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A little instruction

haiykuties:

So….a number of Sundays ago I submitted an ask talking about Kageyama getting sex tips from Oikawa, in that Oikawa was in the room while Kageyama and his girlfriend were having sex. I was anon for some reason so I don’t know if anyone remember it lol. 

Anyway, the idea stuck with me and wouldn’t leave and turned into this MASSIVE thing I’m presenting here. 

Warning for a bit of shaming (nothing overt but it’s there).

-Admin Jade @vball-baes-bball-babes

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“Can you repeat that? Wait, let me get my phone,” Oikawa says, smirk firmly in place.

Kageyama’s face flames brighter.“Oikawa-san, please!” He bows, body angled to a perfect 90 degrees.

The former setter of Seijoh stares at the top of his head, expression morphing to consternation. This scenario feels all too familiar to a random afternoon years ago when Tobio had no idea how to draw potential from his freakish middle blocker. He crosses his arms. “Why me?”

Kageyama stands upright, but is unable to meet his eyes to those of his former senpai. “I don’t…I don’t have anyone else to ask,” he admits.

“What? None of your precious crows knows how to-“

“It’s not that!” shouts the dark haired boy. Breathing hard, he finally meets his eyes to Oikawa’s. “They’re my friends…but I can’t ask them this.”

“So you trust me…over them…with this?”

Kageyama takes a deep breath. “You already look down on me. I…I have no more pride or dignity to lose with you. And if asking for help make things better with ____ , then I’ll do it.”

Oikawa’s mouth is open, ready to tell him he can take his pride and shoved it but the sound of her name snapped it shut. Of all the people in the world it has to be her. He stares hard at the blushing young man before him, mind reeling now that he’s revealed just who he’s seeking intimate advice for.

Then a slow, devious smile curls over Oikawa’s lips, his shoulders relaxing.

All of it puts Kageyama on edge.

Just as he’s about to tell him “never mind” Oikawa says, “Fine, I’ll help you out.” Kageyama opens his mouth to thank him only the words get stuck in his throat when he continues with, “But I’m not going to just tell you. I’m going to be there, giving you instruction.”

Kageyama’s mouth opens and closes, words jumbling in his brain. He wants to scream, tell Oikawa to go to hell but he stands silent in shock. “Meet me here,” the brunette says tucking a card in Kageyama’s shirt pocket. “It’s discrete. Be there Friday at 7:00. Don’t be late. Oh and Tobio-chan,” Oikawa looks over his shoulder, “make sure to wear something pretty.”

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks squeezing Kageyama’s hand.

He nods once roughly, keeping his eyes forward, forcing one foot in front of the other. If he stops now, he won’t make it. But a tug on his hand brings his attention down to her face which shows concern. “We can think of something else Tobio,” she insists.

“We’ve tried everything else, I just, I need help and he’s always been the best at everything so it shouldn’t be any different with this.”

They stand staring at each other on the sidewalk in a part of town neither has ever been to. She takes a deep breath. “Tobio, this…this isn’t like volleyball. It isn’t clinical, or simple or straightforward. It’s sex.” He blushes but she pushes on, “If we do this…there’s no telling the ramifications.”

Kageyama inhales through his nose, dropping his chin to his chest. “I…I want to make you feel good. Oikawa can help me do that.” He sounds a whole lot more confident than he feels.

He starts to walk once more but she pulls him back. “Tobio, there’s something I haven’t told you,” she begins, eyes falling to the ground. Swallowing, she goes on, “I…I know Oikawa, we…we were friends at Seijoh.” His hand tightens around hers. “I’m sorry,” she says, looking up at his face, “I really didn’t think you’d go through with this so…when you told me about it I just…are you ok with this? With knowing he and I aren’t strangers? That we have history?”

“What kind of history?” Kageyama’s voice is harsh, his irritation evident.

She shakes her head. “Not the kind you’re thinking.” It isn’t fully a lie, more like a partial truth. Back then, she’d harbored a fierce crush on the setter but never professed her affection, knowing it would be wasted since Oikawa so was dedicated to volleyball. She’d settled for friendship, happy to be one step closer to him than his fangirls.

As the silence between them drags on, she shifts her feet, now unsure of what she wants to happen. She cares about Tobio, may even love him, but their bedroom life is struggling and she doesn’t know how to help him.

Finally, he speaks. “I’m fine with it if you are.”

She nods, falling back into step with him.

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At the hotel, Oikawa looks about the room mentally checking off his list.

Condoms? Check. Lube? Check. Sake? Check.

He thought about bringing music but figured it would be too distracting. Pulling the armchair to a more central alignment with the bed he nods satisfaction. Tonight, he thinks, should be interesting if nothing else. That is, if they actually show up. No sooner does he think this last than there is a tentative knock at the door. Oikawa opens it, eyes bright and smile perfect as he looks her straight in the eye. “It’s good to see you, ______-chan.”

It’s his last year, his last chance to make it to Nationals. His last chance to prove that hard work can overcome raw power or genius talent.

It’s his last year to be honest with her.

Walking purposefully, Oikawa is about to round the corner when her voice coupled with Iwaizumi’s gives him pause.

“What about Oikawa-san?” she asks, shutting her locker.

“What do you mean? You like him, right?” Irritation laces Iwaizumi’s tone. “You really should tell him.”

Oikawa thinks his heart is going to leap right out of his chest but her giggled response covers it in ice. “What are you talking about? Oikawa-san and I are just friends, Iwaizumi-san.”

The setter turns tail and swiftly walks away, not seeing the tears held fast in her eyes, the strain of her smile, the quiver of her arms as they hold tightly to her books.

The next day they lose to Karasuno.

She’s even more beautiful than he remembers, the passing years having done wonders at maturing her from girl to woman. This was one of the stupidest impulsive decisions he’s ever made but there’s no way in hell he’s backing down now. He doesn’t care if he has to watch her with another man, Tobio of all of people too, he just wants to.

“So, how do we do this?” Kageyama asks breaking in upon his thoughts.

“First, drinks are in order,” Oikawa says turning to the mini fridge. “You need to loosen up or this is going to be a waste of time.”

“I’m not getting drunk,” Kageyama insists.

“I never said get drunk, Tobio-chan. This will help you and her relax, lower your inhibitions a little so we might actually get somewhere with all this.” He fills three shot glasses with sake, the best he could find. Handing the couple their portion he lifts his own. “Bottoms up, or maybe we’ll save that for another time.”

Kageyama almost chokes on the burning liquid, but ______ is able to get it down no problem, stifling her laughter at Oikawa’s innuendo. He smiles, refilling their glasses and they all drink again.

After a third shot, _____ holds up her hand. “That’s it for me, anymore and I’ll just fall asleep,” she giggles, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. It takes all of Oikawa’s self control not to caress one with his palm.  He sets the bottle back in the fridge before looking back at the couple who stand a bit awkwardly next to each other.

He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol but Oikawa feels something akin to concern looking at Tobio’s face. The guy is clearly uncomfortable, hands clenching and unclenching, eyes staring at the wall. _______’s face is no better, her smile falling away. “Sheesh you two, no wonder you have trouble in the bedroom,” he says drawing both their attention to him. “It doesn’t even seem as though you like each other.”

“It’s not like this is easy,” snaps Kageyama. “Have you ever tried having sex in front of someone else?”

Oikawa’s smile gives them both pause. “There’s a reason you came to me, right Tobio-chan?”

Unwilling to consider that line of thinking further, Kageyama huffs, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Just, can we please get this over with?”

“And that right there is part of the problem,” Oikawa remarks pointing at him. “Is that how you approach this? With an attitude of just getting it over with?”

Kageyama shrugs. “No, I just…I don’t know what to do and so doing anything feels…awkward.”

Sighing, Oikawa steps closer, considering his next move. After a moment he looks at _____. “Is he a good kisser?”

“Eh? What kind of ques-” Kageyama sputters.

“He’s…descent,” admits ________.

“OK,  we’ll start there,” their tutor advises. “Tobio-chan, slide back and lie down. ______-chan climb on top of him.”

They get into position, movements a little stiff but once Kageyama has his hands on her waist and looks in her eyes, he momentarily forgets anyone else is even there. Pulling her towards him, he pecks her lips gently. His own are a bit chapped but the feel of them against hers makes her smile.

“Part your lips and suck on her bottom lip, Tobio-chan. Don’t be afraid to touch her, you want to get her going and stimulation is the way to do it,” Oikawa says.

Kageyama does as instructed, taking her bottom lip between his own and sucking lightly.

“Add tongue, wet her up a bit.”

He does so, closing his eyes to focus on making her feel good. His hands wrap into her hair, tugging lightly. “Do what feels right, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa says, voice seeming a little more strained.

So he does, pulling away from her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw, settling on her neck where he sucks the skin lightly.

“Tobio,” she pants, hips grinding down against his. His cock responds immediately to the subtle friction and suddenly he feels too hot, his clothes itching.

“Graduated already,” Oikawa hums. His voice seems both near and far to Kageyama’s lust and slightly alcohol fuzzed brain. “Take off your clothes, I think things are gonna progress quickly.”

_______ leans up, pulling her dress off in one fluid motion. Her hands reach behind to undo the clasp of her bra, the lacey garment falling to the floor. From his position, Oikawa can only see her back but the sight of her unblemished skin makes his mouth water. He wants to kiss every inch of it. He feels a tightening in his groin, pants becoming uncomfortable watching ______ disrobe Kageyama.

Soon they’re both fully naked, kissing passionately, making him wonder if perhaps Tobio isn’t more of an exhibitionist than he thinks. If he was decent at kissing when they first arrived, something has changed to turn him pro because she’s moaning and writhing against him like his kiss is all she needs.

But Oikawa knows better, watching the shift of her hips, the wetness growing between her thighs. He licks his own lips, desire screaming to launch himself across the room and take a taste but he can’t.

“Get’er on her back, Tobio-chan, she needs…she needs your mouth elsewhere,” Oikawa says, voice strained with the weight of his own arousal.

Kageyama is past the point of care in regards to Oikawa watching. He needs this, needs help knowing what to do and when, so he pushes all thought of awkward embarrassment out of his mind, shifting both their bodies to hover over her.

