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xandria · 3 years

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 : ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ

— includes : Bokuto, Hinata, Tendou

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 : 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵

♡ this man is too pure, does it just to be close to you ♡ innocent and wholesome, that’s how it always starts anyways ♡ he promises he only has pure intentions when he approaches you ♡ “wanna be as close as we can” 🥺 ♡ he whines it out like a justifiable reason as he slides your panties to the side ♡ you want to believe him, you want to trust he'll behave ♡ 100% does not behave though, honestly, this is your fault, you know better ♡ you know how quickly he comes undone buried in your tight, wet heat ♡ not that he cares though, he's positively shameless ♡ he definitely wants to do it in a dark room with friends because he can ♡ gets off on the idea that he’s balls deep in you and no one in the room knows ♡ but you know better, so why the hell did you agree to this? ♡ oh, that's right

- ♥ -

His strained gasp sounds off in your ear, shaky and stifled, caught in his throat as you clench around him. With his lips pressed to your ear, you are going absolutely insane with each subtle noise he makes, each stuttering breath from the way you affect him going straight to your cunt and making you soak around him.

Your muscles ache from the tension of trying to stay still, and the way his breath comes out ragged and unsteady let's you know he's in the same shape. Luckily, his labored breathing can't be heard over the movie playing in front of you, and no one can see underneath the blanket, where your dress is hiked up to your waist, Bokuto's shorts pushed down slightly, and every inch of his cock stuffed inside you. His hot breath on the back of your neck, the way his lips graze the shell of your ear, his taught chest and chiseled arms embracing you tightly, it is taking everything within you not to jerk your hips violently. You can tell by the way his heavy pants in your ear get louder, and his roaming hands become more grabby that your little 'cuddling season' is getting very dangerous very quickly.

You freeze when Bokuto moves slightly to adjust his position laying on the couch. At least, that's what you hope it looked like from above the blanket, because beneath it, he just angled his hips to pull back an inch and then push forward, sighing deeply through his nose as he presses the head of his cock as far as it will go. You inhale sharply, wincing when it makes a louder noise than you wished for, then relaxing after a few moments of no one noticing. Only when his tip is hugged tightly to your cervix does he settle back into stillness. You want to turn and glare at him, but the lethal grip his biceps have around your waist keeps you stationary in his arms as his large palms roam your sides.

"Kou," you whisper in a warning tone that he doesn't register. He simply buries his face in your hair and hums happily in response, pleased that you are calling out to him. You look up to assess the potential risk around you. Atsumu is the most likely to notice first, as he is sitting on the couch right beside you, but he also seems the most distracted, idly chatting with Hinata during the movie. Ok, you figure, if you can just keep Bokuto in check, maybe you can keep from-

Your breath catches in your throat, thoughts interrupted, when bokuto's hands suddenly slide underneath your shirt, palming your breasts. Teasing your nipples with his fingers, he pinches your sensitive buds, and whether it be involuntary or as revenge for his teasing, your hips jerk back into him, and your walls squeeze his cock tightly, something you immediately regret.

His head falls back and he sighs in pleasure a little too loudly.

A few of your friend's eyes are now on you, specifically Atsumu's, who's staring hard at the two of you with rightful suspicion, before he says a phrase that you and Bokuto, unfortunately, know all too well.

"Hands check!" At the order of the blonde, you and Bokuto raise your hands from under the blanket to show that they aren't up to anything nefarious, and your friends, satisfied, return their attention to the movie.

Thank god they didn’t ask y'all to stand up.

Some time passes and you start to get hopeful, Bokuto seemingly behaving himself as he lays still on the couch behind you. Your friends start to leave one by one, and you actually think for a moment that you'll get out of this scandalous situation with the entirety of your dignity intact. That is, until another guest exits, leaving only Atsumu and Sakusa left, and you feel sudden suspicion and dread at how your boyfriend starts glancing between them and the door. You are moments away from giving Bo a small reminder of patience when he opens his mouth to address the remaining guests.

“Okay guys, I’ll be completely honest, I’m balls deep in y/n right now and getting pretty into it, so, if you wouldn’t mind heading out!”

The small, lingering moment of silence after your boyfriend's announcement rings loudly in your head, and you will yourself to be less aware of your friend's deadpan stares.

“...Really, Bokuto? Really?” Atsumu’s jeers, and then starts laughing.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Sakusa regards you, apologizing on behalf of the two fools in the room.

“...It’s fine...“ You mumble from behind your hands, burning red with embarrassment.

