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Overnight story

Dilf! Ushijima x Reader (afab)

Smut! MDNI!

Word count: 4.6k

+ : age gap (reader in their 20s, him in his 40s), rough play, breast play, obvious flirting, overstimulation, passing out, very little degradation, very little to little praising, mentioning of creampie, hot body, Ushijima Wakatoshi (god this man..)

"Wow I'm so glad for you! Honestly I couldn't endure it seeing you guys almost fucking right on the spot" you said to your friend, congratulating her that she got engaged, finally. "And it's really Alright if I'm there too?" you ask.

She was having a meet over with her family and her partners, and you got asked to give her company while they announce their love once again and celebrating it.

"Yes you gotta come, otherwise I can't stand my parents silent-treating each other all the time" she jokes around, while you try to remember her dad, wondering if you have ever met him...

You arrived at her house, lightly dressed up with a black dress and a see-through white blouse over your shoulder, keeping you a bit warm, having some exchange clothes with you in your Bag. She saw you through the windows and opened the door, hugging you tight. "You're good in time!" she adds a sentence whispering in your ear "my parents are already annoying" and smiles innocently. As you stepped into the quite big house, you already got greeted by 3 faces. Her family.

Her mother hugs you light as a greeting "Oh y/n I haven't seen you for a long time! You look good!" she says, admiring your looks and clothes. You thanked her for the compliment and looked at your friends brother, already knowing him. He gives you a slight smile and holds out his hand. With a comfort in your chest, you took his head and greeted him with exchanging some words. He's not much of a talker.

You feel a light gaze upon you while talking with him, a gaze that let you feel lightly uncomfortable. As you were done chattering, a tall man with olive eyes looks at you.

"Ushijima Wakatoshi, it's a pleasure to meet you" he says calm, with a deep voice that let you feel something deep down. You weren't expecting such an attractive man as her father, and he quite fits your type too. He holds out his right hand to greet you. You took his hand, noticing the size of it, but looked into his eyes with a slight smile, noticing his almost perfect eyelashes.

"Y/n l/n it's a pleasure to meet you too mister". He looks you deep in the eyes, letting a mysterious gaze through you, like he would enjoy giving you all the attention there is. Would that affect you? Probably..

...

The family of your friends fiance arrived shortly after that and you had quite some good time. Eating, drinking champagne, chatting with the others but mostly listening to the others. But all the time, you felt the familiar gaze from before all the time, Wakatoshi following your movements with his eyes, not taking them off of you.

He enjoys looking at you, studying like a picture, wondering what's making it so unbreable to not gaze at it, imagining what could be under that dress of yours. He is desperate for something new. His divorce was quite a time ago, and there hasn't been anything quite after it, just some hook-ups that were not that much fun as he thought.

Quite charmed of that misterious man, you got caught, trying to examine him with his grey-greenish hair. Just now your sight wanders over his clothes. A black blouse which seems a little tight on his build shoulders, dark-grey trousers and a brown slim belt, holding his trousers up to his waist. He notices your gaze, locking your eyes at his. Your doe eyes looking into his from a distance. He raises his glass with such a little smile, only you could see, you holding yours up too, sympathizing with him and smiling back.

You would love to hear his voice once again, him speaking with his deep voice that has made a little impact on you, wanting to hear him right next to your ear.

...

The evening went on, and eventually the party went to an end. The family of the fiance went home, your friends brother drove home to his girlfriend as you found out, and your friend and his fiance went into their bedroom. Because of your long way there, you got the guestroom and (unfortunately) Wakatoshi took the couch to sleep on, his driveway also long enough just to see his daughter.

You're laying in bed, already changed clothes, but still fully awake, your mind not getting him out of your mind. Wakatoshi was admiring you and he let you know that, visibly admiring you, smiling at you when you met him, it drives you crazy. Crazy not knowing what his intentions are, what he wants to do with you.

It gave you some tickling down your lower stomach, and just imagining that his rough, big hand would stroke over this area, gives you goosebumps. Already awake and not doing anything except of scrolling through your phone, you decided to go down into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Very slowly and trying to not wake the others, you open your door and get down the stairs, not making a noise. Only a bit light down there. Through the kitchen there's a wide opening, right to the living room where he sits. Wakatoshi, watching TV. He didn't notice you, not yet.

You quietly get a glass and fill it up with water, just now noticing that he sits there, without his upper cloth, having his right arm on the sofa back, his big shoulders and his upper back being visible. Your eyes wander over his muscles moving near his neck, hearing a little sigh from him. Even that makes you feel light, just some sounds from him.

He grabs something next to his body, his shirt. The moves that he makes while getting his shirt on, turned you kinda on. Those muscles that moves around, his arms getting through that shirt, his biceps visible is getting you some tickles and not just down your abdomen.

You shook your head, getting back your mind and were about to drink out of the glass, until the head of the tall man turns to the kitchen, catching you a little embarrassed on the stop.

Unable to get out of the situation, you decided to get another glass of water, asking a little shy if he wants something to drink. He nods to your answer and you walk to him, slowly, with the glasses in your hands, and getting a bit exited, to finally talk to him a bit. You walk through the opening with the glasses and he watches you, wondering if he gets to see more tonight, than just your short pants and your white shirt. He wants to rip it off, wanting to open that bra you can see a bit through.

As you sat down slowly next to him, it's more visible that he got a big chest that now is covered. His visible jawline got a shave two days ago. He leans back, his arm resting on the back of the sofa again, looking but not watching TV.

"You also couldn't fall asleep?" he asks, looking down at you from the side. "No not really.." you answer him, a bit intimidated, wondering what he will say again with this voice of his, that makes you feel dizzy. You now see where the silence from your friends brother come from. "Why can't you sleep?" you finally ask, not bearing that silence between you. "I couldn't handle it, not being able to talk to you propably" he shoot his shot. What does he have to lose? Nothing but your company he enjoys, and he was aware of what he has done to you.

You weren't prepared to hear that out of his mouth, making you feel exited, asking yourself if you should say something. "I think so too" you say, quietly regretting those words now. "I'm sorry mister, please forget what I said" spits out of your mouth, wanting to stand up and leave of embarrassment and the fact that you feel your cheek light up a bit.

As you stand up, he grabs your arm soft to hold you back, his whole hand fitting around your forearm. The soft touch with this raw hand, got your core throb a bit, getting too excited than you should. "Don't worry, I won't make a fuzz. You can stay to my pleasure"these words coming out of his mouth, you do see a light excitement from his eyes that look through you.

Deciding to stay, you sit back down and came a bit near him. It's hard to make a move when he is full of courage that he sends out, making it almost impossible to even flirt with that older man. Wakatoshi puts his arm on the back of the sofa, kind of getting you in his space more. As you noticed you dare to take a look at him while watching TV. He awaited that and raises his eyebrows at catching you stare, having a light smirk on his face which makes him unbearable to not fuck the shit out of him.

