#I wanna squeeze Bokuto so tight

[cottonlemonade]

He could have purred with how comfortable he felt. Still warm from his shower he was perfectly seated on the couch, the pillow in his lower back just right, your head leaning on his shoulder while you watched your favorite movie after a long day. Halloween candy that would never make it to the 31st was strewn on the coffee table, building a somewhat chaotic decoration for the crumbs on your plates, leftover from tonight’s dinner.

Your boyfriend gently ran his fingertips over your shoulder and squeezed you tight when you shuddered at the tickling touch. With his free hand that just a moment ago tossed a chocolate into his mouth, he now grabbed onto your legs that lay over his lap, rubbing his thumb over your addictively plush thigh. As he debated on how best to initiate a soft to medium steamy make-out session he saw you delete a long unsent message to your best friend.

“What was that?”, he asked curiously.

“What was what?”

“That. You just typed out a whole message with emojis and everything and didn’t send it. Why?”

You shrugged, “Changed my mind. Not important enough.”

“Not im- baby, do you do that a lot?”

Another shrug and he knew you well enough to take that as a Yes.

“Do you do that with me?”, he asked, slightly alarmed.

“I just don’t wanna bother you.”, you said simply.

“Hold up.”, he paused the movie and sat up straight to look at you, “Are you telling me I could be getting a lot more content from you throughout my day?”

“Am I an influencer now?”, you laughed.

“Baby, don’t change the subject. I signed up for premium membership when we started dating. That means Behind The Scenes, bloopers, reactions, everything!” He wanted to make sure you knew he was serious about this, so he dropped the playful tone a little and entwined his fingers with yours, “Please don’t filter yourself, gorgeous. Especially not for me. You’re never a bother. Never too much, ya hear me?”

Tendou, Yaku, Suna, Noya, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto, Mattsun, Komori, your fave

[hoejosatoru]

Skill Set - Haikyu men

What body part (hands, mouth, cock) haikyu men are best with. All characters post timeskip.

Can finger you like no one else. One of the few men who has not lost the fine art of fingering. His fingers are long and slender but so strong. They're callused from years of playing, but that only heightens your sensitivity. He finds your g spot easily, pressing into it until you’re soaked and needy. “Hmm, you like when I touch you like that, angel?” He toys with your clit until you’re right at the edge before plunging his fingers back into your throbbing pussy. Loves how easy it is to tease you like that. How fully in control he is over your pleasure with just a few touches. It’s such an ordinary part of the body, the hands, and yet his can pull the sweetest moans out of you like it’s nothing. “Go on and cum all over my fingers, baby. Wanna feel you squeeze ‘em real good.” Will literally play with your pussy for hours and absolutely will. 

Tendou (loves making you watch in the mirror), Kageyama, tsukki (particularly loves teasing & is a lil meanie), Yamaguchi (got all his tips from tsukki), oikawa, kita, goshiki, semi. The way its almost exclusively setters lmao truly no one is better with their hands.

Loves eating pussy so much. Does it for his own pleasure as much as yours. Does it in all different positions - missionary, face sitting, from the back. Literally doesn’t care as long as he gets to eat you out. He presses his tongue into your tight hole, wiggling the warm, soft muscle inside you. “Mmm, tastes so fucking sweet.” Sucks on your clit until you’re squirming away from him. But don’t think you’re going anywhere. He’ll grip your hips tight, flicking his tongue over your aching clit until you’re gasping and shaking. He loves when you get lost in it, rutting your pussy against his tongue. “Yeah, baby, fuck my tongue just like that.” He’s not happy until his face is covered in your slick cum.

Tanaka, Nishinoya (regularly cums himself while eating you out), Sugawara, Kenma (loves face sitting bc all he has to do is lay down and move his tongue), Suna (Almost made him a hands guy, but I get the vibes he’s so fucking good at eating pussy. The biggest tease and makes you beg for it), Terushima (the tongue ring alone tells you all you need to know)

Gives the best dick. He’s nice and big, making your pussy stretch pleasurable every time. He knows exactly where to angle himself to get you seeing stars. Loves pressing your knees up to your chest and getting himself so deep inside you. “Feel that baby? Feel me in your tummy?” A weaker man would bust when he felt your pussy squeezing him like a vice, but he has unrivaled restraint. He knows how to perfectly work you up with, slow, long thrusts, then finishes you off fast and hard snaps of his hips. He’s so strong and can put the most delicious weight behind each pounding thrust. “Fuck princess, feel so good cumming on my cock.” Expect to go multiple rounds.

Ushijima (he has the biggest, thickest cock), Asahi, Hinata (energizer bunny level stamina and will literally rut into until he physically cannot cum anymore), Sakusa, Aran, Atsumu (he’s so fucking cocky about it. pun not intended), Daichi

BONUS - The men who can literally do it all. Can finger you senseless, will eat your pussy for hours, and will fuck you until you can barely walk. All above applies to them

Bokuto (the best partner literally lives to pleasure you), Coach Ukai (look at this man and tell me he doesn’t know how to fuck. I dare you), Iwaizumi, Osamu (you just know Atsumu mad he is here over him), Kuroo

[sunarc]

Guys Who Jerk Off To You

Guys who squeeze their cock so tight to the thought of you. His rough hands massage up and down in a swift motion. He’s a moaning wreck, singing your name into the air. His hand grips the sheets so tight as he pumps himself. His mind wanders off to thoughts of sinking his cock into that tight hole of yours. 

“Fuck baby” he whines so much.

He lets out the most lewd soft whimpers. His mind is clouded with thoughts of you. His back arches off the bed. His breathing is jagged. He moans your name like a broken record. His hand pumps ferociously as his hips rock up and down matching his hand movement. He’s usually so dominant in bed with you but right now he’s practically begging to cum. 

“Please baby, I wanna cum for you so bad” his voice is barely above a whisper as the words fall past his lips. 

His moans are so pretty. His voice is higher than usual at this moment. He’ll throw his head back and bite his lip in a failed attempt to contain himself. His eyes are squeezed shut and the closer he gets to his release the louder his moans get. When he finally spills all over his hands and stomach he lets out the softest gasp. He snap a picture of his cum covered abs and send it to you with a small text

‘Thinking about you’

Suna, Bokuto, Itadori, Megumi, Kageyama, HInata, Oikawa, Atsumu, Choso, Gojo

[eashn]

hq | how they jack off

with kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, iwaizumi, saeko, and kageyama.

summary: hq characters and their masturbation habits

warnings: NSFW content, fem!reader, male and female masturbation, mentions of rough sex, mentions of oral sex (male and female receiving), phone sex, anal play, bruising, light dom/sub dynamics here and there, many many mentions of tits and ass, mention of fingering

A/N - i rewatched haikyuu and these fuckers starting screwing around in my brain again like they owned the place so here’s what came of that. happy reading, expect more of this crap soon lmao

Kuroo Tetsurō

filthy with it

needs his hand slick—with lube, lotion, spit. whatever’s closest.

he’s rough. rubs himself ragged and sweats through his sheets

grunts and groans, mutters your name here and there

usually goes multiple rounds

That’s it—fuck, baby,” Kuroo rasped, pumping his length in his cum-coated fingers. He’d already finished twice to the thought of his cock in your pretty mouth.

His sheets were damp beneath him and the salty tang of sweat clouded the air, but he didn’t give a damn. All he could think about was you. Your deft hands. Your lips, slick with drool. Your glassy eyes staring up at him as he fucked his cockhead down your throat. He groaned at the image, tightening his sticky fingers around his shaft. 

“Like that,” he muttered, wishing it was really you. Because despite the lewd glide of his palm, the puddles of cum crusting on his abdomen, this was nowhere as obscene as the real thing: your wanton whines and moans, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin. God, he wanted to mess you up—make you feel just as dirty as he felt right now. No matter how many times he’d already seen it, he craved to watch you fall apart beneath him again. 

Bokuto Kōtarō

desperate

god, bokuto doesn’t even like masturbating—the feeling’s nowhere near what it’s like to be with you 

but when bokuto needs it, he needs it bad

he’s loud: gasping moans and vulgar, noisy thrusts into his palm

fists his sheets as if he’s grabbing at your skin

He hated that he was doing it—it felt wrong, felt like betrayal. He didn’t want anyone but you to make him feel good. Fuck, it wasn’t like his hand felt nearly as good as the tight grip of your cunt anyways.

But he couldn’t help it, could he? Not after he’d seen that cute little selfie you sent him. 

He whined, squeezing his cock in one hand and his phone in the other as he stared at picture—at your soft, pretty smile and flushed cheeks, and lower…the white tank you’d chosen to wear for the day’s heat. It was just slightly damp at the collar; beads of sweat pooled in the hollow of your throat. He’d twitched in his pants when he caught that, images of you slick and sweaty beneath him clouding his mind. “Darlin’,” he moaned when he noticed the way the shirt hugged your tits. Shit, he wanted—no, needed that body in his hands, that body he called absolutely perfect no matter how much you disagreed. His fingers slid up and down his shaft, faster and faster, as he squeezed his eyes shut and imagined bucking up into you. He wanted those perky tits bouncing in front of his face, your needy whines filling his ears, your grabby hands winding their way into his hair—

“Fuck,” he breathed, halting his motions and staring at the phone in his hand. He had an idea. 