“Now, spread her open a bit with your fingers,” Oikawa says, unbuttoning his pants. He has to get some relief, at least from the pressure of his cock.

Kageyama leans to the side and the vision of her perfect pussy literally spread out before him nearly has Oikawa groaning in pain and longing. “Like this?” he asks, chest heaving.

“Yeah,” rasps Oikawa, not bothering to hide the fact his pants are undone. “Get down there and suck on her lips. Pay a bit of attention to both sides before diving in.”

Kageyama nods, re-positioning between her legs. The view is less pleasant now with Tobio’s ass in the air and his cock and balls hanging down so Oikawa shifts the chair to the side of the bed.

“_______-chan, lower your left leg so I can see what he’s doing,” he orders. She does as told just as Kageyama takes the left lip into his mouth. Her own falls open, a breathless sigh emitting of his name. He sucks a bit firmer, trying to watch her expression. “Focus on her sounds, Tobio-chan, trying to watch her face at that angle will strain your neck before you can give her the grand finale and we don’t want that, do we?” Oikawa says, hand slicking his precum over his staff.

Kageyama closes his eyes, giving all his attention to the task of getting his girlfriend off. He’s never made it this far, always chickening out but somehow having Oikawa’s simple instructions is helping more than he ever believed possible. His tongue rolls over her clit and she bucks.

“Did I do something wrong?” he gasps, face covered in her juices.

“No! No, you…you’re doing great,” she insists. “Please, keep…keep licking me there.”

He nods, lower his head back to his position.

Oikawa pipes up, “Use the flat of your tongue. Start from the bottom of her slit and trail all the way up. Stop at that nub and suck then swirl around it.”

Following his directions exactly, Kageyama feels his cheeks twitch with the want to grin when her voice keens his name, high and loud. He repeats the action then focuses solely on her clit, rolling over and over it.

Oikawa watches as her hands trail up to her breasts, pinching her nipples. He wishes he could suck them, bite them, mark her them with his teeth. He’s fisting his cock now, pumping up and down in awkward rhythm but he needs some friction. The next cry out of her mouth signals Tobio’s reached his goal; he made her come.

Taking in a long breath, her head falls to the side, eyes landing on Oikawa. His head is thrown back, mouth open and hand sliding up and down his cock. Her eyes widen; he’s gorgeous. Pantless with only his shirt on he’s still one of the most beautiful things she’s ever seen. Looking down at Tobio she crooks her finger indicating he come closer. He wipes his mouth as he moves, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Was that good?” he asks lowly in her ear.

“Yes, Tobio, you were so, so good,” she assures, kissing him deeply. Tugging his head down further she whispers something in his ear.

He bolts up, scowl fixed on his face. “Wha…why?”

She nods towards the other male. “He…he’s helped us so much in so little time. It…please?”

Kageyama looks at Oikawa, uncomfortable to watch him stroking himself so earnestly but finally he nods.

Oikawa’s lost in his own fantasy, ______-chan’s lips around him, moaning on his cock. The feel of wet and heat surprises him and he nearly chokes when the vision in his head becomes reality as he looks down.

There’s ______-chan, his dick disappearing into her mouth as she bobs up and down.

Behind her, kneels Tobio, his cock sliding in and out of her, hands gripping her hips tightly, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Wha…what are you doing, _____-chan?” Oikawa asks breathless.

She pops off long enough to say around a moan as Tobio thrusts forward again, “It’s a thank you for your help. You…you looked like you could use some help of your own.” Her cheeks flame red. “But if you don’t want me to-”

“I want you to,” he rasps, yanking off his shirt before gentling guiding her back between his legs. “Fuck yeah I want you to.”

She smiles then takes him in again, the moans she gives from Tobio’s fucking her adding to the pleasure.

“Shit, ______-chan, you’re so good with your mouth,” Oikawa compliments, unable to keep his eyes from moving to Kageyama’s face with a proud smirk upon his lips. 

The man behind her looks down, refusing to watch, refusing to acknowledge the sight of his girlfriend giving head to another guy is so fucking hot he’s sure he’ll come within seconds if he keeps his eyes on them.

Oikawa’s moans grow louder, his hand carding through her hair.

“Gather this up for her, Tobio-chan,” he insists. He’s not going to let a little thing like getting the best blow job of his life get in the way of being an amazing teacher. Kageyama gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“Pull it, I think she likes it a little rougher than you believe,” Oikawa remarks.

Kageyama hesitates but when he feels her inner walls squeeze him he knows Oikawa’s right.

He slams into her harder, tugging her hair hard enough that she loses focus, Oikawa’s dick popping out of her mouth as she gasps, “Tobio!”

“See?” ______-chan’s a bit of a slut, isn’t she?”

“Hey, don’t-” Kageyama snaps.

“Yes, Oikawa-san,” her voice chokes out.

Oikawa leans forward, slanting his mouth over her own, his tongue coiling around hers expertly. His hands reach forward, tweaking her nipples and she squeals. Pulling away momentarily, he barks, “Talk dirty to her Tobio, she wants it. She wants you to make her your whore.”

Kageyama grits his teeth, rasping, “Is that true, ______?” He smacks her ass startling both her and Oikawa with his bold action. “You want to be my whore? Are you a slut for cock?”

Smack.

“Is that why you couldn’t get off with me?”

Smack.

“You needed more cock? You needed to be humiliated? You needed to be put in your place?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Fuck, Tobio,” Oikawa whispers, completely shocked at his change in demeanor.

Kageyama’s piercing gaze has his heart shuddering. Looking away, he slides out of _______, grabbing her by the throat and tugging her to his chest. “Answer me, or you get no more,” he hisses, biting her ear.

“Yes! Yes, Tobio! Yes, Tooru! I’m your whore, I’m your slut. Fuck me! Wreck me, please!”

Oikawa nearly comes when she says his name. Gone are any inhibitions or thoughts of right and wrong. Gone is hesitation or wasting time.

Oikawa grunts, “Get on your back, Tobio. It’s time to fuck the hell out of her.”

Kageyama shifts, laying back and sinking her onto him once more. Her voice rings out his name, followed by Oikawa’s when his tongue presses against her asshole. He grabs handfuls of her cheeks, teasing and licking up and down her slit while Tobio thrusts up fucking her. It’s a bit awkward, the motion making it difficult for Oikawa to stay where he wants.

“Have you taken cock in the ass before?” he pants in her ear. She nods. “Do you want my cock in your ass while Tobio-chan fucks your pussy?” Another nod, more rapid. “What a good little slut,” he cooes, slicking up his dick with lube. He does the same for his fingers, pressing slowly into her ass.

“Tooru,” she cries and Kageyama slams up again.

“Hold still a moment, Tobio-chan, I don’t want to hurt her.”

The bottom male halts his movements, unable to keep himself from watching as Oikawa presses his dick fully into her ass. He leans up on his knees, trying an experimental thrust that has her wailing.

“Lay on top of him,” Oikawa instructs and she does, pressing her breasts to Kageyama’s chest, his hands sliding to her back.

Oikawa’s arms strain and his knee’s screaming at him but he holds position. “Ok, I’m going to start fucking her and I’m pretty sure my motion will drive her down. _____-chan, you’ll probably have to push up on your own, are you ok with that?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good.” He slams forward and down, all three of them moaning loudly at the sensations rolling through their blood.

“Fuck, Oikawa,” Kageyama groans and Oikawa chooses to ignore how hot he sounds right now.

He pulls up, drawing his cock slowly back then slams forward again.

“Tooru, yes, please…hard…fuck me hard!”

He obliges, pistoning into her at a faster pace, the motion of his fucking applying stimulation to Kageyama’s cock buried deep in her heat.

Oikawa kisses her back as Kageyama’s mouth devours her cries. The air surrounding them becomes thick with the scent of sex, their breathing and garbled incoherent words filling what little space remains between them.

Oikawa can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe he’s fucking ______ after so many years of wanting her. He doesn’t care that he’s in her ass, doesn’t care that another man’s cock is fucking her, all he cares about is he’s here, with her, like this.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Kageyama announces.

“Me…me too,” Oikawa admits.

Reaching between their bodies, Oikawa rubs _______’s clit roughly. “Come on, baby,” he growls, latching teeth to her skin. “Come with us, come with your kings!”

“Tobio! Tooru!” she shouts to the ceiling, coming so hard she squeezes both their orgasms out of them.

Oikawa collapses, the three of their bodies becoming a sweaty, sticky mass of limbs and sex satisfied nerves. Slowly he pulls out, drawing her back with him. Both he and Kageyama remove their condoms, throwing them into the waste basket by the bed. _______ snuggles into Kageyama’s chest, eyes already heavy with sleep. As Oikawa goes to move away, her fingers around his wrist make him stop.

“Lay down, Tooru,” she says, not opening her eyes. “It’s too late for you to leave now.”

Glancing at Kageyama, he shrugs his shoulders, nestling down to spoon up to her back. He’s asleep just as fast her.

Staring at the ceiling, Kageyama isn’t sure what to make of what just happened. Shifting his eyes to her then Oikawa, he takes a deep breath.

All he does know, is nothing will ever be the same…for any of them.  

I do remember this!! After reading this, I’m pretty sure my soul left my body. As always, Jade comes in clutch for Sinful Sunday. You’re always much appreciated! 😩

-Admin Lana

Contribution piece

Ace in the streets and in the sheets

haiykuties:

In response to the request for the night before on that adorable drabble Admin Jen made, here you go! –  Admin Jade @vball-baes-bball-babes

“Shouyou,” you whimpered, squeezing his biceps as his teeth nipped the flesh of your neck sending tingles all the way to your toes. He moaned incoherently back, mouth preoccupied with marking up your skin. His hands trailed down your sides, tickling as much as turning you on making you squirm in his hold.

“Be patient angel,” he whispered in your ear, “I’ll make it worth your while, you know.”

Another shudder racked your body and you squeezed tighter, fingernails leaving indentations. He pushed you hard up against the wall before easily hefting you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your hands moved to wind around his neck, head tipping to give him further access.

“You always taste so good,” he said, tongue running up from your clavicle to just behind your ear before he latched his teeth to your lobe and tugged.

