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xfgpng · 1 year

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“just the tip”

when he first met you, he found you annoying. it wasn’t because you did anything in particular, he just couldn’t understand how you could get underneath his skin with just a slight tilt of your head or the way you laughed with your whole body, pretty eyes crinkling at the corners.

you were kind to him sure but you never really showed interest in him outside being acquainted. it drove him crazy.

 why didn’t you want him because fuck, he wanted you so badly.

he’d be up and nights, big hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he closed his eyes, thinking about you and your pretty face. he wondered how you’d look laid out underneath him, struggling to take his cock because he was just too big for you.

how your lips, always glossy and plump due to your lipgloss, would look wrapped around the mushroom head of his dick. he had to bite back a moan, tightening his hold around the base so he could edge himself. he needed you so badly that he could barely focus on any other girl.

the man was convinced you were using those crystals he had heard your friends talking about. why else was he so into you when you gave him no impression that the feeling was mutual.

“fuck fuck fuck” he whines, whines like a bitch and he should feel embarrassed but he can’t even think about how desperate he sounds. he thinks it’ll be worse when he does finally get the courage to speak to you one on one.

he had no issues with getting around, his own friends like to call him a slut but he didn’t care and he was absolutely willing and ready to stop his one night stands if you just let him put the tip in.

he needed to have you.

|| eren, suna, bokuto,toji&gojo

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sluttsumu · 8 months

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☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked

warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty

a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.

atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.

at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.

he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.

kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.

“so….miya”

atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.

“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.

“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”

the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.

despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.

sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

the video started playing.

atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”

experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.

“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.

everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.

grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.

“knock yourselves out.”

the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.

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joyaphoria · 1 year

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bokuto literally does anything with your pussy because his impulsive thoughts just take over. like u could be chilling on your bed together and in less than a second there's a huge figure underneath the sheets, between your legs. you lift up the sheet to give bo a questioning glance, but he's quick to yank your nightgown up over your hips, pull your panties down, and just press his face against your plush cunt. you'll jump and drop the sheet to gasp and arch upwards, but thats really all it is. you have to stifle a laugh when you hear the sound of a deep inhale, and lift back up the sheets to find out what your baby is doing under the covers. honestly, you're not surprised to find bokuto just breathing in and out, his nose almost flush against your pussy. "so intoxicating," he'll sigh, his hands gripping both sides of your hips as he just breathes your cunt, and you have to sigh and lie back, wondering what the hell's gotten into him this time.

#—joylovesyou #mdni #haikyuu #hq #haikyuu smut #hq smut #bokuto kotarou #bokuto koutaro #bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto thirst #haikyuu thirsts #boktuo x reader smut #literally my intrusive thoughts bye

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maezume · 5 months

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 have a thing for seeing you in their clothes. seeing you drowning in a shirt that’s normal for them, but huge on you has their dick throbbing. the way his shirt swallows you, so you refuse to wear anything else underneath. when you reach up to grab something he can’t help but feel something when your thighs and that pretty pussy poke out the bottom. when his mind wanders and he can’t help but imagine you underneath him, panting and moaning with his fingers stuffed in that slutty cunt of yours. “what a slut.. wearing my clothes with nothing underneath? yeah? you’re just begging to be fucked like a whore huh..” he’d mutter, imagining himself fucking you faster and watching your lips fall into an ‘o’. as much as you wished you could say you didn’t want to have this effect on him, you very much planned your night to go like this. not that you’d admit that you like it when he jerks off to seeing you getting fucked out in his clothes, but you definitely do.

kageyama tobio, itoshi rin, tsukishima kei, kuroo testuroo, bokuto koutaro, geto suguru and all of your favs!

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aztecbrujeria · 5 months

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Sitting here thinking about being between his legs, spread wide for you, and licking his juicy bulge that’s still covered in his underwear….hearing him moan and press his hardening sex into your tongue…while you reach down and stuff your own sloppy pussy.

Toji, Sukuna, Anzai, Obi, Konro, Neuvillette, Wrios, Bokuto, Ushijima, Osamu, Izuku, Bakugo, Shoto, Levi, Hua chang, Zhongli, Capitano, Fukuzawa, Dazai, Kunikida

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renardiererin · 1 year

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parting your lips with his thumb to get your mouth open wide as he gathers all the spit in his mouth into a collection to spit onto your tongue as hard as he can, just so he can watch you close your pretty lips together and swallow his saliva. smirking as he watches your throat roll when you swallow, taking note that not once did your eyes leave his, even after he’d looked away to scan over the rest of your pretty exposed body beneath him.

“that’s such a good fucking girl for me, baby”

sakusa, SUNA, TSUKISHIMA, bokuto, kuroo, sugawara, osamu, DAISHOU, TENDOU, toji, GOJO, NANAMI

keywords

spit kink, haikyuu, haikyu, jujutsu kaisen, hq, jjk, jjk dilfs, spit fetish, smut

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satoruswifeyyy · 4 months

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HAIKYUU REACTS TO THIRST TWEETS

Characters: Sugawara Koushi, Daich Sawamura, Kuroo Tetsuro, Kenma Kozume, Bokuto Kotaro, Akaashi Keiji, Oikawa Tooru, Hajime Iwaizumi, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Warnings: cringey thirst tweets :)

1. Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara: I could also procrastinate and never do you? Good tweet tho *winks*

2. Daichi Sawamura

Daichi: *awkwardly laughs* well these tweets went from 0 to horny real quick. To answer, no.

3. Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo: well as a person who loves science experiments how could I say no- *camera cuts*

4. Kenma Kozume

Kenma: *stares at the tweet and then at the camera* why are we here again? Who told you that I lose?

5. Bokuto Kotaro

6. Akaashi Keiji

Bokuto: *looks down and holds his right boob and visibly confused* why would you want to show your face into this?

Akaashi: *deadpan* I would rather die than do that. Also, I don't have a wife.

7. Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa: kinky. Lucky for you I like to hit *winks*

8. Iwaizumi Hajime

*camera cuts*

Iwaizumi: *flexes his biceps* I get that a lot from oikawa- *camera cuts*

9. Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima: *looks at the camera with no expression* get some help.

#sugawara kōshi #daichi sawamura #kuroo testuro #kenma kozume #bokuto kotaro #akaashi keiji #tooru oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu #haikyuu incorrect quotes #thirst tweets #haikyū!!

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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how firefighter!hq eats you <3 [nsfw]

hello my friends <3 the pup is back with some firefighter!hq drabble.

warnings: NSFW, afab!reader, dom! vibes, not well written, but still kinda fun!

engine boys.

engine boys are deliberate when their heads are between your thighs. they’re skillful and accurate with their tongues, flicking your clit just right to have your toes curling and back arching. they’re pulling another orgasm from your dripping heat with their middle and ringer fingers curled slightly, rubbing that sweet spot that has you creaming. they’re skillful at hitting that spot, time after time, after time; it’s what engine boys do best. the stamina that engine boys have is almost terrifying as they pull more than two orgasms from your weeping hole. you’re crying as you’re cumming, begging for a break when their eyes peer up at you from below, a glint in them that has your body reeling. “you know better than to interrupt a hungry man, baby”

atsumu, shoyo, oikawa, iwaizumi, kenma, suna, wakatoshi, tendou, maki

truckies.

truckies eat pussy for themselves, not for you. their tongues are fat as they flatten against your clit, obnoxiously slurping the wetness you have to offer. they’re almost barbaric with how lewdly they moan and grunt into your pussy, hips rutting against the mattress as their fingers swirl your clenching hole. your poor cunt is scissored open with two fat fingers as their mouth suctions to your throbbing clit, “o-oh fuck,” you whimper softly, hands tangling in their hair as they piston their fingers into your quivering cunt. you’re seeing stars, the force of their actions throwing you into the deep end of your orgasm. you’re damn near screaming as your vision goes white, body overheating with the quaking orgasm that overtakes you. he cums as your squirt sheens over his face, fucking his hips into the mattress more as he sloppily licks at your pussy, fingers never stopping their assault on your walls.

koutaro, aone, osamu, aran, meian, issei, kyoutani, kageyama, daichi <333

if you have differing ideas on who is a truckie vs engine boy, please feel free to keep them to yourself. also, i did not include squad guys because i don't really work with them anymore so?

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nope-i-dont-think-i-will · 2 years

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How Haikyuu ___ Would Hold Their Partner:

Captains!

Btw reminder- these are all just headcannons!!

Daichi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Daishou, Ushijima, Oikawa, Terushima, Kita, Futakuchi x reader.

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Sawamura Daichi:

Daichi would put his hands on your hips and just hold you to his chest with minimal effort. He does it while laying down and cuddling, but he does it the most on those serene early mornings. It's his favorite time to hold you, as you cook breakfast he cages your body within his own and lays gentle kisses to your neck with a satisfied smile. He feels at peace in these domestic embraces, and he loves to feel when you relax further into his touch and his next words are always "I love you.."

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Tetsuro Kuroo:

Kuroo would hold you with one arm draped over your shoulders, holding you to his chest. He would come home and hold you this way to put his other hand in the perfect position to tilt your chin to be at his level to plant kisses to your lips and mumble to you about his day in between small "I love you baby"s and "god I missed you"s. Hes clingy, and he finds this position to be the way to hold you the closest.

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Koutaro Bokuto:

Bokuto loves to hold you in his lap, an arm around your back and your head in his chest. He loves being all cuddled up to you, showing you the memes on his phone and enjoying your laughter. This position gives him ample ability to enjoy your warmth and reach every part of your face to press kisses to it at any opportunity he wants. A small kiss to your nose is always the first thing that happens, and he will never explain why, but he just finds it so cute when you give him that little confused stare as you look at him red-faced after.

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Suguru Daishou:

Daishou's favorite way to hold you is with an arm around your back as you lean into his side. He likes to feel you just being there and being content. He might not seem like the type, but with you he loves that domestic feeling. Sitting in silence and reading/watching two separate things while enjoying the feeling of being together is his favorite way to enjoy his day. He also really likes to lean over and press a small kiss or two to your temple and feel you cuddle even further into him.

