#Kuroo HQ

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❤️🖤

[gayaest]

His symptoms of his Lyme Disease are life-long, as they didn’t find the tick bite fast at all, and it raged on for a long while.

[missmeinyourbones]

CARVE YOUR NAME INTO MY BEDPOST

cw: AFAB!reader, fingering and oral sex, reader referred to as ‘brave girl’ once, first time hookup vibes when you are nervous and excited and curious and blushing WOOOO, kuroo is service dom king core, slight religious themes if you squint

Kuroo has wanted you for as long as he can remember, since before he even knew what wanting felt like. 

You’d met back in your high school days, and between your quick wits and his know-it-all persona, the dynamic was magnetic. It was always so natural with you, even with his heart beating a mile a minute and his palms sweating against the denim of his jeans. 

The two of you were always a special kind of exception for one another. Friends, always, but with something more buzzing beneath the surface. The constant craving for something out of reach, something thought to be intangible. 

He’s felt it since the very moment he laid eyes on you, but he’d told himself you didn’t—and with that, he left his pride heavy, but intact, in his throat. 

Which is why he can’t believe he’s actually here—with you splayed out across his bed like an angel of temptation in the garden of Eden. Your skin is softer than he ever imagined, your tiny whines more angelic than any prayer he could've hummed in church. 

Your lips are plump and raw from his ruthless assault on them, and he admires the way they curve and whimper around his name. 

He stares at the wet patch dolloped on your panties in awe. Experimental, as if you’re unreal in his palms, he lets his pointed finger gently apply pressure to the soaked spot. When you buck your hips eagerly and mewl at the mere brush of his finger, he grins from ear to ear.

“You always this sensitive?” Kuroo whispers, more so thinking out loud in wonder than meaning to humiliate you. 

The heat from your core rises up to your chest in embarrassment.

“No,” you whimper, hiding your face from his own in the softness his pillow. It smells just like him.  

He hums to himself, before repeating the action with a bit more conviction. Less unsure but still erring on the side of caution, Kuroo presses his finger to your bud. In no hurry at all and wanting to savor the moment, he begins to rub a firm, teasing circle to your clit. 

He wants to drown in the way you gasp against the subtle movement—how you curl your toes against his sheets and wiggle your hips in time with his slow touches. So reactive, he gawks. 

“No one’s taken care of you in a while, huh?”

Again, Kuroo’s words aren't meant to humiliate you. He’s curious, always has been—especially when it comes to you. He can tell from the urgency of your hips and the desperation in your moans that you need this just as much as he does. 

Stubborn as always, you take a deep breath before you shakily respond, “I—I can take care of myself.”

Kuroo laughs at your determination, his brave girl.

He knows you can take care of yourself—in fact, he’d be a bold-faced liar if he said he hadn't imagined it before. Your measly fingers buried in your cunt as deep as they can go. You whining and thrashing to meet their pathetic thrusts. But it’s just not enough. You can’t bend and weave the way he can, can’t reach the spots his fingers do with ease. 

“I know you can,” he coos at your resilience, before removing your panties with a slow drag, “but you deserve to relax, too.”

You shiver at the sudden cold air on your wet heat and Kuroo is salivating at this point. You’re completely spread out for him, in his room atop his bed, waiting for him to touch you—to make you feel good. 

And he plans on it, he has something to prove. 

You feel his hot breath at your center as he places tender kisses around where you want him most. His tongue is hot on your thighs, his lips inching closer and closer to your dripping center. You’re positive he can see you clenching around absolutely nothing.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he practically whimpers once his tongue flickers against your clit. A tiny taste of what he’s waited years to have. 

“How many times I’ve thought about this,” he indulges himself with a hefty lick to your sweet spot.  

Your hands cover your face from the intimacy of the moment. You groan as you tighten your thighs around his head in a flustered embarrassment.

“Stop talking,” he hears you bashfully whine. 

Instantly, his large hands are cupping your thighs, spreading them back open and holding them in place for his access. 

“Hey, relax.”

His stern words contrastingly feel like honey as he reattaches his mouth to your pussy. He allows his slick tongue to prod slightly at the opening of your cunt, once, twice, three times, before returning his attention to your puffy bundle of nerves. He swells in pride at your whimpers and cries, before realizing that he wants them louder.

