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Can I request a part two for the scenerio about the boys against their sisters dating?

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS. And I’m also going to apologize because I can’t find the original post for the life of me and I don’t even know why. I’ve scoured my archives like crazy and am about ready to pull my hair out!

Anyway, I DO remember how everything played out, so I’ll write the sequel and immediately link the OP as soon as I find it. To clarify, It was three parts – the first being Oikawa dating Iwaizumi’s sister, the second Ushijima dating Oikawa’s, and the third Kuroo dating Akaashi’s – that didn’t exactly have a happy ending, but more one of the prospect of the brother’s trying to be okay with the dating situations. And I’ll be jumping in from there!

I hope you enjoy, Anon!

Iwaizumi stared at the couple from across the courtyard, his sister leaving no space between herself and Oikawa as the boy leaned to whisper something that brought a bright smile to her face. Iwaizumi felt his brows furrow as he stared harder, attempting to read the words coming from his friend’s lips despite not being able to hear them.

It had been nearly two months since he had discovered the relationship status of his younger sister and his best friend. And while it was undoubtably hard to adjust to the knowledge, he felt as though he was handling everything relatively well. His temper was something he constantly felt as though he were keeping in check, but it was all for her sake. He could care less what Oikawa thought.

“If you glare long enough Oikawa might drop dead,” Hanamaki voice broke through Iwaizumi’s thoughts, bringing the very glare upon himself. But the boy grinned back, elbow nudging into Matsukawa’s side. “He’s on a killer rampage!”

“Shut up,” Iwaizumi growled, gaze dropping to his bento but not finding anything appetizing to eat there.

“Hey,” it was Matsukawa this time, bringing Iwaizmi’s eyes back up, “try not being so mad all the time. She’s happy, he’s happy. You’re anger about it is throwing off the team. Maybe try actually being a supportive friend and brother instead of pretending to me.”

“Or continue trying to kill Oikawa with your gaze. I think you almost had his this time.”

Oikawa gave a small groan, his gaze shifting back to his sister with the brut that was Ushijima. The emotions that usually surfaced when he saw the Shiratorizawa captain were only amplified when he saw him with his sister, but he had practiced the art of holding his tongue for her sake. Only for her sake, never for his,

“Fine,” he uttered to Iwaizumi, “I’ll try being ‘friendly’”

Standing to his feet, Oikawa plastered a smile to his features before walking the short distance that resided between him and them. Giving them a bright greeting, he moved to press himself directly in-between the couple. Ignoring the annoyed gaze that his sister immediately placed upon him, his gaze shot over to Ushijima, the large man now with his hands folded in his lap instead of intertwined with his sisters.

“Perhaps we should do something?” Oikawa offered, making himself more comfortable in the tight space between them, attempting to create more space. “There’s that new space odyssey movie that’s come out. What do you say, Ushiwaka?”

“I–” Ushijima paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to her across from him and Oikawa could see her shaking her head from the corner of his eyes, “–it’s [First Name]’s decision.”

“Tooru–” when his gaze shifted over to his sister, he hoped that he looked sincere, because he wanted to be. If this was the man that she was choosing, than he wanted to be supportive of her, even if it wasn’t a decision he would have trouble accepting “–how about ice cream?”

Kuroo had offered to pay for the treats, something him and Akaashi bickered about for perhaps too long before she had stepped in. The moments between were quiet as they found a small round table to rest at and Akaashi immediately realized the full impact of his initial outburst over this situation. He watched the conscious distance placed between them and how they shared small glances before staring down at the table before them.

He had made them feel as though everything that they were doing was bad – taboo even – he had created an awkward wedge within their relationship and if they failed, he know it would have been because of him at this rate. That was the last thing he wanted, even if he didn’t one hundred percent support this, he couldn’t live with the knowledge that they would each blame them for the end of something that could’ve been beautiful.

Clearing his throat, Akaashi met with each of their gazes before speaking. “I’m sorry for my behavior,” he heard the way his voice wobbled slightly and he tried to correct it, but he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure how this apology was supposed to even go. “I shouldn’t have reacted to terribly nor continued to hold a grudge.”

“Keiji…”

“I don’t want you to feel as though you should pretend to be something you’re not because of me,” he gave a kind smile to his sister, “I want you to be happy.”

