#haikyuusmuts

[slvt4conniee]

thinking about nerdy boyfriend tsukishima getting a blowie<3

~time skip tsukki~

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

“y/n please,” he whimpers, forcing you down on his cock. your throat closing each time his tip touches the back of it making him hiss.

his fingers entangled in your braids, grip harder than a rock. his cock fully in your mouth, your tounge swirling and slurping on his base. his legs shake and his head goes back in pleasure, his breath hitched in the back of his throat.

he pulled you off of him, you choking and coughing on your own saliva. his heavy shaky breaths make your pussy even wetter, his thighs shaking ever so lightly at the stimulation.

you stroked up slowly and tightly, your freehand on your clit pleasuring yourself. you latch your lips onto the tip of his cock, sucking and tonguing around with his slit

“mm fuck, y/n ‘m gonna cum.”

you felt his cock twitch, you lifted your head up. you took your hand off your clit to help you stroke his cock faster. both of your hands going in circular motions, different directions with spit coming from your lips.

his body shook, his fingers gripping the side of the sheets from the heavy pleasure.

“y/n, y/- fuck!”

just like that, a dribble of cum came out of his tip till the rest spurted on your face and chest. left leg shaking, and his breathing was heavy. you moved up towards him to kiss him, taking your finger to wipe the cum dripping from your face into his mouth to taste himself.

-not proof-read-



#anime #black reader #tsukishima #haikyuu #haikyuusmut #tsukki smut #animesmut #smutanime

[klingykuroo]

Mirrors: Forgotten

Paring: Bokuto x OC

Genre: Angst,

Warnings: Language, sexual themes

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.  

I'm anxious. It's a good anxious though.

It's Monday–which means two nights ago, Koutaro Bokuto and I slept together.

I can still feel his wet kiss against my swollen lips, his calloused hands trailing along my skin as he used his tongue to assault my neck. I can feel his much larger body domineering over me as my thick thighs wrap around his torso, the assertiveness of his silvery voice delivering sweet praises into my ear. The sound of him groaning at the touch of my fingers in his hair is still fresh in my mind. And lastly, I still feel the length of him in between my legs.

He completely ripped my body into pieces. It's foolish to say now, but I thought I'd die in his hold. I felt my insides be penetrated by him and cried as my body forcefully opened for him. He cut straight through and left behind a broken me.

He'd ram into my body and smirk at my high-pitched mewls. And when I was inches away from grasping my peak, he'd stop or slow down. He found pleasure in edging me and he loved watching me dismantle before him. He enjoyed watching himself destroy my entire being but he loved rebuilding me even more.

After the storm, he rebuilt me. He picked up the scattered pieces and reconnected them. With each piece, he handled with care like I was an antique glass. He held every part of me delicately as if he hadn't already destroyed me. But he didn't follow my original blueprint. No, he put the pieces back where he saw fit. He rebuilt me to his liking.

His love altered my brain chemistry and I don't think I can ever go back. Bokuto completely eradicated me and replaced me with a new being. I'm on a high just thinking about him.

So yeah, I'm anxious but it's a good anxious.

"Wipe that cheesy smile off your face." Monica looks over at me from the driver's seat. Even though her voice is strict, her smile is bigger than mine.

Mama and Monica drilled into me the next day. Bokuto left lovebites all along my neck and thighs; they saw them immediately after I came in. I didn't even make it through the foyer before they bombarded me with questions. Monica has been with me since I was formed so of course I had no problem sharing with her and Mama doesn't mind us having sex, as long as we're safe.

I just didn't tell them who I slept with. I want it to be a secret for a little while longer. Whatever Bokuto and I have going on feels personal, I don't want anyone to know yet. I only told them he was a fine guy from the party.

"I don't know, I think I'll keep it on," I reply, widening my grin.

Her eyes roll but her smile stays. "Why won't you tell who you slept with?" Her light eyes gleam with curiosity.

"Because it's a secret." I purse my lips and hover my index finger over my mouth.

She pouts, largening her puppy dog eyes. "But I'm dyinggggg to know." She grazes her fingers along my neck. The hickies are still faintly there. "I need to know who marked up like this."

I shrug showing indifference. "You're just going to have to wait a little bit longer."

~~~

My leg won't stop bouncing nor will my heart slow down. My eyes are glued onto the clock above the door. In less than 30 seconds, the bell will ring signaling 2nd period is over. My next class is precalculus, and I have that class with Bokuto.

The final words from my Economics blur and replace with the smokey voice of Bokuto. The precious praises he sang to me that night run rampant in my brain. The scent of cedar and alcohol infiltrates my nostrils as I remember him being pressed against me. The seductive glint from his medallion eyes is all I see.

I wonder if he'll speak to me. I hope he does but I'll be content if he doesn't. It'll be funner if we secretly share glances from across the room. Our eyes would be locked onto each other as we exchange a conversation no one else can decipher. Maybe he'll send me a wink before turning away and smirking–that'll send my heart into overdrive. I clench my thighs hoping he'll raise his eyebrow at me, it's so attractive when he does.

The bell finally rings and I'm the first out the door. My things were already packed and I was at the edge of my seat waiting in anticipation. I never thought I'd skip to my precalculus class; especially since Mrs. Braize is unbearable, yet here I am practically skipping through students. I bite my lip to hold my grin as I do but it's useless. I fill my cheeks with a smile and earn confused stares in reward.

I'm the second person to enter the small classroom. The first one to get here is always Claire Baskely. She has an unusual love for math, calculus specifically. She is a thin girl with short chestnut hair draping around her porcelain skin. Some days she wears her thick black glasses, today she isn't. Her sage eyes beam at me as a smile spreads across her face. Normally, I'd half smile her way but today I return her gesture.

"Good morning, Mrs. Garcia." Mrs. Braize's straight voice greets me. I look at her slender figure and see her sky irises glaring at me. I never give her a smile. She's so far up her own behind that she doesn't deserve it. She pleasures herself by picking on every student in the building. She scolds kids if they stutter over an answer and kicks kids out if she catches them drifting off to sleep. Bokuto has been reprimanded by her plenty of times and I despise her because of it.

Usually, I'd give her a slight nod but I'm in such a good mood that she gets a beaming smile. Her eyes widen at my expression and I turn to walk to my seat.

"Your sister did exceptionally well this morning." Mrs. Braize informs me when I turn my back to her. Monica has the class before me. She's always complaining about getting sent to the office for sleeping.

"Did she?" I act surprised to humor her. "Mama will be happy to hear that."

"I bet she will." The prim teacher says when I take my seat. "I hope you've been encouraging her. You excel in this class and I know she can too."

That's true. Monica is smarter than she claims. She just plays dumb because she surrounded herself with a bunch of idiots. "Yes, she can."

Our short exchange ends when more kids began to pile into her class. My heart reaches my toes as anticipation replaces the blood in my body. The fact that he can enter at any movement makes my palms sweat. I wonder what he's wearing. I'm wearing a black shirt that barely shoes off my midriff with black jogger pants to match. I would throw a hoodie over this but I'll never love my body if I cover it all the time.

Baby steps, I'm taking baby steps.

Three minutes pass but they feel like hours. I knew I'd be waiting until the last moment, Bokuto always steps in as the bell ring. I don't think he's been on time since school started last month. Mrs. Braize scolded him at first but she knows the battles she can and can't win.

My body jolts when the sharp and clear bell fills the classroom. I shift my eyes to the door the second I hear it over the bell. The jovial sound vibrates in my chest drowning out everything around me. It's deep and rich like the soil in the Caribbean, fluid like the waves that crash against the Puerto Rican shore. My breath escapes my throat when I see him step in.

He's dressed in his favorite purple varsity jacket with some washed-out jeans. A gold chain hangs from his neck and a small diamond earring resides in his left ear. His flawless face is consumed with laughter and his eyes are sealed shut. His hair is styled...up. I don't know why that surprises me. He's always worn his mismatched hair up.

He walks in with his friend Mark. Mark is a brunette with an ego as big as the sky. He's on the football team and he's always bragging about he's the best. I can't lie he's playing skills are impeccable but he flaunts it like he'll die if he doesn't. I don't know how Bokuto tolerates him, maybe he's faking it.

"Mark, you're so stupid." Bokuto laughs as he lightly shoves his friend. "We should definitely go see her this weekend."

Mark's face turns red with amusement as he agrees. "She'll love that too. She won't be able to keep her hands off of you."

I have no idea who they're talking about. All I know is that anger flashes through my veins at the thought of another girl laying a finger on Bokuto. Bokuto and I obviously aren't dating but something definitely sparked between us the night we slept together. The chance of something beautiful blossoming between is high and I don't want anything to jeopardize that. Or anyone.

Mrs. Braize's keen eyes scowl at them. "Boys, to your seats!" She barks before turning back to the board. The boys stifle their laughs and walk to their assigned seats. They sat together when the year started but Mrs. Braize was quick to separate them when they kept being disruptive.

My seat is in the middle near the window. Mark's in the front and Bokuto's is two rows to my left in the back. I want him to notice me so I straighten my back and heighten my shoulders. I hold my head up as I keep my eyes steady on him as he strides to his desk. My heart palpitates when his eyes flicker to me but instead of grinning like I planned to do, I frown.

His eyes are the same angular shape, the same deep gold color they've always been but they're different. Completely different than the eyes I gazed into Friday night. His eyes are a mixture of amusement, pride, and vacuousness. It's a distinct contrast from the intense, angry, and dark eyes I saw before. It doesn't even feel like the same person. It's as if the Bokuto on Friday has disappeared. And so have the feelings I had for him.

But that can't be right. I've known this Bokuto since middle school. I've always had strong feelings for him, they can't just disappear because I saw him in a different light for one night. But, when I look at the boy that has hair pointed to the ceiling, I don't feel the same as I did for the boy whose hair stuck to his forehead Friday night. I look at him and feel nothing.

As I'm battling confusion in my brain, Bokuto's eyes briefly study me. They widen slightly and confusion flashes through them. His eyebrows do raise but not in the attractive way I was hoping for. He genuinely looks lost when he looks at me. But that confusion disappears the second it appears. He shrugs carelessly as if I never existed to him.

~~~

"Vero."

Monica snaps for my attention for the third time in five minutes. I guide my eyes to her and tilt my head. "Yes?"

Her lips deepen into a frown. "What's wrong?" She reaches across the table and holds my hand. "You've barely eaten your lunch and it's your favorite."

Mama randomly decided to cook Puerto Rico's national dish over the weekend, Arroz con Gandules. I've loved it ever since I was little. I'd clean the plate whenever it was made but today I can barely swallow it. My mouth tastes like copper and I don't want to risk eating and throwing up.

"I'm not hungry." I reply flatly. That's the honest truth. After this morning, I've lost my appetite completely.

Monica narrows her eyes at me. "Yeah, right. You could eat a cow and still go for seconds." I smile but it drops when my eyes catch Bokuto with his friends in my peripheral. Anger shoots through my blood when I do. He's laughing and carrying on like nothing has changed between us. He's ignoring me like those praises he whispered to me are meaningless. Like I'm meaningless.

"I'm fine, Moni." I huff out trying to suppress my anger. Not buying my terrible act, she furrows her eyebrows. Before she can speak, a voice interrupts her.

"Veronica?"

Monica and I turn our heads synchronously to see Maya and Gabby approaching our table.

Gabby's round eyes widen with surprise before she smiles softly. "Wow, you two really are in sync." She giggles.

Gabby is really beautiful when she isn't intoxicated. Her authentic delicate features are such a contrast to the distasteful acts she commits with her boyfriend. She has a soft doll aura and her outfit displays that. Her voluminous afro crowns her head accenting her pastel purple blouse and light blue bell-bottom jeans. You'd never guess she runs the streets when night falls.

Maya looks the opposite of Gabby but they both share an intimidating aroma. The light bounces off Maya's gloss lips and her black glasses rest perfectly on her round face. Her clothes hug her thick hourglass body and her high heels elevate her stance. She too is beautiful when she's not intoxicated.

"Hey, you two." Monica greets the newcomers. I don't know how she isn't tensing by their gazes. Maybe that's because their gaze isn't on her but on me.

Maya reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a small beige keychain with a soft teddy bear and a rose to match. She holds it to me waiting for me to accept it. Narrowing my eyes at the chain I look at her with my eyebrows raised.

She sighs before looking at her counterpart. "You know I'm not good at this."

Gabby understands, looks at me, and dips her head. "We're sorry about Friday. Us being intoxicated isn't an excuse for laughing at you like that."

Maya nods and bows her head also. "Yeah. It was stupid of us. Stupid of Sugawara too. He's sorry too but he's too much of a pussy to come and apologize."

Gabby hums. "He bought the keychain though. I know money and gifts can't buy forgiveness but we hope this is a start."

I'm stunned. I thought they were too intoxicated to remember anything. I soften my gaze at them. I've always found them intimidating and looked down on their poor life choices but they didn't have to apologize to me. They could have just forgotten about it, instead, they're expressing their deepest apologies with a cute gift.

I glance at Monica whose eyes are squinting and eyebrows pinched together. I never told her about my exchange with her group of friends, I didn't want her to pity me.

I flash a small smile at the girls while I accept their gift. "Thank you. I really appreciate it. Tell Sugawara that I forgive him and I'm not mad."

Relief replaces their anxious eyes. Gabby's round brown cheeks fill with a smile making her dimples pop out. "Yay!" She cheers, leans in, and wraps her arms around me. She pulls me into a tight and her jasmine scent tickles my nose.

"I hope we can be friends." She wishes when she pulls away. "Especially if you start going out with Bokuto."

"¿Qué?" Monica's eyes largen and her mouth hangs open as she comes to a realization. Looks like the cat is out of the bag.

"You slept with Bokuto!?" She whisper-screeches. I know she wants to holler out the news but is conscious that Bokuto is in the vicinity.

"Did you actually sleep with him?" Maya pulls out a chair next to me and plops down. "I saw you two leave but I didn't know where you guys were going."

Gabby takes a seat next to Monica. "Yeah, Tetsu refreshed my memory in the morning. Bokuto was really going to lay into Suga." She chuckles. "Bout time, Suga has been more aggressive recently." She gives Maya a knowing look.

Maya shrugs and defends her boyfriend. "His house is in turmoil, I'd be lashing out too."

"Wait, wait." Monica scrunches her face and waves her hand in the air. "Can someone please tell me what happened? Specifically you." She points her acrylic nail at me. I let out a defeated sigh. I want to hold onto the truth just a little longer but when I glance at Bokuto, I wonder why I'm holding onto the truth so tightly.

I don't want to accept the idea of Bokuto just using me, I don't want to be a fling that he forgets about the next morning. I want to be more than just a body he pressed himself into. I want to be the prize he claims proudly, I want to be the sea he chooses to drown in–I want to be his one and only. But his reaction to me this morning tells me that isn't going to happen.

All I am to him now is the girl that he's forgotten.

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#bokutosmut #bokuto #koutatobokuto #haikyuu #tetsurokuroo #koushisugawara #haikyuusmut #blackgirl #ambw #smut #anime #angst #bokutoangst #koutarobokutoangst #bokutoxoc #oc #bokutoxblackgirl

[suna-reversed]

May I get Ushijima rearranging your guts because he came home to finding you in his hoodie that is just so oversized on you and that triggered his size kink 🥰

Thank you queen I'm your biggest fan 🤤

Thanks for this ask I totally did not use it to project my own size kink onto ushiwaka NSFW!! minors dni 

characters are aged up ‼️

tags/warnings- language, daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, slight mentions of choking, slight aftercare

- Ushijima had not failed to take notice of how elfin you looked in comparison to him. He didn’t think of it as something out of the ordinary as he found himself staring a little too long at how tiny your hands looked clasped in his, or how your arms barely reached around his shoulders even as you stood on your tip-toes.

- He had felt his heart swell every time you’d ask him to lean down to give you a kiss with a slight pout on your lips.

- But nothing could have prepared him for when he returned home from practice one day, only to find you curled up on the couch clad in nothing but his purple hoodie. The air left his lungs and he inwardly groaned as you stretched your arms behind your head, your fingertips peeking out from the baggy sleeve-ends.

- Noticing his presence, you gave him a smile as you outstretched your arms towards him from where you remained seated on the couch.