You can just feel the beefy man behind you beam with excitement as he watches your friends stand and leave. He’s on you the second the door is closed, moaning lowly in your ear,

“M’fucking dying to finish what I started,”

♡ needs it for naps 🥺 ♡ this pretty boy isn’t often tuckered out, but when he is ♡ he still wants to be close to you sooo bad ♡ just needs to hold you and feel you wrapped around him ♡ so he’ll crawl into bed, pulling you into his grip ♡ burying his face in your hair and his cock in your cunt <3 ♡ and just, pass out like that ♡ heaven for him, sometimes inconvenient for you. ♡ don’t even think of trying to move though, this is his sacred time ♡ even if you could escape his beefy grip, ♡ he’s a light sleeper :) and grumpy when waken from naps :) ♡ oh, and he takes it real personally if you ruin his precious cockwarming naps

- ♥ -

You knew you should’ve said no… you’ve got groceries to get and a meeting to catch, but, when your tanned, beefy, exhausted-looking boyfriend walked through the door with heavy steps and spotted you on the couch with those tired hooded eyes, you just couldn’t resist what came next.

When he crawled over to you with that lazy smile, a husky “hey there, pretty puppy” falling from his lips, when he wraps his strong arms around your torso and pulls you in, and especially when he grinds lazily against your ass, moaning a few praises before pulling your panties to the side and stuffing himself inside. Every single time, he hums happily at the way you have to adjust, twitching and whimpering in his grip, before relaxing into his form, and every single time, he is asleep within moments.

A while later, you try to glance at the clock, your movements limited by the big spoon embrace he has you trapped in, and you just know it’s probably time to get up.

But… the soft hum of your boyfriend’s warm breath is on your neck, coming out in steady huffs, his nose nuzzled up to the skin behind your ear, and fuck. You thought you had stronger will power than this.

With his warm embrace, the way his heartbeat thuds rhythmically against your back, his taught chest rising and falling with his peaceful sleep… Honestly, nothing would have made you get out of this heavenly embrace, except maybe, the burden of responsibilities, or maybe the ache of your hips from being wrapped up with your knees toward your chest for so long. You try to shift your hips to a more comfortable angle, and he twitches inside of you, reminding you of how positively filled you are right now.

You huff, from sensation and frustration, and when the wall of muscle behind you doesn’t wake, you try your luck again. You push your legs against his thighs, trying to break free from the curled position his legs had pushed you in. You manage to free yourself some wiggle room, and you hopefully start to squirm your way out of his arms, when a sudden grip on your wrist catches your attention.

“What’re you doing?” His tired voice grumbles out, almost innocently, but you know better, you’ve been caught.

“I was… I have-“ You’re interrupted with your own gasp when he thrusts forward suddenly, pushing his now hardening cock deeper into you.

“You were what, baby? I thought you were being my cocksleeve,” he coos out the degradation with such dripping affection you almost feel guilty for waking him up from his nap. He leans in with a sigh, placing soft and sweet kisses on the skin of your neck, right below your jaw. “You’re so perfect as my little cocksleeve…”

“Shoyo,” You sigh in pleasure and relief, your eyes fluttering closed at his soft touches and warm praises, mistakenly taking his kind demeanor as a sign you were in the clear. You gasp in shock when he flips you over on your stomach in a mere moment.

“But, you woke me, so” He says, his sudden tone almost alarmingly dismissive as he sits up from you, leaving you whining at the loss of his warm chest on your back. He grips your hips in his large hands with vigor, “Now I have to punish you, okay?”

“S-Sho! Wait!” Your fingers grasp at the sheets as you tense. “Can’t,” is all he gives you, running a rough palm down your spine to squeeze your ass harshly.

“You’re my puppy, aren’t you? That means you’ll let me use you when I need you, right?”

♡ he does it to tease himself, and you ♡ can you tell this man is a masochist AND a sadist? ♡ can you tell this man has an orgasm denial kink AND an edging kink? ♡ ok anyways ♡ he’s fucking wild so he finds it hottest in really risky situations ♡ catch him pushing your skirt up and telling you to be quiet in the corner of a crowed train <3 ♡ or how about on the balcony of a crowded party? ♡ a sea of dancing people behind him, a night sky of city lights and passing cars in front of you ♡ he’ll hold you in place while spilling filth into your ears ♡ after all, as long as you stay still ♡ he just looks like a good caring boyfriend, hugging his girlfriend on the balcony <3

- ♥ -

Music and muffled voices pound dully through the glass of the closed balcony doors, colored lights flash in your periphery, mostly blocked by Tendou’s looming frame behind you as the cold wall of the balcony is pressed tight against your chest. Your fingers white-knuckle the railing in tight fists, attempting to ground yourself, as the painful stretch of your boyfriend's cock threatens to do you in. He's only halfway in you, and your head is spinning as he barely pushes more of himself inside.

