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kurosukii · 3 years ago

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader

summary: sometimes your overeager puppy needs to be put in his place.

genre: smut, hybrid au

warnings: 18+. feral puppy boy bo, kinda subby and masochistic bo, panty gagging bo, kinda mean dom!reader, bondage (use of ball gag and silk ropes), overstimulation, begging, slight pussyjob, fleshlight usage, mentions of somnophilia and thigh-fucking, spitting, creampie, cumplay, riding, mating press, vv messy cause puppy bo has so much cum and drool, you and bo kind of switch roles at the end

word count: 3.3k

author’s note: happy birthday to the love of my life <3 the man that i feel safest with and has the fattest and biggest breeder balls in haikyuu. i luv you, this goes out to you, baby boo. <3 (also my first attempt at dom f!reader omg)

no beta we fall like heroes and i finished this today hhh

[2:23 PM]

there are two things that your puppy hates the most in the world—getting punished and fucking anything that isn’t your pussy.

of course, you leaving him alone in the apartment is the third thing, but that’s nothing a few (a lot) dirty clothes and panties in the hamper can’t fix.

no, one of the things bokuto’s puppy brain can’t handle is watching the disappointment in your eyes as you scold him for ruining half of your closet with his cum. i can’t help it, i just miss you so much is what he would always say before he grovels at your feet.

his lips would jut out in a pout, lower lip quivering as he whines and nudges his mess of a grey and black head on your stomach, his gold eyes glossy with unshed tears as he murmurs, won’t do it again, i promise.

you always end up sighing heavily, your hand rubbing his floppy ears as his keen nose sniffs your crotch, his thick tail thudding on the floor showing his excitement at your softening stance.

because no matter what bokuto does, you’ll never stay mad at him for long. he’s just too cute, and you know that he doesn’t have any malicious intentions. after all, he cares about you and only you (and a couple of head pats and ear rubs of course).

truthfully, you’d be saving your breath if you didn’t scold him anymore because his promises are almost always empty. he’d soil your wardrobe with buckets of his cum again and again, and he’ll pull the ever irresistible puppy pout and you’ll just begrudgingly let him off the hook again.

but sometimes, sometimes, bokuto needs to be taught a lesson. reprimanding your puppy with words isn’t enough, so you resort to teaching him a lesson the only way he knows, the only way he will fully understand.

“i don’t think you’ve learned your lesson at all, bo.”

a series of loud and pained whines ring in your ears amidst all the haze and slick sounds of your puppy’s cock meeting the overused toy. bokuto is a mouthy puppy and you’d be hearing his complaints and begging if it weren’t for the ball gag that’s strapped between his rosy lips.

his thighs are taut with tension, fighting so hard not to thrust his hips towards the fleshlight you’re punishing him with. it’s wrong! bokuto shouts indignantly in his head. fucking anything that isn’t your pussy and enjoying it is practically criminal in his eyes.

but what can he do? he disappointed his favorite person in the entire world and he didn’t get away with it this time, much to his chagrin. instead, both of his wrists are tied to the headboard and he can feel the drool from his mouth seeping through the sides, dripping on his chest and abs.

to his puppy brain, this is the ultimate form of torture.

bokuto’s ears are flat on his head, droplets of sweat and tears mixing together as you rapidly stroke his cock with the toy. his gold eyes are wide and round, practically begging you to stop what you’re doing and give him real relief.

his watery eyes tug at your heartstrings and you stop your movements, feeling the way he cries out and sags against the headboard when you pull the fleshlight from his cock with a loud pop as you watch in amazement at the thick rivulets of his cum dripping from the toy’s hole.

your hands make way to the back of his head to unstrap the gag, carelessly throwing it on the other side of the bed. he’s drooling everywhere and he’s tripping over his words, barely coherent but through all the garbled words and incessant whines, you know he’s begging you to let him fuck your pussy.

you take the fleshlight in your hands, waving it in front of your puppy’s face as you jut out your lower lip, mirroring his pleading expression—only yours has malice in it and you’re doing it to mock him.

“you like this toy, bo?” you ask him, your voice sickeningly sweet as strings of his cum land on his heaving stomach.

“no! i hate it!” he cries indignantly, squeezing his eyes shut as he pouts heavily. “then why did you cum so much?”

bokuto’s golden eyes shoot open as he growls, then whimpers at the heat of your narrowed eyes and sharp stare, shaking his head vigorously to the side as his ears flop around his head.

“only your cunt can milk me,” he whines, his hips jerking against the stuffy air. “please, i wanna drown in your pussy, please.”

the wood is creaking loudly against the strength of him tugging at his restraints while his squished tail jerks wildly behind him, wincing at how long he’s been sitting on your bed. you know he can break free from the silk ropes any time, especially with his inhuman strength.

but deep down bokuto knows that his punishment will be even more severe if he disappoints you further. if anyone were to see him right now, they’d think he’s being held against his will, but they don’t know better. they don’t know that your big puppy secretly likes being treated like this because, in the end, you’ll always indulge him.

his face is messy with tears and drool, streaks of it staining his angular face as he pleads for you to let him touch you. the expression in his eyes resembles a kicked puppy—but your bo has always had the flair for the dramatics. actually, it's dramatic to you but it means everything to his cute puppy brain.

“please, please. need your pussy so bad!” he cries, his naked and flushed body shaking in impatience. his cock is still hard and leaking, his balls heavy with the cum he’s still storing for you.

you click your tongue, slightly pinching his muscled thigh to quiet him down but your touch on his sensitive skin only makes him moan, his hips jerking towards your hand as more white strings dribble from his slit.

“i didn’t give you permission to fuck my thighs while i was sleeping and yet you did it anyway.”

“but—”

“but nothing,” you hiss, holding his jaw with one hand and squishing his cheeks. he whimpers at your tone, your eyes boring into his while he blinks slowly, lips quivering and golden eyes even glossier at the annoyance radiating off of you.

even though you’re scolding him, the feeling of your warm fingers on his face is a reprieve from the cold and lifeless toy so he can’t help the way his cock twitches again at the feel of your hand on him, making him whine and hips involuntarily thrusting against the air.

you would've let it slide—just like you always do—if it weren't for the fact that you explicitly told him, no funny business while i’m sleeping, okay? because you had an important presentation at work the next day and you needed a full eight hours of sleep.

but no, you groggily woke up to him groaning with his cock peeking between your thighs, feeling the warmth of his cum dripping on your shorts as he rutted through the glistening skin.

it’s safe to say that he didn’t let you go back to sleep when he noticed that you were awake, and you swear that no matter how many times you cleaned yourself up, his cum was still dripping out of your cunt and messing up your skirt at work.

“i’m just giving you what you want, puppy. i’m giving you the orgasms that you want so badly.”

he hiccups at your menacing tone, his sore wrists aching as much as his balls, bumping his head on the headboard as more tears run down his cheeks at the painful throbbing of his cock. no matter how many times he came in the toy, it’s just not enough.

it can't empty his balls like your pussy can, it's not as wet, and it's not as warm. nothing in this world can milk his cock for all its worth like you can.

meanwhile on your end, you’re astounded that his balls are still so fat and heavy. you still can’t get around the fact that your puppy can literally cum bucket loads.

not to mention, the fact that he's whimpering and shaking while the angry redness of his cock is practically begging you to pay attention to it just proves that he can give you so much more than what he was giving the toy.

you tilt your head to the side as you bite your lip, contemplating on finally giving the true relief that your puppy needs. he’s been begging pathetically for the past hour so, surely he’s learned his lesson by now, despite you saying that he hasn’t.

“do you even still have any cum left for—”

“always! a-always have cum f-for y-you…”

his pout and large teary eyes tug at your heart, your expression softening when he leans forward as he uncharacteristically gives you chaste kisses and light nips on your lower lip. his body is practically vibrating with impatience and anticipation, his ears straightening on his head as his squished tail squirms behind him.

his abs and thighs are stained with streaks of white, his cum drying up and flaking on it. the fleshlight is long forgotten, strings of his release dripping from the abused hole while the two of you are moaning into each other’s mouths as he sloppily licks your lips.

his arms are starting to become numb from being tied up for so long but he doesn’t pay it any mind because he’s busy slobbering all over you, sucking your tongue into his mouth as you finally straddle him. the feel of your soft lingerie-clad body on his muscular and toned form makes him shiver and groan in delight at the feeling of your weight on him.

like the caregiver you are, you concede to your puppy’s wishes and grind on his leaking cock through the thin fabric of your panties. bokuto lets out a whine, more relieved and less pained as he watches you remove them, his eyes widening and tongue lolling out as he watches a thin string connecting your pussy to your panties.

“you want this, puppy?” you whisper sultrily, bunching the cloth in your hand as he nods vigorously, clicking his tongue while his gold eyes watch the small and flimsy fabric dangle in front of his face.

you wipe the mess on his face, giggling when he leans into your touch. you boop his nose with two fingers before sliding it down to his plump lips, rubbing the plush skin as you slip them inside his mouth, moaning softly when he obediently sucks on them.

your bare cunt continues to grind on his shaft, his ears drooping as he moans around your fingers while he rolls his hips, his cock sliding between your wet folds. the bed creaks with the intensity of you humping him, his moans spurring you on while his saliva drips down his chin.

deciding that you’ve teased him enough, you pull your fingers out of his mouth, causing bokuto to whimper at the loss. you coo at him, voice placating while you gently pull his chin down, signaling him to stick out his tongue.

you praise him for being such a good boy, making him shiver while his hooded eyes watch your every move as he waits for you. you spit on his tongue and his entire body shudders from the lewd but welcome action. before he can swallow your spit, you swiftly put the rumpled panties inside his mouth and he moans so loudly that it makes you tremble, his eyes visibly rolling to the back of his head.

giggling at his reaction, you kiss his nose as you position yourself, hovering over him while he gathers every ounce of his strength to not thrust his hips upward. you place one hand on his shoulder while the other, the two fingers he was sucking on earlier, spreads your folds as you slowly sink down on his pulsing cock.

his growl vibrates in your ears at finally being enveloped in your cunt, your hips jerking when he pulses inside of you. the animal in his dna rushes through him, the primal instinct to fuck his chosen mate is taking over. the last vestiges of his barely present control finally snap and he plants his feet on the bed as he starts rutting into you with strength and force that immediately has you seeing stars.

the bed shakes from his weight and thrusts as you moan and cry out praises for him. your arms wrap around his thick neck as he nuzzles his face in the junction of your throat while he lets out a mix of growls and whines.

“good boy, bo. good boy, your puppy cock is made just for me, right?” you moan into his hair, your eyes fluttering at the drag of his veiny cock against your walls. he nods fervently, rubbing his sweaty face on the column of your neck while his affirmations are muffled by your panties.

your fingers shakily tug at the silk ropes secured around his wrists and in his puppy mind, it means he’s finally allowed to touch you. in the midst of your pleasured cries and slapping of skin, you hear the sound of fabric tearing.

bokuto rips them off effortlessly and through his moans and growls, he flips your bodies and you find your back on the bed as he haphazardly throws your legs over his shoulders, crushing his body against yours, all the while not stopping his harsh and heavy thrusts.

the ache in your thighs from being put in such a position isn’t new but you can’t deny that you’ll never get used to the way bokuto easily folds you in half so he could be closer to you, fuck his cock deeper into your cunt.

“mine, mine, my pussy. s-so tight, warm, wet,” he says in a guttural moan, half of the words muffled as your panties dangle out of his mouth.

he roughly pounds you into the mattress, clearly making up for lost time. the volume of your whimpers rivals his as you pull your panties off your face and grip his shoulders, your nails leaving red crescents on his tan skin.

“don’t keep my pussy away from me ever again,” he growls against your lips before shoving his tongue in your mouth, licking your teeth as he slobbers all over you. your foreheads touch while you moan and cry into his mouth, your eyes crossing from the pounding your pussy is taking.

the sound of his balls slapping heavily on your ass is practically deafening and your thighs ache from being pressed so close to your chest. bokuto pulls away from your mouth with a groan as he lifts himself off your body, intently watching the way your covered tits bounce from his thrusts.

he only keeps that position for a few minutes before he lowers himself again, this time nuzzling your cheek with his as he alternates between licking and nibbling your ear, his floppy ears tickling your face while his tail rapidly sways behind him, showing his excitement and pleasure at finally being inside you.

it’s nothing new, but the way your mixed fluids leak from your pussy, coating his cock in a creamy white while it drips down his balls and your ass still gets you embarrassed. but evidently, it’s so fucking hot, the way you and your puppy always have messy and sticky sex.

you don’t hear any more words and barely coherent sentences from him because he resorted to just growling and whining. the human part of his brain is turned off as the only thing swimming in his mind is fucking you silly and covering your body with his cum.

as if the two of you aren’t close enough with the way he has you folded in half, he takes hold of your hips with one hand, the other supporting himself as he practically squats on the bed, and lifts your lower half off the sheets as he pushes your pliant body towards his pelvis.

his inhuman strength allows him to keep your lower back off the bed, so you could be in sync with his movements as he makes you meet his every thrust. he’s fucking you so deeply and harshly that you’re sure you’re going to have bruises inside your cunt.

your fingers grip the sheets so tightly that the skin of your knuckles is stretched as you let your puppy use you like his personal fleshlight. his tail twitches with every deep thrust he makes, the tip of his cock kissing the entrance to your cervix.

your eyes are cloudy and dizzy, tongue lolling out as your toes curl from your impending orgasm. it doesn’t help that his toned and ridged pelvis keeps rubbing against your clit as he thrusts back into you.

“p-puppy, gonna cum! ‘m so close, puppy. m-make me cum, yeah? w-want me to cream all o-over your cock,” you babble, clenching and unclenching your pussy around him. bokuto moans your name, his eyes crossed as his thrusts become even sloppier and erratic as the squelch of him meeting your creamy cunt sends him into overdrive.

“oh my god, bo! right there-fuck yes!” you scream, body convulsing as his cock hits your sweet spot at the right time. the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him makes bokuto’s hips stutter as he shouts your name, his own sweaty body shaking from his first real orgasm of the day.

he crashes on top of you, his lips parted as strings of spit and saliva coat your lips, golden eyes hazy as his hips jerk in quick thrusts. he lets you milk him dry and he moans at the heat and thickness of his cum coating your stretched walls, infinitely times better than the toy you subjected him to earlier.

you whine at the rivulets of cum seeping from your hole, face heating up at the wet popping sound you hear when your puppy pulls out and lifts himself off of your heaving chest. he makes a distressed sound when he sees his cum leaking out of your pussy, immediately pushing it back inside with shaky fingers as you whine and weakly swat away his fingers.

“don’t wanna let it go to waste!” bokuto whines childishly before licking your lips and planting a sloppy kiss. you blow him a raspberry and expect to feel him curl up against your side, nuzzling his face on your tits, his tail tapping a neat rhythm as both of you drift into a post-sex nap but he only makes you rest for a few seconds before you yelp as he flips you on your stomach.

bokuto raises your hips so you’re presented to him the way he likes, the way you’re supposed to be fucked, and doesn’t give you any warning before plunging his cock back into you. the wet sound his cock makes as he nestles inside your pussy is so loud that it embarrasses you but you don’t have time to comment because he’s already pounding you, his hips slapping against your bouncing ass.

he’s still as hard as ever, balls still heavy as they smack against your clit and you dreadfully realize that instead of you instilling the lesson of heeding and respecting your words into his puppy brain, you ended up getting fucked to the brim with his cum.

but you can’t find it in yourself to complain because he’s fucking you so well, his cock splitting your pussy again and again. you’re just as bad as him when it comes to it, to be honest. because now it seems like the tables have turned and you’re the one receiving the punishment.