“So tense all the time,” he hums against your cunt, brushing a slender finger between your dripping folds. “Let me take care of you.” 

Your back arches at the sudden intrusion. His finger just barely dips into your warmth, as if he’s testing the waters—and with the way your hips are bucking against the palm of his hand, he’s soothed to know that you’re enjoying this. 

He forces your hips down with his free hand, all without stopping his gentle assault on your clit and teasing actions to your fluttering hole.

“Don’t want a single thought in that pretty little head of yours,” he encourages your moans, swallowing you whole as his finger fully dips inside of you. Your head falls back in a heavenly moan, and you feel Kuroo smile between your legs.

His finger begins moving at a steady pace, and you eventually grant him permission to slip a second one in when you whimper out a pathetic, “More.” 

As Kuroo’s smooth actions persist over time, you feel the coil in you burning closer and closer to its end. 

The only noises in the room are ones of primal need, crude and devilish. Your hiccups and begs of his name on your tongue. His own silky moans purring against your core. The sloshing sound of his fingers massaging your folds with intent, and the spit from his tongue and your slick as he laps you dry. 

Sensing your peak close on his tongue, he presses a palm to your lower stomach, pinning you down and limiting your ability to run from his touch. He watches you thrash and shake beneath his continuous assault on your cunt, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. 

“Just feel me, yeah?” he encourages you, removing his mouth from between your legs and allowing himself the privilege of looking up at you. Your head thrown back, hair sweaty and sticking to your forehead. Your chest heaves with every moan that bubbles from your throat and your skin begs for him to kiss it. 

With a few final thrusts and prods against your spongey spot, you cum around Kuroo’s two fingers. Hard. Harder than you could ever make yourself cum—than anyone could, you know to be true.

But, you don't tell your best friend that. 

Kuroos talks you through your high, allowing his fingers to slow but continue riding your orgasm to its peak sensitivity.

“There it is,” he coos, admiring your weak attempts to claw at his wrist and stop your body from shaking.

When you finally begin to relax and the overstimulation becomes too much to bare, Kuroo removes himself from between your legs. He brings his lips to your own, and you taste yourself on his mouth. Though you're in a haze and borderline delirious, it's hot and heavy and feels a lot like love between teeth and tongue. 

He readjusts himself so he’s by your side, allowing you to collapse on his shoulder and sleepily attempt to catch your breath. At the sudden realization of where you are and what just happened, you barely lift your head to look up at Kuroo. 

Your eyes find his dopey ones boring back at you, awestruck and borderline heart-shaped, before your sight travels down to his length throbbing at his crotch.

“You’re—” you weakly go to point out his hardness before he giddily interrupts you. 

“On cloud nine? Yeah,” he finishes your sentence with pride. 

“I can...” you move again to sit up, wincing at the soreness in your core in an attempt to reach for his cock to stroke. But Kuroo catches your wrist gently in his hand, before ushering your head back onto his shoulder. 

“You’re exhausted,” he reminds you in a soft tone, voice devoid of any hardship or pressure. His fingers dance along your hairline, smoothing over your skin as he places a few delicate kisses to the crown of your head. 

“And if I’ve waited this long to do that,” he breathily jokes into your hair, “then I can wait a little bit longer for my turn.”

[playmiya]

chapter eight: i just get so passionate about feminism previous ⎯ masterlist ⎯ next

You're peering over the edge of a railing on the roof of your rendezvous point, watching people mill about like specs of colour when you hear the familiar whoosh of wind that signals the arrival of Tokyo's arachnid saviour.

"Spider-Man," you speak, and he shoots you a timid wave. "Vigilante."

This time, you study him even more intensely than before, trying to gauge his height and cross-check with the Reddit post. You struggle to find any identifying markers, since his suit's practically stretched taut against his body, red and blue appearing glossy in the moonlight.

He'd always been cautious, even at your last two meetings when you'd been brainstorming ways to flush out the serial arsonist that had recently hit another shopping complex in Ginza. Constantly standing a couple of feet away from you, speaking in a thick dialect that sounded like a cross between Tokyo and another district you couldn't quite put your finger on. If it weren't for your doomscrolling through forums piecing together a digital footprint, and the lifesaver of a Reddit post, you'd be hitting your head against a wall right now.

Instead, you play nice.

