Haikyu Smut - Blog Posts

asking him for nudes [nsfw]

feat. tsukishima, kuroo, kita, atsumu, tendou

notes: will probably do a version of this for jujutsu kaisen

warnings: female!reader, masturbating, degradation, edging in atsumu’s, atsumu flashes his team 😕, implied cum eating in tendou’s

tsukishima is annoyed, but when is he never? you begged and whined for nudes while the man was at work, for god's sake. he firmly told you no in the beginning and to stop acting like a brat. but when you kept pushing for some, and sending clips of how needy you were, he broke his composure.

the blonde slips into the employee bathroom, locking the door. finally freeing himself, he's already half hard. tsukki sends a picture of himself, smug expression and all with his pretty cock in frame. 'here. happy now?'. and of course he already knows the answer to that when you send a pouting picture in return. tsukishima can't help but take advantage of the photo to get himself off. he makes a video, spitting out profanities and words of degradation while he fucks his hand. he doesn't grant you the pleasure of seeing his face while he does. he knows how much you love seeing his face, but you disobeyed him, and this is punishment.

'you better not touch my cunt. i'm going to fucking ruin you when i get home.'

kuroo is ecstatic. he'll do anything for his pretty baby and the man is more than glad to send you some nudes. he doesn't send them right away though because he has to tease you first. he first sends a picture of his hard on through his slacks, the caption 'this what you want, baby?'. he knows you want more but he wants to see you say it. after successfully getting you to beg, he sends a video of him touching himself through his pants, telling you how it isn't nice for you to get him this worked up right now. how if you were in his office he'd have you bent over his desk. but of course kuroo asks for you to send nudes in return because he's dying to see just how wet you are for him.

being in his own office with no one else in the building, he doesn't hold back. he is loud—very loud. he's moaning your name excessively and telling you how good you always make him feel. asking you if you'll ride him and clench down like you always do so perfectly. his vest and button up are undone and you can see all of his toned chest. he whines and mumbles about how well you take him and how he can’t wait to fuck you. not long after, he orgasms and uses a tissue to clean himself.

'your turn, baby. let me see that pretty pussy i'm going to stuff full later <3'

kita is flustered. when he received a text from you saying 'there's an emergency' he was prepared to drop his farming tasks for whatever you needed. he wasn't expecting you to send him a video of you touching yourself, saying how much you need him. this is all new to him, but he wants so desperately to please you, so he tries his best. kita shreds his clothes, his fit and toned arms and chest in view, beautifully tanned from working outside. he truly looks ethereal.

he feels shy and a little embarrassed showing himself nude on camera but if anyones seen the man, there's absolutely nothing embarrassing about how pretty his cock is. he doesn't realize how pent up he actually is until he starts stroking himself, his whines and moans get gradually louder as he thinks about you and your cute cunt. but however the romantic person kita is, he starts rambling about how beautiful you are, and how he can't wait to start his own little family with you. he thinks you'll look so pretty round and carrying his babies. don't you? he rambled about how he'll take good care of you and your family. there isn’t anything that turns him on more than the thought of you having his kids. he knows you two planned to wait a little longer, but there’s nothing wrong with a little head start, right?

'sweetheart ya can't go and startle a man like that, now hurry home from work so i can finally have my way with ya. need ya pregnant by the end of the day'.

atsumu is smug. he knows he's attractive. he knows he's irresistible. especially when it comes to you. when he saw your message about sending nudes it was right after his practice had ended. sweaty and high on adrenaline, the blonde doesn't need to do much to get himself worked up. just seeing the messages of you being needy could be enough to get him to cum. but he is a performer, and as a performer, he must put on a show.

he teases you in the video, asking you just how badly do you want him and how you want him to take you. he assures you not to worry your pretty little head too much because however it is, he’ll be having you cum multiple times. the thought of getting you off brings himself to the edge and he knows he’s about to cum. but what's this? atsumu stops himself right before he can. his dick is a deep, scarlet red and his hard on by this point is near painful. but if there's one rule atsumu has, it's to not waste his own cum. the only place it belongs is inside of you and not the shower floor. once he’s done edging himself he sends a picture of his painful, rock hard cock.

he ignores the cries of his teammates and the noise of disgust (from sakusa specifically who said for him to 'put that thing away') when coming out the shower. he’s just trying to make it home to you now.

'ya don't know what you just started, angel. ya better be face down, ass up on the bed when i get home. yer not sleeping at all tonight.'

tendou is spontaneous. one nude was never the same from the last one. you're convinced that him sending nudes is more enjoyable for him than you, considering how worked up he gets. there was one instance where he told you he had a 'surprise for you' to bring home from work, and the man came home with his dick in a box full of chocolates. needless to say, if you didn't have a sweet tooth then, you do now.

but imagine this time around asking for some nudes he actually beats you to it, asking to send something at the same you do.

"i've been waiting for you to ask for this~" he sings in the video "i've been working on something for you, mon chéri~'. your anticipation eats at you while you wait, but it’s quietly followed by a gasp at the sight on your screen. low and behold, the man had made a chocolate mold out of your pussy. how he did it, you don't know. do you even want to know? you're even more choked up when you see him fuck the mold, his pretty moans taking up the video. your eyes are drawn to his slender hips and the way he moves them. you hate to say it, but you really do envy chocolate right now. tendou sweet talks you, saying how he wish he can't wait to have the real thing, and how your real pussy is much sweeter than any chocolate. a cute smile is plastered on his face and his pale skin is flushed a pretty pink, the way he shudders lets you know he's close. he loudly moans your name, cumming deeply inside the chocolate. grinning at his work, he shows it to the camera.

'i made all of this nice filling for you. you're going to eat it all, right?'

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This Little Thing Of Ours

Warnings/Tags:

• Omegaverse, A/B/O • College AU • Aged-Up Characters • Explicit Sexual Content • Alpha!Oikawa • Omega!Hinata • A lot of scenting and sex • Smut with plot • Multiple Chapters • More tags to be added as I update

Pairing: Oikawa x Hinata (Oihina)

Hinata’s voice is small. “…I don’t know what to do.”  It’s the defeat in his tone, that acknowledgment that he can’t win and can’t hide this on his own— It causes Oikawa’s chest to pang with sympathy.  “…” Oikawa swallows thickly, glancing at the bracelet Hinata always wears—and only now realizing those are the scent blockers that he should’ve noticed, because betas don’t need scent blockers in the first place because of how subtle their scents are—and he exhales slowly when his eyes meet Hinata’s again. “Do you trust me?” 

Or: An omegaverse, college Oihina AU where Oikawa learns that Hinata lied about being a 'beta', and what comes after can only be described as...messy. But also a lot of sex. And some feelings somewhere down the line.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The chapters are listed down below ▼

❀ Chapter 1

❀ Chapter 2

❀ Chapter 3

❀ Chapter 4

❀ Chapter 5

❀ Chapter 6

❀ Chapter 7

❀ Chapter 8

❀ Chapter 9

❀ Chapter 10

❀ Chapter 11

❀ Chapter 12

Love Me Through the Phone (Bokuto x Reader) (NSFW)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: After Bokuto leaves for an away game on Valentine’s Day weekend, you’re left to handle the day’s pleasures all on your own. There’s just one little problem--nothing comes close to what Bokuto could give you. Luckily, he offers a solution, and though it’s completely out of your wheelhouse, you find yourself desperate enough to give in.

Warnings: smut, phone sex, mutual/guided masturbation, dirty talk, slight praise kink, slight dumbification, edging (if you squint), (gentle) dom!Bokuto

A/N: Happy belated Valentine’s Day! Here’s a lil gift from me to u that I’ve had stuck on my mind for a while. Yes, yes, I know, I ain’t great at writing smut, so if someone else wrote this prompt w/ Best Boi Bokuto™ uhh… *cough cough* sendittomeplsnthx. Enjoy!

Word count: 2731

        “So… what are you wearing?”

        “Jesus Christ,” you break off into a laugh, picking up the phone. 

        “Nah, nah, c’mon, I’m serious. We gotta start somewhere.”

        Still shaking your head, you lean back on the bed once more, propped up on a few pillows but otherwise completely reclined. “Fine, fine, but anything else like that and I’m gonna have to leave you to your hand.”

        “I promise, now c’mon. Tell me.”

        “Seriously?”

        “One-hundred percent.”

        You purse your lips, debating a little. You can feel how much you want it--want him--and when you shift your hips, you can almost feel it soaking uncomfortably against your clothing. He’d texted you minutes ago with a proposition after learning of your predicament last night. 

        You’d wanted him so bad, but that alone wasn’t enough. Bokuto was off at an away game, and the distance--plus it being Valentine’s Day--only made things worse. You’d tried so hard, even trying to imagine his hand in your own’s place, even his tongue. It was just not enough. 

        Though, Bokuto didn’t seem to know how to handle the situation either. 

        “Fine, fine. I’m, uh, I’m wearing that little dress you like-”

        “Yeah?”

        “-and those silk panties you almost tore that one time.”

        “Really?”

        “Fuck no. It’s a Monday--I’m wearing sweats and a tank top, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least two rats making babies in my hair.”

        “Well at least someone’s getting some.”

        “Kou!”

        “Sorry, YN!” Bokuto whines, his voice crackling through the line. “But come on! Take this seriously.” He pauses, silence flooding your room.

        “Just… let me help you.”

        Your thighs subconsciously clench at the tone. It’s so familiar it’s like they’re preparing to be spread apart. 

        The place between your thighs is soaked by now, far more stirred than you’re letting on. The fact that your voice is still steady surprises even you at this point. 

        “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

        “Don’t be, baby. Just lay back for me, will you?”

        “Okay.” Gnawing at your cheek, you make the choice to place Bokuto on speaker, setting him down just beside your shoulder so you can hear his every word. At this point, you’re on your back, head lain on a pillow and hands dancing along the strings of your sweats.

        “Comfy?”

        “Yeah.”

        “Good.” There’s a few shuffles over the phone, and when Bokuto’s voice returns he sounds a little out of breath, a little strained. “Good. Okay.”

        “Okay,” you nervously parrot, not really sure what else to do with yourself. Slowly, you’re beginning to gather that neither of you have done this before. Despite Bokuto sounding so confident earlier, he now seems reduced to the same anxious, aroused mess that you are. 

        “All right, now just…just follow my lead, okay?” 

        “Mhmm.”

        “I want you to go slow, no matter what I tell you. Don’t speed up until I say.” His orders, simply the thought of their implications, leave your fingers twitching closer to your arousal. The need to touch yourself was beginning to leave a yearning that ran rampant through your veins. A single spark filled your stomach with heat. 

        “Okay.”

        “Good,” he exhaled. “Now touch yourself.”

        You almost choked on your spit. “Wh-uh, I mean,” your gaze traced along the ceiling frantically, desperately trying to distract yourself from the burning in your cheeks. “Like, where?” 

        Your question had slipped out without a second thought, and when Bokuto chuckled, the flush spread to your chest. 

        “Maybe you’re right,” he pondered. “Let’s go slower than that.” A huff, then his voice returned, excited. “All right, I got it. Think of me, all right?”

        “Kou, I already tried that.”

        “I know, baby, I know. But now you can actually hear me, and you don’t have to imagine a thing. Leave it to me.”

        You were grateful he accepted your timid silence as approval. 

        “Okay, so… think of me touching you, right? Like I’m right there in front of you, baby, and I’m just running my hands all over you-”

        “Kou?” you cut him off, blindly picking at your fingernails. 

        “What’s up? You wanna stop?”

        “Can you touch yourself too?” And it’s when he falls silent that you realize how awkward that sounded. “Ah shit, I-I mean, like, I just kinda felt awkward doing it alone and like I felt like if you were doing it too I’d feel better about it and-”

        “God, YN, you thought I wasn’t doing that already?”

        “What?” 

        He scoffs, and shame begins to sour your anticipation. 

        “The second you said you were touching yourself to the thought of me, babe, I was at it. You seriously thought I was gonna sit here and just let you play with yourself while I’m over here just listening?”