“gotta make it up to me, baby. wasted so much cum on that toy when it could’ve been my cute pussy taking it all…”

[4:32 PM]

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kurosukii · 3 years ago

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imagine both bokuto and akaashi are bisexuals and they’re dating, y/n is the msby assistant and as akaashi always goes to the team’s practices and matches when he gets a day off, both bokuaka has a crush on y/n which is mutual then they all decided to have a little fun/threesome after msby winning a game

BITCH LISTEN . I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT A BOKUAKA X READER ANGST TO FLUFF TO LOVERS SOULMATE AU FOR THE LONGEST TIME BUT THIS ONE? CHEF’S KISS <33

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — threesome (with mxm action cause duh bokuaka are bfs, bottom&subby bo, top&dom keiji), oral (f and m receiving), no explicit butt stuff soz, appreciating bo’s thighs, riding, nipple play, praise, creampie, cumplay, cum eating (sue me???) (its my longest drabble i got carried away my bad)

bokuto can’t decide what’s better—winning a crucial game of the season or watching you and his boyfriend moan into each other’s mouth as the pair of you suck and slurp away at his cock.

bokuto’s crush on you wasn’t a surprise nor a secret but learning about akaashi’s feelings was definitely something that made your eyes go wide. he ended up liking you for the same reasons his boyfriend liked you, you’re caring and patient—something that bokuto needed and something that akaashi knew quite well.

bokuto would sometimes moan your name whilst getting fucked by akaashi, and to his surprise it would even increase his own arousal, causing him to fuck bokuto harder.

both of them like you very much, which is why it’s a no brainer that the heated glances, lingering touches, and words with hidden meanings have finally landed where you are today—naked and kneeling on the floor beside akaashi.

“it’s your prize for spiking the match point ball,” akaashi says before he sucks bokuto’s length into his mouth, making the bigger man groan in pleasure and throw his head back.

you watch with keen interest at how akaashi’s lips stretch around his boyfriend’s cock. he’s showing you how his boyfriend likes it—messy and loud. you’re a whimpering mess, thighs rubbing together as your pussy throbs at the two lovers enjoying each other.

having mercy on you, akaashi takes your hand and guides it to bokuto’s balls, silently telling you to fondle and play with it. your hand squeezes his heavy sack, earning a loud moan from bokuto, and you whine as more slick gushes from your pussy.

“fuuuuck, that feels so good, ‘kaashi,” the bigger man whines, squeezing the sheets as his abs clench. his legs are spread wide, accommodating the two bodies between his legs. you marvel at his thick thighs—you’ve always admired them from a far, but now you’re given the opportunity to appreciate them fully.

you nibble the sensitive skin, making him and involuntarily thrust into akaashi’s mouth. you giggle at his reaction, planting a kiss on the red mark.

akaashi moans before pulling away abruptly, making bokuto whine and pout at the loss of stimulation. that's probably your cue.

“hnnng—sweetheart, s-shit!”

bokuto gasps, moaning as you replace akaashi’s position, loudly slurping and licking along his veiny shaft. akaashi squeezes beside you and quickly mirrors your actions.

it’s so lewd and messy. both of you pleasuring bokuto at the same time, saliva and spittle dribbling down his length. akaashi tugs your head towards him with bokuto’s cockhead in the middle and he starts sloppily kissing you, lips smacking against each other’s as your tongues swipe across the reddened and sensitive tip.

you’re met with a blushing bokuto who’s watching his crush and his boyfriend make out all over his dick. akaashi decides to get on with the real prize, pulling you both away from bokuto.

he pays no mind to his whining and pouting boyfriend, maneuvering your body so you’re up on the bed and hovering over the owlish’s man’s thick thighs.

you brace yourself on bokuto’s shoulders, wet pussy aligned with his dick as akaashi guides your hips down his length.

you can’t control the loud squeal erupting out of your throat as the fat cock stretches your walls. bokuto curses, teeth biting his lip so hard to stop himself from thrusting up in you.

“he’s really big, isn’t he? bet he feels so good inside your pussy.”

akaashi whispers in your ear, watching his boyfriend’s glossy golden eyes slowly go blank as you sink down on his cock.

“play with his nipples, doll. he likes that,” the younger man orders as he watches your hands go down from bokuto’s shoulders to his nipples. your nimble fingers rub the dusky and hardened peaks, making him throw his head back.

he moans your name, rolling his hips when your thighs hit his lap. it’s a snug fit; your walls are naturally wetter and hotter, causing bokuto to quickly hold your waist as he immediately bounces your pliant body on his cock.

“fuuuuck, always wanted to know how your pussy feels like, baby.”

you moan at his admission, twisting his nipples while akaashi kisses a trail up your neck as he murmurs praises in your ear.

you’re taking my boyfriend so well, doll.

we’ve wanted you for the longest time.

it’s futile, trying to stop your orgasm. because with the way bokuto’s cock is splitting you open and akaashi’s teasing words, you’re a goner.

“baby, fuck! ‘m gonna cum!” bokuto cries, his voice increasing in pitch as he nears his orgasm, his thick thighs loudly smacking against yours.

akaashi’s hand finds your clit, his slender fingers furiously rubbing circles on your bud, causing you to choke out a whine.

you and bokuto cum at the same time, loud cries filling the room as your bodies shudder. thick and hot spurts of cum warms your insides, and because bokuto cums a lot, rivulets of your combined juices dribble down his cock, staining his balls and thighs in white.

akaashi gives you a few moments to settle down before he lifts you off of bokuto’s lap, promptly adjusting your trembling body on all fours as the bigger man rolls out of the way before joining akaashi on the floor.

the two boyfriends take hold of one thigh before spreading them and diving for your dripping pussy at the same time.

you fist the sheets as moans and loud squelches fill the room, wet smacking of lips as the two mirror what happened earlier.

akaashi licks a stripe along your messy slit, catching yours and his boyfriend’s cum on his tongue before he sloppily kisses bokuto, making the older man moan as the combined flavor of your juices and akaashi’s tongue spread through his mouth.

they loudly make out for awhile before they pull away, a thick string of spit connecting their lips before bokuto licks it off.

they each take a handful of your ass cheek, kissing the soft and supple skin before akaashi says something that makes your belly flutter in anticipation.

“maybe next time we’ll both properly reduce you into a whimpering mess.”

next time, you definitely like the sound of that.

#HAKDCNDSKSDKXKCKDKEMDMNCCNFMDNDNF #bokuto smut #akaashi smut #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto koutarou smut #akaashi keiji smut #bokuto koutarou x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #bokuto drabble #akaashi drabble #bokuaka x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #[ 🁤 ] – drabbles #[ 𓅓 ] – fukurodani #nonnie 🏳️#✨.jul answers

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kurosukii · 3 years ago

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Okay Jul imma need that part 2 with Akaashi having his turn with reader while Bokuto watches *chefs kiss* AKAASHI LIFTING HER UP TO PLACE HER ON BO’S DICK WAS HAWT!!! Omg your mind is too powerful!

mMMmmMmMmMMMmMMMmmmM here’s a part 2 bc i’m feeling good todei and akaashi deserves to fuck your pussy too <3

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — voyeurism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, creampie, praise, doggy style, mentions of mxm action and double stuffing

“no wonder koutarou looked like he was in heaven—f-fuck.”

akaashi hisses through clenched teeth as his hands squeeze the supple skin of your ass cheeks. loud smacks and pleasured cries ring through the room while bokuto groans unabashedly as the strokes of his hand on his cock match the thrusts akaashi is making.

“you’re so pretty like this, doll,” akaashi compliments you, his thumbs kneading the jiggling skin as you writhe and bunch the sheets in your fingers. “on your hands and knees, moaning for me.”

“you’re fucking her so well, ‘kaashi,” bokuto moans, his golden eyes glassy and full lips parted as his tongue peaks out. his arm moves rapidly on his shaft, chasing his high as he watches his boyfriend fuck you. the sound of your broken whines and mewls go straight to his and akaashi’s cock, loving the way you’re a mess on their bed.

“just like i how i fuck you, kou,” akaashi groans, hips involuntarily increasing the force of his thrust when you tighten around him from hearing his admission.

“oh, you like that? you like the fact that i’m fucking your pussy like how i fuck bokuto’s ass?”

you moan at his crude words, body jolting as he increases the speed of his thrusts. “f-feel so good, akaashi!” you moan into the pillow, your hips rolling to meet his own.

“you feel good too, doll. i can fuck your cute pussy forever. i bet you can—shit—take me and koutarou in the same hole, hmm?”

all three of you moan loudly at the vision planted in your minds, akaashi and bokuto fucking you in the same hole, high pitched cries coming out of you as the two of them sloppily kiss each other while they fuck into you—shit, you want it, want them so bad.

spurred on by his own words, akaashi’s thrusts become faster and sloppier, his hands pushing your arch deeper as he leans over your ear. his moans are so pretty. it’s different from bokuto’s loud whines, but no less arousing. he feels different too, his cock longer but not quite as thick as bokuto’s. his dick is pretty, curved a little to the side with a single vein running down his shaft.

speaking of the bigger man, he’s on the chair by the corner, wet sounds of his cock meeting his hand, whimpering as he begs for you to cum.

“g-gonna cum!” you whine, teeth biting the pillow as akaashi’s pretty cock repeatedly hits your spongy sweet spot. he moans in reply, dick throbbing as his abdomen and balls tighten.

“cum, baby. cum on my cock like how you did with koutarou,” akaashi orders you, gently nibbling on your ear. bokuto groans, cock jumping at akaashi’s command—it’s muscle memory for bokuto at this point, having hearing the order to cum so many times from the blue-eyed man.

“akaashi!” you scream, pussy fluttering around his cock as his fingers flick your clit. you cum around his cock, moaning his name as your body trembles. you can hear bokuto moaning a mix of yours and akaashi’s name as his cock shoots his load all over his abs and hand.

akaashi whines in your ear, voice high-pitched as thick spurts of his cum paint your insides white. you can feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest on your back, rubbing against you as his hips shallowly thrust into you, your combined juices leaking out of you and forming a ring around the base of his dick.

your body’s trembling and smushed to the mattress, breathing heavily as bokuto joins the both of you on the bed, his larger form lying beside yours as he nuzzles his head in your neck, their hot breaths fanning on your sweaty skin.

akaashi kisses your ear while bokuto nibbles on your neck, both of them whispering words that has your heart constricting in your chest.

“that’s our good girl.”

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kurosukii · 4 years ago

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader

summary: like any other couple wanting to have children, you were instructed by the elders of your village to summon a fertility god to bless you and your husband. too bad this god definitely has his own hidden agenda...

genre: smut, mythology au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, yandere themes, power tripping, possessive bo, cuckold (noncon), voyeurism (noncon), exhibitionism (noncon to dubcon), aphrodisiac, virginity loss, unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink, size kink, cumflation, cumplay, creampie, facial, face-fucking, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, praise, degradation and gagging (not to you), nipple play, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, invisible hands, nipple clamps

word count: 8.3k

author’s note: for the haikyuu headquarters nsfw server collab! thank you for being such cool ppl and letting me join! (i promise the next piece i’m going to write for bo isn’t an au anymore HHH) (let me know if i missed any warnings) (MINORS DNI)

º thank you so much for @meiansmistress and @vivianvampyric for beta reading and editing <33

[10:16 AM]

you feel nervous, but it’s expected. you’re about to attempt to summon a fertility god after all.

you sit on your haunches, wringing your hands in your lap as you replay the conversation you and your husband had with the elders of your village a few nights ago.

“elder yamiji, what is his name? what does he look like?” you timidly asked the grey-haired man. he pushed his falling thin spectacles up his nose, sipping his steaming cup of tea. he set it down on the wooden table and his apprentice, a young girl named yukie, refilled the cup.

“he has gone by many names, my dear. the most recent was bokuto koutarou and it is said that he assumes the form of a pearly white unicorn,” the elder stated, making eye contact with you. you squeezed your husband’s hand, nervousness brewing in your body. even just talking about this god was already giving you the jitters.

elder yamiji cleared his throat and continued, “from the words of those who have had the luck to be graced in his presence, they said he transforms into a man. a man so riveting that they fall under an enamored trance once they lay their eyes on him.”

“he commands respect and nothing less, for he brings fortune and prosperity to those deserving,” he said, linking his hands together and pressing them flat on the table.

you shifted in your chair, body shivering at the elder’s story. his other apprentice, a doe-eyed girl named kaori, offered you a soft wooly blanket.

too engrossed in the elder’s story to notice the girl, your husband took it instead and quietly thanked her. he placed it around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head.

your focus was interrupted, however, when elder nekomata entered the receiving room you resided in and interrupted elder yamiji. the smaller, round-faced man smiled at you and your husband then proceeded to continue the story, as if elder nekomata was there the entire time.

“however, he doesn’t always come—for a god does what he wants—and he has to deem the couple worthy of his blessing,” elder nekomata said, sitting beside elder yamiji and pouring his own cup of tea.

“many moons ago, when a young couple—much like the two of you—wanted to bear children, they sought him,” he continued, giving you his undivided attention. you could feel yourself growing entranced once more, determined to soak up every word that fell from his mouth.

“to their delight, he materialized in a billow of light golden dust and spoke to them in a lilting and soothing voice.” you felt goosebumps rise on your arms at the small description of him.

is he so powerful that mentioning such a small aspect about him makes you tremble in reverence?

“they said he placed his hand on the woman’s womb and recited an incantation in the language of the old religion. one morn a fortnight later, the couple discovered that they were with child.”

gasps were heard all throughout the airy room—save for the elders and yours anyway, since your breath had already left the moment you sat down on the frayed chair of the receiving room.

you had no idea why you were reacting this way. naturally, anyone would be shell shocked and trembling whenever a god is being spoken about, but you felt different. like you had to hear each and every word the elders had to say.

“they were beside themselves with joy, of course. when the child was born, they doted on the babe like their lives depended on it. loved the child with all they had because she was a blessing given to them by the god,” elder yamiji continued, bushy brows furrowed and expression formed into a grimace.

you just brushed it off as his usual appearance, what with being the main elder and having to deal with most of the issues—if there ever were any—of your small and quaint village.

“but that was a long time ago. he has not come back since then, but the people never lose hope,” elder nekomata ended the story with a pointed look towards elder yamiji.

you chuckled to yourself. these two were always stepping on each other’s boots and it was comical to watch elder nekomata’s round face scrunch up in indignance while elder yamiji’s square jaw would clench in annoyance.

“h-how did they summon him?” your internal musings were interrupted by the soft questioning tone of your husband. if you had your wits about you, you would have asked the question. but you were still entranced, so you only hummed in agreement.

“no one knows the exact way to summon the god. all they did was offer him fruits and trinkets. he took them, but he made it clear that it was not a guarantee that it would always summon him,” elder yamiji explained matter-of-factly, wrinkled fingers lightly tapping on the table.

“he did not volunteer that particular information either and the couple did not dare question him. instead, they only vehemently thanked him. the only farewell he bid them was a gust of light golden dust,” elder nekomata finished, setting his empty cup down on the table.

all of you, including the apprentices, basked in the silence of the knowledge bestowed by the elders. you felt suffocated, in all honesty. not because of the overwhelming influx of information but because of restlessness.

if you were to describe it, you were itching to get out of there and summon the god without going through the proper process. you were about to jump out of the chair until your husband held your arms down.

