#kōtarō bokuto smut

[honeesucker]

Catching your childhood friend masturbating in the Fukurōdani Academy bathroom during your reunion turns into a marathon you couldn’t have trained for...

Kōtarō Bokuto x Fem!Reader

 Content: all smut, no story.

"Ngh.. nhgg.. f-fuck-"

Bokuto groans while running his large hand up and down the hardened length of his veiny cock, locked in a bathroom stall in his school. He can't help himself when after a few years his feelings for you are still as strong as they were back in high school and seeing you in that black dress hugging the expanse of your body in every place he’s dreamed of kissing... well, he couldn’t help himself.

You had followed after him, noticing him running out of the auditorium at a break-neck speed, and seeing him avoiding all of his friends (and you) made you worry... it was when you heard some strange noises from the boy’s bathroom that you started to think he was crying. Too worried about Bokuto to care about walking into the men's room, you pushed open the door to realize the whimpering sounds you thought you heard wasn’t someone crying... but someone moaning. 

More specifically... moaning your name.

You know you should turn around, leaving him to his private moment... but the familiar sound of Bokuto’s voice heavy with lust and saying your name so sweetly... you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity handed to you on a silver platter. You softly closed the door behind you, and walked as silently as you could to the large end stall, hearing the lewd squelching sounds of him fisting his cock, the image in your mind sending jolts of desire straight to your core as you noticed the stall wasn’t fully closed... he must’ve been in such a hurry he didn’t notice it not lock behind him... and with a shaky hand you pushed open the stall door to see Bokuto with his black button-up shirt buttoned down to the start of his abs, his black slacks and belt undone and around his ankles as a sheen of sweat covered his skin, tears welling unshed in his eyes as he froze, his hand seizing the middle of his large cock as he slowly looked up at you, looking at him. Panic rose in Bokuto’s chest, you could see the moment he almost took his hand off himself, almost started apologizing, crying, begging... but you put a hand up, a gentle look on your face that held him back from speaking.

“Kō...” You say softly, opting to walk into the stall and lock it behind you this time. Bokuto hasn’t moved an inch, his chest heaving from his earlier exertion as he stared up at you wide-eyed. “D-Did... you say my name earlier?”

Bokuto couldn’t answer you, his throat dry and constricting as he tried to swallow his nerves, so he only nodded quickly. A soft, throaty ‘sorry’ leaving him as his tongue swiped across his lips. You take an experimental step forward, looking for any hesitation or lack of desire from him but finding none... you end up directly in front of him as you lean down slightly where he’s seated on a closed toilet, and grasp the spongy head of his cock as his body jolts up and he lets out a strangled moan.

“Do you wanna tell me what you were wanting to do with me?” You ask softly and the question makes Bokuto’s adam’s apple bob harshly as he swallows, nodding slowly as you rub your thumb along the underside of his cockhead, coming up to snag the leaking precum and swirling it as he shudders and sucks in a quick breath beneath you. “Tell me, please...”

“I was...” Bokuto started, weighing his options to tell you or not, worried over your reaction... soon realizing he may not have anything to worry about considering your hand was on his cock alongside his as he slowly started to move his hand back up and down his length. “I was thinking about lifting that dress up over the curve of your ass, bending you over the punch table and fucking you in front of everyone at the reunion.” Bokuto’s words shock you momentarily, but soon you’re smiling down at him, a soft whine leaving him as your hand leaves him, too... but his eyes widen with anticipation as he sees you lift your dress, revealing your glistening folds. He lets out a low growl, as you showed him the way your pussy swallows the black lace thong you were wearing... his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reached forward now with the hand not fisting his cock, gripping into the plush flesh of your hip as he pulled you in between his knees. “Oh... my god...” He breathed, gripping your hip as squeezing with a near-bruising force as he bit his bottom lip, one hand on you, the other pumping his cock more and more.

“Well, as exciting as your fantasy is, Kō... will you settle for bending me over the sink? We can lock the bathro-!” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Bokuto was on you, standing up and cupping your face with both of his hands as he kissed you hungrily. He slowly pulled you back with him as he seated himself down on the toilet again, pulling you into his lap as you stood above his cock, poised to plunge into your dripping hole... and with a small nod of approval from you and your help lowing yourself down onto his cock as the large head spread you open, pushing into your body you heard him groan, throwing his head back against the cool tile behind him.

"Mmm, fuck..." he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you down further onto him. "You feel so fucking good... You can take all of me, can't you?" He begins to thrust his hips upward, meeting your movements with matched intensity. The sound of your moans fills the small bathroom as you both find a rhythm, his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside you. 

“God, Kō... you’re huge... never felt so full before... ah!” Bokuto couldn’t help himself, loving the way you moan and whimper as he thrusts up into you...  groaning with each forceful thrust, relishing in the tight grip of your pussy around his thick, pulsating cock. His hips move with a primal rhythm, pounding into you relentlessly while his hands grip your waist possessively.  

"F-Fuck," he growls, his voice dripping with lust. "I want you to feel every inch of me, stretching you, claiming you as mine. You're taking me so well." Bokuto says before he leans in, biting down on your neck, leaving a mark of his possession as his pace quickens even more, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. The bathroom walls reverberate with the sounds of your bodies colliding and the lewd squelches of your wet connection. Bokuto is so lost in the moment with you as a mix of pleasure and possessiveness fills him... hearing your soft, needy moans and feeling your pussy clenching around him. He takes hold of your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he continues to thrust into you with unrelenting force.

With each thrust, he drives himself deeper into you, the sensation of your tight walls gripping him sending waves of ecstasy through his body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the small bathroom as he picks up the pace, his hips colliding with your ass with increasing force. Bokuto keeps one hand secure on your hip, the other reaching down to find your throbbing clit. His touch is possessive, hungry; his fingers roughly rubbing quick circles against your sensitive nub, intensifying the pleasure and building your orgasm to new heights. He increases the tempo and depth of his thrusts, pounding into your pussy with an almost primal need. His fingers continue to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in a relentless rhythm, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it," his voice is a deep growl, not unlike the delicious groans he lets out as he spikes a ball during one of his matches... "Let go for me. Cum on my cock."