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Wakatoshi Ushijima:

Ushijima's favorite way to hold you is you laying on his chest or lap and one of his hands layed ever so lightly on your back. He likes to read to you as you two cuddle to sleep in this position. He presses a tiny kiss to your forehead before he turns to the next chapter of whatever book the two of you are on that night. If you fall asleep like this he just smiles, closing the book expertly with one hand and moves only slightly to get his head into a good position so you both could enjoy a well deserved nap.

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Toru Oikawa:

Oikawa is a guy of style, and his favorite way to hold you has it's own stylistic flare. He likes to hold you with on hand on your waist and the other between your shoulder blades with your head to his chest and the two if you lay together. Your legs tangle together and his thumb runs circles on your shoulder blades, his head sits just above your own and he breathes in the smell of your shampoo. Hes content and happy together with you in your dance of a cuddle position.

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Yuji Terushima:

Terushima loves holding you with your head in his lap and his hands messing with your hair or a hand gently brushing your cheek or your waistline. He adores watching you come undone from a stressful day as you lay in his lap and vent about whatever made your day so awful as his gentle touch lulls you to sleep. It makes him feel so powerful and important to see and hear you relax and mutter a few "I love you"s at the actions he is doing. He may seem like a shallow guy, but when he found you, the person he thinks is the one, he embraces the love of just being there in the moment with you.

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Shinsuke Kita:

Kita holds you by holding your hand and having you curled into his side or on his chest. If your curled into his side: he presses a kiss to your forehead and mutters about him loving you before going back to whatever he was doing before you sat down: only this time his non-dominate hand is intertwined into yours. If your on his chest he holds one of your hands at your chest line and the other caresses your cheek gently until the two of you decide to fall asleep.

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Kenji Futakuchi:

Futakuchi doesn't really hold you, instead you just lay on him and he rubs your back or thighs or runs a hand through your hair silently, enjoying those few peaceful moments. He is a bit of a fan of roughhousing and tickling/games, but these holding moments are usually on days where he is tuckered out and just wants to sit there with you and be there. He will also sometimes lay his head in your lap and fall asleep with your hands running through his hair.

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xfgpng · 1 year

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“she ride me like a p✰rnstar”

his legs won’t stop shaking, groaning loudly as you kiss the head of his cock. he feels so good but way past overstimulated and he can hear ringing in his ears. he hears how you giggle, your own legs shaking and you struggle to crawl up to kiss his lips.

he can feel the phantom sensation of your pussy gripping his cock, balls still so heavy. he only ever feels this way with you and you drive him crazy every single time. he can’t get enough of how you ride him, using him like one of your toys and he lays back, taking everything.

the way your nails dig into his chest, leaving marks that always gets him so fucking hard. his grip on your hips is tight and it hurts but you love it. you want him to lose control and fuck you like he hates you.

how can he not fall in love when you kiss his tip after every fucking round, every time. he’s so whipped and even when he knows he’ll end up shooting blanks, he can’t stop.

he loves being inside you, it’s so wet and warm and if he’s whining, whimpering, he doesn’t care. he wants you to know just how good you make him feel.

“so good — fuckfuckfuck baby” he moans, his eyes so glossy from unshed tears and god he’s so pretty like this.

| bokuto, sakusa, osamu, kakucho, mikey,& ran

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shingekinosimpson · 2 years

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Horny Haikyuu!! Headcannons

aka the imaginatively titled 'How they like to fuck you.'

Featuring: Tanaka, Asahi, Daichi, Sugawara, Oikawa, Atsumu bonus Bokuto!

18+ mdni

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Tanaka: If there's anyone who can make you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world it's Tanaka. He loves it when you ride him, gazing up at you like he can barely believe you're real. His hands roam everywhere, unable to decide which part of you he wants to touch the most - squeezing your hips, stroking from your stomach up to your chest, caressing your thighs, digging his fingertips into your ass - he wants it all. And christ does he sound good, his quiet 'oh god's and overwhelmed moans as he watches you switch between bouncing and rolling your hips. It's commendable how long he lasts given the effect you have on him.

Asahi: Similar to Tanaka, Asahi is another king of making you feel worshipped, staring at you in awe as you bounce on his cock. 'Fuck you're so beautiful' he chokes, as you grasp his shoulders and impale yourself over and over on his length. He loves doing this in a seated position, holding you close and drawing your breast into his warm mouth as you take what you need. However, even a sweetheart like Asahi has his limits and when you reach yours, thighs trembling and pleas spilling from your lips as you beg for him, something in Asahi snaps. The tables turn very quickly when Asahi hoists you up and slams you down on the mattress, practically bending you in half as he pounds into you. You both moan loudly against each other’s lips, before coming hard and long with a cry of the other’s name.

Daichi: Back your ass up into this boy at your own risk! You used to think of 'spooning' as something quite sweet and snuggly. Not anymore! You quickly learn that nothing gets Daichi riled up more than when you sleepily roll onto your side and shuffle your hips back to meet his. He paws at you, caressing and squeezing you awake, pressing his growing erection against your curves. He likes to keep you in this position throughout, holding one of your knees bent as he literally fucks you sideways. The moans he muffles into the back of your neck get louder when he uses his free hand to play with your clit. You clench hard around him, your keening and desperate cries of his name barely drowning out the slap of his hips against your ass as he finally spills inside of you.