        “I mean, a little…”

        “Shit, YN. I let you tie me up once and suddenly you think I like being blue-balled.”

        “Well…”

        “It was one time!”

        “Whatever, Kou! Can we just…get back to what we were doing?”

        “Fine, fine. But we’re discussing this later.”

        “Okay, okay. Just get on with it, will you? Please, Kou, I…” you pause, body once more growing aware of the situation between your legs. “I need your help.”

        “I know, babe.” Bokuto gulps, taking a second to relax himself once more. You’re busying yourself with fiddling with the bottom of your tank top now, tempted to just lift off the damned thing along with the rest of your clothes. 

        But you’re a little curious if Bokuto would mind that.

        “All right, sweetheart. Like I said, follow my lead.”

        You hum. 

        “I want you to imagine me there, right on top of you, baby. Think of how I’d push your shirt up, how I’d run my hands up your sides. Do that to yourself for me, will you, sweetheart?”

        You listen and copy his words, running your hands underneath the cotton hem and brushing your fingertips along your hips, just as Bokuto had done so many times. 

        Well, it wasn’t perfect. But his voice certainly helped. 

        “Go up higher, baby. I want you to hold those pretty tits of yours.

        “God, I can almost feel ‘em in my hands. So soft, always wanna keep my hands there. So fuckin’ pretty.”

        “Kou…” You do as he asks, but it’s not enough. You want more, now.

        “I know, I know. But remember, sweetheart, I said we’re taking things slow tonight.”

        “But-”

        “Now touch yourself. Imagine my hands playing with those cute little nipples of yours, baby. Make ‘em all tight and perky for me.” Hesitantly, you follow his lead. Your fingers draw circles, tug and caress like how you remember he would after long days. How his hands would yank off your shirt before palming and squeezing and stroking. Some days he was really mean, and your hips shifted at the thought of the dark marks he would leave scattered along your chest. 

        “Feel good?” His voice is breathless, and you’re a little uncertain of whether that means your soft moans had somehow passed through the phone line despite how much you’d suppressed them. Though, Bokuto did like you loud. 

        “So good,” you pant, hands still toying almost torturously. “But I want more, Kou, please.”

        “Fuck, baby, I ever tell you how cute you are when you beg?”

        “Kou…”

        “Fine, fine. But you know I’d play with your pretty tits longer than that. From now on, let’s go at my pace.”

        Fuck. You knew Bokuto had a pace, but when it came to nights like these, it was slower than you’d expect. Though most nights Bokuto jumped you and kept at it like a rabbit, there were just some days where he dragged things out, usually just to hear you beg for him. An ego boost, or whatever. Like he needed it. 

        “Slowly, sweetheart, bring your hands down to your thighs and spread ‘em, nice and gentle--you know how I’d peel ‘em apart.” He broke off into a grunt. “And t-then stroke the insides of your thighs, baby.”

        “Kou?”

        “What’s up?”

        “Do,” you clench your jaw, telling yourself to get over the embarrassment by now. “-Do you want me to take my clothes off?”

        “Fuck, you still have any on? Why?”

        “Oh.” You took that as a cue to tear off your tank top and sweatpants, a little ashamed by the eagerness with which you did it. That feeling only grew when you squirmed out of your panties, catching a glimpse of the glistening stain left on them. 

        An idea hit you, and though you knew it would only make you flush more, you wanted to hear his reaction.

        “Kou?”

        “Are they off?”

        “My panties are soaked.” 

        The reaction was instant. 

        “Jesus–fuck,” Bokuto hissed under his breath. You heard something akin to skin on skin as his cursing hitched, and a strangled groan filled your ears. 

        “Fucking tease,” he rasped when he finally seemed to stop himself from going too far. There was a tension in his voice that warned you he wanted revenge. “Put both hands on that wet little pussy, sweetheart. For that, I wanna hear it.”

        Finally. The second your dominant hand made contact with your swollen clit, your hips jerked up without volition. “Sh-it.”

        “Nu-uh, YN. Keep them there. Two inside, one on your clit. Nice and slow.”

        It was hard to keep a steady, controlled pace. Your hips kept bucking, your back kept arching, and the two fingers Bokuto had ordered deep inside you weren’t reaching that little spot he seemed to have memorized like the back of his hand. 

        The lone index finger you kept circling your clit wasn’t doing your sanity any favors. The muscles of your thighs began to tremble in sheer desire of some actual force, a little muscle behind the action. 

        “YN,” Bokuto’s tone was low, warning. The second you’d sped up your hands to meet your needs, Bokuto could hear your closed-mouth whimpers growing higher. 

        “Kou, please.”

        “Hands off, baby. Completely.”

        “Wha…” you opened your mouth in protest, reluctantly pulling two soaked fingers out of your weeping hole and forcing your hand away from your clit. 

        “I told you to listen, baby. And now that’s all you get to do.”

        “Kou, what-”

        “Ahh, shit.” You slam your mouth shut, biting your lip at the delicious moans echoing through the phone. “Fuck, so good.”

        Bokuto’s strained groans come quick and in between pants. You’re positive there’s a sheen of sweat covering his forehead now, his arm flexed and taut as he strokes himself. 

        “YN, baby. ‘F-Feels so good.”

        “Kou,” you plead, gaze a little unfocused as you listen to his moans while forcing your hands to stay at your sides. You feel yourself twitching, clenching around nothing. 

        “Fuck, wish I was inside you right now.” Throaty moans now filter through the crackling line, so loud you wonder if the neighboring apartment can hear--not that they shouldn’t be used to it by now. “You’re always so fucking tight, sweetheart. Always so wet and tight on my cock.”

        “Kou please, let me-”

        “Hold on. Just a little more, baby--fffuck. Know you wanna touch yourself. Spread your legs for me, but don’t touch.”

        You peel your knees apart once more, frustrated to no longer have any friction to work with. Your hips roll desperately, but it accomplishes nothing but making you more desperate. You can feel your arousal dripping down, now, soaking into the sheets. 

        “You remember before I left, sweetheart? Remember how I fucked your pretty little brains out? Never seen you like that before, so pretty and crying over how good my cock felt inside you.”

        “Yes, Kou, yes! Please, just let me-”

        “Said you couldn’t walk the next day. Said I fucked you so good you couldn’t feel your legs, baby. You feel ‘em now? All spread apart and just fucking shaking? If I fucked you right now, sweetheart, you think you could even think straight?”

        “No, Kou, fuck I need you so bad.” You threw an arm over your eyes, the other digging into the sheets as you waited and waited for permission. 

        “You only got your fingers, and you can’t even use ‘em. All you got is me, the thought of me fucking into you, turning your pretty little brain into mush. Making you feel so good all you can do is cry. Baby, I still got those scratch marks on my back.”

        “Kou-”

        “Just a few more days, sweetheart, and I’ll have you making new ones. For now though, I suppose I could let you play with yourself.”

        You almost cried out in relief, hands darting down to your aching, sopping hole, feeling as it drenched each fingertip with ease. 

        “Three fingers inside. I know you can take it. Pretend it’s me warming you up for my cock, baby, stretching you out and having you dripping all over my fucking hand.”

        He’s right, it is a stretch, and you almost whimper when you press your fingers up and against the little pleasure center deep inside you, fingertips just barely brushing. 

        “Your little clit hurts so good, doesn’t it, baby? You’re being so mean to it aren’t you, rubbing hard circles into it.”

        He pauses, breaking off into a drawn-out groan of your name. 

        “I don’t care. Go faster.”

        And you do, and he’s right, and you just can’t bring yourself to care as you press harsh patterns into your clit, struggling to pump your fingers at the same time without losing pace completely and frustrating yourself. 

        “That’s it. Say my name, baby. Scream my name while you play with yourself. Couldn’t do that by yourself, could you?”

        “Kou--fuck!” You clench your eyes shut, arching your back harder as you speed up your desperate ministrations. Heat gathers at your clit from the friction, and your slick is practically gushing now, loud and pornographic.

        Bokuto certainly got what he wished--there was no way he couldn’t hear how wet you were. 

        “You can only touch yourself with my help, can’t you? So fucking good to me, baby. So pretty playing with your tight little hole like that. Dirty little thing.”

        “God, fffuck,” you whimper, back arching when your gushing finally reaches its peak. 

        “You coming?”

        “Y-es!”

        “I wanna hear who made you feel this good. Who made you play with your own little pussy so good, baby?”

        “Kou! Yes, Kou!”

        “Good girl. Good fucking girl.” Bokuto moans one last time, loud and guttural, and the slick of your fingers brushing and kneading your clit becomes too much. Your legs, spread wide and strained, shake with the effort as your back arches against the pillows behind you, head tossed back and mouth open in a silent gasp. 

        Bokuto soothes you on your way down, small “I love yous” and “so good for mes” traveling over the line. When your body finally stops twitching, you lean over and snag your phone, turning it off speaker and pressing it to your ear. 

        “Thank you, Kou,” you hum softly, lethargic and exhausted. “That was so much better than last night’s shit show.”

        “I’m so relieved, baby.” He pauses, humming. “And glad to know you can’t seem to come without me.”

        “Yeah, well, good thing you’re coming back soon. This was good, but…” You sit up, staring at his side of the bed, a little unkempt from you rolling over to it in your sleep night after night. “I wish you were here.”

        “I know, baby. I wish you were with me too.”

        “It’s so lonely without you.”

        “I know. I miss you.”

        “Plus I finally found out where you hid those handcuffs after that night.”

        “Goddamnit, YN, just throw those fucking things out! I’m not getting blue-balled again!”

Sober Thoughts (Ushijima x Reader) (Partly NSFW)

(Contains a skippable NSFW scene)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Drunk and full of bad decisions, you decide to walk to Tendou’s apartment to wallow in hopelessness over your feelings for Ushijima. But wait… why is Tendou taller and bulkier than usual?

A/N: (Oh wow, um so this turned into a smut?? I honestly don’t know wtf happened) Umm, umm, umm. What. 600 followers?? How? When? Whyyyy? ASkfadshkf whatever, thank you guys so much for your support!! I’m just gonna grin ecstatically in my corner over here. No, I don’t look like a maniac, be quiet. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this lil’ drunk confession oneshot to celebrate!

Warnings: SMUT!!!, cunnilingus, first-time squirting, & slight praise kink maybe??

Word count: 3636

        Tendou was a little taller than usual. And a little more… brown-haired. But you didn’t mind. You just needed to talk to someone.  

       You’ve loved Ushijima for years, ever since you first managed for his team in high school. He was so kind and sweet to you, always offering to help carry water bottles and encouraging you to be honest about the boys’ performance in a game. He loved to hear your insight, and you loved to hear his guttural voice ask for your insight. You stayed in contact ever since, all of you third years, and often went out on the weekends together. But your feelings for him eventually became too much.

       Tendou was the only one who knew how you felt, so you knew you could trust him with your drunk ramblings tonight. Seriously, you were hammered. Smashed. Absolutely shit-faced. Which explained why the wild redhead you had been friends with for a decade now looked so weird. And had a clone. Or three. 

       “YN?” Tendou opened the door to his apartment and looked down at you curiously. Did his voice get deeper too?

       “TENDOUUUUUU!” you screeched with drooping eyes. You held your arms open for a hug, but when he didn’t move a muscle you awkwardly slumped forward against his chest. “Hehe, have you been working out? You feel bigger than usual. Hehe.” Your voice held a drunken slur as you giggled into his shirt, poking the solid pec your forehead currently snuggled against. 

       “YN, it is almost one in the morning, try to lower your voice.” Ugh, he got stricter too. 

       “Jessussss, Tendouuuu, you sound like Wakajima now…” you trailed off, growing tired. He was really, really, really warm. 

       “‘Wakajima’? YN, I believe you are drunk. Shall I take you home?” You snorted at his chivalrous tone. 

       “No. You. Shall. Not,” you mumbled, poking his stomach with each word before stumbling past him and into his apartment. “Bingo,” you squinted when you spotted his sofa and trudged towards it, barely avoiding tripping over your own feet. 

