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Love Me Through the Phone (Bokuto x Reader) (NSFW)

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Summary: After Bokuto leaves for an away game on Valentine’s Day weekend, you’re left to handle the day’s pleasures all on your own. There’s just one little problem--nothing comes close to what Bokuto could give you. Luckily, he offers a solution, and though it’s completely out of your wheelhouse, you find yourself desperate enough to give in.

Warnings: smut, phone sex, mutual/guided masturbation, dirty talk, slight praise kink, slight dumbification, edging (if you squint), (gentle) dom!Bokuto

A/N: Happy belated Valentine’s Day! Here’s a lil gift from me to u that I’ve had stuck on my mind for a while. Yes, yes, I know, I ain’t great at writing smut, so if someone else wrote this prompt w/ Best Boi Bokuto™ uhh… *cough cough* sendittomeplsnthx. Enjoy!

Word count: 2731

        “So… what are you wearing?”

        “Jesus Christ,” you break off into a laugh, picking up the phone. 

        “Nah, nah, c’mon, I’m serious. We gotta start somewhere.”

        Still shaking your head, you lean back on the bed once more, propped up on a few pillows but otherwise completely reclined. “Fine, fine, but anything else like that and I’m gonna have to leave you to your hand.”

        “I promise, now c’mon. Tell me.”

        “Seriously?”

        “One-hundred percent.”

        You purse your lips, debating a little. You can feel how much you want it--want him--and when you shift your hips, you can almost feel it soaking uncomfortably against your clothing. He’d texted you minutes ago with a proposition after learning of your predicament last night. 

        You’d wanted him so bad, but that alone wasn’t enough. Bokuto was off at an away game, and the distance--plus it being Valentine’s Day--only made things worse. You’d tried so hard, even trying to imagine his hand in your own’s place, even his tongue. It was just not enough. 

        Though, Bokuto didn’t seem to know how to handle the situation either. 

        “Fine, fine. I’m, uh, I’m wearing that little dress you like-”

        “Yeah?”

        “-and those silk panties you almost tore that one time.”

        “Really?”

        “Fuck no. It’s a Monday--I’m wearing sweats and a tank top, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least two rats making babies in my hair.”

        “Well at least someone’s getting some.”

        “Kou!”

        “Sorry, YN!” Bokuto whines, his voice crackling through the line. “But come on! Take this seriously.” He pauses, silence flooding your room.

        “Just… let me help you.”

        Your thighs subconsciously clench at the tone. It’s so familiar it’s like they’re preparing to be spread apart. 

        The place between your thighs is soaked by now, far more stirred than you’re letting on. The fact that your voice is still steady surprises even you at this point. 

        “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

        “Don’t be, baby. Just lay back for me, will you?”

        “Okay.” Gnawing at your cheek, you make the choice to place Bokuto on speaker, setting him down just beside your shoulder so you can hear his every word. At this point, you’re on your back, head lain on a pillow and hands dancing along the strings of your sweats.

        “Comfy?”

        “Yeah.”

        “Good.” There’s a few shuffles over the phone, and when Bokuto’s voice returns he sounds a little out of breath, a little strained. “Good. Okay.”

        “Okay,” you nervously parrot, not really sure what else to do with yourself. Slowly, you’re beginning to gather that neither of you have done this before. Despite Bokuto sounding so confident earlier, he now seems reduced to the same anxious, aroused mess that you are. 

        “All right, now just…just follow my lead, okay?” 

        “Mhmm.”

        “I want you to go slow, no matter what I tell you. Don’t speed up until I say.” His orders, simply the thought of their implications, leave your fingers twitching closer to your arousal. The need to touch yourself was beginning to leave a yearning that ran rampant through your veins. A single spark filled your stomach with heat. 

        “Okay.”

        “Good,” he exhaled. “Now touch yourself.”

        You almost choked on your spit. “Wh-uh, I mean,” your gaze traced along the ceiling frantically, desperately trying to distract yourself from the burning in your cheeks. “Like, where?” 

        Your question had slipped out without a second thought, and when Bokuto chuckled, the flush spread to your chest. 

        “Maybe you’re right,” he pondered. “Let’s go slower than that.” A huff, then his voice returned, excited. “All right, I got it. Think of me, all right?”

        “Kou, I already tried that.”

        “I know, baby, I know. But now you can actually hear me, and you don’t have to imagine a thing. Leave it to me.”

        You were grateful he accepted your timid silence as approval. 

        “Okay, so… think of me touching you, right? Like I’m right there in front of you, baby, and I’m just running my hands all over you-”

        “Kou?” you cut him off, blindly picking at your fingernails. 

        “What’s up? You wanna stop?”

        “Can you touch yourself too?” And it’s when he falls silent that you realize how awkward that sounded. “Ah shit, I-I mean, like, I just kinda felt awkward doing it alone and like I felt like if you were doing it too I’d feel better about it and-”

        “God, YN, you thought I wasn’t doing that already?”

        “What?” 

        He scoffs, and shame begins to sour your anticipation. 

        “The second you said you were touching yourself to the thought of me, babe, I was at it. You seriously thought I was gonna sit here and just let you play with yourself while I’m over here just listening?”

        “I mean, a little…”

        “Shit, YN. I let you tie me up once and suddenly you think I like being blue-balled.”

        “Well…”

        “It was one time!”

        “Whatever, Kou! Can we just…get back to what we were doing?”

        “Fine, fine. But we’re discussing this later.”

        “Okay, okay. Just get on with it, will you? Please, Kou, I…” you pause, body once more growing aware of the situation between your legs. “I need your help.”

        “I know, babe.” Bokuto gulps, taking a second to relax himself once more. You’re busying yourself with fiddling with the bottom of your tank top now, tempted to just lift off the damned thing along with the rest of your clothes. 

        But you’re a little curious if Bokuto would mind that.

        “All right, sweetheart. Like I said, follow my lead.”

        You hum. 

        “I want you to imagine me there, right on top of you, baby. Think of how I’d push your shirt up, how I’d run my hands up your sides. Do that to yourself for me, will you, sweetheart?”

        You listen and copy his words, running your hands underneath the cotton hem and brushing your fingertips along your hips, just as Bokuto had done so many times. 

        Well, it wasn’t perfect. But his voice certainly helped. 

        “Go up higher, baby. I want you to hold those pretty tits of yours.

        “God, I can almost feel ‘em in my hands. So soft, always wanna keep my hands there. So fuckin’ pretty.”

        “Kou…” You do as he asks, but it’s not enough. You want more, now.

        “I know, I know. But remember, sweetheart, I said we’re taking things slow tonight.”

        “But-”

        “Now touch yourself. Imagine my hands playing with those cute little nipples of yours, baby. Make ‘em all tight and perky for me.” Hesitantly, you follow his lead. Your fingers draw circles, tug and caress like how you remember he would after long days. How his hands would yank off your shirt before palming and squeezing and stroking. Some days he was really mean, and your hips shifted at the thought of the dark marks he would leave scattered along your chest. 

        “Feel good?” His voice is breathless, and you’re a little uncertain of whether that means your soft moans had somehow passed through the phone line despite how much you’d suppressed them. Though, Bokuto did like you loud. 

        “So good,” you pant, hands still toying almost torturously. “But I want more, Kou, please.”

        “Fuck, baby, I ever tell you how cute you are when you beg?”

        “Kou…”

        “Fine, fine. But you know I’d play with your pretty tits longer than that. From now on, let’s go at my pace.”

        Fuck. You knew Bokuto had a pace, but when it came to nights like these, it was slower than you’d expect. Though most nights Bokuto jumped you and kept at it like a rabbit, there were just some days where he dragged things out, usually just to hear you beg for him. An ego boost, or whatever. Like he needed it. 

        “Slowly, sweetheart, bring your hands down to your thighs and spread ‘em, nice and gentle--you know how I’d peel ‘em apart.” He broke off into a grunt. “And t-then stroke the insides of your thighs, baby.”

        “Kou?”

        “What’s up?”

        “Do,” you clench your jaw, telling yourself to get over the embarrassment by now. “-Do you want me to take my clothes off?”

        “Fuck, you still have any on? Why?”

        “Oh.” You took that as a cue to tear off your tank top and sweatpants, a little ashamed by the eagerness with which you did it. That feeling only grew when you squirmed out of your panties, catching a glimpse of the glistening stain left on them. 

        An idea hit you, and though you knew it would only make you flush more, you wanted to hear his reaction.

        “Kou?”

        “Are they off?”

        “My panties are soaked.” 

        The reaction was instant. 

        “Jesus–fuck,” Bokuto hissed under his breath. You heard something akin to skin on skin as his cursing hitched, and a strangled groan filled your ears. 

        “Fucking tease,” he rasped when he finally seemed to stop himself from going too far. There was a tension in his voice that warned you he wanted revenge. “Put both hands on that wet little pussy, sweetheart. For that, I wanna hear it.”

        Finally. The second your dominant hand made contact with your swollen clit, your hips jerked up without volition. “Sh-it.”

        “Nu-uh, YN. Keep them there. Two inside, one on your clit. Nice and slow.”

        It was hard to keep a steady, controlled pace. Your hips kept bucking, your back kept arching, and the two fingers Bokuto had ordered deep inside you weren’t reaching that little spot he seemed to have memorized like the back of his hand. 

        The lone index finger you kept circling your clit wasn’t doing your sanity any favors. The muscles of your thighs began to tremble in sheer desire of some actual force, a little muscle behind the action. 

        “YN,” Bokuto’s tone was low, warning. The second you’d sped up your hands to meet your needs, Bokuto could hear your closed-mouth whimpers growing higher. 

        “Kou, please.”

        “Hands off, baby. Completely.”

        “Wha…” you opened your mouth in protest, reluctantly pulling two soaked fingers out of your weeping hole and forcing your hand away from your clit. 

        “I told you to listen, baby. And now that’s all you get to do.”

        “Kou, what-”

        “Ahh, shit.” You slam your mouth shut, biting your lip at the delicious moans echoing through the phone. “Fuck, so good.”

        Bokuto’s strained groans come quick and in between pants. You’re positive there’s a sheen of sweat covering his forehead now, his arm flexed and taut as he strokes himself. 

        “YN, baby. ‘F-Feels so good.”

        “Kou,” you plead, gaze a little unfocused as you listen to his moans while forcing your hands to stay at your sides. You feel yourself twitching, clenching around nothing. 

        “Fuck, wish I was inside you right now.” Throaty moans now filter through the crackling line, so loud you wonder if the neighboring apartment can hear--not that they shouldn’t be used to it by now. “You’re always so fucking tight, sweetheart. Always so wet and tight on my cock.”

        “Kou please, let me-”

        “Hold on. Just a little more, baby--fffuck. Know you wanna touch yourself. Spread your legs for me, but don’t touch.”

        You peel your knees apart once more, frustrated to no longer have any friction to work with. Your hips roll desperately, but it accomplishes nothing but making you more desperate. You can feel your arousal dripping down, now, soaking into the sheets. 

        “You remember before I left, sweetheart? Remember how I fucked your pretty little brains out? Never seen you like that before, so pretty and crying over how good my cock felt inside you.”

        “Yes, Kou, yes! Please, just let me-”

        “Said you couldn’t walk the next day. Said I fucked you so good you couldn’t feel your legs, baby. You feel ‘em now? All spread apart and just fucking shaking? If I fucked you right now, sweetheart, you think you could even think straight?”

        “No, Kou, fuck I need you so bad.” You threw an arm over your eyes, the other digging into the sheets as you waited and waited for permission. 

        “You only got your fingers, and you can’t even use ‘em. All you got is me, the thought of me fucking into you, turning your pretty little brain into mush. Making you feel so good all you can do is cry. Baby, I still got those scratch marks on my back.”