“are you alright, honey?” he asked, worry swimming in his eyes. you stared at him, unable to answer him right away. to be honest, you don’t feel like yourself at all today. the girls looked concerned as well, bodies rigid and expressions wary because of your unusual behavior.

you were about to attempt to reply before elder yamiji interrupted.

“she’s most likely trying to absorb all the information we have given. fear not, it’s nothing to fret about,” he assured you both, calculating grey eyes studying you and your strange behavior.

“better to let all the doubts and nervousness out before you meet with the god—hopefully,” elder nekomata added, his once warm visage looking grave.

you would never understand these elders. once you gained your bearings, you and your husband stood up and bowed deeply, sincerely thanking the elders and apprentices for their time and hospitality.

you and your husband left the cottage and journeyed back to your own house, eyes twinkling while walking hand in hand.

present

you turn your head to the sound of rustling bushes and smile softly at the sight of a rabbit peeking out of the leaves. you beckon it towards you and your smile widens when it hops to you.

“come here, little one. are you hungry? i’ll give you some blueberries,” you coo at it, rummaging through the overflowing basket of fruits until you see the bunched blueberries and tear a couple of them.

“this is for the fertility god, but i guess he won’t mind if i give a few berries to you, hm?” you ask rhetorically, eyes crinkling in mirth when the rabbit’s little pink nose twitches and it eats the berries on your palm.

you pet the rabbit’s fur until it finishes eating, looking you straight in the eye as its nose twitches. you feel like it's telling you something with its red eyes, but it then hops back to the bushes, leaving you alone with your nervousness and thoughts once more.

you wipe your palms on your skirt with shaking hands, the hem swishing as you rise to your feet. you look around the foliage and notice that everything is brighter and more colorful.

the sun high in the sky is casting rays through the leaves of the trees. you sigh in contentment, eyes closing and inhaling deeply, relishing the fresh scent of dewy air.

“good on you for feeding the little creature, my lady,” a deep and melodic voice interrupts your flying thoughts. your head turns to the voice and you couldn’t help but let out a loud gasp at the man before you.

wait, no, not a man, but a god. you’re sure this is him—bokuto koutarou, as your elder said. he feels regal, and if you squint, you can see flecks of golden dust surrounding his body. fuck, his body.

your face feels warm as your eyes trail over his exposed abdomen, defined lines crossing his body until you reach the veins that led to his lower region.

your cheeks flush more as you observe the bulge that’s hidden by his worn black pants, letting out a squeak as you see it twitch.

your eyes immediately move up his torso—he’s so big—and you notice the shining gold necklace around his thick neck with a spiral pendant resting between the swells of his chest.

“like what you see, my lady?” his baritone voice muses, chest slightly vibrating as he chuckles. you gasp and immediately try to drop to your knees, bowing your head as you prepare to apologize profusely. before you can bend your legs, he catches you by your arms.

“there’s no need for that, my lady. i’m quite happy that i’m to your liking,” he says smoothly, his hand holding your chin and guiding your face until you’re eye to eye with him.

you feel your breath hitch. his round golden eyes bore into yours, pupils thinning into slits.

your eyes move on their own accord, studying his plump pink lips, strong nose, and thick eyebrows. you softly chuckle at the style of his hair, black at the roots with pointed, frosted tips.

his bright eyes beckon you back and you swear you’re seeing flashes. flashes of you under him, moaning and writhing as he drives into your tight virgin cunt again and again, large hands leaving bruises on your hips.

“so, why are you alone? where’s your husband?” his voice breaks you out of the visions. i’m a married woman...why did i envision that? you internally curse yourself, slightly rubbing your thighs together as you feel an unfamiliar ache in the lower pit of your stomach.

you’re married, yes, but you haven’t consummated your marriage. you chalked it up to your husband “waiting for the right time” but in truth, you just didn’t feel right about doing it with him. good thing your husband is a kind and understanding man.

“he’s out in the rice fields and i-i just felt that i should go alone. my conscience was whispering to me, to meet you alone—if ever you came, that is…” you trail off, shyly making eye contact with him again. he hums, looking deep in thought.

“good thing you listened to your conscience, my lady. i only appear when sweet virgins call for me,” he chuckles, snaking his arm around your waist. he leans towards you and nuzzles his cheek against yours. you can’t see it, but his eyes hardened at the mere mention of your husband.

you gasp at the skinship—this god is touchy. your body melts into his, sighing at his warmth and intoxicating scent of fresh rain and fruits...?

your eyes widen at the floating basket of fruits beside you. the god, bokuto, pulls away from you, albeit reluctantly. his arm is still around you, humming a tune as he rummages through the array of fruits. he plucks a bright red strawberry, placing the slightly damp fruit in front of your lips.

“let me?” he says shyly, round golden eyes beaming with child-like hope. your cheeks flush—you’re supposed to be the one serving him, not the other way around. you’re about to interject until he presses the strawberry on your mouth, parting your lips.

“the lady always gets her fill first,” he says as he slowly licks his bottom lip. you oblige quickly, closing your eyes as you moan at the taste of the fruit spreading in your mouth. bokuto’s eyes darken at the sound, making his cock twitch under the thin fabric of his pants.

you moan louder, unconsciously rubbing yourself on his front, the heat emanating from his cock making slick fall from your pussy. after you swallow the remnants of the fruit, you open your eyes and there’s a certain fogginess in them before it clears.

bokuto smirks, confident that you have no idea that you rubbed yourself on him like a bitch in heat. that was just an appetizer and besides, he’s a patient man. he’s been waiting decades for you, what more is a few hours?

his smirk turns into a smile, the gold dust around him becoming more potent, brighter. he straightens your body and studies you from head to toe. his cock twitches again, excited that he’s so close to having you.

while you’re still recovering from his magic, he takes the opportunity to lean down and boldly kiss you on the corner of your lips. the action makes you softly shake your head, shedding the trance he put you under.

he steps a few feet away from you, golden dust swirling around his feet until it covers his entire body. you squint and cover your eyes at the brightness. you marvel at how the birds seem to be singing a lively tune while he transforms into his animal counterpart, a unicorn.

the brightness dims and you bring your hands down. you gasp at what you see—the tales did not do him justice.

your eyes widen at the shining white unicorn before you, his horn tinged with gold and his eyes just as round and golden in his human form.

his silky white mane flows freely, as if there’s always wind around him. he bends his legs as his body slowly descends to the ground, specks of gold dust flickering around him.

you hear his voice in your head, as soothing and melodic as before. your body warms at the caress of his voice in your mind and you feel your knees buckle.

“ride astride back, my lady. i believe your husband is done with his duties. it is time for me to bless your womb with a child.”

after the couple left…

“we should’ve told them the real story, yamiji,” elder nekomata lamented, sighing because he knew it would be a futile attempt anyway.

“that wretched god would have taken the life of the earth our entire village is standing on if i so much as breathed a word of his true intentions,” elder yamiji grunted, hands gripping the edge of the table.

“you know as well as i do that not only can he give life, but he can also take it,” he intoned, sighing in defeat as he flattened his hands on the jagged surface.

both elders heard two sets of gasps, making them raise their heads as they turned to the young girls peeking out from the corner of the door.

elder yamiji sighed while elder nekomata beckoned them over. the girls timidly walked to the table, huddling together on the bench as their wide and questioning eyes looked at the elders.

“my children, the story we told was only a half-truth,” elder yamiji started, running a wrinkled hand down his face as he looked at the girls.

“indeed. the god blessed the couple and gave them a babe—but it was the god that sought them. however, he did not tell them why he did so,” elder nekomata continued, picking at the chipping paint of his bracelet.

“what we also did not divulge was the dreadful promise the god laid out. he declared that when their child became of age, he would come back and claim what is his,” elder yamiji spat out, the knowledge of what he knew was a bitter taste on his tongue.

“s-so the woman—?” kaori stuttered, hand squeezing yukie’s out of fear and nervousness.

“that child is the woman that just walked out that door,” elder yamiji revealed, causing the girls to cover their mouths in a gasp.

“b-but she has a husband! the god must respect that! does she know that she is the child?!” yukie exclaimed indignantly, contempt filling her body at the revelation.

“unfortunately, he is a god. there is nothing we can do—and my child, do you think she would have come here, asking about him, if she knew she was the one the god was after?” elder nekomata asked rhetorically, his mouth turned up into a sardonic smile.

“w-what happened to her parents then?” kaori asked in a whisper.

“one night—without telling the true nature of their departure—they left their babe in the care of their neighbours,” elder yamiji said with a faraway look in his dark eyes.

“they travelled to another village in order to learn more about him—to find a way to escape his promise. sadly, they met their demise in the form of an unknown sickness on their travels,” he ended the grim story, eyes shadowed in what the girls saw as sorrow and grief.

“they risked the wrath of the god and paid the ultimate price—their lives,” elder nekomata sighed, feeling the same pain and anguish as elder yamiji.

“no one knows the real story—except for us elders—for the god left a letter on this very table the morning after,” elder yamiji gritted out, eyes glaring at a certain spot on the table.

“it said, ‘try to interfere again and i will make sure the ground swallows your village whole, save for her.’” he said in a chilling voice, making the girls shiver where they sat huddled against each other.

“a god is not one to be trifled with, my children. especially one that is possessive and obsessed like him,” elder nekomata ended, sending all occupants on the table into a long silence.

silence that the two elders hated, because they now realized that he was finally going to come for her.

you sit astride bokuto’s back—shivering at the thought of saying his name in your head—his long legs trotting along the forest until you leave and you see the cottages of your village.

you giggle as bokuto picks up the pace, making you slightly bounce on his back. the golden dust surrounding you shimmers even more as it shows his excitement.

before you know it, you’re walking up the path leading to your cottage, smoke rising up from the chimney. your husband is probably cooking lunch and you hope he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of bokuto.

you’re too busy enjoying bokuto’s little magic tricks to notice that there is nobody outside of their homes. granted, it’s midday but there are always a few stragglers hanging around. this time, it’s like they knew a deity was coming. a deity with deviant intentions.

his large equine form stops in front of the steps leading to your door, body bending down so you can step off his back. you stand on the ground with wobbly legs, wincing as you felt slick gush out of your pussy. what the hell? you wonder in your head, face flushing in embarrassment.

bokuto’s golden dust swirls arounds him once more, turning into his ravishing and devilish human form. your cheeks warm once you see his beautiful and fit body again. he really is a god, you affirm in your head.

your hungry eyes rake over his naked torso as you unconsciously bite your lower lip and rub your thighs together. the ache in your lower belly only becomes more uncomfortable.

he smiles at you, mischief swimming in his eyes. his black and silver hair sways in the wind as the midday sun makes his tanned skin glow brighter. he sticks out his thick arm for you to hold, ever the gentleman.

“shall we?” he says, eyes darkening once he hears your husband murmuring to himself and rustling around your house.

you don’t notice bokuto’s change in demeanor because you are too entranced by the way his golden eyes glow, the dust surrounding him becoming brighter.

your head feels light as you enter through the door, arm in arm with bokuto. your house isn’t much but it’s small and homey, and bokuto’s larger-than-life presence makes your cottage look smaller than it already is.

so it really isn’t a surprise when you hear the clangor of pots falling to the floor accompanied by the surprised gasp of your husband.

“h-honey w-who’s this man?” your husband asks nervously, sweat building up on his brow. bokuto smiles brightly, eyes hard and body rigid.

“i think you know who i am,” bokuto says smugly, bare chest puffing out in pride. your husband is no small man, but in the presence of bokuto? who’s an actual god? he might as well be an ant under his boots.

“how did my wife summon you?” your husband asks skeptically, not missing the way bokuto’s jaw clenches when he calls you his wife. your head finally comes down from the clouds and you answer your husband before bokuto can fling him out the window from anger.

“he said he only appears when maidens call for him!” you say enthusiastically, eyes round as you look at bokuto, making the bigger man smile affectionately at you.

your husband raises his eyebrow at your very friendly interaction while a pressing question rises at the back of his mind.

“maiden? but you’re marr—oh,” your husband interjects, stopping himself when he realises what bokuto meant by maiden. he almost forgot that you’re still pure, untouched by any man.

bokuto feels his muscles tense and coil, itching to use his magic to bury your husband alive, but he controls himself. he’d rather your husband watch what he’s going to do to you.

he’ll teach your husband a lesson about knowing his place. and that place is nowhere near you and your body.

bokuto uses his magic to teleport all three of you to your shared modest bedroom. you and your husband gasp at the sudden change in setting while bokuto stares you down, golden eyes glinting like a predator.

he watches the slow rise and fall of your chest, his sharp vision focusing on your pebbling nipples under the fabric of your vest.

he smirks at the way your body knows it belongs to him.

“w-what’s going on?” you question timidly, head swimming with confusing emotions. your body feels hot, like you want to rip your clothes off and rub yourself on the nearest warm body, that body being bokuto’s.

“i’ve waited so long for you, my love,” bokuto says in his melodic voice, somehow deeper and more sensual. he walks towards you, not minding the presence of your stupid husband.

“what the hell are you saying? you—!” your husband exclaims, but he’s unable to finish his interjection because bokuto flicks his wrist.

your husband grunts in pain as he suddenly finds his entire body bound and incapacitated to the chair. he wiggles and thrashes against the bonds of cloth tied around him, but to no avail.

“why are you doing this?!” your husband shouts, shaking himself and the rickety chair as he tries to spring free.

bokuto scoffs, offended that this scum would dare step out of line by questioning him. what’s even worse is that this roach is interrupting his precious time with you.

“don’t you remember what your wise elder said? a god does what he wants,” bokuto sneers, gold eyes flashing in contempt.

“it just so happens that this god wants to claim what is his.” his voice is deep and seductive as he finally turns his attention back to you.

you watch the entire exchange without caring that your husband is tied to the chair and struggling. your mind is too muddled with the golden dust to care about that obvious pressing matter. why don’t you care that bokuto restrained your husband?

when bokuto’s round eyes land on you, you instinctively whimper and rub your thighs together. your body feels hotter the longer he keeps himself away from you.

bokuto smirks at your neediness. your body and brain is filled with only one thing in mind and that is the sweet feeling of release. release that only he can give.

“i think it’s time for you to be quiet,” bokuto growls, flicking his wrist once more. your husband’s cries and shouts of indignance are silenced by the cloth that gags him. he casts a silencing spell so that no sound can come out of his mouth, no matter how much he yells through the fabric.

his eyes widen as he watches bokuto stalk towards your surprisingly upright body. he struggles even further but the bonds only squeeze around his body more.

he’s hoping that you’ll snap out of the trance the god put you under, but it seems like there’s no way of snapping you out of it.

“your body feels hot, doesn't it? it’s calling for me, my love, let me help you. only i can relieve the heat,” bokuto purrs, large hand cupping your cheek. you softly moan at his touch, nuzzling your cheek into his palm.

he wraps his thick arm around your waist and you sink into him. you lay your palms flat on his warm chest, fingers curling against his hot skin.