"Did the police manage to salvage the footage?", you ask, leaning on the edge of the cool metal bars as he surveys you from a distance, scanning the perimeter not very subtly.

"They're tryin' to. I know we agreed to me handling the cops, but d'ya think you could run by the Ginza scene around 10 in the morning to get the footage? I got this unmissable appointment around then."

Unmissable appointment. That could be anything: a birthday party, a doctor's visit, or a training session.

You cringe inwardly at a run-in with the police, again, and that too during your Behavioural Econ class. Still, Spider-Man sounds sincere enough, and you suppose he's been doing most of the public lifting in this op anyways, so a quick visit to the crime scene should be the least you can do.

You sigh, relenting. "Fine."

You can hear the relief in his tone. "Thanks. I owe ya."

"I'll hold you to it," you grumble under your breath, and then, remembering a hunch that'd hit you like a brainwave while studying all three crime scenes in Shinjuku, Ginza and Minato, you add:

"Can we get a list of all the shops that'd been hit in these three places? I think it's time we begin making a suspect list."

"Sure," Spider-Man replies, shrugging. "I can get that info off the net and I'll bring it to ya. Same time tomorrow?", he asks, and you nod, unsatisfied and frustrated with how little personal information you've been able to extract from this meeting.

"Cool. See ya," he declares, flicking his wrist in the direction of the building behind you and whooshing past the railing in one swift motion. You watch him, swinging across the skyline of shiny glass and lights, until he becomes a tiny blob of blue and red, heading towards the curved roof Ariake Arena.

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[tarithenurse]

Best friend

Fandom: Haikyuu Pairing/starring: Kuroo Tetsuro x fem!reader Word count: 1366 Content: Pining, soft Kuroo, some grossness (blame CAH), shyness, making out, best friends to lovers, implied smut. A/N: This is inspired by a black card from Cards Against Humanity. It came shock last in the recent poll but I just *had* to write this and I hope you’ll like it anyways. Unbetaed.

Best friends

... Reader ...

You’ve known him since forever. A childhood friendship that has been allowed to blossom because you went to the same schools. Only in college were you forced further apart but Kuroo Tetsuro and you managed to keep in touch, relishing the moments you met up.

You can do anything together: sports, homework, chats (serious or not), silences, games...everything. You know him inside out and that’s why it probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you when you realized you were falling for him. Slowly but surely, your adoration for your friend has deepened, turning into longing for something more.

Something you are sure you’ll never get because Tetsuro is your friend. Your best friend.

“Oya...it’s your turn,” Tetsuro breaks through to you.

The two of you are hanging out at his place. It’s late on a Saturday night and out of boredom, you’ve pulled out Cards Against Humanity, taking turns to read out black cards for the both of you to come up with the most depraved answers. No white cards involved. It’s not needed because with just the two of you there’s no point in making it a proper game.

Picking a new card, you glance over the text in an effort to distract yourself from what you’d really been thinking about: Tetsuro.

“What don’t you want to find in your Kung Pao chicken?” you read.

“A toe,” he answers promptly, making you instantly visualize it much to your regret.

You shudder. “Eeeew!” Then you have to think for a moment, wanting to out-gross the guy. “A...tooth?”

He looks at you with disbelief before snatching the card. “I win.”

“It’s not a competition!”

“Is now after that answer ‘cause I need to teach you some things,” he grins and your insides go all warm and mushy at how pretty he is with that cocky expression.

Pulling a new card, he wriggles closer to the coffee table, resting the elbows on it and staring you deep in your eyes. “I get by with a little help from...blank.”

You know he’s hinting at something dirty. Kuroo has no problem talking about sex-related things and most of what you know you’ve learned from him chatting away. Actually, you have no personal experience on the matter apart from what you secretly do when you’re all alone. Thankfully that’s never come up.

Tampering down the heat in your cheeks, the word ‘friends’ pop out before you can think clearly again. Sure, it might be a perfect quote from the song, but it’s not as deranged as the game calls for.

“Classic,” he smiles before clearing his throat, “the female orgasm.”

Again, you have to tamper something down but this time it’s harder because you’ve just gotten a clear image of Tetsuro naked and flush against you, his fingers dancing under your panties and oh my could you use some of that.

“What? No applause?” he pouts but still takes the card.

It’s your turn to pick one and as you read it to yourself first, you swear the universe is out to get you. “How did...how did I lose my virginity?”