Sugawara: Nothing gets Suga off more than you begging for him, so expect to be teased within an inch of your life! He knows exactly what he's doing when he briefly kisses your shoulder, lets his hand linger a little too long on your waist or brushes his thigh against yours. But he never initiates anything, taking great pleasure when you finally give in and start kissing him, moaning at the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours. Sometimes the teasing stops there, sometimes it doesn't. After undressing you both, Suga stops. "What do you need sweetheart?" You beg him to touch you. "Take a seat then," he grins patting his knee. You straddle his thigh and he gently takes your hand, pressing it against his hard cock. "Let's see how well you touch me first." You can't help rolling your hips against his tense quads as his pants and keens get louder. His thigh is slick and sticky with you by the time he finally gives in to your demands. He makes you come, embarrassingly quickly, on just his fingers before laying you down and fucking you properly.

Oikawa: This smug bastard needs put in his place and what better way to do it than to have him tied to the bed with your panties stuffed in his mouth. His muffled grunts and moans sound so good when you're riding him, watching how the muscles in his arms flex the closer he gets. If you're feeling generous you'll let him come with you. Most of the time though, his bratty behaviour warrants a different approach. On those occasions you take exactly what you need, growling at him not to come. Once you're satisfied, it's time for some serious edging. He thrashes wildly as you stroke his slick cock, sobbing and keening when you finally, finally give him permission to come.

Atsumu: Absolute king of eating pussy. Nothing gets this boy off more than devouring you over and over. Sometimes he's nice enough to listen to your demands for his cock, sliding into your sloppy cunt after pulling one blissful orgasm from you with his tongue. Other times he gets completely carried away, relentlessly lapping at you as he holds you in place. The feeling of your thighs tensing and clenching as you try to squirm has him moaning into your pussy and - more often than not - rutting into the bedsheets as he chases his own release.

Bokuto: yells Hey! HEY! HEYY!! the first time he sees your pussy

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iwaizumis-bitch · 2 years

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PERV-FECT DAY FOR A POOL PARTY!

haikyuu + aot men being pervy at the pool!

CONTENT WARNINGS: pervy men, groping/fondling, semi-public male masturbation, non-con photos

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the sunscreen applies

they just want a feel! that can’t be that bad, right? he'll offer to lather you up, big hands feeling every inch of your skin that he could. 'sorry, it's cold', he'll whisper into your ear, massaging the sunscreen into your shoulders. he'll dip lower, fighting the dirty thoughts in his mind to unclasp the frilly bikini. they'll smooth over your mid-back, fingertips pressing into your ribs. truth is, he didn't really want to be here. a pool party just wasn't his scene. but if he got to feel you all over with no excuse? he would put up with it. his fingers trail upwards slowly cupping your tits gently from the side, cock stirring in his swim trunks. he'll pull away after a few moments, continuing lathering the cream down to your lower back, tongue poking out between his lips as he stares at your ass, barely covered by the flimsy bikini bottoms. he takes in a sharp breath, hands moving to cup your ass cheeks before his mind could comprehend what he was doing. you didn't move away, much to his shock. you breathed out a sigh of..relief?, maybe even pleasure? as he fondled your ass cheeks, rubbing in the cream with his cock leaky in his board shorts. you finally turn around, giving him a few of those perfect tits as you looking at with a sultry look in your eyes through your sunglasses. 'thank you, (name), but it's not really that sunny today', you say, giving him a coy smirk as he looks at the sky, which was mostly cloudy. fuck.

kenma, sakusa, levi, armin, tsukishima, kyoutani, aone, kageyama, asahi, akaashi

swim buddies

swim buddies!! they’ll dive into the water below you, getting a blurry peek of your pretty body through the chlorine. he’ll challenge you to all kinds of games, swimming races, who can hold their breath the longest, but his favourite game to play is chicken fighting. whenever someone brings it up, he’s always opting you to be his partner, bragging about how good you two are together. he’ll crouch under the water, a small smirk catching the corner of his lips as he feels your thighs wrap around his head. he loops his arms around them, using your hips to hold you up. god, he just wishes his face was the other way around, but this would have to do. he’ll hold onto you tightly as you attempt to knock the other girl off, giggling and swaying all over the place, after you almost slip off, he’ll grab your asscheeks to keep you in place. he hopes no one’s wearing goggles, because his cock is rock hard against his his shorts as he feels your squeeze your thighs around his head. eventually, you lose your balance and fall over, splashing into the water. he grabs you by your waist, pulling you back up much to your dismay. as you roll your eyes at him. ‘you always drop me!’, you complain, leaning your head against the brick ledge against the pool. he only chuckles bashfully, flicking your forehead teasingly. ‘not my fault you wiggle around too much’, he retorts, resting his hand down on the ledge behind you. he’s glad you can’t see his other hand beneath the water, palming his erection through his jeans whilst he reminisces the feeling of your asscheeks on his hands.

