Bokuto: >:}୨

Kuroo: >:=}ง

Thoughts on some choice characters from the first two seasons of Haikyu!! I’ve watched.

Shoyo- Sweet hyperactive knucklehead ninja volleyball lover. His energy is infectious and secretly terrifying. 7/10.

Tobio- Hated him at first but-but I grew to love his secret dorkiness and the uncreative insults ie ‘buttwipe’ he calls Shoyo is peak dumbass energy. 8/10.

Daichi- Oh, oh this man. He does something to me. Supportive captain that’s a powerhouse in his own right that knows how to push everyone’s buttons to get them pumped up? 9/10.

Yu- I kin this 5'2 dumbass. Again, his energy is infectious and I adore his and Ryunosuke’s antics over Kiyoko. Rolling Thunder makes me laugh every time. 8.5/10.

Kuroo-LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE. The hair, the smirk, the Oya, loved every second he was on screen. Better have more or I’m gonna be mad. 10/10.

Oikawa- Despise him, everything about him. I hate him with every fiber of my being. Wanna punch this arrogant ladies man in the face, Tobio is superior. 9/10.

Bokuto- I really, really thought I’d hate him. I really did. Goofy boy, silly boy, stupid boy, baby boy. With his random bouts of depression mid game? Getting smacked in the face by balls? My other kin. 10/10.

Yuji- Random ass boi. The hair? Perfect. The stance? Powerful. The tongue piercing? Immaculate. Literal embodiment of copy cat and I stan him. 7/10.

My piece for the @fukurodanizine!! Freaking love these hipster cuties!

Pairing: Kuroo x Bokuto’s sister (you)
Characters:Kuroo Tetsurō, Bokuto Kōtarō
Rating:NSFW
Content:facial, manhandling, subspace, marking, overstimulation, praising, slight footjob 

Oh boy here we go, part 3 of my main hoe Kuroo. Please read both Part 1andPart 2 if you haven’t already so you can understand the context x 
Anyways, I hope you guys like the final part! This was a really fun series to write!

We’ve been through this twice already so y’all get the gist. Both Kuroo and Bokuto are in their third years and are 18 :)

Dinner is just as it usually would be. The two boys chatting away about spikes, receives and anything volleyball related. Frankly, you find it quite amazing that Kuroo can act so nonchalant even after joining you in the shower just a few hours ago. His poker face is one you unfortunately can’t return. Your eyes remain studying your plate of food as if you were going to take a test on it. Any point that you glance up, you feel your cheeks burn to a bright red at the mere sight of him. Just sitting with your brother, acting as if he doesn’t have malicious intent for later in the night.  
“Hey, Y/N,” Bokuto hums, snapping you out of your blank stare. “You okay there? You haven’t said anything all night.” His eyes are genuine, the glint of concern adds to the strident gold of his that give off his resemblance to an owl.
You smile warmly at him, Bokuto has always been the one to worry about you. “I’m fine Bo, just thinking.” You comfort him by taking a mouthful of the food you had been pushing around your plate. 
“Whatcha thinking about?” Kuroo asks, resting his chin in his palm. There’s a certain smile on his face that appears innocent enough. But you know better, you know he is far from innocent.
You graze your tongue over your top teeth, cocking your eyebrow up at his question. “Normal girl stuff. School, friendships… boys.” You slightly smirk to yourself, knowing the dominos that you’ve just toppled over.

“BOYS?” Bokuto blurts out, almost choking on his food. “Has someone caught the eye of my precious sister?” He clutches his chest, putting on an over-exaggerated act of some sort of love-struck teenage girl. 
You roll your eyes, taking note of Kuroo’s slight grimace. “I mean there is a guy yeah. But I dunno if I like him. He’s a bit cocky.” You state casually. 
Kuroo scoffs and raises his eyebrows. “Sounds interesting. Tell me,” He leans forward in his seat. Bokuto does the same, leaning forward and awaiting your words. “Does this boy treat you right?” There’s something about his seemingly innocent question that makes you want to mess with him.
“I dunno. Haven’t really noticed much at this point. All I really know is that while he’s good looking, he’s also a bit selfish. Gets what he wants a lot.” You look back over to Kuroo, his eyes have narrowed yet he still holds his cocky smile. He looks as if he wants to leap right across the table and teach you a thing or two about speaking nicely. 
“Gosh how’d you meet this guy? He sounds like an ass.” Bokuto tuts to himself while looking over at Kuroo for his approval. 
Kuroo looks away briefly before returning your gaze. “Yeah, actually, how did you meet this guy?” 
You chuckle quietly and scratch at your eyebrow, unsure what to answer with. It’s not like you can say you met him through Bokuto. “I uh met him through… volleyball! One of your games, Bo. He goes to a different school.” Possibly the dumbest response you could have said purely because of your brothers reaction.
“Another school? Which one? Have I versed him? What position is he? Am i better than him?” His bombardment of questions almost completely overwhelm you as you try to keep up. Kuroo, on the other hand, simply laughs and looks at you for an answer. 
“Geez, Bo! Calm down and just lemme do my thing okay?” You laugh, used to his excited antics. He was just happy that his sister was finally talking about the possibility of someone else making her happy.  
Kuroo wraps his arm around Bokuto and pulls him in. “Yeah, leave your sister alone.” He teases while ruffling his hair.
Bokuto smiles and grabs the empty plates. “I’m cleaning! Get over it Kiddo!” He dashes into the kitchen, barely giving you any time to react. You scoff lightly and roll your eyes.

Kuroo listens out for the sound of running water before turning his gaze to you. “So, this boy is a bit selfish huh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. 
“Yep. But I never said I wasn’t selfish either.” You lean forward and smile at him while your foot from under the table nudges against his crotch. Kuroo inhales sharply and shoots you a challenging look, almost daring you to keep going and see what happens. You smile innocently and pull out your phone, barely paying any attention to him while you rub him out of view from anyone who could walk into the room. Kuroo shuts his eyes and rests his forehead in the palm of his hand, trying to keep himself composed. It hardly worked, his cheeks were already flushed and his breathing changed as he immediately hardened from your movements. 
Kuroo tilts his head back and clenches his fist, obviously struggling to keep calm. “So fucking mean.” He laughs breathily. His eyes lock back onto yours. There it is again, the gloss of lust that was oh so obvious. 
Even as Bokuto walks back into the room, your foot doesn’t move, in fact, it moves faster. Revenge for what happened in the shower. 

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You glance over at your phone. 1:47am. Bokuto would definitely asleep right now. Your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you hear the door from the end of the hallway opening. Quiet footsteps echo against the wooden floors with each subtle movement, curse the rickety house. The steps stop as soon as they reach just outside your door. You wait.
The handle turns slowly to reveal Kuroo who quickly steps into your room. Shirtless and wearing grey sweatpants. He 100% did that on purpose.
You smile and sit up. “Lost?” You ask, batting your eyelashes innocently. 
Kuroo laughs quietly and sits over at the seat by your desk, intentionally creating distance. “Don’t act so pure as if you weren’t begging me to fuck you in the shower.”

You narrow your eyes and grin while climbing out from under the bed covers. He wasn’t the only one who planned their outfit considering you have nothing on besides a bra and panties. You glide over and straddle his lap, letting your hands run up his bare chest. 
“Is the offer still on the table?” You ask, feeling him harden against your inner thigh. You giggle and run your hand over his crotch through the thin fabric of his pants. “Should I take this as a yes?”
Kuroo inhales sharply. “Well I’m certainly not here to read you a bedtime story.” One of his hands reaches behind and unclasps your bra, throwing it far away. His thumb grazes over one of your nipples. The coldness of his fingertips sends goosebumps over your body. He smirks at the sight of them now perky at the sensation. 
“You’re so quick to call me out for getting hard when you’re already dripping wet.” He titters, slipping his fingers inside your underwear. He wasn’t wrong. You were ready for him hours ago. The mere thought of him sneaking into your room was enough to have you squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. With no warning, he slips two fingers inside. You cut off the sound of your gasp by hiding in his shoulder. 
Kuroo laughs and strokes your hair with his free hand. “Such a pretty girl.” He cooes, strategically pumping his fingers in the way that effortlessly reaches your g-spot. You exhale breathily against him and lean up to his ear.
“You gonna tease me all night? Or are you gonna fuck me?”
Kuroo smirks and kisses your neck. “So demanding. Maybe if you ask nicely… or beg.” He’s such an asshole. A very attractive one but still.

You lean back and look into his eyes, slightly glassy and obviously full of desire. “Please Kuroo,” You tangle one of your hands into his hair and pout, rocking your hips against his fingers that still insist on working to give you pleasure. “Please fuck me… I’ve waited so patiently.” 
He curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes your toes curl. You lean back and gasp, hips trembling at the sensation. Kuroo stands and carries you over to the bed, your legs wrapped around his waist. 
“Patiently? You call rubbing me under the table ‘waiting patiently’?” He raises an eyebrow and throws you on the bed as if you were a doll that weighed nothing. “I ought to just tease you and then leave you alone, craving me all night.” He climbs onto the bed and towers over you, his head tilted down to look at your body. 
You lift his chin up to look in his eyes. “Really think you have that self control?” You ask, nudging your knee against his crotch.
Kuroo exhales a short laugh. “You got me there.” His lips plant themselves against your own. His tongue quickly finding yours. All of his actions completely belittling his words from before, you can tell how desperate he is for you. Almost melting into your hands. 

If his true intentions weren’t obvious enough, he lowers himself down your body, littering your entire body with kisses. He flicks his tongue over your nipple and smirks when you whine at him for moving on so quickly. In almost no time at all, he reaches your hips where his thumb traces the deep marks he left on your thighs. 
“Not fair-” You frown, looking down at him as you prop yourself onto your elbows. Kuroo looks up with a questioning face. “You’ve marked me but I haven’t done it to you.” 
He can’t help but snort at your remark. “Alright, come here then.” He sits back against the bed head and pulls you up back up onto his lap. “Put em anywhere you’d like.”
Your eyes scan his body, trying to decide where you should leave your mark. Eventually, you settle on his collarbone. Easy enough to find but also easy to hide. Better to not leave any that Bokuto could see. You catch his skin in your lips and suck hard enough to leave a deep purple hickey. You pull back with a triumphant smile.  
“Happy now?” He asks, grinning with his tongue between his teeth. He was very clearly enjoying himself. You nod your head, unable to take your eyes off of the hickey. “Good. My turn.”

Kuroo throws you onto your back once again and mirrors your movements by choosing your collarbone. But rather than giving just one, he covers your chest in marks. 
“God Kuroo you trynna turn me purple?!” You point to the one at the very base of your neck. “People will be able to see this one! My uniform doesn’t cover.” You grumble with a small frown.
He raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Let them see. I want them to know you belong to someone.” A side of him you had never seen before, possessive. Kuroo leans his forehead against your own. “You were right about me being selfish.”
You scoff lightly while rolling your eyes. “No shit.”
Kuroo smirks and trails his fingertips over your jaw. His eyes admiring every single part of your face while his free hand slips your underwear down your legs. “You sure about this?” He asks, hooking his thumb into the waistband of his sweats. 
You pull them down for him and smile. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet?” You tease, leaning up to his ear. “Better not hold back.”
He exhales deeply and throws off his pants completely, gone to your bedroom floor. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Kuroo grabs a hold on both of your wrist with one hand and pins them above your head. His other hand adjusting himself just a few centimeters away from your hole. 
“Whatever you do, don’t scream.” He warns, glancing up into your eyes. You almost laugh at him sounding rather confident in his abilities. Perhaps you shouldn’t underestimate him. Kuroo thrusts up, hard. Completely bottoming out in that one move alone. 
Already knowing you’d cry out, he covered your mouth with his hand. Smiling a smile that almost made you want to punch him in the jaw. “Told you not to scream.” he shrugs. 
Your entire body trembles underneath him, hardly used to his size as it stretches you out. “Asshole.” The word muffles against his hand. 
Kuroo simply smiles and thrusts again. Working his way up to an average pace to give you time to adjust. Unable to control your noises, moans slip past your lips into the silence of  the night.
“You’re gonna wake Bokuto.” He whispers, a slight laugh trailing behind. Perhaps that was part of the thrill for him. Rather than slowing down, he doubles his speed.

