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[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: 😭anyway father in law osamu fucking his sons wife smth like that (im Sharing heile typing this) just imagine him taking u everywhere around the house and his son not suspecting anything bc ur just helping out his old dad. And even though he is older now he’s still a pussy pleaser with breeder balls

Dilf Osamu hits differently. Also I’m not tagging it as incest but should I? Also sorry this was late, time slipped up on me

Warnings: female genitalia, reader is referred to as “wife”, age gap, infidelity, Osamu’s wife is implied to be out of the picture/dead, sexism (brief), “traditional roles”, alcohol mentioned, creampie, degradation, overstimulation

Father-in-Law Osamu

Coming up to the older Miya household was always hassle, being forced to handle your mother-in-law who happened to never see her son in a bad light and trying to avoid your father-in-law so you didn’t end up in a conversation you didn’t want to be in. Of course, Osamu was always a better option that his annoyance of a wife, but this visit would be different since she’s out of the picture now. Just a little visit to make sure the older man could take care of himself without a wife to clean up after him, or so your husband said.

In actuality, your husband seemed more than happy to drop you into his father’s lap, leaving you two to chat as he tended to the outdoor chores, of which there were only a couple. Even in the evening, after you served dinner, Osamu helped you clean up and offered to do the dishes, but your husband couldn’t be bothered and took a seat on the couch, putting on a game show. The looks Osamu gave you were ones of pity, but you didn’t even bother, remembering how vicious his wife would get when you mentioned anything remotely bad about her precious son. Osamu wasn’t as bad, but he didn’t do anything either, just sat back and let it happen.

Late night tea always helped you sleep, especially with a cold bed awaiting you. To no one’s surprise, your husband lay on the couch, snoring away and oblivious to the world. Thankfully, Osamu had already turned in for the night, so he didn’t witness your disgusted face when you saw your husband on the couch, a beer held loosely in his hand and another empty bottle on the table. Drank himself to sleep on the couch, again.

“Seems like you’re off on your own, again,” Osamu’s voice said, making you swivel to see the man himself, clad in what you believe to be his sleepwear, leaning against the kitchen doorway. “Seems like you’re fulfilling the role of a mother more than a wife,”

“Oh, please. I’d never be his mother. Could never compare,” you say the last part, bitterly, then apologize, trying to track back. Awfully rude to smear the reputation of his ex-wife, with him right there.

“No, no, don’t worry. I know what you mean. She was furious the day we received notice of the wedding date. She, uh, didn’t let him grow up into a good man, I’m aware,”

“Well, at least someone in this family is aware,” you gave a forced smile, still stirring you tea as steam rises from it. “I should probably drink this and get on to bed. I’m sure he’ll expect breakfast in the morning, after all,”

“Y’know, you don’t have to do all this,”

“I don’t need another argument over not being a proper wife. If my parents weren’t insistent, I’d have filed divorce papers,” you then look at him, then shrug. “Sorry, bit of a harsh note to end on,”

“Well, if you ever need somewhere to get away, come on down. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you helping out his old man and you can sit down all day, I won’t mind,”

“Hm, I might have to take you up on that offer,” you gave him another smile, one that wasn’t forced as he let you pass.

That one offer changed your life. You didn’t even need to think of divorce when your thoughts were only full of spending time with Osamu. The first time you visited alone, you expected him to actually want you working, but he actually made you food and did the dishes himself, letting you make yourself at home. After a couple more visits, you couldn’t help but realize you felt more comfortable around him than you expected, but it was welcomed in your miserable life. You don’t know why you ended up spilling your guts one night, complaining that your husband often went to a nearby bar at night, leaving you unsatisfied and then he’d come home smelling like alcohol and fruity perfume, but you were just tired of dealing with the same old bullshit. You were an unsatisfied wife and Osamu was a lonely man, it seemed almost natural for you two to end up tangled beneath the sheets.

Although, you hardly ever started in the bed or even in the bedroom.

“Such a pretty thing my son has, yet he’s too stupid to realize it,” Osamu grunts right beside your ear, all while he drills his cock into you. His grip on your hips might be bruising, but you’d never tell him to stop, not when he’s putting stars in your vision with each hard thrust he assaults you with. Each drag of his cock against your walls makes your wails and cries even louder, fingers digging into his shoulders as that’s the only thing keeping you grounded. At this point, he’ll end up breaking the couch and need to get a new one if his thrusts don’t cease in ferocity. “Dumb little thing, can’t even think straight,”

“No, no, no,” you blabber, throwing your head back as he rubs against that sweet spot deep inside you that has your eyes rolling. Clenching around him, he just chuckles as one hand leaves your hip, going between your legs to rub at your clit. Even the briefest of touches has your legs shaking, back arching as you grit your teeth from another onslaught of spine tingling pleasure. Drool spills from your lips as you open your mouth, trying to say something and ending up with nothing, just more high pitched moans.

Even as the table buzzes, your phone lighting up with your husband’s name, you’re oblivious as you ride your high on Osamu’s cock, completely locking your legs around his waist as he keep his hips moving, making sure you’re not denied a single second of pleasure. He doesn’t need to ask where you want his cum, you always want it pumped inside of you after you felt what it was like for the first time. Painting your walls white once more, he makes sure to go as deep as he can, bringing your face forward as he gives you a deep kiss, your phone finally going silent.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t even think about leaving,” he whispers, but he knows you’re not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, not with 20 missed calls from your husband and his cum gushing from the sides of your abused cunt.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Requests #haikyuu smut #Mr. Osamu #Osamu.Spice #tw.alcohol #tw.age gap #tw.degradation #tw.infidelity #tw.sexism #tw.overstimulation

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: I was wondering if you were alright with it, could you do a kenma X sister reader (consensual) where one day she just pulls kenma into a closet and begs him to fuck her and all and it's just some really soft smut

Warnings: female genitalia, female uniform, incest, school setting [2nd year], semi-public sex [school closet], m. oral receiving, panty sucking, creampie, overstimulation

Kenma + Incest and semi-public sex

The chiming of the bell rang across the building, signaling to everyone that lunch period had started. Walking the way he usually goes, Kenma headed up to the next floor before getting to the staircase that led to the rooftop. Before he could place his foot on the step, though, he heard his name being called. “Kenma!!”

“Hm?” He looked in your direction, his foot receding as you bounded your way over to him. Instead of stopping, you kept up the energy and bounced, pulling on his sleeve. “What’s going on?”

“I have something I wanted to show you!” You started tugging him. “It’ll be quick, I promise,” you giggle as he shrugs, but follows you. Your quickness is like that of the tortoise, always taking up lots of time and he’ll probably be stuck with you until his next class period.

Going back down the way he came, you ended up going down an empty hallway, the only people being you two and another second year that ended up walking past you two. Turning off the hallway, you two were alone like that. Which, normally, wasn’t bad, but Kenma knows you like to be adventurous and can expect you to do outrageous things in an empty hallway like this.

Stopping to open a closet door, he’s confused until you turn on the light and lock the door, giddily turning to look at him. He knows that look on your face. “I learned a new trick but I can only show if you if you promise to be quiet,” you hold your pointer finger over your grinning lips, only taking them away when he hesitantly nods.

Sinking down to your knees, Kenma has his reservations about the supposed trick you’re going to do, but doesn’t do or say anything. It’s not like you haven’t done something like this before, just never during school hours. Especially in a janitors closet. Unbuckling his pants, you lick your lips as you easily manage to undo the restraints hiding back his growing bulge. A tint of pink adorns his face, but he’s covering it up with his hand as you use your tongue to gently encourage his cock to its full hardness.

Practically drooling before you can even put it in your mouth, you let some spit go from your tongue and lather it on his hot skin, moaning as you press sloppy kisses to the sides. He knows this isn’t the new trick you have planned, since you always start by basically worshiping and salivating all over his cock. Using your hand, you move your lips to the underside as your finger begins rubbing over his slit and pumping his cock. It feels so good, but when he feels your tongue and lips descend to his balls, lapping and gently sucking on them that has his legs weakening.

With your lips on his balls and your sopping wet hand pumping his cock, it’s not long before he’s grabbing at your hair and tugging you closer, letting his orgasm go. You’re quick about it, moving your hand so that all of his seed splatters against your hand, dripping down onto your exposed chest. When you unbuttoned your shirt, he doesn’t know, but he does know that you’ve learned to tease his balls as well as stimulate his cock. Pressing a kiss to his still hard cock, you giggle as you rise to your feet, licking his excess off your hand.

“That was a good trick. You deserve a treat,” he pants out, sliding down to the floor. He needs to let his legs rest before he’s wobbling to his last period of the day, so he encourages you to sit on his lap. If you two were at home, he’d be pressing his face between your legs and sucking your pussy like is life depends on it, but he can’t afford to waste more time than necessary.

Eager to get your own treat, you slide your panties down your legs, letting Kenma get a good view of what’s under your skirt: your glistening pussy just from giving him a blowjob. Taking them off, you stuff the sticky fabric between your breasts before kneeling down to ride him. You don’t mind your knees are on the floor, too focused on getting his hard cock to line up with your dripping cunt.

Feeling his tip brush over your entrance, you immediately sit all the way down so you can feel him all the way inside. He’ll never get over how warm and wet your walls are, always so eager to have him inside you. You have similar feelings, already beginning to bounce as you let out soft moans between each bounce. He had to press his lips to yours, muffling them. Breaking off, he keeps your face close to his as he pants, feeling your hands tighten around his neck. “You can’t be too loud. Someone will hear,”

“I’m sorry, nii-chan. You just feel so good,” you quietly cry, beads of tears falling from your eyes. So easily stimulated, just like him. You’ve only just began and your bounces are faltering, mouth hung open in a silent cry as your eyes practically cross. He takes your hanging tongue in his mouth, sucking on the muscle as you ride out your orgasm on him. He’s just as close as you, hands digging into the flesh of your ass and bunching up your skirt, having to hold onto something while he pumps you full of his cum.

Soft mewls come from you, your body still rubbing against him for friction as your cunt continuously clenches around him. It’s like a continuous orgasm, you never stop squeezing him as he softens and hardens again, getting friction just from shallow ruts. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you quietly giggle as you remove yourself, pulling your panties from their temporary pocket. Pressing them to Kenma’s mouth, he greedily sucks on them and dampens the fabric more with his spit, but laps at the small essence of you on it.

The bell signals lunch is over, and though he didn’t get to eat anything, Kenma finds himself satisfied enough to not be too bothered. You don’t try to keep him any longer, removing yourself and quickly clenching your thighs together, keeping his cum inside until your panties are back on. He’s soft enough to tuck himself away, brushing and dusting off his uniform while you button your shirt. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you leave the closet first and he waits a good five seconds before leaving himself, glad to see nobody is in the hallway or near it. He exits from the opposite side of the hall, knowing it’ll be longer to his class but not wanting to accidentally give anyone a clue of what just happened.

Too bad he missed a pair of eyes at the other end of the hallway.

Once last period was over, Kenma had to stay after school for his club activities. Your club had a break for the day, so that explained why you were so eager to spend time with him during lunch. Before you left, you found him before he entered the gym, pressing a kiss to his cheek and saying your goodbyes. Yamamoto could only weep as he wished his sister would be as nice to him as you were to Kenma, making Kenma cringe. He didn’t know the full story and Kenma hoped it stayed that way.

Unbuttoning his shirt, Kuroo came up behind him and leaned over his shoulder, making him glare at the open locker. “Yes, Kuro?”

“You know, someone’s gonna catch you being dirty with your little sister if you’re not careful,” Kuroo says, a shit-eating grin when Kenma glares at him. It’s not out of hate, but more so out of fear. “I won’t tell anybody, but I will tell you to cover up a bit more,” his finger slightly brushed over his shoulder, where a hickey was made from the previous night. “Might make someone jealous,”

“Sounds more like you’re interested, if I’m not mistaken,” Kenma just gives him a knowing look, one that Kuroo only smiles at before getting off the locker.

