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[shiggyscumrag]

I’m just thinking about being a soft bottom until you really need to get shit done. Also being perceived as a soft bottom but really being a soft top.

Too overstimulated from them eating you out? “Bo please I need a break baby!” You say face red and reduced to pathetic whimpered breaths. Face down ass up always has him hooked. Suddenly dropping your hips to the bed he pulls back face stunned. Turning, you face him before kissing deeply, a little desperate. Without a break he lines up and what you’ve wanted finally begins.

He has you splayed wide? Either ankle in his hands you say? “C’mon baby, touch your clit for me.” Kuroo was such a tease but my god his dick felt like heaven. He’s already came twice while you want your first, but when teasing is around so is edging. You wanted that witty tongue of his on your clit instead of your wet fingers. So you stretch your legs out wider causing his hands to slip. A small look of shock shows on his face before your legs find a spot on either side of his shoulders. Gently pushing him down by his shoulders till he’s face first in pussy. “C’mon Testuro, eat it for me.” Stunned his jaw slacked. He could feel his cock get harder by the second. You using his first name always got him riled up. So before you could say anything else he was eatin away like a feral man.

Tired of missionary? You were each others first, so of course you understand a lack of experience. However, you were becoming a bit bored of missionary. You wanted to try something new for a while but were a little too shy to bring it up. “Kei-“ he cuts you off with a kiss. Kissing back he then pulls away continuing his rhythm. With your legs around his hips and hands on his shoulder you flip him onto his back while still in you. Shocked he kept a deadly grip on your hips and a bewildered look in his golden eyes. Before speaking you start to bounce up and grinding a bit hard on the way down. Tsukishima sighed as his head fell back, grip loosening. “Thought you wouldn’t mind since it feels so good.” Snarky of you, yes, but he loved it. The shit eating grin he wore as confirmation. “Don’t mind at all.”

[m4iya]

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Took the wrong backpack ft. Bokuto Kotaro (fluff)

As the blaring sound of the bell rang throughout the school, you stood up, stretching your arms. Exhausted, you planned to immediately head home.

Though as you slid your bag onto your shoulder, a voice spoke through the school intercom, calling you by name to present yourself in the teacher’s lounge.

With a sigh, you dropped your bag on the floor near your desk and headed out

You returned after 10 or so minutes, arms sore from carrying boxes. ‘I’m not an errand runner!’ you thought to yourself as you slid the door to the classroom open. It seemed like everybody was eager to leave, as the classroom was now empty. Walking over to your desk, it looked like your bag had been kicked across the floor, as it was not where you left it. Behind your chair lied what you assumed was your bag; without checking, you tugged on the straps, slinging it over your shoulder as you left the classroom.

After returning home, you dropped the bag on your bedroom floor, slumping onto the bed. Fatigue set in, and you were no longer to keep your heavy eyelids open.

Upon waking up, golden light was no longer peeking through your translucent curtains. The sun seemed to have set a while ago. In an attempt to check the time, you reached for the bag, unzipping it to take your phone out. Though, an array of unfamiliar items met your gaze. Groggily squinting, you rubbed your eyes before hoisting the bag up onto your bed for further inspection. What on earth was all this?

A large pair of sport shoes, a towel, body spray, snacks, workout clothes? Hold on, was there even a single book in here?

Under the cacophony of items was a crinkled notebook. The front read ‘Bokuto Kotaro’ and the inside was practically empty. Flipping through the pages, the only sections with writing looked like they were written by a sleepy child. Words trailed off the page, and it was horrifyingly messy at that. Who on Earth did this bag belong to?

Just as you were about to zip the bag back up and return it to class tomorrow, an idea popped into your head. ‘Perhaps this ‘Bokuto’ has a cell in here as well?’

Sure enough, there was a phone buried inside. Turning it on and attempting to open it was a success as there was no password on it. You weren’t going to snoop around; it wasn’t yours after all. Opening the phone app, you typed in your number, hoping for an answer.

After a few rings, a boy with a vibrant voice picked up. “Hello?”

You turned the phone on loudspeaker to keep your ear in tact. “Yes, hello? Is this Bokuto Kotaro?’