“G-God... Kō , m’gonna cum...!” You cry out as he continues his assault on your body, his cock pounding into your core and his fingers driving you wild with pleasure as he continues his assault on your sensitive clit. The pressure builds inside you, the orgasm threatening to consume you entirely. And when it finally hits, it hits hard. You scream out Bokuto’s name as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body convulsing in ecstasy. The tight grip of your pussy sends Bokuto over the edge as well, his own orgasm ripping through him. He groans loudly, his cock pulsating as he spills his hot load deep inside you. Breathing heavily, he keeps his grip on your hips, holding you close as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through both of your bodies. The sounds of your heavy breathing fill the bathroom, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Breathing heavily, he rests against you for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The pleasure slowly subsides, and he gazes at you with a mix of confusion and adoration.

“We... really just did that...” Bokuto said, sounding a little dumbfounded. “It happened?”

“It happened,” you smiled down at him as you stayed perched in his lap, his softening cock growing hard again buried in your pussy. You cup his face in your hands and lean down to kiss him softly. “It can happen again, if you want...”

[forusomimiya]

"Be quiet, my parents are home" Bokuto couldn't even keep his own promise. Not if he had a close-up of your ass going up and down on his cock. "Ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn"

You covered your mouth to stifle your moans as Bokuto took control of your ass, handling it as he pleased, jerking off slowly and pleasurably with it at the same time as his mouth watered as he admired his cock disappearing completely in your pussy. "Does that feel good?" a groan and your eyes rolling back served as your reply as he bottomed out. "So pathetic".

“Please— Don’t st-”

"Shut up and take it just like that baby, just like that!" his heart shrank at the thought that his parents might have heard you, which was no wonder when Bokuto set his feet up on the bed to fill you deeper as he was meant to, filling the room with dirty and noisy onslaughts. The night was long and he wasn't going to waste your visit. "Lay on me baby girl, 'cause I got more, I got— fucking more"

A chuffed smile shone on your face, Bokuto's touch on your body melting into his as he disappeared and became a bag of moans and whimpers lashing in your ear. "Give me all, birthday boy"

[hxltic]

imagine bokuto f-ing you so good from behind

you’re laid flat on your stomach, where he has two large hands digging into the small dip of your back. He’d already fucked you out, so now with every dragged curl of his hips, it feels ten times longer. He’d go slow before increasing speed.

Sweat is dripping down your body and wetting your hair. He does that lopsided full grin of his and brushes his own sweat droplets from his forehead, before shifting weight completely to his palms and slamming down almost fully parallel to your body. You were pinned. Your walls tugged against the length of him, massaging his cock in a way no fist can. You were tight but so fucking wet, and with every slap of his forgotten balls you get closer and closer to what,, your 4th orgasm?

“H-ah fuck! Oh m’god Ko-”

The bed rocks with every roll, your chin slowly falls with the weight of your head, and your eyes droop inconsistently. You start to mumble to no one into the covers.

“Mmph, fills s’gud,” you’d whine.

“Just hold out for me alright baby? You’re takin’ it like a fucking champ.”

He adjusts one hand to disperse along the whole portion of your back, allowing him to grab one arm and fold it into his hold. He copied the movements for the other while your hips naturally rise. You, him, and the bed bullied the supporting wall together, causing scratch marks of dark grey to stain it. With the loss of cognizance, you didn’t notice how he wasn’t as horizontal anymore, but was pressed more on his knees. The strength he even has to do that is insane— and honestly, you wish you could admit it—but you were too distracted by the slight upward angle this entailed.

If your eyes weren’t rolled back, they were now. Your jaw hung slack when they first shot wide, portraying on your face the exact feeling of ecstasy that ran through your veins. Bokuto noticed how you became stagnant for just a split second. Idle, even.

You then shivered and shook as you sporadically pushed your hips back in an escape. Of course, this was futile with no arms.

“H-Oh my fucking god Kotarō,” your voice was higher than he’d ever heard it.

He just roughed you up towards him, grabbing you by the fat of your ass connecting to your hips, and slipped himself back in like nothing happened. When you tried to wiggle away, you successfully got him to let one hand loose, but the consequence was that one shoulder was on the bed and the other wasn’t, so now your neck was craning to look at him by the side in doggy.

Thrusting into you in a new position where there was nothing left of his dick to see, you could’ve screamed. There was no buildup or anything, he hit the same spot about twice a second, but you were out of energy. In this moment he sacrificed speed for power. With a mindless, animalistic groan, you pushed against him from inside and came. The mixed-haired man smiled once white started to peek out whenever he thrusted. Your ass stained red along with your tightly held wrist.

So you laid there and took it all instead, half mentally here and half not. He only laughed that boisterous laugh from behind you and forced your hips down. They’d ricochet off, then return with momentum. It was hot and wet, a lewd scene with your mixed sounds and his loud grunts. And you know when Bokuto wants something, he goes all out.

He knew you knew the safe word, and he knew you knew when to use it; therefore, he’d fuck you until you could barely think. You loved it.

He’d taunt, “You tryna run away?”

“Hummph”

“sorry babe, what was that?”

“n’mm.”

“close enough.” he concludes breathlessly.

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“she ride me like a p✰rnstar”

his legs won’t stop shaking, groaning loudly as you kiss the head of his cock. he feels so good but way past overstimulated and he can hear ringing in his ears. he hears how you giggle, your own legs shaking and you struggle to crawl up to kiss his lips.

he can feel the phantom sensation of your pussy gripping his cock, balls still so heavy. he only ever feels this way with you and you drive him crazy every single time. he can’t get enough of how you ride him, using him like one of your toys and he lays back, taking everything.

the way your nails dig into his chest, leaving marks that always gets him so fucking hard. his grip on your hips is tight and it hurts but you love it. you want him to lose control and fuck you like he hates you.

how can he not fall in love when you kiss his tip after every fucking round, every time. he’s so whipped and even when he knows he’ll end up shooting blanks, he can’t stop.

he loves being inside you, it’s so wet and warm and if he’s whining, whimpering, he doesn’t care. he wants you to know just how good you make him feel.

