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eggyrocks · 6 hours

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NUMBER 68 WITH BOKUTO!!!

play wrestling is actually my love language

500 follower special: #68 “PILLOW FIGHT!”

bokuto x gn reader, pretty much just fluff, short, this is actually just kind of stupid, not proofread

When Bokuto says, “There’s only one way to solve this,” they know what’s coming. It doesn’t matter what they’re trying to solve. If they’re debating what to order for dinner or who’s turn it is to do the dishes.

Whatever the marital spat might be, the solution will, inevitably, be a grin so bright it makes the sun seem dull, and the enthusiastic shout of, "PILLOW FIGHT!"

Their socks slip on the hardwood, making them slide across the floor as they grip onto the throw pillow they snagged from the couch. Bokuto is just a step behind them, impossibly long arm reaching toward them, snagging them around the waist and pulling them back against his chest.

"I'm winning!" he yells, lifting them up off their feet with one arm, the other victoriously holding up a limp bedroom pillow upright over his head.

They kick their legs wildly, trying to break away from his grip. "You're cheating!" they cry, squirming in his grip but unable to escape his iron-clad hold. "You didn't hit me yet!"

"Oh yeah," he concedes, and then brings the pillow down to gently knock against their still squirming legs. "Now I win," he declares, and leans down to place a kiss on the top of their hair as they go limp in defeat.

Bokuto places their feet down on the ground, but doesn't let up on his hold, keeping their back still pressed against his chest, resting his chin on the top of their head. "Not fair," they pout. "You always win."

They can't see it, but they know he's grinning, smug and satisfied. "That's true. I do always win. It must be exhausting being married to someone who wins at literally everything."

"Yeah," they agree, twisting around to look up at him. "You're too strong for me to beat you."

Bokuto blinks, forcing an apprehensive frown. "Are you trying to flatter your way out of folding the laundry?"

In response, they smile sweetly up at him, and then they lean up on the tips of their toes to give him a chaste kiss on his lips. "Maybe?"

His smile comes back in full force. "It's working."

an: this was goofy

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espikola · 3 months

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#bkak #hq bokuaka #bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #hq akaashi #hq bokuto #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu akaashi #haikyuu bokuto #your yearly bkak

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quixoatic · 10 months

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returned from the dead to offer this

i might make a part two who knows hee hee

part two | part three

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tiza0925 · 22 days

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A New Skirt | 18+

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, explicit sexual content, alternate universe, female/AFAB reader, teasing, multiple orgasms, lap sex, hints of a breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, SET IN THE FUTURE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You turn to the side, bending one knee, to take one last look at yourself through the tall mirror that sits in your bedroom.

And your chest falls with a small exhale of satisfaction as you focus on the way your skirt is just long enough to tease your ass, how your shirt hugs your waist oh so perfectly and makes it so damn obvious you’re not wearing a bra—

And a small smile forms at the thought of showing Bokuto your new outfit.

The door creaks as you open it, and when you walk down the hall and into the living room—you see Bokuto getting settled into the couch, turning on the TV to find a movie for you two to watch.

“You ready?” You hear Bokuto call for you, his attention on the screen as he sorts through the different movie titles to play, and you hum as you walk to where he’s sitting—your lower lip gets pinched under your top teeth as you walk around the couch to stand in front of him.

And the moment Bokuto’s head lifts to look at you—

Your heart thunders in your ears, and you feel flushed all over your body as his eyes gradually widen—scanning every inch of your body like he’s trying to commit the image to memory.

You swallow hard, feeling exposed, as Bokuto wets his lips, and his eyes remain focused on your skirt where your thighs are rubbing together. “You got a new skirt?”

His voice sounds so rough like he’s already affected by this, that it causes a small shiver runs up your chest as you inhale a small breath, nodding with your hands behind your back. “Went shopping while you were at work.”

“Yeah?” Bokuto seems amused by that as the side of his face lifts with a tiny smirk, and his lids lower as he leans back onto the couch—lifting his hips as he spreads his legs apart.

Then he tilts his head. “It’s a pretty skirt.”

You barely manage to suppress a grin as you purse your lips. “So you like it?”

Bokuto hums, the TV forgotten as he sets the remote aside, and he motions with his fingers to ‘come here’. “I want to see it up close.”

It’s the way he says it—with his voice low and eyes so murky with sudden desire—

It’s why you feel a jolt of heat sprout inside you as you close the distance between you, and Bokuto eagerly guides you to sit on his lap once he has his hands on you.

“What made you want to buy this?” He asks as he makes you sit, legs spread by his thighs, and he runs his hands down the side of your thighs, spreading goosebumps with the heat of his hands.

His hands that are so big that it can wrap around your thighs entirely.

You shrug. “It looked nice.”

