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Sakusa who masturbates on all fours.

He has just been thinking about you for hours, unable to get his erection to go away. It's sensitive and borderline painful at this point, he has to do something about it. He tugs himself out of his boxers as he sits against the headboard of his bed before he starts rubbing his palm over the swollen tip. He throws his head back at the pleasure but he knows that just stroking himself will not do the trick.

So, instead, he gets up, on his hands and knees before gripping himself again and starts thrusting. His hand stays still, letting his hips and thighs do all the work as he imagines you under him. He imagines how you would whine, moan for him.

How you would beg him to go faster - and he does, snapping his hips forward with more vigor as his moans grow louder and louder. Thank God his apartment walls are thick.

What kind of things would you say? "You're so big, Omi." "You feel so good." "Harder!" "Faster!" "Just like that!" "Oh God!" "Please, please.." "Keep going!" "I love you."

And that's all he has to imagine as the hand supporting him on the bed snaps up to grip the headboard so hard his knuckles go white. The idea of you saying "I love you" has him cumming in seconds, shouting your name as he makes a mess of his freshly washed bedsheets, painting it with thick ropes of cum, proof of how much he loves you back.

HQ Boys Trying to Put a Baby in You

+genre. nsfw

+warnings. well obviously baby-making, creampies, talks of getting pregnant, bodily fluids, smut

Atsumu is committed.

Day and night he complies with your wish, having you any and everywhere he seems content with.

Whether that means fucking you on your bed, legs wrapped around him while he pounds into you, or if it means having you someplace else; like an empty locker room after a game, Atsumu is up for it all.

Personally though, you have to admit that the moments after a game are your favorite. It’s when everything is so raw and alive and the crowd has barely stopped screaming Atsumu’s name before he’s dragging you off to an empty locker room.

It’s there that Atsumu fucks you, bending you over and holding you against the lockers. You can barely think straight as he pours every emotion he has into you, letting you feel his excitement, his anger, or even his eagerness to fulfill your wishes.

On and off the court he’s so determined, and it shows when you’re pregnant less than a month after you start trying.

Non-stop fucking will do that to you though, but much to Atsumu’s pleasure the fun doesn’t have to stop there. After all, he’s already knocked you up, which means he has nine more months of you all to himself. And believe me, he’s going to savor every second of it.

-

Sakusa thought it was funny at first. Then, he’s eager.

In a way, he thought you were kidding when you told him you wanted him to put a baby in you. Like okay — he could do that, sure.

Kyoomi has always given you what you wanted, but it seems this time he underestimated how much you really wanted this. And quickly, he begins to realize that you’re not messing around.

You’re on him every chance you get, jumping his bones after practice, before practice, or any other time Sakusa doesn’t find himself busy.

You’re on him and more often that not you’re riding him, taking control of your desires which shocks the hell out of Kyoomi.

He’s used to being the one in control. He’s used to being the relentless one, but he most certainly can’t say he doesn’t like it whenever you straddle him, sinking yourself down on his cock and pleasuring the both of you until you’re nothing but blubbering messes.

Sakusa can’t say he has any complaints at all.

And in fact, he’ll start practicing less, leaving games a little earlier than usual, all just to rush home to you and have you in any ways he can.

As long as it takes, he’ll be there. With open arms, and an eager cock.

-

Kuroo can’t think of anything else. He’s literally fucked dumb.

No matter where he is, the thought of last night’s endeavors are always playing in his mind; every moan, every touch captivating his attention and it’s bad.

It’s gotten to the point where the only thing Kuroo can form a coherent thought about is your pussy. He thinks about how good you always feel wrapped around him when he’s in meetings.

He thinks about the way you squeeze him whenever you’re so close to cumming, and the way you seem to milk him for everything thing he’s worth, every time.

Kuroo’s not sure how long he can keep up with your request, simply because he’s getting overwhelmed. He craves nothing but you, wants to come home to nothing except you with your legs spread open.

And more often that not, that’s exactly what he comes home too. And as much as Kuroo knows it’s gonna overtake him, as much as he knows that your pussy is gonna suck him down a rabbit hole of desire; he still can’t resist sinking his cock into you every time, always wondering if this will be the day you officially ruin him.

-

Bokuto is insatiable.

He’s desperate to fulfill your every need, wanting to do it all for you and this is no different.

Bokuto’s only mission is to give you what you want, and if his baby wants her pussy filled every night then who is he to deny it?

In fact, he’s right there with you and before you can even blink, buried inside you to the hilt.

The feeling of his heavy balls slapping against you is one that you will always welcome, knowing that it’s your job, your duty to milk him for everything’s he’s worth. After all, that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted him to fill you up until there was no possible way you weren’t pregnant.

You wanted him to fuck you like your life depended on it, and so you told him that. And so he delivered.

Every chance he gets, Bokuto makes a mess of you on his cock, cumming into your womb again and again.

It got to the point where he was overstimulating himself, but he didn’t care. He had a one track mind when it came to you and besides, Koutaro could never resist making you happy. And if his cock could do that, then you better believe he’s going to be buried in your cunt any chance he got.