“Maybe so, who knows?” He shrugs, walking out of the locker room and into the gym. Kenma can’t help but smile.

#BB.Requests #haikyuu smut #Kenma smut #BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #tw.incest #tw.school setting #tw.semi public sex #Mr. Kenma #Kozume.spice

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: canni request a chikan with ukai keishin?

Warnings: female genitalia, noncon, chikan/train sex, groping, fingering, creampie, public sex, reader wears a skirt

Ukai + Chikan

You knew it’d be a bad idea to take the train while wearing a skirt with no shorts underneath, but you wanted to get home as fast as possible and you knew a street you’d have to walk down would be crowded at this time of day. With a heavy sigh and some convincing nothing severely bad could happen, you changed your path to head towards the station.

You made sure you wouldn’t be pushed as you climbed on board, repeating to yourself how many stops the train would make before it was your stop. Keeping close to the doors, you managed to secure a small area that didn’t make it so the crowd was pushed against you. With a small victory under your belt, you gazed out the window while waiting for your stop to come.

At the stop after the one you got on the train at, your eyes widened as you watched more people fill in. The small victory was lost as someone pushed up against you, giving you a rushed apology, before moving further in. A heavy sigh as you glanced to see the woman sitting in the seat next to you was asleep, head down as her body moved with each breath. You wish you could’ve been that lucky. Another push against you, but this man only muttered an apology and stayed close by, his hand on the wall of the train while his other one held onto the railing. “Sorry, not much room,”

To further prove his point, another person bumped into the two of you, though the man kind of used his arm to prevent them from squishing you. The bumper took out an earbud before apologizing, only to put it back in as they stayed put. At least they wouldn’t bump into you again. “I can tell,” you answer him, rolling your eyes. Not to him, but the situation you’re forced to deal with.

When the train begins moving, you know the time between the two stops is long, meaning you’ll be stuck in this position for a few minutes, maybe ten tops. Afraid to get on your phone with a stranger over your shoulder, you settle on just gazing out the window and ignoring the movement behind you.

That is, until you feel fingers pressing against your pussy, making your whole body freeze as he rubs you. “Don’t cause a scene,” he warns, making your whole brain freeze. Thinking something bad wouldn’t happen is a naive way of thinking, as you should’ve expected someone to take advantage of someone like you on a train like this. “Nod if you got it,” he whispers. A small nod comes from you, with your one hand on the train wall and your other pressed to your chest.

His fingers continue rubbing against you, not pushing past your underwear. Not long after he began, he pushes your panties to the side to push his fingers inside, making you close your eyes as you cringe at the feeling. Not only is he violating you, but you can feel the wetness coming from you just from some ministrations, unwanted ones at that. It makes you feel disgusting, but thankfully he doesn’t even bother trying to talk to you. Just having to suffer with the feeling of his fingers inside of you, rubbing against you, despite the feeling makes you want to puke.

The universe has it out for you at this point, you think, when you feel his hard cock rubbing against the skin peaking out from your panties. Removing his hand from your warm walls, he uses it to remove himself from his pants, rubbing a hard and leaking cock against your damp panties. Opening your mouth to let out a mixture of a sigh and a moan, you push the hand that was against your chest to your mouth. Pressing into you until your chest is against the wall of the train, he then slides his cock under your panties and against your slick folds.

He easily slides into you with the amount of wetness his fingers got from you. The feeling of him inside of you is sickening, the fact he easily slid in making the feeling even worse. Attempting to not draw attention to the passengers who aren’t tuned out, you keep your hand over your mouth while he slowly pushes his cock in and out of you. Feeling one hand move up your hip and even further up until it’s cupping your breast, you can only look to make sure the person beside you isn’t facing your direction. With the knowledge that they aren’t, facing the other way as they listen to music you can faintly hear, you screw your eyes shut as you try to block out the situation you’re in.

The man behind you rubs his fingers over your nipple, which he toys with through your shirt as it faintly hardens, but not enough. When he attempts to slide his hand under your shirt, you gasp and grab his hand, stopping it. However, you then have to bite on your lower lip to prevent any noises from escaping. Leaning down until he’s at your ear, he grants you a warning, though you can do nothing to stop it. “Coming,” is all he says.

When you feel him hit a spot inside you that makes you see stars for a brief moment, you almost wish he’d continue until you found release. Instead, he almost immediately finishes after that, pumping his perverse cum inside of you that has your legs weakening from how much there is. Your nails scratch against the train wall, but you are granted the quickness of which he pulls out. However, it’s mostly because the train is slowing and people are becoming more focused on their surroundings. With him snug in his pants, you squish your thighs together and attempts to smooth your clothes, waiting for the door to open.

Your stop wasn’t that one, but you weren’t going to give him or anyone else another chance, hopping off the train as the first one off. The man watched as you left, but didn’t follow.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #BB.Requests #keishin ukai smut #haikyuu smut #ukai smut #tw.noncon #tw.chikan #tw.public #Mr. Keishin #Ukai.spice

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: nii!bokuto fucking y/n dumb at a team reunion party and the whole team ends up joining.

Okay so I made it so the whole team is there but Akaashi and Konoha are the only ones who really get to do anything. The others are enjoying the show.

Warnings: incest, humping/grinding, voyeurism/exhibitionism, watersports/piss play, gangbang, squirting, fire play/lighter use, breeding, dirty talk, cum shots, human urinal, thigh riding, asphyxiation briefly creampie, swallowing urine

Kōtarō-nii + Gangbang [includes Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha]

It’s just supposed to be a little get together was what you were told. Two hours later, each old teammate of Bokuto was still downstairs, chatting and laughing. Every time Bokuto laughed so joyously, it rubbed you the wrong way. It was like he forgot about you, sitting back and talking to his old teammates. You were supposed to be hidden out of sight, but your needs needed to be met and if that meant walking downstairs to remind your brother you were still waiting for him, that’s what you’d do.

You didn’t expect him and his friends to wave you over.

“[Y/N]! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Visiting your nii-san, eh?” Komi asked, an eyebrow raised. ‘Visiting’ was one way to put it, but you were actually living with Bokuto, guest room still unused as your belongings were in his bedroom.

“Guess you could say that,” Bokuto threw out, then continued. “She’s going to college here, so it’s easier to live with me than pay for on-campus living,”

“Saving money, I see,” Akaashi piped up, taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, which meant they weren’t drinking alcohol. Bokuto had a soda, but everyone else looked like they were drinking tea or water.

“Hey, [Y/N],” Bokuto tapped you on the shoulder, making you turning your head towards him. “Can you get me another drink?”

“Of course, Kōtarō-nii,” taking his empty bottle, you go into the kitchen to see where he keeps the soda. Since he doesn’t want you to have any, they’re usually up high. Standing on your toes, you still can’t reach the sweet drinks. To speed up the time, you hop on the counter only to feel someone’s hands guiding you off.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Bokuto says, caging you to the counter. “I thought I told you to stay upstairs,”

“I was bored, nii-san,” you whine, pressing yourself against him. “You’re ignoring me,”

“I’m entertaining my guests. You need to learn how to be patient,” he whispers, one of his hands rubbing at the spot between your thighs. “You’re dripping. Have you been touching yourself?”

“It’s not the same, plea—”

“If you’re good, I’ll fill you up so many times you’ll be swollen with my seed, how about that?” You nod your head, still pressing yourself against him. “Stop pushing yourself on me or I’m gonna have to punish you,”

With a final warning, Bokuto gets his own drink and removes himself from you, sighing as he sees your pout. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pats your head. “Just another hour, okay?”

That’s what he said.. an hour ago.

Sitting beside him was almost too much to bear. Knowing he could take you whenever he wanted to and him knowing you’re desperately waiting for him to touch you, it’s all too much. Even as your thoughts swim with the image of him absolutely ravishingly you in front of his friends, your pleading eyes and a pout his way whenever he glances at you, yet all he gives is his arm around your shoulders. As a good big brother should, but this is getting to be too much.

Sarukai is the one who decided to play a game. It was a silly card game you played as kids, but it was fun to pass time. Since you didn’t wanna play, you had to sacrifice your spot to Akaashi, your bottom instead being placed on Bokuto’s thigh. A warning squeeze on your hip was all you got, quickly telling them that you were cold which they all brushed off, going on with the game. He was like a heater, warmth rising from beneath his clothes, but it just made you more hot and bothered. It wasn’t until he started rubbing a hand on your thigh — inner thigh, included, his fingers brushing against your sensitive area — did you really feel impatient.

You hoped nobody would notice as your body started moving, and it seemed like they didn’t. Legs on either side of his thigh, you rubbing yourself against him, trying to get as much friction as you could. Bokuto doesn’t stop you, his hand instead rubbing soothing circles into your hip as you continue to grind against his thigh. Eventually, you end up humping his thigh as the rubbing effect wears off, only to have him lean down to your ear. “You can’t wait, can’t you? Such a needy slut needs to be punished, you know?”

There’s no other warning, you suddenly being pushed in the middle of the game as everyone shoots back in shock, surprised at Bokuto’s actions. “You’ve wanted this for a bit, haven’t you? That’s why you’re even wetter, isn’t it?” He smiles down at you, prying your shorts off. He then addresses the guests of his abode, “you guys get to see how much my beloved sister loves me,”

With your shorts and panties off, you’re staining the wooden table with your dripping juices as Bokuto gets his cock out. His friends seem into it, sitting back on the couches and chairs, eyes glued to the way Bokuto spreads your sopping cunt, clenching around nothing as you wait for him in anticipation. Licking his lips, he sinks into you, without letting you adjust as your legs tense and your toes curl, squeezing him as he pushes himself all the way in.

“Did you already cum?” He asks, seemingly dumbfounded by your sudden orgasm. You don’t answer, simply keeping your head against the table and having your eyes rolled into the back of your head. With no response, he decides to roughly thrust up into you, making you gasp as he pushes in so far, feeling so full as he snaps his hips to yours, your hands grasping at the edges of the table as you moan. Through your blurry vision, you’re able to see his old teammates with their own cocks out, hands around the thick appendages as their eyes are trained on how well you take in their former captain’s cock.

It’s only mere seconds before you’re mewling, back arching as you’re clamping around his cock again, body twisting with the force of your orgasm as you shake. Bokuto removes himself from your cunt, though, making you whine. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna let my friends have a turn with you, though. You seem eager Akaashi, wanna go first?”

“I’d much prefer her mouth than her pussy, Bokuto-san,” he says, moving around to your head. His cock comes into view, to which you eagerly open your mouth to take him in, tongue killing out to lick at the tip.

“I won’t pass up free pussy,” Konoha chuckles, taking Bokuto’s position and pushing into you. “Thought she’d be loose after taking a cock that big, but you’re tight as a virgin!” He laughs, pinching your clit as you squeeze down on him even more, muffled moans coming from your throat which is stuffed with Akaashi’s cock.

“Mhm! I taught her well, didn’t I?” Bokuto hums, guiding one of your hands to his cock. “Don’t forget about me, baby girl,” he says, low as he watches your hand jerk him off. Despite your eyes not being anywhere around his form, your hand works expertly from experience of handjobs. Akaashi seems pleased himself, fingers occasionally tracing your jaw and throat, only to close your nose as he face fucks you. Konoha seems to be enjoying himself, as well, your legs secured around his waist as he thrusts into you, his thumb rubbing at your bundle of nerves that has milky fluid coating his cock with each thrust.

“I’m close, can I do it inside?” He asks, looking at Bokuto, using his own hand to guide yours.

“No. You can cum in her ass, but not her cunt. That’s only for her nii-san, isn’t that right?” He directs the last bit at you, fingers pinching your nipples as your body jerks. Konoha decides to pull out, letting his semen paint your stomach white as he groans, making sure every drop lands on your skin. Akaashi is right behind him, closing your nose as he shoots his own load down your throat, your eyes glazed over as you drink it all.

