6kei

tsukishima never really considered his birthday to be a big deal, but when adding you to the equation, the man definitely can’t lie and say he doesn’t look forward to the occasion now.

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Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

tw: dub-con, stalking, unhealthy relationships, very questionable decision making, smut, nsfw, um… implied murder?

He’s sitting on the steps outside your apartment when you get home from work, a lit cigarette dangling between long fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bright cherry red tip glowing as he takes a nice, slow drag and you scurry on past.

Not a word passes between the two of you, but olive eyes follow you up the stairs regardless, just like always. His name is Iwaizumi – Iwa – but you only know that because you’ve heard his friends yelling it down the hallway. In the three months since you’ve moved in, you haven’t so much as introduced yourself to the guy, but like most strangers crammed into the same shitty place there’s some kind of a routine between the two of you.

Why he religiously chooses this time of night to take his smoke break is beyond you, but like clockwork you’ll arrive home, having walked back from the bus stop and Iwaizumi’ll be there waiting for you, cigarette in hand.

Well, not waiting, just… there. Black leather jacket with a hoodie underneath, there’s a cut above his eyebrow tonight that he hasn’t bothered to clean, a purpling bruise colouring his jaw. Whatever dealings Iwaizumi’s tangled up in, you don’t like to think about too much, but you know it can’t be anything good. His friends dress like him, all have the same ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. You’ve seen their scrapes and bruises too – the weapons that stick out from the waistband of their pants – though you’re always quick to avert your eyes when they catch you staring.

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Dabi x reader in squid game where they’re both players 👀 ✨

Squid Game AU - Player!Dabi x Player!Reader

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

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TW: Dabi is one of the scary players, Mentions of Violence and Murder, just a tiny bit of blackmail, implied dubcon.

30 minutes until lights out.

The clock hangs over the room, menacing streak of numbers that keep changing, leading you towards a nightmarish night, at best, and your painful death, at worst. Everyone knows what will happen; now that they're aware killing others in the dorms bears no consequence, the most violent of the players will wait until the lights are out to unleash their murderous fury in an atrocious blood bath.

And then there's you. Defenseless. Like a rabbit locked in with a pack of wolves. As much as you can rely on your wits during the game, you hadn't expected to be forced to fight for your life even at night, when there are no strict rules hanging over the participants and keeping them from hurting or killing others. There is no being smart when you're facing the sharp end of a knife or cowering under the fists of a merciless criminal, and as the numbers keep rolling above the beds, you know you have less than a 10% survival chance.

It feels unfair.

"Why do you keep looking at the clock? You scared or something?"

You raise your eyes to the man standing next to your bed, the knife hidden in the palm of his hand clicking against the metallic bars in annoying sounds. Still, your blood freezes in your veins at the sight of him; his black hair falling in front of cerulean blue eyes, the burn scars littering his face and body, the murderous fury alight in his gaze, waiting, expectant, ready to be unleashed as soon as the countdown strikes 0.

You don't know his name, and the number on his jacket is hidden under a blood stain, almost black now that it has dried, but you remember him, and more specifically the amused smirk that keeps pulling at his lips everytime he takes other players down in the games. He's among the worst ones, you know, among the criminals and murderers who are there because they need a bit of cash to escape from justice, far from the other poor souls forced to take part in such a game simply because they've been indebted after a few financial mistakes.

He's the last person you'd want to see near you when the lights go out.

Because of course, he's right. You're terrified.

"I'm not," you lie, and he barks a laugh. The sound makes you feel small, defenseless, weak, as if you were nothing but a prey cowering while the predator roars in triumph right before devouring them whole.

"Don't be so shy, princess. Want me to protect ya?"

You blink, surprised as he looks down at you, smug smirk pulling at his mismatched lips. You wonder what he did to earn these scars, if they're just the remains of yet another of his crimes, or if they're simply a red flag that you should take into account before accepting whatever it is he's offering.

It's not as if you have a choice, anyway.

And maybe he's just mocking you, playing with your feelings, giving you a sliver of hope before taking it away, but it's all you have, so you slowly nod, and whisper:

"Please."

His fingers are rough, calloussed when they gently stroke your cheek, as if you were a kitten that he'd been dying to pet. His digits slid under your chin before raising it, forcing you to look into his eyes. Blue, beautiful, and yet there's a sparkle of something scary burning in the cerulean irises.

"Alright princess, I'll be your bodyguard for the night. And, don't worry..."

His thumb rises along your chin, lingering a few seconds on your lower lip before slightly pushing until your mouth opens and he can feel the warmth of your tongue on his skin as it slips inside.

He smiles, and you don't think you've ever seen anything so terrifying.

"We'll talk about the price in the morning."