“p-please, bokuto. my body f-feels so hot! touch me,” you beg, rubbing your aching body against his. he smirks and not wasting any more precious time, his lips meet yours. you moan into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.

his lips are so soft, greatly contrasting the hard lines and planes of his body. you whimper as he licks your bottom lip, tongue slipping between your joined mouths and massaging your own.

you’ve never kissed any man like this before, not even your husband.

said husband watches in pain as you kiss the bastard god wantonly, whimpers and moans coming out of your throat. his chest fills with disgust as he’s forced to listen to the lewd clicking sounds of lips connecting. his teary eyes widen as you hike up your skirt-covered leg on bokuto’s hip.

bokuto groans as he feels the heat of your pussy directly on his throbbing cock. he knows what you’re silently asking for, his roaming hands going down to grab the back of your thighs and swiftly lifting you in his arms.

you moan loudly into his mouth at the new position. you’re now eye-to-eye with him which makes kissing him easier. so close yet so far. there’s too much fabric between your bodies for you to feel any sort of relief.

like he read your mind, bokuto begins pawing away at your clothes, eager to remove the pesky fabric that’s separating your soft and supple body from him.

you’re too busy drowning in the taste of his lips to question how exactly he is tearing at your clothes while simultaneously squeezing your ass.

another one of his little tricks, bokuto conjures phantom hands—hands that are shaped eerily similar to his—to do the work of removing your clothes.

the worn fabric tears at the seams and soon your heated body is exposed to him. you moan as your dripping cunt leaves a damp spot on the crotch of his pants while he rolls your hips on his covered dick.

“i need you, please,” you whimper, pulling away from his lips to get some air. your breaths mingle as you lay your forehead on his.

“i’m here, my love,” bokuto coos, pecking your lips a few times. you feel your hard nipples rub against his chest and your inner thighs are coated with your slick, unused to the wetness and throbbing ache in your lower abdomen.

meanwhile, your dejected husband watches you, eyes wide as he stares at your naked body for the first time. bokuto feels his eyes on you and swiftly turns his head to your husband.

he growls threateningly, the sound reverberating through his solid chest, causing more slick to flow from your pussy and a soft mewl from your lips. he sounds so primal, so possessive.

“don’t fucking look at her like that, bastard. be grateful i’m even allowing your scumbag eyes to see her bare body,” bokuto snarls, squeezing your body closer to his heated torso.

your frantic husband looks to you, hoping that you’ve come to your senses, but to his horror, he finds you glaring at him.

your narrowed eyes quickly flutter as you feel bokuto’s warm lips suck and kiss the sensitive skin of your neck, clearly tormenting your husband while he walks to the bed that’s in the middle of the room. before he can set your naked and aching body down, he stops short and scrutinizes the state of it.

“your husband was planning to desecrate your divine body on this rickety bed? well that just won’t do,” he says as he shakes his head, making you giggle and nuzzle your head at the crook of his neck.

he chuckles and whispers a few words under his breath, transforming the once shoddy bed into a four-poster bed, complete with a tulle canopy the same shade as his magic dust.

you gasp at the extravagance, eyes wide as you realize that not only did he change the bed, but also the size and interior of the room. his eyes crinkle at the sides, happy that you’re amazed by something that he did for you.

“only the best for you, my love,” he whispers, looking smugly at your disheveled husband. bokuto gently sets you down on the plush bed, pushing you flat on your back. his golden eyes dilate as he studies your body, memorizing every dip and curve.

“you’re so beautiful. you have the body and face of a goddess,” he says in awe, large hands spreading your legs. your face warms at the wet sounds it makes at the separation.

“perfect pussy too,” bokuto groans, spreading your legs even further to fit his large body between them. you gulp at the large bulge between his legs, his cock tenting the fabric. he sees where your eyes are and he slightly shakes his head. not yet.

he places his hands on either side of you, large body looming over yours as he kisses you once more. he can’t help but give an experimental roll of his hips, causing the both of you to moan at the stimulation.

as if on instinct, you grind your wet cunt on his clothed cock and you throw your head back, moaning loudly at the jolt of heat it sends straight into you.

bokuto takes this opportunity to shift your bodies until your husband has the perfect view of the both of you. he catches the eye of the shaking man, as if to say watch and learn.

bokuto focuses on you once more, eyes zeroing in on your slightly bouncing tits as your chest rises and falls. he can’t help but palm both of them, moaning at the softness and warmth of it.

you cry out at the heat of his hands. he relishes the sweet sound you made, fingers teasing your nipples and rubbing them between his thumb and index fingers.

“that feels so good, bokuto—fuck!” you mewl, teeth biting your bottom lip as you squeeze both of his wrists. you feel wetness trickle out of your pussy the more his skilled fingers play with your nipples.

“look at your breasts, they’re so lovely,” he groans, one hand stopping its ministrations on your nipple as his mouth replaces it and sucks the hardened tip with a lewd slurp. you whine and buck your hips at the swift movements of his tongue.

“can’t wait for them to be filled with milk for our child,” he says as he pulls away. you whimper at the loss of his mouth but he quickly returns to swirl his tongue around the tip. you yelp and your hand goes to tug his hair when he bites and pinches your nipples at the same time.

“b-bokuto please, i-i need more!” you whine, body on fire while your pussy gushes and clenches around nothing.

your husband winces when he hears your whine, his pride and ego shattering—what’s left of it anyway—the moment you beg another man to pleasure you.

meanwhile, bokuto’s own pride and ego rises as he watches your pleading eyes and shaking body beg for him. his throbbing cock twitches in his pants, ready to stretch your virgin pussy wide open.

no matter how much he wants to fold your body in half and pound you into oblivion, he knows you’re not yet ready to take his fat cock. besides, he’s been dying to taste your pussy the moment he saw you in his forest.

“soon, my love. your virgin cunt isn’t ready to take my cock yet,” he says with a devilish smile, head rising from your breasts as he kisses a path down your sensitive body.

he finds himself kneeling on the floor while he drags your body down the silky sheets to the edge of the bed. he places his large hands on the back of your thighs and spreads your legs, baring your aching pussy to the two lone occupants of the room.

your husband chokes on his gag when he sees a trail of slick fall from your pussy down to the curve of your ass. bokuto sees it too and he wastes no time in ducking his head and licking the trail, tongue slurping as he licks your slit.

you cry out at the stimulation, hands flying to his silver-black hair and tugging at the strands. nothing has touched your pussy before—aside from your experimenting fingers.

but his tongue. it makes pleasure spread through your body like wildfire and you can’t help but push his head further between your legs.

he groans into your pussy, your scent invading his senses. his tongue quickly finds your clit and sucks it into the damp heat of his mouth. your eyes close as your back arches, squealing at the onslaught of pleasure coursing through you.

“your pussy tastes so sweet, love. as sweet as the strawberry you ate,” he says in your mind, too busy slurping and sucking away at your sopping cunt and swollen clit to lift his head.

the sounds coming from down there are so obscene that your face heats in embarrassment and you move your arm to cover your lewd expression. you aren’t able to, however, because his smoky phantom hands reappear and hold your hands down on his hair.

“don’t cover your beautiful face, my love. let him see how good i’m making you feel,” bokuto orders you, hands squeezing your thighs. your eyes immediately open and land on your crying and shaking husband.

whatever love you felt for the poor man is gone and replaced by the pleasure and passion bokuto is giving you.

your dilated eyes are unseeing as you maintain eye contact with him, mouth falling open as you shake off the phantom hands holding yours. you place your arms on the silky sheets, bunching them between your fingers.

you moan loudly and throw your head back as you roll your hips, riding bokuto’s face with reckless abandon. bokuto moans into your pussy, his lips and tongue licking and sucking your puffy clit.

“bokuto, fuck!” you let out a high-pitched scream when his teeth gently nips at the bud. he chuckles and continues to bite it more. your legs start trembling and the knot in your lower abdomen is so tight that it can snap at any moment.

“i know you’re close, my love. let go, that’s it. cum for me,” he coos, willing your eyes to meet his glowing golden ones. once your eyes connect, the tight knot in your stomach snaps and you gush all over his waiting mouth.

you scream and blabber incoherently as your entire body shakes, toes curling from the intense orgasm—the first orgasm of your life. bokuto groans as he swallows all your juices, licking everything that’s leaking out of your cunt.

your throat strains at the soft moans coming out of your mouth. your clit is throbbing from the pleasure and it hurts, but it hurts so fucking good that tears form at the corner of your eyes.

your husband is tearing up too, but certainly not from pleasure as he watches another man make you cum. bokuto feels his pain and torment and he never felt so godly.

he’s then reminded of his neglected cock and he hisses at the pain and heaviness. he rises from his kneeling position and stands in front of your sweaty form, ripping his pants off his body.

you’re still recovering from your orgasm but once you see his cock, your breathing practically stops and your pussy clenches. you’ve seen one in books before, albeit poorly drawn and certainly not as realistic as the one you’re seeing now.

however, even if the one you saw was drawn with artist hands, it still wouldn’t have prepared you at all.

bokuto’s long and thick cock twitches against his abdomen. your mouth is agape as your eyes follow the white pearl fall from the glistening tip, running down on the single vein on his shaft. you shiver, worrying if he’s even going to fit inside your cunt.

that isn’t all. you didn’t know it was possible, but the tip is adorned with a golden ring. it shines in the dim light of the room and you gulp in nervousness, intimidated at the jewelry.

bokuto holds the base of his cock and slowly strokes his shaft, groaning as his sharp eyes watch your reaction. his plump lips part, pants coming out of his mouth as his hand makes that schlick schlick sound.

“not now, my love—shit—the first time i’m going to fuck your pussy is with my bare cock,” he says out loud, and you sigh at his voice. he sounds wonderful in your head, but nothing beats hearing his deep voice ring in your ears.

he chuckles, then groans as his cock twitches, the veins in his neck straining. he waves his free hand over his dick, golden dust swirling around the accessory until it disappears.

you’re about to sigh in disappointment until you squeal at the chime of bells. you thought he made the ring vanish but as it turns out, he just changed it into a chain with clamps.

clamps that are now attached to and pinching your nipples.

not only that, but there’s a third chain leading down your stomach and you discover that it’s a replica of the spiral pendant in his necklace. the pendant rests above your pubic bone, swaying slightly.

by this point, your husband has stopped struggling and thrashing. the broken shell of a man stares dejectedly at you, eyes drooping.

he’s tried numerous times to close his eyes as a small reprieve to not see what’s happening, but whatever spell bokuto chanted, he can’t close them. instead, everything is burned in his memory.

meanwhile, bokuto’s head is thrown back, eyes shut as his hand strokes his cock at a rapid speed. his white essence spills all over his moving hand, hissing at the stimulation he’s experiencing.

you’ve heard the village girls giggle about it before, talking about pleasuring a man’s cock using their mouth, and you decide that you want to do it to bokuto as well—even though you’ve never done the lewd act before.

bokuto’s knees hit the bed as he kneels on the mattress. grunts leave his gritted teeth, watching his pre-cum stain the bedding. you catch him by surprise when you get on all fours, the tiny bells on your nipples jingling as you position yourself.

you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, your flushed and sweaty cheeks stretching as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out in invitation.

use my mouth, bokuto, your eyes say. he lets out a sound akin to a whine before he removes his sticky hand and tugs on your strands, bringing your head in front of his dick.

he wastes no time in plunging his aching cock into your waiting mouth, hitting the back of your throat. you gag and choke around his dick, saliva seeping from the sides of your lips but you don’t want him to stop.

he makes a sound and you can tell that he’s about to pull away, but you make eye contact and moan around his cock, tongue licking the underside of his shaft.

keep going, i can take it, you say in your mind, hoping he can hear it. he does, because he smiles at you and continues thrusting in and out of your mouth. he doesn’t break eye contact, too entranced with the way your mouth has no problem taking all of his length.

he’s close to cumming, feeling that familiar tug in his abdomen and tightness in his balls. a mixture of groans and hisses fall from his lips, his hands tugging at your hair as his hips thrust erratically.

you whimper both in pain and pleasure. tears falling from your eyes and mixing with the saliva on his thrusting cock. your cunt gushes with how sloppy and messy cock-sucking is.

your body shakes with his thrusts, making the clamps tug on your nipples. you moan, the vibrations from your mouth sending bokuto into completion, spilling his hot cum down your throat. he moans your name loudly, throwing his head back.

he quickly pulls his cock out of your mouth and releases his cum on your face. he holds your shoulders and pushes you on your back, spraying the rest all over the front of your body. you moan at the lewdness of it all, eyes squeezing shut and legs trembling at the heat of his essence.

you moan at the sticky and thick feeling of his cum, shaking hands spreading it on your stomach and aching tits like it’s pomade, staining the pendant and clamps.

you become even more aroused as his essence fills your senses. you’re moaning and whimpering the whole time, so pleasured by being stained with his cum.

he’s studying you intently, hand stroking his still hard cock. you look at him with half-lidded eyes as you drag a trail of his cum from your stomach down to your pussy to play with yourself.

“that’s right, my love. smear my cum on your cunt,” he encourages you, head turning to your husband. his eyes sparkle with delight when he sees how pale and weak he looks.

“show it to your husband, let him see whose cum is making you mad with desire,” he mocks him further, eyes thinning into slits.

bokuto stands to his full height and he reaches down to lift you in his arms, switching your bodies until he’s the one sitting on the edge of the bed.

he maneuvers your sweaty and sticky body, the chains and bells rattling as he positions your back to his front. your ass rests on his lap and the heat of his dick is scorching against the curve of your ass.

his hands—along with the smoky ones—caress and knead your cum-stained skin, and he swears he could study your body for hours, waiting until he sinks himself in between the softness of your thighs—but not right now.

his real, golden-skinned fingers find the back of your thighs and he folds them to your chest, then spreads them wide.

you yelp, hands finding purchase on the sheets as you become slightly unbalanced, bells tinkling and pendant swaying.

“it’s a good thing you stayed a virgin, my love. wouldn’t want your pretty pussy to be soiled by some measly human cock,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, looking straight at your husband and smirking. you moan in agreement, head resting on his shoulder.

“least of all that fool right there who thinks he can take what’s mine,” bokuto growls, biting your earlobe and making you whimper in pleasure.

you mewl as the phantom hands play with your pussy, separating the folds of your lower lips and showing your husband just how pink you are inside, silently telling him that he’ll never get any piece of you.

bokuto drops your legs to the floor as the invisible hands move to your clamps, playing with the clasps and making you squeal and arch your back against his leaking cock.

he leans back, hands on either side of him as the smoky ones take hold of your hips and carry you over to his dick, making you hover over it.

a stool materializes out of thin air and you put your shaking hands on it for leverage as you look ahead, nervous to see how bokuto’s cock will split your pussy.

the phantom hands softly move your hips, grinding your clit on the tip of bokuto’s dick—making the both of you sigh in pleasure.

it then positions your dripping hole over the head and slowly, slowly drags you down his shaft until you’re sitting on his lap with his fat cock inside of you. you slightly whimper in pain and scratch the stool because of the stretch.

“shhh, it’s okay, my love. you can take it, your pussy is made for me, remember?” bokuto reminds you softly, voice straining as he stops himself from thrusting up into your pulsing cunt.

you pant heavily as his large hand massages your ass. you turn back to him and softly nod your head. the phantom hands quickly return to your hips, lifting you up until you’re hovering over his dick once more.

the hands disappear, letting gravity do its job and you fall directly onto his cock, making bokuto bottom out before you could even blink.

bokuto groans out expletives as he clenches his fists on the sheets while you scream and keen at the sudden thrust of his cock inside of you.

this time, it’s bokuto’s real hands that find purchase on your hips and like a rope that snaps when it’s been coiled for so long, he loses half of his control and starts bouncing you on his cock.