A small lie.

The real reason was solely for Boktuo—to get the reaction that you’re seeing right now from him.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

Bokuto hums and his hands wrap around your thighs as he slides them up and under your skirt, his thumbs teasing your covered cunt by a mere few inches. “Well, It looks really nice on you, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches at not only his words—but from the slight tease of one of his thumbs running over your covered slit—sliding it down from your clit to where your hole is.

“I’m glad you like it,” Your voice is breathy, a little too preoccupied with the feeling of Bokuto’s thumb rubbing slow, small circles over your clothed clit, and your hands fly up to hold him by the neck.

And Bokuto just smiles, all slow and syrupy, as he leans in closer to mouth at your chest covered by the thin fabric of your shirt.

You can feel the heat and wetness of his mouth as he sucks on one of your tits—even if you’re wearing a shirt—and your core clenches when you feel him give your nipple an impolite bite to make it pebble up.

He always knows how to make you melt almost instantly with just his fingers and mouth alone.

His fingers aren’t even inside you and yet he’s already managed to get you soaking your panties as you moan, rolling your hips on his lap as he continues his torturous movement of his finger over your panties.

“You can cum like this, can’t you?” He murmurs as he moves his head up to kiss the bend of your neck, and his finger teases your entrance by pushing your panties inside you for a moment, before sliding back up to rub your clit. “You’re so soaked, baby.”

He continues to rub and tease your pussy over your panties until you’re moaning, feeling mindless, and your legs shake with a soft orgasm hitting almost instantly.

“Fuck—Ko—Oh, god—”

“Let’s keep this skirt on, okay?” You hear him mutter as he slides down his sweatpants to let his cock bounce free.

It slaps against your exposed thigh, causing your muscles to tense, and you whimper as he fists himself with a few strokes to get himself to fully erect. “Lift your hips for me, love.”

And you immediately do as you’re told as you hold onto his shoulders for support, lifting each leg as Bokuto slides the rest of your panties off, and you gasp with a moan when you feel his thick cock slide between your pussy folds.

His hands move to grip your hips, and he doesn’t fuck into you yet like you’re hoping he would.

Instead, he guides you to rock on his lap, your pussy drooling all over the length of his dick as he slides them between your puffy slit, using your fluids as lube before he finally pushes the fat head inside you—

“Ko—!” You moan, low and sweet, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he slowly pushes his hips up, making you take every inch of him, while his hands keep you in place.

“Look at you,” He moves his head forward to capture your lips with his in one of the most gentle kisses he’s given you, all while holding you firmly to make you take his thick cock. “You’re so pretty like this, baby.”

You whine from slight overstimulation—being torn between recovering from your first orgasm and feeling that liquid heat slowly beginning to grow in your belly again.

But you let him fuck into you—feeling his dick all the way in your throat in the position you’re in—trying to kiss him back all while your senses explode and your pussy throbs because of him.

“You think you can cum again for me?”

You nod dazedly, not sure if you can, but—

But then you feel his thumb return to your clit—and god it’s so fucking sensitive and puffy—and he slowly rubs it while fucking into your tight pussy, making your eyes roll back and you gasp into his mouth.

“You’re so tight—shit—” Bokuto groans, moving to bury his head into the crook of your neck, and you feel hot air fan against your skin as he breathes heavily while he continues to rock into you languidly. “I just need one more from you, love.”

You shudder, feeling that buzzing ache between your legs ready to combust any minute.

“Then I can fill you up, okay?” He lifts his head, and your heart flips at the way he’s looking at you, and he kisses the side of your jaw, murmuring, “You just look so pretty in your skirt, baby, I can’t help it.”

And hearing that pulls a small grin from you—

Because that’s the point.

You wanted this reaction from him.

And now you’re feeling just a bit more pleased that it worked out.

“Please,” You moan, your fingers moving up to card through his hair, and Bokuto moans so deeply that you feel it against you.

He uses whatever juices that gush out of your from his fucking as lube to rub your clit, and he picks up the pace—angling his hips in a way that he knows will have you seeing white shocks as he hits the right spot inside your walls.

He fucks you while tonguing at the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, making you gasp out a sob as you hold onto him, and he sucks on your skin while groaning near your ear.

It’s when he pushes his hips up and keeps it there, grinding his cock as deep as it can go inside you—making you feel every thick inch of him pulsing in your pussy—while he continues to thumb at your clit with practiced ease and skill—

That’s when your orgasm hits you, making you throb and cry out a moan as you hold onto Bokuto with all you’ve got—cumming over his cock as heat fills your cheeks and clit, spreading like wildfire and making everything so fucking hot around you.