       “DAMN HEELS!” You plop onto the leather furniture and hastily rip your five-inch heels off, sighing in relief as they release their satanic grip on your toes. “Ahhh, freedom.” You hiccup while throwing them in a forgotten corner of his living room, missing his lamp by just a hair. 

       “YN, please keep your voice down.” Tendou laments, trailing his bulkier form into his kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. 

       “Ohhh,” your eyes widen in surprise and tsk to yourself. “You’re right, you’re right, shhhhhhhh!” you loudly hush, throwing a finger against your lips while sagging back into his cold cushions. The TV is on, and you snatch the remote from under your dress-covered butt, giggling at the mishap while flicking through channels. 

       Tendou exhales slowly while lowering down to sit beside you, his heavier build causing the couch to dip and you to slip towards him. You allow gravity to take your head all the way to his thighs, chuckling when you land on his lap with a “flump.”

       “OH MY GOD, SESAME STREET?!” 

       “YN, please.” 

       “Right, sorry,” you nod before whisper-yelling, “Oh my God, Sesame Street!” You set the remote down on his coffee table and he places a glass of water and a bottle of pills alongside it. 

       “Aww, is that for me?” you coo, flipping your body so your back rests against the sofa and your head faces his chin. “You’re so sweet, Tendou!” 

       “YN, I’m not-”

       “Anyways,” you interrupt, kicking your bare against the slick arm of the sofa. The movement causes your little black dress to slink up your thighs just the tiniest bit, and Tendou clears his throat, desperately gluing his, hmm, dark green eyes (weird…) to your face. “I really want to talk to you about him.”

       “YN, I’m not-”

       “I know, I know,” you cut him off once again, crossing your arms against his chest. “You’ve been telling me to confess since high school, but I’m still scared!” With your nose scrunched up in frustration, you shake your head. Your hair must tickle his thighs below his basketball shorts, because he lets out a small snort that’s quickly disguised with a cough. 

       “Tendou, I just,” you purse your lips and avoid his burning gaze, “God, I like him so much. I think I might even love him.” Your voice still has a small slur, but your tone has grown serious. “He’s just… amazing. He makes me feel things I never have before, and I can’t get him out of my head at this point.”

       “Who?” Tendou asks, his recently-husky tone tinged with… sadness maybe?

       “Don’t be a jackass, Tendou,” you groan, jabbing him in the cheek as he peers down at you. “You know who.”

       “Remind me.” Even though he still has five or so twins, Tendou’s shape is slowly becoming clearer by the second. You can almost see a muscle twitching in his jaw. 

       “Wakatoshi.” Your cheeks burn, and you accidentally try to hide your face in his chest. You missed by a long shot.

       “YN!” he squeaks, turning your head back to face him while his ears tinge pink. Oopsies. Your face had almost turned to meet what was a few square inches south of his v-line. Wo-ah, guess who’s shirt lifted up?

       “Sorry, sorry!” you cry out, hiding your embarrassment behind your hands. Elmo chatters in the background about how to count to ten, which was the number of seconds it took for Tendou to respond. 

       “It’s um… it’s okay.” You can hear him gulp from your spot on his lap, and slowly uncover your face at his words. “So,” he continues hesitantly, “you like Wakatoshi?” He sounded so uncomfortable, but the mention of your crush makes your head start to swim again. 

       “Yes, I do!” Pressing your head harder into his bulky thighs, you sigh exasperatedly and fold your hands along your stomach. “What am I supposed to tell him, Tendou? It’s been years, I highly doubt he likes me back.” 

       “I’m sure he does.”

       “No he doesn’t,” you laugh bitterly. “Fuck! What do I do?”

       “Just tell him how you feel.” Tendou’s fingers start to comb through your hair, making your scalp itch every time he hits a tangle.

       “Ohh yeah, sureeee. Just go over to his apartment, knock on his door and scream, ‘I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU AND I HAVE BEEN EVER SINCE WE FIRST TALKED!’”

       “I’m sure he would like that.”

       “Pshh, sure, and then- hiccup!-and then tell him about how I can’t stop thinking about when he first touched my hand while helping me pick up the water bottles. And that time when I wrapped his finger after spiking too much. And that time when I accidentally hugged him after you guys won that game, and that… that other time… when you- hiccup!- guys lost to… that one team-” You pass out in his lap, your rant finally coming to an end as you give in to your foggy mind and aching body. 

                               ~~~

       “Ughhh.” 

       All you can do is groan. The lights out your window are so bright, and increase the burn of the already-present headache. Birds tweet melodically outside, just loud enough that you can hear it through the pounding in your brain. 

       God, what happened?

       The last thing you remember from last night is walking out of the club and down the street, then your memories abruptly cut off directly after. 

       Then you realize something. 

       THIS ISN’T MY BED!

       “Oh fuck,” you rasp, your throat still rubbed raw from the alcohol. Hesitantly, you try to feel under the sheets for your clothes, and sigh in relief when you find them still intact. The mattress you lay on is larger than your own at home, and it’s warmth begs to be reveled in for just a second, a minute, maybe an hour longer. But the fear that you’re in some stranger’s apartment reigns supreme, and you know you need to escape. Fast. 

       Scrambling out of the hefty sheets, you sniff the air instinctively while creeping over to the door. Is that… bacon? 

       Drool begins to gather in your mouth, and you creep through the cracked doorway to track down the heavenly scent. 

       Sizzles echo from down the hall, and you start to realize that the apartment appears familiar. Why am I at Wakatoshi’s? 

       Tip-toeing around the corner, you peer into the kitchen and drop your jaw at the sight. 

       Well hello there, back muscles.

       “Toshi?” you gulp, stepping onto the hardwood floor hesitantly. 

       “YN, you’re awake. I left a glass of water and some pills out for you.” He nods his head towards the kitchen counter, and you gratefully take a seat at a stool and down the pain-relievers in one gulp, choking down the cold water like a man stranded in a desert. 

       “Thanks,” you mumble, licking your lips while rubbing your temples to relieve the ache. “Hey, do you know why I’m here?”

       “Yes,” he chuckles deeply. His voice is still thick with sleep, causing a shiver to jolt down your spine. “You came here last night thinking I was Tendou.”

       You join him in giggling at the thought, shaking your head at your own stupidity. “Why in the world was I- OH FUCK!” 

       The memories clash all at once in your brain as events from last night hit you like a dump truck. “Oh my God!” you whisper, scandalized. Running a hand through your hair, you stare into Ushijima’s humored eyes while your own widen in horror. “Oh my God! You didn’t even care to tell me you weren’t Tendou?!”

       The intimidating volleyball player only hums in confirmation, setting down a plate of bacon in front of you before leaning his palms against the counter. You catch an eyeful of six pack and bite your lip at the sight, almost drawing blood when it flexes with a quiet laugh. 

       “No, but to be fair, you talked a lot last night,” he nods, throwing the kitchen cloth he had been using over his shoulder while eyeing you up and down. 

       “Could- umm, could you put a shirt on before we discuss this?” The temptation to stare is calling out your name, and you try so desperately to remember that it’s the inside that matters, YN!

       All muscles are actually interior, though, right? So you’re technically fine!

       “I think we should talk about it now, YN.” His face grows darker as he watches you swallow nervously. The seriousness in his tone leaves you to snatch up a strip of bacon and hastily chew on it.

       “Do we have to?” you ask with a mouthful of food. “Because I think if we gave it a little time, we would both forget it ever happened.” You nod self-assuredly and shrug at the proposition, but go rigid when Ushijima leans his face closer to yours. 

       “I don’t want to forget. I want to remember that forever, and I want you to tell me that you meant it.”

       “...I was just drunkenly rambling-”

       “Don’t lie to me, YN.” He snags your hand just as it reaches for its fifth bacon strip. “Tell me honestly, and you can decide where to go from there. Did. You. Mean. It.” Ushijima has only ever looked serious during volleyball. That’s just the kind of person he was. But right now was different, in a whole new, wonderful way. Because right now he’s watching you like you could place the sun in the sky. Like you could change the tides and shift the wind. 

       “Yes.” You clench your eyes shut and draw in on yourself, clammy hands trembling against the marble counter. “I’ve been in love with you ever since high school, Toshi.” 

       For a solid minute, you sit tensely and the only audible sound in the room is his hitched breaths. Then rough fingertips trace against your cheek, begging you to open your eyes as another hand encompasses yours on the kitchen surface. Ushijima’s eyes, so dark, so endless, are swirling rivers of olive green, tainted with the occasional black speck as he stares lovingly into your gaze. His sharp jaw clenches, his thin, pink lips press together and his brow furrows into a hardened line as he watches you, and you wait with baited breath for his reaction.

       “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words.” His fingers tilt up your jaw so your lips can meet his perfectly. He’s surprisingly gentle as he caresses your cheeks, your chin, your jaw. Everything. He’s so careful with you as his fingers intertwine with your own. You can feel the years of hard practice on his hands, but he handles you like a china doll. Like you would break, if he pressed too harshly, but also that you would slip away if he lessened his hold in the slightest. 

       You release a soft moan against his lips, and his chest rumbles in return as he makes his way around the counter, not separating from you for even a second. 

       Everything is slow and unhurried, from when he picks you up bridal style to when he places you down against his mattress, pressing your hips into the sheets to keep you from slipping away. A strong knee settles between your thighs, trailing closer and closer to where you need him most. 

                               *SMUT AHEAD*

       A mewl tears its way out of your throat at the feeling of him rubbing against your warmth, holding you in place as you writhe from the feeling. It’s too much so suddenly, but it’s also not enough, and you need more.

       “More,” you whimper against his lips, “I need more, Toshi.”

       “Patience, princess.” His husky whisper sends sparks down to the center of your stomach and heat gathers in your core. You clench your thighs tightly around his thigh at the feeling and he smiles against your lips. One of his hands slips under your back, unzipping your dress while the other glides down to the inside of your thigh, petting the sensitive skin and leaving your core throbbing. 

       “Hng, Toshi,” you whine desperately. He attempts to slide the tight dress off you, but you’ve grown too hot and bothered. A loud “rip” sounds through the air along with a grunt under Ushijima’s breath. Your little black dress is tossed to the side, but your mind is too hazy to care, or rather to notice. You had no need for a bra with the dress, and Ushijima curses quietly at the discovery. 

       “Fuck, princess, you went out like this?” His pupils flare at the sight of your bare chest, and he doesn’t hesitate to run the pads of his thumbs over your peaked nipples. You gnaw on your lip, trying to stay silent to not disturb his neighbors, but the ace towering over you doesn’t seem to appreciate that idea. One hand slides down your stomach, past your navel and snaps your panties against your skin while the other massages the swell of your breast. 

       “Aah, Toshi!” A slight quirk of his lips tells you he’s enjoying every move you make, and every sound you have to offer him. Your hands snap up to his hair, yanking him down into a deep kiss that implies just how much you need him. His teeth clash against yours and his tongue fights you for dominance, sharing and giving each other tastes as his hand slips into your soaked panties. 

       “God, princess, you’re so wet already. So good for me.” He smiles into the kiss before separating and pecking the tender skin of your chin and throat. A long finger glides over your slick folds for just a second, leaving you breathless and shivering in his hold. Your hands tug his brown tufts tighter when he repeats the motion, gathering your wetness and dragging it up to your aching bud, just barely brushing it. 

       “What do you want?” he whispers, biting your neck while he hovers his touch over where you desperately crave him. 

       “You,” you choke out, swallowing dryly while trying to catch your breath. 

       “Be more specific, princess. What do you want me to do?” A bruise is formed from where he nibbles just below your ear, and the sting of its formation causes your eyes to roll back into your head. Two fingertips harshly tweak your nipple, leaving you to cry out.

       “Oh God, touch me Toshi! Please touch me!” 