“Yeah, that’s me! How did you get my number..?” He questioned, his voice trailing off. Had this boy seriously not realised the phone he’s holding isn’t his? You heard murmurs in the background as the boy had paused.

“Bokuto, that isn’t your phone.” A faint voice informed him

“What do you mean?” He stopped once more before gasping “..Wait, this isn’t my bag!”  

“I have your bag. Looks like it might’ve gotten swapped.” You responded.

“I’m so sorry! My bag wasn’t on my desk, so I assumed the one on the floor next to mine was for me!”

“Oh, are you my desk-mate? I’ll return the bag to you tomorrow then.”

“No really, I’m sorry about this!” He was a little loud; you could make out someone telling him to keep quiet. “I’ll come by in the morning! What’s your address?” He sincerely offered.  

After wearing your uniform, you made sure the bag was packed with everything that was in it yesterday. Last night, you told him that it was fine and he didn’t need to come over, but he insisted, saying he wanted to apologise properly.

Leaving the house, you shut the door behind you. In front of the gates was a tall boy with grey hair. One that you’d definitely seen before, but couldn’t recall an instance where the two of you spoke. He smiled at you, saying “Good morning!”

Walking towards him, you noticed he was carrying something in both hands. “Sorry about the bag.” He smiled, handing you a cup that seemed to be from your local café. “Do you drink hot chocolate?”

You chuckled, taking the cup from him “You really didn’t have to do that!” He slid the bag off his arm and handed it to you, and you did the same.

“Just something small to apologise!” He said, lifting the bag onto his shoulder as he walked. You followed, walking beside him.

“Thanks.” You smiled warmly, taking a sip.

‘No problem!”  

Once the two of you reached the school gates, you suddenly remembered that there had been homework assigned yesterday, and due to this whole bag fiasco, you weren’t able to do any of it.

“Oh no, I didn’t do the homework!” You panicked.

“Huh? What homework?” He turned to you, perplexed. Right.. the horrors of his notebook said enough.

“I’m going to do it in the library during the break. Wanna tag along?”

“Sure!” You made a mental note to make him do his too.

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[todorokis-girl]

Kiss-Proof and Bokuto-Approved - Bokuto x influencer Reader

During a live review of a new transfer-proof lipstick, Y/N's boyfriend Bokuto Kotaro makes a surprise appearance, fresh out of the shower. His casual kiss not only proves the product's effectiveness but also sends the comment section into a frenzy and helps the product sell out within minutes. Watch the adorable moment that has everyone talking!

Based on this post

Requests are OPEN!

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You adjust the camera on your desk, ensuring the angle is perfect. The ring light casts a soft glow, illuminating your face as you hold up the lip product for your viewers.

"So, I just applied this new transfer-proof lipstick," you announce, your excitement palpable. You press your lips to the back of your hand, displaying the flawless lack of smudging. "Look! No transfer!!"

Just then, Bokuto Kotaro walks past, fresh out of the shower. Droplets of water still cling to his hair, his cheeks flushed from the steam. He's wearing gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips, his black shirt casually thrown over his shoulder, leaving his chiseled abs and biceps on full display.

"Bokuto! Look at this!" you call out excitedly, waving him over.

He stops in his tracks, his eyes lighting up as he sees you. With a curious smile, he makes his way over to you, his damp hair slightly tousled. "Hey, babe. What's up?" he asks, peering at the camera.

"I just tried this new lipstick, and it doesn't transfer at all! See?" You press your lips to the back of your hand again, showing him the proof.

Bokuto's eyes widen in genuine amazement. "Whoa, that's awesome!" He leans in closer to get a better look, his curiosity piqued. "Mind if I test it out?"

Before you can respond, he closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft but lingering kiss. The warmth of his mouth and the familiar taste of him make your heart skip a beat. The kiss is brief but affectionate, leaving you momentarily flustered. He then examines his reflection in your camera, his expression one of genuine interest.

"Yeah, no transfer. Really cool, babe," he says with a grin. He turns back to you, his eyes sparkling with pride. "You're really good at this, you know."

You can't help but smile at his sincerity. "Thanks, Ko. You're the best."

Bokuto glances at the camera again, seemingly noticing it for the first time. "Oh, are you live right now?" he asks, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

"Yeah," you reply, laughing softly. "And I think our viewers are enjoying the show."

