#i had to answer this ask as soon as i saw the photo on twt because it's topical!!

[mcyt-cats]

Zlob and Red! My favourite streaming duo

This is a very flattering photo of Red, as you can see lol. Also, can we get an o7 for the recap boys? They've got a lot of epsiode ones to recap after today!

[cafedanslanuit]

- ̗̀ it's been a minute since i had something so sweet ̖́-

day seven squirting ft. bokuto koutarou [haikyuu!!]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab reader, msby!bokuto, camboy!bokuto (bokuto runs his own +18 twt acc), fingering (f receiving), squirting, sex tape (bokuto consensually records), a little bit of overstimulation, a bit of nipple play, praising!!, established couple <3

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Bokuto’s got a dirty little secret.

He knows how most of his teammates and friends see him. He’s the happy-go-lucky talented guy they can always count on, the one who will make a comment that will get everyone laughing and the one who will lift their team’s spirit after losing a couple points. Even after you started dating, he was still the aloof Bokuto, sweet and caring with lover— nothing they hadn't seen before.

Maybe that was one of the reasons he enjoyed doing this so much. What started as thirst traps on an anonymous Twitter account had quickly evolved in videos of him touching himself on full display. Bokuto had never anticipated the high of the thousands of likes he received daily, as well as the comments of both men and women desiring him so badly, even if they had never seen his face. The anonymity of it made it even more exciting and soon he was reaching a follower count of four digits.

But then, he met you. Sweet little thing that loved him as intensely as he loved you. As the relationship progressed, you had both shared racy photos and videos and he made sure to cater his videos to your taste. He had found out you liked when you could hear him moan as he fucked his fist and when you got to see him come, his cock twitching as spurts of cum fell on his abs. The videos he sent you were so much more fun to make than his regular ones— and soon he started feeling guilty.

That was when he decided to tell you the truth. Sitting on his bed, you listened to him explain how it all started and took his phone when he placed it on your hands with shaky hands. Bokuto wasn’t sure if he had seen correctly when you pressed your thighs together as you scrolled down his Twitter profile in silence. After seeing the preview of three or four videos, you raised your head and felt your heart clench at the unsure expression in Bokuto’s eyes.

“I think this is really hot, Kou,” you admitted with a soft voice and it was amazing how his eyes seemed to gleam at your words.

Before you could continue, his lips were on yours, devouring your mouth and pushing you on the bed. You giggled in between the kiss, smiling when Bokuto started kissing your neck, his hands already sliding underneath your shirt.

“I mean it,” you pressed, moaning softly when Bokuto sucked the skin between your jaw and your ear. “I love the ones you send me, I’m not surprised other people like it as well.”

“You’re not mad?” he asked against your neck.

“No. I mean— you don’t really, uh… interact with your followers, right? Like, I saw you only posted but didn’t really reply, so I thought—”

“Don’t talk to any of them,” he quickly answered, hovering over your face for a brief second. “Only you. There’s only you for me.”

“Well, then I think it’s pretty hot,” you chuckled before pulling him closer and crashing your lips against his.

Bokuto kissed you passionately, lips sliding against each other as he supported his weight on his elbows, not wanting to crush you. He licked your bottom lip and sucked it gently, loving the small groan you made before he went back to kiss you again.

“How did I end up so lucky?” he sighed, going back to kiss you again and again. “You’re so perfect. So, so perfect for me.”

“I could say the same thing,” you said, your fingers running across his back.

“Can I record us?”

You pushed Bokuto away by the shoulders, taken aback by his sudden suggestion. You raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, a little bit dumbfounded.

“Huh?”

“Shit, sorry— we don’t have to. I just… you mentioned the ones I send you, which are— they are completely different from the ones I upload. And I thought about the ones you usually send me. And… they’re so hot. You’re so hot, baby,” he breathed out, his eyes lowering to your breasts and then back to your lips. “I don’t have to upload it, no— we don’t even have to record it, shit, I’m so sorry, just forget—”

“Okay.”

It was now Bokuto’s turn to look at you, a confused expression on his face.

“Record us,” you said. “I’ll decide about uploading it when it’s done.”

That was how you had ended up in the position you were now. Bokuto’s phone was propped up on the bed while you were sitting in front of him, your back resting on your boyfriend’s chest as his hands roamed around your naked body. He pinched and twisted your nipples gently, loving the way you squirmed when he hadn’t even properly touched you.