“Fuck—baby, just like that, I’m gonna cum inside you.” Bokuto’s moan is guttural, and his thrusts turn more demanding and selfish as he holds your waist with an iron grip, fucking your abused pussy and bouncing you on his cock like a limp rag doll.

You feel electrified and boneless, all overstimulated and a puddle of honey—you don’t realize that Bokuto is filling you with his cum as he shakes and groans, your cunt taking it all in.

And it’s within this moment—as Bokuto’s orgasm begins to cool down and you feel his dick twitching inside you as both of your fluids leak out between your thighs and onto him—

That you make a note to buy more skirts in the future.

Perhaps to wear in public too to see what Bokuto will do.

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kissinkou · 18 days

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LIKE A CHAMP .ᐟ

ft. msby bokuto

cw : highly suggestive. making out. groping. cursing. stripping clothes. allusions to s3x. petnames (baby). locker room activities with beefy yummy bokuto :3 @omitea @steleir for my wifies !!

wc : 1k

you can hardly hear yourself yelling over the crowd of cheers that erupt through the stands. large signs are held high with famous players jersey numbers, and the stomps of feet throughout the bleachers create a loud rhythmic bang. the boom, boom, boom of shoes against the metal as the athletes fall to the floor in celebration.

your hands clap as you look across the court, smiling wide at your husband who pumps his fist high in the air, loud yell of pure ecstasy coming straight from his mouth. you see him look to the crowd, seemingly searching until he’s able to lock eyes with you. his grin is so wide you feel as though theres a light shining in your eyes, his teammates slapping his back in praise.

bokuto is immediately striding over to you once he gets the go ahead from his coach, practically tackling you into a hug stronger than a bear, squeezing you tight. you can feel the sweat that sticks to his body, seeing a droplet run down his forehead when he pulls back to rattle you by your shoulders.

“ baby ! you saw me, yeah ? you saw me win that point ? did you ? ”

you can’t help but giggle at his frantic need for your praiseful answer, hand coming up to his face with a smile spreading onto your lips.

“ i did. it was a great game ! you did amazing ! im so proud of you, kou. ”

and that’s when you see it. the smallest but mischievous glint that pools into his eyes, and he may try to laugh it off as if it were nothing, but you know him.

you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the earlier words that left your mouth, but it led to your hand being taken and practically dragged to the mens lockeroom.

theres a sudden slam that resonates throughout the echoey walls, your back coming into contact with the locker behind you.

“ what— kou-mmph ! ”

you’re taken by surprise when a pair of lips smash into yours, teeth clashing in a frantic hurry as your question gets stolen from your mouth.

“ m’ sorry baby— i just— please. ” bokuto muffles, plea’s slipping from his mouth between the kisses he leaves on your lips, hot breath fanning over your face.

bokuto’s hands begin to roam across your body now, squeezing at the soft plush of your hips that has you instinctively rolling them onto nothing.

you can feel the tingles that shoot up from your feet to your spine, knees buckling into eachother. there’s a familiar heat that pools into your stomach, and one look at bokuto is all he needs to know his next move.

his lips are still devouring yours, tongue swiping at your bottom lip as a silent ask to delve deeper. you allow him, opening your mouth just the slightest bit more so he can push his tongue past your lips and onto yours.

your hands slip from his forearms, traveling up his biceps to the back of his neck. your fingers grasp the small hairs at his nape, which makes bokuto let out a shakey breath into your mouth.

“ you don’t understand— how bad i wanted this. ” he starts, large hands now dangerously close to the plump of your bottom.

“ looked so fuckin’ pretty in the stands baby. just wanted to— have you right then. ” he starts to babble nonsense, groping your ass in a harsh squeeze that has you whimpering in his hold.

his skin is wet, hot, and sticky from the earlier match he had just played. sweat trickled down from his sideburns as it pooled under his chin, and you can feel the buldge in his uniform growing stiffer by the minute. your hand travels to the tent in his shorts, fingers just barely grazes over his print, and bokuto sucks in a harsh hiss through his teeth. always so sensitive.

his mouth begins to peck the corners of your lips, moving south down your neck with sloppy wet kisses. bokuto lets his lips hover over your skin for a moment, before he’s delving into your jugular to leave a soft bite on your most sensitive spot.

“ mm!— kou… ” is what comes out of your mouth next, egging him on before bokuto loses all sense of control he has.

his kisses have grown hungrier, keeping your lips latched onto his as he lifts you from your thighs. he keeps devouring you, effortlessly keeping you upright as he carries you to a separate area of the locker rooms.

there’s a clash and a bang, shower room door swinging open but you both don’t seem to mind it. your legs are wrapped around bokuto’s small waist, his hands on your ass the only thing keeping you steady. your back hits yet another wall, the tile cold against your skin.