The comment section of your live stream is exploding with excitement.

"Omg, did you see that?!"

"That kiss!!! 😍"

"Bokuto is so hot!!!"

"The product is already sold out?!"

Bokuto glances at the comments, his eyes widening in surprise. "Whoa, they're really going crazy, huh?"

You nod, still chuckling. "Yep. You definitely made an impression."

He scratches the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face. "Well, I'm glad you like the lipstick, babe. And I'm glad your fans do too."

With that, he gives you one last affectionate squeeze before heading off to the living room, his damp hair bouncing slightly with each step. You watch him go, a fond smile on your face, before turning back to the camera.

"Well, there you have it, guys," you say with a chuckle. "Not only is this lipstick transfer-proof, but it’s also Bokuto-approved!"

[moonbieee]

That Bokuto with his hair down 👁👁💛✨

[tobenasi]

Boo!

[indigosuvi]

Seeing You Naked

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 581 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

Prompt: Separately, both Kei and Kōtarō accidentally see their significant other naked.

Tsukishima

He had never seen you wear anything other than loose clothing. You preferred the comfortable feeling it gave you. It was growing closer to nighttime, and you were home alone, changing into your pajamas. You didn't hear the sound of Tsukishima letting himself into your shared house. He looked around for you. Surely you hadn't fallen asleep already. It was still too early. He made his way upstairs and walked into the open bedroom. He froze as he saw you, still in the middle of changing. He couldn't help as his eyes slowly traveled up and down your body. His cheeks turned red, he breathed in slowly, and the front of his pants began growing. He said nothing, but quickly and quietly left as quickly as possible and made his way to the bathroom, far away from you, so he couldn't be heard. He hoped you had not seen him and he would never speak of this incident. You had seen nothing and heard nothing, but a door accidentally slammed shut. Tsukishima hadn't meant to close it so forcefully, but he needed to hide quickly. He wouldn't be caught having an erection from unintentionally spying on you. He didn't want to be teased either. In the bathroom, he breathed hard as his back lay against the wood of the door. His pants still felt tight. He locked the door before unzipping his pants and his hand quickly working to free himself from his boxers. His hand grasped himself tightly. He pulled his shirt up and bit down on it, trying to hide any moans that may come from him, as he began to work his hand up and down his length. His pants had already been wet with pre-cum. He would continue working as the images of you flashed in his head. He would never mention this situation to you and instead, pass it off as simply not feeling well.

Bokuto

He was always loud when he came home. He had a bad habit of accidentally throwing the door open, causing it to slam against the wall behind it. He would always announce his presence as if the door wasn't enough. It was something you had grown used to, and you tended to ignore the door slamming. You were in the middle of changing when you heard the door slam open and Bokuto's announcement. He closed the door and raced quickly through the house. He quickly figured you would be upstairs, and he raced up to your shared bedroom. There wasn't enough time for you to cover yourself or put your clothes on when the door to the bedroom was thrown open. You looked at him, surprised and slightly horrified that he could now see your entire body. What an unfortunate situation to be in. He didn't notice and instead; he flopped down on the bed and started talking about his day.

"Bokuto.. um… I.." You were at a loss for words.

He sat up to look at you. "Are you… oh."

He slowly looked you up and down.

"You look great!" He said happily with a smile. His eyes still looking your body up and down before meeting your eyes.

You knew he wouldn't leave, so you took your clothes and went into the bathroom to finish changing. When you returned, Bokuto had left. You weren't sure where he was, but from the many doors in the house. Only the bathroom had been locked, aside from the front door.

© SUVIDRACHE — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

[anime-freek]

[oxytxn]

RIDING HIS THIGH WHILE HE’S WEARING HIS GREY SWEATPANTS. . .

you really didn’t mean to, but with the way you were straddling one of his legs as you cuddled, you couldn’t help yourself to his meaty thigh.

he’s just leaned back on the couch, watching you, analyzing the roll of your hips—being under his piercing gaze made you feel even needier, and he knows it. his eyes notice how yours haze over just slightly as you briefly hit a sweet spot, eliciting such a sweet sound. now that brings a little smile to his face.

and you know you’re making a mess on his pant leg, bare cunt dragging along the fabric as you pant out his name in little whimpers. neither of you actually care that he’ll have to wash these after because you also catch the wet spot at the tip of his cockbulge, imagining a little pearl of arousal leaking out of the red, sensitive tip you adore.

you huff out in frustration, practically edging yourself at this point. opening your eyes, your gaze meets his as he stares with a ghost of a smirk. “you okay? need something?”

what a shithead—he’s really wanting you to say it out loud. he does this every damn time.