- A small smile graced his lips as he strode towards the middle of the living room. you expected him to embrace you and kiss your forehead as usual, but a startled noise left you as he crashed his lips onto yours instead.

- “mhmm looks like someone missed me” you said, smiling as you pulled away a little.

- Ushijima replied with a curt “I did” before taking over your lips again, firmly running his tongue over your bottom lip as a plea of wanting your tongue against his.

- he gently pushed you back down on the couch, his mouth not leaving yours for even a second, only pulling away when you clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin.

- getting off the couch, he stripped himself off of his shirt and pants in one go, hovering above you for a moment to simply gaze at your delicate form in his humungous piece of clothing.

- but the longing stare of your lover made you almost insecure as your eyes darted away from his and you tried to wrap your arms around yourself,

- “is everything okay Toshi? Why’d you stop?”

- Ushijima read you like an open book, immediately pulling your arms back aside and pinning them above your head.  

- “was just admiring how precious my good little girl looks in my clothes” he mumbled in his deep voice, which still carried an undertone of gentleness that made your body relax immediately.

- his words on the other hand made your blush spread right down your core as you clenched your legs together.

- the action did not go unnoticed by wakatoshi as he spread your legs apart with his knee. Sliding his calloused fingers down in between your legs , he moaned as his knuckle came in direct contact with your dripping heat,

- “all bare hmm? is this what you wanted little one? for daddy to come home and fuck your tiny little hole until you don’t remember anything but his name?”

- you bucked your hips in response as you felt his thumb trace around your sensitive nub before a finger entered you, forcing a moan out your lips.

- “use your words, tell me what you want baby.”

- “need you inside me so bad toshi. want you to stretch my hole and fill it to the brim with your cum plea-’

- you didn’t get to finish as all the restraint inside the usually composed wakatoshi fell apart as he once again pressed his lips against yours, one of his hands coming around your throat to squeeze firmly, and the other hurriedly pulling his hard member out of his briefs.

- you went to grab the edge of your hoodie to take it off but wakatoshi had other plans as he stilled your movements with one hand,

- “keep it on” he groaned out, his voice deep and dripping with lust

- you rolled your hips against his, desperate for any kind of friction as you felt his erection press against your inner thigh,

- “please don’t tease toshi...just need you to stuff me full of your cock right now.”

- a loud groan rumbled deep from his chest as your words sent him feral, picking you up, he entered your dripping wet hole with just his tip, you arms going around his neck for balance.

- he looked down, eyes fixated on your cunt not even halfway down his cock but already so stretched out as your juices dripped down his shaft

- your body burned hot and cold as he finally bottomed out, rubbing that one spot against your inside that made your walls clamp down harder around his throbbing member

- “taking me so well babygirl- fuck I’d have you warm my cock forever if I could” he grunted out as his thrusts got sloppier

- slipping a hand down to your clit, he messily rubbed circles onto it in line with him bouncing you on his cock. it didn’t take you much long after that to crumble around him, your head falling into his broad chest, arms clutching onto his muscular shoulders, and legs shaking as you found your release.

- he helped you ride out your orgasm, spilling into you with a loud moan himself as he pressed your fragile body close to his own.

- your heavy breaths filled the air and your face flustered as you felt toshi slip two fingers down to collect the remnants of his seed that had spilled out, pushing them back into your cunt

- “Maybe I should steal your clothes more often now” you said as you laughed out breathily.

- “they look better on you anyways” Ushijima replied while brushing your hair out of your face, the tender look on his face the complete opposite of the lust driven beast that he had been a moment ago.

- you yelped as he picked you up off the couch easily, carrying you into the bathroom to run you a warm bath and massage all the sore spots he knew he would have caused.

- yeah, you’re definitely wearing his clothes more often from now on.

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[redgalaxyarts]

Friends- Sugawara x Reader

Synopsis: (MxF) Volleyball tryouts for your college are near and you had been a setter in your previous school but are a little rusty at it still, so you ask the best setter you know for pointers, your brother's best friend, Koshi Sugawara

Warnings: Heavy smut, degradation, oral (m/f), praise, slight age gap, choking, language, creampie, bruising, spanking, hair tugging, spit, fluff.

(Will be long, bear with me.)

A/N: I'm so sorry with how long this took me to write, I lost motivation halfway through then got it back. Also, the ending isn't exactly how I wanted to finish it but it's 2:20 AM right now and I'm beyond too tired to rewrite it. Also if you see any typos let me know so I can fix them, this is not previewed so I'm sorry for any mistakes.

It has been ages since you've stepped into a gym, the last time being when you had your Volleyball awards for the last time of your third year. You take a big whiff of the air around you and breathe out slowly and deeply, relishing in the smell of fresh, new, leather volleyballs coming into the start of the new season.

Even though you've never been in your school's gym yet, your feet somehow know their way to the back near the locker rooms and stop right in front of the tryout list. You grab the black pen hanging from a white rope thumb-tacked onto the corkboard and sign your name on the list with your preferred position next to it; setter.

You've heard rumors that your school's previous setter had to drop out of school, and they didn't have a replacement, which left the position wide open for you to steal. You used to be the setter on the Karasuno's female team, and you were quite good, but it's been two years out of practice and you knew you'd need to shape up again before tryouts.

Once you leave the gym, you drop off your aide ID in the front office where you have your last period, community services, which is basically a freebie class as it's just volunteer work, but regardless it was one of your favorites, and you head back to the parking lot to find your car and drive back to your apartment.

You pull into your parking spot a little after 4pm and head into your place. Most people would describe it as quaint, but that was fine with you because it was yours, and it was affordable. The moment you set your things down on your nightstand, you pull out your phone and dial your brother's number.

"Hey y/n."

"Hey Asahi how's it going?"

"Not too bad, I'm just working on some new designs for the season."

"Oh cool, send me a pic of them I wanna see."

"Ha, when I'm done with the first outfit I will."

"Good, anyways I have a favor to ask."

"Anything, what is it?"

"Well, I had signed up for volleyball tryouts today an-

"Oh wow, that's great! I was wondering if you'd pursue it again."

"Yeah, thanks! Anyways I wrote my name down for the setter position and I was wondering if you'd be able to help me with that."

"2 things, you're already a fantastic setter, and I was the Ace. Don't know the first thing about setting."

"No, I know, I was going to ask if you'd give me Suga's number. He told me if I needed to practice to call him and he'd always be down to help."

"Oh! Yeah, I can send you his number."

"Great, thanks Asahi!"

"No worries, love ya, and remember to save me a seat for your first game."

"Love ya too and thanks."

You hang up the phone and get the notification Asahi sent you and click on it to add the number to your contacts. Once you save it, you dial the number and hope someone picks up.

"Hello this is Mr.Sugawara, may I ask who's calling?"

The gentle, yet velvety voice from the man sends a once familiar tingle to between your legs and you stifle it as you remember why you called him in the first place.

"Mr.Sugawara huh? That's what you like being called now."

"Excuse me?"

"I remember how fond of it you were when I used to call you Muffin."

"Hah, oh it's you, hi y/n."

"Hi Muffin, how are you?"

"Good, and how about you butterfly?"

"I'm fantastic now that I'm talking to you. Uh but speaking of Butterflies, I actually have a favor."

"Hm?"

"Would you be down for helping me practice being a setter?'

"Aren't you one already?"

"Was, now I'm back and I'm about 2 years out of practice so I need help."

"Well in that case I'll help. Where are we meeting?"

"Not sure yet, I don't have access to the gym after school hours."

"No worries, I'll send you the address to my place, I have a community gym."

"Great, would Saturday afternoon be okay?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"Sure, I have to finish grading paperwork but I'll talk to you soon."

You both say your goodbyes and hang up. A smile beams on your face from his acceptance and you head off to your kitchen to eat your dinner and head to bed to start the day tomorrow.

You wake up at 8am sharp and do your daily routine of skincare, teeth, hair, and makeup. After doing it all you make your bed and finish packing up a go-bag for the gym later and throw in your pair of volleyball shoes, before you place them in the bag you glaze over the black velvet and smile brightly at the thought of you getting to wear them again. You also throw in your knee pads and head out to your normal breakfast place, the cafe near your house.

A few hours pass and you and Suga are ready to meet. You input the address into maps and head off. When you arrive, the first thing you notice is the large keypad in front of the very large and intricate black iron gate protecting the housing community. You input the numbers he had given you and driven around the bend and pull into a parking lot to which you assume is the gym. You exit the car and grab your bag and things and head into the front doors where you're greeted by somebody.

"Hello, welcome to Errice Park Gym, may I see your community ID?"

"Sorry?" You ask the woman with a tilt of your head.

"Apologies, but only members with community IDs may access the gym?"

"Okay, how may I get one?" You ask the lady while leaning your elbows on the desk. You have to hold back a scoff from how uptight all this seems and from the way she is eyeing you.

"Do you live here miss?"

"No, I don't"

"Unfortunately our services are only avail-"

She gets cut off by the large and wonderfully manicured hand that had been placed on the countertop in the commotion.

"She is my guest, ID 352."

"Of course Mr.Sugawara my apologies." She turns to look at you, the look on your face is a mix of flustered and amazed at the same time. "Enjoy your visit." She bows her head to you and Suga nods his head towards the hallway he came from and beckons you to follow.

"Wow, Koshi I didn't think you'd made this much money being a teacher to live in a place like this."

"Perks of being a private school teacher." He says with a rub of his neck.

You take in the features you haven't seen in a few years now. He still has his iconic gray hair and mole with the piercing brown eyes that have always made you swoon, but his physique and prowess have gotten more large and defined than you remember, and it isn't a bad thing. You trail your eyes down from walking behind him and notice his ass has gotten bigger too, doesn't help that he's already in a pair of gym shorts that hug his form perfectly...and the thighs, you have to practically wipe the drool from your lip.

You've never been good at hiding your thoughts about Koshi, he knows it and just about everyone else too, but neither of you have acted on it, for reasons mostly due to him. So, you reluctantly push all your flirtatious comments aside and try to focus on why you are here.

After catching up and making small talk while walking through various hallways, Koshi leads you to a far back door which leads to an even bigger area with no one else inside of it, and itself is a community volleyball court.

"Holy shit this place has everything."

"Mm, just about."

He closes the door behind you guys and walks you over to a few bleachers set up on the side and you set your things down.

"It's good to see you again Butterfly, you look great."

"Thanks, Muffin you do too."

You both smile at each other before he chuckles and pulls you into a hug, which lasts longer than expected. You pull away and tuck hair away from your face.

"I was surprised you called, I didn't realize you kept my number."

"I got it from my brother."

"Oh, how's Asahi doing?"

"Really good actually, his clothing line is really taking off." You talk with high praise of your brother.

"Amazing, I'm proud of him. We haven't talked as much as I'd like but I've missed him."

"Me too."

"I've missed you too."

"Oh.."

Your breath feels shallow as you suck in some air from the look he gives you as you notice him trailing your body. He smiles as he does, with his normal boyish charm but you can't help but feel some other sense behind it.

Not wanting to drag on, you and Koshi decide to get on with it and start. He shows you the locker room to change and after you come back out, you both do stretches and begin.

Unfortunately for you, you are way more out of practice than you realize. Koshi starts off slow for you, throwing you serves you should be able to easily set but everything is off; your form, your fingertip placement, your focus, it's just not there. You lost count of how many balls have bounced out of bounds or how many net shots you've set, it's honestly embarrassing.

After this last set, you groan and squat down to the floor and throw your head back in frustration. Suga shakes his head and chuckles and sits next to you.

"Well, to be blunt, you kinda suck." Suga says poking fun at you.

"Yeah, I know." You groan again and throw yourself backward and land with a small thunk of your head hitting the polished wood of the court. You rub the back of your head with your fingertips and hear a snort come from Suga.

You feel soft fingertips rub your bare thigh above the knee as Suga's voice tries to comfort you.

"Hey now, you're just out of practice it's okay."

"I know but I shouldn't be that bad."

"It happens, and that's why I'm here."

He squeezes your leg delicately and you turn your head to look at him as he looks at you. You both smile at each other and he squeezes your thigh again.

"You're cute."

You get immediately flustered and look up and away from him.

You hear him giggle before he pats your leg and reaches a hand out to help you up. You take it and pop up before he holds onto your lower back to stabilize you while you stand.

"Let's do some more exercises okay? Then well call it a day and come back tomorrow."

"Okay."

You follow Suga into the middle of the court and stand in front of him as he instructs you which exercises to do to better your form, he also goes into explaining how they'll help. So far you've done lunges, jumping jacks, toe touches, and now you're onto squats.

"You can do better than that Butterfly."

He says pointing to your high squat and mocks at it.

"My thighs hurt." You whine.

"The burn means it's working." He smiles at you and you stick your tongue out in return. "Come on, seriously I know you can go lower. "

"No, I can't" You tease.

"Yes you can," he teases back. "Be good and get your ass low." His voice changes from playful to husky in a heartbeat. It gives you whiplash and you can't help but feel a tingle in your core. You gulp but as much as you try you can't seem to get lower.

"Let's go Y/n." He says stepping closer to you in that same husky tone.

"I'm trying."

"Not hard enough."

You roll your eyes and it doesn't go unnoticed. You feel two strong grips on your thighs right before the hem of your spandex and you lock eyes with his. The normal gaze of flirtation and comfort is replaced by seriousness and hunger? His eyes stay locked with your as you feel his hands push down on your thighs adding weight and you feel your calves and hamstrings almost give out. You grit your teeth and clench your hips where your hands rest but you never break eye contact. When you get to an acceptable squat for Suga, he looks down where his hands are and slowly pulls away.

"Good girl, I knew you could do it." He practically whispers the first part but you catch it as you shakily stand up from your squat.

You can tell that your core is instantly flooded from those words and the way his gaze held yours. You try to subtly adjust yourself by squeezing your thighs together but unbeknownst to you, Suga catches it.

Neither of you acknowledge what was said and start gathering your belongings and cleaning up your mess. After the both of you finish, you begin chatting like nothing had happened.

You two say your goodbyes and give hugs before parting ways as you agree to meet again here tomorrow at the same time. You hide your eagerness to go home and shower and relax and practically speed back.

The next morning comes and you had a rather specific wet dream about your tutor. You couldn't stop dreaming about his hands on your thighs and his words of praise next to your ear, the way his fingertips felt on your thighs. It was unbearable not being able to feel it in person last night.

This morning went by rather quickly as you do your normal routine and change into an acceptable outfit and you made it to the gym rather quick. Suga was waiting for you in the front lounge this time to avoid the concierge, and you both made it back to the same empty court you were in yesterday.

"Hey butterfly, how'd you sleep?"

He asks smiling at you at his smile reaches his eyes as he hugs you and helps grab your bag. His adorable mole catches your eyes in the process.

You think back to the wet dreams you had and throw your hair into a bun to get ut out of your face and you blush as a particular scene you remember comes to mind.

"Oh, uh, I slept well."

"That's good. Did you have any good dreams? I had a few that were really nice."

He says giving you a sly wink and a smirk.

"Actually no, rather uneventful." You lie, trying to avoid looking him in the eyes.

He chuckles as he sets your bag on the bench and takes off his black gym jacket and sets it next to your bag. You gulp as you see him stretch his arms over his head and watch as his shoulders pop and muscles ripple from the stretch and you have to lick your lips at the sudden dehydration you're feeling.

"Wow, you've gotten hotter since the last time I saw you."

"You saw me yesterday."

"Yes, but you weren't showing your amazing arms yesterday. Instantly hotter." You say with a wave of your hand over his body and he just shakes his head and smiles.

"Uh-huh, come on let's stretch first."

You both begin doing the same stretches as yesterday and a few new ones you decided to throw in that you remembered from high school. The final one you do is a toe touch but you just can't seem to stretch all the way down from the cramp in your lower back and Suga takes notice. He gets up from his butterfly squat and walks up behind you and very gingerly grabs your hips, his fingertips barely ghosting under the waistband of your spandex shorts. You inhale a sharp breath when you feel his pelvis against your ass and can't help but bite your lip as you realize what he's doing. He places a hand on the small of your back and pushes you down.

"Suga, what are you doing?" You say flirtily.