He slowly wanders his gaze down to your chest, and back at your eyes with a smile. God you just wished for a move that he would make, which he does, surprisingly right after enjoying the view of your body.

The excitement almost overflowing in you, as he lays down his hand on your thigh, not affecting him in any way. God, he is so close to your core, that you clench your thighs a bit to supress the throb that went a bit needier.

"Is that alright with you?" such a polite man, only if you knew what he wants to do with you. Fuck you raw and good, making you cum all over his dick are the only desires he has right now, and he is close to fulfilling that dream.

You nod, making him feel more comfortable around you than he was, making him stroke your squeezable thigh with his thumb, really slowly making his way to your lose short-pants. A compliment comes from his lips.

"You looked very good in that dress. I couldn't stop looking at you" finally you made a move, still kind of afraid but it was so obvious to you that he likes you. "I noticed that, I loved your attention on me" you said. God finally he kept moving on, you thought as he leans to you, watching those eyes and lips, wanting to kiss them so bad.

"I want to give you all the attention you want" he breathes, almost touching your lips with his. Only just some inches between it... You couldn't hold back, your self-control finally went away, he waited for that moment. "please do mister.." you answer without hesitation, finally getting his lips to touch yours.

~~<3~~

Your whole body feeling hot, bursting out the lust you tried to keep in, moving along with his. His hand longing to finally touch your waist and grabbing your skin of it. Wakatoshi pulls you onto his lap, not interrupting your greedy wet kiss, turning into deep tongue kisses.

His deep voice humming while he sucked on your tongue, makes you crazy, slowly moving your hip, noticing his aroused cock inside his pants. As you weren't already wet of his touches, he slips his hand into your pants from your left leg, pleasuring your folds with slow movements.

He doesn't want to pleasure himself with you, he wants you to have an unforgettable rough sex with him, not wanting anything else but his dick after that. You break the tongue kiss, watching his hands in your panties, knowing exactly what he does and you can't hold back a slight moan.

"I can't let you be louder than that, otherwise they're gonna wake up" toshi says under his excited breath, longing for your pussy, but keeping it patient. He focuses on your throat now, slowly giving you some of the roughness by biting your collarbone and moving his lips up, placing wet kisses all over the side. Fuck, you thought, already so close to cumming on his fingers and he was just caressing your folds, his wet fingers full of your juice enter into your pussy, and it feels incredible, such a little rush but pleasuring like nothing ever was. You hiss, pulling you onto him more, and grabbing the back of his shirt.

Ruin, wanting to ruin that pretty back was your thought.

You pulled of his shirt, which was kind of hard while getting the full menue of getting fucked with fingers, and hold yourself onto his back, slowly scratching it with your nails. Some little whimpers come out of your mouth and as he started scissoring you, your moan got concealed by wakatoshis hand, while you finally cum on his other one, as you couldn't endure all that pleasure down there.

Your pussy wrenching it all out, sucking his fingers into it more, got him turned all up, ready to make you feel so good. Slowly taking out his fingers, holding them infront of your scrunched up face. "Was that you?" he asked in such a deep voice, it vibrates in your brain. "yes mister..."

What a lovely name to call him, bringing his control to the edge, especially hearing that out of your mouth. It drives him crazy, wanting to fill your hole up more with his cock. He helps you out of your shirt, him finally seeing that bra of yours for a short time, just to open it again, wanting to see every inch of your body.

"Stand up and take off your pants" he says with his eyes on your breasts, that would fit perfectly in his hands. As you do with a little struggle to keep yourself up, his eyes glances down, looking at his art of you with a slight smile. Seeing you being wet all of his doings with just one hand, is such a view to him.

He wanted you to come back on his lap, feeling the throb of your pussy for him, but you decide otherwise. You want to pleasure him too, giving him something he wouldn't expect.

Getting on your knees, you open his legs and pull down his pants. He looks at you seductively, waiting for you to go on, you hold up for a second and admire his length, overall a bit over average but it's gonna fill you up so good.

Taking your breasts around it, to give him some stimulation is a good idea. You start to move them around his cock, seeing how he lays back his head, enjoying your doings. God your sight of him wants you to cum again, and his little hums that turn into some grunts give you a little kick, finally wanting to hear more of him, his deep voice.

His cock starts to twitch, close to cover your tits with his cum, he stops you as his hand grabs your chin lightly. "Don't. Come sit on it." he says under his little breaths, that would enter your mouth soon again. You stand up and move your cunt right over his dick, hesitating at first, unsure of how fast he would go.

Wakatoshi holds you at your hips, getting some help. His large hands almost could hold you alone like that.

"Go on" he commands as he watches you dead in the eyes, giving you a shiver down your spine, almost doing it immediately.

You get down, only just taking his tip and you are already feeling full, feeling his cock. Going to the half, it already hurts a bit, stretching you lightly, but it turns to a pleasuring pain you want to get more of.

As you arrived at his crotch, you hissed in deep, full of him and feeling his veins so intense already brings you to an orgasm already, whining through that pain. You wouldn't know that you were so sensitive for him, already having your first orgasm.

"mister I- fuck I'm sorry..." you apologize under this pain turning into a pleasure. He feels your clenching insides, getting him more aroused. "you're taking my dick good. Don't worry, I will handle the rest" and he immediately starts moving you up and down, getting out full of you and letting you down full on his length.

Tooking you by surprise, you almost scream out his name, but he could stop you with his tongue getting into your mouth once more. Only this one move is enough for him, to get more interested in you.

The only thing you can do to express your pain is by scratching his back. Your hands under his arms, reaching out to it and holding you with your fingernails, leaving some marks and getting 'toshi to grunt into your mouth. The artwork of yours looks so good in his back, and surely as he moved your body up and down, the longer those scratches will stay.

His sweat already is wandering down his back, getting his body even warmer. Him moving you up and down all the time took him to the edge and he is about to give you a creampie. How he would love so see his cum slowly wandering out of you.

Under his heavier rough breaths he got out some words. "You'll feel so good when I come into you..." And so close to getting out all what he got, a supressed moan wanders through the hand of him on your mouth. you came again, not sure if his words got an influence on that, but it was already so much pleasure to endure, as you also couldn't believe how good he let's you feel, already having your second orgasm that lasted whole 2 minutes. Surely you got his lower back red of your nails digging into his wet skin.

His twitching cock pulses into you and at the last move of putting you down, his sperm flew right out of it, warming your insides more. Your clenching walls getting out everything of his cock. Arching your back as you feel hot inside gave you the rest and you almost screamed, again held back from 'toshis hand, muffling your pleasured sound, already seeing stars and so close of passing out.

Him grunting heavily by his doings, feeling your tight pussy. Slowly his cum is dripping out of you, still having his dick in you, is making him smile light, being proud of what he has done to you.

He was the first one, to give you two or three orgasms in only one position. And he will be the only one that managed that. You feel so exhausted, your body only leaning onto his big one, but you can feel his cock getting wrapped up again.

