— Guidance —
pairing: bokuto x f!reader, hinata x f!reader | msby manager!reader
length: 2021w ✧
summary: Someone needs to show Hinata how to treat you right, so Bokuto takes the matter into his own hands.
tw — corruption, exhibitionism, vaginal sex, oral (f.receiving)
Bokuto watches with a frown as Hinata talks to you. He’s still not quite sure what brought you to their training court today, but you seem to be enjoying yourself.
You hem and haw so much over Hinata that it is becoming hard to watch. You talk to him in a delightful manner, hanging off of your arm and turning your ass to him whenever you get the slightest opportunity to do so.
You are ripe for the plucking, but Bokuto notices that Hinata does not go for it. Not for a lack of interest, he assumes; you’re a total beauty, and whenever you’re around, everyone always looks like they’re about to drool right then and there. It doesn’t take a lot of effort for you, as their manager, to get them riled up enough that they set out to practice all on their own just to work off some steam.
You’re so well-behaved and soft-spoken, everything he loves and more. He’d take you in a heartbeat but it is obvious that Hinata has set his eyes on you with a kind of desperation that is pitiful.
Hinata has good intentions, but… he is young. Very inexperienced. He has not the first idea how to treat you so openly vying for a dicking, and it has lost its humor some time ago.
Bokuto takes another chug from his water bottle, slowly wiping the droplets off of his upper lip and the sides of his mouth.
Hinata reaches down, his hand lightly hovering over your hips. You immediately freeze and turn to him, your eyes undecipherable as they look at him—
Hinata flushes slightly. He loses the momentum and quickly takes his hand away again while apologizing. Bokuto slams his bottle down on the surface of the bleachers with a loud crack. The sound distracts you from Hinata, you jump and turn to stare at him as he stands and makes his way over to you, face set in grim determination.
“Hinata.”
“Y-Yes? …”
It is a damn shame. Hinata is not bad-looking by any means and nor is he insecure, but whenever you’re around, he deteriorates into a drivelling idiot.
“I’m gonna help you and show you how this is done.” He reaches out and grabs you by the hand, pulling you away from Hinata’s side and against his own broad chest.
You flail for a second, confused about the new scent invading your senses, but after a reassuring rub of his hand on your shoulders, you calm down fast.
“Uh… Bokuto-san?” is the only thing Hinata says despite his confusion.
Bokuto glances up from you. Hinata is watching you, his pale skin flushed a dark red. His big eyes are on you, watching how your face is pressed against the man’s chest, tucked away shyly.
“You will get her sooner rather than later,” Bokuto grins, trying to calm any hurt pride before it can flare.
Hinata swallows. For now, he seems willing to just sit there on the stool trembling beneath his weight, and to watch what Bokuto will be doing to you.
“She may look small and delicate, but she is not,” Bokuto starts with an indulgent pat to your back. He pulls you again, half lifting and half guiding you around until he has unceremoniously made you bend over and pin you to the table Hinata is sitting at.
“She can take a bit of rough handling and it’s okay. I’m pretty sure she even wants us to.”
He glances down at you, gauging the glassiness of your gaze before reaching down with his free hand and yanking your skirt up.
“There… look at this mess,” he murmurs on a sigh, then clicks his tongue playfully. There’s slick dampening your panties. Hinata leans forward, his hands clasped on his lap as he watches and learns like a good boy.
Bokuto smirks. He palms one of your cheeks to the side and leans down some, inhaling loud and deep.
“Isn’t it a beautiful thing? So cute and barely used… and she smells so good. So… ready.”
You are squirming but you’re neither trying to get away nor telling him to stop it. Some of your hair has slipped in front of your face, giving you at least a bit of dignity while Bokuto purveys you like a piece of meat.
“She wants it desperately. You can tell, can’t you?”
He moves your panties to the side and his fingers over, easily spearing it into your soft opening. Your cunt is soft and pliant; more than ready for cock.
You moan low in your chest. You sound like you’ve finally been able to rest your weary bones after days of walking. Bokuto smirks and slowly starts moving his index and middle finger, idly fucking the you on them while shifting his attention back to Hinata.
The younger’s face is flushed a deep red, his big eyes looking almost painfully bright.
“But… you haven’t asked—” he starts, voice breaking so badly that he falls silent again all on his own.
Bokuto hums and nods. He looks down on you once more, watching how swollen your lips have become. It gets puffy seemingly all on its own; just from a bit of a stretch around Bokuto’s fingers.
As he mulls his words over he begins to open his own slacks—without any hurry. You’re not going anywhere soon.
“She’ll definitely let us know quite clearly if she doesn’t enjoy it.”
He slowly pulls his fingers out and both of them stare as the slick stretches long. There’s just so much of it… Bokuto grabs his cock and starts to slowly slide it over your lips. You seem to freeze when you feel the fat head graze against your slit again and again, but you still don’t try to get away.