“Shouyou,” you whined, wiggling against his firm trunk, half hooded eyes meeting his own fire filled ones. You loved when he got like this, all dominate and sexy and confident. “I need my ace,” you begged, biting your lower lip.

That did it.

With a grunt of approval, Hinata gathered you close and raced to his room, slamming the door with his foot and all but launching you onto the bed where you landed with a startled squeak. Your surprise melted into utter want once more as he whipped off this uniform shirt revealing his tight toned abs and sculpted chest. But damn had he filled out this year! You knew he’d been hitting the gym even more, having apparently convince Iwaizumi-san to personally train him, but you could still be surprised by his physic.

The “little giant” wasn’t so little anymore.

The feel of hands under your skirt made you jump, Shouyou chuckling as he easily tugged them along with your panties off, throwing them across the room. “Seems someone’s distracted,” he teased, a glint in his eye. “What do to,” he considered, tapping his chin with his index finger.

“To be fair, it was you distracting me Shouyou. Sometimes I forget how hot you are,” you confessed, licking your lips.

He followed the action of your tongue, diving forward to push your back to the bed and hovered over you before diving in to capture your lips, his own tongue sweeping in to tango with yours. You moaned in tandem, the vibration of the noise sending pleasurable ripples through both your spines. Hinata moved to your neck again, attacking it with renewed vigor.

You ran your fingers through his bright orange hair, curling pieces between them and tugging him back to your lips. He groaned loudly, kissing you until you were both breathless. Eager hands, weathered by time and experience, easily popped your blouse buttons from their holdings, revealing more of your skin to his touch. Hinata slid his hand from your waist to one breast, squeezing gently and you arched into the touch, sighing, “Shouyou.”

“I love how my name sounds in that tone,” he admitted, smug smile firmly in place. You wondered idly if he wasn’t spending more time by proxy with Oikawa-san given smoldering look on his face. Further consideration of such a possibility catapulted from your mind as Hinata latched his lips onto your still clothed nipple. He bit firmly but not too hard sending your hips bucking up against him, the evidence of his arousal plain to feel through his trousers.

“Shouyou, take off your pants,” you ordered. He got off you, swiftly removing the offending garment but before he could make his way back over you, you were on your knees in front of him, opening your mouth and sucking all of him in to the hilt.

He gasped, grabbing your head rather roughly to keep from falling over but you played through the pain, moaning around his dick and his knees almost buckled.

Popping off, you looked up at him, watching his chest rise and fall as his eyes met yours. “You look so good like this Shouyou, all worked up and wanting,” you said, tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his cock. His head fell back, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. You trailed your tongue from base to tip before grabbing him around the lower half of his shaft, pumping lightly, your lips and teeth teasing the head.

“Fuck, ______, that feels so good,” he groaned, hand carding through your hair more gingerly.

You wrapped one hand around to his back, squeezing his buttocks which made him twitch. You kept up the multiple points of stimulation for a bit, mouth on his tip, one hand gripping his shaft while the other massaged one butt cheek then the other.

You gasped in surprise when he suddenly wrenched away from you. Your concerned filled eyes grew wide as you looked up at him. He was breathless, a bead of sweat rolling down from his temple to his neck. Your eyes followed as it trailed the edge of one pec and leaned up to capture it with your tongue on his stomach.

“Come’er,” he rasped, hefting you up and falling into a seated position on the edge of the bed. In one motion, he pulled you down while thrusting up, sinking his enflamed cock deep into your body. He choked, gasping for breath. “God, _______, you’re so wet! I didn’t know you liked giving me head so much, I’d have asked for it more.”

“I love pleasing my ace,” you crooned back, lips latching onto his shoulder.

He tightened his hold, strong legs continuing to propel his dick up into you making you cry out. He leaned you back far enough to reach between your bodies, fingers easily sliding against your clit and you shrieked, “Yes! Yes, Shouyou, oh fuck, right there! You’re so good, you’re so good, you’re so…” the rest of your mantra was cut off by a long loud cry of pleasure as you came.

Hinata followed after you, coming so hard he saw stars.

Exhausted, he flopped onto his back, your heaving chests slamming together.

“I love you,” he panted.

“I love you, too Shouyou.”  

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-Admin Jen

Contribution piece

A God Among Us – Iwaizumi Hajime as Mars

haiykuties:

Alright, here it is! Roman God AU for Iwaizumi! I’m sorry it took so long, I’ve been super tired all day and I wanted to get this right. I hope my terminology isn’t too “ye olde England”. I couldn’t find anywhere what the proper terms were for some things so I hope it’s still enjoyed! – Admin Jade

*Warning for violence in the beginning because gladiatorial fights*

The roar of the crowd would be deafening if Iwaizumi paid it any mind but his focus is one hundred percent on his opponents; they don’t stand a chance. To his left are two of them, to his right one but judging by his blood loss thus far, he maybe has one swing left in him and it won’t be a good one. Around him lie the strewn bodies of fallen warriors, their weapons caked with mud born of blood. Shifting his gaze, Iwaizumi sees his advantage. In seemingly effortless movement, he rushes the temporary alliance, bellowing out a cry that momentarily freezes them, their shields rising just as he knew they would for his feet to land upon providing a launching pad to jump over them.

Before they realize what’s happened, he’s landed behind them, sword slicing cleaning through both their backs in one slash.

Blood erupts as if from a fountain, pulling gasps of amazement and cries of excitement from the spectators. The men fall to their knees, gasping for breath despite the damage to their lungs. Mercifully, Iwaizumi pulls two daggers from nearby bodies and plunges them into their backs straight through their hearts ending the torture of drowning in their own blood.

Ahead of him, he can see the last who remains an obstacle to his absolute victory. It’s true, he hasn’t killed all who lay fallen, but the point stands that he could have. His eyes are hard, determination resolute, he will not lose. As he steps forward, the man falls to his knees, perhaps to beg for mercy, perhaps because of fatigue. Iwaizumi will never know for he gives him no opportunity to disgrace himself as he wrenches from his latest kills one of the daggers and projects it perfectly into the man’s chest.

A look of awe comes over his face, followed by one of peace, almost a smile as he dies, the message clear in the language of the warrior, “Thank you.”

It’s pandemonium in the coliseum, both cheers and jeers being tossed upon his shoulders but Iwaizumi ignores it all. His eyes meet those of emperor Oikawa, the brown-haired male sitting idly with crossed legs, head leaned upon his fist, a small smile upon his lips.

Once again, his champion, has proven victorious.

It’s late, the tavern practically empty save for those staying in the rooms upstairs who’ve decided to have one last drink. The bathhouse attendant turned barmaid for the evening is exhausted, wiping sweat from her brow. Today had been a madhouse, people coming in from all around to witness the gladiatorial battles. For them, it meant a day in the hot sun which for her meant an evening of thirsty patrons whom she had need to serve in addition to her bathhouse duties since their regular maid was sick.

Sighing, she scrubs the sink, eager for her bed when a dull murmur draws her attention behind her. Turning, she gasps. Just inside the doorway stands a man covered in blood.  

She rushes forward, hands outstretched. “Oh my goodness, are you ok? Do you need help?” Her voice is shrill, nerves plain but when he looks at her she stops dead in her tracks.

“The only thing I need is a drink,” he replies gruffly, absentmindedly wiping some of the mess from his face with the towel he wrenches from her hand.

It’s then she realizes; none of the blood is his. And that observation brings about the realization that he is one of the gladiators. The only remaining one of the day. A shiver shakes her spine, eyes wide and teeth almost chattering. She’s frozen in shock, unprepared to be standing in front of a person of such…power.

“So, are you the barmaid or what?” His question snaps her back to attention.

“Yes! Sorry, um, please….ah….”her voice is shaking, and he cocks an eyebrow.

“I’m not going to kill you, you know,” he grunts.

“What? Oh, right, yes, thank you, I mean, not…oh geez.” Could she be any more awkward? Taking a deep breath, she hurries to the bar, quickly pouring him a drink and bringing it back. He downs in one go, handing the mug back to her then turns to leave. “Wait! Um, would you…would you like to partake of the bathhouse?” He turns, sharp eyes fixed on her face and sweat erupts on her neck. “It’s traditionary for our humble tavern to offer our services to the winner of the games, if you would be so pleased to use them. I’ll prepare your bath right away, please, have a seat and enjoy another drink!”

Before Iwaizumi can protest, she’s served another glass to him and rushes from the room. His body settles into a chair as he gathers the glass and drinks again. Sometimes he wonders at himself, why does he feel this need to enter the mortal realm from time to time? Is it merely to remind himself of his godhood? No, it isn’t that. More often than not, it is to remind himself about who worships him, who gives him thanks for good crops and favorable outcomes in war.

And to meet women who are beautiful in their imperfections. Such as the one rushing back in to lead him to the bathhouse, the largest they have onsite for his personal use tonight. It’s almost as though she knows, he is no mere mortal. He heard that phrase tossed about him like a swarm of flies today, a tiny part of him feeling slightly guilty that his opponents quite literally stood no chance of winning.

But he pushes away the feeling, cursing the minimal amount of humanity that manifests when he takes human form. They were weak soldiers who’d abandoned their ranks, tried for treason, brought for judgement. And who better to judge those whose lives were dedicated to war, if not the god of war himself?

“Here you are, I hope it is to your liking.” Her voice breaks into his thoughts and he casts his eyes past her form to the large bath. Steam rises and curls against the coolness of the night air seeping in through slots in the walls, but overall the room is warm and inviting. Candles line the perimeter, their glow bouncing off the white stone encasing the pool.

“I’ll bring you some food, I’m sure you’re quite hungry,” she offers and when he does not protest she leaves to retrieve fruit, nuts and bread, hoping against hope to find some sort of meat that isn’t too dry.

Iwaizumi stretches before setting down his weapon near the edge of the pool. God of war or not, it would not do well to be found ill prepared.