"Haven't you done your job right?" he whispers into your ear, shortly nibbling your earlobe, already having a plan how to manage a mess like you. "No mister... I'm sorry mister..." you say exhausted, not even able to move your body right now.

Unable to predict his actions, your body is in his control now, but he waits. He waits that you earn a bit strength back, slowly stroking your head, going through your hair, holding you tight to his body. He could be considered gentle, but his impression and roughness tell otherwise.

With slow movements, you wrap your arms over his shoulder, this being his sign to go on. "hold on tight" he whispers, slowly moving up, holding you. You automatically wrap your legs around his waist but your head wasn't quite able to catch up. And in a second, he bounced you on his dick once again, moving in even further.

Your mouths already together, you moan into his mouth again, even having the feeling to melt into his sloppy kisses. Not even you didn't know that you would be so loud in one lifetime, yet your beautiful sounds that he enjoys are getting muffled by his warm lips or his hand on your swollen mouth, due to all that kissing.

Your slim walls pushing once again, gives him extra pleasure to his thickened cock. Bouncing your body while he stood up, was only the second of his list on how to fuck you, but for tonight it was the last thing.

Feeling you so tight around his dick, feeling your bouncy boobs and moving you on your arse is everything he could do to feel you everywhere, which made his cock twitchened and he came once again, letting it all out inside you, already feeling is sperm getting out around it, grunting one last time in your mouth. You would remember that grunt forever. His chest heavily moves from the exhaustion that haunts him lightly, looking at his product that he made. The view he has, still holding your body and seeing you still intertwined with him, has such an impact of him. Never thinking of looking at a more beautiful thing.

What a shame it's already over, he thinks but your whole body was tired, you exhausted and barely could keep your eyes open.

The only thing you could remember was getting brought to bed like a kid, carried like one. Only feeling some wet tissues and towels on your body. Then black... You fell asleep, while Wakatoshi took care of you. Cleaning up the living room and bringing you your clothes in the guest room.

As he was done, he came back into your room one last time to look at you, seeing you sleep so peacefully after he made you such a mess. He placed a kiss on your forehead, leaving the room with one thing in his hand. If he would've slept in the same bed as yours, there would've been speculations and you couldn't see each other ever again. He wouldn't let that happen,he is a vulnerable middle aged man.

As he got on the couch, he took the cloth out of his pockets he took of you, your underwear being in his hands, wanting to do this all day long. One little sniff and he was satisfied for the rest of the night, falling asleep on the couch, remembering the view he had from you in his dreams.

~~<3~~

The next morning, you hear some movements in the house, not quite able to assign them. You just lay in your bed, tired body and still tired mind, still trying to remember the last things from the night. As you decide to look down, you slowly stand up from the bed and stretching a bit to get a bit of the pain away that haunts you.

Climbing out of it and slowly opening the door, you see him on the stairs going up. The man that made you mess, Ushijima Wakatoshi. He noticed you on the doorframe and stopped going up, looking at you.

"the others eat breakfast, better get dressed" he says, quickly looking up and down at you, you still being naked. You speak up "I couldn't find my underwear" and as he predicted that, he gets to you, taking your hand and opening it.

This man was slightly obsessed with you and that was an understatement.

Placing his other hand on yours, giving you the underwear you searched for. Your eyes went from your hands to his face, looking up and meeting his. There's a small comfort in them now, a softer gaze than the day before, kind of hard to not lose yourself in his olive eyes. "come, get dressed and eat someting" he says with a charm in his voice, so soft yet so hot with his deep voice.

He shortly gives you a kiss on the forehead and went on going to the bathroom. You stopped him right before with your teasing words. "Missed me that much the night?" smirking to your satisfaction. Did you get him with that?

He looks back, chuckling shortly with a slight smirk. "Go dress up" he says, smiling light and disappears into the bathroom.

Wow, the short chuckle gave you little butterflies into your stomach... So attractive, you think and went into the room to get dressed.

All dressed up - with your underwear - you get down the stairs and sit down on the table where the others sit, one seat next to Wakatoshi. "Wow you slept in" says your friend, smiling to you. Quickly lying on the spot you say: "Yeah I drank a bit much champagne yesterday" and grab the juice to pour it into the glass infront of you.

As you do, a knee hits you light, not moving away from you, already knowing it's Wakatoshis. Only the little touch, not even from his hand, is making you feel comfortable, warm, maybe even a bit needy. It makes you happy, that he searches attention from you, a light smile appearing on your face.

You both shared some touches with your knees under the table as you all ate breakfast, and soon it was time to leave. Leaving your friends house, going home, not able to see him again..

With a little unsure feeling in your tummy, you pack your things in your bag, hopefully not forgetting anything. If yes, you have no shame of turning back if he would live here.

A knock on the doorframe, he stands there, leaning on it with his arm. God the marvelous sight, seeing him in that shirt, such a simple plain one, but he can style anything if it's on his body.

"Ready to leave with me?" you nod turning around and grabbing your bag, but holding in, did he say 'with me'? You look confused to him.

"I'll drive you, no talking back" he says, going away from the doorframe, longing for a short kiss and walks infront of you, ready to wait for your signal.

"okay, I can't talk back" you say, smiling at him, but is it a good time to kiss here? Well, your friend is downstairs, maybe one will satisfy your needs..

You got close to him also, your calm face awaiting his lips tells him that you also want it.

Looking at his lips was the sign to finally kiss you, he brought his hand onto your cheek, you feeling the sensation too much already and he closes your lips with his. It feels like you are on cloud 9 while getting electric shocks through your body. You lean into the kiss, he's feeling every inch of your cheek with-

"Come you guys, my mother is already away, you go now too!" you stop in shock, hearing your friends voice from downstairs. With widening eyes, you look at him moving away from your desperate lips. "We continue this another time" he whispers into your ears, making you fuzzy.

He goes down the stairs, you slowly follow, not trying to show your excitement on your cheeks.

...

"I'm gonna miss you!" Your friend says hugging you tight as a goodbye. You, laying your hands around her back. "I'm gonna miss you too, have nice holidays with him" you say and let go of her. Wakatoshi leans down to his daughter, hugging her and wishing her beautiful moments with her fiance.

You watching them, realizing that you like her dad, but he's single and you too. It felt like a match, and does she have to find out? You let that question open.

Both of you walk out of the door and wandering to his car, getting into the passenger seat, and as you watch him get into his car, you look at his thighs, now seeing that not only his back is well trained. He doesn't skip leg days.

"What city?" he asks you, answering a little late because you were.. Distracted. "xxxxxx" he looks at you, lighty having a disbelief in his eyes. "What?" you ask confused. "So we got the same destination" he answers, and also you were quite surprised but slowly replacing it with a tickling happiness in your stomach.

He starts to drive and you turned on the radio, not liking the silence when someone just doesn't turn up music while driving. It's giving you the ick.

You look out the windows but your gaze went to another thing, your thigh having a hand placed on it. It feels incredible, you had that feeling before, sure but it's always a relieving excitement wandering through your body with chills just by having his touch on your body. He notices you smiling and couldn't suppress his one, his corner of his mouth moving up.