“so good — fuckfuckfuck baby” he moans, his eyes so glossy from unshed tears and god he’s so pretty like this.

| bokuto, sakusa, osamu, kakucho, mikey,& ran

[crushmeeren]

♡ Master List Link

☽ Bokuto / Fem Reader

⇢ Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+;

⇢ Warnings; oral sex (blow jobs/pussy eating), car sex, riding, small amount of anal play, mating press, kissing, praising

Koutarou who is the sweetest man alive. Who you’re unconditionally in love with, but…is an airhead. I.e., he loses his phone all the time and often forgets plans he’s already made. Who somehow drops his wallet down a hole at the top of a parking garage that’s 30 feet deep while planking but miraculously finds it lying on a car below?? Who you’ll always help find his shit either way.

Koutarou who enjoys wearing a variety of colors and whose wardrobe resembles a rainbow. Whose favorite color is baby blue. Who once got his face painted with a rainbow on it at the fair and looked so cute you couldn’t help but blush.

Koutarou who practically vibrates with excitement when he spots you watching his games from the stands. Who smiles so broadly you fear his cheeks may split. Who waves at you in the middle of a play and runs into the net by accident.

Koutarou who turns a sweet shade of pink when you wear his jersey to the game. Who picks you up in a sweaty bear hug and squishes the air out of your lungs after the match is over. Who chatters excitedly in your ear as he carries you a few feet and who only sets you down when Hinata rescues you by reminding him they have to go change.

Koutarou who gets into certain self-deprecating moods sometimes but lets you help him feel better. You let him talk it out and spending as much time with him as he needs. You whisper words of support and encouragement as you poke the dimples on his cheeks, which gets him to giggle and smile almost every time.

Koutarou who likes listening to hip hop, and surprisingly, hair metal. Who loves singing in the car and has an astonishingly beautiful singing voice. You love watching him as he drives. He gets so into the music, wiggling in his seat and singing to you. Who loves Paramore because you showed them to him.

Koutarou who takes up half your bed when he sleeps. Who is so fucking tall and thick. You love it, using him as your own personal blanket. Who does get super sweaty in the middle of the night, which forces you to roll away so you don’t melt to death.

Koutarou who absolutely loves holding your hand. Who laces his warm fingers through yours and tugs you in every direction no matter where you are. Who leans in so close to speak that you can see his snowy eyelashes. Who never fails to make you flush white hot when he looks at you with stars in his eyes.

Koutarou who is always the life of the party. Everyone loves the fucking ace, he just radiates positive and happy energy. Who has people drawn to him as if they’re moths to a flame. Who has a revolving door of people that want to speak with him. You don’t mind, he comes home with you a night either way.

Koutarou who introduces you to Kuroo. Who he has remained friends with after high school. Kuroo is a sly bastard who you’ve grown quite fond of and have become close friends with. You instantly clicked over your combined efforts to tease Bo.

Koutarou who loves taking hot showers with you. Who likes to hug you under the warm spray and allow it to relax both of you. Who talks about his day and asks you about yours. If you end up on your knees sometimes that’s neither here nor there.

Koutarou who is stupid hot when his hair is down. When the soft strands frame his cheeks you can’t help but stare at him until he asks if there’s something on his face. You tell him how amazing he looks, which makes him blush a rosy pink and drag you into his lap to make out.

Koutarou who beams at you when you call him by his last name. Don’t get him wrong, he enjoys when you call him Koutarou, but he can’t help the flash of heat that shoots between his legs when he hears your sweet voice calling him Bo.

Koutarou who loves you so wholeheartedly he may burst at the seams. Who is your best friend. Who you can be completely yourself with and who supports you in everything you do. You know in your bones that he’s your one and only. Who has been secretly planning on proposing to you for awhile and most definitely cries when you say yes.

Koutarou who is buff. Who is a great deal taller than you. Who is packed with muscle and his cock is, to say the least, thick. Who is just the right length that makes you feel as if you could take him multiple times over without hurting.

Koutarou who gets rock hard whenever you kiss his neck. Who gasps, whining and squirming underneath you when you sink your teeth into the muscle covering his pulse point. Who tilts his head to the side and melts when you leave hickies. Who tries his best to cover it up the next day but Miya Atsumu teases him at practice anyways.

Koutarou who only really curses during sex. Who is unable to stop the nasty words from leaving his mouth. You think it’s the biggest turn on when he can’t help but whimper a soft “fuck,” when he gets his dick inside you for the first thrust.

Koutarou who loves when you suck his cock. Who enjoys when you’re on your back and he straddles your chest. Who thrusts into your mouth from above and moans when you grip his ass to help him along. Who braces a hand against the wall, one hand in your hair as he watches his dick shine with your saliva as it repeatedly disappears between your lips.

Koutarou who likes to suffocate between your thighs. Who begs you to sit on his face and who grips your hips and forces you to rub your clit over his tongue. Who covers his finger in your slick and teases your rim until you cry out his name cum on his tongue.

Koutarou who was nervous when you suggested having sex in his car, but now he’s addicted. Who can’t do anything but hold your waist and whimper “yeah just like that pretty girl,” as you hold onto his shoulders. You use your feet and thighs to bounce on his cock in the drivers seat that’s been pushed all the way back.

Koutarou whose toes curl, cock twitching as his eyes either stayed glued to where your pussy sucks him in or the way your tits bounce in his face. You can’t help but tilt your head down to stare just the same.

Koutarou who whines high pitched and moans in your ear when he fucks you in missionary. Who folds you into a mating press and babbles about how good your pussy is. Who shivers as he tries to hold back from cumming too quickly. Who circles your clit and makes you squirt in this position.

Koutarou who sits back on his calves and grips your tits, fucking into you and curling his hips upwards to make you gasp and cry out his name. Who tells you how pretty you look underneath him and how much he loves when you cum on his cock.

Koutarou who almost cums instantly when you praise him for being so good at fucking you.

Koutarou who whispers how much he loves you and flushes pink when he starts to cum. Whose heart thumps wildly in his chest and who buries his face into your neck as he whines and fills you to the brim.

