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taintedtort · 8 months ago

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hi hi hi, LOVED YOUR HCS N FLUFFS, can we get a haikyuu hc (any characters !! hehe wouldn't mind anyone) where the reader hugs their plushies instead of like cuddling w them, and n they suddenly got jealous n pouty 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 thank you so so so much, happy writing 🫶🏻🎀

" HUG ME! "

summary. you hug your plushie instead of them

characters. kenma, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. hi, tysm!!! hope these characters are fine! (unintentionally did the duos on nekoma and fukurodani oops)

KENMA

☆ he got you the stuffed animal, so it’s partly his fault. however, that doesn’t stop him from glaring daggers at it whenever you weren’t looking. it’s a cat plushie, one that you’d been wanting for a while, so of course he ordered it for you. he surprised you with it this morning, and you haven’t let go of the damn thing.

kenma is currently sat on your bed playing his switch, and usually you’d be cuddling up to him… but no. you have that stupid cat tucked under your chin and pressed to your chest as you lay facing away from him, scrolling on your phone.

you've been practically ignoring your boyfriend all day! too focused on that plushie that he so kindly bought you. he thought you’d give him lots of thanks and praise, but no. ignored.

he knows he’s being pouty, and that you’re just excited to finally have it, but cmon! your arms should be wrapped around him, not a cheap stuffed animal.

he finally cracks and nudges you, which he’s been contemplating doing for a while.

"hm?" you hum, not even turning to face him, too occupied with the video you’re watching on your phone.

he grumbles something under his breath before he’s pulling on your arm, forcing you to turn over and face him.

"cuddle with me," he murmurs, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. it’s not often he initiates cuddling or hugs, so you’re immediately focused on him, a big smile on your face. your attention shift causes you to forget your plushie, leaving it laying on the bed behind you. without a second thought, he sneakily snatches it up and tosses it to the floor without you noticing.

"finally…"

BOKUTO

☆ you two went on a little arcade date, and he’d won you a cute stuffie. it was a small teddy bear, and you fell in love with it when you saw it. bokuto, of course, spent at least $30 trying to get it for you. he’s not the best at claw machines, but he eventually was able to grab it for you.

you practically jumped up and down, snatching up the toy from his hands when he held it out to you. he was rewarded with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and of course a couple words of praise that made his chest swell with pride.

however, as you continued the date, he noticed that instead of holding his arm, you were holding the plushie. you like to be wrapped around his bicep, which he loves, so when he saw the bear clutched to your chest like his arm should be, he started pouting.

"what’s wrong?" you ask, noticing his frown and the way he keeps glancing between you and the teddy. his brows are furrowed, like he’s upset.

"i’ll hold it for you," he suddenly offers, extending a hand and waiting for you to hand it to him. he wasn’t being nice, not really, he just wanted your attention on him.

he watches as you shake your head and protectively hug the bear even tighter, which makes him even more moody.

"you're depriving me! fuck that bear," he practically whines, glaring at it dramatically. you knew he was going to make a scene and be moody for the rest of the date if you didn’t switch your attention.

with a sigh, you hand him the plushie, and he snatches it instantly. he half hazardously dangles it by his side, putting his free arm out to you to hold, which you do.

"you’re so dramatic," you tease, though he doesn’t mind. his mood was instantly lifted when he felt your hands on his bicep.

"i don’t care, this is where you should be."

KUROO

☆ similar to bokuto, you two went to a fair, and he won it for you. it was a huge husky puppy, as big as half your body. you were beyond excited, usually those games are rigged and super hard to win, especially the bigger prizes, but kuroo was determined. he was super proud of himself for making you smile so big, and you praised him while hugging the huge stuffed animal, which made his chest puff out a bit.

as you two continued to walk around the fair, you kept the stuffed animal hugged to your chest, both arms around it. you honestly couldn’t hold it any other way, so he wasn’t really upset about that. he was upset that you kept nuzzling your face into its fuzzy neck. you usually do that when you hug or cuddle with kuroo, so he got a bit pouty about it.

"you like it?" he asks, though he already knew you did. his tone was a bit salty, but you didn’t really catch it, too engrossed with the husky.

"i do! he's really soft," you smile widely, turning to lock eyes with him. he’s happy you’re happy, but he sort of wishes he waited till the end of your date to win you the prize.

"i can tell…" he murmurs, resisting the urge to glare at the poor puppy. he knows it’s not your fault, he's just feeling jealous, which is stupid.

he finally just wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as you walk. this is the best he can get for now, he’d hate to spoil your fun. he can have you all to himself when you get to his house.

"you ready to go?" he asks, secretly trying to leave quicker so he can have you in his arms, like you should be. once you’re cuddled up with him, you’ll forget all about the stuffed husky, which is exactly what he wants.

"i think it’s about time you showed me the same attention you’ve been showing that plushie."

AKAASHI

☆ he isn’t usually a very jealous person, but cmon. how can he not get a little petty when you’ve been cuddled up with that stupid squishmellow all day? he got it for you the other day when he was out, knowing you like those things. it was a medium sized one, and it was supposed to be a turtle. he thinks they look kind of funny, but he will admit they’re soft and squishy. but even so, you should be cuddling with him, not a stuffed animal. he’s here for a reason!

you're on the couch watching a movie, that fucking squishmellow sitting in your lap, with akaashi next to you. he usually isn’t one to get angry, especially over trivial things like this, but when it comes to you, he feels all sorts of things he usually wouldn’t.

he knows you like it, which is why you’ve been carrying it around, and he can’t blame you for that. he really has no reason to be upset, which is why he doesn’t necessarily voice it, just waiting patiently for the moment you come crawling back into his arms.

he does give you a little motivation though, which isn’t technically cheating! but how can anyone resist when the akaashi keji drapes his arm over their shoulder and kisses their temple?!

it worked like a charm, and you're immediately turning your head to claim a kiss on the lips, which he gives to you. it’s not a normal peck though, it’s long and deep, and it leaves you a bit dazed when he pulls away. this is all part of his plan, get you so distracted that you don’t notice when the plushie falls to the ground, out of sight and out of mind.

he brings his other hand up to your jaw, keeping your eyes on his. he never fails to make you blush, even after being together for quite some time.

"i'm feeling tired, do you want to cuddle?" he smiles, putting on an innocent façade. just as expected, you eagerly nod and follow his lead when he lays down on the couch. the turtle falls to the floor, and you don’t even bat an eye. he wins.

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skiiyoomin · 5 months ago

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ღAccidentally sending them nudes 2

ʚContent: suggestive content, gn reader

ʚcharacters included: Akaashi, Bokuto, Kenma, Kuroo

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staarri · 5 months ago

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its you! ( in each minute, second… its always been you )

c. various haikyuu characters

t. fluff, gn!reader & male characters only. wc : ?

the first kiss was quick; almost as if it never happened at all. maybe you were shy—or maybe he was shy. either way, one of you will go home regretting the decision of pulling away too fast. unfortunately, that someone will be him. no matter what you do to try and change it—he will always regret not doing enough for the first date. maybe it’ll stay that way until he gathers enough courage to kiss you the second time. oh, what a dream! he thinks to himself.

🏐 — kageyama, yamaguchi, kenma

surprisingly on the bolder side. he took initiative in almost everything; inviting you to eat here and there, took you to places to take pictures and create fun memories. it felt more like hanging out with a friend with the sense of familiarity and trust you have with each other, even on your first date together. he didn’t try to do much when it came to physical affection (aside from hand holding, if you allowed him to.) but he did attempt to give a small kiss at your doorstep when you were home.

🏐 — hinata, sugawara, nishinoya, bokuto, kuroo, oikawa

the first time he met your parents, he was (well, he seemed) painfully, incredibly non-chalant about everything. he paid for the dinner and gave gifts (including a bouquet for them.) your parents approved of him shortly after, seeing how much he cared about this little meeting being perfect in many ways. he double checked the reservation and had another date as backup incase they weren’t available, he took care of the flowers and made sure to personally hand make the arrangement, and even wrapped the gifts in little boxes with bows on them. it went well, of course it did—but the moment the two of you went back into your shared home, he collapsed on the couch right on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist loosely as he takes a deep breath. as if relieved the moment was over, because little did you know, it was as nerve wracking to him as it was for you.

🏐 — iwaizumi, asahi, daichi, akaashi, tsukishima

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a-kaash-me-outside · 2 years ago

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𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝 — 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚

ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ~ 5787 ᴡᴏʀᴅs ~

✧ nsfw ✧ minors dni!! ✧

size kink, threesome, praise kink, bokuto fucks akaashi yw, afab reader she/her pronouns

a continuation of a packaged deal (x) truthfully i wrote this part just so i could write the next part lmk if u wanna be on a taglist

It took longer than you had maybe hoped for the three of you to get back into this situation. There were a few weeks spent in a weird state of “will they, won’t they” and you were absolutely sick of it. There were plenty of opportunities missed, too much hesitancy and no one bold enough to just ask for what you all so desperately wanted.

It shouldn’t have taken this long to end up in this position again. It shouldn’t have taken a precariously open door that you know Akaashi saw, louder than normal noises at the slightest touches, and a concrete knowledge of Bokuto’s schedule.

It shouldn’t have fallen on your shoulders yet again.

Akaashi knew what you were doing when you meticulously left the door cracked instead of hearing the small click and turning the lock. It’s not like it was a secret, anyway.

He doesn’t question you, not as you crawl onto the bed, gently shut his laptop, and set it on his side table. Not as you press your forehead against his, run your hands up his chest, and gently massage your thumbs into his collarbones. Not as you place small kisses down his jawline and play with the hem of his shirt.

When you pull back, you notice his gaze fixed on the door and pause for a beat, waiting for him to ask why you haven’t shut it or ask you to shut it or just mention that it’s open when he knows what’s going to happen next. He’s working through it; you can see the puzzle pieces clicking together in his mind. His bottom lip nearly drops enough for words to slip out and your heart is beating faster, silent plans falling by the wayside.

And then he kisses you, cups both sides of your face with his soft palms, and crashes his lips into yours. It’s so abrupt that you lose your balance, falling into his chest with a small, shocked laugh. The laughter doesn’t bounce back the way it normally does and you’re acutely aware that every sound you make isn’t just yours and Akaashi’s anymore. Your plans are unfolding exactly as they worked in your mind, and yes, you’ve already done this before, but it is not any less scary than you anticipated it being.

You wonder if Akaashi is thinking about this as much as you are, if he’s purposely biting your neck and running his tongue as far down your chest as your tank top allows it to elicit joyful giggles and sharp inhales or if he’s just focused on making you feel good as if the door were shut.

He sits up to meet you, raises his chest until yours is pressed against his. You’re sitting straight up, seated in his lap with each of your legs bracketing his hips. He doesn’t make you strain, not one bit, meets you as you are, brings his lips to yours, drags them down your neck. He doesn’t make you lift a finger, slowly peels your tank top off and tosses it to the side, places your hands on your thighs as soon as it hits the floor.