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"Aren't you too old for this?"

Sakura Haruka grimaces and shoves his bruised hands into his pockets. You raise an unimpressed eyebrow. There's dirt smudged along his cheekbone and the end of his sleeve is ripped.

"They were tryin' to hit on a girl." It comes out mumbled. Haruka's two toned gaze is averted to the top of your head. It was always difficult to get him to meet your eye in your high school years, but ever since he hit his growth spurt and graduated you feel like it's gotten worse.

"Haruka-kun," you sigh, "c'mere."

You grab his arm and tug, taking advantage of his brief moment of surprise to drag him into the back of the bakery. Your coworkers wave and smile at the former school captain but otherwise leave the two of you alone.

"Y-you…! What're you doing?"

The back office of Saboten is neat and clean and thankfully empty. You shove Haruka into a chair and grab his chin, ignoring the flare of heat beneath your fingers as he turns bright red.

"Did you get hit on the face?" you ask, leaning closer to look. The dirt smudging his cheek is loose, brushing away easily when you stroke the smooth skin there. You probe gently at the strong bone beneath and ignore the way his chest seizes with a held breath.

"No," he mumbles, "it's just dirt."

Your attention is drawn — as always — to his eyes. A muted, stormy gray blue and a bright, shimmering gold meet your unabashed gaze as your thumb strokes along his cheekbone again.

"I'm glad you didn't get hurt." You allow yourself a tiny grin as he scrunches his nose at you. "You could've let the new Bofurin kids handle it… but those guys will definitely think twice about messing with anyone from our neighborhood now."

"'Course," Haruka sniffs. You wonder if he knows he's leaning into your palm. "It was a quick fight, anyway. Only losers are late."

"I told you, you don't have to pick me up from work. I can handle myself." You giggle as he scoffs. You slide into a crouch, propping up your elbows on his knees for balance. "Give me your hands, Haruka-kun."

Your boyfriend hesitates for a short moment before releasing a breath. His hands are rough, but he flips them over obligingly and doesn't flinch when you curl your fingers around his wrists. "You've bruised your knuckles again," you tsk. "I'll go grab the first aid kit."

"W-wait." Haruka's entire face is charmingly pink, the gentle hue sweeping along his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. "You don't… I mean, I don't need you to —"

"I know," you hum, tugging his hands up to brush a gentle kiss along his skin. "But I want to."

Haruka stays quiet as you fetch the first aid kit and get to work disinfecting the tiny cuts on his hands. You're used to the comfortable silence, basking in the familiarity of tending to his battle wounds in the back of the bakery where you first met.

You never would've guessed that part of your job duties at the bakery would include taking care of the new out-of-towner all those years ago, though it wasn't like he went along with it quietly. Your boss at the time was adamant that the Bofurin boys deserved all the freebies the bakery could afford to give, and she never minded when you'd pop off to the back alley to administer first aid.

Nirei was the one who knew you were handy with a medical kit, but it was Suo who eventually tricked their first year captain into coming to you. Haruka was a lot pricklier back then, shying away from casual human contact like everyone was out to get him but diving into fights like nobody's business.

Luckily for you, in spite of his speed and reflexes, Haruka definitely wasn't used to girls who were willing to literally sit on him to force him to stay still for first aid. After enough times shoving freshly baked bread into his hands and making him into your first aid practice dummy, he started to show up outside the bakery's back door on his own, often looking like a disgruntled street cat.

Little by little, you learned which breads he preferred and you begged Kotoha to teach you how to make omurice the way Haruka liked it. Little by little, he stopped flinching away from your touch and even let you lean against him when you needed a short break from work or studying, propping your head up against his shoulder and staying still enough that sometimes you'd fall asleep.

Little by little, the two of you fell in love.

Haruka doesn't say anything as you finish smoothing the tape holding his new wrappings together, but he flips his hands to hold onto you as you rise from your knees. You smile. "Do you wanna get dinner at Cafe Pothos? Kotoha-chan might make fun of you, though."

"She'll make fun of me no matter what," he grumbles. You snicker as he ducks his head. From this angle, you can only see the pale white eyelashes of his left side pressing against his skin as he takes a deep breath. "Don'tcha need to finish your shift? I'll be outside."

"Aw, are you worried about me?"

"Shaddup" Haruka huffs. "As if I care."

You grin as he rises to his full height, still steadily avoiding eye contact as you squeeze his hands. After all these years, it's cute how flustered he still gets when you tease him. "Haruka-kun? You can let me go now."

"…Can't."