Kuroo smiled in return when Akaashi’s gaze met with his. Hand reaching for hers, he leaned to press a kiss to her cheek and Akaashi was only slightly surprised by his lack of tension in his shoulders at the action. “Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo spoke then, “and would it be a bad time to tell you we’re having a shotgun wedding?”

Akaashi’s smile dropped. “Excuse you?”

“I’m kidding!”

Kuroo!! Smart ass just has to ruin it doesn’t he 😂. Great job as always!!

G K for Ushijima?

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

It doesn’t matter what type of sex you’ve had (slow, fast, gentle, rough) one of Ushijima’s favorite things to do mid or post coitus is cradle your head in his large hands and stare into your eyes for a moment before he asks, “Do you know how much I love you?” It’s what he always asks and he doesn’t care if you nod, speak or hum as long as he can see your eyes because those never lie.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

The smell of coffee wafts through the air, but Ushijima is thirsty for something else. She just had to wear his t-shirt, the garment positively swimming on her making his mouth water. It’s about time he quenches his thirst.

“Wakatoshi.” Her moan is like music to his ears, muffled as it is since his head is between her thighs. Dexterously his tongue works her over making her clasp the sink until her fingers are almost cramping.

“Can…can we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?” she asks through panting breaths.

“No,” he answers simply, opening wider to push his tongue further into her core.

“Th…then at least fuck me properly, I want to feel you in me,” she requests.

“Not done yet,” comes the simple reply and a redoubling of his efforts has her coming not too long after.

He releases her, standing as she tries to maintain balance on wobbly legs. After quickly washing his face, he gathers her up in his arms, heading back to their bedroom. He can always go jogging later, but right now he’s in favor of a much more pleasurable form of cardio vascular activity.

For the supernatural at event, could I possibly get Hunter Ushijima tracking down and destroying the creature who either kills or kidnaps (your choice) his s/o?

Thanks again to Admin Red! Definitely has the vibe of an
episode of Supernatural but I really
enjoyed this one! Warning for violence and death!

“Wakatoshi, she’s gone, someone took her.” Tendou’s words
echo in Ushijima’s ears as he floors the gas, pushing the pedal hard enough
that he won’t be surprised if he breaks it. The needle of the speedometer
progresses, numbers climbing higher and higher as he attempts with every fiber
of his being to get to your last known location before the trail goes cold.

Pulling up to the motel, he throws the car in park then
surges to the room number Tendou provided, his heavy boot making quick work of
the lock. Inside, his red headed fellow hunter whips around, gun drawn but he
sighs in relief as he re-secures it in the belt of his jeans.

“Fuck, Toshi, you have to be more discrete,” he complains.

“Why didn’t you protect her?” snaps the olive eyed male.

Tendou’s eyebrows knit together as a scowl replaces his normal
jovial smirk. “She told me to get something for us to eat while she took a
shower. Would you rather I didn’t listen? Plus, she’s more than able to handle
herself, it must have been blitz attack.”

Ushijima has been in this game long enough to know he
shouldn’t be surprised that any number of supernatural assholes would be
willing to resort to underhanded tricks and dirty methods to gain the object of
their desire. He and Tendou have garnered plenty of enemies in multiple realms
of the earth’s underbelly for him to have no idea where to even start looking.

“Ah!” Satori’s exclamation draws Wakatoshi out of his musings,
his narrowed eyes looking at his friend. “Found it.” In his hand he holds a
piece of the puzzle, a meaty, blood covered piece at that. Satori smirks. “Good
think we just bought all those silver rounds.”

Ushijima nods towards the door, steps hurried with Tendou
right behind him. If that pack has you, they don’t have a lot of time.

“Can’t leave me alone
for ten minutes, fuck! What the hell kind of hunter am I anyway?” you think
darkly, pulling at the chains binding your wrists despite the futility of the
action. Why had you not thought to keep your gun by you at all times? Because
you were exhausted and sleep deprived from your last hunt with the boys. It
wasn’t every day you went up against a creature who could give Freddy Fucking
Kruger a run for his money in terms of dream or rather nightmare manipulation
but really, almost three days without proper sleep would lull anyone’s sense of
guard.

“Anyone except
Wakatoshi,” you amend sighing. Wakatoshi, a man surrounded by his own myth,
a hunter’s hunter. And here you were, partner to said legend, kidnapped by a
bunch of scruffy fucking werewolves; how embarrassing. If you were to survive
this, you wonder if he’ll ever let you out of his sight again.