“ i want— oh fuck ! ” you yell out in a sudden gasp, taken by surprise by the lukewarm water that shoots out of the showerhead in steamy streams.

you’re both soaked from head to toe in tapwater, and bokuto’s hair starts to fall down, strands tickling his nose. his clothes grow heavy on himself, sinking in to his skin and putting his abs on display through his jersey.

“ what baby ? cmon’, tell me want you want— please ? ” bokuto beckons, mumbling through the lips that trail hot kisses from your neck to your collarbones.

you take a deep, shaky breath to recollect your surroundings, thinking of every possible outcome of the situation at hand. you’re in the locker room showers, for godsake. but you know there’s no turning back now, love and needy lust swirling in you and your husbands irises like a whirlpool of desire.

“ —you. i want you. ”

bokuto’s fervant hands reach to lift the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in a hurry to strip you until you’re bare and for the taking.

you’re both exposed to eachother, hair wet and as soaked as you are as his fingers lay a playful squeeze at the skin of your naked hip. he doesn’t try to hide the neediness that takes over him anymore, pulling and groping any part of you he can get his hands on, your warm flesh being fondled lewdly.

“ i’ll give you whatever you want. you’ll be proud of me then, too, yeah ? ”

©KISSINKOU — do not copy, steal, plagiarize, take inspo from without consulting, or translate my work.

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lunamochii · 1 month

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you're the blue text ; they're the gray/grey text

bokuto, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, oikawa, suna, sugawara, sachiro

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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Imagine Bokuto as your boyfriend when you’re on your period.

You’re in pain and don’t have any medicine on hand.

You’re too embarrassed to ask a teacher to just go home especially cause you know how they react to “the monthly ailment” and so during your lunch break you consider heading to the convenience store for painkillers but it’s not a lot of time before your next class begins, you’re in too much pain to run (and couldn’t make it all the way without collapsing on a normal day anyway) and the bus doesn’t come in time. But not to worry, your boyfriend is right there already warming up to sprint to the pharmacy.

“But what about your lunch?”

Bokuto just shrugs, stretching his torso from left to right. “Doesn’t matter. Plus it’s a great workout.”

And he pecks you on the cheek before racing away. You’re so overcome with emotion by his sweetness that you call after him “I love you, Bokuto Kotarou!!”.

He almost runs into a street lamp, turns, takes a deep breath and yells back “I LOVE YOU TOO, Y/N!!!”

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ilylovelyz · 8 months

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⍣ ೋ tell me

˚ · . bokuto x afab!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you're mine."

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jollymalt · 9 months

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haikyuu boys and their hair

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kyunzin · 3 months

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𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

character; 𝐁. 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

cw; he’s so desperate to be inside of you that he humps your backside like a bitch in heat (gn!reader)

tags; somnophilia, dry humping, raw sex, cum eating, mating press, use of baby/ love (to reader)

a/n; I like my new layout it’s kinda cute but it takes ages to do

it’s not his fault that he wakes up and his cock if full in his underwear. he really tries to wait it out hoping it will go down with no attention needed but to his misfortune his need to relieve himself only grows stronger with every passing second.

he knows not awake you as its too early for you to be up and from the steady raise of your chest next to him he can tell you’re in a deep sleep. he doesn’t want to get up and deal with it himself but he also doesn’t want to stay like this and he knows you won’t mind if he uses you to ease himself.

it’s an easy task rolling you over to your side as you sleep unaware of his problems, propping himself directly behind you. the sigh of slight relief he lets out when his cock presses against the groove of your ass is enough to cause you to stir but not enough for you to wake up.

his arm wraps around you and you instinctively lean back into his touch pressing his cock further into your ass the pressure creating a pleasurable sensation to him almost making him moan out loud but he catches himself quickly.

with the both of you in a steady position he starts to grind his cock into the groove of you’re ass at a slow pace, pressing his head into the back of your inhaling you’re scent as he rocks his hips into you. the stimulation to his cock has precum spilling out the tip of his dick which is sure to stain the fabric of his underwear creating a wet patch.

at first the slow drag of his hips is enough to satisfy him but it soon isnt enough for him and he reaches for his underwear pulling it down to rest under his balls letting it hang free between the two of you before resuming his previous actions. the feel of your soft underwear rubbing against he raw cock has him shuddering in pleasure a low moan “shit, feels so fucking good” falling from his mouth his hips rutting into you quicker than before.

with the way his hips rut against yours, the fabric of your underwear is enough to have him lose control of himself letting out a string of “oh f-fuck, fuck, fuck!” into the back of your neck, pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck while he roughly ruts into your backside, causing the bed to subtly shake with him.