Your hips jerk forward to escape the harsh stretch of his cock, but the tense tightness of your cunt won't allow you any reprieve, only succeeding to suction him in tighter as you pull forward.

“S-Shit, you better stop fucking doing that, sweet girl.” His long fingers have a mean grip on your hips, your skirt bunched in his knuckles, and you can practically feel purple forming beneath his fingertips.

He waits for you to still and then sinks farther into you. You twitch again, and he reprimands you with a harsh warning squeeze to your thigh, leaving the flesh tender and aching.

“Better listen to me pretty thing, or I’ll have to pull out and leave you an empty mess on this balcony.”

“No! Satori, please,” you pant, the muscles of your thighs and ass trembling from trying not to push back into his agonizingly still hips.

His long, curved, perfect cock is slowly driving inch by inch into your wet heat, dragging his pronounced head against your sweet spot at a speed so slow you could choke.

You whine and grab desperately at his hands, the one on the railing and the one digging painfully into your hip.

“I said, stay still angel, or this whole party will see how fucking desperate you are for me," he moans lowly, voice deep and taunting, a stark contrast to the soft kiss he plants on your cheek. He fists the flesh of your hip harder, despite you keeping yours just as still as his, and you whimper.

"Don't get us caught, and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” he practically growls in your ear, his killer grip on the balcony making the veins in his hands protrude. The throbbing of your bruised hip under his large grip and the dripping lust from his voice is too much, your knees shake and a deep, broken whine leaves your throat. Tendou shivers, releasing his hand on your side to wrap his strong arm across your waist, trapping you against him. He moans into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent.

“Fuck, unless, that's what you want, huh? You just tightened around me, does getting caught stuffed full of my cock turn you on, slut?” He's growling in your ear and you whimper, your head falling back to his shoulder, tender walls fluttering around his cock. He leans down and groans against the skin of your neck, taking the opportunity to trap you in a tighter hug against the balcony and finally push his cock into you to the hilt. His lips smile against the side of your throat as you gasp.

“That is what you want, isn’t it? You’re just a filthy fucking slut for me, aren’t you? My dirty little whore,” You quiver around him as he grunts in your ear, his aching cock twitching against your cervix.

You can tell by the way his voice shakes and grows huskier, and the way he tightens his arm around your waist, fingertips digging forcefully into your soft flesh, that he is just as weak and trembling with pleasure as you are.

“I should just fuck you right here on this balcony, shouldn’t I? Let everyone below us, everyone at this party see how good I fuck you, show them how hard I make you cum, yeah?” He’s practically panting in your ear, his cock painfully still, and painfully hard, straining in your tight, gummy walls.

“I’ll spread you open and show the whole world you’re mine, you want that?” His iron restraint has held up until now, his hips jutting forward in a moment of weakness, jolting you into the cold balcony and making you cry out his name.

“Yes, please! Tori! I’m yours!”

The pleased, sadistic chuckle that tumbles from his throat is low and vibrates you to your soaking core.

“That’s my fucking girl,”

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xandria · 3 years

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𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕦𝕡 — Bokuto Koutarou

contains - oral (m!receiving) + teasing + praising + needy!bokuto + switch!bokuto + dom!bo at the end + slight dom!reader vibes

wordcount - 2,042

summary - you didn’t know why your boyfriend was upset, he wouldn’t tell you! good thing you know just how to get your big pretty man to open up <3

There’s one sure-fire way to fix grumpy Bokuto, and that’s to fuck him.

Or, in this case, since you’re in the car on your way home, road head.

He’s pouting severely from his position in the driver’s seat and has met all of your positive advances and concerned questions with gruff one-word answers.

You sigh, fine, you figure, you know how to solve this.

You stare at your boyfriend, the angry grip of his fist on the wheel has you eyeing his large veiny hands, and the other fist tucked under his cheek as he leans on the door has you staring hard at his plush, pouty lips. As frustrating as his grumpy mode could be sometimes, you had to admit, sometimes it was stupidly cute.