You seem to find a pen next to you, deciding to write something on his hand. You took it, and hold down the hand with yours, writing with the other one. It sure is a spectacle, feeling his rough hands with little veins over it in yours.

He was relieved seeing your number on his hand, having some thoughts on what you guys were writing about and how he could pleasure you through the phone when he will write you...

Morning Routine [nsfw]

(Wakatoshi Ushijima x F!Reader)

a/n this is something i wrote and edited today in a single run >.< I wanted to release a haikyuu fluff fic for my tumblr debut but i was just possessed by something this morning and rolled outta bed and just typed this up hehe.. reblogs and comments appreciated!! i have like 12 unfinished works rn and i am busting my ass off to get those finished and published! please be on the lookout for more from me!

summary:: wakatoshi has a bad habit-- his morning routine revolves around you. more specifically, cumming to the sounds of you. warnings:: wakatoshi is highkey a creep/stalker but this fic is fluffy i promise music rec!:: 2fast by superm <AKA the song i listened to when writing> word count:: 1.9k

6:33 AM, the blinking clock reads. 

He doesn’t even need an alarm now. 

Silently, Wakatoshi rolls over, reaches over to his nightstand and grasps the two items he needs most– lube and toilet paper. 

Sighing, he sits himself up, leaning against the headboard of the bed, and, as if awaiting instructions, goes very, very still. 

In a way, he is waiting for orders. You just aren’t aware that you’re the one giving them. 

6:34 AM. A mere minute before you’re up and he can get started with his day. It doesn’t feel right, yet he can’t stop. Shaking his head, Wakatoshi shifts his weight around, impatient. 

I should stop. 

There it is. That nagging voice of reason that scolds him every morning. But really, at this point, he can’t function normally without you. 

There’s a certain amount of stress that comes with carrying the title of ace. All the papers praising his skills, cheering fangirls, and words of encouragement from coach only added to the ever growing expectations that people had for him. 

Luckily, when he was a senior in high school, Wakatoshi had discovered what best alleviates this pressure– not meditation, not Tendo’s comics, but sexual relief. 

Every morning, a quick handjob does the job, gets him into prime condition. He even checked with his primary doctor to ensure it’s safe and healthy to release everyday– “you’ll be fine, Wakatoshi, as long as you don’t consume too much porn,” the old man had advised kindly. 

He took the doctor’s words to heart– since he had discovered this method of relief, Wakatoshi had never viewed porn. Some of his teammates laughed at him when they found out he almost religiously avoids it, but he doesn’t want to contaminate his brain with potentially intrusive or disturbing visions. His imagination has always been enough, after all. 

Until he met you.

In a way, you’re both a blessing and a curse– probably the latter, he admits to himself. Because since he’d met you months ago, the only thing that’s been able to get him up is you. 

He’s never slept so well, his skin has never looked so clear, and, most importantly, his condition on court has never been better. He’s considered the possibility of you being a goddess, or possibly his guardian angel and can only rule those out with the fact that you, like him, masturbate. 

More accurately, masturbate. Every. Single. Morning. 

Then he hears it. The first soft moan. Wakatoshi glances at the time– 6:37 AM. You’re getting a slightly late start today. 

No matter. He lifts his hips, gently rolls down his gray sweats to his lower thigh. He’s already hard. He doesn’t even have to touch himself now to get excited. Your quiet voice and the thoughts of you are enough.

Poor you. You’re unaware that despite residing in a luxurious, single-person room reserved for school athletes, the walls are criminally thin. 

Wakatoshi pops open the lid of the lube, squirting a glob into his warm hand. He throws aside the bottle, barely registering as it bounces off the bed, only intent on listening into the sounds of you and your body. 

When he first grasps his cock, he has to hold back a groan. Despite it being an everyday routine, he still feels the same surge of pleasure as when he first started this nasty habit months ago. 

You're breathing slightly more heavily now, and he hears the sounds of your fingers inserting and exiting your body at a familiar pace. He follows along, carefully stroking up and down. 

He wonders where you’ve learned this from, because you always go at the perfect pace. Somedays, you go slower, teasing yourself, pausing just before you orgasm, but it’s always. 

It’s always exactly what he needs.

God. He knows this is wrong, even as he pumps faster with his left hand to keep up with your quick fingers. It feels so good. 

Next door, you’re beginning to let out soft cries.

He presses his thumb against the tip, holding back a moan of his own as he envisions you jerking him off. 

He’s seen your hand before– extra soft from being in gloves for multiple hours daily as a fencer. 

Thinking about your sport has him thinking about his, and now he’s back to thinking about how wrong this is. But he can’t help it, he’s already tried to give it up once– yielding horrible results. 

The day he held back and skipped a morning fap session with you was also the hardest day of his life. He had found himself unable to focus in lecture, especially grumpy towards Tendo’s typically bearable antics, and worst of all, all his hits were off. 

“Your schedule must be off,” his captain had said, casually tossing a ball high into the air.

“Bad sleep? Rough morning?” 

Wakatoshi had blinked at him wordlessly, wondering how the tall setter had guessed accurately. 

“It’s fine,” the third-year had reassured him, “just get back on track tomorrow.”

With that, Wakatoshi had found himself ‘back on track,’ masturbating with– no, to you– every morning. 

You’re moaning out loud now, almost whimpering. His cock pulses in his hands, veins bulging, growing hotter and heavy. Fuck, he just wants to see you right now. Your cute face, your sexy neck, gorgeous arms... 

He can almost see it now– your smooth thighs shaking and twisting as your small hands would grasp your pillow. He’d make you feel so good, he just knows it. He’d lean against you, kiss your neck and ear before whispering how good you are, how you’re making him cum, how much he loves you! 

You’d cum, and he wouldn’t stop. He’d want to see your eyes roll back over and over again, and he’d memorize every inch of your face.

Wakatoshi holds back another groan. His fisted hand feels so good against his cock, especially as it imagines it’s your tight pussy. 

Contrary to what Tendo believes (the only one to know about this bad habit) it wasn’t just your soft moans and quiet gasps that had him clenching his sheets as he lifted his hips.

He had long fallen for you, since you had first locked eyes with him in the long hallway. 

There was something about you. The way you always smile up at him gently– not in the way that other girls smile at him, as if they want something (usually his number)– but a genuine smile, eyes crinkling slightly.  

This unexpected attraction was only exacerbated when you sat next to him at the first-years’ dinner party. You smelled so fucking good and listened to his words with actual interest, asking him about his family and laughing at his lame jokes.

Unfortunately, he was also scared. 

He had heard about the countless rejections you’d dished out since the first day of university. 

Despite his perceived sexual ignorance, Wakatoshi knew everything there was to know– he was popular, too, in his own right. Tall and lean, there were girls throwing themselves on him left and right. 

But he only wanted you. 

Today, he must be extra stressed (especially with that upcoming psychology exam that he hasn’t studied for yet) because he’s so, so close, yet can’t seem to finish. 