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You’re not quite sure how long you’ve been going at it. Long enough to feel nothing but numbness in your legs. 
Kuroo’s hand is latched on to your hip as he snaps his hips into you from behind. You mind completely fogged with desire. It takes over your whole body, leaving you with nothing but the need to obey. 
You look towards your legs, unsure when he left those deep bite marks and slight bruises from gripping so hard. 
“Kuroo-” You whimper, eyes heavy and tongue almost completely fallen from your mouth. 
Kuroo pulls your hair back to bring you up against his chest. “Never seen you like this before. Safe to say you’ve completely submitted?” He kisses at your neck and rubs against your clit with his fingers. 
You whine out and lean your head back against his shoulders. God knows how many times you’ve come already. It almost hurts to feel it build up again. Your entire body’s sensitivity at its maximum.
“Can’t come again-” You babble, breathily heavily and shutting your eyes. 
Kuroo pushes you onto the mattress yet again and flips you onto your back, never even taking you off of his cock. “Yes you can pretty girl. You’re gonna come for me, okay?”
Obey. You nod your head with a whimper, your mind unable to even consider the possibility of saying no. 
“Such a good girl. That’s it, Princess. You’re taking it so well.” His voice lingers in your mind. Replaying over and over. It sends you further to your upcoming orgasm. Who knew just some simple words could hold so much power?
You cover your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut. Of course you want to look at him, with the newly setting sun you could properly see his face. But now wasn’t the time.
You brace yourself for the hot white waves that wash over your body and makes every inch of you tremble against him. 

Kuroo hardly even slows down. He just keeps thrusting, dragging out your orgasm to an almost painful extent.
You hide your face in his shoulder and shriek. “Kuroo! Slow- slow down!” 
“Sorry, Princess. But I’m so close. Just hold out for me baby.” His voice almost breaking in the overwhelming pleasure. You bite your lip, trying to endure the overstimulation. 
Kuroo groans lowly and grips the sheets beside your head, trying to keep himself as composed as possible. His hips shift to hit that spot that makes you arch your back off the bed and pant for air. 
“I love seeing you like this. A complete mess for me.” He grins before pulling out and moving further up your body. He strokes himself as he starts to reach the summit of his own orgasm. “Stick out your tongue for me sweetheart.” Kuroo’s eyes flutter shut as you obey his command. His last few strokes making a complete mess of your face. You can taste the saltiness of his cum against your lips. 
Once he calms down, Kuroo stands and fetches a towel to clean you up with. There was absolutely no way you were moving to get it yourself. 

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He lays down beside you and pulls you into his body. You can hear his heart beat loudly in his chest. 
“You okay?” He asks, planting his lips onto your forehead and gently brushing back your hair with his fingertips. 
You look up at him with an almost amused look. “I can’t feel my fucking legs.”
Kuroo laughs and holds you tighter. “Yeah sorry about that. I did warn you though.” His fingers interlock with your own, keeping you held in the embrace. “So… you down for another round?” He jokes.
You push off of him and chuckle. “Go back to your room before Bo wakes up.” 
“Yeah yeah.” He gets up and searches for his pants that were carelessly thrown on the floor. “Oh and Princess?” He pauses right before the door, looking back at you. “Tell me, does this boy treat you right?”
You smile at him. “Better than all the others.”
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I literally had to stop writing this at some point because I was listening to a Miruko audio and hOLY FUCKING MOLY HELP SHE’S SO HOT JKHGJV
Anyways! Here’s the long awaited part 3 to daddy kuroo. Legs? Destroyed. You gon need a wheelchair babe

Pairing: Kuroo x Bokuto’s sister (you)
Characters: Kuroo Tetsurō, Bokuto Kōtarō
Rating:NSFW
Content:eating out, shower tings, fingering, marking

What up fellow sluts! I’m drunk again and you know what that means… more writing!!!! You guys seemed to really like part 1 so here you go! 
If you haven’t read part 1 don’t even worry your cutie booty, you can click here to read it

Once again, this is a bit later on when Bokuto and Kuroo are in their 3rd years and are both 18 

You didn’t seem to get any sleep last night, especially after what happened between you and Kuroo. Your mind was far too wrapped up in replaying it over and over.
Your door flies open with a forceful kick. You sit up in shock and see your brother standing in your door frame.  
“Hey Y/N I made breakfast! Come grab some.” He beams, obviously proud that he made a meal on his own.
“Okay I’ll be out in a sec Bo.” You mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes that seemed to show up in the singular hour that you managed to pass out in.

As you walk out of your room, you see Kuroo and Bokuto both sitting at the table eating bowls of Tamago Kake Gohan. Unsurprising for Bokuto to make as he usually finds it quite easy.
You take a seat across from them, looking down at your bowl filled with rice and egg. “Thanks for breakfast, Bo. It looks really good.” You smile at him, trying your best to avoid eye contact with Kuroo a mere few meters away. 
“It’s okay!” Bokuto says with a grin. “Wait give me one second I left my phone in my room.” He says, jumping up and sprinting down the hallway.
The air fills with an unavoidable tension. “There a reason you can’t look at me, Princess?” Kuroo teases, acting coy as if he was unaware of what happened the night before.
You cheeks flush a bright red as you push the rice around your bowl. “Nope, just really interested in my food.” 
Kuroo leans back on his chair, a smirk painted across his gorgeous yet smug face. “Is that so?”
You nod your head, shoving the food into your mouth to get away with not speaking. 
“Then look at me.” He says, his tone significantly more serious than before. 
It almost felt like a command that you couldn’t disobey. Your eyes hesitantly meet his. A deep brown that draws you in to him every single time without failure. You cross one leg over the other, trying to get a handle on the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.
Kuroo smiles maliciously, intimidating you without even needing words. “Regretting last night?” He asks, leaning forward. 
You shake your head furiously. “Definitely not. Just kinda… coming to terms with it I guess…” Your voice becomes quieter as your sentence trails off.
“Well, if it’s any consultation…” Kuroo stands and makes his way to your side, boxing you in by resting both hands on the table to either side of you. “You were incredible.” He whispers before laying a soft peck on your neck. You squeeze your thighs closer together, still trying to compose yourself.
“Hey Kuroo!” Bokuto calls out from his room. “Can you come here a sec?”

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“Just brush it off.”You tell yourself as you slip your clothes off. A shower is much needed after everything that happened. You turn the water on and step in, letting the water slide off your face and onto your body. 
As you run your soap-filled hands over your legs, the bathroom door opens. You jump and cover yourself, unable to see who it is through the fogged glass. “Bo! I’m in here!” You yelp, instinctively thinking your brother had walked in by accident.
Yet, much to your surprise, you hear a laugh. One that clearly isn’t Bokuto. You slap your hand to your mouth once the realisation comes that it’s Kuroo who stands behind the shower door that just barely separates the two of you. The lock to the bathroom clicks shut.

You open the shower door and poke your head out, staring directly at him. “What the fuck are you doing?” You whisper-shout, knowing that noises from the bathroom echo throughout the house.
With no words, he slides his shirt off along with his shorts. 
You hide your blushing cheeks behind your hand as your eyes scan over his toned, exposed body. “Kuroo–”
He covers your mouth with his own hand, staring right into your eyes as he steps into the shower with you. There’s a sort of cloud to his eyes that seems like pure lust for you. It’s intoxicating, you can’t break away your own stare. 
He leans further down, grazing his soft lips over your collarbone. “Figured I’d return the favour.” You feel him smirk against your skin. 
Kuroo returns his piercing gaze to you as he kneels down, head level with your stomach. It’s in this moment that you remember just how bare you are to him. You attempt to cover up but he stops you before you can raise your arms any higher from your side. 
“I’ve known you for a while, Y/N. You shouldn’t be embarrassed.” He says, laying a kiss on your hip. 
From your hip, he trails down. Planting a path of kisses down to your inner thigh. You inhale sharply as he reaches the joint of your leg. So close yet so far.  You whimper as you feel his breath fan against your sex. 
Kuroo smiles maliciously. “Someone’s eager.” He teases. 
You scrunch your nose and look away from him. 
“Hey,” He lifts your leg and rests it over his shoulder. “Don’t you dare look away.” He warns, making your body quiver with anticipation. 

Once your eyes return to his, he just barely grazes his tongue over your now throbbing clit. A small taste that drives him mad with desire. 
“Fuck…” He mumbles before gripping your hips and plunging his tongue deep inside of you. 
With one hand, you grip his hair whilst the other covers your mouth. Already feeling the stimulation from him that you longed for every since he walked through the front door. 
He returns his tongue to your clit, flicking it expertly over and over. As if he knew the exact way to make you crave him. Your eyes flutter shut as he continues to devour you.
“Did I not tell you to not look away?” He asks, slipping a finger inside of you that causes you to throw your head back. Your attempt to suppress your moans is one that makes him smile whilst trying his best to make you louder. 
“K-Kuroo–” You whisper breathily, praying to yourself that Bokuto isn’t close enough to hear you. 
Kuroo groans quietly before just barely pulling away. “Never heard you say my name like that, Princess…” He kisses your thigh once more. “I hope I get to hear you scream it.”
You gasp as he rapidly returns his tongue to you. His hunger for you never fully satisfied, leaving him aching for more. Your eyes glance down, taken notice of his fully hardened cock. You marvel at the size, now able to see it fully in the daylight. You swallow hard. Unknowing how you managed to take it down your throat. 
Kuroo smirks while adding a second finger. You wince as you tighten around him, enduring the slight pain. “So tight…” He cooes, watching your face turn quickly from pain to pleasure. 
Your voice starts to break as the knot in your stomach begins tightening. 

“Hey Y/N?” You hear Bokuto knock on the bathroom door, sending you into a panic. 
“W-what’s up, Bo?” You ask, trying to keep your sentence as short as possible. Kuroo catches on but rather than helping you, he flicks his tongue faster and adds a third finger. Your eyes roll to the back of you head as you bite your lip, almost afraid that you’ll bite straight through it.
“Do you know where Kuroo went? I can’t find him.” He asks. A genuine question from your slight himbo of a brother.
You wrack your brain for some sort of plausible answer. “I think he… went for a walk.” You squeeze your eyes shut, cringing at the oh so obvious lie.
“Oh…” Bokuto says. “Okay! Well I’m just running down to the store to pick up stuff for dinner. If he comes back before me just let him know.” 
You can not believe that it worked. You wait until the front door slams shut to cry out.

“Fuck!” You whine, impressed that you could hold it in for so long. 
Kuroo snickers. “Am I that good huh?” He asks cockily, already knowing the answer.
“Please–” You whimper. “Please, Kuroo, I need it so bad.” You beg for him to keep going. Desperately trying to chase after your orgasm. 
A low snarl erupts from him, one only due to the singular fact that begging for him was something that always seemed to throw him over the line of dominance. 
His hands quicken their pace along with his tongue, now furiously flicking over your sensitive clit. If he could, he would just about swallow you whole. 
“Taste so fucking good, Princess.” He says between breaths, never taking his skilled tongue away from you. “Come on I wanna hear you scream for me. Let me make you come.” 
His filthy words add to the constricting knot, edging you further and further towards the peak. Your grip on his hair tightens as you approach the summit.
“I-I’m–” You can’t get your words out. 
“Come.” He growls. Not a request, but a command. 
With that one word you come completely undone, now screaming his name with no shame or second thought. Your leg that kept balance gives out but Kuroo catches you, throwing it over his other shoulder. His strong arm keeps you held against the shower wall. 
As you start to come down from your state of euphoria, Kuroo licks up the mess made off your thighs. 
Once your legs stop shaking, he lets you down. However, you’re so very wrong to assume he’s finished.
As you stand to your feet, he grabs your ass and pulls you closer in to him once again. Now sucking deep hickeys onto your inner thighs. You yelp at the slight pain on your sensitive skin.

When satisfied with his trail of marks all over your thighs, he stands. You pull him in for a kiss, a deep one that you’ve craved for the entire time. 
You slightly grind yourself against his cock making him moan. “Please…” You whisper. “Please fuck me.” You look at him with pure desire in your eyes.
Kuroo smiles and kisses you once more. “Not yet. Tonight.” He says, grazing his thumb over your bottom lip.
“But- But this is the perfect time! Bo isn’t home.” You whine, clearly unhappy at his answer.
Kuroo laughs to himself and flashes you a bright smile. “Do you really think I’ll be finished with you before he gets home?” He asks, twirling a piece of your soaked hair between his fingertips. “Sure we could be as loud as we want but I won’t be able to stop. Princess, I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up tomorrow and I’d much rather do that when we can be uninterrupted.” Your knees grow weak as he continues speaking. “Plus, you’ll need to be able to use your legs by the time he gets home.”
A small squeak escapes your mouth. “T-tonight?”
Kuroo presses his forehead against yours and takes hold of your hands. “Tonight.”

My keyboard is kinda spinning right now so I hope this post makes sense
Anyways this was part 2 of 3, tune in soon for the final part where things get intense ;)
Kuroo I beg… a crumb of your attention pls. I know I wrote him to be like this sex God but holy fuck do I want just one night alone with this man.

(Hi this is sober me just saying thank you for reading lmao. I hope you liked it <3)

Pairing: Kuroo x Bokuto’s sister (you)
Characters: Kuroo Tetsurō, Bokuto Kōtarō
Rating: NSFW
Content:blowjob, face-fucking, cum swallowing (that’s right, we swallow up in this bitch)

All I gotta say about this one is BARK BARK GRR WOOF
Very intelligent words, I know.

