#Bokuto.Spice
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Bokuto Kōtarō + Omegaverse
Summary: Dealing with alphas in their ruts was always scary, even if your body could handle it. Handling an Apex in a rut? You were sure you’d end up being torn in two and wanted to turn it down, but the alpha in question specifically requested you.. and he’s an old friend.
Warnings: female genitalia, sex work [escorting], childhood friends to lovers (basically), dubcon, creampie, rut cycle, collar and leash, f. oral receiving, threats of non-consensual bonding?, squirting, overstimulation, drugs [anti-sleeping], implied somnophilia, possessiveness, knotting
Brothels are popular to the singles looking to mingle for a night, hoping to spend it with a sweet Omega and go home satisfied. Others request an escort from businesses that offer them, having an Omega spend time with them at a love hotel. Whenever an Alpha comes around, looking for someone to spend his rut with, it means businesses get lots of money for sparing one worker to a week of steamy sessions. On the other hand, escorts will go to their house or elsewhere to spend the length of their cycle, making them quite popular but expensive.
Escorting is a bit riskier, since there’s the option to go to the Alpha’s house, but thorough background checks are conducted and almost all escorts prefer it compared to being stuck in a brothel. Since escorts are meant to spend time with their customers, many are personally requested and will even spend a day or two before the week begins. When you ended up receiving a notice you had been requested, you hadn’t expected much, just another week of dealing with a rutting Alpha. The details of it were much different, however.
“I-I can’t do that! Apexes are dangerous and much bigger than regular Alphas, I’ve never dealt with one,” you decline the offer, your boss putting her head in her hands.
“I know he’s a bit of an oddball, but he specifically requested you. He also said you two had history, if that changes anything,” she pulled out a file, his background information, and let you see it. The picture was enough to make your mouth drop. “I’ll take that as a confirmation to that,”
“He was an old high school friend, but I never knew..” you trailed off, eyes taking on a tint of sadness. Shaking your thoughts away, you look at her again. “I still cannot take this. It’s too much. Apexes ruts are much longer than average, that’s a lot of money. Did he know that?”
“He did,” she then pulls out a check. Looking at it makes your heart drop and skip a beat at the same time. “He paid extra when I told him you didn’t do Apexes and referred him to someone else. He only wants you, perhaps old feelings to mend?”
“Don’t say that. We weren’t that close,” you huff, but don’t say anything else. Even if you want to mend things up, catch up on old times, he’s probably just wanting a familiar face during his rut. Probably his first rut without someone there to help. That thought makes you sit down, hands covering your face as you think. You would need to properly prepare at his house, which means you’d be able to talk beforehand. Not only that, you’d have complete control of the situation, with your heat far away and unable to be jumpstarted. She doesn’t say anything else, letting you think on it. Eventually, you do come to a decision. “Fine. I’ll take it.”
A decision you’re beginning to regret.
Bokuto is, or was, the nicest Alpha you ever met. Even with you being younger than him, he never tried to establish dominance which so many others did. Sure, Alphas and Omegas were hardly on friendly terms but it wasn’t completely weird. It didn’t help you did develop a crush on him, only to be crushed when he graduated and pretty much left you behind completely. Him remembering you came as a shock, but it was more surprising that he wanted to spend his rut with you. You’ve changed, leaving behind those feelings, but his appearance has you wondering if he’s changed, too.
Despite the nerves in your stomach, you go ahead and knock on his door, double checking to see if it’s the right house. Of course it is, as you hear heavy footsteps running to the door. Bokuto’s as big as ever, easily covering your view into his house as he stands there. “Hey, long time no see!”
“Hello, Bokuto-san. It’s been a long while, hasn’t it?” You smile, walking into his house. He shuts the door while you scan the room. Large and definitely belonging to someone with money, you find yourself nervous all over again. “I expected a crazier house, actually,”
He laughs at that, scratching his neck. “Well it was a bit messy, but the place mentioned cleanliness so I got Kuroo to help me clean it. Oh!” He claps his hand, running off somewhere. You stand there, bewildered, until he comes back with a piece of paper. “They also mentioned requests? To help?”
“Oh, yeah! Things to help you that I can do, like wearing your clothes or cologne, even making some kind of snacks, but I’m not good at that so my talents are limited,” you shrug, giving an awkward smile. He nods, but smiles right back. “And possible behaviors during your rut will also help, but it’s not a big deal if you don’t know,”
“I do have that! I’m pretty aware during my rut since I have to still take care of myself, so I generally know what’s going on,” he says, scratching his cheek. He seems just as nervous as you, making you feel a bit better.
“Okay, well,” you clap your own hands, then gesture to the couch. “Let’s sit down and talk for a few. After all, im here early to prepare.” With you both sitting on the couch, he goes over his list while you help him and discuss anything that he questions or worries you.
The next day is supposed to be the day of his rut, so you make sure to borrow some of his shirts. You can’t help but feel like his actual mate, adorning the large shirt that has his number on it. With a few scattered shirts around the guest bed, you can only sleep and wait for tomorrow, a box of necessities for the next week beside you.
You’re woken up by the feeling of warmth, almost leaning into the heat until you feel hands on your thighs. Despite having this happen before, you still momentarily panic and that brings Bokuto’s nose to your neck, rubbing against the skin as he moves his hands to your waist. His shirt is moved off of you, showing the panties you’re wearing, which are quickly disposed of. Completely awake, you turn towards him, making him get up as he keeps his nose buried in your neck. With him so close, it’s hard to ignore the overpowering cedar scent that permeates your senses. It’s enough to make your vision blurry as arousal pooling in your gut, not only his scent but also the obvious boner he’s rutting against you.
He seems like he’s holding back, but he’s just properly scenting you. With his hands trailing over you, spreading your legs while he rubs his cock against your quickly slicking folds, his nose rubbing against you, it’s only natural to conclude that’s what he’s doing. In return, you wrap your arms around his neck and rub your fingers into his neck, calming him with your touch. It’s enough to sate his scenting tendencies, his head moving down as your hands hang in the air, waiting for his next move.
His next move is between your legs, pressing wet kisses down your stomach until he’s there, golden eyes flickering to yours for a second. With you watching, he makes sure to get comfortable as he presses his lips to your pussy. Although you’re wet enough for him to start if he wanted to, you appreciate the pleasure you’re receiving just by his lips, them pressing to your sensitive clit, and his tongue, dipping into your cunt. His hands are big as they press into your flesh, keeping your legs apart for him as he uses his mouth to completely devour you.
His tongue easily manages to bring you to an orgasm alone, his lips wrapping around your pussy to drink up any juices that spill out. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the strands as he groans, burying his face in even deeper as he focuses on your clit, tongue swirling around it. One hand trails from your thigh, two fingers slipping into your cunt until he’s easily adding a third, getting you to gush around just those three while he continues to suck on your clit. With his hand drenched and the sheets soaked from you alone, he brings his lips up over your pussy, licking and sucking on the skin he finds.
You keep his shirt on, holding the hem up as you watch him slowly ascend up your body, a gaze that demands you to not break eye contact. When he makes it up to your neck again, he licks against your scent glands as you shiver, nails digging into his biceps. His cock is once more pressed to your folds, the underside rubbing between them and getting soaked while he wraps his arms around you. While he’s content with that, soft whines and growls coming from him to assure that, your hand leaves his arm to rummage in the box nearby. It’s hard to find it blind, but your fingers finally brush against leather, gripping it as you pull it out.
As a precaution, you will attach a leash to his collar as away of having control. A sharp tug should be enough to get him to falter or stop in whatever he’s doing, so you don’t worry with trying to get anything else. Bokuto, although he’s pretty deep in his rut, should have enough sense to snap from it. Instincts or not, Alphas tend to stop when their mate, or temporary partner in this case, show displeasure. It’s hard to move his collar around, showing the metal hook to attach the leash, with him constantly rubbing himself against you, but you manage to hook it up and wrap the handle in your fist, giving an experimental tug.