atsumu, matsukawa, eren, jean, oikawa, hinata, kuroo, tendou, connie

the sun tanners

the men who prefer to lay back in their sunchair, a pair of sunglasses over their eyes and the sun shining down on their stomachs. he'll have a pair of dark shades over his eyes, hiding his wandering eyes from anyone who was curious. he'll prop his knees up, resting a towel over them nonchalantly. then, he'll slowly slip a hand under the towel, under the elastic of his board shorts as he starts to toy with his cock. his eyes are glued on you, sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet dipped into the water. he could see the curve of your ass from here, aching to get a feel of it. he swore if he looked close enough, he could see your nipples becoming erect through the skimpy fabric which did a pathetic job of covering your tits. he breathes in shakily when you laugh at something the guy trying to chat you up says, making your chest jiggle seductively. he hisses, pressing his thumb against the head of his cock as it leaks with pre cum. it wasn't enough, seeing you like this now. he quickly used his other hand to pull his phone from his bag, doing a double take to check no one was behind him to witness the perverted act he was about to commit. he quickly opened the camera app, using his pointer and thumb to zoom in the camera as far in as he could. he lifts his phone up to his face, pretending to be scrolling through social media as he presses the white button repeatedly. capturing your sexy body in all different angles and poses, and you were oblivious to it. oblivious to the fact that he would shortly leave, examining his photography work with a small smirk on his face. you were too easy.

ushijima, erwin, sugawara, zeke, reiner, suna, osamu, iwaizumi

thank you for reading!! likes, reblogs, follows, and general feedback are all appreciated♥️

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sukiloves · 2 years

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reward ; bokuto k.

starring ... BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

includes ... post timeskip!bo, sub! reader, bottom! reader, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, ddlg, dom/sub dynamics, use of the petname ‘princess’ (oh no my fave pet names are being revealed! :o), also super short bcs i never got to finish this 😅

notes ... feeling a lil stressed out lately and i need a big strong man to comfort me uwu/ this has been rotting in my drafts since idk when and thought abt publishing it 😌

thinking about sitting in between bokuto's lap whenever you're stressed and he lets you straddle his thigh, cooing how you've been so good, being a good girl for daddy and working hard these past few days, you deserve a reward, don't you?

he'll kiss you tenderly at first, oh so sweet you would think he would just like to cuddle with you, wrap you in his big strong arms. but he always get excited, he's always passionate in everything he does and right now he's passionate about comforting you.

the kiss would turn heated, sloppy, and later you'll find yourself grinding down on his muscular thigh. bokuto's controlling your every movement, hands gripping your hips as he rocks you back and forth, making you feel every ridge and the fabric of his pants.

he would push your panties to the side, rubbing your folds up and down to collect the wetness gathering there before circling your clit. he would tell you how beautiful you are all wet like this, looking so perfect for daddy.

he wouldn't make you beg this time and he will insert a finger into you slowly, letting you adjust to the pace he's set as he peppered kisses all along your shoulders and neck. asking you, “does it feel good, princess? do you want more?”

when you nod yes, he'll put two more inside scissoring them into you and god, those thick hands can do wonders. you're literally seeing fireworks explode when you close your eyes.

he'll make you forget all of the worries and stress you've had that week with just his hand, his mouth, his thigh and his hard bulge grinding against your back. he'll make you feel so good that all you can remember is his name on your tongue.

#💟 signed and sealed by franz !#🌷bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto smut #bokuto thirst #bokuto x reader thirst #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut

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aztecbrujeria · 4 months

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I’m a plane right now and thinking about him wearing gym shorts…

He thinks no one can tell but it swings as he walks, and the fact the dick print is so obvious. When you finally sit on the plan and the tip pokes out.

You have to bend over in your seat and whisper in his ear you’re gonna make him make a giant mess…that he’s been teasing you all day. He whimpers when you start to caress him over the shorts and press your legs together at how wet you’re getting.

The way he bites his bottom lip as you take your time languidly stroking him and feeling him throb beneath your touch…

Kirishima, Izuku, Shoto, Itto, Capitano, Neuvillette, Gorou, Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Daichi, Choso, Yuji, Yuta, Jing Yuan, Kafka, L, Renji, Kakashi, Gojo, Link, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Lucifer, Diavalo

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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✉️; A ROYAL FIRST. - K.BOKUTO

💌; synopsis - the night before his wedding to another, his royal highness - king bokuto asks you, his childhood best friend, for advice on how to please someone.

↳ length: 3.2K

↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader, characters aged up to 20s, royalty!au, mentions of death, unprotected sex, clothed sex, fingering ( f!receiving ), creampies, inexperienced!bokuto, king!bokuto, knight!reader.

