Bokuto X You - Blog Posts

soft dom! bokuto + heavy on the size kink + mentions of a lot of cum + overstimulation + intense squirting + praise + f! reader

bokutos big, he knows he is- he sees it in the way you sink deeper into the bed when he folds you down, settles the weight of his hips agaisnt you.

he should be more gentle... maybe. but he’s not sure you’d like that because when he presses himself down onto you, enough to knock the wind out of you he sees the way your eyes curl back into your head.

he feels the way your cunt clenches down onto him, feels the sudden rush of warm wetness coat his crotch- right where your lips stretch around his thick cock.

“sweet girl.” he whispers, taking in your lolling tongue, head digging into bed as you tilt your chin up into him, shaky hands balled into cute fists between the space of you and him, wheezing out how good he feels.

“like being pinned down like this, hm?” its an almost teasing lilt. you think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

he lifts his hips off you, you can feel it when the heat of his balls leave your ass and you already miss it. theres nothing more delicious than being pressed, squished down onto the bed, barely able to suck in a shaky inhale.

“p-please!” you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. your little tantrum is put to an end when he uses his whole weight, uses that driving force to slap back down onto you.

your body gives into the shockwave, shaking just like every single inch of skin and fluff and fat while he continues the brutal slam down and down and down.

it’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock and heavy balls, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass.

“d-dirty.” bokuto huffs, tongue seemingly working too slow for his frantic mind, pushing past the burn he feels, hips smushing down into your pelvis over and over. he mutters a single word, but you understand exactly what he means and the wave of pure pleasure burning through your veins was enough to tip you to an orgasm that made bokuto stop all actions.

even with him holding your legs, he feels the push back- sees the way your muscles tense up, slipping past his hold, flopping onto the bed as your hips rut up and down- still stuffed full of him, splatter after splatter of your cum bathing his lower stomach and thighs in it all.

it makes his head dizzy, watching eagerly at your trembling, seizing body, unable to stop the way his shoulder shakes as he leans back to watch it all happen.

you’re wonderful, beautiful in the way you let him fuck you stupid like this. pushing into the punishing heat of your pussy, even while it’s doing everything it can to push his throbbing cock out.

he should say sorry- knowing you can’t deny him while you’re swimming in a hazy pool of ecstasy- but there’s a frantic push inside to cum in your cunt while you can’t even think.

he groans out another hushed puff of air when the piston of him in you draws even more squirts of cum, even more trembling of your thighs- involuntarily trying to clamp against his hips, begging him to stop.

and he makes it quick, finally pressing right to you- a reprieve in your favor.

like many times before, he fills you up nice and pretty, and that’s what knocks you back to coherency- blinking against your tears as you grab at his mass, muscle and fluff and everything that makes him, him.

“k-kou- f-fuck!” you chatter, squealing, happy and content.

he joins you in the eagerness, bringing his shaky form to join you, not afraid to lean his weight onto your smaller frame.

“good girl.” bokuto slurs, muffled by the pillow right by your head- still having half a mind to give you the praises you love.

you two sleep right after, him soft and weightless- tucking your body into him, barely able to contain the happiness that washes over both bodies, entangled in each other.

bokuto being really sensitive during blowjobs and he jerks up into your mouth making you gAG and he feels really bad about it - but its so good so hes just apologizing while fucking your face

hnnnnh;

— throat fucking + hurt/comfort + spit + mentions of pain + minor cum play + gn! reader

you didn’t mean to- he’s sensitive and you know that, but the single sweep- just a swipe of the tip of your tongue over the ridge of skin right below his swollen and almost purpling head of his cock makes him see stars.

his hands instinctively shoot down and grab your hair, grabs your head with heated and shaky fingers- gasping as a loud moan leaves his throat-

“oh!” he grumbles, tossing his head back, “feels good!”

bokuto is weak, weak to your sinful mouth and consequently bucks up into it- clenching tummy seizing up as he feels you gag, there’s a tiny part of him that enjoys how you sound right now, but with an open mouth; he apologizes reverently.

