. LIQUID LUCKyou'd Travel Far Across The Moon Just To Get To Tobio's Sweet Love

⑅ ۫ . ෆ ˟ ໒꒱ LIQUID LUCK you'd travel far across the moon just to get to tobio's sweet love

tobio kageyama x sub!f!reader ౨ৎ . . . nsfw — mdni ໒꒱ ⋆˚✩. tipsy tobio is a dirty talker / established relationship / oral [ m -> f ] / praise / finger sucking / teeny bit of dacryphilia / breeding ++ mentions of marriage n having kids / squirting / petnames / you n tobio are so in luv squeee !

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the japan men’s volleyball team locker room is vacant now— three hours after an olympic gold medal win, two hours after champagne showers and happy hollers and tipsy interviews, one hour after everyone had already made their way back to the olympic village.

the japan men’s volleyball team locker room is vacant now, nearly— it’s pitch black, nearly, save a single LED light shining bright and white under tobio kageyama’s bench where your back arches off the mahogany wood and the heels of your feet dig further into his shoulder blades at the alcohol-stained lips that desperately suckle on your clit.

“tastes so good, ‘s all mine—”

“tobi—”

“so fuckin’ sweet, shit.”

“t-tobi…”

it’s not like your lover to dirty talk you— it’s not very much like tobio kageyama to talk at all when he’s fucking you, saving his noises to mostly grunts and groans and whines that get all tangled in his throat— but you adore it when he gets like this. you adore when he gets all touchy and clingy and desperate for your love after he’s knocked back a couple drinks, you adore the growl in his voice when he tells you, oh, my love, i need you so bad, you adore the shower of praises and kisses and bold touches where his heart lies in his fingertips and he smudges lines of pink and red all over your flesh.

“pretty pussy’s all mine,” tobio moans when he pulls away, eyeing how your hole twitches and clamps around air as it searches for something that only he can give you— it’s hungry and ready with how much of your creamy slick oozes from it, how much you pathetically leak for him. “fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“tobi, ‘s embarrassing—!” your protests are shushed when he moves back up to meet your lips and kisses you messily, evidently drunk by the slur of his words and the champagne on his tongue that hits you after the saltiness of your release.

a sharp glint of bright white has one of your eyes squeezing shut when he shifts to look down at you caged beneath his broad frame and sinewy arms, the gold of the medal hanging loosely from his neck reflecting in the light of his name plaque carved into the wall.

and, oh, tobio thinks you look so pretty when the heavy metal thuds against your cheek amidst his soft swaying— he thinks you’ll look even prettier with his victory wrapped around your neck, because what’s his is yours, yours is his. “fuck, couldn’t have won this without you, sweetheart.” he brings the gold up to his lips to place a kiss on it, lowering it back to you so you can place another one right over his.

your fingers scrabble at tobio’s hand, holding it tightly to your chest— to your heart— because you think the sheer sincerity in his voice is enough to have you losing balance and falling into an abyssal love. but that’s okay, that’s where you belong, deep, drowning in it, because you love him, you love him, you love him.

“love you, i love you, tobi— so, so much; love you forever…”

and with your admission, tobio thinks you just might kill him. with that glassy, hazy, adoring look in your eyes, and how you press his palm to your heart, giving him your entire soul on a silver platter— it cuts into his chest and carves deep into his flesh. your words are flames, and they are but dew on his skin, soothing and healing. 

something knots in his throat; he’s overwhelmed— by the rush of alcohol in his blood, by how sweet you’re being for him, by the painful ache of his cock as he slides the length up and down your folds. “oh, fuck— i-i love you too. forever, yeah? love you forever.”

tobio hunches over so close to you, cupping your cheeks with delicate care— like you’re crafted from fine porcelain— before he kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you; he kisses you like he’s saying thank you, like he’s saying you’re everything to him, like he’s saying his win is your win, like he’s saying he loves you.

he pulls back to admire how puffy your lips look now, wiping the tears that dew at your lashes from the painful pulses of your weeping hole— from how badly you need him inside you. “t-tobi, wan’ you inside… please, please?”

you’re shushed by the prod of his thumb at the swell of your bottom lip, collecting the drool that sits there, before you obediently take the digit into your mouth. his cock jumps against your clit and tobio doesn’t realize his mouth has been watering at the show you’re putting on for him until a drop of spit lands on your shoulder— your smaller fingers lightly wrapping around his wrist to hold his hand in place, sucking and swirling your tongue around his thumb, licking the tip repeatedly and hollowing your cheeks as if it were his cock in your mouth instead.