Fine then. 

He leans over, grabs his cell phone. He only does this in emergency cases, which occurs about once or twice a month. 

Swiping up, he’s greeted by his photo gallery, opened the night prior for this cause. 

In his locked gallery awaits dozens of photos of you. 

Obviously none were taken by him! 

Wakatoshi’s a creep, but one with manners and boundaries. 

This gallery is cluttered with headshots of you from the school’s official website, silly photos of you that were sent into the college athlete’s group chat, and his favorite– photos of you from your close friend who sells them to him at fair prices, starting at $10 minimum. 

None are suggestive. But they still rile him up, maybe because the only connection he has with you is through your early morning activities. 

Wakatoshi desperately taps on the newest picture he bought for $40, quadruple the usual price– he can hear your breath hitching, and he knows you’re almost done. 

He wants to finish with you so bad. 

He was going to save this picture for next week, when he knows you’ll be gone for the fencing nationals and he’ll have to cum without you for an entire miserable, dreadful, god-forsaken week–

but he doesn’t care now. Nothing matters. 

It’s a glorious photo– when he heard your friend had it, he had grabbed her by the shoulders and demanded a price. 

You. On the beach. Under an umbrella. Lying on a purple towel.

He had paid an extra ten dollars for the motion picture– so he could watch you go from ass up onto your back, breasts jiggling and cheeky smirk in full action.

That’s enough. 

He holds his fist tight–one more pump and he’s finished, but he wants to make sure you’re cumming first– and he hears it– to his relief, you’re moaning and whispering– “‘m cumming!” 

Yeah, he’s cumming too. His hips lift again, and he drags his closed fist downwards against his wet cock. His vision blurs. 

“Fuck!” 

He can’t help it, today’s orgasm is especially strong, taking control of his full body. He’s shaking, mind barely in control as he continues to slowly pump to ride out the whole orgasm. After all, that’s what you’d do, right? You’d keep riding him, even as he finished and begged you to stop. 

Thank God we came together.

Sometimes, you bait him. More often than he likes, you switch it up, holding yourself back and not allowing yourself to cum before masturbating all over again for an even more powerful orgasm. Those days suck– when he’s already softening, cum all over his large hands, and you’re still going. 

He hears your bed squeak, and he sighs– as soon as it starts, it’s already over.

6:45 AM, his phone reads. Wakatoshi tosses it aside.

Thankfully, he had pulled his phone away in time, avoiding tainting the device with his release. A few times a month, he gets careless and cums onto an open picture of you, causing him to have to run through his shower extra fast so he can leave time to wipe down the device.

Rolling off the bed, he heads towards the shower leisurely. It’s also become a part of his routine to time his shower. It makes him feel even more intimately connected to you. 

Wakatoshi’s grateful you take long showers– you’ve never taken less than 24 minutes to shower, typically, they last about 34 minutes on average. That gives him the time to jump out first and wait to exit his room at the same time you depart from yours. 

Under the heat of warm water, he’s usually consumed with thoughts of you, impossible thoughts, like maybe you know. 

The wall between you and him is equally thin, and your hearing may be as equally good as his…

Maybe you know, and you like masturbating with him. 

And then, just as a precaution, he douses himself with cold water at the end of his shower, and those thoughts dissipate with the steam escaping towards the vent. 

Like everyday, Wakatoshi laces his shoes, sprays on his favorite cologne (that your friend claims you like) and inhales, bracing himself to see you. 

As he hears your feet shuffle, he pushes his door open first, stepping out into the warm hallway.

“Good morning, Wakatoshi!” You greet, eyes brightening. He nods, gulping. That’s an acceptable form of greeting, right?

As the two of you walk towards the elevator in silence, Wakatoshi can’t help but hope that this morning routine won’t be coming to a stop anytime soon. 

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a/n and that's a wrap :,) i really hope you liked and sorry the ending is highkey shit LOL as i kept editing i kept adding and removing more and more and honestly that's kind of my biggest weakness:: i'm never satisfied with my work and i'm scared ppl won't like it ... but i'm trying to overcome that!

Sober Thoughts (Ushijima x Reader) (Partly NSFW)

(Contains a skippable NSFW scene)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Drunk and full of bad decisions, you decide to walk to Tendou’s apartment to wallow in hopelessness over your feelings for Ushijima. But wait… why is Tendou taller and bulkier than usual?

A/N: (Oh wow, um so this turned into a smut?? I honestly don’t know wtf happened) Umm, umm, umm. What. 600 followers?? How? When? Whyyyy? ASkfadshkf whatever, thank you guys so much for your support!! I’m just gonna grin ecstatically in my corner over here. No, I don’t look like a maniac, be quiet. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this lil’ drunk confession oneshot to celebrate!

Warnings: SMUT!!!, cunnilingus, first-time squirting, & slight praise kink maybe??

Word count: 3636

        Tendou was a little taller than usual. And a little more… brown-haired. But you didn’t mind. You just needed to talk to someone.  

       You’ve loved Ushijima for years, ever since you first managed for his team in high school. He was so kind and sweet to you, always offering to help carry water bottles and encouraging you to be honest about the boys’ performance in a game. He loved to hear your insight, and you loved to hear his guttural voice ask for your insight. You stayed in contact ever since, all of you third years, and often went out on the weekends together. But your feelings for him eventually became too much.

       Tendou was the only one who knew how you felt, so you knew you could trust him with your drunk ramblings tonight. Seriously, you were hammered. Smashed. Absolutely shit-faced. Which explained why the wild redhead you had been friends with for a decade now looked so weird. And had a clone. Or three. 

       “YN?” Tendou opened the door to his apartment and looked down at you curiously. Did his voice get deeper too?

       “TENDOUUUUUU!” you screeched with drooping eyes. You held your arms open for a hug, but when he didn’t move a muscle you awkwardly slumped forward against his chest. “Hehe, have you been working out? You feel bigger than usual. Hehe.” Your voice held a drunken slur as you giggled into his shirt, poking the solid pec your forehead currently snuggled against. 

       “YN, it is almost one in the morning, try to lower your voice.” Ugh, he got stricter too. 

       “Jessussss, Tendouuuu, you sound like Wakajima now…” you trailed off, growing tired. He was really, really, really warm. 

       “‘Wakajima’? YN, I believe you are drunk. Shall I take you home?” You snorted at his chivalrous tone. 

       “No. You. Shall. Not,” you mumbled, poking his stomach with each word before stumbling past him and into his apartment. “Bingo,” you squinted when you spotted his sofa and trudged towards it, barely avoiding tripping over your own feet. 

       “DAMN HEELS!” You plop onto the leather furniture and hastily rip your five-inch heels off, sighing in relief as they release their satanic grip on your toes. “Ahhh, freedom.” You hiccup while throwing them in a forgotten corner of his living room, missing his lamp by just a hair. 

       “YN, please keep your voice down.” Tendou laments, trailing his bulkier form into his kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. 