“Ooooh, nice one!” Kuroo savours the question before glancing to you. “You start.”

“But I picked the card!”

He shrugs. “So? Go on.”

Come on, something crazy or realistically kinky. But you’re coming up blank. “Uhm...with my first love...”

Tetsuro freezes mid movement as he’s about to take a sip of his drink. Slowly, he turns to look at you before setting the glass down. Reaching out, he takes the black card from you, studying it as if he doesn’t believe what it says and then places it too on the table.

“Serious question,” he leans back on the couch, “that answer...you’ve never had sex, have you?”

“Oh come on! Just because we’re best friends doesn’t mean I have to tell you everything I do!” You don’t know why it’s such a big deal, really. Not for you and especially not for him.

He seems to have come to the same conclusion. Shrugging, he smiles softly at you and your nerves change characteristics. Why did you have to fall for this guy? Couldn’t you just have gone out and found someone else when you first realized? But it’s too late now: you’re in love with your best friend and you can’t imagine losing your virginity to anyone else than him. It’s just never going to happen.

“Well, I’ll have to answer differently than originally planned...’with the wrong person’,” Kuroo sighs.

The answer surprises you. You’d think he’d say something kinky but this sounds so profound and full of regret.

“What do you mean?”

“The right answer is yours...I just didn’t take that risk.”

The silence is awkward for once until you decide to admit he’s right. “Well...me neither.”

“[Y/N]...have you had a first love? Or have?” You nod, feeling the heat spread from your face to your chest. “Someone I know?” You nod again, unable to hold his gaze any longer.

Your answer hangs heavily in the air and when he gets up, you half expect him to leave the room but instead he comes over to kneel next to you, lifting your face towards him with a finger under your chin. The touch sends goosebumps speeding along your limbs and a tiny sigh escapes you.

“Can I kiss you?” Tetsuro whispers, amber eyes searching your face for any sign that you want him to stop...or to continue.

It’s a small nod but he sees it. Face breaking into a bright smile, he leans in and plants his lips on yours ever so gently.

At first.

Then his hand slides along your jaw and cups your head so he can deepen the kiss. He tastes of the pop he’s been drinking. Tastes the way he smells too which is your favourite scent (as long as he doesn’t douse himself in cologne or whatever...you like him au naturel). Your hands reach for his shirt to tug him closer or maybe make sure that he’s really there and it’s not just one of your dreams. But you feel him. And it’s better than you could have imagined.

As the kiss extends, Kuroo presses himself closer to you, leaning in over the armrest. You can hear him breathe heavily through his nose and you try to do the same but still you turn dizzy and have to break away.

“Oya oya,” he almost whimpers, “I’ve dreamed of this for a long time...”

It’s hard to believe until you meet his gaze. You know him and his tells...and he’s speaking the truth.

Pulling him back for more, Tetsuro manages to skirt around the armrest. Standing between your legs, a knee resting on the seat between your thighs and his whole body curled in around you, his kisses drive you backwards into the soft cushions and he has to support himself against the back of the chair. Soon his mouth begins to wander, seeking out the tender spots beneath your ear and on your throat. Hands roam, exploring new places after soft sounds of request and permission have been exchanged.

Something ignites within you. You’ve tried it before when your own hands are at work and your mind is filled with images of your friend. This time, however, it’s much stronger.

“More,” you whimper into his hair.

He has his head buried in your cleavage but it snaps up to regard you with a burning intensity. “You sure?”

You nod.

“Say it...say what you want, please,” he is frozen in place.

You wriggle against his still hands but he refuses to budge. ���I want...more...you.” You can see he understands but he still holds back, willing you to say it out loud. “I want to sleep with you. Please?”

Finally, he moves. Scooping you up in his arms, he carries you to the bedroom and lays you down gently on the bed. “Anything you want, babe.”

“I trust you.”

“I love you,” he answers, breaking open the floodgates that have held back all the emotions for so long.

“I love you too.”

His smile is dazzling but you only get to enjoy it for a moment before he busies himself again.

[willowtreebee]

Started playing Project Sekai recently and lemme just say

HEAVY on Nene and Kenma

[sapphicshav]

── 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 | kuroo tetsurō

genre . . . fluff

note . . . ignore my terrible grammar and punctuation — this is from my old blog.