“please,” you murmur in an attempt to save face.

“please what? use your words, baby.”

you huff out once again, but it comes out as more of a whine. while your pride is on the line, so is your orgasm.

so you slow down, staying at a gentle rhythm as you whisper out, “please help me cum.”

“help you with what? a little louder.”

you were about to explode from his teasing—damn him. “please help me cum,” you repeat louder, maintaining eye contact.

his hands snake up your thighs to your hips as he purrs a soft, “good girl. was that so hard?”

guiding your movements, he flexes his thigh to perfectly bump against your clit. a little cry escapes you as your hips move faster, chasing your delicious high.

“pleasepleaseplease—” you’re panting against him, cresting that hill where you’re gushing all over his sweats. he pulls you into a hungry kiss as he groans into your mouth, releasing in his pants and helping you both ride out your highs.

“there we go, baby.”

later that night, you notice four pairs of grey sweatpants added to your shared amazon cart.

guess he enjoyed it too. ᢉ𐭩

hq ⟡ TSUKISHIMA KEI, oikawa tooru, KYOUTANI KENTARO, kenma kozume, YAKU MORISUKE, bokuto koutaro, MIYA ATSUMU, kuroo tetsurou, UKAI KEISHIN, iwaizumi hajime, your fave.

jjk ⟡ GETO SUGURU, nanami kento, GOJO SATORU, choso kamo, FUSHIGURO TOJI, your fave.

aot ⟡ JEAN KIRSTEIN, levi ackerman, PORCO GALLIARD, zeke jaeger, your fave.

masterlist.

been thinking about this a lot recently…🕊️ inspired by a convo @scaredy-katts and i had a while back

mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©oxytxn 2025.

[semiloml]

cw: size kink, pussy drunk! bokuto, unprotected sex, overstimulation, manhandling, reblogs and comments are very appreciated!!<3

“Fuck—‘m sorry, baby, I can’t—I can’t stop—”

Bokuto’s voice was wrecked, his breath hot against your skin as he slammed into you, holding you down like you’d disappear if he let go.

His massive frame caged you in, thick arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you still as he fucked into you with desperate, hungry thrusts.

You were already so fucked out, legs shaking, body limp beneath him, but Bokuto—Bokuto wasn’t done.

“T-too much—‘Koutarou—!”

“Nah,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes wild, blown-out and glassy. “Feels too good, baby. So tight—fuck, I swear you’re getting tighter—”

A deep, broken moan ripped from his throat, his hips shuddering as his fat cock dragged against your sensitive walls, hitting spots so deep they made your toes curl.

“S’too big, ‘Ko—!” You sobbed, your hands gripping his biceps, fingers barely able to wrap around the thick muscle.

“You can take it,” he panted, voice dripping with something dangerously sweet. “Know you can. My good girl—always takes me so well.”

He pulled out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, making your back arch off the bed.

“Ohhh, fuck, yeah,” Bokuto whined, his voice breaking as he ground himself deep, rolling his hips like he was trying to mold you to his shape. “Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so good—gonna make me cum so fast—!”

His cock throbbed inside you, his thick veins pressing against your walls, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. You felt so full, stretched to your limit, your stomach bulging just slightly from the sheer size of him.

Bokuto groaned at the sight, pressing his palm to the little bump, feeling himself inside you.

“Shit, look at that,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something almost dangerous. “Splitting you right open, huh? Fuck, baby, you were made for this dick—made for me—”

Your walls fluttered around him, and Bokuto gasped, his grip on your hips bruising.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck—don’t do that, baby, fuck, ‘m gonna cum—”

His pace stuttered, thrusts turning erratic, desperate, his breath ragged as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he moaned, his voice breaking. “Gonna make you so full—fuck, take it—take all of it—”

With a final, wrecked groan, Bokuto spilled inside you, his whole body trembling as his cock twitched, filling you with thick ropes of cum. He shuddered, pressing his face into your neck, still rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts, pushing it all deeper.