As expected, he whines, moving from your neck as he looks at you with lidded eyes, hips still rubbing his cock against you. You expected an Apex to be much more.. rough and territorial, but he’s definitely better than most Alphas you’ve slept with. When you smile at him, he seems to calm down at that, pressing his lips to yours for a brief moment. Uncommon, but not completely out of bounds. When he breaks it, he moves back and begins to get rough.
It’s like a rope snapped, letting him loose. Easily moving you until you’re on all fours, he manages to not tangle you with the leash. In position, he mounts you as glides his cock inside, keeping his weight pressed on your upper half so only your ass is in the air. He’s much bigger than expected, so you have to pull on the leash so he doesn’t go all the way in, worried of the pain. Even though he doesn’t stop, he manages to slow down until your head is completely pressed into the pillow. With your grip slack, he pushes all the way in as your legs shake, toes curling. Feeling him completely spread you open and bottom out inside you has your eyes rolling as you feel a burning heat in your stomach, hand gripping the bedsheets.
He wastes no time in letting you settle in the accomplishment, immediately caging you to the mattress as his hips slam against yours ass, heavy pants and moans leaving his lips that overpower your meek moans. Each slap of his hips has more slick gushing from you, completely drenching his cock and knot as they push against you. More drags of his cock in and out of you has your head feeling fuzzy, mind falling into a state of pleasure as you gush once more, legs tightening up as the orgasm washes over you. A scream comes from you as he lifts one of your legs, temporarily switching positions to somehow reach even deeper inside of you while you grip the leash, overstimulation settling in fast. Your poor cunt is sore just from a few thrusts, rubbed raw from his cock moving against the sensitive walls.
Bokuto, however, only moves you back onto your back, putting you into a proper mating position as he grunts when you tug. Eyes widening, you panic as he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it in the slightest, in fact only going to drill into you harder with each desperate tug. Fully gone, all you can do is suffer from stimulation as he presses your legs close to your chest, head over yours as you breathe in his musky scent, sending pleasure through your veins as your toes curl and cunt squeezes down on him. With another orgasm ripped from you, all you can do is squeal and scream as he continues to slam down into you, waiting for his own release.
When he brings his head back down to yours, keeping you caged with his arms as yours press against the wall above you, you know he’s coming close. Each huff and pant next to your ear is mixed with murmurs of possessiveness and dirty words that have stars popping behind your vision. Another pump of his cock and a harsh slam of his hips has his knot popping into you, eyes crossing as your back arches as much as it can, creaming around his as fluids gush against his skin. Tears stream down your face as you grit your teeth, feeling his hot cum completely fill you up to the point your stomach bulges at the fill.
Generally, when Alphas knot, they come down from their high temporarily. Instead of doing that, Bokuto continues to rub into you as much as he can painlessly, his tongue licking the sweat from your skin as you grip the leash. He may not have listened to your tugging for slowing down or stopping, but now you’re worried he might try to bond with you. Each graze of his teeth has you high on adrenaline, but your exhaustion is coming quick and you’re worried you can’t be completely conscious for the next round.
Oh well, you think, reaching into the box to pull out some energy medicine. It should help, but you don’t know for how long until you’re needing more.
#BB.Kinky#BB.Dark#haikyuu smut#tw.dubcon#tw.possessiveness#tw.noncon#tw.somnophilia#tw.squirting#tw.overstimulation#Bokuto smut#Bokuto.Spice#Mr. Kōtarō#Birdie.Kinktober#Kinktober 2021
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Dilf!Bokuto Kōtarō + Age Gap —
Summary: Moving to a new house on the edge of the city seems like a great idea, especially when your neighbor is more than willing to help out. Even if he’s a bit older than you, he’s still quite attractive. You soon find you’re not the only one with feelings like that.
Warnings: female genitalia, kitchen sex, Bokuto in sweatpants, bit of foreplay (fingering but not really), the kitchen is clean, creampie, bit of biting, some crying
A new job, a new home, a new start of life was the plan. With a working from home job, you decided to move somewhere out of the city and away from crazy neighbors. One instance of a screaming match gave you all the reasons you needed to find somewhere new. The house? A nice cozy home on the outskirts of Osaka. It still had a few neighbors around, but they were mostly older folks who came for the lack of city life, or those who lived with family.
The house itself was far from your original apartment in Tokyo, so hiring some people to move your stuff was way out of your price range, especially with you only having a desk to be moved into your new home. So, renting a large car and moving in yourself was the plan. Even without someone helping, you figured you could definitely get everything inside. That was, until you ended up almost dropping the desk, cursing as you slammed your fingers against the car. After waving some old women off, apologizing for cursing, you heard someone call for you.
“Hey! Do you need some help?” They called out, getting you to turn around and see an older man with silver and black hair, with a bit of sweat staining his shirt. “I was in my yard when I heard you, sounded like you needed help?”
“Ah, yeah— well, no. Sorry for disturbing you I didn’t think it’d be hard to move my desk into the house,” you bow, then put your hands together. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you help me get the desk inside? I’ll even pay you back, if you want!”
The man just laughed, shaking his head. “No need to pay me back, I offered after all. Just tell me where to go,” he patted your head, while you looked to see him pick up the whole box of your desk. Effortlessly, of course, which made you feel weak in comparison. When he turned back around, standing and smiling, you finally got your brain to catch up with your body and started walking to the house.
“Just.. set it down in here. I gotta figure out where it goes, anyways, and it does need to be put back together,” you mention, stopping in the front room. He grunted a bit when he set it down, but then he slid it against the wall. “Uh, thank you, again, for this,”
“You’re welcome. By the way, name’s Bokuto Kōtarō. I actually live in the house beside you. I was wondering who bought this house, since it’s been for sale for so long,”
“Nice to meet you, Bokuto,” you say, then introduce yourself. “I decided to work from home, so I moved out of the hectic city. Tokyo’s not as much fun when you don’t have to leave your apartment,”
“Tokyo? A long way from home, aren’t you? Well, if you need any help, you can always ask me. I don’t do much except yard work, really. Sometimes my kids come over, but that’s usually on holidays,”
“K-Kids?” You stutter, then try to compose yourself. Of course an attractive man would have kids. Duh. “I forgot people had kids, I’ve so focused with work, sorry if that sounded weird, but yeah! I’ll keep that in mind if I need help, which I might,” you chuckle, then sigh. “Uh, if you want, I could make you dinner? For helping me, of course,”
“No, that’s fine, I was just being a nice neighbor, that’s all,”
“Then can I ask another favor? Let me cook for you so I don’t feel guilty,” you offer, smiling when he rolls his eyes, but a grin plastered on his face.
“Won’t take no for an answer? If you insist, I’ll let you cook for me. I’ll also help you finish unloading and unpacking, if you want,”
After he helped you do just that, Bokuto also worked on putting your desk back together for you, as well as ordering things you’d need for the house. He made sure to check on you periodically as well, checking to see if you needed help or wanted some fresh vegetables, since he had a garden he was working on. Through these exchanges, you end up learning more about the attractive neighbor. Not only does he live alone, seeing as his wife divorced him years ago, he rarely sees his kids since they have lives of their own. Feeling bad, you offered to make his life a bit brighter by making him food, especially sweets, whenever you could.
One day, after baking a batch of strawberry cookies, you decide to drop in to Bokuto’s house to see if he wanted any. The neighborhood was relatively safe, so Bokuto tended to leave his door unlocked during the day in case you needed anything. If it had been locked, you knew where the spare key was, but he left it unlocked for today. Walking into the house, you couldn’t get over how different it was from yours, filled with trinkets he’s collected over the years and the family portraits on the wall.
After closing the door, you call out to him while you head for the kitchen. Hearing nothing, you worry that perhaps he is asleep or out of the house, but then you hear some footsteps deeper in the house. Looking up from the plate of cookies, your eyes immediately are drawn to Bokuto’s bare chest, a towel around his shoulders as he rubs his damp hair. “Oh! I—”
“I didn’t expect you over here so early. Usually you have work, don’t you?” He says, not bothered by your presence. After all, you’re always invited over to his house no matter the reason. You do feel bad for walking into his house when he’s busy, especially if he’s taking a shower.