And before he knew it, Bokuto was hitting the Video Call button and positioning himself in front of the camera. 

Oikawa Tōru

usually a bitchy top, oikawa gets so subby when you’re not around 

he knows you like being tossed around, so he’s always given you that—happily so

but tōru’s never met your dominant side, the one that’d love to replace the desperate fingers he’s got in his ass with a nice, meaty strap-on

or ride his cock till he was begging you to stop

so he keeps those fantasies a secret for now. 

but, oh, he’s a slutty mfer. edges himself and whines your name. dirty talks into his pillow like he’s being filmed

“Please—please, baby, wanna cum—fuck, please let me cum—” 

On his elbows and knees, Oikawa shoved his face into the mattress, bucking his hips into his hand. Drool dribbled from his parted lips as he fucked his fist, imagining it was you. His back arched beautifully—if you were there, you’d have a perfect view of the little buttplug in his ass. 

“Need…you,” he whimpered, wiping the drool with his other hand. “Need that cunt—please.” God, he sounded like a bitch. He wanted you to say so, to degrade him like the whore he knew he was. “Aw, Tōru. You’re a dirty thing, aren’t you.”  He keened, imagining that kind of filth tumble from your rosy lips. And, burying his face back into his sheets, Oikawa came.

Iwaizumi Hajime

big BURLY man but he looks so pretty spread out on his couch, thick cock in hand

usually ends up doing it after working out; the testosterone’s flowing and all that 

a groaner. dark and low, iwa growls your name

flips through dirty pics of you on his phone while doing it

uses spit as lube. he’s a frugal man—doesn’t like spending money on something nice when something shitty does the job

spit’s quicker anyway. he’s eager when he needs release.

It was all he could think of the minute he got home from the gym: your pert little ass in front of him as he pounded into you from behind. God, he was pervy. He was disgusting for wanting you like this, every goddamn time after a good lift. 

But, fucking hell. He needed to cum. 

Dumping his bag on the floor, yanking out his phone, Iwa slumped down onto the couch—not even making it to his bedroom. In seconds, his cock was in his hand and his phone was open to the photos you’d taken the last time you fucked. You: in doggy, his seed smeared across your asscheeks and leaking from your hole. His handprints and his hickies all over your skin. 

“Pretty girl,” Iwa snarled, tilting his head back and thumbing the precum dribbling from his tip. He spat obscenely in one hand, grasping his shaft and pumping it up and down, up and down, nice and slow. 

“That’s it, babygirl,” he groaned, seeing your bare skin behind squeezed-shut eyes, envisioning himself groping your flesh. “Take it—fuck—take it all.”

Tanaka Saeko

fuck me up mama

LOUD by nature—she’s grunty and whiny, she groans and she gasps. 

buries her face in her pillowcase to keep it quiet 

used to invest generously in lube, but fuck, she doesn’t need it anymore. she gets wet enough at the thought of you: slick and pliant beneath her

sends you dirty audio recordings sometimes, of herself saying all the scummy, kinky things she knows get you going 

“Oh, darling I wanna taste that cunt again,” Saeko growled into her phone, hoping the mic picked up the lewd sound of her fingers at work in the gaps between the words. She was going at it—slipping them in and out, rubbing her puffy clit, whining at the feeling. 

“Fuck, I miss you,” she panted, “Miss havin’ you on my tongue.” She was babbling now—groaning nonsense about all the filthy things she wanted to do to you. “Wanna leave my mark all over you, sweet girl—hickies on your thighs, on those tits—fuck.” 

She whimpered, the image of your perfect breasts swimming behind her eyes. She remembered the last time you’d been intimate together: the dark, red and purple splotches she’d left all over your chest, your neck, your waist. Saeko knew they wouldn’t have faded yet. You were still walking around, marred with the evidence of her. She clenched around her fingers at the thought. “God, wanna…ruin you, babe,” she whined, picking up her pace. “Need everyone to know…you’re mine.”

Kageyama Tobio

ashamed of the act. does it in the shower to feel less gross

since meeting you, kageyama’s far better about communicating his needs: sexual or otherwise. but years of repression are hard to unlearn, and he reverts to his old ways sometimes. his masturbation habits are a prime example of this 

he’s terrified of asking you for too much. it feels wrong to want you as much as he does—as often as he does. he’s convinced you’ll think him perverted if he admits to it

so he settles for fixing his problems himself, under warm water and in clench-jawed silence

bites down on a knuckle to keep his sounds at bay, but…sometimes?

sometimes, he whimpers. 

The water was tepid, but liquid heat was bleeding through Kageyama’s veins. He squeezed his length in one soapy hand, gliding his fingers up and down . His other hand was clasped prettily over his mouth. 

Because he couldn’t let you hear him.

You were right outside the bathroom—stretched out lazily on his bed, reading something on your computer. God, you hadn’t been trying to seduce him, he knew that. But seeing you in those plush little lounge shorts, in that tight, worn t-shirt that hugged your braless tits…oh, fuck. He’d mumbled something about needing to shower and then ran the hell out of there. 

And now: he felt so depraved. Sudsy water streamed down his tense muscles as he worked his cock, rutting his hips into his hand. He shouldn’t want you like this; you were clever and soft and you deserved more than the vulgar way he kept groaning your name. “Baby,” he whined softly, envisioning the gentle curve of your breasts in that godforsaken shirt. He wanted to tear the damn thing off you, grab each tit in his hands, tweak your pert nipples, and bury his face right in between—

“Fuck,” he mewled. Loudly. 

“Tobio?” your voice called from the other room. 

Shit, Kageyama thought. Shit, shit, shit. But it was fine, right? You were locked out of the bathroom. You couldn’t see him like this.  

But then, in horror, Kageyama watched the doorknob turn. His blood ran cold as he realized: he’d forgotten to lock the door. 

thank you so much for reading!

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[educatedsimps]

Hi! Saw your requests were open and I just had to stop by! Could I request a (not exactly angst bc the idea is funny but definitely in character for him) Bokuto x reader where he's ranting to a friend about how he loves to hug the reader and his friend just makes an offhand comment about how he'll probably crush her since he's a pretty big guy and he goes all emo mode about it. He doesn't want to hurt anyone :( Obviously we gotta add some comfort at the end for the silly guy

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bokuto kōtarō  x f!reader

a/n: omg of course!! i haven't had the chance to write for bokuto and yes i agree this is literally perfect for him 🥰

cw: timeskip spoilers, atsumu being stupid, some hurt/comfort, msby crack

"I can’t wait to go home after this. I’m exhausted," Sakusa sighed.

"It’s not useful practice if it’s not exhausting, Omi-Omi. Be glad you’ve got teammates like us," Atsumu drawled, winking at his teammate and earning a disgusted glare from across the table.

"I thought today’s practice was fun! We got to try the new unorthodox version of our quick attack, and we've almost got it!" Hinata chirped next to Atsumu, with bits of his food flying from his mouth.

"I'm fine with it as long as you guys don't overexert yourselves during training," Lisa, Atsumu's girlfriend and the team's physiotherapist, chimed in from Atsumu's other side.

"What are you guys planning to do when you get home?" Meian asked, stuffing a rice ball in his mouth.

"Shower," was Sakusa's immediate answer.

"Probably do a little bit of meditation," Hinata mused.

"Call my brother to ask for more meal prep bentos," Atsumu said. An amused scoff came from his girlfriend.

"What about you, Bokuto?"

Having been focused on his food the whole time, Bokuto nearly choked on his rice when called upon by his captain. With tempura crumbs coating his lips, he smiled widely and announced, "I'm going home to give y/n a big hug!"

"You sure love hugging y/n, Bokuto-san!" Hinata chuckled, popping a salmon nigiri in his mouth.

"Of course I do! I love hugging her! She's so huggable and I just wanna squeeze her so tight all the time and transfer all of my love for her," Bokuto said, with with his fists in the air. "You guys should all hug your girlfriends tight! The tighter you hug her the more she'll know you love her!"

Shooting Lisa a lovesick smile, Atsumu stated, "We all love hugging our girlfriends, but I won't accidentally crush 'er to bits like someone." He nodded towards Bokuto.

Bokuto stilled, staring at Atsumu with confusion.

"Miya..." Meian warned under his breath.

"What? I mean, have ya seen the guy? He's huge! Could prob'ly flatten 'er if he wanted to," Atsumu continued, chortling at the thought. He stopped short as he noticed the glares from Meian and Sakusa. "What? What'd I say?"

By then, Bokuto was already in a completely different headspace. He had a blank expression on his face and a faraway look in his eyes. His shoulders were slightly hunched and his usually spiky hair seemed to droop at the edges.