“sorry... fuck i’m so sorry angel.”

and while he is, truly is, he can’t help the quick thrusting he gives you, feeling you jerk, feeling strings of warm spit trickle out of your mouth.

your fingers dig into the muscle of his thighs so hard there’s surely going to be welts tomorrow. it’s lewd- the sound of his fat cock splitting your mouth open and his heavy fat balls also slapping up, knocking into your chin.

he can hear and fucking feel the surprised whimpers that leave you, he’s taken liberty in using your face to cum- youre nearly limp inbetween his palms and he can’t help it. he knows his cock is fat- knows he should be more gentle but he likes the way your seizing, clenching throat feels around him.

there’s words of apology just tumbling from his lips, but you can’t hear over the rush of blood to your face- trying your hardest not to pass out in a moment like this, you wanted to comfort him- but couldn’t.

“sorry. i’m so sorry.” bokuto pants, lost in it all- his golden eyes are wide, roaming the ceiling before he looks down at you- pinched eyebrows, tears rolling down your face, tresses of your hair caught between his fingers, spit bubbles foaming in the corners of your poor lips.

it does him in, quickening his shallow breathing as he tenses up, bringing your head down- nose smushing against his pubes as he cums hotly, swelling in your mouth, cuming so violently thanks to you- that it seeps up and past the clenching of your throat, costing his cock and smearing out at the base of where your lips end and his pubes begin.

once he’s done, and calmed down, brought back to earth- he gently takes his softening cock out of your mouth, letting you sputter, hand coming down to pat your back, another wiping tears away.

“sorry baby, my angel- i’m so sorry.” koutarou coos, but with the glazed look you give him; he knows it’s okay, knows because you smile, cum and spit stained lips stretching out into a shaky smile and nod, a silent dismissal of his worries.

you loved being used like this.

front of the brain rn is bokuto coming in ur panties,,,,take that in whatever direction u would like to

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

— bokuto cumin in your panties (pregame) + thigh job + pussy job + messy panties+ praise + f! reader

he didn’t have the time to take care of you how he wanted, it was a shame.

seeing you paw at him before his match, whining about how seeing him practice on the court earlier made you so sticky and wet made him so fucking hard and of course he couldn’t just walk out into the his game like that... right?

he makes you stand still, crossing your ankles while he slides his cock inbetween your thighs, the tip of his cock just barely brushing against your cute little clit.

bokuto grabs your hips, towering over you from behind, not even bothering in tugging your bottoms off all the way, pulling you back onto him.

“sorry baby.” he grunts, his precum and your blooming arousal is the only thing that keeps him slick enough to pass over your puffy cunt lips.

“but- you know i won’t fuck your pussy...” koutarou grunts, the force of him grabbing at you makes you whimper, knees going weak, “unless i have time to make you cum over and over.” he hisses, the sound of his fat cock parting your folds over and over makes him dizzy.

taking you like this is proving to be an even better warm up than anything he did earlier.

“yes! i know- i know...” you whine, fingers digging into his own strong and veiny arms, knowing that he’s got you- knowing that he won’t let you fall or let anything happen to you while he fucks the tightness between your thighs.

“fuck- fuck... gunna cum baby...” he growls, nipping the sensitive piece of skin lining your shoulder, you can see by the reflection in the wide mirror in the locker room just how much he’s towering over you- how much thicker his body is... it makes you so dizzy and throb in need.

“please! please cum, your match is starting soon.” you breathlessly pant, hearing the way his teammates are lining up to leave and make their appearance on the court- it’s pure desperation, pure need to have him finish and cum that drives you to squeeze your thighs even tighter, buck back into him, singing his praises while he huffs and whines.

“shit! that’s my girl... pretty little thing... prettiest thighs ever.” koutarou breathes, detaching himself, roughly fucking his fist- the other hand pushing your back, making you tumble forward slightly, his thick thigh coming inbetween your legs.

he hooks his fingers back on the waistband of your bottoms, giving him access to your panties, catching every single spurt of cum, mingling with the arousal that had fallen off your cute cunt in the midst of it all.

there’s a tingle playing at the base of his skull, a feral and deep heat swirling in his tummy at the thought of you walking around with panties he just came all over.

regulating his breathing, carding a hair through his spiky hair, he slaps your exposed cunt, splattering the arousal dripping off you, tucking himself in his athletic shorts, signaling you to pull your ruined underwear up.

“ah.” you wince, grumbling about how sticky and hot his cum feels pressed against your pussy.

he simply winks at you, golden eyes shining mischievously while a thick tongue sweeps up the digits covered in the slick he caught from that slap against your pussy.