       “Ohhh,” your eyes widen in surprise and tsk to yourself. “You’re right, you’re right, shhhhhhhh!” you loudly hush, throwing a finger against your lips while sagging back into his cold cushions. The TV is on, and you snatch the remote from under your dress-covered butt, giggling at the mishap while flicking through channels. 

       Tendou exhales slowly while lowering down to sit beside you, his heavier build causing the couch to dip and you to slip towards him. You allow gravity to take your head all the way to his thighs, chuckling when you land on his lap with a “flump.”

       “OH MY GOD, SESAME STREET?!” 

       “YN, please.” 

       “Right, sorry,” you nod before whisper-yelling, “Oh my God, Sesame Street!” You set the remote down on his coffee table and he places a glass of water and a bottle of pills alongside it. 

       “Aww, is that for me?” you coo, flipping your body so your back rests against the sofa and your head faces his chin. “You’re so sweet, Tendou!” 

       “YN, I’m not-”

       “Anyways,” you interrupt, kicking your bare against the slick arm of the sofa. The movement causes your little black dress to slink up your thighs just the tiniest bit, and Tendou clears his throat, desperately gluing his, hmm, dark green eyes (weird…) to your face. “I really want to talk to you about him.”

       “YN, I’m not-”

       “I know, I know,” you cut him off once again, crossing your arms against his chest. “You’ve been telling me to confess since high school, but I’m still scared!” With your nose scrunched up in frustration, you shake your head. Your hair must tickle his thighs below his basketball shorts, because he lets out a small snort that’s quickly disguised with a cough. 

       “Tendou, I just,” you purse your lips and avoid his burning gaze, “God, I like him so much. I think I might even love him.” Your voice still has a small slur, but your tone has grown serious. “He’s just… amazing. He makes me feel things I never have before, and I can’t get him out of my head at this point.”

       “Who?” Tendou asks, his recently-husky tone tinged with… sadness maybe?

       “Don’t be a jackass, Tendou,” you groan, jabbing him in the cheek as he peers down at you. “You know who.”

       “Remind me.” Even though he still has five or so twins, Tendou’s shape is slowly becoming clearer by the second. You can almost see a muscle twitching in his jaw. 

       “Wakatoshi.” Your cheeks burn, and you accidentally try to hide your face in his chest. You missed by a long shot.

       “YN!” he squeaks, turning your head back to face him while his ears tinge pink. Oopsies. Your face had almost turned to meet what was a few square inches south of his v-line. Wo-ah, guess who’s shirt lifted up?

       “Sorry, sorry!” you cry out, hiding your embarrassment behind your hands. Elmo chatters in the background about how to count to ten, which was the number of seconds it took for Tendou to respond. 

       “It’s um… it’s okay.” You can hear him gulp from your spot on his lap, and slowly uncover your face at his words. “So,” he continues hesitantly, “you like Wakatoshi?” He sounded so uncomfortable, but the mention of your crush makes your head start to swim again. 

       “Yes, I do!” Pressing your head harder into his bulky thighs, you sigh exasperatedly and fold your hands along your stomach. “What am I supposed to tell him, Tendou? It’s been years, I highly doubt he likes me back.” 

       “I’m sure he does.”

       “No he doesn’t,” you laugh bitterly. “Fuck! What do I do?”

       “Just tell him how you feel.” Tendou’s fingers start to comb through your hair, making your scalp itch every time he hits a tangle.

       “Ohh yeah, sureeee. Just go over to his apartment, knock on his door and scream, ‘I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I HAVE BEEN EVER SINCE WE FIRST TALKED!’”

       “I’m sure he would like that.”

       “Pshh, sure, and then- hiccup!-and then tell him about how I can’t stop thinking about when he first touched my hand while helping me pick up the water bottles. And that time when I wrapped his finger after spiking too much. And that time when I accidentally hugged him after you guys won that game, and that… that other time… when you- hiccup!- guys lost to… that one team-” You pass out in his lap, your rant finally coming to an end as you give in to your foggy mind and aching body. 

                               ~~~

       “Ughhh.” 

       All you can do is groan. The lights out your window are so bright, and increase the burn of the already-present headache. Birds tweet melodically outside, just loud enough that you can hear it through the pounding in your brain. 

       God, what happened?

       The last thing you remember from last night is walking out of the club and down the street, then your memories abruptly cut off directly after. 

       Then you realize something. 

       THIS ISN’T MY BED!

       “Oh fuck,” you rasp, your throat still rubbed raw from the alcohol. Hesitantly, you try to feel under the sheets for your clothes, and sigh in relief when you find them still intact. The mattress you lay on is larger than your own at home, and it’s warmth begs to be reveled in for just a second, a minute, maybe an hour longer. But the fear that you’re in some stranger’s apartment reigns supreme, and you know you need to escape. Fast. 

       Scrambling out of the hefty sheets, you sniff the air instinctively while creeping over to the door. Is that… bacon? 

       Drool begins to gather in your mouth, and you creep through the cracked doorway to track down the heavenly scent. 

       Sizzles echo from down the hall, and you start to realize that the apartment appears familiar. Why am I at Wakatoshi’s? 

       Tip-toeing around the corner, you peer into the kitchen and drop your jaw at the sight. 

       Well hello there, back muscles.

       “Toshi?” you gulp, stepping onto the hardwood floor hesitantly. 

       “YN, you’re awake. I left a glass of water and some pills out for you.” He nods his head towards the kitchen counter, and you gratefully take a seat at a stool and down the pain-relievers in one gulp, choking down the cold water like a man stranded in a desert. 

       “Thanks,” you mumble, licking your lips while rubbing your temples to relieve the ache. “Hey, do you know why I’m here?”

       “Yes,” he chuckles deeply. His voice is still thick with sleep, causing a shiver to jolt down your spine. “You came here last night thinking I was Tendou.”

       You join him in giggling at the thought, shaking your head at your own stupidity. “Why in the world was I- OH FUCK!” 

       The memories clash all at once in your brain as events from last night hit you like a dump truck. “Oh my God!” you whisper, scandalized. Running a hand through your hair, you stare into Ushijima’s humored eyes while your own widen in horror. “Oh my God! You didn’t even care to tell me you weren’t Tendou?!”

       The intimidating volleyball player only hums in confirmation, setting down a plate of bacon in front of you before leaning his palms against the counter. You catch an eyeful of six pack and bite your lip at the sight, almost drawing blood when it flexes with a quiet laugh. 

       “No, but to be fair, you talked a lot last night,” he nods, throwing the kitchen cloth he had been using over his shoulder while eyeing you up and down. 

       “Could- umm, could you put a shirt on before we discuss this?” The temptation to stare is calling out your name, and you try so desperately to remember that it’s the inside that matters, YN!

       All muscles are actually interior, though, right? So you’re technically fine!

       “I think we should talk about it now, YN.” His face grows darker as he watches you swallow nervously. The seriousness in his tone leaves you to snatch up a strip of bacon and hastily chew on it.