Konoha takes it upon himself to push back into your cunt, feeling your walls clamp around him once more time. It’s too much and you feel something warm fill your insides, eyes widening as you think he put a load in you. When he pulls out, however, you feel it trickling out as the warm liquid drips from your cunt. “Seems she’ll only take cum, not piss,”

“She’ll take it, won’t you, pretty girl?” Bokuto coos, fingers keeping your mouth open as Akaashi takes his turn, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to not let any spill. Once he’s done, Bokuto closes your mouth and nose to force it down, your eyes squeezed shut as it tastes bitter. “See? Just gotta know which hole to use. It’s okay, I’ll clean her out so you can use her again,” he hums once more, pushing his thick cock into your still leaking pussy. The force of his thrust has you mewling, drool spilling from your lips as your body jostles with each thrust. “There’s a cute little trick her cunt will do if you give her a bit of pain,” he grunts, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. Your eyes widen at the familiar click of the item, brief light before it’s shut off. He hands it to Konoha, who then flicks it on as he brings the fire close to your face, the light dancing ridiculously close to your cheek. Akaashi keeps you fron moving your head, sweat beginning to form as Konoha brings the lighter closer, the flame barely licking your skin as you scream, tongue lolling out as your squirt all over Bokuto’s abdomen, his groan overwhelmed by your cute noises. With another thrust, he’s spilling his own load into you, fill you up exactly how you wanted him to.

Konoha shuts off the lighter, then locks across the mark against your cheek where the flame touched you, pressing a sweet kiss in apology to the hot skin. “Now, what do we say, [Y/N]?”

“Thank you for filling me up nii-san. I’ll take anything you give to me, I promise,” you sweetly say, another moan as you feel Bokuto’s piss fill you up as well, his thumb rubbing your clit.

“Don’t worry, baby. Only I’ll be able to breed you, but my friends can have their fun, can’t they? I’ll promise to give you all my attention later, is that okay?” Your response is a nod of the head, the rest of his friends eager to have your holes and your hands around their cocks.

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Another request I accidentally deleted (though I don’t remember doing so but I take responsibility) but the main focus was overstimulation on Kenma so if it isn’t what the requester wanted, I apologize!

Warnings: alcohol mention, overstimulation, foursome, anal, nipple play, handjob(s), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, cum play, fingers in mouth, spit, lube, not much talking

BokuAkaKuroKen + Overstimulation — Kenma receiving

Bokuto and Kuroo were always a duo you loved and hated in a way. Together they were the life of the party and would often be the last ones standing, if not solely because Bokuto kept Kuroo from falling asleep or passing out after a few drinks. Loved, for those reasons, but hated because they often forgot filters around each other and perhaps others wouldn’t want to hear what’s going on or that their partners small secrets would slip by unnoticed. For the most part, Akaashi and Kenma were aware of these and didn’t need to bother with worrying too much, but sometimes some bedtime secrets would be loosed from lips without their knowledge.

“A few tweaks to his nipples and he’s practically putty in my hand,” Kuroo smirks, giving a lidded gaze full of pride towards Bokuto. “Akaashi can’t beat that,”

“Of course he can! All I takes is knowledge of where to poke and stroke, if you get what I mean,” Bokuto winks, but Kuroo isn’t buying it.

“I meant outside, not inside. Obviously that’ll get him sensitive. Can you get Akaashi to cry before even putting your hands on his lower area?”

“I mean.. I haven’t tried. I usually go in for the thighs first, so I’m already down there. Sometimes he’s ticklish, so I have to be careful, though,”

“Him? Ticklish? I can’t see it,” Kuroo shakes his head, leaning back against his chair while sipping on his coffee. Bokuto, with his hand on his chest and a horrified expression on his face, straightens his back.

“His laugh is wonderful and it’s only in certain areas, but he’s one of the most sensitive when it comes to tickling. In fact, I’ll even prove it when he gets back,” he practically inaudible ‘hmph’a when he finishes his sentence, but the conversation switches to other things in no time at all.

Akaashi and Kenma leave them two to talk while they go and do their own things, but never leave them alone for long. Soon after they’ve switched topics, both of their boyfriends come back with bags of new books, as well as the newest gaming console Kenma wanted. Bokuto had forgotten about his mentions of ticklish Akaashi, and soon enough Kuroo and Kenma were leaving and heading back to Kenma’s place.

Kuroo may have forgotten about it and Bokuto may have forgotten about tickling, but one thing he couldn’t forget was Kuroo mentioning how sensitive Kenma was. He wanted to see Akaashi get overly sensitive just from his nipples, just a few fleeting touches that have him crying out for more. Yet, he knew Akaashi better than that and knew his nipples weren’t as sensitive as Kenma’s supposedly were. Even more than that, he knew Akaashi would be suspicious if he tried to tease an area he had previously never paid much attention to.

In fact, it wasn’t long until Bokuto called Kuroo and asked for tips on stimulating Akaashi without getting to the main course. He had faith in his abilities to render Akaashi a tear-filled mess within seconds, but he refused to have not beaten Kuroo in something as simple as this. Kuroo, however, could only grin in pride as he told Bokuto there wasn’t a way for him to beat him if Akaashi wasn’t as sensitive. “It just isn’t in your cards, the deck is different and the game is similar but not the same,”

“Then I just need to prove myself with Kenma’s body, right?” Bokuto said, not putting too much thought into it. Kuroo was stunned, but not for long before an idea was planted in his head. “Though I guess—”

“That’s a great idea. I’ll show you how it’s done and we can get him into a puddle within seconds. You can even bring Akaashi, so he can see what it’s like for Kenma,” Kuroo interrupted, making Bokuto freeze as his words registered.

“Okay!”

Kenma’s shy about his body being on display, but he can’t deny he somewhat enjoys the attention he receives from his three friends. With Bokuto’s intense gaze while he makes sure to please Akaashi with his hands, Kenma can only really focus on the way Kuroo’s cold fingers flick his nipples, his spit coating them to add to the coldness. Kuroo’s hands are completely absorbed in tending to Kenma’s nipples, his cock is throbbing with pleasure without even being touched. It doesn’t help he can see how Akaashi’s falling apart with flushed cheeks and small tears just from Bokuto’s hand alone, that and his determination to not let Akaashi finish until Kenma does.

A pinch to his sensitive nipples spells the end for Kenma’s resistance, his teeth clenched as drool spills from his lips and his body jerks as his cum splatters against the bed, oozing into the creases. Almost immediately after his post-orgasmic gaze has cleared, he hears a strangled cry from Akaashi as his body twitches on Bokuto’s, head thrown back as Bokuto’s hand is coated with sticky cum. Some of it drips onto the floor, but most of it goes into Akaashi’s mouth as Bokuto presses his fingers to his lips, mouth opening mindlessly to lick and suck on the digits.

With the tutorial over, Kuroo and Bokuto switch spots so Bokuto’s behind Kenma, with Kuroo bringing Akaashi to the bed and sitting behind him. Now it’s time for Kenma and Akaashi to see how well their friends can please them, how they please and tease best. With Kuroo behind Akaashi, he uses the same method on a slightly overstimulated Akaashi, rubbing cold fingers against perky nipples that have Akaashi sighing in pleasure. Bokuto makes sure to prep Kenma, coating his fingers in lube as he pushes them in to spread him out.

Pushing two thick fingers in has him practically melting into Bokuto’s arms, his cock twitching as more cum gushes out, splattering against Akaashi’s thighs. Akaashi’s cock is hard, but it only throbs and bobs, waiting for attention. Kenma is only still in the beginning of getting prepped for Bokuto’s hard cock, yet he can’t even keep his head up long enough to see Kuroo and Akaashi, too busy drowning in so much pleasure all at once. He does raise his enough when he hears Akaashi gasp, and feels a presence in his lap near his cock.

With lube coating Bokuto’s cock, the bottle is passed to Kuroo who coats his own cock and preps Akaashi for entry. Akaashi, who is currently using his tongue and limited consciousness to lap at Kenma’s cock, fingers digging into his thighs as Bokuto enters him. The stretch is more than he expected, a strangled meal erupting from him as Bokuto enters him in one fell swoop, completely splitting him and hurling him into another orgasm. Without warning, his cum coats Akaashi’s face, who managed to close his eyes in time, and his hand.

When Kuroo pushes into Akaashi, his eyes roll back as he hangs his mouth open in an ‘o’, letting spit and drool drip onto Kenma’s lower regions that quickly have his cock springing back to life, his cock red from stimulation as tears stream down his face. Giving a couple of thrusts to Akaashi, Kuroo uses his hand to keep Akaashi’s head down so he can suck off Kenma while Bokuto fucks him. Akaashi does so, swirling his tongue over Kenma’s sensitive tip before taking all of his cock in his mouth and bobbing to Kuroo’s thrusts.

Bokuto also begins thrusting, using his arms to move Kenma in rhythm to Akaashi’s sucking, attaching his lips to Kenma’s throat as he makes marks blossom on the skin. Big and red, Bokuto makes sure to nip his skin with teeth that has Kenma crying out each time as his own hands find their way to his nipples, teasing and playing with them as stimulations come from every direction. Bokuto hasn’t even barely begun and he’s already overly sensitive, his body flushed.

By the time Bokuto’s thrusts stutter and he just leans back as he watches Kuroo fuck Akaashi, who is still sucking Kenma off, Kenma has almost passed out from the stimulation. Finally, Kuroo pauses in his thrusts, moving his hand to Akaashi’s sensitive cock that finally has him finishing, bringing Kuroo to his orgasm as well. Watching as they come undone together, Kenma can’t help but clench around Bokuto, desperate for his release. Merciful as he is, Bokuto give another couple of thrusts that hit Kenma’s sweet spot before he’s painting his walls white, filling him up until it’s overflowing and Kenma’s orgasm is hard hitting, but little comes out due to his previous ones.

Satisfied and full, Kenma all but passes out on Bokuto’s lap, his hands going towards his nipples and his sensitive cock. Pressing his lips to Kenma’s neck, Bokuto glances at Kuroo who is lovingly rubbing his hands over Akaashi, soothing him. They both look towards Bokuto, while all three share a smile.

Definitely something to try again.

#BB.Requests #BB.Kinky #haikyuu smut #Mr. Kōtarō #Mr. Keiji #Mr. Tetsurō #Mr. Kenma #Kozume.Spice #Bokuto.Spice #Akaashi.Spice #Kuroo.Spice #tw.alcohol #tw.overstimulation #bokuakakuroken smut #BokuAka smut #kuroken smut #bokuto’s the main character I’m not sorry #tw.dacryphilia #tw.orgasm denial

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Ushijima with his little twin sister in which they never want to be apart from each other because of their abandonment issues because of their father. So they agreed that they never leave each other's side never let anyone have what they have, which included romantic {and sexual} activities.

I didn’t know what kind of twin you meant but I don’t usually do twin reader x twin characters because, well, some people may find it hard to immerse themselves, but I did it this one time. Just for future reference.

Warnings: incest, naïveté (both parties), size kink, creampie, pussyjob + thighjob, implied tummy bulge

Toshi-Nii Drabble

With him, you had your first in everything. With you, he had shared his firsts with you.

Whether it was your first birthday on this moving rock, your first words, your first day at school, your first kiss, your first.. lover, a time shared between siblings that never felt wrong. Without Wakatoshi, you’d be empty. He’s there for you everywhere and anywhere.

He feels the same about you, finding your charm and sweetness infectious when it comes to others, as well as being envious. They always told him how great it’d be to have such a close connection with their own sibling, but he never really knew what the difference was. Why were you two inseparable when other sibling duos weren’t? Was it the closeness in age? He thought that was probably it.

Neither of you knew, and nobody else knew, that normal sisters don’t go to their brother for advice on their body, and normal brothers don’t kiss their sisters before a match, claiming it brings them good luck. Whenever you two needed advice, help, or just company, it was never to turn away from each other but rather to each other. A way that made you both closer than ever before.