“your pussy’s worth waiting decades for. so hot, so tight around me—fuck,” he whines, the sound of your moans and whimpers—along with the slapping of skin—is music to his ears.

“f–faster bokuto, please!” you beg, face contorting into pleasure as his thick cock stretches and fills your clenching pussy.

your eyes roll into the back of your head when he bounces you faster on his cock, your shame long gone as you let moans and whines freely fall from your lips.

“no one can fuck you better than me, my love. always remember that,” he growls, hands squeezing your hips so hard that it will definitely leave bruises.

bokuto stands from the bed, never stopping his deep thrusts. you yelp as your feet hit the floor. you balance yourself on the stool, legs trembling as he pushes your back down to form an arch.

“you want a baby, right?” he asks rhetorically, voice deepening as he thrusts faster and harder. your high-pitched moans and ringing bells form their own tune as his hips increase in speed and strength.

“well, let me give you one, my love. let me fill you with my seed,” he grates, voice guttural as his muscles tighten, signalling his approaching orgasm.

you would reply, but at this point all you can scream out is his name and unintelligible words. the phantom hands make their appearance once more, pinching the clamps on your nipples.

“bokuto!” you arch your back as you scream his name. coupled with his sloppy and practically inhuman thrusts, you cum long and hard around his throbbing cock. you don’t see it yet but the spiral pendant that’s hanging from the chain starts to glow brightly, illuminating your body.

bokuto follows suit, growling like an animal with his head thrown back as he pulls your shaking body on his cock, thrusting so hard and deep that his cock teases the entrance of your cervix.

you whimper when you duck your head and see your cum-stained stomach pooch with how much hot cum he’s spilling inside of you.

so much that you see the mixed juices escape your battered pussy. you watch in amazement as it leaves a white trail on the inside of your legs. some directly drips from your hole, staining the floor even more.

“s-so m-much c-cum,” you stutter, legs just about ready to give out but his shaking arms catch your form. you squeal as he lets the both of you fall back onto the bed, making your connected and sweaty bodies bounce on the soft sheets.

“well, i am a fertility god,” he chuckles weakly, chest rising and falling rapidly as he chases his breaths.

it’s the best orgasm of his life and that’s saying something because he’s had plenty—owing to the pretty long life he has lived on this earth.

meanwhile, your husband’s head is hung low. he lost consciousness a while ago because his poor heart couldn’t withstand the suffering and agony of watching you get brainwashed and fucked silly by a deranged god.

“you’re never leaving me,” bokuto says in your mind after a few minutes of rubbing your inflated lower abdomen that’s sticky with his dried cum. the action causes more cum to trickle out of your pussy and around his cock, dripping down to his balls and then the sheets.

his words are laced with subtle paranoia—he’d do anything for you to stay by his side, not caring who or what has to disappear for that to happen.

you whine softly when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, your eyes threatening to close as the exhaustion finally catches up to you.

your half-opened eyes see his golden dust fly around the room and before you succumb to sleep on top of him, you ask yourself one thing.

why would you ever want to leave him?

[2:06 PM]

@tetsurouskuro @rosesandtoshi @kurinoot

#hqintheclub #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou smut #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu bokuto #hq bokuto #fukurodani #[ 🁣 ] – jul scribbles #[ 𓅓 ] – fukurodani

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kurosukii · 3 years ago

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i just thought of atsumu finding out about your “thing” with bokuaka and- like, he’d notice that bokuto is in top form like never before and akaashi goes to practice more often and he was like ✨ sus ✨ so when practice was over he accidentally overheard you guys talking about your next threesome and when you came back to the gym he’d say smth like “don’t get me wrong, but you’re such a dirty slut, huh? letting someone who isn’t on the team fuck this pretty tight pussy... think i should teach you a lesson, yeah?”

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — consensual cucking, voyeurism, mxm action, dom!akaashi & sub!bokuto, handjob, sleazy!atsumu, ‘slutty’ mention, kind of objectification.

bokuaka would only let him get a taste ✨ONCE✨ since ya know the three of you are planning to get serious 👉🏽👈🏽

akaashi would say (while atsumu is fucking you): look at our slutty girl, kou. getting her little pussy fucked by miya-san and enjoying it. but don’t you think she screamed louder when we were fucking her?

atsumu would bend you over the bench while your two soon-to-be boyfriends sit on the cold metal beside you. atsumu’s kind of annoyed, you know? he thinks you’re fucking hot too, why didn’t you let him get a taste of your pussy?

he doesn’t even care that akaashi’s busy fisting bokuto’s cock, the silver and black haired man’s moans echoing in the gym as his gold eyes watch you get pounded by his teammate.

you’re a mess, really. having three different cocks stretch your pussy in such a short time? well aren’t you quite the popular girl.

nevertheless, atsumu’s cock feels good. the man is prone to jealousy and the way his setter fingers leave indents on your hips as he fucks you from behind is riveting. he’s going hard and you like it. but he’s also trying to teach you a lesson, which unfortunately, won’t stick.

why would you choose one cock when you can have two? two is better than one as they say.

akaashi knows this, which is why he allowed this to happen, but bokuto needed a little encouragement.

after all, it doesn’t matter if you get fucked and used like a cocksleeve by the entire team while they watch, it doesn’t matter if you enjoy every second of it. the men who you will come home to, the men who will know, love, and fuck you better than anyone will always be akaashi and bokuto.

#GOOD MORNING ?????????????????#atsumu smut #bokuto smut #akaashi smut #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #bokuto x akaashi #LOL #haikyuu smut #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu thirsts #[ 🁤 ] – drabbles #[ 𓅓 ] – fukurodani #[ 𓃥 ] – inarizaki #nonnie 🏳️#✨.jul answers

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kurosukii · 4 years ago

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𝐞𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞

pairing: akaashi keiji x f!reader

summary: forced to work from home because of quarantine, you end up spending some much needed time with your boyfriend, until that time of the month rolls around and it looks like he’s willing to help...

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship au

warnings: 18+. period sex (mentions of blood), shower sex, unprotected sex, slight blood kink, fingering, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), slight masturbation (m), praise, pet names, dirty talk, spoiler of his timeskip job

word count: 4.8k

author’s note: welp i wrote this when i was on my period . (promised that i would come back with something nasty and i literally did lmao) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° thank you @kurinoot, @meiansmistress, and @ssrated1volleyballplayer for beta reading <33

[6:30 AM]

most of the time, you love mother nature, but right now? you practically despise her.

your alarm woke you up, and you were hoping to get some final editing done, but aunt flo decided to finally rear her head today. of course, you tracked your cycles so it was honestly just wishful thinking that she would go away.

it also didn’t help that akaashi wasn’t next to you when you woke up. his side of the bed was still warm and his clean scent of sage was wafting through your nose. you couldn’t help but grab his pillow to squish it to your chest and bury your nose to inhale his comforting scent.

it was just another regular day. well, as regular as it could be, with quarantine reaching its first month. you admit that you missed going out terribly, but due to the circumstances, you actually spent more time with akaashi than you did during your regular hours.

however, the both of you still worked your “office hours.” the only good side was that you could be beside each other, sometimes holding hands under the table like bashful teenagers. granted, you work under the same publisher but he’s in the manga department and you’re in the literature department.

a fateful team-building outing somehow brought your two departments together and you ended up being grouped together for a ‘heart to heart’ session. funnily enough, you found out that you sort of ‘switched’ departments because he wanted to be where you were and you wanted to be where he was. his mellow voice and slightly thick-framed glasses lured you in, and you’ve been smitten with him ever since.

you smiled softly at the memory of how you two got together before a twisting pain in your abdomen increased, and you quietly cried out, with a hand on top of your lower stomach slightly pushing down to lessen the pain.

it helped, but only a bit until you finally decided to get out of bed and take a much deserved long and hot shower before starting your day diving into the screen of your laptop and suffering in silence. you, however, knew that it wouldn’t get past akaashi’s sharp eyes. he would insist to have a day off so you could rest, and he would dutifully comfort and take care of you until the pain subsided.

but that was the thing, you couldn’t afford to have a day off because you were sort of running behind schedule on one of your projects, and you had no one to blame than your surprisingly cunning and insatiable boyfriend.

during the early weeks of quarantine, you had a whiplash at how akaashi’s often quiet and calm personality quickly did a 180 ever since the two of you were forced to work from home. he was practically fucking you any time and any place he can. he said it was something about “making up” for lost time. no, he was just addicted to you and he could finally act on his urges with no holds barred.

break from work? he’d push you down on the table and drill your pussy on to it. finished a long and tiring day? he’d gently wrap his arms around your waist and bounce you up and down his cock, telling you what a good girl you are and how he’s so proud of you.

sometimes, when he’s brimming with need, he won’t care about what he’s supposed to be doing. he’d just flip you over, push your panties to the side, spit on your damp cunt, and shove his cock inside of you.

he’d even fuck you while he was in a meeting. his colleagues would just be droning on and on while he fucked your pussy from behind. his camera and microphone would be off but the doubt was still there. however, you found that you really didn’t care all that much. not when akaashi’s cock was making you feel so good.

the sex only increased more the week before you were due, owing up to the fluctuating hormones inside of your body, which only made you hornier than you usually were. akaashi definitely didn’t mind your growing sex drive since he knew that it was almost your time of the month.

he also didn’t mind your emotional outbursts because he knew it was also a hazard of your cycle. in between the sexy times, he cuddled and doted on you, like the sweet and loving boyfriend that he is.

the sweet smile on your face got wiped off as you moaned in pain. you reached for your phone before you dragged your zombie-like body off the bed and waddled your way to the bathroom, not looking back because you were half aware of the stain it left on the bed.

you winced at the trickling feeling and hurried your waddling so you could have your long awaited hot shower. this was your sacred ritual because it alleviated the heaviness, deliriousness, and cramps you felt on the first day.

however, it didn’t alleviate the horniness you felt—because you knew only one person could quell your desire—and that person was most likely buried in his work. for the record, it’s practically carnage down there and you’re too embarrassed to ask for ‘help’, even if you did feel so needy.

you placed your phone on the sink and unlocked it to play your lofi shower playlist. you removed your clothes and threw them haphazardly on the floor and made your way to the shower. you didn’t bother to close the shower door because you only had two things ringing in your mind: hot water and orgasm.

you flipped the knob and turned it to the temperature where akaashi claimed the water was ‘flowing lava.’ you smiled at the memory; he always complained about it but he would jump in the shower with you anyway.

you moaned in delight at the feeling of the hot water cascading down your aching body. you brought your hands up to your neck and started sensually touching yourself, the water only stimulating your sensitive body even more.

your fingers started trailing down your body, fingertips ghosting over your sore and aching nipples. you closed your eyes as you imagined it was akaashi’s fingers instead. you knew that he used to feel insecure about them, but after playing with his fingers—both innocently and lewdly—he now had a newfound confidence and appreciation for them, especially when they’re inside your mouth or cunt.

you lowered your arm down your stomach, following the path of the water. you whimpered when you put your hand between your shaking legs, heat emanating from your pussy. you leaned your head back as you moaned from the feeling of cupping your sex. keiji’s hands feel so much better, you lamented.

you spread your legs to make room for your fingers, pussy aching from the sensitivity of your touches. you leaned your head gently on the wall as your middle finger circled your clit. “keiji…” you moaned as you increased the speed of your finger. somehow, it felt better thinking they were his fingers making the slow ministrations on your aching bud, but it wasn’t so it made things more difficult.

you were moaning in frustration, tears brimming in your eyes as you desperately rubbed your clit. frankly, you’re too scared to plunge your fingers inside your bloody cunt, unprepared for the mess that you’ll see. the clit stimulation was good but it wasn’t enough and it wasn’t akaashi’s fingers.

the music drowned out the sound of the bathroom door opening and the rustle of clothes being removed. engrossed with the need to cum, you didn’t notice the naked warm body looming behind you.

akaashi was always quiet, more so when he was studying the curve of your back as it met the pert cheeks of your ass. his sharp eyes caught the crimson trail on the inside of your leg and it confirmed his suspicions.

he believes that he’s a good boyfriend, and good boyfriends always make their menstruating girlfriends feel better no matter what.

“i’m offended that you didn’t call me to help you relieve your pain, sweetheart,” akaashi whispered in your ear as he wrapped his long arms around your waist, his large hand covering yours, stopping you from furiously rubbing away at your clit.

“keiji!” you squealed and jumped at the warmth of his body enveloping yours. you didn’t hear him at all but you weren’t surprised. you sighed in relief and leaned your head on his shoulder as he left kisses on your neck, cheek, and temple.

there’s no place on your body where akaashi hasn’t kissed and the shower just happened to be the place of intimacy for the both of you. showers with him are your own form of therapy away from everything else. there was a certain kind of loving that the outside couldn’t give which made the sex softer and slower.

“you’re abusing your little clit, darling. is that how i taught you to do it?” he said as he nipped the top of your ear. “this is how it’s supposed to be done,” he whispered as his nimble fingers replaced yours. you moaned sweetly, squeezing his forearm as real pleasure bloomed inside of you.

“you circle it slowly, slower now that you’re extra sensitive,” his voice rasped, two fingers circling your clit with the right pressure. he knew your body better than you did, as if he had memorized each and every nerve ending. you bit your lip and whimpered, hips slightly following the direction of his fingers.

you felt the warmth and hardness of his cock on your lower back. he squeezed his cock with his free hand, softly groaning at the stimulation. while his fingers were slowly drawing circles on your clit, he was smearing his pre-cum on your wet skin.

“feels better, doesn’t it? now you move my hand, control the pace,” he ordered you softly. he let go of his dick to push your wet hair to one side and peppered kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck, then took hold of his aching cock again. you followed him, using both of your hands to maneuver his fingers.

“c-can i put your finger inside my pussy, keiji? i-i need something inside me,” you whined pitifully, mind delirious with the need to have your release. so delirious that you forgot about the predicament you were currently in.

unlike you, akaashi was lucid and truth be told, he was very curious about doing sexual activities while you were on your period, but he never really had the courage to ask you, until now.

“yes you can, baby. use my fingers as you please,” he groaned in your ear, the slick sounds of his hand stroking his cock ringing in your ears. you didn’t waste a second and inserted two of his fingers in your dripping cunt.

the both of you moaned loudly, you felt fuller than you had minutes before. they were much longer and thicker than your own, taking up more space than your fingers did. you gripped his wrist as you controlled the movements of his hand.

akaashi wasn’t one to disappoint—he knew when to curl and scissor his fingers inside your tight cunt. it was so hot and wet that he groaned at the new feeling. he never fingered you on your period before, so this was also uncharted territory to him.

“your pussy’s so fucking wet, sweetheart. my fingers are just sliding in and out,” he purred lowly, regaining control of his hand. you squealed as akaashi increased the pace of his fingers.

your eyes crossed as they became half-lidded, mouth forming into a tiny “o” as your moans became louder and louder. you leaned your head back as you succumbed to the pleasure of the hot water and akaashi’s swift fingers.

“k-keiji, fuck! that feels so good!” you screamed, legs trembling at the pleasure. you squeezed your eyes shut as your tongue lolled out.

“i’m fucking close baby, cum with me?” akaashi moaned, his forehead leaning against your shoulder as he watched his hand fist his cock. his hips thrusted against your back, so close to spraying his cum on your ass.