The two of you have had sex a number of times without Bokuto since that night. The absence of Bokuto didn’t ruin your sex life; there wasn’t some missing element now. It was just as perfect as it was before. But tonight is different. Tonight there is a connotation that Bokuto will be joining you and every second that there is only one set of hands on your body, the more frustrated you’re getting.

Your whimpers are growing needier and your movements are getting whinier and you have a mind about how loud you’re being and this time it’s on purpose, but it’s not enough. Bokuto wouldn’t just barge in or even knock just at the sound. It wasn’t enough of an invitation.

Akaashi wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly in his lap. His lips against your ear, he speaks very softly at first, so low that he’s certain you’re the only one that could hear it. “Is the bedroom feeling a little empty tonight?” He’s considerate like that, knowing so well what you want, but double-checking just in case he’s the one that misread something. The sentence barely has time to settle before you’re nodding, a small verbal agreement following suit. “Let’s fix that, then, huh?”

He nudges your head to the side, kisses down your shoulders, rolls his hips up into you gently as he starts to tease you. He repeats himself, louder now, no longer just for you. “Is the bedroom feeling a little empty tonight?” Neither of you know for certain where Bokuto is in your shared apartment. You knew his schedule well enough, knew that he would be home somewhere, probably eating a snack in the kitchen or watching tv in the living room. Bokuto rarely spent time in his room save for sleeping and if one of you were hanging out there with him. Still, the uncertainty was enough to make you realize just how much you wanted this.

You nod at the question, just like last time, but if Bokuto were in the living room he couldn’t exactly hear a nod; the motion wasn’t enough this time. Akaashi gave you a look, opened his mouth to reprimand you. If this were any other scenario, you’d let him, would enjoy hearing him use a strong voice rather than his normal sweet one, but right now you weren’t in the mood to wait around for stern commands or explanations.

“Too empty, need him too, Kaashi.” It rolls off your tongue, no hesitation or embarrassment present despite how open that admittance is. Akaashi nips at your collarbone, murmuring against your soft skin, “Who, baby?”

“Bokuto, need Bokuto too,” you respond quickly, loudly. You were loud before, but with the direct call of his name, you’re worried that you’re maybe being a bit too forward. You can feel your body flush, warmth spreading against Akaashi’s cool skin. You reach your hands down, tugging at his shirt. You need to feel more of him.

“Probably going to have to say it a bit louder if you really want him to join us,” Akaashi smirks, resting his fingers over yours and helping you strip his t-shirt off. He’s just as loud as you, perhaps even louder as he says, “If you want Bokuto to come and join us, you’re going to have to speak up.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, press yourself harder into Akaashi’s lap. There’s pressure on your hips, fingertips digging into you as he steadies your movements. “Speak up,” he repeats.

It comes out as a mixture of a pout and a whimper, but it’s definitely louder than before, “Bokuto, want Bokuto.” Akaashi’s smirk grows bigger, eyebrows raised slightly as he shifts his hands to your ass, moving your hips to meet his own motions.

“Just a little louder,” Akaashi breathes, chest rising and falling as he lifts his hips into you again. With his soft pants and your constant whimpering, he almost misses the sound of soft footsteps approaching, almost. “I know you really want Bokuto to join us, so you should be extra loud just in case.”

Akaashi doesn’t know what to focus on, the shadow approaching under the door or the desperation on your face. His gaze keeps shifting back and forth, but you definitely don’t catch it. “Want Bokuto here,” you say, and then louder, “Bokuto.” His name trails off with a small moan.

The door opens slowly, cautiously, as if to make sure that at any moment the motion could be undone without a trace. You don’t notice the slight creak or the light from the hallway pouring into yours and Akaashi’s dimly lit room. The only thing that pulls you out of this whiney state is Bokuto’s voice.

“Did you call my name?” Bokuto asks, and you’re trying to place the tone. It’s purposeful, knowing. If he wasn’t positive he was supposed to be there, he would have shut the door so fast upon coming onto this scene. Still, despite how purposeful his tone, there is a slight quiver that you catch. You can’t see him from where you’re sitting on Akaashi’s lap, can’t see the look on his face as he waits for a response, but Akaashi can.

Akaashi made eye contact with him first. He watched Bokuto open the door, saw the courage building up on his face before the words left him. Bokuto’s eyes follow your shoulders, down your curves, to Akaashi’s hands on you and the rocking motion he’s creating and suddenly Bokuto doesn’t feel like he’s intruding.

“Well, did you?” Bokuto asks once more, no quiver this time, voice getting louder as he steps closer to the bed, though not passing the barrier to your guys’ bed. You slowly turn your head around, eye contact falling in line with Bokuto’s, and you give a small mhm accompanied by a soft nod. And that was enough for him.

You turn your attention back towards Akaashi, but you can feel the weight shift on the bed behind you getting closer and closer until there’s another set of hands on you just like you wanted, larger hands, rougher hands. Bokuto’s chest is pressed against your back and it’s so strong, so sturdy, that you let your weight melt right into him.

So maybe it didn’t fall on your shoulders again. You suppose, actually, that this time is much like last time in the sense that, sure, you may have prompted it, but it took just as much follow through from Bokuto and Akaashi. In fact, you nudged it in the right direction, but they were the ones that did most of the work, just like last time.

It feels effortless all in a single moment as if there were no previous “will they, won’t they”s, as if this is the only way it’s ever been, as if last time had been just seconds prior. Bokuto falls right into place, placing sloppy kisses into your neck as Akaashi moves down to your tits. Both of their hands are all over you, never really stopping, but rather just migrating and feeling all over your body. Your eyes are blissfully closed and at any moment you can tell exactly whose hands are whose.

It doesn’t take long for slender fingers to start playing with the hem of your panties, rolling them between his fingers, bunching them up with his fists. Akaashi speaks up from beneath you, “You’re going to have to get off so I can take these off, you know that?” You nod, slowly swinging your leg over him and sitting yourself on the other side of the bed. Despite Akaashi prompting it, Bokuto is between your legs in seconds, finishing the job.

Bokuto’s hand splays out on your stomach, gently pressing you into the mattress as he pulls your panties off. “How long were you playing with her before you called me in here?” Bokuto asks, hooking his arms under your knees and pulling you closer to him. ��Because she’s fucking soaked.”

“It’s because she’s been planning this all night,” Akaashi comments, moving next to Bokuto, stroking his hand up and down your leg. You feel completely on display in a way that floods you even more. Akaashi continues to move closer to Bokuto, arm around his shoulder, resting his entire body weight on Bokuto as Akaashi hangs off of him.

Bokuto is completely unphased, tilts his head to one side, and steadily spreads you open with his thumbs. “Just as pretty as I remember,” Bokuto breathes and a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of him remembering. He slips his finger between your slit, wetting it slightly before dipping inside of you. Bokuto grunts as you take his thick finger, “Just as tight as I remember, too.”

A whimper escapes you, back arches towards him as you try to take his finger deeper. “Mmm, another, miss being this full,” you plead, head pushing back into the pillow beneath you. Bokuto just listens, doesn’t tease you or ask you to repeat yourself, he adds another finger. You almost regret asking for it, you already feel so full. You have to reach out, wrapping it around his forearm as you try to regain your composure. You try to set your own pace, but now, that… he’s not having any of that.

Bokuto fucks his fingers into you quickly. There’s only two fingers inside of you, but the burn of the stretch is enough to really feel it as his fingertips scrape against your walls, up against your spongy spot. You get a small break when Akaashi pulls off Bokuto’s shirt; you take those few seconds to regain your composure, regulate your breathing. You get another small break when Akaashi pulls Bokuto’s face towards him, smashing his lips into his and curling his fingers against Bokuto’s abs. Bokuto’s movements stutter for only a few seconds before he finds his rhythm again as Akaashi’s hands bracket his face and he can’t get a very good breath with how hard Akaashi is kissing him.

There’s one more stutter in Bokuto’s motions. It’s the only one that you get to witness in its entirety, eyes wide watching the scene unfold of Akaashi boldly fumbling with Bokuto’s waistband and reaching his hand inside of his shorts and stroking Bokuto’s half hard cock. Bokuto doesn’t just stutter in fucking his fingers into you, his breath stills too, hips pressing forward into Akaashi’s hand. There’s a gleam in Bokuto’s eye, a smirk that comes across his face. It’s one look and you realize that maybe you won’t be the focus of the night this time.

Not that you mind one bit.

The second that Akaashi pulls Bokuto’s cock out of his shorts, using both hands to stroke his thick length, you lose it. You’re tightening around Bokuto’s fingers, chest rising as you come around his fingers. They both stop for just a second, taking in the sight of you rolling your hips into Bokuto’s hand. They only stop for a second though, quickly returning to focusing on each other.

Bokuto’s fingers are on auto-pilot now, his head turned completely towards Akaashi’s, other hand resting on Akaashi’s cheek lovingly, gratefully, a perfect replacement for the many thank yous that Bokuto wants to be saying, but can’t because he can’t really catch his breath. Akaashi’s fists are closed around Bokuto’s girth, stroking him fully from the tip to the base, long, fluid motions.

You have a feeling that the things you mentioned for “next time” wouldn’t necessarily happen tonight at this rate. Again, not that you mind. There’s always next next time.

It feels a bit weird to see this side of Akaashi from the outside. You know he can take control, he’s done it many times with you, but seeing it all as an outsider rather than a recipient was different, was good.

Bokuto’s voice breaks the silence. “Think you would look just as pretty as y/n all fucked out on my fingers, Akaashi.” It somehow stuns you more than it stuns Akaashi, or at least, the stun is more noticeable. Akaashi looks almost unphased, the only indication his harsh swallowing and stunted breath. For you, it’s much more audible, a sharp inhale and strangled whimper. It’s much more visible, leaning forward at the mention, eager to move it along.

Bokuto, of course, picks this up immediately, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips as he turns towards you. “Don’t you think so?”

You nod helplessly as if there were any other answer than an overwhelming yes please.

“Kaashi, can I?” Bokuto asks, already pushing his hand up Akaashi’s chest. The second that he agrees, a small nod and an eager expression, Bokuto positions him exactly how he wants him, back flat against the bed, boxers off, legs spread, heels pushed into the bed. Bokuto doesn’t even have to ask you, looks your way, barely opens his mouth and you’re fishing the lube out of your bedside table.

It takes an even shorter amount of time to watch Akaashi unravel before you. The calm, collected, unphased man who was in front of you before completely disappears, vanishes the moment that Bokuto leans down and runs his tongue gently around Akaashi’s rim. The gentleness only lasts a few moments before Bokuto has his large hands spanning across Akaashi’s stomach, holding him in place and lapping at his hole desperately.