"Oh?" you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head to catch his eye. He scowls. "If you just loosen your fingers—"

"Sh-shut up." You watch patiently as your boyfriend takes a deep breath. It's quiet in this back office, though a wall is shared with the employee locker room and you can hear a few of your coworkers laughing and chatting indistinctly. The smell of rising dough and freshly baked bread permeates the room, cut through with the sharp tang of antiseptic cream.

Haruka's ears are still red. You catch a glimpse of them through his black and white hair and squeeze his hands again. So cute. "Haruka," you say.

"…What?"

You rise up on tiptoes to kiss him, holding onto his hands for balance as you rock forward. Haruka predictably freezes before making a rough sound and kissing you back, letting you take the lead as you lean into him. His heartbeat jumps beneath your lips as you move to kiss at the soft spot below his jaw, earning another strangled noise that makes you smile into his skin.

It's warm. You think maybe your own ears are red enough to match his, but you don't give him a chance to notice, pressing another quick kiss to his lips and disentangling yourself. "I've gotta get back to work. I'll see you in a bit, 'kay?"

You leave him in the back office, knowing he'll find his way to the alleyway behind the bakery to wait for you, as always. Your coworkers don't mention how long you were missing, but you take over the mopping and cleaning duties as a thank you anyway.

Haruka doesn't take your hand when you meet him after your shift, but he walks close enough that your shoulders brush with every step. The gentle ringing of the wind chimes strung up below the shopping district sign follows the two of you on your walk towards home.

"What should we have for dinner, since you don't wanna endure Kotoha's teasing?" you ask, grinning lopsidedly when Haruka snorts in response. The street lamps cast a glow along his black and white hair, haloing him in a light gold that pales in comparison to his golden eye.

He glances sideways at you as you pause at a crosswalk. You catch a flash of gold and blue before he faces forward again. "You're comin' over?"

"Yes, or else you'll eat instant noodles again and die of malnutrition," you say. The two of you step into the street, though he steps slightly ahead of you to make sure it's clear. "Unless you don't want me to."

"Let's have curry."

"Did you get ingredients for curry, mister?" you ask, bumping your shoulder into his arm teasingly. "Or will we need to stop by a konbini again for emergency supplies?"

"That was just one time," Haruka grumbles, but he glances back at you fondly as you laugh. "And I went shopping earlier, brat."

He lets you hold onto his sleeve as you enter his studio apartment and stays steady as you toe your shoes off in the genkan. The place is vastly improved from the first time you stepped foot in it all those years ago, when you were delivering food for a sick Haruka.

Gone are the creaky hinges and peeling paint — the walls are smooth and clean, the cabinet doors are all securely attached, and there are actual curtains hanging over the balcony doors. He still sleeps on a futon, but he also got a low table and cushions for guests after you complained about eating on top of cardboard boxes, and he got a dresser to store his clothing after you took him shopping so he'd stop wandering around town always wearing his high school uniform.

Making dinner is always fun, with Haruka, because even though he's grown and learned a lot, you still get to tease him about his bulk stack of instant noodle packages and he still turns bright red when you lean over the table to offer him a spoonful from your plate.

He's more relaxed here, more willing to close the gap between you when you reach out to him. It used to worry you in the beginning — would you always be the one to make the first move? Did he actually like you, or was he just going along with your flirting because he didn't know any better?

Then he does something like swiping his thumb along your lips and sticking the digit in his mouth, laughing at your surprised gasp and gathering up the dishes before you can form a coherent thought. He asks about your day and listens as you tell him about the cute little kid who came into the shop asking for curry bread because "that's Sakura-taicho's favorite, and I wanna be like him when I grow up!"

You bask happily in the furious blush that paints his skin, grinning to yourself as he stammers and jerks his face away.

"Did you get new towels?" you ask, handing him a soapy plate to rinse off. Your boyfriend takes it, huffing an amused snort when you yawn widely. It's nearing your bedtime, and your sated appetite is making you even sleepier.

"Yeah," Haruka says, "since you were complainin' last time that mine're scratchy."

"Oh, nice," you say, rinsing the suds off your hands and moving to stand behind him. You shove your face into his shoulder blades before he can move, wrapping your arms around his middle as he tenses beneath you. It's been ages since he was an active fighter defending the town, but you can still feel the power and strength of his densely packed muscles twitching under your hold. "Mm, I'm sleepy…"

"Gwah! What are ya, an octopus?!" Haruka sets the clean plate on the drying rack and settles his hands on top of yours, but he doesn't move you. He could easily overpower you, though you're hugging him pretty firmly, pressing your entire body up against his as you take a deep breath. "The hell're you doin'?"

"Hugging you," you say. Haruka's fingers tighten around your wrists, but he still doesn't move you.

"I got that, genius."