“y-yes keiji! fuck gonna cum, gonna cum!” you moaned loudly, palms flat against the wall as you thrusted back on his fingers. you bit your lower lip as you tried to silence your screams.

“come on sweetheart, give me your cum. fuck!” akaashi growled as he squeezed his cock. his cum sprayed on your back, spurts of white dripping down between the cheeks of your ass.

you followed suit, cumming with a scream of his name, legs finally giving out. akaashi caught your limp body, your back completely molded with his chest. both of you were panting hard, trying to catch your breaths.

“do you feel better, my love?” akaashi asked you softly, his fingers still massaging your cunt. now that you orgasmed, the post nut clarity hit you hard and you squealed at the leaking red trail on the inside of your legs.

“k-keiji! y-yes but i’m a mess down there! don’t look!” you pleaded with him. akaashi just laughed at you and shushed you with a sweet and long kiss to your lips.

“it’s fine sweetheart. i quite like it, actually. you’re more sensitive and your pussy is wetter and hotter,” akaashi punctuated each word with a kiss down your back until he was face to face with your cum-stained ass.

he pulled out his fingers and you moaned at the movement, your jaw dropped as you watched your blood-stained cum travel down your legs. akaashi watched it too, and he licked his lips at the sight of it.

he was on his knees behind you, the water on the floor swishing as he moved. his throbbing cock twitched and he kissed both of the cheeks of your ass before he spun you around and hooked your leg over his shoulder, leaving bloody fingerprints on your outer thigh—which were eventually washed away by the running water.

“k-keiji...what are you do—!” you didn’t get to finish your sentence because akaashi sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth. he matched the licks on your clit with the strokes of his hand on his cock.

he moaned at the stimulation and metallic taste of your bud. you winced as your head hit the back of the wall, both of your hands fisting into his wet hair.

“t-too sensitive, n-not too fast keiji!” you begged him, his mouth was slurping and making lewd sounds on your clit. he listened to you and slowed his tongue, but he didn’t change the pace of the strokes on his aching cock.

his tongue followed the motions of his fingers when he joined you in the shower, slow and teasing. you whimpered as you made eye contact with him. he winked when your eyes met, fingers squeezing the fat of your thigh.

you were nearing your orgasm once again, sensitivity making your nerves come alive and akaashi’s tongue was only adding to it. you tugged his hair and closed your eyes, moans freely flowing from your mouth.

“g-gonna cum again, keiji!” you squealed when akaashi bit your clit softly. you couldn’t control yourself even if you wanted to. you came all over his mouth with a scream while he groaned as his own cum stained his stomach.

both of you breathed heavily, chests rising. you looked at him and gasped at his appearance. his chest and neck were covered with red splatters of your cum. your face burned in embarrassment at the mess you caused but akaashi just chuckled at your demeanor.

you never knew akaashi had a thing for blood until now, much less period blood. his mouth and chin were covered with bits and pieces of it and all you could do was gape at him.

“it doesn’t disgust me, sweetheart,” he said with a smile, rising to his full height and angling the shower head to rinse off the extra pieces off of him.

your jaw was still slack, caught unaware at akaashi’s statement. one thing you’re sure quarantine did was awaken akaashi’s hidden sexual desires.

once he was clean, he turned off the shower and scooped you in his arms and sat on the wide shower bench he had installed when you moved in together. you squealed at the sudden movement and wrapped your arms around his neck, sensitive breasts pressing up against his chest.

he settled you on his lap, his still hard cock bouncing against his abdomen. he didn’t waste time and started kissing your neck, fingers gently pulling your hair to expose more of the skin to his mouth. you whimpered at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

“i know you’re still not satisfied darling,” he said as he pulled away from your neck. his skillful hands massaged your lower stomach, making you moan in delight at the soothing feeling.

the feeling of his hands felt too good for you to form words. you nodded in agreement and he hummed. he would give you his cock, but he wanted to try one more thing before he plunged his dick in your extra lubricated pussy.

“can you ride my thigh, baby?” he asked shyly, as if he hadn’t had blood all over himself a few minutes prior. your cheeks flushed at his request, but mouthed out a yes as you positioned himself over his thick thigh.

his volleyball days didn’t leave him, that was for sure. he still possessed the same strength and physique. that was evident in the way his muscles rippled every time he fucked you. your hands would trace his chest and you would kiss his palms, silently easing his insecurities about them.

you balanced yourself on your knees, internally wincing at the hardness of the bench underneath you. but you didn’t care, akaashi’s thigh was there and that was all that mattered.

you reached between your legs and spread your folds to reveal your clit. you gasped as droplets of cum and blood landed on his skin. he immediately gripped his cock with one hand and stroked his shaft at the sight.

he groaned and leaned his head on the wall behind him, his other hand squeezing your hip. you lowered yourself and slowly ground your clit on his thigh.

you moaned loudly at the feeling of his slick skin gliding against your puffy clit. he stroked his cock faster at the heat of your pussy enveloping his thigh.

“go faster, baby,” he moaned, his hand tapping your hip. you heeded his command and started sliding your overstimulated clit faster. your arms wrapped around his neck as you moaned wantonly in his ear.

he let go of his cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip and placed his large hands on top of your ass. he raised his eyebrow in question at the sticky feeling until he remembered that it was his cum from when he came on your back. he groaned at the memory and bit his lip.

he squeezed your ass with two hands while you ride his muscled thigh. he would grope and fondle your tits but they were too sore and tender, he figured that you would cry out in pain more than pleasure if he did so.

“that’s a good girl. feeling good, baby?” he purred as he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck.

“yes, keiji, so good,” you whimpered, hips grounding on his thigh. your whimper quickly turns into a squeal when he flexed his thigh and it just so happened to be the area you were dragging your pulsing clit on.

“yeah? ride my thigh faster, pretty girl. i can see you’re about to cum aga–fuck yeah, just like that,” akaashi moaned, his hand moving back to his cock and matching the speed of your hips.

he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you hard, tongues and moans clashing together. the slick sounds of your clit sliding on his thigh coupled with the low music playing served as background noises to your kissing.

“keiji, i’m g-gonna cum again! oh my god, my clit’s fucking aching,” you cried out, tears in your eyes as you trembled from the pleasure and pain.

“come on baby, yeah that’s it. cum for me, cum for me,” akaashi groaned loudly, his hand squeezing his shaft as his warm cum landed in between your bodies.

“oh my god—yes! i’m cumming!” you screamed when you felt akaashi’s cum paint your body. you stiffened, slick and blood gushing out of your overstimulated pussy and drenching his thigh.

you were whimpering, trying to push through your overwhelmed senses. you ended up crashing on his chest as his arms embraced you. your chests were heaving up and down, still high from both of your orgasms.

you stayed in that position for a few minutes before akaashi pulled away and settled his hands on your waist, ignoring the mess on your lower bodies.

“do you–do you think we can have sex baby?” he asked softly. you’ve had three orgams and if you said no, he’d understand, but it’s the one thing he wants to experience. his hands were slightly shaking out of nervousness as he looked at you with child-like hope in his dark blue eyes.

“but-but it’s disgu—” you stuttered. your clit was practically begging you to stop but you were just so fucking drunk on desire and akaashi just kept surprising you. he interrupted you, however, before you could sway him.

“it’s not disgusting, baby. it’s natural,” he said matter-of-factly, slightly indignant at your implication. “why would i find something that’s supposed to be natural, disgusting?” he questioned you, hands rubbing your hips.

“besides, i-i read somewhere—it’s a credible medical website, don’t worry—that sex alleviates cramps due to the contractions of the ute-”

“fuck me, keiji, now.”

you ended his rant with your demand. akaashi just gaped at you, disbelief covering his pretty features. he blinked and he was on his feet, cock bobbing along with him.

“where are you going?” you asked in a small voice, confusion clear in your eyes. you were sat on the bench, the water soaking your ass and thighs.

“i’m going to get a towel, baby. don’t think i didn’t notice your discomfort when you rose to your knees,” he said as he walked out of the shower.

you shivered. now that you were separated from the warmth of akaashi’s body, you realized just how cold the shower became, even when the glass walls were foggy from your activities with your boyfriend.

he came back with a fluffy dark grey towel and a shy smile on his pretty lips. your heart warmed at the sight. even when the both of you did all those things, he was still his shy self underneath it all.

“move a bit, sweetheart. i’m going to put this under your knees,” he said sweetly. you followed him, eager to finally get fucked by his cock. your clit was complaining awhile ago, but now it’s aching for his dick.

once you were on all-fours, akaashi bit his lip and traced one long line down your spine, making you shiver in delight. his chest puffed out in pride at your ass that was still coated in his cum.

“hold the handles tightly, sweetheart. don’t want you slipping now, do we?” he whispered in your ear as he settled behind you, his large hands finding purchase on your hips.

he kissed the back of your neck, lips leaving a trail of warmth until he reached your tailbone. he straightened his body before holding his cock and lining it up with your hole.

he rubbed his tip against your slit, making you moan at the familiar and needed slick of his cockhead. he moved his hips ever so slowly, his jaw clenching at the extra tightness and heat of your cunt.

“shit sweetheart, i know how wet you get every time we play and fool around, but this?” he said through his teeth as he bottomed out in your pussy, in his favorite place. you whimpered when he squeezed your ass to emphasize his point.

“we should have been fucking on your period a long time ago,” akaashi lamented, his mind starting to be consumed by your tight hole clamping down on him.

he moved his hips until only his tip remained inside and he thrusted back in with half a thought. you both moaned loudly at the movement, your knuckles turning white with how hard you’re gripping the handles.

he pulled out and thrusted inside again, his hips finding the perfect rhythm to drill your pussy. his hold on your hips tightened with every thrust he made, your mouth falling open in pleasure and body shaking along with his thrusts.

“more, keiji! i want more, feels so good!” you cried out, words sputtering at the end as akaashi increased the strength of his thrusts.

he happened to look down at where the two of you were so intimately connected and his brain short-circuited when he saw your blood mixing with his pre-cum and covering his cock in all your juices.

“not too deep, keiji!” you moaned when he thrusted deeply and hit the entrance of your cervix.

“sorry baby. your pussy is just so fucking hot, and the way your juices are covering my cock–it’s making me so hard, baby,” he groaned, head thrown back as he thrusted, softer this time, but still enough to make you feel so full, so complete.

you moaned wantonly, entirely intoxicated with how good akaashi is fucking you. you moved your hips along with his thrusts, making him hit all the good spots inside your pussy.

“yeah, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” akaashi praised you as he watched your hips move, making your ass jiggle and bounce back against his pelvic bone.

“your pussy’s always so good, so needy for me,” he growled, one hand leaving your hips and reaching around your stomach to toy with your clit.

“keiji! play with my clit, make me cum for you one last time!” you begged him as your body jolted upwards with the feeling of his fingers on your clit.

“come on baby, be a good girl for me and cum all over my cock,” he moaned as he maintained the strength of his thrusts but increased in pace.

“yes, keiji! i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” you screamed when his fingers circled your clit and pinched it. your legs shook as you moaned long and hard, covering akaashi’s cock with your juices.

akaashi came with a shout of your name, his hot cum spilling inside of your pussy as he squeezed your hips. his thrusts slowed down as he groaned in your ear, his teeth absentmindedly nipping your earlobe.

he fell forward and covered the expanse of your back. your hands felt numb now from how hard you squeezed the handle when you came.

once you were facing akaashi, you smiled at him and kissed his pink lips. he pulled you on his lap and kissed you back, the smile never leaving his lips as he breathed out praises and thanks.

you made out in the shower for what felt like forever until your teeth chattered from the cold. akaashi stood up and supported your body as he placed the both of you under the showerhead and turned the knob to your wanted temperature.

he sighed as the hot water rinsed your bodies of your shared fluids. this was your favourite part of showering with akaashi—the lathering and washing of your soft and pliant body, leaving sweet kisses on every patch of skin he can.

once he deemed the both of you clean enough, he carried you outside of the shower stall and grabbed a fluffy towel along the way.

“how are you feeling sweetheart? not aching anymore?” he asked you, voice gentle and mellow while he dried you with the towel.

“feel so much better, keiji. doesn’t hurt that bad anymore. just tired, that’s all. you did quite a number on me back there,” you teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck. he blushed, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

he pecked your lips as he wrapped the towel around your semi dry body and carried you out into the cool temperature of your shared room. he gently laid you down on the center of the bed, expecting your usual naked cuddles and loving whispers.

you thought that was what akaashi had in mind as well, until he ripped the towel off of you and quickly placed it under your ass and spread your legs wide, baring your sensitive and dripping pussy to his eyes once more.

it was a productive work day, but just a different kind of work.

[8:08 AM]

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kurosukii · 4 years ago

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𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞

pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader

summary: spending your friday night unwinding at the club with your friends is a common occurrence, but meeting a guy like him just made your night even better.

genre: smut, club au, strangers to lovers au

warnings: 18+. unprotected sex, pet names, face-fucking, facial, fingering (public), bathroom and mirror sex, slight dubcon (because of alcohol), size kink, multiple orgasms, panty gagging, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, swearing, alcohol consumption, degradation, praise, sir kink, hair pulling, slight manipulation, slight humiliation, slight oral fixation, motorboating, cockwarming

word count: 7.5k

author’s note: this was supposed to be fluffy and suggestive and a songfic but it turned out like...this. making that iwa smut sent my brain to overdrive and since bo was next in the wips, he kind of got victimized by my horny self...it has a bit of a plot that’s why it’s so long. (unedited) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI)

° listen to the weeknd’s song professional when you reach the line “the music playing above...” for a more immersed reading experience ;).

[12:27 AM]

“you come here often?”

you sighed exasperatedly, eyes rolling as you walked passed another drunkard trying to pull the moves on you. and seriously? ‘you come here often’? can this guy get any more cliché? you didn’t bother to grace him with a glance as you made a bee-line towards your friends standing around the table, coming from the restroom of the dimly lit club.

it took a longer time to reach them as the press of sweaty bodies pushed you around, body swaying in your heels, partly from their shoving and partly from the alcohol that’s swimming in your system. you really didn’t mind clubbing, especially when it’s with your friends, but you would absolutely be fine without the hazards that came with it. hazards in the form of shitfaced people trying to score and find a body to warm the emptiness of their beds, and you kind of feel guilty thinking about it because you were one of those people too. sometimes.

“hey girl! glad you made it back safely!” one of your friends giggled, words slurring as the alcohol made its way into her system, petite body swaying to the bass of the music, making the floor shake with every beat drop. you’re actually surprised that you heard her, considering how loud it was, but you guess it was an advantage that your table was nearer to the back, where the drinks are. easy access, you smiled to yourself.