“Yes, well, I, uh,” you stutter, trying to find what to say. “I made cookies so I thought that you would like some. Strawberry cookies,” you end up saying, nodding as you try to focus on his face and not his chest. It doesn’t help you can also see his happy trail, sweatpants loose on his hips. Any lower is blocked by the kitchen island, thankfully, but you don’t allow an obvious stare at anything.
“Oh, really? I’ve never had some before!” And like that, he’s moving beside you to try some freshly baked cookies. Continuously keeping your eyes trained on the cookie he takes from the batch and popping it in his mouth, you attempt a smile as you await his praise. “Mm! This is good!” He manages around a mouthful of food. With them warm from the oven, he takes another as he moans, enjoying the taste. Finding it to be a bit much, you decide maybe it’s best to leave. “Y’know, you’re gonna make someone very happy with your cooking skills,”
“Well, I doubt that. Most people my age look for hookups and I don’t get much of a chance to cook for them. Thank you, though,” you say, then lightly clap your hands together. “That’s all I wanted—”
“A damn shame. I’d definitely stick around for some home cooking,” he continues to say, smiling as he eats another cookie. You can’t stop yourself from getting bashful, your words stuttering as you clear your throat, looking at the cookies as you get your mind on the right track. He just keeps smiling and staring at you, watching your reactions.
“Well, I suppose, um, younger people don’t rely on it much, I suppose,” you try to fix your brain, slowing down your words. “I’ve been on dates where it’s eating out and takeout, but, like I said, thank you for, uh, enjoying my- my food and w-well,” your brain kind of sputters out, eyes blinking as you try to think of something to say. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, bringing a hand to your chin as he forces you to look up at him.
“You deserve so much better, you know that?” He simply says, but the way he says it and the way he looks at you tells you to either leave or shoot your shot. Rocking on your legs, you rub your thighs together as your hand covers his, taking it off of you.
“I don’t know if I do, but thank you. I should probably go, though,” you whisper, feeling your heartbeat speed up as you encourage yourself to leave. Of course that doesn’t work, seeing as he just brings himself closer, hand clasping yours as his other hand rests against the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. The simple movement has your movements freezing, knowing what’s coming but not wanting to jump to conclusions. When his lips finally mesh against yours, you can only let yourself fall closer to him, wanting more as he tilts your head back. It’s short, but it doesn’t stop there.
He only breaks the kiss to look down at you through lidded eyes, your face showing no hint of disgust or being repelled, so he dives in again and pushes you back as he does. The small force from him pushing against you has your hand leaving his, grasping the edge of the island to ground yourself. Using that to his advantage, he goes to push you against the island, hands leaving your neck as they place themselves on either side of you. Another break of the kiss, but he doesn’t move too far away from you.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea,” he mumbles, lips close enough to yours you can feel them moving. You want to push against him, you want more from him, but you wait for him to say more. “If you’ll let me—”
“Please, just do it,” you practically beg, pressing yourself against him once again. This time, his hands leave the counter, rubbing against your sides as he slips a few fingers into the waistband of your pants. The extra space gives the pants easy access to slip down around your ankles, Bokuto’s hand diving between your legs as he feels against you, two fingers rubbing against your panties and feeling your wetness. Moaning into the kiss, you push on his chest to break the kiss, but he just attaches his lips to your neck. “Don’t— Don’t tease me,” you whine, leaning against the island as your legs feel weak.
“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he mumbles against your skin, fingers pulling your panties away from your pussy and letting them drop the rest of the way, joining the pants as he keeps rubbing his fingers against you. Swirling them around your clit, teasing your clenching hole, he makes sure to touch every inch as his lips pepper against your neck and collarbone, your own hands digging into his shoulders. He plays with you so much, fingers pinching and rubbing your clit, you let out a strangled moan as your legs weaken completely, but he’s there to catch you.
Just like he said, he has you. Keeping you up with one hand, he digs his fingers in the flesh of your ass while he flicks your little bud, keeping you twitching against him. It isn’t until you release a wanton moan, teeth digging into his shoulder as he feels drool and tears hit his skin does he grant you mercy. Completely soaked, his fingers pull away and rub the excess against your thigh, hiking your waist higher as he gets himself out. Unable to see anything, you can only feel him as he rubs the head of his cock against your pussy, between your folds, rubbing your juices all over your ass and his cock.
“You gonna take all of me? Hm, are you?” He whispers in your ear, a grin on his face as he presses a kiss under your ear as he pops his cock into your hole. You can confidently say he’s bigger than you expected, velvety walls gushing around him as he enters that makes him groan right in your ear. He doesn’t need to wait for you to adjust, walls eagerly accepting the intrusion as he bottoms out inside you, your juices soaking his hair and balls, staining his pants. You’re holding onto his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he begins thrusting up into you, legs clenching tight around his waist.
A couple of bounces and Bokuto’s changing the position, keeping you bouncing as he adjusts. Hooking his arms under your knees, he holds you up and moves your body to his pleasure while you scramble to hold on with each thrust. Slapping of skin echoes in the kitchen, your mewls and his moans mixing in with the lewd noises. Each bounce has your cunt drooling around his cock, drenching his balls that slap against your ass and sticking his hair to his skin, short hairs rubbing against you. A particularly hard thrust has you arching, nails breaking skin as your cunt clenches, creaming around his cock.
“Such a good pussy, so eager,” he practically growls, keeping one hand on your ass as his other hand pushes you against him once more, keeping up the pace as he helps you ride out an orgasm. He keeps slapping his hips against yours as you continue to whine and beg, gibberish leaving your lips as your mind is muddled with pleasure. Each thrust brings him closer to his own end, but then you’re dropping and being gently laid against the cold floor of the kitchen. “Fuck,” is all he mutters, using the different position to drill his hips into yours as you try to keep your legs spread. With the overstimulation setting in, you’re unable to but Bokuto is quick to hold them open, pinning them down as he shows no mercy on your poor pussy. It only takes a few brutal thrusts for him to wrap his arms around you, hips stuttering as his groans turn to whines.
“Where— where-” is all he can get out, teeth grit. Your hands keep him pressed close against you, moving your heels to press into his lower back as he can’t hold back, spilling his load into your sensitive walls as he moans. With one arm wrapped around your neck, he keeps you pressed against his sweaty and sticky skin as he pumps you full, rutting against your sensitive clit as your walls continue to gush around him.
As he comes down from his orgasm, you run your nails lightly over the muscles on his back, along each dip, until you’re threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him off your shoulder to kiss him. He’s eager to return it, adjusting his position that has you both moaning into the kiss, legs tightening around him once more.
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Another request I accidentally deleted (though I don’t remember doing so but I take responsibility) but the main focus was overstimulation on Kenma so if it isn’t what the requester wanted, I apologize!
Warnings: alcohol mention, overstimulation, foursome, anal, nipple play, handjob(s), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, cum play, fingers in mouth, spit, lube, not much talking
BokuAkaKuroKen + Overstimulation — Kenma receiving
Bokuto and Kuroo were always a duo you loved and hated in a way. Together they were the life of the party and would often be the last ones standing, if not solely because Bokuto kept Kuroo from falling asleep or passing out after a few drinks. Loved, for those reasons, but hated because they often forgot filters around each other and perhaps others wouldn’t want to hear what’s going on or that their partners small secrets would slip by unnoticed. For the most part, Akaashi and Kenma were aware of these and didn’t need to bother with worrying too much, but sometimes some bedtime secrets would be loosed from lips without their knowledge.
“A few tweaks to his nipples and he’s practically putty in my hand,” Kuroo smirks, giving a lidded gaze full of pride towards Bokuto. “Akaashi can’t beat that,”
“Of course he can! All I takes is knowledge of where to poke and stroke, if you get what I mean,” Bokuto winks, but Kuroo isn’t buying it.
“I meant outside, not inside. Obviously that’ll get him sensitive. Can you get Akaashi to cry before even putting your hands on his lower area?”