"I'm just recharging before I have to head home," you mumble into his shirt. You're saving both of you from embarrassment, here, hugging him from behind like this, so really he should be grateful that you're so considerate of his feelings.

"It's late."

"I know," you whine, squeezing him just a little bit harder. "I don't wanna think about it."

"You have a toothbrush here."

Oh. "I don't have clothes here."

"You can borrow mine." Haruka stiffens even more as your hands clench the front of his shirt. "I-It's not like I'm tryna get you to stay over! It's just that it's late and you've gotta get up e-early tomorrow! I'm not some kinda pervert!"

You giggle into his back and nuzzle your forehead into the strong muscle there as he finally relaxes. "I'd be kinda upset if you didn't think about it a little bit, Haruka-kun. I am your girlfriend, after all."

Haruka lets out a huge sigh and moves to brace his hands on the counter. "You can take a bath first. Lemme go heat up the water."

"Are you trying to be a gentleman again?"

"Wuh — what're you talkin' about? I already told you I'm not a pervert!"

You laugh. "Last time you went to heat up the water for me, you didn't come out for a solid twenty minutes. I thought you passed out in there."

"That was just — I was just —!" Haruka hangs his head and you press your cheek against his back. You can feel his heartbeat pounding in double time. "I was tryin' to calm down."

"You don't have to, y'know," you say softly, patting at his firm chest with a sigh. "I wanna do it too."

Haruka chokes on his spit. Or at least, you think that's what happens, because he lapses into a coughing fit and gently pushes you towards the bathroom with a red face. He refuses to answer your concerned questions, only shoving a pair of shorts and a t-shirt into your arms before shutting the bathroom door on your amused face.

You shower and bathe on your own, humming a nonsensical tune as you lather up with his shampoo and body wash. It's a minor miracle and mostly a testament to your relationship that he has amenities at all, the clean smelling soaps clearly picked out with a thought towards your possible use of them. It makes your heart stutter in your chest when you notice that he's stocked your favorite brand of lotion on the counter and even left a clean face towel and headband for you to use while washing your face, as if he knew you'd need them eventually.

His clothes are a little too big on you, but you cinch the waistband of his shorts and hope for the best as you step out of the bathroom. Haruka is sitting stiffly at the low table, glaring down at his phone as the screen lights up with texts.

"Is everything okay?" you ask.

Haruka looks up and freezes. You pause in the act of adjusting his shirt on your shoulders, blinking at your boyfriend as he seems to go through five stages of something before he turns a bright cherry red and slams his eyes shut. You snort.

"You've seen me naked before, Haruka-kun."

"S-shaddup! T-that's different!"

You get on your knees in front of him and cup his face in your hands. Haruka doesn't flinch, but he cracks open one stormy blue eye like he's worried about what he might see. You roll your eyes at him. "Are you good? Why do you look so pissed at your phone?"

"Oh," Haruka blinks and glances sideways at the offending item. His face is warm in your hands. "The guys found out you're staying over."

"Are they giving you advice on how to get laid again?" you ask, giggling. "I love you, but please don't listen to Umemiya-san. I promise I don't get turned on by plant based pickup lines."

"I'm gonna shower!" Haruka stands abruptly and shuffles past you, but he pauses at the door. "You can read it, if ya want. The chat thread."

You raise an eyebrow and pick up his phone as he shuts the bathroom door behind him. A generic wallpaper greets you as you swipe it open, but you notice a star emoji next to your name in his message history, which makes you smile.

The chat thread with Haruka's former classmates is at the top, filling with more unread notifications as you watch. Scrolling through, you grin to yourself as the boys send teasing and shy stickers, interspersed with their own complaints of struggling to find partners for themselves and throwaway comments about "that lucky bastard Sakura" snagging "the cutest girl on Tonbu street".

"What're ya laughin' at?" You blink as Haruka crouches in front of you, a towel hanging around his neck. He's shirtless, and you watch with interest as a gentle pink flush deepens and spreads along his skin. "Quit starin'!"

"Y-you're the one who came out shirtless," you squeak, setting his phone aside and reaching out for him. Haruka chews on his lip but lets you touch him. "That's so unfair!"

You trail your hands down his bare sides and smile as he tries to suppress a shiver. Then you reach for his hands. "The first aid kit is here," Haruka says, stretching out to grab it from its shelf. The movement puts his hard muscles on full display, though you have a feeling it's unintentional. Regardless, you can't quite tear your eyes away from his chest and stomach, watching as the muscles of his abs flex when he returns to his crouch.

"You're so stupidly hot," you mutter, accepting the kit and snapping it open. "I can't believe you just walk around looking like this."

"H-huh?" Haruka's eyes widen in surprise. You grab his hands to keep him from running away, but he stays still as you reapply ointment and bandages to his knuckles.