Koutarou who can never resist resting all his weight on you afterwards. Who snakes his arms underneath you and snuggles you tight as you both soak in the post orgasm glow. Who helps you clean up afterwards, and who gets you some water before you both take a nap or go to bed for the night.

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ tell me

˚ · . bokuto x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ public sex, manhandling, rough sex, squirting, biting, big dick!boku, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, unprotected sex, bokuto thinks reader was flirting but she really wasn't

tell me, tell me tell me that you love me too

"kou.." you mewled out, hands flat against the cold locker in front of you, your chest pressed against the hard surface.

"tell me that you love me—hah, y/n..!" he groaned out, his hands gripping painfully onto your hips as he pounded into you from behind. your legs dangled pathetically in the air, being held up by him, too dumb with pleasure to actually hold yourself up.

"hah.." you huffed out, your teeth grazing over your index finger as you tried to muffle your shameful moans. you could even register what your boyfriend was saying, too focused on the delicious pleasure he was giving you, his thick cock stretching you out so well it had you seeing stars.

"y/n?" he cried out once more, pressing his chest against your back, slamming your body against the locker. he was frantic, his eyebrows furrowed as he awaited for your confirmation. one of his hands released from your hip, coming you to hold your own against the locker, pinning you in place.

he was on a high, nerves shot and heart beating so hard it had him nearly doubling over. just earlier, a considerably attractive guy had came up to you and had indulged in a friendly conversation with you, and to the insecure bokuto, it looked like he was flirting with, and worse of all, it seemed you were enjoying it.

he was quick to drag you into the locker rooms, roughly manhandling you against the lockers, biting and kissing your neck as he cried to you, begging for your attention.

"kou.. ishh too much.." you babbled out, your face was a met, smeared with tears, saliva and even your own snot. he's been fucking you regardless of how many times you've came, just wanting to hear you scream his name over and over and over again until he's satisfied and reassured.

"y/n, say that you love me." he whined once more, suddenly pulling out his cock from your abused pussy and grabbing you by your shoulders and whisking you around. he made you feel like a rag-doll, like you weighed nothing as he effortlessly lifted you and held you down on the benches. it hurt to be manhandled like this, but the feel of the sting as your back made rough contact with the scratchiness of the cheap metal had you yelping out with pleasure.

with a growl, he was already plunging his cock back into your poor cunt, resuming his unrelenting pace, his hand coming down to the back of your calf and lifting it up over his shoulder. he bent you in half, leaning down to shove his tongue down your throat, swallowing down every cry of his name.

you were weak against him, even if you wanted to, you couldn't, he used your own weight against you, overpowering you with ease as he fucked you. "y/n, you're mine." he grunted, pulling away so he could leave more love bites and hickeys on the soft skin of your neck. the next day, for sure, you'll have to hide yourself from all of the knowing stares they'll give, knowing that your boyfriend fucks you stupid.

he held himself up on one of his arms besides your head, his eyes glued to the way your pussy sucked him in. his cock twitched at the sight, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock from your wet pussy, "fuck, y/n," he groaned, clenching his eyes shut when you got impossibly tighter around him, sending heavenly jolts of pleasure up his spine.

"nobody—ah-can fuck you like i do, y/n. you d-damn know that," he grunted, his thrusts loosing rhythm as he tried to draw out his oncoming orgasm. "huh? you know that right?" he said, his moving over to the side of your cheek, cupping it gently.

"yeshh.." you babbled, "love you kou.. love y' cock.." he cursed once more under his breath at your lewd words, his hand moving down from your face to your clit, rubbing rough circles onto your sensitive bud. "gonna breed 'ya— gonna breed your cunt so everyone knows who you b-belong to.."

he nearly doubles over when you cum for the nth time once more, squirting all over his lower abdomen and thighs, your back arching as your vision goes white. he slams his hand down onto the bench, holding on to dear life as he stuffed your cunt full of his seed. "f-fuck," he gasped out, his hips desperately humping slowly against yours like a bunny, his orgasm shaking him to his core.

he breathed heavily as he finally fell limp against you, his heavy body weight feeling like a big blanket. his head laid against your rapidly rising chest, his eyebrows still lightly furrowed as he still felt the lingering pains of jealousy within him, his lips mushed against your school's vest as he inhaled your sweet scent, now contaminated with the sick oder of sex, semen, and sweat.

"you're mine."

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[mune-writes]

Please please do a bokuto smut 🙏🏻🥰

a/n: no bc u have no idea how actually in love I am with this man

18+ Content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

timeskip!bokuto x reader

warnings: size kink, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, defos not proofread haha

Bokuto Koutarou is just so big—in every sense of the word. His personality is big, he’s constantly in the spotlight, fans adore his bright and engaging persona, just so irresistible in the way he’s basically sunshine incarnate. He towers over you too, his hands are almost twice your size, something you discovered when you did the cutesy little flirting technique when you first started dating by measuring both your hands; his physique is something many people desire or envy.

Though of course, there was always something more to Bokuto. He’s supportive, endlessly and excitably so, he takes care of you like no one else does, he treats you so well.

But god—was it easy to love him for his size, especially now with him balls deep inside your weeping cunt.

“fuck, baby, look at you, taking me so fucking well.”

He says as he places a hand atop your lower stomach, a bulge forming from his absolutely massive size. You can’t count how many times you’ve already cummed from his prep on you alone, fishing around his tongue and fingers as he prepped your tight hole for his massive fucking cock.

Bokuto is easily excitable, sex with you is no exception, so just as he bottomed out inside you, he spared no time ruining your sloppy pussy with each thrust. Suddenly, you feel yourself being flipped around and hoisted up, so that Bokuto’s hands gripped the back of your knees as you sat on his lap, pistoning in and out of you with rapid speed. You felt drool slip out of your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock practically kiss your cervix in this new position.

“this okay, baby? god—fuck—so pretty for me, so fucking good to me, letting me do whatever I want—shit!”