Akaashi is reduced to incoherence, only small groans and head nods, fists curling around the sheets and you can’t help but stare. Bokuto hasn’t even begun to finger him and he’s already just as pretty as Bokuto promised he would be.

You know exactly what that tongue feels like, what those fingers feel like. Akaashi is not being dramatic in his reaction. It’s completely warranted, the way Akaashi’s breath is quickening rapidly, the way his back is arching in an attempt for Bokuto to go deeper. Bokuto keeps one of his hands planted on Akaashi’s stomach. With the other, he gently runs the pad of one of his fingers around Akaashi’s rim.

When Bokuto presses his finger past Akaashi’s tight rim, pushing his finger inside up to his first knuckle, Akaashi lets out a moan so guttural, eyes screwed shut as he thrusts his cock up into nothing. “Kaashi, not even halfway in yet, calm down,” Bokuto teases, sliding his long, thick finger slowly inside of Akaashi.

You’re in awe at the sight in front of you. If Bokuto hadn’t guided your hand along, moving his hand from Akaashi’s stomach just long enough to wrap it loosely around his own painfully hard cock, you would’ve probably been stuck there, transfixed on the scene in front of you, squeezing your legs together tightly as your pussy drooled down the inside of your thigh. You listen to the wordless command, trying your best to please Bo with the half-grip you have on his length. He doesn’t look like he seems to mind, too fixated on how well Akaashi’s tight hole is swallowing another one of his fingers.

Bokuto’s hips follow the motions of his fingers, pressing forward whenever he sinks his fingers into Akaashi, bottoming out whenever his fingers are buried completely inside of Akaashi. You can feel the effect that Akaashi is having on Bokuto, watching the way his lips curve into a smile and how quickly his thrusts get rougher, adding another finger, and then one more before Akaashi is even completely ready. Bokuto is throbbing against your palm and it’s been a bit since anyone has said anything, too focused on how perfect Akaashi looks right now, on how he feels right now.

Akaashi must’ve had it in his head for a while, the thought had to have been circulating, cumulating for a bit now, because it leaves his mouth so easily, but so convicted like it’s been on his mind since he first met Bokuto.

“Bo, want you.” It’s sandwiched between huffs and moans, but neither you nor Bo miss it. He doesn’t have to repeat himself or explain any further. Those three words are perfectly clear. Akaashi doesn’t look any bit regretful, eyes quickly darting around Bokuto’s face, reaching down to grip onto Bokuto’s forearm. “Please.”

The only word you have to describe what you’re feeling is butterflies. Your stomach feels light, face feels flush. It’s an intimate moment, but you still feel included. It feels special. “I don’t know, Kaashi, can you take him?” you ask. It’s half teasing, half genuine.

Akaashi only nods, but it’s convincingly desperate. And you’re so busy watching Akaashi squirm that you only get to see the aftermath of the effects of Akaashi’s breathy plea on Bokuto’s face, not nearly as in control as he thought, in awe of Akaashi’s willingness to ask for exactly what he wants, like it’s been on his mind since he first met Akaashi.

The two of them stunned to a much slower pace than you want this to be progressing, you swipe the lube from the mattress, opening the cap and squeezing it onto Bokuto. The coolness brings Bokuto out of this intense moment briefly, drawing back slightly, fingers tightening around where they’ve rooted on Akaashi’s hips. But then you’ve situated yourself a bit better, have a better angle, tighter grip, more confident stroke, and Bokuto’s eyes flutter closed. His fingertips dig into Akaashi’s hip bones harder now, not as a reaction, but to show some ounce of control.

Bokuto’s hips are thrusting in shallow motions, meeting your fists as they slide up his lubricated cock, and his eyes shut tighter, pulling Akaashi towards him just inches. Akaashi’s cock lightly smacks against his own stomach as Bokuto continues the motions, a string of precome from his angry head pooling onto his abs. Akaashi’s breath is picking up as if Bokuto is actually inside of him, and you swear you can see him salivating as he’s looking up at this sight above him.

And you completely get it. You were this much in awe when Bokuto was fucking you, can recall it perfectly, the feeling of fullness that Akaashi isn’t even experiencing yet. But it wasn’t just the fullness, it was the strong arms and the secure grip and how powerful, but gentle and caring Bokuto was, and Akaashi’s throaty whimpers are entirely justified.

You lean your head on Bokuto’s shoulder. “I think he’s ready,” you whisper, trying to hide the selfishness behind the statement, hoping that he doesn’t hear your own anguish in the quiver. You don’t wait for a response from Bokuto, using your grip on his massive cock to position his head at Akaashi’s entrance.

Bokuto doesn’t stop his shallow thrusting, but lessens it. It’s not enough to slip past Akaashi’s tight rim, just barely rests against his hole as Bokuto pushes his hips forward slightly. Akaashi doesn’t know where to put his hands, settles on an eager grip on your wrist and Bokuto’s. “Please,” Akaashi whimpers, knowingly or not, tensing his grip on both of you.

You use one hand to guide Bokuto’s cock and the other to soothe Akaashi, a lovingly subtle touch on his shoulder. “I don’t think you should tease Kaashi anymore, Bo,” you murmur softly, and with a voice that sweet, it’s not like he can deny you.

Bokuto presses his hips forwards slowly and you can see how much it’s already affecting Akaashi. His whines turn to breathy pants as Bokuto continues to push past Akaashi’s tight rim. The head is barely inside and Akaashi’s head is pressing into the pillow harshly. “So big,” Akaashi whines.

“I know, I know, but you’re taking it so good, Kaashi, so fucking good,” you admire, “And it’s going to be so worth it, I promise.”

Akaashi nods along, eyes shut tightly as Bokuto pushes his head inside completely. You’re not sure if Akaashi notices the way that Bokuto’s forearms are shaking, but you do. You notice just how wrecked Bokuto looks, stunned to silence, not making a single noise, focused on slowly coaxing his cock inside of Akaashi. Bokuto stops for only a moment, letting Akaashi adjust to the feeling of his head before pushing his length inside of him inch by inch.

Akaashi’s breaths are more shallow now, squeaking out profanities and soft doubts, “Fuck, I- I don’t know if I can take it. ‘m so full.”

“I know, Kaashi, he’s almost halfway, baby, you can take him. Doesn’t it feel so good to be so full?” you ask, trying to distract him as Bokuto continues to get Akaashi adjusted. You know that Akaashi can’t really focus on how good it feels yet, too overwhelmed by the stretch and the fullness to appreciate the stretch and the fullness. He nods anyway. “You know what to say if you really can’t take it, don’t you?” you ask and he nods again.

The moments drag on and Bokuto is so painfully slow, muttering things under his breath that neither of you catch. Akaashi doesn’t stop speaking, mumbling, small tears falling from the corners of his eyes and your stomach is in knots from how fucking pretty he is. You smooth his hair, run your palm down the side of his cheek, his chest, and wrap your fist loosely around his previously untouched cock.

It’s instinctive, really, the way that Akaashi thrusts up into your hand and, in turn, onto Bokuto’s cock when he returns his position. You can hear Bokuto now, clear as day, but so soft, just as instinctive as Akaashi’s movement, “Fuck, so tight, holy shit.”

This lack of one-way motion, this new sensation changes something for Akaashi, no longer focused on the burn of the stretch, but now on the fullness, the fullness. “Again,” Akaashi begs despite the fact that he’s actually the one that created the first motion. Bokuto listens immediately, pulling out of Akaashi the slightest bit and moving back into him slowly. Akaashi arches his back, both hands wrapped around Bokuto’s grip on his waist. “Again, please, again,” Akaashi pleads.

You can hear the smile on Bokuto’s face when he replies, “Fuck, I’m going to wreck you, Kaashi.” If you were standing, you’d be on the floor, can feel how weak that sentence made you and you weren’t even the recipient. Your lazy grip on Akaashi’s cock feels secondary, but you don’t remove it. You pump him with your fist slowly, trying your best to match the leisurely pace that Bokuto has set and following suit when Bokuto quickens that pace.

“He makes you so full, doesn’t he, Kaashi?” you say into Akaashi’s ear. “So pretty and so full.”

Akaashi can barely react, just gives a small hum in the midst of all of his moans and whimpers. You’re incredibly grateful for the grip that you have on Akaashi’s cock, can feel him throbbing against your palm every time that Bokuto thrusts his thick cock inside of him. “More, want more,” Akaashi mumbles and it only takes a second to register in Bokuto’s brain.

Bokuto lifts Akaashi up to meet his thrusts, pulls him onto his cock completely to meet his harsh thrust and even more tears are falling from Akaashi’s eyes, a symphony of oh my gods and fucks filling the room as Bokuto continues to hammer into Akaashi with this plea to give him more more more.

“Meant it,” Bokuto pants, “Want to see Akaashi fuck you.” The words sink in and Akaashi is about to start protesting, absolutely fucked out on Bokuto’s huge cock, and you’re about to start protesting right along with him. The bliss that is on Akaashi’s face is not one that you want to see him rid of any time soon.

But Bokuto doesn’t show any signs of stopping, continues to fuck in and out of Akaashi’s tight hole as he leans back and flicks his eyes towards Akaashi’s cock in your hands. You can’t help the moan that comes from your chest at just the mere thought. You feel clumsy trying to position yourself correctly, throwing your leg overtop of Akaashi’s hips once again. Bokuto stills for a second, supporting you and moving his grip to your waist.

Your ass is pressed up against Bokuto’s hips and it feels like there’s barely any room for you to do what you want to do, chest pressed against Akaashi’s stomach, staring into his wide eyes as he’s waiting for Bokuto to start moving again and for you to surround him. Bokuto takes the lead again, pulling you away from Akaashi’s face, sitting you straight up instead, your shoulders flush with Bokuto’s chest. Bokuto lifts you up just slightly as you line yourself up with Akaashi’s cock.

And in one motion, you feel absolutely complete. You sink onto Akaashi’s cock as Bokuto starts moving and you have the most perfect view of Akaashi’s pretty face as you see the bliss take over completely. Bokuto presses soft kisses into your shoulder and neck, moves you up and down on Akaashi’s cock as you put your entire weight on him.

The thrusts are conflicting at first, the rhythm stunted by the amount of clashing motions. It’s new and slightly awkward, but it slowly gets more comfortable, less contradicting movements and more working in time movements. You feel completely supported, perfectly filled. Akaashi is throbbing inside of you and Bokuto’s hips are slamming into your ass with every harsh thrust and you can’t get enough, can’t take much more. Your stomach is clenching, breath becoming more shallow, weight becoming too much.

You lower yourself down onto Akaashi’s chest, only slightly worried that it will mess with everyone’s rhythms again, but wanting to be even closer to Akaashi. You press your nose into his neck, rapid breaths tickling his sensitive skin. “Gonna, gonna come,” you mumble against Akaashi’s shoulder.

