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[shiggyscumrag]

Studying can't wait, and neither can he

Synopsis: Boyfriend Bokuto comes over to your dorm when you’re in the middle of studying for finals. He sees that you’re visibly stressed and decides to help you under your desk while you study.

Authors Notes: I recently reblogged a bokuto smut where bokuto finds out you're wearing strawberry shortcake panties and eats you out to filth, but you're just buddy ol pals and I love that- so I was inspired~

There are two words that every college student dreads. Finals Week. You are in fact one of those college students that is absolutely dreading the hellish week. You know you need to study, but you really don't want too. You've been pushing it off for the last week and the deadlines are drawing near. In an effort to be responsible, you stop procrastinating and decide to study.

You shout to your roommates that you're studying and to not bother you. They agree and wish you luck. You smile say thanks and get to work. Popping in your headphones you tune out any distractions. That is until your boyfriend decides to make an unsolicited visit. No texts. No calls. Just shows up out of nowhere.

Startled would be the nicest way to put it when your boyfriend busted open your door shouting your name and giving you a hug. You did scream. You can tell your roommates tried to stop him by them standing in shock in the doorway. They looked at eachother and back at you. Seeing your sully expression they spoke first.

"Uh...we'll let you guys talk this one out!" One of your roommates spoke up while pushing the other towards their room out of sight.

Bokuto looks and closes the door before turning to you.. He had jumped at your yelp and immediately apologizes. "Y/n! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" He goes in for a hug that keeps you seated in your chair as you let out a long sigh. Swiveling around you give him a stern look.

"It's okay, I know you didn’t mean to scare me. You didn't give me a warning though! You just busted in here out of nowhere while I was trying to study!" He stood before you with a sickly cute frown and puppy dog eyes. You felt bad about scolding him for just trying to be a loving boyfriend. You stood from your chair and put your hands on either side of his face holding him close. "Look, I'm not mad. Just remember to send a text next time okay?"

He nodded profusely while holding your hips bringing you in for another hug. You squeeze him tightly for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I have an exam tomorrow and I really need to study. You have two options." He looks down at you as you hold up two fingers. "One. You can sit on my bed and wait patiently for me to get done then we can cuddle and watch a movie when I'm finished." He immediately nodded. "Option number two is that you can go back to your dorm and I'll text you when I'm done."

"No, no I'd rather sit here with you and wait. I like your company even if you aren't saying anything." Dear god he is so precious.

"Okay. Here's some headphones you can use and feel free to also use my blanket. It's a little chilly." You said pointing to the blanket rolled up on top of your mattress.

"Okay!!" He said planting a kiss on your cheek and practically hurling himself onto your bed. The screams of the springs make you cringe but you can't help but smile at his pretty face.

Turning around you get back to work and start to shuffle through your notes trying to find that specific paragraph that has the answers to your last topic for the exam. You've been looking for this stupid section for at least 10 minutes, flipping and flipping pages without any luck. It should be here. You remember writing it down, so where is it? You can feel yourself tensing up but you can't stop growing more furious by the minute. Letting out many sighs and groans of distress you shouldn't be surprised when your boyfriend comes down and gives you a hug from behind and plants kisses on your cheek.

"Not the time Bo." You cut him short of his affection. You're in the zone and plan to stay there until you find that god damn paragraph.

"You seem upset. It's not good to study when you're upset. You won't remember anything other than being mad." Your heart swells at the way he says it. You can feel the hurt laced in his voice, the concern.

"Bo, I have to. If I don't find this part there's a good chance I'll fail this exam tomorrow." You shake your head turning to him. "I know you're worried about me being stressed but I'd be more stressed if I wasn't studying. I just need to find this section and I promise I'll give you attention and take a break." You try to turn around but he holds you in place, his and your face nose to nose.

"What if you took a little break? It'll help you calm down enough to help you study after. Maybe even help find that paragraph cause your head will be clear." He looks like a kicked puppy with the pout on his face.

"Fine, but only five minutes. You wanna cuddle?" You ask looking up at him.

"No. I wanna eat you out." How crass. He states that as if it was obvious! His hands make their way towards your pajama pants.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?" You say startled grabbing his hands. "What's all this about? I thought you just wanted to cuddle and watch a movie?" Looking down at his face you can see a little sparkle in his big bright eyes.

"No, you said we could cuddle and watch a movie. Which I'd love to do, but I'd also love to eat you out." He said hands massaging your hips. The feel of his tight grip has a shiver running up your spine, or was it the cold air from the fan? Either way, his handsome face was pretty convincing.

"Okay, but like you said only five minutes. And you better make me cum." You say teasingly, a small smirk on your face as you lift your legs over his shoulders.

"When have I not sweetheart?" A smirk spread across his cheeks as he starts peeling off your shorts. He flings them over his shoulders when he finally gets them off making you chuckle as he takes in the fact that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Naughty naughty girl.”

Before you could retort back he dove down and all you could do is let out a squeal. Tongue flicking up and down on your clit as his middle finger circles your hole. You gasp as his middle and pointer finger sink into your pussy. Pumping slow and steady at the same pace of his tongue sucking on your clit. You check your timer and it’s down to 3 minutes 26 seconds.

“Three minutes bo.” Your voice gives out on you in this moment, your statement coming out in between pants. Your hand finds his hair digging into his scalp a little harder than anticipated. Bokuto can’t help the groan he let out, you sounded so pathetic. You looked so strung out from his tongue and two fingers alone. He always loved watching you take his cock. He groaned against your pussy again as his cock throbbed hard against his other palm.

