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shcyc · 2 years

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¡ LOCKER ROOM — kinktober

MY READMORE IS NOT WORKING I AM SO SORRY

synopsis: locker room sex with msby / schweiden adlers

cw; sub fem! reader, voyeurism!, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, cockwarming, shower sex, vibrator, slight bondage, thigh riding

— MSBY !

> ATSUMU swears he’s never felt better — he wasn’t expecting you to get on your knees between his legs when you said you have a nice surprise for him right after practice!

his breath hitches as you kiss him through his pants, fingers inching up his thighs, leaving the trail you touched hot and burning with desire

this isn't the first time you've sucked him off, and yet it still feels like he's ascending to heaven every single time - probably also because the two of you are openly exposed in the middle of the msby locker room, and that has his adrenaline skyrocketing

> BOKUTO has his thick fingers deep inside your dripping cunt, skirt flipped upwards and tucked into the bands to stop them from obstructing him from what he wants

he’s annoyed that you’re wearing such a short skirt and prancing around his teammates as if it was a free show for all of them, when in fact, it should only be for him

he’s rough, fingers abusing your hole while his other hand wraps around your bare chest, pushing a handful into his mouth, tongue swirling around your perked nipples

> HINATA was the most innocent guy you’ve ever met, never would you have thought you’d be in this position — hands supporting yourself on the sink with your soiled panties stuffed in your mouth, pretty face stained with tears as you stare at the orange-headed man pound into you from the mirror in the msby locker room

he’s told you to “keep it down”, but how could you when he’s stretching you out so fucking good, thick cock grazing every inch of your gummy walls

you tighten around him each time he slips out and pushes back into you, eyelids fluttering with each push and pull, and that has him going even harder than before

> INUNAKI shoves his tongue past your tight ring of muscle, hands roaming all over your body, finally resting on your thigh that has been dangling on his shoulder for the past few minutes

he groans at your taste, at how deliciously sweet you are, and how you’re willing to let him do it right outside the locker room door where his teammates could easily walk out and catch the two of you

the vibrations from him passes right into your core and towards your clit, sending you over the edge after being teased for so long, and you watch as he removes himself from you with that stupid smirk plastered on his face

> MEIAN has you wrapped around him like a koala as he walks around the locker room to do final clean and checks before he closes the gym — only every step he takes has you clenching around him like a vice and he has to warn you to be a “good girl”

you think you might pass out from just cockwarming him, having him buried in you for too long makes everything go numb, and when that happens, everything is much more sensitive

he walks around and does his chores without a care in the world, but you whimpering into his ear and begging him to “just fuck me”, has him putting away the towels and shoving you onto the benches before slamming into your over sensitive hole

> SAKUSA hates the locker room, it’s full of germs and bacteria that he would not want to be exposed to, but when you come running to him asking if you could shower in the locker rooms because you got drenched in the rain, that has his mind reeling

he’s pressing the shower head onto your clit, making sure the water is hitting directly at the sweet spots before turning up the water power — and almost immediately, you feel your orgasm approach

your legs are shaking as you cum, body limp against him, his broad frame making sure you won’t fall to the ground during your high — and sakusa thinks that he has to see this beautiful sight one more time, even if it means staying with the germs for a few more minutes

— SCHWEIDEN ADLERS !

> HOSHIUMI can be either vicious or nice, and today, he’s feeling vicious! your boyfriend wants to see you stuttering, panting and begging him to stop the little machine buzzing inside of you

but how could he? not when your grip on his arm tightens while you try your best to make conversation with his dense teammates — he thinks that you’re so cute, holding onto him like your life depends on it

he laughs when you drag him out the locker room with all your strength, finally falling on the ground as he squats down to tease you, pushing the level up so that you cum around his toy!

> KAGEYAMA didn’t know he would be into bondage, especially not in the locker rooms, but when you show him the trick that you’ve been trying for a while now, his heartbeat races

he has you pressed up against the metal closets, making you support yourself on your elbows as he pushes himself into you — the warmth engulfing him, and he swears he will cum right now if it wasn’t for his need to see you struggling to release yourself

you’re clawing at the cool solid, desperately needing to grab ahold of something to ground yourself from his harsh fucking, you’re flipped around in and instant, one leg now wrapped around his waist as he groans into your neck at how good you feel

> USHIJIMA he’s so stoic and dense all the time so you thought you’d tease him! sitting on his thigh as you press kisses onto his neck, hoping that he’d break character for once and do something scandalous with you in a risky place

and you got what you wanted! he’s pushing your hips back and forth on his lap, his mouth now on your neck, teeth grazing your skin occasionally to give you love bites

you’re a whimpering mess at this point, hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself as you let the overwhelming sensation take over, giving up on trying to hide the noises at this point

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hxltic · 1 year

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CHIROPRACTOR BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

• Best friend/Tutor

• Warnings: grinding, pussy eatin!!, female reader (please don’t trust anything scientific I write, this is barely researched and I am not licensed).

• Summary: Bokuto wasn’t physically feeling well, but due to his good nature, pushed it aside. Although you were to help him with studies, you were far from blind. Luckily your major was almost perfect for the moment. He let you test your skills on him, so your hands roamed his body. Maybe it came off more sexual than intended…

“Ughhh…” Bokuto groans.

A creak sounds from far behind you, alluding at the door opening. The sound of the fan gyrating in the background of the apartment slowly dissipates with the air, you assume, because stepping out right after his hot shower then being hit with the cold is the least pleasant thing in the world to him.

You take a sip of the lemonade that resides on the coffee table in front of you. The giant living room TV played whatever sitcom was aired ever since Bo kindly got you as comfy as possible for when he got back, but with your head buried in a book and a gel pen in your hand, it was of no use to you. Finally dressed, he returned.

However, he returned with his right hand placed on his left collarbone, rotating the left shoulder accordingly.

“Are you alright?” You ask. You didn’t look up. Thank god for your intensified range of peripheral vision from reading, seeing the man beside you with naturally fallen hair and water droplets still journeying through curves of his body in full attention would absolutely break you.

Yes, he was your best friend—but you were still a woman with eyes.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Must’ve just overdid it at practice,” he casually replies. You recognized the tone. Despite his loud tendencies, he was being quiet with you because of the item in your criss-crossed lap. The word “just” also apprised you not to worry.

He leans back on the couch with his full attention gravitating towards you.

“Alright Professor, what’s first?” Professor.

Bokuto was the most careless person you knew. He was also the most careful person you knew. Yes he was clumsy, yes he lost things easily, and maybe doesn’t understand others—but he tries. Despite many beliefs, he was extremely attentive on and off the court; his ability to read the room peaks anyone you’ve ever held conversation with. Most of the time he just willfully ignores it. He cared tremendously for anything that was close to him, hence the low volume of the television and the torrential downpour outside to compliment his high focus to your efforts in helping.

He set the room right for you, cleaning up, and being on his best behavior. You doubt he would’ve done such a thing for Kuroo (because he knows of your high expectations for him and he wishes to please you), so you admire the ability to plan his day fit. And the special treatment.

You flipped the book to your right, letting him survey the page without having to crook his head.

“Geographical Impact on Culture Practices and Language,” he reads the subtitle. He then looks at you for confirmation.

“We’re starting with Greece. Then we’ll move to India, then China,” you declare.

“Alright, we’re moving east.” He nods.

You smile and praise, “A great start.”

You’ve come to find the way he learns best is when he knows he’s doing something correctly, and also when he gets something wrong. However with the latter, he has to wield some determination, otherwise he’ll just lose faith in himself. Luckily that has yet to happen.

———

Some time into the practice you recognize the progress that he’s made. With each tutoring he has almost doubled the amount of pages the two of you have gone through, gradually picking up more and more information to build off of. His vocabulary has undeniably grown as well.

“China—as a sphere of influence,” he briskly catches himself: “kept good look on the Mongols because they knew of their ravaging proclivities, while also having almost complete isolation from the rest of the world. The ocean, steppes, deserts, and plateaus were a sense of protection, starting with the Tibetian.” He recites. His notes were short but sweet, he clearly writes down what he doesn’t think he’ll remember. Other than that, he can take a swift look at the topic and depend on memory for the rest.

“Bingo! that sounded great Ko.” You take your glasses off and blink a little, cleaning them off with a handkerchief you keep around. They resume their spot on your nose.

At some point earlier you scooted a little closer, shoulder to shoulder, so you could hold the book and review his notes at the same time. The soap he used you could probably guess the scent of. Once you lifted off him for your lens cleaning, Bokuto runs a hand through his hair and exhales happily, content with himself. He hisses though, quickly contorting his expression to one of pain.

“Shit,” he curses. He attempts to soothe himself by rubbing slow circles on your previous spot. He said it wasn’t anything (even though you doubted his statement from the beginning), yet you leaned on him anyway. You hadn’t meant to hurt him.

“Crap- sorry, was I on it?” You already knew the answer, but it didn’t seem like it was hurting him. Maybe the pressure didn’t matter in the moment, but when your weight came off, the pain returned with what it yielded.

“I didn’t think you were. You’re okay, I’ll put something on it.” He reassures.

“How does it hurt?” He mentally processes your interrogation before answering, probably thinking if Biofreeze would work.

“…It feels tight. Like something is tugging on it and won’t let go.”

“Does it hurt when you tilt your head like this?” You make the movement. He then mimics your action and shakes his head no. “Try the other side.”

He holds a face of slight confusion while attending to your order. He rapidly forms the previous countenance, an obvious sign of discomfort.

“It looks like an overworked muscle, so you were right. But you still need to tend to it.”

Your advice runs through his ear but out the other. You notice his absence of mind and slightly press on the sore shoulder blade spot in front of you to remind him, then it sticks to his brain what he needs to do. Hell, he was an athlete. He’s been told at least a thousand times.

“Can you stretch it out for me?” He asks innocently. Why not?

“Sure,” you agree. “Stand up.”

Following your orders has become his second nature. He knows you wouldn’t sabotage him in any way, so there’s no reason to defy them. You stand behind him, then walk to the open space of the apartment while instructing him to lay down on his stomach. Watching him obediently get to his knees and his muscles involuntarily flex in the short-sleeve shirt he wears does something to you (you’ll never say what). He does a single effortless push-up down to the floor. He lays silently, with his cheek resting in folded arms.

“It’s kinda cold down here.”

“Whatever,” you giggle, and follow him down. Fuck, it is kinda cold. Anyway, you go to check to see how his body is aligned. “I’m gonna lift your shirt up, ‘kay? Just sit still.”

He hums in acknowledgement and you’re pretty sure his eyes close. Your fingertips find the end of the thin cotton that does great things for his sharp figure, and lift only the back part. He slightly raises his body from his core, allowing you to pull just a little harder and get past his waist, leading to finally slipping it up to his under-arms. He aggravatingly groans at the temperature below him. You try your best to remember the context of said groan, while also ignoring the thought of his carved chest pressing on the hardwood.

The small things he does that prove his pure strength get your mind roaming. Being able to do push-ups with quickness, having utter control over his core, lifting heavy things with ease—you need to get a hold of yourself.

You run your hands along the freshly-washed, soft, skin of his back. It was an awkward angle being on his side, so you hesitantly swing your leg over, and reside right before his spine ends. Please, please don’t come off the wrong way. He lets out a heavy breath.

“Lay your hands outwards naturally.” He shifts. His left shoulder blade was slightly higher than the right, showing clear tension.

“You’re right handed, correct?” You inquire.

“Correct.” It comes out low and throaty, his face pressed to the floor. He was quiet every time you were around. He knew you appreciated few words—especially in a moment dedicated to studies and reading—so he’d trade out his loud self for your comfort, even if you didn’t mind the usual Bokuto that drew you to him the first time you met. He almost sounded tired.

You place your hands in the space between the scapula and press slightly. “Does it hurt there?”

“No ma’am.”

“So it’s only the left then. I’m going to run my hands along the bone while also pressuring the muscle. It’ll hurt a little, so just tell me when to stop.” Bokuto giggles a little, just airy enough to be able to hear. You don’t even acknowledge it because you don’t wish to be lead to the same sexual depravity his mind is situated in. Not like yours is any better.

You roll your hands through the muscle, upwards towards his deltoid, working it with a technique you were taught. This hopefully loosens it up the slightest bit if you were doing it right. You also tell him he could resume his previous position since you could sense how uncomfortable he was.

“Based on what I’ve gathered: not only do you constantly hit with your right hand, it’s your dominant arm so almost everything everyday is done on it. With your left, however, it’s not the main focus of what you do.” Your fingertips dig into his skin.

“I’m not sure what you necessarily work on in practice but because it’s not trained for nearly as much as your right, it’s taken a toll. The tension capacities are different. The scapula are naturally connected by the trapezius muscle so this is why it hurts to lean the opposite way,” you explain. You can almost feel his astonishment as he cocks his head behind him and looks you up and down through grey lashes. He still lays down, almost unbothered by you rubbing up against his bare back whenever you move.

“Y’know you never cease to amaze me? You know a lot about my body.” He compliments slyly. You blush at the word choice. He’s been very, very testy today.

You relent, “Not just yours, we’re all human Ko. Now take a deep breath.”

“Mhmm…Anything for you,” he states sarcastically. You could tell it was sarcasm, so why did it still affect you? You rise a bit on his back from the large breath. With a sudden press to the center, he curses in shock, then follows with an animalistic groan.

“Holy fuck, do that again,” he sighs. You press his head down between his arms, lift the left one behind his neck, and connect his hand to his right blade. You only tug a little, careful not to hurt him. Another faint crack.

He moans happily. You release him from your legs, saving the both of you from the suggestive position. It would only get worse from here, for when you needed him to turn over.

“Turn over, please.” He listens and grunts on his way up. Twisting his body over, now propped on his elbows, you could tell most weight was still shifted to his right arm. Bokuto rolls down to his back.

“You’re in charge,” he exhales, running his hands over his face. You knew he had to be cold, the previous warmth you provided was canceled out completely by the cool wood. This was where you’d have to straddle him again—except now it was ten times harder, ten times more suggestive—and you couldn’t stop the slight red from decorating your skin.

“It’s gonna be a little weird at first,” you warn.

“It’s only as weird as you make it,” he smiles knowingly. His knees come up, fully prepared for you to spread over him. Not to mention his chest was still out— It was far more entrancing than his backside. Nonetheless, you swing your leg over once more, and it takes everything in the male to not instinctively place his large hands under your lower thigh to help you. The first thing you do is pull the shirt as low as possible, attempting to cover any temptations.

“What? You scared of me?” Bo entertains.