Especially when you first start to seduce him, and he desperately clings to his bad mood for as long as he possibly can (spoiler alert: not very long). Seeing the blush involuntarily overtake his cheeks and the strain of him trying his hardest to keep his lips pulled into a frown was intoxicating.

And then, the delicious final breaking moment when grumpy Bokuto disappears entirely, and one of your favorites replaces him- needy, horny, touch-drunk Bokuto. Fuck, you loved him like that. Absolutely weak for your touch, he’ll beg and whine until he gets what he wants, you, and then will praise you endlessly for your good work. When he’s drunk off of you like that, high off your every move, he is ridiculously vocal in his pleasure, and physically responsive, never able to keep still, his strong hands always grabbing at you greedily in any way he can.

You are nearly drooling in your seat, sitting there picturing your very clear goal of ruining the pretty, angry man in front of you. You sat there fantasizing of what was to come, your none-the-wiser boyfriend staring hard at the road. If he had only turned to see the sultry, drooling stare his girlfriend was giving him through hooded lids, he may have immediately pulled the car over.

“Kouuu,” you muse his name with an enticing hum, unbuckling your seatbelt. He chooses not to notice, keeping his eyes on the road as he grunts in response.

You lean across the middle dash, coming closer to his face, he still doesn’t turn.

“I’ll give you a reward if you stop being grumpy”

“Whatever,” he scoffs. Yep, holding tightly to his bad mood. Oh well, you smile, it just makes the next part all the more satisfying.

You lean in close, your breath on his skin raising goosebumps he tries to ignore, you lightly press your lips on the soft spot of his neck, right beneath his ear, and he tenses.

“Are you sure?” You hum, your tongue making slow contact with his sensitive skin, causing him to shiver.

“Even if the reward is... road head?” You coo, just as you lightly bite at the already red skin on his neck.

His response is positively delicious, you can feel heat and confliction pouring off of him. His primal side tenses and clenches his fists at the thought of your pretty mouth working its magic, while the stubborn, angry side of him huffs and turns his head, refusing to let you see the blush you brought to his cheeks.

“What?” You smirk at his turned face, peppering open mouthed kisses on his now protruding jawline. “Do you not want it?” You run your hand across his taught chest, moving it up to the side of his neck to turn him towards you, not yet facing you, but just enough that you can graze your lips against his ear as you whisper, “I’ll only give it to you if you want it. You have to ask for it,”

He shudders, a breath catching in his throat as you slide your hand back down his chest, running your nails slowly over the abs under his shirt, before teasing the waistline of his pants. At this point, he’s practically a mess trying to keep it together, his previously pouting lips now parted in arousal, his face red and hot and his resolve wearing thin.

Your fingers tease the elastic of his shorts before you slip a hand inside, just over his briefs, purposefully palming his clothed erection with excruciating delicacy. You trace your fingers up his shaft at an agonizingly slow pace, and he inhales sharply.

“But, if you don’t want it,” you say, suddenly caressing his cock with more pressure, gripping it firmly as you slide your palm back down it, just knowing you’re about to get that delicious confirmation you’ve been waiting for. It erupts from his mouth in a deep whine that makes your cunt ache.

“F-Fuck, I want it babe. I want it so bad.”

A triumphant grin spreads across your face, and you return your lips to the tender skin on his neck.

“Yeah?” You hum against his skin and finally slip your hand underneath his underwear, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He moans at the sudden feeling of your skin finally touching his.

“Tell me what you want, be sure to ask nicely.”

His response is instant, a guttural groan behind his desperate and needy tone.

“Please, give me road head. Ahh shit, that sweet mouth of yours. I need it.”

That’s all you needed to hear to pull his member free from its strained place in his briefs, holding it teasingly with your fingertips. Lightly kissing the tip, you trace the tip of your tongue along the ridge with ghosting pressure, purposefully only giving delicate touches that frustrate him beyond belief.

He is a panting mess by the time you finally put your lips around his aching dick, but you only take the head into your mouth, not a bit further. He grunts in protest and, whether involuntary or not, bucks his hips up in an attempt to push deeper in your mouth.

You, however, knowing good and well your overzealous lover, saw this coming, and pulled up from him just before, using your forearm to hold his lap down.

“Ah, shit, Come on... t-take it all,” he groans, and it breaks in a whine, a pout forcing onto his aroused features.

“Uh uh, grumpy boyfriends don’t get to be impatient. I’ll take you as slowly as I want,” you smile, and to add insult to injury, you slide your tongue up flat against him, from the base to tip, and he sputters out your name like a curse.