As she rushes back, the maid takes another deep breath. This male, he’s so…visceral! It’s as though he emits an aura of power unfelt by her from any other man she’s ever met. And he’s so handsome! Even covered in blood, she couldn’t help appreciating the strong line of his jaw, the sharp focus of his gaze, the-

She almost drops her burden upon entry to the bath. He’s stripped completely bare, readying himself to enter the water. Her throat constricts as her eyes drink in the ripple of muscles highlighted by the dancing flames surrounding them, his skin bronze and somehow smooth looking despite the caked-on dust, mud and blood. His foot breaks the tension of the water, a slight hiss emitting due to its heat. Blinking rapidly, with cheeks flushed crimson, she wonders if it’s too late to back out, to allow him privacy (worthless as it is given the clarity of the water) and come back in once she knows he’s ensconced in the water.

“If you’re going to stare, could you at least bring the food? I am rather hungry,” he drawls, looking over his shoulder at her as he descends fully into the bath.

“I…I…I’m sorry! Sir, forgive me for my disrespect, I-“

“Don’t fret about trivial issues. Besides, a man would be a fool to refuse the admiration of a lovely woman,” he interjects scrubbing himself quickly, eager to lose the stench of death from his skin. She must be dreaming because he’s smiling. Faintly, but still, his lips are tilted up just enough to make it present.

“Thank you,” she breathes, finally finding strength to step closer to the edge. Placing down the tray, she makes way to leave but his voice stills her once more.

“Perhaps, if you are not too busy, you wouldn’t mind assisting me to eat?”

Heart slamming against her ribcage, the maiden turns, eyes wide. “You…you wish me to stay?”

“Well, I can’t very well partake of the food with hands wet by essence filled water and dirtied by cleaning,” he chides. His tone may still be teasing, but the look in his eyes dares her to deny his wishes. This, she knows, is not part of her job, but she’s unsure if she could properly refuse. More so, she realizes, she doesn’t want to. Perhaps his aura is not just of a fighter against flesh and blood, perhaps he’s…possibly…seducing her? Does she dare to hope that someone so perfectly built, so handsome he’s almost beautiful would want her? He did call her lovely just a moment ago and-

“You have a habit of getting lost in your own mind, don’t you?” he asks, leaning against crossed arms on the edge of the pool. The oils have done their job, clumping the muck to the surface where the drains around the edges suck it down, leaving the pool gleaming once more, all evidence of his endeavors for the day washed away.

His proximity startles her, making her lose her footing. With a squeal, she trips over the long edge of her chiton, toppling backwards into the water sending waves rippling to the pools edges. As she rises, gasping for breath, it’s Iwaizumi’s turn to lose his.

The sheerness of her drenched gown leaves little to the imagination, the material clinging to pert nipples, breasts fully encased by the material clinging to her. He thought her pretty before, a nice face with good features, her hair, now ruined, formerly styled in a popular fashion for the day. But somehow, vulnerable, he thinks her ravishing.

Mortified for her blunder, the maid struggles to stand, apologies pouring from her lips. Strong hands upon her shoulders still the words on her tongue, her eyes locking with Iwaizumi’s. Oh gods, he’s naked! He’s naked and touching her while she is nearly the same thanks to the flimsiness of her attire. Her hands clutch his biceps, fingers kneading unconsciously against the taut muscles found beneath her pads and she gulps.

Iwaizumi knows what he wants, knows what he can take, but he waits, his gaze boring into hers. In what feels like forever and a moment at the same time, she leans ever so slightly into his hold and he takes it as his opening. One hand shoots behind her head, drawing her into a deep kiss. She moans against the feel of his tongue dancing with hers, sending fire raging through his body to his cock, firming him fully in an instant. He wastes no time, effortlessly tearing her garment and flinging it away.

Her mouth falls open in a cry as his lips descend to her neck, hands roaming from her waist to cup her breasts, thumbs tracing slow circles against her nipples. She gasps, hips bucking up though the movement is slower thanks to the water. Iwaizumi slides his hands around to her back, kneading her flesh as hers do the same to his arms, the feel of his strong shoulders making her knees weak.

“You…your arms,” she pants, “your arms are, so…amazing.”

He grins against her skin, nipping her shoulder. “Thank you, maiden,” he whispers against her ear. “Would you like these arms to bring you pleasure?”

“If it pleases, my lord, then yes,” she returns.

“Oh, it pleases me,” he growls, his hips thrusting forward to graze the tip of his cock against her now aching core, “it will please me greatly to have you, maiden.” He kisses the nape of her neck, trailing down to her shoulders, tasting flesh as he goes. She still smells faintly of stale ale and sweat but the scent somehow appeals to him. Fingers digging into her flesh, he appreciates the wealth of mass he finds; he likes something to hold on to.

The feel of his body pressed to hers is heavenly, but as her conscious mind descends briefly, she wonders at his want of her. She’s nothing special, a mere maid in a bar, too plain for the likes of someone so ethereal. When she expresses these thoughts to him he laughs.

“Perfection is overrated, trust me I’ve had it, I want you,” he affirms, mouth sealing over her breast and she arches fully into his embrace. “Do you wish to know, who it is you’re giving yourself to?” he asks, mouth sucking the soft flesh of her belly from where he’s propped her on the edge of the pool, his body pressed between her legs.

She nods, eyes widening as he reveals his true nature. His body glows, casting the candles into shadow, the gleam of his skin almost blinding. As the light fades, his eyes meet hers once more. “Do you know who I am?” he asks.

“Mars,” she whispers.

“Very good, but here you need call me Iwaizumi, or rather, Hajime” he praises, then resumes suckling her thighs, teeth creating deep crevice marks in her skin. She hisses, a mixed sound of pleasure and pain as he marks her thoroughly, taking his time, consuming her. His tongue against the mounds of her center has her squealing, body leaned against her elbows as she watches him enjoy her. Iwaizumi rolls his tongue languidly over her, drinking the nectar of her fruit and humming his approval of her taste. “You rival Venus in your flavor, maiden.”

“Do…do not speak…such lies,” she begs.

“I do not lie, I have no need of it,” he asserts, tugging her back into the water roughly. He flips her, pressing her chest against the stone wall, his cock sliding between the apex of her legs. “I’m going to take you now, as I see fit. Are you prepared…mortal?”

“Yes, Hajime.”

He slides in slowly, taking his time initially to allow her to gain opportunity to get use to his girth. Teeth almost biting through her lip, she takes him, allows him to taint her purity. Fullly seated, he holds her close, his tenderness surprising especially given who he is. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks one last time.

“Yes, please, please-“ her further begging is cut off with one hard thrust, the water rippling in response to Iwaizumi’s movements. Her fingers clasp the edge of the pool, voice raising in volume as he slams into her. His strength overpowers the normal resistance of the water, it’s slapping resounding in her ears as much as the roaring of her blood. Her blood feels like fire, throat raw from the efforts of breathing in the sweltering atmosphere and still he surges on, hips colliding with her ass.

“Hajime! Oh gods, I…Hajime!”

He doesn’t respond save to touch her clit with rough calloused fingers, rubbing firmly to send a wealth of sensation shooting through her nerves. Her head tosses back, catching against the firmness of his shoulder and he latches his lips to her neck once again, driving her higher while sating his own need.

Waves roll around them and she splutters as water cascades down her throat unexpectedly. Iwaizumi removes himself, swiftly jumping out of the pool with her in his arms to place upon her on hands and knees before sheathing himself once more. The smack of wet skin against wet skin echoes off the stone coupling with the still sloshing water till it’s all she can hear. She doesn’t even know how loud she’s screaming his name, the pleasure he’s imparting too good to care about decency.

How did she get so lucky? What did she do to earn the opportunity to literally be kissed by a god? To have her pleasure sought as much as he seeks his own? She marvels that the god of war could be so thorough a lover, so focused, so attentive to his partner, even when that partner is a mere mortal. She didn’t think it possible to fall in love in the midst of carnality and knows somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind it is foolish to even impart one step upon that road.

But as Iwaizumi slams into her, his grunts of praise penetrating to her consciousness, she doesn’t care. She’ll dedicate her life to him.

“Oh, oh gods, oh gods!” she shrieks clenching as release finally appears, sending her rolling down a hill, her mind spinning.

“Fuck,” Iwaizumi hisses, driving harder, smacking her ass, raking his nails on her skin. He’s marking her, tainting her, staining her as his. His own capitulation erupts deep in her body, sending a white, hot heat streaming into the very center of herself.

Unable to hold herself up, she collapses to the ground, the stone cool in comparison to the burn of her skin. In little time at all, she falls unconscious, unware of her surroundings any longer.

Months pass and Iwaizumi has of course returned to his own realm. She sighs while placing an offering at his alter. Some days, that night feels like a dream but she knows it was true.

It’s late evening again, the setting ironic in its similarity though this time instead of the tavern, Iwaizumi stands before the door of her home. He knocks and when she opens the door, his eyes are soft and warm as he takes in the look of surprise on her face. But as his trail downward, it’s his turn to be surprised.

He, the god of war, who’s felled enemies numbering in the tens of thousands, is brought to his knees by the sight of the woman he loves with her belly swelled by the seed of his offspring.  

This was so good (as usual)!!! Also, make sure to get some well-deserved rest, hun! 😀

~Admin Kay

Contribution piece

Hinata Shouyou – First Time

haiykuties:

This came out slightly more…serious(?) than I previously intended? I guess more like realistic and somewhat sweet? Either way, it’s my first time writing Hinata in an intimate scene so I hope you all enjoy. It was formed from the anon who mentioned imagining riding Kags or Hinata and their faces are red because it’s their first time. – Admin Jade

A low but loud moan penetrated the semi-darkness of Hinata’s dorm room, his cheeks flaming almost as bright as his hair when he released the sound had come from him. His hands clenched her hips tightly, sweat breaking out upon his brow as he squeezed his eyes shut. This was so embarrassing! He was completely overwhelmed by everything happening; the sights, the sounds, the smells! He’d looked forward to this moment for so long but now that it was happening he couldn’t get out of his own head.

Was he doing a good job? Did she feel even as close to good as he felt? He’d barely managed to get through the foreplay he was so nervous. Touching her had been like a dream, his eyes glazing over as more and more of her skin was revealed. His hands shook, breath catching in his excitement to be with someone so intimately.

And not just anyone, it was with her. The girl, a year ahead of him, that he’d crushed on all through high school, who he’d never believed he had a chance to go on a coffee date with let alone be taking back to his bed!

