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osamusriceballs · 11 months

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One week

Bokuto x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~ 1,7 k

About: Just Bokuto missing you so, so much. And kinda cumming too fast.

It's been a week.

Only one short week of you being apart.

You remember how you held Bokuto's face in your hands and told him that you'll miss him—and how he adorably pouted and told you that he'd miss you more and win this game for you and make you proud.

You had smiled and told him that you're always proud of him, and he had simply wrapped his arms tightly around you and kissed you goodbye.

It's been a week since that moment, and now you've been anxiously waiting for him to come back.

He did win the game. For you, baby, as he had proudly reassured you on the phone, telling you that he'll make sure to take the next flight to visit you—and you know he will come home any second.

A rustling noise of keys makes your ears perk up, and after a few moments that seem like forever, you finally see him.

Koutarou.

"Y/n!" His energetic voice echoes through your whole apartment, and you barely manage to get up before he already makes his way towards you and wraps his big arms around you.

"Baby, I missed you so much. So, so much." He emphasizes every word by pressing kisses against your cheeks, your lips—everywhere he could reach, his full lips feeling soft against your skin, just like you're used to remembering his touch.

"I've missed you too, Kou." You smile and press yourself closer to him, not leaving any distance between your bodies now. He instantly responds with his hands coming from your back to your hips, holding your body in a firm grip. You look up at him, noticing how intently he's suddenly looking at you. You squirm in his hold, a sudden feeling of want and need rushing through your body—oh, how you've missed his touch too during the past week. He seems to feel the same, his hands roaming around your body, wandering up on your shoulders, and resting on your ass cheeks finally, gently squeezing the soft flesh.

"Baby, can we... can we go to the bedroom, maybe?"

Your heart stops for a second, your body already tingling with slowly building anticipation. As much as you want to talk to him, you also want to be close to him- and, oh, how much you crave his touch now.

"Please." You tilt your face upwards and press your lips against his—in a deep and intense kiss, hoping to feel the same hunger from him, and he is quick to push his tongue into your mouth, turning the kiss into a messy tangle of tongues, lips molding against each other, and bodies pressing hardly against each other. His hands move from your ass to your thighs, and it only takes him one firm movement to grab them and wrap them around his waist. You grab his shoulders and bury your hand in his hair, enjoying the feeling of his soft fluffy hair, slightly pulling on the strands because you know the effect this has on him. He groans into the kiss, blindly stumbling in the direction of the bedroom, not paying too much focus on anything else besides you. You mentally bless his reflexes and strength for saving you both from falling when he stumbles against his bag that he had left on the ground, and he slightly pulls back to focus on the way, walking into your shared bedroom with a few hasty steps.

His grip on your thighs tightens when you rake your nails against his chest, feeling his muscles under the black shirt, your breathing pattern irregular when he finally reaches the bed and stops. An excited grin is displayed on his face when he turns to sit on the bed, the motion effectively placing you right on his lap. His hands leave their place on your thighs and wander under your shirt, feeling the warm skin of your stomach, grazing against your ribs, causing a whine to leave your lips while you involuntarily try to close your legs—a futile attempt when his thighs both rest between yours.

"Baby, I missed your body, missed touching you like this." He breathes out when he roams his hands against your bare skin, feeling you everywhere within his reach. "Kou, please touch me." You know that you sound whiny, that he is already touching you, but you just need more of him—you want to feel him everywhere.

"I am, I am, already touching you. What do you need, baby? I'll give it to you." One hand comes up from under your shirt and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are full of love and affection, a dark need lingering behind these pure emotions. That's the Koutarou you've been missing for so long—

"Want to feel you. Want everything." You mumble, knowing that he will take care of you so good—he always does. And he immediately nods and leans back to pull his shirt over his head, effectively leaving his upper body bare—and god, the smooth sun-kissed skin covering his muscular body makes your cheeks burn and flush. You push against his shoulders, and he gets the hint and rests his back on the bed, waiting for you to join him. And you're quick to lean down, still sitting straight on his crotch that you feel hardening with every shift of your body, and you start to kiss down on his neck, making your way down to his collarbones and chest. "Baby—" his voice has turned darker, more needy, and he throws his head back into the pillow when you lick and bite the skin on your way to his prominent v-line and to his dark happy trail right above his boxers.