it’s only now that you start to wake up due to the volume of his moans though you’re barely awake to register what’s happening and by the time you catch on to what he’s doing he’s already cumming hard body shaking, his grip on you tightening but not enough to bruise as ropes of his cum spill onto your lower back and underwear. you can hear him letting out apologetic chants of “m’ sorry, couldn’t help it. m’ so sorry fuck, I’ll clean you up baby, I promise”

having been together for so long means you know that cumming once won’t be enough for him. so when he rolls you over onto your stomach and pulls down your underwear, it’s no surprise when he easily slips his cock into you with a sharp thrust accompanied with an apology of “I’m sorry. promise I’ll be done after this baby, you don’t have to do anything, please can I?”. he ask as if he isn’t already sinking into you.

the only reason he’s able to slip in with ease is because he had spent the night before fucking you raw for hours. after coming home from his match with a lot of unreleased energy. usually he would be worn out after a match but today was different because his team had won the match quicker than expected.

he had spent his time fucking you in multiple positions but ended with you in a mating press, your legs held behind your ears with him pumping you full of his cum alongside the other loads he had shot into earlier watching as your stomach inflated.

when he was done with that he spent some time eating out your cum and kissing it back into your mouth for you to swallow, repeating the process until he was sure that he had cleaned you out watching as your hole gaped at him smiling stupidly at his work.

he wastes no time in pushing bulldozing his cock into your stretched heat watching the way you swallow him all the way to the hilt as he hits your sweet spot with every hard drive of his hips. you find it endearing how he lets out little rambles of “m’ so fucking sorry, didn’t want to wake you, oh god. does it feel good for you baby? fuck it feels real f-fucking good, keep sucking in my cock like this and I won’t last long”

the feel of your walls pulsating around him as well the sound of your voice as you cum sending him over edge, one of his hands griping the headboard in front of you catching himself as he lean over you his hips lower half resting on you as he shoots his thick load into you once again.

once he knows he finished he pulls out first licking the drying cum of your back then quickly and flips you over with care looking at your inflated stomach and fucked out face bending your legs down to your ears so that he can suck the cum out of your puffy hole swallowing it himself instead of feeding it to you.

when he’s sure that he’s cleaned you out properly he finds a clean pair of underwear and slips it on you effortlessly, tucking you back into bed watching as you seamlessly fall back asleep. finally feeling satisfied he changes his underwear for a clean pair as well and makes his way into the kitchen to start breakfast for the two of you with a stupid smile on his face.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

@tyunixia @riowmie

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khrysomallos · 7 months

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i saw a tiktok today comparing possessive vs protective boyfriends and it got me thinking something about a protective bokuto and mmmmmm

when people first meet bokuto, they typically peg him as the “golden retriever” boyfriend (don’t get me wrong he totally is). but he’s much smarter than people give him credit for. so much smarter.

bokuto is confident in himself, he’s confident in his relationship (unless in one of his moods.. ya know) and he trusts you whole heartedly.

you’re out at a bar with a group of people, a mix of your friends and bokuto’s. you’re at the bar getting some drinks for the table when someone slides onto the stool beside you. the stranger looks you up and down and begins a conversation. “haven’t seen you around here before, where you from?”

you answer, as it’s not in your nature to be inherently rude. “i’m visiting a friend,” you smile politely and look to the person beside you. a tall man, with a fairly slender build. his hair is neatly swept to the side.

“from out of town then? let me treat you to some home town hospitality then,” as he flags down the bar tender.

you shake your head, telling the man that you’ve already ordered a few drinks for you and your friends. he pushes on, insisting he gets you a drink - which in turn ends up being a shot. he pushes the shot glass towards you, his snake like eyes narrowing as he sticks his tongue out to tease you. you’re frustrated he isn’t catching onto your polite rejections.

“c’mon pretty, let loose and have some fun.”

you shake your head, “thank you for the offer, but i’m here celebrating my friend tonight. i’m flattered but i’m not interested, really.”

it’s as if this much more blatant rejection eggs the man on more.

bokuto, from across the bar, sits silently as he watches the interaction. he’s leaned back in his chair, slowly stirring his straw around his cup. he’s well aware of how good you look tonight, and he’s well aware of the fact that everyone checks you out as you walk by. it gives him a boost of pride knowing you’re going home with him. they can look all they want.

his eyes assessed every shift in your body language. he sees your eyebrows furrow, the way you’re leaned away from the man. how you take slow controlled breaths to regulate your frustration, he knows that to be a tell from your years together.

kuroo leans towards him, “aren’t ya gonna go over there?” and points his head in the direction of the bar.

bokuto shakes his head, “they’re more than capable of handling themselves. i don’t need to do anything,” he lets out a long breath himself.

kuroo’s eyebrows raise, “you’re better than me. if kenma was getting hit on infront of me, i would be sliding in to introduce myself.” he chuckles to himself and nudges kenma, who just snorts.