“gunna play extra good... knowing my cute little baby’s got my cum all warmed up and save.” bokuto chuckles, tugging you along as he makes his way to the court.

needy! bokuto + but still very much dom! bokuto + bokuto uses your panties to get off + male masturbation + f! reader

he knows you’ll be back soon, knows that in a couple minutes you’ll walk through the door and he’ll be able to touch you, hold you while he takes you; wants to bury his cock inside the moment you’ve stepped through the door, not needing to prep you- wants to take you dry and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head, shaking and whimpering for him to slow down before slumping down in a nice and plaint-

fuck.

bokuto runs a hand through his hair, pushing the silver and darkened strands to settle off his face, sighing at the way he let his thoughts wander.

with a pitiful look he glances down, sees his cock strain against his sweats, tilting to the left, jumping with every thought of you flickering through his mind.

he knows you’ll be back soon... but he can’t wait.

with heavy steps, he pads into your shared room, heartbeat quickening when he sees your drawer- partially opened, letting him see the various colors in panties you like wearing.

he’s quick to single out the pair he knows will get him off the fastest...

they’re pink and frilly, laced and pretty.

bokuto holds them inside a clenched fist- turning around, sitting himself on the bed, heart pounding so hard he can see it in his vision as he looks down at the crumpled material.

it’s quick, the way he hooks his thumb under the wasiteband and brings his cock out- rigid in his movements; he hasn’t done this in so long, and why would he went he has you?

there’s a note of urgency because he knows you’ll be here soon anyways- maybe this was just an excuse to make a mess agasint the pretty lace he loves seeing you in, and as he pumps his cock in hard tugs- hissing at the roughness, it might be true.

bokuto whines, tilts his reddened face back- looking at the ceiling while the sound of his palm slapping heavily against his pelvis rings out loudly into the room, see’s stars and sees you. his imagination pulling scenes of shared moments like the weight of you above him while you ride him, dripping down his cock, or how you wheeze out his name, high and whiny when he folds your body down into a press-

“f-fuck! fuck!” koutarou exclaims, the memory has his dick throb, pulling his balls tight, pitching forward in order to stave off the orgasm. the hand still clutching your panties meets the hand furiously fucking himself, swiping the precum dribbling down with the pink. he watches with wide eyes at how nice the color looks darkening at the translucent pre.

its natural, the order in which it all plays out, not thinking as he wraps your panties around his thick cock, red, angry head peaking at the top and another whine leaves him between the lips caught in between his teeth.

there’s something he really likes about how the thin piece looks stretched around and around him- he didnt even know what was transpiring inside his mind while he gave the first tentative drag, lips popping open in a whimper.

he wants you so badly, tummy swirling at the pain- but this will do, this will surely do.

the pretty fabric now snuggly between his hand and dick helps him speed up, imagining hes simply pulled them to the side- sliding in and out of your swollen and oh so prettty cunt. he can almost hear the familiar sound of squelching and your smell, so good when aroused and cuming around him.

he cant seem to tether down one single scenario, but ultimately the memory of him trapping you under him, arms wrapped ‘round your body as he furiously jackhammers his hips up into your jolting body, held straight by only him is what does bokuto in. the dependency and trust you give him makes the big man nearly cry- cry like you do when he splits your pussy open.

hes too excited and high strung, big broad shoulders tipping forward, curling in on himself as he sees his muscled thighs jump. theres harsh swelling before he cums, hastily bringing your panties up and over the crown of his cock, covering his spurting slit. koutarou traps all the cum, sweating as even then its too much and begins seeping from the fabric and his fingers.

“g-god! shit- y/n!”

lust addled brain only knows you, only craves you while he keenly calls out. sucking in a breath while he releases his cock, letting it fall raw and used, slung against his thigh.

bokuto watches while he slowly opens his hand, the image of the pink panties covered in thick, white globs of his semen is one he will commit to memory.

but, there’s not enough time for koutarou to revel in the sight- ears perk up as the front door opens.

once again, with quick movements he makes his way to you, smiling at the wide eyed look you give him, taking in the red and clearly used cock hanging between his thick thighs.