       “Of course, love.” His hand leaves your breast and skims your body all the way down to under your thigh, pulling it away from his knee and pressing it against the bed to open you to his sight. The other presses against your dripping sex, leaving his thumb to rub quick circles around your clit. Your body jolts and twitches from the stimulation while you scream out his name. 

       “Toshi!” 

       He nods encouragingly against your neck, urging you on while your nails dig into his shoulder blades. At last, his head moves lower and lower down your body, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your chest and against your belly button before he slides your ruined panties down your quivering legs, instantly placing himself between your thighs as soon as they are tossed and forgotten over his shoulder. Your reach isn’t long enough, so you settle for dipping your fingers into his scalp once more, scratching and tugging at every movement his thumb makes against your swollen bud. 

       Cool breaths blow against your womanhood, causing it to clench desperately around nothing. Both his hands move for a split second to draw your legs up and over his shoulders, leaving you to cross your ankles against his back while his face dips closer to your core. 

       “Toshi, please!”

       “So needy, princess,” he rumbles with a smirk, “but don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be the only one who touches you this way from now on.” His eyes flicker up and watch yours, swirling with desire and longing before he plunges a finger deep inside your soaked heat. The abrupt ability to clench around something leaves you crying out in relief.

       “Oh fuck, oh God yes!” 

       His lips wrap around your bud, sucking and running his tongue over it in deliciously quick intervals. Every switch is accompanied with a stronger thrust of his finger, and he adds another before curling them up against the spot deep inside of you that has you gushing more against his chin. You can no longer think straight, and the only word falling from your lips is his name at this point. 

       “Toshi! Toshi!” 

       The moans spur him on, and his fingers thrust even faster inside you, hitting your g-spot every time with a spontaneous precision that you can only thank his years of perfect spike-aiming for. Suddenly, just as his teeth nip your clit causing your whole body to twitch and scream, his fingers leave your clenching core and both his arms wrap around your trembling thighs, peeling you even more open to him. His nose digs into your clit as his tongue laps at your glistening folds like a man starved. You can’t breathe, you can barely speak as the pleasure coils tightly in your chest, choking you up in your throat. 

       “Yes, Toshi!” you sputter out, not ever wanting him to stop. “Harder! Oh fuck!” His hands dig brutally into your hips, holding you in place to prevent you from bucking against his face. The inevitable bruises are long forgotten when he groans at your taste. The vibration leaves you squealing just as his muscle delves into your aching sex. After his nose accidentally presses into your pulsing nub just a tad too harshly, the coil snaps. 

       “Toshi!” you scream, clenching your eyes closed as your whole body wracks in pleasure. Muscles in your legs flutter and tremble as you release with jumbled nonsense streaming from between your lips. Ushijima grunts in surprise at your sudden orgasm, and pulls back with burning eyes at your twitching form. 

       “Damn, princess, I didn’t know you could squirt.” His raspy words cause your eyes to rip open and you hastily get up on your elbows to see what he was talking about. 

       “Oh my God!” you whine in embarrassment, observing your wetness as it drenched his chin and bare chest. Droplets fell from his chin and dribbled into divots of his six pack while he watched you wolfishly. “I didn’t know I could do that! I’m so sorry!”

       You drop your head back to the bed behind you and cover your flushed face with embarrassment. Every muscle in your body ached from the position it was previously held in, and you screech in surprise and scramble away from a sudden brush against your overstimulated clit. You watch in shock as Ushijima’s mouth forms an abnormal lopsided grin. He observes the wetness he had collected on his index finger with darkened eyes.

       “God, I love you,” he mutters, his ravenous gaze suddenly flickering up to yours as he kneels onto the bed, slowly making his way towards you. His hands trail up from your ankles to your calves to the undersides of your knees while he encourages them apart once more, no matter how tightly you press them together. 

       “Let me make you do it again.”

Praiseworthy (Bokuto x Reader) (NSFW)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: After winning his volleyball game, Bokuto comes over wanting to celebrate. The both of you sure know how to throw a thrilling two-person party. 

A/N: (I literally listened to “Crazy in Love Remix” the whole time I wrote this, so it gets a little serious and steamy. I ain’t sorry.) I’m definitely going to hell for this…. Oh well. I wrote this to celebrate getting 100 followers, so thank you so much! This is my first NSFW however, so please don’t raise it to any high standards. Anyways, here’s Bokuto with a praise kink. Enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT!!!, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex,  praise kink

Word count: 2659

        You were at home working on an essay for your class and moping about missing your boyfriend’s volleyball game when you got his texts.

Owl-baby: WE WON OUR GAMEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Owl-baby: I’m coming over to get my reward ;)

       Smiling widely at the news, you shook your head at his antics. His reward usually consisted of movies and tight cuddles while he excitedly told you all about the game you shamefully missed. You looked forward to nights like those just as much as he did, but you were usually less vocal about it. Nonetheless, you were thankful your parents were out visiting relatives for the whole weekend, and began to prepare the living room for the inevitable snuggle session with Bokuto. Movie, check. Popcorn, check. Blankets, check. Boyfriend… the doorbell rang just as you picked up your phone to text him. A light, happy feeling flowed through your chest as you answered the door. As per usual, you choked out a breath after being tackled in a tight hug, but you never minded. 

       “Did you get my message?! We won, YN, we’re going to Nationals!” He was shaking with excitement and squeezed your sides as a result, making you jerk in his arms before laughing. 

       “Yes, of course I heard, Kou. I’m so proud of you.” You smiled softly while pulling away, holding his cheeks in your palms and rubbing them gently with your thumbs. Bokuto bit his lip at the action and placed his hands over your own, leaning in for a slow, deep kiss which you gladly returned. When he broke away, his golden orbs were abnormally dark and his pupils dilated after making eye contact with you. For an instant, his hands gripped yours harder before his eyes glanced back down at your lips, licking his own instinctively.

       “Tell me again,” he mumbled, cheeks growing red at his own words. His voice, however, was strong and didn’t waver once while he watched you intensely.

       “What?” you asked confusedly. You weren’t quite sure what he was getting at.

       “Tell me how good I did. Please.” You faltered at his request and sucked in a short breath at the implication. Running your fingers down his neck and back into his hair ever so slowly, you leaned your head in closer to his ear. 

       “You did so good, baby. So, so good.” His breaths were labored as you tugged on the strands between your fingers. His own hands, which had fallen down to your hips, were bruising at this point. Suddenly, he crashed his lips against yours once more and slammed you back against the wall in your home’s entryway. The pictures on the wall shook with the force, but you were too distracted to care. Even the movie playing in the background faded away as Bokuto’s tongue asked for entrance into your mouth. You let him in easily, fighting for dominance while occasionally separating for a breath. Every time you two rejoined, your teeth clashed from the battle, but it was too heated for you to notice. His hands slid down to your thighs and tugged on them encouragingly, a signal for you to jump. You listened to the orders and hooked your feet together behind his back. He carried you to your room blindly but surprisingly well, lips never breaking for a second. 

       His strong hands clutched your ass while you kept your own grip in his hair, keeping his head angled up at you for easy access. Bokuto backed up into your bedroom and kicked the door shut, the slam not concerning either of you. Pulling away, you both gasped for air with puffy lips and rosy cheeks while your boyfriend navigated his way to your bed. Slowly lowering you down, you fell back gently onto the soft blankets, tugging his face to join you. He smirked, running his thumb along your lower lip to spread the stray drop of saliva that had been located there before obeying your wish, his tongue reentering your mouth. His hands left your ass to slide up your shirt, caressing your sides tenderly. You, on the other hand, hooked your fingers into his pants’ belt loops and drew him in, grinding harshly against the hard tent in his pants. 

       “Oh fuck,” he groaned breathlessly, pressing his forehead against yours while he returned the favor, sticking to the pace you had set while his fingertips tweaked your nipples through your bra. The touch shot a wave of pleasure straight down to your heat, and your thighs tightened around his hips instinctively at the sensation. Your whimpers were loud and shameless as you ground into him, ignoring the gushing crawling its way down your thighs. Bokuto looked back into your eyes and silently asked to undress you. You nodded in approval with heavily lidded eyes, lifting your arms to help him in the deed, and you did the same for him, throwing away the devilish shirt before tracing your fingertips in the grooves of his abs. 

       “Ah!” You let out a cry of surprise when the golden-eyed man tore your bra away from your chest, ripping the fabric in the process as he tossed it forgettably behind him. On any other day, you would have scolded him. Today, however, there was no time. You needed him. You didn’t even mind when his eyes hungrily stared at your chest before he pounced, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth and harshly sucking. When you had first gotten together, your hands had instantly reacted, covering your breasts shyly while you avoided eye contact. He had to gently coax your hands away while constantly reminding you that you were gorgeous. Now, you learned your lesson. Bokuto thought you were beautiful and he wanted you. And there was no stopping him when he wanted something. Even the second time he had seen you bare while you tried to hide, he jumped on you too quickly. Every time he got you naked, he was always somewhere on your skin. Touching, stroking, caressing, biting. Bokuto used everything he had when he was with you. Teeth, hands, even his thighs were often used to hold you down while you trembled under his will. 

       “Oh shit,” you moaned breathlessly. His mouth was leaving a display of hickeys all over the span of your chest, and one of his hands had slid under your arched back to press you closer to him and keep you still as you squirmed. Your lungs were begging for air as you gasped at the feeling of Bokuto’s lips, hands tugging his hair harshly. While you were distracted, his other hand traced a hot trail down the middle of your body, sliding past your belly button and slipping into your thin panties. Huh, that’s weird, my pants are gone. You had been too caught up that you hadn’t even noticed the only barriers now separating you and your boyfriend were his boxers and your barely-there undergarments. 

       “Damn, baby, is that lace?” He uttered hotly while glancing up at you from your freshly marked chest. Hesitantly, you nodded in response and he groaned, abruptly burying a finger deep inside you. You mewl loudly, moving your hands down to dig your nails into his shoulders, leaving marks you wouldn’t mind seeing in the morning. Your head falls back, pressing harshly into the mattress while Bokuto begins to rub furious, fast-paced circles onto your clit. “You treat me so well, sweetheart,” he groans, his other hand squeezing your hip to keep you firmly in place as you shiver from pleasure. 

       “Ah fuck!” you whine desperately. “Keep going, you’re doing so good.” The encouragement causes him to whimper while he digs another finger inside you, thrusting in and out too quickly for you to comprehend. The waves of pleasure are wracking through your body like never before, and you yelp when your boyfriend suddenly presses his thumb brutally against your clit, making your whole body convulse. At last, it becomes too much and you shakily warn him, “I’m gonna come.” 

       “Come for me, baby.” His words trigger an abundance of arousal, and immediately your juices flow out around his fingers as the bubble finally bursts inside your chest. Your moans are almost pornographic at this point, but you can’t help it. He feels too good. Bokuto watches your display with glimmering, ravenous eyes, and swiftly hops off the bed, removing his boxers in a split second before tugging your soaked panties down your legs and tossing them away. You’re still trying to catch your breath when he mounts on top of you, sliding his hips once more between your thighs like it’s where they’re meant to be. You don’t mind that thought, basking in the idea before it flies away along with the rest of your thoughts as Bokuto returns a finger back to your heat, gathering some remains from the inside of your thighs and popping it inside his mouth, giving it a small taste. 

       His reaction makes you burn crimson as he moans. “Goddamn baby.” He looks into your eyes and starts to hover over you, grabbing both of your wrists and trapping them directly above your head with one hand while the other positions his throbbing erection at your entrance. “The only one who gets to taste you is me,” he informs you possessively, golden orbs glowing at the thought. 

       You smile tenderly at him and agree. “Of course baby, you’re so good for me. I wouldn’t dream of it.” Your praise causes him to puff out his chest and smirk, and you wiggle your hips to remind him of the original plan. He takes the hint and abruptly thrusts into you in one swift motion. Your whole body jolts at the movement and you moan in surprise. Bokuto releases your hands and grabs both of your hips tightly, plunging into you swiftly. The feeling of him rapidly reaching deeper and harder inside of you, raking along your walls harshly causes your toes to curl. He hits that oh-so wonderful spot deep inside of you, and your jaw drops in pure euphoria at the feeling. His groans match yours in volume, and you absolutely adore that about him. Taking advantage of your free hands, you raise them up to his intensely focused face, caressing his cheek softly while moaning aloud. 