You clear your throat more for stabilizing yourself, “No, it’s just not necessary at the moment. Left hand over your chest.”

“Sure,” he pushes incredulously, even you could tell he wasn’t the least bit convinced. You’re really fucking scared.

He crosses his left hand over his chest like a salute. His eyes never leave yours under long grey and black hair, except for when you order him to take another deep breath. You grab his arm and push left swiftly, but the pop sounds from his lower back. You must’ve pushed him too far left but he wasn’t complaining. “Sorry, one more time.” You lay forwards, building the strength to push more downwards this time into him, then finally get the spot you hoped for. His mouth opens for a moan again, nothing sounds but a breath of air.

“I would literally pay you for that. Is this just a secret talent?” He breathlessly questions.

“I major in exercise science, so we do a lot of studies on biology and human anatomy. The rest I just kind of guessed to be honest.”

Once he comes down from the feeling and opens his eyes to you still close on his chest, his head goes to dangerous places. Especially since you were smiling at him from your proud work and your back had a slight arch to it. This angle made your proportions completely surreal, your ass enlarging and your waist thinning at the hands of perspective. Of course, you did also just push with a significant amount of quick pressure directly into his groin.

“Okay, how does it feel?” You push up eagerly with your hands on his clothed chest. Your palms were perfectly atop his breasts.

“Like I need a cold shower.”

Surprisingly, you agree with this statement, it was good for the body and should be talked about more for people farther than athletes.

“Good. It’s great for relaxing the sore muscle,” You smile innocently. Ko laughs mainly to himself, “Yeah, it is.”

Your hair falls around your shoulders and over his head. His beautiful golden eyes were almost hidden by his long hair, but those large, expressive eyebrows could be spotted anywhere. They allowed you to read him like a book. At some point, your hands started slightly roaming the surface of his hard body, and your smile fell. You were subconsciously inching closer and closer to him.

Bokuto was disposed to let it happen. You’d been subtly rubbing up on him all day, and most of his words were limited because of you. God, how he loved listening to you go on and on about the subject he hated most, it made him at a loss for words; a rare feeling for someone who always had something to say. Your glasses framed your face perfectly, and your educated speech had him locked up in a poetic cage that you wielded the key to. The worst part is? He wasn’t sure if he wanted it unlocked.

You were already so close to him, his body, so when he brushed a piece of hair back with his fingertips and manually removed your glasses in a way that wouldn’t hurt you, you halted. It was almost like your conscious returned, telling you every bad effect possible. The angel on your shoulder was momentarily silenced by the devil, but finally broke free of the reigns just to declaim you the consequences of your decisions.

“Wait Ko,” you begin, “I-I um…don’t think we should.” You moderately shake your head. “It’ll change things.”

Your voice barely peeks above a whisper. He watched as the realization hit, your eyebrows upturned.

“Isn’t that the fun in it?” His eyes train to your lips before they finally find yours. “Things change all the time,” he smiles hopelessly. His large hand weaves through your hair and pulls you down to him.

Just like that, you were sold. Your full lips meet.

You moan gently in his mouth and fall chest to chest. Now your arch was fully purposeful. Pecks and sweet kisses dissolved into longer ones, it didn’t take long before he was sucking on your tongue like candy. You took up the job of twisting your head to search deeper into his throat, his current position rendering him unable to do what he desires to be doing to you. You think of the possibilities.

Maybe he’d take you on the wall with both legs under his control, slamming into you as you grab onto whatever leverage you could find. Or, he would bend you over in the shower with several fingers inside you and a hand on your throat, your body stuttering as the hot liquid runs down to the drain. You audibly moaned at this on accident.

Desperate, you grind down into him. His hands grip the fat of your ass, but he pulls from your puffy lips and away from your ruffled hair.

“Whatcha thinkin of? Can see it on your face.”

Your strong, independent woman composure was crumbling by the second above him, “Nothing,” you gasp, “just thinking.” He nips at your jaw, then follows down to your neck. He touches on a spot that’s always been sensitive, causing you to let out a keening whine, but he doesn’t say anything, so you assume he wants you to elaborate. You unintentionally moan, “Yes,” and he laughs into your neck.

“Tell me what about.” He’s pushing you further; seeing how much information he could get to leak out of you based off how far gone you were.

“You…touching me,” You reply, fully prepared for what he’s about to ask you next. You’ve read enough books to know. But that wasn’t the issue in question, it was how you’d reply. Would you crumble and shy away, or be bold and instruct him to give it to you? Would you elucidate it to him with the praising tone you know he adores?

“How was I touching you y/n?” Your name rolled so prettily off his kissing tongue. His grip on you tightened awaiting your answer, a problem beneath you that’s risen figuratively and literally.

“Um…” your blush spread so you tucked your face in his neck. “Your fingers were inside.”

It was a lot harder than it looks.

“Is that what you want?” A big grin spreads across his face—you can feel it.

“Yes.”

He finds your legs situated around his waist, sits up, and somehow comes to his feet. You were at least 5 feet in the air now. He casually walks to the couch and flips you on it, but a jagged edge cuts into your back.

“Book, ow ow-“ you wince in pain. By instinct you lifted back up, where he was already prying away the notebook hidden behind the pillows. He sends an apologetic smile and drags you along by your legs once the regained sexual drive returned. Next leaves your jeans.

Just waiting to see his prize, he gets them off quickly. The panties you wore were nothing absolutely special, but they were still lacy nonetheless; your previous being not finding a thong necessary on the way here. Bokuto could care less. The time you took thinking about it was the time he took to rip them off.

You scolded him for it, to which he responded “I’ll buy you any more you want” while punctually kissing your thighs. At the same time his fingers rose and spread your top folds, revealing the wetness you’ve gathered over the span of the past 10 minutes. He dunks a single finger in shallowly, then further pushes the digit deeper, and then turns it upside down so he could curl upwards. His large eyes focus on your heavy-breath reactions while his mouth licks away at your clit. The finger eventually comes out.

“Ko,” you utter. He hums in your pussy with his tongue swirling around. “You aren’t learning like this.” His throaty laugh reverberates up your center and through your body.

“Teach me.”

Once you get what he means, slowly, you reach for the casted away book as he holds your hips in place. It has proven harder than anticipated. His large arms encased your legs, wrapping around your thighs like a fucking present. You should’ve known he’d love it like this; it’s just you assumed he’d favor breathing.

Your glasses were in someplace on the floor elsewhere. Good thing you were near-sighted, but with how he was doing you, it would continue to be cumbersome. You open to a familiar page, already cracking when he sucks at your skin, but you resume a reviewing lesson nonetheless.

“Greece is—hmm—located in Europe,” you take a deep breath, “on the Mediterranean and just to the right of—“

“—The Italian Peninsula.” He completes. He slips two fingers in, scissoring you out and almost toying with you at this point. You were so, unbelievably wet.

You squirm in his hold and brush hair out of your face. He noticed how your eyebrows were forced upwards the slightest bit, resulting in a growing, complacent smile against your pussy lips. “Greece is surrounded by many little islands and water, therefore—”

“—Inducing maritime trade,”

“…And?” Your eyes shutter closed in the moment. The textbook was slowly dropping from your chest.

“Shipbuilding.” Breath fanned against your already extremely responsive body. Deliriously, you slightly open your eyes to find Kotarou’s jawline constantly moving with his pink tongue. He knew when to fill in the blank based off when you lowered the book to see him, expecting an answer. He’d never move away when speaking and just proceeded on with his job. So adroit, the male was—still tactful too, you had to be reading 10x less than your average speed.

You clear your throat, trying your best not to moan while reciting like earlier.

“The soil wasn’t ideal, so majority of the food was—“

“—olives, grapes, ‘n fish.” He was more muffled since the two fingers he had running through you were now pumping soothingly, and when he curled upwards again, the book slid off your breasts, prompted by the sudden arch you displayed, and even further bolstered by your fingers weaving through his hair.

“Great fucking job Ko, just like that.” The praise falls from your mouth and only provokes him to slurp and suck on your pussy harder. Of course, the words could’ve been relative to the studies, but both ways work. The squelch sounds relay through your brain.

His (somewhat) free left hand comes under your shirt, adventures it’s way past your bra. His large hand carries a respective imprint under your shirt. When he feels around the round of your breasts, he slows around your nipple, just waiting to suck on them when he gets the chance.

Feeling you up was his literal favorite thing ever. The thought of your hips automatically rolling up into his touch purely by will and desire fuels his brain in unimaginable ways. Calloused yet soft hands gliding along every curve and roll to memorize the trek of your body, the responses and reactions gathering into knowledge for reservation.

Your right leg was thrown over his shoulder, to which his bicep curled around to reach your upper body where his head dug through your lower. You were so close to nothing and everything, like something in you was held taut, just the interval alone precipitating another hiatus in your mind. His hand rolled around your breast almost as if it were a handle.

“That’s so good Kotarou, don’t stop—show me how good you eat it for me,”

He tried his best to circle his face around and flick the muscle over your clit. There wasn’t much room to move. An easy adapter he was, so he removed his digits and hugged you tight with twain arms. He held his tongue flat and idle, allowing full consent for your hips to gyrate and stutter on his face as you pleased. His long, variegated, fallen hair was threaded through your nails while he moaned himself encouragingly until finally, it snapped.

A loud stream of mushed words and imprecations poured from your lips and reflected off the walls into his covered ears. Unconsciously, legs locked around his head to prohibit his quit, and if your neurological clearheaded mind were apprised that the fingers drenched with your own slick were slipping over your abdomen, the feeling alone would’ve turned you over. However, it wasn’t, therefore creating the most mind-altering orgasm you’ve ever had.

All you could do was laugh whole-heartedly towards the ceiling at the whole thing as it washed over you. It was the epitome of cliche. You were his tutor, helping him out, and somehow ended up landing on the couch with his face betwixt you. His golden eyes were nothing short of a symbol of his happiness, proud of himself and you. You were definitely proud of him too.

No more failed tests!

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years

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Haikyu men thinking of you while masturbating - Part 4

NSFW / Minors don’t interact / female reader

Summary: This is the fourth part (wow haha) for timeskip Atsumu, Bokuto, Kenma and Nishinoya. Thank you guys so much for the feedback on the last parts! Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Warnings: fantasies about sex, including handjob, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), spanking, low-key exhibitionism in Kenma’s + Nishinoya’s part

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Atsumu Miya

You’re perfect to him. Atsumu can’t deny that. He has spent just a few days with you and he’s sure; you could make him the happiest man on earth. Your smile, your eyes, your humor, your laugh. Everything about you. From the first time he has laid his eyes on you, he was sure; you are the prettiest woman he has ever met. You’re so effortlessly beautiful, it’s nearly unfair.

But the most unfair thing is that this can’t be. He had to suppress a bitter comment when Kita introduced you to him as his girlfriend. Atsumu was never a particular jealous guy, but right then and there he felt a violent jealousy within himself, raging and burning.

He tried his best to sport his nicest smile, but internally he only wondered how he could survive the weekend on Kita’s farm. He wanted to have a relaxing weekend in nature and now you were there. And nothing about you was relaxing to him.

Every time you enter the room, he perks up, his eyes following your every move. A part of him hates to admit that you and Kita are cute together. You’re just as pure and angelic as his former team colleague, just with a little more edge.

Atsumu passes the few days successfully, he thinks. But on the last evening of his stay he helps you cook and it nearly drives him insane; the proximity to you he finds himself in. He watches your knowledgable hands and you roaming around the kitchen gracefully, as you joke and laugh with him.

But when you start to wash a zucchini, he really has to pull himself together. Your innocent movements are making his face flush hot, his eyes growing wide before he whips his head around. He desperately tries to suppress the sinful thoughts appearing in his mind. Luckily, you don’t seem to notice his flustered state and the moment passes, Atsumu getting ahold of himself.

But now as he lays awake, in the bed in the guest room of Kita’s house, he can’t seem to get the image out of his mind. He tosses and turns, but he can’t shake it off. He sees your delicate hand wrapped around the zucchini again, making his face grow hot and his mind dizzy.

He can’t help envisioning that it isn’t a vegetable your hand is wrapped around but his dick. He sees your hand dragging up and down his shaft, pumping into his swollen tip repeatedly. Atsumu swallows hard, his hand swiping over his forehead, trying to get some sense into his head. But it has no use.

Not even the knowledge of you sharing the bed with your boyfriend - and his friend - in the room next to him can stop his lecherous thoughts.

He feels blood rushing down his body, his dick swelling as memories of the past days flood his mind. He remembers you returning from the fields with Kita, your face flushed, your eyes glinting, a light layer of sweat glistening on your beautiful skin. He thinks about the time he saw you leaving the bathroom, only wrapped in a towel and your face framed by your wet hair.

His hand moves low, feeling his clothed dick throb under his hand. He hurriedly tugs down his boxers, knowing the he won’t find any peace if he doesn’t take care of himself now.

Atsumu knows how wrong it is - on so many levels. He knows it is wrong to think about his friends’ girlfriend in this way, but he is too weak, too lost in you to stop himself.

So he grits his teeth as he finally wraps his hand around his dick. He slowly drags his hand along his shaft, closing his eyes as he basks in memories of you.

He sees your figure in front of him again as you bent forward one time, putting your beautiful ass on display. Or when you were drinking and some of the water ran down your chin, your neck. He sees your side profile in front of him as he thinks about earlier.

You’re so pure, so angelic. And Atsumu wants nothing more than to ruin you, to corrupt you. He wants to kiss you, draw every breath out of your lungs until he has you panting, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes while he holds you in his strong arms.

He longs to have your hand wrapped around him, pleasing him until he cums all over that pretty hand of yours. Atsumu increases the pace of his hand, a low groan ripping past his chest, as he imagines it is your hand that is dragging along his throbbing dick.

“I need you,” he raps, visualizing the look in your dazzling eyes as he lays his heart bare to you. He envisions pleasing you, tasting you on his tongue as he laps at your folds. He can almost hear the breathless moans and gasps as he would wrap his lips around your puffy clit, sucking harshly until he has you moaning his name again and again.

His hand moves faster now, as he envisions sinking his fingers into your messy pussy, watching you as he draws your orgasm from you. You would look so gorgeous like that; his fingers buried deep inside of you, your face distorted in pleasure and the unbelieving look in your eyes at the forbidden thing you two are doing. You would whimper and squirm under his touch, as you drip all over his hand.

Atsumu envisions sinking his dick into you, slowly and deliberately, watching your eyes grow wide. He suppresses a deep groan, his thighs trembling slightly as he imagines how wet you would be for him.