“fuck- youre here... couldn’t wait... and now i need you.” is all bokuto says, wrapping strong arms around you- dumb rough and big fingers quickly stuffing your own soiled panties (still hot and sticky and wet) inside your mouth to silence any questions, letting you know like you couldn’t taste his cum slowly dribbling down onto your tongue- turning you around and tugging your bottoms down.

the memory of you and how you look right now, shaking in attempt to place your cute hands against the door- lips smeared in the mess of cum from your panties, sucking in a breath from your nose as he slides his soft cock inside- would and could never compare.

he wants to recreate the image that brought him to the end, the end which was slowly dribbling down your mouth because there was just that much, and with those strong brutish arms of his, he curls them around your body, furiously humping from behind- forcing his cock to harden inside your cunt, so warm and steadily creating that slick he loves so much.

“‘m sorry- came all over your panties-“ he moves an arm to tap a finger agaisnt your stuffed mout, touching the pink hanging out before returning his arm, “cause i wanted you... you want me too, right?” bokuto questions, knowing the answer as you push back, eagerly wanting more.

“but now i have you, nd i’m gunna stuff you like you deserve.”

|♡| Phone Sex |♡|

Feat. Tanaka Ryunosuke x F!Reader, Bokuto Kotaro x F!Reader, Tendou Satori x F! Reader

Description: Due to your loving boyfriend being in a different continent for personal reasons, you had been feeling quite lonely in your once shared apartment. You hadn’t expected him to come back for at least another three weeks, which almost seemed unbearable. You two had been keeping contact with innocent skype calls and text messages, until recently when things between the two of you get steamy through the screen. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Sexting, Mutual Masturbation,  Established Relationship, Long Distance?, Desperation, Mentions of Punishment, Brief Insecurities  Word Count: 2,681

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything

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|♡| Tanaka Ryunosuke |♡|

“Miss you”

The short text has you smiling to yourself, kicking your feet at the edge of your bed as your boyfriend continues to complain about how tiresome this trip was and how much he wished he was in bed with you. It wasn’t long before your perverse boyfriend turned his sweet messages into provocative texts, hinting strongly to send him nude photos of yourself. 

“It’s fine if you dont wanna bby, just need a little motivation is all” He sends immediately after, noticing your lack of response. “Are the ones I sent before now cutting it?” You anxiously type the reply to which Tanaka is quick to respond. 

“Ofc, but you know I cant help but want more. I wanna see you.” 

You were always nervous about taking pictures. Always second-guessing your pose or hating on your expression. You had never felt like you were photogenic, and nudes seemed to only strengthen this insecurity despite Tanaka fucking it away numerous times before. 

But you knew your boyfriend, who was completely devoted and obsessed with your character. Just the slightest flash of skin and Tanaka would run laps and have slobber hang from his mouth. He was never shy about how attractive he thought you were. 

You decided to push through your thoughts and do it. After all, you were missing your boyfriend way more than your expected, and the ache between your legs became bothersome. 

“Okay Ryu”

You could practically hear his excitement through the phone as it buzzed with what you assumed was encouragement and gratitude but you were too busy trying to figure out a show to put on for him.

You were in nothing but his old volleyball jersey and some panties, but in the end, you decided it would have to do seeing as you were too anxious to sit and wait in your thoughts.

In the first photo you sat up straight on your knees, nipples poking through the thin fabric of the shirt looking pretty, just as he liked it, and your shirt slightly rid up revealing the flesh of your ass and your underwear. Before insecurities got the best of you, you quickly snapped a photo and sent it to your boyfriend.

Almost instantly you got a list of texts from Tanaka including both compliments and pictures of his boxers, red in color,  with a large imprint and slight wet spot around the tip.

“Your so pretty baby you always get me like this”

“It hurtsss”

Shamelessly you staired. You missed him so much, him pounding you away with so much enthusiasm you swore you could pass out on the spot. Nothing was as good as Tanaka’s cock, but you settled with your hand making its way between your legs, teasing your folds through your underwear.

“Can you take off my jersey for me baby?”

The request had you giggling. Tanaka had a thing for your chest, he would often ask you to push them together and give them a little shake so he could fuck them and cum on your face, breasts often soar and covered in cum from the titty jobs. So you did just that, knowing he would love it.

This time you had more confidence, sending a short video of you stripping off the jersey and leaving you in a lacey bra. You then snapped photos in various positions, each showing your round breasts, sometimes squeezing or pinching them leaving your nipples cute and red. 