"Baby—" a loud whimper leaves his lips, and he suddenly bucks his hips almost to your face. You lift your head and look up at him, his chest heaving heavily, and he suddenly sits up and leans down to kiss you intensely.

"Wanna feel you, baby. Please let me." He gently grabs your arms, and now it's your turn to lay on your back, and he gently pulls your shirt up to expose your chest. Your hands fist the sheets underneath as he pushes your bra to the side, and his head instantly leans down to kiss the valley between your tits. "Kou—" a gasp leaves you at his eagerness when he leaves messy, wet kisses against your body, but his hands already fumble with your pants. Bokuto helps you shed yourself out of your pants, and your panties are quick to follow.

You barely register how he undresses himself; in the next second, he's already hovering over you again and gasping your name against your neck.

"Y/n—missed you so much, baby," his voice right next to your ear makes you shiver in anticipation and you know he won't make you wait any longer. You arch further into him and push your hips against his, until you feel his bulge against your stomach. He grinds against you, the hardness of his cock pressing against you, and you slowly bring your hands down his back to bring your hand between your bodies to his cock, but he is quick to stop you when he realizes what you're about to do. "Can I—put it in already? Wanna feel your warmth, wanna be buried in your pussy." A shiver runs down his body, and you nod with a breathy whine when he lines up at your entrance.

So full. Only the head of his cock nudged between your legs, and you already feel full. He slowly inches deeper, the stretch delicious and welcome, especially since you haven't seen him for quite some time, and your body is overwhelmed with sensations and feelings. "Kou—"

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. I'm here." He keeps eye contact as he pushes deeper, but you can see him struggling as well, with his breath shallow and fast and his face blissed out.

He moans loudly for you when you clench around him, the sound unrestricted and loud in the room, and you tug on his silvery-white strands as a response. His moan changes to a whimper, a cute needy sound coming from this big, beefy man, and he finally allows his hips to move, to feel your warmth and wetness. You know you're already dripping for him, making his cock wet, and the lubrication makes him easily glide in and out of you. The first few thrusts start steady and slow, but the whimpering sounds won't stop coming from his lips, a few beads of sweat running down his forehead while he slowly ruts his hips against yours. "Baby—I'm sorry—" he gasps and presses his head against your neck. "Can't fuck you- like I want to—'s too much, missed you too much—" his hips suddenly stutter, and his body tenses on top of yours, and you feel him cumming, the warmth filling you up and making you feel so good while he cums and cums, throaty moans escaping his lips along an incoherent mixture of your name and prayers.

His body finally goes limp above yours, his massive weight caging you underneath, and you gently rake your nails against his back and caress the smooth skin under your fingers.

You stay like that for a few seconds, only your rapid breaths filling the room, until he tenses and sits up a bit to look at your face.

"Baby—I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cum so fast," another whimper leaves his lips when his softening cock slips from your pussy, and his cum starts leaking out from you. It's a lot. You felt him cumming before, and you know that he usually cums quite a lot- but the amount that's starting to leak from you now is insane.

"Kou—you came so much. All for me?" You ask and bring your hand to his cheek, only for him to lean into your touch. "All for you, baby. Haven't touched myself since I last saw you. Wanna give you everything, always."

He brings his lips down to yours and connects them in a deep kiss, his body slightly trembling from having just finished. He pulls back eventually with a look of sadness on his handsome face, and you know that he is disappointed in himself. "You didn't finish, baby. I want to make you feel good too." Your heart swells with affection at his words, and you smile at him with hearts in your eyes probably.

"It's fine. I'm feeling really good already."

"Y/n, baby." He smiles when he says your name and fully lifts his body, his prominent muscles on his chest and arms all showing when he leans back and looks down at you. "You know that I can give much more than that." He grins, the sweet playful grin that you love so much on him, and he leans down to kiss down on your body, his hands holding your waist and pressing you down to the sheets, and you know exactly what he's up to.

"Now, I'll make you feel really, really good, baby."

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sugawara-levi · 8 months

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Bokuto + in the car | Under the bridge

❀ Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader

❀ 0,8k words

❀ setting: smut, car sex, established relationship

❀ cw: handjob (f receiving), petnames (babe), swearing (fuck), creampie, unprotected sex

Bokuto will just pull up at a random curb while you’re out driving and look you dead in the eyes and goes,

“Babe, I’m horny” with the biggest doe eyes you ever saw. Fuck what a beautiful sight that man is.