"Just trying to help you stretch, you seemed stiff is all."

He says while pulling away. Before he does, you grab his wrist and place it back on your hip.

"No don't, it's helping."

You say turning your neck and smirking at him as he grinds his pelvis into you more and pushes you further down till you reach your toes and hear a pop come from your back and he pulls away with a little disappointment to you. You groan and stand back up and notice Suga has moved a few steps away from you now. A short look of confusion crosses your face but you decide to ignore it for now and grab a ball to begin practicing.

The practice goes by quick with no other distractions and surprisingly no mess-ups from you. You've always been a quick learner so there's been a definite improvement since yesterday. When the session ends, you walk over to the bench to grab your bag to change but Suga's voice catches you before you walk away.

"Hey butterfly, do you have plans later?"

He asks before sipping from his bottle. Your eyes catch a single drop of water slide out from the corner of his mouth and roll down his face to his neck, down to his collarbones, and into his shirt. You've never been more jealous of water in your life.

"Not really, I was just gonna go home and clean."

"Would you like to go out for dinner with me?"

He says topping off the bottle and wiping his forehead with a rag to get rid of the sweat.

"Sure, any particular reason why?" You ask while taking off your shoes to change into sandals to let your feet air out.

"No particular reason, just as friends. Two grown friends catching up."

You chuckle at his tone and nod your head in agreement.

"Oh, of course, my mistake. Just let me know where we are going and I'll be there around 7, that okay?"

"Yeah, I'll text it to you."

You finish getting ready to leave and head out into the parking lot together but before you get into your car, Suga slides his hand underneath your arm and stops you.

"It's entirely up to you, but you should wear something you can move around in, like a skirt or dress or something. They have a dance floor there and I just want you to be prepared you know?"

"Thanks for the heads up Muffin."

"Of course, wouldn't want you to be unprepared in case we decide to dance together or anything." His voice drops an octave as he squeezes your arm tighter before smiling and letting you go.

You make it home quickly and shower and lounge around in your towel for a while as you have a couple hours to spare. You decide to clean your house, make some lunch and pay some bills until you're supposed to get ready to leave and you get dressed and entirely ready and head to the location Suga sent you. You put it into your maps and chuckle when you realize he just sent you his address as the location is only a few buildings away from the gym.

You arrive at his place exactly at 7 and knock on the door and wait for him to answer. You can hear various noises coming from inside and then hear some loud banging noise followed by a few expletives and giggle to yourself before the door opens and Suga stands there with a smile.

He's wearing slim-fitting slacks with a loose t-shirt that shows his arms and his hair is neatly brushed like normal and you can't catch exactly where it's coming from but a slight aroma of vanilla catches your interest.

"Hi, muffin."

"Hi, butterfly."

He sidesteps and lets you into his place before you slide off your shoes and place them on the shoe holder next to his door and set your purse and things on the side table. You turn around and see him lock the door before he turns to you and you catch him eyeing you up and down and takes you into a hug. His hands wander a little low but you don't mind it.

"So, the place has a dancefloor huh?"

"Yeah, in the bedroom, hopefully, we'll see it later."

You chuckle at his forwardness and shake your head as he leads you to his kitchen and you slide onto one of the barstools in front of his countertop.

"Thirsty?" He asks you as he slides a glass of wine towards you.

"I am, but how do you know I'm of age? One of the last times I saw you I was only 17." You say joking around.

"Considering that I'm 4 years older and that was also 4 years ago, I'm sure you are by now."

"Oh, that's right, congrats on making it to 25 muffin." You raise your glass to toast to him and he watches you over his glass as your throat bobs to take in the full shute of wine. You wipe your lip with your thumb and suck off the liquid while staring right at Suga.

He coughs and diverts his attention away from you and to his stove.

"Uhm, hungry? I made a chicken alfredo dish."

"Sounds really good, I'll take a plate."

He makes the plates and you both move to his kitchen table and sit across from each other and dig into the food. The two of you catch up with small talk and discover new interests each other has that neither didn't have before. You talk about new movies and things, which then leads to you both laughing as you reminisce over past memories of when he and Asahi were in school together and all the times he'd come over.

"I remember one of the first games you had that you won and you'd look so cute with that smile on your rosy cheeks. I remember how proud your brother was of you." Suga says while finishing up the last bite of his pasta.

"I remember that day too. You know the reason we won was that I took your advice."

"What advice was that?"

"To make sure my team doesn't see any emotion on my face other than determination. You also told me to keep a close watch on the team and get a view of how they're playing and play to their strengths."

"Good advice."

"Yeah, it really was."

There's a short pause between the two of you. You don't know if he remembers or if you should bring it up but you decide to just say fuck it and do it.

"Koshi, do you remember what else you told me that day?"

Suga is caught off guard as you use his actual name. Hearing it fall from your lips makes him want to hear it over and over again.

"No? What else did I say?"

"That was also the day you found out I didn't have my first kiss. You told me that you'd be more than willing to be my first." You chuckle at the memories of teenage you. "I can't believe I was actually going to take you up on that offer within the next couple of days but then Asahi told me you moved away so I never could."

You didn't notice Suga move from his chair, you didn't notice him walking towards you, and you didn't notice him stand behind your chair as it was all happening so soon. The first thing you felt was his hand brush your hair away from your neck, the next thing you felt was his lips kiss your bare flesh. You feel the chair pull out from the table and you see Suga move to stand in front of you. He blocks you into the chair with his arms on either side of you and his hands tightly grasping the arms of the chair. Your mouth runs dry as you see the look of pure hunger he gives you.

"I don't think you understand just how hard I am right now."

You look down to see but before you can he lifts your chin back up to his eyes with his two fingers.

"I didn't tell you to look away from me butterfly. I'm going to kiss you now, and if you don't want this as bad as I do, so help me God stop me now before I can't control myself and rip your clothes off."

Gulp.

You look up at Suga through your eyelashes, and your look is laced with desperation and that's all it takes for him to break control and slam his lips into yours.

His lips feel like pure bliss. They're perfectly smooth and plump enough, just like you'd imagine they'd be. His tongue dances with yours and you can feel each other smile into the kiss as it leads deeper and deeper. His hands retract from the arms of the chair as he sinks down to his knees and drags your face closer to his by twining his fingers into your hair and tugging on them while biting your bottom lip. You both moan into the kiss. The heat radiating off of both of you starts to cause you to feel hot and needy to remove your clothes. Suga seems to notice and he pulls away from your lips and moves to drape kisses all along your collarbone, leaving a few large hickies in the process. He carefully dances his fingertips to under plunge neckline of your shirt and tugs it open to reveal your bare breasts.

"Fuck your tits are gorgeous."

You chuckle as he looks like a pubescent boy looking at boobies for the first time.

"Thank you, baby."

He licks his thumb before rubbing your nipple with it and you can feel it pebble and get hard and let out some whimpers once he pinches it. His tongue laps over your whole breast before he takes the nipple into his mouth and sucks. Your back arches off the chair and your legs slightly spasm.

"Dirty girl, you like your nipples sucked on huh?"

"Yes sir, especially when you do it, it feels so good." You breathe out.

He nibbles on your nipple and bites it with his teeth and tugs before you wince from the pain and he blows and kisses on it to make it feel better. He makes sure to spend an equal amount of time on each breast before moving back up to lock lips with you.

As much as you want him to ravage you, you've been dying to know what he tastes like for years. You break away from the kiss with a moan and he slightly whimpers when you pull away and don't kiss him back. Confusion crosses his face as you push his butt against the table before the confusion is replaced with pure lust as he sees you crouch down onto your knees, letting your butt rest on your heels, and seeing your hands reach out to palm him through his pants.

His eyes squeeze shut when he feels you palm his dick from his boxers.

"Y/n, warning you now, if you suck my dick I will fuck that pretty little face of yours so hard."

You just smirk up at him through your eyelashes and pull him the rest of the way out. You marvel at his beautifully trimmed pubes that rest nicely above his dick and smile to yourself at how giddy you're feeling for getting to suck his dick.

You lick your lips and open your mouth wide enough to fit around his tip which spills a slow moan from his mouth. You notice his palms grip the edge of the table to the point of his knuckles turning pale the moment you swish your tongue around his tip and over his slit. You can tell he's trying to hold back so you decide to ramp it up by extending your jaw more and sucking in a breath before hollowing out your cheeks and taking all of him down your throat to where you feel him behind your tongue. You gage and your eyes prickle with tears but you don't give up when you hear him mutter a "fuck" under his breath. He opens his eyes and you lock yours with his and that's all it takes for him to lose it.

He releases the table and grips your hair into the messiest of ponytails and tugs before pulling you completely off of him before shoving himself all the way back into your mouth. You gag, and you gag hard but you don't care, it feels so damn good in your mouth and the noises he is making you've never heard before. You reach down to touch yourself but all movements stop and you hear him reprimand you in the slightest whisper.

"Babygirl, I didn't say you could touch yourself. If your fingers even graze your pussy I will bend you over this table and smack your ass till it's black and blue."

You can't speak but you nod your head vigorously in agreement and gulp, with his dick still inside your mouth. Spit is pooling out of the corners of your lips, you probably look so filthy and you actually become a little jealous of Suga for not being able to see yourself like this.

"Good girl, good fucking girl."

He says before he slams his cock hard down your throat again. His head slowly falls backwards as his hands tighten in your hair and bobs your head faster and faster, not even taking the time to slow down or care about the makeup running down your face from your tears. You're enjoying being face fucked a little too much.

His hips are thrusting sloppier and he's loosened his grip but he still is relentless with your mouth and it makes you so desperately wonder what he'll be like when he's actually inside of you. His moans are becoming sporadic and you can barely make out his sentence warning you he's gonna come but you don't care and just brace yourself for when he does. Wanting to help him more, you reach a hand up and cup his balls while using the other to stroke his shaft with your mouth and he moans out too many expletives to count from the tingles throughout his body. His hips come to a stop and you can feel the warm, salty load fall down your throat. You make sure to take it all before shutting your eyes and swallowing it all, making sure he gets a good view of it, and he helps you stand back up and kisses you so passionately.

"Fuck, your mouth is dangerous."

"Thanks."

You say with a smile and giggle. He kisses you once more before you both stop and turn your heads to the countertop where his phone is ringing.

"Fuck it, I want you right now."

"No, Suga it could be important, it's okay. I'm going to get some water and wipe down anyways."

"Okay, I'll be quick sweetheart."

He kisses your lips slowly before quickly diving down and giving the top of your bare breast a quick kiss which makes you giggle.

You both separate and go into different rooms for your business. You head off down the hallway into the first door on the right and turn on the light and walk to the sink.

You grab some toilet paper and spit whatever remains of the cum in your mouth, into the paper and throw it in the trash. You then turn on the faucet and cup your hands to grab some water and you take a few slurps before swishing it around and spitting it out down the drain. You wash your hands good before using a rag to fix whatever makeup has smudged on your face and smile at yourself in the mirror when you see the ring of love bites around your breasts and how good your nipples look while swollen.

You shut off the bathroom lights and close the door behind you and walk back into the dining room where you left Suga. On the walk there you fixed your shirt as the intimacy has worn off a little and you started to feel awkward having your tits out and nothing else. You step in the room and see Suga has fixed himself as well and he's cleaning up dishes.

"You need some help baby?"

You ask while moving to stand to his side and help him.

"No, its-I'm alright I got it."

He says rather quick and moves from you to finish grabbing the dishes and placing them in the sink.

"You okay Koshi?" You ask concerned at his sudden attitude change. "Bad phone call?"

"Uhm, no, it was a good one it just...was your brother calling."

"Oh...oh.."

"Yeah, it was nice to hear from him but it made me feel like shit to betray his trust like that. I'm sorry y/n but can I walk you out?"

He says slowly turning towards you with an extremely downturned smile.

"What?" You ask stunned. "Koshi, what trust? You want me to leave? I'm so confused."

"It's nothing, it's fine. Look I just need a moment to process what had happened and it's getting late and I don't want you to get be late for class tomorrow."

"Oh..yeah..right, of course."

You don't say another word and quietly grab all of your things and walk over to the door to slip on your shoes. Suga is quiet the whole time too but he still walks over to the door with you while holding your phone for you.

"Are we-Can we still meet up for practice tomorrow? My tryouts are at the end of the week."

You ask him without meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, of course, I wouldn't bail on you like that. I'm sorry it's just th-

"Stop," You raise a hand up to his chest and smile. "It's alright Koshi, just stop before it gets worse. Goodnight and thanks for the lovely dinner tonight."

"You're welcome, thanks for being a great friend and guest."

Friend, that word pings your heart and makes it teeter-totter inside of your chest, almost like it might fall straight out of it.

You don't say anything more and just brave a smile and head out before getting back into your car, pulling out, and storming home.

In all honesty, the trip from Suga's house to yours shouldn't have taken you an hour but it did. A normal ten-minute drive turned into an hour from you having to pull over more than a few times from having to deal with the overflow of emotions coursing through you. You also had to stop yourself a couple times from turning back around and giving him an earful but you decided to let it go. In actuality, you weren't even mad, you weren't sad, you weren't even regretful over what happened you were just utterly confused the whole time. However, you decided to stop racking your brain trying to figure it out and gave up once you pulled into your parking spot and walked home into your living room.

You dropped your stuff off into where they belong and you make your way to your room and strip off all your clothes before throwing them into the hamper and heading to the en suite to take a shower and disregard the whole experience.

Friend.

The word brings such a bitter and useless taste to your mouth when you heard it fall from Sugas lips. That word, you thought of it the whole time you were in the shower, and you scrubbed your body so hard to try and get the "friendzone" off of you.

The shower stops and you step out and dry off before not even bothering to change and head to bed naked and plug in your phone, set an alarm for tomorrow, and shut off the lights and fall into an anxious sleep.

The morning comes too soon at the detriment of the bags under your eyes. You snap your alarm off and rub your temples before stretching and getting out of bed. You quickly get dressed and back your go bags for school and practice afterward and finish all your necessities of getting ready and you head to class bright and early.

Your classes run through quicker than normal and now comes the part you were trying to postpone doing, seeing Suga.

Hesitantly, you send a text to Suga making sure it's still on and he replies with a thumbs up before you shut off your phone and head to the gym.

The ride was brutal due to the thoughts running laps in your head. Conflicting memories of last night combine together and now thoughts of further rejection pierce your brain and you can't deal with it. You arrive at the gym and try to shake off the thoughts but they don't budge. So you do the only thing you know how to do to get rid of the bad thoughts, you confront what's making them happen.

You shut off your car and grab your keys and phone, not even paying a second mind to your bags in the backseat. You walk into the gym and just give a side-eye to the receptionist and strut straight back to the gym and push the double doors open with a flourish.

You're about to start yelling at Suga to give him your two cents but notice the gym is empty. You look around confused but then get a notification on your phone and see that he sent you a text saying he's still at his house and running late.

You walk out the same way you came in, get back in your car, and drive to his apartment before stopping, getting out, and knocking on his door.

"Hey, I was just about to head out."

Suga says as he opens the door.

You walk in without saying a word and place your shoes and things into a bin next to his front door and turn around to talk to him as he closes his door.

"Y/N?"

"What the hell Suga?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Last night, what you said. What happened when you called my brother, what did he or you say? What trust did you break last night?"

You ask while placing your hands on your hips.

He drops his head before wiping his face and walking towards the dining room as he talks to you.

"Nothing, honest. He didn't even know you were here he was just calling to catch up and stuff."

"So why push me out all of a sudden? What trust Suga??"

"Damnit, y/n the trust of a dude and not going after his best friend's little sister. That kind of trust."

"Seriously Koshi? I get what you mean by that but we are adults now and as far as I know, Asahi has never had any ill feelings about us being close or being together."

"No, I know but it's an unspoken rule type of thing."

"Koshi that's bullshit, if that was true then you wouldn't have invited me on a date here in the first place."

"It was just supposed to be as friends."

Vomit, the word makes you want to vomit.

"There's that word again. Friends, Koshi, really?"

You move closer to the kitchen table and towards him. You look up at him and a smile comprised of lust and anger stretches onto your face.