Fucking you over and over until he was sure his princess got everything she wanted.

[baby fever] - ft. sakusa kiyoomi

wc: 400

iwaizumi | ushijima | atsumu | osamu

You quietly slip into the gym, taking your seat on the stands to watch the boys finish up practice. You hear the whistle and your eyes are drawn to where Iwaizumi is running drills. You can’t help the smile on your face when you see the athletic trainer standing there with his daughter, only reaching knee height, but diligently blowing the whistle every time her father gives her shoulder a tap. 

Iwaizumi calls out the last set of drills for the day and you don’t have to wait long before a dark, curly head of hair hovers overhead to shade you from the harsh lights of the gymnasium. 

You crane your head backwards, smiling widely. “Hi,” you greet your boyfriend. 

“Hey,” Kiyoomi says. 

“You don’t need to shower?” you ask.

“Nah,” he responds. “We can shower at home.” 

“Okay.” He takes hold of your hand naturally. Kiyoomi is silent but pleasant on the walk home. You hold the conversation, but you don’t mind as he hums in affirmative and flashes you his sweet close-lipped smiles in acknowledgement at the appropriate times.

“Did you see Iwaizumi’s kid?” you ask casually. 

“Hm.”

“Do you like kids?” you peer at him through your lashes.

He looks at you strangely. He thinks for a bit. “No.” 

You pout a bit. “But she was so cute!” 

“More hassle than they’re worth, don’t you think?” 

He says this in a lighthearted tone but you ponder this seriously. “I mean yeah, but don’t you think a few really good moments can outshine the ugly? It would be worth it.”

He glances at you, slightly taken aback by your earnest response. 

“I’m not pressuring you though, okay? Just want you to know that you’re the one I want a family with someday.” 

He nods slowly but says nothing else and you drop the topic willingly. He’s silent the rest of the walk and you know you got him thinking. 

When you arrive at home, he keeps his hold on your hand until you’re both standing in front of the bathroom door. You tilt your head at him in question, but don’t pull away. 

He squints a bit, like he can’t believe what he’s about to say next. 

“We have to get married first, okay?” 

“What?” 

“Married. That has to come before the kid is… conceived,” his cheeks flush a bit. 

You laugh easily, “okay, Kiyoomi.” 

He lets go of your hand, retreating into the bathroom. You make your way to your room to change, all smiles, but Kiyoomi’s hand jolts out to grab onto you. 

“Aren’t you coming in?” he asks. 

Your smile turns into a huge toothy grin, as you cheekily tell him, “I guess we could practice now if you’re so inclined.” 

He rolls his eyes, but his cheeks are red to his ears.

— PORCELAIN DOLL | sakusa x fem!reader

-> synopsis: warming up to expanding your family

-> cw: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, smut, mentions of children and pregnancy, breeding kink, creampie, mating press, spit as lube, unprotected sex, fingering

-> wc: 1.5k

-> a/n: added more cos the whore in me took over but @chi-anpan gave me the original idea (happy?)

A soft smile lifts the corners of your lips as the fabric spills through your fingers. It’s soft and a little worn with age, yet still as pretty as it was all those years ago. The cotton is light, complete with tiny, puffy, pink sleeves and little ribbons. There’s another, stitched from emerald velvet, just as small, just as dainty. 

The collection of dresses is small, a mere few, but you cannot bring yourself to part with them. When you look at them, you can almost picture what a miniature version of yourself and your husband would look like. 

Would she have his dark curls? Or hair like yours? Would her eyes be as dark and bottomless as his, sparkling with curiosity or would they look like your own pair? Would she have his moles? His slender fingers? His bluntness? His quiet demeanour? Would she be daddy’s little princess? 

Your eyes grow unfocused, looking somewhere beyond the present, at something unwritten. So lost in your fantasies about the future that you don’t hear the creak of the door as he enters the living room, only jolting from your thoughts when he brushes against your fingers. 

“What’s this?” he murmurs, plucking another dress from the pile and scrutinising it, a furrow nestling between his brows. You sigh wistfully, placing the dress back onto the sofa and smoothing it out so that you can continue to admire it. 

“My mum sent me some of the clothes she kept from when I was little.” Sakusa hums, holding the article of clothing up before him. 

“You were tiny.” 

“I was a baby, Omi,” you giggle and he shrugs, neatly folding it up and putting it to the side. “Are you keeping them?”

“I’m not sure.” What purpose did they serve, apart from taking up storage space and fuelling your daydreams?

The two of you had discussed children in the past, and Sakusa was a little unsure about the two of you starting your own family. Children were messy, expensive and loud. They needed attention and love, and he didn’t know if he was able to share what he poured into you with another being. His love was for you, and you alone. 

But the longer he looks at these tokens of your childhood, images begin to fill his mind. Of a little girl, barely coming up to his knees, tottering around in one of these very dresses. Her hair would be tied into bouncy little pigtails with pretty ribbons and her pudgy little hands would reach up for him to lift her into his arms. She would cling to him, sweet and shy and looking every bit as angelic as her mother. 