A moan, this time feminine in cadence, pierced his ears and he shuddered to a stop. Maybe he was thrusting too hard?  But he couldn’t ask! He couldn’t make it that much more obvious that this was his first time.

Another groan, a bit softer this time, spilled from his lips as she clenched around him, the way she controlled her body showing her superior expertise in this area of life. He wanted to give her everything but he was frozen, so lost in his own head with doubt that he could feel himself literally deflating.

“No, no, no, no! Not this, anything but this! I’d rather cum too soon that lose my hard on! What if she gets mad? What if I offend her and she never wants to talk to or see me again?”

“Shouyou?” Her voice, her sweet lovely voice called him out of the darkness of his mind but he still couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eye. A touch to his cheek made him flinch and in turn her eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Hey,” she said softly, stroking his skin, “look at me.”

He shook his head but she insisted, “Hinata Shouyou, please, look at me.”

Slowly he broke the seal of his lids, her beautiful visage coming into view. She looked a vision above him, hair slightly mussed from him running his fingers through it, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink, more likely from her physical exertion than embarrassment. Unlike him, who was as bright as a tomato.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

“I…I’m sorry, I just….it’s just…” he couldn’t get the words out, emotion flooding his chest and pressing down like a weight.

Quickly she climbed off him and he missed the feel of her instantly, feared she was going to either laugh at him or leave or both. But she didn’t, no, of course not, she was too kind, too good to be so cruel.

“It’s ok, hey, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry if I pressured you-“

“You didn’t!” he shouted, body flying up to grab her shoulders.

“Ok, then…” she trailed off waiting for him to explain, tone holding subtle amusement at his volatile reaction. 

“I just, I don’t know what I’m doing!” he spouted quickly, covering his face.

Her hands covered his own, dragging them down to his lap. Leaning forward, she kissed him, slow, long and deep, running her hands through his soft hair pulling another moan from his throat. “I like your sounds, Shouyou,” she confessed when they parted, “you sound so much sexier than you think. It’s a big turn on for me to know I make you feel so good.”

She guided his hands to her chest, showing him how to grasp each breast. “I don’t mind guiding you, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone has a first time and I’m honored you’re giving me yours.” She moaned as he tweaked her nipples, the sound sending blood and firmness rushing back to his crotch.

Turning she lay back on the bed, signaling him to get on top. “Let’s try it this way,” she offered, a gentle smile on her face. “What do you want to do?”

“I…I want to make you feel good, that’s all I want,” he confessed quietly.

She nodded, guiding his hand between her legs to press his fingers against her clit. Canting her head back against the pillow she panted, “Touch me like that, just soft and slow at first, I’ll tell you when to increase the pressure, ok?”

He nodded, concentrating on the way she moved her hand over his before removing it to allow him to take over. Hinata watched her face, mesmerized by the sight of her, mouth open in an “o” shape, breath puffing out the longer he pleasured her.

“A bit…harder…Shouyou.” He obeyed, increasing the press of his fingers, swirling a bit harder, more confidently. “That’s it, just like that,” she praised and he couldn’t stand to not kiss her. He tilted her chin down, lips caressing hers firmly but slow, his tongue coming out on its own accord to dance with hers. “Please, Shouyou, I want to feel you in me again,” she begged and he moaned against the flesh of her neck.

He removed his hand to place both on either side of her head, guiding his newly harden erection back into her welcoming heat drawing almost a purr from her lips. “Yes, Shouyou, yes, thrust, go as hard as you want. I don’t care if you cum quickly, it’s ok, I want you to feel good too.”

His eyes almost rolled back in his head at the first snap of his hips. This…this felt different. He felt different. More confident, more assured thanks to her encouragement and trust. Another firm thrust and she cried out, surprised but he could see she was pleased so he did it again. And again. And again.

“One more, one more, one more!” he repeated in his head, eyes closing but this time in concentration of holding back his release, of focusing on giving her what they both wanted.

“Shouyou,” she whined. He opened his eyes to meet her gaze and knew then and there he was in love with her. It wasn’t just because of what they were doing, no, it was because of everything she’d proven herself to be over the course of their relationship, because of everything leading to this moment.

“I love you,” he blurted out and paused, horrified that she’d think it was just because of this.

But she didn’t even hesistate, returning, “I love you too, Shouyou.”

Her admission brought a flood of warmth and comfort to his whole body, radiating he was sure from the very depths of his soul. He surged forward, driving into her, making her sigh and grasp his shoulders tightly. Reaching down he touched her again. It was a bit more awkward with their bodies so close together but he didn’t care, he wanted to make her cum, to make her body flood with pleasure.

“Oh…oh Shouyou, yes, right…right there! Oh god, right there!” Her voice gained volume, cries pouring faster and louder than before and once again he was entranced by her. He felt her clench then a shudder ripped through her and he was gone, spilling into the condom a split second after her orgasm started.

When it was over he looked at her, running his hand through her hair and kissing her gently.

“Thank you,” he whispered against her lips.

“What are you thanking me for, you did all the work,” she laughed.

But he grasped her chin, held her gaze more assuredly than he’d ever done before. “Thank you,” he said more firmly, eyes conveying all the words he couldn’t say.

And she nodded, leaning up to kiss him, before pulling him down next to her to fall asleep. 

Aw yeah! This was so good, there’s not enough smut of Hinata around here so this is a pleasant surprise! 💕 Thank you, Jade! 😉

-Admin Lana

Another contribution!

Oikawa – Punishment

haiykuties:

Here’s my attempt at angry sex with Oikawa for that anon confession and the second requesting its creation. 

“Tooru,” you gasp, hands flying to the back of his head as he firmly bites the top of your breast; that’s going to leave a mark.

And it won’t be the only one inflicted upon you today.

“You were a bad girl today, ______-chan,” he croons in his sing song voice but you know this tone well. It’s not mirthful, it’s not happy. Tooru is fucking pissed.

“Wha? How? What did I do?” you pant, legs grasping for purchase around his waist as he lifts you.

“What did you do? What did you do?” he mocks, eyes going dark. “You were fucking flirting with my team! With your soft giggles and your subtle touches, your warm smiles and your lilting laugh. Those things are for me, ______-chan, and me only.”

“But Tooru,” you protest, gasping when he grabs your ass firmly, “I was only trying to help boost morale! I wasn’t flirting, I was just being friendly!”

“Doesn’t make a difference, I could see how they were looking at you, could read the thoughts in their heads and since you’re the catalyst to those, it’s you who gets punished!”

“Please, Tooru-“ but he silences further protests with his mouth upon yours, tongue shoving past your lips and practically down your throat. You splutter, the lack of a proper breath sealing a burn within your lungs. Finally he releases, both of you panting before he drops you to the ground and rips off your skirt.

“You’re gonna take what I give you, _______-chan, you’ve got a lot to pay for.” His eyes meet yours and for just a heartbeat you feel a tremor of fear. You’ve done dub con with Tooru before but he’s always prepared you better, given you a warning, given you-

“Your safe word is “break”, do you understand?” he asks, hand touching your cheek so gently it makes you forget his fury from a moment ok. There’s a pregnant pause before you nod, the subtle movement causing his eyes to shift back from open and gentle to hard and dangerous. “Good answer,” he growls, biting your lower lip.

It takes little time for Oikawa to shed you of your remaining clothing, his own cast about in a frenzy of disrobement. The next moment, you’re on your back, Tooru’s head buried between your thighs, his tongue lapping languidly as your cunt. Normally you’d be canting your hips to get him at just that right spot, but when Tooru is dom you don’t move, barely breathe unless he says it’s ok.

“I can see you remember the rules of this game,” he purrs against your flesh. The next second you’re crying out when he nips your lower lips, “But don’t think I’m not still pissed. It’s gonna be a loooong night, _______-chan.”

He stays true to his word, taking his time licking, sucking and flicking your cunt and clit drawing whimpers and curses from your lips. The coil in your lower belly has been growing steadily, a fire surging through your veins with need of release but he keeps you on the edge, never letting you fall into the precipice of orgasm.

Done with his mouth, Tooru flips you to your hands and knees, his hand slapping your ass with all the force he gives his most powerful serve and you shriek.

“Such a bad girl,” he grunts, smacking you again. “Turning on my team like that, making them want to be the one who fucks you. You want that don’t you? You want them to take you like this?”

“No! Tooru, you’re the only one I want, you’re the only one!”

“Damn right I am,” he hisses smacking you once more before shoving his cock in your dripping core all the way to the hilt. You scream again, head tossing back in shock at his intrusion. His finger dig into the flesh of your hips, thrusts coming hard and fast filling the room with the sound of smacking wet skin.

“Your cunt is always so tight for me, baby, fuck you feel good,” he groans, grabbing your hair and pulling hard. The abuse brings tears to your eyes. A buzzing sound startles you but you don’t have time to consider how you missed him pulling out the vibrator because he’s shoving it against your clit while he buries deep and holds position.

It’s just enough sensation to make your body quiver with need of release but inability to get there, the overstimulation making you miss the mark and Tooru knows it. He knows how to play your body exactly how he wants.

The vibrator is dropped in favor of his hand roaming to your chest, fingers tweaking your nipple to a hard peak.

“You’re gonna feel this for a week, maybe longer, _______-chan. It’s gonna remind you who you belong to! Who the only one who’s allowed to fuck you is! You’re mine!”

You cry out when he pulls away, dick sliding out only to be shoved on your back and him enter again, this time with his mouth latched on your breast, teeth biting harshly into the sensitive tissue. He trails up to your neck, sucking hard as he fucks you mercilessly. The feel of hips slamming against you makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re gonna have bruises all over you.

“Look at me,” he orders, tugging your chin down. Opening your eyes releases tears and he smiles down at you. “You’re so pretty when you cry,” he affirms, lips covering yours to kiss you breathless once more.

“Tooru, I….I can’t….I can’t take much more,” you assert.

“Yes you can baby, I know you can because you’ve haven’t said it! You’re a slut for my cock, a whore to my punishment! I’ll bet you did everything you did today to get this result, to have me so fucking worked up and pissed that I’ll break the bed with how hard I’m gonna fuck you!”