Your head rolls back as his fingers begin to curl delicately, desperately against your walls. You clench around his fingers hard. It feels so damn delicious.

“Don’t fucking stop!” You beg beginning to grind against his face. He closes his eyes trying his best not to cream his pants. Sucking a little faster and pumping the same steady rhythm, going opposite of your hips. You see white as you feel your walls spasm against his fingers. Fuck.

“Bo I’m cumming!” You whimper out. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you shudder under his touch a little sensitive but mainly horny. You pull his face out of your pussy and he finally looks you in the eyes. He’s love drunk.

“What are you doing? The five minutes isn’t up!” He stammers coming up from between your legs and kisses you hard.

“You could masterbate over my pussy?” You stop leaning over to check the timer.

“A minute fifty five left.” You say almost like a question. He can’t resist when you flutter your pretty lashes up at him.

He finds himself standing up and pulling his dick out in less than a millisecond. He’s stroking himself over your pretty swollen pussy running against your red clit. You let out a tiny moan, not wanting your roommates to hear these antics. You both find each other’s eyes, list filled tension filled the gap between you. Even with the cold fan pointed right on you both, you were both hot to the touch. Right as the timer goes off he moans slightly to loud and busts all over your clit. You moan quieter than him and grab his throat pulling him into a deep kiss. You fumble for your phone to turn off the alarm and separate from the kiss.

[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 while 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 Earths bag did you mistakenly take?

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 his 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 safe. “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, yet calm 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 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 worries!”  

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.. his notebook sure was an interesting sight.

“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!

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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

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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.

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[anime-freek]

[nanaluvskil]

[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.”

[raisunomii]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a setter must be in want of a spiker.

[120age-120ace]

2->3

[makkir0ll]

"hmm, is it green apple?"

you giggle in his arms, shaking your head no and smile as he leans down to press another kiss on your lips.

the past fifteen minutes had been spent trapped under his arms while he kisses your plump, flavourful, lips. it started out when you put on some chapstick and he asks for some. you knew that this was his way of getting a kiss, but when his lips press against yours the flavor is different than your normal vanilla, its fruitier. "what flavor is that?" he asks, pulling you closer to him to plant another kiss on your lips, "berry?"

"no" you say smiling as you await his actions. hoping that he does exactly what you expect him too.

and he falls into your trap. the next fifteen minutes are spent with his lips on yours as he guesses what flavor it could be. strawberry? mango? pineapple?

all no.

at this point all he could taste was his own spit on your lips. completely kissed away all the chapstick that coated your lips. he breaks the last kiss with a whine.

"y/n put some more on, i can't taste it anymore." he loosens his grip on your body as you shift underneath him to find the chapstick in your pocket.

"close your eyes, i dont want you to see the label." you tell him and he obliges, squeezing his eyes shut in a childish manner as you apply the chapstick on your lips.

once you're done you toss the tube away, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down, he's smiling. his lips press against yours yet again but this time it's different. the kiss is deeper, he cups your face and his toungue swipes on your lips and you open your mouth slightly to let the wet muscle enter. it takes your breath away and you start to feel dizzy from his touch and all the sensations happening around you. he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you. your eyes are still closed, processing what happened when you hear him say,

"it's berry isnt it?"

you nod your head no, hoping he will kiss you like that again, and he does. but little do you know that he caught a glimpse of the berry graphic on the label when you pulled out the chapstick from your pocket.

HINATA SHOYO. (probably doesn't notice the label though tbh). BOKUTO, hanamaki, oikawa fucking tooru, sugawara (he knew from the start it was berry but goes along with the act to amuse you), akaashi (same as sugawara). NISHINOYA. (same as shoyo, genuinely continues to guess), ATSUMU. KITA FUCKING SHINSUKE (he knew from the first kiss, but realized that this made you happy). KUROO. SUNAAAAA.

[tsukimirecs]

olympic team hq!! // fic recommendations

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atsumu

neon lights (in a world gray) triple trouble drunk mind sober heart green with envy a commemoration of firsts till one of us caves long black anyways, don't be a stranger

kageyama

fate when one door closes stolen kisses miscommunication him?! haunt me volleyball on the brain you can hear it in the silence

sakusa

soft and wet public transit miscarry it's still love drawing our moments bed this victory is mine, and yours touch starved

oikawa

babygirl pinch two stories settle always perfect pain split here's to the sixth time

ushijima

request trust fall atlas bitter / sweet soft, but for you only in time page 304

bokuto

inferior an accidental heroine as loud as you like lucid swept up in the moment heart attack

[fatherbrat]

precious baby boy bokuto, who cums so easily but has stamina for days, a lethal combination that means he’ll be filling you to the brim with his cum every time you fuck. he whines as he eases into you, obscenities already spilling from his lips before he even bottoms out. just a few pumps in and he’s already tossing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he shoots his first load deep inside your pussy. he doesn't stop though, doesn't even slow down. he just keeps going and going and going, rutting into you over and over again until you’re twitchy and overstimulated, mind hazy and eyes glazed over. there are fluids everywhere, tears staining your cheeks, spit and drool on your lips and his fingers, his cum spilling out of your cunt and soaking the sheets beneath you. you’re almost relieved when he finally pulls out, only for his mouth to replace his cock as he buries his tongue inside you, insisting you let him clean up the mess he made.

[jrrwindsaor]

akaashi x bokuto ♥

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[tnkisu]

post game 💤