You’d never forget your first kiss. Feeling inexperienced because all the girls you would hang out with had boyfriends, kissing and sleeping with them and bragging. Turning to Wakatoshi, you asked him if he had his first kiss. When he said no, you asked if he could give you yours. It was full of innocence, completely curious as you pressed your lips against his. You didn’t know what to do, but neither did he. This opened a new path, you both exploring the areas of kissing and how good it can feel.. until you’re craving for more.

The first time you two slept together, it was a train wreck. You didn’t know your body and Wakatoshi was powerful and didn’t know he had to hold back on your body. You were immovable for the next two days, the feeling in your hips and legs numb. But this opened a new door for the two of you. Together, you both could learned each other’s bodies as well as your own.

“Nii-chan, don’t be so rough with me,” you giggle, looking down at Wakatoshi’s hands, his grip on your hips harsh. His grip immediately loosened, his hard cock rubbing between your slick thighs, against your puffy pussy. With each pump of his cock between your legs, he was lubing himself up as well as getting you aroused. It was a gentle way of foreplay, getting you both aroused without too much work.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, running his hands in a soothing circle on your hips, only to have them move up your body. Gentle caresses that left goosebumps in their wake, you sigh breathlessly at the feeling. Enjoying the mood and pace he’s set, your hands move to his hair as you gently scratch at his scalp, something you do when he can’t sleep at night. “I think you’re ready,”

“Mm, okay,” you buck your hips as his cock leaves your thighs, now cold with nothing against them. Letting yourself drop onto the bed, you push your ass back onto his cock, him being gentle as he pushes in your cunt. It’s always a tight fit, his size dwarfing you and his cock bigger than you’ve ever seen in porn videos. It spreads you open so well, the pain overridden by pleasure immediately as he brushes against your gummy walls. “Nii-chan,”

“I’m here,” is all he says, keeping a grip on your hips so you don’t move. He refuses to let you move too much until he’s just rocked all of his length into you. When he does finally bottom out, he always knows by the wistful sigh that leaves your lips and your hand moving to your stomach, seeing if you can feel him inside of you. Once he’s bottomed out and you’re squirming, he doesn’t need to hold back. Pulling out until only his head is in, he pushes himself back in at a gentle pace to continue spreading your walls.

Soft moans leave your lips, hands digging into the pillows as your head is turned to the side for air, letting him hear your moans. “‘S good, nii-chan. More,” you beg, wiggling your hips as you try to move back. Leaning over you, his arms resting beside your head, completely covering your body, he leans down to your ear.

“Of course, dear,” he grunts, picking up the pace as your grip on the pillows tighten, head thrown back as you scream. He puts his mouth on your exposed neck, licking and sucking on the skin while one hand of yours threads into his hair. Keeping him against your skin, you curl your toes as your high washed over you, a scream and a tight squeeze on his cock. His thrusts pick up the pace, chasing his own high now as his balls slap into your cunt, numbing the skin and wet clapping sounds echo in the room. Your sensitive cunt gushes around him as you feel him get bigger, his cum filling you up seconds later as he ruts against you, making sure you milk him.

As he goes to pull out, your grip on his hair tightens. “Don’t leave me, nii-chan. Just.. stay inside me for a bit longer, please?” Pressing a kiss to the back of your head, he maneuvers you both on your sides. He’ll make sure to clean you up when you’re ready, but he’s content to just stay like this.

#haikyuu smut #BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #Mr. Wakatoshi #Ushijima smut #Ushijima.Spice #tw.incest #tw.size kink #BB.Requests #cw.stomach bulge

[bokutoslittlebird]

miya twins and their 19 year old virgin little sister, samu probably caught you trying to fuck yourself and let your dildo be your first since a lot of your friends are teasing you for being a virgin and then atsumu caught you red handed, watching porn. and what would happen if one of them got you preggo? too horny to even think about anything, sorry birdie-san ㅠㅡㅠ

DIVINE. DELICIOUS. you know that audio with the cats? That was me when I read this

Warnings : pregnancy, cunnilingus, f. masturbation, porn video (briefly), a pink dildo, dubcon, incest, manipulation

It’s your nineteenth birthday and while you had a wonderful party with your family, you still feel so young and small. Your brothers are both attending colleges for their own career paths, but you’ve just got out of high school and have no idea what you want to do! You’ve been babied by your brothers, so you don’t have a clear view of the future for yourself that doesn’t include Atsumu and Osamu by your side.

One thing bothered you though: you were still a virgin. Thanks to your brothers, boyfriends were a foreign concept to you. All your friends lost their virginities before their birthdays, but your last friend lost her virginity on her birthday, a present from her boyfriend. You were slow to coming to the party and you told them you’d have lost it by the time your birthday came around, even getting a boyfriend!

A boyfriend quickly discarded by the brooding brothers of yours. A sneer from Atsumu and a glare from Osamu had his tail between his legs. Truly, a shame. You knew your friends would tease you again for the lack of a boy in your life, so you decided to, uh, pretend. A dildo was similar to a penis, right? That’s why they existed.

You didn’t know it’d be so hard! You have to have an orgasm to properly lose your virginity, that’s what your friends said. Pumping the silicone piece into your tiny cunt was harder than expected, only fitting half in before you started to pump it. It sent a tingling down in your tummy, but it was more effort than expected. Noises or frustration mingled with your forced moans, whining as your wrists started to hurt.

Osamu was doing his homework when he heard you make a noise of frustration, huffing and puffing. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, but then you made a similar noise. So, time to investigate. He wouldn’t want you to exert so much energy, you’re his baby sister! He expected to see you trying to get something off a high shelf, your shirt riding up to show your smooth stomach or you to be under your bed, shorts-clad— even better, panty-clad rump in the air. He did not expect to see you on your bed, legs spread and pumping a pink silicone dildo into your cunt. If only that was his—

“‘Tsu- ‘Tsumu,” you moan out, biting on your lower lip. Osamu’s mouth drops into a frown, growling at his twin’s name dropping from your mouth. You turn to look at the door, suddenly opened only to be slammed shut.

A startled gasp makes him stop in front of you, eyes burning with an unknown desire. “‘Samu! What’re you doing?” He just looks at you, eyes glancing at your hand still between your legs. Your eyes go down, shame burning in your face. “I’m trying to be a big girl. I wanna lose my virginity,”

“Why didn’t ya ask me?” He asks, putting his weight on your bed. You panic and close your legs, moving the dildo out of you. “And why ya callin’ out ‘Tsumu’s name? Huh? Am I not good enough?”

“N-No! That’s not it! ‘Samu, you’re scaring me!” You cry out, his large hands spreading your legs. Your puffy pussy is fully on display for him, his eyes noticing the lack of slick. “Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m gonna help. Wanna be a big girl? I can help,” he says. He doesn’t move, though, waiting for your permission. Even though you’re hesitant — he’s your brother! You’re nodding your head, fingers soon finding themselves in Osamu’s darkened hair. He stopped dying it, so it’s completely natural again. His face is buried in your cunt, lapping at your folds as your moans aren’t forced, head thrown back as Osamu tongue fucks you. When he sticks two fingers into you, he doesn’t expect you to be so wet, a drastic difference from moments ago. He moves to wrap his lips around your clit, walls tightening as you finally release on his fingers and face.

When Osamu comes up, he’s licking his lips while you pant. “Did.. did I lose my virginity?” You ask him, tears clinging to your lashes.

“What d’ya mean?” You explain what your friends told you, all while he strips off his shirt and peppers kisses on your stomach, rising your shirt up as he does. “Nah, I gotta cum inside if you wanna lose it. You gonna let me do that?” The no hesitation in the nodding of your head has him grinning, straightening himself as he rubs his hardened cock through his pants. Today, fantasy becomes reality. “Alright, I’ll go slow,”

Even with his slow sinking into you, you’re gasping and clinging to his biceps for dear life, tears staining your pillow as he splits you open. He’s far bigger than the dildo, but the slick from your orgasm makes it much easier for him to slide in. He kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are. It’s the little praise that has you encouraging him to keep going, and he does. He keeps pushing in until he’s bumping against your cervix, almost completely inside of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him locked against you.

“Don’t worry, lil sis. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he shushes, brushing your tears as he stays still. An occasional hiccup has his heart hurting, but he knows you’ll feel good eventually. Well, even if you don’t, he’ll start. When your legs loosen, dropping back to the plush bed, he starts moving. He’s still slow, spreading your walls for his thick cock as you continue to adjust. It’s not until you’re begging him for more does he pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. He has to cover your mouth so you don’t alert the whole house he’s fucking you, your screams of pleasure coming out. They’re muffled, but he can hear how much you’re enjoying it. It urges him to go even faster, grunting as he chases his own high.

Another screams rips from you, walls tightening as you cream on his fat cock, eyes rolling as toes curl. It’s enough to send Osamu over the edge, groaning as he buries himself even deeper inside, pumping you full of his cum, you milking every drop. He kisses you, your panting mouth perfect for him to give you a passionate kiss, staying deep inside you. He breaks the kiss, “I love ya, little sis,”

“Love you, too, nii-san,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s all you ever wanted, to be a big girl. It also brings you and Osamu closer together, you often bouncing around the idea to help him in his shop once he gets it set up. When you go into his room, the door locking behind you, you miss the way Atsumu glares. He has a feeling you’re not studying with Osamu, but there’s nothing to suggest otherwise.

Well, when Osamu is late from coming back from college, Atsumu is the only one home. It’s a small breath of fresh air, relaxing his tired muscles after a long practice match. When he hears small grunts and moans from your bedroom, he goes to investigate. You shouldn’t be home, let alone have anyone with you. The creaking of the floorboards doesn’t stop the noises from your room, Atsumu’s curiosity spiking. Peeking into your open door, he sees you on your back, legs spread open as your laptop plays an obscene video, the moans and grunts coming from the speakers. Your occasional moan is muffled by the shirt hem in your mouth, but it’s dropped when you moan out Osamu’s name, eyes rolling back as your fingers work on your clit.

Atsumu glares at the mention of Osamu’s name, shutting the door that has you jumping and struggling to explain yourself. “Ya think ‘Samu’s better than me? Is that it?” They’re so similar, it’s striking. The hungry eyes, full of anger and lust, they look so much like Osamu’s, but the light blond hair reminds you it’s Atsumu. “What’re you- Yer watchin’ sibling porn? Thinking of your big brother? ‘S that it?”

“No, it’s not what you think, ‘Tsumu!” Unlike Osamu, Atsumu’s one to take what he wants. He moves the laptop off the bed, spreading your legs as you squirm and struggle. “Lemme go!”

“Brats like you need to be put in place, don’t’cha know? You’re fucking soaked, getting off on your big bro that much?” You’re crying and still trying to kick him off, but it just turns him on even more. You’re still innocent and so naive in his eyes, it’s nothing for him to just take that from you. His cock is already hard, begging to sink into your warm depths. “You gonna let me fuck you? It’ll be like that video you were watching,”

You’re shaking your head, pushing at his chest as he leans down to press kisses to your neck. “C’mon, lil sis. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You trust me, right?” It’s a question that has your movements stopping, glossy eyes looking at Atsumu. He’s smiling, your big brother not showing any hint of malice. You sniffle, his thumbs swiping away the silver droplets on your cheeks.

“As long as you promise not to hurt me, okay ‘Tsumu?” You ask him, big doe eyes of innocence as you look at him. He grins and kisses your lips, licking your bottom lip. A whispered breath of ‘wouldn’t dream of it’ is all you hear before his mushroom head is pushing at your entrance. He’s just as big as Osamu, but it’s still hard to take in. You’re nice and slick, though, Atsumu notes. All from watching some incest porn, it’s almost funny to him how all you had to do was ask, no reason to hide it! Him and Osamu have been dreaming of keeping you all to themselves, there’s no reason for you to hide your desires.

Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t let you adjust, immediately pulling out to thrust back in. It’s sharp and rough, knocking the air from your lungs as your head gets thrown back. Atsumu’s quick to attach his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh and digging his teeth into the skin. It’s a way to show he’s claimed you, as if he doesn’t plan on coming inside. That’s his goal — mark you inside and out. With your arms above your head, grasping the pillows, there’s no reason for him to not. Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit and flicks it, sending shockwaves through you as you scream and cream around his cock, thighs tightening around him. He’s not too far behind you, rutting against you as he paints your insides white, sending you into another orgasm, juices spraying against his abdomen.

“Lookie there! You just squirted all over me,” he chuckles, rubbing your shaking thighs. You’re overstimulated, so he doesn’t push another round. There’ll be time for that later.

A week later, you find yourself in a dilemma when your clothes won’t fit. Worried about gaining weight, you confide in your big brothers who give you a test. “Just pee on it. It’ll tell you if you’re overeating,” they said. They’ve never lied to you before! When those two lines pop up on the plastic tool, you show it to them, confused. They tell you you’re pregnant, but then comes the question. Who’s the dad? Really, does it matter? They have a lot of love to give you and they’re twins. Your child is gonna look like both of them no matter what.

#atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu x reader x osamu #BB.Kinky #anon-chan #BB.Requests #tw.incest #BB.Dark #osamu smut #atsumu smut #Miya.Spice #Atsumu.Spice #Osamu.Spice #Mr. ‘Samu #Mr. ‘Tsumu #tw.dubcon #tw.manipulation #Onigiri Man #tw.pregnancy #cw.pregnancy #haikyuu smut

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Msby Bokuto with infinity supply of energy doesn't realize he's overstimulating y/n. He just likes his s/o looking all fucked out, tears streaming down their face.

Mm the original Himbo

Warnings: possessiveness, overstimulation, crying/dacryphilia, creampie(s), rough handling, scent kink/olfactophlia, squirting

Bokuto + Overstimulation

You knew he couldn’t hold back, but you also knew he didn’t know how far he could push you in such a short amount of time.

It felt as if only moments ago he had come home, still sweaty and bouncing on his feet as he wrapped you in his arms, ignoring your scolding remarks of him hugging you while he’s wet. His sweat practically had his Black Jackals jersey clinging to his skin, the musty scent seeping into your nose. It was disgusting and you wanted him to be clean before cuddles, but he quickly discarded his shirt, letting your mind wander as your eyes raked over his chest, muscles clenching and flexing as he took it off. You were snapped out of it once the sweaty material was in your face, leaving your boyfriend standing shirtless as he grinned.

“Wear it for me, why don’t’cha?”

The musty smell had probably soaked into the fabric for so long it would never come out, but the material also had to soaked up your drool as you bit down on it. Constant battering of Bokuto’s hips against yours had you seeing stars, holding onto the material with your hands and your mouth, inhaling every scent around you as you tried to not lose consciousness. Even tears had begun to seep into the fabric, but Bokuto just continued to push his thick cock into your tiny hole, pushing you further into overstimulation. You knew he always got you twitching before he was done with you, making sure that there would be copious amounts of cum spilling from your abused cunt.

“You feel so good,” he grunts, hips continuing to snap up to meet yours. His ball were heavy and would smack against your hardened clit, making your meals that much sweeter to his ears. “So nice and tight,” he continues, his hands running up your sides and going up under his shirt, kneading your breasts. “Looking so fuckin’ pretty in my jersey. It’s like I won twice,” he mumbles, lips pressed to your nape as he pinches and tweaks your nipples, your automatic reaction being to twitch as he does. Within a minute of your last orgasm, you’re creaming all over his cock again, milky fluid dripping down from your cunt when he pulls out and plopping on the mattress, the sound barely noticeable under his grunts and your mewls of pleasure.

More tears bead out of your eyes as your vision gets blurry, you stomach twisting and turning as he’s relentless in his thrusts. “Bo— I— it’s—“ you try to get out, more tears streaming down your cheeks as words fail you. Bokuto wipes away the tears as best as he can, even wiping away the bit of snot bubbling from your nose.

“Shh, it’s okay, I gotcha. It’s okay, come on, it’s okay to cry,” he coos, as if he isn’t battering your insides. With his gentle affirmation, you’re once more clenching his jersey as you press your nose into the neckline, inhaling his scent as you feel a gush of liquid shoot out of you, some droplets dripping between your legs while you cover Bokuto’s balls in your juices. He groans as he feels it, balls continuing to slam into you as he comes up on his next release. You scream as you continue to squirt, even as he grunts once more before stilling, a hefty amount of cum filling you once more as some pushes out from where you two are connected.

You think you’re done, but Bokuto loves to see how messy he can make you. Plus, you’re not twitching quite yet. With a whine as he pumps his cock in your pussy again, you accept your fate.

#haikyuu smut #BB.Kinky #BB.Requests #Mr. Kōtarō #Bokuto.Spice #tw.overstimulation #tw.possessiveness #tw.olfactophilia #tw.dacryphilia #cw.squirting #Bokuto smut

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Gang rape with Shiratorizawa??

This is um.. a little rough. A little meaning very. Also, granddaughter of Coach Washijo.

Warnings: implied abusive family relations, dollificiation/objectification, noncon, no lube/dry sex (vaginal and anal), blood, gangbang, manhandling, m. oral receiving/face fucking, rough sex, double penetration, sex toys [butt plug, vibrator, blindfold, open mouth gag], facial, creampie(s), degradation, you don’t orgasm but it’s not orgasm denial

Shiratorizawa + Noncon and Gangbang

Whenever the team lost, you were always the ragdoll that took damage. Your grandfather always told his prime team members that they had built up stress to get rid of. Instead of eating and crying as a team bonding exercise, they would all take out their frustrations, anger, stress, and sadness out on you. No complaints you spoke of would be heard, falling on ears of the ones who hurt you.

The one thing you’re glad for is that your grandfather leaves you to your own devices. He shuts the doors with his back turned to you, letting his team ravage you as he turns a blind eye. You don’t think he cries for you, either. You’re a burden on him and this is the only way you’re useful. Even if the way you’re handled is horrible and the pain never quite fades, you’re stuck with this kind of life.

The kind of life where Tendō forces your mouth to stay open. Not only does it shut out any complaints you have, but it also gives them easy access to your mouth. Shirabu and Kawanishi hold you down as Tendō places the gag and Semi has enough strength to hold down your legs. Once it’s on, Goshiki takes the first turn to using your opened mouth. The gag prevents you from biting down on him, preventive measures they’ve learned from since the first time they did it.

With Goshiki fisting your hair, fucking his cock into you, Ushijima takes it upon himself to loosen you up. You’ve never been loose for them, needing proper preparation that they lack. Holding your legs up, you try to squirm out of his hold as he brushes his cock against your ass, moving right past your pussy. Unlike some, you weren’t dripping at the prospect of Shiratorizawa’s VBC fucking you silly; it never bothered them, of course. Pushing past your puckered hole, your screams were muffled by Goshiki keeping your mouth pressed flush against his abdomen, cutting off proper circulation as you gagged around his length, trying to not throw up. Tears streaked down your face, snot bubbling out of your mouth as Goshiki rutted himself against your mouth, keeping you silent as Ushijima split you open by force. Warm blood spilled out, covering his cock as he tried to gently thrust into you.

“Look at you. Only just began and you’re looking like a grade B whore. Don’t you have any shame?” Shirabu hisses, digging his fingers in the side on your cheeks, your eyes rolling back as you gag on Goshiki’s cock once more. His rutting soon turns to you being shallowly fucked on his cock until cum spills from his tip, making you choke and cough as it activates your gag reflex. White creamy fluid bubbles from your nose and drips out of your mouth as Goshiki rubs his flaccid, soaked cock all over your face, getting his cum and your snot on his dick before sticking it back into your mouth. Goshiki pulls out of you once he’s satisfied, leaving you to scream and plea for mercy as Ushijima fucks your raw ass, his only lube being your spilled blood. Shirabu lets Yamagata take his place holding you down as he fucks his hand, barely letting the tip touch your cheek as you wail. Tendō is ready with a dark cloth, covering your eyes and quickly securing it, your eyes completely blinded.

With darkness over your eyes, you’re able to hear the members moving around despite Shirabu’s sharp grunting as he pumps his cock next to you. Semi says something to Ushijima in hushed tones, but you hear it clear as day.

They were gonna fuck you together.

Attempts to scream and move away were quickly shut out when you began squirming, Tendō’s long fingers entering your pussy as a way to calm you down. Aside from his fingers, a vibrator clicked on and was brought to your clit. You threw your head back at the feeling of pleasure rippling through you immediately, only to have it move away from the little nub and closer to the entrance of your pussy. Whining wouldn’t deter them, but you still whine at the prospect of Tendō pushing the bulky head of the vibrator inside of you. It’s a painful stretch, hardly any lubrication to help it ease into you, instead burning as you wiggled, finding Ushijima and Semi holding you down.

Ushijima had yet to pull out of your ass, instead thrusting a bit harder as he chased his own release. You wouldn’t get a chance to have your own end if they played their cards properly, only wishing to satisfy themselves. While your focus was down between your legs, Shirabu had finished getting off to your face, painting it in his dripping cum as some landed in your mouth. “Damn. A lot got on the blindfold,”

“Next time, we should let her see,” Semi cooed, rubbing your thigh in faux comfort. “So she can see how much we enjoy doing this,”

“I wouldn’t mind finishing to the image of her wide eyes full of pain and fear, that’s for sure,” Shirabu chuckles, rubbing his cock against your coated cheek. Whining, he slaps you with his cock a bit. “Shut up, dumb bitch. I’d tell you to clean me, but you can’t even handle that,”

You can’t even give a proper response as you’re shaking your head and squirming as Tendō starts to move the vibrator out, only to completely turn it off and leave you dry for your hole to be used. Ushijima soon finishes his first load into your ass, groaning as he fills you up. As soon as he pulls out, Tendō is there to plug you back up, making sure that his cum stays locked inside your ass with a butt plug.

“It’ll add to her pleasure, I’m sure of it,” he croons, moving the plug a bit as you squirm. “Now, you two can have your fun,”

“Next year, you guys can do this. I’m sure Coach Washijo will keep his team’s favorite toy around for years to come, so you can take to splitting her open when she’s dry,” Semi says, rubbing his leaking cock along your folds. It’s throbbing even as his tip is placed on your inner thigh.

“She’s nothing but a toy to use. Don’t worry about comfort,” Ushijima states, rubbing his bloody cum soaked cock on your folds as well, tip bumping against Semi’s. It’s a team effort, holding your legs wide open as the two biggest cocks sink into your cunt, your screams hardly muffled by the gag. Tendō takes it upon himself to shove the vibrator in your mouth, muffling your screams and making you gag as he moves it in and out of your mouth. The vibrations are louder than your screams, letting the boys focus on how Ushijima and Semi easily plow open your entrance.

It’s easy to split you open when they’re not worried about your comfort, instead just pushing on into you until they no longer can with the occasional gentle thrust. Once they’re both in you fully, they alternate their thrusts into you and focus completely on their own pleasure. Tears streak down your face, staining the blindfold and smearing the drying cum on your face while Yamagata and Kawanishi pinch, tweak, and twist your nipples to get a reaction from you.

By the time your reactions are no longer fun to them, your body losing all energy it has, most of the team have lost their interest in you. You’re no fun when you don’t fight them, but Tendō and Semi always stay a little longer to play with you. They enjoy you better when you’re so pliant.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #BB.Requests #Mr. Wakatoshi #Mr. Eita #Mr. Satori #Mr. Tsutomu #Mr. Kenjirō #Shiratorizawa.Spice #tw.noncon #cw.creampie #tw.blood #tw.sex toys #tw.abuse #tw.objectification #tw.dry sex #cw.anal sex

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: I’ve been thinking, now hear me out, headcanons of a polyamorous relationship between Yaku, Kenma and y/n.