It happens so quickly, Akaashi’s cock pulling out of you and being replaced by Bokuto’s girth, like they coordinated it wordlessly. Bokuto doesn’t give you the same courtesy as before and you’re grateful. There’s no slow movements as he grips your waist, holds you in place as he fucks into you hard. You can’t help how instantaneous your orgasm is. Bokuto is barely inside of you for seconds and you’re coming all over his cock, warm walls tightening around his massive cock and you barely register that you’re screaming until you’re coming down from your incredible high.

You’re also grateful for how quickly they switch back. Akaashi’s cock slipping back into you immediately after Bokuto pulls out, you don’t have to feel empty for a second.

You were so fixated on this new position, new sensation, your own high, that you haven’t even noticed the telltale signs of Akaashi being so close until now. You can feel him pulsing inside of you, can feel how fast his heart is racing. Your cunt is still quivering, wet walls clenching around Akaashi as Bokuto continues his relentless pace. You’re honestly surprised at how long Akaashi’s lasted. Though, you know he won’t last much longer.

“So full,” Akaashi whimpers, “So tight.”

“You look so pretty, Kaashi, can feel your hole tightening around me,” Bokuto smirks. “You’re gonna come so deep inside her while I’m fucking you, aren’t you?”

Akaashi nods as Bokuto pulls you back up, peers over your shoulder down at the mess he’s made of Akaashi, at how absolutely wrecked he is. “Come for me, Kaashi, please,” you say softly, smoothing your hand down Akaashi’s stomach, curling your fingers against his skin.

“Wanna- wanna feel Bo fill me up first,” Akaashi asks, and with a voice that sweet, it’s not like Bokuto can deny him. He barely needs to speed up, already on the edge just from how pretty Akaashi looks and remembering that he was inside of your tight cunt seconds ago.

“Tell me again, Kaashi,” Bokuto says, grip tighter, thrusts sloppier.

“Come inside me, please, wanna come so bad, but need to feel so full with your come,” Akaashi stumbles over the words as if they can’t get out of his mouth fast enough and he’s trying to hopelessly meet Bokuto’s thrusts, pushing against the weight of you and interrupting Bokuto’s steady rhythm and somehow Bokuto is the one that’s getting wrecked, hand in his hair, chest rising and falling rapidly and a small please falls from Akaashi’s lips and Bokuto is putty.

He stills, hips flush with Akaashi’s skin as he unloads inside of him just like Akaashi wanted. Bokuto doesn't know where best to put his hands, keeps moving them from you to Akaashi to himself, squeezing and spanning his grip wherever he feels best at the time. He’s not moving anymore, just dumping his come as deep as he can inside of Akaashi and even with the lack of movement, Akaashi can’t help himself.

Akaashi’s balls twitch against you, fingernails creating seemingly permanent crescent moon shape indents into the fat of your hips. Unlike Bokuto, he can’t help himself but to move. He’s squirming, bucking his hips up into you, trying to chase the high that he’s feeling as best he can and you feel as full as when Bokuto was inside of you with every stream of come that coats your walls.

And then it’s all over. No more thrusting, no more rocking, no more movement. Akaashi stills, only indication that he’s not passed out is his soft muttering and the miniscule shake of his head. You slowly collide with Akaashi’s chest, pressing kisses into wherever you can reach and no one says anything. The room is filled with everyone’s huffs and recuperating inhales and the only drastic motion anyone makes is when Bokuto falls onto the bed next to you and Akaashi pressed against one another.

Other than that, you all move so slowly brought on by the sheer exhaustion that has overcome the three of you. Bokuto’s arm draped over your lower back. Akaashi reaching down to hold Bokuto’s hand. You slipping off of Akaashi and making contact with the soft covers. You and Bokuto inching closer to Akaashi. Arms entangled. Breathing synched.

You break the silence begrudgingly, but it has to be said, “Can we get better at communicating when we want this?” You’re even surprised at how hoarse and jarring your voice is in comparison to the previous quiet, but you push on. “Because I don’t want to have to make a meticulous plan every time I want this.”

Akaashi laughs, soft and airy, “So sneaky.” You don’t have the energy to react or scoff so you just place a soft bite into his shoulder. He just laughs again.

“I mean, you just have to ask,” Bokuto says, and you can hear the smile from the other side of Akaashi.

“You can ask too,” you say back.

“It feels more like yours and Akaashi’s thing that I’m just invited into,” Bokuto admits and despite how exhausted you are, you lift your head, peering over Akaashi.

“No way,” you say quickly, “I don’t see it like that.” You shake your head, “It’s our thing, all of our thing. That’s the whole point.”

A small smile finds its way onto Akaashi’s face and he doesn’t chime in, but you’re certain that Bokuto can see the sincerity and agreement in the way the corner of Akaashi’s lips upturn sweetly. You’re certain that it prompts the confidence in Bokuto’s next sentence.

“Well, then, next time I will just ask then,” Bokuto says.

And it’s your turn to smile, bold and bright right alongside the warmth in your chest. Next time.

#akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x bokuto x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #akaashi smut #bokuto smut #bokuto x akaashi #toriwritesshit #yes i’m reposting this bc it did bad

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lysatoru · 5 months ago

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SMASH!⚝

haikyu characters hitting you with the ball accidentally!

oikawa, suna, atsumu, akaashi, bokuto, kageyama, osamu, kuroo <3

the haikyu requests are open! idea from @nycteis17 <3 (we’re gonna see the haikyu movie tonight, feel like we’re 16 again🥹)

if you want a part2, tell me with who!

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semiis · 5 months ago

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their cuddle positions w/haikyuu

pairing: various x reader

genre: headcanons ; fluff

warning(s): none

a/n: this is an old post i uploaded on my hq blog from 2020. this was one of my favorites so I thought it was be nice to post it again. back then, i went with the ones i wrote for so i'm keeping it just the way it is. i’m really sorry if your favorite isn’t there. i hope you guys like them !!

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atsumu, ushijima, daichi ⥼ the sweetheart cradle. i personally think this would be his go to cuddling position. his arm wrapped around you, holding you close while he lays on his back, your head buried deep into his chest while you inhale the scent of his cologne. most definitely pats or strokes your head as a sign of comfort or whispers nothing but comforting words to you.

suna, kageyama, tsukishima ⥼ the leg hug. i don’t know why, but this is definitely you guy’s go to. the two of you would be chilling on either one’s bed, sleeping, on the phone, playing games etc. while one of your legs are entangled together. it’s much more relaxing to him and you both get the physical contact you were craving from each other.

oikawa, sugawara, kita, asahi ⥼ the honeymoon hug. oikawa loves the physical affection between you two and whenever he’s feeling touch starved this is his go to. the both of you are entwined together, holding the other tight, arms wrapped around each other - almost as if refusing to let go. his chin (or yours) is delicately propped up on top of yours. he can feel your breath against the crook of his neck and he adores it. sometimes find him or yourself peppering soft kisses on the other.

bokuto, lev, yamaguchi ⥼ the spoon. he loves cuddling, especially when it’s with you. he mostly loves cuddling after a long day a practice when he’s beat and worn out. he lives for having his arms securely around your torso while your back is pressed up against his chest. you would sometimes find his hands caressing your sides or arms and he’d be eager to leave the most tender kisses against the back of your neck.

hinata, osamu, noya, tanaka ⥼ the butt pillow. you or him laying on your stomach while the other has their head propped up on your butt. also an easy way to tease his s/o. he loves it. the “best pillow in the room” and the only one you guys want to lay your head against. it’s common if he strokes/caresses your leg, might even draw an invisible heart on it.

tendou, kuroo, iwaizumi, semi ⥼ the cradle. he enjoys when you're laying on top of him, legs on either side of his body, cradling him while his arms hold you firm against his chest. you listen to the sound of his heartbeat and almost find yourself falling asleep to the soothing, rhythmic sound.

kenma, sakusa, akaashi ⥼ the lap pillow. he’s fond of laying his head in your lap and often finds himself doing it every time he comes over to your place and vice versa. play with his hair, stroke his cheek with your finger, boop his nose, bend over to place kisses on his face - all of them would make him melt. loves peering up at your face from that angle and admires just how attractive you are.

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4unnyr0se · 5 months ago

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Could I ask for Akaashi, Osamu, Kenma, and Bokuto + them giving oral?

❥ til your teeth rot! | akaashi, osamu, kenma, bokuto

warnings: timeskip! characters, fem! reader, cunnilingus (duh), praise, degrading, overstimulation, face sitting, semi-public sex, osamu's accent, kenma is v lazy, fingering

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 1.8k

a/n: i wrote this when i was having tummy issues so i'm sorry if its awful

got a request? my ask are open!

❥ Keiji Akaashi | Slow and steady

Akaashi eats your pussy like it’s made of glass like it could break at any moment. Every flick of his tongue, every sucking motion on your clit is calculated based on your previous reaction. Did you mewl louder when he harshly sucked on your sensitive bud? He’ll apply more pressure next time, hopefully earning another one of your adorable moans.

Just because he was calculated to give pleasure does not mean he was inexperienced or selfish. Absolutely not. He could never dream of denying you anything you so plainly desired. All you had to was flash him those beautiful, sparking eyes of yours, and you would be on your back, legs spread, and moaning like an amateur pornstar while Akaashi made you cum for the second time that day.

He never rushes you through your orgasm, he doesn’t think that being intimate with you is some kind of game. It’s a puzzle that he simply wants to solve. His tongue is achingly slow against your folds, making the most precious moments between the two of you last longer. He is savoring each bit of your sweet nectar, and he fucking loves it.

K-Keiji!” you sobbed, your hands flying to his neat mess of dark curls, desperate for purchase. Your legs were wrapped around his shoulders, just in case he would try to flee. Akaashi fucking loved it when you trapped him between your legs, it made him feel like the two of you were the last people on earth. “Gonna cum!”

Akaashi smiled against your folds, his tongue pausing momentarily. “I know, pretty girl. Wanna fall apart on my tongue again? I love it when you do that.” he praised, diving back to make out with your core. His tongue slipped past your entrance, the tip of the wet muscle gliding in and out with ease. His soft hands squeezed the inside of your thighs, rolling the supple and soft flesh between his fingers.

Your head was rested on the pillow beneath you, hair growing knotted and messy whilst your thighs trembled in Akaashi’s grasp. His nose rubbed against your clit so deliciously, the additional stimulation pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm washed over you as you cried in pleasure, his name leaving your lips over and over again. Akaashi purred at the sensation of your release coating his mouth and tongue, pulling away once your high had subsided.

“Amazing job, pretty girl. You did so well for me.” he praised, wiping your slick from his chin. He leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips, lingering just long enough for you to taste your own release. “See how delicious you are, darling? So unbelievably perfect for me.”

❥ Osamu Miya | No time to lose

Osamu eats your pussy like he has somewhere to be at all times like he’s in a hurry. Being the owner of a popular rice ball spot keeps him occupied most of the time (as well as dealing with his pain-in-the-ass older brother), so when he finds a free moment to be intimate with you, he makes sure he makes himself efficient.