        “Kou-”

        “Just a few more days, sweetheart, and I’ll have you making new ones. For now though, I suppose I could let you play with yourself.”

        You almost cried out in relief, hands darting down to your aching, sopping hole, feeling as it drenched each fingertip with ease. 

        “Three fingers inside. I know you can take it. Pretend it’s me warming you up for my cock, baby, stretching you out and having you dripping all over my fucking hand.”

        He’s right, it is a stretch, and you almost whimper when you press your fingers up and against the little pleasure center deep inside you, fingertips just barely brushing. 

        “Your little clit hurts so good, doesn’t it, baby? You’re being so mean to it aren’t you, rubbing hard circles into it.”

        He pauses, breaking off into a drawn-out groan of your name. 

        “I don’t care. Go faster.”

        And you do, and he’s right, and you just can’t bring yourself to care as you press harsh patterns into your clit, struggling to pump your fingers at the same time without losing pace completely and frustrating yourself. 

        “That’s it. Say my name, baby. Scream my name while you play with yourself. Couldn’t do that by yourself, could you?”

        “Kou--fuck!” You clench your eyes shut, arching your back harder as you speed up your desperate ministrations. Heat gathers at your clit from the friction, and your slick is practically gushing now, loud and pornographic.

        Bokuto certainly got what he wished--there was no way he couldn’t hear how wet you were. 

        “You can only touch yourself with my help, can’t you? So fucking good to me, baby. So pretty playing with your tight little hole like that. Dirty little thing.”

        “God, fffuck,” you whimper, back arching when your gushing finally reaches its peak. 

        “You coming?”

        “Y-es!”

        “I wanna hear who made you feel this good. Who made you play with your own little pussy so good, baby?”

        “Kou! Yes, Kou!”

        “Good girl. Good fucking girl.” Bokuto moans one last time, loud and guttural, and the slick of your fingers brushing and kneading your clit becomes too much. Your legs, spread wide and strained, shake with the effort as your back arches against the pillows behind you, head tossed back and mouth open in a silent gasp. 

        Bokuto soothes you on your way down, small “I love yous” and “so good for mes” traveling over the line. When your body finally stops twitching, you lean over and snag your phone, turning it off speaker and pressing it to your ear. 

        “Thank you, Kou,” you hum softly, lethargic and exhausted. “That was so much better than last night’s shit show.”

        “I’m so relieved, baby.” He pauses, humming. “And glad to know you can’t seem to come without me.”

        “Yeah, well, good thing you’re coming back soon. This was good, but…” You sit up, staring at his side of the bed, a little unkempt from you rolling over to it in your sleep night after night. “I wish you were here.”

        “I know, baby. I wish you were with me too.”

        “It’s so lonely without you.”

        “I know. I miss you.”

        “Plus I finally found out where you hid those handcuffs after that night.”

        “Goddamnit, YN, just throw those fucking things out! I’m not getting blue-balled again!”

𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜. (bokuto kōtarō x reader)

denoting a mutually beneficial relationship between different people or groups.

contains : nsfw content, car sex, mutual pining, multiple orgasms, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie

word count : 2k

note : reposting from my other blog!

‘hey, what are you up to tonight?’

you roll your eyes at his attempt to be casual, asking what you’re doing tonight despite it being nearly midnight. however, there’s a small part of you that’s thankful for this little “pre hookup foreplay,” as he loved to call it. getting up from the warmth of your bed, you type a quick response as you make your way to the bathroom.

‘nothing, why?’

it’s simple enough— not too forward, but still allowing a continuation of the conversation, if he wants to. no matter how many times the two of you had done this little song and dance, you’d never been the one to initiate it nor would you ever ask him first. it’s far too risky—there’s no telling if he’s even here, or if he’s off at some away game across the world. no telling if he’s in a mood, no telling if he even still has your number. so you wait for him. always.

‘can i pick you up?’

heat rises to your cheeks and you hate that even after all this time, the butterflies in your stomach remain all the same.

‘yeah, i’ll be ready in 20’

nearly half an hour later you find yourself climbing into the sleek black SUV and you’re met with bokuto’s eager, glowing eyes raking over your form. the smell of his cologne hits your nostrils and you have to stop the whine that threatens to fall past your lips. he is the most intoxicating man you’ve ever seen. everything about him pulls you in, deeper and deeper until all that’s left is him.

“hey baby,” bokuto hums, his palm already running up and down your exposed thigh. the pet name rolls off his tongue much too easily for your liking but when you feel his rough, calloused hands squeeze your hips there isn’t much you can say. “how’s my pretty girl doin?”

heat rises to your cheeks as you gently push his hands away and look down at your lap. but his grip doesn’t even budge. you peek up at him through your lashes and catch a glimpse of his wild eyes, pupils dilated and full of need.

“kō, i–”

“kiss me.” he interrupts, bringing his palms up to your cheeks to cradle your face. “please? just kiss me.”

the desperation in his voice is crystal clear. he can’t be alone, can’t spend one more night in his bed by himself when there’s the possibility to have you in his arms instead.

there’s no part of you that wants to deny him, no part that ever could. not when he’s begging you to stay by his side.

neither of you were ready for a relationship, both far too impulsive and emotionally unstable. but that didn’t diminish the love either of you felt.

loving bokuto is reminiscent of the legend of icarus. with you as icarus and bokuto as the sun. his vibrance and positive outlook on life is so alluring you can’t help but gravitate toward him. he brings a light into every room he enters. how could you not follow him?

however, much like the legend, you’ll end up flying too close to the sun and end up scalded. his schedule is impossibly hectic, he’s never in one place for more than a month at a time, and even when he is stationary there’s still a million and one things to do in his everyday life, which leaves no time for anyone else. even if both parties tried as hard as they could.

but on the rare occasion of having some time off, bokuto would always come running to you.

-

time feels like it stops when your lips finally meet, thick and heavy air surrounding you both. his hand caress your hair as he pulls you even closer to him, your lower abdomen starting to press into the center console.

his face nearly drops after you push lightly on his chest to get some air, but he quickly recovers as he watches you climb into the backseat of the car.

“yeah?” he’s breathless as he speaks, large hands gripping the backs of the driver and passenger seats. his knuckles are turning white by the time you flash him a shy smile and nod.

“yeah.”

bokuto fumbles as he moves, his broad shoulders getting caught on the seatbacks. you can’t help but giggle at the way his eyebrows furrow as he pushes his way through, climbing on top of you and effectively managing to cage you within his arms.

“don’t make me wait any longer,” your voice comes out as a needy whisper, each word dripping with hope. he’s never been able to deny you— especially not when you beg so perfectly.

his hand slips into your panties easily, and he lets out a low groan when his fingers glide over your slick pussy.

“this wet already?” you can hear his smirk.

“please–” you whine, gripping his bicep and pulling his arm closer to you as you grind your hips into his hand at the same time.

“please what?” he answers simply, refusing to sink his fingers into you too soon. your mind blanks, shaking your head as another whine rips from your throat. “greedy little thing,” bokuto mumbles under his breath, bringing his other hand up to the back of your neck and pressing your foreheads together.

“please what, baby?”

“pleasetouchmekotaroineedtofeelyouplease–”

he shushes you by pressing his lips into yours and dipping two of his thick fingers into your tight, warm cunt. even though it’s only two of his fingers the stretch is already so much. he slowly works them in deeper, gently dragging the rough pads of his fingertips along your tender walls. you let out a little gasp as he stretches your tight pussy out, curling his middle finger to hit that spot inside of you that makes you whimper.

“right th–”

“–there, yeah i know pretty girl. right there’s your lil spot isn’t it? right there’s where you need it?” the slight hint of degradation behind his words makes your mind go blank as you begin to nod your head rapidly. your hips also start moving of their own accord as your first orgasm begins rising in your abdomen. bokuto can tell you’re close, the way your voice gets extra breathy and your pussy quivers around his fingers tells him everything he needs to know.

he leans in close, placing a hot open mouthed kiss on the spot just below your earlobe. before pulling away and whispering,

“go ahead, baby, cum all over my fingers. be a good girl and cum for me, c’mon-”

and you do, because there’s no part of you that could ever deny him anything he asked for.

everything pauses and it takes a few moments for you to catch your breath again. bokuto doesn’t give you nearly enough time to recover before he’s gripping your chin with one hand and making you watch as he licks his cumsoaked fingers clean.

the sight alone makes your clit throb, but when bokuto instinctively grinds his hard cock into the plush of your slightly exposed thigh a needy whine falls from your lips.

“more?” is all he says, flattening his hand over your chest, giving gentle squeezes to your flesh.

you nod desperately in response, wrapping your legs around his waist. his cock brushes against your soaked core, the fabric of your panties completely drenched in your own slick and cum.

“oh baby,” bokuto coos, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and slowly peeling them down your legs. “made such a mess of your pretty panties..”

before you can protest, he’s slipping them into his pocket while nipping at your inner thigh in an attempt to distract you.

“for later.” he whispers. you watch with wide eyes as bokuto pulls on the drawstring on his sweats. you reach down between the two of you and wrap your fingers around the base of his cock.

“‘s so big, kō…” you muse, giving his cock an experimental squeeze. bokuto whines in response, thrusting his hips up, silently encouraging you to continue.

“yeah baby?” his voice is breathy, an obvious sign that he’s already close. “you think you can take it?”

“please”

the angle is a bit awkward, your head bumps the car door handle but bokuto leans down, pushing your knees up to your chest. your attempt to kick your feet in protest is feeble at best, because as soon as he wraps his lips around your clit, your body goes slack.

and then a few seconds later he’s above you again, only this time you can feel the fat head of his cock gliding over your soaked folds. he wastes no more time, lining himself up and pushing into you, inch by inch. he’s careful to not overwhelm you, allowing you to adjust and he even moves his hand from the back of your knee to cradle the back of your head.

his hips still when they meet yours, despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to pound you into the plush leather seats of the backseat of his car.

“hey, you okay?” he forces himself to focus back on you, to ignore the horny little voice in his head in favor of your wellbeing.

“yeah,” you exhale shakily. “i’m great.”

that’s all the reassurance he seems to need because as soon as those words leave your lips he’s pulling out halfway, and immediately thrusting back into you. he sets a brain melting pace, his fat cock hitting sensitive spots you forgot even existed. all you can do is lay there and take it, occasionally babbling about how good he feels and how well he fucks you.

“fuck, tight ‘lil thing aren’t you?” he sounds like he’s miles away, but everything about him surrounds you completely.

a simple shift of his hips has you hurtling toward your second orgasm, your pussy still extremely sensitive from the first. you grasp at his shoulders, raking your nails down his toned arms and you swear you hear him chuckle.

“keep squeezin’ me like that and i just might cum too, pretty girl.”

abandoning all rational thought, you respond. “s-so do it.”

his hips stutter and he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “what did you just say?”

your eyes widen, afraid that you’ve gone too far but his eyes are just as wild, just as desperate.

“cum inside of me, kōtarō, i want you to fill me up.” you can hardly believe the words that come out of your mouth but before you can take them back you see the glimmer in bokuto’s eyes.

he grins, “yeah baby? you want me to pump your little pussy full, is that it?”

your face burns with embarrassment but you nod anyway, figuring there’s no use denying something you both want. bokuto watches as you hook your arms under your knees, holding yourself open, perfectly poised just for him.

he loses what little control he has left, pulling out so just the tip of his cock is still inside of you before slamming his hips back, reaching down to thumb your aching clit. his thrusts soon become erratic and it’s not long after until you’re both babbling about how you’re going to cum.

“please fill me up, please-” your whines are pathetic, and you’re cut off by your third orgasm sneaking up on you, sending white hot waves of pleasure throughout your body. bokuto lets out a low groan before he bottoms out, and you feel the warmth of his cum inside of you.