- ‘Meathead’ has sent a video -

Tanaka then sent his own video, leaving you gasping audibly as the first frame showed your boyfriend sliding a pocket pussy over his thick cock, wet with what you could assume was his own spit. 

“Ah, babe look what you did to me. Shit, you look so pretty there in my jersey. Your not even showing me your cute cunt yet and your already driving me nuts baby.” He then proceeded to send picture after picture of his body only making you crave him more. 

Tanaka was muscular and cut, slight freckles adorning his shoulders and down the trail of his abs where his cock sat still wet from his previous actions which you assumed he stopped just for you. In some of the videos he was flexing and laughing with that same stupid grin and angry eyebrows that proved although you were a great distance apart and talking through a screen he was still your Tanaka. 

All caution was thrown to the wind as you decided to strip yourself of your panties after taking some photos of the wet spot he caused before sending him lengthy videos of your plunging your fingers in your cunt, attempting to imitate his own during your rounds of sex. 

“Ryu, Ryu, please. Feels so, so good.” You whined, attempting to hold your phone steady as you raised your hips to grind against your hand. Everything was too hot, the video of Tanaka fucking himself with a toy just kept playing in your mind and you couldn’t help but want more. You moved your fingers to flick your sensitive clit which seemed to do the trick and drive you over the edge.

“Wat you, want you so bad. Shit, shit — Ry-Ryunosuke,” you screamed as your hole clamped around your fingers and your eyes rolled back into your head, breath shallow from the intense orgasm that ripped through your body. It took a few minutes to recover before you shakily cleaned yourself up and sent the video to your beloved boyfriend. 

- ‘PRETTY BABY <3′ has sent a video -

“Hope this helps, Ryu, I miss you I wish you were here to help me <33″

|♡| Bokuto Kotaro |♡|

It was probably around one in the morning when your phone rang, buzzing so loud that it shook your whole nightstand causing you to curse yourself for not putting it on do not disturb. 

The call had interrupted your rather steamy dream about your boyfriend, imagining the tan he had gotten from his harsh training with the rest of the National Volleyball Team in some ‘top secret’ place Bokuto refused to tell you about until he had gotten back. 

Now you were left cranky, horny, and tired. Quickly, you smacked your hand down on the phone and answered, bringing the receiver to your mouth to groan out a displeased “what!”

“Don’t be mad..” Your eyes widened at Bokuto’s panting voice, small groans and whimpers making their way to your ear. “Ko? What is it puppy? Why are you calling me so late?”

“I’m sorry baby,” he whined, voice seemingly getting louder. “I’m so fucking hard, it hurt too much I couldn’t sleep.” You sat up quickly realizing what was happening. Just the very thought of Bokuto touching himself had you squeezing your thighs together. 

“Please! Say something I need your voice, can’t cum without you.” 

You smiled, slowly pushing down your loose shorts. “What are you doing now baby, tell me. I wanna know.” Bokuto whimpered at your tone, not enjoying your teasing but decided to play along. “I-I’m fucking fisting my cock babe, it feels so fucking good. I really want you I wish you were here. ‘m miss you.” 

“Wanna know what I’m doing Ko?” You ask slowly, his answer and small sounds of pleasure only fueling you as you circle your finger around my clit. Bokuto desperately asks you to tell him, feeding into your sultry voice and teasing remarks. 

“’m wearing only your jersey, I miss you too, so so much Ko. Smells just like you.” Your boyfriend moans loudly as you continue to describe what you're wearing, telling him every detail about your now discarded panties and your hair tied up messily just how he likes. If you weren’t before you were wide awake now. 

“I’m touching myself, Kotaro. Just for you, you make me feel so good, wish I could cum all over your cock.” You hear Bokuto drop the phone as the found of loud, wet smacking now mixes with his voice, which was begging you to let him touch, to let him taste even if it wasn’t possible.

“I wish it was your fingers baby. How many do you want me to put in? I want to feel good Ko, make me feel good.” 

“Oh fuck! Fuck baby put in two, I promise you, once these awful weeks are up you're not leaving that bed. I need you, baby, I need that pussy.” Bokuto’s voice is commanding and hoarse, telling you he’s probably rubbing himself raw to get to the edge. Your poor boyfriend, he must have been jerking off all night before he called you. 