Warnings: timeskip spoilers, long distance relationships, mentioned blowjobs, eating out, bdsm elements [bondage, gags, blindfolds], spitroasting, double penetration, gender neutral (but bottom)

Poly Headcanons [Yaku/reader/Kenma]

— This is kind of an interesting relationship but it does work out. As long as you’re okay with spending some time alone when they’re both busy.

— Kenma is basically a gamer boy influencer mix, but he is also a CEO and has responsibilities other than just playing video games all day, so he really only sees you at night when you’re both getting ready for bed or when he has a rare day off. You make sure his diet doesn’t consist of junk food and energy drinks, so he’s grateful of your presence in his life even if it feels like he’s hardly there for you.

— Yaku is another case of busy and not quite there, but his reasoning is because he’s simply out of the country. Reaching for his dreams and becoming the best (or one of) Libero means reaching to other volleyball teams to become such a person. Most of your interactions are over FaceTime, Skype, etc. and only happen when you both are awake and free. Even rarer to have all three of you talking to each other, so it takes a lot of patience and effort for the relationship.

— They’re thankful for you, don’t get it wrong! They just have busy schedules and lives. This gets better when Yaku is called back to Japan for the upcoming Olympics, since he has to practice with the whole team. This means not only is he back in Japan, but he’ll even be in Tokyo. It’s not like he’s going to be next door, but he’s not a plane ride and an extra two days to pack and plan away from you and Kenma anymore. Expect dates and plenty of fate-to-face interactions.

— This also brings me to the spicy side of things. Due to Kenma’s schedule, especially when he’s streaming for long hours, you end up going a week or two without any sexual activities unless it’s something like a blowjob or cockwarming. He is especially fond of doing something simple, like studying for a test or working on a new game, and having you between his legs sucking him off. He tried it once on stream, but he couldn’t get into his head to play the game properly so he never did it again, but he wants to (maybe one day).

— When you two do end up finally being able to spend time together, it’s always a toss of whether it’s soft or rough. Sometimes Kenma is in the mood to just do soft sex and ends with him cockwarming you until you both fall asleep, other times he wants you bound and gagged while he eats you out. Sometimes, he’ll have you worship his cock while you’re bound or blindfolded, but he doesn’t usually expect it since you two do it as quickies a lot.

— Yaku, when he was in Russia, was unable to do much of anything with you except mutual masturbation/phone sex. Sometimes you two would sext, but he’s a bigger fan of watching you touch yourself on camera while he touches himself. He also doesn’t mind you two on a phone call while he tells you what to do, while he gets to listen to you and always receives pictures of how messy he made you in the end.

— When he gets back to Japan, and if it’s just the two of you, he definitely ends up making up for time lost. He’s right to the point and doesn’t really go for soft sex, much more of a handsy man who grabs all he can and wants his mouth everywhere. He aims for only one thing and that’s to have you completely disheveled in his lap and your legs twitchy from overstimulation. He is also a fan of using his mouth anywhere and everywhere, so he uses that to his advantage.

— Together, they are menaces. They love you, truly, and want you to be completely fulfilled after spending time away from you so they plan to make sure you don’t go without anything for the night. Have you been properly prepped? They both use their tongues to eat you out and lick you up, sometimes intertwining their own tongues in the process.

— It’s also usually spitroasting, where Yaku usually takes your mouth while Kenma enters you. Sometimes they do double penetration, but they save that mostly for the middle/end of their steamy session so you’re properly debauched and most likely covered in their cum from previous loads.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Requests #haikyuu smut #Kenma.hcs #Yaku.hcs #Yaku.Spice #Kenma.Spice #Mr. Kenma #Kozume.hcs #yaku x reader #kenma x reader #cw.bdsm elements

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Bokuto liked to fuck you in the locker room with everyone watching and jerking off to your sounds.

Tasteful

Warnings: school setting, dubcon (you don’t know the guys are there), exhibitionism/voyeurism, wall sex (Bokuto holds you up for a majority of it), creampie, yandere-ish??, kinda manipulative Bokuto, implied squirting

Bokuto + Locker room

After a match, one of Bokuto’s favorite things was to spend his excess energy. It didn’t matter if it was a practice match or a real match — every match he did was important and used his full focus. The thrill of winning was much greater if it was an official match, but the dejected looks on his opponents faces always swelled his body with adrenaline. Even if they weren’t great, they had room to improve and would show to be a greater challenge next time. Just another obstacle to overcome.

You were often the helping hand in spending in excess energy. Tending to him after everyone left, nobody in the large locker room to hear your moans bouncing of the walls or your screams as Bokuto fucked every last bit of his energy out on you. Even now, grabby hands slipping in the waistband of your panties as he’s too impatient to bother taking off your skirt. The other guys hadn’t all left yet, you can tell from the filled lockers you passed on the way to the showers. The water wasn’t running this time, it was just room for privacy as Bokuto was utterly impatient today. “Bo- we can’t. Not yet, the guys—“

“They left,” he mumbles, lips brushing against your ear that has you shuddering. “I heard ‘em. All gone. You’re all mine,” he mumbles again, teeth taking your earlobe between them as he rubs his hard on between your legs, brushing against wet panties.

“Hah— I’m not too sure. Can you- can you check? Pl-plea— oh!” You’re cut off as Bokuto’s fingers greedily enter you, rubbing your clit with his thumb and spreading your slick all over your folds. He just hums to your concerns, writing them off as he continues to play with your pussy. In a few seconds, your nails are digging into his shoulders as you hike your leg higher on his waist, desperate for more.

Completely forgetting about any spectators.

Bokuto knew his teammates knew what you guys did when they left. Each time, you’d end up waiting longer for each one to leave because they wanted to see the show. Each time, you’d make him wait until he was practically bursting at the seams. Making it so you’d forget about being found out meant he had more time to indulge in you and less time waiting. Even as he heard the door open and closing, you were too lost in bliss as his fingers worked you steadily towards an orgasm.

Right as you were about to finish, he removed his fingers. “Bokuto” you whine, seeking friction against his shorts. Chuckling, he pulls down his shorts and boxers, cock hard and leaking, pressing up against your thigh.

“Beg for me, babe. C’mon, I know you can do it,” he says, a bit louder than he has been. Your whines rise in volume, sweet words begging for him to fuck you senseless. It’s all he needs. You’re completely ignorant of what’s going on outside the bathroom stall and completely focused on him, just as you should be. “That’s a good girl,” he presses his lips against yours, albeit a bit messy, as he pushes himself inside you.

It’s a tight fit — it always is with him. A hand digs into the flesh of your ass, finger tapping in a command. Obediently, you wrap both your legs around him as he pushes you against the wall, keeping your weight entirely dependent on him for the most part. The thrill of knowing he won’t drop you has you clenching around him, the sheer display of strength as he starts up a fast and harsh rhythm. Pain is numbing and pleasure is quick to take over, his balls slapping against your wet cunt and ass is the only thing registering aside from your moans. Piercing and wanton, you let him know you’re enjoying it. Even as his thrusts have you bouncing so hard that your hands occasionally lose their grip. Completely focused on demolishing your pussy, he doesn’t even register your constant fight to stay conscious and held on.

He’s too busy thinking of how tight you are and how nice his cock looks when it’s covered in your juices. Thinking of how his teammates are probably fucking their fists as he fucks you, knowing they’ll never get to see the sight but they’ll be able to hear just how undone you get. He’ll be the only one to see how your eyes roll back and legs tighten around him. He’ll be the only one to feel how your walls gush around him and how your nails dig into his flesh, marking your territory, all as you reach a height of pleasure only he can give you.

When Bokuto’s pace gets sloppy and less focused, he presses his lips against yours, messily swallowing your mewls as he pumps you full of his cum. No matter what, he’ll make sure he finishes inside of you as he enjoys watching it drip out.

When he knows his team are getting their things packed up to actually leave, he decides he’ll fuck you one more time. This time, though, he wants you to squirt all over the benches.

#haikyuu smut #BB.Requests #BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #Mr. Kōtarō #tw.dubcon #tw.yandere #tw.manipulation #cw.creampie #tw.exhibitionism #tw.voyeurism #Bokuto.Spice

[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Tsukishima precious little stepsister decided to help him out by releasing some of the stress he's had, could you also add a breeding kink in there ?

I completely forgot about the breeding kink bit halfway through so I apologize for that but I’ve done quite a few breeding kink drabbles.

Warnings: incest, creampie, mean comments (but I wouldn’t consider it degradation? I’ll tag it just in case), College AU, fingering, edging

Kei-nii + relieving stress

With finals approaching and practices at volleyball getting more intense, Kei spends most of his time inside his room, studying, when he’s at home. You only see him when he gets food, taking his dinner back to his room to continue studying. If he’s not at home, he’s spending extra hours practicing at the gym. Whenever you see him, and you look at how tense his shoulders are, you always try to reach out to him. But he always has clipped words to say to you, you immediately backing off as he continues doing what he does. He’s always been like this, ever since your father married his mom.

Your mom tried to explain he’s always been this way, telling you he’s just stressed and the best thing to do is support him from the sidelines. Despite her advice, you wish to be of more help. He’s never shown he liked you, so you figured the best way to support was to stay out of his way and his sight, but you really wanted to help him. Talking a bit more with Akiteru, you realized that perhaps Kei just needs someone to silently be with him, rather than talk to him.

Well, what better way to silently help then offer hugs or even cuddles? A massage could work, too! With a pep in your step, you go up to Kei’s room and gently knock, him opening the door shortly after. “Oh, food. Thanks.” Short and clipped, like usual.

“Yes! Uh, I also wanted to, um, offer some support,” you start by saying, looking at your hands near your skirt. Still haven’t changed from your day clothes, you feel more self-conscious in the attire than your pajamas.

“Oh? Again? Didn’t I already tell you I didn’t need your help or support? I need to study,” he narrows his eyes, you can feel them on you. But you hold your ground.

“I thought you could use some cuddles, so I figured I’d offer my body as support. I’m not as smart as you, so I figured you wouldn’t need my help in that department. Or!” You get a little loud, startling him. “I could give you a massage,” you’re a bit more confident in your tone now, waiting for his response. After a moment, he sighs.

“Fine. I’ll accept your kind offer, dear sister of mine,” he slowly moves out of the way. “Lay on the bed,” he commands. His tone… it’s a bit different from before. You do what he says, however, laying down on the bed and waiting for him to lay down beside you. “So, I can technically use your body however I see fit, correct?” He sits between your legs, making you nervous.

“Um, yeah!” You decide to not try and correct him it’s only cuddles, hoping this will make him like you more. It’s been years, but you hope he’ll finally see you as a proper sister. “Which ever way benefits you the most,”

“Perfect,” he smirks, flipping your skirt up to see your panties. “I need to relieve some stress, anyways,” he continues, but you don’t stop him, hands slowly coming to his arms. “You can touch me, I won’t hurt you. Just no nail scratches. I have a game on Saturday,”

“O-Okay,” you say, letting his lips trail against your throat as his long fingers dive into your panties, pushing themselves into you only to find wetness.

“Oh? Seems like someone thought of another way. Cuddles and massages? A bad excuse for trying to make your offer less taboo, I suppose,” he continues to talk, wiggling his fingers inside before rubbing against your walls, feeling you squirm from the sensation. “You seem to enjoy that. Desperate much?”

“N-No! I’m not desperate,” you try to reason, but his face is in front of yours and your words get caught in your throat.

“Desperate for your big brother to actually show interest in you? That’s it, isn’t it? You’re not very subtle, you know,” he explains, so uninterested as if he isn’t currently fingering your cunt. Attempts to bite back are easily dying, pressure against your walls getting too much until you’re completely arching off his bed, riding a high— then it’s gone. “Not quite yet. You need to wait for me, dear sister.”