It doesn’t take long till you’re parked in a more secluded spot with his hand between your thighs, working it’s magic.

Slowly, slowly his palms drag up along you thighs, lingering where they are fuller, where they barely touch each other if you stand up straight. It’s his favourite spot.

Soon enough his lips are on yours, you can’t think straight but you can feel him drawing circles through the fabric of you trousers.

As his lips travel on from you mouth, freeing your quiet moans, his hand starts rubbing up and down the inside of your thighs, just how you like it. You have to pull him off of your neck to get him back on your lips, and you feel your lips burn as your teeth clash together forcefully.

“Fuck, y/n.”

As he’s moving on to your clit you can feel yourself getting hard and wet at the friction, and your hips buck up involuntarily against his hand.

“So pretty, so pretty my y/n.”

You can barely suppress you moans, the tiny bit of sanity you have left reminding you that you are still in the car, still in a public area.

“Louder for me babe? Can’t hear ya, no one can hear ya, just me.”

That’s what it takes for your sanity to disappear completely. Don’t think Bokuto is any better, mumbling and fumbling all over you. With the sounds of the both of you combined you can probably be heard a mile away.

Soon your bottom clothes are discarded as he works his way around your panties to start gnawing at your core without any annoying hindrances. It’s so hot down there, his fingers are almost burning against your skin, and the seat beneath you is definitely getting soaked.

In a slow motion he drags his finger through your labia before he pushes one in ever so slightly. There's just something about the setting that makes this whole thing way more exiting than it needed to be, and you inhale sharply against his lips as he ads a second finger. Pumping in and out of you. With how wet you are the friction is not nearly enough and you're humping against his every thrust.

“Boku... need more.” you get out between his intense kisses.

“On it babe.”

Looking over to his side you can see that he's already unbuckled his trousers and is sporting a rather obvious hard-on. How had you not noticed till now?

He's working on his own needs for merely a second before you lean over and pull his seat as far back as it goes.

“Oh-ho~ impatient are we?” he teases.

Instead of answering you climb over to his seat and position yourself as best you can.

Looking up at him he looks so pleased with himself, like you’re some fucking trophy. You decide to silence him.

In a spark of lust you grab his face by the cheek and look him dead in the eyes as you lower yourself onto his cock.

“o”

It’s your turn to grin, “Not so cocky now, huh?”

He lets out an exasperated breath followed by chantings of your name. “y/n y/n y/n.”

When you start moving up and down it doesn’t take long for the both of you to be reduced to nothing but moans.

Some boys are quiet, Bokuto is not one of them.

Your moans as well as his breaths and grunts and occasional moans fill the whole car.

When he starts bucking up into you you can barely keep up anymore and you have to use all your energy to steady yourself against the roof of the car. As he pushes up into you with all his might.

In the back of your mind you register briefly that maybe you’re being just a bit more vocal than usual. Is it the setting? Are you both turned on so much by raw fucking in the car?

As his breathing becomes less coherent and your moans more of a whimper the answer is clear to you.

“Fuuck Y/n, cumming”

“me too baby” with your neck craned like this up agains the roof it’s a wonder it didn’t break.

“can I- come inside? Beautiful girl”

“mhm, yeah, please, haah”

At the same time you both reach your climax. You shuddering against him, his pace stopping and you finally coming down from the awkward position.

Resting on his lap you can feel the cum still spurting inside of you as you both come down from your heights. And slowly making its way down and out as he goes limp inside you.

“That. was great.”

“Repeat another time?”

“Fuck yes.”

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touchlikethesun · 1 month

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kuroo's an asshole and gets people riled up on purpose for funsies, but he's also genuinely a very caring guy and tries his best to help and encourage people.

tsukki's an asshole, and if he doesn't like you he will laugh as you run off a cliff. if he does like you, he'll laugh at you for being thick, but he'll stop you before you can truly hurt yourself. (bonus secret soft side can be unlocked, but watch out)

oikawa is an asshole, but only because he's keeping up an act to protect himself - and to make others laugh. when the act drops, he's shockingly serious and sincere no trace of assholerey to be found.

kags isn't an asshole at all, he's just incredibly straightforward, and people constantly mistake his bluntness as him being a dick on purpose.

most people get fooled by suga's outward appearance and think he's a nice guy just so sweet, but that's just because they aren't paying attention. make no mistake his asshole streak runs dangerously strong.