This is a tad later the current-ish timeline when Bokuto and Kuroo are in their 3rd years and are both 18 :)

Friday, 5:36 pm
“Y/N!” Your brother’s whiney voice echoes from down the hallway. Your eyes never leave the phone that sits in your hand.
“What’s up Bo?” You call back to him, tilting your head back ever so slightly as if it would make your voice travel further.
“Have you seen my volleyballlllllll?” 
You reluctantly get up off the couch and walk towards his bedroom. “No, last I saw it was outside. Why?” You ask, leaning against his door frame.
Bokuto rummages through his closet paying no mind to the tornado of mess forming on his floor. “Kuroo’s coming over and we’re practicing spikes.”
You groan with dismay. “So let me get this straight…” You slump down onto his bed. “We have the house to ourselves for a whole weekend and instead of– I don’t know– having a party or going out and doing something, you decide to practice volleyball. Something you do basically everyday.”
Bokuto turns to face you with a beaming smile. “Yeah! It’s fun!” You roll your eyes at his childlike excitement. “Also can you pretty please set up the spare room? Kuroo’s sleeping over.”
You clasp your hands together and hold them to your cheek. “Ooooo sleeping over. You gonna braid each others hair and have pillow fights?” You say with an  almost ear-shattering high pitched tone.
“Yeah yeah. Also I’m sorry to ask but can you also make dinner? We’re gonna be at the courts and I won’t be able to make it in time.”
You tilt your head towards your shoulder and look away in thought. “Hmm… fine. But you owe me some Pocky.”
“Done deal!”

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You stand in the kitchen wrapping some onigiris. An easy meal to make with what you had lying around the house.
Bokuto had left a few hours ago to meet with Kuroo, you assume they should be back at any minute. You attempt to ignore the slight itch on the tip of your nose while your hands are covered in rice.
The lock on the front door clicks open followed by heavy footsteps and laughing. 
“Y/N we’re hooooome.” Bokuto calls out, throwing his keys on the table by the door.
As they walk through to the kitchen you glance up at the both of them, coated in sweat and still slightly huffing. “Oh thank God you told me, I thought a robber with keys to the house was coming in.” You say, faking a damsel in distress voice. 
Bokuto rolls his eyes and slumps on to one of the chairs right in front of the bench that you’re working at. “Ooo onigiris! Itadakimasu!” Bokuto gleams, already stuffing one in his mouth. 
“Hey! Be patient! I’m almost done.” You scold whilst wrapping the final ones. 
Kuroo snickers and steps behind the bench towards you. He lays one land on your waist and gently pulls you to the side. “Sorry, just gotta get to the cups.” He leans down to the cupboard where you were standing and pulls out a glass. His touch still lingers on your skin even after he lets go. 
“A simple ‘can you please move’ would have sufficed.” You state, tilting your head back to look at him filling his glass with water. 
“This was quicker.” He smirks, taking a sip.
Bokuto remains too caught up in the plate of onigiris to bust out the protective older brother mode.

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“Thanks for dinner, Y/N!” Bokuto smiles, hitting his stomach with his hand. “Think I might have a food baby.”
The two boys burst into laughter as you sigh at their incompetence. You stand from your seat and grab the empty plates. Kuroo gets up from his seat. “Hey hey sit down, you cooked.” He says taking the plates from your hands. 
You smile to the floor then look back up at him. “And you’re the guest so shut up and let me do my thing.” 
Kuroo runs his tongue over his top teeth and raises his eyebrows. “Damn… yes ma’am. Have you always been this bossy?” He teases, leaning in to get a better look at your face. 
Your eyes trail to his arm that holds the stack of plates, bicep bulging ever so slightly at the weight of the porcelain. You snap yourself out of your slight daze and silently scold yourself for checking him out. 
Kuroo carries the plates to the kitchen sink, much to your disapproval, and smiles innocently. 
“Get outta here rooster boy.” You say, lightly pushing him away from the sink.
He snickers to himself and plants his feet, placing both hands on his hips. “And if I refuse?” 
You glance over to Bokuto’s direction where he is staring at the ceiling trying not to throw up the abundance of rice and seaweed he consumed in under 5 minutes.
“I mean hey it’s up to you but would you rather get punched in the gut by me or sit over with Bo unharmed?”
Kuroo pauses, glancing up in fake thought. “I don’t know, being punched by you seems like more of a privilege than a punishment.”
A giggle slips past your lips. You slap your hand to your mouth having never heard yourself made that noise before. 

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“Hey Kiddo, can you please grab my phone from the bathroom? I accidentally left it in there.”
You nod to Bokuto and head towards the hallway. As you open the bathroom door you catch a full view of a shirtless Kuroo in grey sweats throwing a loose tank top on, still slightly dripping with shower water that falls from his hair. 
“Oh my god I am so sorry!” You blurt out, covering your eyes with your arm. “I was just grabbing Bo’s phone I swear! I didn’t mean to–”
Your words are cut of as he laughs. “Y/N it’s fine, also you can look now.” 
You hesitantly take your arm away, all the while covering your now blushing cheeks. 
Kuroo picks up Bokuto’s phone as he dries his hair with his other arm. “This one?”
You nod, taking the phone from his hand and leaving as soon as you can. You run back to the lounge room where Bokuto is laying on the couch and full force throw a pillow at him.

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The night drags on and the boys decide to head to bed. Yet you lay wide awake, replaying what happened over and over in your head. 
The image never leaving your head. Kuroo’s abs that seemed hand crafted by Greek Gods themselves, toned arms that would slightly flex with every movement he made. Not even to mention the outline of his package against the grey sweatpants, one that appeared far bigger than you thought it would be.
There is something that bubbles inside you. A sort of craving that you couldn’t satisfy with anything other than Kuroo himself.
You bite your nail, running scenarios through your mind that you wish would happen. Him suddenly coming in and…
You rub your eyes with your palms, trying to stop your thoughts from running wild.

“This is stupid. So stupid.” You mind screams at you as you tiptoe down the hallway. You stop right outside the spare bedroom, contemplating just turning around.
One deep breath and you open the door.

Kuroo sits up and squints in the darkness, the moonlight just barely showing your face. “Y/N?” 
You rush over to cover his mouth. “Quiet.” You whisper. “Don’t wake Bo.”
His face seems perplexed, unsure as to why you’re there. “Okay,’ He whispers back. “What’s up?”
Your cheeks flush as you move to straddle his lap. “I wanted to do something for you…” Your completely eyes avoid his.
“Oh? And what’s that, Princess?” He smirks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Princess. The word rolls off his tongue with such ease, as if it were completely natural. It sends a shiver down your spine. “Hmph. Just– just sit.” 
Even though you feel as if your heart is going to leap out of your chest, you continue to take control. 

Your hand reaches down and rubs against his crotch, palming him through his pants. 
“Shit…” Kuroo mumbles, covering his mouth his his large hand. Your fingertip grazes above his length. As you reach the tip, he slightly thrusts, urging for more friction. You can’t help but smile, the thought of him feeling good because of you is exhilarating. 
As your nervousness subsides, you remember your actual technique to making boys feel good.  
Kuroo squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed at the sensations that wash over his body. As you pull your hand away, you notice him trembling as the loss of stimulation. A small wet patch from his precum surfaces on his sweats. 
You lean down and lick right at the tip through his pants, looking up at him. 
“Fuck stop teasing…” he laughs breathily, pushing your hair away from your eyes. 
You snicker and hook your fingers in his waistband, sliding his sweat pants down. His full length slaps against his torso as if it had been loaded to a spring. It takes you by complete surprise, not expecting him to be fully erect.
“No underwear?” You ask, gently touching him with your fingertips.
“Had to give you easier access.” He grins while running your hair through his hands. 
“Oh so you knew this would happen?”
“As soon as I stepped through the door. Thought I wouldn’t notice you gawking at my arms?” 
His confidence was nothing less than intoxicating, in fact, everything about him was. His figure, his stare that made your knees weak, his natural smell of musk and hint of cheap cologne. 

You run your tongue up his full length, paying extra attention to the underside and very tip where your taste the remnants of his precum. You swirl your tongue against him earning a quiet groan. 
Kuroo leans down to your ear, brushing his lips against it. “Please… just do it.” His toned-down begging makes you instinctively whine.
You accept his request and wrap your lips around his cock, unsure exactly how you’ll take him all considering not just his length but thickness as well. You push your head down, letting him fill your mouth. You keep going until he touches the very back of your throat, forcing your gag reflex to kick in. You pull back for air.
“Too big?” He asks cockily. 
You squint your eyes at him, accepting his challenge. You immediately go back down, taking him once again down your throat. Not even close to his base, tears spring to your eyes while you choke back. Kuroo curses under his breath and holds your hair in a ponytail with both hands, helping guide your head up and down his cock. 
You follow along with his movements, picking up the pace as you adjust just that little bit more to him. Your hands grip his muscular thighs while you squeeze your cheeks in more, tightening the space. 
“Fuck that’s it, good girl.” He praises. As you look up, you notice his cheeks now a bright red and eyes glossing over with pleasure. 

His suppression of his moans is slipping from him as he grows louder. You pull back once more, and sit up completely level with him. “You’re gonna wake Bo up.” You say with a laugh.
“I’m sorry you’re just so– fuck– so fucking good.” He pulls you in by the back of your neck and wastes no time to slide his tongue into your mouth. You place your hands on his shoulders and grind against his cock with your crotch just covered by underwear. 
Kuroo hisses against your lips. “Fuck! When did you get so dirty? What the fuck.” He whisper-shouts.
You say nothing, just giggle at him before returning your mouth to his cock. This time moving faster and deepthroating to the best of your ability. Kuroo bits his hand, trying his best not to moan. You flick your hair to the side and watch him as you put your mouth to work. He’s biting his lip with his eyes shut and hands running through your hair again. 
You can tell he’s close as he starts thrusting his hips against you, trying to chase his climax. 
“Princess?” 
“What’s up?” You ask, pulling away and wiping the spit from your chin. 
Kuroo scratches the back of his neck. “Can I please face-fuck you?” 
You grin deviously. Your hand pumps him rhythmically as you nod. “Don’t hold back.”

Kuroo doesn’t hesitate to get up on his knees and push himself back inside your mouth. You prepare yourself knowing he’ll be a little more rough.
God are you right. Kuroo thrusts hard to the back of your throat forcing you to choke against him. Your nails dig in to the back of his legs while he rams himself into your mouth.
Tears trail down your cheeks while you attempt to take his full length. His grip on your hair tightening significantly. His moans turn to whimpers as he approaches his orgasm. 
Kuroo tries to pull out but you hold him against you, taking his whole load in your mouth, his muscles tensing with his climax. When he comes to, he slightly panics, realising that he just came in your mouth. He searches for something you can spit it in to. You simply keep deep eye contact and swallow the cum. It’s flavour definitely sweeter than other you tasted, well, as sweet as it can be while salty.
Kuroo’s mouth hangs open. “…you’re incredible.” With no warning, he crashes his lips against yours. 

You get up off of his bed and turn towards the door
“Wait, don’t you want anything?” He asks, getting up after you.
You give him a quick kiss and shake your head. “Nope. I wanted to do something for you.”
Kuroo lets out a soft chuckle. “Princess giving me that royal treatment huh?” You roll your eyes and smile at him. “Oh and by the way…” He pins you against the door and leans in to your ear. “One of these days, sometime soon, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.”
You knees grow weak at his words. “Oh yeah? Pick a time and I’m all yours.” You wink at him before leaving the room.