“what are you smiling about? did you finally notice the hottie that’s been eye-fucking you since we got here? he’s looking at you like an eagle or was it a hawk? maybe an owl?” your friend giggled once more, laughing at her own ‘joke’ as her words piqued your interest. like any curious person, you looked around the vicinity of the high end club you had no idea how your friends managed to get a table in. yeah, it had the usual scene of the clubs that you and your friends frequented, but this club, winged tiger, felt different, classier, more sensual. you slightly shook your head as you focused back on your task, looking for this so called hottie that’s been eye-fucking you, your body flushing from both shyness and anticipation.

you came up short, however, as you didn’t see anyone of significance, aside from the leers of the drunk patrons who tried to make a pass at you, and you politely declined, followed by an ‘uptight bitch’ which just made you roll your eyes at the bruised ego. i’m too sober for this, you thought.

slightly disappointed that you didn’t find your mystery man and the notion that you might go back to your apartment alone without a stumbling body to blow off some steam with, you turned back to the table as your friends cheered loudly at the shot glasses and bottle being placed on it. one of your friends took the liberty of pouring the tequila in the shot glasses before she monopolized the entire bottle for herself, making your other friends protest at the ‘unfairness of it all’. you just laughed at them, taking one glass of your own as you downed the alcohol in one swallow, throat and chest burning from the heat of the liquid. you made a face as you sucked on the lime to ease the acrid taste of what you deemed as demon liquid, shivering from the aftertaste and also, the feeling of eyes roaming your body.

unbeknownst to you, bokuto koutarou was definitely eye-fucking you. bottom lip between his teeth as he had the perfect view to study the dips and curves of your sinful body, only accentuated by the skintight dress you were wearing. his hands gripping the railings of the second level, the vip floor, of his club as he imagined how you would look wrapped around him, his fat cock pounding your pussy as you moaned his name over and over.

he could feel his body coil in tension as his blood went south, cock aching in his pants as he imagined all the nasty things he would do to you and your sexy body. how your lips would look like wrapped around his fat cock, mascara streaks running down your face as you tried to take all of his length. how his fingers would make a mess of your pussy, long and thick digits going in and out. he growled lowly as he stretched his neck, forcing himself away from the railings as he walked to the stairs at the side, beginning his descent, and stalking towards you.

“guess he found his fucktoy of the night,” his long-time friend konoha smirked as he watched bokuto walk towards the direction of you and your friends’ table. “it’s going to be a long night for her,” akaashi said. his mellow voice slightly laced with pity at the fact that you were unaware of the things his best friend was going to do to you. “good thing i brought ear plugs this time! going to pass them around later,” konoha laughed as he walked back to the booth, where the rest of their friends were. akaashi just shook his head and smiled at konoha’s antics, following him to the grey cushioned seats.

as you downed shot after shot, confidence building up and inhibitions going down, you shivered as you felt a looming presence pass behind you. since the table was situated near the bar, you had a good view of the man before you.

your breath hitched in your throat as you took in his form. he was easily the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. even through the fabric of his dress shirt, you could still see the definition of his muscles, body rippling as he leaned on the counter and laughed with the bartender. his silver and black hair sticking up in two pointed directions, normally you’d snort at such a bizarre hairstyle, but this sexy motherfucker was making it work. you loved the way his pants hugged his ass and thick thighs, slightly aroused and jealous of his assets. you rubbed your thighs together to relieve the building discomfort in your pussy. what the fuck, you thought to yourself. are you seriously getting this worked up by just looking at a man?

“pssst, girl! that’s the hottie i was talking about earlier! the one that was eye-fucking you! damn, he looks even hotter up close,” your friend slurred. if you were sober, your face would’ve heated in embarrassment at the bluntness of your friend, but since you had enough alcohol, you just giggled at her statement. “girl! he’s looking at you right now! oh my god! go to him! go to him!” your friend squealed in delight as she grabbed your arm and jumped up and down, how she did it in her heels, you had no idea. you stumbled a bit as she pushed you forward to silver and black haired man’s direction.

you narrowed your eyes at her then straightened your body. you fiddled at the hem of your dress, pulling it down your legs to cover your ass, an action to try to ease your nerves. thankfully, you had the power of liquid courage to push all those intrusive thoughts away as you faced the man that’s currently making your pussy quiver in anticipation.

you were about to take a step towards him until your eyes locked with his. the intensity of his golden eyes was enough to root you to your spot. he leaned his arms against the counter of the bar, one ankle across the other as he tilted his head at you. he raised his eyebrow as he smirked at you, a sliver of his pink tongue wetting his bottom lip. come here, his eyes beckoned to you, and just like that, your legs had a mind of its own as it closed the distance between you and him.

you settled on the high chair beside him. he scrutinized your face with his owlish eyes for a few seconds until he stretched his lips into the brightest grin you’ve ever seen. the shine of his teeth under the low light of the club mesmerizing you. you couldn’t help but let out a timid smile of your own as his eyes crinkled at the sides.

“what drink can i get you, beautiful?” he said smoothly, leaning his chin on his hand as he focused on you and only you. you mirrored his actions as well, placing your chin on both of your hands as your eyelashes fluttered at him. you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered down to your cleavage, squeezed together by your arms. he wasn’t even being subtle about it, tongue licking his lips as he stared. you can’t help but admit to yourself that the small action made your cunt clench and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. he didn’t miss your reaction either, smirking as he straightened his body and made eye contact with you again.

“tell me your name first before i let you buy me a drink,” you said boldly, thank fuck for liquid courage. he laughed lowly at your demand before he indulged you, he reached out a large calloused hand and smiled at you. “bokuto koutarou, at your service,” he said suavely, you placed your hand in his, smaller and daintier. you told him your name as he brought your joined hands to his plump lips and kissed your knuckles. your face heated at the gentlemanly gesture, both from arousal and wonder. he repeated your name back to you and you slightly shivered at how good and sensual it came from his lips.

“a fitting name for a stunning woman like you. now, your drink?” he praised you, face heating up even more as he still held on to your hand, his thumb slightly rubbing small circles on the skin between your thumb and index fingers. “strawberry daiquiri,” you told him, transfixed at the way his eyes seemed childlike, seemed to know everything but still remained shuttered, like he was hiding something beneath.

“one strawberry daiquiri for the beautiful lady coming right up!” he said enthusiastically. you couldn’t help but laugh at how cheerful he was being. he made things lively and you felt so at ease with him, well, you also had to thank the help of alcohol to loosen you up during the conversation.

a hazard of you getting drunk was your sex drive increasing by a shit ton. you realised that you were already nearing inebriation when all you were doing was staring at the way his plump lips moved, tongue slightly snaking out as he talked animatedly. your hazy mind filling your head with fantasies of how he tasted like, how his lips would feel around your nipple as he licked, between your legs as he sucked on your clit—fucking hell. why the fuck was he just so fucking hot.

bokuto knew you were getting hornier the longer you talked to him. he could tell in the way your pupils dilated and breathing become heavier, making your tits move up and down your chest. he swallowed a groan as he discreetly palmed his bulging cock through his pants. he was actually impressed at his restraint, since his cock has been aching the moment he saw you.

he had half a mind of swiping the counter of the glasses and other shit placed on them, maneuvering your sexy body on the counter as he hiked up your sinful dress to your hips, pulling your panties to the side as he quickly unsheathed his thick cock from the confines of his pants as he buried himself balls deep inside your cunt. hips snapping on your skin as he fucked you for everyone to see, for everyone to hear you begging him to go harder and faster.

not now, he growled to himself, feeling his cock leak through his pants. he downed his whiskey in one go and faced your needy body.

“you wanna dance with me, beautiful? can’t have a complete night without busting out some moves on the dance floor,” he said as he swayed his hips side to side. you laughed and nodded at him, horniness slightly fading away as you took his hand in yours.

he twirled you dramatically causing you to trip over your feet and you fell towards his solid and warm chest. hands bracing yourself, you felt the warmth of his body and pleasant scent of his cologne invade your senses. the arousal that went away for a bit came rushing back as his big hands were burning on your waist as he steadied you, golden eyes burning into yours making his breathing pick up. you absentmindedly rubbed your breasts to his front and gulped at the heavy warmth against your stomach. fuck, he’s big. he cleared his throat and straightened your body, guiding you to the sweaty bodies littering the dance floor. he picked a spot where there were less people hanging around, giving the both of you more space to dance and enjoy yourselves.

the music playing from the speakers above you was sensual, perfect for the ambience of the club. the heavy bass boosting, making the floor shake. you were equal parts hypnotized and surprised at bokuto’s dancing skills, his body moving like free flowing water while the rest of the people around the both of you were moving like violent waves against the shore. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly tiptoeing even if you’re wearing killer heels because he’s so big and tall. you feel so secure in his arms as he moves your bodies, in sync to the beat of the weeknd’s song professional.

his hands lowered from your waist to your hips as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “are you having fun, baby?” he asked, warm breath tickling your ear as you felt giddy from the new endearment. you shivered at his closeness, your drunken mind inhaling his lavender and sea salt scent. “yes, i’m having fun, bokuto,” you replied breathily as he caressed your hips, dangerously close to your ass. he moved his hands to cover the expanse of your pert ass, the warmth from his palms comforting you. he hummed as he squeezed the fat of your ass.

“do you want to enjoy yourself more, baby?” he whispered seductively, hands becoming bolder as he groped and kneaded your behind. his one hand going to your front and cupping your pussy, his thick middle finger teasing circles on your clit through your panties. you moaned out a yes at what he was implying, slick dampening your cunt. fuck, were you finally going to see the massive cock he’s hiding and get it wet with your pussy?

“turn around, baby,” he said. you followed him and turned around, you took a step to practically run for the doors of the club, blood heating at the thought that yes, you were going home with someone after all. before your foot even landed on the ground, bokuto wrapped his thick arms around your middle and pulled you back to him, his whole front molding your back, the prominent bulge on the curve of your ass burning. you were about to question what the fuck he was doing until he squeezed you firmly.

“where are you going?” he questioned you genuinely, his beautiful features contorting into confusion as he tilted his head to the side. you were equally confused, did you read the room wrong?

you were burning with embarrassment at the thought that bokuto might have meant something else, and not the carnal idea that has been brewing in your mind ever since you sat beside him at the bar—but his hand was under your dress just now, surely the both of you are on the same page? fuck. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole, but bokuto eased your worries. for that issue anyway, because you swore your body was drained of all of its blood at the following words that came out of his sinful mouth.

“who says you can’t enjoy yourself, right here, right now?” he smirked at you, suave self returning as he realised the misunderstanding. your breath hitched, right here? on the dance floor? where people can see you?

“b-but people are going to hear bokuto! they’re going to see us,” you cried at him, voice high pitched at his proposition. he chuckled as he brought his hand up to gather your hair at one side, his mouth peppering kisses on your sweet neck down to your exposed shoulders, effectively increasing your arousal.

“that’s what makes it even more fun, right baby? the idea that you’re getting fucked by my fingers with everyone around us?” he said, pausing his assault on your neck. you moaned as your pussy clenched at the vision he was painting in your mind. “your juices drenching my hand and your thighs while you beg me to make your dirty cunt cum all over my fingers? doesn’t that sound so fucking hot, baby?” he finished his statement with a suckle to your neck, bruising the thin skin. well, when he put it like that…

normally, when you’re sober, you’d shut the idea down, but you’re not sober, and you’re starting to feel that familiar ache in your pussy. you bit your lip, prolonging your decision as you felt bokuto grind his clothed cock on your ass.

“play with my pussy and make me cum, bokuto, i need you,” you moaned, leaning your head on his shoulder. bokuto hissed as your needy words went straight to his cock, making it twitch in his pants. “your wish is my command, beautiful,” he said as he nipped the top of your ear before he maneuvered your body to a more comfortable angle.

his lips went back to kissing your neck as he brought his hands under your dress, hiking up the hem to your hips as he exposed your wet panties to anyone who can see. “a thong? were you expecting something tonight, slut?” you moaned at his quick change in demeanor, his deep voice making more slick fall from your pussy.

he used his left hand to pull your panties to the side as his right hand ghosted over your mound. he slowly ran his middle finger down your slit, the other two separating your folds. he gathered all the slick he found on his middle finger and rubbed slow and agonizing circles on your clit.

“so fucking wet, i’m surprised you’re not forming a puddle around you with how fucking drenched your cunt is,” he growled in your ear, you moaned at his voice, the vibrations only adding to the stimulation of his finger on your clit.

you were about to beg him to put it in when he cut your train of thought as he shoved two of his long and thick fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy. you cried at the force, his fingers so different than your own, more satisfying.

“fuck, you’re so tight, your pussy is clenching my fingers so hard, your cunt is so greedy,” he groaned in your ear, his fingers picking up in speed as you moaned loudly. you’ve never been more grateful for the dark colours of the club, the only source of light were the purple and blue strobe lights that were randomly hitting the ground from where you and bokuto stood. his left hand travelled up your body to the sweetheart neckline of your dress, pulling it down until your tits were exposed to the cold and stuffy air, nipples hardening.

dear fucking god. you would pull away from bokuto right now if there was no alcohol in you. but honestly, even if you were sober, you wouldn’t want to leave his embrace because his fingers were working magic in your pussy, and you didn’t want to admit it but the thought of getting caught, of people witnessing you fall apart in bokuto’s arms as his skilled fingers thrusted in and out of you, stroking your walls, was exhilarating.

“oh my god, yes bokuto, right there, fuck!” you threw your head back on his shoulder as you mewled loudly, arching your back to his front as his fingers hit that spot. your hips rolled, trying to fuck his fingers harder.

“it’s sir. whether i’m playing with your cunt, eating it, fucking it, it’s sir. understand, bitch?” he growled in your face. “now, answer me, do you like what i’m doing to this nasty pussy? address me properly,” bokuto hissed as your cunt squeezed his thick fingers more, your juices trickling down your legs. “yes sir, i like what you’re doing to my nasty pussy so much, oh fuck yes,” you moaned loudly, uncaring of the volume of your moans because all that mattered to you was him and his fingers.

“look at how loud you’re being. you like putting on a show for everyone, hm? a few minutes ago you were still hesitating, but look at you now. what a fucking slutty whore,” he said as he taunted you, his teeth nibbling your lower lip as you moaned from his dirty words. he took the opportunity to kiss you hard, teeth clashing against yours. you cried into his mouth when his fingers found your sweet spot. he groaned while kissing you, so turned on from the way you were practically melting in his arms. he couldn’t stop his hips from rutting against your ass, but it was only a small reprieve because he knew that he’d only be satisfied once he was either inside your mouth or cunt.

“sir please make me cum! fuck please!” you pulled away from his lips while you begged pathetically. bokuto let go of your hair as he snaked his hand down to your pussy. coupled with his fingers curling inside your walls as he hit your g-spot and drawing circles on your puffy clit, he had you seeing stars. “yesyesyes oh my god right there fuck–” you screamed as you closed your eyes, so tight that it hurt. you could feel the wetness of your orgasm trickling out of you, passing bokuto’s hand as the rest went down your trembling legs.

“that was so fucking hot,” bokuto groaned, eyes wide as he brought his soaking fingers near his face. he was observing the translucent strings, separating his fingers over and over again, playing with your essence. he slipped them inside his mouth and his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head. his aching cock twitched as he moaned at your sweet taste, and he decided that he needed to taste it directly from its source, from your dirty cunt.

you were breathing so hard, naked chest heaving up and down. if it weren’t for bokuto’s hulking body, you would’ve collapsed into a heap on the floor. that was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, and you shuddered at the idea that if his fingers can do that to you, what more if it’s his cock?

coming down from your high, you remembered where you were and humiliation settled in your gut. your eyes cleared up as you took note of your surroundings. people around you were either actively facing away from you and bokuto or openly staring at the show you just put out. surprisingly, you didn’t feel any ounce of regret. hell, you’d go through this again if it meant that bokuto would treat your pussy the way he did just now. you felt embarrassed, however, because not everyone wanted to see that spectacle.