Sakusa sighed what was probably the heaviest sigh in the history of mankind as Hinata stage-whispered to his teammate, "Atsumu-san, I think you hurt Bokuto's feelings."

Wide eyed, the blonde setter started to defend himself. "WHA-?! no, i- I DIDN'T EVEN-"

Sensing Bokuto's incoming emotinal shut down (or emotional episode, in this case), Lisa quickly tried to divert their attention. "Please, 'Tsumu. You wish you were as strong as Bokuto-san. Your spikes are weak as shit-"

" 'Cause I'm literally a setter!"

"-and not an all-rounder, which is why Kageyama-kun is ranked first in the country and you're second."

"BABE-"

"Maybe I shouldn't hug her anymore. I don't wanna hurt her. What if I really crush her one day? Then she'll really be flattened like a piece of bread. I don't wanna hurt her. So this means I can't hug her anymore. But I like hugging her. But does she even like my hugs?" Came Bokuto's voice. His brows were now furrowed and his face was etched with worry.

"Of course she does, Bokuto-san! I'm sure she loves your hugs, and you love her too much to ever hurt her, right?" Hinata and Lisa attempted to cheer up the saddened spiker.

Finishing the last of his food, Sakusa stood up, muttering, "I'm exhausted, I can't deal with this right now. My partner's here to pick me up anyway," As he walked past the other side of the table, he spoke to Atsumu in a low voice. "Only a jerk like you would say something like that to Bokuto, of all people."

"SHUT UP, OMI.”

"I’m home…"

Your ears perked up at the sound of Bokuto’s voice and you immediately noticed his dejected tone. Closing your laptop, you got up from your desk and bounced over to the front door to greet him.

Sticking your head round the corner, you saw him place his stuff down by the counter before staring into space. His face was blank and devoid of emotion but his eyes were filled with inexplicable sadness. Seeing him like this tugged on your heartstrings and you knew he was going through one of his emotional episodes. You just didn’t know why.

"Hey, Kō! How was your day?" Slowly walking towards him, you reached out your arms to give him a hug but stopped short when he cried out.

"NO, DON’T HUG ME. I’LL CRUSH YOU."

You froze with your arms mid-air before you dropped them back to your side. He had one hand held out to stop you from coming closer and his face was tucked into his other arm. You could hear quiet sniffles coming from him and your heart broke seeing how upset he was.

"But you already have a crush on me, baby. And I have a crush on you too! I thought we’ve already established that?" You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

It didn’t work. It was like he didn’t even hear you, so you decided to give him some space (like Akaashi had advised). You guided him to sit on the couch while you went about the house finishing up your chores. After several minutes, he seemed to feel a little better and you decided to talk to him (also like Akaashi had advised).

Sitting by his side on the couch, you reached out and held his hands in your own. His eyes were downcast and he was avoiding your gaze as if his life depended on it.

"Kō? What's wrong?"

"Nothin'."

"Look at me, baby. Please? I wanna see your cute face," you cooed. He pouted for a while more (which was adorable, by the way) before he finally caved.

"Tsum-Tsum said I'll crush you if I hug you too tight 'cause I'm so much bigger and stronger than you. And I don't wanna crush you, I promise! It just made me sacred to think I might not know my own strength and end up hurting you in the process. That's why I'm scared of accidentally hurting you when I’m excited and I know that if I did, you wouldn't say anything which is why I don't wanna accidentally hurt you with my hugs in the first place-" He swallowed the rest of his words as you pressed your lips to his.

"Kō, I love your hugs. They're the warmest hugs anyone has ever given me. Don't tell my mom, but sometimes your hugs are even better than hers," You giggled softly. A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at you. "And it's not a bad thing that you're so strong. It makes your arms really nice to hug! I promise you'll never be able to crush me. I'm stronger than you think, you know?"

"Really? You really like my hugs?" He asked, hope in his eyes.

"Really. A hundred per cent. A thousand per cent. I wouldn't like it any other way, Kō," You reassured him, kissing him sweetly once more. Within seconds, his entire mood had shifted and he was now beaming.

"Okay! I can hug you now!" He cheered. Before you could process anything, you were held in your favourite set of arms and wrapped up in the warmest hug on earth. You hugged him back tightly and felt his soft lips press against the crown of your head. Snuggling into his warmth, you felt so lucky to have him.

"Oh my god, anyone who says your hugs aren't perfect are clearly stupid," You sighed happily.

"Tsum-Tsum is pretty stupid sometimes," Kotaro hummed.

You pulled away, gasping in faux shock. "Really?"

"Pfft, yeah. Even Lisa says so!" He guffawed.

Before you could reply, your phone buzzed with an incoming message.

Lisa: “hey girl! hope everything’s ok with bokuto. my boyfriend’s kinda stupid sometimes so he doesn’t think before he says stuff. hope bokuto’s not feeling too down!”

Y/n: “it’s all good! managed to cheer him up pretty quickly today, haha”

Lisa: “that’s good to hear. you’re the only one who can cheer him up like that, y/n! anyway, rest well, you two. see ya next week!”

Reacting to her message with a heart, you put your phone down and turned back to your boyfriend.

"So, you gonna hug me or not?"

a/n: UM I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY??? pls lmk what u think 😭

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[kawamarii]

trussed

⋆ ࣪. kotaro bokuto x reader

-16 and ageless blogs dni

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

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

word count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[dira333]

kenma!!! for your plot bunny game hehe

You're being a lil meanie for requesting him *pouty face* I don't know what this is. He deserves so much better than I'm being able to write.

🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.🐈.

It's impossible.

You cannot sit next to Kenma without wanting to touch him.

But also cannot touch him, because that would be weird, wouldn't it?

The back of the cab feels tiny and enormous at the same time.

Kenma's thigh is pressed against yours and his elbow digs into your arm everytime he moves, which is often, because he keeps playing a game on his phone to pass the time.

If Kuroo on your right is saying something, you don't hear it. You're too busy thinking about the fact that Kenma is touching you and you are touching Kenma and that his hair is really pretty in the flickering light of the streetlamps and how it would feel like if you touched it and-

Someone shoves his hand unceremoniously between the two of you and opens your seatbelt. You flinch and look up, face Kuroo's knowing, teasing grin. Oh no.

-

The only free seat left is next to Kenma. Of course.

You're not sure how you're going to survive a whole movie pressed against him, because you will be, because Bokuto always takes up more space than necessary, usually ending up with his head in your lap and his feet crossed over Akaashi's.

Maybe that will give you something to do, to distract yourself and you're right. It's a little bit easier to deal with Kenma being so close yet so far away when you're playing absentmindedly with Bokuto's hair. And it gives you the added bonus of him falling asleep, offering you half a movie without his incessant commentary.

Not that that matters, because close to the end Kenma's head sinks to the side, pressing heavily against your shoulder blade. You stop breathing for a whole minute, all your blood flooding to the scene of the crime. Maybe, if you'll never move again, you could stay like this?

-

You like the timbre of his voice, the honesty of his comments, the fact that his eyes never seem to miss a thing.

He's generous and helpful, never once complaining when everyone uses his house to crash or celebrate in.

If you dared to think about it, maybe you'd dare to tell him how you feel.

"What are you even scared of?" Kuroo asks over lunch one day, slipping out of his role as your supervisor like it's just another one of his suits.

"Being myself," you answer because the past has taught you to be wary.

-

"Are you okay?"

Kenma's face is pale, his eyes are moving left and right at a speed that's dizzying, even to you.

The mall is packed and the air is thick with perfume from a nearby vendor. For a moment you're not sure if he's going to faint or run off and before you can stop yourself, your hand takes his.

His skin is cold and slick with sweat, but his fingertips dig into your hand, squeezing so tight it should probably hurt.

You pull him in, acting on instinct and addiction more than anything else, needing him to be closer, closer, closer. And safe.

His face settles in the crook of your neck, your free hand rubbing over his back.

"Wanna get out?" You ask. He nods, his chin knocking into your chest.

His hand doesn't leave yours. When you urge him into the passenger seat he pulls you in with him until you're both crammed into the small space, you on his lap, his face pressed into your side.

You sit like that for a while, not speaking.

In all honesty, you're impressed you're acting this normal about it, when all you've been dreaming about lately is to slip into his skin, to be closer to him than humanly possible.

Eventually though, Kenma's breath evens out.

You drag a hand through his hair, guilt sitting heavy in your stomach. Should you really touch him like this when he just went through something like that?

"Hungry?" You ask. "I have a fruit snack in my purse."

He nods slowly, though he doesn't move otherwise.

"Sorry I just touched you like that," you mutter.

"I like it," he says, voice a little muffled.

The realization hits you a little sooner than him and you gasp, only to feel him dig his hands into your sides.

"Kuroo said you've got a crush on me too," he rushes to add, not yet showing his face, "if that's a lie, just say so and we'll forget this ever happened, okay?"

"It's not a lie."