↳ notes: hello everyone !! this was a lovely commission from @potionpeddlerpatchy who gave me permission to post !! i love writing bokuto sm, i hope you enjoy <3 - m.list ♡

you’ve known koutarō bokuto your entire life, your destinies intertwined by the simplicity of fate.

your parents served under your companion’s predecessor, the king, long before your existence. your father was the closest thing a servant could be to the king’s right hand ( though just a mere royal cook ), your mother, the nanny to the two daughters and wailing son the queen had bared fruit to. as kind as she was, your mother had done her best to raise the princesses and prince when royal duties prevented their parents from adequately doing so— treating them as if they were her own.

though, not long after prince koutarō’s first tooth and birthday, it was announced to the princesses that their favourite nanny would be expecting, a little girl with galaxy eyes and an adorable face that showed a promising future. a young koutarō was equally as excited as your parents— obsessed with baby babbling to you before you’d even developed ears.

some say that these moments had linked you for all of eternity.

so, you grew up alongside a prince who was far from neat, with unruly silvering and soot-covered locks, gaps in his teeth from where they’d gotten wobbly or he’d kicked out with friends he claimed were much stronger than you at the time. bokuto could be kind, not just a boy who picked on a girl maybe a little lesser than him. he would read you books from the libraries under blankets before bed while your mother drew him a hot bath; he would help you sound out the tongue twisting syllables of words you had yet to learn ( they were words used by only members of the courts ).

separating both yourself and koutarō was like removing peas from their pod— there was always a fuss, a sharp set of words from your mother as you were ushered out of the room and into the arms of scullery maids so she could prep him for bed. though, once you were old enough to pick a lock with a hairpin you'd stolen while learning to braid the princesses’ hair, yourself and koutarō would sneak into the royal kitchens after dark where your father would often leave out warm milk heated by the fire and slices of sweet apple and bitter imported cheese.

when you weren’t sneaking about under your parents’ noses, his royal highness would chase you through perfectly primed and prepped royal rose gardens — hot on your heels, his hair tickled by a fresh summer’s breeze and exquisite royal garments spiked by thorns while you found yourself to be in an event grubbier state with dirt on your cheeks and your maid’s uniform torn in places. neither of you, as young children in a castle full of unknown discoveries, could seem to care, even if it meant ruining the queen’s tea parties with trade ambassadors and getting scolded beyond belief later.

bokuto is set to become king one day, you know that, as the first born son to his father. so when your early teens approach, he’s put into the same etiquette and history of the monarchy classes his two elder sisters took when they were his age. except bokuto struggles only just, he tries hard but the knowledge doesn’t come easy. so, you take to sitting with him in the back of lectures from the annoyingly snooty royal tutor who looks down on you for having scrubbed your knuckles raw in preparing their quarters the evening before. you help bokuto remember names of earls and dukes and foreign princes and their wives and their children by making up silly nicknames and pointing out their most noticeable features.

you almost lose your composure to fits of giggles when you help your father cater the king’s audience, the court, on one occasion— where bokuto greets one of the dukes as ‘sir web feet’ for the peculiar way in which he stands.

the queen and her daughters mourn the loss of your mother when you and the young prince hit sixteen. she’d been lost in childbirth to your younger brother and at first you resent him for it, barely aiding your father in taking care of the newborn and instead throwing yourself into what’s left of your mother’s duties. when the moon rises again, bokuto takes you for a ride on his horse to a spot with a winding tree from your childhood and lets you cry on his shoulders until your head aches, and you can’t breathe. he pets your hair, doesn’t let you go. the queen makes you her lady in waiting shortly after, gifting you a pair of diamond earrings on your eighteenth birthday. you gratefully accept, meaning you’ll be able to spend more time with koutarō even with his duties.

the same earrings you’re complimented on when you meet the royal baker’s apprentice for the first time—he calls you pretty, says that the gems cannot rival your infectious dazzle and you can’t help but bashfully mumble how you think he’s not too bad on the eyes either. and bokuto’s angsty teenage heart flares with jealousy upon noticing the baker’s boy attempting to claim your first kiss behind the palace’s cobblestone walls at the back entrance of the kitchen, near the apple tree which sources fruit for his elder sister’s favourite dessert.

and being the spoilt prince he is, the salt and pepper haired boy calls upon your feeble crush to do his bidding— ruining your first kiss. neither of you speak of the incident after that.

tragedy strikes again when the king goes to war— himself your father and a good portion of the other men in the kingdom drafted into battle are killed in action. you’ve mourned before, you have little time to grieve now that you must look after your brother too… but you remain a sturdy presence in the future king, koutarō’s life. he needs someone while funeral processions set a dark cloud over his homeland, while he’s rushed into glittering gems and a crown from stolen lands when he’s coronated swiftly after.

though, you learn that fate and eternity are not kind to those born of different status— for bokuto is quickly and heavily pressured to find a princess or a lady or a duchess to marry, so he can produce heirs and appease his shaken kingdom. and you are quickly replaced as someone he needs, becoming someone he once knew. so you drown yourself in work, beg the queen mother to give you a place in the royal guard to earn more for your brother’s schooling, to protect him and yourself from any harm so that he doesn’t have to lose another.

you work your way up the ranks while koutarō searches for his bride, and once he’s finally settled on a girl— you’ve settled as vice captain to the royal guard.

you lead your new life with risk even though you’ve yet to tell King koutarō bokuto that you’ve loved him since you could talk, even after he ruined your first kiss and used you as a crutch of grief. you might as well live this way for your love finds himself promised to a sweet girl a few kingdoms over and you now know that realistically, you could never be with him— for once realising you’re of different worlds and that fate can be unkind no matter the circumstances.