       His golden eyes burst open and he leans his head into your touch, his thrusts slowing slightly. You rub your thumbs back and forth across the apples of his cheeks while cooing, “You feel so good, Kou, don’t ever stop.” The reaction from him is instant. Already prepared, you dig your fingernails into his back and drag them down while hanging on for dear life as he pumps into you harder than before. The stinging from his back combined with your tightness causes him to bury his face into your neck, biting down in pleasure as his thrusts quicken even more. You whimper at his teeth, crying out and grabbing his biceps for stability as the mattress squeaks, the noise reverberating around the room and mixing lewdly with the sounds of pleasure. He peels your hands away, pressing them into the sheets above your head before intertwining his fingers with your own. His erratic pace begins to lose its steady rhythm as he grunts out your name deeply, gripping your palms harder. 

       Watching your face from above, he relishes in the sight of your open mouth and darkened eyes, not hesitating to combine your lips before he mumbles against them, “You’re so tight baby, I’m gonna come.” His hands grasp yours tightly and you squeeze them back in return.

       “Me too, Kou. Ah! Just like that, don’t stop!” His thrusts speed up in response, and the coil that had been slowly winding up deep within you is becoming unbearably compressed. Finally, it breaks, and you clench around him tightly while you release, overflowing just as before while your legs shudder uncontrollably. Bokuto groans at your tightness and releases as well, collapsing right on top of you. You let out a huff of air at the sudden drop, and giggle softly while running your hands through his sweaty, black and white hair. Your tired boyfriend’s breathing is labored, but still more controlled and calm than your own as you both bask in the afterglow you’ve created. Stupid volleyball stamina. As if he heard your thoughts, Bokuto perks back up, heaving himself back up on his hands and knees over you and peering deep into your eyes pleadingly. 

       “One more round?” he bargains, his hands running up and down your thighs, every time drawing closer to your sore, abused opening. He wants to keep going?! You shake your head and open your mouth to refuse, only to mewl and whimper when he begins to rub your overstimulated clit. He was harshly riding the fine line between pain and pleasure, but that wasn’t new with Bokuto. Suddenly, your mind goes foggy when he begins to stroke up and down along your core, enticing high-pitched whines out of you. He smiles brightly when your hands reach up and grip his shoulders in preparation for what was to come next. 

       Maybe just one more round won’t hurt.

                               ^^^

       So that was a fucking lie.

       When you woke up the next morning trapped in Bokuto’s tight grasp, your whole body howled in pain. Your fingers, your back, your legs. Hell, even your toes were sore. But that didn’t distract you at all from the amount of pressure in your bladder. I have to pee, I have to pee, I have to pee. You kept repeating that to yourself while you attempted to squirm out of your boyfriend’s death grip, only to panic and groan at the feeling of his arms tightening around your waist. His movements didn’t help your situation at all. Startled by the overwhelming fear that you might just not make it to the bathroom, you begin to writhe around like a fish out of water in his arms. At last, Bokuto whines from behind you, releasing an exhausted yawn. 

       “Why are you trying to leave?” He drops a muscular thigh over your hips, effectively putting a halt to your wriggling as well as more firmly trapping you to the mattress. You scoff humorously at the action before twisting in his grip to look at his face. 

       Patting his cheek, you sulkily explain, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

       “Do you have to?” His arms tighten.

       “Yes!” you exclaim exasperatedly. He opens his arms and you smile gratefully before turning and sitting up, setting your feet on the floor. However, just as you stand up, your knees give in and collapse directly under you, causing you to face plant on the floor with a yelp.

       “Oh shit, YN! Are you okay?!” Bokuto rapidly crawls his way over to you from his side of the bed, peering down at you on the floor.

       “Oh yeah, just peachy,” you sass back, muffled by a mouthful of carpet. Your arms burn as you try to lift yourself up. You settle for rolling over like a beached whale and shyly make eye contact with your boyfriend. “Umm, can you help me for a sec, babe?” 

       “Oh, of course!” He scrambles off the mattress and lifts you into his arms, carrying you into the bathroom bridal-style and setting you down on the sink. Ever so slowly, you hop off and stand on two trembling legs like a newborn giraffe, hanging onto the porcelain for dear life while your boyfriend watches with an amused expression. 

       “That good, huh?” he asks cheekily, waggling his eyebrows at you. You don’t hesitate to slam the door in his face, your cheeks on fire. He wasn’t wrong, though. It was totally worth it. 

Title: Found You~

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: Yandere Shoyo! Stalking! Mind break! NonCon!

This may be triggering for some audiences as it is heavily/entirely NonCon. Please proceed with caution 💜.

Word Count: 7.8k

You finally escaped Shoyo for two years, when he went off to Brazil for a while. But he found you...and he wants you. And you want him?

After escaping Shoyo Hinata two years ago, you hid as a different, yet normal person. You could've gone to the police but with the man as a famous volleyball player, you knew you wouldn't win the fight. Now working at a coffee shop, you found a man with an orange hat that read ‘Asas São Paulo’ in navy print and plain clothes; a simple T-shirt and knee length cargo shorts. But the thing that caught your attention, was his orange hair under the hat, you realized who it was.  

“Hi, can I get a caramel Frappuccino. No caffeine” He orders with a familiar drink with a sickeningly familiar sweet smile, your favorite drink; the same one he didn’t even like because it was ‘too sweet’ for his taste. You turn away and feel nauseous. "Are you alright, ma'am?" Shoyo specifically asks you. “Fine, sir” you say with a formal smile. You quickly ring him up and hands him his drink. “Here you are” you say, sliding it to him, trying to act ‘normal’. He notices you trembling slightly before he grabs his beverage. “Why are you shaking a bit? It’s not that cold in here…right?” 

He takes a sip from his drink, licking the whipped cream off his lips, eyes never leaving you. “No, I’m just a bit chilly today” you say. “Next in line please!” You call out, trying to get Shoyo to move away from him. You planned on quitting right after your shift ended. You would need to call someone to come get you. You were terrified on the inside. Shoyo doesn’t move and instead decides to start a conversation. “A bit chilly, huh? But the air conditioners are on and you don’t have a sweater on either…” Shoyo continues to observe the trembling in your hands, knowing how you look when you’re actually scared. “Are you…afraid of someone? Is there someone in the shop bothering you?” 

”Excuse me sir, thank you for your concern but please move aside” you say, there were several costumers behind Shoyo. You tried to keep your voice steady as you spoke but ultimately fail. He smiles, “my apologies ma’am” he says and does as you asked, stepping aside. Though, he still glances at you every now and then. It felt like his eyes were burning holes into your body. You could feel his stares that he was practically giving to you the whole time. You continue to serve the next few costumers before calling a co-worker over to swap with you so you could take your break. Once your co-worker takes over your position at the register, you immediately head to the staff room in the back.  

Shoyo watches you go to the back room. He knew this was his chance and he needed to act fast. As soon as you were out of the sight of the other workers, Shoyo quickly and quietly followed you without anyone noticing. You quickly pull out your phone to call someone, anyone who could come get you. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t notice someone behind you. You feel someone snatch your phone from your hand before swiftly pinning you against the wall, their chest to your back. You open your eyes, looking over your shoulder only to be greeted by the same face you often saw in your nightmares.  

“Who were you trying to call, Sunflower?” 

You freeze, “you…you can’t be back here” you mutter, your blood running cold. Shoyo chuckles as he holds you against the wall, leaning down and sniffing your hair. “I know I can’t but I couldn’t help it~ I’ve been looking for you for two years. Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” His breath warms your neck as he places his lips on your shoulder, placing butterfly kisses on you. You feel goosebumps spread on your dark skin, making them barely visible but Shoyo could feel them. “Let me go” you mutter, your voice having no real demand behind it, only fear. You were terrified, and shaking- trembling. Shoyo ignores your words and instead pushes you more up against the wall. You could feel something hard pressing against your ass. You weren’t stupid, you knew what that was.  

His lips move up to your neck, sucking and biting, creating hickeys. His free hand grips one of your hips, holding you in place as he continues to mark you over. “Not a chance. I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again.” Shoyo grunts, continuing to sniff your hair, breathing in your smell, taking in the lost scent that he missed for Two. Whole. Years.  

“How…did you even find me?” You mutter softly. You were sure to hide yourself correctly, to change everything and hide. “You changed your hair, your name, everything. But I could never forget the way you move. The way you talk and act, you can’t change that. I could never forget your face. I’ve finally found you~” He chuckles and forcefully flips you around, your back now pressed harshly against the cool texture of the wall. Shoyo moves his free hand to your front; his fingers moving to unbutton your work clothes and expose your chest to him. 

You tear up, “please, don’t” you quietly beg him, tears forming in your eyes. Shoyo looks up at you and sees the tears. It doesn’t make him stop though. His fingers are now completely unbuttoning the buttons of the shirt as he pushes it open. “Still as beautiful as ever…My cute Sunflower. My sweet love~” his voice was gentle; his tone was sweet...but you knew better than to trust any of it. You were shaking like a leaf, a feeling of dread as he completely pops open your shirt, leaving your exposed in your bra. “Stop it, stop it… please, don’t do this” you beg him, your voice shaking.  

Shoyo’s eyes look at your bare chest when your shirt popped open. He sucks in a breath when he sees you in your bra. It was black lace, his favorite color to see on you. He loved the way the color seemed to shape and form your body, he loved it when you wore skin tight clothes as well, the way it would hug your curves, squeeze your large breast and show off just how fat and jiggly your ass was. He stares at your face, taking in every feature that hadn’t changed over the past two years. You would be in your mid 20s by now...but you still looked like the day you ran away from him. It gave it both a sweet and bitter feeling. “You’re so perfect, you’re just so beautiful…So mine.” He says smoothly before flipping you again, pinning you face first against the wall once more. He starts placing kisses on your back, slipping your work shirt off your shoulders as he pushes himself up against you, his chest on your back, his bulge digging uncomfortably into your thick ass cheeks. His hand slowly trails it’s way up her spine, his fingers as cold as you remember them being. You could feel him start slowly unclasping your bra. You whimper softly, closing your eyes. This wasn't happening, it just couldn’t be.  

Shoyo chuckles at the whimper and finally unclasps your bra. He pushes it up over your chest before letting it fall to the ground. His hands go down to your hips and he spins you back around, making you look at him as his eyes look you up and down. You head was starting to swim from how easily he man handled you, flipping you like you were a piece of meat on the stove... he was certainly looking at you like you were one.  

“My dear Sunflower…I’ve missed you so much.” He says, wrapping his arms around your naked torso, pulling you against his chest. “Stay away from me, please” you beg softly, the strength leaving your body. You couldn’t even scream even if you wanted to. Your fear was freezing you in place. “Not a chance~” Shoyo chuckles as he takes a hold of your chin and cups it, forcing you to look at him. He could see the fear clear in your eyes, the way you trembled at his touch. 

“Oh, my sweet love…Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you…Not on purpose~” He says, lying. 

You knew him well enough, experienced him well enough to know that those words were nothing but a fat lie. Shoyo pushes you back against the wall and starts to trail kisses down, starting from your neck, kissing and sucking on your collarbone. You whimper at the mild pain that came from him sucking harshly on your collarbone. You could feel one of his hands snake up your torso, cupping your breast. Shoyo starts to feel up your bare breast in his hand, gently caressing before harshly pinching your nipple between his two fingers. He smirks when he hears that familiar yelp of of pain leave your lips as slowly starts to suck and bite on your collarbone harder, leaving a huge dark hickey on it. His free hand goes down to your skirt and starts lifting it. 