       “Do we have to?” you ask with a mouthful of food. “Because I think if we gave it a little time, we would both forget it ever happened.” You nod self-assuredly and shrug at the proposition, but go rigid when Ushijima leans his face closer to yours. 

       “I don’t want to forget. I want to remember that forever, and I want you to tell me that you meant it.”

       “...I was just drunkenly rambling-”

       “Don’t lie to me, YN.” He snags your hand just as it reaches for its fifth bacon strip. “Tell me honestly, and you can decide where to go from there. Did. You. Mean. It.” Ushijima has only ever looked serious during volleyball. That’s just the kind of person he was. But right now was different, in a whole new, wonderful way. Because right now he’s watching you like you could place the sun in the sky. Like you could change the tides and shift the wind. 

       “Yes.” You clench your eyes shut and draw in on yourself, clammy hands trembling against the marble counter. “I’ve been in love with you ever since high school, Toshi.” 

       For a solid minute, you sit tensely and the only audible sound in the room is his hitched breaths. Then rough fingertips trace against your cheek, begging you to open your eyes as another hand encompasses yours on the kitchen surface. Ushijima’s eyes, so dark, so endless, are swirling rivers of olive green, tainted with the occasional black speck as he stares lovingly into your gaze. His sharp jaw clenches, his thin, pink lips press together and his brow furrows into a hardened line as he watches you, and you wait with baited breath for his reaction.

       “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words.” His fingers tilt up your jaw so your lips can meet his perfectly. He’s surprisingly gentle as he caresses your cheeks, your chin, your jaw. Everything. He’s so careful with you as his fingers intertwine with your own. You can feel the years of hard practice on his hands, but he handles you like a china doll. Like you would break, if he pressed too harshly, but also that you would slip away if he lessened his hold in the slightest. 

       You release a soft moan against his lips, and his chest rumbles in return as he makes his way around the counter, not separating from you for even a second. 

       Everything is slow and unhurried, from when he picks you up bridal style to when he places you down against his mattress, pressing your hips into the sheets to keep you from slipping away. A strong knee settles between your thighs, trailing closer and closer to where you need him most. 

                               *SMUT AHEAD*

       A mewl tears its way out of your throat at the feeling of him rubbing against your warmth, holding you in place as you writhe from the feeling. It’s too much so suddenly, but it’s also not enough, and you need more.

       “More,” you whimper against his lips, “I need more, Toshi.”

       “Patience, princess.” His husky whisper sends sparks down to the center of your stomach and heat gathers in your core. You clench your thighs tightly around his thigh at the feeling and he smiles against your lips. One of his hands slips under your back, unzipping your dress while the other glides down to the inside of your thigh, petting the sensitive skin and leaving your core throbbing. 

       “Hng, Toshi,” you whine desperately. He attempts to slide the tight dress off you, but you’ve grown too hot and bothered. A loud “rip” sounds through the air along with a grunt under Ushijima’s breath. Your little black dress is tossed to the side, but your mind is too hazy to care, or rather to notice. You had no need for a bra with the dress, and Ushijima curses quietly at the discovery. 

       “Fuck, princess, you went out like this?” His pupils flare at the sight of your bare chest, and he doesn’t hesitate to run the pads of his thumbs over your peaked nipples. You gnaw on your lip, trying to stay silent to not disturb his neighbors, but the ace towering over you doesn’t seem to appreciate that idea. One hand slides down your stomach, past your navel and snaps your panties against your skin while the other massages the swell of your breast. 

       “Aah, Toshi!” A slight quirk of his lips tells you he’s enjoying every move you make, and every sound you have to offer him. Your hands snap up to his hair, yanking him down into a deep kiss that implies just how much you need him. His teeth clash against yours and his tongue fights you for dominance, sharing and giving each other tastes as his hand slips into your soaked panties. 

       “God, princess, you’re so wet already. So good for me.” He smiles into the kiss before separating and pecking the tender skin of your chin and throat. A long finger glides over your slick folds for just a second, leaving you breathless and shivering in his hold. Your hands tug his brown tufts tighter when he repeats the motion, gathering your wetness and dragging it up to your aching bud, just barely brushing it. 

       “What do you want?” he whispers, biting your neck while he hovers his touch over where you desperately crave him. 

       “You,” you choke out, swallowing dryly while trying to catch your breath. 

       “Be more specific, princess. What do you want me to do?” A bruise is formed from where he nibbles just below your ear, and the sting of its formation causes your eyes to roll back into your head. Two fingertips harshly tweak your nipple, leaving you to cry out.

       “Oh God, touch me Toshi! Please touch me!” 

       “Of course, love.” His hand leaves your breast and skims your body all the way down to under your thigh, pulling it away from his knee and pressing it against the bed to open you to his sight. The other presses against your dripping sex, leaving his thumb to rub quick circles around your clit. Your body jolts and twitches from the stimulation while you scream out his name. 

       “Toshi!” 

       He nods encouragingly against your neck, urging you on while your nails dig into his shoulder blades. At last, his head moves lower and lower down your body, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your chest and against your belly button before he slides your ruined panties down your quivering legs, instantly placing himself between your thighs as soon as they are tossed and forgotten over his shoulder. Your reach isn’t long enough, so you settle for dipping your fingers into his scalp once more, scratching and tugging at every movement his thumb makes against your swollen bud. 

       Cool breaths blow against your womanhood, causing it to clench desperately around nothing. Both his hands move for a split second to draw your legs up and over his shoulders, leaving you to cross your ankles against his back while his face dips closer to your core. 

       “Toshi, please!”

       “So needy, princess,” he rumbles with a smirk, “but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be the only one who touches you this way from now on.” His eyes flicker up and watch yours, swirling with desire and longing before he plunges a finger deep inside your soaked heat. The abrupt ability to clench around something leaves you crying out in relief.

       “Oh fuck, oh God yes!” 

       His lips wrap around your bud, sucking and running his tongue over it in deliciously quick intervals. Every switch is accompanied with a stronger thrust of his finger, and he adds another before curling them up against the spot deep inside of you that has you gushing more against his chin. You can no longer think straight, and the only word falling from your lips is his name at this point. 

       “Toshi! Toshi!” 

       The moans spur him on, and his fingers thrust even faster inside you, hitting your g-spot every time with a spontaneous precision that you can only thank his years of perfect spike-aiming for. Suddenly, just as his teeth nip your clit causing your whole body to twitch and scream, his fingers leave your clenching core and both his arms wrap around your trembling thighs, peeling you even more open to him. His nose digs into your clit as his tongue laps at your glistening folds like a man starved. You can’t breathe, you can barely speak as the pleasure coils tightly in your chest, choking you up in your throat. 

       “Yes, Toshi!” you sputter out, not ever wanting him to stop. “Harder! Oh fuck!” His hands dig brutally into your hips, holding you in place to prevent you from bucking against his face. The inevitable bruises are long forgotten when he groans at your taste. The vibration leaves you squealing just as his muscle delves into your aching sex. After his nose accidentally presses into your pulsing nub just a tad too harshly, the coil snaps. 