Even though Osamu is the more relaxed and lazy twin, he’s never lazy in the bedroom. His usually tired and ‘over this’ attitude would melt away the second you two shared a longing kiss, his body being taken over by some kind of insatiable desire. He’s driven by his motivation to make you scream his name for the shop next to him to hear. His tongue lashes at your pussy like a man starving in the middle of a desert.

If there’s a rare lull in customers entering and exiting his onigiri shop, he’ll change the ‘open’ sign to a ‘come back later’ sign and text you to be in the back of his shop ASAP. And, of course, you’re there in less than ten minutes, your skirt flipped up and your hands supporting your weight on the steel countertop as his tongue ravishes your cunt, drinking in your slick like honey.

“Stay fuckin’ still,” Osamu groaned into your heat, slapping the inside of your thighs. “I can’t make ya cum if yer wigglin’, sweets.” that was a lie. He was a liar. He could make you cum regardless of how much you were moving, he didn’t matter to him. But if you writhed around so much that it caused some ingredients to fall onto the floor, then it became a problem.

“S-sorry ‘Samu! Fuck!” you moaned, your hands gripping onto the steel material of the counter for dear life as his tongue hungrily, your sweet nectar coating his tongue beautifully. It was the best alcohol he could ever wish to taste. “M’close!”

“Ya better fuckin’ be. I only got five minutes before those fuckers wonder why the shop ain’t open,” his words sent vibrations through your core, your clit painfully pulsating. The rough pad of this thumb swirled around the sensitive bud, pressing against it harshly. “Be a good girl and fuckin’ cum already, yeah? Gotta open up soon, sweets.”

Osamu finally flattened his tongue in the way that drove you over the edge, still swirling your bud with his rough thumb. “That’s it, good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned, lapping up your release eagerly. “Taste so fuckin’ good for me.”

He pulled himself out from between your thighs, wiping off his chin with the backside of his hand. Osamu stood up and pecked the top of your head, playfully slapping your soaked cunt. “Get outta here, I got customers to serve.” he also had to sanitize his countertop hard.

❥ Kenma Kozume | Suffocate him

Kenma will only eat you out if you sit on his face. Not hover, not dangle, fucking sit on it. Despite being a CEO and a popular streamer, this man is lazy as hell. Typically, you do all the work during sex. Bouncing on his cock, sucking him off, etc. But on the rare occasion Kenma wants to eat you out, you still have to pull a heavy load. He is not getting up off his ass by any means, so you might as well cooperate with him. He’s stubborn as a fucking mule.

Kenma was a selfish lover, and he didn’t want to change that. He liked being taken care of and not putting much effort into it. He’s already so successful. Why should he do more work than he already is? That’s so exhausting. But how could he refuse when his pretty girlfriend practically paws at him to help get her off? He’s lying on the bed in a minute, gesturing to you to tear off those pretty red panties and take away his ability to breathe.

“Ride my fucking face,” Kenma groans into your core, squeezing your ass with hands as your hips buck into his mouth wildly. He loved it when you got like this, so desperate and needy for his tongue. His tongue plunged into your sobbing cunt over and over again, eliciting the cutest moans from your pretty lips.

“Fuck, Kenma!” you whimpered, your hands grasping the mahogany headboard like it was the last lifeboat on board. Your ground your clit onto his nose, mewling pathetically as his tongue lashed at your most intimate parts. Kenma savored your sweet honey, adoring how it nicely coated his tongue. Maybe he should make you fit on his face more often.

His deep brown hair stuck to his forehead, the skin slick with sweat as the tip of his tongue traced meaningless shapes on your clit, occasionally nibbling at the sensitive bud. He knew you were close. The way your entire body was shaking was a dead fucking giveaway. That, and his name practically being screamed repeatedly, was also a good sign. “Gonna cum? Do it, princess. Make a mess on me.”

And you did, your orgasm spilling all over your boyfriend’s cute face. Your writing stopped, with Kenma slapped your ass, indicating that you should get off. You sighed and chose to straddle his lap, pecking his nose gently. “Thank you, baby, that was amazing.”

“Did you think we were finished?” Kenma groaned, resting his arms behind his head. “You got me really fucking hard, princess. How about you take care of that for me, yeah?”

❥ Kotaro Bokuto | Pure addiction

Boktuo fucking loves eating you out. Whenever you mentioned that you were horny, he would drag you into his bed and plunge his face into your thighs until he got you to coat your inner thighs with your release. He could never get enough of you and how good you tasted. How you would only crave his tongue and his fingers on your most imitate parts.

He didn’t fucking care when or where you were horny, he was more than happy to make you scream in pleasure. Whispering to him in a cafe? He locked the bathroom and had you sitting on the sick, your dress bunched up at your hips, and your stockings ripped so your soaking cunt could be displayed just for him. Woke up at two in the morning from a wet dream? No problem, he had you riding his face while he jerked his fat cock to the sounds you made. Did you also wanna suck him off? No problem, baby! You were sixty-nining until the rooster screeched. Truly, Bokuto was addicted to eating you out.

“Why are you covering your mouth, baby? I wanna hear your moans,” Bokuto groaned into your cunt, eagerly lapping up your slick like a man gone mad. Your trembling body was pinned against the bathroom door of your favorite restaurant, your skirt pushed upwards, and your soaked panties dangled off your ankles while Bokuto whispered pure filth into your cunt. “Don't you wanna let all those people out there know how good my tongue can make you feel?”

“Ngh, we’ll get in trouble, Kotaro!” you whispered, doing your best to keep your voice at an acceptable level while your boyfriend spelled his name with your tongue, eliciting a sharp squeak in return. “F-fuck, don’t stop!”

“Yeah? You wanna cum on my face in a public bathroom, hm? God, you’re so fucking hot. How’d I get so lucky?” he purred against your clit, swirling the tip of his tongue over the throbbing bud. “You taste so fucking good, holy shit. Way better than lunch.”

His index and ring finger bullied their way inside of you, curling at the spot that made you instantly cum all over his face. He didn’t stop sucking on your folds when your orgasm hit, his fingers still scissoring deep inside of your broken cunt. Your hand slapped over your mouth, covering out your molten cries of ecstasy.

“Good fucking girl, I’m so proud of you.” Bokuto praised, licking off his tongue as he stared at your ruined state. He pulled your panties up and your dress down, kissing your forehead tenderly. “Now, do you wanna go back home and cum again, hm?

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hanmaitani · 4 months ago

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MVP

PAIRING - bf!Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader FT. akaashi keiji, bokuto koutarou, iwaizumi hajime, kozume kenma, miya atsumu, miya osamu, oikawa tooru, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou WC - 5.6K GENRE - smut CW - running a train, choo choo, light bondage, fingering, dp, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, oral (m!receiving), spit, choking, creampies, praise, go brainless bby SYNOPSIS - when kuroo's dream of getting the monster generation together for an all-stars match finally comes true, you - his pretty girlfriend - decide to thank some of the players who participated.

Your eyes followed the trail that Tetsu's hands traced along his thighs as he settled them on his knees before crouching in front of you. "You doing okay here baby?" He lifted one of his hands and his fingers traced gently down the expanse of one of your arms. You watched as it followed your stretched out limb, tucking under the rope tied to your wrist, tied off to a small ring on the wall, your other arm stretched out similarly in the other direction. "Nothing too tight?"

You shook your head lightly. "'m okay, Tetsu." You wanted to press your thighs together, the exposure from this position sending heat into your center, but were quickly reminded that you couldn't thanks to the gentle straps but firm metal bar between your ankles.

"You're such a good girl, baby." Tetsu's praise caught a whimper in your throat. "You know you can tell them to stop at any time."

You nodded at him, you knew what you were getting into. Knew what you signed up for. But as soon as he left the small room, knowing what you signed up for didn’t prepare you for the feeling of cold hands brushing against your inner thighs and you jumped slightly in response. They weren’t Tetsu’s, the pads of his fingers much too soft. But you didn’t have to guess who it was for long.

“Kuro thought you might be nervous.” Kenma’s voice was drawn out in a whisper, his attempt to soothe your nerves as he rubbed small circles into your skin as he trailed his hands across your bare thighs. “Little jumpy?” You nodded lightly, it wasn’t like you could deny it, you knew he could see the slight shake to your limbs as you stood there, on display. “It’s just me.” His fingers were trailing along your waist now, brushing lightly against your body through the fabric.

“Just a little scared Kenma,” You admitted, it was less worrisome, having Kenma in here, it wouldn’t have been the first time he saw you like this. He’d accidentally walked in on you and Tetsu one too many times. And although he’d never touched you, when he rounded your body, to crouch down into your sights, you weren’t as nervous.

“Do you want me to help you relax?” His hand had trailed along with him, now softly cupping the side of your neck as his thumb brushed against the skin of your jaw. You watched his eyes carefully, taking note of the way they seemed to zero in on his thumb, where it was tracing the outline of my bottom lip. Like he was enthralled by it. You nodded lightly. His fingers were quick to press into the small space between your lips. “Here, get them wet for me?”

You were obedient, parting your lips further for him to slip two of his digits into your mouth. His fingers were cold as they slipped across your tongue, pressing down as they went. “Hey look at me.” You hadn’t realized your eyes had been focused on his wrist until you had to pull them back up to meet his eyes. He eased his fingers to your throat and you couldn’t help but gag, squeezing your eyes. “Shh. Relax.” He kept his fingers there until you opened your eyes again, watery vision as you looked up at him. “There you go.” He cooed, his other hand caressing your cheek as he pressed his fingers a little further.

You whined lightly at the feeling of your drool collecting on his fingers, dripping to his palm. Your legs shifted slightly as you felt a wave of excitement course through you when he flexed his fingers in your throat. Your eyes widened when you realized he’d caught the movement. “Does the thought of your throat being fingered turn you on? Bet you’d be okay if no one even touched you.” You shook your head suddenly, the wetness pooling between your thighs starting to control your thoughts.

“Don’t worry,” Kenma laughed a little bit as he pulled his fingers from your mouth, “I’ll make sure you get touched.” You opened your mouth to question him as he rounded out of your sight again, but his wet fingers pressing between your folds silenced you quickly, words turning into a soft moan. “Look, you’re already wet, what are you worried about?”

“Kenma,” you moaned his name as his fingers pressed in slowly. Breathless pants leaving your lips as he pushed in to his knuckles, fingers spreading inside of you.

“Just tryna stretch you out.” You could hear your pussy getting wetter as he played with it. He moved his fingers skillfully, poking and prodding, stretching you as you let out breathy moans. “You gonna relax for me?” He paused as if checking something, “it’s already been four minutes, I’ve only got three left. You wanna cum for me.”