“Tooru! Oh god, Toou!”

Impossibly, he goes harder, hitting deeper than he’s even done.

Your body shakes and quakes, nerve endings frayed to the end of their abilities. Taking a deep breath you scream out, “I give! Tooru, BREAK! Break me!”

“With pleasure,” he hisses, then touches your clit exactly how he knows you need to release. Your orgasm is long and violent, your voice echoing off the bedroom walls. It’ll be a miracle that no one calls the cops because you sound like you’re being murdered. Which is technically true; Tooru may as well have killed you given the boneless feeling that cascades over your body.

He cums not too long after you, filling you to overflowing with the power of his release.

Collapsing on top of you, he kisses your temple, sweat of your bodies mixing as he says, “I really do love you. But never fucking do that again.”

You can only nod before passing out. 

-Admin Jade

Once again, lovely Admin Jade has decided to treat us on Sinful Sunday! Thank you for taking time to write this out, you never cease to amaze me with your writing! If you haven’t checked her blog yet, you can find more of her writing at @vball-baes-bball-babes! 😘

-Admin Lana

Contribution piece

Ushijima Roommate Fantasy Continuation (corrected)

haiykuties:

So I went and kicked the horny nest and now I gotta pay! JK, here’s the continuation of the roommate fantasty for Ushijima, I hope it’s enjoyed!

“Dude, she wants you,” Tendou comments lowly, eyes casting to Ushijima’s roommate as she exits the kitchen casting a small wave to him. Wakatoshi grunts non-committedly with a shrug of his shoulders but his eyes follow until she’s completely out of sight. “And you’re so obvious about wanting to jump her bones it’s pathetic,” he adds.

The ace, now big man on his college campus, shoots his eyes back to Tendou. “It’s not just that,” he argues.

Tendou puts up his hands. “Ok, ok, true love and all that shit, but seriously, after what you told me how can you not know she wants you just as bad?”

“Women are hard to read, she could just be…I don’t know…comfortable around me.”

“So, you’re friend-zoned? Is that what you’re saying?”

“I’m saying I don’t know.”

Tendou rubs his temples, frustration on the part of his friend settling in. “Then why don’t you make sure?”

“Because if I’m wrong, then what? Things get awkward, our friendship ruined. I’m not like you Satori, I don’t want just a fuck buddy.”

“Toshi! Language!” Tendou teases acting affronted by the accusation. “And for the record, I don’t have “fuck buddies”; I have detached screws.”

“In your bed or your head?” The sound of his roommate’s voice makes Ushijima nearly jump out of his skin and he prays fervently she hasn’t overheard any more than that.

Tendou, of course, laughs at her joke.

“Oh, you’re a quick one, I knew there was a reason I liked you,” he comments sending a wink to his buddy. Ushijima doesn’t like the look in Tendou’s eyes but before he can do anything further the red head is speaking again. “So, ________, since we’re on the topic, what do you think of fuck buddies? Or, you know, whatever term you deem appropriate for noncommittal sex?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never had one,” she replies with a shrug, no indication of the hammering of her heart evident; at least she hopes not.

“Oooooo, this just got more interesting.” Tendou turns to face her, expression completely serious. “Would you be up for one?”

She cocks one eyebrow. “Are you offering?”

This surprises both males, Tendou sweating a bit as he feels Ushijima’s glare at the back of his head. This wasn’t how he intended the conversation to go at all. He’s Toshi’s wing man, his buddy, his best friend, not a cock block! If anything, he’s trying to be a cock unblocker, which is ironic given his former position in volleyball, the imagery making him laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she asks.

“Nothing,” Tendou says quickly waving his hands in the air, “stupid joke, ignore me.”

“Yes, please, ignore him,” Ushijima remarks gruffly.

His tone surprises her, exposing that he has no idea she was kidding. “But to answer your question,” Tendou continues, drawing her attention back to him, “I wasn’t asking for me.”

“Oh, then who’d you have in mind?”

“Oh come on! How can you-“

The ring of the house phone pierces over his reply, Ushijima thanking whatever gods there are for the interruption. As she heads to answer it, he grabs Tendou by the shirt collar, hauling him up.

“Dude, I’m sorry, I mean, I know she’s quick and all that but shit! She caught me off guard, I wasn’t…I’m not…I’d never-“

“Calm down, shut your mouth and get out. I will deal with this,” Wakatoshi says firmly.

Tendou takes a deep breath. He was only trying to help. Much as he’s built up ridiculously thick skin over the years, knowing Toshi’s pissed at him stings. It stings a lot. Gathering his jacket, he makes strides for the door only to hear from behind, “Get out of your own head Satori. We’re fine.” He casts a glance backwards, small smile of thanks on his face before walking out the door.

“Where’s Satori-kun?” she asks upon return to the living room.

“He had to go,” Wakatoshi says simply.

“Oh, I, uh, hope he knew I was kidding.” He doesn’t say anything. “I hope you know I was kidding. I would never, with him, I mean, he’s great but…not my type.”

“It’s fine, Satori tends to…not think before speaking sometimes. So, if he made you uncomfortable-“

“I’m not that innocent Toshi,” she remarks heading towards the bathroom. The bathroom. The place where she witnessed his succumbing to want and desire, images and sounds echoing in her mind night after night. Shaking her head, she closes the door, intent on washing her frustrations down the drain.

In the living room, Ushijima flops onto the couch, head full of thoughts of her. Her wearing the shortest damn skirt he’d ever seen in his life, her in boy shorts and a t-shirt doing laundry, her wrapped in a nothing but a towel.

And every thought of her leads to thoughts of him and her. Together. Naked.

Groaning, he stands, heading to his room to put on sweats and running shoes. He needs to expend his energy. But as he passes the bathroom, a low moan caresses his ears making him stop abruptly. Is she in pain? Should he go in and check on her?  Another moan, this time a bit louder has him risking the threat of embarrassment to ensure she’s ok. He knocks faintly but she can’t hear him over the din of the water.

Testing the knob, he finds it unlocked and turns it, steam billowing around him. Once his eyes adjust, they widen, dick firming up hard and fast at the sight of her covered in suds, hair wet, and hand between her thighs.

And from her parted lips, spills, “Toshi.”

So maybe Tendou’s right and he’s an idiot but Wakatoshi has always needed things clearly stated and there’s nothing unclear about her now. She wants him. She wants him enough to touch herself and moan his name and by god he’s going to give her what she wants.

The sound of the door shutting firmly startles her, eyes wide as she watches him shuck his shirt and jeans to the floor. He’s moving quickly, not letting himself back down. Her eyes shoot to his groin, heat and moisture pooling quickly when she sees how hard he is.

“______,” he grunts, pushing her against the tile, water streaming over his back.

“Toshi,” she pants back and then moans as he kisses her. He doesn’t have a lot of experience, a few make out sessions in high school and some at frat parties Tendou dragged him to but with her, he knows what to do because he’s imagined it so many times.

Large, calloused hands caress her stomach, trailing up to cup breasts he’s dreamed about for months. He tweaks her nipples, drawing them to hard peaks making her sigh into his mouth. Releasing her for breath, he trails kisses down her throat, wrapping his arms around her waist as hers fall around his neck. He delves lower, grabbing fistfuls of ass making her squeak. The sound is cute despite their debauchery.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, tongue teasing the shell of her ear, teeth tugging her lobe sending shockwaves of pleasure down her body.

There’s so much he wants to do to her, so much he wants done, that Wakatoshi is momentarily at a loss so he kisses her again, focusing on the feel of her flesh beneath his hands, the writhing of her body against his, the wringing of his hair amongst her fingers. Rising her off, he turns the taps, cutting off the water and drawing her back.

His room feels too far, so he lays on the tile floor, pulling her down upon himself. “Ride me,” he groans and she nods agreement.

Settling more comfortably, or as comfortable as possible given the hardness of the floor, he waits with baited breath as she lines up, sinking inch by glorious inch onto his weeping cock. “Oh fuck you feel amazing.” His voice is tight, thick with need and hers is lost to the sensation of the feel of him filling her up.

He settles his hands on her waist, helping to guide her down until she’s flush against him. Bending his knees, he lifts his hips in a quick thrust and she swears she sees the stars. “Oh god, Toshi, again, please.” Her begging is beautiful, head cast back exposing all of her to him.

He thrusts again, eyes following the bounce of her breasts and the sight is even more erotic than his imagination supplies when he thinks of her. “________,” he moans and the tone is more guttural, more exquisite to hear now that she’s finally with him.

Her eyes open halfway and her smile is coy as she confesses, “I saw you.”

He stops moving, eyes meeting hers. As comprehension dawns, he feels his cheeks grow hot. Of all the things to be embarrassed about!  Then he growls, thrusting up harder making her gasp. “So, you were being a fucking tease.” Ushijima lifts her off of himself and for a moment she’s worries she’s ruined everything by her peeping tom episode but the next second he has her on her knees, tile digging into sensitive flesh.

“You’re a bad girl, _________, and bad girls will be punished.” The tone of his voice, his manhandling her, his dirt talk, all of it breeds passion anew from her head to her toes.

Ushijima wastes no time, gives no warning, just slams into her from behind smacking her ass for good measure. He wraps his hand in her hair, tugging harshly to bring her head near his mouth. “Watching you ride me was good fun but now I’m gonna really show you what I’ve thought of doing to you. I hope you’re ready, _______.”

His thrusts grow faster, harder, deeper, fingers digging into her hips. She cries out as he spanks her ass over and over, her knees rubbing raw but she barely acknowledges the pain. Ushijima clasps her shoulders, driving even harder before scratching red welts down her back making her hiss. Switching positions again, he ends up on the ground on his ass, her back to his chest and his hands grasping her breasts, molding, tweaking, slapping, all of it driving her pleasure to the stratosphere.

His teeth nip her neck, lips and tongue sucking to leave marks, evidence of his claim. She knows that’s what he’s doing and she wants it, she wants the whole world to know she belongs to Ushijima Wakatoshi.

“Toshi, please,” she begs, tears standing in her eyes, “I can’t take it anymore, please, let me come!”