FUCK I LOVE THIS MANNNNNNN
Anyways, the next part will be him returning the favour ;) There will be 3 parts overall.
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I hope you enjoyed! I now know for one I wanna give Kuroo that gawk gawk 3000

Dis is kinda what I imagined some of the boys from Haikyuu would do in an instance where you use the safeword. 
(Kuroo, Ushijima, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Bokuto)

All time jumped! Don’t you worry :) this is all when they are consenting adults

Kuroo

• aware of your limits
  
• can usually pick up when you’re not feeling good or not as excited
• sometimes he gets carried away
• degradation is usually where he excels
• going a little too hard without realising 
• hears quiet sniffles and stops immediately
• “colour?” He asks
  
• he catches a glance at your face thats been away from his vision the whole time
• its stained with tears
• he pulls out right away without waiting for an answer
• frantically rushing to put some pants on before throwing a blanket over you and caressing your cheek
• as you cry he strokes your face gently 
• “shh its ok. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry”
  
• guilt eats away at him
• he asks permission to give you a hug
• he pulls you in tightly and kisses your forehead
• you sit on his lap in a tight embrace

Ushijima 

• baby unaware he can really easily hurt you
  
• overwhelming strength and size thats hard to take
• not sadistic in the slightest but still urges a safeword
• has you on top and thrusting up 
• it hurts more than usual 
• like r e a l l y hurts
• your eyes water in the way thats not the usual pain and pleasure watering
• you dont want to ruin his orgasm but ouchies
• your nails dig into his shoulders and you break out into a sob of messy pleading 
• “ r-red… red… red…” you voice breaks
  
• he lifts you as soon as you started crying and holds you to his body
• “are you hurt? What can I do?” he asks frantically
  
• his strong arms keep you close to him. stroking your hair softly
• he plants soft kisses on you cheeks and forehead
• doesnt let go until he feels like you have fully calmed
• checks in every few seconds and reminds you that he’s sorry

Kageyama

• has had a really shitty day
  
• decides to take it out on you in the bedroom
• gag in your mouth and hands bound
• he stands beside the bed, hitting various parts of your body too hard
• his anger obviously present in the hits
• he forgets your limit zones where he is not to hit in any circumstance, one of your only rules
• he mistakes your back arch in pain for pleasure 
• until he notices your panicked breathing and tapping of your foot 
• he snaps out of it, pulls the gag out of your mouth and unbinds your hands
• “Are you ok?” he asks
  
• “you… you hit the spot. the spot kags”
  
• he goes to touch you but you flinch 
• his face falls to horror 
• “I am so sorry baby! I…” he starts to tear up and runs to get you some water
  
• he takes it really rough and does whatever he can to look after you all night
• he makes you food and helps you bathe 

Tsukishima

• he is mean in the bedroom
  
• always degrading 
  
• obviously very good at it
• takes it too far sometimes and doesnt notice you being off
• “tsukki…”
  
• he wraps a hand around your throat and growls “shut up slut, I’m almost done. Then you’ve served your only purpose in my life”
• it breaks your heart
• you always felt like you weren’t good enough for tsukki
• choking back on tears you wheeze out “red” with your lack of oxygen
• as he lets go in shock you break down
• sobbing and frantically apologising for ruining his orgasm 
• he pulles you onto his lap and rocks you gently
• speaking gently with reminders of “I love you” “never apologise” “I didnt mean what I said”
• soft kisses all over face
• keeps you close to him all night and buys you flowers the next day

Bokuto 

• size also an issue
  
• doesn’t understand that you have your limits to how much you can take
  
• unintentionally hurts you if he goes too hard
• gets overexcited and wants to please you
• too much
• you feel tearing and pure pain rather than pleasure
• in an instant you say “red” as loud as you can
• t s u n a m i of questions
• “are you ok? did i hurt you? where does it hurt? anywhere else?” 
  
• carries you to the bathroom and runs a bath for you
• cleaning you up all nice
• helps you change and carries you back to bed where you cuddle up together 
• he holds you extra close
• whispers praises in your ear as you fall asleep

Reader:F
Character:Kōtarō Bokuto
Rating:E
Summary: It was hard to tire out Bokuto, it felt like the man had unlimited energy that just kept going and going and going. Doesn’t matter if it was 4pm or 4am, he was your big Energizer Bunny.
Warning:Teasing, Rutting, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Light Bondage, Overstimulation
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It was hard to tire out Bokuto, it felt like the man had unlimited energy that just kept going and going and going. Doesn’t matter if it was 4pm or 4am, he was your big Energizer Bunny. 

When you were tired and wanted to go to bed, your loving boyfriend always wanted to stay up a bit longer, watch another episode of television or maybe have another cup of coffee. But tonight you wanted a good night’s rest, you’d do anything to tire out you Bo.

  “Babe… Baby, what are you doing with those ties. Honey, babycakes.” He swallowed as he pushed himself further up the bed.

You tightened the tie in your hands and got up onto the bed, “Just lie back and relax, Bo.” You jumped him and pinned him down to the bed, you hooked the tie around his wrist and tied it to the bed frame. 

Bokuto’s cock twitched in his shorts at the sight of you being a little more dominant. He relaxed against the bed, “What’s gotten into you, honey?” He swallowed again. 

You pinned his other wrist down onto the bed, “I love you, Bo. So much, so, so much. But you are nothing but a ball of energy.” You let go of his wrist and sat on his waist as you unbuttoned your shirt, “I want to tire you out.”

He shivered, “Baby, you didn’t have to tie me up.” He chuckled, “You just had to ask!” He reached with his free hand and grabbed your ass through your shorts, “Always love my babygirl’s cute booty.”

You slapped his hand away and took off your shirt, you tossed it onto the floor. You ran your hands up his chest and leaned in to kiss him on the lips, “You better be tired by the end of this. I want you fast asleep by the time I untie you.” 

He chuckled, loving the position he was in, “Then baby, we’ll be going for a while.” He wiggled a little bit, full of energy. His cock twitched in his athletic shorts. 

You moved up and got your shorts off with minimal trouble, it was followed by your panties until you were left bare except for your bra. You sat on him and unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts. 

Bokuto groaned and thrusted his hips up to rub his hard on against you. He gripped the tie with his bound hand. A blush formed on his cheeks. He purred, “Get the shorts off, honeypie. I wanna feel you.” He thrusted up a little harder. 

You rubbed your hands along his clothed chest and rubbed your sex against his clothed cock. You rubbed yourself a little harder, your pussy becoming wetter with each rub. You felt his cock twitch in his shorts and you saw the stickiness of your wetness against the black fabric. 

  “Fuck, baby. C’mon stop teasing. Ride me already.” He whined. 

  “No, no, you’re going to cum from this. And then maybe I’ll ride you.” You gripped his shoulders and continued to rub your exposed pussy against him. You made a mess of his shorts as you moved against him. 

Bokuto whimpered as gripped the tie around his wrist. He bucked up against you. He swallowed harshly and moaned loudly. His eyes rolled back a little bit as you rubbed up against him. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he could hear his heart thumping in his ears. 

It didn’t take long before he was gasping, on the verge of his first orgasm. He came in his shorts with a loud moan. His back arched and his nails digging into his palms. 

You continued to rut against him, on the verge of your first orgasm. You felt the stickiness in his shorts as you moved up and down on them. Your pussy felt raw and your clit stimulated. You gripped his shoulders and came on his shorts, further dirtying them. You gasped and your eyes rolled back as you felt Bokuto get hard again, you guess he wasn’t done yet.

  “Fuck!” You moaned. 

  “That’s it, fuck baby. You feel so good, fuck please baby. Ride me! Ride me! Tire me out!” He called out as he bucked up against you. 

You pushed your hair out of your eyes and looked down at the mess you two made. You saw the lump back in Bokuto’s pants. You rubbed the wet fabric and then pulled down the shorts under his cock and then off his body. His proud cock stood at attention and throbbed with want. It was covered in the stickiness of his previous orgasm. 

You ran a finger up the thick vein that ran up his cock, “Bobo, you still want more?”

He tensed at the feeling of your fingernail against his cock, “Please, please baby. You make me feel so good.” He watched you with his golden eyes as you sat on his cock, your pussy was wet enough to easily seat yourself on his large length. 

You gripped the front of his shirt as you started to move yourself onto his cock. He filled you in the best way possible, you pushed your hair out your eyes once more as you moved up and down on his cock. You were still coming down from your orgasm, you felt warm all over in the best way possible.

  “Oh fuck, that’s it.” He purred, “You feel amazing, I love it. I love you.” He met your pace. The bed creaked, your bodies moved together. Your heavy breathing, sharp moans and loud groans filled the room. 

  “I love you too.” You replied, “I adore you.”

You gasped at the feeling of Bokuto’s cock hitting you in the right places. You panted heavily, feeling warm to your core. Your sex clenched around you, your breasts shook as you bounced on his cock. 

Bokuto held onto you with his free hand as he quickly came the second time, he was starting to feel overstimulated. But he was still full of energy and got hard as soon as he was starting to come down. The feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock turned him on greatly. 

The sight of your shaking breasts, your pussy coated in his cum your flustered expression and the true bliss you were in. 

  “Fuck baby, fucking ruin me. I can’t take anymore!” He called out, his back bent as he felt himself become smothered in pleasure again. He felt amazing, his body thrummed with lust and want. His face was flushed, strands of hair stuck to his forehead and he was sweating through his t-shirt. His thighs quivered and his body longed for the high of pleasure. 

His cock felt sensitive inside of you, but he still wanted that next orgasm. He was addicted to your cunt. 

You managed to wring out two more orgasms before you were starting to lose steam, your thrusts became unorganized. Your body felt on a whole other level, your pussy was messy and wet. Your hands shook around his shirts. You were unfocused and messy as you continued your quest to tire him out. 

But at the edge of Bokuto’s third orgasm. He was panting, his eyes rolled back a little bit. His body was tense as he spurted cum deep inside of you, making a further mess of your insides. Fully claimed by him inside and out. 

He cried out, “Baby!” before he slumped against the bed. Fully wrung out and overstimulated. His cock throbbed with tiredness and the lasting lingerings of lust. 

You panted and stopped moving your hips. You sighed deeply and went, “wow.” If you were trying to tire him out, you tired yourself out in the process. You slipped his softening cock out of your pussy and rested on his thighs as you leaned over and undid the tie. 

Once his arm was free he grabbed you and rolled over to his side. He rubbed himself up against you sleepily and yawned, “Wow indeed, babycakes.” He kissed you on the cheek, “Are you in any pain?”

  “No, I’m all good.” You yawned in response, “I think it’s time we get some sleep. You seem worn out.”

He nodded and rubbed his cheek up against your neck, “I adore you baby.” He yawned against, “I’m tired.” 

You sighed happily, mission accomplished. You felt Bokuto cuddle up against you and kissed your cheek. It wasn’t long before your boyfriend was snoring beside you.

You sighed happily and got out of his arms to clean yourself up. With wobbly legs and a quiet yawn you made your way over to your shared bathroom. That was one way to get Bokuto to tire out. 

Reader:F
Character:Keiji Akaashi & Kōtarō Bokuto
Rating:E
Summary: Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band.
Warning:Smut, Polyam, Reverse Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Pregnant Reader, Pregnancy Kink, Jazz AU
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Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band.

He straightened his tie, as walked through the club as the next song played. There weren’t many jazz clubs left in Tokyo, but the ones that remained were often filled. Old men with young waitresses and up and coming bands. 

Akaashi slinked past tables and go to the back of the club. The saxophone played high on stage mixed with the piano, drums and trumpet. No one would notice him slipping into backstage. 

Once he got far enough away from the stage, down the narrow hallway of the backrooms, thats when he heard the rough moans and high gasps of two people in the furthest room. Akaashi sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes before he with quick feet got down the hall and opened the door to the room. 

Inside was you and Bokuto, and Bokuto inside of you. You were in his lap on the couch with you blouse open, your bra pulled down, and your six month pregnant belly in fully display. And of course your maternity underwear pushed to the side to give Bokuto easy access to you. Your skirt and blouse were a crumpled mess on the floor. 

Akaashi sighed, “Ko.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “You weren’t on stage tonight.” And entered the room, slamming the door behind him. Might as well give the pregnant woman some decency. 

You got off of Bokuto’s lap with a huff and dropped down beside him. You rubbed your belly idly, “You guys have been away on tour, I missed both of you.”

  “And it couldn’t wait till we all got home?” Akaashi said as he eyed your pregnant body. He knew that Bokuto had a liking for your new figure, but Akaashi enjoyed the sight of your large breasts and the brat you carried. There was a 50% chance it was his anyway so maybe he shouldn’t call it a brat. 

You pouted, “I wasn’t able to serve drinks when I saw him roll up his sleeves, you know what his forearms do to me.” 

Akaashi took off his suit jacket, hung it up over the chair and rolled up his sleeves, “I know, I have the ultrasound in my wallet that clearly explains what his forearms do to you.” He walked up to you and rubbed your bump, “You have to be gentle, I’d hate for our baby to be premature because you two couldn’t behave.” 

You leaned forward, and pulled on Akaashi’s tie, “But you want a taste of mama don’t you?” 

Akaashi could hear the climax of the song hit, and he knew he didn’t have much time before the band came back to pack up for the night. He pulled away from you and patted you on the head the way an owner would a dog.

  “I’ll just observe tonight, seem you two already started without me.” He walked over to the vanity and turned the chair to face the couch. He grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other and opened the beer. He looked at the both of you, his gaze lingered on your bump and swollen breasts, “Get to it, the climax of the song just happened.” 

You peeled off your panties, exposing your wet cunt. You gave Akaashi a smart look before you rolled back over onto Bokuto’s lap. 

The dark haired man took a sip then said, “I want her facing, I wanna see that that beautiful face of hers.” He smirked as he heard you huff. 

  “Pregnant lady here.” You retorted as you sat in Bokuto’s lap. You faced Akaashi with your knees on the couch on either side of Bokuto and you took off your bra. Exposing your beautiful pregnant body to Akaashi. You seated yourself on Bokuto’s tacky cock. 