"Friends don't grind on each other during Volleyball practice. Friends don't tell other friends to wear skirts for easy access. Friends don't kiss and swap spit on this very chair. Friends don't get down on their knees, push you up against this table and blow you till you're busting a load down their throat."

You take a breath and swallow while you notice the tension in the room and him walking closer to you with a determined look on his face.

"Tell me how we're just friends, after all that Muffin."

You say the nickname as a jab at him, with both of you knowing damn well either of the nicknames were what you used to flirt with each other.

He moved closer into your personal space, chests only inches apart but neither of you moving to touch the other quite yet.

"You're right butterfly, we're not just friends. Because during your whole little rant, I couldn't stop thinking about how I want to break this table by fucking you on it."

Gulp.

"What's stopping you?"

"Absolutely nothing."

The tension wire snaps and the moment it does you both are on each other like dogs to a bone. Your tongues mesh with each others in perfect sync. You don't know where your hands are at this point, all you know is they're stripping off every piece of clothing each other is wearing. The second everything is off of your bodies, Suga picks you up and gently places your ass against the cold wood of the dining table, and gets down onto his knees.

You're about to protest but the moment you feel his warm, wet tongue lapping in between your folds like a man starved, all knowledge of how to speak completely dissolves from your brain. All you managed to say is a jumble of "don't stop" and "fuck that feels so good", but in all honesty it sound like baby babbling. Your hands knot into the grey locks of the hungry man underneath you and you tug as hard as you can when he nips at your clit and your legs, embarrassingly, start to spasm already.

"Ho, God, fuck."

You moan out.

His tongue swirls endless circles around your clit and he sucks and bites and blows at your clit, leaving you speechless. It's not until you feel two fingers prod at your hole that you really start to shake. You crave him so much, even your pussy practically pulls in his fingers as he rests them there against the hole. He starts out with slow, shallow pumps before he speeds up the pace of his tongue and fingers and goes knuckle deep inside of you drawing out the most guttural moans you've ever made.

You've never had your legs spasm so much from oral before. You feel your core start to tighten and flex and you feel the sweat form on your brow and upper lip as your hair falls out around you from the thrashing of your body at the pleasure. Your hand tugs harder and you're worried you might be hurting him, but if you are he absolutely doesn't mind it. Your mouth runs dry and the dam breaks once you feel him scissor you while being knuckle deep in your pussy. Your orgasm echoes through the house as you shake around him and as his delicious tongue helps you through it all.

"What a good fucking girl cumming for me like that. I'm so proud of you baby."

"Holy fu- fuck. Th-thank you baby."

You just barely speak as you pant to try and calm down, but not for long when you feel him place one last kiss on your pussy before standing up and trace kisses from your hips all the way up to your breasts, showing each endless love, and moving to your lips and letting you taste yourself all over his face.

"You taste yourself right? Taste how fucking delicious you are."

He says while opening your mouth forcefully and spitting into it, which is then followed by you smiling as you swallow it and show him. He laughs so lustfully before wiping the corner of your mouth and placing the two fingers he used in you into your mouth and chokes you with them. You gag and gulp after swirling your tongue around them and when he pulls away he uses those fingers to open you up again before leaning you back down onto the table and stepping closer to line himself up with you.

"Are you on the pill? Want me to grab a condom?"

"Yeah I am, and no, I want to feel all of you."

He agrees with a kiss and bite of your lip and neck before he takes his hand and pumps himself a few times and spits in his hand and rubs his cock before using his other hand to open your lips and he teases your clit with the head of his dick and you both moan at the feeling.

"Fuuck stop it baby I want you so bad."

"I know baby girl, just be patient for me."

He chuckles as he feels you squirm under him when his tip hits a sensitive part of your clit and he uses an arm to hold you down and distract you before he lines up and slowly stretches you out, letting you adjust slowly.

"Holy fuck."

You both say in unison, but with different breaths, as you both feel the pleasure of finally being connected together. He slowly starts to rock his hips into yours and bottoms out inside of you while letting your pussy adjust, and when he thinks you have he pulls out and slams back into you. Your body and the table jerk as he does and you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he has both hands around your head and is looking into your eyes as he fucks you.

It's pure ecstasy. The two of you, this position, its everything you've wanted. All the years of pining after your brother's best friend. All the repressed feelings you've had for him. All the times relationships or one-night-stands couldn't do it for you cause all you thought about was how it would be if your childhood crush, the man you loved, was the one doing it to you. And now you know. Now you know just how blissful it all truly feels. It's better than you imagined.

His hips are pistoning into yours at a ridiculous pace and you start to feel a burn from your legs being spread wide open but you don't care. It feels too amazing to quit. Moans never stopped flowing from either of your lips and his fingertips burn holes straight into your skin from how tight he's gripping you, like you might fly away if he stops. Without missing a beat, he switches positions by gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them into your chest to where your ears kiss your knees and you see your feet shaking in the air at an unbelievable pace from how he's fucking you. This position makes it impossible to not cum. You feel the familiar tightening and spasms and pants as you're being drawn closer and closer and you can tell he is too as his pants have become more sporadic. He bends down and pushes your thighs further into you, going deeper, and kisses your lips and smiles before whispering in your ear.

"Your cunt feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock baby girl. You're doing so good at taking all of me that I'm about to cum in that pretty pussy of yours."

"Ohhhh.....fu-fuck Koshi baby please."

"Yeah, baby? You want me to fill that beautiful hole of yours? You wanna get filled with my kids? Become a mommy, is that what you want? My kids?"

What he's lacking in breaths, he's making up for in confidence, and it's driving you crazy. You just about cum from his words right there.

"Yes baby fuck, fuck Koshi baby I want you to make me a mommy so bad. Fill me up baby, I wanna be filled by you so badly."

You whimper and whine and he loses it.

Koshi slams harder and faster and your vision goes white as the last thrust had you seeing stars. Your orgasm absolutely wrecks you as you cum around him and you can feel his cock release inside you and fill you to the brim with his cum.

He stays inside of you, letting the cum fall from around his cock in you and he slowly drops your legs to not hurt you and he leans down to place an endless amount of kisses all over your lips and face. You hear a few words like "beautiful" and "thank you" but they all go in one ear and out the other as you calm down but the one you hone in on is the words "love".

"Y/n, baby did you hear me?"

"No I didn't, what?"

"I said I love you, I don't know to what extent or how long I have but I just remember how much I cared for you when we were younger and it all came rushing back. I love you, baby."

Tears threaten to spill but you hold them back.

"Oh Koshi, I love you too."

You both kiss each other deeply and he pulls away and both of you whine when he pulls out of you and you feel the cum drip out of your hole and Koshi growls to himself at the sight before going and grabbing a wet rag to wipe you down.

He comes back a few seconds later and wipes you down while giving you kisses in the process and discarding the rag somewhere and picking you up gently and walks you back to his bedroom and gently place you down onto the mattress and cuddles up next to you.

You both whisper sweet nothings to each other before finally dozing off and enjoying the beautifulness that is sleep.

XXXXXX

"COME ON! Y/N, YOU GOT THIS BABY!"

You hear your boyfriend yell to you from the bleachers while you're playing your match. You hear the rest of your family yell along in unison with him, even your brother, in cheer for you to keep your morale up.

It's your final match before nationals. Your team managed to beat every team you've battled against and everyone's trying their best but this match is neck and neck-literally. You've never been so short-necked with a team before but this college is good. Your team is only one point ahead, and you only need one more point to win this whole thing and make it to nationals. It all comes down to this moment, this volley.

You focus back on the game and notice the ball ahead coming for the net, the player in front of you tosses the ball high in the air for the spiker to hit, and they do, but not before it's being received back to them by your other teammates. You hear various calls of "got it!' and "Mine!" but the blood rushing to your ears entirely drowns out everything when you realize this is up to you, to set the perfect ball for your Ace to hit and win the game. No pressure.

You think back to the first training session with Suga all those months ago. You're so thankful that he picked up that phone the one day you called. You're thankful for it all and everything that happened afterward.

The overwhelming emotion of joy surges through you and you finally spot the perfect shot, the perfect opportunity.

"Azumane, Y/n, It's yours and open!"

Your captain yells to you as she bumped the ball towards you. You remain quiet and get into position and hone in on the ball. You turn and see your Ace making her way closer, and closer, and closer, and- NOW!

You set the ball into the air and watch as time slows as you see her hand connect with the ball.

Time stops.

And when it resumes, chaos ensues.

The crowd erupts into thunderous cheers and the buzzer rings to declare a winning team, yours!

Your teammates go wild, some fall to their knees and kiss their hands, some jump up and down into each other's arms, some run to their significant others, but you remain still. You take in what happened till it finally hits you that you won, you did it.

You scream out in victory with your hands above your head and you cry tears you've held in all day.

You feel two strong arms wrap around you and look to see your boyfriend with the widest smile on his face squeeze you and kiss you all over in awe.

Even though no words are said, you both understand everything.

You kiss each other and pull away as your team calls you other to celebrate and you join them but not before sneaking one last kiss to your boyfriend.

"Thank you for being a good coach, Muffin."

You wink and walk away.

"Anytime, Butterfly."

#sugaxreader #sugawaraxreader #haikyuuxreader #haikyuuxreadersmut #haikyuusmut #haikyuu #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara #koshisugawara #haikyuunsfw #sugawaraxreadersmut #haikyuxreader #haikyuxreadersmut #sugawarahaikyu #sugawarakoshinsfw #sugawara scenario #haikyusetter #haikyusettersmut #omg this is finally over #it took so long to write and i am so sorry because i lost motivation for a while

[semisgroupie]

His Pretty Girl

Pairing: Suna x Female Reader(characters here are 21+)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: choking, use of drugs (marijuana), dubcon (bc of use of marijuana), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), hair pulling, spit, foul language (I think that’s all but please let me know if I missed anything)

Other mentions: praise, Suna’s use of “pretty girl”, oral (f receiving), hickies (f receiving), cockwarming themes, creampie (he cums inside of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.4k (wow I didn’t even think I wrote that much)

A/N: this is the first time I’ve written smut so I hope you all enjoy, I plan to get a lot better as time passes so please be patient with me. Thank you all for reading, please feel free to request. This is based on a dream I had about Suna and I tried writing the weed part based on my experiences smoking. Thank you again! -Dee :)

Here you are sitting with your boyfriend of 5 years, Suna Rintarou, in your shared apartment. There’s a haze in the small living room from the few joints you two have smoked within the past few hours. It’s a little celebration since you both have finished taking finals and only a few weeks away from graduating uni.

You’re so thankful that your boyfriend smokes weed because you don’t like to drink since you always get wicked hangovers that leave you in bed for the entire day. It’s actually the love of weed you both have that made you two meet, it was towards the end of both of your second year in high school. You already knew of Rintarou because of the volleyball team and your cousin Kita.

You were done with your own volleyball practice and were waiting outside for your weed dealer to sell you a new strain he was hyping up and while waiting for him the middle blocker went to wait with you. While waiting you both struck up a conversation and realized you both had the same weed dealer. Since that day you two became closer and started dating. Over the course of the 5 years the two of you got even closer and made it a routine, since moving in together a little more than a year ago, to have a smoke sesh at least once a month.

So that’s what the two of you are up to now, you’re sitting in one of Rin’s shirts that you ‘borrowed’ that stops at your mid thigh and black lace panties and Rin is shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants. The rule for the smoke sesh is whoever finishes the last blunt has to roll a new one and since Rin finished the last one he is currently rolling a new one. You’re sitting on one side of the couch next to him and watching his hands as he grinds it up and putting it in the rolling paper.

At this point you don’t know if it’s the weed, the love you have for your boyfriend, the fact that you two haven’t had sex in a few weeks or all three but there’s arousal pooling in your stomach that has you clenching your thighs together. You’re basically in a trance just watching his hands and slim fingers prepare the blunt and you don’t even realize that he stopped and is just staring at you. He puts the blunt on the table, cleans off his hands and looks at you with a sly grin.

You slowly move your head up to look into his half lidded, bloodshot eyes with your own.

“Come here pretty girl, sit on my lap”, you nodded slowly and went over to straddle him and sit on his lap in a weed induced haze. He tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear and leaned in to kiss you, you leaned in and met him halfway for a kiss that led to a lazy makeout.

As you both pull away for air his hand travels down the shirt you’re wearing and starts playing with the hem, you’re just staring at his hands so close to where you want him — no, where you need him. He lowers his hand and starts playing with you over the lacy panties. His other hand moves from your waist to your hair as he lightly pulls your hair and moves close to your ear.

“You’re getting so messy for me pretty girl and all because I was rolling a fucking blunt. Now, let’s see how I can wreck you and make up for lost time” as he whispers in your ear you feel yourself getting even wetter, if that was even possible. Before you can even respond he puts you on your back on the couch and rips your panties off and before you can even say something about the panties he just starts lapping at your folds like a man starved.

“R-Rin ah feels s-so good, fuck” he hums in response to your moans and praise. Just as you feel close he slips two fingers in your wet cunt and starts massaging and thrusting into your tight heat.

“Rin, fuck, I’m gonna c-cum” you pull his hair tighter as you start to go over the edge and Rin thrusts his fingers faster hitting your gummy spot over and over and wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

“Rin fuck fuck FUCK” you unravel and he keeps going like you didn’t just cum bringing you to overstimulation.

“Rin, b-baby, please” you try to pull his head off you and he looks up at you and nips at your thighs. The nips turn to harsh sucks that are hard enough to leave hickeys. One of his favorite spots to mark you is your plush thighs, the skin is so soft and he just can’t help himself.

“I’m sorry pretty girl” he coos, “you just taste so good I just can’t help myself, forgive me Y/N?” He pouts and you laugh, sitting up to pull him into a kiss, which he happily meets and you taste yourself. He pulls back and gently pushes you back down, “fuck Y/N you look so beautiful in my shirt”

“Thank you Rin, I love wearing your clothes”

“And I love you pretty girl”

“I love you too Rinny”

He kisses you again and pulls his sweatpants off and lines up to your dripping wet cunt. He looks at you for approval and you give him a nod and a smile. He puts himself in and bottoms out, “f-fuck pretty girl, how, ah fuck, are you s-so fucking tight?”

No matter all this time and no matter how many times you two fuck you can never adjust to his size immediately. His cock is the perfect length and just thick enough. Once he feels you adjust he starts thrusting, each time he pulls out just enough so his tip is still inside then bottoms out. He leans closer to you and grabs your face. “Open up for me, Y/N”

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out and once it’s open he spits in your mouth, “now swallow pretty girl” and you do just that. That seemed like all the ammunition he needed for his thrusts to turn into complete jackhammering, yours and his moans bouncing off the walls.

“R-Rin you fuck me s-so fucking g-good, y-you’re gonna m-make me c-cum again”

“H-hold on Y-Y/N, let’s c-cum together” you clench around him and he throws his head back and moans loudly. One thing you loved about high sex with Rin is that he doesn’t hold back with his moans and whimpers, not like he did it much when you guys fucked sober. He keeps thrusting and he licks his thumb and puts his wet thumb on your clit rubbing it in circles bringing you closer to gushing all over him.

“R-Rin, Rin, fuck baby please I’m so c-close”

“I know baby, me too, fuck” he puts his head close to your neck and starts sucking marks on your neck. He pulls his head up and puts two fingers in your mouth to open it up again and spits inside your mouth. You swallow and he wraps his hand around your neck slightly pressing on your pulse points to give you the perfect feeling of euphoria.

“I want you to cum with me my pretty girl” all you can do is moan and nod. “Ready? I’m gonna cum” he thrusts even harder hitting your gummy spot.

“Rin, Rin baby I’m cumming fuck!” You clench hard like you’re holding his cock in a vice grip as you gush around him making him reach his own orgasm. He screams your name and paints your walls white with his cum. He thrusts a few more times to empty his balls and lays on top of you.

“Fuck Y/N, sex with you gets better every damn time” he chuckles once he catches his breath and holds himself up getting ready to pull out until you grab his arm. “Don’t pull out yet Rinny I just wanna cuddle with you inside me” you whine.

“Anything for my pretty girl” he kisses you a few times and lays down beside you holding you close. He puts his mouth near your ear.