You’ve known each other for years, ever since you fell into
the hunter life thanks to a run in with a vampire in a dark alley; cliché but
some things can’t be helped. He’d saved you and you’d pledged loyalty to him.
At first, he ignored you, outright told you not to get involved and to leave
him the hell alone. But you were insistent, affirming that now that you knew
this world exists you wanted to do your part to contain it, to control it.

And you’d proven your worth over time, mostly on your own
until he finally relented to allow you to travel with him and Tendou.

Falling in love with him had not been part of the plan. Sometimes,
you think, just maybe he returns your feelings but even after so many long days
and nights by his side, it’s nearly impossible to read him. He’s put up a
strong, sturdy wall, the only one of whom has seen the other side of it being
Tendou and that’s only because they’re practically brothers, raised by a gruff
but loving widow who turned out to be one badass hunter herself.

A sudden cry pulls you out of your considerations, your
heartstrings pulled when you realize the sound is coming from a very young
girl. If she gets out of here alive, you have no doubt she’ll need years of
therapy just to function again.

“Stop crying!” booms the pack leader out of the darkness. A
startled cry erupts through the rest of the caged and chained humans caught by
this pack.

He stalks up to you, clawed finger stroking under your chin
making you hiss. “Be more like this one and maybe you’ll meet your end swiftly.”
Sounds of terror fill the room but he drowns them all out with his grating
laughter. His yellow eyes pierce the darkness drawing your gaze despite your
effort not to look. “Or maybe,” he whispers, breath ghosting over your face, “I
should tell you to be more like them!”
He punctuates his words by drawing a hint of blood to the surface of your skin.

You can’t help it, you spit in his face. “Like hell I will,
you filthy animal!” you shout.

“Bitch,” he roars and it’s the last thing you hear before
blacking out thanks to the strike upon your temple.

“So, I take it you don’t want to call for backup even though
we know there’s 15 in this den,” Tendou drawls out, sliding his clip into
place.

Ushijima answers simply, “No,” drawing his modified automatics.
He’ll put down every single one of these bastards to bring you home safely.

Satori smiles despite the dark tone of the moment. “She’s
probably just chilling out waiting for us to find her. She knows you’d never
let anything happen to her, at least, she would if you’d finally tell her how
you feel.” The slight blush upon his friend’s cheeks is enough to tell Satori he’s
hit the nail on the head. He’s gone long enough, he feels, not voicing an
opinion on the matter. “I tried to let things work out in their own time but
you’re ridiculously slow, Wakatoshi.”

“Let’s just get her,” Ushijima says firmly, cocking his
guns.

They’ve found the den thanks to information acquired from a
newly turned pup. How Tendou could guess at a creature’s identity is beyond
Ushijima’s understanding. Occasionally, he’s wondered at whether the red head’s
moniker of “Guess Monster” is closer to the truth than not but he’s never had the
nerve to ask him out right. Funny, considering he’s fearless when it comes to everything
else.

Save for the possibility that he may not make it to you in
time.

Taking a deep breath, he kicks in the door, two wolves
practically giving themselves whiplash when they look up the stairs at the
intruding hunters. A second later, blood erupts from their backs as two perfect
shots through their hearts hit their mark.

“Silver bullets are expensive as hell, but they certainly
get the job done,” quips Tendou with a sardonic grin.

A piercing howl announces their element of surprise is broken
but it doesn’t matter, Ushijima is a perfect shot and nothing is going to stop
him from getting to you, from gathering you in his arms, from kissing you and finally telling you how he feels.

Stalking through the corridor, Ushijima shoots every
werewolf he happens upon with unerring accuracy. From behind, he can hear
Tendou singing some inane song. “Shoot
them in the head, shoot them in the heart, doesn’t matter where you start, they
all end up dead.” Sometimes he creeps Ushijima out more than that things
they hunt.

From behind another door, he hears wailing and kicks that in
too. The sounds become louder and coupled with them are the unmistakable sounds
of growling and yelps. As he descends, he happens upon three people coming up
the stairs. His initial reaction is to shoot them, but his eyes quickly take in
that they’re still human and none have been bitten. He nods in silent direction
for them to keep going and they comply swiftly, rushing out the door seeking
exit from this hell hole.

Another human, female and looking to be about twenty, rushes
up but this one he stops. “Are there any more down there?” he asks.