Another thing to love about him is simply how strong he is; years of training did him well, his body sculpted and arms defined from all those endless practices that had busied him for a long time. In fact, he had just come home from practice that day, and missed you terribly—determined to show you just how much he did. The conscious part of your mind marveled at how strong he actually was with how he was fucking you with reckless abandon in a full Nelson, no less, legs folded so that nothing could obscure him from fucking up into you; while the other bit that was lost in the pleasure he was giving you begged for him to make you cum again.

“h-hah—Kou! s’deep, daddy, so fucking deep inside me.”

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror across from the bed you were currently fucking like rabbits on, the fucked out look on your face, your hooded eyes, made you feel somewhat embarrassed from how much of a slut you really were for this man—but this embarrassment was quickly washed away as you looked down to see his thighs flex with every motion, the veins on his hands more prominent now as he gripped you roughly. he looks up for a moment, and catches your eyes through the mirror, which made you quickly avert your gaze.

he smirks, hoisting you up and closer to him so that your back was pressed flush against his chest. “oh, don’t go all shy on me now, princess. tell daddy how good you’re feeling.” with that, he thrusts up especially brutally into you, earning a loud moan from your mouth.

“s’good, daddy! such..hah..such a fucking slut for your cock daddy, s’all for you.”

he chuckles breathlessly before you feel yourself practically being thrown off him and onto your back on the bed, before he plunges his thick cock back into your cunt, hoisting your legs up on his shoulders as he presses his lips against your chest, sucking harshly at the tender skin.

“good girl. gonna be good for me and let me fill up this pussy with my cum, huh?”

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ TSUKISHIMA - TOYS

☠︎︎ KUROO - EDGING

☠︎︎ KAGEYAMA - THIGH RIDING

☠︎︎ YACHI - VOYERISM

☠︎︎ SUNA - SPIT/BITING

☠︎︎ AKAASHI - COCKWARMING

☠︎︎ KENMA - MASKED

☠︎︎ SAKUSA - DACRYFILIA

☠︎︎ MIYA TWINS - THREESOME

☠︎︎ SUNA - SIZE KINK

☠︎︎ KITA - AFTERCARE

☠︎︎ IWAIZUMI - MARKING

☠︎︎ TENDOU - QUIROFILIA

☠︎︎ GOSHIKI - BONDAGE

☠︎︎ SUGAWARA - GAGGING

☠︎︎ KIYOKO - STRIPTEASE

☠︎︎ USHIJIMA - CORRUPTION

☠︎︎ KENMA - STRESS

☠︎︎ SEMI - DRY HUMPING

☠︎︎ BOKUTO - BODY WORSHIP

☠︎︎ AKAASHI - PIERCINGS

☠︎︎ SAKUSA - CUNNILINGUS

☠︎︎ TERUSHIMA - SAFE WORD

☠︎︎ SUNA - PUBLIC

☠︎︎ OIKAWA - TOUCH STARVED

☠︎︎ ATSUMU - OVERSTIMULATION

[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

[lunamochii]

Bokuto woke up at the sound of his girlfriend giggles and the way she tries to suck in a laughter, her feet softly kicking on their shared bed

"Why are you up so early?" He ask while yawning and pulling her closer to him "Heya baby, I'm just playing this game that I just discovered." He hum and opened his eyes only to see a man, on the screen of your phone, he also notice you're wearing your airpods.

"What's that game?" He ask "A dating game!" His eyes widen and gasp, clutching his heart and look at you with accusing look

"You- you're cheating on me?!" You were taken back but just ended up laughing and your boyfriend just groan at your reaction, he rested his head on your chest and snatch one of the airpods you're wearing

"I've missed you, why don't you sit down and let's have a talk?"

He heard the man on the screen said and Bokuto lets out a groan, as you stifle a laugh.

"Kiss me, Ko." And his more than happy to oblige, pressing his lips to yours. "More.." you whispered against his lips and he grin tossing your phone on the side and getting rid of the airpods, as he slid his tongue inside your mouth, you two shared a heated kiss and it was broken when your phone vibrated

He turns to look at it and immediately frown that the dating game you're playing also has this feature that it can call you

"Seriously?" He looks at you, defeated, you laugh and pulled him for a another kissing session

"Don't mind my sidechicks."

[sakuraryomen01]

I'm horny so I'm writing about my thoughts.

warnings: nsfw, fem reader, mdni, blowjobs, sex in different positions, some size kinks, nipple play, possible breeding, man handling if u squint

words: idk I didn't count but it's a lot

ft:: yuji, kuroo, bokuto, and sukuna

Yuji Itadori🐅

He's been brain rotting for a while and it's annoying how much I think about him, but I love him too much to make him move out.

I love thinking about how heavy his cock must get when he's hard, and ready to come. It'd probably tilt with a thick vein pulsing along the underside so it makes him × 10 more sensitive when you suck him off. He's probably not super long like kuroo would be, but he'd definitely be on the thicker side.

I wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be ashamed about being average, but I'm drooling over that stretch baby boy dw 🤤💞

He'd definitely taste.. interesting. I don't see him tasting super sweet like gojo or something, I see him tasting like a savory meal if that makes any sense?

Something like a meal you'd never want to forget or finish early. If yk what I mean, ty. 🙏

He'd definitely try and be gentle during sex and hand/blowjobs. Yuji knows he's a strong boy so being careful of his grip and thrusts is something he has anxiety about often. When he's close though, he'll be in cloud nine and forget what he's doing.

Bucking his hips while his thighs tense and practically vibrate as his climax nears. Praising him is such a great way to tell him "I'm okay" even though his cum's covering your face and lips.

Different positions he loves: doggy, reverse cowgirl, and missionary

While Yuji does think that your sex life needs lots of spice, he's really willing to do whatever it takes to make you cum! He loves the simple things, but watching you masturbate in front of him gets him drooling and hard.

Kuroo Tetsuro🐈‍⬛

He definitely makes me want to scream daddy at the top of my lungs but then want to cuddle him and kiss his forehead for hours while reading my favorite book or watching a horror movie.

Daddy? I'm sorry. Daddy? I'm sorry.

I get the vibe from kuroo that he lives to eat pussy to relieve his own stress.