"I know you find it hard to believe, since people used to give you shit about your looks, but you are…" you pause and glance up at him, taking in his smooth skin, his beautiful gray blue and golden eyes, his fluffy black and white hair, "stupidly hot."

Your boyfriend sighs and places a hand on your hip. You set the first aid kit aside and grin up at his pleasantly pink face. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, please."

Haruka kisses you slowly, tentatively. It's a little precarious, leaning up as he crouches in front of you, so you drag him to the futon and pull him over you, tugging him close by the ends of his towel. "You're so warm," he mutters, shifting his weight on his elbows and doing his best to keep from crushing you.

You sigh into the next kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down, huffing a laugh when he grunts and smacks his hand against the floor in surprise. "You're so far from me, how can you even tell?" you tease.

"You're always warm," Haruka grumbles. He noses along your cheek, smiling against the smooth skin there as you giggle. "And soft."

"Are you callin' me weak?" you ask, tilting your head to kiss him again. He breaks the kiss with a pant, nipping at the exposed skin of your collar as your shirt shifts. "Ah — hey!"

Haruka groans, one of his hands going down to grip at the soft give of your waist, holding you still as he grinds down into the cradle of your thighs. You moan as his hard length drags against you, wiggling your hips into the friction as something pulses in your core. "I should've given you another shirt."

"A-another shirt? What's wrong with t-this one?" You gasp as he rolls his hips again, arching into the touch as his free hand slips beneath your borrowed shirt to brush against the swell of your chest. You grab at his shoulders and back, dragging your blunt nails along his skin as you pant. "I l-like this shirt!"

"I like it too," he admits, hiding his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His hand slides up to cup one of your tits, tugging and pinching as he sucks a bruise into your neck. "Y'look damn good in it."

You whine, throwing your head back as he shoves the shirt halfway up, snagging on the bottom of your breasts before he yanks it off of you entirely. He drapes himself back over you almost right away, kissing you breathless until you lick into his mouth to earn a strangled groan.

Haruka seems content to keep kissing you, and normally you wouldn't mind, but your borrowed shorts are getting uncomfortably damp and he keeps rolling his hips mindlessly and it's driving you a little insane.

"Haruka, touch me already," you plead. Your boyfriend pulls apart a few scant centimeters, two toned eyes scanning your face wildly until you grab one of his hands and shove it down your shorts. "O-oh, yes, please right there —!"

"Fuck," he bites out. "You're so wet."

"Haruka, you need to stretch me out," you say breathlessly, squirming as his fingers slide and press against the wetness along your lips. "Y-you're too big to go right away, you've gotta ngh —"

He dips one finger into your clenching pussy and freezes above you. It would be almost comical except for how much hotter it makes you, forcing you to buck into his hand as he pants. "S-stop squirmin' or I'll come in my fucking pants," Haruka grunts, forcing himself to begin fingering you in earnest.

He grits his teeth when you whine at another added finger, scissoring them immediately to hurry this up. He doesn't want to hurt you, but when you're laid out like this right in front of him, looking so pretty and perfect, it's taking everything he has not to rut into you like an animal.

"I'm ready, 'm ready," you breathe. You wrestle the two of you out of your bottoms and giggle when he sends one pair of shorts flying into the wall, but your attention is immediately drawn to the trail of black and white strands leading down to your boyfriend's cock. "Can I?"

"Fuck no," Haruka says, positioning himself between your legs again. "D'you want me to die?"

That makes you laugh. You reach out for him as he spreads your legs apart with rough fingers, his easy, overwhelming strength making something throb in your gut. Your sex life is actually pretty healthy, considering your respective jobs and commitments and Haruka's healing trauma. He's always been careful and attentive to your needs as you learned about desire together. It's not like you're deprived of it, or anything.

But when Haruka slowly pushes his way inside you, the muscles along his jaw ticking with restraint, the feeling of being filled by him makes something snap in your core and you cum with a breathless cry.

Haruka freezes immediately, hands slamming down on either side of your head as you clench and squeeze his cock unrelentingly. He barely manages a shallow thrust before he has to freeze again, hot breaths puffing on your face.

"Did you just…?"

"Uh huh."

"Does that always happen??"

"Your dick isn't magical, Haruka-kun," you giggle, looping your arms around his shoulders and wiggling your hips a little. "This isn't going to happen all the time, so don't get used to it."

"I wasn't sayin' that!"

Haruka pouts into your next kiss, but you lick into his mouth and manage to draw out a low groan and an aborted thrust. The ache in your gut hasn't lessened much. If anything, the pressure of his thick cock nestled inside you is making you tingle all over, and the way sweat starts to bead along his hairline makes you want to make him cry.