He imagines rolling his hips against you, your nails crawling down his back as you hold onto him. He can almost hear the whimpers and cries of pleasure leaving your parted lips. The knot in his stomach twists tighter and tighter with every move of his hand. And with one final drag of his palm it snaps.

Atsumu cums hard, biting down on his bottom lip to stop the deep groan bubbling in his chest. His hot cum spills out of him, staining his hand as he curses under his breath. Your name leaves his parted lips in a breathy moan as he lets go of himself.

Koutarou Bokuto

Bokuto watches you rummage around in your bag before you withdraw your lipgloss. He observes you as you put it on. His eyes are following the soft sweep of your lips, before you press them together, distributing the product. You stop your movement when you notice him staring.

Your glossy lips curl into a sly smile. He has trouble tearing his eyes away from your glistening mouth but he manages somehow.

“You want some as well?” You offer.

He cocks up his eyebrow. “Is this lipgloss?” He asks dumbfounded.

You giggle, your grin growing wider. “Obviously,” you hum.

“Yeah,” he answers, smiling at you shyly. He can’t help but think that maybe you’ll press your lips onto his to transfer the product. But of course you don’t.

You inch closer on your knees, your delicate hand slightly tilting his face in your direction. You sweep the product across his lips and Bokuto observes your face from up close while doing so. Your tongue lightly sticks out of your mouth in concentration, your eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. You’re too cute.

He sees a strand of hair hanging into your face. He doesn’t even think about it as he takes ahold of it, tucking it back behind your ear. Your glinting eyes meet his gaze, a soft smile playing around your glistening lips.

Bokuto’s fingers linger on your face a little too long, his honey eyes trailing over your features. His chest swells with affection and he has to suppress the urge to lean forward and press his lips onto yours.

But he lets the moment pass, meekly observing you as you move away, back out of his reach. He yearns to have you close to him again, but he knows he is too greedy. So he considers himself content with just watching you from afar.

His tongue glides along his bottom lip. The lipgloss tastes sweet. And as he tastes the flavor on his tongue he can’t help but to wonder how much sweeter it would taste from your lips.

This thought doesn’t leave his mind for the rest of the day. And as Bokuto stands in his shower, letting the water drum on his back he allows himself to let his mind wander.

He sees your glossy mouth in front of his eyes again, your plush and soft lips glistening beautifully. He imagines kissing you, dragging his tongue along your bottom lip to get a taste. A low sigh rips past his chest, as he feels blood rushing down his body.

He turns the water colder, letting the water rain down his face, his hair hanging into his face. He tries to stop here, not letting his mind cross the threshold, not daring to go into more lewd scenarios.

But the cold shower doesn’t help; his body is still burning with desire. The desire to have you, kiss you, love you. You just won’t leave his head.

Bokuto swallows hard before he wraps his hand around his dick. He watches his large hand drag along his wet length before he closes his eyes.

He envisions kissing you, his tongue eagerly exploring your mouth, swallowing your soft pants as his large palms smooth over your body. He imagines you melting under his touch, giving yourself to him as he drags all the breath from your lungs. He visualizes your lips wrapped around his dick, not glistening with your gloss now, but with spit, as you lazily bob your head.

Bokuto curses under his breath as he increases the pace of his hand. He envisions it’s your mouth that encompasses his dick, not his own hand.

You would look so beautiful with his cock in your mouth, your pretty eyes looking up at him obediently, your cheeks hollowed as you suck on his sensitive tip. He would thread his hand through your hair, helping you to move your head, his other hand wiping away the spit and tears from your cheeks as you struggle to take all of him.

“Fuck- just like that,” he mutters, his fist squeezing his cock tighter.

He envisions you opening your mouth, lolling out your tongue for him. He groans as he thinks about your beseeching eyes blatantly begging him to let you have a taste of him.

Bokuto pumps faster now, deep and delirious groans falling from his parted lips as his eyebrows furrow. His hand focuses on his flushed tip as he tips over the edge.

He cums with a drawn out moan of your name, his eyes still squeezed shut as he imagines his hot cum landing on your tongue and your lips. His hips jerk helplessly into his hand, his cum shooting out of him as he imagines painting your face with his spent.

He thrust shallowly, not wanting to let go of the image of your messy face, until he hisses from the overstimulation. Bokuto whimpers quietly when he finally lets go of himself, watching his cum sink down the drain.

Kenma Kozume

“Another round?” He asks, taking a sip of his drink before he slightly leans back into his chair.

“Yeah sure,” you answer, and he swears he can hear the smile in your voice through his headphones.

Kenma and you play another round of your game, but this round he is a little distracted. It’s not the first time that he games with you; he has for a long time. But today he is so sensitive. Every little sigh and light giggle of yours makes his heart beat a little faster.

He ignores it. But as the game processes he has a harder time, desperately trying to ignore his fluttering heart and the warmth spreading through his body as his attention redirects more and more to your noises and less towards the game in front of him.

He can’t help but wonder how you look right now, what you’re wearing, how you sit. He clears his throat, his cheeks flushing as images of you pop into his mind.

Blood rushes down his body and he feels the heightened lust cursing through his veins. This isn’t good. He asks you more questions, not getting enough of hearing your sweet, angelic voice dropping right onto his ears. You just sound so sweet, so enticing. He could listen to you talk forever like this; the little sighs, the little laughter, the smile in your words. You’re really doing something to him.

Kenma doesn’t even realize that he doesn’t spare any attention to the game anymore, only absentmindedly watching his screen as he feels his dick hardening, throbbing with the need to be touched. He swallows hard, feeling embarrassed at his neediness.

“I have to go, I’ll be right back,” he quickly answers, ripping his headphones from his head.

He throws his head back, hiding his face in his hands. This really can’t be happening right now. He’s conflicted; he is so riled up, but he also knows it is wrong. It’s even wrong to only think about what he wants to do.

But the temptation lies right in front of him; his headphones releasing your honeyed voice. Kenma gulps as he tugs down his pants, along with his boxers. His heavy cock is sprung, the tip flushed pink, crying out for attention.

And then he puts on his headphones again, knowing that he can’t possibly resist the temptation. He hears your steady breathing. He turns his volume up, not wanting to miss a single breath from your lips.

He wraps his hand around his dick, slowly dragging his palm along his shaft. He closes his eyes, his mind only filled up with your breathing. It almost feels like you’re right beside him, laying next to him, breathing next to him.

Kenma throws his head back, slightly increasing his pace. He imagines that you’re here with him, in his room. He envisions that it isn’t his hand wrapped around him, but yours. He presses his lips closer together, not daring to let any sound slip past.

And then you yawn. A little smile tugs at his lips at the sound. He can almost see you stretching, your arms high above your head as the little shirt you’re wearing rides up higher and higher. And then a little moan slips past your lips.

Kenma’s hand wraps tighter around his girth, the sound of it catching him off guard. His dick throbs nearly painfully in his hand. He lets out a low, quiet breath, committing the sound to his memory. He gulps, furrowing his brows as he imagines he was the one eliciting you the sound.

He thinks about the sweet sounds he could draw from you as he takes his time with you. He would finger you, slow and thoroughly, plunging his slender fingers inside of you again and again, watching your face scrunch up in delight as he draws your second orgasm from you, watching you dripping all over his slippery fingers.

Kenma slightly increases his pace, thinking about easing his cock into your throbbing hole, watching your eyes grow wide at the sheer size of him. He moves his hand faster now, imagining it is your tight pussy that is wrapped around his weeping cock. A bead of pre-cum glides along his shaft, easing the glide of his eager hand.

He envisions it’s your sloppy pussy dripping all over him. Kenmo furrows his brows, his jaw clenching as he desperately tries to keep quiet. His fist pumps into his flushed, sensitive tip now, coaxing himself closer to his impending orgasm.

“Fuck,” he curses quietly, as he teeters on the edge. The word falls from his parted lips involuntarily. He suppresses his gasp as he hears your voice.

“Kenma?” You ask innocently. “Are you there?”

And the way your name drips past your lips, right onto his ears, filling up his mind, has him tipping over.

He cums, suddenly and hard. His hips buck up, his hand concentrating on his tip as he orgasms. His hot cum shoots out of him, painting his hand white, his thighs trembling slightly as his orgasm crashes over him.

He quickly tries to gather his bearings to answer you, the slight guilt and shame making his face and chest burn.

“Yeah, sorry,” he answers breathlessly, hearing the silence on the other line.

“I- I forgot something, I’ll be right back,” he mumbles hurriedly as he watches his dick softening in his soiled hand.

Yu Nishinoya

His eyes are bound to you, watching you lose layer after layer until you’re only left wearing your bikini. It’s the first time that he sees you with so little clothes - and he desperately hopes it won’t be the last time, committing the picture to his memory.

His hungry eyes rake over your exposed skin, gliding along your curves, not missing any freckle or bend. He would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about seeing you like this. But now that he does, he feels overwhelmed. The sun burns down onto the beach but Nishinoya knows that this isn’t the reason as to why he feels so hot.

You turn your head towards him. His eyes quickly flicker up to your face. Shit, now you’ve caught him staring. But you only smile at him, it's smug and all too attractive.

His face burns in embarrassment. He returns your smile, but he feels uneasy. His mouth is so dry, it feels like he swallowed the sand that surrounds you two.

He turns his head, staring at the ocean, watching how the waves refract the sunlight. It’s beautiful, but it doesn’t give him the same satisfaction as watching you. And it sure as hell doesn’t distract him from the fact that you’re right next to him, so scantily dressed and so unbelievably gorgeous.

Nishinoya steals another glance at you and tries not to gape when you move. You’re laying on your stomach now, your eyes closed peacefully. He swallows hard as he tries to tear his gaze away from your ass. But he can’t. His dark eyes are greedily dragging along your figure, following the lines of your waist and your butt.

His body grows hotter and hotter by the minute until he feels that familiar warmth tugging in his stomach. Blood rushes down his body and he just can’t stop thinking about stretching out his hand, letting it smooth over your skin, grabbing your flesh.

“I’m going into the water,” he hurriedly mumbles.

You only hum a low okay that he doesn’t even register as he makes his way into the water. The water is warm, only marginally cooling him down. Nishinoya swims for a few minutes, trying to concentrate on something - anything - desperately trying to ignore the throbbing of his hard cock.

But it is so difficult for him. The longer he is in the water, the more he loses his hope of getting the images of you out of his mind. His dick is still rock hard. He is standing, water up to his chest, his eyes seeing your figure in the distance.

His hand travels along his abdomen, feeling his dick straining against his trunks. His cock throbs under his hand, yearning for a release.

No one is around, the beach is almost vacant. No one will be able to tell what he does, he reasons with himself. Nishinoya knows it is wrong, but he also knows that if he doesn’t do this right now he won’t be able to relax next to you.

Nishinoya hurriedly frees his cock, his hand wrapping around his girth. The water surrounding his body eases the glide of his hand as he starts to drag his palm along his length.

He slightly closes his eyes, basking in the feeling of the warm water surrounding him. And then he indulges in his memories of you. He remembers how your body looked just now; how smooth and soft your skin seemed.

Nishinoya slightly increases his pace as he visualizes your ass, thinking about spanking you, watching your flesh jiggle. He imagines sliding his hand between your thighs, pulling your panties to the side before he plunges his finger inside of you.

He would thrust his fingers inside of you, until your dripping all over his wrist, until he has you moaning, whimpering, begging him to finally fuck you. A low gasp escapes his mouth as he increases his pace.

The water helps the glide of his eager hand, as he thinks about easing his cock into you, watching your messy pussy wrap so perfectly around him. His fist squeezes tighter now, his hand hurriedly pumping into his swollen head, as he imagines fucking you, letting his hips slap against you again and again.

Nishinoya imagines it’s not his hand but your pussy that is wrapped so tightly around his aching cock. He envisions the way you would tremble, the way you would moan and whimper, the way your pussy would flutter around his length as he makes you cum all over his cock.

A deep groan falls from his lips, his hips moving with his hand until he tips over the edge. Nishinoya cums, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes squeezed shut as his cum shoots out of him, going unnoticed in the current of the ocean.

©sweetdreamlandstuff

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veraghost · 2 years

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tag teamed! ❤️‍🔥

𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶 𝘥𝘶𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 pt. 2

featuring: f!reader, kuroo + kenma, bokuto + akaashi, ushijima + tendou

cw: sub!reader, voyuerism, fingering, dumbification, penatrative sex, online sex?, male masturbation (tendou), creampies, overstimulation, double cerampie?, multiple rounds, praise, if i’ve missed any please let me know

nsfw under the cut, please have ur age in ur bio or i will block you. 18+

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ｋｕｒｏｏ＋ｋｅｎｍａ

“baby?” you ask kenma quietly, hoping he hears you through his headphones. when he pulls his headset off, he quickly nods to you, a silent “what’s up” to you. when you explain to him that you miss his company, he pats his lap, and soon enough your straddling his lap, face nuzzled into his neck. but when your this close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his body, you start to become a little horny.

squirming around in his lap, he looks at you sternly - you’re distracting him from his game. you apologize before finding a comfortable position, right on his dick. he notices your issue almost immediately, and pushes a hand into your panties, playing with your clit.

little do you know that he’s not playing alone, and kuroo and hear your little pants and moans through kenma’s headset, and he can’t help but get off with you. kenma stays quiet while you both find pleasure, enjoying the fact that even after all these years - kuroo is still crushing on his perfect girlfriend. when kenma realizes you’re close, he puts his headphones on your ears, letting you hear how good you make kuroo feel.

you’ve never cum so hard in your life.

ｂｏｋｕｔｏ＋ａｋａａｓｈｉ

“fuck, ‘kaashi she feels so tight, so warm and perfect.” bokuto rants on about your pussy - although he’s fucked you so many times, felt your walls clench around his dick, he never seems to get over how perfect you are. akaashi isn’t surprised over, bokuto always ends up talking about your sexcapades when hes drunk, ranting on about how perfect you are.

and keiji can’t wait to sink into you, once bokuto reaches his high, when he fills you up to the brim, keiji gets to fuck it back into your sopping cunt, making you see stars. and that’s exactly what he does, it’s messy and wet and everything you should feel disgusted about, but when akaashi is making you cum again and again on his cock, you can’t help but feel completely blissed out, almost passing out from pleasure.

you don’t know how many times you’ve came by the end of the night, but when akaashi finally fills you up, his cum mixing with bokuto’s, when he accidentally brushes against your clit, you’re almost thankful that it’s over, wincing from overstimulation.