“he can try but they’ll rip a strip off him if they need too,” bokuto continues to watch the interaction between you and the stranger. the man presses on, pushing the drink towards you and waving to the bartender again even though you’ve turned down the drink. bokuto never worries in these situations, he knows you can handle yourself, and he would never want to overstep a boundary of you taking care of something.

so he waits. he watches.

his jaw tightens as he watches the next interaction. he sees the man place his hand on your lower back. his eyes darken, he could care less about this stranger. what bothers bokuto, what makes his eyes narrow, is the way you flinch and move away from the touch, how you push out your hand, hitting the man’s chest to create space between the two of you. you begin to say something, pointing your finger at him like you’re about to lecture him. but then man doesn’t respect the space, moving closer and leaning down to speak into your ear. bokuto’s hand tightens around his glass.

he waits. he watches. he assesses.

you take a step back, and that’s when you give the man a shove with both hands. bokuto smirks.

the man shakes his head in disbelieve, and begins saying something. you finally look over to your boyfriend, with tight lips and pleading eyes. your face says everything it needs too. a silent call from across the room.

bokuto would never step in by taking over something you were dealing with. he knows you’re more than capable. he also knows there are times when you’re just too overwhelmed and need help. those are times where he’ll step in, only when you ask.

bokuto throws back the rest of his drink before excusing himself from the table.

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maezume · 5 months

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𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 have a thing for seeing you in their clothes. seeing you drowning in a shirt that’s normal for them, but huge on you has their dick throbbing. the way his shirt swallows you, so you refuse to wear anything else underneath. when you reach up to grab something he can’t help but feel something when your thighs and that pretty pussy poke out the bottom. when his mind wanders and he can’t help but imagine you underneath him, panting and moaning with his fingers stuffed in that slutty cunt of yours. “what a slut.. wearing my clothes with nothing underneath? yeah? you’re just begging to be fucked like a whore huh..” he’d mutter, imagining himself fucking you faster and watching your lips fall into an ‘o’. as much as you wished you could say you didn’t want to have this effect on him, you very much planned your night to go like this. not that you’d admit that you like it when he jerks off to seeing you getting fucked out in his clothes, but you definitely do.

kageyama tobio, itoshi rin, tsukishima kei, kuroo testuroo, bokuto koutaro, geto suguru and all of your favs!

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hlxtn · 1 year

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#anime #anime aesthetic #art #illustration #anime art #anime fanart #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart #atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu fanart #haikyuu atsumu #bokuto #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto fanart

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tiza0925 · 19 days

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His Jersey | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, needy!bokuto, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, lap sex, female/afab reader, pet names, praise kink, SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Your eyes widen as Bokuto pushes you harshly onto the bed, his body hovering over yours as he kisses you senselessly.

“Ko—?”

But he’s so lost in his own world, effectively shutting you up as he licks his tongue inside your mouth, groaning against you as he palms your tit over the jersey you’re wearing.

His jersey.

He played a game tonight, and you just had to go and support him.

Which Boktuo always loved—just being able to see in the crowd and grinning at you so widely after their team wins another point because of him.

It’s just—this time, he didn’t expect to see you wearing his jersey to the game.

And that sort of threw him off for a moment but also—

It’s all he could think about for the rest of his game.

Just how good you looked wearing his shirt.

With his number on it.

And his name.

It’s why he could barely wait to get his hands on you the moment you two ended back up in his hotel room—leaving the rest of the team back at the restaurant where Bokuto was supposed to be celebrating alongside them.

But he’s got other priorities right now.

“Do you know,” Bokuto pulls on your lower lip with a rough kiss, his voice hoarse and low as he kisses your mouth.

Jaw.

Neck.

Giving the crook of your neck a small nip as he pulls down your pants, “How much I just couldn’t stop thinking about you during the game?”

He sounds almost pained like him having to wait a second longer to be inside you will physically pain him.

“God—you look so good in my jersey,” Bokuto groans, licking the length of your neck, making you whimper. “I can’t help it.”

He’s so fucking needy and impatient that he doesn’t even bother to take your panties off.

He just pulls them to the side, and while holding them there—he uses his middle finger to slide it through your pussy folds, collecting your juices and getting his finger soaked—and he grunts at how sopping wet you are already. “Goddamn, baby, you’re already drooling.”

You whine, your arms that are around his neck pull him closer to you, and you search for his mouth to kiss him sloppily as your mind goes blank from his finger toying with your pussy.

He teases your hole, hearing the wet squelch every time the tip of his finger taps your cunt, making you flush in the cheeks at the obscene sound of it.