-

Kenma's sitting in your lap. He's heavy and warm and his head is snuggled right against your collarbone in a way that must be torture for his back but neither of you is complaining.

"You're so gross!" Kuroo points out from the other side of the Couch. "Some people are single around here."

"Hey," Bokuto exclaims loudly, "I said not to make fun of it."

You ignore both of them, your left hand creeping up Kenma's back under his hoodie. He snorts lightly, shivering against the touch. He's ticklish.

Maybe, if you were alone together, you'd put your whole head under the hoodie, slip into it and share it with him.

But that can wait until later.

[fsuna]

MODERN LOVE SONGS

⊹ ⋆˚ 𓏲 – minors dni. fem!reader. heavy smut. cucking. cheating. slight voyeurism. daddy kink. unprotected sex. oral (m & f). pussy talking. fingers in a-hole. consensual recording. not proofread. just random song lyrics + hq boys <3 masterlist. tokyo rev version otw.

wakatoshi. bokuto. osamu. atsumu. sakusa. suna. kenma. kuroo.

WAKATOSHI

"never thought i'd leave my kids until i left them in her mouth,"

toshis above you trailing breathless curses as he watches you suck him off threw his lashes- jaw painfully aching as you blow his big dick while he keeps a hand on the back of your head, fingertips coiling within your loose hair. a pinkish hue blushes across his cheeks while your mouth slowly invites his whole length in your throat, the button of your nose nuzzling against his pubs.

your eyes are watery from the countless times his swollen tip had poked at the back of your mouth, spit escaping out from the corners of your lips to run down to his balls. a laugh so sinful that can make you cum untouched from beneath your panties exits from toshi once he notices your signature glittery lip gloss smeared all over the base of his cock and your pigmented mascara plastered past your under eyes.

“such a doll, suckin’ my dick so motherfuckin’ good- missed getting your faced fucked, didn’t you?”

his cock begins to twitch against the walls of your tight throat, panting and swearing nonstop till he’s cumming all up in your mouth, warm semen brimming over to both your lips and chin giving him the best fucking sight he has ever seen.

BOKUTO

"yeah i heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft,"

raw dogs pussy from the back like it's the first time he's in one since the day he came out of one every. fucking. time. bo has your kneecaps dug deep in his king sized mattress- the tainted sounds of skin smacking plug your ears as he keeps a strong hand latched on your hip, rocking your lower back and forward against his pungent thrust. he's a tease too, you know- placing his two thumbs over your asshole to maul the nub just so he can feel your wet pussy clench and throb, his fat heavy balls slapping off your ass.

he’s the biggest you’ve ever taken. gosh his dicks so fucking huge, it’s like he gets even bigger every time you see him, but it makes you so wet. so wet you don’t even need to use any form of lubricant for him to stuff you up.

and now he's fucked you so damn stupid that the strength to talk has vanished for you- firm hands setting painful slaps on your naked ass before squeezing it sorely, making sure you'll be able to feel the flaming sensation his gigantic palms left on your bum for the next few days whenever you try to sit. you love it though- in love with how he stretches you out, making you feel so fucking full.

“yeah, you love that, don’t ya, pretty baby? ‘bouta fill this pussy up cause daddy knows that’s what ya want,”

SAKUSA

"you can call her phone and i'll probably answer,”

to him, the timing of this phone call couldn't have been more perfect- knowing you're so so close by the way your velvety walls pulsate against his hard cock on repeat.

“pick it up, baby. your man's callin' you. don't wanna ignore him now do we?”

a real meanie. takes it upon himself to answer your boyfriends phone call, picking up your phone before pressing the speaker button so you talk to the poor guy while he continues to fuck the literal living breathing shit right out of you. right on top of the shared bed with your boyfriend.

god he wants to laugh so freaking badly- pulling out of your messy hole dangerously slow only to pound back inside you with no word other then a sinning grin while he gives your tits a paining smack loud enough for your boyfriend to catch it crystal clear.

"we'll then, pretty? go head and tell him how kiyoomi fuckin' sakusas made you his bitch and you're about to cum all over his big cock, or i'm tellin' him myself."

couple seconds later he’s got you creaming all on his length as your boyfriend from the other line hears you have the most phenomenal, toe curling, life changing, spine tingling orgasm you've ever faced.

AKAASHI

“she callin’ me daddy, i’m somebodies father,”

keijis got your wimpy legs draped over his shoulders, his sweat lined forehead kissing your own as he watches your pretty face expressions shift while your pussy hustles to lure in every inch of his big dick in.

but now he's just as fucked out as you are- hips rutting against yours with more desperation each time- moans becoming more winded once he’s sure he's close to filing you up to the brim. he’s fucked you so good your brains turned into mush, little yelps slipping from your parted lips as you feel every last ragged vein located on his dick draw against your delicate walls.

“fuck- love your cock so much, daddy! don’t want you to stop!

your holding onto his biceps, the tips of your acrylics jagged in his bare flesh as he reaches all of your sensitive points till your poor ol’ cunt milks him dry, womb filling up with his cum before he’s fucking another one in you right after.

“and i fucking love this cunt, angel. want you to be a good girl and take daddys cock one more round for me,”

SUNA

"she came for me twice, i didn't even nut for her once, you know i'm a pleaser,”

the perfect mixture of sweetheart and asshole during sex. when he finds the need, he’ll be a fucking sadist. but he knows how to please you the right way.

rintarōs number one concern is for you to cum. and if he can make it happen more then once before he’s shooting his own load in either one of your holes, then he will.

he looses it once he feels your dripping cunt squeeze him in, hips bucking up and rocking in you harder and harder. just after two orgasms you were awfully cum drunk, eyes crossing ‘n rolling back while he’s got your tits bouncing back and forth as your almost exploding-grip on his varsity team t-shirt tightens.

sunas dragging dreamy moans and whimpers from you as he sinks in his cock deep in your tummy. he cant tear his gaze off the way your puffy folds are sprawled around his dick, sticky body stiffening once his stomach coils from the familiar feeling of his orgasm edging him.

but he doesn’t wanna give in just yet. especially since he’s sure you’re not far yourself from reaching your high once more.

“shit- ‘got the tightest little pussy. think you can cum for me jus’ one more time, angel? c’mon, know you got it in ya, wanna see you cream on me again,”

KUROO

"we gon' make a movie like ray jay and kim kardash,"

bouncing in his strong lap, kuroos iphone’s blocking half of his face as he focuses on recording his pretty girl getting herself off on his cock- filming how desperate you are for his cum while he words the dirtiest things known to man behind that phone of his.

gives your tits a couple smacks before he’s toying with your nipples, wet cunt pulsating around his length once you feel his cold fingertips on your skin. it felt like your pussy was being slip into half- your little hole always striving to compromise to his monstrous size no matter how many times it’s been fucked by his cock.

“soo pretty- my girl wanted to ride me on camera tonight. ‘missed this cute cunt, baby. all fucking mine,”

your sore hips are grinding on his dick, teary eyes closed tightly as you feel all those inches he’s packing inside what really felt like your literal gut. he was near to pulling your first orgasm of that night, cocktip piercing your cervix once you seat back down nice and slow on him one last time till your cums caking his throbbing length- phone getting inches close to your messy cunt that was sparkling from your sweet arousal.

“god look at that shit. f-fucking hell- you gonna make me cum, sweetheart, wanna fill you up so badly,”

OSAMU & ATSUMU

"that p get devoured, told my brother she ours,”

the heavy weight of osamus cock stretches your suffering pussy out, spasming walls never failing to make his dick feel blissed out inside your wet cunt. he can't take his eyes away from it either, watching how his mesmerizing pussy takes all of him in in one piece, your finger nails embellishing his firm back with pigmented scratches.

"look at you, taking ‘samu like a fuckin' champ. wet ass pussy leakin' all over the place. been that desperate for a cock up in you, huh?"

his hips grind up into your cunt, brushing over your cervix as you beg him to keep fucking you harder and harder- to which your wish becomes granted, skin slapping being the only thing heard as he coils your insides till you're completely slurring your words.

the blonde twins got his fingers invading your drooling mouth, chocking your small throat roughly with his middle and index, spit dribbling down your chin while the other twins hips thrust upwards uncontrollably- his tip scarping the sore point inside you.

his cocks so deep inside you it almost burns, making you feel so full. osamus emphasizing each and every praise he voices with a savage thrust, his sweaty abdomen tensing up from your pretty cunt pulsating.

your mouth's falling open dramatically once he lines your hole livid white, squealing noises of your sloppy pussy drowning in his ears while he fucks into you as his slit clears out his cum.

"such a needy slut for my cock. goin' all dumb after a quick fuck. now get up 'n let ‘tsumu fuck all this cum back in ya,"

KENMA

"then you'll end up sittin' all over my bottom lip, baby,"

eats you slowly cause he's sooo in love with your pussy. always savoring your aroma with each kiss and lick he plants on your fluttering folds. loves whispering praises sweet as candy knowing it only gets you wetter and wetter. his pink tongue swirls over your clit, slurping up your addictive arousal as you pull at his two toned strands from above, his hungry moans buzzing against your precious folds.