“Shit,” he panted, arms tightening around you. “Still so hard—can’t get enough—”

And with the way he was already rutting back into you, his cock twitching, aching for more—you knew he meant it.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: BOOMSHAKALAKA THANK YOU ALL FOR THE GREAT SUPPORT

[stunie]

“NEEDIN’ A RIDE REAL, REAL BAD!!”

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

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

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

KUROO TETSUROU.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe too casual.

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

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

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

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

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

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

MIYA ATSUMU.

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

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

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

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

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

You want that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His prayers go unanswered.

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

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

SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

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

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

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

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

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

He’s just gotta see how you look.

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

“No.” he says flatly. “You don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can.”

DAICHI SAWAMURA.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI.

You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s silent.

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

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

“Wouldn’t it feel better like this?”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

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

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

He swallows thickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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A/N: Since TikTok is got banned and then unbanned and people are making 2020 style edits again while reminiscing I’ve gotten plenty of haikyuu edits 😋 so I’m gonna make some thirsts for my favorite haikyuu post time skip men!!!

Characters included: Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukishima, Iwazumi, Ushijima

Warnings: oral, fingering, cursing, pregnancy/breeding mentioned, dry humping, getting manhandled/picked up and moved around (gently), praise (sorry if I forget anything)

Kuroo

Your ass would do the stupid video trend on TikTok to the “a boy who’s jacked and kind” sound where your bf is supposed to lift you up on his shoulder. You decide to hump his face last minute instead. The video is hilarious, just as you planned, however you didn’t plan what followed. Laughing your ass off he body slams you onto the couch laughing along. You hear him stop laughing and look him in his eyes. With no warning he’s slinking down between your legs spreading them wide. “Testsuro what are you doing?!” You say with a confused giggle. “Your cute face and stupid joke is making me want to eat you out.” He states while stripping you of your pants and panties. “So I’m gonna.” He said matter of fact before diving in like a man starved. The way he uses his tongue always has your eyes rolling. Not to mention the way his fingers fit and curl perfectly inside you hitting all the right spots.

Bokuto

All up on you ALL THE TIME!!! You love it but damn. Rubbing up on you whenever he’s needy but is too nervous to ask for help. So once you realize what he’s up too you stop him. Make him beg a little before giving into his pleads. “Feels so good baby, always feel so good!” He whimpered pitifully. You then gave him the permission to rub against your clothed cunt until he busted all over your stomach. “Fuck you look so beautiful like this.” “Thank you, Bo.” You say with a wide smile flushed pink from his compliment. “Can I eat you out now? Or fuck babies into you? Or both actually if you’ll let that be an option!!” “What??” That escalated quickly, but you’re not mad at it.

Iwazumi

In my headcanon I don’t think Iwa would be a fan of explicit pda. Hand holding, hugs and the occasional peck on the cheek is fine. Nothing too heavy. The exact opposite to this though, is he will whisper the filthiest things into your ear in public. Hand in your back pocket and head leaning into your ear he squeezes the right cheek “Your ass is mine when we get to the house. Spread and wet for me.” The side eye you give is lethal. Another time you’re on the sidelines with him during a practice match, nothing new just observing the game together. Out of nowhere he turns to you and you lean in to listen and thinking it’s going to be a regular comment on the game. Nope. “Your ass in those pants is giving me a boner. Gonna use the hell out of you later.” What the hell? You try to hide the punch of shock rocking your gut. Along with the quiver of your walls.

Ushijima

This man is physically so strong I just know he has no problem picking you up and throwing you around. I know every character is strong due to their athleticism but this man…he’s something different. You’re on the couch watching tv, he’ll come pick you up bridal style and sit back down cuddling up to you as if nothing happened. Other times your both hot and bothered in bed one night with you saying you’re “to tired, so help”. Without skipping a beat he grabs your hips picking you up and straddling you on him. Next thing you know he’s got you bouncing on his cock and coming from his fingers rubbing your clit. “I’m cumming!!” Fucking you through your high he slowly pulls you off him after he finishes. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.” Even after long games he’ll come home and toss you around the way he wants you. When he’s feeling particularly needy and pent up he’ll get slightly sassy with it. “Don’t move!” He said panting pace haltering before picking up faster. “I’ll move you how I want you.” Flipping you over face down, ass up. He’s magical, a perfect brute himbo for a pillow princess.