"get ready, i'm downstairs waiting for you". the unexpected text message was enough to make you jump out of your seat, grab your keys and head for the door. you were too excited to change out your clothes which was a pair of baggy sweatpants and your partner's hoodie that he left for you. for the longest time you’ve been waiting to see your boyfriend, kuroo again. with the amount of away games he’s played, you two have spent little to no time together.

seeing him stand before you made you tear up slightly. his slender figure leaning against his car, arms cross against his chest with a small smirk on his lips. he squats down slightly with his arms out ready for you to hug him. without words you jump into his arms, he rest his head in the crook of your neck and whispers against your skin, "i missed you so much baby". you pull apart for a moment and he stares at your lips. "but i missed your lips the most" he playfully teases and winks at you to which he receive a soft punch to his arm as you giggled shyly.

you both get into his car, put on you seatbelt but you notice he doesn’t do the same so you ask him “kuroo, where are we going? and to your surprise he replies “nowhere”. you slowly take of your seatbelt and stare at him in complete confusion while a smile appeared his face. “why cant just stay in the car and enjoy each other’s company” he leans in closer to your face to kiss you but stops just before “that way i get you all to myself”. you weren’t opposed to the idea. sat in the comfortable silence, muffled blaring of the music in the car. for the rest of the night, the car was filled with laughter and joy. he was so caught up in the moment, staring deep into your pretty eyes as you continuously waffle about how much you’ve missed him.

he tries to avoid any and all distractions, such as his phone, to give consistent interest when spending quality time together. you are his eternal happiness and he’s never been more happier to see you.

thank you for reading, rbs are appreciated ♡︎

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[umhiimv]

hi flower friends!!

i like to think that kuroo doesn’t have perpetual bed head but he just likes the look of bed head so he styles his hair like that every day, horrendously mind you, so he can go out looking like a fresh pile of trash.

i also like to think that on days he’s not wearing eyeliner, semi likes to put red makeup on under his eyes and right below his nose to make himself look sick, whether he is or not. he’s just a boy, ok?

[probablysimpledreams]

🎶summertime, and the livin’s easy🎶

AAAAA thank you so much to the wonderful moussedoodles for this piece of me and Kuroo😋💗💗💗

[anime-freek]

[hanavbara]

retro haikyuu!! 🧡🏐✨

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ match my freak !!

ᝰ.ᐟ the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)

featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA

your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.

you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines — scratches — running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning 🤍" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...

well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.

"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.

he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.

when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.

tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA

haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)

he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.

atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.

"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.

in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.

"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"

he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.

"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."

your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.

౨ৎ TETSUROU KUROO

the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you — the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."

you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal — this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.

"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.

but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.

"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.

with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.

"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.

he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."

you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.

and he's going to give it to you.

౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?

he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"mmph — 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.

even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.

he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.

"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."

౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA

everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?

he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.

"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.

"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.

"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.

"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"

tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?

as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.

౨ৎ RINTAROU SUNA

your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. suna—

suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.

you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable 🤍

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.

because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love — and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.

your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.

your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.

"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.

[hoao]

this new illustration is…… uni student kuroo dropping by to check on nekoma 3rd year student kenma and karasuno’s 2nd years…….. haikyuu you will always be my everything

[star6olt]

redraw of the scene

[stunie]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

HAIKYUU + THIGH RIDING ᯓ⭑ ft. bokuto koutarou, daichi sawamura, kuroo tetsurou, miya atsumu, sakusa kiyoomi, & ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

contains : explicit smut (18+), thigh riding / dry humping, phone call (keep quiet n ride!), risky sex / very mild: cw exhibitionism, squirting, teasing, praise, kissing <3, hair pulling (you to them), orgasm denial, usage of pet names — 2.9K WC

note : yayya my first haikyuu post on here ! this is my response to this thirst here ૮꒰˶˃ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა hope u all have fun reading this <3

KUROO TETSUROU.

“Whoa whoa,” Kuroo coos through a breathy chuckle, big hand wrapping around your hip to hold you still against his thigh. “Easy now, pretty thing. Let’s pause for a second, okay?”

The sound of your protests and whines almost make him cave right off the bat. “…Tetsu..” you sulk, corners of your lips curling into a sad pout even when he gives you an apologetic smile before he’s jutting his thumb to gesture at his phone, the irritating melody of his ringtone repeating itself as the screen lights up, “Incoming call from: Kenma!” displayed across the top.