"holy shit you’re so wet, i make you feel good huh, princess? mmm- taste so fucking good, could eat this cute pussy every single day,”

converses directly with your pussy cause duh? she's got lips too yk- watching your glossy slick spill to your weakened thighs whenever he says something absolutely vile as his head stays buried between your two legs.

groans against your pounding sex as his finger travels to your clit, circulating at it to draw you closer to your orgasm- and you know his gamer fingers are fucking peerless. nothing will ever compare to the way he fucks up into your small hole with them, the tips trailing against your walls as his versed thumb rubs at your clit till he's got you pulling a picasso- painting his pretty fucking face with your cum before he gives you the same treatment back in return.

© FSUNA

[bokutosbiceps]

home for the holidays

bokuto koutarou  x gn!reader | fluff | ~1k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: ugh, fuck, i love kou so much y’all. he’s like. idk. so fucking cute i am so ready to write this i am cracking my knuckles 🥺 anyways, i feel like this is so bad—i haven’t written for bo in SO LONGGGG

18+ MDNI

koutarou clings to your back, far too large to actually wrap his arms and legs around you, but he would if he could. 

“y/n…” he whines, resting his head on your shoulder and squeezing your waist tighter in his arms.

“kou, how many times have I told you it won’t be ready for a little while?” you turn around with what little room he’s giving you, placing your hands on either side of his face and squishing his cheeks together. you giggle at his cute little pout, his lips all puckered.

you lean forward and place an exaggerated kiss on his lips, complete with a “mwah!”, making koutarou’s eyes light up. 

“better?” you ask, still holding his face so you can look him in the eyes.

“yeah!” kou nods and takes your wrists in his hands, keeping your hands on his face. “i still wanna eat the gingerbread, though!”

you giggle and gently pry your wrists from his grasp, leaning down to look through the little window to the inside of the oven. the gingerbread is still soft, you can tell, but it looks like it’ll be done in twenty minutes or so. for koutarou, though, that might as well be thirty days. 

“you don’t wanna decorate it? that’s half the fun of making gingerbread!” 

koutarou’s eyes light up once more, seeming to have forgotten the little gingerbread house decorating competition you two were gonna have. whoever’s house was prettier, you’d bring it to the christmas party that kuroo was hosting, and the ugly one would be eaten. it was a win-win situation in both of your eyes.

“ohmigosh, yeah!” koutarou stands up proudly, his arms folded across his chest. you let your gaze trickle down to where his forearm muscles bulged and his biceps popped against the tight, ridiculous, ugly holiday sweater he was wearing. you never pass up the chance to ogle your beefcake of a boyfriend. “sorry, babe, but i’m definitely gonna be the one to bring my masterpiece to kuroo’s! i’m an artistic god!”

“i’m sure you are, kou…” you say, sliding your hands over his arms and smiling up at him mischievously. “so we have about ten or fifteen more minutes left…is there anything you wanna do while we wait?”

koutarou picks up on the suggestive lilt in your voice and a mischievous grin of his own spreads across his lips.

“yeah, let’s make out on the couch.” he says curtly, his lips curling into an even wider grin.

you don’t have to be told twice, so you immediately start making your way toward the couch in the living room. you lay down and look up to see koutarou about to climb on top of you, but then he’s dashing away down the hall, after muttering a quick “wait!”

you hear a rustle down the hall and immediately know what he’s doing. a small breath of a chuckle exits your nose as you watch koutarou reappear and hover over you, dangling something in his hand.

“can’t kiss without mistletoe! ‘tis the season and all that!” koutarou says with a playful grin, continuing to dangle the mistletoe above the two of you while he leans in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull him closer, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss.

at this point, koutarou discards the mistletoe on the ground and grips your hips in his strong, calloused hands. so much for tis the season. his tongue runs along the seam of your closed ones and you open them, allowing him to explore your mouth to his hearts content. you feel your heart hammering in your chest, fully enjoying the way he’s kissing you like he’s a marine returning to land, and fully enjoying the little moans and whines coming from way dep down in his chest.

he brings your hips up and uses his knee to separate your legs so he can sit in between them, jutting his own hips into the apex of your thighs. you gasp as he starts to slowly roll his hips against you, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the way he’s rutting against you and practically shoving his tongue down your throat.

the beeping of the timer separates your lips from koutarou’s, and you rush over to the oven for fear of burning the gingerbread, since it’s so easy to do. you grab your oven mitts and open the oven, sighing and smiling in satisfaction at the nice, even, brown tone of the gingerbread pieces as you pull them out of the heat.

koutarou is once again attached to your backside, his hands on your hips and his head in the crook of your neck. he’s whining again, but for a different reason than before.

“doll, can’t we go lay down for a lil? it’ll feel really nice…” koutarou suggests, knowing full well that the two of you wouldn’t just be laying down. 

“i thought you were excited for the gingerbread, kou?” you giggle, goosebumps rising on your skin as you feel him start to press wet kisses to the back of your neck. 

“i am, but there’s something else i’m more excited for right now…” koutarou accentuates his confession by using his index fingers to stroke the skin over your pubic bone and his thumbs to rub circles into your hips. you can feel something pressing against your back.

you move around the kitchen with koutarou in tow, quickly setting the gingerbread pieces onto cooling racks and placing the frosting and mini candies back into the fridge for safe keeping. once you finish, you turn around in his hold and trace your fingers down the slant of his jaw, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips.

“well, ya know…we do have to let the gingerbread cool for a while before we can decorate it.” you pause to spread your hands against his chest. “how ‘bout we go lay down, then?”

koutarou grins and wastes no time in picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder, his arm tight around the curve of your ass to keep you in place, practically skipping to the bedroom.

taglist: @usoppsstar | @pileofmush

[zu8her]

✧･ﾟGuilty | Kuroo Tetsurou — He just wants her to sit on his face. Is that too much to ask for?

✧･ﾟtags — black!reader, guilty!kuroo, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, study, mention of the reader with stretch marks, finger fucking, oral sex, cum eating, no beta reader

✧･ﾟnotes — just procrastinating. i write tomorrow. did i study? i bit, anyway if you liked thx u. i was hrny.

There she was. So beautiful in her lavender dress. Her knotless braids, gently tucked behind her white bandana. Walking toward him, giving him a small smile. “Hey, baby.” She greets him pulling him into a tight hug. He could feel her soft tits press against him, smell the aloe vera aroma of her hair, inhale the subtle scent of jasmine and the hint of coconut on her skin, feel her soft hands at his nape entangling his raven strands between her fingers and her breath at the crook of his neck as she softly sighs.

He holds her tightly at her waist. Desperately trying to get her closer. To have her engulf him. Squeezing her hips, he attempts to kiss her. His hooded eyes fixate on her glossed two-toned lips. Unfortunately, his indulgence is interrupted by a classmate greeting y/n, causing her to turn her head and flash a smile. Removing her hand from his shoulder she waves.

He continues to gape at her. At her smile and her tits against his stomach. How perfect. She turns back to him. "What?" He shakes his head. "You wanna study together. I have a Calculus Test in a week and there's this equation that's been bugging me." He gives a hazy nod. In turn, she gives him a look of question before dismissing her worry and entwining her hand with his.

Once they reach his apartment, he unlocks the door and she enters. He watches her. Taking the time to stare at her once more. Scanning every part of her he wants to devour. "Ya coming?" "Yeah..."

As he shuts the door, she pivots for his bedroom immediately discarding her floral dress for one of Kuroo's sweaters that never seem to fit her. He loves that they don't fit her. He loves watching as she pulls off her floral dress, gracing him with Her. Her curves. The stretch marks at her hips. Her arse. The beauty mark just above her torso and her eyes, meeting his gaze.

He moves unconformably with the growing bulge trapped in his pants. Violently, forcing down the ache to wrap his fist around it and stroke to his delight, having precum leak out as she watches. He couldn't take it. He wanted her. He'd had this ache for the past few days. This uncontrollable ache to have her. To fuck her. Empty himself inside her. Taste her. Have her cum permanently linger in his mouth...

He tried to get rid of it. This overwhelming urge to bend her down and have her enjoy repeated backshots. He tried going for a jog. Burying his head in his books. Staying later than usual, practicing with Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima. A cold shower. Even jerking off to pictures of her but nothing worked.

He is hesitant to ask a simple request of her. If possible, to just sit on his face. But it's finals and he knows how much it means to her to get good grades this semester. She deserves it because works hard. She needed no distractions. He wanted to be that space she could focus, relax and study with.

But he couldn't take it. Y/n, she had been silently seducing Kuroo. Enticing him with the tight pants she wore while at the library outlining her arse. Or the blouse she wore to his match that made him lose focus on occasion. Or how her shorts would hick up whenever she would reach up to get something at home or at the local grocery store. Or now as she puts on his sweater.