Work getting too much? Eat pussy. Staying up too late fucking? Eat pussy + the cream pie. He'd like a girl that'd know how to edge and tease him, even though he'd flat out deny this.

He'd feel hot and heavy over constant teasing remarks or suggestive compliments. Offering a massage during a game would also make him want to kiss you and cuddle you for hours.

Kuroo loves spice.

He'll bring in some kind of toy like a vibrator or ask to fuck on the couch instead of in the bedroom.

(I wouldn't doubt he'd try role-playing.)

Kuroo's just above average with a slimmer cock, but it's big no matter how you put it. He's probably not a sweets guy, but I'd end up making him something like strawberries to make him taste like candy.

Kuroo himself probably tastes like bokuto and yuji since all of them are incredibly athletic and active in their daily lives. He's not ashamed of himself either and probably grooms regularly to keep it "presentable."

Positions and places he adores: the hook, standing doggy, anything that involves a counter

He'd probably try doing role plays that involve his job or his past. Like, volleyball coach fucks captain or something. He's a wildcard tho so I can't say for sure 😃

Bokuto Kōtaru🦉

A owl man that's energy is so contagious and sexy I'd like to eat his ass like a fucking meal— he's the obsession, he's the moment, he's a himbo sweetheart.

Bokuto doesn't hate his ass or his massive man tits, but he doesn't like that they steal the show. We all know that his ass was stolen from a bakery and that those thighs are illegal.

This might, or might not, be an unpopular opinion BUT I would eat his ass any day. I love this man's body sm it's like a plus with his sweet and energetic personality.

He'd be so touchie when it comes to sex, and he probably has a cute nickname for it tbh. He knows that his thighs are a weakness so he'll use them to slick up your pussy and panties while he's busy playing with ur tits and neck.

"feel good baby? Like my tongue?"

Verbal, loud, fast, and rough.

Bokutos strength shines through when the bed's creaking, your ass is jiggling beautifully on his pelvis, and your screams are nothing short of gorgeous. Bokuto loves to use your tits and hips as his personal love handles.

Massive calloused palms that are rough to the touch but feel amazing rubbing and flicking at your nipples.

His moans r loud but so hot. He'll also chuckle in a low tone if you cum more than once around his cock in the first round. (I would, I have.)

Positions? Yes: doggy, missionary, against the wall, in his lap, mating press

His cock is a proud 8 with a thickness that makes u think he stole a muffin or two to feed it. Damn does that stretch hurt but it sounds really good in your pussy!!!

Sukuna Ryomen😈

A devil in life, a devil in the sheets. He'll break your back and break you in one sitting but torture you with his many tongues. It's funny to think about Sukuna being disappointed when he first reincarnates since he doesn't have those swoll coc—

Sukuna is so wild during sex it's like a ride of its own. I'm basing this more on how he is in the manga and anime rather than a romantic version. So, let's begin shall we? ^^

Lord Ryomen does love a little challenge even though it thoroughly annoys him. Having a woman that's fully submissive for him and only him but will get on his nerves regularly makes him want to make sure you know your place over and over.

What better way than to fuck you with his monster cock(s)?

The Vessel version of him is definitely rougher than the true form. True form is bigger, but has a little patience in my opinion. Vessel version has none and since he only has one, he'll make another just to punish you.

My own personal favorite part of Sukuna isn't the tattoos, surprise surprise! I love them fucking biceps and that face. Both true form and vessel.

Tracing my fingers along them as a past time yes, but I'll be holding onto those arms for dear life while burning his face into my brain. Seeing how his eyes will shine while forcing my pussy to accommodate him.

Positions or mild suggestions?: Anything that allows him to fuck your pussy(and asshole let's be honest), does enjoy a show so maybe cowgirl, cuddle fucking when he's lazy or tired

His cock(s) have a powerful taste seeing as he's a cursed spirit rather than a normal human. I doubt he'll taste any better than what it normally tastes like, but I'd still suck it like my life depends on it 😭

Sukuna doesn't have an official size in his vessel for seeing as he can just change it to what he wants. But in true form, he is definitely over 8 inches and thicker than anything.

Take a Coke 2 liter bottle and imagine Sukuna's cocks. That's probably about accurate.

Loved writing for my favorite boys, and I honestly loved imagining them. I'm tagging some ppl I think would enjoy this, but if you want to be removed for any reason pls lmk!!❤️

Tags: @yuujispinkhair, @xxnghtclls

[forusomimiya]

@sigma-himbokuto ship & prompt: “You look so good like this” w/ Kotaro Bokuto ˚₊˚✧🦉✧˖°🌾

Bokuto is one of those guys you shouldn't play with, much less in public. A work dinner where his composure should be optimal, despite the fact that several of his teammates played the hooligan during dinner. You couldn't expect less from you, especially if Bokuto was sitting in front of you.

Your foot hit his ankle in an attempt to get his attention. He looked at you sideways, still laughing the grace to one of his companions, probably Atsumu. You didn't separate your gaze from him, not even to see that no one around would be looking. You went up his calf, again, and again, and one last time. You saw how his Adam's apple jumped up in his throat when he swallowed saliva from nervousness. You almost had it.

You squirmed in your seat, supposedly to find a better position, but in truth to reach his crotch. What a surprise when he opened his legs to welcome you. You checked around before undoing your heel, and go back again to his legs, finally resting your foot on the bulge of his cock and wiggling your toes over it and into his balls.

Bokuto wasn't easy to catch, of course not. He always had a reason to excuse himself to the bathroom and have a quick wank to get his erection down before returning to the table.

Now yep, you were going to pay for it, you were going to pay very well.

*slap*

"How many times have I told you not to provoke me in front of the team?"

*slap*

“How many?”

“Bokuto…”

*slap*

“Say it”

“Mm-many times”

"And why do you keep on doing that? Do you want everyone to see what a slut you are?" Each slap hurt more than the last, but your tears were no longer of pain, but of desperation. "Well, just look how red your pussy gets every time I spank you”

Yes, you couldn't take any more. Fifteen long minutes of non-stop spanking, and with each one, Bokuto's cock bounced with amusement under his tailored suit trousers.