“so good baby, such a good girl-” bokuto praises as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. he cradles your cheek with his hand and leans down to litter your face in soft kisses. he’s always cuddly and affectionate after sex, not that you’d ever complain.

“i’m here for the weekend, by the way.” he says between kisses. “and if you’re not busy i’d love to spend it with you..”

you smile softly, nodding in response. “i’d like that.”

himBo strength.

content warning: 18+ content including manhandling, clothes/panty ripping, use of puppy, use of puppycunt, tummy bulge, dumbfication, mean!bo.

“Kōtarō, slow down!” You whine, grabbing onto his sturdy shoulders as he places kisses and bite marks along the once pristine skin of your neck, now covered in his drool.

Suddenly you’re dizzy.

Your head spins once he flips you around on your tummy, leaving you pathetically clawing at the bedding beneath you to ground yourself. You swear you hear him snarl behind you. He smooths his hands down your back, muttering a string of words, “Been thinking about this cunt all day.”

The sound of fabric being torn at the seams fills the air, prompting you to lift your head and look over your shoulder to see Bo fisting at the ripped up tights and lace that were once so rudely hiding your precious cunny from him.

Your legs are still clad in the sheer material as you kick them. But Bo sneaks his hands to your front, placing them over your thighs and yanking you up, propping you on your knees. A mewl rips from your throat when you feel the outline of his cock through his sweats, and press against your drooling cunt.

“You’re fuckin’ leaking everywhere, puppy,” Bo marvels, more to himself than to you and your already trembling form, “Just from me roughing you up a bit, huh?”

You nod into the duvet, pushing your hips back to grind your puffy cunt against his cock. Almost instantly he growls and grabs onto your hips, stopping you completely, “Oh, you want my cock that bad? Forgot your fuckin’ manners? Gonna stuff this puppycunt full, then.”

You squeal when the fat tip of his cock pops into your cunny and he shows no sign of slowing down, working every inch into you. He leans over you, sneaking one hand between your body and the bed, to press his rough palm into your supple flesh and feel his cock prodding through your tummy. The other wraps around your throat to lift your head up.

Bo laughs in your face. You watch him through bleary eyes as his own trail down to your perfectly pink tongue, lolling out of your mouth.

“Stupid, little puppy. ‘S all you are.”

soft dom! bokuto + heavy on the size kink + mentions of a lot of cum + overstimulation + intense squirting + praise + f! reader

bokutos big, he knows he is- he sees it in the way you sink deeper into the bed when he folds you down, settles the weight of his hips agaisnt you.

he should be more gentle... maybe. but he’s not sure you’d like that because when he presses himself down onto you, enough to knock the wind out of you he sees the way your eyes curl back into your head.

he feels the way your cunt clenches down onto him, feels the sudden rush of warm wetness coat his crotch- right where your lips stretch around his thick cock.

“sweet girl.” he whispers, taking in your lolling tongue, head digging into bed as you tilt your chin up into him, shaky hands balled into cute fists between the space of you and him, wheezing out how good he feels.

“like being pinned down like this, hm?” its an almost teasing lilt. you think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

he lifts his hips off you, you can feel it when the heat of his balls leave your ass and you already miss it. theres nothing more delicious than being pressed, squished down onto the bed, barely able to suck in a shaky inhale.

“p-please!” you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. your little tantrum is put to an end when he uses his whole weight, uses that driving force to slap back down onto you.

your body gives into the shockwave, shaking just like every single inch of skin and fluff and fat while he continues the brutal slam down and down and down.

it’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock and heavy balls, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass.

“d-dirty.” bokuto huffs, tongue seemingly working too slow for his frantic mind, pushing past the burn he feels, hips smushing down into your pelvis over and over. he mutters a single word, but you understand exactly what he means and the wave of pure pleasure burning through your veins was enough to tip you to an orgasm that made bokuto stop all actions.

even with him holding your legs, he feels the push back- sees the way your muscles tense up, slipping past his hold, flopping onto the bed as your hips rut up and down- still stuffed full of him, splatter after splatter of your cum bathing his lower stomach and thighs in it all.

it makes his head dizzy, watching eagerly at your trembling, seizing body, unable to stop the way his shoulder shakes as he leans back to watch it all happen.

you’re wonderful, beautiful in the way you let him fuck you stupid like this. pushing into the punishing heat of your pussy, even while it’s doing everything it can to push his throbbing cock out.

he should say sorry- knowing you can’t deny him while you’re swimming in a hazy pool of ecstasy- but there’s a frantic push inside to cum in your cunt while you can’t even think.

he groans out another hushed puff of air when the piston of him in you draws even more squirts of cum, even more trembling of your thighs- involuntarily trying to clamp against his hips, begging him to stop.

and he makes it quick, finally pressing right to you- a reprieve in your favor.

like many times before, he fills you up nice and pretty, and that’s what knocks you back to coherency- blinking against your tears as you grab at his mass, muscle and fluff and everything that makes him, him.

“k-kou- f-fuck!” you chatter, squealing, happy and content.

he joins you in the eagerness, bringing his shaky form to join you, not afraid to lean his weight onto your smaller frame.

“good girl.” bokuto slurs, muffled by the pillow right by your head- still having half a mind to give you the praises you love.

you two sleep right after, him soft and weightless- tucking your body into him, barely able to contain the happiness that washes over both bodies, entangled in each other.

bokuto being really sensitive during blowjobs and he jerks up into your mouth making you gAG and he feels really bad about it - but its so good so hes just apologizing while fucking your face

hnnnnh;

— throat fucking + hurt/comfort + spit + mentions of pain + minor cum play + gn! reader

you didn’t mean to- he’s sensitive and you know that, but the single sweep- just a swipe of the tip of your tongue over the ridge of skin right below his swollen and almost purpling head of his cock makes him see stars.

his hands instinctively shoot down and grab your hair, grabs your head with heated and shaky fingers- gasping as a loud moan leaves his throat-

“oh!” he grumbles, tossing his head back, “feels good!”

bokuto is weak, weak to your sinful mouth and consequently bucks up into it- clenching tummy seizing up as he feels you gag, there’s a tiny part of him that enjoys how you sound right now, but with an open mouth; he apologizes reverently.

“sorry... fuck i’m so sorry angel.”

and while he is, truly is, he can’t help the quick thrusting he gives you, feeling you jerk, feeling strings of warm spit trickle out of your mouth.

your fingers dig into the muscle of his thighs so hard there’s surely going to be welts tomorrow. it’s lewd- the sound of his fat cock splitting your mouth open and his heavy fat balls also slapping up, knocking into your chin.

he can hear and fucking feel the surprised whimpers that leave you, he’s taken liberty in using your face to cum- youre nearly limp inbetween his palms and he can’t help it. he knows his cock is fat- knows he should be more gentle but he likes the way your seizing, clenching throat feels around him.

there’s words of apology just tumbling from his lips, but you can’t hear over the rush of blood to your face- trying your hardest not to pass out in a moment like this, you wanted to comfort him- but couldn’t.

“sorry. i’m so sorry.” bokuto pants, lost in it all- his golden eyes are wide, roaming the ceiling before he looks down at you- pinched eyebrows, tears rolling down your face, tresses of your hair caught between his fingers, spit bubbles foaming in the corners of your poor lips.

it does him in, quickening his shallow breathing as he tenses up, bringing your head down- nose smushing against his pubes as he cums hotly, swelling in your mouth, cuming so violently thanks to you- that it seeps up and past the clenching of your throat, costing his cock and smearing out at the base of where your lips end and his pubes begin.

once he’s done, and calmed down, brought back to earth- he gently takes his softening cock out of your mouth, letting you sputter, hand coming down to pat your back, another wiping tears away.

“sorry baby, my angel- i’m so sorry.” koutarou coos, but with the glazed look you give him; he knows it’s okay, knows because you smile, cum and spit stained lips stretching out into a shaky smile and nod, a silent dismissal of his worries.

you loved being used like this.

front of the brain rn is bokuto coming in ur panties,,,,take that in whatever direction u would like to

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

— bokuto cumin in your panties (pregame) + thigh job + pussy job + messy panties+ praise + f! reader

he didn’t have the time to take care of you how he wanted, it was a shame.

seeing you paw at him before his match, whining about how seeing him practice on the court earlier made you so sticky and wet made him so fucking hard and of course he couldn’t just walk out into the his game like that... right?

he makes you stand still, crossing your ankles while he slides his cock inbetween your thighs, the tip of his cock just barely brushing against your cute little clit.

bokuto grabs your hips, towering over you from behind, not even bothering in tugging your bottoms off all the way, pulling you back onto him.

“sorry baby.” he grunts, his precum and your blooming arousal is the only thing that keeps him slick enough to pass over your puffy cunt lips.

“but- you know i won’t fuck your pussy...” koutarou grunts, the force of him grabbing at you makes you whimper, knees going weak, “unless i have time to make you cum over and over.” he hisses, the sound of his fat cock parting your folds over and over makes him dizzy.

taking you like this is proving to be an even better warm up than anything he did earlier.

“yes! i know- i know...” you whine, fingers digging into his own strong and veiny arms, knowing that he’s got you- knowing that he won’t let you fall or let anything happen to you while he fucks the tightness between your thighs.

“fuck- fuck... gunna cum baby...” he growls, nipping the sensitive piece of skin lining your shoulder, you can see by the reflection in the wide mirror in the locker room just how much he’s towering over you- how much thicker his body is... it makes you so dizzy and throb in need.

“please! please cum, your match is starting soon.” you breathlessly pant, hearing the way his teammates are lining up to leave and make their appearance on the court- it’s pure desperation, pure need to have him finish and cum that drives you to squeeze your thighs even tighter, buck back into him, singing his praises while he huffs and whines.

“shit! that’s my girl... pretty little thing... prettiest thighs ever.” koutarou breathes, detaching himself, roughly fucking his fist- the other hand pushing your back, making you tumble forward slightly, his thick thigh coming inbetween your legs.

he hooks his fingers back on the waistband of your bottoms, giving him access to your panties, catching every single spurt of cum, mingling with the arousal that had fallen off your cute cunt in the midst of it all.

there’s a tingle playing at the base of his skull, a feral and deep heat swirling in his tummy at the thought of you walking around with panties he just came all over.

regulating his breathing, carding a hair through his spiky hair, he slaps your exposed cunt, splattering the arousal dripping off you, tucking himself in his athletic shorts, signaling you to pull your ruined underwear up.

“ah.” you wince, grumbling about how sticky and hot his cum feels pressed against your pussy.

he simply winks at you, golden eyes shining mischievously while a thick tongue sweeps up the digits covered in the slick he caught from that slap against your pussy.