“y-yeah, good girl, good fuckin’ girl.”

your hips grind up mindlessly against tobio’s cock at his praise and your mind fogs up with submission, taking the digit deeper, deeper, suckling and licking until you’re dripping spit down your chin.

with his free hand, he holds the heavy weight of his cock in the palm, thumbing at his leaking slit to coax more pre-cum out from it and using it to lubricate you further as he slowly pushes his aching, flushed tip past the tight ring of muscle lining your entrance. there’s a loud squelch that follows when he gets his bulbous head settled in between your sticky walls, and he can’t suppress the noise— something in between a groan and a laugh— that escapes him, “fuck, y’hear that? that’s my liquid luck.”

“uh huh, ‘s yours, ‘m all yours,” your voice comes out as a sweet, broken keen, one that dizzies tobio and sends blood rushing to his cock.

“you’re gonna be the death of me…” his breathing picks up pace as he shallowly thrusts himself deeper into your cunt— it clings onto him like a vice— like it loves him, like it wants to milk him dry. 

he sinks fully inside of you until he’s buried deep in your sopping cunt, and it’s a perfect fit: where his oozing tip is pressed up snugly against your cervix, every ridge and vein hitting all the right spots that line your walls. and then he leans his whole weight on you, pushing your thighs back to meet your chest until the backs of your knees land on his shoulders, hips swirling to grind his pubic bone down on your sensitive clit. your chest arches into his almost instinctually, fingers finding his face to trace hearts over high-set cheekbones. “w-wanna kiss you, tobi.”

your boyfriend chuckles adoringly in response, not ignoring the heavy ache of his cock against your slick walls at how fucking adorable you look underneath him— pouty and glassy-eyed as you tug him closer by the lanyard of his medal, and he can’t do anything but indulge your desperation, brushing his lips against yours softly, once, twice, until he feels your sugary breath settle in his lungs and suddenly, he’s left craving more. 

his hips begin to rock against yours, and with each drag of his fat cock along your gummy walls, a knot begins to boil hotter in the pit of your stomach. your lips break free from tobio’s when his thumb finds your clit, tracing his name over the puffy nub, and you can only bring yourself to look up at him through lust-ridden lids.

he looks so gorgeous like this, so, so stunning with his hair slicked back by his fingers and the small strands that bounce and fall and curl around his love-blown eyes— it’s like he’s made of stardust and moonshine and tufts of clouds from the heavenly skies because he’s so incredibly beautiful that it gives you such a strong kick, one that sends you toppling back into the deep end and has you drowning in his love.

“you won me this gold medal, what d’you wan’ in return? a ring? a baby? fuck— i’d give you the whole universe if you asked. put the fuckin’ oceans in the sky for you.”

“tobi—" a pornographic moan escapes you at how romantic he’s being and you’re almost certain he doesn’t realize the effect his champagne-kissed words have on you— your toes curl and hips grind up mindlessly into his, pussy throbbing on his cock when your clit brushes against the fine hairs at the base.

tobio bites back a gasp at how you clench around him, head hanging low and medal softly slapping your cheek with each slow, deep stroke, “s-shit, you like that, huh? tell me what you want, sweetheart—"

“wan’ your cum— wan’ it inside— in here,” you cut him off with needy babbles as you bring his palms to your tummy, laying them gently over the love bites that scatter your flesh likes the stars scatter the night sky— an eternal reminder that you’re his. “please, please— wanna make you a daddy— oh, fuck—!” 

your voice breaks off into little pants when he sinks fully inside you again without warning— crotch flush against your cream-coated folds and the tip of his dick swirling deliciously over that one sensitive spot where you needed to feel him the most.

it’s staggering— how adorable you’re being for him, with your sweet pleas and twinkling eyes, he can’t help but huff out a growl through gritted teeth before leaning down to kiss you; it’s filled with so much love and so much fervour when he swallows your pretty cries with his tongue in your mouth and, fuck, he’s certain that even the thought of you is enough to bring him down to his knees. 