“Sorryy,” he huffs. “Can’t. This one’s important.”

He’s giving you a reassuring squeeze around your hip, a silent reminder that he’ll give you everything you need in a few minutes, but you’re not having any of that. Your arms come to stubbornly wrap around his neck before he can pick up the call, sugar sweet voice already making pleas only a second later.

On any other given day, you would have let him take the call with only an irritated huff— just not today. Not with the way you can already feel your orgasm running away from you. “P-please, please Tetsu,” you sob, “I was so close. Can’t wait any longer.. please?”

His eyes are widening a bit at the unfamiliar desperation in your voice, grunt slipping out when his cock reacts to it too, twitching and slapping against his stomach— a reoccurring habit that seems to only occur whenever you give him that needy little look of yours.

“Awww,” he whispers, and you barely catch the strain in his voice. “Well I’m sorry for ruining your moment, angel.”

You’re practically purring as soon as you feel his hand come to lightly cup your jaw, immediately melting into his touch as he smiles in response. “Ah— fine,” Kuroo caves as soon as he sees your hands coming to cutely hold his wrist in place. “Guess i can’t stop you if you need it so bad. But listen here..”

His thumb moves from your jaw, digit pressing into your bottom lip to angle your face at him. The look you’re giving him is just to die for, pouty lips soft against his thumb and you’re peering up at him through those pleady eyes— as if there was even a single chance that Kuroo would ever deny his pretty girl of an orgasm in the first place.

“Nothing crazy. Deal? Kenma hears and..” he presses a little harder into your lip, watching the way your tongue comes to swipe at the invasive finger. “Me and you? Are never hearing the end of it.”

You’re swiftly nodding as soon as the words register, hands coming to rest on the muscles of his shoulders as you resume your movement the next second, gasping at the way your clit catches against his thigh. “Kenma?” You hear him hum, tucking his phone between his cheek and shoulder— quick and casual.

Maybe too casual.

“Mmm,” his eyes flicker back towards you when you take in a sharp inhale. “So it’s about that. You sure you don’t wanna meet up to go over it?”

A loud gasp slips out from you when he abruptly grabs you by your waist, and your hands slam over your mouth, Kuroo tensing beneath you. “…Hm? Yeah, I’m listening.” He chuckles, regaining his composure in an instant as he starts to rock you back and forth against his leg— and fast.

The roughness has your face contorting, nails digging deep into his shoulders as you try and resist the strong hands guiding you back and forth— try and slow him down a bit, delay your oncoming orgasm by even second if anything at all. You hadn’t expected it to come back so fast, and.. you both knew good and well that you weren’t gonna be able to stay quiet.

You give him a look, something resembling your best attempt at a glare, but he’s ignoring it— casually chatting with kenma about something you can’t quite catch. You’re only left to bite your lip, eyebrows deeply furrowed as you desperately fight the knot tightening inside your belly, thighs clamping against his own as he flexes his quad straight into you.

“Oh,” Kuroo says, hand leaving your waist to pick up his phone again, finger hovering over the ‘mute’ button, and your body is falling limp onto his chest, hands balancing yourself on him as you peer up at him through tired eyes and a heavy pant. “Actually..”

“..Looks like I got a bit of a problem to take care of here first.” He smiles. “So give me a minute, yeah?”

MIYA ATSUMU.

“Gonna have to keep that pretty voice of yours down.” Atsumu’s lips brush against the shell of your ear, big hands tight around your hips as he drags you up and down his thigh. “Or ‘Samu’s gonna hear ya.”

Your hips stutter against his leg, drawing a sharp gasp from you- and he curses under his breath. Osamu would be back any second now, and yet he’s got you seated on him, your lounge shorts pulled to the side so he can draw one quick orgasm out of you before the three of you head out for dinner.

Because you— Atsumu’s impatient lil bunny, or so he calls you, just couldn’t wait until after the dinner to get a quick treat.

“‘M trying.” You whisper, voice breathless and whiny, and you tighten your embrace around his middle, burying your face deep into the fabric of his sweater. “Feels ‘s good… so good— need more..”

“I know, I know— later, yeah?” He sounds unsteady from how roughly he’s moving you against him, muscles of his thigh flexing and hardening underneath you. “Gonna give it to ya real good. stuff ya nice and full. How’s that sound, dirty girl?”