“I marked you both inside and out pretty girl, you’re mine forever” he whispers. You laugh softly “I’ll always be yours Rinny, I love you”

He turns your head and kisses you “and I love you my pretty girl”. You two share one more kiss and end up falling asleep cuddling.

#haikyuusmut #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #tw choking #tw drugs #haikyuu smut #hq smut

[urlovingauthor]

heheyhey not to be horny bestie but big breeder bokuto/wakatoshi/izuwami

SLKDJFLSDKFJLSDNFLSDKJFVLJZDLFKJSDLJFLSJFS thanks bestie for my first post idea

minors dni

CW/TW: GN reader BREEDING, heavy balls idk, mention of bruises and overstimulation?(I think) UNEDITED <//3

no, because imagine him coming home and shoving u against surfaces like the kitchen table or even your vanity space and just thrusting his hips up into you while his head sits on your shoulder because he's getting a little tired from fucking you and dumping his load inside hours on end :(( <3

"g-god fuck, just one more baby please one more I promise" he muttered, gripping your hips even tighter as his throbbing cock pressed against your entrance once more.

" 'do anything just..one more time." specifically his right hand moving from your bruised hips to your stomach, pressing on it while his chest hovered against your back.

The feeling of his cum inside created a nice warm greeting for himself, using his cock to shove it right back into place. " 'gotta give you a baby right? yeah?" he hummed, trying to distract himself from the urge to just snap his hips mercilessly and fuck you dumb completely.

Honestly, if you didn't feel so nice, you'd most likely notice how his movement became slower and sloppy. Just so desperate to cum again. "Last time I promise" he let out grunting as he pushed his forehead against your shoulder, getting sloppier as he chased down his own orgasm, letting out a god damn hymn of a moan.

He couldn't help but let himself empty his balls inside you, the hand on your hip gripping it and the other holding the counter at this point, knuckles turning white from the pressure.

"Once more?" he called, moving his hands back in place after his cock had dragged itself out of your throbbing hole.

#haikyuusmut #haikyuu!! #haikyuuxreader #ushijimasmut #izuwamismut #iwasmut #wakatoshismut #bokutosmut #bokutoxreader #pleaseoasmdkgj #hajimesmut

[honeybbyfics]

can you do an angst-smut idk lol. Like one where you tsukishima out and he says yes, then one day you overhear him telling yamaguchi that he only said yes to you bc you were pretty had a nice body and you weren’t hot and he just wanted to get in your pants, then you confront tsukishima about it which turns into hate seggs with him saying something like I finally got what I want and him just degrading her😏

Okay so I kind of spent a LONG time on this so it’s really long but the prompt was too good I had to go off okay anyways here it is pls enjoy. 

CW: DEGRADING BIG TIME, cumplay, angst, NSFW obv. 

                What I Wanted Tsukkishima Kei x F! Reader

You were headed toward your new boyfriend, Tsukkishima Kei when you decided to standby, listening to what he had to say to his best friend. 

“I’m just saying Tadashi- she’s really not that good looking. She just has one hell of a body.”

“That’s fine Tsukki, but you shouldn’t have said yes if you didn’t actually like her and that’s just so mean of you to-”

“Shut up.” 

“Sorry, Tsukki”

This scene replayed in your head for a week, the fact that the guy you’ve liked for months is seriously only dating you for your body. You finally decided that if it was eating away at you so intensely, you should speak up. You open your phone to send him a message. “hey baby, there’s something i really want to talk to you about, could you come over please?” 

“That’s fine. I’ll head over in a little bit.”

This was the perfect time to let him know how you really felt, how hurt you were, and how much of a total dick he was. Your parents weren’t home, so it would be just the two of you, alone. Your mind wandered for a bit on what possibilities the night could hold. You quickly snapped yourself out of it. The whole reason he was coming over was so you could talk about how that’s NOT okay. You quickly put on a nice outfit, some makeup and anxiously waited for his arrival. 

Your doorbell rang, as you opened the door, he peered down at you from the doorway. “He’s so tall…” You thought to yourself. 

“Oh, hey Tsukki. Let’s just go to my room”

Your heart was beating through your chest. Maybe your best bet was to just forget it and hang out with your boyfriend. “No, I have to do this.” you thought to yourself. He followed you down the hall to your room.

The two of you sat on your bed.

“I’m just going to get straight to the point” you sputter out, followed by a deep breath and heavy sigh. “I heard you talking with Yamaguchi the other day. I know you only want me for my body! I can’t believe you could be so disgusting! And to think that I seriously liked you. And thought you liked me back! All for this to go to shit, and you to be a total asshole like every other guy I’ve met! You’re so-” Your rant was quickly interrupted with a firm face grab. “Did you expect anything else from me, sugar? Did you seriously think that anybody would like you for anything else besides your body?”

You wanted to protest, or blow up in his face, or do anything but your current reaction. You sat squirming in your spot, and the further he moved his fingers toward your mouth, the more you felt the pool in between your thighs soaking through your thin underwear. You quickly snapped out of it and pushed him away. 

“Seriously shut the hell up. I’m not letting you drop my self worth to nothing more than a pair of tits and ass.” “You’re not?” he snarkily replied. 

“Oh my fucking god. I’m done with you. Get the fuck out.” You stand up, but are immediately yanked back down by the tall blonde. 

“I don’t think I’m done with you yet, y/n. Aren’t you just the slightest bit curious about what it would be like?” You slowly sit back down and he begins to trail his fingers up and down your arms, sending chills down your spine. “All I’m saying is if you want to, I want t-” You cut him off immediately by kissing him furiously. You run your fingers through his hair, and give it a small tug when he starts running his hands down your body. 

The two of you lay down, and he lays down, pulling you on top of him. At this point you’re making out aggressively and messily, saliva and sweat covering you both. He runs his hands over to your ass and begins massaging you toward your inner thighs. You’re dripping wet, and start slowly rocking your hips directly on his member. “A-ah-” Tsukki grunts, quickly erect at your pressure. He dips his hands from your thighs to right in between and starts slowly massaging around your pussy. You shudder at the contact, and he looks at you with a menacing grin. “Is this all you wanted you slut? You just wanted to be my little cocksleeve right?” You squirm at his degrading words, wishing they didn’t have the effect on you that they did. You breathe heavily down his neck and whisper into his ear, “I just wanted a normal relationship, but clearly you’re not capable of such complex concepts, asshole”. As your words intoxicate him, you pull down his shorts and underwear revealing his long, thick cock. He shivers, quickly lifting his hands up to cup your breasts. He massages them harshly and latches onto your neck, knowing he’ll leave bruises to last for days. His tongue against your neck has you under a spell, and you strip yourself naked. “God, look at that body of yours.” “Because that’s all you care about right? You wouldn’t give a damn if-” Tsukki immediately shuts you up by pulling you onto his length. “You’re damn right that’s all I care about.” Even though you were soaking wet, nothing could’ve properly prepared you for the stretch of his thick cock. Even though it hurt, it was almost in a good way. Your pussy pulsed against his rock-hard dick, pleasantly for both of you. Your time to adjust was quickly interrupted by Kei lifting you up lightly and contrastingly rhythmically ramming into you harshly. You hold onto his shoulders, while your pussy contracts against him. You couldn’t even manage to choke out any words, all you could do is whimper and moan. “God, you’re just such a fucking slut.” Tsukki mumbles into your ear. When you finally adjust to his pace, he drops you on him, completely bottoming out. “Fuck Tsukki!” you cry out. You cling onto his shoulders, roughing up his back. Tears start to well up at your eyes from the stretch, and you continue moaning into his body. He flips himself on top of you and reaches his hand toward your puffy clit. You gasp at the touch of his cold fingers and try to wipe away your tears. He quickly pins your hand down. “Don’t even think about it, those are my tears.” You nod quickly. Your slick coats his dick, and as his precum mixes with your messy fluids. A knot in your stomach builds, getting stronger by the second. “Tsukki- f- fuck- I’m gonna-” He pulls you in closer and starts moaning heavily into your ear. He lets out a long, drawn-out, “Fuuuuuuck (y/n)”. The knot in your stomach grows heavier until it suddenly snaps, causing you to squirt all over him. Chills rake throughout your entire body. The pulsing of your pussy, followed by him drenched in your fluid breaks Kei, and he quickly pulls out, releasing all over your bare chest. You two take a moment to catch your breath, and he starts slowly spreading his cum around your breasts, groping them. The two of you lay there, and you watch as his cock twitches from the heavy stimulus. “Well, (y/n), you really are a nasty fucking slut.” He grumbles. “And you aren’t?” You snap back. “You’re the one who-” He cuts you off, playing his finger toward your mouth. “I really couldn’t care less, I got what I want”. 

tags :)

#tsukki #tsukki smut #haikyuu tsukki #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima x you #tsukkishima x y/n #smut #haikyuusmut #kei tsukishima #smutfic #requestsopen #secondtimestillplsbenice #hatesex #degrading #hate sex #angst #haikyuu

[stellarrmoon]

Unleash.

Pairing: Ushijima x fem!reader

Genre: semi-smut

Status: unedited

You were one of the only people who had ever had the courage to speak to Ushijima informally or affectionately. It started when you were in Shiratorizawa together and you quickly tried to become friends with the most intimidating person in the grade.

Right now, you were watching him and Semi practice after school and you were mesmerized by his movements as always. Everytime he jumped to spike or hit a straight, you were amazed at how sharply the ball would hit the ground.

"Nice kill, Wakatoshi-kun!" You cheered from the bench even though there was no one watching.

He turned to look at you but he didn't smile, as usual. You don't think you ever saw him smile actually. He seemed perfectly fine with a natural scowl, and even though everyone else found it scary, you thought it was cute.

He hit the ball again and this time, you paid attention to how his legs tensed before he jumped up high, and how his splayed out hand made full contact with the ball – flattening it in the process –right before it made a loud sound as it hit the court.

They finished quicker than most times and you bid Semi adieu before walking home with Ushijima. Well, to his home, as you've gained the habit of doing so without his protest.

At first, Ushijima was weirded out by your behaviour towards him but thought nothing of it. The first few times you came over, he was still a bit unnaturally stiff but it lessened the more you came to his house. You got to build a good friendship with the ace; he was actually pretty funny when you got to know him.

You always teased him about his straightforwardness to which he would simply blink and frown at. He was a quiet person, you had learnt, but he had confidence. Attractive confidence.

It wasn't unusual for you to flirt with him just to mess with his head but sometimes you really did mean it. He didn't think anything of it, however, since he knew how much you loved to fool around.

Once you made it to his home, you followed him upstairs and as soon as you entered his bedroom, you flopped onto his bed. "You have such a comfy bed, Wakatoshi-kun. I want to steal it."

In his head, he was amused by your comments but he never let it show. "I would kill you."

You laughed at the joke, even though his deep voice and serious nature made it seem serious. "Fine, then I'll just stay here forever."

"Then where am I supposed to sleep?"

While he was conversing with you, he got ready to take a shower and took off his shirt in the meanwhile. "You'll sleep right next to me, Wakatoshi-kun."

While your voice lulled in a flirtatious tone, you eyes his back as he moved around. The muscles rippled with each thing he moved or touched, and the laterals curved into a flattering, slimmer waistline.

"Wakatoshi-kun, you're killing me. Why would you get half naked knowing how much I want to be with you?"

He could hear your pout in your bluff and scoffed before entering his bathroom, "You should be used to it, by now."

Soon, the shower could be heard running and you sighed, thinking about what it would take to make your best friend realise that you weren't joking. Ushijima's showers were always a bit long so you would usually just play on your phone until he finished but today, you were going to take a chance and do something different.

Quickly, you fixed your uniform so that your skirt was a bit higher and the first few buttons of your shirt were undone. Looking in the mirror, you tried not to squirm at the skimpier look you created, and just as you were about to put it back to its original form, the door opened.

Startled, you turned around, seeing him with his wet hair flipping over his forehead and tanned chest shining from the sunset light coming through the window.

He didn't notice you and instead sat on the edge of his bed, typing on his phone immediately. He looked sexy with wet hair, and although you had seen him like this countless times, it didn't fail to have you hot and bothered. But – he wasn't paying attention to you.

So you walked closer and when he didn't notice, spoke. "Wa-Wakatoshi-kun."

You said in such a sweet voice that he couldn't help but look up, and when he did, he had to do a double take because he didn't remember your uniform looking so... sexy? "Uh-yes, y/n?"

"I want to confess something." You looked at him with doe eyes, his larger form sitting there waiting for you to continue, now that he was intrigued.

You took his phone from his hands and opened his arms so you could sit on his lap and say softly, "You know... I'm not always joking around with you."

When you placed your hand on his chest, his eyes widened and he wondered what you were doing. "Y/n... what are you doing?"

Was he really that clueless? Couldn't he tell you were offering yourself to him? "Wakatoshi-kun... I'm attracted to you."

"Oh."

There was an awkward silence after that. When he didn't respond, you decided to save yourself from further embarrassment and go home. As you were getting up, you got pushed back down and faced Ushijima directly.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

You were confused as to why he was making this worse for you. You got the message that he wasn't interested. "Because I know you don't feel the same."

"Hmm." He hummed, "Who told you that?"

You twiddled your fingers before answering, "No one, really."

"So you made it up in your head?"

Everything he was saying came out so plainly that you didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. "Yes, and I know I'm right so I'll just leave."

You tried getting up again but he held you down again. "No. You're not right." He blinked. "Y/n, I find you very attractive. You look so sexy right now. I almost don't know what to do with myself."

Now that you thought clearly, you could feel something poking your thigh from underneath, "Oh." You could tell he was packing.

You weren't sure of his experience but since you were, you decided to offer some help.

"Can I... fix it for you?"

His eyes widened before he looked down and back up again. He took a deep breath before telling you, "Do you think it can fit?"

And there came your laugh. He didn't realise how dirty it sounded coming from his mouth but you appreciated his curious honesty. Getting serious, you trailed your hand down his abs and hooked it around the towel on his hips, "Trust me, Wakatoshi-kun..." and looked him in the eye, "I'll make it fit."

A slightly red tinge coloured his cheeks when you said that. "Don't say things like that."

"Why, is it making you harder?"

You smiled when he gulped and pushed him down to lay on his back.

"Wakatoshi-kun. I've been wanting to do this forever."

You took his lips into a kiss as you straddled him, ass perched up when his hands quickly found their way to it. He was kneading it with his hands and you could tell he was enjoying it.

You felt yourself getting more needy and started to rock your hips against his, adding to his satisfaction while you entered the bliss that was the pressure on your clit. He used his hands to help you gain momentum too, while he moaned into your mouth.

Eventually, you took to kissing his neck instead and that meant that he could actually speak, "Fuck, baby."

You almost gasped. Even though Ushijima was a man of few words, you never expected him to swear. It seemed natural for it to come our of his mouth too which, for some reason, made it hotter.

His fingers crept closer to your panties and they were met with thick juice surrounding your sex. "You're so wet."

"Just for you, Wakatoshi-kun."

He spread your ass cheeks fully and laid your crotch directly on top of his, making him throw his head back and moan. "I need to feel you, y/n."

You lifted your hips to undo his towel and immediately, his dick sprung up to hit your panty-covered cunt and tease you there. He himself, decided to discard said panties but before he threw them to the side, he placed them close to his face and inhaled deeply while he closed his eyes. Something inside you flustered when you saw him do something so erotic, so shamelessly. You were speechless.

"You smell good, y/n."

"And I feel good too, Wakatoshi-kun." You slide your slit along his length, "I want you, now."

"Then mount yourself on my dick and ride, princess."

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hot, steamy, slow shower sex with osamu after practice 👁👁

I thirst after Osamu with a heavy passion 😩👌

Shower sex with Osamu after practice

The weekend never looked so dull-- usually your weekends were full of debauchery and mischief, either from the Miya twins antics or your other friends dragging you along to a sleepover or random three a.m. Walmart trips; it was a nice break from your usual rambunctious life.

Your parents had fled your home for the weekend, claiming they needed a weekend to rekindle their already over bloomed relationship, leaving you alone to do what you did best… binge watch tv.

The plush tan couch cushion you sat yourself in hours ago kept you cozy as you fisted snacks into your awaiting mouth, eyes never wandering from your show. It was late afternoon by the time you checked your phone for the first time today, not feeling bad for blatantly ignoring your boyfriend for mystical teenagers trapped in love triangles.