#a meditation on my top 5 fav characters lol #sometimes oikawa and suga switch out with bokuto and akaashi #also i dooooo feel like yams should be on this list #but as of right now in this moment this is the list also these 5 have something in common whereas yams bokuto and akaashi'd be out of place #kuroo tetsurou #tsukishima kei #oikawa tooru #kageyama tobio #sugawara koushi #haikyuu

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rinsaint · 2 years

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“CAN YOU SEND ME 100 DOLLARS PRANK”

⁰⁰¹ cw. Mentioning of drugs but nothing serious!!

⁰⁰² characters. USHIJIMA, SUNA, BOKUTO.

⁰⁰³ authors note. This is my first ever smau !! i wanted to try it out and try something diff other than writing and i think it turned out good !!

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:

SUNA RINTAROU:

BOKUTO KOUTAROU:

#i definitely feel like ushijim calls his s/o ‘hun’ or ‘darling’#**ushijima #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #suna fluff #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna smau #suna rintarou fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #ushijima smau #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto smau #hq fluff #hq x reader #hq smau

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freakurodani · 9 months

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akaashi uses formality as a defense

he verbally keeps people at arms length so he can emotionally keep people at arms length

he is so scared to be wanting

his parents werent around much, their lack of attention hurt him, and he never wants to be disappointed like that again

and then

he meets bokuto

who gives him praise so freely, who thinks he is capable of so much, and effortlessly demands more of akaashi

its too good to be true, so he better not start getting greedy

#hq!!#conspiracy lvl: text #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi #bokuto #bkak #ough im in my feels tonight

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suckishima · 7 months

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setter..

#lmaooo #hq #official #bokuto #akaashi #i feel like i see akaashi get portrayed as not having a sense of humor a lot but dude loves a pun apparently lollll #2021 reread

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fortheharbingers · 2 years

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"it's not just about sex. it's about the intimacy, of being vulnerable with one another, being so close to one another emotionally and physically. ...but it's also about sex and fucking so good all you can think about is each other."

kuroo, daichi, noya, tanaka, bokuto, akaashi, oikawa, makki, iwiazumi, ennoshita, tendou, osamu, kita

#consider this like: how good just lying naked feels and its such a peaceful and comforting moment but also u cannot get a hold of ur hands #tbh i fele like i should add someone else like someone is MISSING but i cant think rn so uh yea #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou #daichi sawamura #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #oikawa tooru #hanamaki takahiro #ennoshita chikara #tendou satori #miya osamu #kita shinsuke #iwaizumi hajime #nova writes<3

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hinata-boke · 1 year

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what r they doing

#haikyuu #oikawa #kuroo #iwaizumi #kenma #my art #doodle #i love their interactions in the extras so so much #they would be unstoppable chaotic besties #get bokuto in there too #this was a good exercise in drawing again tbh i feel like my brain hasnt been dialed in recently

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oodlesofowls · 2 years

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Inktober day 28: camping (campfire)

Did I do a simpler style because I was lazy? Yes. Does it fit the vibe anyway? Uh yes.

Also am I crazy or does this remind anyone of that one book goodnight moon? Maybe it’s the over saturated colors idk

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flwrbo · 8 months

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nothings gonna hurt you baby.

sometimes when bokuto is really upset he comforts himself in tight spaces. you find a solution for that.

bokuto koutaro x f!reader. angst&comfort. fluffy. implied chubby reader

it was a rough day for bokuto.

it had started out just fine, if not just a tiny bit anxiety inducing, riding in his car together to his parents’ house. the two of you tried to make it down a few times a year to tide them over, but you personally weren’t interested in having it become a reoccurrence. not that you had any issues with his family especially, but the way bokuto always left with the smallest look of exhaustion was enough to make you want to throw your car keys down the drain and delete his parents’ house from your shared GPS system.

but, still, he made a promise to them so the two of you went. it’s always fine until it isn’t, dinner perfectly prepared with artistically placed cutlery. you pretend not to notice the way bokuto’s mother’s eyes give you a silently dissatisfied look, smoothing your dress a little over your curves before returning a small tight lipped smile. these are the smaller things you can look away from, if it meant bokuto would be pleased.

his father, however, was a different story. “still holding that odd job?” he’d asked you, cutting into the fine steak they were enjoying for dinner. you wipe your mouth, trying to remain polite as you smile, tight lipped. you wouldn’t consider the job you’d held for over three years an “odd job” but you weren’t exactly in the business of starting issues. not here. not with bokuto’s hand holding yours, his thumb caressing you in small motions.