“gunna play extra good... knowing my cute little baby’s got my cum all warmed up and save.” bokuto chuckles, tugging you along as he makes his way to the court.

needy! bokuto + but still very much dom! bokuto + bokuto uses your panties to get off + male masturbation + f! reader

he knows you’ll be back soon, knows that in a couple minutes you’ll walk through the door and he’ll be able to touch you, hold you while he takes you; wants to bury his cock inside the moment you’ve stepped through the door, not needing to prep you- wants to take you dry and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head, shaking and whimpering for him to slow down before slumping down in a nice and plaint-

fuck.

bokuto runs a hand through his hair, pushing the silver and darkened strands to settle off his face, sighing at the way he let his thoughts wander.

with a pitiful look he glances down, sees his cock strain against his sweats, tilting to the left, jumping with every thought of you flickering through his mind.

he knows you’ll be back soon... but he can’t wait.

with heavy steps, he pads into your shared room, heartbeat quickening when he sees your drawer- partially opened, letting him see the various colors in panties you like wearing.

he’s quick to single out the pair he knows will get him off the fastest...

they’re pink and frilly, laced and pretty.

bokuto holds them inside a clenched fist- turning around, sitting himself on the bed, heart pounding so hard he can see it in his vision as he looks down at the crumpled material.

it’s quick, the way he hooks his thumb under the wasiteband and brings his cock out- rigid in his movements; he hasn’t done this in so long, and why would he went he has you?

there’s a note of urgency because he knows you’ll be here soon anyways- maybe this was just an excuse to make a mess agasint the pretty lace he loves seeing you in, and as he pumps his cock in hard tugs- hissing at the roughness, it might be true.

bokuto whines, tilts his reddened face back- looking at the ceiling while the sound of his palm slapping heavily against his pelvis rings out loudly into the room, see’s stars and sees you. his imagination pulling scenes of shared moments like the weight of you above him while you ride him, dripping down his cock, or how you wheeze out his name, high and whiny when he folds your body down into a press-

“f-fuck! fuck!” koutarou exclaims, the memory has his dick throb, pulling his balls tight, pitching forward in order to stave off the orgasm. the hand still clutching your panties meets the hand furiously fucking himself, swiping the precum dribbling down with the pink. he watches with wide eyes at how nice the color looks darkening at the translucent pre.

its natural, the order in which it all plays out, not thinking as he wraps your panties around his thick cock, red, angry head peaking at the top and another whine leaves him between the lips caught in between his teeth.

there’s something he really likes about how the thin piece looks stretched around and around him- he didnt even know what was transpiring inside his mind while he gave the first tentative drag, lips popping open in a whimper.

he wants you so badly, tummy swirling at the pain- but this will do, this will surely do.

the pretty fabric now snuggly between his hand and dick helps him speed up, imagining hes simply pulled them to the side- sliding in and out of your swollen and oh so prettty cunt. he can almost hear the familiar sound of squelching and your smell, so good when aroused and cuming around him.

he cant seem to tether down one single scenario, but ultimately the memory of him trapping you under him, arms wrapped ‘round your body as he furiously jackhammers his hips up into your jolting body, held straight by only him is what does bokuto in. the dependency and trust you give him makes the big man nearly cry- cry like you do when he splits your pussy open.

hes too excited and high strung, big broad shoulders tipping forward, curling in on himself as he sees his muscled thighs jump. theres harsh swelling before he cums, hastily bringing your panties up and over the crown of his cock, covering his spurting slit. koutarou traps all the cum, sweating as even then its too much and begins seeping from the fabric and his fingers.

“g-god! shit- y/n!”

lust addled brain only knows you, only craves you while he keenly calls out. sucking in a breath while he releases his cock, letting it fall raw and used, slung against his thigh.

bokuto watches while he slowly opens his hand, the image of the pink panties covered in thick, white globs of his semen is one he will commit to memory.

but, there’s not enough time for koutarou to revel in the sight- ears perk up as the front door opens.

once again, with quick movements he makes his way to you, smiling at the wide eyed look you give him, taking in the red and clearly used cock hanging between his thick thighs.

“fuck- youre here... couldn’t wait... and now i need you.” is all bokuto says, wrapping strong arms around you- dumb rough and big fingers quickly stuffing your own soiled panties (still hot and sticky and wet) inside your mouth to silence any questions, letting you know like you couldn’t taste his cum slowly dribbling down onto your tongue- turning you around and tugging your bottoms down.

the memory of you and how you look right now, shaking in attempt to place your cute hands against the door- lips smeared in the mess of cum from your panties, sucking in a breath from your nose as he slides his soft cock inside- would and could never compare.

he wants to recreate the image that brought him to the end, the end which was slowly dribbling down your mouth because there was just that much, and with those strong brutish arms of his, he curls them around your body, furiously humping from behind- forcing his cock to harden inside your cunt, so warm and steadily creating that slick he loves so much.

“‘m sorry- came all over your panties-“ he moves an arm to tap a finger agaisnt your stuffed mout, touching the pink hanging out before returning his arm, “cause i wanted you... you want me too, right?” bokuto questions, knowing the answer as you push back, eagerly wanting more.

“but now i have you, nd i’m gunna stuff you like you deserve.”

— lap dances

various x fem!reader

synopsis ; you’re gonna run your poor boyfriend dry with the way you move your hips

includes : oikawa t., iwaizumi h., kuroo t., akaashi k., bokuto k., tendou s., kenma k., suga k., suna r., sakusa k., matsukawa i., nishinoya y., ushijima w., atsumu m., osamu m.

nsfw; 18+, aged up, lap dances, dry humping, mentions of choking, intoxication, some slight degrad, praise, slight voyeurism

I didn’t proofread I’ll do it in the morning

oikawa : promiscuous by nelly furtado

Oikawa clapped as you spin dramatically, whipping your hair every which way and mouthing the words to your song as if your life depended on it. Everything started innocent at first, but innocent isn’t a good look on Tooru. You jumped as he gripped your chin, making you look up at him as he sang some of the words back to you. Your hips began to sway as you pressed your body against his. “I want you on my team...” you whispered, letting yourself get lost in his chocolate irises, looking for any emotion you could get your hands on.

Neediness? Maybe he was desperate? What was it? Something clouded his vision and you soon realized it was lust. Your pussy throbbed in your shorts, hand trailing down his torso to grip his cock over his sweats. Your breathing became heavy as he pressed his forehead against yours. “So does everybody else.”

iwaizumi : desire by meg myers (the hucci remix is 10x better js)

Now that you think about it, maybe you like the attention. You like the feeling of Iwaizumi’s iPhone camera framed right on your dancing form, maybe the flash gives you an exhilarating boost of confidence. Whatever it is, it makes you stalk over to him like a slut, and he shudders as you run your hands up his abs underneath his shirt.

“Getting carried away there, precious girl,” he teased, admiring the view of your ass bouncing in the air as you felt up his muscles. He pats his lap gently, signalling that your throne was awaiting you, and you happily obliged. You caught Hajime off guard as you smoothed your cunt over his bulge, made him shake so hard that he almost dropped the camera recording your entire little game.

kuroo : shake ya ass by blackbear

The lights were bright in the club, enough fast turns and shakes could make anyone dizzy if they had the right amount of alcohol coursing through their system. That’s why Kuroo’s hands were rested securely on your waist, one sliding up and cupping your breast as the other wrapped around your inner thigh. You danced on him in a smiley haze, biting your lip as you felt him harden under you.

“Take me home?” You whimpered out as he stroked your pussy with a finger, shaky hand trailing down his neck, pulling him forward slightly by the collar to plant kisses along his cheek. He had never been so turned on in his life but fuck, you were pushing it. “Please Tetsu, I’m so horny, please take me home.” Within an instant, he had an Uber waiting for the two of you outside the exit doors.

akaashi : DHL by frank ocean

Akaashi’s gaze watched as your black, thin thigh highs rolled far down your thighs with every movement of your ass, his hand going to reach out just to slap the fabric against the skin. Yet, when you smacked his hand away gently, he felt his pants get tighter.

“Can’t touch, huh?” He breathed out, lips only a mere inch away from your plump glossed ones. Your breath mixed, one leg snaking around and sitting yourself promptly on his lap. You swallowed down a hiss as your lips connected, grinding down against his cock through his dress pants. You were bittersweet and he didn’t know how to deal with you sometimes but he didn’t mind surprises.

bokuto : bus it by blackbear

“You’re so good at that,” he couldn’t help but marvel at the way you moved your hips, his hands so big that they covered your ass cheeks entirely as he massaged the skin. You were a drug to him, only feeding into his addictive personality and getting him high while he watched you, center stage and spotlight on you.

The backseat of his car wasn’t the ideal place for a lap dance, it was so crammed but it only made the intimacy of your dance heavier. Your hands roamed through your hair and you swear, you could see the hearts forming in his eyes. Ko’s eyes rolled back as you swiped your clothes pussy over his cock repeatedly, the friction making him bite on his knuckle. God, he wanted to fuck you so bad.

tendou : muse by OCAD (yes I used this song in another post stfu)

You whimpered as Tendou yanked the leash connected to your collar forward, dragging your knees against the carpet as his eyes trained on your ass. You nuzzled his thigh, sticking your tongue out to lap at his cock over his boxers. “Dance for me, doll.”

It’s better to listen to his requests rather than disobey, so like a good little puppy, you rolled your body and ran your hands across your skin, smiling everytime he raked his red eyes up and down your form. ‘Satori’ flashed in red letters, studded right on top of the leather wrapped along your throat, and you felt your thighs squeeze when he licked his top row of teeth. There is nothing he loves more than watching his girl perform for him.

kenma : freak by lana del rey

Up and down. Up and down. Side to side, usually he’s quick with following movements like this, he’s a gamer after all. But fuck, when it’s your pretty ass in a dress way too short for you, his mind goes blank. Kenma’s stray locks of hair fall in front of his face, refusing to take his eyes off of your twerking figure.

But when you begin grinding on top of him, rubbing your pussy against his cock like it’s fun to you? So hard, it’s so hard to keep back the moans, the whimpers, all of the embarassing noises that he wants to avoid making. “S-slow down,” he murmurs, kissing your hand as you bring it up to stroke his cheek.

suga : trust by brent faiyaz

Your hips swayed side to side, and goddamn, he had to loosen his collar a bit at the sight of you moving with the rhythm. The other fellow third years sat in their respectful sides of what was supposed to be a sleepover and embarassment showed through your burning cheeks. A dare is a dare, right?

“Fuck,” you could just barely catch Suga’s comment, eyes straying slowly to the side from your seat on Daichi’s lap. His eyes were dark, focused on your ass as you rocked against his best friend’s hard-on. That coy smile will kill him, surely, and he gulped the hardest he ever has as you strut towards him.

suna : uber by arizona zervas

You thought you were slick when you dropped to your knees in front of Suna, in front of his spot on the bed of your hotel room. You thought you were sneakily sexy as your ass swayed with every crawl closer and closer to him, the bell on your neck ringing softly and skirt hiking up with your skirt. You thought you were clever, so fucking clever, snaking a hand up his thigh and palming his cock, eyes pretty and pleading as they met his slanted ones.

But no. Rintarou was always a step ahead of you, that’s why he wasted no time pinning you to the mattress, face down and ass up. You really thought he would sit through a lap dance, baby? Not when you’re so wet that your slick is dripping down your thigh, no, he’s gotta take care of you in his own harsh way.

sakusa : I like being by sybyr

You had expected Kiyoomi to stray away from your idea of a good time, but he was always good at putting up with your bullshit. Your ass pressed up against his groin and he warned you, he fucking warned you, that you’d get in trouble if you kept moving so carelessly. Of course, the threat only made you back your ass up on him more and he yanked you by the waist so that you were sitting nice and pretty on his lap.

“You think this is fucking funny?” He questioned, shoving a hand down your panties and not hesitating to rub your clit so fast that it almost felt like a personal attack. You shaked in his tight hold, although you figured he’d put you in your place for acting up. “Gonna be the death of me, filthy whore.”

matsukawa : jealou$y by the neighbourhood

“Shh,” the tip of your finger fell against his lips, his words suddenly only a forgotten memory as he watched your hands roam across your body, past your hardened nipples, down the chains connecting your bra to your panties. “Enjoy the show, yeah?”

A smirk graced his face, eyes hooded per usual, cheek resting in his palm while he watched his personal exotic dancer do her thing. He wouldn’t tell you, but he could tell you were begging to be touched as you shook your ass in his face, so he only gave you what you wanted.

nishinoya : wrong by MAX (ty kai my fav noya whore)

Getting drunk with Nishinoya was always a tossup between getting your shit rocked by the end of the night or simply just passing out with bottles in your hand. This night? This night, your playlist was booming through your shared apartment, this night you were shaking your ass and showing moves for your lovely boyfriend.