Satisfied with his suffering, you pop his head back in your mouth and slide your mouth down all the way to the hilt, hollowing out your cheeks. Holy fuck, was he a mouthful. He responds immediately with verbal affirmation, like the perfect partner he is, a guttural moan of “Good” pulling from his throat, the hum of his baritone going straight to your cunt.

“Holy fuck, y-y/n, you look so fucking perfect right now.” He reaches one hand over to grab firmly at your ass, light-headed at the sight of you bent over the middle console for him.

You pulled up from him quickly, and the sudden lack of contact mixed with your stern, dominant tone made him whimper, “Watch the road, both hands on the wheel, or I stop.”

His hand darted away from you, the sudden sound of fists tightening around leather making you grin as you returned to your good work, bobbing rhythmically up and down his thick shaft.

“Oh my god, s-shit, so fucking good angel. Love that- huhh, perfect fucking mouth of yours,”

The more you work with your skillful mouth, the more praises and curses pour from his throat. You love what a receptive lover he is, how confident and positively wet he makes you when he tells you exactly the way you make him feel. Which, at the current moment, was heavenly.

“F-Fuck, babe, I’m gonna- we should p-pull over-”

“Keep driving. You take care of not crashing, and I’ll take care of you.”

Your eagerness to please him... holy shit. This side of you is ruining him right now. He momentarily fears for the safety of his life and his pride, because you have the reins pulled so fucking tight on him right now it’s embarrassing, honestly.

Your skilled tongue and fast-paced bobbing are making him come apart at the seams, his knuckles white and shoulders shaking, and he’s using every drop of will power to keep his eyes from clenching shut from the overwhelming stimulation. You slow your bobbing, tightening your lips as you pull up slowly to the top of his member, swirling your tongue around his sensitive head. Using your left hand to stroke the bottom of his shaft while your mouth is busy showing special attention to his head, your right hand slips under to take his heavy balls in your tight palm.

“Oh fuck, y/n! God, yes.” The way he hums and moans while you fondle his balls and suck on his sensitive head has you twitching, the sound of his voice vibrating in your soaked panties.

You slide him out of your mouth with a smile, reveling in the shake of his muscular thighs, the tightness of his abs, all the little signs in his demeanor and body language that tell you you’re doing phenomenal. You lick another long, wet stripe up his shaft. He moans, and you take his large length in again with heightened enthusiasm.

You start speeding up, his dick bottoming out in your throat with each head bob. His fingers curl and twist into your hair, tugging tight as his large palm on your scalp pushes you farther down on his cock. You specifically told him both hands on the wheel, but due to his endless symphony of deep moans and whiny praises egging you on, you figure you can let this disobedience go unpunished. Besides, with the obvious tensing of his thighs and twitching of his cock, you know he’s giving it his all not to just buck up into your mouth and fuck your pretty throat, he’s really being such a good, considerate boyfriend <3

“Fuck, shit,” He pants, and you can hear in his voice that he’s moments away from climax. You moan onto his cock as you hollow out your cheeks, and he pulls on your pretty locks trapped in his fist as his balls tighten.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, that’s my baby,” Your name falls from his lips again and again as he cums, and you swallow his load that fills your mouth with greedy ambition. You bob up and down, his sensitive shaft twitching a few more times and he hisses, pulling you hard by your hair from overstimulation.

You let his intense grip guide your head up to meet his eyes, and they are now dark and lidded with dangerous intent. The way he stares at your swollen pink lips makes you shudder.

He reaches his thumb up to swipe the dripping cum from your bottom lip, and then pushes it in your mouth, setting his thumb on your tongue.

This is one of your favorite things about your boyfriend. Some would think the sudden changes in mood would be exhausting, but usually, oh god, it took you by surprise in a way that had your panties soaking and your knees shaking.

The power has entirely shifted, a moment ago you had all the control and dominance over your needy, horny, post-grumpy boyfriend, but now, oh boy. He’s looking at you with a fierce intent of payback, his golden eyes drinking in the way you tense with nervous anticipation, and you can see the punishment waiting for you in his eyes.

Still gripping your hair tightly in his fist, he pulls you in for a quick, but devastatingly passionate kiss. He pulls away just as quickly, looking back to the road in front of him with deadly determined eyes.

“We’re pulling over.”

Your heart nearly pounds out of your chest as he whips into the closest secluded parking lot, your head spinning so fast you have no time to process the severity of your coming punishment as he throws you into the back seat, At least he isn’t grumpy anymore <3

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