“I mean.. I haven’t tried. I usually go in for the thighs first, so I’m already down there. Sometimes he’s ticklish, so I have to be careful, though,”
“Him? Ticklish? I can’t see it,” Kuroo shakes his head, leaning back against his chair while sipping on his coffee. Bokuto, with his hand on his chest and a horrified expression on his face, straightens his back.
“His laugh is wonderful and it’s only in certain areas, but he’s one of the most sensitive when it comes to tickling. In fact, I’ll even prove it when he gets back,” he practically inaudible ‘hmph’a when he finishes his sentence, but the conversation switches to other things in no time at all.
Akaashi and Kenma leave them two to talk while they go and do their own things, but never leave them alone for long. Soon after they’ve switched topics, both of their boyfriends come back with bags of new books, as well as the newest gaming console Kenma wanted. Bokuto had forgotten about his mentions of ticklish Akaashi, and soon enough Kuroo and Kenma were leaving and heading back to Kenma’s place.
Kuroo may have forgotten about it and Bokuto may have forgotten about tickling, but one thing he couldn’t forget was Kuroo mentioning how sensitive Kenma was. He wanted to see Akaashi get overly sensitive just from his nipples, just a few fleeting touches that have him crying out for more. Yet, he knew Akaashi better than that and knew his nipples weren’t as sensitive as Kenma’s supposedly were. Even more than that, he knew Akaashi would be suspicious if he tried to tease an area he had previously never paid much attention to.
In fact, it wasn’t long until Bokuto called Kuroo and asked for tips on stimulating Akaashi without getting to the main course. He had faith in his abilities to render Akaashi a tear-filled mess within seconds, but he refused to have not beaten Kuroo in something as simple as this. Kuroo, however, could only grin in pride as he told Bokuto there wasn’t a way for him to beat him if Akaashi wasn’t as sensitive. “It just isn’t in your cards, the deck is different and the game is similar but not the same,”
“Then I just need to prove myself with Kenma’s body, right?” Bokuto said, not putting too much thought into it. Kuroo was stunned, but not for long before an idea was planted in his head. “Though I guess—”
“That’s a great idea. I’ll show you how it’s done and we can get him into a puddle within seconds. You can even bring Akaashi, so he can see what it’s like for Kenma,” Kuroo interrupted, making Bokuto freeze as his words registered.
“Okay!”
Kenma’s shy about his body being on display, but he can’t deny he somewhat enjoys the attention he receives from his three friends. With Bokuto’s intense gaze while he makes sure to please Akaashi with his hands, Kenma can only really focus on the way Kuroo’s cold fingers flick his nipples, his spit coating them to add to the coldness. Kuroo’s hands are completely absorbed in tending to Kenma’s nipples, his cock is throbbing with pleasure without even being touched. It doesn’t help he can see how Akaashi’s falling apart with flushed cheeks and small tears just from Bokuto’s hand alone, that and his determination to not let Akaashi finish until Kenma does.
A pinch to his sensitive nipples spells the end for Kenma’s resistance, his teeth clenched as drool spills from his lips and his body jerks as his cum splatters against the bed, oozing into the creases. Almost immediately after his post-orgasmic gaze has cleared, he hears a strangled cry from Akaashi as his body twitches on Bokuto’s, head thrown back as Bokuto’s hand is coated with sticky cum. Some of it drips onto the floor, but most of it goes into Akaashi’s mouth as Bokuto presses his fingers to his lips, mouth opening mindlessly to lick and suck on the digits.
With the tutorial over, Kuroo and Bokuto switch spots so Bokuto’s behind Kenma, with Kuroo bringing Akaashi to the bed and sitting behind him. Now it’s time for Kenma and Akaashi to see how well their friends can please them, how they please and tease best. With Kuroo behind Akaashi, he uses the same method on a slightly overstimulated Akaashi, rubbing cold fingers against perky nipples that have Akaashi sighing in pleasure. Bokuto makes sure to prep Kenma, coating his fingers in lube as he pushes them in to spread him out.
Pushing two thick fingers in has him practically melting into Bokuto’s arms, his cock twitching as more cum gushes out, splattering against Akaashi’s thighs. Akaashi’s cock is hard, but it only throbs and bobs, waiting for attention. Kenma is only still in the beginning of getting prepped for Bokuto’s hard cock, yet he can’t even keep his head up long enough to see Kuroo and Akaashi, too busy drowning in so much pleasure all at once. He does raise his enough when he hears Akaashi gasp, and feels a presence in his lap near his cock.
With lube coating Bokuto’s cock, the bottle is passed to Kuroo who coats his own cock and preps Akaashi for entry. Akaashi, who is currently using his tongue and limited consciousness to lap at Kenma’s cock, fingers digging into his thighs as Bokuto enters him. The stretch is more than he expected, a strangled meal erupting from him as Bokuto enters him in one fell swoop, completely splitting him and hurling him into another orgasm. Without warning, his cum coats Akaashi’s face, who managed to close his eyes in time, and his hand.
When Kuroo pushes into Akaashi, his eyes roll back as he hangs his mouth open in an ‘o’, letting spit and drool drip onto Kenma’s lower regions that quickly have his cock springing back to life, his cock red from stimulation as tears stream down his face. Giving a couple of thrusts to Akaashi, Kuroo uses his hand to keep Akaashi’s head down so he can suck off Kenma while Bokuto fucks him. Akaashi does so, swirling his tongue over Kenma’s sensitive tip before taking all of his cock in his mouth and bobbing to Kuroo’s thrusts.
Bokuto also begins thrusting, using his arms to move Kenma in rhythm to Akaashi’s sucking, attaching his lips to Kenma’s throat as he makes marks blossom on the skin. Big and red, Bokuto makes sure to nip his skin with teeth that has Kenma crying out each time as his own hands find their way to his nipples, teasing and playing with them as stimulations come from every direction. Bokuto hasn’t even barely begun and he’s already overly sensitive, his body flushed.
By the time Bokuto’s thrusts stutter and he just leans back as he watches Kuroo fuck Akaashi, who is still sucking Kenma off, Kenma has almost passed out from the stimulation. Finally, Kuroo pauses in his thrusts, moving his hand to Akaashi’s sensitive cock that finally has him finishing, bringing Kuroo to his orgasm as well. Watching as they come undone together, Kenma can’t help but clench around Bokuto, desperate for his release. Merciful as he is, Bokuto give another couple of thrusts that hit Kenma’s sweet spot before he’s painting his walls white, filling him up until it’s overflowing and Kenma’s orgasm is hard hitting, but little comes out due to his previous ones.
Satisfied and full, Kenma all but passes out on Bokuto’s lap, his hands going towards his nipples and his sensitive cock. Pressing his lips to Kenma’s neck, Bokuto glances at Kuroo who is lovingly rubbing his hands over Akaashi, soothing him. They both look towards Bokuto, while all three share a smile.
Definitely something to try again.
#BB.Requests#BB.Kinky#haikyuu smut#Mr. Kōtarō#Mr. Keiji#Mr. Tetsurō#Mr. Kenma#Kozume.Spice#Bokuto.Spice#Akaashi.Spice#Kuroo.Spice#tw.alcohol#tw.overstimulation#bokuakakuroken smut#BokuAka smut#kuroken smut#bokuto’s the main character I’m not sorry#tw.dacryphilia#tw.orgasm denial
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Request: Msby Bokuto with infinity supply of energy doesn't realize he's overstimulating y/n. He just likes his s/o looking all fucked out, tears streaming down their face.
Mm the original Himbo
Warnings: possessiveness, overstimulation, crying/dacryphilia, creampie(s), rough handling, scent kink/olfactophlia, squirting
Bokuto + Overstimulation
You knew he couldn’t hold back, but you also knew he didn’t know how far he could push you in such a short amount of time.