You respond by moaning, feeling his fingers pulling your panties down and tossing them somewhere else. The air brushes against your wet entrance, making you shiver. Something warm presses against it almost immediately, however, only to rub against your sensitive nerves. “Kei…”

“Be patient. You’re so needy,” he looks down at you, finding you to be in a state of disarray, satisfied with himself. Pushing his cock into you, you have to bite your hand to keep from being too loud, knowing Akiteru’s room isn’t too far from Kei’s. Kei doesn’t make you wait too long to start thrusting, finding himself just as needy and desperate as you.

Sounds escape your lips, teeth removing themselves from your thumb to give the skin a break, but you can keep quiet. Kei momentarily stops, flipping you over so your face is in the pillows, continuing his rhythm. Harsh slaps against your ass having you screaming into the pillows, feeling him put himself over you to brace himself, thrusts getting harder and sloppier with each one.

“You gonna cum? Gotta wait for me, you know?” His tone is mocking, a warning that if you try to finish first, he’ll punish you. The possibility has you clenching around him, a cry as you find release on his cock. “I didn’t say to fucking cum,” he practically growls, a few more harsh thrusts before he pushes his entire cock inside, finishing inside. “Take it all,”

“N-Not inside—“ you try to say, but your voice is weak and hoarse from muffled screams and cries. It’s too late, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when Kei presses a kiss to your head.

“Thank you. The best sister I could ask for,” he whispers. Before you can say anything back, he does another thrust. “Oh? You thought we were done? I have 54 minutes left of my hour break. We have plenty of time to relieve stress. Get ready.”

#haikyuu smut #BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #tw.incest #tw.degradation #BB.Requests #Mr. Kei #Tsukishima.Spice #cw.edging

[bokutoslittlebird]

My Turn

Bokuto x older!sister!Reader

Warnings: alcohol, incest, dubcon turned noncon, non-consensual creampie, f. oral receiving, virginity loss, manhandling, smidge of manipulation, Kuroo’s teasing, fingering, praise?, use of “nee-san”

Kuroo was lively today.

With a beer in one hand, the other waved around as he talked. Bokuto was gingerly sipping on the alcohol, disliking the bitter taste and the burn in his throat. Kuroo seemed to have no qualms, downing glass after glass. With graduation behind them and his acceptance into a prestigious university, Kuroo was celebrating heavily.

“It’s crazy! I thought I’d never get accepted, honestly!” He laughed, finishing his drink. Instead of asking for another refill, he just sighs, looking at Bokuto. “It’s quite prestigious, y’know?”

“Business, though? Not volleyball?” Bokuto asked. “Thought you loved it,”

“Well, I do. The thing is, it’s not something I feel like my greatest talent lies in. You are a wonderful outside hitter, but I’m not a wonderful middle blocker. I’m good, yeah, but I’m good at persuasion as well. Whether it’s on the court, getting Kenma to join a sport, or even getting with the ladies, I’m very charismatic,”

“Ladies? You spilled your milk all over yourself trying to ask a girl out your second year of high school. I doubt any would fall for ‘charismatic’ as you call it,”

“Well, I’ve only had a couple, but I’ve gotten the best of the best, so I like to consider myself good at it,”

“Really?” Bokuto quirks his brow, curious. “Who’s the best of the best?”

“Heh, if I told you, she’d get upset at me. She told me very clearly ‘don’t tell my little brother. It’s a secret between us’ so I can’t tell you, sorry,” Kuroo grins, a heavy blush from the alcohol. Despite no name being said, Bokuto puts it together that you’re the one he’s talking about. Always kind enough to help him with working on getting into the university of his dreams... was it just you sleeping with him?

The blood in Bokuto boils, a sudden reminder he’s an inexperienced lad ready to go off to his own volleyball university while his best friend slept with his sister, getting experience he lacks. No matter how many times he’s had a friend come over, they always find a way to end up talking to you alone. He wonders if they’ve gotten help from you, too. Thinking about it too hard doesn’t help him, gulping down the rest of the bitter beer before deciding to call it quits.

“Where ya going?” Kuroo slurs, brows furrowed.

“Home. I’m tired, man,” he responds back, walking off with a short wave. Kuroo will be fine, the rest of the Nekoma and Fukurōdani graduates in the bar. He won’t be missed, not when they’re busy celebrating.

Bokuto knows it’s been wrong for some time, but he’s known you’ve been sleeping around with some of his friends and some of your “friends” if he can call them that. Many times he’s rubbed one out, ear pressed against the wall to hear your sweet moans. Sometimes, he even peeks into your bedroom when you’re masturbating, wanting to see you in the throes of pleasure. Every time, he wishes he could join you, help you out, or have you help him out. Kuroo’s brutal reminder of his inexperience dampened his mood, a harsh reminder of what he can’t have.

As he gets closer to the house, he notices your bedroom light is still on. With your parents out of town, only you and him would be at the house for the next three days. Maybe he could get some experience from you before he left to go on his own, like Kuroo did.

You’re playing a video game, one he’s seen Kenma play but never learned the name of, when he knocks on your door and enters. “Hey, Kō. Back so soon? The night is young,” your voice sounds tired, probably blinking away sleep to play. Bokuto shuffles inside, rocking on his feet. With no response, you turn to look at him. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just— Kuroo and I were talking,” he begins, watching as you roll your eyes.

“I didn’t think he’d keep his mouth shut, not for too long anyways. Sorry for that, I’ll make it up to you by buying you lunch tomorrow, ‘Kay?”

“Actually..” Bokuto clears his throat again, working up the courage. “Can you give me advice, too? I’m.. inexperienced, to say the least.” It’s no lie, of course, but he also finds this to be a much more approving way of asking for the same treatment. Your silence worries him, but you put the console to the side and sigh, sitting up.

“Sure. What advice do you want? I can’t say there’s.. a lot I can give you tips on, honestly. It’s better to learn things by hand, but—“

“Then teach me, nee-san,” Bokuto’s voice is no longer wavering and shy, but rather firm. You’re impressed and shocked, to say the least. He’s never been so demanding when it comes to you, but this isn’t what you expected it to be about when the time came.

“Kōtarō, I’m your sister, that’s—“

“It’s wrong, but shouldn’t I get the same treatment as Kuroo? What about Konoha? He seemed to be pretty happy—“

“I’m not talking about this, Kōtarō. Never mind.”

“No, I want your help. You should let me have a turn,” he tone scares you, his broad figure approaching the bed that has you getting up in fear. “I need your guiding hand,”

“Not like this-!” You try to argue back, but the mattress meets your back as you feel Bokuto push his weight onto you. His lips are dangerously close to yours, ghosting over the skin.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Please, teach me,” he whispers, before pressing his lips to yours. His lips are soft and plump, perfect for kissing, but it just makes your stomach churn. He’s stronger than you, keeping your body pinned as he continues to kiss you, one hand moving to your t-shirt, loose and flimsy, hardly covering your top half. You try to not kiss back, a small encouragement for him to leave you, but his large hand massaging your breast has you melting into the kiss, hand moving his head so it’s not as nose bashing.

As he pulls away, you can see a sheen of saliva over his lips, quickly removed by his tongue. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Just guide me through the steps. I don’t wanna be behind, you know. I may never get a girlfriend, then,”

Your hesitant agreement is an agreement nonetheless. With a promise he’d tell nobody, not even Kuroo, you accepted and quickly found yourself at his mercy. As his tongue delves in between your folds, doing its own thing as you squeal and squirm, thighs tightening around his head, he takes your noises of pleasure as encouragement to continue. With how expertly he seems to riddle you of nothing but pleasure, you’re not too sure if he is as inexperienced as he says he is.

Bokuto, on the other hand, finds himself wondering how experienced you are. The thrashing and sweet, sweet sounds coming from you are blissful to his ear, unfamiliar in all the times he’s listened in on you. Perhaps he’s just that good, with his strong grip keeping you in place as he runs his tongue over every slick piece of skin it can find, lips sucking on skin before his tongue swirls around it. Your moans are loud and so delicious to hear, he doesn’t think he wants to stop.

When he does stop, it’s because your incessant tugging on his hair has him moving, just to see what you look like. Absolutely wrecked, he’d say; your eyes were hazy and tears pricked the corners, your chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. But he wants to see you come undone, he’s not quite done yet. Thick fingers plunge into you, your back arching at the sensation, Bokuto’s eyes never straying from your body as he pumps two of his fingers into you. All he really knows is from pornos he’s watched to imagine and from what he could see when you pleased yourself. He knows to spread you out, accommodating for his girth that’s more than you’ve probably ever had to take in your life. Adding in a third finger, he continues to pump them into you and rub against your walls, watching as your moans get more strangled and your teeth grit together, back arching as juices fill his hand, your heavy panting filling the silence after.

“Was that-?”

“An orgasm. Consider yourself lucky. Most men can only dream of getting a woman to orgasm. Not even Kuroo could do such a thing,” you pant out, missing the way Bokuto’s eyes light up. With that news, he’s cleaning his fingers as he pulls down his boxers, hard cock already leaking from the lack of attention.

“Oh, um, I could give you-“

“It’s fine. I’d much prefer it this way, anyways,” he cuts you off, rubbing the milky fluid against your pussy lips, letting his tip catch on the hood of your folds. “Condoms are used for preventive measures, right? Hope you don’t mind me just pulling out in time,” he doesn’t give you much of a warning aside from that, pushing past your barrier and beyond your previous limits. A much bigger girth than what you’re used to, thick and long like the rest of him. It’s an uncomfortable stretch, but not completely unbearable as he sinks into you. You can’t completely let go yet, nerves tingling from sensitivity and your mind buzzing with the risk.

Bokuto on the other hand feels like he’s surpassed Kuroo and everyone else you’ve been with, a high he doesn’t think could come from the alcohol. Instead, he just wants to feel you come undone around his cock, feeling the way your walls tightened around his fingers was only a hint of what he could feel and find. The way you flutter around his cock, warm and wet, has his hips rocking themselves into you, desperate to feel more of it. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, you trying to hold back moans of pleasure as Bokuto fucks himself into you.

His mouth moves down, his lips pressing against your neck before his teeth run over it. The feeling of your fingers tightening on his hair strands has him groaning, picking up the pace as he continues to thrust into you with more force. One hand moves your leg over his shoulder, changing the angle that has your mewls spilling out effortlessly, tears streaming down your face as you come onto another high. “Kō—“

“It’s okay. Cum on my cock, nee-san. I wanna feel you around me,” he coos into your neck, hips never relenting as he pushes you over the edge, cries of pleasure as you gush around him, creaming his cock in a way he’s only dreamed of. “Oh— you feel so good. I love you, love you like this, I never want this to end,” he babbles, the words going in and out of your ears. You continue to just suffer under his relentless thrusts, feeling your sensitive nerves burn as he continues to rub them all the right way. “I’m— I’m gonna cum, nee-san,”

“Please, pu—“

“You should give me special treatment you know. I’m your brother, I deserve this, just remember that,” he says, one arm enough to hold you down as he stills himself inside of you. Thrashing and struggling to move, you end up freezing when warmth fills your tummy, Bokuto’s moan of satisfaction above you as his eyes roll back, rutting himself into you as he fills you up.

“Kōtarō, please get off of me,” you sob out, ready to clean yourself up and leave. Somehow get away from him.

“I’m not done yet. You have to show me everything, nee-san. I don’t want to miss a thing,” he grins, a wolfish grin that has chills running down your spine.

Note: sorry this is late.

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Our Wedding

Osamu x sister!reader x Atsumu

Warnings: incest, dubcon, alcohol, face sitting, collar and silk ties, bondage, f. oral receiving, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, hint of degradation, breeding, fingering, Atsumu bias

A year after coming to an agreement, you can say you’re at one of the happiest points in your life.

An agreement that led you to doing no more than feeling satisfied at every moment. It was bliss to live in comfort, no problem in your life that couldn’t be resolved. Atsumu made enough money and has a decent flexible schedule to keep you company, while Osamu did what he loved and always made sure to bring you scrumptious foods or making some fresh. Together, they never left you unsatisfied for too long.