       “Toshi!” you scream, clenching your eyes closed as your whole body wracks in pleasure. Muscles in your legs flutter and tremble as you release with jumbled nonsense streaming from between your lips. Ushijima grunts in surprise at your sudden orgasm, and pulls back with burning eyes at your twitching form. 

       “Damn, princess, I didn’t know you could squirt.” His raspy words cause your eyes to rip open and you hastily get up on your elbows to see what he was talking about. 

       “Oh my God!” you whine in embarrassment, observing your wetness as it drenched his chin and bare chest. Droplets fell from his chin and dribbled into divots of his six pack while he watched you wolfishly. “I didn’t know I could do that! I’m so sorry!”

       You drop your head back to the bed behind you and cover your flushed face with embarrassment. Every muscle in your body ached from the position it was previously held in, and you screech in surprise and scramble away from a sudden brush against your overstimulated clit. You watch in shock as Ushijima’s mouth forms an abnormal lopsided grin. He observes the wetness he had collected on his index finger with darkened eyes.

       “God, I love you,” he mutters, his ravenous gaze suddenly flickering up to yours as he kneels onto the bed, slowly making his way towards you. His hands trail up from your ankles to your calves to the undersides of your knees while he encourages them apart once more, no matter how tightly you press them together. 

       “Let me make you do it again.”

— lap dances

various x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

oikawa : promiscuous by nelly furtado

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

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

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

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

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

kuroo : shake ya ass by blackbear

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

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

akaashi : DHL by frank ocean

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

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

bokuto : bus it by blackbear

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

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

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

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

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

kenma : freak by lana del rey

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

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

suga : trust by brent faiyaz

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

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

suna : uber by arizona zervas

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

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

sakusa : I like being by sybyr

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

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

matsukawa : jealou$y by the neighbourhood

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

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

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

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

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

ushijima : buttons by the pussycat dolls

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

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

atsumu : maria I’m drunk by travis scott

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

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

osamu : re-up by anders

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

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

Favourite Positions: Ushijima

Ushijima Wakatoshi had never paid much attention to positions before.

He had always focused on precision, control, endurance. He knew his own strength, the way his body worked, the way he could move with purpose. Most of the time, he stuck to the same tried-and-true motions, favoring what was familiar and effective. But tonight, you had looked at him with those eyes, voice soft and teasing as you asked, "Wakatoshi, can we try something different?"

He hadn’t expected much of a difference. A position was a position, right? But when he had you pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted you effortlessly—

Everything changed.

The first deep thrust had your breath hitching. The second had you whimpering, nails clawing at his shoulders. And by the third—

You were gone.

Your body tensed up so fast, so hard, that Ushijima nearly stopped, his brow furrowing as he felt you clench down tight around him, your head dropping back against the wall, mouth open in a silent moan.

His grip on your thighs tightened instinctively, muscles flexing as he kept you lifted, held, pinned completely at his mercy.

And then he felt it.

The sharp, desperate way you squeezed him. The way your entire body shuddered, overwhelmed and trembling.

Ushijima’s breath caught.

“Already?” His deep voice was laced with something close to wonder.

You gasped, hands gripping his broad shoulders, nails pressing into his skin. Your thighs quivered around his waist, your body limp from the force of your release. Overstimulated, wrecked—completely unraveled.

A slow, deliberate breath left him as realization settled in.

This position had made you lose control.

His jaw clenched, something dark flickering behind his usually calm expression. He wanted to see it again.

His grip on your thighs adjusted, his large hands spreading your legs wider, securing you against the wall like you weighed nothing. And before you could even recover, before the aftershocks of your first orgasm had fully settled, he started moving again.

Deep. Steady. Unforgiving.

His pace was measured, controlled, devastating. Each thrust pressed you tighter against the cold surface, the contrast of his warmth and the chill of the wall making your senses blur. Your body twitched in response, oversensitive and already on the edge again.

Your breath hitched, your back arching against the wall, and Ushijima watched.

His sharp eyes took in everything—the way your lips parted, the way your hands clawed at his skin, the way you gasped his name between every movement. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your thighs as he picked up the pace just slightly, enough to make you shudder.

“You like this.” His voice was calm, deep, but something about it felt different now. Like he was coming to terms with something new. Something he didn’t know about himself before.

Something dangerous.

The way your body reacted to him, the way you broke apart so quickly in his arms— he liked it.

A lot.

His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping even lower. “I like it too.”

Your head tipped forward, forehead pressing against his shoulder as your nails raked down his back, the pressure inside you tightening so fast it was unbearable.

You whimpered, the sensation of being lifted, stretched, completely at his mercy making your head spin. Ushijima could feel it. The way you clenched down around him again, the way your thighs trembled in his grip.

He exhaled sharply, holding you even tighter.

“Cum,” he ordered, voice like gravel and heat.

Your entire body obeyed.

Pleasure slammed through you like a tidal wave, your moan caught somewhere between a cry and a gasp as you shattered all over again, trembling in his grasp, body locking up completely. The force of it left you whimpering, completely spent, completely undone.

Ushijima groaned at the feeling of you convulsing around him, his pace unwavering as he rode you through it, relishing in how easily he could pull you apart.

When you finally collapsed, head lolling back against the wall, Ushijima didn’t move.

He kept you pinned against him, breathing deeply, grounding himself in the sensation of you still trembling in his arms.

His lips ghosted over your jaw, warm and firm as he pressed a kiss to your temple—but he wasn’t finished.

With a sharp inhale, he pulled back slightly, shifting his grip on your thighs before his hips snapped forward, hard. A strangled cry tore from your throat, your fingers clawing at his back as the sudden force sent pleasure crashing through your system all over again.

“Too much?” His deep voice rumbled against your skin, deceptively calm despite the way his movements turned unrelenting.

You barely managed a response—your mind too fogged, your body too overwhelmed as he pounded into you, each thrust deeper, harder, perfectly precise.

The intensity coiled tight inside you, every nerve on fire as you felt it creeping up again—fast, uncontrollable.

His grip on you tightened as he felt it too. The way your walls fluttered, how your legs trembled around him. He knew.

“You’re going to cum again.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement—a promise.

And he made sure of it.

Another deep thrust, another perfectly timed roll of his hips, and your vision whited out. The pleasure hit like lightning, your entire body jerking, shaking, completely wrecked as you gushed around him, soaking his thighs, the sound obscene in the air.

Ushijima groaned, his jaw clenching as the feeling dragged him over the edge with you. His hips stuttered, his pace faltering as he drove in one last time, spilling deep inside you with a low, guttural moan, his fingers bruising into your skin as he held you against the wall, his.

For a moment, neither of you moved—just the sound of ragged breaths and the faint, aftershocking trembles of your body in his grip.

Then, slowly, his lips brushed your jaw once more, voice deep, steady, satisfied.

“We'll have to do that again.”