It felt as if only moments ago he had come home, still sweaty and bouncing on his feet as he wrapped you in his arms, ignoring your scolding remarks of him hugging you while he’s wet. His sweat practically had his Black Jackals jersey clinging to his skin, the musty scent seeping into your nose. It was disgusting and you wanted him to be clean before cuddles, but he quickly discarded his shirt, letting your mind wander as your eyes raked over his chest, muscles clenching and flexing as he took it off. You were snapped out of it once the sweaty material was in your face, leaving your boyfriend standing shirtless as he grinned.
“Wear it for me, why don’t’cha?”
The musty smell had probably soaked into the fabric for so long it would never come out, but the material also had to soaked up your drool as you bit down on it. Constant battering of Bokuto’s hips against yours had you seeing stars, holding onto the material with your hands and your mouth, inhaling every scent around you as you tried to not lose consciousness. Even tears had begun to seep into the fabric, but Bokuto just continued to push his thick cock into your tiny hole, pushing you further into overstimulation. You knew he always got you twitching before he was done with you, making sure that there would be copious amounts of cum spilling from your abused cunt.
“You feel so good,” he grunts, hips continuing to snap up to meet yours. His ball were heavy and would smack against your hardened clit, making your meals that much sweeter to his ears. “So nice and tight,” he continues, his hands running up your sides and going up under his shirt, kneading your breasts. “Looking so fuckin’ pretty in my jersey. It’s like I won twice,” he mumbles, lips pressed to your nape as he pinches and tweaks your nipples, your automatic reaction being to twitch as he does. Within a minute of your last orgasm, you’re creaming all over his cock again, milky fluid dripping down from your cunt when he pulls out and plopping on the mattress, the sound barely noticeable under his grunts and your mewls of pleasure.
More tears bead out of your eyes as your vision gets blurry, you stomach twisting and turning as he’s relentless in his thrusts. “Bo— I— it’s—“ you try to get out, more tears streaming down your cheeks as words fail you. Bokuto wipes away the tears as best as he can, even wiping away the bit of snot bubbling from your nose.
“Shh, it’s okay, I gotcha. It’s okay, come on, it’s okay to cry,” he coos, as if he isn’t battering your insides. With his gentle affirmation, you’re once more clenching his jersey as you press your nose into the neckline, inhaling his scent as you feel a gush of liquid shoot out of you, some droplets dripping between your legs while you cover Bokuto’s balls in your juices. He groans as he feels it, balls continuing to slam into you as he comes up on his next release. You scream as you continue to squirt, even as he grunts once more before stilling, a hefty amount of cum filling you once more as some pushes out from where you two are connected.
You think you’re done, but Bokuto loves to see how messy he can make you. Plus, you’re not twitching quite yet. With a whine as he pumps his cock in your pussy again, you accept your fate.
#haikyuu smut#BB.Kinky#BB.Requests#Mr. Kōtarō#Bokuto.Spice#tw.overstimulation#tw.possessiveness#tw.olfactophilia#tw.dacryphilia#cw.squirting#Bokuto smut
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Request: Bokuto liked to fuck you in the locker room with everyone watching and jerking off to your sounds.
Tasteful
Warnings: school setting, dubcon (you don’t know the guys are there), exhibitionism/voyeurism, wall sex (Bokuto holds you up for a majority of it), creampie, yandere-ish??, kinda manipulative Bokuto, implied squirting
Bokuto + Locker room
After a match, one of Bokuto’s favorite things was to spend his excess energy. It didn’t matter if it was a practice match or a real match — every match he did was important and used his full focus. The thrill of winning was much greater if it was an official match, but the dejected looks on his opponents faces always swelled his body with adrenaline. Even if they weren’t great, they had room to improve and would show to be a greater challenge next time. Just another obstacle to overcome.
You were often the helping hand in spending in excess energy. Tending to him after everyone left, nobody in the large locker room to hear your moans bouncing of the walls or your screams as Bokuto fucked every last bit of his energy out on you. Even now, grabby hands slipping in the waistband of your panties as he’s too impatient to bother taking off your skirt. The other guys hadn’t all left yet, you can tell from the filled lockers you passed on the way to the showers. The water wasn’t running this time, it was just room for privacy as Bokuto was utterly impatient today. “Bo- we can’t. Not yet, the guys—“
“They left,” he mumbles, lips brushing against your ear that has you shuddering. “I heard ‘em. All gone. You’re all mine,” he mumbles again, teeth taking your earlobe between them as he rubs his hard on between your legs, brushing against wet panties.
“Hah— I’m not too sure. Can you- can you check? Pl-plea— oh!” You’re cut off as Bokuto’s fingers greedily enter you, rubbing your clit with his thumb and spreading your slick all over your folds. He just hums to your concerns, writing them off as he continues to play with your pussy. In a few seconds, your nails are digging into his shoulders as you hike your leg higher on his waist, desperate for more.
Completely forgetting about any spectators.
Bokuto knew his teammates knew what you guys did when they left. Each time, you’d end up waiting longer for each one to leave because they wanted to see the show. Each time, you’d make him wait until he was practically bursting at the seams. Making it so you’d forget about being found out meant he had more time to indulge in you and less time waiting. Even as he heard the door open and closing, you were too lost in bliss as his fingers worked you steadily towards an orgasm.
Right as you were about to finish, he removed his fingers. “Bokuto” you whine, seeking friction against his shorts. Chuckling, he pulls down his shorts and boxers, cock hard and leaking, pressing up against your thigh.
“Beg for me, babe. C’mon, I know you can do it,” he says, a bit louder than he has been. Your whines rise in volume, sweet words begging for him to fuck you senseless. It’s all he needs. You’re completely ignorant of what’s going on outside the bathroom stall and completely focused on him, just as you should be. “That’s a good girl,” he presses his lips against yours, albeit a bit messy, as he pushes himself inside you.
It’s a tight fit — it always is with him. A hand digs into the flesh of your ass, finger tapping in a command. Obediently, you wrap both your legs around him as he pushes you against the wall, keeping your weight entirely dependent on him for the most part. The thrill of knowing he won’t drop you has you clenching around him, the sheer display of strength as he starts up a fast and harsh rhythm. Pain is numbing and pleasure is quick to take over, his balls slapping against your wet cunt and ass is the only thing registering aside from your moans. Piercing and wanton, you let him know you’re enjoying it. Even as his thrusts have you bouncing so hard that your hands occasionally lose their grip. Completely focused on demolishing your pussy, he doesn’t even register your constant fight to stay conscious and held on.
He’s too busy thinking of how tight you are and how nice his cock looks when it’s covered in your juices. Thinking of how his teammates are probably fucking their fists as he fucks you, knowing they’ll never get to see the sight but they’ll be able to hear just how undone you get. He’ll be the only one to see how your eyes roll back and legs tighten around him. He’ll be the only one to feel how your walls gush around him and how your nails dig into his flesh, marking your territory, all as you reach a height of pleasure only he can give you.
When Bokuto’s pace gets sloppy and less focused, he presses his lips against yours, messily swallowing your mewls as he pumps you full of his cum. No matter what, he’ll make sure he finishes inside of you as he enjoys watching it drip out.
When he knows his team are getting their things packed up to actually leave, he decides he’ll fuck you one more time. This time, though, he wants you to squirt all over the benches.
#haikyuu smut#BB.Requests#BB.Kinky#BB.Dark#Mr. Kōtarō#tw.dubcon#tw.yandere#tw.manipulation#cw.creampie#tw.exhibitionism#tw.voyeurism#Bokuto.Spice
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Threesome with Bokuto Kōtarō and Akaashi Keiji
Alpha!Bokuto x Beta!Reader x Beta!Akaashi
Warnings: Omegaverse, double penetration, dubcon, creampies, some BokuAka action (bc those are my babies), this is long
Summary: After presenting as a Beta, your mother decided being friends with an Alpha wasn’t good for him. After moving, you befriended another Beta, Akaashi Keiji. After years of not getting over your childhood crush, you never expected to see him again as your best friend’s mate. Akaashi can’t take care of Bokuto through his entire rut, so he lets Bokuto have some fun. There’s a lot of catching up to do between you two, anyways.