You nodded, the tightening in your lower abdomen already building. His fingers angled deeper, pulling a small cry from your lips. “Please, Kenma, wanna.” You gasped lightly as his fingers picked up their pace, pressing roughly against a spot that was making you see stars. The brush of his thumb against your clit had you jerking against your restraints, a moan falling from your lips.

“Just relax.” He soothes, thumb working at a slower pace than his fingers as he brought you closer and closer to falling over the edge. You tried to ignore the soft shake in your legs as your stomach curled, the constant brushing of Kenma’s fingers driving you dizzy. “Cum for me now.” He muttered softly, sounding as dazed as you felt and your body complied with the request. Your limbs tightened and you clenched around him, whiny moans falling out of your mouth before you relaxed.

Kenma pulled his fingers out and you could feel your own wetness drip to your thighs. “Want a taste?” You nodded your head as he came into view again, holding his glistening fingers in front of your face. “Lick.” You licked a long stripe off the back of his fingers and was surprised when he leaned forward, his tongue mimicking mine on the other side. He parted his fingers, his tongue slipping through and pressing against yours. His fingers slipped down to grip your jaw as he kissed you more firmly and you moaned slightly into the kiss.

He was gone as soon as he was there, his mouth parting from yours and leaving your lips to chase after him. “Tastes good baby. You have nothing to worry about.” He pressed a small kiss under your ear. “Just relax.”

Kenma’s voice was still echoing in your ear as you heard the door open again. The bickering was an immediate giveaway to who the boys were. There was a sound of a smack and you twitched before realizing one of them had hit the other.

“Dumbass! Did you just hit me?” It was Tobio’s voice, astonishment clear within it.

“Pause and enjoy the view for a minute.” Shoyo responded, quieter than he’d been a moment ago.

“Idiot.” Tobio grumbled, and you felt his hands on your hips, rubbing into the joints softly. “We only have seven. We finish early, then enjoy the view.” There were some grumbles from Shoyo, but nothing you could properly make out.

Shoyo’s hands were on your wrist then, undoing the tie to one of my arms before working to the next. “What are you-” you watched his fingers work quickly, confused as to why he was starting to untie you. “What are you doing?”

“Repositioning.” He joked lightly, he pulled your wrists together in front of you, tying them together. Tobio was undoing the bar on your legs, leaving the cuffs on your ankles but removing the bar.

“Come here.” Tobio didn’t give you a chance to react, turning you and pulling you into his chest. Both of their hands were on you, easily pulling you up into their arms. You gasped as Tobio slung your knees over his arms, grip on your hips still. “Hinata, help me out.”

Shoyo’s chest was pressed against your back and you could feel his hands under you. You didn’t realize what exactly he was doing until Tobio’s hips bucked up into yours. You cried out, head falling back against Shoyo’s shoulder as Tobio entered you in one swift motion. The stretch had his name falling from your mouth as a moan.

“Fuck she’s tight.” Tobio’s voice had dropped in both tone and volume. “Shoyo, you gotta feel.”

“Yeah, okay.” Shoyo was mumbling and Tobio had barely backed his hips away from yours when Shoyo jerked his hips up. Shoyo wasn’t as long, but he was thicker and stretched you even more, forcing another moan out of your lips. “Oh fuck, you’re right.” He pulled back and Tobio took his place. “Fuck she feels so good.”

You were at a loss for words, your jaw dropped open, head draped backwards over Shoyo’s shoulder. The boys picked up a pace, one pulling out just for the other to push in. It was dizzying, the constant feeling of being full. Not even a second to breathe. You couldn’t even try to lift your head and they didn’t seem to mind, talking to each other more than you.

“She looks so pretty like this, huh?” You were vaguely recognizing Tobio’s voice as his grip on your hips tightened. His voice sounded strained and you couldn’t blame him, your own voice was strained as whiny moans left your throat.

“You sound like you’re gonna cum, Kageyama.” Shoyo teased, but his own voice was breathy and interrupted by a moan.

“Shut up.” He growled back through gritted teeth. “Of course I am, you fucking feel her, she’s squeezing like her life depends on it. Feels amazing.” Shoyo gave a short laugh. “Act like you’re not.” His irritation at Shoyo was matched with a particularly rough thrust and you let out a shocked squeal, nails digging into your own hands.

“Put those fingers to good use.” Shoyo mumbled, his hand pulling on your wrists and directing your fingers down between your body and Tobio’s. “Rub your pretty clit, yeah? Make yourself cum?”

You nodded along, twisting your wrists to obey. Your fingers brushed over the bundle of nerves and you squirmed, the jolt of electricity that shot through your body making you moan.

“Fuck, yeah.” Tobio mused as his thrusts got sloppier. “Squeeze like that again.” It felt like all the breath was knocked out of you when you felt Tobio pull out just as Shoyo thrusted back in. You could feel Tobio’s cum splatter over your fingers, your pussy, your thighs and, you were sure, Shoyo’s cock too.

“Messy, Tobio.” Shoyo teased, but he was quick to follow, his head barely out before ropes of it landed on your thighs and Tobio’s hips.

“See, now we can enjoy the view.” Tobio laughed as he watched your back arch off Shoyo’s chest, the ginger’s fingers joining yours as he tossed you over the edge. You whined as they let you down, still coming off of your high, legs shaky and bending under you.

“Better down on your knees?” Shoyo asked as they lowered you until your knees hit the ground. You nodded along, dazed from the tingling feeling in your body. The boys left as they came, still arguing.

You were still on your knees when the next two walked in, Keiji was the first to come into sight, but Koutaro was right after. Koutaro’s hands were on your face immediately, always excitable and still high off adrenaline.

“You’re so pretty.” He whined, thumb brushing over your swollen lips. You wrapped your lips around his thumb lightly, tongue swiping at the pad of it and he groaned. “I don’t want you for only seven minutes.” Keiji chuckled and laid his hand on Koutaro’s arm.

“Be grateful for what you get, Bokuto.” Keiji was just as imposing as Koutaro like this. They both towered high above you and you couldn’t help but look up at them with wide eyes. “She isn’t yours so be gentler.” You swallowed hard. Gentler. Not gentle.

“I wanna feel your lips, let me feel your mouth?” He rushed out the question, asking permission hopefully as he looked down at you. You felt compelled to nod your agreement.

“You wanna pull it out for him?” Keiji asked, pointing his question at you. You were nodding as you lifted your hands; licking your lips as you quickly pulled Koutaro out of his pants.

Your thighs clenched at the sight of him, immediately pressing your lips just under his head, kissing the sensitive skin and licking. There was a sharp hiss of breath that Koutaro let out as he stifled a moan. You were encouraged by the muffled noise and his head tilting back. You wrapped your lips around him easily and he cursed as you moved your mouth further down, lapping your tongue along the shaft as you went.

His hand found your hair easily, a small tug pulling a muffled whine from you as you lowered your head more, your tongue pressing against his balls as his cock laid across your face. Koutaro groaned, his head tipping back as you repeated the action. You squeaked when he suddenly tugged on your hair, pulling you back towards the head of his cock.

“Oh baby, please, suck it.” He requested his voice whiny as he did so. It didn’t feel like too much of a request though, definitely not one you could say no to, as he tugged your lips forward. You allowed it anyways, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking on it.

Koutaro’s hips twitched forward. You gagged as his cock suddenly tapped the back of your throat and Keiji was quick to snatch the wrist that was holding your hair. “Careful I said.” Keiji chastised, helping pull you off Koutaro so you could cough a bit. “Gentler.” Keiji guided your head back forward, slower this time.

You let Keiji set the pace, delicately running your tongue along Koutaro’s length as you bobbed your head. Your hands wrung each other in your lap, twisting in their binds as you itched to reach out for Keiji’s cock as well. You didn’t have to wait for long. Keiji seemed to want to feel your mouth as well. He guided you back again, much to Koutaro’s whining dismay.

“Look, start slow.” Keiji had pulled out his cock, bringing your lips to it, easily pressing his cock between them. He wrapped his hand around your hair with Koutaro’s hand and pulled your head forward gently. You treated his cock with the same care you’d treated Koutaro’s. Tongue lapping at the skin as you sucked.

“Then you pick up the pace a bit.” Your eyes widened in surprise when Keiji’s pull on you picked up the pace. Keiji was careful despite the speed change, careful to mind your gag reflex and he dragged your mouth along his length. “Then you can be less gentle.” He let Koutaro’s hand take over.

Koutaro’s pull on you kept the speed but his roughness pulled Keiji’s cock deeper into your throat. You gagged and Keiji moaned in response. You tried to relax your jaw, letting the two hands in your hair guide you. Desperately, you wanted to feel them cum down your throat. “Ugh I wanna feel her now Keiji.” Koutaro whined and Keiji laughed in response.

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” He let you be pulled off his cock, smiling at the way you gasped for proper air, spit coating your lips and connecting them to Keiji. Spit strings that quickly connected Keiji’s cock to Koutaro’s now too. “Remember-”

Keiji’s reminder for Koutaro to be gentle fell on deaf ears. Koutaro pulled your head towards him at the same roughness you’d left Keiji’s at. Your gagging started immediately, tears welling in your eyes as Koutaro’s moans filled your ears. “Fuck fuck fuck, feels too good, can’t.” Keiji rolled his eyes but didn’t seem to stop Koutaro once he started to buck into your mouth, meeting it halfway.

Your nails were digging into your thighs and you whined in protest, wondering if this was really the ‘gentler’ version Keiji had requested of him. Your head was dizzy, time lost amongst your focus to keep your mouth open.

“Fuck I wanna cum.” Koutaro whined it and Keiji clicked his tongue in disappointment at the way Koutaro’s grip on you loosened then.

“You’re gonna make a mess.” You squeaked around Koutaro’s cock as Keiji pulled you forward suddenly. His hand on the back of your head bringing your nose to bury into Koutaro’s pubes. Koutaro groaned loudly, a string of curses accompanying the feeling of his cock twitching at your throat. His cum was hot as it slid down your throat.

You coughed and gasped when the two of them released your head, letting you pull back to suck air into your lungs. “Wha-” you coughed again, your voice gravelly from the use of your throat, “what about you?” Your question was directed to Keiji, who hadn’t cum yet.

He chuckled a little bit as he tucked his still-hard cock away. “Out of time, next time.”

He pulled a dazed Koutaro out the door behind him as he left. You were still panting and trying to recenter your vision when the door opened again.

“Iwa-chan it’s our turn.” You heard Tooru’s voice before he appeared in front of you, dragging Hajime along with him. Hajime grumbled something and you looked towards him, you noticed that his cheeks were tinted pink and his eyes wouldn’t focus on you for more than a few seconds. “What did you say?”