Anyone watching could see the sexual tension, could feel it even as you threw your ass back in front of him, bending over and moaning so slightly when he’d push your ass against him to feel his hard cock. Once you rose back up, he grabbed you by the throat, bringing you oh so close just to tell you how sexy you are. How he’s gonna fuck you so hard your pussy will be ruined, “wanna watch you shake that ass while you ride my cock.”

ushijima : buttons by the pussycat dolls

The last time Ushijima Wakatoshi felt this infatuated was when he met you for the first time, often comparable with his very first volleyball match. He can admit to himself that he doesn’t appreciate your body enough, and he can only clench his jaw as you strut to him with that pretty lingerie he bough you clad to your body. His eyes widened up just a little as he watched you drop to the floor, stopping just enough to strain the back of your legs and he resists the urge to bite his lip as you spread them wide open.

“You wanna touch me, don’t you Toshi?” You mumbled, eyes locking onto his, hand ghosting over your pussy. He nodded subconsciously, shifting ever so slightly in his seat, thinking of all of the ways he could get you to say his name. You giggled as he pulled you into his lap, jumping on the light slap he left on your thigh before letting him roll you onto your back.

atsumu : maria I’m drunk by travis scott

As much as you wanted control of the situation, Atsumu never failed to make you melt under his touch. Thick fingers gripped your hips, thumb stroking the sensitive skin as you backed your ass up against his hard dick. Kisses ran up and down your neck, slow and steady, unlike the fast pace of your grinding.

“Prettiest fuckin’ girl,” he bit your earlobe, chuckling as you arched your back against him. His t-shirt draped and pooled onto your thighs, proudly wearing the number 13. A hand running through your scalp caught your attention, eyes fluttering as he held your head in place so he could watch you drink the spit he dropped onto your tongue. “Sexy lil thing.”

osamu : re-up by anders

Heat rose to your face as you felt Osamu’s hands brush up past your breasts, soon finding purchase in their hold on your throat. Nothing could stop the feverish grind of your hips, you were desperate to be so close to him. If he were honest, he doesn’t think he’s seen anything hotter than his pretty baby dancing for him, all for him.

“You’re all mine, right?” He loosened his grip on your neck only by a little, his eyes rolling slightly back at your breathy ‘yes.’ He began moving against you, applying more pressure to his thrusts in hope of making you cum from dry humping alone. You started this game but after being Atsumu’s twin all his life, he couldn’t resist a challenge.

kōu... i cant stop thinking abt kōutaro 😣 i just want to sleep but rn i wanna sleep w/ his big big arms around my small fucking frame..! oh god maybe i have a size kink?????????

IM JUST TRYING TO SLEEP BUT NO I HAVE TO THINK ABT BOKUTO FAT COCK. ITS 1AM I HAVE SCHOOL BUT IM TOO PREOCCUPIED W DADDY BOKUTO ND HOW HE JUST !!2?3!23? GRRRR AWOOGAWOOGA pls pls koutaro pls manhandle me oh god Pls throw me on ur shoulder nd slap my ass while m Wearing a skirt. pls Pls roughly hold my cheeks in between ur hands n tell me how slutty i look. pls shove ur thick fingers in my mouth nd coo at me when i start to cry bc of ur words. kōu pls shove ur cock in my mouth w/o warning n fuck my face however u want , PLEASE !! IM DESPERATQ PLE WSE

Thinking about riding Bokuto’s thighs while he calling me his little slut and how good I am being for him. Then fucking me hard and fast as a reward.

Please?

You were currently sitting on your boyfriend's lap, you asked your parents/guardians if he could spend the night. Which they agreed, so that's why you are in the living room.

Your parenta/guardians decided to go out for dinner, they said their goodbyes and left. You turned on the TV, and put on a random movie. After about five mintutes, you pulled out your phone and texted the groupchat with Akashi, Kuroo, and Tsukshima. (Bokuto is in the chat too)

You boyfriend pulled his phone when he got a text message, he scanned the message a few times and typed out his answer. He tossed his phone on the other side of the couch and grabbed your hips.

You flinched softly, you turned your head to look at him. "What is it, Kou?" you asked him softly. He shook him head and gripped your hips tighter.

You yelped, "Koutarou, what's gotten into you?" You then felt him, turn you around in his lap. He then harshly kissed your lips. Your eyes fluttered, before closing.

One of his hands left your hips and slowly went unfer your shorts. You pulled back from the kiss, and inhaled sharply. You moaned when you felt two fingers rub your clit/tip, moved slowly almost teasing.

You bit your lip when he started to speed up, the knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter, before you let out a loud moan and came.

He pulled his fingers out of your shorts and brought his fingers to his lips, he moaned at the taste. You gulped, and looked down which was a mistake because you saw his boner in his pants.

"Baby, do you want to take care of you?" you asked softly, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and shook his head. "I wanna be inside you, now." He said with eyes darkened and a low voice

You felt your face heat up, he eyes you with a smile. Your eyes widened when you were thrown on your back. "Stop doing that, you're gonna give a heart attack!"

He laughed before looking at you hungrly. He pulled your shorts down with your panties/underwear. Knowing, you didn't have as much time, he skip prep. Not that you cared.

He then pulled down his shorts and boxers, and leaned down and licked at your enterance. You moaned, he continued eating you out, you pulled his hair up.

He lifted his head and looked at you. "Please, give your cock already. I need it, please?" you whined softly, he nodded.

He gave his cock a few pumps before pushing the tip in. You clench around him when you felt him push in the rest of his length. He groaned when he bottomed out.

After a minute or two, you nodded. He slowly moved his hips backwards, before snapped his hips forward. You moaned as he set a nice fast pace.

He moaned, and placed his chin on your shoulder, his mouth next to your ear, he whisper sweet praises that made your heart throb.

Your whimpers and moaned turned him on even more, if that's possible. He shifted his hips a little, you immediately moaned loudly. You arched your back and scratched at his arms.

He groaned and pulled his head from your shoulder and said "You gonna cum for me, baby?" You nodded, the knot is your stomach was almost unbearable.

His hand went back to you clit/cock and began to rub harshly, you let out a sob before you were pushed off the edge.

Moaned loudly and clenching around his cock, he groaned loudly, saying sweet things to you. "Good job, babygirl/boy. Now, you g-gonna let me cum inside you?~"

You nodded, you began to feel overstimulated and reached down to grip his hand that was still rubbed your clit/cock. He left go and grabbed your hips once more, pulled you down on his cock completely.

His moaned loudly, and came deep inside of you. When he came down from his high, he was still balls deep inside of you.

You both heard the door open and quickly got your shorts on. The movie was still paying and you both sat up next to each other. Eyes focused on the screen, and greeted your parents/guardians.

They didn't expect a thing.. that was until the next the next morning, when they found you both laying in bed naked with the bed sheets over you.

|♡| Phone Sex |♡|

Feat. Tanaka Ryunosuke x F!Reader, Bokuto Kotaro x F!Reader, Tendou Satori x F! Reader

Description: Due to your loving boyfriend being in a different continent for personal reasons, you had been feeling quite lonely in your once shared apartment. You hadn’t expected him to come back for at least another three weeks, which almost seemed unbearable. You two had been keeping contact with innocent skype calls and text messages, until recently when things between the two of you get steamy through the screen. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Sexting, Mutual Masturbation,  Established Relationship, Long Distance?, Desperation, Mentions of Punishment, Brief Insecurities  Word Count: 2,681

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything

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|♡| Tanaka Ryunosuke |♡|

“Miss you”

The short text has you smiling to yourself, kicking your feet at the edge of your bed as your boyfriend continues to complain about how tiresome this trip was and how much he wished he was in bed with you. It wasn’t long before your perverse boyfriend turned his sweet messages into provocative texts, hinting strongly to send him nude photos of yourself. 

“It’s fine if you dont wanna bby, just need a little motivation is all” He sends immediately after, noticing your lack of response. “Are the ones I sent before now cutting it?” You anxiously type the reply to which Tanaka is quick to respond. 

“Ofc, but you know I cant help but want more. I wanna see you.” 

You were always nervous about taking pictures. Always second-guessing your pose or hating on your expression. You had never felt like you were photogenic, and nudes seemed to only strengthen this insecurity despite Tanaka fucking it away numerous times before. 

But you knew your boyfriend, who was completely devoted and obsessed with your character. Just the slightest flash of skin and Tanaka would run laps and have slobber hang from his mouth. He was never shy about how attractive he thought you were. 

You decided to push through your thoughts and do it. After all, you were missing your boyfriend way more than your expected, and the ache between your legs became bothersome. 

“Okay Ryu”

You could practically hear his excitement through the phone as it buzzed with what you assumed was encouragement and gratitude but you were too busy trying to figure out a show to put on for him.

You were in nothing but his old volleyball jersey and some panties, but in the end, you decided it would have to do seeing as you were too anxious to sit and wait in your thoughts.

In the first photo you sat up straight on your knees, nipples poking through the thin fabric of the shirt looking pretty, just as he liked it, and your shirt slightly rid up revealing the flesh of your ass and your underwear. Before insecurities got the best of you, you quickly snapped a photo and sent it to your boyfriend.

Almost instantly you got a list of texts from Tanaka including both compliments and pictures of his boxers, red in color,  with a large imprint and slight wet spot around the tip.

“Your so pretty baby you always get me like this”

“It hurtsss”

Shamelessly you staired. You missed him so much, him pounding you away with so much enthusiasm you swore you could pass out on the spot. Nothing was as good as Tanaka’s cock, but you settled with your hand making its way between your legs, teasing your folds through your underwear.

“Can you take off my jersey for me baby?”

The request had you giggling. Tanaka had a thing for your chest, he would often ask you to push them together and give them a little shake so he could fuck them and cum on your face, breasts often soar and covered in cum from the titty jobs. So you did just that, knowing he would love it.

This time you had more confidence, sending a short video of you stripping off the jersey and leaving you in a lacey bra. You then snapped photos in various positions, each showing your round breasts, sometimes squeezing or pinching them leaving your nipples cute and red. 

- ‘Meathead’ has sent a video -

Tanaka then sent his own video, leaving you gasping audibly as the first frame showed your boyfriend sliding a pocket pussy over his thick cock, wet with what you could assume was his own spit. 

“Ah, babe look what you did to me. Shit, you look so pretty there in my jersey. Your not even showing me your cute cunt yet and your already driving me nuts baby.” He then proceeded to send picture after picture of his body only making you crave him more. 

Tanaka was muscular and cut, slight freckles adorning his shoulders and down the trail of his abs where his cock sat still wet from his previous actions which you assumed he stopped just for you. In some of the videos he was flexing and laughing with that same stupid grin and angry eyebrows that proved although you were a great distance apart and talking through a screen he was still your Tanaka. 

All caution was thrown to the wind as you decided to strip yourself of your panties after taking some photos of the wet spot he caused before sending him lengthy videos of your plunging your fingers in your cunt, attempting to imitate his own during your rounds of sex. 

“Ryu, Ryu, please. Feels so, so good.” You whined, attempting to hold your phone steady as you raised your hips to grind against your hand. Everything was too hot, the video of Tanaka fucking himself with a toy just kept playing in your mind and you couldn’t help but want more. You moved your fingers to flick your sensitive clit which seemed to do the trick and drive you over the edge.

“Wat you, want you so bad. Shit, shit — Ry-Ryunosuke,” you screamed as your hole clamped around your fingers and your eyes rolled back into your head, breath shallow from the intense orgasm that ripped through your body. It took a few minutes to recover before you shakily cleaned yourself up and sent the video to your beloved boyfriend. 

- ‘PRETTY BABY <3′ has sent a video -

“Hope this helps, Ryu, I miss you I wish you were here to help me <33″

|♡| Bokuto Kotaro |♡|

It was probably around one in the morning when your phone rang, buzzing so loud that it shook your whole nightstand causing you to curse yourself for not putting it on do not disturb. 