You sighed when you followed his orders, hole already sensitive and clenching from your harsh rubs on your clit earlier. Not to mention the combination of the wet dream and his voice made you want to roll your eyes back and cream. You were probably closer than he was. But you were determined. 

“C’mon Ko, baby. I want you to cum so bad, miss you so much.” Bokuto’s breathing became sporadic and the harsh slapping sounds of his fist bumping his abs as he tried to get off to your voice increased tenfold. You decided to pull out the trump card, knowing it would drive Bokuto instantly off edge. 

“You’re so good for me Ko, such a good boy. I want you to cum for me Ko, wan’ it so bad. Please cum for me.” 

It was like you said the magic words because as soon as the praises left your mouth your boyfriend began withering and crying into the speaker of your phone, your pussy throbbing in response to him as your high came to a crash, leaving you shaking and panting. The combination of sleep and the orgasm left knocked you out cold because the next time you woke up was to the birds chirping and your alarm clock flashing a bright “8:45″ onto your face. 

You instantly went to check your phone to see several attachments from Bokuto with a cum covered chest and spent dick as well as shameless messages about how deep he was going to fuck you when he was finished training. At the end of it all was a simple but sweet message from him. 

“Night babe, love ya ;)” 

|♡| Tendou Satori  |♡|

“Love,” Tendou cooed, head in his hand as he watched you blush with a soft smile on his face. Tonight was another face-time session, often lasting hours as the two of you talked about your day and caught each other up. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  Tendou noticed your heavy gaze on his lips, squirming slightly in your chair as you tried your best to focus on the conversation. You were daydreaming again, about his lips wrapped around your clit and flicking his heavenly tongue around your cunt till you screamed his name. It was quite obvious what you wanted, but your boyfriend decided he wanted to have some fun first.

  Your boyfriend set down his phone, leaning it against something on the desk of the hotel he was staying at before leaning back allowing his shirt to ride up slightly to give you a teasing view of his abs and happy trail.

  “I wish you were here sweetheart, these judges don’t know what good desserts taste like if they were even considering other people’s entries.” He droned on about the baking competition which had stolen him away from you for a couple of weeks, lifting his shirt up to wipe non-existent sweat off his face and reveal his pale torso.

The enticing view lasted for only a moment but your boyfriend couldn't help but snicker at your dazed look. "Hold on babe, I gotta change my pants they are getting a little...tight."  He then proceeded to walk off camera and throw down his pants and underwear, soft grunts leaving the speaker of your phone causing your pussy to clench at the show.

“Satori,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together slightly. You and Tendou often were in bed together, but this trip and lack of sex had really taken a toll on you. You were too shy to ask your boyfriend for phone sex in the past, but today you wanted to change that, you wanted to see him toy with his pretty cock, and you two cum together.

“I’m..,” You attempt to voice your needs but chicken out of it last second, turning your head to your lap to get a peek of the lingerie set you had worn under the old shirt you were wearing. It was one of Tendou’s favorites, dark maroon with thin sheer lace and pretty elaborate patterns.

“You have to tell me so I can give you what you want, I have no idea what you're getting at I need words, pretty,” Tendou called, looking up to see him sitting back down in his chair, the position his phone was in leaving his dick just out of view although you could see his hand move up and down.  It was then you realized your boyfriend was just toying with you, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and send a glare toward the red-haired man.

“What? Oh c’mon, I didn’t mean no harm.” He teased, a curved smirk covering his pretty lips as lifted his hips slightly to reveal his weeping pink head dribbling with pre-cum.

You scoffed, hands reaching for the hem of your shirt as you peeled it off yourself to reveal your sexy attire to the camera, pushing your chair back so he could get a good view. “Sure, pretty boy, of course, you didn't mean it. But that doesn't mean I won't give you a taste of your own medicine”

Quickly gaining confidence and wanting to get back at him for teasing, you spread your legs apart and began teasing yourself through your underwear, swaying yourself in the chair to not give him an easy view of yourself. “Wait, hold on baby,” he chuckled, quickly pushing down the camera in the hope you would forget your anger and instead get lost at the sight of him revealing his pretty cock in all its glory.

You remained strong however and clicked your tongue, pushing your panties to the side to give your fingers access to your sticky hole. Tendou quickly realized how much he was losing this battle and began to regret his slight teasing. “Baby don’t be that way, I’m sorry,” he sighed, pulling his cock as he watched your tits move while you swayed in the chair.