One of his big hands made its way to your pussy, wet from all the touches and kisses he had left on your skin as he undressed you. He gathered your slick on two of his fingers and spread it all over your folds, his dick twitching at the tiny little whimpers that left your mouth. His golden eyes travelled to his screen, where even if both your heads were out of the frame, he could clearly see your pretty count on display.

Bokuto started circling around your clit, waiting until you were bucking your hips and trying to meet his hand for him to actually touch it. The whine you made was heavenly, eyes closed and head thrown back against his shoulder as he rubbed your clit. He turned his head and pressed one, two kisses on your temple. He watched on his screen as your boobs jiggled due to how fast you were breathing and he closed his free hand on one of them, his fingers fondling it as his thumb played with your nipple.

Wanting you to last a little longer, he stopped his movements and let his fingers travel downwards to your needy hole, that was already clenching around nothing, begging for more of him. And who was him to deny anything his pretty girl wanted?

He pushed two fingers inside, taking his time as he did so. He knew how thick his fingers were and how you loved the burn whenever he stretched you. He shushed you tenderly as you tried to fuck yourself on his hand and he circled your waist with his other hand, keeping you in place as he started pumping his fingers.

His bedroom quickly filled with your sweet moans and the lewd sound of his fingers fucking your soaking hole. A part of Bokuto wished he could capture your expression, but at the same time, he was glad he was the only one who got to see you like this. He kissed your cheek and pressed his palm on your clit, feeling your body jolt in pleasure as he moved his hand.

You turned your head towards him, your lips capturing his in a needy kiss. He swallowed all your whimpers and bit your bottom lip, loving the loud whine he caused. Your tongue slid inside his mouth, sloppy and rough and yet Bokuto wouldn’t have it any other way. He kissed you back matching your energy, his fingers curling inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, closing your eyes tightly. He took a look at you and couldn’t help but buck his hips against your ass. A thin coat of sweat covered your face, dazy eyes and swollen lip smeared in saliva as you looked at him.

“You close?” he silently mouthed, always avoiding to reveal his natural voice on camera. You nodded, biting your own lip and he pressed another kiss on your lips.

Bokuto removed his fingers from you but before you could complain, he started quickly rubbing your clit. You let out a small cry as you felt your orgasm rushing, paired with another feeling you adjudicated it to that being the first time you were on film. Your boyfriend tightened his hold on your waist as his index and middle fingers kept stimulating your clit in quick motions.

One look at Bokuto’s camera was all you needed to fall apart. Seeing his large, beefy arms holding you in place while his thighs were wide open behind you was more enticing than you had ever predicted. The way he touched you, so caring yet so dominant was the last drop for you to come hard. You cried out as you reached your orgasm, white light filling your sight as your body tensed.

“Fuck, that’s so hot— that’s so fucking hot— keep— fuck, baby—”

Bokuto’s hushed and needy whispers made you look at the screen once more, and you could see a clear liquid spraying from you. He kept flicking his fingers over your clit, making you gush again, your voice nothing but a mess of moans and choked-out cries. The more he moved his fingers, the more you kept on squirting, the new sensation making your head spin.

It took a couple of moments for your high to end, your hand wrapping around Bokuto’s wrist to get him to stop. He immediately did and went to stroke your thighs, leaving small kisses on your collarbone and shoulder. Leaning forward, he stretched his arm and took his phone, ending the recording and setting it on his nightstand.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he said, his big hands all over your body as his raging boner kept pressing on your ass. “Didn’t know you could do that.”

“Mmm, you make me wanna do all sorts of new things, apparently,” you teased him, turning your head and kissing his cheek. “Want me to help you with that?” you ask, rubbing yourself against his cock.

Bokuto’s grin made your heart skip a bit and soon enough your back was against the mattress, his big arms caging you on the bed as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

[toujourseven]

Under the Radar | 3

A/N: Flashback!

Sorry for those expecting a steamy continuation of the ménage à trois. We'll get back to that in the next chapters. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

I kind of decided to include a plot. It just flowed and it would be nice to put some late 20s perspective as the boys are slowly growing up to be dadd-- adults ahem. I hope you enjoy and I am SO SORRY for the late update.I will try to add Chapter 3 next week. keyword: try!!

Do you guys prefer --short chapters but frequent updates OR --long chapters but longer updates?

Stream PTD for baton pass!!! （＊＾ω＾）♪ hugsssss find me on twt @toujourseven ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

Plot: RM of world-renowned group BTS met you on his private vacation. Things get serious as you both value the same things, including relationships– monogamous relationships, or?