“I-i’m…i’m not…”

“out with it, your majesty.”

you have no idea why the king has turned to you, of all people, for advice. anyone with a set of working eyes could see how inappropriate it is to see the king stutter sweetly over easy words with red flamed cheeks in the presence of another woman… especially when he was due to be wed the day after next.

but you haven’t the time to dwell on it too long, for you appreciate that koutarō has chosen you as company tonight before he severs your fate ties eternally by the bond of marriage to another. it’s been a while since you’ve seen him, he’s grown well and fine— hair tousled and framing his face in the light and dark of the moon, amber eyes glistening as if they carry sunshine and the warmth of a good fire. bokuto is broad, his shoulders squared, arms muscular and chest… well built. he’s handsome, but you’ve always known him to be.

“i have no experience!” bokuto finally breathes out, the air carrying his words rushing out of him. “i am to be wed—“

“yes, sir. the engagement is hardly unheard of by the kingdom…”

“and i am expected to pleasure my future wife on the night of such wedding—“

you quirk a brow, leaning against the twisted tree. he’d asked you to come to your childhood spot when the stars were brightest. how could you refuse? “where—where are we going with this your majesty?”

“would you stop referring to me so formally!” your king finally snaps, the warmth in his eyes flickering slightly— the red in his cheeks expanding down his thick neck. “i’m koutarō to you, i always have been.” he adds seriously before continuing on with less confidence. “i don’t— i’ve never pleasured a woman before. i’m still a—“

“a virgin,” you finish for him, a dangerous gleam to your eye, like the sword at your hip and the armour you usually wear. koutarō had always thought such garments suited you well; though he cannot decide if you’re prettier with or without the armour. “i am not, the baker’s boy took mine. the one you scared away. is that why you came to me for help?”

bokuto scoffs, the blood rushing under his skin teaming with jealousy once again. “yes.”

“then i shall do as you command, your highness.” you tease, obliging in his quest to teach him how to be a good lover and performer in bed. even as you push the young king into your spot by the tree— you can’t help your beating heart, bokuto had always been your friend in some way or another…but it feels so selfish to want him like this. once his firm back connects with the bark, your mouth presses against the prince’s before he can change his mind— lips hotly slotting against one another as if fate willed for them to meet this way. you give slow and sensual licks into koutarō’s mouth until he’s ready to open up to you, he groans softly, the sweet noise fluttering in the nightly breeze.

the way you so eagerly kiss him has the king’s stomach in knots and his cheeks a hot mess, and only when he tenderly grabs your hips— sucks on your tongue as well, does an appreciative whine escape you too. “the first time you kiss her…b-be slow, and gentle…your highness.” panting, you pull back slowly and nip bokuto’s slower lip— amused by the trail of saliva connecting you.

“I’ve kissed some,” he tells you earnestly, tugging you closer by the fat of your hips— the desire to be closer beginning to prickle at the tips of his fingers. “call me koutarō, please…” amber eyes flick up, holding whispers of the sun where the moon is high in the sky. “no formalities.”

“of course,” you oblige him, fingers reaching up to tangle in his lunar-eclipsed hair, yanking the king back onto your mouth since you miss the way he moves along with you. soon, these kisses drop to bokuto’s unmarred and golden flesh, begging to be marked by your hungry teeth and tongue… you rip through robes that cost more than a months earnings and lay your claim in places no one will see, darkened blues and shades of plum as ripe as those used for winter pies back in the castle. “kiss her everywhere, with teeth; and soothe with tongue. mark her so she knows that she’s yours.” your hands find themselves slipping under the coal grey of the king’s military uniform, smoothing over sweltering skin while the chime of his medals sweet into the night.

as soon as your lips that whisper sins withdraw from bokuto—he flips your positions, your chest against the rough bark as he quickly unfastens your gown till it slips down your shoulders, revealing inches of you to the prowling moon up above and to the sunshine in his eyes. “i can do that, teach me more.” there’s an echo of hunger to his voice, vibrating against the back cusp of your neck as he sinks the sharp edge of his teeth into it— making needy butterflies burst through your tummy, lust tingling in your veins and burning you like sunshine from the inside out. “show me,”

you arch into every touch he gives, every fingertip pressed into the dips and curves of your body— the king honours you with his touch, so you part your shaking thighs of your own accord with koutarō’s hands that pinch and pull at you never too far behind. the air between you rises in temperature, though the night is cool and you lose yourself in the way your childhood friend smooths the curve of your spine and globes of your ass from over your light night dress. “b-bokuto,” you warm him, bracing yourself against the tree. “use your fingers, between her thighs.” reaching behind you, you draw him near to your aching core underneath your skirts and shudder at the press of his thick digits against your clit. “like this…in circles, y-you must prepare her properly.”

they dance over your slick folds, a finger running over the length of your slit contently. “is this okay?” he seems shy, but koutarō lets out a laugh with how you tremble just by being touched, his thumb finds your clit and draws circles in the way that you like, he fumbles, movements cautious but fuelled by the way you moan and grip his wrist tighter. the king spins you around once more, leaning down to bite your neck and chest from over the front of your cream coloured dress, his remaining hand softly prodding at your soaked entrance.