Bokuto’s strong hands splayed across your bump, stretch marks ran up your belly, it was only a matter of time before you popped. The silver haired man started to thrust up into you.

You placed your hands on your knees and started to move up and down on Bokuto’s cock. Soon your hands found your bump. You rubbed it as you moved up and down, picking up where you left off. 

Akaashi sipped his beer, it was the cheap stuff from the corner store. His cock strained in his pants, his naked partner riding his other partner. Quite the sight.

You deeply exhaled and grumbled, “Kōtarō, you woke up the baby.” You ran your hands along the curve of your belly as you continued to ride him. The music on stage was distant, but still heard through the thin walls of the change room. 

Bokuto smoothed his hands across your belly, feeling his child inside of you. No one really knows the father, you both fucked these two men often and with many rounds. Either the kid was gonna be a silver haired hyper active little thing or dark hair with knowing eyes and the ability to talk out of any situation. 

Akaashi continued to drink his cheap beer as you and Bokuto moved against one another. Your belly shook with each thrusts and your breasts were shiny with a thin layer of sweat. You two must’ve been at it for a while. 

  “My perverted partners.” Akaashi sighed, “Couldn’t wait till we got home. I bet you seduced him didn’t you, baby?” He asked you, “He saw that tight skirt and the heavy belly and knew he had to have you. It’s not fair to to tease Ko like that.” 

  “Hey, c’mon!” Bokuto chirped, “I wanted to feel my baby mama. She’s all plush and sexy.” He groaned as he hands found purchase on your hips and he started to move his hips faster.

Akaashi finished the rest of the beer and crushed the can in his hand. He listened carefully over the huffs, moans and groans of you and Bokuto to hear that the band was doing an encore. He smirked to himself, “Well, seems like they’re popular tonight.” He got up and rolled up his sleeves further. 

  “Keiji.” You groaned, you cupped your belly from the bottom. You looked beautiful under the yellow light of the backroom. You moans and deep breaths, the shudder through your body as waves of pleasure lapped over you. 

  “Beautiful.” Akaashi growled.

He got down on his knees, to your stuffed cock and held your thighs open. He went straight to your clit. He started to lick at your aching sex. After all you were his baby mama too. And since you three still had time before the rest of the band came back, he could wring you of every orgasm you had. 

Your pregnant body could handle the pleasure. After all pleasure is good fro keeping a mama happy. And Akaashi was in the business of keeping you happy. 

  “She’s beautiful.”

  “She’s ours.”

The first orgasm hit, then the second, the the third. Your eyes rolled back as the third orgasm hit. Both Akaashi and Bokuto’s hands were on your belly, feeling you as Bokuto fucked into you and Akaashi pleasured your cunt. 

You felt full in every sense of the word. Both men at your sexual disposal in this moment, making your orgasms seem like an easy thing to make you have. You could curse them if you could have a coherent thought that wasn’t centred around the feeling in your body. 

  “That’s our girl.” Bokuto chirped, “Fuck you’re so tight around me. How are you gonna push my baby out? Guess we gotta loosen you up a bit.” 

Akaashi nipped your over stimulated clit then said, “We have time.” 

  “Fuck, I’m close.’ Bokuto groaned. The band was coming to a close and as the silver haired man continued to fuck you wildly, you were just as much as their disposal as they were yours. 

Bokuto gripped your bump as he gave you a few more heavy thrusts. Then he spurted cum into your aching pussy. He threw his head back and groaned, his eyes rolled back a little. 

Once he started to come down from his high, he flopped his arms against the couch as his now useless cock stayed inside of you. Akaashi gave you one final orgasm and as the last song hit its second climax you finished on Bokuto’s cock. Soaking him and the couch with your wetness. 

When Akaashi was done, he sat on the hardwood floor of the room and looked up at your swollen belly and puffy, abused cunt. He reached out and touched taunt skin. You were an insatiable woman. 

You whimpered and carefully got off of Bokuto’s cock. You sat on the leather couch, your wet pussy against the warm leather as you sat there with your hands on your bump. 

The audience clapped and Akaashi got up, “Alright.” He said, “Let’s get you two cleaned up and air out the room before the rest of them make comments. And no more fucking in the room, it’s a shared room.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, sir. Now help me up, I can’t get off the couch… Baby bump.”

Akaashi smiled and rubbed your bump, “Of course, and don’t think I’m not finished with the both of you.”

Bokuto gave him a cheeky girl, “Yes, sir.” 

Reader:Gender Neutral
Character:Kōtarõ Bokuto
Rating:M
Summary: “hello! could u pls do a yakuza!bokuto au where he’s literally crazy and incredibly feared but he loves and dotes on the reader like crazy?” - Anon
Warning:Yakuza AU, Reference to Abuse, Fluff, Minor Angst, Age Gap (Bokuto is 30, Reader is 22)
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Anything you want, Bokuto bought for you. Being one of the most feared men in the country, he was basically untouchable. He was great with a weapon, especially his sword that had been passed down through the generations. His arms and back were lined with tattoos showing off the bird imagery. He was the great horned owl, the most fearsome of its kind. 

His hands were caked in blood, along with lining the pockets of local politicians. He ran clubs, brothels, casinos, everything was touched by his power. Those gold eyes spelled trouble and unless you were part of the family, being in the court of the owl was never a good thing. 

But there was one weak spot in the great owl. The heel that could strike him down if anyone found out about it. They never attended any meetings, rarely seen at parties, but was the closest thing that Bokuto, the owl, had to love. He called her his little bunny, the docile little prey of the owl. But instead of eating you alive, he cherished you lovingly. 

You were his little bunny, and he adored you. You were a simple college student, you used to work at a local cafe where you met Bokuto. Where most people were scared to even look at him, you talked to him every day with a bright smile and a tiny bit of flirting. Bokuto was enthralled by your boldness, but in reality you didn’t realize who he was until your first date when you started asking about the tattoos. 

When he told you his profession, you blinked at him and went “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” And that made Bokuto’s heart both sink and melt. There was a trace of fear in your eyes that settled when he told you that he’d never, ever hurt you. That’s when you said, “A lot of people have hurt me.” 

Which made Bokuto hurt for you, especially when you got into more detail about your life with your mother. How cruel she was, the words she’d say to hurt you, the reminder of how useless, selfish and evil you were, even when you did nothing wrong. When you recalled a time where she yelled at you for not cleaning out the coffee pot to her liking, Bokuto knew he had to get you out of there. 

  “I’ll give you any money you want.” He said, “any amount and it’s yours!” He told you this on your second date after you barely touched your food because your mother mentioned how much weight you had gained. 

  “I can’t accept your money Kōtarō.” You shook your head, “It wouldn’t be fair, not this early in the relationship. You earned that money, I can’t very well take one big lump sum. She would get suspicious anyway.” 

  “Then I’ll give you an allowance! Every week you save the money I give you and then you can move out, or move in with me! You can, ummmmm, do household chores and you’ll never have to work again!”

You chuckled and poked at the pasta you were supposed to eat, “How about we see how this relationship goes, and then maybe I’ll take you up on your offer.” 

He perked up, “Sounds like a plan. For now, eat up, or I’m giving you some of my lamb.” He pointed his fork at you. He was usually so threatening but you saw a side of him that couldn’t be denied, he was soft for you. The fearsome owl had a soft spot for you. 

Almost two years of dating, you were just about to finish university and looking for next steps. And Bokuto was there regardless, during that time however, you moved in with him and carried an allowance. But still had ambitions to go to graduate school and pursue higher education. Life got better after you got out of your mother’s home, there was no more hurling hurtful words at you, you were praised so much that sometimes it frightened you. Bokuto was your number one fan, even when you got a sixty on that biology paper. 

You took up most of the household chores in the mansion, when you weren’t in class you and a few of the men that Bokuto worked with cleaned up the mansion, you found it relaxing almost to scrub dishes, especially when you played the classic jazz records that Bokuto had. 

What you weren’t expecting was for him to come home so early. You hadn’t even started dinner yet and suddenly you found a pair of strong arms around you. You almost dropped the expensive plate when you jolted. 

You thought it was an intruder but in reality it was the soft embrace of your boyfriend. He rested his head on your shoulder and asked, “What’s for dinner tonight?”

You put the plate down and tuned in his arms. You cupped the side of his face that carried a large facial scar.You rubbed the faded red mark on his face as you said, “Bobo.” Your fond nickname for him, “Don’t scare me like that, you’re too quiet sometimes.”

He chuckled and leaned in for a kiss, “I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.” Then leaned in for another kiss, then another. Until you pulled away and laughed. 

  “My silly, Bo.” No one was ever allowed to call him ‘Bo’, but you had special priviledges far beyond anyone else. You were his weak spot and got away with most things, like calling him cute names and under spending your allowance (You had all the money in the world, why are you still buying hundred yen ramen?).

  “This is a good record.” He chuckled as he pulled away and took your hands in his, “Indigo Jam Unit.” He smiled, he knew the names to all these records. 

Bokuto loved you and he was glad that he was able to get you out of that hateful household. You seemed happily and healthier now that you were free of her, more smiles and cheers crossed your face. You were his beloved, of course he wanted you to be okay and happy. 

As he gave you another kiss, you moved together in almost sync. Your socked feet matched well with his dress shoe ones. You laughed when you danced together, a smile on your face that made Bokuto’s heart bloom.

You were safe here, in the arms of the feared owl. 

  “I love you.” He smiled as he swayed with you in the kitchen. His hands in your as your bodies moved together. 

  “I love you too, my great owl.” You replied with a peck on the lips.

Bokuto giggled and pressed his forehead against yours, “My sweet little bunny.” 

warnings: smut ofc

characters: yu nishinoya, ryu tanaka, tetsoru kuroo, koutarou bokuto

request: Hc of asking your man to make a sex tape with you? With Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kuroo, and Bokuto please!

a/n: i really like bokuto’s, his was fun to write lol

nishinoya

- with nishinoya traveling all the time because of volleyball, it gets extremely hard not to miss him a lot when he’s gone

- especially when you’re craving his touch 

- most times you’re able to satisfy yourself decently well, but sometimes it’s just not enough

- and porn does absolutely nothing to help you because watching other people fuck just isn’t the same as watching as nishinoya fucks you

- so you get an idea that sparks both yours and nishinoya’s attention

-he’s very excited

“babe, can i ask you something?” you say while you massage noya’s scalp, his head resting in your lap comfortably as you two lay on the couch.

“hm?” he hums, teetering on the verge of sleep at the gentle feeling of your touch.

“what if we made a sex tape?” you question and noya’s head shoots up to look at you, eyes wide with interest.

“is this a joke? like some sort of prank? please tell me it’s not a prank.” he begs and you laugh at his response.

“no, it’s not a prank. i was just thinking about it and sometimes, when you’re away, i get really needy and it’s hard to get the kind of pleasure i’m looking for without you here. so maybe if we make a little sex tape, i can have something to watch and help when you’re away.” you explain. nishinoya stares at you blankly, his brain slowly processing each word you just said. the thought of you getting all needy when he’s not here and touching yourself while watching a video of him fucking you was more than enough to make him and his mini noya veryexcited. 

“is that even a question? i’m so down, can we do it right now?” he asks eagerly causing you to laugh at him again. 

“i mean, i don’t see why not.” you shrug.

nishinoya props himself up so that he’s hovering above you and he kisses you deeply. your lips always work together so perfectly, synchronizing in a nice steady rhythm. his hands are traveling all over your body in an attempt to get you as aroused as he already is, and it works without a doubt. noya continues kissing you and lightly grazing your sides with his fingers or rubbing small circles on your inner thighs until he earns a moan from you that makes him grin. 

“i know how i want to start the sex tape.” he says confidently.

“how?” 

“grab your phone and start recording.” is his only response. you grab your phone from beside you on the couch and open the camera app, pressing record and waiting for noya’s next move. he slides down your body and effortlessly discards your shorts, tossing them off to the side somewhere. he looks down in between your legs then up at you, you watching him through the screen of your phone. he gives the camera a small smirk before pressing a kiss on the lower part of your tummy, trailing more soft kisses all over your thighs, hips, and waist. he then lightly moves his lips over your core which was only being covered by the thin lace of your underwear. you begin to grow a bit impatient at nishinoya’s teasing, writhing under his gentle yet alluring kisses.

“noya, please.” you whine softly and he looks up at you for a quick second before pulling your panties down and tossing them somewhere unknown. he wastes no time pressing his mouth against your warm folds, licking circles around your clit repetitively. you to let out an airy gasp of his name and he continues to work his mouth around your clit for awhile, progressively sucking and licking more and more aggressively, just so he could selfishly earn more moans from you that make his dick painstakingly hard. and as if his tongue relentlessly moving around your clit wasn’t enough, he sticks two fingers inside of you and curls them upward to hit your spot. 