“I need to be inside you baby—shit—“ Your eyes are unfocused as Boktuo pushes his shorts and boxers down to let his thick cock slap your thigh, feeling the weight and heat of it on your skin before he’s fisting it until it’s swollen and pink with pre-cum leaking from the fat tip.

He doesn’t bother to tease you with his dick like he usually does—because god knows he’s notorious for teasing you in bed when he has the patience and time for it.

But he doesn’t right now.

He needs to sink his cock inside you so badly that the moment the head pops through—Bokuto shakes with a guttural groan, his eyes rolling back as he pushes his entire length inside you, hitting you so deep that you practically choke.

“So tight—it’s so good, baby,” Bokuto kisses you again, both hands on your waist, and his fingers dig into your flesh as he drags his cock out—only for him to push it right back in, feeling your greedy pussy suck it in like it needs it there.

“You take me so well,” His pace is merciless after that.

Plunging his dick into your cute little cunt, losing himself in the liquid heat that your walls hug him with, making you cry and moan as your hands hold onto him for dear life.

And he babbles any dirty thought that comes to mind, continuously gliding his cock in and out of you—feeling impossibly thick inside you—and your nails drag down his back as you feel that tightness in your clit and lower belly ready to explode.

“Shit, my baby is so messy,” Bokuto manages to look down as he fucks you, mesmerized by the way his girth stretches your pretty pussy.

He watches how his length is shiny with your creamy juices every time he pulls out—making him tremble and whimper because fuck, he’s already so close to cumming.

“I want to feel you cum,” Bokuto looks at you again, and he leans down to wrap his lips around a sensitive spot on the side of your neck while one of his hands comes down to touch your clit. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

He doesn’t even need to ask because god—you’re already so close.

That buzzing ache just growing stronger and needier—all you need is some friction against your clit—

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—Ko—!”

And Bokuto gives you just what you need as he suddenly rubs your puffy clit with his thumb—moving it in slow circles that drive you mad as your lower back snaps up, and your muscles tense while your orgasm ripples through you.

“There you go, such a good girl,” Bokuto purrs, voice throaty, as he continues to lick and suck at your neck, and your nails dig into his back as you cry—tears threatening to spill from your eyes—as he fucks you through your orgasm, feeling yourself gush out fluids as you squirt.

“You’re so tight around me, baby,” Bokuto pulls back, and he’s quick with his movements as he sits up and on his knees—bringing you with him as he guides you to sit on his lap, and he grins, eyes half-lidded. “You look so pretty when you cum for me, too.”

And then he plunges his cock inside you, holding you by your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze as he bounces you on his lap, hitting you even deeper in this position that you feel dizzy and numb and electrified.

“That feel good, baby?” His voice is deceptively calm despite him fucking up into you like a madman, seemingly determined to make you feel his dick in your throat. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

You nod, mouth open and drool spilling from how dazed you are, and he gives your cheek a gentle kiss as he twitches inside you—so close to cumming.

He watches you with determination as you bounce on his cock, how his jersey on you rides up to show your pussy taking him all in like the good girl that you are for him.

And he’s breathless as he wets his lips, his balls slapping your abused folds and ass—creating the sound of skin smacking on wet skin—and he clenches his teeth. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

You whimper, holding onto his broad shoulders as he pistons inside you, causing your fluids to gush out with every thrust.

“Can I fill you with my cum?” You find it silly that he even asks that because not once have you ever said no.

You bob your head as best as you can, hugging him and resting your chin on his shoulder as he fucks into your soul in this position—being dragged up and down by his strength since you lost any energy to move on your own.

“God—“ You hear Bokuto let out a sharp exhale, his grip like iron on your body, and wet moans spill past your lips as you feel yourself let out another gushing orgasm, screaming as you spasm around his dick—squelching noises mix with your moan to show how soaked and wrecked you are. “Shit—baby, you’re getting me all messy, too.”

You don’t have it in you to reply.

You just let out small whimpers and gasps as he gets greedy with you—seemingly uncaring of his strength and size as he abuses your swollen and dripping pussy until Bokuto cums, and you’re full with his load to the point it starts leaking with how much he’s pumping inside you.

But he doesn’t stop there.

He doesn’t want to leave your sweet cunt so soon—it feels too warm and plush for him to pull out.

So he carefully lays you down—dick still inside you—and hooks one hand under the bend of your knee to lift one of your legs and—

And he continues to fuck you.

Deep and slow, mixing your fluids as he pushes his cum further inside you, hearing the slickness of it with every glide of his cock along your walls.

And when Bokuto slowly brings you back up to another orgasm that night—your poor pussy throbbing around him as your entire body goes limp—

He captures your lips with his, kissing you so achingly soft and lovingly, murmuring against your mouth, “I’m sorry, baby, you just look so good with my stuff on you.”