“I don’t know pretty boy, you’ve been teasing me this whole time with flirty messages and nudes knowing I can’t have you.” A fake pout made its way to your face as you sped up your maneuvers, freehand pulling down the cups of your proactive bra to tweak your nipple. “I don’t think that’s very fair, do you?”

  “Don’t tease me Y/N or I promise you when I get back-”

“What Satori? You’ll punish me three weeks from now?” You laughed at him, knowing very well when he gets back you were in for one hell of a ride. You decided to be merciful and stop swaying your body and give him a clear view of your soaking cunt.

  Tendou’s eyes were glued to your hole, fluttering around your fingers as you sloppily tried to reach your high, he knew he could do so much better than your tiny, clumsy hand. “Don’t cum,” he snarled, knowing by the way you heaved that you were getting close, but Tendou wasn’t nearly there from your previous efforts blocking what he craved to see. 

“Aww, pretty boy, your struggling?” You laughed, moving to rub your clit furiously and letting a few stray moans leave your lips. “Feels so good baby, if only you were here.”

“Y/N I swear-”

You hung up before you could hear the rest of his sentence, orgasm hitting you seconds after you hit the end call button releasing sounds between a laugh and a groan.  

You were in for it when he got home. |♡|—–|♡| 

Authors Note: Hello everyone! I’m not too sure how I like this one, I think only certain parts I was happy with (─‿─) . Let me know if you like this format with multiple characters! Buh bye!!  Links: Masterlist, Ask Me Anything

Favourite Positions: Bokuto

Of all the ways Bokuto loved to fuck you, having your hips dangling off the edge of the bed while he pounded into you from above was by far his favorite.

There was just something about it—how it let him watch you, take in the way your body stretched out beneath him, the way your tits bounced with every hard thrust. How your legs, struggling to stay wrapped around his waist, trembled from the sheer force of him. But more than anything?

It was the way you looked up at him.

Eyes wide, dazed—needy.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so—” Bokuto cut himself off with a groan, grip tightening on your thighs as he slammed into you, his cock driving deep, deeper, until you were arching, gasping, fingers clawing at the sheets.

The angle was almost too much. He could tell by the way you squeezed him, the way you trembled every time he bottomed out, hitting that spot inside you that made your whole body jolt.

“You feel it?” he panted, his abs flexing with every thrust. “Yeah, you do. Fuck—you’re so tight.”

You could barely respond, words lost in broken moans as he set the pace brutal. Skin meeting skin, the slick sounds of your bodies tangling together—his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

His hands left your thighs, one gripping your hip to hold you still, the other sliding down, fingertips ghosting over your stomach before pressing firmly right where he could feel himself inside you.

“Shit,” he groaned, head tilting back, muscles tensing. “I’m so deep in you, baby. Fuck, you take me so well.”

Your back arched at the pressure, the sensation overwhelming, white-hot pleasure spreading through every nerve.

Then, his hand moved lower.

The second his fingers found your clit—rubbing messy, frantic circles—you snapped.

Your whole body locked up, pleasure crashing into you so hard you let out a cry, a high, desperate sound as your walls clenched tight around him. The feeling had Bokuto gritting his teeth, his thrusts turning erratic, chasing his own release as you milked him for everything he had.

One, two, three more thrusts—

Then he was spilling inside you, groaning your name like it was the only thing he knew, hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

For a long moment, the only sound was heavy breathing, the heat of your bodies pressed together, sweat slick and satisfied.

Then, Bokuto let out a breathless, giddy laugh, leaning down to press a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss against your parted lips.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, voice still wrecked. “We’re so doing that again.”

“y/n stop acting like you are in a velocity edit" akaashi sighs, putting down his pen on the table, he was just trying to complete his assignment which was due this week but God forbid if you would let him.

you huff out in annoyance, your boyfriend is so annoying, so what if you were swaying to the beats in a slow motion when you stumbled upon a catchy tiktok audio, it's not like you forget your earphones at home intentionally.

and not to mention you should be the one who is mad, if it wasn't for the pretty mouth canceling your date's plan you swear you would have thrown hands on your busy boyfriend.

and honestly you are doing him a favor by letting him be in your presence, flipping your hair back you feed your ego with your own thoughts.

akaashi sighs, he can already tell what your narcissistic ass might be thinking, he turns his chair around, now facing you. “come here” he mumbles softly, your quirk your brows, hmm fishy.

but you still waddle quickly to him, his chair is pressed against his desk, and he taps his laps. you stop infront of him, giving him a icky expression as a response to his tap.