His only reply is a hand between her legs, fingers swirling and pinching her clit until she’s screaming for mercy. Finally, he presses just the right button and she comes so hard all sounds from her cease, her mouth open in a wide “O” as fire rips through her. The clench of her walls pulls him to completion, seed spilling and filling her to the brink and beyond.

Panting heavily, Ushijima falls back against the door, dick still buried deep in her core. Resting his head against her back, he breathes out, “I…I love you, ________.”

Moving gingerly, body already feeling the effects of his intensity, she extracts him then turns, settling back down into his lap. Warm, wet lips meet his in a soft kiss. When she relinquishes his mouth, she smiles, looking into his eyes. “I love you too, Toshi.”

The eagerly awaited sequel has arrived! Once again you have outdone yourself, darling! 😉 Thank you smooch for taking the time contribute to our even days, I appreciate it as well as everyone who follows the blog! If you enjoyed this, follow @vball-baes-bball-babes for more!

-Admin Lana

Continuation of my contribution

Wakatoshi Fantasy

haiykuties:

Hope this scratches the itch 😉

“_______.” The sound of her name moaned more than spoken draws her attention to the semi-closed door. It’s late, or early depending on one’s interpretation of 2AM, so her bleary mind is not coherent enough to conclude it’s probably best she not investigate; the terms curiosity and cat come to mind.

Walking quietly forward, her hands presses the door further ajar, the vision before her sending torrents of water to her mouth.

Wakatoshi, her roommate of over a year, sits with his legs astride the toilet, seat down for more comfortable sitting she supposes. Why he’s doing this here and not in the concealment of his own room she doesn’t know but now that she’s watching she can’t turn away.

His boxers are around his ankles, chiseled chest heaving as his large hand grasps his equally large cock, precum oozing in rivulets down his shaft. His breath is labored, eyes closed and head cast back.

“________,” he groans again and she starts thinking maybe he’s seen her but his next words dispel that fear. “You’re taking my cock so well.”

Her eyes widen further, chest tightening with the effort to keep her own breath quiet.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he pants, fist clenching to add truth of feeling to the image in his mind. “I love watching your breasts bounce,” he admits, voice rough and raw.

The slick and squelch of his hand makes her thighs rub together, heat pooling and burning away slowly at her inhibitions. Should she announce herself? Walk in and offer to give him the real deal since nothing would please her more than to feel him shoving all that power into her?

But no, watching someone so composed and seemingly unworldly come undone and all because he’s imagining her, she can’t stop him, not now.

Not when he’s groaning her name like a mantra, not when he pinches a nipple and shudders under the effects of his own ministrations reaching capitulation that spills upon his stomach and thighs. Her tongue shoots out to moisten dry lips, body retreating as quickly and quietly as possible to her room.

Moments later, as she hears him pass her door, she releases a moan of her own, “Wakatoshi.” 

OKay first of all, ExCuSe YoU?!?!?!?!

This did not scratch an itch, it made the itch worse!

I’m ded pikachu

~Admin Kay

Contribution piece!

Fluff responses for Sweetheart Saturday

haiykuties:

*Cracks knuckles* Let’s.get.fluffy!

(Some are short, some are long but all are fluffy, I hope you all enjoy! I had so much fun putting these together!)

Cooking for Tanaka / Feeding Asahi

Tanaka

From the moment he walks in the door Tanaka’s mouth is watering. “Babe, what’re you making?” he hollers while slipping out of his shoes.

“Just simple stir-fry and rice,” you call back, jumping slightly when you feel hands on your waist. For someone so loud, Ryu certainly knows how to sneak up on you when he wants.

He nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck making you giggle. “There’s something else, what’re you hiding?” he asks tickling your sides.

Squirming, you smack his hand playfully. “Spoil sport,” you grumble but there’s no ire to your tone. Turning your head to look at his face you smile. “I also have melon pan baking.”

He releases you to jump back, pumping his fist in the air. “Yes! My girlfriend is a freaking goddess!” He grabs his phone, taking a picture of you cooking and posts it to his Instagram, tagging Noya and Asahi, the caption reading: My girlfriend cooks for me, I’m the luckiest guy in the world!

Asahi

Worn from a long practice and frustrated that his spikes weren’t as good as he preferred, Asahi flops onto the couch, a deep sigh pulling from his lips.

“Asahi, baby, is that you?” he hears called from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he answers through a yawn.

Your head pops between the threshold, eyes furrowed in concern. Usually he at least gives you a kiss on the cheek or something. When you see his posture, you know today was a rough one. Taking a deep breath, you head back in the kitchen, gather his meal and walk it out on a tray.

Asahi is so lost in self deprecating thoughts he doesn’t notice you until you’re siding astride his lap. “Wha…oh hey lovie. Sorry, I’m just- ufm!” His apologies and explanation are silenced by a piece of sushi. As he begins to chew, Asahi finally looks at what’s in front of him: a platter of homemade sushi and glasses of cool lemon grass tea. Swallowing, he chuckles, “Not that I don’t appreciate it but what’s the occasion?”

“Does there have to be one?” He watches you pick up another piece, this time without chopsticks, blushing as you place it in front of his lips. You lock eyes and nod, prompting him to open up and accept the offered food. “You had a rough day, baby, I can tell, so let me take care of you.”

Asahi nods, taking a long drink of the tea, then leans forward to kiss you. Pulling back he whispers, “You know dessert has always been my favorite.”

Kenma coffee and apple pie at home date playing Overwatch and cuddling

Dating for Kenma has been…interesting. He’s tried, valiantly in his opinion, to make sure to take you out as frequently as his reclusive nature will allow. It doesn’t help that Kuroo teased him about “hiding you away” or questioning if he was hiding the relationship for some reason. And though he knows his best friend is only jesting, his insecurity about his ability to make you happy flared up something fierce.

But if he’s honest, he’s exhausted and of course it would have to be today of all days that his want…no…his need to stay indoors away from the world has reached a fever pitch.

And it’s your anniversary.

Walking up to your door, clad in simple jeans and a t-shirt with his favorite video game character on it that you gave him for his birthday, he presses his finger to the doorbell.

After a moment, you open the door and just as he’s about to greet you he’s overwhelmed by the smell of hot apples, cinnamon and…coffee?

“Kozume-kun!” you exclaim, throwing the door all the way open to draw him inside.

“He…hey,” he replies, arms wrapping around your waist after a second’s hesitation. He’s still not used to touching you so intimately even after a year.

“Take off your shoes and get comfortable,” you assert, nodding to the couch.

Following the trail of your eyes, his own widen as the sight of a simple sandwich dinner coupled with his favorite chips and a few other snacks come into view. On the TV, the title screen for Overwatch loops.

He looks at you, relief evident on his face. “Go on,” you insist with a big smile. He nods a few times, heading to the couch as directed while you retrieve drinks from the fridge. While playing, both of you consume the simple meal you constructed (including the delicious homemade apple pie) before you lean against one arm of the couch, drawing Kenma between your legs to wrap all your limbs around him.

Planting a kiss on the side of his neck you whisper, “Happy anniversary.”

He pauses the game, sets the controller down and turns, planting a long but sweet kiss to your lips. When he pulls back he whispers back, “I love you.”

Bokuto hugs and snuggles

Bokuto can tell the moment you walk in his room that something’s wrong. “Babe, hey, what’s going on?” he asks setting down his pencil and standing up.

You shrug, eyes cast to the floor. “I…I don’t know…I guess I’m just,” you take in a deep breath. “I’m lonely,” you confess, words barely above a whisper.

Guilt strikes Bokuto like a punch to the gut. He knows he’s been busy, focused not only on practice but the need to stay on top of his grades and get ready for college entrance exams. It’s his hope to earn a scholarship but the best laid plans and all that. But now is not the time for self-deprecation or putting himself in a place where he needs you to draw him back up again. He needs to be strong.

You start when he draws you close in a quick firm embrace, face nuzzling into your hair. “I’m sorry,” he offers, pecking your cheek. You clutch to his shirt, knuckles nestled against his firm back and take a deep breath. He smells faintly of coconut oil. Strong arms lift you easily, carrying you to the bed where he lays on his back, nestling you on top of him.

Idly he draws patterns on your back, the sensation of his touch drawing goosebumps to the surface. His other hand twirls a piece of your hair as he asks, “What do you want to do?”

“This,” you reply, smothering your face against his chest and his deep chuckle makes you smile.

You spend the rest of the night talking about everything and nothing and falling just a little bit more in love with each other.

Cuddling on the couch with Inuoka watching Studio Ghibli

“Ugh, I hate this part,” you whine, turning away from the screen to hide your face against Inuoka’s chest. His laugh is bright as he wraps his arms around your back.

“Sweetie, you’ve seen this movie, what, like 10 times? You know it’s coming,” he teases.

“Yes, but it’s still scary,” you complain, eyes refusing to watch as “No face” chases the main heroine through the bathhouse halls.

He laughs again, a bit softer this time but tightens his embrace and plants a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, you know I’m always here to protect you.”

Tendou as wingman for Ushijima, Ushijima as big sweetheart

“So, which one do you want?” Tendou asks casting his eyes around the bar. Ushijima looks about, expression neutral and shrugs making the red head sigh. “Dude, as your best buddy it is my job to ensure your college experience is not boring. Now, pick one!”

Roaming his eyes over the room, Ushijima shrugs again. Tendou takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m gonna get us some beers, maybe a bit of alcohol will loosen you up. Just stay put.”

Nodding once, Ushijima watches his friend go. A moment later, he’s startled as someone plows into him, almost sending his chair toppling over. Looking up he’s met with wide eyes full of apprehension.

“I…I’m sorry, I…I wasn’t watching and-”

You cast a look over your shoulder, gasping when your ex-boyfriend makes a beeline for you. Without thinking, Ushijima pulls you on to his lap, your startled gasp lost in the din of the patrons around you. The volleyball ace locks eyes with the approaching male, daring him to continue his advance. You see your ex falter, torn between anger and fear but fear wins out and he back peddles, getting swallowed by the crowd a moment later.

“Thank you,” you breathe turning to look at your rescuer.

“No problem,” he replies.

“I’m _______,” you offer, extending a shaky hand to him.