“Yes, there’s a young woman, a guy with black hair and a
brunette guy. They’re fighting that thing and told us all to run.”

Without another word, Ushijima launches himself over the
railing, landing and tucking into a roll so as not to damage his feet and
ankles. He’s upright in a flash, guns trained on the fight going on before him.
He can see the black-haired male struggling with a female werewolf, so he
shoots her once in the head before kicking her off of him and finishing the job
with a shot to the heart.

“Thank you,” pants the male before running out.

Glancing around the room, his eyes long adjusted to the
dark, Ushijima can see the carnage of a brutal fight. Blood splatters color the
wall a deep crimson while body parts lie in haphazard piles, previous victims
no doubt. The brunette, it seems, didn’t make it.

Lifting his head, he hollers your name, ears straining to
hear a reply. A cough draws his attention forward, eyes narrowing as he makes
his way towards the noise. Rounding another corner, his eyes widen at the sight
of you sprawled on the ground, clothes soaked in blood and bruises starting to
form on your face.

You’re the most beautiful thing he’s seen all day.

“Ushijima-san?” you grunt, doing your best to get upright.

He surges forward, skidding to his knees and drawing you
into his arms. “I’m here,” he says quietly.

“I knew you’d come,” you whisper, a soft smile on your face
as you look up at him.

One of your eyes is already beginning to swell shut and your
lips are cut badly but he can’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss you
gently. The action startles you, but you fight through the pain and increase
the pressure, thankful to finally know what it’s like to feel his warm lips on
your own.

The sound of steps breaks the moment and Ushijima wraps his
arm more firmly around you, his other raising his gun towards the entrance of
your confinement.

“Wakatoshi!” Satori calls, poking his head in to the
darkened room. It takes a moment but he whips his face in your direction and
you can’t help gasping at his gleeful smile as he sings out, “~They’re all
dead!~”

A sudden wince from you garners both boys’ concern. But
while Ushijima looks in your eyes, Tendou notices the wound on your leg and his
face falls. “Wakatoshi,” he says lowly, “she’s not going to make it.”

“Shut up, it’s just a cut,” Ushijima snaps but your touch eases
the heat of his gaze as he looks back down at you.

“We both know that’s not true,” you say, smiling despite the
tears rising in your eyes. Looking at his other hand, you gingerly wrap your
hand around the barrel of the gun and guide it to your chest.

Satori clears his throat, rushing forward to plant a kiss on
your forehead, whispering, “Sorry kid,” before turning around and leaving the
room. You smile at his back, thankful he’s allowing these final moments with
Wakatoshi to be held in private.

When you meet your gaze back to his, he’s shaking his head. “I
can’t…we,” he pulls the gun away setting it on the ground, “we’ll find a way.
There has to be something we can do.”

“This is our only option, you know that,” you insist picking
up the gun once more to hand it to him but he smacks it away.

“I can’t kill the woman I love!” he shouts. You’ve never
heard his voice so loud, so full of passion and it breaks your heart while
warming it at the same time.

A mirthless chuckle leaves your lips. “Damn you, Ushijima
Wakatoshi, you couldn’t confess at a more opportune time?” you chide.

“Stop it, stop acting like this is the end. Don’t give up! We’ve
overcome so much, we can do this! I can save you!”

Your hands clasp his face, drawing him down into a long,
passionate kiss. The feel of his hand in your blood-soaked hair makes you moan,
heat pooling in your stomach, a longing to have him but there’s no time.
Drawing back, you murmur against his mouth, “I love you too, Wakatoshi. That’s
why it has to be you. I can’t…I won’t
become one of those creatures. I want to die as a human and you have to help
me. Please, help me before it’s too late. I can already feel the transformation
taking hold, it won’t be long now.”

And then, Wakatoshi does something you’ve never seen before;
he cries. It’s silent but you don’t miss the tears trailing down his cheeks. He
chokes out, “There’s got to be a way, there’s a cure for vampirism in the early
stages, there has to be one for this too, we just haven’t found it yet!”

“And knowing you, you will,” you input quickly, turning your
head to cough out more blood, “but it’s too late for me. Now, bring back the
badass I fell in love with and kill me before I change.”

Letting out a shuddering breath, Ushijima stands, picking up
the discarded gun and leveling it at your chest. His eyes go hard, but just
before he pulls the trigger he says, “I love you and I always will.”