"God... you look so good like this... so dirty, humping my leg like a desperate whore" the grip on your hips and a quick change of position had you sitting on his lap, your face red with embarrassment and your breath hitching in excitement. "Let's torture you some more, my love. Let's see how long you can last without cumming a single fucking time on my cock”

[jlepixie]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ unpractical, reserved, full of great theories ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

╰ ୨ Bokuto has a crush on you ୧ ╯

༶⋆˙⊹｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ ✩ ˛˚.

☆ It wouldn't take too long for the team to see that he has a major crush on you. He would be so obvious but somehow you wouldn't pick up the hints he makes.

☆ Definitely, Bokuto would be more clumsy around you, and would try to make some jokes but it will end up on him laughing awkwardly and the team, including you, would look concerned.

☆ Bokuto would be a little shy around you, but he would flex around more than usual. Flexing his muscles and saying how he is the best wing spiker. He is such a show off.

☆ 100% laughs and smiles about everything you say or do.

☆ Every hit he does on the court would be for you, and he would definitely look for any praise from you.

☆ Bokuto is the type of guy to get excited when he sees you and run too you asking for a hug, and if you wouldn't give him one, his emo mode would come out.

☆ Speaking of emo mode, whenever he is in it, Bokuto would look at you with puppy eyes and give you grabby hands wanting to be comforted and held.

☆ Whenever he gets scolded by the team, he would come and hide behind your back and just grab into your shirt.

☆ Expect princess treatment every time.

© 2023 jlepixie.  ─  please do not copy,  repost or translate any of my works on other platforms without my permission. 

[xfgpng]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 —

— : [ nsfw ] infidelity, fluff, fingering, cunnilingus, size kink, unprotected sex, pet names, mutual pining (not really angsty) + breeding kink

— : wc : 674

it was so wrong the way he made you feel. your body had tingles all over, goosebumps rising along the inside of your thighs and your arms. you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel guilty because he was willing and ready to make you feel good.

better than he could ever make you feel. you were certain your boyfriend, his best friend, didn’t even care about you during sex. he seemed more interested in getting his dick wet before he’d pass out and then get up to play his games.

“you always smell so good baby” bokuto groans, kissing your clit before sucking on it. he always did this when he was between your legs, ready to give you anything and everything you asked for.

“hurry” you pout, feeling frustrated from not being able to see him all week. you needed him so badly but he always loved to appreciate every part of your body.

“i know baby, let me have this yeah?” he grins, licking his lips as his eyes roam your bare body. he loved how beautiful you looked laid out on his sheets. “god, your body is so beautiful”

you try to cover your face, feeling overwhelmed but he grabs your wrist.

“don’t hide baby, let me see your pretty face” bokuto smiles, “don’t you wanna see me when i fuck you?”

he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, ring and middle finger slipping inside you easily. your body feels on fire, legs shaking from the intensity of his rhythm. he moves his fingers fast, enjoying how fast you’re approaching your high.

he loves watching you. you take it so well every time and he never feels bad about wanting you in anyway he can have you.

he leans down to kiss your pussy again, tongue flat against your slit as he eats you out. he loves the taste of your pussy.

he takes your hand and places it in his hair, silently encouraging you to grip. you pull a little harder than he anticipated but he moans, sucking onto your clit once more as you ride his face.

“that’s it baby, cum on my tongue” he groans, his tongue joining his fingers.

you moan was louder, legs shaking and threatening to close around his head if it wasn’t for his broad shoulders. he was just so big and it always turned you on to see how easily he could manhandle you.

he grins, lips and chin shining with your cum and you pout, once again trying to hide your face behind your hands.

“ready sweet thing?” he spreads your legs and he rubs his cock through your folds. he was so big and veiny, always stretching you out to your limit and you loved it. you could feel him in your stomach for days.

“no condom” you say when he goes to get one, “please, need to feel you”

he could cum right there. he knows you’ve never let your boyfriend fuck you raw and he’d complain about it to their friend group. bokuto didn’t like the way he disrespected you and it’s why he was ready to please you whenever you wanted.

the first thrust is always slow and gentle. saying he was big was an understatement and he would never hurt you in a way you didn’t like or ask for. your pussy felt so soft and velvety, so wet from how turned on you were and it took everything in him not to cum just from bottoming out.

“fuck ko” you moan, high and needy and he snaps, gripping your waist hard enough to hurt as he picks up a steady and fast pace. he knows you like when he’s gentle but your favourite was always like this. when he fucked you like he didn’t care for you.

like you were nothing but a toy, little cock slut who would happily open up her legs for him even when you had a stupid boyfriend.

“gonna breed you” he bites your jaw, “you’ll feel me for days”

[doumadono]

Warnings: post-timeskip Kōtarō, fem!Reader, spanking, light masochism?

Summary: Your deep trust in Kōtarō led you to desire trying something new and exciting with him

A/N: This marks my fourth standalone fic for this delightful Kinktober. Brace yourself for a tantalizing read! Today's prompt: spanking

You loved your boyfriend, Kōtarō, with all your heart, but your paths took you in different directions. While you were eager to explore and try new things, he seemed more conservative and reluctant to venture beyond his comfort zone.

After days of persistent requests and almost pleading, he finally agreed to try out some enticing new experience, at least in your opinion.

Smack!

"Like that?" he asked, his eyebrow cocked.

"Harder." You lay sprawled on your stomach across Kōtarō's lap, a thrilling mixture of need and excitement coursing through you as he agreed to explore new realms of passion with you.

His hand descended once more upon your ass, but it still felt disappointingly gentle, prompting a needy whine to escape your lips. "What? Too gentle for your taste?" Kōtarō inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of concern.

With a scoff and a playful smirk, you responded, "Babe, I want it to sting. This feels more like a friendly high-five."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Each of the smacks was incredibly gentle, almost as if he was lightly patting instead of smacking.

Kōtarō's voice retained its honeyed sweetness, despite the unusual context, as he expressed his reluctance, "I don't want to hurt you, babe."