The call had interrupted your rather steamy dream about your boyfriend, imagining the tan he had gotten from his harsh training with the rest of the National Volleyball Team in some ‘top secret’ place Bokuto refused to tell you about until he had gotten back. 

Now you were left cranky, horny, and tired. Quickly, you smacked your hand down on the phone and answered, bringing the receiver to your mouth to groan out a displeased “what!”

“Don’t be mad..” Your eyes widened at Bokuto’s panting voice, small groans and whimpers making their way to your ear. “Ko? What is it puppy? Why are you calling me so late?”

“I’m sorry baby,” he whined, voice seemingly getting louder. “I’m so fucking hard, it hurt too much I couldn’t sleep.” You sat up quickly realizing what was happening. Just the very thought of Bokuto touching himself had you squeezing your thighs together. 

“Please! Say something I need your voice, can’t cum without you.” 

You smiled, slowly pushing down your loose shorts. “What are you doing now baby, tell me. I wanna know.” Bokuto whimpered at your tone, not enjoying your teasing but decided to play along. “I-I’m fucking fisting my cock babe, it feels so fucking good. I really want you I wish you were here. ‘m miss you.” 

“Wanna know what I’m doing Ko?” You ask slowly, his answer and small sounds of pleasure only fueling you as you circle your finger around my clit. Bokuto desperately asks you to tell him, feeding into your sultry voice and teasing remarks. 

“’m wearing only your jersey, I miss you too, so so much Ko. Smells just like you.” Your boyfriend moans loudly as you continue to describe what you're wearing, telling him every detail about your now discarded panties and your hair tied up messily just how he likes. If you weren’t before you were wide awake now. 

“I’m touching myself, Kotaro. Just for you, you make me feel so good, wish I could cum all over your cock.” You hear Bokuto drop the phone as the found of loud, wet smacking now mixes with his voice, which was begging you to let him touch, to let him taste even if it wasn’t possible.

“I wish it was your fingers baby. How many do you want me to put in? I want to feel good Ko, make me feel good.” 

“Oh fuck! Fuck baby put in two, I promise you, once these awful weeks are up you're not leaving that bed. I need you, baby, I need that pussy.” Bokuto’s voice is commanding and hoarse, telling you he’s probably rubbing himself raw to get to the edge. Your poor boyfriend, he must have been jerking off all night before he called you. 

You sighed when you followed his orders, hole already sensitive and clenching from your harsh rubs on your clit earlier. Not to mention the combination of the wet dream and his voice made you want to roll your eyes back and cream. You were probably closer than he was. But you were determined. 

“C’mon Ko, baby. I want you to cum so bad, miss you so much.” Bokuto’s breathing became sporadic and the harsh slapping sounds of his fist bumping his abs as he tried to get off to your voice increased tenfold. You decided to pull out the trump card, knowing it would drive Bokuto instantly off edge. 

“You’re so good for me Ko, such a good boy. I want you to cum for me Ko, wan’ it so bad. Please cum for me.” 

It was like you said the magic words because as soon as the praises left your mouth your boyfriend began withering and crying into the speaker of your phone, your pussy throbbing in response to him as your high came to a crash, leaving you shaking and panting. The combination of sleep and the orgasm left knocked you out cold because the next time you woke up was to the birds chirping and your alarm clock flashing a bright “8:45″ onto your face. 

You instantly went to check your phone to see several attachments from Bokuto with a cum covered chest and spent dick as well as shameless messages about how deep he was going to fuck you when he was finished training. At the end of it all was a simple but sweet message from him. 

“Night babe, love ya ;)” 

|♡| Tendou Satori  |♡|

“Love,” Tendou cooed, head in his hand as he watched you blush with a soft smile on his face. Tonight was another face-time session, often lasting hours as the two of you talked about your day and caught each other up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  Tendou noticed your heavy gaze on his lips, squirming slightly in your chair as you tried your best to focus on the conversation. You were daydreaming again, about his lips wrapped around your clit and flicking his heavenly tongue around your cunt till you screamed his name. It was quite obvious what you wanted, but your boyfriend decided he wanted to have some fun first.

  Your boyfriend set down his phone, leaning it against something on the desk of the hotel he was staying at before leaning back allowing his shirt to ride up slightly to give you a teasing view of his abs and happy trail.

  “I wish you were here sweetheart, these judges don’t know what good desserts taste like if they were even considering other people’s entries.” He droned on about the baking competition which had stolen him away from you for a couple of weeks, lifting his shirt up to wipe non-existent sweat off his face and reveal his pale torso.

The enticing view lasted for only a moment but your boyfriend couldn't help but snicker at your dazed look. "Hold on babe, I gotta change my pants they are getting a little...tight."  He then proceeded to walk off camera and throw down his pants and underwear, soft grunts leaving the speaker of your phone causing your pussy to clench at the show.

“Satori,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together slightly. You and Tendou often were in bed together, but this trip and lack of sex had really taken a toll on you. You were too shy to ask your boyfriend for phone sex in the past, but today you wanted to change that, you wanted to see him toy with his pretty cock, and you two cum together.

“I’m..,” You attempt to voice your needs but chicken out of it last second, turning your head to your lap to get a peek of the lingerie set you had worn under the old shirt you were wearing. It was one of Tendou’s favorites, dark maroon with thin sheer lace and pretty elaborate patterns.

“You have to tell me so I can give you what you want, I have no idea what you're getting at I need words, pretty,” Tendou called, looking up to see him sitting back down in his chair, the position his phone was in leaving his dick just out of view although you could see his hand move up and down.  It was then you realized your boyfriend was just toying with you, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and send a glare toward the red-haired man.

“What? Oh c’mon, I didn’t mean no harm.” He teased, a curved smirk covering his pretty lips as lifted his hips slightly to reveal his weeping pink head dribbling with pre-cum.

You scoffed, hands reaching for the hem of your shirt as you peeled it off yourself to reveal your sexy attire to the camera, pushing your chair back so he could get a good view. “Sure, pretty boy, of course, you didn't mean it. But that doesn't mean I won't give you a taste of your own medicine”

Quickly gaining confidence and wanting to get back at him for teasing, you spread your legs apart and began teasing yourself through your underwear, swaying yourself in the chair to not give him an easy view of yourself. “Wait, hold on baby,” he chuckled, quickly pushing down the camera in the hope you would forget your anger and instead get lost at the sight of him revealing his pretty cock in all its glory.

You remained strong however and clicked your tongue, pushing your panties to the side to give your fingers access to your sticky hole. Tendou quickly realized how much he was losing this battle and began to regret his slight teasing. “Baby don’t be that way, I’m sorry,” he sighed, pulling his cock as he watched your tits move while you swayed in the chair.

“I don’t know pretty boy, you’ve been teasing me this whole time with flirty messages and nudes knowing I can’t have you.” A fake pout made its way to your face as you sped up your maneuvers, freehand pulling down the cups of your proactive bra to tweak your nipple. “I don’t think that’s very fair, do you?”

  “Don’t tease me Y/N or I promise you when I get back-”

“What Satori? You’ll punish me three weeks from now?” You laughed at him, knowing very well when he gets back you were in for one hell of a ride. You decided to be merciful and stop swaying your body and give him a clear view of your soaking cunt.

  Tendou’s eyes were glued to your hole, fluttering around your fingers as you sloppily tried to reach your high, he knew he could do so much better than your tiny, clumsy hand. “Don’t cum,” he snarled, knowing by the way you heaved that you were getting close, but Tendou wasn’t nearly there from your previous efforts blocking what he craved to see. 

“Aww, pretty boy, your struggling?” You laughed, moving to rub your clit furiously and letting a few stray moans leave your lips. “Feels so good baby, if only you were here.”

“Y/N I swear-”

You hung up before you could hear the rest of his sentence, orgasm hitting you seconds after you hit the end call button releasing sounds between a laugh and a groan.  

You were in for it when he got home. |♡|—–|♡| 

Authors Note: Hello everyone! I’m not too sure how I like this one, I think only certain parts I was happy with (─‿─) . Let me know if you like this format with multiple characters! Buh bye!!  Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything

Hear me out. Giving bokuto or ushijima their first bj in their early 20s. They’re just so busy all the time and once they finally meet you, how do you think It would go down?

You've been heard and its fantastic lolol

I hope you enjoy my love <333

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Anon Ask: Bokuto (NSFW)

The door creaked open, and Bokuto stepped inside with a quiet, exhausted sigh. His duffel bag was slung over one broad shoulder, and his varsity jacket hung haphazardly off him, half-zipped like he hadn’t even bothered to fix it. His hair was still damp from a post-practice shower, curling slightly at the ends, and the faint scent of soap and something distinctly him wafted across the room.

When he spotted you sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, his whole face changed. The tension in his shoulders softened, and a slow, sleepy smile spread across his lips.

"Hey," he said, voice rough and warm from hours of practice. "Didn't expect you to wait up."

You shrugged lightly, trying to keep it casual even though your heart squeezed at the sight of him—tired, flushed, and somehow still so beautiful. "Missed you," you admitted.

His smile deepened, fondness glowing in his golden eyes. Dropping his bag by the door, he kicked off his shoes with a lazy nudge and trudged over to you.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he collapsed beside you with a soft grunt, leaning heavily against you. His head found its way to your shoulder, his body curling toward you instinctively, seeking your warmth like a magnet.

"I'm so tired," he mumbled, words slurring slightly against your shirt.

You threaded your fingers through his damp hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp. He melted instantly, a low, content hum vibrating from his chest.

"Poor baby," you teased gently, though your heart ached with how worn down he was. He always gave everything—on the court, in class, with his teammates. There was never anything left for himself.

He huffed a quiet laugh against you. "Missed you too, y'know."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

For a while, you just sat there, letting him soak in your presence. You could feel the weight of his exhaustion, the way his body sagged against yours, trusting you to hold him up.

After a long moment, you shifted slightly, your hand trailing down from his hair to cup his cheek, tilting his face up to look at you.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips slightly parted. So open. So vulnerable.

You leaned in, kissing him softly at first, your lips brushing over his in a slow, lingering touch. Bokuto sighed into your mouth, his large hands finding your waist, gripping you gently like he couldn’t bear not to touch you.

The kiss deepened naturally, lazy and warm, until you were shifting to straddle his lap, feeling the solid weight of him beneath you. Your hands slid down his chest, over the faint ridges of his stomach, until they hovered at the waistband of his jeans.

When your fingers brushed the growing tent forming there, he gasped softly against your mouth, hips jerking up slightly into your palm.

You pulled back just enough to look at him—his cheeks flushed, pupils wide, breathing shallow.

The thought struck you all at once. A way to take care of him. To give him something back.

"Let me take care of you tonight," you whispered.

Confusion flickered across his face. "You don't have to—"

You silenced him with another kiss, even deeper this time, pouring everything you felt into it—all the longing, all the tenderness, all the need.

When you pulled back, his breath caught audibly. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed a soft pink.

You slid off the bed and knelt between his legs, resting your hands lightly on his thighs.

His breath hitched. "Wait—you… you don't—"

"I want to," you murmured, voice steady, fingers tracing slow circles against the thick muscle of his thighs.

Bokuto looked like he wanted to argue, but the words caught in his throat. He nodded instead, swallowing hard.

You reached for the button of his jeans, popping it open with deft fingers. His breathing grew ragged as you tugged the zipper down, his cock straining against the fabric.

When you freed him, he was already hard, twitching slightly under the cool air and your intense gaze.

You smiled up at him—gentle, reassuring—and leaned in to press a soft kiss against the head of his cock.

He gasped, his hips jerking slightly before he forced himself to stay still, fists clenching in the blanket.

"Holy shit," he whispered, voice barely a breath.

You took your time, trailing kisses down his length, licking slow, teasing stripes along the underside. Every little sound he made—the sharp inhales, the choked-off moans—made your stomach flutter.