“I said this isn’t necessary.” He grumbled louder, locking his eyes on Tooru rather than looking at you. “Let me just-”

“But Iwa-chan.” Tooru drew out the last vowel, pouting at the other man as he rounded his way behind you, out of your sight. You gasped when Tooru’s hand wound around your front, cupping your jaw and pointing your face to look directly up at Hajime. You could feel Tooru’s breath against your ear, letting you know that he’d placed his face just beside your own. “Look how pretty and willing she is to thank us.” You nodded your agreement to the words, finally seeing Hajime’s blush in full view as he looked down at your face.

The forced pout on your lips, put there by Tooru’s hands made his cock stir in his pants and he groaned a little. Tooru smirked behind you, knowing he’d won out. He was quick to pull you to your feet, you shrieked suddenly as Tooru dragged you off your knees and to a standing position.

“The two of you…” Hajime clicked his tongue at you both in disappointment, he shook his head a bit and replaced Tooru’s hand on your jaw with his own. You tried to turn your head when you felt Tooru push your legs open, but Hajime turned your head back forward. “Look at me instead.” He brushed along your bottom lip, pulling on it.

You gasped when you felt Tooru’s cock pressed into you. Hajime pressed his thumb between your lips as Tooru’s hands tightened their grip on your hips. “Oh, fuck, cunt is so tight.” Your eyes rolled back as Tooru bottomed out. “Sure you don’t wanna try her out? Who knows if you’ll get another chance.”

Your cunt squeezed a bit at Tooru’s words, the way he talked over you. Tooru chuckled at your reaction. “Not enough time.” Hajime lifted your chin, to take in the way your face contorted. “You can take him alright?” You nodded dazedly… the drag of Tooru’s cock along your walls made your breathing getting heavier as Tooru kept on. Steady and moderate in pace but nevertheless, intoxicating.

“God you squeeze me so good.” Tooru groaned and he wrapped his arm around your waist, fingers feeling for your clit. The small cry you let out was quickly silenced by Hajime covering your mouth, your muffled noises being swallowed by his palm.

“Shhh.” He mumbled, dipping his head to press kisses down the front of your chest. His mouth easily closed around one of your nipples. You sighed against his hand, your eyes fluttering as you took in the feeling of Hajime’s soft tongue against your skin.

Tooru’s hand wrapped into your hair, gently tugging your head back up, effectively pulling your mouth away from Hajime’s hand. “Wanna hear you.”

You whimpered, hips twitching against Tooru’s hand. Your moans and whines filled the small space. Hajime lifted himself from your chest just as Tooru’s pace picked up. Hajime’s hand took the place of Tooru’s, keeping your head tilted up as you looked at him, pleasure taking over your features. “Ask him for it.” Hajime whispered against your cheek, thumb brushing against your other cheek.

Your head spun, the blush was still on the tops of his cheeks and you were confused about how he could command you and still be blushing over seeing you like this. You panted against Hajime’s skin, feeling your insides twisting up under Tooru’s care. “Ma-make me cum, please.” You pleaded, sniffling as Tooru delivered rougher thrusts.

“Any other requests?” He teased, fucking his cock deeper into you. You moaned the form of his name as his fingers pressed harder on your clit. “I think your cunt has a request.” He groaned and you whimpered under his touch. “Squeezing like it wants to be filled up.”

“Please,” you begged without thinking, body clenching as he fucked you towards your orgasm, “wanna cum,” you babbled, eyes crossing as Hajime pulled back to catch your eyes, “cu-cum inside.”

Hajime gripped your jaw, pinching your mouth open again, fingers pinching your lip, tugging on it and triggering a whine of protest from you. “Desperate, cute.” he muttered, eyes caught on your lips. He kept his eyes there, ignoring the way Tooru’s groans filled the space along with your own noises. Watching the way your lips formed your cries as Tooru pushed you over the edge. His eyes found yours then, desperate himself to see the way your eyes widened when you felt Tooru’s cum flood your insides.

Your body shook as Tooru pulled out, his cum spilling onto your thighs quickly. Your legs shook under you, barely able to hold your own weight. Tooru and Hajime’s hands kept you upright for the moment. A sudden banging on the door caught all three of your attention.

You couldn’t turn to see the door opening, your legs giving out and the boys letting you fall to the floor. You sucked in a sharp breath as your knees hit the floor, your hands barely catching yourself as you heard the mix of voices.

“Times up.” You recognized the accent and you knew who it was.

“Wait your turn.” Tooru snapped back, you could hear the irritation in his voice and it was followed by a quick smack.

“They did.” You watched Hajime’s legs disappear from sight and towards the exit.

“Ya get yer ass outta-hey!” another smack sounded in the room. “Omi-omi he deserved it.”

“Shut up, god.” Kiyoomi scoffed as he shut the door, locking himself and Atsumu in the room with you. “How messy.”

“Hey princess.” Atsumu crooned as he trailed his fingers along your jaw, crouching in front of you. He chuckled as he moved to sitting in front of you. “C’mere.” he manhandled your body easily into his lap. “Y’all stretched out fer me?”

You gasped and whined at the way Atsumu seemed to slip right into you, his cock tapping against your walls. He groaned and pulled you closer to him, your chest easily colliding with his. Your breathing came out in pants as you squeezed around him. He seemed to waste no time, wanting to make the most out of the moment.

You latched on to his biceps as he leaned backwards a bit. “Relax.” Kiyoomi’s voice sounded from behind you, unfortunately having the opposite effect when you felt him tap against your already full hole.

“Wa-wait.” A moan got caught in your throat when you heard Kiyoomi spit, the cold of his saliva hitting against your opening and making your cunt squeeze.

“Fuck, and ya say we’re messy.” Atsumu laughed from under you, groaning and eyes rolling at the way your cunt milked him. “Can ya hurry it up, I wanna feel her cum.” Kiyoomi grumbled something under his breath but before you could try to decipher it, he was pressing his tip in next to Atsumu’s. You whimpered, your head falling against Atsumu’s chest as tears caught on your lashes. Atsumu was hushing you as you did, one hand holding the back of your head to his chest as Kiyoomi stretched you out further. “S’okay, we got ya.”

Your head felt like it wasn’t getting enough oxygen, stars in your vision as Kiyoomi lifted your head from Atsumu’s chest. One of them was talking but you couldn’t hear it. Two different hands wrapped around your throat, both with different owners, only encouraging your brain to shut down. It was the first thrust that brought you back.

The moan you let out was broken and half a sob as the two men worked in tandem to fuck you up and down on their cocks. The pain of the stretch was slowly giving way to nothing but pleasure as they fucked you up into the stars. You were sure that Tooru’s cum was being fucked out of you, coating both their cocks but you weren’t sure they cared.

You could barely focus on getting air into your lungs. Atsumu’s hand moved from your throat to your jaw, tilting your head down to look at his face. He wore a large smirk, enjoying the way that your eyes stayed unfocused, lust blown pupils trying desperately to drink him in. Your lips were parted in a permanent whine.

Tsumu’s thrusts were shallow, his cock pressed against the front wall of your cunt, the friction shoving every other thought out of your head. Kiyoomi on the other hand, his were mean. His cock knocked against the deepest parts of you, gliding along Atsumu’s cock, drawing whines from both you and the other male. Kiyoomi’s grip on your neck tightened for a moment, tilting your head back so you could see his face.

You were fucked out, words that you didn’t even know you were speaking coming out as incoherent babbles. Your body shook and shivered as they fucked you past overstimulation into another orgasm without warning. Your cry was loud and echoed around the room as you fell onto Atsumu’s chest.

Atsumu’s own moans pitched up slightly just moments later and Kiyoomi’s hips stuttered against you. You protested softly as Atsumu and Kiyoomi pulled out of you as gently as possible, the feeling of their cum already present, flooding out of you and down your thighs. Kiyoomi had you turned around towards him in mere seconds.

“Clean me up, yeah?” Phrased as a question but given like an order, you obeyed immediately, tongue falling out, lapping against his soiled cock. You whined at the mix of tastes, Tooru’s, Atsumu’s, and Kiyoomi’s cum all having been mixed around inside of you with your own. You nearly moaned when you picked up your enthusiasm, tongue curving over Kiyoomi’s length, scooping up all the mess you’d left behind as quickly as you could, leaving his cock covered instead in your own saliva.

“C’mon up ya get.” Atsumu mumbled, arms hooking under your armpits, lifting you to shaky feet. He kept you upright and steady, truly the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor as the door opened again. “She’s a li’l shaky on her feet right now.” Atsumu chuckled as you felt another pair of hands mimic Atsumu’s grip, your body being passed like a mere toy among them. You whimpered as your knees buckled under you, but your body stayed upright thanks to the flexing muscles around you.

“Li’l shaky on yer legs there?” You looked up into a nearly identical face, immediately your brain processed that it was Osamu’s arms around you now as Atsumu and Kiyoomi left, closing the door behind them. His voice was slightly deeper than Atsumu’s accent heavier as his hands turned you to properly face him. “Look at this mess.” He chuckled, his fingers scooping the mix of cum from between your thighs. You whimpered when his fingers bumped your clit, body twitching.

Your lips were still parted, panting to breath, when Osamu’s fingers came up to them. He smeared the mix of cum on your lips and tongue, feeding it to you. He sucked in a sharp breath and cursed when your lips obediently wrapped around them and you sucked.

Osamu was the same as his brother in the way that he wasted no time to manhandle you into the position that he wanted you in. His arms hooking under your legs and pulling you up so that your hips lined up with his. Your gasp at the sudden movement only spurred him to move faster, his cock bumping against your entrance.

You bit into your lip to hold your cry in when he bottomed out in one movement. Dropping you down the length of his cock. You were sure that it bumped against your cervix and you couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut and whimper at the feeling.

“Easy now.” Osamu cooed in your ear as he repositioned his hands on your hips. The action caused you to bounce slightly and you gasped at the friction, your eyes rolling.

You almost didn’t notice the second pair of hands on you from behind. Fingers, brushing your neck as they unwrapped your arms from Osamu’s. “Share, ‘Samu.” Rintarou’s voice graced your ears just before his face as he tugged you back. You could feel your body leaning back, it changed the angle that Osamu’s cock nudged against your insides and you moaned obscenely. “See, look how pretty she is.” Rintarou’s finger cupped the back of your neck, dropping your body back slowly, your hips staying pinned to Osamu’s. “Look prettier with my cock in your mouth.”

Your eyes widened when you felt Rintarou lower you completely horizontal. You were suspended completely in the air between the two of them. The panic you should have felt disappeared completely when Osamu rubbed his thumb over your clit. Your mouth dropped open in a moan that was cut short as Rintarou glided his cock in easily.

Both men above you groaned when both your cunt and your throat tightened away from them. Their hands tugged on your body, easily finding a jerky pace that was each of them selfishly trying to pull you back to themself. Your body shook in their hold, wet gags and obscent squelching noises from both your filled holes as they used you.

Osamu’s thumb dancing over your clit and Rintarou’s cock blocking your airway had your head swimming, the sounds of their moans and praise coming to you like you were underwater. Words garbled and obscured by pleasure.