“holy shit noya.” you moan, reaching your free hand down to grip onto his hair lightly while trying to maintain a steady grip on your phone with the other. he looks up at you and you nearly cum at the sight. his eyes are blown with lust and his face is flushed a pretty shade of pink. you just know this part of the video is going to constantly be on replay when it’s finished. you absentmindedly start jutting your hips against noya’s tongue, a thing you do when you’re about to unravel.

you giving him the clear sign that you’re about to cum is noya’s cue to stop, so he removes his fingers from your soaking hole and wipes his mouth clean as he sits up between your legs. you whimper a little at the cum denial, but you know exactly why he did it.

“wanna see you cum with me inside you.” he mumbles, confirming your guess. 

“me too.” you respond and he smiles down at you softly which makes your heart jump. he pulls his pants down along with his boxers revealing his member. his tip is dripping with precum and you feel your pussy clench as you look at it. nishinoya takes his shirt off before saying, “yours too” and you remove yours aswell. he looks at your now fully nude body and sighs,

“how’d i get so fucking lucky?” he coos and for the second time, your hearts jumps and you can’t help but smile at his words. he presses himself at your entrance, teasing it slowly and you adjust the camera angle so that you can get more of noya’s face and body in it because that’ll come in handy later. he slides into you at a teasingly slow pace, drawing out the loud moan that’s leaving your lips. once he’s all the way in, he looks at the camera and winks before pulling out and thrusting back into you, hitting your spot perfectly. you planned on rolling your eyes at his cockiness, but your eyes end up squeezing shut at the sudden excess of pleasure.

“that feel good?” noya asks, already knowing the answer but still wanting to fuel his ego. you can’t even answer in actual words as he continues to thrust into you deeply, so you just nod and moan in response. he grins in satisfaction and thrusts into you a bit harder, not letting up on wanting to milk you of every moan you could possibly utter. he wants this video to be really nice for you since he feels guilty about being away for so long sometimes. he wants to make you feel so good so that every time you look back at this, you remember how amazing he can make you feel. he reaches down to play with your nipples a bit, making you squirm in pleasure. you use your free hand to start playing with your throbbing clit, not being able to hold back the lewd noises building in your throat. you’re a moaning mess beneath him, shaking and struggling to keep the camera steady as you get closer to your orgasm.

“here, let me take it.” noya says, grabbing the phone from you as he notices you struggling. he focuses it down on you, watching himself go in and out of you on the screen and he lets out a groan.

“noya, i’m so close.” you whimper, your chest heaving heavily as you start rubbing your clit more aggressively.

“good girl, cum for me.” nishinoya coos, making his thrusts sharper and deeper against your g-spot.

a few more thrusts and you’re arching your back off the couch and practically screaming nishinoya’s name. he smirks as you tremble beneath him, the sight completely destroying him aswell. he pulls out of you and cums all over your stomach, grunting and panting while he reaches his peak.

he wipes his mess up with his fingers then places them at your mouth, you sucking all of his faintly salty remnants off obediently and his cock twitches. after getting that all on camera, noya stops the recording and collapses next to you.

“that felt so good.” you sigh before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“it really did.” he replies, returning a kiss on your forehead. “now you can watch it whenever you want. and you better send me that video, i need it too.” he continues, handing you back your phone. you laugh at his statement and give him a quick peck before sending him the video.

you guys definitely watch it that night and go for another round.

tanaka

- he would be the one to bring it up actually

- tanaka just enjoys taking lewd photos of you in general

- he’ll come up behind you as you look at yourself in the mirror after getting ready and take a handful of your boob before snapping a pic

- or he’ll have you sit on his lap, facing towards him so he can take a mirror pic of him grabbing your ass like that

- he doesn’t post them or anything, but just likes looking at them every once in awhile

- he did print out the ass grabbing one and put it on the dash board of his carthough

- it makes him feel a sense of security that he’s the only one you’ll pose in pictures like that for 

- and he’s always had the desire to film you guys while having sex, to have a permanent memory of the encounter

- which is no surprise to you

tanaka is balls deep in your mouth, fucking your face at a slow yet rough tempo while muttering all sorts of nonsense as he does so. he’s leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter and you’re resting on your knees in front him, pleasing him the way he loves the most. your eyes are shut tightly as you try your best not to choke on tanaka’s length, them beginning to brim with tears a bit at the feeling of him continuously thrusting into the back of your throat. you open your eyes so that the tears would fall and you could wipe them away. but when you open them, you’re met with tanaka’s phone camera facing down at you and him looking at you with a shy smile.

“is this ok?” he asks, motioning to his phone.

“mhmm.” you hum, your mouth too full to talk.

you think it’s kind of hot being recorded actually. knowing that tanaka will go back and watch this vid countless times the same way you always catch him looking at the nsfw pictures that you two take every so often. it also gives you the motivation to be a little extra with your sucking. you wanna make tanaka weak with moans so whenever he goes back to watch the video, he’s reminded of just how crazy he is for your lips around his dick.

you hollow your cheeks a bit more, moving your wet mouth down his shaft at a teasing pace, maintaining eye contact with him in the process. he throws his head back and lets out a deep groan as your nose touches his abdomen, you completely taking tanaka’s length down your throat. 

“holy fuck y/n.” tanaka pants and you smirk, now circling the tip of his dick with your tongue. you suck the tip gently, remembering to slide your tongue over the slit occasionally which causes tanaka to grip your hair roughly as he moans your name. he watches you through his phone screen, basking in the fact that he knows this will be his favorite video on the planet.  

“i’m not gonna last very long if you keep this up.” he sighs breathlessly, looking down at you through hooded eyes. it’s taking every bit of his strength not to just release in your mouth right then, because you look so destroyed on his cock. there’s saliva and precum on your swollen lips and rolling down your chin in thin clear strands, your face is stained with the tears that spilled from your eyes whenever you took tanaka’s full length down your throat, and your hair is a little messy from tanaka instinctively gripping it whenever he feels his tip hit the back of your throat. it’s definitely a sight to see, a sight that has tanaka teetering on his edge. you’re about to try deepthroating him again, but he pulls you off by your hair and gestures for you to stand up.

“bend over the counter.” he grunts.

you get up and rest your stomach on the edge of the cold counter, bending over for him. he lifts one of your legs, placing it on the counter while you maintain balance with the other still planted on the floor. now your cunt is fully exposed to him and both of you shiver, you at the feeling and him at the view. tanaka makes sure he has a decent camera angle before thrusting into you. no teasing, no gimmicks, just straight to it. your body lurches forward a bit, tanaka is not taking it easy on you today and you don’t mind at all. his eyes are glued to your ass on his phone screen, watching it bounce every time he thrusts into you.

“fuck.” he moans, the grip that his free hand has on your hip growing a bit tighter. you’re whimpering with each thrust, each and every one of them hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. if anyone were to speak to you right now, anything you tried to say would sound like a bunch of babbling. that’s the power tanaka’s cock has over you, and he absolutely loves it.

“you ok down there baby?” he asks but you can hear the smirk he’s carrying in his tone. you say nothing, just continue to let your sweet, loud moans bounce off the walls of the kitchen. tanaka pulls you up so that your leg is still lifted on the counter, but your back is pressed flush against his body. he switches to the selfie camera and sets the phone down, resting it against a vase on the countertop so that both of you are in view.

“i want you to cum like this, ok?” he says and you nod eagerly in return. he begins thrusting into you again, placing tender kisses on the sides of your neck while his hands roam all over your body. you watch him on the phone screen, he looks just as fucked out as you do which makes you pulse around him. you move your hand down to your clit, knowing that neither of you would last much longer. tanaka slows the speed of his thrusts, but increases the precision as he aims directly for your special spot. 

“oh my god ryu, i’m gonna- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder and he looses it, just as well as you do.

he pulls out of you and cums all over your backside, some dripping onto the floor as you use the counter to stable yourself from your weakening legs. he kisses your shoulder before reaching down to grab his phone and stop the recording. then he grabs your hips and turns you towards him and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“that was insanely hot.” he says as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“you’re telling me.” you sigh, still shaking slightly from your orgasm. he cleans up the mess he made on the floor with a paper towel, then makes his way back over to you and picks you up bridal style. 

“well let’s go shower and maybe we can record another one while we’re in there.” tanaka smirks and you shake your head as you laugh.

i guess that’s what happens when you have a boyfriend with high stamina.

kuroo

- like tanaka, kuroo would initiate it

- kuroo loves to take pictures and videos of you to show you off

- like he’s definitely one of those boyfriend’s whose instagram has more pictures of their partner than themselves

- he just thinks you’re so cute and wants the whole world to know you’re his

- but he doesn’t want them to know what you guys do behind closed doors

- so those pics and videos stay private, for his and your eyes only

- but he definitely loves taking them while you guys are in the heat of the moment

-is 100% the type to fuck you while watching your own sex tape

“kuroo, i’m kinda in the mood to ride you.” you say bluntly to your boyfriend who is sitting across from you on the couch. he pulls his phone away from his line of vision so he could look at you, searching for any signs of a joke in your expression. but you’re dead serious.

“i mean, what am i supposed to say to that? no?” he smirks that infamous smirk of his and you have to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

“just wanted to give you a heads up is all.” you say, climbing your way over to him and straddling his lap. he lays his phone on his chest and his hands instinctively find their way to your thighs, rubbing the smooth skin gently. 

“hm, go for it. i’m all yours.” he grins then lifts his arms above his head as if permitting you access to his body. you smile down at him amusedly, desire eating away at you as you process his appearance. he’s shirtless, so his muscular build is on full display for you to inherently drool over. he’s wearing a pair of shorts made of the same material sweatpants are made out of, the fabric loosely resting on his hips dangerously low now that you’re sitting there and unintentionally pulling them down a bit. he catches your wandering eyes and chuckles at you.

“you know you can look and touch, right kitten?” he teases and you allow yourself to roll your eyes at him this time.

“sheesh, can i not just admire my hot boyfriend?” you huff jokingly before rubbing your hands up his chest and down his torso tenderly. you don’t fail to miss the slight blush raising over the bridge of kuroo’s nose which makes you smile.

“only if you let me admire you back.” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt as a signal for you to take it off. you do, bringing the piece of clothing over your head slowly, quite literally feeling kuroo’s gaze burning through you the entire time. once your top half is just as naked as kuroo’s, he starts massaging your boobs lightly and you let out a sigh at his touch. he moves his hands down your sides and over your thighs, letting them rest there again while rubbing his thumbs over your now tingling skin. 

“can’t wait to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.” he groans as he scans over your entire body with eager eyes and a flush of heat runs through your body. 

“yeah?” you question, beginning to roll your hips over his clothed shaft. his breath hitches and he picks up his phone that’s still laying on his chest.

“mhm, i’m gonna record it. so put on a show for me.” he grins and you feel a surge of arousal flow through you. you pull off the only piece of clothing you have left which is a simple pair of underwear, and pull down kuroo’s bottoms just enough so that you can get what you need. you grind your damp cunt against kuroo’s now hardening member in an attempt to get him fully erect. it works with ease, him getting hard for you in just a matter of seconds as he watches you desperately rock your hips against him. 

you reach down beneath your body, grabbing his length and giving it a couple strokes before placing his tip at your center sinking down on him and feeling every inch stretch and fill you up perfectly. you let out a shaky breath and kuroo holds back a moan by biting his lip harshly. you begin to set a steady pace for yourself, lifting your hips up and letting them fall back down slowly enough for you to get used to kuroo’s above average size. you sturdy yourself by placing your hands on his chest, now picking up the pace of your movements. 

“you’re so hot.” kuroo groans as he reaches down to grab your ass before giving it a harsh spank. you wince at the pain, but also moan at the pleasure from him massaging the cheek afterwards. you lift yourself a bit higher off of his length and sink back down quickly, causing you and kuroo to moan in unison. you continue this, lifting your body all the way up to his tip and then crashing back down to take all of him inside of you, making you both just a jumble of moans and pants. 

“fuck, turn around. i wanna see that ass.” kuroo smirks and you follow his order. your now facing away from him, reverse cowgirl style, while he teases your hole with his tip. he has a firm grasp on his dick as he rubs it against your glistening folds, admiring the view in front of him.

“you ready?” he asks.

“mhm.” you hum. you move your hips around, eagerly waiting to feel him fill you up again. he chuckles at you before pushing himself into you, thrusting a couple times before letting you take the lead again. you start bouncing your hips up and down his shaft and kuroo nearly passes out. watching you ride him with your ass on full display for him is testing his strength, but he pushes through. he grabs onto your ass tightly and guides your hips to move at a bit of a slower pace.

“jesus, fuck.” kuroo moans, his grip on his phone faltering a bit as he begins to feel overwhelmed with pleasure. he tightens his grasp on the phone and starts fucking into you, matching the movements of your hips. 