“perfect— you’re my perfect angel, yeah? gonna make you a mommy, gonna make you my wife, gonna make you the happiest girl alive.” 

and it’s all so much, too much you think, the thumb he has pressed flat against your tongue to pacify your sobs, the promises he wipes your tears away with, the sound of gold thudding harshly against wood when he thrusts into you at a different angle— one where the tip of his cock knocks at the sponge of your cervix in a way that has your hips rocking up into his own. “tobi, tobi, tobi, please, ‘m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum—” 

your words pull a harsh groan deep from tobio’s stomach, his vision doubling at the shaky lilt to your voice, at the manicured nails that dig into his back and claw red wings there— an eternal reminder that he’s yours. “ that’s it, c’mon, cum all over my cock—"

“n-no! no, no, wanna cum with you!” you cut him off with a sharp keen, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer, closer, until his lips meet yours and there’s no space for air between your bodies.

tobio can’t help but crumble to ashes as you squeak into the kiss, as you cling to him— it’s heart-wrenchingly cute how badly you need him. your little whimpers of tobi, tobi, please cum— want you in me forever remind him of how much he loves you, so much, it reminds him that he is the only one for you on this planet and every other, he is the only one that can ever make you feel this way— and, fuck, it fills him with a rush that he thinks he’ll never find in winning an olympic gold medal. the knot of fire that treads up his spine coils tighter, tighter on itself at your panted breaths and pathetic whines of his name. it brings tobio to the heavens.

and it makes him cum, it makes you cum too— licks of heat searing down your abdomen to boil at the apex of your thighs, ropes of thick white splattering the walls of your womb just as your pussy convulses around his length. a strangled whine rips from his throat when tiny squirts push past your cunt where the creamy base of his cock sticks to your folds.

your heart dances with tobio’s when they meet on the tip of his tongue, his nose brushing against yours with so much delicate care and a boyish chuckle pushing past him when your hips swirl in cute little motions to catch your clit on his pubic bone, grinding up and chasing his cock to keep it plugging you full. “tobi.” 

it comes out as a sniffle, and he can’t help but blush at the small pout you send his way. 

“yeah, princess?” he moves back to pull out of you, but your legs slip down from his shoulders in between his arms to wrap around his waist, ensuring his full length is kept inside your stuffed hole.

“if you move it’ll all leak out,” you whine, pitchy and petulant, “don’t wan’ it to— wan’ it to stay in me forever ‘nd ever…”

his seed as a sliver of him in your tummy, a sliver of his love kept in your body until the end of time— his head falls forward into your neck where he can only bring himself to huff out an endearing laugh and repeat your words, “forever ‘nd ever, huh…?”

“mhm… forever ‘nd ever, ‘nd ever.”

you tug on the medal’s lanyard to prompt him to meet your gaze, absolutely cockdrunk and bambi-eyed with your bottom lip tugged coyly into your top teeth— tobio knows that look well, you cheeky little minx; and you giggle when you clamp down around him and coax another tiny ribbon of cream from his slit, evident by a sharp moan that escapes him mid-breath.

he's dizzy— either from all the alcohol or the intensity of his high or a mix of both, but he still manages to bar you to his chest with two steady hands against your back and raise you both so that you’re sitting upright on the bench, and you cry out at the shift in position, at how his cock is nestled so incredibly deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your womb.

and it’s a sound that so sweet, so tooth-rottingly sweet, because tobio can’t help but mutter out small proclamations of his love as he lays them all over your face, can’t help the excruciating ache in his limbs and muscles and the uncomfortable twist and turn of his organs because, god, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

“gold looks good on you, tobi,” you whisper, cheeks burning with warmth from the wideness of your smile and at the accidental tickle of his fleeting touches— you’re floating— high on his love, floating higher, higher, until you’re swimming in the oceans he put in the sky for you, the waterfalls up in the clouds. 

the loss of his touch brings you back down to earth— his fingers are sticky, sweet and salty with drying champagne and a mix of your releases, but he could care less when he removes the medal from his neck and hangs it around yours, carefully laying the gold flat on your sternum, right above your heart.

and maybe he jumps the gun a little when he rubs your ring finger and searches for something that’s not there— when he starts thinking about white picket fences and sippy cups and toddler-sized clothing of his jersey, of an angel with his hair, your eyes, his nose, your smile— the most beautiful blessing of all.