ｕｓｈｉｊｉｍａ＋ｔｅｎｄｏｕ

“look at her eyes, ushiwaka, she’s completely fucked out on you” tendou smirks, a teasing tone in his voice. but you can’t even talk back to him, too lost in the feeling of ushijima’s cock hitting the spongy spot in you so easily, almost hitting against your cervix. it’s almost too much, but you can’t even complain, trying to push his hips to make him slow down, but he’s almost as lost as you are.

and tendou get’s to watch it all happen, stroking his cock on his bed, watching from across the room an ushijima fucks into you. this wasn’t how things were supposed to go - not that you should complain. you had simply gone over to wish ushijima good luck on his game later that night, before spilling juice on your chest and suddenly things escalated from there.

you cum for the umpteenth time, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out of your mouth, and tendou cums at the sight, riding his high out with you. it gives ‘toshi a couple more thrusts before he pushes in one last time and cums, filling you up until it’s spilling out of you.

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captain-lessship · 1 year

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Random Haikyuu x Reader Head Cannons

Kuroo:

He actually doesn’t cuddle you in your sleep. Controversial, I know but given his sleeping position, he just can’t.

To every rule there is an exception: He will cuddle you til you fall asleep. After you’re asleep, he removes his arms from you.

You stay pressed to his side and he enjoys you being there

You almost always fall asleep before you. But you always wake up before him.

You peer your eye over the edge of the blanket, smile hidden as you admire his squished face he has in between pillows

Bokuto:

Surprisingly a good dancer. True he gets a little excited and spins you a little too much but he has great rhythm and timing

Loves dancing with you. Anywhere. Anytime.

Dances in public. There is so many videos of him and you that were trending do to his volleyball fame

Dances in the kitchen, til you complain that the food might burn.

He loves dipping and spinning you.

The giggles you let out are the reason he loves it.

Kenma:

no matter you cook for this man, he sees it a a five Michelin star meal

If he thinks really hard, he can almost taste the very first meal you cooked him.

You bring him hearty snacks when he’s gaming.

Has asked you to feed it to him so he can continue gaming. (you said no)

He jokes you’re a healer with your food. Stamina +10, Sadness -25

You sneak vegetables into every dish

On the *extremely* rare occasion he offers to help, you and him are quite the cooking duo

A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

Sugawara:

Married old couple energy

You have matching chairs, they are also right next to each other

He loves to watch you do your hobbies even if he isn’t interested in them. He’s more focused on the joy that they bring you

You didn’t even confess. It was more of you spent everyday with each other and asked “Are we dating?” And he replied with “Yeah?”

Soulmates. Period.

All of your friends say your relationship goals even you just think you both are mature enough to be with each other

Even when problems do arise, it never lead to a screaming match. Instead you talk through the issue with terms like “I know you did this because of *blank*, but I did not like that/understand why because *blank*”. If you two can’t come to an agreement and are getting agitated: you both will go into separate rooms to calm down.

Healthy relationship baddies

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astronoxx · 1 year

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Breathless Bokuto

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Bokuto during half time in the locker room washing his face with cold water to wake himself up and he looks up to see you sitting on the bench smiling softly at him he walks over and lays down next to you his head laying on your thighs he was to tall to fit fully on the bench so his feet bend touching the floor on the end of the bench. He sighs “Sorry baby” You look down at him with question “for what?” He chuckled softly “You came wearing my jersey cheering on me and I can’t even score a point for you.” He looks utterly disappointed in himself. You stare down at him in under disbelief and then you have a idea you say “I have a way to cheer you up” 2 minutes later your underwear is ripped off and so if your bra the only thing left is his extra jersey he lent you, you are hovering over his face he says “stop hovering, sit.” As he clench’s your thigh with his hands pulling you down onto his mouth he uses one hand to squeeze your thigh the other in your shirt rubbing circles on your nipple. He laps his tongue back and fourth sucking on your clit, you squeeze your thighs around his head and it makes him go faster like a starved man, one he is. He loves that you can take his breath away, who needs breathing anyway not him all he wants to do in please you as you ride his face that’s his one duty to please you. His tongue runs laps in your flaps as your thighs squeeze around his hand and bench you moan “Kou- we uh.. have to go.. play time...” he just goes faster as you squeeze his head making him breathless Bokuto doesn’t give a fuck if he misses the rest of the game if that means he can stay on this position. Til there’s a knock on the locker room door Akashi’s voice rings through the locker room meshing in with Bokutos slurping noises “Bokuto, We have two minutes can I come in?” Bokuto takes his two hands and puts them under your thighs and lifted you up a bit he yells “one second.” He moves you from his face to his bulge in his pants he sits up and turns so he can stand up he picks you up before and he holds you up with one hand while ur legs wrap around him he gently lets you down and takes a deep breathe his mouth sloppy he likes the juices off his face and helps you get your underwear and bra back on and he’s back to his normal perky self. He puts his hand in yours and whispers “Are you okay to walk?” You nod a little wobbly knowing if you said no he would carry you back to the bleachers you hold hold his hand he opens the door walking next to him Akashi smiles at you both until he sees you both together he definitely knows He keeps himself calm and together and he says “comeon before coach yells at us” you three walk to the gym together and he kisses your cheek before you go up to watch not forgetting to whisper “thanks for the good luck food.” Akashi face is horrified and Bokuto just smiles widely at us both they walk out to the court and in a few seconds the whistle blows and they start to play, a few minutes ago he was leaving bruises on your thighs and boobs and now he’s smiling proudly as he spikes the ball over the net. Akashi is next to him contemplating his life. Bokuto has traumatized Akashi you could say took his breath away

Bokuto :

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taytak3syou · 1 year

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Kind of love

“i’m bored. can we go on a shopping spree?”

bokuto, terushima, atsumu, oikawa

“i swear i’m not drunk! but just in case i am, can we have sex and see if i remember it tomorrow?”

suna, kuroo, atsumu, noya, tanaka

“can you buy me a pillow before you go on a trip? i need to pretend it’s you.”

bokuto, tendou, hinata, noya, sugawara

“i’m cold. i need a hug or i might freeze to death”

yamaguchi, hinata, sugawara, kuroo, bokuto, suna

“last christmas i gave you my dick! but the very next day, you gave it away!!”

noya, atsumu, sugawara(drunk), tanaka

“will you buy me ____. i’ll pay you back in kisses”

suna, atsumu, terushima, shriabu

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Being Nekoma’s Omega Manager:

Alpha Bokuto’s Crush

Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto x Omega! female manager (YN Kuroo) (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: SFW, mentions of mates but basically all fluff

A/N: ok I can explain… yeah I can’t but the idea of omega verse has been on my mind for a while and this is me exorcising that 🫠 also I’m not sure this would be classified as “traditional ABO omegaverse”. It’s my first time trying this genre so please don’t come for me 😅 I promise I’m willing to learn!

As if being an omega wasn’t hard enough, you were one of the few omegas that populated the halls of Nekoma

The school was comprised of mostly betas and alphas, including your big brother, Tetsuro Kuroo

Tetsuro was the head alpha and captain of Nekoma’s volleyball team

Tetsuro was big, strong, smart and a great leader

You were much the opposite of your brother, small, average, and rather shy

Nothing about you stood out particularly and you liked it that way

You weren’t popular but not exactly a wallflower either

You fit in with your own friends, who were compromised of mostly betas

Your smell was a pleasant, light floral- often making the atmosphere around you calm and serene

Tetsuro often described your scent like the wind blowing through a field of fresh flowers in the summer

Kenma, Tetsuro’s best friend and beta, told you that you smelled like perfume

“Umm thanks Kenma?” You’d say as he shrugged

“At least it’s a nice perfume smell!” Inuoka, another beta from the volleyball club added

While you got along well at Nekoma, you mostly hung out with your brother and the volleyball team

They had accepted you into their pack as an omega and someone they cared very much for

Yaku and Kai, both Betas, adored how small you were and how much you cared for the team

Yamamoto, another Alpha, watched you like a hawk and treated you like his own sister

You became so integrated into the team that eventually, you just naturally became their manager

“You’re always here Yn, might as well put you to work!” Coach Nekomata laughed

It worked out well for you because you were safe and you felt extremely needed within the pack

Your scent often helped calm down Kuroo and Yamamoto when they got irritated by Daishou and the Alpha’s of Nohebi

“Hey you got yourself a cute little omega I see,” Daishou said, “maybe you can let us borrow her for a while?”

Kuroo and Yamamoto both growled at the threat presented to them

Yaku and Kai told you to ignore them but your instincts told you other wise

You approached the boys, releasing a calming scent to calm them

“I’m sorry but I belong to Nekoma’s pack,” you say sweetly as you pull the two dumb alphas with you

While you loved your pack, you had yet to become attached to anyone in particular

Your inner omega hadn’t been stirred up by anyone at the school or at any of the teams practice matches

A lot of your fellow omegas were bonded to alpha’s already and sometimes, you felt lonely, desiring your own alpha

Your brother told you to be patient, that your day could come

You knew he wasn’t too excited for you to find a mate, wanting to keep you safe and protected within his pack for as long as he could

However, that would change when Nekoma’s training camps started

You were nervous but excited for everything new

Kuroo had told you that you would be the only Omega at the camp as the teams were comprised of Betas and Alphas, including the managers

You knew you’d get along with the managers no matter what, having met Karasuno manager before

When the teams arrived, you stood next to Kuroo, hiding slightly behind him

They had all been very pleasant to you, greeting you kindly

A large bus arrived, commotion stirring from it as soon as the doors opened

“Bokuto you need to chill out,” a voice sounded as you watched a very large man bounce off the bus

“Akaashi, you know how excited he gets when it comes to training camp,” one of the managers said as she followed the bouncy man

You watched as the black and silver haired man stood by the bus, the rest of the team piling off

You couldn’t see his face but his presence made the atmosphere shift around you

The wind was blowing a little strong, you hair flowing around your face as you pulled it from your mouth

Bokuto stopped, frozen as he smelt the air, his lungs expanding as he took in the beautiful scent

His body reacted before he had a chance to think, urging him to find the source of the pretty smell

He turned, his eyes lading directly on you as you stood slightly behind your brother

You were so tiny and meek, it drove him to the brink

He had never felt this way about another person, let alone an omega

He let the scent of you wash over him as his body carried him towards you

“Bokuto where the heck are you going?” Akaashi said as he made his way over, eyes fixed at on you

Kuroo watched as Bokuto approached, shifting in front of you as a low growl sounded from his throat

The growl from his friend and rival sent Bokuto into protective mode, his scent immediately changing as he bared his teeth

Akaashi came next to Kenma as they both watched , Kuroo standing his ground as Bokuto began to stare him down

The teams knew not to get involved when two alphas met toe to toe

Not only because a fight would surely ensue but also because they noted your presence close to the scene and didn’t want you to get hurt

“Omega,” Bokuto said, a low growl sounding from him as his piercing hazel eyes locked on yours, pupils dilated , “mine.”

You stiffened, as you took in Bokuto’s scent of warm, fresh cotton

You body began to heat up as you felt a soft whimper escape you lips

A whine that called to him, telling him that you found him just as attractive as he found you

What the heck were you doing? You body was acting on its own accord as the tall alpha loomed in front of you

You peered around your bother who was locked in a heated glare with Bokuto

You hadn’t seen Kuroo this angry in a while, not even Daishou’s annoying comments stirred this much emotion

You snapped from your haze, pumping calming pheromones into the air to defuse the tension between the two alphas

You could sense the tension dissipate, as your brother and Bokuto both calmed down, Bokuto’s eyes returning to normal

Bokuto looked from your brother to you, his face relaxing as he calmed down

“Who is this Kuroo?” He asked, still staring at you

“My sister and Nekoma’s manager now back off!” Kuroo growled

“Tetsuro its ok,” you said softly as your brothers head snapped to you

“I’m YN, it’s nice to meet you,” you said, a soft smile appearing on your face

“I’m Kōtarō Bokuto, it’s a pleasure,” he said, still staring at you

Kuroo was getting annoyed at how Bokuto was staring at you and what was with him calling you his earlier?

Kuroo could sense the change in Bokuto’s behavior and he didn’t like it one bit

He knew the alpha was interested in you, his scent reeking of possessiveness

Thankfully, Yaku and Kai came to the rescue

“Come on YN, we have to finish setting up the gym,” Yaku interrupted, sensing the tension forming and wanting to remove you from the situation

Yaku and Kai both knew things could escalate quickly and didn’t want to risk you getting hurt

“Oh of course!” You said, running to meet up with Yaku and waving to Bokuto

Bokuto watched as you left, your scent hitting him smack in the face once again

“Stay away from my sister Bokuto,” Kuroo growled as Bokuto smirked

Yeah there was no way in hell that was going to happen

As the training camp progressed, you felt not only the eyes of your team on you but the eyes of Bokuto as well

He watched you every spare second he could, his eyes finding you in every setting on the gym

“Looks like we won’t need much encourgement today,” Yukie said to Akaashi who nodded, watching Bokuto as he watched you

“I’ve never seen him like this before, do you really think-” Washio said as Akaashi nodded

“I’m not 100% for sure, but I think so,” he said, still watching as Bokuto’s eyes lit up at the sound of your laugh

He hated how close the betas of your pack were standing to you

Kenma and Inuka all but on top of you

His inner alpha yelled at him to stop them, halt them from getting any closer to what was his

He released a low growl, heard by Akaashi as he tried observed you

“Bokuto, we should get to practicing,” Akaashi said as Bokuto snarled

“Yeah, I need to hit something. I’m pissed off,” he barked

You stiffened, hearing the snarl permeat your ears from across the court

Bokuto was fuming as he slammed spike after spike into the other side of the court

“Hey Yn, can you fill up our water bottles please?” Kai asked as you chirped in surprise, Bokuto stopping when he heard you

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I was just zoned out! I’ll get right on it!” You said, grabbing the crates and hoisting them into your arms

“Hey can I help you with those?” Bokuto said, approaching you as you carried your teams water bottles to the fountain

“Oh no I’m ok! I don’t want to interrupt your practice!” You say, smiling back

“It’s ok, I’m on a break! And those look really heavy,” he says, extending his hand as you blush and hand him the bottles

You walk to the fountain and began filling up the bottles, Bokuto standing close by you

“Thanks so much Bokuto,” you say

“Please call me Kotaro,” he responds as you nod

“Kotaro it is then!” You giggle as Bokuto’s chest fills with pride at your name rolling from your mouth

“You are really pretty Yn and your scent is beautiful,” Bokuto bluntly stated as you felt your face heat up

“Umm thanks Ko, Kenma says it smells like perfume,” you say shyly

“Well it’s the best perfume I’ve ever smelt before,” he said as you felt your body heat, his scent becoming strong as you talked

You talk a little as you fill water bottles when suddenly the foul stench of anger fills the hallway

“BOKUTO!” Kuroo shouts as you chirp suddenly, eyes widening

Bokuto responds to you, his instinct to protect your from anyone and anything stronger than ever

He stands in front of you, arms crossed as you peer out from behind his hulking form.