“I’m begging you, please don’t do this” you beg him, tears silently dripping down your face. Shoyo stops and pulls away from your collarbone. He looks at your face and sees the tears flowing from your eye. He gently wipes them with his thumb, a sympathetic look on his face. “Why are you crying? You’re making me feel bad…I’m not trying to hurt you, love.” He says, a soft expression on his face; he looked like a sad puppy. If you didn’t know any better, you’d believe that innocent face. 

“Then let me go, and stop, please,” your voice was soft on his ears.  

Oh, how he missed the sweet sound of your voice when you pleaded with him, when you begged him.  

Shoyo chuckles, he had no plans on stopping. “I told you; I’m not letting you go, and I meant it” Shoyo says with a smile on his face. His hand gently caresses your cheek. “I missed you so much, you know?” 

You could feel his other hand roughly squeeze your nipple as he continued to play with it, pulling and rolling it between his fingers in an almost cruel manner that...also felt good. You could feel his hand move from your chin, slowly caressing your body as it made its way down your body, trailing along your torso until it stopped at your thighs, forcing them apart. You suck in a cold, sharp breath, feeling his hand cupping your pussy through your panties. Shoyo chuckles when he feels you tense up. He gets close to your ear and whispers what would usually be sweet words in anyone else’s mind, but you knew he was mocking you. “You’re so warm here…It’s perfect”. 

You feel a shiver run up your spine at his words. “You’re moist” he mutters softly, his finger gently stroking you through your panties. Shoyo’s sinister smile grows as he pushes a bit more up against you, putting his weight on you, pinning you to the wall as his fingers continue to caress you, feeling the wet spot on your panties grow. He kisses your neck, moving to your ear. “You didn’t think that you would get away from me, did you? You’re all mine~” 

You shiver at his touch, your trained body reacting to his touch instantly. You could feel your panties growing damper as a familiar, unwanted pleasure starts to grow between your legs, rising up in your stomach. Shoyo laughs against your neck when he feels your body reacting, loving how you’re practically giving in already. “Your body is so honest, even if you say no. It’s so perfect, so honest. I love it~” 

“No, I…” You try to object, but you couldn’t stop the small moan that slipped past your lips when Shoyo pressed against your aching core, rubbing small circles against your clit through the damp cloth shielding your needy pussy from his touch. Shoyo chuckles when he heard the moan and saw you struggle to speak. Pressing harder against you, he whispers in your ear. “You’re such a liar, love. Your body betrays you and I can feel it…You know you want it~” 

”No, I really don’t” you plead with him but he doesn’t stop. He squeezes your breast again while continuing to rub circles on your clit. You shiver again, your panties growing moister. It felt good, the way your body registers this familiar pleasure, the way your body reacts to Shoyo’s familiar touch. He had trained you well, trained your body well to react like this to his touch, and his touch only. 

 Shoyo chuckles softly and kisses your neck. He feels you shiver, a soft, quiet moan leaving your lips. Shoyo rubs a bit faster, his touch gentle yet firm enough against your clit, just the way you liked being touched. He’s loving every minute of listening to you, feeling you shudder at his touch, the way you try to hold back moans from the pleasure he gives you. “Your body seems to be begging for more…Why else are you shuddering in pleasure, love?” 

“No, that’s not it, just…let me go, please” you whimper softly, and despite your efforts, another moan escapes your delicate lips. Shoyo smirks and pulls your panties to the side, stroking your wet lips, before delving a little deeper. You could feel him tease your hole with his fingers, the familiar touch of his fingers toying with your pussy makes you want to fall apart. But you don’t, you refused to.  

He doesn’t do anything more than teasing, simply stroking your cunt in just the right ways to make you squirm. You watch through lidded eyes as Shoyo pulls his fingers back and smirks, they were covered in slick, your slick. He laughs at the sight, a smug smile making its way onto his face. He places his fingers on your lips, his face close to yours. You close your eyes, a stray tear making its way down your face as he gently pokes your lips with his slick coated fingers, his smirk growing. “Looks like your body is betraying you, love. You shouldn’t lie to me, right~?” 

You fight the trained urge to open your lips and suck his fingers clean, like you were forced to do so many times in the past. Shoyo’s smirk widens a bit when he sees you stop yourself. He continues massaging you, going slightly faster, loving seeing how you’re trying to deny the pleasure. “I’m not lying” you say softly, turning your face away from his sharp, raptor-like gaze. 

“Oh really? Are you sure about that? You seem to be enjoying this a lot, darling~”.  

You feel your legs go weak, you fight to keep standing, pleasure spreading through your body. “I…no, it…it's not like that” you mutter softly. Shoyo chuckles softly and buries his nose in your neck, taking in your familiar scent again. He could feel you getting weak, he felt his dick twitch in hos boxers again, enjoying the moans coming out of your mouth. 

Fuck~ he wanted to take you right here, right now.  

But he would wait. He was having too much fun teasing you at the same time. 

“You can try to deny it all you want, but you and I know that you’re giving in~” He continues massaging your clit, picking up the pace. He pushes his body up against you, making sure you can’t go anywhere, only lean on him for support. You feel your body unconsciously lean against his, your legs shaking... just like he wanted you to. You wanted to fight the feeling, but you couldn’t.  

You feel his fingers continuing to tease your hole, driving you crazy. “I’m putting them in~” he whispers in your ear but before you can object you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you, easily. “Now that wasn’t much trouble, you’re so wet for me they slipped right in” Shoyo coos again. You close your eyes, hating your body’s reaction to this man’s touch. “Aww, you feel that Sunflower, you’re sucking me in” Shoyo taunts you, and you knew he wasn’t wrong.  

You could feel it too.  

You try to hold back a moan, the pleasure intensifying. You were a little ashamed to admit, but it was the first time you had something inside since you left him. You try to hold back a moan but you couldn’t. The way his fingers felt so good inside, even if he wasn’t moving. Shoyo chuckles when he feels you lean against him, satisfied that he's able to break your resistance even just a little. His ears perk up when he hears your stifled moan and he smirks to himself. “It’s alright, love. You can make any sound you want here. No one is going to find us here. You can make all the loud noise you want…Let it out~” 

”No, no this isn’t right. You shouldn’t be here" you whimper trying to bite back your moans as you feel him move his fingers slowly.  

Fuck~ it felt so good, his fingers, the way he moved, how gentle his movements were.  

But you could never admit that out loud. 

Shoyo laughs against your neck as he slowly moves his fingers in and out, loving you’re attempt to deny the pleasure. “Why not~? We belong together, remember? You’re my love, my Sunflower, and mine to have whenever I please.” Shoyo says softly, as if trying to lure you in with his sweet tone, and gentle words.  

Just like he did the first time.  

You don’t say anything, your breath growing heavier the more Shoyo moved his fingers. Your eyes go wide when you feel him go faster. Shoyo chuckles and looks down at you. Seeing your eyes go wide is such a wonderful sight. He looks into them and doesn’t slow down, pushing his fingers a little bit harder.  

*Squelch* 

*Slick* 

*Sluck* 

“I can see the pleasure in your eyes, love. You can’t deny that you’re enjoying it. Look at you, quivering in pleasure…You’re perfect~” Shoyo coos in your ear. “Shut up...and just...leave me be, please,” you beg him, doing your best to hold in your moans. Shoyo laughs again and moves his head to your ear. “You’re begging me to stop, but I can feel how your body is shaking under my touch. Your body is begging for more, my dear Sunflower~”  

You shake your head, “no…” You say weakly, moaning softly into his shoulder. You couldn’t help it, the familiar pleasure that used to be a distant, unwanted memory slowly clouding your mind again.  

Shoyo feels your pussy squeeze his fingers slightly as a small whine escape from your lips, he smirks, taking that as a sign that your willpower is slowly breaking, that you’re giving in. He loves how much you’re struggling to deny the pleasure, it’s arousing to see you trembling in ecstasy every time he touches you. The way you try to hide how good you feel, your labored breaths, the trembling of your legs, it does nothing but puff up his pride.  

“Oh, my sweet, sweet Sunflower…You’re so beautiful like this. So, so, perfect~” he ‘praises’ you. You knew he was doing nothing but mocking you all over again. “No, don't...don’t talk to me like that” you pant through labored breaths, your hands finding their way to his shirt, gripping it to keep yourself grounded. You use his strong, lean yet well-built sports body to support your body. Shoyo can feel you clutching onto his shirt as you use him to prevent yourself from falling. He loves how your hands are shaking, grasping the fabric of his shirt. He knows that you're struggling to keep up your strength to resist. And he was loving every second of it. 

“Hmm~? I can talk to you however I want, my love. You belong to me. And I know that you love the way I’m talking to you right now~”  

You shake your head, denying it. “I…ah~… I-I don’t” you say, letting out a louder moan when Shoyo’s fingers brush against a familiar pleasure spot. Shoyo smirks and pushes his fingers deeper, hitting that spot again...and again...and again, loving how you let out a loud moan. “You can try to lie all you want, my love…But I know that you’re lying. The way your body is acting speaks louder than your words, you know~” Shoyo murmurs in your ear. He moves his head to your neck and begins to kiss and suck all over, wanting to cover it with as many hickeys as he can. You can feel that familiar pleasure building up in your stomach despite your protest.  

You didn’t want to but…he was going to make you; like he always did. “Please, no…” you weakly beg Shoyo when he starts moving his fingers faster and harder, hitting that spot again and again, going deeper than before still. Shoyo’s smirk widens when he hears you say “no” again even though he can hear the moans in your voice and feel how much your body is quivering in pleasure and how tight you are around his fingers. 

“Stop denying yourself, dear. Admit that you’re enjoying it. I know you love the feeling~” 

His mouth moves up to your ear and he whispers. “Give in and let it out, Sunflower~” You feel an electric shock like pleasure course through your body, your walls shuddering around Shoyo’s fingers. The red head smirks when he feels your soaking, messy cunt clamp down on his fingers, pulsing around him. He smirks, slowing down his rhythm just a little but not by much, prolonging your orgasm as he gently coos in your ear.  

“That’s it…Good girl~ I was wondering when you would give in” Shoyo whispers gently, licking his lips as he looks down at you. “I can feel how you’re clenching around my fingers right now…I know you want this, love~” he continues on. “Shoyo~” You moan unconsciously when he keeps moving his finger.  

Just like you were trained to do.  

“Please” you beg softly, looking up at him with teary eyes, a small trail of drool running down the side of your mouth. Your mind was clouded, your thoughts were so easily scrambled by his simple actions. Shoyo smirks down at you, enjoying the way your eyes looked zoned out, the small trail of drool dripping down your chin. He couldn’t resist leaning in and licking it clean for you. He couldn’t stop his smirk from growing into a smug grin once again when he hears you moan his name, loving the way you said it. His thoughts immediately go back to the way you used to say his name, like a sweet melody. Seeing the tears and the drool on your face makes him feel satisfied, that you’re slowly falling into your conditioned state. Seeing you in this helpless and pleasure filled state, he couldn’t stop himself. He just had to tease you more. 

“Please what~? What do you want, love? Tell your sweet me what you need~” Shoyo mockingly coos with a twisted smile on his face. “Wanna… ah~” you moan, unable to get your words out. Shoyo’s eyes shine when you’re unable to speak, loving the fact that you’re so wrapped up in the pleasure to even form words to speak to him. Seeing you so weak and vulnerable was so satisfying, it was like a dream come true once again. “You want what~? Use your words, love~” He teases, seeing a smirk spread across his face as he speeds up, his fingers rubbing against that sensitive spot.  

“Wanna stop but…feels good, feels really good” you whimper, tears falling down your face so perfectly as you beg Shoyo to stop but also to keep making you feel good. Shoyo laughs gently, his fingers moving even faster, massaging all your sweet spots he had memorized perfectly. Seeing you so helpless, desperately wanting the pleasure but not wanting to admit it, tears rolling down your face, it was so cute and arousing to him. 