“what? are you trying to copy atsumu and his side chicks?” akaashi has a quick flashback of the star setter with his random hookup as soon as you mentioned the name, his expression changes to being disgusted in a second.

“first of all no” he clearly remembers the girl sticking to atsumu as a glue on his lap and using too much tongue while making out, Infront of everyone at the party, no he doesn't wants to recreate that. “and second of all, weren't your craving for my attention”

“well you should ofcourse return it since you stole all my attention, you fuckin’ robber ” you sit yourself on his lap, putting your weight on him hesitantly, but he cradles you so swifty in his arms that you swear you get weak in the knees. sza was right, you needed a big boy, akaashi is your big boy.

“cheesy” he chuckles, even though he admits you are cheesy as fuck but he can't help but break a smile at what you say with that cute angry pout.

he grabs your ass pulling you closer, fuck this guy will make you horny unintentionally, if his hands just rides a little above, a littl— “but stop saying those stuff to me though” akaashi continues, interuppting your unholy thoughts.

“huh? oh. what stuff” you burrow your eyebrows.

“stuff that makes me wanna kiss the hell out of you” he says it so nonchalantly like, like it didn't just leave your cheeks to become tinted red, you tug at his short messy hair.

“who is the cheesy one now” you hit his arms softly, god even his muscles are hot.

“you always leave me feeling giddy and shit” you roll yours eyes, holding his face in your hands “and superrr horny but that's beside the point” a grin breaks out on his pretty lips as a response to your confession.

akaashi keiji smiles really occasionally but when he does, you swear he has you swooning over his feet, his blue eyes follow yours through his glasses and there is a comfortable silent hanging in the room with you too being so close.

“fuck I love your face” you grip his cheeks like he is some kind of a baby.

“then sit on it”

❪ HAIKYUU <3 ❫  ❮  just things ! ⟡ ↳ bokuto, ushijima, kageyama

| just random thoughts for haikyuu boyss

❪ Bokuto ❫

- You don’t know how much he is ready to sacrifice everything for you. You know that he loves you, yet you remain oblivious at the fact that he would willingly kneel and let himself be wrapped around your pretty finger. Bokuto will worship you, despite doing actions any normal person would do, but in his eyes, you are like an angel

- He wonders what he must’ve done to be blessed by God, receiving a gift directly from the heavens: you, you, you. 

- No matter what, even if his smiles change into a line, wether the impossible becomes possible, or if there would ever be a day all things go downhill, he will, and most certainly, will continue loving you.

❪ Ushijima ❫

- quiet. Ushijima Wakatoshi barely speaks, and his team knows that, perhaps it was better to keep his mouth shut instead of talking about such irrelevant topics. But then you came in, with that personality of yours, enough for him to spout nonsense without a care

- you brought out this side of him, the more open and talkative side of the stoic captain, most times you even become surprised that he leads the conversation instead of you, despite knowing that he is the silent one in the relationship

- Regardless of being known as frightening, all eyes widen when they notice the same man they whispered about being scary is holding you with his strong arms, nuzzling his nose on your hair with a soft smile as he made it clear how much he loves you, he doesn’t care about the people who watch

- “I love you, I love you... I love you, Y/n.” 

❪ Kageyama ❫

- Whipped. Even just at the starting stage of having you as his crush, he is ready to give all of his effort to woo you. Buying two milk packets, claiming those two to be his yet one passerby will see it being on your table after a few minutes

- He may or may not have taken those bad advices from Nishinoya and Tanaka to heart, acting all smug towards you, even claiming to not remember your name in spite of being in the same class everyday, even being locker mates

- In the end, Kageyama turns back into his blushing and stuttering self the moment you initiate those sweet gestures he hoped he could do even if you two are alone

- It doesn’t matter if you are still his crush, or his girlfriend, his love for you never dies. Jackets always being lended to you the moment he notices you get cold, carrying you when he sees your feet start to ache from walking, all those gentlemen gestures never fail to appear in your everyday life

- Maybe, just maybe... He might even devote his life to you until his eyes open to see you walk on the isle with a smile on your face