Tsukishima

Love kissing your neck and jaw. Hates that he can’t leave hickies openly all over your neck. You both have professional careers and like to keep you love life private. So in order to satiate his craving to mark your neck he instead marks your inner thighs and pelvis. Or your chest and stomach in the winter. Leaves little love bites on your ears lobes since they won’t leave marks. “Tsuki that’s really close!” You say flushed and embarrassed. He was leaving a fat hickey right next to your clit. It felt interesting, but in a good way. Slight pleasure but not there obviously. A tease perhaps? Pulling back with a pop he drug two of his fingers through your slick up to flick your clit at the end. “You’re soaking wet. I think you’re enjoying this plenty.” He chuckled at your whimper before blowing cold air on your clit. Dragging his warm tongue next he drew circles. Your eyes roll back and your hands find his hair and one of your nipples.

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Bleak promises Bokuto Kotaro (angst, post high school, misunderstanding)

You dragged your finger across the surface of the photo frame. Since when was it so dusty?

Inside it was a picture that captured a moment practically etched into your memory. You smiled into the camera, holding your diploma of graduation with your closest friends on each side. One of them had his arm slung over your shoulder, his smile so large that you felt like you could still hear it now, all these years later.

And today you had to revisit everything—to go through the same feeling of your heart sinking whenever you thought of him, being overwhelmed by yells and the sound of his name being called by those who surrounded you.

A few days ago, your old high school group chat was revisited by him, who sent a couple invites to a game that he'd be playing in. If not for one of your friends messaging you privately, you wouldn't have decided to go.

"Maybe you can smoothen things out this time around." She reasoned.

You didn't think so. There was practically no reason for you to attend this game of his, inside such a large and bustling arena that would make you feel disorientated. Having to see him run across the court; completely unaware of what you were going through, smiling and laughing beside his new team—that same smile that you used to lose yourself in.

The same smile that always made sure you were happy, that never left your side.

You didn't think he'd realise what was wrong. But maybe a small part of you still held out a little, thinking that with time, he’d change.You promised yourself that you'd wait to see things out until the end—to talk to him if you could make it through the crowds.

it might be said

Taking your seat in the stands, you watched as he and his team made their way into the court; the bright lights, roaring voices of the crowds—it was all too familiar. You had hoped to leave the moments it forced you to recall in the past, so as to not taint it with your negativity.

It used to be something you looked forward to, having attended numerous of their practice sessions, then watching all of that hard work be put into play as they went on to compete on a national level. Despite them not taking first place, it wasn’t anything that you could've imagined yourself even coming close to. All of that perseverance, months of training—despite not taking first place, the thought of quitting never seemed to cross his mind even once.

It was all too much for you. All this confrontation, forcing yourself to be here even though you were aware of how little you'd actually do. Promising yourself to do things that you wouldn't end up fulfilling.

After you confirmed their victory at the end of the match, you stood from your seat, making your way to the exit. Looks like you really were a coward; unable to watch him play like you used to, and leaving as soon as it was over. As soon as you reached the doors of the building, your phone sounded; picking it up, you saw a name on the screen—one that hadn’t shown up there in years.

“Hello?” You held the phone to your ear.

“Hey! You came, right?” The fading ambience of the court lingered in the background. Was he looking for you?

“Yeah, I’m just about to leave now.” You could’ve just walked out of the building, telling him you’d already left; finally putting an end to whatever this was.

But you didn’t.

He told you to stay where you were, that he’d be coming to you.

And so you stood there, waiting. A few minutes passed, and your thoughts wondered off; What did you do to mess up? Maybe if you were more forward with your feelings, more outright, less clingy, less annoying; would things have turned out differently?

Maybe—to put it plain and simple—it was nothing more than him being disinterested in you.

Suddenly, an all too familiar voice forcefully dragged you out of your train of thought. Looking in the direction of the sound, you watched as he walked towards you, bag slung over his shoulder, no longer wearing his uniform.