“I thought I told you to leave my sister alone!” He barked as Bokuto growled back, his stench reeking of possessiveness

“I’m only helping her and stop being so protective of her Kuroo!” Bokuto snarled out the command as you stiffened

“She’s an unmarked omega Bokuto and she’s my baby sister so no, I will not back down!” Kuroo says as your eyes widen at the realization that both men are getting extremely angry

The smells mixed together and assaulted your nose as you tried your best to stay calm

“I would never hurt her Kuroo! I think you already know what I want,” Bokuto snarls as Kuroo’s eyes flame with anger

You try pumping your scent into the air as the men’s eyes dead lock on each other, eyes blown wide as you try desperately to calm them down

Unfortunately for you, it’s not working

“Whoa hey what’s going on here?” Yaku says, coming out into the hallway with Akaashi, Kenma and Kai

“Kuroo calm down,” Kai says as Kuroo’s vision snaps to Kai

“Back off! This is between Bokuto and me,” Kuroo shouted

Driven by your instincts, you do the only thing you can and begin scenting Bokuto

You had never scented anyone before, not even your own pack mates

Usually your calming scent filling the air was enough to chill the mood but your instincts drove you to do more

Your wrist rubs up and down his arms, as you see his form relax, his eyes shifting to you

Kuroo’s eyes turned towards you as he watched your eyes lock with Bokuto’s

He knew what this meant, and while he wasn’t happy about it, he could tell you wanted this

“Kotaro, it’s ok. Tetsuro is just looking out for me. He knows how dangerous it is being an unclaimed omega,” you say

“I want to be your Alpha Yn,” Bokuto says suddenly as your eyes widen

Akaashi palms his face knowing perfectly well that the customs of courting an Omega

“Bokuto, you are suppose to ask her with a gift you know,” Akaashi says, as you smile

“Oh right, uhh, hold on!” Bokuto says, ripping off his practice jersey as well as his T-shirt

“Here you go Yn,” he says, handing you his T-shirt

Even Kuroo is like “really YN? This is what you want?”

You accept the T-shirt, holding it up to your nose as the scent of Kotaro, the scent YOUR Alpha wafts through your nose

“I love it Kotaro and yes, I’d love to court you,” you say as he smiles

“Well HEY HEY HEY!” He screams, lifting you into the air and spinning you around

Kuroo stands there, his arms crossed as he just shakes his head

“You sure you want this Yn?” He asks as you nod

“Honestly this was the cutest courtship proposal I’ve ever seen,” Yaku says, wiping a tear from his eyes

“Akkaaaasshiiii we are going to have to make room for Yn on the bus!” Bokuto says as you smile, shaking your head

“Bokuto YN isn’t coming with you,” Kuroo notes

Bokuto’s eyes widen as he looks to you as he deflated, hair and all

“Sorry Kotaro, I can’t just transfer schools! But I can come visit you on weekends and we can FaceTime everyday until we can see each other?” You say as your alpha perks up and smiles

“Come on YN, I gotta show you all my skills while we are together! I need to prove that you have the bestest Alpha around!” Bokuto says, dragging you back to the gym as you giggled

“Well it finally happened,” Kenma said, walking back with Akaashi

Akaashi just smiled, knowing that, for a while at least, he wouldn’t have to worry about Bokuto’s emo modes for a while

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apollodarling-writes · 1 year

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yandere bokuto please please please ty 😩

YANDERE! BOKUTO KOTARO HCS!

tws: stalking, manipulation, forced intimacy, gaslighting, attention seeking behavior, self harm, suicide threats, murder, gore, kidnapping, underwear sniffing, breaking and entering, noncon/dubcon, verbal/emotional abuse, domestic violence, mind break,

Bokuto would develop these feelings extremely quickly. He wouldn’t exactly know that these feelings/urges/thoughts are wrong, either.

Bokuto absolutely hates your friends. He hates that they take so much of your time; the solution? He kills them.

When Bokuto kills for you, it’s messy. Very messy. He’s quick to clean up evidence and will always leave the body somewhere the authorities can find it- though, they’ll have to search a bit.

Despite Bokuto’s seemingly air-headed nature, he’s very knowledgeable about forensic science. He finds it very fascinating (it also comes in handy).

When you begin to lean on Bokuto, he’s over the moon. All of his hard work is paying off!

If he lets out a few suspicious words, he’ll gaslight you into thinking that you heard him wrong. He didn’t mean it that way [Name]!

If you distance yourself from him, he’ll cut himself in a few places that are noticeable and when his sleeves ‘accidentally’ ride up around you, you’ll end up taking care of him more often

Bokuto manipulates you into leaning on him more often and will re-wire your brain into thinking about him and only him.

Bokuto is the type of yandere that will wholeheartedly research things that you’re interested in so that you’ll like him more.

Bokuto will mold himself into your ideal guy- why? Because you’re everything he wants and he wants to be everything you want!

Bokuto will break into your house at night after learning to lock pick and steal a few pairs of your underwear and shirts/hoodies. He just loves your scent so much.

When you seem to be making more friends, or even doing homework more than you’re talking to him, he’ll call you saying that he’s scared and that he’s been ‘in his head’. That he’s worried he might hurt himself again and ask if he can come over for the night.

If you try to distance yourself, no worries. He’ll just kidnap you. He’ll lock you in his basement, in the portion of the wall that he’s sectioned off and soundproofed so that you’ll never leave him again.

Bokuto is kinda delusional, so he thinks that when he’s taking advantage of you and he hears a few whimpers, that you do want the treatment he’s giving you.

Don’t even think of escaping. He’ll break your legs and arms if he has to.

He’ll force kisses, hugs, cuddles, sexual intimacy, and make you say that you love him. If you don’t… god help you.

Be very cautious about what you say to him. He can go from happy to furious in the blink of an eye. You don’t want to see him angry, either.

Bokuto’s punishments are always physical. He’ll bruise you, break your bones, use your body for his pleasure, deny you food and water, the list goes on.

When you begin to submit, Bokuto will fee quite smug. His efforts are once again paying off.

When stockholm kicks in, and you finally say ‘I love you’ first, Bokuto will shower you in love.

“[Name]… I’m sorry to burden you so often… but, do you think I can come stay over for the night? I’m having those thoughts again…”

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll break your fucking jaw if you say another god damn word!”

“[Name], I love you. I love you so so so so so so so much. You love me too… don’t you?”

“God, fuck, you feel so good, baby… hah~ don’t clench down on me like that-“

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hotvinimon · 6 months

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Prank

Bokuto Kotaro x Reader

A/n : "You are annoying prank" Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language, tears, kisses

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Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

You couldn't stop chuckling to yourself as you whipped up some grub for your beloved boyfriend of 3 years, the bathroom rockstar.

Imagine this: a sunny summer day, Bokuto belting out tunes like he's on a world tour in the bathroom. While you made your Inari Sushi masterpiece, you stuck a cute flag in the tofu, thinking he'd devour it like a hungry legend.

Your kitchen shenanigans turned breakfast into a daily concert, and you were here for it, front-row seats and all!

Chilling on a kitchen stool, you snuggled up, scrolling through your phone and killing time. As you swiped away, you got hooked by a hilarious prank video of a couple.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked open, and Bokuto emerged, attempting an elegant pirouette, until he saw your unimpressed look from your kitchen perch.

He pulled off an epic gasp, covering his mouth with flair like a melodramatic actor and shouted, "Oh, behold the grand entrance! My precious! My drop-dead gorgeous darling baby!" With giant strides, like he's auditioning for a comedy troupe, he sauntered over on the wood floor, leaving just enough room for an over-the-top bow. You couldn't hold back your giggles.

"Wowza! Check out the size of that Inari sushi! Just what the doctor ordered! I must've won the karma lottery. Now, what else? Hmmm... Oh, I know! A good morning smooch to kickstart the day!" Ignoring any objections, he grabbed your face with his big hands and planted a juicy kiss. "As a token of my thanks, I'm whipping up some coffee, my sweetie pie!"

Late mornings are rare in your apartment due to both of yours busy schedule. But due to graciousness of your manager and Meian, you finally got some time to catch what's slipping up.

You watched his coffee-making skills, both of you sipping from cute matching mugs, and that coffee scent filled up the kitchen. He plopped your mug down, and you gave him a quick kiss. As he sat in his chair across from you, he eyeballed the yummy breakfast you'd whipped up with an eager grin.

He zeroed in on the sushi like a ravenous sushi monster, his lips dancing with excitement. Taking a huge bite, he made sure that sushi didn't stand a chance. You couldn't help but soak up his dramatic, operatic hum, followed by an award-winning moan.

It was like a foodie's Shakespearean theater! As he devoured, you remembered that prank video from earlier. You leaned in, resting your head on your left hand, grinning mischievously.

"Listen, babe, you know I adore you, right? But..." Bokuto's eyes locked onto yours, begging for more. Despite his heartstring-pulling expression, you kept going. "Maybe, just maybe, ease up on the childishness. It's starting to get a tad bit... well, you know, annoying."

His eyes got as big as saucers, and he froze mid-bite, never breaking your gaze. He blinked once, then twice, and a puzzled frown crept over his handsome face. He practically inhaled his food, trying to get words out, "You think I'm... annoying? Really?" His voice quivered, barely louder than a whisper, breaking your resolve.

Your hand reached out for his, but it was game over – tears welled up in his eyes. Panic mode activated, and you sprang up, cursing your snap judgment. "No, no, no, my bad, baby! I was just messing around! None of that was for real. I watched this dumb video of someone pranking their partner, and I thought it'd be hilarious to see your reaction…"

You pulled back and gently grabbed his chin. "Hey, look at me." You swiveled his head to lock eyes with you. "I'm so sorry, babe. I'm head over heels for you, you know that, right?" He zipped his lips for a sec, steering clear of eye contact. "You're so cruel! Why'd you do that to your lovely boyfriend? I really believed you were going to leave me..." His lip wobbled, a cute pout forming on his lips.

"Like, never ever would I want you to change! I'm all about your goofy vibes, you get me? I'm genuinely sorry, honey... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you!" Your thumb stroked his cheek, sending a silent plea.

"Okay, but swear you won't pull something like this again!" He crossed his arms and huffed. "I swear!" You nodded big time, showering his face with kisses. You started with his forehead, then both cheeks, and finally, a smooch that lingered on his pouty lips. You milked that last kiss a little longer, feeling the corners of his lips curl up. When you finally pulled away, your grin was on fleek, and your way happier boyfriend looked back at you.

"Well, now that you promised to make it up to me, can I cop some of your sushi too?" you deadpanned. Maybe this was all part of his plot to score extra breakfast, and you were totally down with it, especially when he gave you that cheeky, smug grin.

Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

Maybe this is what love looks like. A drama queen hogging your breakfast with dried fat tears on his blushed cheeks.

V-Chan's Dilly Dally

You can skip this part.

I really hope you guys would like it. I kind of changed the theme. I'm working on an akaashi fic and a gangster fic.

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qissu · 2 years

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♡∩_∩ （„• ֊ •„)♡ ┏━∪∪━━━━┓ ride that dick till it cums ┗━━━━━━━┛

sUMMARY ▶ Fed up with you not paying attention to your family, bokuto gives you dick to ease your mind

wORD COUNT ▶ 1k

“I told her not to send those files to me, I’m on vacation!” You shout into your phone as your family walk down the hallway of the hotel.

Bokuto looks over at you before looking down at the kids. “I’ll race you guys to the door.”

He runs off without giving them a chance.

“I didn’t bring my laptop, this isn’t my problem, call her and tell her to send the damn files!”

You end the call.

Even on vacation I can’t take a damn break.

You finally catch up to your family, upon walking into the room your twin daughters were jumping up and down on the bed.

“Get down from there or you’ll fall.”

“But daddy said we coul-“

“I don’t care what daddy said, I told you to get down.”

Your phone starts to ring in your hand, as bokuto walks into the room you answer the phone.

“WHAT?” You shout into the phone.

“Do I have to call her myself!? You aren’t being considerate of my time off!”

“Come here girls.” Bokuto caught their attention, leading them into the next room and putting on a kids movie, turning the volume up.

“If you guys be good and finish the movie we’ll go to the beach and get ice cream right after!”

“Yay! Ice cream!”

They jumped up and down as he closes the door.

When bokuto comes back to you he gently guided you to the bed, pushing you back.

You look at him confused as you continue to talk on the phone.

“Yes, send the files to the guys at the office.”

You watch as bokuto pulls off your pants, pressing his thumb in between your outer folds as he slowly strokes your pussy.

You squirm under his touch.

“Y- uh, make sure they send the back up files just in case, I don’t want to hear from the higher ups.”

“You’ve been tense lately, I know we haven’t had sex in months.” Bokuto tear off your underwear.

He parted your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs all the way up to your pussy as you could only watch.

“It’s my fault your all this tense, let me fix that.” He smirks

Before latching on and licking your clit, his tongue encircled it. You squeeze bokuto between your legs while covering your mouth.

“Ah shit, I mean call me back later with an update.” You hang up the phone immediately.

“Fuck bokuto, this isn’t fair.” You grip a handful of his hair as his face deepens inside of you.

“W- where are the girls?”

“In the other room, watching a movie. We only have an hour.” He said.

“D- don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

He started to finger you with his middle and index finger while keeping his tongue attached to your clit. Your back arches in response. His fingers were smeared in cum, as the sound of your pussy filled the room.

“Hold it in, don’t scream or the girls would hear.”

How could you remain silent as your pussy was getting devoured? Did he believe it was possible?

Bokuto stopped sucking on your clit when he realized you were about to cum and instead focused his lips on your outer folds, pulling on them with his lips.

“I can’t believe we haven’t fuck in such a long time, we have to make up for those lost times.”

With his fingers out of you he goes to pull out his dick, tugging his shorts down as the dick sprang out.

Hold up, I don’t remember it being that long.

You look between him and his dick. Before he could put it in you press your hand against his torso.

“Wait.”

The tip was already pressed against your folds.

“We haven’t had sex in months, I don’t think I’m ready for it all.”

“Just the tip.”

You remove your hand allowing the tip to stroke in between your folds. As the tip brushed against your clit you couldn’t help but grind back and forth.