You appreciated his caring nature, but you shifted your body slightly in his lap, allowing you to meet his soft, golden eyes. Speaking in a hushed tone, you traced a teasing finger up and down his arm, your desire unmistakable in your words, "Darling, don't sweat it, you couldn't possibly hurt me. You see, what you're doing is a real turn-on for me, and I feel incredible when you're in the driver's seat. Rest assured, if anything felt even slightly amiss, I'd have you know right away, alright?"

Kōtarō's complexion took on a deeper, nervous, rosy hue, and the telltale signs of his racing heart were evident in his expression and the subtle cadence of his breath. "Just so you know, I would never hurt you, right? For any reason? Other than this, I guess," he confessed, his voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

A tender smile graced your lips, touched by the sweetness of his sincerity. "Yes, baby. I know," you assured him, your trust in his intentions unwavering.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His gentle hand caressed your cheek, tracing delicate patterns for a few moments. Then, in a fluid and harmonious motion, he raised his hand and brought it crashing back down with a resonant smack. Smack! It stung, the sensation of pain intertwining with the underlying currents of pleasure. Another repetition of these actions elicited a similar response — a sharp pang of pain, followed by a thrilling surge of pleasure, and a sultry moan from your lips. Your back arched further, subtly pressing your tempting derrière upward, an invitation for more. “Harder, tiger. Please, spank me again.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Bokuto was typically the sweetest lover, offering you the purest vanilla experiences most of the time. But every now and then, something would set him off, whether it was your kinkiness or his own intense desire, and his flavor would change. It was utterly delicious, the way he began to take silent pleasure in your gasps with each slap against your skin. "Getting a little red back here," he commented as he tenderly caressed your heated skin on your asscheek, "Need a break?"

"Yeah," you replied, flipping your body over to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, savoring the pleasant soreness that had settled into your backside.

"Come here," Kōtarō urged. With a kiss to your cheek and a contented sigh, he held you close.

You lay in his arms for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Then, you felt his fingers trace a tantalizing path downward, reaching the sweet, damp spot between your legs. A delightful gasp escaped your lips as two of his fingers began to stroke your slit. "Kōtarō!" You giggled, your laughter merging with moans as his fingers plunged inside.

"Well, given my impeccable performance in the spanking department, I do believe it's high time I receive a well-deserved reward."

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ it's oh so quiet

˚ · . bokuto x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ fluff!, studying/working, cuddling, just in love with bo

you're all alone shhh, shhh and so peaceful until... you fall in love.

"mph–no kou," you mumbled, pulling your face away from his sweet peeks against your cheek, slowly traveling up to the corner of your lip.

"watcha workin' on?" he chirped, settling in next to you, his arm coming over to rest over your stomach, his face resting on your shoulder. "'m working on an assignment, it's due tomorrow." you responded, tone a little monotonous due to the way you were so focused on your work.

"why so many paragraphs? what is it for?" he asked, a little curious at your writing. normally, any person would be a little annoyed at his constant questions, but you're patient and knowing of his natural curiously. it's a bit endearing if anything.

"jus' an essay, for my english class." you said back. your eyes glance down to the time, 11:56PM before going back to focus on typing.

you let out another annoyed whine when his lips peck once more at your collarbone, his kisses quick, innocent and eager. "kou, i'm a little busy, i have to get this done."

"you've been working on it for hours? like 2-3? aren't you tired yet?" he asked, taking note of your eye-bags. "yeah.. but it's really important, because it determines if i will get kicked out of this class." you sighed, removing your hands from your keyboard to stretch your arms.

"oh, so it's really really important?" he smiled, seeming to finally understand the importance of the essay. "really really important." you repeated with an amused grin.

you tilted your head when your laptop was then taken away by your boyfriend, setting it on the edge of the bed. "you should stretch! it'll make you feel better." he grinned, his hands taking your arms and stretching them up into the air, pulling and twisting your sore limbs carefully.

he shifted closer to you, sitting up on his knees while you were sitting criss-crossed. you we're i initially going to decline his request, but after he popped your wrist, you'll admit, it felt good. it was almost funny, the way he was stretching your body for you, a wide grin on his face because he was so happy helping you.

after a particular stretch, you had arched your back slightly after you felt a pop in your lower back. "mmh, m'kay kou, that's enough," you said contently, pulling your arms away from his hold. "see? feels better don't it." he teased, getting back into his previous position laying next to you.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

you're tired. your eyelids are heavy with sleep, your fingers have been cramping up almost painfully, but you're so close to finishing this essay. it's a quiet night, no noise aside from the light van and your quick typing. there's nothing but the warm dim night-light being on.

your legs are numb, internally vibrating uncontrollably like static. your eyes glance down at the time. 1:53AM.

your laptop's screen brightness practically attacks your eyes, if this goes on for any much longer, you're guaranteed to get winkles prematurely.

you slightly shift in your position, hips rising and setting back onto the bed as you angle your back more into an upright position. you were previously laying more flat on your back, but with this new position, your view is more upright and higher. your laptop rested on his broad back, as his head and upper torso were resting against your body, his face resting against your collarbone.

looking back at your chromebook, you see your boyfriend in the corner of your eye. his eyes are low, almost shut, but he's definitely awake. "kou? i thought you went to sleep..?" you whisper, bringing a hand down to run your hands gently through his dyed hair.

almost 30 minutes ago he went quiet, his body laying limp against yours, so you assumed he went to sleep. he usually goes to bed even earlier, but he extended his bedtime for you today.

"didn't want you to be lonely.." he mumbled, his voice low and full of sleepiness. you couldn't help but smile at his adorable consideration, "go to sleep, i'll be okay."

he groaned incoherent words, seeming to disagree with your offer. "mmh, i'll go to sleep when you go to sleep.." he whined, his hold on you getting a little tighter. you sighed at his words, letting out a quiet 'okay' before rubbing at the side of his back lightly.

another 15 minutes go by, and you finally finish your work. you shut your laptop lightly, careful not to disturb your boyfriend. "done?" he asked, repositioning himself after you wiggled in his hold.

you set your laptop on the floor, hoping you won't step on it when you wake up by accident. you wiggled your body downwards, mushing your cheek against his chest while his arms came to wrap around your body again.

"done."

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