You want that.

You know exactly how easy it’d be for him to get you gushing underneath his cock if it weren’t for your insistence on him not cumming. And well.. it kind of made sense to him— considering how your last creampie went. His mind thinks back to how you looked with his cum dribbling down your thighs as you nervously clamped them together, and how no one seemed to noticed the juices dripping into a neat little puddle beneath you.

It’d be so easy— he’s got you all mapped out and knows you like the back of his hand. He could just push those pretty thighs of yours up to your face, hold them nice and still as he pummels the deep spot inside you that has you chanting his name over and over, and your cunt would be gushing right after that.

“‘Tsumu.” You choke out, tightly latching onto him like a koala, “‘M gonna cum..!”

“You are, aren’t ya? I can tell.” He groans, and his thigh bounces up into you, mumbling a curse under his breath when you squeal at the roughness. “Show me that pretty face when you’re lettin’ go.”

A couple more rolls of your hips and you’re gasping and stuttering against him, Atsumu pulling you just right against his thigh as your eyes slam shut, knot inside you violently snapping in an instant as you tremble underneath him, your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” His voice comes out deep and breathy, hands tightening their grip on you. “Ride it all out f’ me, rela- oh s-shit.”

Your eyes widen as soon as the sound of footsteps registers in your mind, and your head swiftly turns back to see that Atsumu’s already pulling your shorts back over your cunt, your juices immediately soaking through the fabric as he holds you flush against his chest, big hand cradling the back of your head.

“‘Tsumu..!” You whisper, but he’s shushing you with gentle strokes along the back of your head.

“What, ‘Samu?” he calls out, his mind putting together a silent prayer that his twin was not about to open the door.

His prayers go unanswered.

“You two ready yet?” Osamu’s asking as soon as he flings open the door, the knob accidentally slipping through his grasp, and your door crashes against your wall with a loud thud a second later.

You faintly hear him mutter an “oops” before his eyes are finally falling on you, brow raising at the sight of you clinging tightly onto atsumu as your chest heaves up and down.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

“What?” you can feel your concentration falter as soon as the sound of Sakusa’s voice reaches you, and you’re immediately wiping at the frustrated tears that have begun to collect along your lashes. “Can’t cum like that?”

You’re quick to shake your head, and he doesn’t miss the slight tremble to your lips. Cute.

Sakusa had his doubts about this idea of yours from the start. He knows how needy you always get— knows that despite that innocent face of yours, your cunt’s anything but. It’s greedy. Something like this was probably not gonna be able to get you to finish, and he knew that.. but a part of him was just curious.

What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see you this frustrated. Your chest is rising up and down with each angry pant, arm coming to rub at your nose from the occasional sniffle after being denied orgasm after orgasm.

And him? he’s never felt such a strong ache before. The dark spot on his shorts are a tell-tale sign that he’s been leaking with pre-cum, and he can practically feel it starting to drip down his cock. Neither of you were doing so well, and if he was being honest, he’s on the verge of flipping you over and putting you in a mating press— but the small voice inside him wants to see you come undone on his thighs. Badly.

He’s just gotta see how you look.

“Need your cock, Omi.” You mumble, rising onto your knees to scoot further up, but he’s stopping you only a second later. “Omi? Why..?”

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

“I do!” You’re protesting immediately after, hands balancing on his shoulders. “Can’t finish without it— ah!”

You yelp when he’s roughly pulling you back down, his quad flexing as soon as your cunt makes contact with his leg. The hands around your hips are tight, and Sakusa’s setting a rhythm only a moment later, keeping the muscles of his legs firm and flexed to better rub against your clit.

“W-wait!” You’re stammering, whining straight into his ear as you frantically latch onto him. He lets you bury your face into the crook of his neck as he works you closer to your high, forcing you into a mind-numbing pace to have you flying right off the edge in a few more seconds.

“You can— don’t fight it.” His voice comes out as a deep grunt, a result of his dragged out attempts at ignoring the borderline painful throb of his cock, and oh- he was so going to take you in a mating press after this. The second you’re finished gushing, he was gonna flip you over and finally rid himself this irritating ache.