Theme: smut with plot | canon - BTS as world stars Pairing: OC x Namjoon x Jungkook Warnings: Idol BTS | Canon | Threesome, DubCon | Explicit 18+ | Chapters: one | two | three

Flashback-- 2 months ago

You moved the gear into park and reached for your camera bag haphazardly thrown in the backseat. You were so excited to walk around the hidden coast as part of your solo travels. You looked around the area and noticed that it was indeed a secluded place, judging by the lack of people milling around. There were a couple of local restaurants attached into the residents’ houses. And a lone bus stop can be seen just along the edge of the parking bay. 

It was late in the afternoon and it was the perfect time to capture some photos. You marveled at the pink sand and long stretch of beach. Nobody was swimming, and only a handful of people were scattered along the beach. A couple were laid on a blanket on one area, and a man was sitting atop some rocks with his headphones on. You walked farther ahead where you won’t disturb the other nature spectators and filmed a couple of videos and photos for your travel vlog. The peaceful vibe also stimulated your brain and it pushed you to record some prose on your phone. Nothing can spark creativity better than nature, and sadness, you suppose. 

After the sun has set, your stomach began growling. You only ate brunch and you realized it was not good to be this hungry if you were planning to eat lots of seafood for dinner. You traced back your steps towards the local businesses and chose a quaint restaurant with a rustic theme. The locals were friendly and one of the residents hanging out even sat beside your table to chat with you. After a comfortable pause, while the aged woman let you eat your meal, you heard her think out loud, “Oh poor dear, there are no more buses that come at this hour. He must have missed his ride. The next bus will arrive tomorrow morning.”

You followed her gaze and you saw the man wearing headphones earlier sitting under the bus shed, checking his watch and looking back and forth the road. Suddenly, the friendly woman stood up, presumably to inform the man of his mishap. 

You finished your meal and was paying for it when the old woman returned, the man with headphones in tow. He was very tall and he was wearing a cap and a mask. He looked awkward and a bit sheepish, he must have realized his mistake already. “Oh hey dear, thank goodness you are still here. You mentioned that you were going back to the city tonight, correct? Would you be so kind to give this man a ride on your way?” Then the woman ushered closer to you and stage-whispered, “It’s fine, he’s a jolly nice man, and I made sure he is not dangerous.” Then in a normal volume of voice, “He’s a tourist too and he had some miscommunications back at the station. But he is in dire need to get back tonight, you understand, don’t you sweetie?” She hugged you close and offered the both of you a sweet smile. 

The man rubbed the back of his neck and he looked completely embarrassed. You were more than happy to offer your help but you can’t say you feel too confident riding with a stranger for a 5-hour drive back to the city. 

“I’m really really sorry to impose, but I have an appointment early in the morning and I won’t be able to make it in time even if my… friend drives down here at this hour.” You noticed that his voice was deep and he kept his face lowered which did nothing to ease your worries of driving with a stranger. 

“Oh sweetie, you need to loosen up a bit. Maybe show a bit of your face to gain this lady’s trust. No one wants to drive with a faceless man.”

The man hesitatingly removed his cap and mask, then you gasped softly. You looked around to make sure no one else was around, or no one else had seen. No way. Maybe he just looks like him. But then, why hide? “That’s fine, you can put the mask back on.” You forced a laugh then addressed the old woman, “Better to be safe, right? With the virus and all.” You cleared your throat, and the man looked a little bit hesitant and more wary of you as he put on his mask.

“We’ll get going now, ma’am. Thank you so much for a delightful chat. I hope to get back soon.” You gathered your things and led the man to your car. Before you opened your door, you faced him and asked, “Best to get this out of the way first. My name is Jane, and I am an allied health professional. I live in New South Wales, and here’s my identification.” You showed him your drivers’ license. “Now, are you perhaps, a celebrity?” You stared him down- well, up, since he’s  a lot taller. And your tone is reminiscent of a teacher scolding a child. But you just couldn’t help yourself. He must have felt the same way, because he answered with a small voice, “Yeah.” With his head still bowed down. You took a deep calming breath before continuing, “And you think it safe to travel in the suburbs of Australia, by yourself, without transportation??” You knew you sounded accusatory, considering you were talking to a stranger, but you just couldn’t believe how careless and thoughtless and dangerous the whole situation was. He squared up his shoulders a bit here and defended, “Well, I thought it was safe since it won’t be crowded in this particular locaion, and I did have a ticket back. I just…” he scratched his head and sighed. 

A cold breeze fluttered your coat open, and you shivered. “Maybe, we should continue this inside.” He suggested, eyeing your shivering frame. You conceded, and both of you got comfortable inside your vehicle. You removed your coat, and he finally removed his cap and mask and ruffled his hair. You still couldn’t believe your eyes, but there was no mistaking it. 