“You want me to stop? But you know that you’re loving it, Sunflower. Your body is just begging for more… And I’m here to give you what you really want~” Shoyo squeezes your breast again, his fingers playing with your sensitive bud that already felt achy and puffy from his previous teasing. You let’s out another moan, trying to keep quiet as your brain slowly starts to shut off, slowly giving into the pleasure. Shoyo’s smirk widens, leaning down to your ear and whispering, “there’s no one here but us, love. You can make all the noise you want. Let me hear all those sweet moans coming out of your pretty mouth~” 

You shake your head, biting your lip. You wouldn’t, you didn’t want to. Shoyo grabs your chin and looks into your eyes. He doesn’t like how you’re biting your lip, trying to hold back the moans and pleasure. He leans in, close enough to feel his breath on your face. “No, my love. I want to hear your sweet moans. I want you to stop holding back and just let it all out. I want to hear you, hear the pleasure in your voice. Don’t make me use force to get those noises out of you~”  

You don’t say anything, biting your lip harder. You were still trying to fight him on this. Shoyo feels his irritation growing with your continued resistance. He tightens his grip on your chin, his face still very close to yours. “I warned you, Sunflower…You know what happens when you don’t listen to me~” He moves his hand away from your chin and grabs your hair, gripping it tight and pulling it back. He moves his mouth to your neck and begins to bite and start a hickey there. He was rough and harsh in his actions, not caring if his bite hurt your or not, his fingers moving just as roughly. You whimper, trying to hold back any sounds as he gets rougher with you. You knew it’d only make him feel better about himself.  

It hurt 

Shoyo’s eyes are cold and rough as he continues to bite your neck. The grip on your hair tightens as he gives you a large hickey, marking you as his. His fingers move quickly and abruptly showing no restraint or care for your feelings or comfort. He is only focusing on making you submit to him through a means too familiar to both of you. “You’re being such a bad girl, love. I know you’re loving this; you know that you love it. Just give up and give in to me…”  

You whimper again. Some part of your brain whispers for you to fight the pleasure, to not give in. But it was hard, so hard not to. Shoyo continues to mark your neck, giving you large hickeys that would be impossible to hide. He feels you struggling to fight back against the pleasure, but he can see that you’re slowly giving in. With how you’re reacting, he knows that you can’t hold out much more. After all,  

He trained you too well.  

“Just give in, love…Stop fighting. I know you want to, give in to the pleasure. Let me hear those sweet moans coming out of your mouth~” 

You don’t say anything, not know what to say. Shoyo growls in frustration and pulls your hair harder, making you look at him. He’s had enough of your disobedience, and he’s going to make you give in to him. He had finally found you after two fucking years, and if he had to retrain her again, he would.  

“You’re being so rebellious, Sunflower, you know that? You know I don’t like it when you don’t listen to me, yet here you are, trying to fight me…Do you need a reminder of what happens when you misbehave, love? Is that what you want?” His voice was gentle but she could hear the sharpness of his undertone, the obvious underlying threat in his words. You shiver at his tone, you knew you should say something, anything. But nothing comes to mind or leaves your mouth. You stay silent.  

Shoyo narrows his eyes at your silence, frustrated at your lack of response. He leans down to your ear and whispers. “Since you won’t speak, I suppose I’ll have to show you what happens when you’re disobedient, my love.” He moves his hand away from your hair and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He speaks in a low and cold tone. “Do you remember what happens next, love?” Your eyes widened, he wouldn’t. But when he moves his hand from your chin to his belt buckle, you knew he was serious. Shoyo smirks when he notices your eyes widening when he moves his hand down to his belt buckle. He knows that you’re scared, but he also knows that you know he’s being serious. 

“Do you understand now, love? You should have listened to me. You should have just given in like a good girl. Now look at you, scared and shaking in nervousness and anticipation, knowing that you’re going to be punished~” he was obviously mocking you. A low whimper leaves your lips, slowly shaking your head, your heart racing in your chest. “I’m sure you remember your punishments” Shoyo smirks. Vivid memories from a recent past start to flash through your mind, the cruel things Shoyo would do to you that brought him joy.  

Shoyo easily pulls his dick out of it’s confines, his other hand still buried inside your soaked pussy, pumping his fingers inside of you. His dick was already perked up, and leaking precum. You felt your heart drop.  

He wouldn't… 

But you knew he would 

Shoyo smirks at your expression, as if silently taunting you. “If only you were a good girl for me, and gave me what I asked for…I wouldn’t do have to do this” Shoyo whispers in your ear, slowly pulling his soaking wet fingers out your messy cunt. He licks his fingers clean, making sure you were watching him. Shoyo immediately repositions you both, forcing you against the wall again, making sure your hands were pressed against the wall.  

“Please, I’m begging you not to. I... I’ll listen, so please” your soft voice tickling his ears. Shoyo’s smirk widens when he hears how soft and pleading your voice is. He knows that you’re desperate, that you’re begging him not to do it. But he has made up his mind. “Begging isn’t going to help you, my love. You should have thought about that earlier. You should have given in when I asked. But you disobeyed me, and now you’ll have to take your punishment like a good girl~” 

You stay silent, not knowing what to say. “Please I…I’ll listen, just please don’t do this. Not again, please I’m begging you, Shoyo” you beg him, tears pouring down your face. Shoyo feels something in him shift,  

Ah~ it had been so long since he heard his name on your lips. 

Shoyo feels his dick twitch in excitement, his desire for you growing. You could feel it, the way his dick jumped and twitches against you. It made you feel disgusted, like you wanted to scream and cry but…you couldn’t. But at the same time... some part of you wanted this, as fucked up as it was.  

Shoyo’s cold expression falters when he hears his name on your lips. It was like music to his ears. He hadn't heard you say his name like that in years, it was like you were his loving Sunflower again. He was torn between sticking to his decision and giving into his desires. The way you said it was like a sweet melody to him, it made him feel something deep inside of him, something primal and possessive. He could feel a rush of pleasure and satisfaction run through him. The urges he felt only being fed by way you said his name so desperately, so pleadingly. The tears rolling down your face and the way you were begging for him, it made him want you even more. 

"Mmm~" He hums, his chest swelling up in pleasure from your words and the way you look. "Oh, how I missed you saying my name like that...But I don't think you realize just how disobedient you've been. You need to learn your lesson, my love." He says softly, taking his thick, veiny cock and slapping it against your ass. You couldn’t help the way your body responded without your permission, the way your thighs rubbed together in anticipation, the way you subconsciously stuck your ass out more for him, as if you were pleading with him to touch you in a way you didn’t fully know if you wanted or not at this point.  

Shoyo noticed the way your body responded, the way you rubbed your thighs together and stuck out your butt without even realizing it. It was so obvious how you were unconsciously pleading for his touch. He knew that your body was craving his touch, even if you were unwilling to admit it. But something about knowing it wasn't your own will to do so, to react so easily to his touch, was satisfying to see. He loves how your body acts without your permission, how it responds obediently to him, just as he trained it to do. "Ah, your body is being so obedient, love. Even though your words are saying one thing, I know that your body is telling me another~" 

"No, I'm not...it's not like that" you try to protest but your mind started to get more clouded, the smell of his scent, the familiar weight of his dick laying against your ass; it was all clouding your mind. You thought you were able to escape his grasp. But while you did so mentally, it looked like your body still belonged to him in the worst ways.  

Hinata laughs at your protest, loving how weak your voice is, how you're struggling to deny that your body is pleading for his touch. He can feel your body giving in to the pleasure again, just like he wanted. He laughs again, a little louder this time. "Your words are saying one thing, love, but your body is telling a completely different story. Your body hasn't forgotten how it's supposed to act around me. You can say you hate it all you want, but your body is already surrendering to me~" 

You shake your head, “no...it’s not like that” you repeat yourself, sounding like a broken record at this point. But Shoyo was right, your body seemed to tell a truth you weren’t ready to admit. "You're not, huh? Then why is your body trembling? Why is your body subconsciously moving in the way I want, just like it was trained to do? Your body is telling me everything, love…" 

You try to protest again but the warm feeling of his dick pressing against your entrance was more than enough to shut you up. “Last chance Sunflower, apologize for what you did~” Shoyo coos in your ear. You stay silent. Wrong move.  

You feel Shoyo bottom out completely, his cock forcefully shoving it’s way into your needy hole. The glide was easy, your pussy already sopping wet, glistening with your slick that was dripping down your leg. Shoyo lets out a breathy moan, almost like a satisfied sigh, the same one you gave after finally getting your hands on something that you’ve been yearning for, for so long. It made her shiver, whether it was from the pleasure of having his dick inside you or not, you couldn’t tell. But those thoughts were quickly wiped from your mind when you heard his voice again.  

“Fuck~, princess you feel so good...fucking missed this pussy, so much” he moans softly. Shoyo lets out a moan, sending shivers up and down your spine as his fingers dug almost painfully into your waist, keeping you still for him. The feeling of how your pussy squeezes and stretches around his girth, trying to accommodate his large size after all this time. He lets out a small groan from the pleasure from your tight cunt was giving him, he never wanted to let his feeling go. He can't help but lean his head back and let out a shaky breath. He missed this feeling for so long, he couldn't get enough of it. 

“It's been so long since I've been able to be so close to you like this. You just don't know how much I've ached for this, my Sunflower~" Shoyo lets out another moan. He was trying his best not to move yet, being nice enough to give you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. But that restraint was quickly slipping. He desperately wanted to claim you again, to mark you as his own once more. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a primal hunger, his breathing heavy. 

"Gods, I've been waiting for this moment for years. I don't think I can hold back much more, love...I want you so badly~" he mutters in your ear before you start to feel him move. 

Shoyo groans softly as he starts to move inside you, the feel of your tightness enveloping him, reminding him of how long it had been since he last held you, felt you. His movements were slow at first, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. He leans down next to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Mmm, you feel so good, love...I'm not gonna be gentle, I'm too desperate for you..." His words sent a chill up your spine but...some part of you liked it, found enjoyment when he spoke to you like that, told you how desperate he was for you.  

Shoyo starts to move faster, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He can feel you shiver at his words and he grins, loving the way you're responding to his touch. You could feel his body moving against yours in a steady yet frantic, borderline desperate rhythm. He leans down and gently bites your shoulder; his voice slightly ragged with desire. "Ah, you like that, don't you? The way I'm gripping you so tightly, so desperately, that's how much I want you...I'm done holding back now, love...I'm going to claim you as mine again, make you remember who you belong to, make you remember how good I can make you feel~. You feel so good, love...So perfect, so mine. I've missed this, missed you~ " 

"Please...don't talk to me like that, I... I can't" you plead with him, knowing if he kept soothing you with sweet words while violating your body you...might break. Hinata doesn't listen to your plea. Instead, he continues to speak in a gentle yet possessive tone, his pace picking up as the pleasure escalates. "But I should talk to you like this, love. You are mine, and I will treat you that way. I don't care if you're fighting against this or me, I will show you that you belong to me...and you will accept it~"  

“No, I... I can’t, not like this-” "Oh, but why not, princess? You've always loved it when I talked to you like this, you've always loved it when I was rough and possessive. I know you still do. I can see it in those beautiful eyes of yours~" Shoyo teases you, his dick slamming into you repeatedly, it was rough and it burned but you liked it. He was breaking you all over again. "I...I" you try to say but speaking was too hard, your brain was muddled with pleasure and pain, and you were enjoying all of it. Shoyo smirked with satisfaction at your struggled words. He increased the pace again, moving even rougher against you. 

"That's it, love~ It's okay, you don't need to speak. Just feel everything. Just let yourself feel the pleasure and the pain, it's the only thing that matters now~" 

“No...I...”  

He knows you're enjoying it, despite how much you try to deny it. "Don't try to speak, love. You're only gonna make it harder on yourself. Just give in, let me take control. Let me make you mine once more, as you were always supposed to be~" 

“I...” you try to speak but he only chuckles at your futile attempt to speak once more. He moves his hand up to gently cover your mouth, gently hushing you again, his movements not faltering as he continues to fuck into you like an animal, like you were nothing more than a sex doll molded for his pleasure. He can see the internal struggle in your eyes, the way you're trying to deny yourself pleasure. "Shhh~ Stop fighting it, princess. Just stop fighting me and give in, give in to the pleasure and let yourself go...You know you want it, you know you've missed this as much as I have~" 

“I...” you try to speak again but once more but your thoughts fail you. The feeling of Shoyo's shaft slamming into your abused cunt only driving you crazier, turning you stupid all over again.  