“Keep doing that and we’ll have another set of twins.” Bokuto moans out.

Your pussy was warm and he was unable to hold back any longer. He plunged his dick inside of you and penetrated you forcefully.

“You said only the tip!”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold back!”

He pulls you up off the bed, holding you in his arms as you muffle your moans with his shirt.

“Ah fuck, I don’t think I could stop now. Your pussy is sucking me in.”

Being in sync with each other makes the experience more enjoyable as you bounce up and down in his hands while grinding on his dick.

“good girl, you know how to take it in, don’t ya.”

“Don’t do that!”

“What do you mean?” He smirks.

“You know I get more horny when you talk like that!”

Bokuto covers your mouth while gazing deeply into your eyes and slamming you further against his dick with one hand. As he fucks you senseless, you bite down on his palm while doing your best to contain your drooling.

It’s only been a few minutes and your a wreck, your head hanging back as you let bokuto take control over your body. You felt weak in the legs.

As you cum together bokuto sits back on the bed. Letting his dick stay inside as your insides squeeze onto him.

“I could go another round.”

“No!” You sit up on his chest looking down at him.

“You know your beautiful right?” He rubs his thumb back and forth against your cheek.

“You take care good of me and the girls, I couldn’t ask for a better wife.”

Bokuto rolls you over, he was now on top. Smothering you with kisses. He then gets up, putting his clothes back on.

“Me and the girls will be at the beach, come down when your ready.”

He kisses your forehead before disappearing into their room.

“Are you girls ready!?”

“Yes!!” They shout in unison as they follow their father out the room.

It took you a few minutes to gather yourself after that session. Even as you walked through the hallway of the hotel you got butterflies just thinking about it.

When you get to the beach, you settle in the sand beneath an umbrella and watch Bokuto teach the girls how to swim. As he played with the girls, he was once more getting you aroused.

He screwed you and still had stamina to play with the girls. You couldn't wait till the girls went to bed.

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years

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Car Sex - Part 2

NSFW / Minors don't interact / female reader

Part 1

Summary: Here we go again.. This is the part for Bokuto, Oikawa and Atsumu. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :) Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!!

Content: fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), public sex, slight implied voyeurism, spanking, penetrative sex

Koutarou Bokuto

“We’ve already waited 10 minutes,” Bokuto calls out, a frown etched onto his face. You watch him as he momentarily holds the phone away from his ear, to roll his eyes at you. You smile at his dramatic expression.

He lets out a long sigh before he hangs up. “Sorry, babe. We’ll have to wait for a few minutes.”

“Really?” You exhale deeply, leaning your head against the headrest. You two are parked in front of Hinata’s apartment, waiting for him to finally come out.

“Yeah.” He looks at you apologetically. “Is it okay to wait for a little while? Or should we just drive ahead?” He places his large palm on your thigh, smoothing over your delicate skin.

“No, no. It’s all good.” You smile at your boyfriend reassuringly. You place your hand on top of his, squeezing it lightly.

His gaze drops, his eyes fixing on your much smaller hand resting on his. He takes your delicate hand into his, kissing it softly.

“You look so beautiful today,” he compliments you, his honey eyes trailing across your features.

You chuckle, slightly shaking your head. “That’s the third time you've said that today, Kou.”

He looks at you almost indignantly. “Well, that is because it’s true,” he exclaims.

You move your hand, cradling his face. He leans into your touch, nudging against your palm. He trails feathery kisses along your wrist, humming against your skin. Your chest warms as you watch him do this. Then he comes closer, pressing his mouth onto yours. The kiss is soft, but assertive.

You cradle your hands into his hair, pulling him closer to you. His tongue prods into your mouth, gliding against yours. His hand that rests on your thigh grabs the flesh harder, eliciting you a small moan. Bokuto swallows the soft sound, pushing even closer to you.

The kiss gets increasingly more heated until Bokuto pulls away, panting slightly. He grins at you, before he dips down. He presses soft kisses onto your neck and you let him; throwing your head back to give him more access. Both of his large hands grab onto your hips, following the dip of your curves until they rest on your thighs again.

“I love this dress,” he mutters against your neck as his hands creep higher on your thighs. He pulls the hem of your short dress higher and you gulp, feeling heat pool at your core.

“What are you doing?” You hiss.

He grins up at you. “Putting this time waiting to good use,” he mutters, a certain determination laying in his voice.

Your breath hitches, when you see the feral look in Bokuto’s eyes.

“Here!? You’re crazy, Koutarou,” you squeak, unconsciously pressing your thighs together.

Bokuto comes back up, his mouth now ghosting over your lips. His breath fans hot over your lips as he chuckles lowly. “I think I’ll get crazy if you don’t let me bury my face between your thighs.”

You gasp lowly at his lewd words. “We can’t do this,” you mutter, intending to sound assertive but your words come out hushed.

He presses soft kisses on your neck, sucking ever so slightly. His large palm cups your pussy through panties. You choke on a moan in response.

Your body moves on your own; you slowly grind yourself against his hand, chasing the friction. Heat pools at your core and you’re sure; Bokuto probably feels your wetness soaking through your panties.

His chest rumbles as his light laugh fills up the car. His words sound dark in contrast, his breath fanning hotly over your ear. “It feels like you wanna do this.”

You gulp. He’s right. The lust clouds your mind, so you surrender the temptation. He fumbles with your panties and you comply; lifting your hips slightly to help him take them off.

The air hits your pussy and you’re surprised at how wet you already are. You feel like you’re about to burst; the excitement of getting caught heightening your lust. His fingers ghost over your vulva, smearing your wetness through your folds.

A low groan rumbles through his chest “You’re so wet already,” he mumbles. His words make your face burn. You look out of the window, letting out a low sigh when you don’t spot any people around. Just a little bit of fun won’t hurt anyone, you decide. Just a few minutes.

Bokuto watches your expression as he thrusts his finger into you. You gasp lowly in response. He adds a second finger when he feels how wet you are. His thumb rubs slow circles over your clit. Your breath intensifies until he elicits you a first whimper when he curls his fingers just right, reaching that sweet spot deep inside of you.

The car is filled up with the squelching sound of your sloppy pussy. You hold onto his shoulder, digging your nails into his flesh when he increases his pace. You observe him, seeing the way his jaw clenches as your pussy flutters around his fingers.

He catches your eyes, smiling at you. “You like that huh?”

“Yeah,” you hum, your low chuckle turning into a moan as he presses a soft kiss to your neck.

His breath fans over your throat, sending a chill down your spine. “Let me make you feel good. Wanna taste you so bad, baby.”

You whimper slightly, when his thumb stimulates your bundle of nerves more harshly.

“I don’t know if - uh if we can do this here,” you mutter. But alone the thought of Bokuto eating you out, here in the car, nearly sends you tipping over the edge.

He plunges his finger out of you, like he wants to punish you. You look at him questionably until you feel his rough palms smoothing over your exposed thighs. He takes ahold of your legs, positioning you so you can spread your legs for him. It’s a little uncomfortable; your head resting against the door awkwardly.

But the way Bokuto’s tongue starts lapping at your folds makes you feel like laying on a cloud. You’re not sure how he does it, angling himself right in the confined space of the car. But he manages somehow, the need for you making him neglect the straining of his neck or legs.

He lets his tongue swirl around your throbbing clit and you hum delightfully in response. Then he perks his head up, his golden eyes boring into yours. You think you’re about to cum, the sinful picture of him between your legs and the possibility of getting caught twisting the knot in your belly unbelievably tighter.

“I’ll be quick, I promise. Just wanna have you cumming on my face one time. Okay, baby?” He asks breathlessly, while his hands grab the meat of your thighs.

You nod, throwing your head back when he buries himself between your thighs again. His tongue is eager now, drawing tight circles around your throbbing clit at a relentless pace.

“You taste so good,” he remarks, as he nearly chokes on a groan. “So good, so sweet,” he hums, his breath fanning over your dripping folds. His praise makes your chest burn hot.

Your hands desperately search for something to hold onto, finding purchase on the seat you’re lying on. You dig your nails into the cushion, your mouth opened in a silent cry as his lips seal around your puffy clit.

It’s almost obscene how wet you are, the lewd squelching sounds of your messy pussy meeting Bokuto’s tongue filling up the narrow space of the car. With every move of his tongue you can feel your orgasm nearing.

Your legs dare to close but he pries them open, his rough palms keeping your thighs spread. He sucks harshly on your clit. You cry out his name, as your legs shake around his head.

Your orgasm washes over you with an unbearable intensity. Your pussy spasms around nothing as Bokuto works you through it with his skilled mouth. He drinks up everything you give him; savoring your taste.

He lazily drags his tongue through your sloppy folds until the hazy layer over your eyes has cleared away. You fix your gaze on your boyfriend still laying between your thighs, his face blissful and messy as he drinks up your arousal. A light smile plays around your lips, your chest rising and falling with your labored breath.

Then you look up. Your heart drops in your chest when you see a faint orange blob through the car window. Fuck.

“Kou.” He only hums against your pussy and you try to suppress your moan. “Koutarou. Hinata is coming,” you hiss. Bokuto looks up at you, his eyes widen in surprise.

“Shit,” he curses, hurriedly finding his way back into his seat. You do the same, tugging down your dress. You look around the seat, trying to find your panties. Bokuto watches you struggle until he finds your damp panties. A lopsided grin lays on his face as he stuffs them into his pocket.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, “I’ll hold onto them.” He winks at you and you don’t have any time left to object.

The back door swings open and Hinata climbs into his seat. “Sorry for being late!” He chirps.

Bokuto quickly wipes your arousal from his chin before he turns his head to face Hinata.

“Hey,” Bokuto greets him, his eyes shortly glinting at you mischievously. His voice is still a little breathless as he mutters “No worries. We put the time to good use.”

Oh, if Hinata only knew what this entailed.

Tooru Oikawa

The music fills up the confined space of the car, as you watch Matsukawa in the front seat bobbing his head to the music, his dark hair blowing in the wind. The bass bleeds loudly through the cheap boxes of Hanamaki’s car, as he drives you all through the night. The lights of the city blur behind the windows and you avert your gaze, letting it wander to your boyfriend sitting next to you.

Your eyes trail over his side profile and you can’t help but wonder how you have been blessed with such a handsome boyfriend. He’s mesmerizing. He has always been. You watch the way the lights illuminate his skin and the slight breeze ruffling through his brown locks before he turns his head.

Oikawa catches your gaze, his right hand that lays on your bare thigh squeezing ever so slightly. He grins at you lazily before he dips his head low.

“You alright, baby?” He asks, his breath fanning over your neck. You smile at him, nodding so you don’t have to scream over the music.

He tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear, his hazel eyes trailing over your face lovingly. Then he presses his lips to yours. You open your mouth, granting his eager tongue entry. It drags across your bottom lip before moving against your own. You taste the alcohol on him; the beer, the gin. It tastes good. You two stay kissing like that until you pull away, catching your breath.

You turn your head, peering at Iwaizumi slouching in his seat next to you. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable so you want to make sure that he is still sleeping. Luckily, he is. His chest rises and falls slowly, his eyes are shut close and his head leans against the window. He had too much to drink - all of you probably.

Oikawa’s hand cups your face to tilt your head towards him again. His lips are on yours in an instant. He kisses you with more vigor now, his tongue prodding into your mouth eagerly. His hand roams over your body, cupping your tits through your thin top before he goes lower. His rough palm smoothes across your bare thighs, squeezing your flesh.

He swallows your gasp, once his hand sneaks under your skirt. His large palm cups your pussy through your panties, possessively and determined. You pull away, frowning at Oikawa.

“What are you doing?” You hiss quietly, and you know he can hear you, even over the loud music.

But he only looks at you dumbly, playing innocent. You shoot him a warning glare. He lets his lips ghost over your lips while his thumb presses down onto your clothed clit playfully.

“I’m doing nothing,” he mutters innocently, his husky voice falling directly onto your ears.

“Your friends are in the same car, you really can’t be serious, Tooru,” you try to reason with him.

“They won’t notice anything. They’re all drunk,” he persuades you with his honeyed-voice, his thumb rubbing slow circles onto your clothed clit.

You feel helpless; the pressure on your clit only making you want Oikawa to finally pull your panties to the side and touch you properly.

His lips hover directly over your eardrum as he purrs, “Come on, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

You gulp, breathing out a shaky moan. Your resolve is crumbling and he knows it. You try to glare at him again but he only grins at your expression.

“Don’t give me that look,” he mutters in a condescending tone, a smile tugging at his lips. You see his face, flushed and glowing, his hair disheveled, his half-lidded eyes set on you. He’s tipsy, just like you.

And the alcohol makes you both bold, reckless even. With another teasing swirl of his thumb against your increasingly wet panties you comply. You shift in your seat, moving closer to Oikawa, spreading your thighs.

You carefully try not to move against sleeping Iwaizumi next to you. A part of you feels ashamed, perverse even. You let your gaze wander through the car once more just to reassure you that the guys won’t notice. You observe Matsuwaka drunkenly singing, Hanamaki concentrating on the street ahead. They won’t have a clue, you reason with yourself. So you nod at your boyfriend and he wastes no time, his hand eagerly tugging your panties to the side.

Oikawa lets his slender fingers glide over your pussy. He collects your wetness before he circles your clit slowly, almost teasingly. He comes closer, pressing his lips onto yours again. He kisses you almost frantically. It’s like every air was sucked out of your lungs when he leans back again, his face inches away from yours.

His hazy eyes are fixed on you as he plunges his finger inside of you. He watches you; your face flushed, eyes big as he curls his finger just right. Oikawa would love to hear you, but the music is just too loud. But you; you’re glad for the loud music. Undeniably so. Because as Oikawa moves, adding a second finger just to plunge both even deeper, you feel your slick coating his fingers, dripping down his wrist. You’re so fucking wet, it’s almost humiliating.

And you’re sure if there would be no music, all men would hear the squelching sound of your soaking pussy. This thought alone has your pussy fluttering around his fingers. You’re embarrassed that the slight chance of Oikawa’s friends noticing your doing only turns you on more. It all feels sloppy and obscene.

You avert your gaze slightly but Oikawa stops you, his free hand cupping your jaw, turning it back to him. He grins down at you as he increases his pace. “You like that, huh?” He muses.

You gulp, letting out a choked sound. His eyes trail over your features, his grin growing even wider. You glare at him and he only chuckles. He increases the pace of his fingers, his thumb rubbing tight circles over your throbbing clit. The knot in your stomach is twisting tighter and tighter with every swirl of his calloused finger.