"You can move, please," you breathe, "you don't have to hold back."

"Don't wanna h-hurt you," Haruka grunts, pulling out slowly only to thrust back in with a force that makes your tits sway. He screws his two colored eyes shut, brows furrowing in concentration. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"You feel good, too," you sigh. "You can let go, I promise."

Haruka's next thrust makes you moan, and something in him seems to snap. He fucks you into the futon relentlessly, propping your ankles up on his shoulders, his dick hitting that spot inside that makes you see stars fuzzing along the edges of your vision. The angle presses your clit against his skin with every thrust, sending you quickly spiraling into another orgasm as you cry out his name.

"Hah, oh fuck I'm gonna —!"

Haruka groans a strangled garble of your name as he reaches his peak, thrusting into you deeply as his cock throbs and releases thick gobs of sticky cum inside you. He lets go of your legs immediately, pressing firmly into the muscles there to ease the strain of being stretched like that for so long, but he hides his face in your neck as the two of you catch your breath.

"Should I call in sick for work tomorrow?" you mutter absently, somewhat desperately grasping for some semblance of sanity. "I dunno if I'll be able to walk."

"Shit, did I hurt you?" Haruka asks, lifting his head and wincing at the pull of sweaty skin. He's glowing, bright and handsome above you, his hair damp with sweat. His two colored eyes are a little watery, his eyelashes sticking together in clumps with unshed tears from how hard he came. The sight makes something squirm in your gut.

You reach up to push his bangs out of his face and snicker as the strands stick up. "You didn't hurt me, you just fucked the strength out of my limbs. We'll need another shower."

Haruka blushes hotly, an impressive feat considering he's still solid and hard inside you. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm not hurt," you promise. You cradle his face in your hands and he leans into the touch. His hips roll slowly against you and he bites on his bottom lip as you gasp. "Haruka?"

"Maybe you should call in sick for work tomorrow."

"Seriously?"

Haruka nods, still blushing hard. "I swear I'm not a pervert, but you…"

You gape at him. "Are you calling me a pervert?"

"N-no!" You don't give him a chance to continue, leaning up to kiss him. You're both smiling when you pull away. "Who knew doing this stuff would feel better than fighting?"

You laugh out loud at that and flop back into the futon. "Are you seriously comparing the two things? Why're you thinking about fighting right now?"

"Can't help it," Haruka says, shrugging. "I could die when you make me feel so good. And fighting's what got me the cutest girl on Tonbu street."

— lap dances

various x fem!reader

synopsis ; you’re gonna run your poor boyfriend dry with the way you move your hips

includes : oikawa t., iwaizumi h., kuroo t., akaashi k., bokuto k., tendou s., kenma k., suga k., suna r., sakusa k., matsukawa i., nishinoya y., ushijima w., atsumu m., osamu m.

nsfw; 18+, aged up, lap dances, dry humping, mentions of choking, intoxication, some slight degrad, praise, slight voyeurism

I didn’t proofread I’ll do it in the morning

oikawa : promiscuous by nelly furtado

Oikawa clapped as you spin dramatically, whipping your hair every which way and mouthing the words to your song as if your life depended on it. Everything started innocent at first, but innocent isn’t a good look on Tooru. You jumped as he gripped your chin, making you look up at him as he sang some of the words back to you. Your hips began to sway as you pressed your body against his. “I want you on my team...” you whispered, letting yourself get lost in his chocolate irises, looking for any emotion you could get your hands on.

Neediness? Maybe he was desperate? What was it? Something clouded his vision and you soon realized it was lust. Your pussy throbbed in your shorts, hand trailing down his torso to grip his cock over his sweats. Your breathing became heavy as he pressed his forehead against yours. “So does everybody else.”

iwaizumi : desire by meg myers (the hucci remix is 10x better js)

Now that you think about it, maybe you like the attention. You like the feeling of Iwaizumi’s iPhone camera framed right on your dancing form, maybe the flash gives you an exhilarating boost of confidence. Whatever it is, it makes you stalk over to him like a slut, and he shudders as you run your hands up his abs underneath his shirt.

“Getting carried away there, precious girl,” he teased, admiring the view of your ass bouncing in the air as you felt up his muscles. He pats his lap gently, signalling that your throne was awaiting you, and you happily obliged. You caught Hajime off guard as you smoothed your cunt over his bulge, made him shake so hard that he almost dropped the camera recording your entire little game.

kuroo : shake ya ass by blackbear

The lights were bright in the club, enough fast turns and shakes could make anyone dizzy if they had the right amount of alcohol coursing through their system. That’s why Kuroo’s hands were rested securely on your waist, one sliding up and cupping your breast as the other wrapped around your inner thigh. You danced on him in a smiley haze, biting your lip as you felt him harden under you.