“come on baby, let’s go somewhere private. let me show you what i can really do to your sexy body and greedy cunt,” bokuto said confidently, not really caring that the both of you basically gave everyone a show. a damn good one at that. if it were up to him, he’d throw your body in one of the booths and start pounding your pussy the way it deserves to be pounded, roaming eyes be damned. he’d show everyone how it really looks like when a pussy gets fucked into submission, but from what he learned about you during your conversation, that’s not something you’d really approve of.

“damn, that shit was actually hot as fuck,” konoha whistled lowly, eyes wide as he took in what just happened. he was one of the people who were openly staring at yours and bokuto’s display. “that’s the first time he’s ever done something like that,” akaashi said contemplatively. unlike konoha, once he heard your whines and moans, he took the ear plugs laid on the table and popped them into his ears, giving you some privacy. well, he tried anyway.

bokuto scooped your limp and shaking body into his strong arms as he carried you bridal style. you would have protested if it weren’t for the fact that you literally couldn’t walk. he walked towards the stairs that had two burly men guarding it. vip was plastered on the wall beside them. you turned to him and opened your mouth to ask if you were allowed there but he cut you off. “i own the club, baby. you go where i want you to go,” he said as he winked at you, sweat glistening on his eyebrow. your eyes widened like saucers, no wonder why he didn’t give a fuck about what happened, it was his club. he could do anything he wanted to do.

come to think of it, that’s the reason why he was comfortable with the bartenders and some of the patrons. he swaggered around like he owned the place because he actually did. but it’s more than that, there was a certain confidence and security about him that couldn’t be shaken. maybe that’s why you enjoy his company so much—aside from the fact that he had talented fingers—and soon enough, you’d get to experience other parts of him as well.

“okay then, mr. bigshot, where are we going?” you questioned him in amusement, never mind the fact that your pussy was still gushing slick, making you squirm in his arms at the discomfort. “somewhere private, baby. you’ll see,” he smiled devilishly at you, his hold on you tightening as he nodded at the men guarding the stairwell, they nodded back at him. your face flushed in embarrassment while you subtly hid in bokuto’s neck. they most likely witnessed what their boss did to you earlier. said boss walked up the stairs to the vip floor with a spring in his step, clearly excited for what’s going to happen, his blood heating up and cock straining at the idea of ravaging your body.

when you finally arrived at the second floor, bokuto stalked towards a nondescript black door, not bothering to acknowledge the other people lounging around the velvet cushions, smirking as they went back to their own drinks.

even if bokuto gave you a mind numbing orgasm, you were still horny as fuck. clearly, the alcohol in your body was still doing its work on you. he set you down before the door, hurriedly turning the knob as he dragged you inside the surprisingly well lit room. before you even got the chance to study the room, bokuto slammed the door and pinned your body against it, lips claiming your own in a bruising kiss as you moaned at his eagerness.

he tasted like whiskey and bad decisions but you didn’t care, not when his warm tongue is massaging your own, hands squeezing and playing with your tits. you rubbed at his chest and abdomen, trying to unbutton his shirt with your shaky hands. bokuto abruptly pulled away as he ripped his shirt off, buttons flying away. you gasped at his strength as he chuckled at you, quickly resuming his assault on your swollen lips.

you wrapped your arms around his thick neck, moaning into his mouth as he made quick work of removing his pants. the sound of his belt unbuckling only making your legs squirm against each other as you felt your pussy quiver.

he detached himself from your lips as his strong hands pushed on your shoulders, getting you down to your knees. because you were busy kissing his soft and pink lips, you were only now noticing the package between his legs. your eyes widened, mouth slightly drying because his cock is the biggest one you’ve ever seen. long and thick, with veins littering his shaft, pink head leaking so much pre-cum it was dripping down to the floor. it hit the navel of his abdomen, twitching the more you gaped at it.

“like what you see, baby? this cock has been so ready for you, leaking everywhere,” bokuto moaned, breath panting as he slowly stroked himself, effectively smearing his slick over his monster cock as makeshift lube. he walked closer to you, one hand bracing himself against the door. he guided his cock to your kiss-swollen lips, tracing it as he left white trails behind on them. “open up baby, sir’s gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and make it his own fleshlight,” he hissed as your tongue slipped out of your mouth, giving his slit an experimental lick.

you opened your mouth wider as he pushed himself in, jaw already aching at his length and girth. fuck, he’s not even halfway through. he threw his head back as he moaned unabashedly at the heat and wetnes of your mouth. you moaned too, the vibrations going through his cock and down his spine. he pushed himself inside your mouth more, hand grabbing fistfuls of your hair. once your mouth had enough, you raised your hands to hold the rest of him that you couldn’t fit inside of your mouth.

“your mouth looks so good around my cock, baby. i’m going to fit my whole cock inside your mouth before this night’s over, i promise you that,” he growled as he tightened his grip on your hair. he gave a light thrust as you moaned at his words.

sensing your own readiness, you started sucking on his cock, head bobbing on it as drool and slick was falling out of your mouth. bokuto moaned as he rested his forehead on the door, golden eyes observing the way his cock pistoned in and out of your mouth. one hand was pulling and squeezing the rest of his shaft while the other was fondling and playing with his heavy balls. you could tell that bokuto really liked that a lot with how loud he was being. “yeah, yeah, like that, fuck, mouth f-feels so good,” he stuttered as your tongue played with his slit, then licked the veins on the underside of his shaft.

this was definitely the first time that you’ve ever enjoyed sucking dick, bokuto’s moans and grunts only adding to your confidence. bokuto was moaning so loudly that you blushed at his lack of shyness, but he sounds so fucking hot though.

“shit yeah, look at you, your face is so messy with my slick and your saliva, you like that i’m fucking your mouth? using it as a fleshlight, hm?” he taunted you, hips snapping against your mouth, you could feel the tears running down your face as his cock kept hitting the back of your throat. “fuck, look at the mascara running down your face, you look so fucked out right now, bitch. yeah sir loves it when you’re gagging and choking on his cock, fuck yeah,” he moaned, thrusts going faster and faster. his orgasm was so near that the only thing in his mind was reaching it.

before you knew it, he thrusted his dick so hard that he fit his whole monster of a cock inside your mouth all the way to his base, your nose rubbing against his abdomen as you moaned all around him. he came with a loud moan as your throat felt his hot cum pouring down on it. he was still cumming so hard when he pulled out of your mouth as you gasped for your breath. he guided his cock to your face as cum still spurted out of his slit, spraying your lips, nose, and face with it. “you look even more beautiful with your face painted in my cum,” he breathed out in fascination as he smeared the cum on your face with his sensitive tip, his body shuddering at the extra stimulation.

he panted hard as he chased his breath, defined chest heaving up and down as he came down from one of the most satisfying orgasms of his life. you panted hard as well, throat all used up, but you realised that you’d do it again and again because bokuto looked like a fucking god above you, even if he was under your mercy.

you noticed that his cock was hardening again, and you wanted to have another go at him, bravery suddenly fueling your bones. “the next time i’m going to shower you with my cum is inside your slutty cunt,” he said as he moved to stop your mouth from licking the underside of his shaft, his cock still sensitive from the orgasm. now that you were calming down, you noticed the room you were in. it was a fancy bathroom, coloured in black, gold, and white. perfect for a vip floor, you thought. there was a black marble sink and counter lined with gold. your eyes travelled around the rest of the room as it landed on the soft black velvet couch to the side.

bokuto was looking at you studying the bathroom, clearly sensing that you approved, which made his chest puff out with pride. he kicked the rest of his clothes off as he stood naked in the bathroom, his large body rippling with muscles. you turned back to him and your breath hitched, of all the things in the room, he was easily the most beautiful. he was built like a god, your mouth watering at the planes and dips of his body.

he smirked at you from above as he crouched to lift you, walking to the couch at the corner. he gently set you down on it, and you marvelled at the way it felt. it was as soft as it looked.

“i believe i owe you a pussy eating baby,” he said as he settled down between your legs, cock bobbing against his stomach. you took the liberty of pulling your dress down your body. bokuto helped you as well, hands caressing your sensitive skin. you realised then how drenched you were down there because every movement made your pussy squelch with all the accumulated juices, first from your orgasm then second from when you sucked bokuto’s cock.

you were about to lean down to unstrap your heels, but bokuto lightly pushed you back on the couch. you were about to question him until he gripped your heavy and aching tits and squeezed them together, forming a deep cleavage between them. bokuto buried his face between them and shook his head from side to side as he reveled in the softness and warmth of them. your face heated at his display as he raised his silver and black head.

bokuto made eye contact with you, golden eyes staring you down. “the heels stay on,” he stated firmly as he lowered his head and kissed your thigh. he raised his head as he hooked his thick fingers on the hem of your soaked panties. “play with those heavy tits as i remove your panties, slut,” he hissed as you moaned out a yes. your fingers reached up to twist and pull at your sensitive nipples. bokuto kissed every path your panties travelled, only further enhancing your arousal.

he bunched up the drenched material in his hands as he pushed your legs up to your chest and spread them wide. “hold your legs for me, bitch,” he growled as he finally saw your pussy, swollen lips glistening right at him, the clit that he played with not too long ago puffy and waiting for his tongue. you pinched your nipples one last time as you let out a sigh, obediently following his order as you hooked your hands on the back of your knees.

“look at this dirty cunt, dripping and soaking and it’s all for me,” he groaned, cockhead leaking pre-cum. he brought the cloth in his hand to his cock as he wiped your panties on it. your jaw dropped at such a lewd and dirty action, but he didn’t stop there. he brought your cum covered panties to your twitching cunt and swiped it up and down your slit. you moaned at how dirty bokuto was being. seeing your mouth ajar, he slipped your soiled panties in your mouth, groaning at the dirty sight of you being gagged with your panties that were soaked with your shared fluids.

“keep it in your mouth, yeah?” he said before he buried his face in your pussy and inhaled. he groaned at your scent as he squeezed his cock. he kissed your pussy before he opened his mouth to suck your erect clit with a slurp. your hands tightened on your legs as you threw your head back on the couch with a loud moan that was muffled by the panties in your mouth, finally feeling the warmth of his lips on your cunt. his tongue peaked out of his mouth, drawing fast circles on your clit.

he brought his fingers to your pussy and inserted two of them as he sucked hard on your bud. your hips rocking on his face as you arched your back. you leaned your neck and you noticed that the entire ceiling was one big mirror. the reflection you were seeing was so lewd that your cunt spasmed around bokuto’s fingers. your legs spread wide and anchored to your chest by your hands, bokuto’s head moving between your legs, his arm moving back and forth as he thrusted his fingers in and out.

you moved your head back when you heard bokuto’s moans increase in volume, vibrations from his mouth making your legs shake. you moaned as you tasted the fluids in your panties, bokuto’s slightly salty cum mixing with your musky taste. you tightened around his fingers while you fucked yourself on them.

he pulled out his fingers from your cunt but he quickly switched it with his tongue. his hot and wet muscle reaching inside of your walls, nose rubbing on your clit. you cried at the new sensation, he was literally eating you out. your chest was heaving, tits shaking as your needy cunt fucked his face. his other hand reached your clit as he played with it, pinching and rubbing. you mewled at the extra sensation, stomach tightening as you were nearing your orgasm. bokuto knew you were close so he furiously rubbed at your clit while his tongue stroked your walls faster. “fuck yes, fuckfuckfuck, right there bokuto, oh my god yes yes–YES!” you cried, muffled by the panties as you orgasmed in bokuto’s face, pussy clenching his tongue. he groaned as he shot his load all over his stomach, staining the white marble floor.

bokuto pulled away as he stood to his full height, mouth dripping with your cum as his cock bobbed. he hauled your shaking body with him, making your legs trip over the heels you were wearing, the only thing you were still wearing. he lightly shoved your body on the sink with you facing the mirror as he hiked up your right leg on it, making you balance on one wobbly leg. he pushed your back down into an arch, making your body shudder as you felt the cold marble on your entire front, nipples rubbing against it.

he didn’t even warn you when he shoved his monster cock in your pussy with one quick thrust as he bottomed out in your soaking cunt. he threw his head back as he let out a loud groan while you simultaneously screamed, making the panties in your mouth fall to the sink. you picked it up and placed it back in your mouth, used to the taste of your shared juices. fuck, he was so fucking thick and long.

“look at how your cunt’s taking my cock, baby. fuck, your tiny pussy’s stretching all around me,” he moaned at the tightness of your walls that were squeezing his cock, keeping him in a vice-like grip. even if he already made you orgasm twice, the stretch still stung due to the sheer size of him. you squirmed around him as you tried to relieve the slight pain.

“can’t believe i waited this long to fuck this dirty cunt,” he growled as he delivered a particularly hard thrust that had you drooling even more around the soiled panties in your mouth. he started moving his hips, thrusts so strong and deep that you gripped the edge of the sink so hard that your knuckles turned white. once he got his bearings, he began to pound your cunt while his balls loudly slapped against your ass.

“fuck, you’re such a fucking whore,” he groaned as he pulled your hair so you were looking at yourself in the mirror. “yeah, look at you. look at how much drool’s coming out of your mouth. you like the way sir’s big fat cock is drilling into this pussy, hm?” he taunted you, moans muffled by your panties as you tried to fuck yourself back on to his cock, your way of telling him that yes, i love the way your cock is pounding my pussy.

“i’m going to ruin this cunt for everyone else. gonna mold the shape of my cock into your pussy so that nothing but my cock will ever satisfy you again,” he moaned as he squeezed the fat of your hips tighter, heavy balls slapping against your ass while his thrusts became faster and harder.

“you like that, bitch? wanna be sir’s cumdump? his personal cocksleeve?” he growled as you moaned loudly at his dirty words, eyes tearing up at all the stimulation he’s giving you. he reached around your body and pulled the panties from your mouth, dropping them to the sink. “come on, tell me,” he hissed as he punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

“yes sir, i wanna be your cumdump, your personal cocksleeve! you own my pussy and only you can make me cum like a whore!” you cried loudly as you arched your back even more, cunt fluttering around his cock. bokuto moaned at your praise, his hips starting to lose their rhythm as he chased his orgasm. his abs tightened as he felt your cunt clench his cock even harder.

“s-sir, i’m-i’m going to c-cum-oh shit yes–!” you screamed as you reached a hand down to play with your clit. “then cum, you fucking bitch,” he growled. “fuck yeah, sir’s gonna cum too-fuckfuckfuck,” he moaned, voice going higher as he thrusted one final time, making the both of you orgasm together, your mixed moans filling the small space of the bathroom. he collapsed on your back, arms shaking as he supported his weight on either side of you. both of you were panting hard, breaths mingling as your musky scents mixed together in the bathroom.

he rested his head on your shoulder while his hand caressed your leg that was perched on the counter. “that was so fucking good, babe,” he breathed into your ear, softly kissing your lobe. you hummed in agreement, throat raw from his fucking and your screaming. he was still inside of you, warm cum sloshing around inside your pussy.

he lifted your spent body from the counter and carried you back to the couch, not caring about your sweaty bodies and never separating his cock from your ruined cunt. he lied down against the softness of cushions, his head resting on the arm of the couch, your back plastered to his front. you winced as he moved you around, soft cock still inside of you.

“stay with me?” he questioned you hopefully, thick arm wrapping around your waist as his fingers slowly circled your clit. you whined, pushing his hand away because you were still recovering from his fucking. “okay,” you replied softly, head nuzzling his neck. “that’s my good girl,” he purred as you felt his cock harden inside of you again.

akaashi was right, you were definitely in for a long night.

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