— 5 years old, [Y/N]
“You need to stop hanging around that boy, [Y/N],” your mother had said to you one evening. You had looked at her confused, wondering what Kōtarō had to do with your homework. She continued, ignoring the look on your face. “He’s presented as an Alpha. You need to stop hanging around him.”
“That doesn’t matter, mommy. He’s my friend,” you had said, not quite understanding. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
“[Y/N], listen to me. He doesn’t want to be with someone like you. Stop hanging out with him.” At the time, you didn’t understand what your mother was saying. You thought that she had thought your friend didn’t want you as a friend. You’d prove her wrong when you finished your homework.
You had finished the work and immediately went to yours and Kōtarō’s spot, seeing the familiar spiked up hair on the young boy. His frown was unusual, though. “Kō-chan?”
“My mom said we can’t hang out anymore,”
— present day
You woke to the alarm from your phone, the rhythmic beat of the song shooing away the traces of sleep. Your eyes fall to the calendar across your room, seeing you had to work today. With a promise of a hot bath and a treat of ramen after your shift, you are able to get out of bed and get ready to start the day.
Your work shift was simple, just taking orders and making coffee for customers, occasionally bringing treats to customers at the tables. It was normal, right down to when your friend walked in. “Keiji!”
“[Y/N],” he smiled, not having the same enthusiasm but enough to satisfy you. You had met Keiji after you moved, shortly after Kōtarō ended his friendship with you. Keiji had presented as a Beta, just like you, so yours and his mother encouraged playdates and study sessions at each other’s house, hoping a relationship would bloom. “The usual, please,”
“You sure? The season specialty is here! I know you like pumpkin,” your smile turned into a smirk, knowing you had got him when his eyes widened. The season specials were ready to serve, but nobody had switched the menus up.
“Hm, I think I’ll go with the pumpkin latte for today,” he finally said, after weighing his options. You smiled and put in the order, knowing exactly how to work his buttons. “I’ll have to let my boyfriend know,”
“Oh?” That was new information. A week ago, Keiji said he was going to die single because everyone’s an idiot. Now he’s got a lover? “Do tell,”
“He’s an Alpha, but his parents don’t care. Don’t tell mom. She thinks you’re my soulmate, still,”
You guffawed at that, shaking your head at the memory. You remembered when you got older when Keiji’s mom had started giving you lessons in cooking and sewing, typical ‘wife’ things. Keiji smiled at your dramatic scene of laughing, knowing it was how you were.
“Wait till she finds out you’re mated to someone else,”
“I prefer to term courting to mate, since I’m plain and boring. He’s anything but, honestly,”
“Perfect match for you, Kei-chan,” you winked, seeing Keiji’s cheeks turn a bit pink at the inside joke. You laughed again, finishing up the last details on the latte.
“He reminds me a bit of you, actually. But without control or a filter,”
“Maybe I am your soulmate, you just don’t like me,”
“Haha, very funny,” he replied, walking off with a little wave. You wiggle your fingers, waving goodbye to him. After watching your friend leave, your shoulders sag a bit, remembering the young boy with white-and-black hair. Back then, you wouldn’t call it a crush. More of an admiration for the boy with no fears and a clear future. With more experience under your belt, you could admit it was a crush. The boy had stolen your heart and crushed it the last time you saw him.
You clean up the counter as the clock ticks, slowly telling you your shift is coming to a close. You feel like you want to cry, but you don’t know why.
The next day, your phone dings with a text message from Keiji, surprised he would shoot a text. He usually called unless he was busy in a meeting or something. Your eyes glance at the screen, trying to finish your essay for one of your classes. The message doesn’t strike you as immediately needing attention, so you ignore it, focusing on the paragraph you’re typing out.
Another ding takes your attention away from the screen completely, knowing Keiji really needed your attention.
[Keiji ❤️ - 12:17 pm]
- Can you bring some fruits to my apartment? I forgot to get some at the store. I’m busy.
[Keiji ❤️ - 12:18 pm]
- please im hungry
The last message startles you, seeing as Keiji always punctuated his texts because, well, he was like that. You quickly typed a reply and made sure to save your document before heading to your kitchen.
[Sweetcheeks😘 - 12:22 pm]
- I’ll be there asap Kei
— 5 years old, Kōtarō Bokuto
“Kōtarō, I need to talk to you,” his mom had said. He looked up at her, a paper hat on his head, a smile on his face. “You need to stop hanging out with [Y/N] so much, baby,”
“Why? Did we do something bad?” He frowned, not understanding. What did he do?
“No, baby, not this time,” she laughed, smiling down at him. Her smile was not full of love and joy, it was sad. “Her mother doesn’t want you two hanging out so much. She said they’ll be moving soon, so I don’t want you to be hurt anymore than you already will be.”
Kōtarō didn’t smile for the rest of the day. After he told his friend they couldn’t hang out anymore, his mother held him in her arms while he cried. It wasn’t fair.
— present day
Kōtarō had been sent home early, with his rut steadily approaching and his fights with Atsumu and Shūgo getting more intense. His ride home was full of anxiety, knowing Keiji couldn’t quite handle ruts very well since he was a Beta. Omegas were meant to handle Alpha ruts all the way through, but Keiji could only handle half of the rut. The last time Kōtarō’s cycle had started, Keiji had to come to where he was, huddled up in an apartment. Keiji couldn’t walk two days after the rut ended, even though he dealt with three out of seven days of the rut.
Kōtarō’s arrival to Keiji’s apartment was slow. His instincts told him to run, but he was able to restrain himself. Keiji opened the door almost immediately after the knock, wrapping his boyfriend in a hug. “I’ve missed you,”
“I’ve missed you, too, Akaashi,” Kōtarō said, indulging in the coffee and minty scent from Keiji, although there was a bit of pumpkin, too. He involuntary let out a growl.
“I had a pumpkin latte earlier,” Keiji immediately said, expecting Kōtarō’s reaction. Instincts came first the closer he got to his rut, Keiji had learned. He could feel the Alpha deflate a bit in his hold, just hugging and scenting. Keiji smiled at that, knowing he would be in for a rough week. “I made a nest. It’s not as good as an Omega’s-“
“You didn’t have to do that,” Kōtarō’s voice was clear and sharp, halting anything Keiji was saying. “You’re not an Omega. You don’t have to act like one,”
“I-I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji stuttered out, the look in his boyfriend’s eyes startling him a bit. It was intense, but it wasn’t necessarily bad, per se. “I just-“
“I’m not here right now because of your sub-gender. I’m here for you,” Kōtarō’s voice was once again clear and sharp, going right into Keiji’s bones. He’s sure if he was an Omega, he’d be kneeling and begging. For fuck’s sake, he’d have probably entered a heat cycle.
“I know, Bokuto-san. I know,” Keiji leaned against him, reveling in his smell. He couldn’t scent Kōtarō or smell a distinct scent, but Kōtarō obviously came straight to the apartment after practice. He smelled like sweat and deodorant, a strangely pleasant combination.
Kōtarō let out a growl as he felt his rut come on, his hands moving towards Keiji’s ass. In turn, Keiji blushed and cleared his throat, backing up from Kōtarō. He smiled and held up a finger. Kōtarō grinned, straightening his posture. Keiji smiled and ran towards the bedroom, knowing his Alpha was hot on his heels.
The following day, the two lovers were still going at it. Keiji hardly had any rest, only getting his rest once Kōtarō needed to rest, even if Kōtarō claimed he passed out after their third round. A small tease and a mischievous grin had sent Keiji back to being railed by a feral Alpha, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Keiji threw his head into the pillows, drool spilling from his lips and he moaned, having his third orgasm of the day from Kōtarō’s forceful thrusts. On the other hand Kōtarō had only orgasmed once, knotting Keiji and spurring the Beta into a second orgasm almost right after the first. The thrusts didn’t cease, Kōtarō chasing his own release in his mate was the only thought in his mind.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Keiji,” he groaned out, plugging him up with another knot, his orgasm following it. Keiji’s eyes rolled back, digging his nails into Kōtarō’s biceps at the sensation. It stung and was a lot more pain than pleasure, but he couldn’t complain too much.