Catching his gaze through the mirror she gives a smile. That fucking smile. That pretty little mouth he wants moaning, gagging around his cock.

She didn't mean to. In fact, she has no idea she was seducing him. Fostering such filthy images of herself in his lustful head. She had noticed her boyfriend's strange behaviour since the morning of the Tuesday match. But she figured, if something was on his mind he'd tell her on his own time. She was tempted to ask what's going on but thought better of it.

He shifts in his chair as he sits at his desk. Glaring at Y/n through the mirror. Her body spread on his bed with her silk headwrap as she revises lectures. What a good student she is. Doesn't she deserve a reward?

She lays exposing her plush thighs and stomach, he wants dripping her cum. He watches as she bites down on her pen in frustration. Twirling her pen around her glossed lips. In a huff, she gets up sliding on his slippers, giving him a tantalising view of her plump ass. When she does, he quickly averts his eyes to the book in front of him as she exits his room.

Sighing, he looks down at his growing erection, rubbing it through his pants. Panting and throwing his head back doing so. He snaps his head forward once he hears her return. She reappears with two plates of sandwiches. Placing one on his desk before she slides back on his bed. "Thank you," he whispers. She nods chomping away at her sandwich.

He looks down at the cum seeping through. He continues to admire her through the mirror as she chews and fixates on the math equation in front of her. His eyes dart from her chest down to her stomach and thighs. Those plush thighs he wouldn't mind- actually, wants to get suffocated with. Finally, he had enough. He stands up and walks over to her. She looks up at him with her doe brown eyes. So innocently. Fuck.

"Baby." He calls.

"Mmhm?"

"Could you take a break?"

"And do what?"

She physically stops herself from staring at his throbbing cock but fails. "It'll just be a minute, okay? Then I'll help you with the equation after."

“You promise?”

“Of course, baby.”

He almost felt guilty, fucking her. Having his tongue between her folds. Violently sucking at her throbbing clit. Pulling at her third orgasm, after he lied. "I know. I just need you on my face, okay baby? Cum for me. I just need to taste you- come here.” He coos as she sits on his face. His mouth drenched in her juices as he lays blissfully cum-drunk. Licking her cunt clean. Him with his bruising grip around her shaking thighs, too weak to hold herself up, gloriously suffocating him. Utter bliss as she blesses him with yet another orgasm.

“Baby, please-” she whines, hissing as she painfully grinds on his tongue looking to stop but continuing to cum on his face.

He almost felt guilty watching her as she bounced on his cock. Leaning in to trail kisses down her neck and shoulders. Rocking his hips forward as she chased her own orgasm. "There you go, baby." He held firmly at her waist thrusting into her as cums, watching as her eyes roll back. Loving the way she clenches around his cock as she cums.

He almost felt guilty corrupting his A-student. Wiping away the drool as he fucks her, ass up. "Look how pretty you look, baby." He lifts her head to look up at the mirror, at her fucked-out face. Gripping firmly at her waist fucking her from the back as she tries to get away. "Kuroo-" "No come back here. I- fuck... just need you..." He grins fucking her faster, groaning as she squirts. He tenderly rubs her side as she shakes, slowly rocking his hips forward.

He almost felt guilty rubbing her swollen clit and sucking on her tits as he slowly thrusts into her. Making her a babbling mess around his cock. Wickedly, looking down at her as he edges her by sliding his cock in and out her cum stained cunt and grinding his cock between her leaking folds. Tapping his cock on her pussy as she cums. “You want my cock, baby? There you go.”

He almost felt guilty leaving hicekies all over her body as he fucks his fingers into her. Watching her spasm as he searches knuckle deep for yet another one of her delicious orgasms. Kissing her arm as she grips tightly onto his bicep gasping and whimpering. "Just cum for me, baby." Licking her cum off his fingers as she moans under him.

He almost felt guilty as she sucked his cock. With her fucked out eyes looking up at him. Watching as she innocently rubs his shaft like his little cock-drunk slut she is, licking his tip making him grip her hair and buck his hips. Her moans as she gags around his cock. He didn't give a flying fuck as he came on her tits and moaned as she eat it off her, showing him what a good girl she is, not wasting a drop of it.

He almost felt guilty, corrupting her, but he enjoys hearing her quiet whimpers as he presses against his bulge at her stomach, watching her cum and tasting her, more.

But he did feel guilty for taking her away from her studies. So, he had to make it up to her of course. Making her squirm on his cock as she tried to solve her equation. She leaned back into his chest fucking herself on his cock. Catching her, he holds her hips down. "No baby, no moving. Not until you solve the equation."

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

Let Me See You

Rated E | MNDI 🔞 | click the link for more like this

Multi fandom | no name male character

“That’s right, good girl. Take what you want,” he groans behind you.

His large hand rubbing your ass cheek as you scoot back on your knees, sliding your feet under his thighs. Your tight little asshole and soft pussy lips stare at him as he cranes his neck up off the pillows to see you lining your hole to his long, hard dick.

“Is that what you want?” He asks. Slapping his meat on your exposed sensitive areas. Rubbing the tip of his cock between your cheeks as he lathers himself in your slick, teasing your protruding clit.

“Ah, yes,” your moans echo through the quiet room.

Grabbing his dick between your thighs, you guide him to your hot, wet cunt. Slowly bouncing your hips as your tease yourself on the tip of his cock.

He watches as your sweet little pussy puckers around him, gaping at him as you fuck yourself with his dick.

“That’s it,” he groans. Your teasing of his cockhead making him curl his toes as the pressure in him builds.

Finally, you slide down his length, taking it all in as you quiver around him. His long fingers rubbing your taint as you grind down on him.

“Let me see you,” he demands, slapping your ass.

Looking back at him over your shoulder as he thrusts into you, he watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” He slaps your ass again. The sting of his big hand has you gasping and wanting more. “Oh you like that?” He smirks, slapping your other cheek.

Leaning forward again, you reach between your legs, pumping his long cock with your hand as you tease his tip around your clit. Sending waves of pleasure through your body, you feel yourself twitch above him.

You’re so close, you can feel your pussy pulsing around his fat cock as he pulls your ass back and forth onto him, helping you fuck him. Moaning and whimpering you ask him to smack you again.

“You’re such a good girl, though,” he coos, rubbing where his hand left a pink mark on your skin. “Come on, good girl, I wanna see you cum on my cock.”

His words and his dick pressing into the gummy spot inside of you that makes you see stars, sends you over the edge.

You’re shaking, twitching as you clench around his cock. Your thighs quivering as he thrusts up into you, his own orgasm ripping through him as you both cum together.

“Fuck, yes, baby girl, you’re so good,” he says, strained, as he pumps his load into you. “Lemme see it drip, baby,” he begs, lifting your ass off his dick as he watches your pussy push out his sticky white cum.

Letting it drip down your lips and over your sensitive clit, you twitch at the feel of it running down your thigh.

“God, you’re so fucking good, baby,” he grunts through his teeth, pumping his cock in his hand as he watches you squeeze more out. “Stay right there, just like that. Let me see you.”

Daichi, kuroo, Tsukishima, Ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, Bokuto

Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna, Toshi

Bakugo, Kirishima, All Might, Endeavor, Dabi

[empathyschaoticlife]

first post of Kinktober!! uhh there are a lotta pet names, not proofread, sorry abt that :(, breeding kink, fem implied, safe sex NOT practiced (wrap the willy, guys. stay safe), last part rushed, sorry for starving you all for so long and the inconsistency. i wanna generate a schedule, but im hesitant, lemme know what you think, my lovlies (forgive me pls)!! uhhh mndi 18+ Enjoy!! mwah

he held you down by your fatty hips, bouncing your ass on his cock repeatedly, knocking stars into your pretty little head each time. He had you moaning and creaming on his dick, the cock head piercing your womb and filling you up. He then bent you over, angling to hit that spongy part of your velvety walls, ripping wanton moans from your flushed, kiss-bruised lips. "p-please!" your pleas going in one ear and out the other. "hm," he grunted, nearing his climax, "gotta be louder, baby. c-can't hear you when the pussy's this- fuck- this good." he moaned in your ear, nibbling on the cartilage and then standing up, placing your hands on a wall as he began to fuck into your cunt, bullying his cock into your cervix almost painfully. he smirked at the sound of your pleasurable mewls and moans spurred him on further, grabbing your hair and balling it into a fist, forcing your neck back. "g-gonna cum soon, baby... can i cum in you mama, please." he begged, hitting your g-spot once more as a means to convince you. "Y-yes, mhm. You can- fuck, you can cum in me." "good girl." he makes sure to prolong your orgasm cruelly, watching as you plead and whimper for the release burning and coiling in the pit of your stomach with a devilish smirk. once he let you orgasm, he combusted along with you. the sight of your pretty bruised lips exerting a rapturous moan that made him pity for your neighbors. the way your back arched and your eyes crossed before rolling to the back of your head and your tight cunt squeezed his cock, milking him for his load as his balls jerked and spilled lucrative amounts of cum into your womb. With the last of his energy, he pulled out of you, threw you over his shoulder and carried you to the bed, cleaning you off and then tucking you into bed, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead and lips. "sleep, pretty. You deserve it." ______________________________________________________________

Gojo, Toji, Sukana, Nanami, Dazai, Kakashi, Itachi, Neji, Gaara, Levi (AOT), Eren, S4 Armin, Kaneki, Lawliet, Sebastian (Black Butler), Yato (Noragamo), Ban, Dabi, Shigaraki, One For All, daddy Mr. Compress, Shinso, Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto, Asahi, Kageyama, Genos, Isagi, bachira, Kunigami, Barou & any of your other favs <33

[lou-struck]

Just Be Loud

Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader

Prompt: Being Loud

~This prompt is a part of my Comfort Milestone Event which you can find on my Welcome page

Serious… Everything is too damn serious. All day long you have had to deal with people fretting about minor inconveniences.