Osamu should be here at any time, or so you had thought. The next time you checked your phone, it was nearing nine at night. He was supposed to come by after practice and make dinner for the two of you, his idea, you might add; if you had it your way, your dinner would be mac and cheese and chicken nuggets-- but Osamu had standards, and he called that meal pathetic the first time he saw you eat it.

He was adorable in his own right, but it was annoying on how much he was a food elitist. You’re a grown ass person, you should be allowed to eat Oreos at eight in the morning as cereal without being judged!

Just as Elena had confessed that she loved Damon, the doorbell broke your concentration. Heaving yourself from the cocoon of blankets and pillows you had made for yourself on the couch, you swung the front door open and beamed.

“There’s my sweaty boyfriend! Come in, come in! I made you your own little fort beside the couch!”

The tall boy peered down at you, not entertained by your invitation, merely passing you and slinging his gym bag by the door. You grabbed his hand and drug him to the couch, pushing him into the bundle of plush pillows and warm blankets. He opened his mouth to speak but you quickly placed a finger over his lips.

“I have one more episode before this season is finished, give me forty minutes and you’ll have my complete and utter attention,” You removed the finger from his mouth and held up your pointer and middle finger in the air. “Scouts honor.”

Osamu didn’t object, he let you do as you pleased-- he enjoyed the fact you were sitting in his lap while engrossed in The Vampire Diaries, his arms encircled your torso and held you close to his built but considerably sweaty, body.

He entertained himself by texting his brother or scrolling down Facebook aimlessly, exhaling deeply whenever he saw a funny meme. He wanted to show you the deep fried minion meme but he knew that you were too engrossed in your terrible CW drama. 

“I knew it! I knew that was going to happen! This show is such bullshit, next season better be better or I won’t watch it anymore!” you huffed, slouching into Osamu.

He sighed and circled his thumbs on your waist. “You say that after each season.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but maybe next season’s gonna get better.”

Sniffing the air, you whipped your head and stared at Osamu’s confused expression. “Why do you smell like you haven’t taken a shower?”

“‘Cause I came here straight from practice, figured you’d want me here soon as possible.”

The glimmer of a thought ran through your mind and went straight to your mouth. “Can I take a shower with you?”

Osamu smiled lightly, “Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart. C’mon, get up.”

You giddly jumped from his lap and to the floor, waiting for him to stand before ushering him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind the both of you. The gray haired boy wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed his face into your shoulder.

“‘Samu, you smell like a teenagers sock drawer, let go so we can get clean.” you sighed happily, leaning into his embrace.

“Just missed ya’, is all.” he breathed, letting go of you.

The two of you stripped of your clothes, leaving them piled on the tiled floor. You opened the glass door of the standing shower and invited Osamu in, taking close attention to his nicely defined torso and toned legs, zoning in on his cock, which was already half hard.

Ice cold water spouting from the shower head caused you to yelp, but it was quickly replaced with a steady, warm stream. As soon as Osamu and yourself agreed with the water temperature, you turned around to face him. 

“It should be illegal to be that hot.” you commented quietly, cupping his face with your hands before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

He chuckled before returning the kiss, dipping both of your heads under the downpour of water. You giggled into the kiss, breaking it to take a gulp of air, trying to avoid getting water in your mouth.

Osamu’s hands slowly cupped your breasts, his thumbs going to swirl your hardened nipples. Your breath hitched, leaning into him and your back arching. He claimed your mouth with his once more, licking your lip, asking for an entrance.

You obliged, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his hands didn’t seize their antagonizing slow assault on your breasts. Your hands trailed from his face to his hair, tugging on his dark locks lightly, bringing him closer to your body. He groaned into the kiss, groping your breasts harder.

“Osamu…” you hushed, pleasure dripping from your words. 

One of his hands continued their playing while his other one dipped to your throbbing sex, taking his time to spread your outer lips and plunge a finger into your pussy.

You gripped his shoulders, pleasure slowly rising and your stomach becoming warmer by the seconds. Osamu was relentless, adding another finger into you and proceeded to curl them as he thrusted. 

“Fuck, ‘Samu,” you moaned, your back hitting the shower wall.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re needy,” he praised quietly, removing his fingers and bringing them to his lips, licking his digits clean. “Guess I should give ya’ want ya’ want.”

His cock was more than hard, you could see it twitch with excitement. You went to grab his member before he grabbed your hand, stopping your actions. “Turn ‘round for me, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t just ignore him when his voice is low and raspy-- you’d pay him to talk to you for hours when his voice got like that, but then again, his voice got like that whenever he was ready to fuck you into oblivion.

Turning around, he bent your torso and had you brace yourself against the shower wall with your hands. If this were any other time, you’d be teasing him, but at the moment all you needed was to be fucked until you couldn’t stand.

Osamu’s hands gripped your ass with one hand and lined himself with your drenched hole with the other. Before you could hurry him up, he slammed himself into you, knocking the breath from your lungs.

He set the pace, with quick, hard thrusts that barely gave you time to recuperate. Your legs shook as you moaned in ecstasy, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts. 

“I thought about this all day,” he groaned. “‘Bout how tight you’d be for me, and how you’d sound for me.”

You bit your lip and moaned, “Osamu, please! Please fuck me harder!”

He stopped his breakneck pace mid stroke and leaned over your back, his heavy, warm breath in your ear. “Ya’ sure you can handle it?” 

“Yes, please just ruin me already!” 

Osamu’s hips snapped harshly, his speed increasing tenfold. You could barely withhold your weight, but once his thumb met your clit, you thought you'd fall. 

His balls slapped against your ass as he continued to wreck your pussy, his grunts and groans going straight to your sopping cunt. Your pussy clenched against his cock and your lower stomach growing a tight knot. 

With a couple more thrusts, your pussy clamped around his cock, cumming around him. You swore you saw lights, your legs shaking as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Osamu stopped prodding your clit with his hand and gripped your hips, bringing you back into his cock.

“Osamu! Fuck, God, please!” you moaned, your body still sensitive from your orgasm.

He pounding into your cervix, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’re going to have bruises in the morning. “Say it again.”

“Osamu!” Your forehead rested against the shower wall as your boyfriend used you as a cocksleeve.

“That’s right, Y/n, I’m the one that’s fuckin’ ya’ this good.”

Your second orgasm was approaching quickly, and you could tell Osamu was reaching his soon, as his pace lost rhythm, his thrusts more erratic. Your cunt squeezed his cock with your second orgasm, garnering his own release.

He held your hips close to his, your pussy milking him for all he has. He gave a few more weak thrusts, riding out his orgasm before removing himself from you and helping you stand. He brushed hair from your face and looked deeply into your eyes.

“You good?”

You nodded, a lazy smile on your lips.

“Yeah, more than good. Now, let’s get cleaned up, season five is waiting for us downstairs.”

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[mushkasstuff]

So... if I should continue this just tell me but imma just put this out here..

content: Osamu x reader

Warnings: Smut, talk of pet/ownership, possessiveness and, public fingering...

Oh she's such a bitch. You wanted to beat her fucking face in. The way she blatantly flirts with Osamu infront of you.  A part if you knows it's dumb to be mad about it because you're both just close friends and nothing more. But.. on the other hand... he's yours. How dare she think she can try moves on him.

"Hey Osamu~" You sing walking over with an extra pep to your step. The girl gives you a challenging look and you give one right back to her. Your hand runs up Osamus strong arm and grabs at his bicep muscles then you link arms and smile at the girl. "Who's this?" You question a bit too nice for Osamus liking.

"This is Mika... from the cheer squad" He lets out hesatintly. Of course shes on the cheer squad, you think. Being a band kid who constantly plays in pep band for games they always intrupt you... bitches.

"And who are you?" She smiles looking over to you trying to seem innocent.

"oh.. no one important.." You sing out laying your head on Osamus arm being too short to reach his shoulder. Osamu lifts up his brows amused and smirks.

"Mika here was just asking if I wanted to grab something to eat but I told her we were gonna hang ou-"

"Thats fine Samu I can just go with right?" You ask giving the girl a small glare. Osamu disguises a chuckle as clearing his throat before he speaks.

"Mika is that okay?" He looks down to the girl who was just glaring at you but is niw all the sudden the brightest human being in the world.

"Perfectly fine!" she smiled pulling out her phone. "We have to take the bus to get to the resturant though"

"Good with us" Osamu answered for you. You let go of him adjusting your bag...

When the three of you got on the bus there were two seats left. The girl went to the window seat and Osamu sat next to her.

"Looks like you'll have to stand" she stated giving you a winning smirk. Just as you were gonna go grab onto a pole Osamu grabs your hand.

"She could just sit here" He pats his lap with his other hand and you swing one leg over and sit on his lap. The girl looks shocked and.. I mean you were to but you couldn't show it right now. This is about marking your territory. As the bus started Osamu whispered "hold on" to you and the bus lurched forward sending you slamming into his chest. You felt is arms immediatly go around your waist and pull you up his lap to keep you close but just as he did so the zipper on his jeans slid along your clit. You let out a small squeak and played it off like you were shock because of the bus but Osamu knew better. Every turn he would do it again playing it off as keeping you from tumbling.  You were resisting the urge to grind and get friction as the bus continued to move . But when it was your stop you immediatly shot up ready to get off.

"That bad huh?"Osamu teased leading you and Mika out of the bus and into the resturant.

"Horrible" You exaggerated, just to fuck around and when you sat next to him at the table his big ass hand grasped your thigh causing you to jolt.

"Don't act like a whore and you'll be fine" he whispered massaging the flesh as he looked at the menu. The bitch went on and on about the exciting new cheer they learned and Osamu pretended to be intrested as his hand slowly moved up. You shifted a bit until the waiter walked over and he withdrew from you to order. He ordered some sort of rice bowl. You weren't paying  attention.. mostly due to the fact you looked down and saw a buldge forming in his jeans. 

"y/n you gonna order?" Osamus voice boomed through your head like a purley base song playing through loud ass earbuds making you jump from your mindscape.

"I'll just have the classic ramen please" You said collecting yourself nicely. The waiter nodded jotting down your order then walking off. Mika of course opened her big ass mouth again talking about some upcoming competition she had. Osamu nodded now and then to show a little intrest but his hand said otherwise as it slipped to your inner thigh under your skirt and fingers slowly went under your last garment sliding up in between your folds. You held in a gasp as your own hand grabbed onto his wrist silently telling him to chill out. Mika excused herself to the restroom and when you were sure she was gone you looked at Osamu.

"Whag are yo-" You choked on the last word as he slid in one long and thick finger into your cunt with a small groan.

"Don't treat me like property. If anyone belongs to the other it's you being my bitch understand?" He had this dark auroa to him that made you wanna cower in fear. When he figured out you weren't gonna reply he curled his finger making you to let out a small gasp. "Answer when your damn owner talks to you" He growled out and you were quick yo nod.

"I- I understand" You stuttered. Mika got back to the table taking her seat just as the water set down your food.

"What're you both on about?" She ask thanking the waiter. But before you could answer Osamu does first.

"Just about our upcoming presentation for french" He said confidantly. You smiled and nodded breaking your chopsticks apart ready to eat your ramen and juat forget about whays currently inside of you.  He managed to break his own chopsticks with one hand and start eating from his rice bowl. Right before you took a bite of your ramen another finger worked its way inside of you causing you to drop your chopsticks into the ramen bowl. Mika stared confused for a few seconds but just rolled her eyes at you and went back to her own food.

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Mirrors: Beauty

Paring: Bokuto x OC

Genre: Angst, slight smut

Warnings: underage drinking, smoking, sexual themes, alcohol, drugs, partying, language, cross-faded, intoxication, abuse of substance

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"I am melting out here." I drag my complaint out to the blonde next to me. Her turquoise eyes turn to me with amusement. Sweat beats down her temple as she smiles. "Yeah, it's hotter than Hades ballsack."

Even though I'm in shorts that barely cover my behind and a spaghetti strap crop top that shows the entirety of my stomach, sweat still covers every inch of my skin. I haven't even been dancing that much tonight but it feels like I've been moving nonstop. Florida heat ain't no joke and the loud tunes from the speakers only make the hot air feel more excruciating.  

Sabrina is clad in much similar clothing as me but her ivory skin is flushed with red as wet droplets race down her neck. "I don't know how Monica is still dancing." She chortles. "She's like a feral animal."

I smirk. "Yeah, I think she stole all the energy when we were in the womb together." Even though I joke, I know I can be as energetic as her when the time comes. The only reason why I'm off to the side is because I'm not nearly as intoxicated or have a boyfriend to grind on like she does.

"Well, Akaashi seems to be enjoying her." Sabrina mutters.

I look at the crowd that's forming around my twin sister. Her caramel skin is drenched in sweat but a smile is plastered along her plump lips. The tight black coils we share bounce as her body moves to the beat of the song that's playing. They bounce so freely it's like they have a mind of their own.

Her eyes are shut momentarily but when they flutter open, her autumn eyes are revealed. They're slightly red from the alcohol and weed she's been consuming but they still gleam with excitement. Her barely covered bottom is pressed against her boyfriend's crotch as his arms are wrapped around her waist. They grind and twerk together without a single care for the crowd that is hyping them up.

Even though we are identical twins, I've always thought Monica was more beautiful. Maybe it's the way she's unconditionally herself, or maybe it's because she has a refined sense of humor—maybe it's simply because I lack the confidence, regardless she's always been more beautiful. Mama always tells us we're equally beautiful, but I think that's a lie. It's evident in the way I'm off in the corner sulking.

"You should join her." Sabrina nudges me. My round eyes scowl at her. "Has the heat gotten to you that bad? There's no way I'm joining."

Sabrina's straight lips curl into a grin. I roll my eyes at her amusement, she loves to see me embarrassed. "Come on, you're just as sexy as Monica. I don't know why you act like you aren't."

"Because I'm not," I mumble under my breath. "It's too hot for that," I say louder. "And I'd rather not melt my face off." I joke to stray away from my insecurities.

I don't know how I have the same body as Monica but can't flaunt it like she does. We both have big breasts that we struggle to fit into bras, wide hips that plenty of girls crave, and voluptuous butts that every guy in Florida dreams of holding. Monica shows hers off by wearing tight shirts and pants while I shun my away under baggy pants and oversized shirts and hoodies. Tonight is one of the few nights I let my body show, but that's only because I didn't want to die from heatstroke.

"Veronica, don't use the heat as an excuse." I look up at Sabrina when I hear her sharp tone. "It could be the perfect temperature and you'd still be off to the side instead of broadcasting the hot body you own." She switches to a sulking tone. "I'm jealous you know. I'm skinnier than a lamppost."

I bite back my giggle. Between Monica and me, Sabrina does look like a lamppost.

"But I want you to stop being so insecure." She resumes her older sister tone. "You're truly beautiful and I want you to start acting like that."

When I met her glaring eyes, I look at my sandals in the sand. Sabrina isn't the type to be disappointed often, so when I see disappointment reflecting in her eyes I can't help but look away.

"Bri...." I stutter. "Don't worry about it. I'll gain my confidence eventually." I mutter as I look back at Monica who has her hands on her knees as her butt bounces on Akaashi's groin. My lips form an "ou" but no sound comes out. My body stiffens when I see a familiar standing in my peripheral.

I didn't think I could get any hotter but I do. My crush since 8th grade is shirtless with black cargo shorts hugging his waist. All the moisture in my throat evaporates into the beating air. I'm not even directly looking at him, but I can see his sculpted abs glistening from the rays of the moon and sweat. His biceps and triceps contract when he lifts his red Styrofoam cup to his lips. I watch as his Adam's apple bobs as he downs whatever is in his cup, probably beer.

I shutter when the substance leaves wetness on his pink lips. Those pink lips plague my brain on a daily. I think about how soft they'd be to touch. I think about how they'd feel on my skin if he were to leave a trail of wet kisses. I wonder how they'd feel on my lips and how his tongue would roam every inch of my gaping mouth. Lastly, I think about how they'd feel sucking on the muscle between my legs.

The thought has me gripping onto Sabrina's arm.