Kōtarō finished painting Keiji’s walls white, resting his forehead against the man underneath him and catching his breath. Keiji gave him a swift peck on the lips, assuring him he was okay. However, Keiji’s stomach growled at that moment, sending heat to his cheeks.
“I haven’t eaten today,” he realized, talking out loud. Kōtarō may have been an Alpha in a rut, but he was also an Alpha with a mate. Mates needed to be protected and cared for, so his instincts told him he needed to feed his mate. Kōtarō’s eyes immediately went wide. “Don’t move!”
“Ah— sorry! I always forget,” he laughed, adjusting their position so he could lay on his side. Keiji just shook his head, smiling. Kōtarō was a wonderful mate, truly, he just happened to be overly passionate about things he cared for.
Keiji thought to you, how you’d probably enjoy having an Alpha to take care of you. Keiji knew you often overworked yourself and forced yourself to do things, trying to be as independent as possible. He couldn’t be your mate, but he’s had a thought that ends in all sides benefitting - hopefully, at least.
Kōtarō moaned as he slipped from Keiji’s abused hole, the knot finally deflating. “I’ll get you a snack.”
“I have leftovers in the fridge. Bottom left drawer,” he mumbled back, wincing from moving too much. Kōtarō immediately nodded, jogging off to the kitchen, butt-naked. Keiji couldn’t say much. He enjoyed the view.
He winced as he rolled over to his phone, glad he put it on the charger near the Nest yesterday before he got pounded into the mattress. He opened the messages, typing out a quick message for you and sending. He hoped his plan would work out well, but he had faith his calculations were correct.
Hearing the microwave beep meant the food was ready and Keiji still hadn’t gotten a response from you. He typed out another message, hoping you’d actually read this one and put his phone on the floor, face down. Just in time, too, as Kōtarō walked into the bedroom with a freshly heated plate of food.
“Food’s ready!”
— back to you
You had gathered some fruits together, slicing and dicing them as an added flair. Sliced bananas, strawberries, diced watermelon, mangoes, and sliced avocados on slices of bread and cream cheese. You felt like an American middle-aged woman about to attend a brunch with your food choices, but Keiji liked specific fruits specific ways and you knew he only ate avocados on bread with cream cheese.
The ride to Keiji’s apartment only took five minutes, but it felt like it took an hour, your anxiety eating you up at the thought of what Keiji is doing or needs help with. You assumed he needed help with something, but you weren’t positive on what. It could just be as simple as he can’t leave home because his anxiety was too high or it could be something worse — what if his mom got in an accident? The thoughts didn’t stop, making the five minutes much, much longer.
Arriving to Keiji’s apartment, you noticed how dead it seemed outside. You saw a woman on the way up the stairs who gasped as she left her apartment, quickly locking the door and running down the stairs, almost running into you. Confused, you noticed the lights seemed to be off in the other apartments, but that wasn’t too strange. It was a Saturday, but it was midday so people were probably out.
You had a spare key for Keiji’s place, seeing as you often checked up on him; he had a spare for your place, too. Entering the apartment, it was deathly quiet, putting you on edge. There was a certain air about the room that made you feel like you were in a horror movie. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed the messily placed dishes in the sink, the shirt in the hallway leading to Keiji’s bedroom, and the duffel bag beside the door. You’re confused. Keiji doesn’t have a duffel bag — not since the old one ripped a couple of years ago.
You ponder whether to go into Keiji’s bedroom or not, worried someone might’ve broken in —that shirt is definitely not his. That’s when you feel a presence. At first, you freeze, wondering if Keiji’s playing a trick on you. It is October after all. You place the container of fruits on the counter and hear a growl, immediately turning around to meet golden eyes and familiar hair.
His eyes were narrowed, obviously pissed, but then his face changed. He seemed confused first, then a dawning came upon him. Next thing you know, you’re picked up and having the life squeezed out of you. “[Y/N]!”
“Kō?” Your tiny voice whispers. You can hardly believe it. Your ex-best friend and childhood crush is in your best friend’s apart— uh oh. “Uh oh,”
“What-Oh?” His voice repeats, looking at you. The Alpha of your dreams is the Alpha of Keiji’s dreams—what a day it’s been. “[Y/N]?”
“I should, um, can you let me down?” He obliged, letting you stand on your feet again. “I need to, um, go. Uh, Keiji wanted fruits so I, uh, brought them. I’m gonna go,” you turned, hoping to tears would stay in until you left. You weren’t expecting Kōtarō to cage you in, effectively trapping you. As a Beta, you didn’t immediately obey an Alpha’s command, but the look in his eyes told you to stay. You obeyed.
“Don’t go. Please,” is all he said, his eyes twinkling. You shook your head, deciding this was a bad idea. “[Y/N].”
“You don’t get to act like nothing happened, Bokuto-san. You stopped being friends with me, remember? I expected you to be breeding an Omega by now. Looks like it was just me,” you spat, feeling the anger you held in boil over. The feeling of your best friend leaving you because of your sub-gender, the feeling of betrayal, remembering how your mother sighed at you and rolled her eyes, telling you she was always right and your friend would never look your way again.
“What?” He peered down at you, no longer hunching over. You realized just how tall he had gotten. “I stopped being friends because you were leaving. You being a Beta had nothing to do with it,”
“Sure, I guess now it doesn’t. Since, you know, you’re with my new best friend. It’s okay, I get it,” you once again tried to leave, but Kōtarō wouldn’t budge. “Move, Bokuto-san.”
“No.” His voice was clear and sharp. You were sure if you were an Omega, you’d be on your knees crying. “I don’t want it to end like this. I want to make amends.” Good thing you weren’t an Omega.
“Well, I don’t care what you want. Let me go,” your own eyes narrowed at him, his face not changing. His body unmoving. You rolled your eyes, deciding to not play this game anymore. Going to duck under Kōtarō’s arm, but his body moved to pin you to the counter. “Dude!”
“You smell different.” Is all the warning you got before you felt his nose in your neck. You felt butterflies at the contact, but also cringed at the display. You then noticed a shadow in the hallway. Attempting to pry Kōtarō off you wasn’t working, so Keiji got to see his boyfriend hunched over you.
“Good, you seem to be getting along again,” he said, a gentle and lazy smile on his face. Surprisingly, Kōtarō didn’t turn around at his mate’s voice, just kept rubbing his nose against you. “I hope you can take care of him,”
“Akaashi Keiji, what the fuck,” you muttered. He didn’t seem concerned his boyfriend was currently nuzzling against you. You noticed the limp in Keiji’s walk and he had one of his hands on the wall.
“I’ve been keeping track of your cycle. You should be ovulating by now. Bokuto-san has told me about his childhood friend before and it took me a while but I figured out it was you,” Keiji kept talking, limping his way to the couch. “I’ll get the fruits later. Bokuto-san, don’t hurt her too much,”
“Hurt me?” You squeaked, eyes widening at the implication. “Keiji, I can’t—“ you started, a scream interrupting your sentence as Kōtarō picked you up and hauled you to the bedroom. He displayed his strength earlier, of course, but the fact you were were on your back in what looked similar to an Omega’s Nest within seconds of the ground leaving your feet was a display that turned you on immensely. If Kōtarō wasn’t currently attempting to strip you, he would have been with the sickly sweet scent you exuded.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he growls out, his hands deciding to rip your very nice shirt into shreds, deciding your movements to get them off were too slow. He offered the same treatment to your bra, your short scream of disbelief when it was torn. He was nice enough to pull off the pants you were wearing, along with your panties. “Ever since my first rut,” he continues, his nose buried against your thighs, his tongue licking a hot stripe against it. You whined at the contact, full on knowing he could smell your arousal. “I thought I’d never find you again.”