When you finally wrapped your lips around him, sinking down slowly, his whole body shuddered.

"F-Fuck…" he whimpered, head tipping back against the bed, throat working as he swallowed thickly.

You set a slow, steady rhythm, bobbing your head while your hand stroked what your mouth couldn't reach. Your free hand stayed firm on his thigh, feeling every tremor, every tiny twitch.

Bokuto was a mess almost immediately, biting his lip hard enough to turn his knuckles white, trying desperately to keep quiet. His hips jerked despite himself, tiny, helpless movements you easily accommodated.

When you glanced up at him, the sight nearly undid you—his flushed cheeks, the glassy sheen in his eyes, the way he looked at you like you were something holy.

"I'm gonna…" he panted, voice breaking. "Gonna cum… if you…"

The desperate edge in his voice made something snap inside you.

You moaned softly around him, then picked up the pace—bobbing your head faster, taking him deeper with each stroke. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth, twisting gently at the base as you sucked harder, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside.

Bokuto cried out, head falling back against the bed, chest heaving with ragged breaths. His thighs tensed under your palms, muscles trembling as he fought to keep himself grounded.

"F-Fuck, baby…" he gasped, voice cracking, hips jerking up despite himself. "I'm… I'm—"

With a shuddering groan that was almost a whimper, Bokuto came hard, hips stuttering helplessly as he spilled hot and heavy into your mouth. You swallowed carefully, easing him through it, the sounds he made—broken, vulnerable—searing themselves into your memory.

You kept your movements slow and gentle until he sagged back against the bed, completely spent, every muscle in his body quivering with the aftermath.

When you finally pulled back, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, you looked up at him through your lashes.

He stared down at you like you’d personally rewritten the laws of physics, wide-eyed and flushed, chest still rising and falling rapidly.

"You're…" he croaked, still breathless. "You're amazing."

You climbed back onto the bed, and Bokuto immediately dragged you into his arms, cradling you against his chest like he never wanted to let you go.

"Stay," he whispered, voice raw.

"Wasn't planning on leaving," you murmured against his skin, pressing a kiss to his racing heart.

He held you tighter, burying his face in your hair, soaking in your warmth, your presence—everything he’d missed without even realizing it.

And for once, there was nowhere else either of you needed to be.

Husbandry: Bokuto (NSFW)

Koutaro loved being a father. He loved everything about it—the giggles, the tiny hands reaching for his, the way his child clung to his leg like a koala when he tried to leave for practice. He loved the sleepy, drooling cuddles, the way they cheered for him at games even when they barely understood what was going on, the pure adoration in their big, bright eyes.

He loved his family. He loved the life he had built with you.

But damn, he was dying to fuck his wife.

At first, it wasn’t so bad. The newborn stage had been exhausting, but you’d found your moments, stolen kisses between diaper changes and late-night feedings. But now? Now, his kid was everywhere.

Hina wanted to play all the time, wanted to be glued to your side, wanted to co-sleep every damn night. If he so much as kissed you for too long, tiny hands would push between you both, demanding attention. And the worst part? You loved it. You’d always been so patient with her, smiling when she pulled you away from him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before going to settle her back into bed. Meanwhile, Koutaro was left aching, frustrated, and wound up tighter than a spring.

The longing was getting unbearable. He needed you. Needed to feel your hands on him, your nails digging into his back, the press of your body against his without interruption.

So when he saw his chance—his first real chance in weeks—he pounced.

Hina was absorbed in her favorite cartoon, settled comfortably on the couch, giggling at the screen, completely distracted. And you? You were in the kitchen, slicing up fruit, completely alone.

Koutaro didn’t hesitate.

He moved in fast, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, burying his face against your neck, groaning dramatically. "Baby, I’m starving."

You laughed, not missing the way his hands wandered, sliding under your shirt, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles against your stomach. "I’m literally making you a snack right now."

"Not that kinda hungry," he murmured, lips grazing your ear, pressing his hips firmly against your ass so you could feel exactly what he meant.

You inhaled sharply, the knife in your hand faltering for just a second. "Koutaro—"

"C’mon, babe," he whined, rocking his hips just a little, making you shudder. "We can sneak upstairs. Just real quick. Ten minutes. No—five! I swear, I can be fast."

You snorted. "You’re never fast."

He grinned against your skin, his hands moving higher, palming your breasts, kneading them just the way he knew made you weak. "Fine, twenty minutes. But you have to be quiet."

You let out a soft, breathy moan, pressing back into him just enough to feel the hard, teasing drag of his body against yours. Your breathing picked up, your fingers gripping the counter as you leaned into his touch, heat pooling low in your stomach. "You’re terrible," you murmured, but there was no real bite to your words. Koutaro smirked against your neck, his hands squeezing your waist. He knew he had you.

Then—

"Mama! I want my fruit!"

Koutaro froze.

You quickly smoothed down your shirt, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear, forcing yourself to look composed.

Tiny feet pattered into the kitchen, and suddenly, Hina was wedging between you and Koutaro, tiny hands tugging at your shirt.

"Mama! I want fruit! And Daddy, come watch my show with me! My favorite episode is on!"

Koutaro exhaled sharply through his nose, closing his eyes for a long moment. Defeated.

You sigh, turning and pecking him on the cheek, grinning. "Guess duty calls, Daddy."

With a deep, exaggerated sigh, Koutaro stepped back, ruffling his child’s hair before lifting her into his arms. "Alright, alright. Let’s go watch your show."

As he walked away, he heard your muffled laughter from the kitchen, making his frustration spike. His fingers flexed against Hina’s back as he carried her, already thinking about revenge.

By the time he settled onto the couch with her, she was already chattering excitedly about her favorite episode, eyes glued to the screen. Koutaro, however, was fuming.

He turned back, just before disappearing into the living room, throwing you a desperate, betrayed look.

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

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Later that night, he was sure he was getting what he wanted.

Koutaro had planned it perfectly. He'd worn Hina out all day—a long walk, hours at the park, a warm bath, and a bedtime story that left her knocked out cold in her own bed. No way she was waking up tonight.

With a victorious smirk, he made his way to the bedroom, already anticipating the way you’d melt under his touch.

He stepped inside to find you standing by the dresser, slipping into one of his old shirts for bed. Your hair was slightly damp from your shower, skin soft, glowing in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

You turned at the sound of the door clicking shut, raising a brow as he stalked toward you. "Where’s Hina?"

"In her own bed," he murmured, voice low, confident. "Sleeping like a log."

Before you could react, his hands were on your waist, pulling you against him. He kissed you like he hadn’t kissed you in months—deep, needy, filled with everything he’d been holding back.

You gasped softly, but you didn’t hesitate, your arms looping around his neck as you pressed back into him, matching his intensity, his hunger. His hands roamed your body, fingers trailing down your spine, squeezing at your hips, touching you like he was trying to make up for lost time.

His mouth moved to your jaw, then your neck, and he groaned as his fingers slid beneath the hem of your shirt, moving lower, lower—

Knock, knock.

A tiny, tearful voice called from the hallway. "Mama? Daddy?"

You and Koutaro froze.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, still tangled together, his breath heavy against your skin.

Then, he pulled back just enough to stare at you, eyes filled with sheer, soul-crushing defeat.

You smirked, barely able to contain your amusement. "Like a log, huh?"

His expression darkened, and you couldn't help it—you burst into laughter.

Groaning, Koutaro dropped his forehead against your shoulder, completely deflated.

Another knock. "Mamaaa…"

With a deep sigh, you both quickly fixed yourselves up before Koutaro trudged to the door, opening it to reveal Hina standing there, rubbing her sleepy little eyes, sniffling.

"Had a bad dream, baby?" you cooed, crouching down to brush her hair back gently.

She nodded, sniffling again before reaching up toward Koutaro. "Can I sleep with you and Mama?"

He glanced over at you, looking so damn resigned, so utterly defeated.

You grinned, shrugging. "Guess duty calls again, Daddy."

Letting out the most dramatic sigh of his life, Koutaro scooped her up, carrying her to the bed. He flopped onto the mattress, his dream of having you to himself completely shattered as she snuggled between you both.

As you reached over to turn off the light, you caught Koutaro’s stare from across the pillow—his desperate, betrayed look that all but screamed: This isn’t over.

But hours later, it was still keeping him awake.

He laid there in the dark, eyes fixed on the ceiling, his body tense with frustration. Every single attempt at having you to himself had been shut down, and now, with his daughter nestled comfortably between you both, it felt like the final nail in his coffin.

Except—he wasn’t giving up. Not tonight.

Slowly, he turned his head, glancing at Hina. Her breathing was steady, deep, completely out. Koutaro stayed still for a few more moments, just to be sure, before carefully, painstakingly, peeling himself away from the bed.

You stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent, but he was already leaning in, brushing his lips against your ear. "Baby… come with me."

You blinked groggily, barely registering his voice. "Kou…?"

"Shhh," he whispered, his hand warm against your waist. "Come on. Just trust me."

Still half-asleep, you let him pull you up, letting him lead you quietly, carefully out of the bedroom. As soon as you both stepped into the dimly lit living room, you rubbed at your eyes, yawning. "Koutaro… what’s going on?"

But he didn’t answer with words.

Instead, he tilted your chin up, trailing soft kisses down your jaw, your neck, whispering against your skin. "We just need to be quiet."

Your breath hitched, your drowsiness evaporating in an instant as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him.

You gasped softly, but the second his mouth found that sensitive spot just beneath your ear, you melted into him. "Koutaro, you’re insatiable…"

He grinned, his fingers already slipping beneath the hem of your shirt as he guided you toward the couch. "Missed you too much, baby. Can’t wait anymore."

And as he pressed you down onto the cushions, settling between your legs, he whispered again, "Just keep quiet for me, yeah?"

You barely had a chance to respond before his hand slipped between your legs, fingertips tracing along your inner thigh, teasing, taking his time. You shivered, your legs instinctively parting wider for him, and he let out a quiet, pleased hum.

"That’s it, baby," he murmured against your ear, his fingers brushing over your underwear, pressing against the heat already pooling there. "You’re already so wet for me. Missed this, huh?"

You bit your lip, nodding as you arched into his touch, barely suppressing a gasp when he slid his fingers under the fabric, stroking you slow, deliberate.

"Koutaro—"

"Shhh, baby," he whispered, his other hand coming up to gently cover your mouth. "Gotta stay quiet, remember?"

Your head tipped back against the couch as he slid a finger inside, curling just right, dragging along that spot that had you nearly choking on your moans. When he added a second, his pace deep and unrelenting, your thighs clamped around his hand, body trembling under his touch.

"Feel good?" he asked, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. "Bet you’ve been needing this just as bad as I have."

You could barely nod, barely breathe, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as he worked you open, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Wanna come for me, baby?" His voice was low, coaxing, filthy. "I can feel you squeezing me—go ahead, let go. Just be quiet."

You whined against his palm, your whole body tensing as pleasure crashed over you, your walls pulsing around his fingers as you came, thighs shaking.

Koutaro groaned, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, your cheeks, his fingers slowing but not stopping as he helped you ride it out.

"Good girl," he whispered, nuzzling against your temple. "That’s my girl."

Before you could fully come down, he was shifting, gripping your hips, lining himself up.

"K-Koutaro—"

He pushed in, slow, deep, deliberate, and you nearly sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls clenched around him, so tight, so warm, making his breath stutter against your skin.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your back arching as he bottomed out, his size stretching you perfectly. The sensation was too much, so intense it sent tears flooding your eyes.

Koutaro kissed them away, murmuring against your skin, "Needed this, baby. Needed you. So bad."

His thrusts were slow, deep, each roll of his hips pressing right where you needed him most. You were drowning in the feeling, in the weight of him, in the way he moved inside you like he was savoring every second.