“well at least one of you is bringing in money,” he sips from his wine glass. the smallest twitch of bokuto’s hand is nearly unnoticeable, but not to you. not to you.

“well, actually, bokuto has been doing extremely well in his practice matches lately. he was getting scouted just the other week, i’m certain he’s going to make it pro,” you hold a strong tone, tightening your grip and smiling proudly over at your boyfriend.

our of character, bokuto doesn’t speak. he’s seemingly too focused on inspecting the glass of wine in his hand.

“i, personally, don’t think it’s such a crime that she’s pulling some weight. it’s the least she can do…” bokuto’s mother trails off on the last part of the sentence. you can’t help the look of embarrassed shock that flashes your eyes before you can stop it, almost forgetting to bite your tongue.

“that’s enough, mom.” bokuto finally speaks, setting his glass down. time passes by, silence almost choking.

“well,” she responds, clearing her throat and rising to her feet. “i should bring out the dessert.” she dismisses herself to the kitchen.

his father’s eyes stare scrutinizingly, before he drops the biggest bomb of the evening. “you better not disappoint me again, son.”

the evening is pretty silent from then on.

it’s quiet through dessert, through goodbyes, even through the car ride home. the wind is all you can hear through the cracked windows as bokuto grips onto your hand like a lifeline.

finally arriving home, you go into your shared room to slip your dress off, avoiding the mirror as you replay his mother’s words in your head. once dressed, makeup removed, and hair undone you realized you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend in quite awhile.

“kou?” you call out, walking out of the room. the bathroom is empty, he’s not standing in the kitchen, and his shoes are still by the door so you know he’s not gone anywhere. “hm.” you mumble, walking into your nook.

you see him just as you’re sure he sees you. he’s under your small bookshelf, arms crossed over his legs with his head resting down.

“hi, kou,” you whisper, kneeling down beside him.

“hi.” he mumbles, cheek squished against his knee.

“cmon,” you whisper, rubbing a soft hand on his leg. “let’s get you into something comfy,”

he doesn’t respond for awhile before whispering, “can you just stay with me for a moment?”

your heart cracks in two, nodding before sitting in a more comfortable position, leaning against the bookshelf. your caressing movements on his leg doesn’t stop.

time passes, sad silence filling the air while you wait for him. eventually, he slowly nods just a little.

“okay,” you mouth, standing up and helping him stand up. his legs crack a little as he finally stretches them out.

he’s led by you to the room, rustling through the drawers until you find his favorite sleep shirt and the softest pajama pants he owns. you pass them to him before turning and putting some soft, low music on. once dressed he gingerly gets in the bed, opting for his regular spot on the edge but you shake your head a little, guiding him farther into it until he’s against the wall. it left a perfect place for you in front of his chest, holding him close between yourself and the hard surface behind him. it grounded him.

he sighs out a little as if in relief, comforted at the enclosed space.

“i love you, koutaro. they don’t know what they’re talking about.”

he mulls over this thought and you could almost see the billions of doubts roaming through his head through his eyes as he tries to find the words.

“i should’ve stuck up for you. i care too much about what they think, it causes me to shut down. it’s not.. fair.” he whispers. you shake your head, pressing a tight kiss to his lips.

“it was a rough night. i can be strong enough for the both of us when we need it.”

you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you almost too tightly into him.

“i love you, too.” he responds.

you let out a small breathless chuckle. “i sure hope so. this would be a little awkward otherwise.” you press another kiss, onto his shoulder this time. “you’re the best wing spiker in the world, kou. but you don’t have to prove it to them. you’re gonna prove it to the world.”

he perks up at the sound of this. “can’t wait to hear the sounds of people calling my name…” his eyes finally sparkle again for the first time that night. “as long as you’re the loudest.” he presses a big kiss to your lips, bone crushing you back into the hug.

#hq bokuto #bokuto koutaro x reader #fluff #angst and comfort #<3.b.k #<3.bokuto #i’m finally writing for bo again i feel like i’m home #hq x reader #<3.chubby reader

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