Shoyo laughs softly as he feels you struggle once more. He can see how mindless you're becoming due to the pleasure, how your thoughts are failing you, and it only adds to his own enjoyment. "Don't force yourself, Sunflower. You're making it way too easy for me to break you. I love seeing you like this, all mindless and needy. You're becoming so stupid again, and it's so cute, just like I like you, just like I trained you to be~" 

You let out a soft whimper, his words getting to you as his length reached deeper into your pussy, you could feel his head reaching your womb, he was deep...too deep, it hurt, but it felt so good. His words and his movements have you trembling and whimpering, your body overwhelmed with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Shoyo looks down at you, his breaths coming in short and sharp. He can see the pain and pleasure in your expression, how you're trying to hold on, but he is determined to see you break completely. "You're doing so well, my love. You look so beautiful like this. You're taking me so well, just like you were meant to. Just a little more, princess. Just give in to me~" 

It was hard to resist his sweet words, even though you knew better; you could feel yourself slipping backwards, falling for his honey laced trap again. Hinata watches with satisfaction as he can see you slipping, falling once more for his sweet words. A sly smirk spreads across his lips as he can see the struggle in your eyes. "Don't fight it, princess. Don't resist. Just give in, give yourself to me. I know you want to. I know you're aching to surrender to me again. You know you belong to me, just let go and let me take care of you~" 

It was getting so hard to resist, his sweet words lulling you into a false sense of security, his rough yet blissful strokes making your body tremble and shake with each movement. You could barely stand on your own, the only reason you hadn’t fallen to your knees at this point was because Shoyo was holding you up.  

You could feel the way his dick twitched inside you, the way his grip tightened on you. “Come now Sunflower, tell me, you missed me...didn’t you” Shoyo wasn't asking but saying those words, like he knew them to be a fact. “I...” you slowly mew, your thoughts practically nonexistent by now. Hinata grins, satisfied with your reaction. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust and possessiveness but there was also a sense of tenderness and care there...or was she just imagining that? She wasn’t sure, she wasn’t sure of anything really anymore.  

She just wanted...to give in at this point.  

Hinata laughs as he sees that distant fucked out look in your eyes. He can see how mindless you've become, how your thoughts have completely faded away, consumed by the pleasure he's giving you. "That's it, love. Just let it all go. Just give in and tell me what I want to hear. Tell me how much you've missed me. Tell me how much you've ached for me, how much you've needed me. I know it's true, I know you've missed me just as badly as I've missed you~" 

He could see the fight left your eyes at this point, his dick drilling away every single unneeded thought in your head. Good.  

"Mmm, you're almost there, love. You're so close to giving in completely. Say it, my princess. Say you missed me~" he says gently, his voice sweet and gentle on your ears. “I...I missed you...” you mutter softly, your thoughts no longer there. Hinata grins as he hears your soft muttered words. He can tell from your voice that your thoughts are no more, that you're finally submitting to him completely. "Ah~ That's a good girl, princess. You didn't fight back this time; you gave in like you should've from the start. Say it again, my love, tell me how much you missed me~" 

He starts to move faster, driving himself deeper into you. He could feel a coiling tension in his body, demanding to be released. And you were the same, a familiar tension building up in your stomach, ready to burst at any second. “Together, princess” Shoyo mutters, and you find yourself nodding, agreeing with whatever he wanted. Hinata grins as he sees you nodding, agreeing with his words. He can feel the tension building up in both of you, both of you on the edge of release. "That's it, princess. We're gonna release together, just like always. Just like we were meant to." 

He starts to move even faster, his pace becoming almost desperate as he seeks release, trying to bring you over the edge with him.  

“Fuck! Sunflower, just like that...shit, you feel so good, fucking missed you so much, my needy little princess; your tight cunt, all of it” Shoyo moans loudly when that tension finally releases. You could feel his hot cum filling your womb, causing you to fall apart right after him. You let out a muffled cry of pleasure, barely able to register anything but the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside of you, marking you as his once more, and the feeling is euphoric for Shoyo, somewhat less for you even in your dazed state. 

"Mmm, love...I've missed you so much, my Sunflower... My princess...You're mine, all mine..." Shoyo mutters, staying buried deep inside you even after his balls finish emptying inside of you. You slowly nod your head, unable to do anything.  

In your dazed state you were unsure of a lot of things, not even able to think correctly but you had a feeling...this time,  

you wouldn’t be able to escape again.  

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the vib inside you was buzzing and shaking like crazy, your cock twitched and dripped precum. You moaned loudly, you didn’t think you would ever get to this place.

getting yourself off alone while your boyfriend watches, jerking himself off slowly. his long fingers rapped around his thick cock, his dark eyes fixated on your body and making eye contact with you occasionally.

he could tell you were close, to the way you were gripping the sheet to the way your face twisted into a face of undeniable pleasure. he grunted softly, feeling himself slowly getting closer to the edge.

he looked up when he heard you shriek and kicked your legs out from under you. “ah! daddy! ca-can I please cum?” you asked with a whine, he was amused because you were on like your 6th orgasm and you’re asking if you can cum?

”Of course you can baby.” he replied while moaned softly. hearing him moan was all you needed to cum.

“daddy! Oh! Oh! God! It’s so g-good! Ah!” you moaned, your hips moved up and down with the vib. he moaned looking at you, he gripped his cock harder and came hard. he groaned out, his raspy, hoarse voice filling the room with yours still moaning.

eventually, you both calmed down and you squirmed and asked “da-daddy? can you stop the - Ah! - vib please?”

your pleasured expression turned into one of pain, he immediately noticed and turned it off and he heard you sigh in relief. he got and walked to the bed to kiss you forehead and said he was gonna get two glasses of water. You nodded, smiled when he tripped a little on his way out.

You began to think of how caring and sweet your boyfriend was, he would always ask if you were alright after sex, even he didn‘t go rough or hard the time.

you smiled at the thought and tried to move around in the bed to get comfortable but you remembered you still had the vib in you. you reached down and slowly pulled the vib out, you moaned softly at the stretch.

you hear someone clear their throat, and you look up to find a smirking kuroo looking you, with two glasses of water in his hands. “what‘re you doing over there my prince? having fun?” his teasing voice intoxicating your mind and thoughts.

you huffed and turned your head away from him and he laughed walking to the bed and sitting down, you looked over to him with a small pout which slowly turned into a smile when he smiled softly at you and asking if you were feeling okay.

you shook your head and said dramatically “no! I feel terrible!” draping a hand over your forehead and groaned. he chuckled and moved your hands and kissed your lips softly.

“I love you my little dramatic prince.”

”I love you too my rooster head king”

“Hey! thats mean!”

”but you called me dramatic!”

”But it’s the truth!”

“But I was telling the truth too!”

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Kenma can be so mean when you’re needy. Crawling onto his lap while he’s playing his game and whining desperately into his chest. “Ken.. need you.” You mewl, rutting your hips onto his thigh with a whimper.

He only stares down at you for a split second. Shaking his head to fight the smirk threatening to fall onto his face. “I just fucked you.”

“Want more.” You huff, arms reaching up to wrap around his shoulders with your face in his neck. Letting out a soft moan when he teasingly shifted his thigh under your clit.

“You’re fucking greedy ya know that? Always want some cock.” Pulling off his headset before kicking his chair away from his desk. His long fingers curling into your hair to pull your head back, muffling your surprised yelp with his lips on yours.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands falling to his front to fist at his shirt as his tongue latched roughly onto yours. Your eyes having already fluttered shut as your hips involuntarily rolled in small circles on his lap. You panted heavily when he pulled away, a lewd string of spit connecting your swollen lips as his head tilted towards the bed. “Go.”

You eagerly did what you were told. Your boyfriend scoffing at the wet spot on his sweats from your lack of underwear. “All i did was kiss you and your pussy’s already dripping.” Stalking up to the edge of the bed with a short nod. “Turn around.”

And you did, back arching as you put your ass on display for him. Short skirt flipping onto your back when you let your chest lay flat against his sheets.

“So fucking eager,” He groaned, palming your ass with his large hands as his cock hardened. Using his fingers to knead into the supple flesh before spreading your cheeks with a breathy chuckle. Your folds sticking to each other with how wet you were. “Fuck.”

Kenma swallowed hard, the sight of your sopping cunt making his cock throb. Especially when you were whimpering so adorably for him on top of it.

You whined loudly, attempting to push back onto him with the small wiggle of your ass. Squealing into the air when his hand landed down roughly instead. “Have some fucking patience yeah?”

You shivered when his fingers ran down your slit, the loss of his touch being short lived when you felt them being replaced by his cock. You moaned, feeling him bury himself deep inside you with a groan of his own. The stretch of your pussy to take his girth only adding to your pleasure when he began fucking into you slowly.

“Ahh.. f-faster.” You gasped, feeling his tip kissing your g spot perfectly as his pace grew harsher.

“You come sit on me all whiny, rub yourself all over my thigh, take me out from my game.” He grunted, “You’ll take whatever I choose to give you.”

You could only cry out in response when he quickened his pace regardless. Hips snapping roughly into your rear as he slammed himself in and out. Your eyes welling with tears as you babbled dumbly, body rocking back and forth with each mean thrust.

“F-fuck, you’re so— ahhh.” You couldn’t think, and it took no time for you to crumble under his merciless pace. He was fucking you so good, so deep. You were so fucking full and he was giving you no time to adjust to each thrust.

You loved it.

Kenma grinned, “Aren’t you the one who wanted me to speed up baby?” His hand reaching to snake around the back of your neck. Pushing you even further into the mattress with a grunt. “So fucking take it.”

“O-oh god, ‘s so g-good. So fucking good.” You cried, your fists gripping tightly onto the sheets near your head as you drooled. Lips parted in high pitched mewls when your stomach tightened, feeling yourself being pushed closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

“Pussy’s sucking me in like she doesn’t wanna let go. She’s as greedy for cock as you are,” he breathed, head falling back with a shuddered moan when you clenched down at his words. “Shit- gonna milk me dry if i keep giving in.”

His words were incomprehensible. Your mind foggy as it focused on the rhythmic torture to your sweet spot.

“K-kennn, ‘m gonna cum. Please can i cum?” You were so close, body trembling with the curl of your toes as the building orgasm.

“Hold it.”

You almost sobbed, shaking your head as you pulled your body forward. “C-can’t. Needa cumm.”

His hands flew to the small of your waist, pulling you back roughly on his cock to continue his torture. “I said hold it.”

You wailed, tears flowing freely as you tried to keep it in. Chanting out an apology as your eyes rolled back, legs shaking uncontrollably as you made a mess on his cock. “‘M sorryyy.”

He watched as your slick dripped onto his bed. Your noises only increasing in volume at the overstimulation when he began using your hips to fuel his thrusts.

“Only know how to follow instructions till you get what you want.” His palm landing down on your ass with a small scoff. “I change my mind baby, you can cum. And you’re gonna cum until i say you can stop.”

He tried to act unaffected by his first release. The way his body trembled as his abs tensed. Letting out a string of inaudible moans as his jaw slackened. Eyes closing shut as he shakily pumped you full of cum.

Pulling out to watch the substance drip out of you in thick spurts. A groan sounding in his throat when he spread your folds for a better view. Watching you cry out when he pinched your clit meanly. “Pussy looks so much better filled with my cum.”

You felt your body going limp. Letting out a contented sigh as you lay there leaking cum.

“Uh uh, turn around. We’re not finished.”

Fuck.

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you sink down on his cock and he immediately buries his face into the side of your neck and groans, thumb sneaking in between your body & his to rub your clit. and his other hand cradles your head as you moan that he feels so good. you don’t know where he begins and you end