“yes kuroo, just like that.” you sigh, throwing your head back at the sensation. 

“touch yourself, i want you to cum first.” kuroo breathes and you do as told. you rub your clit as you continue to grind on kuroo’s cock, meeting his thrusts halfway. 

“mm, kuroo-” is all you manage to get out before you’re trembling and moaning, your core pulsating as you orgasm.

“fuck.” kuroo pants as he pulls out of you, giving himself a few tugs before spurting warm cum all over your ass. you two sit like that for a few seconds, letting yourselves regain stability. once you feel as though you can move again, you turn around and lay on kuroo’s chest. he’s still recording so he flips the camera to face you guys, lifts your chin, and presses your lips together lovingly.

“probably the hottest one we’ve recorded yet.” kuroo says after ending recording.

“yeah?” you laugh at his enthusiastic expression.

“mhmm, because you’re the star of it.” he smiles. 

bokuto

- he comes home from practice and finds you waiting on the bed naked with your already recording camera set up on the side table

- babie is FLUSTERED

- like he just stands in the doorway, mouth gaped open, as if he’s too scared to walk in

- he’s seen you naked numerous times but you still take his breath away every time

- he’s so adorable 

- finally snaps out of his trance and joins you on the bed

bokuto removes his shoes and climbs into bed with you. the contrast between him being fully clothed and you being completely naked makes both of you blush a bit.

“what’s all this about?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow, scanning your entire body which makes you tense under his stare.

“umm well, i was thinking about it and i thought it’d be really hot if we made a sex tape.” you explain.

“you wanna make a sex tape?” he questions.

“i mean yeah. it’ll be nice to have something to look back-”

“say less.” he cuts you off and practically tears off his shirt. you giggle at his excitement, already knowing that he was probably going to react this way. within the next few seconds, you aren’t the only naked one anymore and your eyes trail down bokuto’s body. just like how you never fail to amaze him, he never fails to amaze you. the way his toned muscles flex whenever he moves makes all your heat rush to your core. 

“the view’s nice huh?” he teases and flexes his biceps a bit.

“shut up.” you laugh, “but yes, it is.”

bokuto grins at your compliment, then cups your face in his hands and captures your lips with his passionately. your lips mesh together effortlessly, as if you guys were made to kiss each other. bokuto deepens the kiss by swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, alerting you that he’s about to insert it into your mouth. he does just that and you let out a breathy moan that shoots right down to his dick. he hardens at your noises, kissing you deeper just to earn more. you could honestly kiss bokuto for hours. the way he always makes you feel like you’re the most fragile and precious thing he’s ever touched when he kisses you makes you feel overwhelmingly loved. though today’s makeout session is unfortunately cut short when bokuto pulls away and flips you over onto your stomach as if you weigh nothing. you let out a gasp, a little startled by the sudden force.

“sorry babe, i just really need to be inside you right now.” he admits and you laugh a little. you prop yourself up onto your elbows and knees, preparing for bokuto to insert himself into you.

“mm, look at that. all pretty and perched up for me.” he groans, rubbing your exposed cunt with two fingers. you tense at his light yet arousing touch, desperately wanting him to do more. as if he read your mind, he inserts those fingers inside of you at an antagonizing pace. you move your hips back in an attempt to speed up the friction but instead he pulls his fingers out and rests his hand on your ass.

“be” he spanks one cheek, “patient.” he finishes as he spanks the other. you whine at the stinging yet pleasurable pain and bokuto smiles sadistically while entering his fingers back inside you at a much faster rate. you moan as you watch yourself on your phone screen. you intentionally set it up using the selfie camera so that you could watch as bokuto fucked you senseless on the screen, and boy are you glad you did that. the smug look on his face while he fingerfucks you and thrusts into his own hand makes you clench around his fingers, craving something a bit bigger than the two digits.

“please just fuck me kou, i need it.” you moan. bokuto tries to pretend he’s not flustered by your words but is clearly taken aback. he could be the dominant one all he wants, but it’ll never change the fact that he goes completely weak when you beg for him.

“yeah? you want me to fuck you?” he grins, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the tip of his painfully hard member.

“mhmm, please kou.” you hum, knowing that begging gets you anything you want with him. this instance just further proves that statement because he begins pushing into you at the same antagonizing speed he moved his fingers at. but you can’t complain since it helps a lot with getting used to his size, because he most definitely does not have the smallest tool in the shed. he continues slowly pushing his way in until his lower abdomen is pressed against your ass, his cock buried deep within your tight hole.

“fuck, you feel so good.” he moans. you glance at your phone to see what he looks like and his head is thrown back, eyes shut tightly and mouth open slightly. your body tingles at the sight, pleasure is written all over his expression and you love it. he pulls out of you and thrusts back into you with brute force. his favorite thing to do ever since he learned that it makes you scream. he pulls out of you exceptionally slowly, waits a short second, and then slam back into you relentlessly. your toes curl at his his little trick and you bury your face into a pillow in an attempt to muffle your loud moans of his name and plenty other profanities. he does this a few more times, smirking at the way you’re completely falling apart beneath him, then takes a break and fucks you at a more steady pace. though he’s no longer pounding into your sweet spot, his tip is still brushing against it and your head goes fuzzy with pleasure.

“you fuck me so good kotaro.” you moan into the pillow, gripping the sheets around you tightly.

“only the best for my pretty girl.” he smiles “here, turn over. wanna see your face.”

you flip over onto your back, now looking up at bokuto who’s smiling down at you lovingly.

“beautiful, so beautiful.” he coos, rubbing his thumb over your cheek softly. your heart drops into your stomach. you know you probably look a hot mess right now. makeup ruined from you shoving your face into a pillow, face flushed from the immense pleasure, and hair a bit messy from it all. but he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in existence and your heart almost can’t take it.

“can’t wait to make you cum.” he finishes and without any warning, he grinds his hips into you smoothly yet assertively. he has a tight grip on your hips as he rocks into them and you are just about losing it beneath him. you’re gripping onto his biceps, surely leaving bruises that’ll form by tomorrow. but he doesn’t mind whatsoever. he loves seeing you all fucked out as he pounds into you, sputtering all sorts of moans and lewd words here and there with each thrust. he can tell you won’t be able to hold on for much longer, so he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs small and quick circles on it. he matches the tempo of his thrusts and watches you turn into a blabbering mess at his touch.

“fuck kou, jesus christ. i can’t-you’re gonna make me-oh my god-i’m gonna-“

you’re grip on his arms gets a bit tighter as you succumb to your forceful orgasm. your eyes roll back, your back arches off the bed, and you swear your vision goes dark for a few seconds. bokuto can almost never get a full thrust in after seeing you cum and this is no exception to that. as soon as he sees you come undone, he pulls out of you and releases all over your stomach with a rich moan of your name.

“i came so hard i went blind there for a second.” you admit and bokuto busts out laughing.

“shit sorry. not really though.” he shrugs, collapsing next to you.

“hush. i’m just glad we got that all on camera. i’ll definitely be watching that soon. speaking of, can you hand me my phone?”

bokuto reaches over to grab your phone of the nightstand and you stop recording.

“twenty minutes of gold content.” you say as you look at the length of the video.

“wanna make it twenty more?”

“say less.” you reply smugly.

thigh riding hq captains

warnings: pure smut lol, very slight degradation with daichi

characters: daichi sawamura, tetsurō kuroo, toru oikawa, kōtarō bokuto

request: hi omg i just started using tumblr again and i love your writing and can i request s/o riding captains thighs because that wud be spicy

a/n: god bless you for requesting this, it might be my favorite smut i’ve written so far tbh

daichi

- typically it isn’t very difficult to get daichi’s attention

-you’re literally his everything so his attention is on you always

- but sometimes he’s just extra busy and fails to give you your daily dose of daichi affection

- most times you just leave him be and wait until he isn’t busy anymore

- but sometimes you’re just so needy and you can’t help it

- and he secretly not so secretly loves it

“daichiii..” you whine at your boyfriend who just chuckles at you in amusement.

“what princess?” he asks, taking a moment to look away from the laptop screen he was focused on to glance at you. he is currently watching game clips from the volleyball team his is supposed to play in the upcoming week. he wants to study their plays so he could have a better understanding of what his team would be up against and how they should set up their offense and defense, but you are making it unnecessarily difficult.

“i want attention.” you huff, sitting up in your spot on the bed next to daichi so you could face him better.

“i’m giving you attention right now.” he laughs. he finds it extremely entertaining when you get like this, all whiny and extra just because he stopped giving you attention for a few minutes.

“but i want more.” you pout and he rolls his eyes at you.

“so needy, hm princess?”

you blush at the nickname. he calls you it twenty four seven, anywhere and everywhere you go but somehow it still never fails to make you feel giddy.

“just give me a few minutes ok? then you can have all the attention you want.” daichi says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

now it’s your turn to roll your eyes because with daichi, a few minutes is never only a few minutes. especially when it comes to volleyball stuff, and you’re feeling quite impatient. so you decide to take matters into your on hands.

you get up from where you are currently seated and move closer to daichi, sitting so that both of your legs are on either side of his left thigh. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if he’s asking what you’re doing, and you just smile at him in response. you slowly start moving your hips, grinding them into the toned muscle of daichi’s thigh and he smirks.

“you’re something else, you know that?” he shakes his head before averting his attention back to his laptop. you continue with your antics, rolling your hips over and over against his thigh, but it’s not giving you the satisfaction that you’re craving. so you lift off of his leg ever so slightly, just enough so that you could pull off the shorts that were seemingly blocking you from receiving the friction that you desperately crave. now you’re just left in a pair of lacey panties and a shirt, tossing your shorts to the side and continuing your little mission. daichi keeps looking at you every so often, watching you use his leg for your own pleasure. if he thought he couldn’t concentrate before, he surely didn’t accommodate for this possibility. you watch his eyes linger on you, scanning your body and then focusing on your face which begins to heat up at his intense gaze.

“desperate little slut.” daichi groans as he watches you eagerly and you moan at his words.

“does it feel good?” he questions.

“hm, so good.” you hum as you continue jutting your hips in slow and smooth circles. you can feel yourself starting to get wet, the liquid pooling in your panties making the friction feel even better. daichi shuts his laptop and tosses it to the side, completely unable to focus on what he was doing anymore. he reaches under your shirt and starts lightly rubbing your sides, something he knows you like very much. you sigh at his touch, still moving your hips with a passion in an attempt to get yourself off. daichi eventually stops caressing your sides and begins lifting up your shirt with you helping him get it off. you aren’t wearing a bra so now your chest is on full display for your boyfriend and he looks like a starved man who’s just been presented a full course meal.

“so perfect.” he mumbles before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his fingers fondling the other. he works his mouth perfectly, alternating between twirling circles around your nipple with his tongue and sucking and nipping lightly on the bud. you can’t help but let out a string of moans as a wave of pleasure crashes through your body.

“your mouth feels so good.” you compliment daichi and he smiles with a light chuckle.

you slowly start to feel your core get tight and it feels like every part of your body has become ten times more sensitive. your hip movements against daichi’s thigh get a bit more sporadic and he notices, so to help you reach your climax he moves his mouth from your nipples to your neck. your weak spot. as soon as he attaches his mouth to what he had learned is your sweet spot awhile ago, you feel yourself begin to come undone.

“oh god, i’m gonna cum.”

“yeah? be a good girl and cum for me.” daichi’s voice comes out raspy with lust and you can’t take it anymore.

you shiver as your orgasm consumes you. your body shakes slightly as you ride out your high, panting and moaning daichi’s name as you come down. he watches you attentively, his dick now throbbing in his shorts.

“satisfied princess?” he asks as he takes in your exhausted appearance.

“very.” you coo, feeling blissful from your intense climax.

“good, now it’s your turn to satisfy me.” daichi asserts, gesturing to the tent in his pants and you excitedly prepare to get him off too.

kuroo

- you and kuroo are alike in many ways

- you share a lot of the same interests, morals, and ideals

- but one thing you do NOT share

- is his like for strange low budget sci-fi movies

- you try your best to be interested in the movies because you love kuroo and enjoy spending quality time with him

- but you cannot, for the life of you, get past the cringey special effects and god awful acting

- so most times you just pass out and sleep for an hour or two or just leave the room completely

- and sometimes, you do something that interests you a bit more…

you yawn of boredom at the antagonizingly slow plot of the movie kuroo had put on. but you glance over at him and he’s purely invested in the storyline, eyes stuck to the tv screen as he mindlessly shoves handfuls of popcorn into his mouth and you chuckle to yourself at the sight.

“can you please stop staring at me and laughing? that’s kinda rude you know?” kuroo huffs, still not shifting his attention from the movie, yet highly aware of your gaze.