He takes it, shaking once before supplying, “Ushijima Wakatoshi.”

Just as you’re about to get up you hear from behind, “Geez and here I thought you needed help.”

Looking over your shoulder, you’re startled to see a second male, also tall but with fire red hair holding two beers and an incredulous look on his face. Flushing brightly, you’re just about to offer explanations when he sets down his burden, casting a, “Have fun, Toshi,” over his shoulder before he too disappears amongst the throng of people.

A hand settles on your waist, drawing your attention back to Ushijima-san. “So, ______,” he begins, picking up one of the beers and handing it to you, “do you go to school around here?”

Still slightly stunned by this turn of events, you entirely forget that you’re still sitting upon the lap of a stranger, but the longer you talk and he listens, offering small commentary here and there, the less he feels like one.

Nose kisses, tickling, watching shitty horror movies, cuddling, baking with Kuroo

“What time are the guys getting here again?” you ask, arm tiring as the batter you’re stirring begins to thicken.

Kuroo’s long arms wrap around you, hands extracting the bowl and spoon to take over your burden. Leaning down, his breath against your neck makes you shiver as he replies, “Two hours, so stop worrying. Everything will be fine. Why are you so stressed about this?”

You pout, looking over your shoulder. “I’m not stressed, I just want everything to be perfect. This is my first time meeting them and they’re important to you and what if they don’t like me and-Kuroo!”

His hands tickling your ribcage effectively cut off your worrywart rambles. Skirting under his arm, you try to get away but his supremely long limbs make catching up to you easy. He’s back to tickling you, your laughter increasing to a pitched whine the longer he goes. He only stops when you’re practically breathless, body slacking against his when you realize he really intends to stop.

Tilting up your chin, his nose nuzzles yours. “They’ll love you,” he assures replacing his nose with his lips to peck you lightly.

A couple hours later finds you and the entirety of the Nekoma volleyball team ensconced in chairs, couches and the floor of Kuroo’s living room, all of you spluttering and making commentary at the horrid horror movie he picked to watch.

“Could this be any cheesier?” Yaku complains stuffing his mouth with popcorn.

“You know you love it,” chides his captain flinging said snack at his head.

You snicker, extracting yourself from Kuroo’s side to get more drinks. As you re-enter the room you hear Yamamoto say, “________’s amazing! You’re such a lucky bastard, Kuroo-san!”

From over his shoulder Kuroo smirks at you. “I know,” he replies with a wink.

 

HUGE spine cracking hug from Iwaizumi (lol)

Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you scan the crowds eagerly. The week has gone by so slowly, each day feeling like a week within itself since Hajime left for training camp.

“_______, over here!” His deep voice carries over the hum of travelers and you shoot your eyes in the direction of its origin.

Rushing forward, you push through throngs of people. When your eyes land on him, you suck in a breath. You know it’s not possible, but his arms look bigger than you remember. Without pause, you launch yourself into those arms, arms you’ve craved, arms you’ve dreamt about.

He squeezes tightly, face buried against your neck.

*Crack* You gasp slightly, relief flooding your body but Hajime almost drops you in his distress. “Was that your back? Oh my god, did I hurt you? Are you ok?” he shouts, so overcome with worry that he forgets your ear is right next to his mouth.

“I’ve been trying to get that spot all week,” you reply, kissing him.

Iwaizumi is so lost in the sensation of your mouth that he doesn’t even hear Oikawa teasing him for being indecent in public. Or rather, he hears him, he just doesn’t give a shit.

Holding hands with Akaashi

Despite the coolness of the theatre, you’re sweating bullets. And it’s not because of the action movie in front of you, quite frankly you’re glad that Bokuto chose one with such a simple plot because if anyone were to ask you what happened in the last hour and fifteen minutes you wouldn’t be able to form an intelligible answer.

No, the reason you’ve got a racing pulse and sweaty palms is because he’s right next to you. He being the most beautiful boy you’ve ever met. Sure, it’s not common to affirm males as beautiful but he is! From his slightly tousled hair to his natural bedroom eyes, just one glance from him sends your heart into overdrive.

Hence, the minor panic attack ensuing at just the brush of his pinky finger against yours. It was an innocent mistake, both of you reaching for popcorn from the ginormous bucket Bokuto ordered to share with everyone.

But the contact felt electric and left you craving more.

Unconsciously, you rub your hands against your jeans again, dispelling sweat and butter from your skin, the latter no doubt staining the material but you don’t care about that right now. All you can think about is him, his breathing, his scent, his hand-

Which is now gripping yours. Shooting your eyes up to his face, you’re startled to see him looking right at you. “You’re going to rub your skin raw,” he whispers, thumb tracing gently over the palm of your hand. “Better let me keep at least one of them safe,” he concludes, turning his head to face the screen once more, sly smile teasing his lips.

As you settle down, you take time to revel in the appreciation that what you always suspected is right; his hands are so soft.

Baking, cuddles and Disney movies with with Aone

*Ding* The sound of your kitchen timer peals out cheerily.

“Oooo, they’re ready!” you squeal, rushing to the oven and opening its door. From within a warm, mouthwatering scent of wafts out. Grabbing hot pads, you carefully extract the sheet filled with oozing, triple chocolate chunk cookies. From behind, you hear the fridge door open and cast a quick glance at Aone pulling out the pitcher of milk before reaching up and grabbing two tall glasses from the cupboard.

Eager to try your new recipe, you set down the tray, quickly setting one cookie after the other on the cooling rack, though you know more than likely you’ll still end up burning your tongue.

Aone makes his way to the living room, setting down your drinks just as you reach him, a platter piled high with the delectable treats joining their natural accompaniment.

“Did you pick one?” you ask looking up at Aone’s face.

Nodding once, he flicks on the TV, the title screen for Wreck-It-Ralph pops up.

“Ooooo, I haven’t seen this one yet,” you exclaim, happily tucking your feet under yourself on the couch and taking a bite of cookie. It’s ooey, gooey and oh so delicious that you moan in appreciation, the sound drawing a faint flush to Aone’s cheeks. He ignores it, sitting down a little away from you before reaching for a cookie as well. Your hand upon his stops him, his face turning to look at you with slight confusion.

“Here,” you offer, holding out the bitten cookie. Blush intensifying, the gentle giant leans forward, taking a small bite. His eyes grow wide. “Good?” you ask and he nods rapidly.

“Don’t sit so far away,” you grumble, practically climbing into his lap. It makes eating the cookies and milk a bit awkward, but Aone wouldn’t trade having you in his embrace for anything.

Asahi walks in on s/o dancing and singing in underwear and baggy tee

A swivel here, a pop there, your hips move to the beat pulsing in your earbuds as you dance about in blissful ignorance to the fact that Asahi is currently having a minor heart attack watching you. He knows it’s wrong, knows he should look away but how can he when your legs are so exposed and your body is moving so sensuously and…good god he’s going to get a nose bleed if he doesn’t stop staring right now!

Throwing a glance over your shoulder, you wink and crook your finger in a “come hither” motion. Ok, so maybe you weren’t so unaware that he was there. Maybe you timed it perfectly for his entrance into your room and maybe, just maybe, you wanted him to see you.

He swallows thickly, pulse beating in his ears almost as loudly as the tunes in yours.

“Come on, Asahi-san,” you coo, “dance with me.”

Lev giving his s/o stuffed animals “so you don’t miss me when I’m gone”

“I’ll call you every night,” Lev’s says stuffing two more pairs of shorts and three shirts haphazardly in his bag. He rushes to the bathroom to grab his toothpaste and brush. “And I’ll text you after every win,” he calls.

Snapping his fingers, he dives into his closet, throwing items this way and that. “Now where did I…ah ha!” he exclaims, long lithe body standing to his full height once more.

As he turns, into view comes a stuffed kitten, black with green eyes. Placing it in your hands, his own grasp your shoulders and he looks in your eyes. “For snuggling with while I’m not here, so you don’t miss me while I’m gone.”

You smile, tilting up on tiptoes to plant a peck on his lips. Taking his hand, you walk with him to the school, the rest of the team waving as the two of you arrive. Lev envelopes you in a long, tight hug, your feet dangling. “I’ll see you in a week,” he says kissing you one last time.

Later than night, as he’s preparing for bed, he’s surprised to find a teddy bear nestled under his clothes. Drawing it out, he hugs it, pleased to find you’ve sprayed his favorite perfume that you only wear for him on it. Taking in a deep breath, he smiles at your note: “So you don’t miss me while you’re gone.”

He does, he misses you every minute, but when he lays down, bear tucked under his arm, the sting of you not being here is a little less and he sleeps easy every night.  

Sneaking up behind and pouncing for rainy day cuddles with Hinata

The rain beats against the window which fogs as your breath hits it. It’s been raining for days on end, the sun refusing to shine. Normally you enjoy this weather, but something about today is drawing up your melancholy.

A creaking floorboard is all the warning you receive before Hinata springs, body landing upon your back and lips descending on your cheek. “_______!” he exclaims and you can’t help giggling when he tickles your neck with his hair.

“Come cuddle with me,” he says happily and you nod, allowing yourself to be drawn to the loveseat, the storm now a comforting background as Hinata’s warmth envelopes your entire being.

You were wrong, the sun did show up today.

Cuddles with Suga

The blaring of your alarm makes you groan. Why does he have to get up so damn early? Rolling over, you slam a hand to the snooze button, mumbling something about starting breakfast but before you can get up, Suga pulls you into his arms.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbles against your back.

“Koushi-kun, you’ll be late and you know how those boys are. Especially Daichi.”

His grip tightens, lips pressing delicate kisses to your skin making it hum. “They can start without me, I’m not letting you go. Besides, that’s the beauty of having two coaches. One of us can be late if we need.” He rolls closer, leg draping over your hips. “Or if we just choose to.”

You sigh dramatically but smile, hands settling over his and squeezing as your eyes close once more, content to lay in the arms of your love for as long as he wants. 

I’m dying squirtle

All this fluff is just so cute okay

I’m just….so happy

~Admin Kay (#*cries*)

Fluffy fluff I put together based on confessions and head canons over at @haiykuties Sweetheart Saturday event! A nice pause from writing bad boys! Enjoy!