“Take me home?” You whimpered out as he stroked your pussy with a finger, shaky hand trailing down his neck, pulling him forward slightly by the collar to plant kisses along his cheek. He had never been so turned on in his life but fuck, you were pushing it. “Please Tetsu, I’m so horny, please take me home.” Within an instant, he had an Uber waiting for the two of you outside the exit doors.

akaashi : DHL by frank ocean

Akaashi’s gaze watched as your black, thin thigh highs rolled far down your thighs with every movement of your ass, his hand going to reach out just to slap the fabric against the skin. Yet, when you smacked his hand away gently, he felt his pants get tighter.

“Can’t touch, huh?” He breathed out, lips only a mere inch away from your plump glossed ones. Your breath mixed, one leg snaking around and sitting yourself promptly on his lap. You swallowed down a hiss as your lips connected, grinding down against his cock through his dress pants. You were bittersweet and he didn’t know how to deal with you sometimes but he didn’t mind surprises.

bokuto : bus it by blackbear

“You’re so good at that,” he couldn’t help but marvel at the way you moved your hips, his hands so big that they covered your ass cheeks entirely as he massaged the skin. You were a drug to him, only feeding into his addictive personality and getting him high while he watched you, center stage and spotlight on you.

The backseat of his car wasn’t the ideal place for a lap dance, it was so crammed but it only made the intimacy of your dance heavier. Your hands roamed through your hair and you swear, you could see the hearts forming in his eyes. Ko’s eyes rolled back as you swiped your clothes pussy over his cock repeatedly, the friction making him bite on his knuckle. God, he wanted to fuck you so bad.

tendou : muse by OCAD (yes I used this song in another post stfu)

You whimpered as Tendou yanked the leash connected to your collar forward, dragging your knees against the carpet as his eyes trained on your ass. You nuzzled his thigh, sticking your tongue out to lap at his cock over his boxers. “Dance for me, doll.”

It’s better to listen to his requests rather than disobey, so like a good little puppy, you rolled your body and ran your hands across your skin, smiling everytime he raked his red eyes up and down your form. ‘Satori’ flashed in red letters, studded right on top of the leather wrapped along your throat, and you felt your thighs squeeze when he licked his top row of teeth. There is nothing he loves more than watching his girl perform for him.

kenma : freak by lana del rey

Up and down. Up and down. Side to side, usually he’s quick with following movements like this, he’s a gamer after all. But fuck, when it’s your pretty ass in a dress way too short for you, his mind goes blank. Kenma’s stray locks of hair fall in front of his face, refusing to take his eyes off of your twerking figure.

But when you begin grinding on top of him, rubbing your pussy against his cock like it’s fun to you? So hard, it’s so hard to keep back the moans, the whimpers, all of the embarassing noises that he wants to avoid making. “S-slow down,” he murmurs, kissing your hand as you bring it up to stroke his cheek.

suga : trust by brent faiyaz

Your hips swayed side to side, and goddamn, he had to loosen his collar a bit at the sight of you moving with the rhythm. The other fellow third years sat in their respectful sides of what was supposed to be a sleepover and embarassment showed through your burning cheeks. A dare is a dare, right?

“Fuck,” you could just barely catch Suga’s comment, eyes straying slowly to the side from your seat on Daichi’s lap. His eyes were dark, focused on your ass as you rocked against his best friend’s hard-on. That coy smile will kill him, surely, and he gulped the hardest he ever has as you strut towards him.

suna : uber by arizona zervas

You thought you were slick when you dropped to your knees in front of Suna, in front of his spot on the bed of your hotel room. You thought you were sneakily sexy as your ass swayed with every crawl closer and closer to him, the bell on your neck ringing softly and skirt hiking up with your skirt. You thought you were clever, so fucking clever, snaking a hand up his thigh and palming his cock, eyes pretty and pleading as they met his slanted ones.

But no. Rintarou was always a step ahead of you, that’s why he wasted no time pinning you to the mattress, face down and ass up. You really thought he would sit through a lap dance, baby? Not when you’re so wet that your slick is dripping down your thigh, no, he’s gotta take care of you in his own harsh way.

sakusa : I like being by sybyr

You had expected Kiyoomi to stray away from your idea of a good time, but he was always good at putting up with your bullshit. Your ass pressed up against his groin and he warned you, he fucking warned you, that you’d get in trouble if you kept moving so carelessly. Of course, the threat only made you back your ass up on him more and he yanked you by the waist so that you were sitting nice and pretty on his lap.