You only came back to your senses when Rintarou flooded your throat, pulling out so the last bit of it leaked onto your lips. You gasped in air around the cum you tried to fully swallow, desperate to breathe again. It was only then that you could hear.

“Look she squirted all over you.” Rintarou teased you as he tilted your head to watch the way Osamu continued to fuck into your cunt, eyes focused on how you swallowed him.

“Shut yer trap Rin, can’t cum when yer yappin’.” Osamu’s voice was strained, his jaw clenched as his hips staggered in their pace. You hadn’t even noticed that you had cum, but his chasing of his orgasm had you feeling the aftershocks of yours.

You were sure you were crying, but your mind was too far gone to even mind. You missed the feeling of Osamu cumming inside of you but knew he had when he pulled out and you felt it flood out of you. A string of curses filled the room from Osamu’s foul mouth. He let you down easily, rubbing circled into your shaky legs as he helped you down to a kneeling position, where you were most stable.

You panted, your body shaking and overstimulated as you tried to ground yourself again. You jumped when you felt fingers on your shoulders, your nerves fried and screaming.

“Hey, hey now.” Tetsurou’s voice graced your ears again and you whimpered in response. “Calm down, I got you.” His hands soothed over your hair as he leaned your body against his own. “You okay?”

You nodded, sniffling slightly as his fingers brushed away your tears. “Mm’kay Tetsu.” Your voice came our hoarse, words slurred. Your fingers itched towards him, and his belt.

“Easy,” he chuckled, pulling your hands away and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed, okay?”

“What about you?” He was pulling you up into his arms gently and making his way towards the door.

“Tomorrow, baby.” He mumbled into your hair. “You took care of them so well.” He praised, watching as you hummed in response, exhaustion taking your body over. “Let me take care of you now.”

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auragasmics · 4 months ago

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HE LOVES IT WHEN I...

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pt.1

Sugardaddy!Bokuto loves it when you say thank you.

It turns him on to unbelievable lengths. It follows the same old routine, one he doesn’t plan to change anytime soon. Each time you accepted yet another bag filled with your latest hauls, you turned to the doting man, his hand eagerly waiting to catch your own.

With a faint smile present on your lips, the soft coos of your voice rose to Bokuto’s ear, coaxing for his copal hues to widen. The pair of words were simple mannerisms, instilled from a young age for all. But whenever it rolled off your tongue, the porcelain shades of Bokuto’s skin couldn’t hold back the innocent hues of red from surfacing.

All he needed to hear was your pretty mouth say it one more time that day, just once more.

“Aht, don’t push my head away. That’s just mean,” Bokuto pouted, the pads of his fingers digging into the limp plush of your calves. He’s got all his weigh on you, pushing you down onto the backseat of his car. You winced mindlessly, your hazy eyes flickering among the space Bokuto occupied between your legs. Your fingers lazily carded through his locks, strength dwindling by the second.

“B-Bo…I can’t take anymore,” you slurred, resting your head along the sleek platinum headboard. You couldn’t begin to comprehend what snapped inside Bokuto, his insistence leading to you gasping for a lick of air. He didn’t give you time to slip from the citrine dress you wore, only to be bunched around your bucking hips.

“‘M so sorry, Princess. You just looked so good today, I wanted a piece of you,” he mumbled incoherently, his busy lips latching onto the twitching bud of your clit. He's relentless, working the slicked muscles to paint sticky strokes along the bud.

He’d been tucked away in his own heaven, relishing in every drop of your essence that spilled into his mouth. He pulled at least three orgasms from you this way, each one slower than the last.

“Wait–I can’t cum again, Bokuto please!” you sobbed, your back forcing out a harsh arch. You frantically nudged yourself deeper into Bokuto’s hold, your hips swiping at whatever could be caught.

Sharing in your urgency, Bokuto kept his tongue pressed into your folds, the voids of his eyes taking in the sight before him. He always did love when you chased after your own high, using him however you saw fit.

He pulled his hindering grip from your legs, allowing for your thighs to smother him in a swift close. Not another syllable had to be uttered as you approached your high, both hands grasping handfuls of Bokuto’s hair.

A bubbling fit of words fled from your lips, Bokuto giggling at the view. He drew himself from your cunt, placing a final kiss onto the exposed bundle of nerves. He rested back onto his haunches, keeping his hunkering figure hovered above your own.

As he swiped the pad of his thumb along the spit-ridden mess of your lips, he whispered to your dazed visage gently. “Be nice and use your words. Now, what do you say fr’ me, Baby?”

Through your heavy lashes, you mustered the bits of energy to respond, granting a satisfied smirk to creep onto Bokuto’s face.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Sugardaddy!Ushijima loves it when you spend his money.

God, does he love it? The swipes of his card, the sifting through the thick bills tucked away in his wallet, Ushijima was addicted to it all. He didn’t even have to say a word, your hand already reaching for whatever mode of payment he had for the day.

You weren’t aware of it, but there was a special glint that illuminated the olive hues of his eyes. Maybe it was how you twirled the thin sheet of plastic between your fingers, whistling some tune to pass the moments of processing.

He was obsessed with the fact that every heel beneath the soles of your feet, every ring that hugged your finger, and every dress that clung to your body was all his doing, all stemming from the fruits of his labor.

When that gratifying giggle rang from your throat, it was enough to fuel a flame within Ushijima’s belly—something he knew would be extinguished soon.

“I can’t hear you, Sweetheart,” Ushijima groaned, his hand prying from your stuttering hips. You lifted your head from the tear-stained pillow, pulling the swell of your lip through your teeth. “It’s so fucking good, Toshi! I w-want more,” you keened, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

Ushijima returned to the sight laid before him, the plump curves of your ass pressed against his tensed abdomen. Tracing down the arch of your spine, he was met with the glassy voids of your lidded eyes, spools of drool decorating your lips.

Taking a provoking turn, he drew his hips from their post, dragging his length from your walls. He chuckled at the sound of your cries, the sadist whims surfacing to the forefront of Ushijima’s mind.

“C’mon Baby, you gotta work for all those bags you got today,” he surmised, landing a playful smack on your ass. The mewling whimpers from your lungs came to a sudden halt once you noticed what Ushijima held in the palm of his hand.

The hefty stack of blue bills sat snug in his hand, waving them to your gawking glance. “If you can make me cum just like this, I’ll add everything in my hand to your allowance,” Ushijima wagered snarkily. “Deal?”

With a sheepish nod, you agreed to take on Ushijima’s bet, planting your weakened knees into the mattress. A heavy breath brewed inside your lungs, acting as encouragement for your newly placed endeavors. Ushijima knew all too well how big he was, considering he was always so insistent on taking charge.

Yet watching his pretty girl struggle to take him was just one of his favorite pastimes as of late.

With the single dive of your hips, your walls enveloped Ushijima’s cock in the viscid warmth once more. A stout arch coaxed itself into your spine as a keening sob sang from your lips. An overwhelming euphoria was placed upon your weary body, stemming from fullness residing within your cunt. Your digits dug into the cotton plush of the pillow, barely grounding your mind.

“Fuck–you must really want it, don’t you Baby?” Ushijima chuckled raggedly, the faint patterns of stars clouding his vision. He hadn’t anticipated your eagerness, the swift drops of your hips resting against his flexed abdomen. He felt everything, every twitch of your walls, every roll of your hips, even every kiss the head of his cock pressed into your cervix.

The explicit clash of skin began the soft comforting tunes to Ushijima’s ears, hiding his blissful whimpers behind the music. His eyes were trained to the unfolding scene, from tracing the slick sheen of sweat dusting the curve of your back to catching each wave that passed through the supple skin of your ass. Reminding of something that of a fever dream, Ushijima melded into the amorous aura, quickly forgetting the bet he’d made with you.

Giving in to his fading sense of self, Ushijima drizzled the stack of bills along your body, each one drifting to cover the sheets beneath you both. With his hand now free, Ushijima reached out to you, cupping your chin as he presented you with a single rhetorical question.

“Who’s my rich little slut?”

Sugardaddy! Akaashi loves it when you flaunt your new clothes.

He finds it to be the highlight of his day. It’s even become his sense of downtime from the frantic day, hopping from shop to shop all across the city. He’ll sit in his favorite leather armchair with a cup of the richest brandy in hand, watching your giddy reflection paraded about through the mirror.

“Don’t you look pretty? Told you this color suits you best, Sweetheart,” Akaashi cooed, his chin nuzzled within the crook of your neck. You couldn’t bother to respond to his compliment, not with his thick digits drawing relaxed circles along the supple bud of your clit. You clawed at his forearm in protest, the silk fabric of his dress shirt catching each scratch of your nails.

Perched atop his lap, Akaashi kept your thighs parted for his entertainment, his eyes pinned to the mirror’s reflection. He admired it all, the staggering rises and falls of your chest, your trembling lips, and the spilling streams of spit lining your chin. He only wished you could revel in the same vision he bore witness to.

At his tender handling, your body melted into Akaashi’s hold. From the frantic beats of your heart, the nerves beneath your skin prickling with need, and the hot pants warming the air, it was all for him. Your back arched against his chest, squirming amidst the mind-numbing solace Akaashi delivered.

“Look at that, making such a mess on my fingers,” he hummed, the tips of his digits ghosting the fluttering slit of your cunt. He allowed for a single finger to graze past your entrance, the lewd squelching spurring you on. “P-Please Keiji…don’t tease me like that. Just–” you sobbed, your hips bucking to meet his fleeting touch.

“Sorry, baby. Not until you tell me how pretty you are,” he whispered, painting your limped jaw with lingering pecks. Drifting down to the pulse of your throat, Akaashi nipped at the skin, leaving the slightest hints of marks in his stead.

His calming tone flew to your ear, earning your hazed attention. “Look in the mirror and repeat after me,” he instructed softly. You nodded concurringly, the lids of your eyes prying from their screwed hold.

You were met with Akaashi’s narrowed glare, the darkened hues of his eyes pinned on you. Embarrassment rang through you, eyes glazing over your pitiful state. What caught your immediate attention was the ruby dress he’d just purchased sitting around your waist.

Not to mention the pornographic sight of your cunt on full display for him, inducing for a merciful whimper to creep out your lungs.

Yet for Akaashi, his own concern was hearing that voice of your repeat every word that soon left from his mouth. “I’m Akaashi’s…” he began, waiting for your frail reply.

“I’m Akaashi’s…” you uttered shyly, the inescapable heat swarming beneath your cheeks. He noticed your resistance, matching it with lingering swipes of his digits between your glossed folds.

“Pretty Girl. I’m Akaashi’s pretty girl,” he compiled together, shifting back into his seat patiently. You swallowed the lump sitting in your throat, bundling the bits of energy to comply with his wishes.

“I-I’m Akaashi’s pretty girl,” you whimpered out at last, granting a smile to spread along his lips.

“That’s my good girl. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

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