“it looks better on you.”

there’s an ache in tobio’s chest that travels to his cock as he looks down at you with his soul fanning across your face in sweet breaths— at his dreamgirl in his little dream world, the angel that breaks all his falls, the one he’ll hold on to and make one night last a lifetime with.

from coco ๑‧₊˚ ෆ aaaaa .. AAA ! here is mega ultra supa lovestruck tobio for u .. maybe ooc but ! mm hhh i dunno i headcanon him 2 get more vocal like dis when he’s drunk eheh :3:3 n e whooo i hope u luvd dis as much as i luvd writing it >o< lemme know if u did <3

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Haikyuu!! Kinktober 2022—Tales of Deviance

◈ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sakusa x fem-bodied reader (no pronouns)

◈ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: established relationship, sweet + intimate, no power dynamics, sounding + slight hand job, mentions of masturbation (sakusa), no pet names, brief dry humping, sakusa guides reader

◈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: minors dni

◈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.8k

◈ 𝐚/𝐧: @butterscotch-ripple-icecream here you are! (let me know if you were referring to another sakusa fic in your ask, but I assumed you were talking about this one!)

The thin sounding rod is warm from Kiyoomi, having rolled it between clean palms before giving it to you. He reaches for the lubricant on the bedside table, turning back and pressing a small amount onto his fingers as he watches you regard the metal rod and its gentle ridges; the tips of his fingers slide down the rod while you still hold it, evenly spreading the lubricant. For such a procedural preparation, the implications were nothing short of sensual, erotic.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to bring this up sooner,” you say quietly, as if afraid to disrupt this moment.

There’s a smile to Kiyoomi’s face, a demure thing, when he removes the remainder of the lubricant from his hand with a towel that he had placed by the bed as well. “I didn’t know if it would be something you’d want to do.”

“Of course, it’d be,” your eyes flit from the rod to your lover, chin tucking slightly in anticipation. 

He kisses your cheek to hide the flush on his own, bringing you closer to him, to sit you in front of his spread legs and reddened cock; he’d been hard the moment he brought out the varying sounding rods for you to see, noting your every expression as he explained how different aspects and widths of the rods provided different sensations. For now, he’s given you one of the rods he most often uses, an easier width to take than the larger sizes.

Kiyoomi strokes himself once, twice, before he encircles his hand around the base, all whilst you watch. In his other hand, he takes your own, guiding you to poise the tip of the rod at the small opening of his urethra. The fingers of your unoccupied hand brace against his thigh, nails pricking at the skin there and his cock twitches from the inadvertent stimulation.

“Go slow, I’ll show you what to do,” he breathes, lips parting as he brings your hand down to feel the sounding rod press at the wet slit of his cockhead, before he lowers it further to push the rod within. The peak of his throat bobs when he swallows. “Just like that.” 

His other knuckles brush affectionately along your forearm until Kiyoomi takes your hand at his thigh and brings it upward to rest on his stomach, wanting you to feel the muscle and fat of his body twitch and tremble, eventually curving your fingers around his cock to place his atop yours, keeping himself steady in order to guide the rod deeper. And despite his experience with this sensation, with using this sounding rod on himself during the nights of when your relationship had been newer and he simply couldn’t keep from thinking of you as you slept in your own apartment many miles away, there’s something wholly different when it’s you who he feels tighten around his cock instead of his hand while you continue to gently work the sounding rod into his swollen head.

Kiyoomi takes your hand that holds him and leads you to give him short strokes up and down his shaft, the wet sounds of his and your palms cause his brow to pinch, mouth dumbly falling open when you begin to play with his tip by your own volition as his fingers tremble. It’s then that Kiyoomi gives you his first soft moan of the night, murmured into the space between your bodies; the rod only goes deeper and deeper into his cock, Kiyoomi’s foot pushing into the bed sheets behind you. Because something in him grows depraved over the thought that it’s you who fills him up, feeling the weight of the rod, the pressure of it that makes his cock bob instinctively.

He feels you straddle his thigh now, heavy eyes opening to see you try to press your clothed clit against him to satiate your own need. You rock yourself over his upper leg, hands still playing with him, and the rod’s looped base finally presses flush against his tip. Kiyoomi peers down to see the entirety of the rod has been nestled within his cock before he tugs you to his large body, nearly whimpering when the warmth of your pussy is pressed along his shaft as he kisses you, pulling away to groan against your cheek when you place your hand back on him, moving down to squeeze softly at his balls. He truly can’t help but to let his head fall to your shoulder, to let you tilt your own head down to see the aching cock below you, to want you to understand he’s utterly yours.

Sweet Angel

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Corruption Kink, virginity loss, lots of fumbling and figuring out what to do, multiple orgasms, creampie, experimentation

Kinktober 2022 Day Six

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steal his gender while he’s busy rambling about the power of friendship, he won’t notice :)