“You think this is fucking funny?” He questioned, shoving a hand down your panties and not hesitating to rub your clit so fast that it almost felt like a personal attack. You shaked in his tight hold, although you figured he’d put you in your place for acting up. “Gonna be the death of me, filthy whore.”

matsukawa : jealou$y by the neighbourhood

“Shh,” the tip of your finger fell against his lips, his words suddenly only a forgotten memory as he watched your hands roam across your body, past your hardened nipples, down the chains connecting your bra to your panties. “Enjoy the show, yeah?”

A smirk graced his face, eyes hooded per usual, cheek resting in his palm while he watched his personal exotic dancer do her thing. He wouldn’t tell you, but he could tell you were begging to be touched as you shook your ass in his face, so he only gave you what you wanted.

nishinoya : wrong by MAX (ty kai my fav noya whore)

Getting drunk with Nishinoya was always a tossup between getting your shit rocked by the end of the night or simply just passing out with bottles in your hand. This night? This night, your playlist was booming through your shared apartment, this night you were shaking your ass and showing moves for your lovely boyfriend.

Anyone watching could see the sexual tension, could feel it even as you threw your ass back in front of him, bending over and moaning so slightly when he’d push your ass against him to feel his hard cock. Once you rose back up, he grabbed you by the throat, bringing you oh so close just to tell you how sexy you are. How he’s gonna fuck you so hard your pussy will be ruined, “wanna watch you shake that ass while you ride my cock.”

ushijima : buttons by the pussycat dolls

The last time Ushijima Wakatoshi felt this infatuated was when he met you for the first time, often comparable with his very first volleyball match. He can admit to himself that he doesn’t appreciate your body enough, and he can only clench his jaw as you strut to him with that pretty lingerie he bough you clad to your body. His eyes widened up just a little as he watched you drop to the floor, stopping just enough to strain the back of your legs and he resists the urge to bite his lip as you spread them wide open.

“You wanna touch me, don’t you Toshi?” You mumbled, eyes locking onto his, hand ghosting over your pussy. He nodded subconsciously, shifting ever so slightly in his seat, thinking of all of the ways he could get you to say his name. You giggled as he pulled you into his lap, jumping on the light slap he left on your thigh before letting him roll you onto your back.

atsumu : maria I’m drunk by travis scott

As much as you wanted control of the situation, Atsumu never failed to make you melt under his touch. Thick fingers gripped your hips, thumb stroking the sensitive skin as you backed your ass up against his hard dick. Kisses ran up and down your neck, slow and steady, unlike the fast pace of your grinding.

“Prettiest fuckin’ girl,” he bit your earlobe, chuckling as you arched your back against him. His t-shirt draped and pooled onto your thighs, proudly wearing the number 13. A hand running through your scalp caught your attention, eyes fluttering as he held your head in place so he could watch you drink the spit he dropped onto your tongue. “Sexy lil thing.”

osamu : re-up by anders

Heat rose to your face as you felt Osamu’s hands brush up past your breasts, soon finding purchase in their hold on your throat. Nothing could stop the feverish grind of your hips, you were desperate to be so close to him. If he were honest, he doesn’t think he’s seen anything hotter than his pretty baby dancing for him, all for him.

“You’re all mine, right?” He loosened his grip on your neck only by a little, his eyes rolling slightly back at your breathy ‘yes.’ He began moving against you, applying more pressure to his thrusts in hope of making you cum from dry humping alone. You started this game but after being Atsumu’s twin all his life, he couldn’t resist a challenge.

somno hours with atsushi

Atsushi spreading your legs while you're asleep, pushing your panties to the side, and lining his hard cock up with your hole. He lets a glob of spit fall from his lips down to your cunt, watching as it slowly slides down your hole and the way it flutters needily makes him hum softly. He presses your thumb against your clit and rubs small circles, listening to the whines that slip from your sleeping body. Then slowly he pushes in you and hisses softly feeling how tight you are around him. And he'd rock his hips slowly biting his lip so he doesn't moan too loudly, but he can't help the whines that slip out as he picks up the pace, happily using your hole while you sleep.

Though he's still very careful to be quiet as not to wake you, but the moment that he fucks deeper into you and cums he feels you stir and watches as your eyes open, they're glossy and slightly puffy as you looks up at him. "Atsu..?" You mutter softly. He smiles softly and brings his hand to your cheek, his eyes glint greedily taking in how cute and confused you look, "Go back to sleep baby, 'm just using my pretty little hole, nothing bad." His voice is soothing as he rubs small circles on your cheek watching as your eyes droop closed again. "Good girl.." He mutters softly and slowly starts rocking his hips again, listening to the sound of your sleepy moans again as he uses you til he’s satisfied.