You wanted to cry out, to let him know just how good he was making you feel, but his hand was quick to cover your mouth again, muffling your desperate whimpers.

"Shhh, baby," he whispered, voice strained, nearly breaking from how good you felt around him. "Can’t have Hina hearing, right? Just be good for me, just take it—"

And you did. You took all of him, his slow, aching thrusts sending you spiraling, pulling you under, dragging out every bit of pleasure until you couldn’t hold it anymore.

"Koutaro—oh god—"

"I got you," he whispered, gripping your waist tighter, his hips stuttering as he felt you clamp down around him. "Come with me, baby. Let go."

The second your body tensed, walls pulsing around him, he followed, groaning as he spilled deep inside you, burying his face against your neck as he let go completely.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Just the sound of ragged breathing, the quiet hum of the house, the lingering warmth of each other.

Then—

A soft shuffling noise. A tiny, sleepy voice.

"Mama? Daddy?"

Your entire body locked up, heart stopping, breath catching in your throat.

Koutaro went completely still, eyes widening in horror.

Another rustling noise. "Mamaaa… where’d you go?"

You whipped your head around, eyes darting to the hallway, panic surging through you. Koutaro’s mind raced, searching for an escape, an excuse, anything.

Then—quick as lightning—he peeked his head up over the couch, calling out in the most casual voice he could muster—

"Just helping Mommy look for something, sweetheart! We’ll be back in bed soon!"

Your face burned.

Hina yawned, rubbing her sleepy little eyes, looking far too tired to question anything. "Okay… hurry up, ‘kay?"

"We will, baby," you managed to choke out. "Go back to bed, we’ll be right there."

She sniffled, nodded, and padded back down the hall.

The second she was gone, you collapsed against Koutaro’s chest, smacking his shoulder. "You absolute menace."

He groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. "I can’t live like this."

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. "That’s why I asked my parents to take her for the weekend."

Koutaro froze.

Then, slowly, he lifted his head, staring at you like you’d just given him the greatest gift of his life.

Without another word, he nuzzled into you, wrapping you up in his arms like he never wanted to let go. "I love you so much."

You smiled, cuddling into his warmth, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I love you too."

Favourite Positions: Bokuto

Of all the ways Bokuto loved to fuck you, having your hips dangling off the edge of the bed while he pounded into you from above was by far his favorite.

There was just something about it—how it let him watch you, take in the way your body stretched out beneath him, the way your tits bounced with every hard thrust. How your legs, struggling to stay wrapped around his waist, trembled from the sheer force of him. But more than anything?

It was the way you looked up at him.

Eyes wide, dazed—needy.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so—” Bokuto cut himself off with a groan, grip tightening on your thighs as he slammed into you, his cock driving deep, deeper, until you were arching, gasping, fingers clawing at the sheets.

The angle was almost too much. He could tell by the way you squeezed him, the way you trembled every time he bottomed out, hitting that spot inside you that made your whole body jolt.

“You feel it?” he panted, his abs flexing with every thrust. “Yeah, you do. Fuck—you’re so tight.”

You could barely respond, words lost in broken moans as he set the pace brutal. Skin meeting skin, the slick sounds of your bodies tangling together—his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

His hands left your thighs, one gripping your hip to hold you still, the other sliding down, fingertips ghosting over your stomach before pressing firmly right where he could feel himself inside you.

“Shit,” he groaned, head tilting back, muscles tensing. “I’m so deep in you, baby. Fuck, you take me so well.”

Your back arched at the pressure, the sensation overwhelming, white-hot pleasure spreading through every nerve.

Then, his hand moved lower.

The second his fingers found your clit—rubbing messy, frantic circles—you snapped.

Your whole body locked up, pleasure crashing into you so hard you let out a cry, a high, desperate sound as your walls clenched tight around him. The feeling had Bokuto gritting his teeth, his thrusts turning erratic, chasing his own release as you milked him for everything he had.

One, two, three more thrusts—

Then he was spilling inside you, groaning your name like it was the only thing he knew, hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

For a long moment, the only sound was heavy breathing, the heat of your bodies pressed together, sweat slick and satisfied.

Then, Bokuto let out a breathless, giddy laugh, leaning down to press a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss against your parted lips.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, voice still wrecked. “We’re so doing that again.”

trussed

⋆ ࣪. kotaro bokuto x reader

-16 and ageless blogs dni

contents Ⳋ bondage, dirty talk, breeding, size difference, established relationship, bokuto’s vocal asf

a/n : im sorry it took a while for me to start writing again, i’ve been rly sick but i wanted to get something done for yall :3

word count: 1.5k

yours and bokuto’s sex life was nothing short of boring. you two basically fucked like rabbits; when you started, you kept going until you couldn’t.

bokuto is a big guy; both of you are aware of that. his height, his muscles, even his dick prove that. you’d always wake up sore but he’d make up for it with his aftercare. no matter how you may complain, you love the way he manhandles you. you’ve been doing some thinking, and you want to try something new.

bokuto fiddled with his keys outside your shared apartment, finally home after a couple hours of practice. you perked up from your seat on the couch, deciding to meet him halfway. you stumbled over to the door to open it before he could, swinging it open and looking up at him with a smile on your face. his gaze immediately softened upon the sight of you.

you wasted no time wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing him, making him laugh. “somebody missed me, huh?” he teased, and you nodded swiftly into the crook of his neck. he sighed, basking in your scent as his arms lazily wrapped around your waist. you pressed your chest against his, peppering kisses along his neck.

he tilted his head to give you more access, a shiver running down his spine. “you’re wastin’ no time, huh?” he said, squeezing your hips. you shook your head, lifting up to meet his half-lidded gaze. “needed you all day,” you pouted, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “yeah?” he piqued, making you hum. “wanna try something new.” you mumbled, your hands running along his torso.

his eyes lit up, his hands gliding down your sides to grip at your ass. “oh really? what might that be?” he asked, and you simply shook your head, grabbing his wrist and leading him to your shared bedroom. he laughed. “damn, you really are needy, huh?” he asked, a rhetorical question making your eyes roll.

as you entered the room, you dropped his wrist and stumbled to the nightstand, pulling out the drawer and dug out a soft rope; one he hadn’t seen before. his heart leaped in his chest. he had an idea of where this was going, making his shorts tight. he placed his hands on his hips, waiting for you to speak.

you turned to face him with it in your hands, your expression obviously flushed. it was a bit embarrassing to say; not that he would judge you, you knew he wouldn’t; but the fact you had to say it out loud makes you a bit awkward. you mumbled something under your breath, and he tilted his head.

“hm? you’re gonna needa speak up, pretty,” he said, his voice a little huskier than before. you stared up at him through your lashes. “want you to tie me up.” he stared at you for a moment, a chuckle escaping from him, rumbling deep within his chest. he took the rope gently from out of your hands, and pushed you down against the mattress. “really? what made you think of this?” he said, his lips finding your skin, his hands holding your hips as he nipped your collarbone. you sighed.

“..like when you manhandle me, kou,” you flushed, a whimper leaving your mouth as his teeth grazed against your sensitive skin. “fuck,” he groaned, “you like when i toss you around? hm?” he hummed against your skin, his golden eyes staring at you. you nod, a grin gracing his features. “good girl,” he purred, making you shiver.

he took the rope in his hands and examined it, looking between it and you. you were sprawled out on the mattress beneath him, his knees placed on both sides of your legs, encasing you between them. “you’ll look so pretty tied up for me, yeah?” he professed, and you meekly nod. he brings his hands to the hem of your shirt, helping you lift it up over your shoulders and tossing it to the side.

he stared down at your bare chest, licking his lips. “can’t ever get over these perfect tits,” he spoke, cupping the fat in his hands. he pressed a kiss against your sternum, his hands finding their way to the hem of your panties. “let’s get these off, hm?” he asked, and you nod, lifting your hips off the bed to help him hike it down your thighs. he groaned. “so fucking wet, and i didn’t even touch you yet, baby,” he cooed, bringing two fingers to glide between your folds. you shudder, a moan leaving your lips. “please,” you mutter, “i just need you to fuck me.”

he chuckled. “you don’t gotta tell me twice, he said, taking the rope and untying of from eachother. he looked down at you, a more serious look toning his face. “if you wanna stop, or if you want me to untie you, you know the word, okay?” he said, and you nod. “i know,” you agreed, and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. “need you to help me out here, okay? lift your hands above your head.” he said, his voice soft as you complied, lifting your hands to rest above your head.

he took the rope and wrapped it snug around your wrists, tying it just tight enough for you to not slip out of it. “not too tight? all good?” he asked, wanting affirmation that you’re fully on board with this. “kou,” you sigh, a needy sound escaping your throat, “‘s good, please,” you practically beg, making him laugh. “patience, baby,” he tutted, tying the rope around the post of the headboard. once finished, he looked down at his masterpiece, a heavy breath leaving him.

“wish you could see what i see,” he groaned, “look so fuckin’ pretty all at my will like this,” he cleared his throat, his hands pulling at his waist band, swiftly pulling down his shorts and boxers in one go. he was painfully hard, his erection springing free and against his stomach. “see what you do to me?” he said, pumping his length as he spit down on your cunt. you jumped a bit, your legs spreading open as you panted. “kou,” you whined, your impatience growing more evident, and he nodded.

he aligned his tip with your entrance, bottoming out in one go. you gasp, your eyes shooting wide open as you moaned, making him moan as well. his hands rested on your waist as he leaned down to kiss you, letting you adjust to the sudden intrusion. “no matter how much i fuck you, still so tight for me,” he muttered against your lips, making you whimper. he pulled his hips out and slammed them back into you, making you moan loudly.

you always had your hands on him while you two fucked, so the feeling of being at his mercy has you clenching down around him. “oh, you like this, huh?” he teased, starting to drill into you at a steady pace, and you nod. “y-yes, fuck, ‘s so good—!” you whine, your lips puffy as you stare up at him. he nods encouragingly, his thumb coming down to rub circles into your swollen clit. you moan, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“kou, ‘m not gonna last,” you whine, your voice raspy from the amount of moaning you’ve been doing. he laughs. “damn, ‘s that good, huh,” he grinned, his hips picking up in speed, “that’s okay, pretty girl, me either. seeing you like this— fuck, can make me cum on the fuckin’ spot,” he moaned, emphasizing his words with a thrust inbetween each one, and you threw your head back. “oh my god, kou, please— cum inside, want you inside,” you babbled, and he nods, humming “mmhm, mhm,” at your words.

“yeah? want me to fill you up?” he groaned, his hips slamming into you at this point. “yes— fuck! please,” you beg, feeling your orgasm approach. “don’t worry baby, i will. you’re gonna fuckin’ cum with me, understand?” he slapped your clit, making you jolt. “y-yess, fuck, im gonna cum, im cumming—!” you moan, your jaw falling slack as your orgasm washed over you. your ears rang and you saw stars.

the way your walls fluttered around him has his thrusts uncoordinated, “fuckkk, that’s a good girl,” he drawled out, his hips stilling inside you once he helped you work through it, his load spilling into you. he held you against his pelvis, making sure you didn’t waste a drop. you both panted for a minute, and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “you okay?” he muttered, his tone gentle, and you nod tiredly.

he reached up to untie your wrists, tossing the rope to the side and kissing your skin in place. “did so good for me,” he praised, making your heart flutter. “maybe we’ll have to do that more often, seeing how much you liked that,” he teased, rubbing circles into your sore skin. you giggle, reaching up to pull him on top of you, him resting dead weight. “i love you,” you sigh, your head resting against his.

he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your chest. “i love you too.”

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content:: breeding.

bokuto has a breeding kink and i do not make the rules.

he just loves to fill you up and watch ur cunt drip of his essence :3 but oh no, it’s leaking out! looks like he’ll just have to fuck another load into you, making sure you don’t waste a drop ♡

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