The echo of the shot reverberates around the building and as
it dies away he’s left with your lifeless form, alone in the dark.

Outside, Tendou wipes his eyes, unwilling to not be strong
for his friend. He turns at the creak of a step, face set in a grime
countenance as he watches his best friend, his brother, carry your body with
tears rolling down from empty eyes.

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.”

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Continuation of my contribution

Wakatoshi Fantasy

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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

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Contribution piece!

*grabs the back of Ushijima’s jersey and looks up at him with puppy dog eyes* Can you please teach me how to play volleyball?

*The tall ace, turns around, a perplexed look on his face until he sees
its you*. “You know I won’t go easy on you, right?”

*Tendou sighs, slinging an arm around his best
friend’s shoulders*. “Wakatoshi, when
are you gonna learn to not be so serious about everything?” *Looks at you and smiles though it’s more
nerve wracking than comforting* “_____-chan is a novice, you have to be
gentle.”

*Ushijima looks at you again, nods once and takes your hand leading you to
the bench* “Sit here and watch our practice for now. I’ll work with you one
on one later.”

*He makes good on his word and is surprisingly a good teacher if a bit
blunt in his criticism*. “Your form is terrible, bend your knees and put
your arms like this.”

*But it just makes getting his praise all the
sweeter because you know he doesn’t waste his breath with lying*. “You did
well today, ____-chan, I’m really proud of you for working so hard.”

[tiny 4’8 anon] wakatoshi! hey! down here! lean closer to me [small innocent smooches all over his face and a passionate sweet kiss on the lip] I love you, let’s go pick some strawberries, please?

*Wakatoshi looks down, cocking one eyebrow before he leans down as
asked. Accepts your kisses with subtle shock, the only hint of his embarrassment
a light tinge of pink to his cheeks* “Alright, ____-chan, strawberry
picking it is.” *Takes your hand and
walks out the door with you*

*Behind the two of you stand Tendou and Semi, gob
smacked* “Well,” Tendou says
crossing his arms, “For someone so small she certainly is strong!”

*Semi casts him a sidelong glance* “What are you talking about?”

*Tendou fixes him with an ironic stare* “Can you think of anyone else who could make him leave practice early?”
*Semi stares at him, then the door, then
back at him* “That’s what I thought,” Tendou concludes walking back towards the net.

P, Q, R, S, V for Aomine, Kuroo and Ushijima? Thanks jade

P = Pace (Are
they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Aomine: This boy
likes it rough and dirty most of the time. The feel and sound of your flesh
smacking together while you’re both grunting and groaning are two of his
favorite things. He can do slow and sensual, but fast and hard is his favorite.

Kuroo: Depends on
the kind of mood he’s in. If he wants to tease you, he’ll take it slow, giving
you just enough to leave you wanting more until you’re begging. But if you’ve been a tease or he hasn’t been
able to hook up with you in a while, he’ll all but drive you through the
mattress (or the table, or the wall, or the…you get the idea).

Ushijima: He may
be the fastest jogger, but this big man likes to take his time. His world is so
full of go, go, go as it is that he appreciates when he can slow down and
really savor being with you.


Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper
sex, how often, etc.)

Aomine: Aomine
lives for quickies, mostly in inappropriate places such as the locker room
after a game, the showers after practice, his roof top “hiding” spot (Momoi is
still scarred from that). Give him an inch and he’ll give you all of his over
and over and over.

Kuroo: Enjoys
them every so often especially since he’s usually quite busy during the week
with practice, school, homework, more practice, training camps, etc.

Ushijima: Not really
a fan, but if you work him up enough throughout the day he has been known to
grab you unexpectedly and take you where he can.


R =
Risk (Are they game to experiment,
do they take risks, etc.)

Aomine: Already
answered here.

Kuroo: He isn’t
called the scheming captain for nothing you know. Kuroo is open to
experimentation in the bedroom and is willing to risk the chance of discovery
in a semi-public spot every now and then.

Ushijima: Knows
what he likes and overall prefers to stick with that. If you really want to
try something new he may entertain the idea but you’ll have to work a bit to
convince him.


S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do
they last…)

Aomine: One
wonders if the real reason Aomine is so lazy everywhere else in his life is
because he prefers to save his energy for having sex. We know he has stamina to
spare once he’s on the court but it’s nothing compared to how long he can go in
the bedroom. More than likely, you’ll be the one needing to take breaks. He can
go three, four, sometimes five rounds if you’re game for it and he lasts a
considerably long amount of time.