When you didn’t move, he looked at you and smiled, flashing his pretty dimples (curse him), and extended his hand, “Forgive me for forgetting my manners. Pleased to meet you, I’m Kim Namjoon.”

You gulped and shook his hand. You couldn’t say anything, so you just nodded and completed your pre-driving routine. You completely forgot that your phone automatically connects to your speakers and RM’s Seoul started playing. You froze and accidentally stepped on the brake. “Fuck.” You heard him snort and then laugh. “Sorry about that,” you muttered, referring to your embarrassing driving skills. Then he asked with dimples flashing, “So, you’re an Army huh?” You glared at him for a second then focused on driving.

“Well, the songs are good, can you blame me?” Then he chuckled and freakin rapped along. Your heart beat so fast because you couldn’t believe Kim Namjoon is rapping along Seoul while he is in the passenger seat of your car. Fucking surreal. 

After a few minutes of silence, with just your playlist in the background, you told him, “You can sleep if you want, you did mention you still have a schedule in the morning.” You glanced at him and he was wearing an incredulous look. You paused, oh yeah. It would be more foolish to sleep in a stranger’s car. “Or not. Forgot about me being a stranger thing. And worse, a fan!” You chuckled. “No, it’s not that. I just don’t think it’s polite to sleep while you are driving for me. The least I could do is accompany you.” You smiled softly. You’re not even surprised he is that thoughtful. “Also,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t actually have a schedule. I just.. didn’t want my manager to scold me. I was about to call him using the phone in the restaurant, but the woman suddenly asked you to drive me. And well, I’d pick riding with a pretty girl than be scolded by the company any day.” 

Your jaw dropped, and the man had the nerve to laugh. “Oh gosh, are you sure this isn’t a reality show, like- prank an army episode, oh god, y’all are not stalking me right?? How did you even know I was an army?? I was discreet!” And that just made him laugh harder. 

“Relax. It’s definitely not a reality show. It is reality though.” A short pause, then, “Your music taste is so… varied.” And for some reason, that made you feel proud. Your playlist ranged from country music, to R&B, to anime OSTs, to Eminem, Barbra Streisand, and of course BTS. 

After a couple hours of driving, your legs were feeling numb already. On your way to the coast, you had multiple rests since you were not in any hurry. But you were still a new driver and your legs are not accustomed to long drives. “Uhm, since you’re not chasing a schedule, is it okay if we stop over for a moment? My leg is killing me.” He instantly agreed, “Of course, Jane. Anything you need. Are there restaurants somewhere we can stop over? Do you want to eat? My treat!” You smiled. “Don’t be silly. You’re my guest and not everybody can do a favor for the Kim Namjoon so I’m treating you.  I need something to brag about to my grandkids.”

Silence. “Oh. You’re married?” You laughed at that. “I wish. But, nope.” You took a deep disappointed breath. “What’s with the reaction? You’re still young?” He asked. 

You parked the car, and faced him, “Well, you know how we have these certain expectations in our lives? Not other people’s expectations for us or society’s standards- just, a vision of how our life should be like.” You didn’t know what made you share your deepest disappointments in life with this man, but you thought, It’s not like I’m ever gonna meet him again anyway. I might even get a helpful advice or two from THE Kim Namjoon. You faced forward then, and played with your fingers as you continued. “I feel like nothing I envisioned for my life, back when I was just a youthful dreamer, ever came true. I didn’t live up to the expectations of 12-year-old me. And it bothers me everyday. As I get older, time feels so much faster and missing chances get all the more scarier and riskier.” There was a short silence as you both digested the sudden serious conversation. You didn’t want to make him feel more awkward so you showed him a bright smile and unlocked the door. “That was what the reaction for.” Then you laughed as you exited your door. 

You noticed him looking out his window, at the queue for the restaurants. You walked around his side of the door and knocked on his window. “Maybe it’s better for me to just buy our food and eat in the car?” He looked worried but grateful at the same time. “I think that would be the best. Sorry.” He really looked apologetic. But you completely understand. “It’s fine, honest. Be sure to lock the doors then, and keep the windows closed. Do you know how to start the car so you can turn on the heater?” He rolled his eyes and held out his hand for your keys. “Sucks that my reputation precedes me. But yeah, I can do that much.” You started to hand him the keys and bit your lip. You were honestly worried he will wreck your car. You sighed, “Please. Don’t break my car.” Before turning and walking away, chuckling at his offended face. 

Chapters: one | two | three

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32297806/chapters/80057497