“See what I told you? She looks so small and delicate—but you’re sorely mistaken if you think she doesn’t want more.”
There’s not a hitch in his lecture, even when he finally starts to push into the silky hot clutch of your cunt.
Your eyes flutter shut, you’re moaning loud with deep satisfaction. Bokuto opens his eyes and leans over, gently brushing the hair from your face to watch how your eyes are rolling up into your head and your tongue is lolling out. Hinata looks shocked having jerked up from his chair, but Bokuto gestures for him to sit back down.
As the younger man watches, Bokuto begins to slowly fuck you. It does not need a hard pounding to get you delirious and on edge… not when his cock is involved. He has you singing in mere minutes, grabbing desperately at the edge of the table you’re spread out on, babbling for either mercy or for him to give it to you faster and harder.
It’s as if he knows exactly where to aim and releases his arrow with a painstaking accuracy. Hinata realizes that this is definitely not the first time. His mouth goes dry.
“Nothing compares to this,” Bokuto tells him slightly out of breath. He stares him down, not slowing in his efforts to drive you wild with the cock in your belly. “It feels like… heaven. And she will even thank you for it. … Won’t you, pretty girl?”
He looks down at you, huge hand gently petting down your back. He’s not even undressed you
“Th-thank you…” You slur, trembling and legs ready to give up it’s not for the table underneath you.
He tugs at your hair and you easily go up, hand fisted tightly near your scalp. He reaches down and his other hand circles your form and gropes your tits, and you – Hinata really thinks he hears you start to mewl.
Bokuto’s face lights even brighter with delight as he thrusts his hips onto your restlessly. You wince when he tugs you back up as you start to slip, the sudden jerk causing his cock to spear even deeper. Your legs wobble, your entire body kept up by his strong arms around you.
Hinata looks around before adjusting himself in his pants. When he feels a damp spot, he chooses to pull his waistband down just a tad, taking his cock out, face flustered even though Bokuto shoots him a grin. His cock flexes for you, pre-cum pearling at the tip.
Bokuto lets your wrist go and your body falls back on the table. Your face is turned to the side, staring straight at Hinata with your eyes hazy and sleepy looking. Bokuto nudges and you go wherever he wants you; crawling up onto the table and just letting your head hang low while he adjusts you, pulling to the edge of the table. Your legs immediately spread for him and he reaches between your legs for the gleaming puffy lips, before holding his fingers up for Hinata to see just how much of you sweet slick you’re already gushing out.
“You see? She’s well trained. And she never makes a fuss!”
You’d even kiss his toes to thank him if you need to.
Hinata’s pale ears grow dark red now; but he does not take his eyes off of you—beneath Bokuto whose biceps are twitching, spreading your legs to show off the twitching insides of your cunt.
His cock looks obscene flirting with your entrance, and you make a humiliating whimper as you reach for his dick in the haze of your impatience; he’s left you empty for a little too long already.
Hinata is squirming on the spot, cock flexing despite himself, staring at that sweet space Bokuto is occupying while he hammers his cock back inside you.
God, you’re so small… fit so well around Bokuto’s dick… he’s making you scream instead of those little breathy sighs Hinata has fantasized he’d fuck out of you with his careful pace.
He jerks when he realizes your eyes are on him again. Your gaze hooded and unfocused, a small candy pink tongue poking out against the corner of your mouth, doing a hurried swipe across your upper lip.
Hinata realizes now; you’ve been an open book for Bokuto the second he exercises what power he has over you—and he revels in your obedience. And now he’s graciously showing him what and where to read, how to flip the pages the correct way.
You curl your legs around his sturdy waist, pulling him closer to you, all the while without reprieve for your poor abused cunt.
Your fingers are clawing on the desk, your tits bouncing with each rough motion. Your back is arched so high off the surface that your tits are on his wide, muscular chest as he bends down a little and he ruts into you faster than Hinata has seen before, pushing you to your climax.
He is cooing for you, moaning low as it fills the room, but soon his burning golden gaze are fixed on Hinata once again.
He is gloating. Relishes in the power he holds over you.
The way your head is lolled lifelessly to the side, mouth set wide open even after your screams have died down to broken, breathless whimpers.
“And when she’s been a good girl, she gets a treat.” Bokuto exclaims loudly in glee, and you watch with tears welling in your eyes as he leans down to mouth sloppy kisses against your abused cunt. He eats you out with lewd sucking and obscenely slick drags of his tongue, making your moans grow louder as you keep dripping for him, offering everything you have up to him.
Hinata keeps watching with eyes blown wide in satisfaction as Bokuto mounts back up, one of his big hands in the back of your neck, carefully keeping you pinned down and giving him something to brace himself as he fucks into your presented cunt.
You gurgle, toes curling, breath coming in little stutters, and Hinata’s hand increases its pace as he keeps stroking, squeezing his cock.
You look so innocent, but you can take him like a champ.
Hinata is extremely impressed.
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