“Omi!” You sob, eyes clenching shut as your hips start to stutter, and he can feel you trembling underneath his hands. “Omi.. O-omi— ‘m close!” He only responds by roughly pressing his thigh up against you, thick muscle hitting your clit just right as you choke out a scream, finally gushing all over his thighs.

“See?” He exhales, breath hitching in his throat when your nails dig deep into his back, his hands slowly moving you up and down to ride out your high.

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

“Feeling good, huh? Don’t try to fight it.”

Daichi grunts when you tug at his hair a little harder, face buried deep into his front as you desperately hump his leg. He’s gentle with you, strong hands guiding you up and down his leg, but he’d be lying if he said his patience wasn’t starting to wear thin.

The sweet nothings he’s been whispering into your ear this entire time are starting to sound a lot less like cooing and a lot more like grunting.

He couldn’t help it. He can feel you so so vividly, feel your juices dripping down the sides of his thigh and hear you moaning straight into his chest. You were soaked through and through, and it’s taking everything in him to stay patient and let you have this.

“There you go.” He’s praising you when you grind against him particularly hard, ignoring the way his shorts are feeling painfully tight around his cock. “Just like that— move exactly like that.”

“Daichi,” you whine. “‘M getting so close— feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He exhales deeply, and the way his cock twitches suddenly has him groaning, hands squeezing a bit too hard against your hips as you wince. “Daichi..?”

“Oops, sorry princess.” He’s clenching his jaw, giving you a weak smile as you wrap your arms around him. “That’s my bad. Don’t mind me, okay? Just.. worry about yourself— this is all about you right now.”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

His legs just looked so strong, so perfect to sit on, and you couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem to think too much of it when you first sat a little lower than you usually did, straddling his mid thigh as he flipped through another manga that Tendou had lent him earlier that week.

Just subtle movements up and down his thigh was your original plan, but it didn’t take very long for him to catch on.

“What are you doing?” Ushijima’s voice has you jolting from where you’re seated on his left thigh, his gaze now on you and the way you’re frantically waving your arms around in defense, barely able to stammer out a “N-nothing!”

You just barely catch the way his eyebrow raises in suspicion. It has you moving off him the next second, but he’s tossing aside the manga, big and strong hands easily wrapping around your hips to keep you planted on him.

“Don’t leave yet.” He says, stern and flat, but you catch the hint of curiosity swirling deep in his eyes.

The familiar heat of embarrassment is flooding to your face in an instant, and your head hangs low. “S-sorry, Toshi.” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Your thighs just looked so big, just wanted to… ride them.”

It’s silent.

You work up the courage to snack a glance at him again, now faced with the sight of his head tilted a bit, as if confused by your confession. “B-but!” You continue, mouth already running off on its own. “Forget it, okay? It might be weird— Toshi..?”

It was just one little flex of his quad, one that had the muscle pushing up against your clit, but the way his name rolled off your tongue sounded sinful. You can feel his grip around your hips tightening a bit, and he’s leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

It started off with an accidental brush of his knee against your cunt.

Bokuto had always been eager with his kisses. He had you pinned down on his mattress, body hovering over yours as he moved his lips against your own— and he hadn’t even noticed anything different until he heard you suddenly moan into his mouth. He’s pulling away the next second, eyes wide as he tries gauging your reaction again, bringing his knee back to rub over your cunt. And … just like clockwork, your eyes clench shut and you choke back a gasp.

He swallows thickly.

Only five minutes later and he’s got you seated on his thigh, moving you back and forth with a needy grunt, his free hand squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Don’t look away, ‘kay?”

“You look pretty— pretty like that. I just wanna see.”

The look on his face isn’t much different from yours. His mouth is slightly parted in desperate pants, deep red spreading across his cheeks at the sight of you feeling good on his leg. He’s swallowing deeply before he takes in a sharp inhale right after, already pussy drunk and his dick hasn’t even touched you yet.

The way your face starts to contort when you’re rapidly approaching your high has him just hoping he doesn’t end up finishing untouched. It’s throbbing— absolutely aching with need and as soon as you start sobbing his name, he can feel his patience shatter into thin pieces.

You let out a loud yelp as soon as your back hits the mattress, Bokuto looming over you with a strained look on his face as he rushes to line his tip up with your hole. “S-sorry.” His voice is just above a growl. “I can’t help it after all. It’s okay though, right? Gonna make you feel good.”

[mokikuro]

squeezes them..