His gaze wanders and his eyes are glued to his fingers disappearing inside of you, again and again, glistening with your sweet arousal.

Oikawa dips low, his hot breath fanning over your neck. “I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you,” he breathes. You feel a shiver run down your spine at his lewd words.

“You’re so filthy,” he continues, a dark chuckle ripping past his lips. Your pussy clenches around his fingers and you hope the music drowns out your pained whimper. “I didn’t know that my sweet girl loves the thrill of getting caught,” he mutters, almost amused. “You like that, hm?”

You slightly shake your head. But your body betrays you; your pussy spasming around his fingers. He chuckles again, knowingly.

“But I guess you have to be louder for them to hear you,” he drawls. “I bet sleepy Iwa-chan would love to hear you moaning.” The way his tone dips lower with every word has you gasping.

You bite down onto your bottom lip, not wanting your breathless moans to slip past your swollen lips. But then Oikawa increases his pace again and you feel your orgasm nearing. You can’t keep quiet, your heavy pants turning into quiet moans. You frantically let your eyes wander around the car, luckily noticing that no one spares you two any attention.

So you relax, letting Oikawa draw your orgasm from you. He curls his fingers just right, reaching your sweet spot before his thumb almost punishing stimulates your puffy clit. Your thighs twitch and you throw your head back, closing your eyes as you feel the lust pulsing through your veins.

Oikawa’s dark eyes hungrily drink in your facial expression, as he feels your pussy spasming around his slippery fingers.

“Cum for me. Come on. Let go, I’ve got you,” he mutters, his voice delirious with need. So you do; you let go.

You come, hard and fast. You tremble, your back arching slightly as you come undone. Your mouth is opened in a silent scream as your walls clench around Oikawa’s fingers greedily.

And with your hazy mind you don’t notice the slight jerk of Iwaizumi’s body next to yours. You just listen to Oikawa’s sweet praise falling onto your ears and the bass of the music bleeding through the speakers as you gush around his fingers.

Atsumu Miya

“What is it?” Atsumu prods, momentarily letting his gaze trail over your side-profile. The way your name drips from his lips almost makes you turn your head but you stay stern. He sighs when you don’t answer, fixing his gaze back on the road in front of him.

Another minute in silence passes before he addresses you again. “Come on. Talk to me. Please, baby,” he pleads.

You pout, stubborn as you are. You look out of the window, not wanting to answer him. His hand squeezes your thigh softly. You turn your head abruptly, glaring at him. His eyes widen a little once he sees your expression. He clears his throat, letting go of you. You avert your gaze again, watching the landscape passing by.

That is until Atsumu takes an unexpected turn. You whip your head around, looking at him in confusion. He continues staring ahead until the car comes to a halt on some secluded spot next to some forest.

“What are you doing?” You break the silence, your curiousness getting the best of you.

A sly smirk plays around his lips, “Oh, so you actually can talk to me after all.”

You frown at him, pressing your lips into a tight line. You want to wipe that lazy smile off his face. But you stay silent; watching him unbuckle his seatbelt before he turns towards you.

“Now tell me what’s wrong,” he demands, his dark, unwavering eyes fixed on yours.

You sigh, averting his piercing gaze. “So you don’t realize it yourself?” you mutter disappointedly.

He smoothes his hand over his face, his brows furrowed slightly as he thinks. “Don’t tell me this is about that one woman who approached me,” he murmurs, slightly amused.

You look at him like you want to rip his head off. “Oh, so you did realize,” you answer. You feel your blood boiling again. “She was holding onto you like she belongs to you,” you hiss.

“Oh, come on. You’re serious upset about that?” He asks, almost unbelieving. He tries his best not to laugh at how jealous you are. It’s cute, somehow. He watches you frown as you cross your arms defensively.

He extends his arm to let his hand brush against your cheek. His voice is soft now, just like his fleeting touch. “You don’t have to worry, baby. I’m yours,” he murmurs.

You observe his eyes, seeing the honesty reflecting in the dark shade. “I’m all yours, you know that,” he mumbles tenderly.

You let out a low breath, your jealousy nearly melting away with his words.

“Come here,” he pleads, gesturing you to sit on his lap.

You scoff at him, shaking your head slightly.

“Please” he begs, trying his best at giving you puppy eyes.

You roll your eyes at him and oblige, reluctantly.

You straddle him in his seat, laying your hands on his broad shoulders. He grins up at you and you try to suppress the smile that is tugging at the corner of your lips. His hands find your hips, pulling you slightly closer to him.

He looks at you with beseeching eyes. “I love you. Only you.”

You gulp, your resolve crumbling. You try to turn your head but his hand clasps your jaw softly. “You don’t wanna answer me?” He protests.

You roll your eyes again, smiling languidly. “I love you too,” you mutter.

You feel his chest rumbling as his laugh fills up the car. “Now that’s my girl,” he grins proudly.

You grin back at him and you get lost in each other’s eyes for a second.

Then Atsumu moves, pressing his lips onto yours. You part your lips softly when his tongue sweeps along your bottom lip. His tongue prods eagerly into your mouth, moving against yours as his hands grab your hips tightly. He moves you impossibly closer to him as you nestle your hands into his blond hair. You grind yourself against him faintly, swallowing his low groan before you pull away.

You look down at him; taking in his disheveled hair, his kiss bruised lips and dark eyes. And with the way he looks at you, you have admit that maybe - just maybe - you have overreacted.

Atsumu trails kisses along from your ear down your throat, feathery and soft.

“Wanna show ya how much ya mean to me,” he mutters against your neck.

His hot breath fans across your skin, a shiver running down your spine. He’s holding onto your hips tighter now as he guides you along him. You can feel his half-hardened dick pressing through the layers of clothing separating you two. Heat pools at your core and Atsumu drinks up the little moan that drops from your lips.

Then he pulls away. A string of spit connects your lips shortly. He wipes the spit from your bottom lip, his calloused thumb pressing down onto your lip shortly.

Your eyes flutter open and you meet his imploring gaze. His hooded caramel eyes fix onto yours and he curses under his breath. His breath hitches because you look like you’re half-drunk, because of him; his touch, his lips, his words.

Then he averts his gaze. He opens the door hurriedly. You look at him questioning. He urges you to get out and you have no other choice than to comply. Your legs are a little wobbly; making apparent the sudden lust cursing through your body.

“What d-“ he leaves you no chance to finish your question. His lips are on yours again, this time the kiss is even hungrier, sloppier. His hands roam over your body, caressing and kneading every curve they catch.

Then he cups your ass through your jeans. He swallows your gasp as he swiftly lifts you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He only breaks up the kiss when he walks towards the front of the car.

He sits you onto the hood of his car, positioning himself between your spread legs.

“Atsumu you-” you start but he presses his lips onto yours again, swallowing all your words.

You reply the kiss with equal force, as his hands greedily glide over your body. He pushes himself against you, his half-hardened dick pressing against your core. You don’t have to ask him what he wants to do; his dick throbbing against your clothed pussy giving it all away. You pull away breathlessly, your hands fisting the front of his shirt distractedly.

“You’re crazy,” you mumble, a little bit in protest. He looks down at you, his eyes glinting with mischief.

He raises his eyebrows, a sly smile laying on his lips. “What do ya mean?” He asks, feigning innocence.

You gesture to the space surrounding you two; the vacant parking lot and the trees in front of you. “We can’t just have sex here. It’s like the middle of the day.” You try to reason, although heat pools at your core just at the thought.

He grins down at you, cradling your face in his calloused hand. His thumb glides along your bottom lip and you open your mouth instinctively. You look up into his dark, half-lidded eyes and his gaze bores into yours; firmly and challenging.

“We both know that you’re into that, babe,” he mutters, his voice unwavering. You gulp, knowing that he’s stating the truth.

And when you spread your legs just a little bit further it’s undeniable that you’re at his mercy. You always are. So without any further words you get off the hood, to take off your jeans and panties. Then Atsumu’s demanding hands are on you again, grabbing the flesh of your ass.

He helps you to position yourself on the car, his palms smoothing over your thighs up to your hips. His lips are on yours in an instant, he’s demanding; his tongue eagerly prodding into your mouth as he draws every breath out of your lung. He leaves you dizzy, your head spinning as he open his pants.

You gulp when you see the way his large cock strains hard against his boxers. Then he pulls them down as well. His dick is sprung and you can see a bead of pre-cum shimmering at the tip as he slowly palms himself, his gaze wandering over you. Your chest swells with affection when you see the way his hungry eyes rake over your body.

“‘M gonna fuck ya right here so everyone knows yer mine,” he mutters.

Your face heats up at his blunt words. He comes closer, cursing under his breath once his eyes land on your glistening pussy. He traces his index finger over you, collecting your wetness before he slowly draws circles over your throbbing clit.

“Want everyone to see yer mine,” he mumbles before he plunges his finger inside of you. He observes you while doing so; your face scrunching up in delight. And Atsumu can’t wait anymore; his dick throbbing as he feels your warm, plush walls around his finger. And he knows, just how heavenly they feel sucking in his dick.

His one hand lays on your hip, the other around his dick as he aligns himself to your hole. Atsumu pushes inside of you deliberately, slowly stretching you open.

“I swear, no one has ever taken me so well,” he mutters, maybe more to himself than to you.

You lay on the hood, trying to suppress a moan daring to slip past your lips. And then he glides out of you again, nearly pulling out just to thrust deeper inside of you. His thumb draws tight circles over your sensitive clit and his other hand is occupied with holding your one leg up to give him more access.

Atsumu fucks you like this, falling into a slow and steady rhythm that has your pussy fluttering around him in no time. The sensation of it all takes your breath away; his finger stimulating your clit, his thick dick stretching you open and his praises falling on your ears.

“No one makes me feel as good as you,” he mumbles and you moan in response, now letting your sounds fall freely from your mouth. The thought of someone seeing you two in this compromising position completely vanished from your mind.

Then he hooks both of your legs over his shoulders. The change of position has you gasping. “Fuck Atsumu,” you moan, feeling him buried so deep inside of you. He increases his pace, now thrusting faster. A whimper falls from your lips as you watch him; the lust-drunk look in his eyes as his eyes rake over you hungrily. He catches your eyes “I fucking love you and your pussy… so fucking much,” he mutters, almost deliriously.

Your pussy clenches around him in response, a moan dripping past your parted lips. And as you continue to watch him fucking you like this, not daring to let your eyes shut, you believe him. You believe - no you know - he’s yours. You can see him falling apart above you; his hair disheveled and a slight layer of sweat on his forehead. And you can feel him, so deep within you, touching places you could never dream to reach for yourself.

Then Atsumu lowers your legs before he pulls out of you. You look at him questionably, propping yourself up on your hands.

His hands find your waist and he swiftly lifts you up, positioning you in front of him. He presses a quick kiss to your lips before he turns you around. Your legs are a little bit shaky but you comply eagerly, bending over the car, your hands resting atop of it.

His dick ghosts over your clit before he plunges inside of you. Your legs tremble shortly as he stretches you open. He is buried deep inside of you, as he grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks. He thinks he’s about to cum, alone from the sight he has; your pussy gushing so beautifully around his dick.

He spanks you, watching the flesh of your ass jiggle before he moves. He starts fucking you slow, his hands digging into your hips. And he swears; even the birds in the forest fall silent just to listen to you losing yourself on his dick.

Moans and high-pitches whimpers fall from your lips as he starts fucking you faster and harder. His balls slap almost cruelly against your throbbing clit. You feel the knot in your stomach turning tighter and tighter with every of his sharp, rough trusts.

And between your desperate pants you can hear the squelching sound of your dripping pussy and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. With one final snap of Atsumu’s hips against yours you tip over the edge.

Sweet honey curses through your veins as you cum. You nearly scream as your pussy spasms around his dick. His hips continue to snap against you, his dick throbbing as he feels you clench around him almost desperately.

Atsumu grips your hips harder, not allowing you to squirm away. The overstimulation is nearly too much but your whimpers only egg him on.

He keeps thrusting into you, his hand coming down on your ass hard a few times before his hips stutter. A staggered groan falls from his lips, his half-lidded eyes fixed on your pussy as his gaze becomes hazy. He longs for nothing more than to fill you to the brim with his hot cum.

“Gonna give yer all that I have - fuuuck,” he mutters. He moves his hips side to side, just to reach an impossible deeper spot inside of you, eliciting you a loud whimper. He spills his seed inside of you, a deep groan slipping past his lips. His dick pulsates deep inside of you as your pussy milks him dry. He stays buried inside of you for a few seconds before he retreats.

You both sigh in union as he slips out of you. His eyes shortly fix on your messy pussy before he helps you to stand up. You hold onto him, your legs shaky from your orgasm. He cradles your face in his hands to press his lips onto yours tenderly.

“Are ya convinced now?” He asks breathlessly, a sly smirk laying on his kissed bruised lips.

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thatonericeball · 1 year

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Daydreaming 💤

Bokuto x introverted reader 🦉

Daydreaming with my chin in the palm of my hand. This is how you sat in class, unbothered while the history of Japan was being recalled by your teacher. However, you only seemed to be able to focus on the bicoloured haired ace sitting a few chair ahead of you. You’d been admiring him from afar for sometime now by supporting him in small ways and coming to his games with a cap, mask and sunglasses on. He was more popular than ever even though he was only a high school student but you knew there was no way he’d ever find interest in someone who seemed so introverted. “Uhhh,” you heard as your focus found it’s way back to class. The previously mentioned ace had obviously been called on in your absence but you didn’t have a clue of what was going on. He looked around for help but his teammates only snickered at him quietly. He then met eyes with you and you looked up to the board and quickly read the situation, Cherry blossoms” you mouthed to him. He smiled and you releasing butterflies in your stomach before he answered the question with confidence. “Correct,” your teacher responded, “even though you had a bit of help, you’d best be grateful toward L/N-san,” your teacher continued. Bokuto nodded and looked to you, whispering many thank you’s. Considering the situation, you knew it was really just a thank you for the sake of it but you couldn’t help but take it as more. You sighed and sat back down only to find his big, golden owl eyes fixated on you. He must’ve noticed that I’d realised because he quickly snapped around back to face the front to make sure he was actually paying attention.