Kuroo: Knows how
to pace himself so he can get a good three rounds in, sometimes four if he’s really worked up and needing you. Lasts
an average amount of time, not too long or too short.

Ushijima: He’s in
peak physical condition so baby boy can go for a good long while once he gets
used to being intimate. The first few times it’s over fairly quickly because
all the sensations are so new but just like with his training, he applies himself
to learning how to take his time and control his body until he’s able to last
two to three rounds for a good amount of time.


V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Aomine: The three
G’s: grunts, groans and growls. These sounds in Aomine’s deep rich voice are
enough to send you straight into heat. He isn’t particularly loud but he doesn’t
hold back his noises either.

Kuroo: Kuroo
likes to use his words to increase your pleasure and is totally fine with being
loud if he’s really enjoying what you’re doing. He’s not necessarily a screamer
but he let’ll out loud moans especially while you’re giving him head.

Ushijima: Soft
grunts, lots of low heavy breathing and surprisingly sweet whispers when he’s really into what you’re doing.

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G H I J K for captains of Hq!!!

I did not include Suguru Daishō because I do not read the
manga so I have not been introduced to him yet. 

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G =
Goofy (Are
they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Daichi:
Overall, Daichi is a serious guy, but he isn’t above being lighthearted in the
bedroom. He may not be joking around, but he smiles and every so often will
tickle you unexpectedly to get you to giggle.

Oikawa: Such
a tease and flirt, he can’t help but be a little silly every now and again even
while in the bedroom.

Kuroo:
Goofy.as.hell. As much as this boy does have mad bedroom game, if you catch him
in a silly mood you will be gasping but it will be because you’re laughing so
hard. Not every time has to be serious according to him.

Bokuto: The
mass of muscles is the BIGGEST goofball out there. Seriously, you’d think he
was trying out a comedy routine rather than working to get you off. It’s not
every time, thank goodness, but every so often he enjoys filling your body with
endorphins by making you laugh.

Ushijima: This
boy is serious pretty much 100% of the time in any area of life, so it should
come as no surprise that he’s the same way in the bedroom. Granted, he does
smile a bit more when it’s just the two of you.

Terushima: He’s
the captain of the happy go lucky team, what do you think? Terushima loves
getting down to business just as much as the next guy but he’s a firm believer
in you should be able to make your lover laugh, even at the possible expense of
a completed orgasm. Don’t worry, he’ll make it up to you next time.

Futakuchi:
Futakuchi is more sarcastic than goofy, more often than not opting for a more
serious take in the bedroom. He likes to tease, no doubt about that, but being
goofy or silly? Not really his thing.


H = Hair (How
well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Daichi: For some reason, I always picture Daichi as a smooth mo-fo and I’m not
just talking about his voice or his attitude. Because he has such dark hair
(above and below) he shaves almost all of it off save for on his legs. His
chest is almost always bare of any hair and he keeps his package well groomed
as well.

Oikawa: The king (haha) of personal hygiene. Oikawa makes sure to use lotion
to keep his body lubed up and smooth, believing it more likely you’ll want to
touch him if he does. And down below? Almost bare.

Kuroo: Messy bedhead aside, Kuroo keeps himself well groomed in other
respects. He has soft dark hair on his stomach but his chest and back are
smooth af. He always smells good too, trying different body sprays till he
finds the one he really likes (or one that you compliment him on).

Bokuto: Owl boy doesn’t have time to worry about trimming but thankfully the
only place on his body where hair seems to grow in spades is his head. He has a
light dusting of light, almost baby hair on his arms, stomach and legs.

Ushijima: Does a sufficient job of keeping himself clean and groomed. He doesn’t
obsess over it but he doesn’t neglect it either.

Terushima: All about making his body as desirable as he can. You want
him to have hair? He’ll let it grow. You like him smooth? Hell, he may just
give waxing a try. Terushima likes to look good for you so don’t be afraid to
give him your opinion.

Futakuchi: Naturally practically hairless everywhere expect his head
and his…well head. And the lower of the two he keeps properly groomed. If he
expects his lady to keep herself up, he can’t very well slack off, now can he?