Slowly, he stands, still stuck on the image of the little girl gazing up at him with your eyes, framed by wispy lashes and soft wonder. 

“Omi?” Wordlessly, he tugs you up by the wrist and you stumble a little in your surprise. There’s an unreadable expression on his features, one that makes your pulse quicken. Large hands come up to cradle your cheeks, his long fingers finding their way easily into your hair, tangling themselves into the strands.  

His stare is intense before he swoops down, lips pressing against yours almost fervently, desperately. He’s pulling you closer, driven by a need, a want, something archaic in nature. He parts from you, breathing hard and a little flushed, chewing on his bottom lip as the last of his resolve crumbles. 

“Bedroom. Now.”

With one smooth movement, he sweeps you into his arms, ignoring your shriek of surprise as he marches you to your room. 

“Omi! What- wait a sec!” 

“I wanna try,” he says simply, unceremoniously dropping you on the mattress before tugging off his t-shirt. His curls bounce when they catch on the collar, and he moves to hover over you to capture your lips once more. “I wanna know.”

His tongue slips between your lips and you moan, both from the sensation of him licking into your mouth and the implications of his words. Because if there’s one thing your husband has always been, it’s careful. The man has always taken every precaution to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, and though it’s highly unlikely that you’ll bear results from this moment, it’s a step in the direction of adding to your little family. 

“I can’t get the image out of my head,” he breathes against your lips, helping you tug off your shirt before gently pushing you back into the pillows. You lift your hips without prompt, helping him shimmy your pants and underwear down your hips to leave you bare for him to admire. Sakusa smooths his hands up your thighs, pushing them apart and settling between them as he pushes the waistband of his joggers down.

“What?” you ask curiously, watching him pump his hardening cock with one hand and slipping the ring and middle finger of the other into his mouth to wet them. They pop free, shiny and slick. Your husband doesn’t answer, instead running his slippery fingers over your clit and down to your entrance, where he prods experimentally.

Careful. Always careful.

Easing his fingers inside you, he thrusts them shallowly a few times, thumb nudging at your clit and forcing you to let go of a pleasured gasp. He leans forward, your bare chests pressing together as he offers you an open mouthed, messy kiss, fingers working steadily until your hands are in his hair and you’re tugging at his curls.

“‘M gonna fill you up,” he mumbles against your mouth. “You want that? Hm?”

A whine escapes you when his fingers draw away and smear over his weeping cock, guiding it to drag heavily over your clit. “Want it, Omi. So bad.”

Even though the hunger leaks from his very pores, he can’t help but admire the way your cunt shines in the dim light of your room, soaked and ready to suck him in over and over. Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, he lets his cockhead slide down and part your labia before he slowly pushes in with a grunt. 

Sakusa loses the little scraps of composure left in him once he feels your silky walls immediately hug his shaft and invite him to sheath himself to the hilt. Your achingly hot insides unravel every ounce of logic and restraint in him, filling his bones and blood with his baser instincts. 

To fuck you. 

To fill you. 

His hips draw back before he’s pounding into you roughly, making you cry out  and cling to his broad back, nails digging into his skin as he pushes you down into the bed. Grunting, he bears down on you, the angle of his hips shifting slightly so that his cock brushes against your sweet spot and makes you mewl. 

“Gonna fuck you so full,” he growls, bringing your thighs higher. “‘Til you can’t hold it in. That should work, right?”

“Please!” you gasp, pulsing around him. 

“Should be enough to make you a mama, right? You want that? Wanna give me a little baby?”

Incoherent babbles of yes and please tumble freely from your lips as your back arches and you snap, cumming hard with a sob of his name. But Sakusa doesn’t pause, even though your cunt constricts tightly around his cock. Instead, he pushes forwards and folds you in half, guiding your legs to dangle over his muscular shoulders. 

There’s no way you can even squirm now with how his large body looms over you, trapping you in place so that he can slip his cock deeper into you, stroking your insides slowly, the tip kissing your cervix with promise. He hums as the glazed look in your eyes fades a little, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your calf. A hand smooths over your damp skin before resting at your belly, his thumb stroking thoughtfully at the soft flesh.

Hips pulling back, he forces the air from your lungs, quickly returning to a relentless pace. You feel him everywhere, inside and out, through skin and sinew. There’s no telling where either of you begin or end. You are more at one with each other than you have ever been, intertwined down to your souls at the thought of giving breath and life to the epitome of your love.

“‘M gonna cum,” he pants, gripping your hips firmly, blunt nails denting your skin as he drives himself into you as far as he can go. His fingers find your clit and push you to another orgasm, your toes curling as your cunt contracts and squeezes on him. A strangled noise leaves his throat, a mix between a groan and a keening sob as he climaxes too, thick ropes of cum filling you one after the other. You whimper, dizzy with pleasure, clinging onto him for dear life. 

Breath hot against your cheek, he raises himself slightly, brushing the hair from your face and leaning down to kiss you softly. 

“I’m not done yet,” he whispers, cock twitching inside you. “Nowhere near.”

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