"You’re leaving?"

"Yeah. I told them I had something on," His lips tugged into a gentle smile. "How've you been?"

"Good." You replied, fiddling with the fabric of your sleeve. You couldn't think of much else to say—so much for promising yourself that you'd change. It's not like you could come outright and ask him "Hey, where have you been? Why did you cut me off? Did you find someone else? Was I not interesting enough?"

And it’s not like he’d ever know what you were thinking. Not when you spoke in such a sweet tone, smiling with as much warmth as you could muster—you weren’t mentally prepared for confrontation. But you knew that masking your emotions wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Who knew the next time you’d be able to see to him? To stand in front of him with all his attention focused on you alone; beaming excitedly, treating you like someone he'd never let go.

It was either you spoke now, or acted like nothing ever happened—continuing to wallow in your thoughts as you struggled to escape the loop of self depreciation you'd been forced into.

But.. maybe it would change things between you two.

"Everything alright?" He questioned.

"Bokuto, I—" You struggled to choke the words out, "I need to tell you about something."

His brows furrowed in confusion, tilting his head slightly. "Whats up?"

The words were on the tip of your tongue, a few simple statements, having been condensed through years of overthinking and worries. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Oh, just a second!"

He turned to the side, answering his phone call. Upon finishing, he informed you that he had to leave due to him being called back by one of his teammates for a group meeting. He promised he'd call you back, insisting that your conversation wasn't over yet. With that, he took off; your eyes lingering on his back until he was no longer in sight.

Once again, another promise that you couldn't see being fulfilled. If he didn't couldn't keep his promise of staying beside you, what would make you think he'd keep it this time around?

You looked down at your feet, too weak to form an expression that could describe what you were feeling right now. It was still the same—he hadn't changed. You really weren't anything much to him at all, just another person from his graduating class. Just another girl that he happened to see after a while.

Just someone that he couldn't spend even a minute of his time on, to listen to what they had to say even if he didn't really care deep down inside.

Having received your answer, you promised yourself that to no longer mull over something that only made you feel worse with time.

But who were you kidding? Sure, he couldn’t fulfil his promise, but neither could you.

You never did change, after all, so what made you think that you could now?

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bokuto kotaro

- making out after a long day

- eating you out like it’s his dinner

- taking care of you like a goddess

- taking you as he pleases

- lives to see you on top of him

- don’t even know he’s making you squirt

hajime iwaizumi

- fingering his girl and making sure she loves it

- when he has bad days, you’re the first one to know it

- late nights back shots

- how he hold your tits cause he loves them

- coming home to his sweet wife after a rough day

suna rintaro

- taking a video of you riding him so beautifully

- making sure you’re moaning loudly

- when he’s lazy

- asking videos of you when he’s far for a game

- he lives to tease you

- never finish without making you squirt

atsumu miya

- atsumu loves it rough

- cum just at the sight of you

- pics he’d keep carefully

- just the tip? nah.

- mutual masturbation

- “you’re gonna break the bed!” “we’ll get a new one”

kenma kozume

- when he’s too lazy and wants to see you do all the work beautifully

- the beautiful lace set he bought you

- you distracted him from his games

- still making you do the work

- after a long exhausting stream

- kenma is lazy but when he’s into something…

kuroo tetsuro

- autopilot is useful in his new car

- knows just how to make you see the stars

- ass guy

- red is still his favourite color

- couldn’t even wait to be in the bed

- taking you right before the shower

kageyama tobio

- always fond of his girl

- burry himself deep

- fingering while his dick is in your ass

- eating you out like it’s a competition

- the first time you did it you thought he was gentle when it came to sex

- he does so much workout for volley and this

[moechies]

bokuto and his big, fat, heavy cawk :3 he feels bad, he really does when you tell him it hurts — too big and the stretch is too much. but, you’re so pretty like this, splayed out underneath him with no means of escaping. at least not from his grasp. just let him have this, okay? just this once, and he’ll make you feel better later — kiss you all over and eat out your sweet pussy … and a good fingering too ! just let him use that pretty little pussy for a while … ♡

but god , don’t tell him ‘please, it won’t fit,’ because the big dumb brute will only get competitive and want to prove you wrong :(

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