With that class flew by and soon after you were packing away your notebooks and pens then heading off to your next class, “Umm hey Y/N-san!” It was so weird hearing your name with his voice however, you turned around like any normal person would. You really wish you weren’t any normal person. He ran toward you, his tie hanging loose and an excited expression painted across his face as if he were trying to catch up you. “Umm I wanted to thank you again hehe umm yeah properly for helping me earlier! Akinori-san wasn’t any help and Akaashi obviously wouldn’t be able help since he is a first year and first years wouldn’t be in a third year class. If they were I’d be kind of confused honestly like it’s not something you’d expect to see but then again we can’t expect anything you never know nowdays and I su-,” you stop him before he rambled on anymore. It made you laugh a bit the way he stumbled over his words but ultimately it did kind of did just feel like a sad excuse to cut off any need to talk to you. “Oh yeah it’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you bowed with a forced smile, “or ever think about it,” you thought to yourself, feeling a little embarrassed. Now that you thought about it, you’d never actually had a conversation with Bokuto. You didn’t expect him to sound so unsteady and shy when he talked though, considering most of his talking consisted of a proud “HEY! HEY! HEY!” or two.

You knew it was better to just brush it aside and head to your next class so you bowed and walked away. “Umm Y/N-san! Do you wanna talk to class? Together maybe?” You turned back and looked at him with confusion, “Well what if we have different classes?” His face went bright red, “Oh right, of course umm well did you still wanna walk to class at least until we have to go our seperate ways?” He pointed in a random direction secretly hoping that a) you’d say yes and b) that was the direction of your next class. His is attempt to save the conversation was cute so you accepted, “Sure but my next class is the other way actually,” you respond with a small laugh causing him to get flustered. Nonetheless he ran up to walk beside with confidence, saying he was happy to go with you as you headed to class side by side. Honestly you’d never expected to be with him like this as classmates let alone like you were close friends. He looked down to you beaming as he asked, “So what do you have next?”

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aveegrex · 2 years

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TEACHING VIRGIN!BOKUTO TO EAT PUSSY

I saw a hc where reader gave virgin!bokuto a handjob, and thought about another scenario with the same smitten himbo

pairing: virgin!bokuto x f!reader (no gendered pronouns used, but afab anatomy) genre: smut, a tiny bit of crack in the beginning word count: 1k cw: smut, pure smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving implied), virginity loss, experienced!reader,

Virgin!Bokuto who has watched too much porn because his sex drive is through the roof but with all the volley pracrice he barely has time to date.

Virgin!Bokuto who tried to read erotica novels in the bookstore to figure out the “way to pussy”, but popped a boner a minute in and ran away so quickly he didn’t even notice that he forgot to put the book down.

Virgin!Bokuto who after a date with you had to retreat to his personal video favorites, imagining you in all the scenarios.

Virgin!Bokuto who made the most awkward moves during your makeout sessions, rubbing at your pubic bone and looking at you expectantly.

Virgin!Bokuto who got purple as a beet when you giggled and asked him if he wanted you to show him the right way.

Virgin!Bokuto who nodded shyly and gulped as you pulled your jeans and underwear down.

“It’s okay, Kou, - you smiled, parting your legs before his flushed face, and guided his hand to your pussy. - Touch me. Take your time”.

Bokuto suddenly felt his throat going desert dry and gulped, eyes trained on your glistening folds. He hesitantly brought his hand to your pussy, barely touching the labia. You could feel him shaking, his short breaths going straight to your exposed core.

“Yes, good. Ah… - your hand landed on his hair, caressing the spiky locks. - Can you find my clit?”

At that, Bokuto stilled, raising his eyes to your face. He heard drunk Kuroo joking about how hard clits are to find, and once even googled ‘pussy chart’, but seeing the pussy in real life, up close, not the porn-like to top it all off - he was a bit smitten to say the least.

His thumb moved up and pressed down, a little to the left from where it would be perfect.

“Almost, baby. - and he pouted at that a bit, eliciting a short airy laugh out of you. - It’s here”.

You gently guided his thumb to the left, and rolled your hips teasingly, letting out a subtle moan. The whole situation - this precious boy, big as a damned moose, so shy and hesitant around you, - it made you wetter with every passing second.

Bokuto’s lips parted, and he rubbed on your clit again, just a small circle, feeling your cunt twitch under his touch.

“Yes, Kou-ahh! - your eyes snapped from lidded to wide open as you felt something wetter and softer slide up your folds. - So eager, baby. Go on”

Bokuto just hummed, burying his face deeper between your thighs, lapping chaotically at your entrance, making sure to hit your clit with every swirl of his tongue. Your grip in his hair tightened and you rocked your hips, grinding down his face, moaning louder as his nose bumped against your bud.

Bokuto was the sweetest little mess, his beefy arms embracing your thighs, almost childish eagerness to make you whine and fuck his face making his brain fuzzy. He didn’t even notice when he started grinding his hips on the mattress, not leaving your cunt to breathe. His fingers dug deeper into your thighs, not letting you move even a half inch away from him, lapping at your sweet cunt like a mad man.

“Bo, ahhh-, sweetie! - your grip in his hair tightened and he groaned as you pulled him away, meeting his already fucked out face. - Sweetie, wait. Use your fingers too”.

He tilted his head to the side, and you noted that these few minutes were probably the longest you’ve seen your new boyfriend silent. You cupped his cheek for a second, smearing your juices on his face, and let your hand fall to his, gently taking his index finger and pushing it in your soaked entrance. He didn’t miss how you bit your lip as his second knuckle went in, his eyes open wide and lips parted in attention.

“Now curl it, baby, like you call me closer. - you shifted slightly and gasped when his fingertip brushed against the special spot”

“Like that?” - he followed your order, licking his lips at concentration and barely holding in a groan at how good you tasted.

“Yeah, ahh, u-huh, like that, dear, - a shudder ran through your body, your thighs nearly clamping down on his wrist, and Bokuto grinned, repeating the motion over and over, taking in every expression you made. - Now get your tongue to where it was”

And he obliged, dedicating every part of him to forcing moans and gasps out of you. You fell back on the pillows, hands gripping his hair tight, as you sinked in pleasure this inexperienced, but very eager boy was so obediently providing. Shivers coursed through your frame, and you whined, mumbling encouragements that Bo’s mind barely registered. Too engulfed in this whole scene, too drunk on you he was to note how his own hips dug deeper into the comforter on your bed. Eager and overstimulated boy made it his mission to bring you to climax on his first try, and damn was he on the right track.

With the way his tongue drew new patterns on your clit, you fisted his hair, pulling him snug against your cunt, and chanted “Faster, Bo, just like that, yeah, ohhh-”.

Bo only followed the order, doing exactly as he was told, and in seconds time your whole body tensed, thighs clamping on his head and you nearly screamed his name, your orgasm hitting you like a train.

“Bo, - you whined, too sensitive for him to continue, - Bo, - oh god, shhh, that’s it, too sensitive”. Pulling him away, you crashed your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue and groaned. “Bo, you were so good”

He looked at you with his eyes open wide, a little glassy from what you guessed was arousal, and smiled shyly, too overwhelmed to speak.

“Want me to return the favor?” - you grinned, and he could only nod, hands shooting down to his belt.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, communication is key

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✦✦✦✦KINKTOBER/FLUFFTOBER MASHUP✦✦✦✦

October 5: Threesome. Kinktober. Prompt- Day 3.

Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Miffy’s Mashup List. And Kinktober list.

MINORS DNI!!! 18+

Mentions- Pure Smut. It’s kinda soft. The three checking in with each other. Cause Creating a safe environment is hot. Bokuto is so excited. Foreplay mainly. Akaashi gets sandwiched in the middle. Akaashi gets fucked. Oral (fem receiving). both good bfs. it’s their first threesome since they all started dating.

Word count- 1500+ (I got carried away)

Notes- I almosT didn’t make it but I finished!!!! I wasn’t thrilled about writing about a fem reader cause It makes me feel dysphoric but this was okay. I actually really love writing about softstuff (I knOw it’s smut but oh well) like this, I really love how sweet came out. No beta reader cause I don’t have one. Enjoy!

You were sitting on the bed only in a big T-shirt while you fiddled with your finger nails as you waited. You watched the two men in front of you get undressed. There were some bickering and laughter between them. You chewed on your bottom lip while you waited in anticipation. The three of you had decided to take the next step further in your relationship.

Being a “throuple” was interesting to say the least. It started out very causally. You couldn’t pin point when your relationship between each of you blurred out the lines of friendship to romantic feelings. Due the new dynamic, you three took things slower to make sure all boundaries were met and each of you were comfortable. Sure, you’ve see both of them naked before and vice versa. Sex wasn’t a new situation to tackle either. It was just done separately. This time being all together, felt more intense? You were obviously comfortable with both of them! But you wanted it to be just as special for them as it is for you.

Bokuto smiled at you as he approached you. Despite having a pitched tent in his boxers, he was focused on you feeling comfortable. He sat beside you. He snaked his arms under your shirt and hugged your torso. His hands and arms were warm against your skin. “You ready, baby?” He asked as he kissed your cheek.

Akaashi hummed as he stepped to be on your other side. “You can be honest and we can wait if you need more time.” He reassured you.

You quickly nodded and spoke up. “I’m ready. I feel good. I don’t know why I just feel shy, that’s all.” You glanced at both of them and smiled to convince them that you truly were okay. “And if you guys are good, then we can start.”

They both exchanged glances before nodding to each other. Keiji crawled up onto the bed, behind you. He was leaning against the head board and motioned you to come closer. You took a deep breath and moved to sit between his legs with your back facing his chest. “This isn’t anything new. Just relax, okay? You’re safe with us.” You heard him whisper to you.

Kotaro eagerly sat between your legs. “Yeah! And we feel safe with you.” He leaned over to peck your lips. You hummed in acknowledgment and watched his large hands rub your outer thighs. You gently guided his hand to your inner thigh. The gesture made him whine in excitement. He loved your thighs. Though, he loved what was in between them even more. As he massaged your thighs, he noticed your lack of underwear. He bit his lip briefly before stealing a kiss from Keiji.

Bokuto laid on his stomach and grabbed your thighs to pull you closer to his face.

“Keiji, hold her shirt up, I want you to be able to see her cum on my face.” He smiled brightly. Akaashi chuckled and pulled your shirt up, exposing your bare chest.

Akaashi leaned his head by your shoulder and he slid a hand up to your breast. He rolled his fingers over your nipple slowly. “You look so good like this.” You shivered and blushed at the action.

“Naked and with Ko between my legs?” You joked with a small chuckle. Not much to your surprise, he nodded. “You’ll look even better after we make you cum” he spoke so softly to you, it gave you chills. Bokuto nipped at your inner thighs and trailed his kiss towards your clit.

The light contact made your hips twitch. Bokuto glanced up at you to see if you were still okay before completely diving in like it was his last meal. The feeling of his mouth and tongue working over you made you melt completely into Akaashi’s arms.

You arched your back as you tried to keep your moans quiet. Akaashi reached down with his free hand to grab Bokuto’s hair and guide his head for you. The light tugging of his hair made him groan against your wet cunt. He stared up at the two of you and wiggled his brows to get a reaction.

Akaashi rolled his eyes and pulled his hair to move him in sync with your grinding hips. “Eyes on the prize, Ko.”

Bokuto hummed in agreement. He slid his hands under your ass to lift your hips off the bed. He kissed your clit once more then sliding his tongue inside. Keiji let go of his hair and moved his own hand to your swollen clit. He used two fingers to rub your sensitive bud. With his other hand that was still on your chest. He was pulling on your nipple and rubbing over it.

The two of them working together on your body turned you into a moaning mess. You were practically fucking yourself on Bokuto’s tongue while Akaashi was teasing you with inconsistent paces. You could feel Akaashi’s erection against your back. Bokuto was moaning against you desperately. He was getting impatient for any physical attention. He pathetically humped the bed to get any fiction. You turned your head to side while panting heavily. You were a babbling mess, saying endless praises and pleads to let you cum. Until your breathing hitched quicker, your legs instinctively clenched and closed around Bokuto’s head.

You laid limped against Akaashi after you reached your first climax for the night. You were trying to catch your breath and whined softly at loss of contact. Bokuto stared at the “masterpiece” he created. Your juices mixed with his saliva. In his mind, you were absolutely perfect. Before you knew it, Bokuto sat up and was kissing Akaashi to let him taste you.

The scene made you freeze and close your legs. The scene and sounds of both of clearly enjoying it, made you feel hot again. You averted your eyes while they were passionately kissing each other. You were flattened and embarrassed. Maybe even bashfully to know both of your partners liked the way you taste. You heard one of them ask you if you were alright and you nodded quickly.

Bokuto shimmered out his boxers. The tip of His aching cock was covered in Precum. “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I can let you taste yourself too-“ he smirked causing you to laugh and shook your head. “Nooo. Maybe another time.” You sat up from akaashi’s lap and pursed your lips. “I want you to cum too…”

“So cute.” Keiji mumbled. Akaashi and Bokuto watched you in a mix of admiration and amusement. You became more flustered as you spoke. “Yeeaaah?” Bokuto asked with a smug grin. “You gonna help with that~?” He cooed.

You felt your face get hotter and you mumbled, “I’d like too… And maybe at some point, with good preparation, I could take both of you guys.. at the same time but for tonight we should take it slow.”

Bokuto whined excitedly at your comment and he nodded before “helping” (practically ripping) akaashi out of his briefs. “You’re such a babe, Y/n.”

You smiled at his praise before laying down on the bed. Akaashi huffed at his now torn briefs. It’d be later issue but he should have expected it. He sat between your legs and guided his length between your wet folds. “Let me know if you need a break, y/n.” You mewed at feeling his tip brushing against your clit. Bokuto watched and stroked himself. He prodded the tip in a few times before slowly sliding in every inch.

The two men stared at down your greedy cunt being stuffed. You focused on your breathing while you listened to their sweet praises. You gave them a sign you were okay. Akaashi exhaled sharply to feel your warm walls around him. He grunted before rolling his hips slowly.

Bokuto was noisier compared to you two. He really couldn’t be patient while you two made him want you both. He wanted to be apart of it too! You two looked so fucking good and he knew he could make it better too! He got behind Akaashi and grabbed his hips. Keiji got the message and stayed put for him.

You watched Keiji blushing face become darker as he groaned. He leaned down against your chest while Bokuto added to the train. The sight made you wetter and clench more to see it in front of you. You always thought the idea of them fucking was hot but seeing and being apart of it. Well you couldn’t help yourself. Akaashi let out a shaky moan and hissed at you to be still.

Bokuto sighed out in relief and bucked his hips into Akaashi. Before he could say anything, you cupped his face and drowned out his moans against your lips. You rolled your hips to get some movement. With all the rocking and thrusting, the headboard was hitting the wall repeatedly. After trying to find the best movement to fall in sync with, you guys took alll night long to explore just how hot threesomes were.

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