“y-yes! your highness…” you gasp, back arched and hole clenched around nothing, “fingers. inside.” bokuto takes your hissed words as an order, slipping one…then two fingers inside of you, laughing under his breath at the salacious squelch your count lets out as he does so.

shaking his head, the king follows each of your breathy commands after this, your sweet pussy drooling arousal into the seat of his palm. “it’s koutarō.” he sighs as wet whimpers brew on your lips, eyes sealed shut but you’re nothing but an adorable mess to bokuto. he watches you in awe, free hand bunching up the material heavy on your waist so he can look at the way your pretty pussy swallows up his fingers, bearing down on your g-spot when he curls them.

he’s good, though clumsy, but bokuto is all that you need— brain fizzing with your impending orgasm, your juices running up his muscular arm. “i’m close—kou. faster!” squealing, your hips rut up and only add to the obscenity of the scene, bokuto finger fucking you until his heart’s content, until both of your clothes are soaked through. “always have to make her release first…”

and the king does that, a man built to rule taking orders from you— a mere knight. his childhood best friend. you cum quickly, gushing in streams stronger than the rivers on the outskirts of your kingdom, bokuto grins from ear to ear scissoring you through your huff as it splits through you and your sex spasms around his fingers. “my sweet, are you alright?” he asks you softly, slowing down his roll.

“thank you for checking in, your royal highness…but now we move onto the final show,” babbling as you recover from your high— you reach for bokuto’s pants, working through them quickly until you’re able to grasp at his hot cock.

the king sucks in a breath. “it’s best you don’t, i won’t last if you do…”

you oblige, following the only order the salt and pepper haired royal had given you tonight. you guide his mushroomed cockhead right into your entrance, aided by the slickness from your previous orgasm. eyes crossing, bokuto juts his hips forward to sheathe himself inside you fully— his meaty, heavy shaft pushing up against all sorts of pleasure spots even though he’s barely filling you up. koutarō pulsates, he’ll barely last and neither will you at this point.

leaning forward, you press your foreheads together— hands in his silvering hair, your Cupid’s bow wet from kissing him, missing his lips against yours. “move, y-you have to move.” you simply say bokuto takes you, claims your body as if it’s his. as if he’s not to be wed. the king is big where he lacks experience, bullying his way through your insides and smearing precum along your ribbed walls— jamming up against your g-spot with ease.

his thrusts are uncoordinated, sloppy while you squirm in his hold, skin scraping against tree bark while slapping against one another. “you feel like heaven,” bokuto near cries, clumsily finding your lips has his breeders balls batter your ass, pelvis grinding against your clit. the king lifts a leg of your over his hip, rolling into you as your bodies grow slicker and slicker, mouths wet and pressed up against each other. “looking at you now…you rival heaven too,” the praise shoots straight to your core, the knot built up in your lower stomach threatening to unravel. “you’re close.”

he can tell by the twitch of your face and the swell of your lip between your teeth— you only nod, tears blurring your vision as you look up at your sunshine. your bokuto. “i love you,” you say the words though they're forbidden, even if within the next two sunrises the king is due to be married. “oh gods, oh fuck—! koutarō… i’m—!”

the king only smiles, though his eyes roll back and the tree leaves above you rock with the fervityof his thrusts. “i love you too…” koutarō murmurs, his skin clapping harshly against yours— so hard he might have bruised your inner thighs. “might you cum again for me, sweetness?”

bokuto’s words have you clenching around him, sending you both hurtling into the throws of your high. your nails dig into the king’s strong biceps, your heart in your throat as you dream of his throbbing cock and his load shoots deep into your womb with a hot throb.

“marry me.” koutarō breathes, still cumming in thick spurts, stretching you over his fat cock as he sets your leg down.

you’ve barely come down, and the king. bokuto. he makes you feel like you’ve been doused in cold water. “a-are you insane? we can’t do that! you’re to be married—“ you scramble for an excuse, still clinging onto the man, relishing his closeness.

“it could be to you,” bokuto coos and brushes a thumb over your cheek. “i need to be married to someone who is approved of. my mother loves you, the people love you— everything you’ve done and the people you’ve protected, that is you.”

“but i…i’m not a queen.”

you flounder, but bokuto has none of that, cupping your face in his large hands. “you can be, you’ve ruled my heart since we were children,” he kisses you slow, eclipsing your doubts with the warmth of the solar sun blaring deep in his heart and sending it right over yours. “so, will you? marry me?”

and it’s like the strings of fate that were once cut have tied themselves back together again as you nod your head vigorously— sealing the deal with an enthusiastic.

“yes! yes, koutarō, i’ll marry you.”

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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i know we all hc that bokuto and kuroo are college roommates during the timeskip but i feel like no one has capitalized on the fact this means koutaro bokuto and tetsurō kuroo end up on the same college volleyball team for 3-4 years

like if you’re a male volleyball player at any other university between the years 2014 to 2018, quit right now you’re not winning.

#imagine having to be the poor ace that has the try and block Bo’s spikes AND break kuroo’s blocks.#bokuto literally gets in on a volleyball scholarship i refuse to believe anything else #kuroo also gets the scholarship #but he also just got in there because he’s super smart #my lil Chem nerd #The girls in the school are going to go crazy with thirst. It’s me. I am the girls in the school. 😫#bokuto kōtarō #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #bokuroo #kuroo Tetsuro #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!

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