At least now you know exactly how to rile Bokuto whenever you need him to fuck you like this again.

End.

> Masterpost

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kenmakodz · 3 months

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left on read..?

how the haikyuu boys react to being left on read!

+ oikawa, suna, kenma, bokuto, atsumu

+ a/n: this is my first time posting my work on tumblr, and my first time attempting something like this ! so if this sucks, please go easy on me haha. i’ll be working on getting a possible full smau fic out in the future, if you have any recommendations or constructive criticism that would be super cool :).

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kvrokasaa · 4 months

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Pretending to be their s/o

Includes -- Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi

Testuro Kuroo

It's the usual day at the grocery store, picking up food for you and your pets. You grab one little outfit for your cat and smile, she would look good in this. While you're walking around, you hear someone talking. You're not usually a nosy person, but you overheard some conversation. "Look, I'm sorry ma'am, but you're really not my type." You can hear a girl whining and trying to flirt.

You peek your head around the aisle and see a man trying to turn down a girl. He looks about your age. You take pity on the guy and walk over to him. "Babe! Don't you think Cosmo would look good with this!" You raise the frog hat and smile, looking up at the guy, hoping he gets the hint and plays along. It would be embarrassing if he just asks who you are. But he smiles at you, sending you a quiet thank you.

"You already have enough of those hats for her, take pity on the cat." You pout and look over at the girl. "Oh? Who's this, a friend?" You smile at her as she scowls at you. "You know this girl, Testu?" The girl puts on an obnoxious whiny tone. You're tempted to cover your ears. But now you know what to call him. "Yes, I'm his girlfriend." You smile at her again. Then you look up at him and pout again. "But you and Cosmo looked so cute with the matching bunny ears last month. I still have pictures that I can send to your sister." Kuroo blushes and looks towards you, "I thought you deleted those." He sighs and grabs one of the things he came into the aisle for, "fine, you can get the frog hat." You smile and you both leave the aisle, leaving the girl confused and a little mad.

You check out and leave the store, Kuroo offers you a bow and smiles at you, "thank you for helping, I didn't know what I should've done." You smile at him as he takes your bags out of your hand, "how about I walk you home? As a thank you."

Iwaizumi Hajime

"Wow! Your arms are so big!" The girl puts her hand on Iwaizumi's arm, not reading the signals that he's uncomfortable. Iwa smiles a little and thanks her, trying to lean away from her. "Sorry I'm late!" You run into the gym and see Iwa with a girl. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

You've liked Iwa since high school, but you didn't know how to confess to him. But you can see the uncomfortable look on his face, so you take the initiative. You walk up the Iwa and grab his hand, "who's this, baby?" You look over at the girl with a slight glare. Iwaizumi looks down at you and sighs, "I don't know." He looks over to the girl and scowls a little. "Just some girl that won't leave me alone."

Iwa never cared about being nice to someone if they bother him. He'd rather outright tell them, but this girl kept cutting him off, not giving him a chance to tell her to leave. But finally, you came. "Let's just go."

You both walk away, telling another staff to take her out of the gym, she doesn't work her so she can't be here. Iwa pulls you away from the scene and smiles down at you, "thanks for helping." He could feel his heart beating, hoping you can't hear it. He's liked you since high school, maybe this is his chance to confess. "You know, you're cute when you're jealous."

Kotaro Bokuto

Bokuto is a very cheerful person, but he can get very mad, sad, or just change his emotions very quickly. People usually label him as someone who is stupid, someone who can't read social cues. But that's far from the truth, he just doesn't know how to tell someone no.

And unfortunately, that's what got him into this situation. He couldn't say no to Kuroo bringing him out to this restaurant. And here he is, getting hit on by some bartender. He just came for a drink, but the minute he sat down, this lady wouldn't stop bothering him. Gushing about how she saw him on TV, how he won nationals and how big of a fan she is. He understands that he has fans, but this is too much.

"You don't understand. I'm like your biggest fan!" He smiles, trying to find an opening to leave, but she wouldn't stop talking. "Thanks, um, can I get my drink now?" She pouts and brings her hand up, placing it on his bicep. "How about coming back to my place? My shift ends in 10 minutes~"

"My love, who's this?" You saw Bokuto from the other side of the bar and took pity on him. Of course, you knew him, your brother gushes about him every time he turns on the TV. Bokuto looks over at you, quickly understanding the situation and smiled. "Just some bartender." You smile at the girl, "two shots of tequila, please." The girl glares but gets to work.

"Thank you! I didn't know what to do." Bokuto rubs the back of his neck, smiling at you. You nod, accepting his thank you. Bokuto grabs the shots and leads over to his table, getting ready to be teased by his friends.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu bokuto #hq bokuto #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo #iwazumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi fluff #hq iwaizumi #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu

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