"Girl—what are you—" She stops when she sees my panicked expression. Sabrina has been around Monica and I long enough to know when a crush is nearby. She skims the area before her ocean eyes land on the brute boy minding his business. When did he even get there? I could have sworn I saw him and his friends on the other side of the beach. He's alone which is odd. Koutaro Bokuto is known to have an entourage attached to him at all times.

A mischievous grin forms on Sabrina's face. I can already predict what she's thinking. "Sabrina. Don't even think—-"

"Hey, Bokuto!"

Sabrina frantically waves her arms catching the male's attention. I shoot a look of pure poison at Sabrina. Murder isn't even the proper action to describe what I want to do to her.

My knees wobble when he half turns in our direction. His golden hues seem much brighter as the moonlight cascades onto his flawless face. I'm breathless by the way his sweat glistens in the light. He pinches his gray browns at us and it's so sexy that it should be illegal. Once he deceivers who we are he saunters over.

My nerves race inside my body as I watch his every step closely. Despite my fighting, I'm trapped in a trace as I watch him move. His muscles move effortlessly with his body and I find my heartbeat erratic as his bold eyes bounce between Sabrina and I.

"Hey, you two" I flinch at his deep voice invading my personal space. I don't know if it's because of the atmosphere of the night but his voice seems to cut deeper into me than usual. "Are you two enjoying yourselves?"

When he's looking at Sabrina, I take a moment to look up at him. His silky salt-and-pepper hair is starting to fall across his forehead. It's an unfamiliar sight to behold. Normally his hair is lathered in gel as it sticks up at the top of his head. I guess he's been sweating too much that it's starting to come down. The front strands of his hair hang low, barely covering his eyes making him look more desirable.

I feel like throwing up.

"Yeah," I choke out. "But I kind of want to leave."

The late summer air is starting to feel overwhelming. It only adds to my frustration. I'm frustrated that I'm the uglier twin. With Bokuto standing so close, it only makes that more apparent to me. He's out of my league and I have no chance of being with him.

"What?" Sabrina glances at her phone. "It's barely 10:30. You want to go home already?"

When Bokuto's light hues land on me, I jerk my head to the side. "I didn't say I want to go home," I clarify while shaking my head. "I just want to leave."

I don't want to go home. All I'll do is sulk in my sheets and cry myself to sleep. But I don't have any other place to go. I could go to Sabrina's but I don't want to deal with her younger brother who thinks he has a chance with me.

I can't even go home even if I wanted to. Monica drove us here and I know Akaashi will drive her back to his place. I don't mind spending the night at his place, but I'd rather not hear Monica's moans through the wall.

"I want to leave too." Bokuto's distinct voice cuts through my thoughts. I hold my breath to look at him momentarily. There isn't a hint of sarcasm in his eyes which surprises me.

Bokuto is the life of the party wherever he goes. He could go to a party not knowing anyone and leave with the hearts of everyone. His boisterous personality draws people in and his charisma keeps them from leaving. He's the definition of an extrovert, having no problem displaying himself in front of a group. He's reckless and his friends are the ones that have to drag him away from a party. Him wanting to leave on his own is truly unheard of.

I want to ask him why but his blazing eyes have my lips sealed. Not only that, but he seems agitated. The usual spark in his eyes is replaced with restlessness. Like there's an ongoing war happening in his mind and he's desperately trying to escape. The lines next to and underneath his eyes tell me that he's exhausted which is a contrast to how I saw him twenty minutes ago drinking with his best friends.

Even though there's barely any light, I can see the raging storm in his eyes.

"You don't live far from here, right?" Sabrina interjects with a smirk. I swear I'm going to have her head sometime this week.

Bokuto nods causing a few more strands of hair to fall. He stuffs a hand in his pocket and releases a heavy sigh. The more and more his hair deflates, more anxious he becomes.

"Yeah," He responds flatly. "I do."

My organs halt when his eyes flicker to me. "Do you want to come to my house? I can take you home whenever you want." He offers.

My mouth literally drops. Sabrina stifles her laugh and plays it off as a cough. I'm frozen by his words and I swear my heart has stopped. I've been to his house once a year ago but that doesn't even count. I stayed in the car while Akaashi retrieved whatever he left at Bokuto's house, I think it was a charger--anyways, the thought of being alone with him sends my breath into overdrive.

I almost decline but some unknown force pulls out an 'okay' against my will.

Nodding at my approval, Bokuto gestures his head toward the crowd. "Come on, let's grab my shirt and go." He turns and I mindlessly follow after him. I look back at Sabrina who is grinning and waggling her eyebrows at me.

'You got this girl.' She mouths earning an eye roll from me.

I continue to follow behind Bokuto until we are at the edge of the crowd. His back is refined and I almost reach my hand out to glide my fingers across his smooth skin. It's obvious that he keeps his shape intact by the way his muscles protrude from underneath his skin. I guess it's the body that comes with being one of the top volleyball players in the country.

I stop moving when we reach the start of the crowd. Sweaty, drunk, and horny teenagers are jumping and screaming creating a mosh pit on the beach. I loathe navigating through crowds, especially crowds like these. I normally latch onto Sabrina or Monica as they take the lead but it would be awkward for me to do that with Bokuto.

Sensing my hesitation, Bokuto glances in my direction. I curl my toes at the intensity embedded in his stare. He faces the crowd again and I look down at his fingers. They're motioning for me to come closer and order me to place my hand in his. I don't know how I went from sulking about how I'll never be with him to placing my fingertips into his palm.

Every electron in my body ignites when our skins collide with each other. His warmth sends chills down my arms and suddenly the scorching air feels frozen. He grips my hand and tugs me close. I can smell the cedar from his cologne mixed with the beer from his cup. It's an intoxicating smell making me feel drunk even though I had a sip of Sabrina's beer earlier.

"Don't let go." Bokuto orders and I sheepishly pipe out an 'okay'.

We plunge into the flock of teens and he guides our every step. We push against people but I don't feel their sweat on my body at all. All I can feel is the tiny connection Bokuto and I share with our fingers. Even though people are screeching into my ear, I can only hear the rapid beat of my heart. Kids surround me, but they all fade to black as I focus on the handsome boy in front of me.

I never really looked at him from behind; especially not this close, but it's starting to become my favorite thing.

After fighting against the crowd, we finally emerge on the other side. I take a breath of fresh air realizing how difficult it was to breathe in the cluster of people. I begin to slip my hand from his but he grips me back in. I look at the back of his hand with surprise coating my eyes.

He wants to hold my hand?

He continues to lead until we walk up to his group of friends. They're all sitting in the sand; some hold blunts in their hands, some hold drinks. I recognize all of them as I've shared classes with them over the years. I've always felt intimidated by Bokuto's friend group even though Monica is a part of it. She is dating Bokuto's best friend.

"Kuroo."

The long ravennette opens one eye at his name being called. He's laying in the sand with his girlfriend resting on top of his broad chest. Gabby and Kuroo have been a couple for as long as I can remember. They've been labeled as 'Bonnie & Clyde' as their dates oftentimes contain them indulging in illegal activities. They both just got off probation recently.

"What?" He responds irritated from being woken.

"Where is my shirt?" Bokuto replies back with the same irritable tone.

Kuroo opens his other eye and shifts the attention to the male to the left of him. "Sugawara is using it as a pillow." He tells him before shutting his eyes and drifting back into his slumber.

Bokuto moves toward Sugawara whose also sleeping like Kuroo. His girlfriend, Maya sits next to his head as she plays with his dark hair. Her glossy eyes seem to be disconnected. She's drunk I conclude when I see bottles next to her. Maya is known to be a feen for alcohol while her boyfriend can't seem to abide by the law. I remember being shocked when his natural gray hair was dyed black after spending a year in juvie. I was even more shocked when I heard Maya stayed with him the whole time.  

Bokuto nudges Sugawara's foot to wake him. "Give me my shirt." He demands dryly.

Sugawara's dark hazel eyes flutter open. "Why? It's a nice pillow." His groggy voice says.

"You leaving?"

A boy's voice presses from the left of Sugawara. Iwaizumi, a light-skinned boy with brown spikey hair and piercings has his eyebrow raised at Bokuto. Dixie, his girlfriend, sits in his lap and mimics Iwaizumi’s expression at me with bloodshot red eyes. I don't know too much about these two. That's mainly because they never appear at school but are present at every party that's thrown. I only ever hear about them through Monica.

Bokuto nods. "I am."

"What!?" A wild female voice hollers from the left of Kuroo. A light-skinned girl with a flushed face and arms wrapped around a skinny blonde boy glares at Bokuto. "You're so boring!! The partttyyyy is just getting starttttedddd."

Michelle and Tsukishima are the only freshmen in the entirety of Anglewood Highschool that have the privilege of hanging with seniors. Especially with seniors as notorious as this bunch. Tsukishima's parents give him a lot of money so he's the one who funds when the group wants to do something. And Michelle...well...she's a drug addict...at the age of 14.

This group is truly dysfunctional and I scolded Monica for becoming a part of it. But I trust her to make smart decisions and threatened Akaashi that if something were to happen to her, he can kiss his balls goodbye.

"You're annoyingly loud, Michelle." Bokuto snaps. "Kindly shut up."

Michelle responds by raising both her middle fingers at him I don't even register it though. I'm too busy focusing on the pool that dripped between my legs at the tone of Bokuto's voice. I know it's wrong to admit but he's so hot when he's mad. His hair is completely down now and I wonder why he doesn't wear it down more often.

"What's up with you?" Kuroo questions. "No need to get snappy."

"Buzz off," Bokuto mutters to his best friend.

"Whyyyy arreee yoouuu wittth Kaashi's girllll?" Maya slurs her words as her eyes gaze upon me. "He gonn beat you up for thattt." She laughs over her words.

"Dummy," Gabby rises her head and laughs with Maya. "That's Moni's twin, Veronica."

"Oh."

Maya and Gabby topple over with laughter at Maya's mistake. Tears roll down their cheeks as they find mistaking me for Monica the most hilarious thing on the planet. It stings my pride but it wouldn't be the first. I hide my embarrassment by shying behind Bokuto. I don't know why but their laughter makes a lump form in my throat.

Bokuto glances behind and scowls when he sees my shy eyes looking at the sand. He looks back at his friends and glares at the two girls. He lets go of my hand and I almost cry at the empty feeling that washes over me.  

He angrily shuffles his feet in the sand as he walks between Sugawara and Kuroo. He bends down and harshly swipes his black t-shirt from Sugawara's head. I hear him grumble a swear word as he does.

"Hey!" Sugawara shouts as he sits up. "What's your problem?" Sugawara rises to his feet and stands in front of Bokuto. "Mad that you couldn't bang Monica so you have to go for her lame twin instead!?"

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry, you'll only prove his point. I swallow the enormous lump in my throat and clench my fists. I know everyone saw me as the lame twin but hearing it cuts to my core. The little confidence I gained when Bokuto's hand was attached to mine disappears into thin air.

I'm not sad for long before Bokuto's fist is flying through the air. It's centimeters away from connecting to Sugawara's jaw before it's yanked away. Kuroo is swift with his movements as he pulls Bokuto away from Sugawara.

"What the f—" Kuroo curses as Bokuto struggles against his hold. "What is wrong with you, Bokuto!?"

Bokuto breaks from Kuroo's grasp. Maybe if Kuroo wasn't inebriated and high, that wouldn't have happened. Instead of throwing another punch at the juvenile, he turns on his heels and heads for me. My muscles tense when I feel the raging heat surrounding his body. I want to touch him to calm him down but I'm scared I'll get burned.

"Let's go." His tight order has me jumping in my skin. He grabs my wrist and I brace myself for the roughness but it never comes. He's pissed but he handles me with care. He doesn't yank me along, instead, he patiently waits for me to move.

It's so minuscule but it summons butterflies in my stomach. The fact that he was going to fight his close friend for my sake has me blushing on the inside and out.

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The walk to Bokuto's house is only 10 minutes but it felt like an eternity. He didn't utter a single word to me. He just kept the lead while his hand stayed intertwined with mine. I wanted to ask what he's so irritated about but my voice is locked away in my throat. I wanted to ask why he defended me. We've only talked a few of times before but that isn't enough reason to throw punches at a close friend for my sake.

Bokuto lives in a lovely beach house on the coast of Panama City Beach. It's in a relatively wealthy area. It's clear his family has money and I wonder why he attends such a trashy school like Anglewood.

The house has the beach as its front yard and from the way it's so quiet, I think his family owns this section of the beach. I'm jealous. I love feeling the grainy sand between my toes as the waves crash against each other. Monica is terrified of the ocean but I love it.

We step inside and he immediately turns on the lights. I gaze upon the various modern decorations and furniture that take up space, making the house feel full. The white and blue theme is scattered across the house reflecting in the couch cushions, the rug, and the ornaments on the walls. When I walk deeper into the house, I see family photos hung on the white-painted walls.

Bokuto has two older sisters but I've never seen what they look like until now. There's a portrait of the three smiling into the camera. I'm assuming the oldest, stands in the middle with Bokuto to her right and the other sister to her left. The eldest has hair white as snow in contrast to the middle sister whose hair is black as night. Bokuto's hair is a perfect mixture of theirs. They all share the same angular eyes with royal hues.

Next to that photo is their parents. The oldest sister shares their mom's pale hair color. It's so white that it looks bleached and transparent. She has a skinny build but she stands tall. Her sharp slanted eyes look foreign to me as they weren't inherited by her kids. Her strong jawline is being held high and her lips are pursed into a straight line. She didn't bother smiling for the photo at all. She outshines her husband who stands next to her with a somber expression. His hair is midnight black and his angular eyes are a direct copy of his children.

Everything about this couple screams money. They were born into it and would fight to the death to keep it. I glance around the house once more before looking back at the parent's photo. Even though their house is open and welcoming, nothing about them feels that way.

I look in front of me at Bokuto whose standing at the entrance of the living room. Bokuto is full of energy and excitement, but his parents are seem so...boring.

"I'm going to wash my hair," he says blankly. "My bedroom is upstairs; it's the last room to the left. You can play whatever you want on the TV. If you're hungry, you can eat what you want from the kitchen." He tells me before disappearing down a hallway.

I question why he immediately directed me to his bedroom instead of offering me the living room. Then I remember how uptight his parents looked. If they were to come home and smell weed and alcohol on their furniture, they'd lose it.

Not feeling for any food, I follow Bokuto's directions to his bedroom. I inhale deeply before I push it open. My nerves come alive as I step into my crushes room for the first and probably the last time. I flick on the light switch and gasp when I breathe in the air.

It smells just like him in here. It's like he's morphed into the air and is all around me. The perfect mixture of cedar and cinnamon lingers in the atmosphere almost bringing me to my knees. His walls are painted orange—which I find ugly, but it's hard to see underneath the wall decorations.

Volleyball trophies and medals hang on his wall. Volleyball truly is his passion, the evidence is in how he displays his achievements and has famous volleyball player posters on his walls. A dark wood dresser is in front of his bed and on top of it is a large flat-screen TV. His room is a little messy with clothes and random stuff sprawled on the floor but I don't hold it against him. He's a teenage boy after all.

When I look upon his bed, a fluttering feeling captures my body. It's a dark wood king-sized bed with dark blue sheets draping from it. The duvet is pulled down and it doesn't look like it's touched often. I smile to myself. He's like me and sleeps without it. Monica says I'm weird for it but I feel suffocated under them. I only sleep with a soft thin blanket and it seems like Bokuto does the same.

I want to fall onto his bed and wrap myself in his sheets. I want to hold what he holds every night close to my body. My imagination spirals; I wonder what he would do if he saw me touching myself on his bed. I know that's terrible to think but the thought of him seeing me that way gets me going.

I won't do it though, I'm too scared.

I walk to his bed and press myself against the sheets. His mattress is soft like a bag of feathers. It's the type of mattress that you sink into as it wraps itself around you and soothes your tense muscles. I wonder how many girls he's brought into this bed. How many girls he's screwed and then ghosted the next day. I've heard of his dating habits and how it's nonexistent.

Bokuto is a playboy. That's why I've stayed away from him. I'd be utterly heartbroken if he were to leave me high and dry.