You really want to help people, but when they treat you like you are their own personal sounding board. You end up absorbing more than your fair share of negative emotions.

Sometimes it doesn’t feel fair, people will just give you everything that ails them and walk away as if nothing has happened. 

It’s like you are an air mattress that is way too full to be comfortable. You just need a way to let out all the unnecessary air.

This is your train of thought as you open the door to your apartment. The familiar space makes you feel a bit better, but you wish that your boyfriend, Kōtarō Bokuto was home. He always knows how to make you smile. But he is on an away trip with the MSBY Black Jackals and won't be home for a few more days.

It’s a long shot, but you just wanna see his face. Taking out your phone you decide to video call him hoping that magically his strong arms will reach through the phone screen and hold you until everything is okay again.

You stare at your own reflection blankly as you hear the hollow ringing of the dial tone.

Maybe this isn’t the best idea

He probably can’t talk right now

Just as you bring your finger to the end call button. You see his face appear on the screen. His face breaks out into the biggest smile and you have to squint so you aren’t blinded by his cheerfulness.

“Baby!” He exclaims loudly “ I’m so happy you called me. We just got done going over game footage.”

“Hey Bo,” you say already feeling the effects of his smile. “ I miss you.”

“ I miss you so much,” he says the camera shakes as he walks you through the hallway of the hotel “ I wish you could’ve come with me this time.“

“Me too,” you say imagining how happy you would be falling asleep in his arms in the comfort of a luxury hotel room.

“Okay, we are… Back in my hotel room.” He says shutting the door behind him. The smile on his face falls and he peers at you through the screen.

“ is there something on my face? “You laugh. But the sound sounds hollow and unnatural, nothing like Kotaro’s easy laugh.

“You look upset baby.” He frowns. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Is it that obvious?” you mumble turning your head away from the screen.

“I haven't told you this yet, but I have,” he looks around and lets out an exaggerated whisper “superpowers.”

“Oh really?” you sniffle 

“Well, no.”He looks around bashfully, “I just can tell you aren't feeling 100%”

He’s hundreds of miles away and he can tell, the concern makes your heart feel tight and your eyes turn glassy. “I guess, I’m not okay,” you confess.

“I’m all ears baby,” he says you see him dip down onto his hotel’s sofa to talk. You know in this moment you have his full attention.

“I just am feeling too much right now.” You start. “ I don’t like feeling other people's emotions because they don’t want to.“

As you talk, he nods along getting input when you need it. When you finish his eyes are just as glassy as yours.

“ I wish I was home right now. “He pouts “I’d be able to give you the biggest squeeze.”

“ I wish that too.” You say.

“But for now, I have an idea,” he says chipperly. “Wanna give it a try?”

“Sure,” you shrug “What is it?”

“You gotta be loud!” he declares confidently, that always helps me when I am feelin down.

“Loud?” you repeat “Like yelling.”

“Exactly,” he says smacking his hand down on the couch cushion animatedly. “Yell, I want to hear you from my hotel.”

“Kou, that’s impossible,” you sigh shaking your head.

“Come on, just try it,” he says.

“Okay,” you say clearing your throat. 

“I’m ready,” he says 

“Ahhhh,” you scream half-heartedly.

“Okay,” your boyfriend says from over the phone, “try that again but scream, you got to be loud.”

“Kou…”

“Just do it!” He encourages, “I’ll do it with you.”

“Okay, you nod, “on three.”

Three…

Two…

One…

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” The two of you scream in synch. 

As soon as the sound leaves your throat, your chest begins to feel lighter. You scream and tell your voice feels hoarse.

By the time you stop to catch your breath, both of you are panting.

“How…was…that.” You say between breaths 

“ I think… I think I heard you from here.” He pants looking at you with flushed cheeks. “ did it work?“

“I think so,” you hum trying to find any reminder of sadness left inside of you. “Yeah, I feel good.”

“That’s awesome!” he cheers springing to his feet.

The phone in his hotel room starts to ring and the both of you go silent as he answers it.

“Hello?” he says confusedly.

“Mr. Bokuto, please keep the volume down, you are disturbing the other guests.” the voice on the line says.

“Oh sorry,” he whispers over the line shooting an embarrassed look over at you on the screen, “We’ll keep it down.”

“We?” the line says as Bokuto hangs up the phone.

Unable to contain it any longer, the two of you burst out laughing. The weight on your chest has long since dissipated.

[tetzoro]

MY DARLING AIMSIES !!! :3 i know you’re on a hiatus, but i thought i should let my ask marinate in your askbox until whenever you’re back teehee <333

PLZ yesyesYES he for sure would play those rigged games ALL DAY LONG to get u what u wanted !! HELP that’s so silly that you don’t usually make funny faces at the camera !! i don’t know how people pose… i usually scream my head off the ENTIRE time… whoopsies !! >.< that’s so sweet of kuroo to indulge in your amusement park fascination !!

PLZ HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME SOBBING ?!?! THE BOKUTO SCENARIO WAHHHH me and my tinky T^T me with the lil napkin… plz he’s definitely so messy when he eats & it may or may not be canon i fear… https://pin.it/3Z3IXYqWz … sigh </333 BUT PLZZZZ HIM FREEZING OH MY GOODNESS !!! with the stars in his eyes and all, ohhhh i can just imagine it <333 IM GETTIN ALL GIDDY !!! i’d hope he’d want to kiss me teehee, i definitely wanna give him a BIG OL SMOOOOOCH !!!!!

ALSO PLZZZZ YESYESYES U ARE TOO SWEET AIMS !! me and tinky bo love you sososo much, it makes me so happy to hear that WAHHH !! you’re right, the world needs to know about me and TINKYYY !!!

WAHH yes i see that you’ve been busy lately sobs, you’re on full hiatus by now but i’m hoping it’s all going supa dupa well for you !! everyone deserves a well needed break, and everyone including me is here to support you through everything precious aimsies !! you’ve put MANY smiles on my face and i just hope you’re smiling even when you’re not on tumblr, because you deserve to be <333 you’re an amazing person and you wholeheartedly deserve all of the love !! ILYILYILY !!! i hope you’re okay aimsies !! im supporting you to the fullest & i’ll wait very patiently for your return <3

YIPEEEE KUROMY TIME !! MY FAVORITE !! oh paLEEEZZ you are both so adorable T^T with the little cat doodles HELLOOOO ??? i bet they were adorable lil doodles teehee >.< can kuroo draw :0 ?? and him asking you to be his girlfriend on tha same night ??? ID ABSOLUTELY MELT INTO A PUDDLEEEE !!!! </333 i’d imagine he likes to write sweet lil messages with a dry erase marker on your mirror sometimes, for you to wake up to and feel all blushy !! does he?? I GOTTA KNOW !!

OO OO OOO im riddlin’ my fingers right now, me and kou timeee !! let’s see, when kou is on his off season, we definitely do travel some !! but we are more “no place like home” kind of people, so we usually like to plan things in our area !! get togethers with friends, movie nights, stargazing, carnivals, the beach, all that fun stuffsss !! but when we do travel, it’s usually a surprise to me !! i wont know about it until he’s telling me to pack my bags ( it’s a wondrous mystery how he manages to keep his mouth quiet about it for that long… usually he spills the beans teehee :>) but he loves loves LOVES beachy areas. pretty clear water, swimmin’, yummy foods and all that !! but i will say, he does get a bit ancy to touch a volleyball again so i do the best i can, we have a mini volleyball net in our backyard so sometimes we have lil volleyball bbq’s with his friends !! cool summer nights are always lovely with him <333 life usually looks like a lot of luvin and a WHOLE lotta dates !!

kuromy question for yousss as always !! : when you get sad or have off days, how does kuroo comfort you ?

I LOVE YOU MORE AIMSIES !! i am wishing you SOSOSO many well wishes, and sending you an endless amount of smoochies and hugs <333 I HOPE YOU’RE DOING BETTER MY LOVE !!! ❤️

- :3 (& tinky bo says hello!!)