“sorry, you’re just way more entertaining than what’s going on in this movie.” you admit.

“you’re so lame.” he teases, “the movie is clearly a masterpiece but you’re just not intellectually inclined enough to see that.”

“right. so i’m dumb for not liking it?” you smile amusedly.

“yes, that’s exactly what i’m saying.” kuroo agrees, finally taking a moment to look at you, give you a sarcastic smile, then quickly look back at the tv screen. you laugh lightly at him again. it’s actually kind of cute how excited he gets over these movies, it almost makes it worth sitting through two hours of garbage just to be in his presence. almost.

“you’re such a dork.” you tease back but he doesn’t even hear it because he’s listening closely to what’s taking place on the screen. you roll your eyes and try focusing on the movie too. it actually does grasp your attention for a few minutes but completely loses it when a fight scene that looks like it was recorded with a prehistoric android shows up. you mentally groan, completely bored out of your mind. you’re currently cuddled up against kuroo on the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over your shoulder, a bowl of popcorn in his other. you decide you may as well just close your eyes and rest for a bit but as soon as you shut them, and idea sparks in your mind.

you release yourself from kuroo’s grasp and reposition yourself so that you’re sitting with your legs around his thigh. he barely even acknowledges your new position and you get slightly offended.

“seriously? is the movie really that good?” you ask, bringing his attention to you. he looks you over, raking your entire body up and down with his eyes slowly.

“yeah it is.” he says bluntly, very obviously trying to hold back a smirk. he knows what he’s doing, trying to rile you up and you’re letting him.

“hey, rude.” you scoff at him with a pout and he just ignores you, pulling you further into his trap. “fine then.” you mumble and begin stripping off your clothes until you’re fully naked and you place yourself back onto his thigh. now he’s looking at you in amusement.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he praises.

“thanks, but don’t look at me. keep watching your movie since it’s so interesting.” you say shortly.

he raises and eyebrow at you and shrugs, looking back to the tv. he likes when you get bratty like that, and you like doing it too because although kuroo is usually dominant as it is, that’s when dominant dominant kuroo comes to play. and you love it. you also know that shrug means trouble for you later.

you push up the fabric of his shorts a little bit so you can have skin to skin contact with his thigh, wanting this to feel as good as it possibly can. kuroo pretends not to notice your actions but you know he’s watching you in his peripheral vision, which gets you going. you drag your hips along his thigh in back and forth motions at a steady and even pace, making sure to moan just loud enough for kuroo to get all hot and bothered. although he’s pretending as though he’s paying you no mind, you know very well he’s seething in his skin. he hates being teased, and that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“such a tease.” he snarks, finally directing his attention to you again.

“really? me? no, i don’t thinks so.” you joke and now he’s the one rolling his eyes at you. 

“you know what happens to bratty girls who interrupt me while i’m watching a movie?” 

you visually swallow at his words, the change in the tone of his voice which was now laced with subtle aggression making your pussy pulse. but you keep up your bratty persona, really wanting to pull the dominant kuroo you’re looking for out of his cave.

“i’m not really interrupting anything, no one said you have to pay attention to me.” you retort still rolling your hips against his thigh and moaning softly every so often. kuroo shakes his head, a smirk beginning to form on his face.

“oh so you wanna be punished?” kuroo grunts and you choose not to reply. you just continue grinding your now dripping cunt against his leg, maintaining eye contact with him as you let out a lewd moan of his name. big mistake. before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you’re flipped onto your back, fingers digging into your hips as kuroo pins you down and hovers above you.

“fine then, so be it.” he continues.

you most definitely CANNOT walk the next morning.

oikawa

- oikawa is truly amazing at planning dates for the two of you

- like he really just enjoys impressing you and making you swoon, it makes his heart very happy 

- typically you prefer your casual dates where you two just hang out and get ice cream together or something simple like that

- but it is nice to get dressed up every one in awhile and go somewhere fancy, so you’re fairly excited for this date he has planned

- mostly because oikawa says he has a surprise for you, a dress he bought you to wear for this date

- says he saw it and couldn’t not buy it for you because he thought it’d look so sexy on you

- and boy, was he right

“holy shit.” he breathes as you walk out of the bathroom where you had just finished getting dressed up. hair done, makeup on, and the beautiful dress that oikawa bought you hugging you perfectly. 

“you like?” you ask, giving him a little twirl so he could see the back too. he stays quiet, just taking in the sight in front of him. very clearly and obviously in awe.

“toru?” you tilt your head and snap a couple times at your silent boyfriend and he snaps out of his trance. 

“come here.” is all he says and you walk over to his spot on the edge of the bed. he pulls you into his lap with ease and you find yourself straddling him, your dress rising up your thighs a bit. you readjust yourself so that you’re just sitting on one of his legs rather than both in order to relieve some of the tension on the dress. 

“toru, you’re gonna tear the dress.” you giggle at his eagerness.

“sorry, you just look so good. had to get my hands on you.” he confesses as his hands find their way to your ass, caressing it through the fabric. you smile before grabbing him by the tie he’s wearing and giving him a kiss. the kiss was meant to be short and sweet but somehow ended up becoming messy and hot. your fingers are laced in his hair, tugging at it occasionally while his hands continue to massage your ass. you moan into his mouth and he grins before moving his hands up from your ass to your hips.

he guides them skillfully, moving them so that now your hips are gliding against his clothed thigh. you moan at the sudden sensation, and he pulls away from the kiss to look at you.

“i want you the keep riding my thigh like this until you cum, got it?” he directs.

“but toru, our reservation. we’re gonna-“

“shh. the faster you make yourself cum, the quicker we’ll be able to leave.” he asserts and you follow his instructions obediently.

he just leans back on his elbows and watches you, a deep blush across his face. though he comes off like the selfish type, oikawa is the kind of person who gets pleasure just from seeing other people in pleasure. so watching you desperately grind your hips into his leg while moans of his name and other pretty sounds are spilling from your lips is almost enough to make him cum himself. but he manages to keep himself together and continues to watch you circle your hips around his thigh.

“hm, i’m getting close. can you help me?” you ask oikawa, your eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure.

“mm, how do you want me to help pretty girl?” he responds.

“touch me, please just touch me.” you practically beg and he hums at how cute he thinks you are. he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing small circles on it.

“fuck oikawa.” you moan, now moving your hips on his thigh and his finger. he starts palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure that had built up there and groans at his own touch which sends a chill throughout your body. oikawa’s moans are your favorite thing ever, them alone can get you dripping wet within seconds.

“moan for me again baby, you sound so good.” you say breathlessly and he elicits yet another arousing moan causing you to let out one of your own. he begins moving his thumb faster along your clit, wanting to make you unravel right then and there and he is successful in his pursuit.

“gonna cum.” is all you can muster before a back arching orgasm forces its way through your body and it takes everything in oikawa’s willpower not to be right there along with you.

“jesus.” he mutters, eyes still locked on you as he watches you slowly revive back to your normal self.

“that’s why you bought me this dress huh?” you say once you’re finally able to form coherent sentences again. “just to see me cum in it?” you continue, shaking your head at the realization.

“well would you look at that, if we don’t leave now we’ll definitely miss our reservation so we should probably go.” oikawa dodges the question and all you can do is laugh.

if this was the case, he could buy you new dresses whenever he’d like.

bokuto

- bokuto and you share a love for thighs

- he’s obsessed with yours

- and you’re equally as obsessed with his

- so ever since you first tried thigh riding with him, he’s been throwing subtle hints for you to do it again

- “damn, my thigh is really cold. wish someone would sit on.”

- “would be a shame if a pretty girl was grinding on my thigh right now huh?”

- “imagine if you rode my thigh again haha, that’d be wild.”

- the only reason why you didn’t give in is because you didn’t want it to be like an everyday thing, you want it to be a bit more special

- but after a bit of waiting, you’re more than ready for it

you have just finished your period so your horny meter is off the charts and it’s always like this. a week without touching and advanced hormone levels, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do. so of course you really want nothing more other than to relieve yourself right now, and you know just the way to do that.

you and bokuto are out on a movie date. you’ve been trying so hard to suppress the desire burning in your core the whole night, but it’s pretty much impossible at this point. so when the movie ends you make it very clear to bokuto what type of mood you’re in as you leave the movie theater.

“when we get to the car, i want you to park it somewhere secluded then we’re hopping into the backseat.” you whisper to him as you leave the building and make your way to the parking lot. he shoots you a look, trying to read whether you’re joking or not. once he sees the deadpan look on your face, he knows you’re serious.

“oh? is my baby horny?” he asks unnecessarily loud. you hit him roughly on the arm as another couple that’s walking by overhears and looks at you weirdly.

“can you say it even louder? i don’t think the entire city heard you.” you snark and he laughs at your embarrassment.

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it baby. if you want me to fuck you, just say it with your whole chest.” he shrugs as the two of you reach his car, departing ways so you can get in on the passenger side.

“i don’t want you to fuck me though. i wanna ride your thigh until i’m shaking and cumming all over it.” you smile to him across the car and his face goes red.

“in the car, now.” he orders and you follow. it’s silent for a minute before bokuto pulls out of the parking space.

“is this what you’ve been thinking about all night?” bokuto asks, his hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubs light circles over the skin which gives you shivers. “i could tell, you seemed like your mind was elsewhere.” he finishes.

“i mean yeah, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for awhile actually.” you admit.

“why didn’t you tell me? you know i’ve hinted to wanting you to do it again like a gazillion times.”

“i know, i know. but it’s not something that i want to make a habit, i want it to be more of a special thing.” you say shyly and he flashes you a quick smile.

“you’re so fucking adorable, what even.” he coos before pulling into a deserted parking lot behind a building that had already closed for the night.

once he’s perfectly positioned into a parking space, he puts the car in park and turns the engine off. then he leans over to kiss you, his hand still tenderly placed on your thigh, the other cupping your chin so he can tilt your head and deepen the kiss. just like you’re obsessed with bokuto’s thighs, you’re obsessed with his kisses. he always kisses you so deeply, with so much passion and it makes you weak. after kissing for a few minutes, the two of you finally pull away to breathe.

“are you ready?” you ask bokuto breathlessly.

“more than ready.” he replies and with that you and him make your way into the backseat. bokuto sits first and then you place yourself on top of one of his thighs. you would be lying if you said you didn’t wear a skirt tonight specifically for this reason, and you’re so glad you made that decision. you also intentionally wore your thinnest pair of panties so that you could get more from your arousal. though this makes it very easy for bokuto to notice that you’re already soaking wet.

“jesus baby, you really are horny huh?” he groans at the feeling on his leg. you nod and look away from him, a little embarrassed at how you’re already so hot and bothered just from thinking about this. bokuto notices and uses his index finger to lift your chin and bring your gaze back to his.

“hey, look at me.” he says softly, “start riding.”

the shift in his tone from the soft one he was just using is alerting, and you obey his demand eagerly. you begin making short strides with your hips, rocking them back and fourth agaist bokuto’s leg while he rubs your thighs in the process. you moan as a shock of arousal shoots itself throughout your body. you steady yourself by holding onto bokuto’s shoulders and continue rocking your hips in quick motions. bokuto’s eyes don’t know where to land. he keeps switching between looking down at your hips as you grind them expertly against his thigh, and looking at your face which would occasionally scrunch up in pleasure as you moan. both making him unbearably hard.

bokuto knows you just ended your period. in turn, he knows that means your nipples are extra sensitive so he reaches under your shirt and unclaspes your bra, tossing it on the seat beside him. he then begins rubbing your already hard nipples between his fingers which earns a breathy moan of his name from you. between the intense feeling of pleasure between your legs and now the added pleasure of having your nipples played with, you know you’re not going to last much longer. so you unbutton bokuto’s pants after noticing how hard he is and grasp his erect member, making long strokes along the shaft before rubbing your thumb around the tip. you want him to cum with you and judging by the noises you’re getting out of him, you’re wish will come true. you continue riding his thigh and stroking his dick, while he continues playing with your nipples and you start to feel yourself get hotter and hotter.

“kiss me.” you say to bokuto and he happily obliges, attaching his lips to yours roughly. now the two of you are moaning into each other’s mouths as you get closer to you’re orgasms, doing everything you can to reach them.

“fuck, i’m almost there.” bokuto moans against you.

“me too.” you moan as well, your movements against bokuto’s thigh becoming more sloppy. your moans are increasing in volume and you know you’re both close.

“shit.” is all bokuto gives to warn you before he’s cumming all over your hand and the sight sends you over. you’re whole body tenses as your orgasm rolls through you, you gripping more tightly onto bokuto’s shoulders at the sensation.

you both give each other a minute to come down, still panting and trying to catch your breaths.

“i’m so in love with you y/n.” bokuto sighs once he’s finally caught his breath and you chuckle at his confession.

“i’m in love with you too kōtarō.”

Bokuaka ✨

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