I'd have no one to blame but myself. I don't have outstanding qualities like Monica that would make him want to stick around. Once again, I compare myself to my sister. The words Sugawara said earlier latch onto my heart and twist it. I really am pathetic and lame but I don't appreciate it being shouted for the whole world to hear.

I take a deep breath in but it's shaky and tears brim around my eyes. I sit in the middle of Bokuto's bed and let my tears fall. I should've just gone home. I didn't want to sulk but here I am doing it anyways.

"I hope you aren't crying because of what Sugawara said."

I jump at Bokuto's gravelly voice cutting through my tears. I quickly wipe my tears away and stutter. "I-I wasn't."

He's changed into black sweatpants that squeeze his waist so seductively that it turns me on even as I cry. He's in a basic gray t-shirt but with his yin-and-yang hair sticking to his forehead, he looks ethereal.

I don't know what force pulled that approval out of me earlier but I'm regretting it. This is so embarrassing. My crush of 3 years just walked in on me crying like a baby on his bed.

He saunters over before he leans, evading my personal space. "Don't lie to me." He whispers into my ear. "I don't like liars."

My breath hitches when his breath touches my skin. I can't tell if he's concerned for me or trying to seduce me. Either way, I like it and I break by telling him the truth.

"Okay," I admit. "I was." I let out an exhausted sigh. "I mean how could I not? The truth hurts."

"Lies hurt too." He leans away and climbs onto his bed. I scooch to give him his space but the grabbing of my thigh stops me. "It's up to you to differentiate between the two. Just because it hurts doesn't mean it's true."

I pause, reflecting on his words. It's going to take more than a piece of advice to build my broken confidence but it's a start.

"Do you think I am?"

"Think you're what?"

"The uglier and lame twin." I blurt.

His eyes connect with me. His rosy lips part and his smokey brows rise. I watch him as his broad shoulders rise and fall when he takes in deep breaths. He blinks at me before his hand is running up my exposed thigh. I breathe air into the back of my throat at the sensation his fingers bring. My blood races when his digits reach the bottom of my denim shorts.

"Not at all." He murmurs breathlessly after what felt like hours. "I never have."

Mama says don't take validation from no man but I can't help it. Bokuto's truths have me believing I can be a vogue model.

He inches closer. I can feel his breath on my lips. The smell of beer infiltrates my nostrils but I don't care. I'll drown in the smell if it means he's close to me.

"Why do you degrade yourself?" He asks quietly. "And why do you stray away from your feelings?"

His hard questions leave another lump in my throat. Gosh, I'm so tired of crying tonight. I have an answer for both questions, I just don't want to say them. For the first one, I never degraded myself first. Someone did and I accepted it as true. And for the second one, all I can think of is Solange's Cranes in the Sky, 'Sometimes I don't want to feel those metal clouds.'  Those ugly emotions being degraded brought me are unbearable. I'd rather run than confront them.

Luckily, his questions were rhetorical and he wasn't expecting an answer. He leans in again and I think he's going to kiss me. He does kiss me, but not on my lips. He dips his head and brushes his lips on my collarbone. I suck air through my teeth when I feel his lips dance against my honey-colored skin.

"Why don't you see how astonishing you are?" He questions against my skin. "I wish I could give you my eyes."

"Why?" I barely croak out when his wet lips trail up my neck.

I feel him smirk against me. "So you can see what I see, of course. Which is nothing but pure beauty."

I not only gasp at his words but at his sucking on my neck. I've never really experienced foreplay before. The guys I've been with jump right into sex not caring about it. I remember Monica saying that her favorite thing about Akaashi's sex is the foreplay and aftercare. She said he makes her feel like a star and I always longed for that.

"Tell me, darling, do you feel beautiful?"

The affectionate name has me releasing a soft sigh. I feel tears forming in my eyes, not from sadness, but from high desire. I'm chasing after the bliss I know he'll bring to my body and it brings tears when I think of how good it'll feel.

When I don't answer he stops his movements. I whine when his perfect lips disconnect from me.

"Answer me." His assertiveness has me clenching my legs together.

I shake my head. "No, I don't." I answer honestly. I haven't felt beautiful since 9th grade.

His languid breaths occupy my space. I can't tell the effect my honest truth has on him. His royal eyes bounce to my lips which are burning to feel him. He bites his own lips before diving in. He captures me in a kiss that takes all my breath away. It takes away every breath I'll ever have away. I grip onto his sheets as electricity courses through every crevice of my body. He bites down on my lower lips and a moan leaves my throat. He tilts my head slightly giving his tongue a better angle to roam my unexplored mouth. He groans when my free hand runs up his forearm.

I feel like my body is the ocean waves outside and he's lightning in a raging storm. When he touches me, my waves push against each other in abnormal way and they can't find the will to stop. The hand that rests on my thigh travels to my cheek.

"Do you want me to make you feel beautiful?"

He looks at me through half-lidded eyes. I see the burning desire resonating in his bright eyes. No one has ever desired me as much as Bokuto does in this moment. When did this desire appear? He's never paid attention to me like this, so what changed?

Doesn't matter, all I know is that I'm nodding my head.

"Yes."

Something snaps beneath his eyes. In a swift motion, his shirt is off his body and thrown to the side. His eyes connect with mine and a seductive brow is raised at me. He licks his lips and my body begins to weep for him.

"Then you better lay down."

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Next Chapter: Forgotten

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[suna-reversed]

Hello I came to request # 74) “Wow, I think you’re blushing even redder than the vibrator inside you.” from your nsfw prompt list. Where kenma tied us up with a vibrator(maybe other toys) and then left to do a stream and when he returns we are a overestimated mess and then he fucks us with the vibrant still in.

Post Timeskip! KENMA X F! READER// nsfw!!

warnings/tags- unprotected sex, role-play, overstimulation, nipple play, use of sex toys, light degradation, kenma calling the reader “bunny”

timeskip!spoilers

(art credit in picture)

- Kenma had always been big on role-play right from the first time you got intimate with each other. 

- So it was no new thing for you to surprise him every now and then dressed up in different costumes. 

- This time, you had dressed yourself in a set of black lace lingerie, black knee high socks with white stripes across the top and your personal favourite- black bunny ears that matched the little bunny design on the collar around your throat. 

- What you were not expecting as you walked into your shared bedroom, ready to surprise your boyfriend, was to be met with your own self on the camera screen, his own shock-filled eyes meeting yours through it. 

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He was quick to turn the camera off, shutting off his live-stream that had at least a few thousand viewers. You stood there stunned, nervously fidgeting with your fingers as you gave him a guilty smile, 

“I- I thought you weren’t streaming today.”

Kenma didn’t reply, instead raking his eyes all over your body, reaching out a hand for you to grab so that he could pull you into his lap. His finger traced the outline of the bunny ears, sliding down your face to flick your nose lightly, making you smile. 

How could he be mad at you? 

Well, he wasn’t. At least not until he opened his phone, planning to send a quick text to his manager about the situation before he fucked you senseless. Instead, he found his stream comments flooded with people. Comments that seemed to get progressively worse. 

“Who would’ve thought gamer boy was into that freaky shit.”

“Damn, I’d never leave the bed if that’s what was waiting for me.”

“Bet I can fuck her better than him...what I wouldn't give to choke her.”

You saw a few of the comments too from where your head rested on his chest. You squeaked as the gentle hold around your throat tightened. Kenma putting his phone aside with force, growling a low, “Get on the bed now, bunny.” into your ear that immediately sent you scrambling up to go lay back on the mattress. You watched him pull back his hair with a tie as he walked over to the closet, bending down to pull out a box filled with objects you were way too familiar with. You hear him rumbling around but you don’t see what he’s gotten as he walks up to you with his hands behind his back. 

“Close your eyes.”

You do as you’re told, and soon after you feel him lift your head slightly to slide down a velvety fabric over your eyes, blinding you. Next, it’s your wrists that are cuffed up to the headboard. You can tell Kenma is in no hurry as he takes his time running his hands all over your body, making you squirm desperately as you feel a damp spot growing on your panties. 

“I’ve barely done anything and you’re already so fucking wet” Kenma says while clicking his tongue. You only writhe around more in response, whines falling from your mouth. 

You gasp as a sharp slap comes down on your lace-clad mound. 

“Good bunnies don’t make noises, do they?” 

You still your body, muffling a moan as he pinches your nipples. 

“Good girl.” He says while humming appreciatively. “But I still think you need a punishment for the mess you just caused.” 

Your body shakes out of both anticipation and fear as you nod your head rapidly. Before you can even think of what he’s going to do, the sound of fabric ripping is heard in the air as his hands tear off the flimsy lace of your bra. This time, you’re not able to contain a shriek as something cold and metal clamps down on both of your nipples. That only results in Kenma pulling on the chain connecting the metal clamps on your sensitive nubs.

“Such a disobedient slut. Maybe I should just let one of those turds in the comment section fuck you, huh? Fill you up with their disgusting seed over and again when they won’t even be making you cum once?”

You shook your head, tears of shame welling up in your eyes and now streaming down your face, 

“No-no daddy, I’m a good bunny, only your bunny.” You sniffed loudly before continuing, “Please fuck your bunny daddy...only need your cock, no one else’s.” 

Kenma swore the restraint inside him was an inch apart from snapping. Instead, he ran his fingers over your covered cunt, making a sweet moan fall from your mouth. His hand fell away and you felt him moving around on the bed, his hand coming back only to move your panties aside. You let out a squeal of surprise as you felt the familiar shape of a slender rubber vibrator put inside you. 

“Mhmm I’ll fill you up real nice bunny. But daddy’s still gotta finish his stream. You’ll be patient for him , won’t you?”

You couldn’t exactly figure out what he was planning, but it all clicked as you felt the buzzing sensation of the vibrator, making your juices drip out onto the sheets. You felt Kenma come close to your face, a hand incling your head again,

“Now as much as I’d like for all those fuckers to listen to who makes you scream, I’d much rather not be distracted by your moans while I play.”

That was the last thing he said before stuffing a gag into your mouth. You felt his weight push off the bed completely, the sound of his computer switching on ringing in your ears as your legs quivered with the sensations inside your cunt, your lack of sight making you hyper aware of the pressure around your nipples. You felt your high approaching, thrashing around on the bed as you heard Kenma start his stream, apologising for the “minor inconvenience”. The coil in the bottom of your stomach snapped at the same time he said, “No worries now though, I’ve taken care of it.”

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And that is how you found yourself 2 hours later, face stained with tears as tiny sobs left your mouth making spit drool out from around the gag. The sheets were dripping with your juices, your body jerking every time Kenma changed the intensity of the buzzing inside of you. You almost fainted from relief as you heard Kenma announcing the end of his stream.

You continued to sniff as you felt the bed dip next to you, a whine escaping from as you felt the buzzing stop, a hand coming to slide down your blindfold and unchaining your wrists as he brushed the hair out of your sweat covered forehead with the other. 

Kenma’s heart clenched as you looked up at him with puppy eyes. He pulled the gag from your mouth, strings of drool falling coming off along with it. He sighed, leaning down to kiss your forehead before asking, 

“What colour, bunny?”

It took your mess of a brain a second to comprehend his question. Still shaking, you mumbled out, “Green, daddy.”

You felt him smile against your forehead, before he pulled back, stripping himself off of his sweatshirt and grey pants as he got off the bed. Your eyes shot straight down to the bulging member underneath his boxers. 

Kenma got in between your legs, leaning forward to slide a finger underneath the collar on your throat, 

“Such a good girl for me. Just for me-” He said in between kisses along your neck, “Daddy thinks you deserve a reward.” 

“Please- please give me your cock daddy, need you so bad.” You cried out loud. 

And how could Kenma have said no to his precious little bunny? 

You threw your head back as you heard the sound of buzzing fill the air again at the same time you felt Kenma’s cock against your hole. 

“Think you can take it bunny?”

“Yes! Please stretch my cunt out daddy, just need to fee-”

You were cut off as the tip of Kenma’s thick girth entered you. You moaned at the burning stretch of your cunt, hands reaching up to tangle in his locks. You both moaned in unison as he bottomed out, hands coming up to grope your tits as he started thrusting his hips. 

“Fuck- you’re so tight- no one can fuck you as good as I do.”

You moaned in response, brain too fucked out to form an answer. Tears flowed freely from your eyes as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, his thrusts getting deeper at the new angle as he rutted into you with no mercy. 

“Cum around me bunny- wanna feel you gush on my cock c’mon.” Kenma said, hand going down to hastily rub your sensitive nub, groaning as he felt your cunt clench down on him. 

Already over-stimulated from your previous orgasms, you screamed, back arching into the mattress as you came undone once again for the nth time. Kenma continued to fuck you through your orgasm, finding his own release soon after as he painted your insides with his seed, collapsing on top of you. You felt your vision going blurry and eyes rolling back as you felt him pull himself and the vibrator out of your poor abused cunt. 

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Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of water around your body,

“Hey baby, there you are.” You felt Kenma’s voice rumble through behind you as his hands massaged your shoulders gently. You let out a small “hey” in response while nuzzling further back into his chest. 

“Was I too rough?”

“Mhmm no, I think I might have to walk in on your streams more often.”

“Maybe I’ll fuck you while they watch the next time.”

“KENMA-”

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Thanks to my favourite kenma kinnie @erenbae for helping me with this prompt🥰

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[redgalaxyarts]

Heyyoo readers just an fyi my laptop broke so I may be outta commission till i get it fixed. However; while you wait for me to fill your filthy minds with smut again heres some upcoming works to look forward to:

Oneshots:

*Firelight- Bakugo/Kirishima x reader

*Friends- Sugawara x reader

*Eat Me- Eren x reader

*Filth- Levi x reader

*Unbelievable- Jean K. x reader

Full Fics (Wattpad only):

*Continuing of WAFW and Exhale

*I'll be starting a new book where the MC is basically tossed around by the AOT boys. Shes a babysitter for one, coworker for the other, best friend, and so forth. Im highkey looking forward to writing this one.

Anyways lemme know how yall are doing, appriciate ya! -Bee 🐝💕

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[vampkaii]

𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲- 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨 ___________________________

“Agreeing to you putting a silicone dick up my ass was one thing,” Kageyama paused, drawing in a deep breath, “But you want me to what?” Kageyama barked, absolutely pissed off at your suggestion that he would call you mommy during tonight’s session.“C’mon Tobio! You said I could be in charge tonight!” You whined, giving him puppy-eyes, as you lubed up the strapon.Kageyama gave no reply, and you followed his eyes to see him mesmerized with each stroke of the strapon. His face turned rosy and his eyes clouded, his chest rising and falling in tune with your strokes.You smirked, pleased to see him slowly become interested, and by the looks of it, extremely turned on.“You like watching mommy stroke her big cock, tobio?” You cooed, slinking across the bed akin to a prowl, the lusty look in your eyes making Kageyama choke up, feeling small and oh-so submissive under your hungry gaze.Harshly, you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look down as you lined up with his tight hole. “You’re gonna behave for mommy, aren’t you?” You growled, feeling him gulp under your tight grip.Displeased, you delivered a quick smack to his thigh, making him hiss.“Yes… m-mommy…” Kageyama muttered in embarrassment, eyebrows knit together and hazy eyes avoiding your sharp gaze.“Good boy Tobio,” You responded, beginning to push in, “Now watch mommy fucking destroy you.”“Fuck—more…” Kageyama groaned, rolling his hips against you.“You want more, slut?” You snapped, pinching one of his nipples, making him whimper and nod. You began dragging out slowly, before slamming back in.“Mommy!” Tobio gasped, clutching the bedsheets below him. “Fuuuck, mommy please!” He cried, squeezing his eyes shut tight.You began a harsh, almost punishing pace, slamming your hips into his.“Want more mommy! God—fuck—I’ll be so good for you!” Kageyama whined, the uncharacteristic submissiveness spurring you on further, increasing your abusing pace along with his volume.“I’m gonna fucking ruin you tonight, pretty boy.” You snarled, needing to hear more of his desperate whines and mewls for mommy.

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[nightmareonsmutstreet]

im starfire 

18

mdni!

smut writer and horror fanatic 

tw kinks(?)

mostly haikyuu (time-skip) , tr , jjk , and aot 

#tomie junjiitto haikyuusmut tokyorevengersmut jjkimagnes jjksmut aotsmut aotimagnes haikyuuimagnes