MY MOST BELOVED :3 !!!! oh how i’ve read this ask a million times . i cherish you so much, im floored at your kindness and i wanna squeeze ya so so tight <3 thank you for leaving this message and waiting patiently for me to come back 🥹🫶

IM GIGGLING !!! i used to always scream on the coasters too (still do) but im crazy and will laugh too idk .. its just so exhilarating + i laugh at literally anything so idk >_< i can imagine tetsu laughing next to me too and we just sound insane and tbh !! i wouldn’t have it any other way !

YOU AND UR TINKY !!! i get emotional thinking about you guys like my heart squeezes at the nickname you have for him !! THE PIN THO HES SO CUTE LMFAO this man def wants to kiss you omg are u kidding !!! he’s head over heels !! obsessed !!

me when i take you and ur tinky and grab tetsu and we all go double date <3 we’d have such a ball !!!! KUROO AND I LOVE BOTH OF U SO. MUCH.

the hiatus was much needed :3 i hadn’t properly taken a tumblr break in … a really long time lol and i was letting silly stuff get to me !! but now im back and refreshed and ready for action :3 the fact i make you smile blows my mind bc you’re the one always making me smile fr !! GOSH UR SO SWEET THIS MESSAGE FR MAKES ME TEAR UP LOL

tetsu + his cat doodles :3 i have a teeny whiteboard in my office and he always fills it up with something i swear ! i think kuroo could draw well if he took the time to devote himself to it , but he’s excellent at little doodles :3 !! BUT HE DEF WRITES ME LIL MESSAGES ON THE BATHROOM MIRROR ! slips little notes into my purse, lots of stuff ! i cherish words of affirmation and tetsu always knows when i need it most :3

YOU AND BO ARE SO CUTE DURING OFF SEASON (and all the time) but omg … i can just see him having the biggest smile on his face during this time. he gets you all to himself and doesn’t have to travel (without you) and WAH !! happy bo !! the fact he surprises you with little trips is so sweet (and he always brainstorms with kuroo hehe)

eeep !! so kuroo can read me like a dang book. he knows when i’m feelin off and how to approach it. it’s difficult for me to openly admit my feelings sometimes , if im sad or upset i will try my best to brush it off & push it off until it goes away but >_< sometimes it lingers !! and kuroo is incredibly patient with me . once i give into whatever emotion, i seek him out for a hug and he just holds me for a loooong long time until im ready to talk about what’s bothering me . after that, he doesn’t leave my side and dotes on me, spoiling me with sm love and care that i forget about what upset me in the first place !!! he’s my rock :(

TIME FOR YOU AND TINKYS QUESTION ! what kinds of things does bokuto do that make you feel so so loved? i must know !!

I LOVE YOU SM :3 !!!! you’re the biggest sweetheart and this message brought me so much joy — you bring me so much joy !! i’m so happy we met and i get to talk to you in our lil corner of the internet . i hope life has been treating you kindly and i hope you know that i am always cheering you on and rooting for you !!! MWAAAHH !!!

[vs-redemption]

*Knocks the door softly* Baby owlet? Are you there? * He carefully enters in and just look at you. His big golden eyes that usually look happy now seem to be incredibly sad and worry upon seeing you* Did you had a rough day, babe...? Come here.... Come here....* He goes to you and hugs you tightly, his big beefy arms hugging you with all the love and care in the world, as he gives soothing caresses up and down your back* I'm here baby Owlet.... It's okay... It's really gonna be okay.... I'll help you... Okay? * He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead* * He smiles at you widely as he strokes your cheeks softly*

Bokuto K

(Sorry babe! He heard you were feeling a bit upset and sad and insisted on checking on you! Couldn't stop it! So now he is with you I hope everything seems a bit lesa awful! Love you!😊)

*my eyes flick towards the door when it opens and it’s a relief to see Bokuto standing there* Hey Bo *my voice is muffled since I’m buried under my blankets but I nod my head at his question. It had been a rough, stressful week and today it was like everything had reached a breaking point* Will you stay with me for a while? *I curl up against him as soon as he climbs in under the covers next to me and bury my face in his chest. I let out a sigh as he wraps his arms around me and close my eyes at the soothing way he rubbed my back and reassured me with his words* Thank you Bo, I really needed this. You’re the best and I love you so much.

(Thank you so much mod! You have no idea how much I needed this. ❤️💖 I’ve been so stressed lately and Bokuto hugs are just what the doctor ordered. It’s nice to escape from reality with him for a little while. I love and appreciate you so much for doing this. Im sending you hugs and good vibes as a thank you! Really you are an Angel)

[kentolove]

Tsukishima Kei, made to love you, made to sing for you

He needs to get home.

He’s out with his friends tonight, but all he can think about is you. You, sitting on your bed, begrudgingly studying for the test you have tomorrow.

He wishes you were here. Standing with him at the front row of the concert, giving him that big smile of yours. The smile that reflects stars in your eyes, looking at him as if he holds the world in his hands.

He misses you. Misses the way you would be with him tonight, hugging his arm tight and gushing about all the things the artist does right. He loves it when you ramble—when you lose composure and go on and on about what you love.

He misses you. He misses your voice.

[tsukishima]: hello

[you]: Tsukishima kei you are out with your friends rn

[you]: Why on earth are you texting me!!!

[tsukishima]: because I miss you

[you]: I’m starting to think you might have separation anxiety babe -_-

[tsukishima]: don’t be a brat

[tsukishima]: call me?

[you]: It’s too crowded!! and Loud!! You won’t hear me :(

[tsukishima]: i’ll move to the bathrooms

[tsukishima]: wanna hear your voice

[you]: Okay you big baby

His wide smile captures the attention of those around him, more specifically, Bokuto.

“Tsukki!” His voice is loud and rings through his ears, somehow more booming than the sound of the bass guitar. “Whatcha smiling at?”

He moves over besides his friend, arm around his shoulder, face peering down at the screen. He gets a small view of the messages, smiling outwardly at the conversation.

“Who gets to call our Tsukki a ‘big baby’?”

He’s laughing, all wide and bright, and Tsukishima can’t find it in himself to be annoyed. He loves Bokuto (as much as he’d like to deny it), and seeing him so ecstatic somehow puts him in a good mood.

“My girl does.”

“Your girl?!” His voice is somehow amplified, capturing the attention of his nearby friends.

“You got a girl?” And upon hearing the teasing voice of Kuroo, Tsukishima knows he’s fucked.

“Yeah, and she’s none of your fucking business.”

And as if on cue, his phone lights up. Front and center is your caller ID, with a photo of you lovingly kissing his cheek as the background image.

“I gotta go. Don’t follow me or I’ll kill you.”

Tsukishima’s eyes are squinted in a threatening manner, but his friends pay no mind. They follow him till the bathrooms, squeezing themselves into the small bathroom stall when Tsukishima tries to pry them away.

Stuck in the bathroom stall with his far too big friends, your boyfriend hesitantly answers your call.

“Kei! What took you so—oh?”

“You asshole!” Kuroo smacks him in the back of his head, “you didn’t tell us your girl was so pretty!”

“Hi!” Bokuto greets, proud as ever, ignoring the antics of his friends. “I’m Bokuto.”

You smile as he does, his smile as contagious as ever.

“And I’m [Name].”

“Her smile’s so cute!” It’s Tsukishima’s turn to smack Kuroo, rolling his eyes at his older friend.

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend, you dick.”

“You never told me you had such nice friends?” Your voice is incriminating, making Tsukishima sink into himself.

“Your boyfriend is the real dick here.”

The words are from Kuroo lips, but Tsukishima can’t find it in himself to retaliate when your smile is so wide. A beautiful grin—a crooked smile, teeth on full display and your eyes squinted. You’re beautiful, he thinks, much more beautiful than you think you are.

-

When Tsukishima makes it home, it’s past midnight.

He expects to find you deep in slumber, but instead you’re on the couch, eyes locked on the flashing TV screen.

“Why are you up?”

“Kei!” You practically fly towards him, arms locked around his shoulders in a hug that crushes his bones. “How was the concert?”

“It was good. You would’ve liked it.”

His arms find a home on your waist, lifting you off the ground in a teasing manner. You squeak and he chuckles; a light, airy laugh. (It’s your favourite sound.)

“Sing a song for me?” You ask when he places you down. A soft smile on your face, a hand on his shoulder, how could he deny?

He rolls his eyes regardless, “I can’t sing.”

“Please?” A pout on your lips and Tsukishima folds.

He guides you to your shared bedroom, his voice beginning a soft hum. The lyrics follow soon after, voice cracks found in the traces of his deep voice. His voice is far from perfect. It’s a bit flat, he forgets the lyrics, but he tries.

For you, he would touch the sun and swim in the deepest seas. For you, he would sacrifice his dignity and sing every love song made. To see that shine in your eyes, Tsukishima would do anything.

When you look at him like that, he feels untouchable.