With a bit of champagne in your system, you were still mobile and conscious, your lips just a bit looser than they would have been. But this was perfect for Osamu. While his mouth was occupied, your mouth was free to let everyone know just how good you big brother was at giving you pleasure. Even if he didn’t continue his volleyball career, he still had enough strength to hold you up, indulging in his favorite past time with you.

His tongue would flatten itself against your clit, only to then flick the little bud and wrap his lips around it, sucking harshly to have your hips jerking. He’d keep his arms securely around your legs, so you couldn’t leave him and you’d struggle less. Hands rubbed against your sides, fingers ghosting over your stomach as lidded eyes glanced at you. With your head thrown back, he could only see your breasts, hidden by your silk nightgown, and your arms. Hands were tangled in his hair, grasping onto it so tightly he’d probably find loosened strands when he was done.

Osamu couldn’t see you, but he could hear you. It’s all he really needed, honestly. The way you had sudden gasps when he’d swipe his tongue over the sensitive area, slipping into your cunt when you’re least expecting it. A long sigh of pleasure as he sucked on your clit, then a yelp when he’d give it a quick nip. Mewls as he moaned into you, hands tightening as he sucked harder on your clit. It was all so intense, he didn’t even realize you were so close to finishing until he felt the dampness on his face, his eyes widening at the syrupy liquid. He continued to suck and lick, however, cleaning up any excess.

It was Atsumu who ruined the moment. Osamu would happily die if it meant you’d never leave his face. “Hey, your time’s up, ‘Samu!” Osamu only groaned in response, his hold loosening as you slid off. Licking his lips in satisfaction, Osamu nodded at his brother.

“Did you get our princess her present?”

“Of course I did! What, you think I’d forget about such a thing? Just ‘cause I’m materialistic doesn’t mean I’d forget,” Atsumu huffs, holding up a pink bag with a ribbon. He ends up opening it for you, laying out the items on the bed beside you. It’s the garter from your wedding day, kept in pristine condition, and a white collar with a silver bell, the chime so sweet and gentle as he lays it next to the strip of fabric. The untainted white colors clash with the truth of how tainted you truly are, letting your brothers have their way with you for so long and now them giving you wedding gifts after an agreement from a year ago.

A long strip of silk fabric is pulled out next, long enough that you’re able to definitely tell what it’s for. Atsumu gives you a look, one that immediately you obey. Settling in your back and putting your hands above your head, he smirks as you present yourself to him. After all, this is his big day just as it is yours and Osamu’s. “‘Samu, why don’t you get our baby girl some wine? I’m sure she’s absolutely parched after you drained her,”

“Wouldn’t water be better?” He huffs. “I’d have to get the wine from the cellar,”

“Oh come on, it’s her big day. She deserves some wine. Don’t you think so, darling?” Atsumu directs the last bit towards you, where you nod, sending Osamu off.

With him gone, Atsumu is more than happy to tie you up as vulnerable as you are. The bindings don’t rub against your skin harshly or even dig into the skin, keeping your skin unblemished. He secures the collar properly, tapping the bell with his finger as he smirks down at you, eyes lidded while they trail from the bell down your body. Your nightgown stayed on, but he didn’t need to take it off. It was loose enough to pull down the neckline and your cunt was dripping and bare for him underneath the material, so he didn’t worry about it. Taking the garter in his hands, he slowly begins to slide it onto your leg. He’ll take you as he did a year ago, with the garter on and your body almost completely hidden from him, yet he knows it better than Osamu does. He’s had practice to learn every spot that drives you wild, every single expanse of skin he can mark and you can’t hide, every noise you can make and how to make it happen. He knows it all and he doesn’t want Osamu to know his tricks.

Garter securely on, he can tell you’re anticipating something. But, he won’t do too much. A press of his fingers to your clit already has you squirming, overly sensitive from Osamu’s tongue. That won’t bother him, though; he’ll just stick with his fingers. Pressing two fingers to your clit, he slides them down until he’s right outside your entrance. Licking his lips at how desperate you look, he pushes them inside of you to hear a sweet mewl, your body jerking as the bell jingles. He’ll go slow and steady, rubbing your walls and making sure your thoughts are full of nothing but him.

While one hand is inside you, his other hand runs under your nightgown, pushing it up as he rubs his hand over your stomach. The heat in the room has your brain going fuzzy, but you can’t tell if it’s because of the room, the alcohol, or the sensitivity you’re suffering under. Only when Atsumu’s warm hand runs over your stomach do you look down at him, blinking away the tears. “You’ll be full of us, won’t you? You’ll give me and ‘Samu some babies, won’t you?” He moves his hand a bit faster, picking up the pace as the squelches get louder and you curl into the bedsheets even more. “You’d be such a good mommy, y’know?” He tells you, but you’ve stopped listening. With eyes clenched shut and your teeth gritting against each other, you’re creaming in his fingers as heavy pants leave your mouth. “Now, now, you know I like hearing you cry like a little lamb, princess. Let’s try that again, shall we?”

This time, he lines himself up properly with you. There’s no reason to be so gentle, him sliding in easily from all the fluid around your opening. “Fuck, seems like you’ve been doing nothing but screwing Osamu while I’ve been away, huh?” He grunts, putting one leg over his shoulder as he leans down to look at you. “Guess I’ll have to remind you who’s the better big brother,”

Atsumu holds nothing back, hips meeting yours as you find your eyes rolling and another orgasm quickly coming on. He’s relentless, forcing you to ride it with no breaks, even as your legs twitch and your breath hitches with each brush of his cock against your sweet spot. Sweet calls of his name fall from your lips, mingled with gibberish he couldn’t understand but he didn’t need to. All he needed was to hear you tell him he was the best. Grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to face him, he asked precisely that.

“You- nii-chan has the best cock! Much better than ‘Samu-nii!” You cry out, feeling another world rocking orgasm as he lifts your other leg, keeping you spread open nicely for him with your head is thrown back and your neck muscles tense.

“I’m gonna give you a baby, princess. We’ll be so happy, together,” Atsumu moans, hips stuttering until he’s shooting thick ropes of cum inside you, making your legs twitch and fluids spray against his abdomen, a gurgled moan from you. He continues to rut against you, making sure you take every drop he gives you.

By the time Osamu comes back, you’ll be blissfully asleep and satisfyingly full.

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Hello! Could you do hq aces with an omegan mate that has some more alpha mannerisms? (This is my first actual request and I’m nervous and idk if I did it right :/)

My entire week has been off schedule and I’m blaming allergies and genshin. Sakusa, Asahi, and Ushijima will be tomorrow.

Bokuto

> I feel like Bokuto wouldn't really notice it unless someone pointed it out. Sure, you're a bit more of a leader than other Omegas he's met, you're more boisterous than some, and you can also be a bit of a dominating character. You fit in easily with Bokuto and his friends, even his team didn't really have to change their demeanor around you.

> Akaashi probably points it out or Bokuto overhears other Omegas talking about how different you are. Really, even then, he doesn't see it as a problem. It just means you're a bit different, a bit on the quirky side which he's pretty fond of. So, he's okay with you being a bit more Alpha-like than other Omegas. Personality-wise, you're different, but that's what had him drawn to you.

Iwaizumi

> Another one who doesn't really notice it unless someone points it out. Oikawa would probably point out how you're different from most Omegas he's been around, then he jokes it's probably your personality that is what had you drawn to Iwaizumi instead of him. Cue a volleyball at his head courtesy of Iwaizumi himself.

> Hell, Iwaizumi would probably prefer you this way. He's not a fan of the flaunting, flirtatious Omegas that swarm around Oikawa so he'd probably have not given you the time of day if you were more Omega-like than you are. Really, the only reason you're allowed so close to him is because you're a breath of fresh air with what he constantly deals with.

Aran

> He'd notice it, but not bring it up. He's not one to pry and since he's grown up with the Miya twins, he knows better than anyone that personality is not set in stone depending on sub-gender. He's met cowardly Alphas, shy Alphas, outgoing and boisterous Omegas, and dominant Omegas before. They've never been a stereotype, never have and he's never judged based on their presentation.

> You're no different, not being judged the same way as you have been. Alphas smell you're an Omega and expect to walk all over you, only to find that you push back. Aran treats you as he would anyone else, Alpha, Beta, or Omega alike. The only one who doesn't really is Atsumu and Osamu, both being a troublesome duo. Aran sees you push back against their remarks and show that you're a decent person, not just someone based on their sub-gender and he'll treat you based on your personality.

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Request: Hello! I love your writing so much! May I request Alpha!Tsukishima w/breeding kink, tummy bulge and dumbification/degradation? (Whatever works better for you) I hope you are doing well, please don’t do my request if it makes you feel stressed out!

I worry I can’t do dumbification or mindbreak very well. I don’t know if it’s i haven’t read enough or they kinda seem the same? So I just went with degradation.

Warnings: breeding, tummy bulge, size kink, degradation, light cheek tapping but might be seen as slapping, knotting and creampie, but no heats or ruts, bit of mirror sex,

Alpha!Tsukishima + Breeding

A brief moment of exchanges were made before clothes were shed and you found yourself face down on the couch.

With days separating you from your beloved, you were desperate for any of his touches he was willing to give you. Even his harsh words no longer stung, but rather tickled and kissed your cheek as he let them loose. Harsh words couldn’t hide the fact he was undergoing the same feelings as you, desperate to be close to his mate once more after his job has forced you two to be separate.

Tsukishima was a simple Alpha with simple things that tickled his fancy. One was positioning. Having your face against the cushions while his hands roamed your ass, pinching and kneading the flesh was common on the weekends. His favorite name for you would often be used, just making you slicked up for him before he even thought of touching you there.

“Dripping like a whore in heat, aren’t you? I haven’t even touched you there, yet you smell as if it’s the only place I’ve been touching? Such a desperate little Omega that you can’t even control yourself?” His face comes closer to your ear, hot breath fanning over your ears as you feel his cock rub against your wet hole, coating itself in your slick. “How pathetic,”

His words are accompanied by him sheathing himself inside of you, making your eyes roll as your body is finally sated, feeling completely full. He doesn’t move for a few seconds, but he knows by now that you only take a few seconds to adjust and doesn’t waste his time. Moving his hand from your ass to your chin, he moves your head up so you can see yourself in the glass mirror. As it’s meant to help with your makeup while you watch television, it now serves its purpose to see mascara and eyeliner smudged.

His hand briefly moves, tapping your cheek before using his fingers to force you to smile. It’s hard to stay so calm as he continues thrusting inside of you, your body jerking with the force of his thrusts and the raging heat inside you to have more, but you manage to look. You look at how messy your face is and how your smile makes you look like you’ve been fucked out of your mind. Tsukishima is behind you, smirking at how easily you’ve fallen apart under his calculating touches. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you? I’m the only one that can get you like this, aren’t I?”

“Ye- Yesh, Tsu—“

“Ah, ah,” he taps your cheek again, a little bit harder this time. “Direct me properly, darling. Can’t have my pet be disobedient,”

“Of course, Alpha. Only you- ugh!” You fall back to the cushions, saying what he wanted to hear that let him drop you. It’s only a few more pumps of his cock and he’ll be pushing you both over the brink, but as you glance down you notice you can’t quite see his knot around the bulge he’s given you. “You’re so big,” you whisper, bringing a hand to trace the outline of his cock moving in and out of you. It’s almost hypnotizing, but you keep your hand moving down until you find your clit, rubbing the little bud until you feel the waves of pleasure grasp you firmly. “I- I’m!”

“Hold still,” he growls, pushing your neck to the cushions so you’re forced to hold still, feeling his knot push into your pulsating walls that give you the final push. Screaming into the cushions, you feel the fabric dampen under your drool, eyes rolling as your walls gushing and milk Tsukishima’s cock dry of every drop, desperate to take it all in.

“Mm- thank you,” you giggle, turning to see Tsukishima looking down, feeling his thumb moving over your entrance.

“Of course. As long as you take it all,”

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