I =
Intimacy (How are they during the
moment, romantic aspect…) 

Daichi: This captain is not above admitting he likes things a bit rougher (he
may be sweet but we all know he has a bit of a sadistic side) however, he will
take his time at the beginning with slow, sensual kisses and touches to warm
you up. Afterwards, he’ll do the same for cool down. It’s really how he is on
the court to be honest, just naked and only with you.  

Oikawa: This boy is very misunderstood, often being thought to be selfish and
uncaring but nothing could be further from the truth. Oikawa will worship your
body from head to toe all while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.  

Kuroo: Despite his goofy and slightly dork-like tendencies, Kuroo can be
quite the smooth talker. We all know he’s the “scheming captain” so he’ll be a
few steps ahead in his mind of where he wants to take you and how to get you
there. The intensity ranges from slow and sweet to hard and hot depending on
his (and your) moods.

Bokuto: Initially, he’ll be awkward because he’s so excited to be with you he
just can’t stand it! This may result in a few uncomfortable moments (clicked
teeth, too eager fingers, even pushing in too soon) but as long as you keep the
communication flowing he’ll get the hang of it and every time will improve over
the last.

Ushijima: Very quiet and focused, so much so if you close your eyes you’ll
wonder if he’s still there if he’s not touching you. But while he may be a man
of very few words, Ushijima lets his actions do all the talking.

Terushima: Well rounded and confident, Terushima knows how to pleasure
you and do it well. He’s got quite a bit of experience and uses it to his full
advantage.

Futakuchi: Not necessarily selfish but he can be quite demanding so if
you’re not used to that things could get a bit awkward. However, if you’re into
his dominance, he’ll give you so much pleasure in return for giving him what he
wants.


J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Daichi: Prefers the real deal whenever possible, but when he’s away at
training camp and frustrated from continual losses (and punishments) he’ll
steal away to the bathroom and use images of you in his mind to take the edge
off. When he gets home, be ready to get wrecked.

Oikawa: Does so more to experiment on himself so he can tell you what he likes
best. After all, knowledge is power, right? He just hopes you use it for good.

Kuroo: He’s more likely to do so when he’s so busy with captaincy and
homework and you’re doing your own thing so the two of you don’t have time to
connect. He’ll probably call you in the middle of the night because nothing
gets him going faster than the sound of your voice telling him what you’ll be
doing to him the next time you’re together.

Bokuto: This boy has such high energy and stamina that he has to jack off a
couple times a week just so he doesn’t overwhelm you. He’s a bit bashful about
it but it is what it is.

Ushijima: Actually prefers not to because when he’s finally with you again the
sensations are so much more heightened, though he has had to every now and
again just for relief purposes.

Terushima: This boy’s actually into having you watch him do it. The
feel of your gaze on him turns him on so much but of course he’ll want you to
reciprocate and show him what you like on yourself as well.  

Futakuchi: Nothing earth shattering, but if you tease him
(intentionally or not) and he isn’t able to take the time to act on it with
you, he’ll steal away to the bathroom or locker room to deal with the issue and
punish you later.


K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Daichi: I think we all know what this one is because it’s a head canon pretty
much EVERYONE shares. One word: Daddy. Daichi is Dad-chi not only to his team
but to you and when you call him that, oh boy, daddy will deliver the goods!

Oikawa: Praise, praise, praise! The boy can’t help it! He’s been admired for
his looks and talent for years so nothing gets him going faster than hearing
sweet words of adoration from your lips. Compliment him, tell him how good he’s
doing and he will make sure you get everything you want.

Kuroo: Role playing, especially in public. Kuroo loves picking an outfit for
you and sending you to a random café, restaurant, park, what have you and pick
you up all over again.  

Bokuto: Bondage. Bokuto is a strong guy, no doubt, but the visual of you
completely at his mercy without him having to hold you down himself? Damn that
is so hot! He loves tying you down and having his way with you until you’re a
panting, begging mess.

Ushijima: Similar to Daichi, except his kink is captain. Ushijima is one proud farmer boy, so when you bring his
title into the bedroom you may just get a bit more than you anticipated; lucky
girl.

Terushima: Dirty talk. This boy has quite the mouth on him and will
have you blushing with all the trash that comes out of it. If you turn the
tables on him and start spouting your own indecency he’ll have you on your back
in seconds.

Futakuchi: Partially clothed sex.
Knowing you just couldn’t wait to have him in you while you’re still
half-dressed gets his blood (and hips) pumping like no other. Tackle him when
he gets home from practice and just watch his eyes roll back.  


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