“Boku-“
“No. Not here. Call me your Alpha, little Beta,”
“Uh-“ you stopped, unsure of the situation. Kōtarō, regardless of your feelings, was with Keiji. That alone made you hesitant, even if Keiji literally told Kōtarō to go for it. You felt weird having to call him your Alpha anyways, since you were never subjected to those Alpha/Omega relationships. You can’t say you weren’t interested in it, often just having fun with other Betas and maybe an Alpha or two during their ruts (you vividly remember helping an attractive Alpha in your last year at Nekoma, rendering you unable to walk for the next two days). Neither of them called you by your sub-gender, nor made you call them Alpha. You obviously hesitated, taking a trip down memory lane much too long, since Kōtarō’s hand had wrapped itself around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You didn’t think your old childhood friend would be so.. rough.
“I’m waiting, little one. Call me your Alpha,” he growled out, again. The growling was doing wonders to you, making you wetter by the second. Another growl came out, spurring you to speak.
“I- Alpha, we can’t do this. We need to talk-“
“You can try to talk, but I’m gonna fill you to the brim until my cum is seeping out of your cunt. Let’s see how well you do.” Kōtarō immediately went down to your nether regions, your folds glistening to show him just how turned on you were. Your face was hot, practically burning when his eyes locked on, unmoving from the sight. He wasn’t looking long, getting a startled scream from you as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices. Your hand went to his hair, the hair as soft as you had hoped, as he continued to drink from your pussy as if it was his last drink on earth. Your other hand was bunching up a nearby shirt, one you had left at Keiji’s two days ago after a night of drinks. If you weren’t so busy rolling your eyes into your skull as your mouth hung open, moans spilling from your lips, you’d have noticed the mix of yours and Keiji’s clothes in the Nest.
Kōtarō continued to be relentless, pushing two fingers into your heat as you were clenching your thighs around his head. You were worried you’d hurt him, but he was an Alpha in every shape and form — if he wanted to stop you, he’d do it. He knows he’s in control. Adding a third finger brought you to your first orgasm of the day, feeling exhausted afterwards. Kōtarō rose from between your legs, his eyes immediately finding your glossy ones. He smiled and licked his lips. Then, wiping the slick from his lower face with his hand to get the excess that his tongue couldn’t get and then licking it off, his eyes never breaking contact.
“So sweet, I’m already addicted,” his grin got darker, his body crawling up until his hands were on both sides of your head and his lips were slotted against yours. His tongue darted between his lips, into your already open mouth, deepening the kiss. You were so in bliss from the after-orgasm high and kissing your crush, you didn’t even feel the head of Kōtarō’s cock pushing into you.
Kōtarō threw his head back, moaning at the tight fit. You mewled, it being some time since someone entered you, the feeling almost foreign. It didn’t hurt, thankfully, the wetness Kōtarō created more than enough to help him slide in. He didn’t stop, he just kept pushing in until the beginning of his knot was flush against you. Another growl erupted from Kōtarō, the only warning you got before he pulled out only to slam back in. The sudden movement had your back arching and your head against the plush pillows of the Nest. It was the green light for Kōtarō.
Your knees were pushed to your shoulders, the position momentarily uncomfortable until your mind was replaced with the burning and overwhelming sensation of Kōtarō pounding into you liked a man starved. Moans were bouncing off the walls, along with Kōtarō’s grunts, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass. Your hands switched from fisting fabric to winding around Kōtarō’s neck as he buried his face into your neck, his panting and grunts loud in your ears. You felt the coming of another orgasm, the familiar tightening in your abdomen and the arching of your back being a few indicators. Your nails raked against Kōtarō’s back, leaving angry red streaks in their place. Another grunt from Kōtarō and you felt a painful sensation you hadn’t felt before — a knot. The added pain before the height of your pleasure sent you over the edge, mewling out Kōtarō’s name as you did.
Kōtarō had you plugged up, him spilling his seed into your hot walls. You whined at the feeling of fullness. He sighed at the feeling himself, indulging in your scent. You figured now was as good as you’re going to get to talk. “Um, Kōt-“
“Alpha.”
“Sorry,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Alpha, um, this is an awkward time, I suppose, but can we talk about, like, us?”
“We don’t need to, but we can,” he looked at you, moving his position so you guys were on your sides. More comfortable for each other. “What do you wanna talk about?”
“Okay, um, the Alpha thing is weird, but I’ll let it slide since obviously you’re in a rut. Obviously Keiji isn’t an Omega, so he can’t take you throughout the entire rut. Um, I don’t wanna be your booty call for ruts, this whole situation is so fucking weird-!”
“You’re not the ‘booty call’, as you said. Akaashi mentioned he had a surprise for me, but I didn’t think he’d offer me you. After this, I hope he lets me court you, too. So I can be your Alpha, too.”
“Kō- Alpha, we’re no longer friends because you’re an Alpha. That’s why you broke off our friendship so long ago, isn’t that right? You deserved an Omega, which I am not, but you found Keiji and that is fine. I am not a part of this.”
“I don’t care about sub-genders. That’s why I’m with Akaashi. I stopped being friends because you were moving. It hurt a lot to end things, but I didn’t know what else to do. That was Mom’s advice, at least.”
You were confused. Your mother said it was because he cared about sub-genders, but now he’s saying it was because of the move? Your friendship ended before moving, yes, but it was almost a month before moving. You could have stayed friends, anyways. Did your mother lie to you? Did his feelings change? “My- My mother said you needed an Omega so I-“
“She was wrong. She’s the one who set you up with Akaashi, yeah? She didn’t even care what my family thought about us. That’s in the past, we can move past it.”
“All these years...” you muttered, feeling the tears from before coming back. The knowledge that your own mother forced your friendship to end made you angry, but everything was fine now. Kōtarō was your friend again. At least, you thought he was. “I don’t know if I want a relationship, though,”
“Too bad,” he grunted, his cock leaving you feeling empty. A whine was all you needed to do to have yourself pinned under Kōtarō again, his cock filling you up again. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, as if I’ll let you leave so easily.”
Kōtarō continued his relentless pounding into you, the constant fucking rendering your lower area numb. Eventually, your world went black after a— what was it, 6th orgasm? Kōtarō’s second knot was the only thing you remembered before you tuned out completely. The grunting, whines, moans, all of it faded into silence. While you had passed out, Kōtarō panicked, thinking he went overboard. Keiji’s words echoed in his mind: “Don’t hurt her too much.” Was this too much?
Kōtarō, stuck inside you because of his knot, called for Keiji to help him. Of course, Keiji came as fast as he could (not very fast, poor man is still recovering) to see Kōtarō, who is close to tears, above your blissed, fucked, and passed out form. He sighs, shaking his head. “Bokuto-san, I think you went too hard,”
“Akaashi...” he whined, his strong arms curling around you. Even passed out, your body reacted, curling into him as you softly moaned. “Akaashi...”
“It’s okay, she’ll be fine. Her body isn’t used to it. At least, not yet.” A moan from Kōtarō let Keiji know his knot had deflated, him pulling out of your cunt and the copious amounts of cum he filled you with spilling out. It made even Keiji aroused, seeing it seeping out of you. Kōtarō knew he was aroused at the sight and came upon a solution.
“Akaashi! Maybe we...”
Waking up was next thing you remember. You felt so, so full, like you were plugged up in both ends. As you flutter your eyes open. You expected to see your ceiling, having woken up from intense dream or something. You maybe even hoped to see Kōtarō grinning down at you, sweat dripping down his face and his chest. You did not, however, expect to see Keiji smiling down at you, gently caressing your face. “Kei?”
“Hey there, pretty baby. How are you feeling?” The nickname threw you off — Keiji never called you a nickname. He was very formal, even saying your last name until only recently. You obviously showed confusion, or maybe you hesitated, because a rumble was felt behind you, a familiar voice following.
“She’s probably feeling pretty stuffed, Akaashi. Stuffed full inside and out, I hope,” Kōtarō’s voice said. You turned your head, hissing at the pain in your neck, to see Kōtarō grinning at you, just like you hoped. However, wasn’t Keiji resting?
“I should thank you for the fruit. It was delicious and cut up so cutely and delicately. I was getting a bit jealous to hear Kōtarō having so much fun with you. I was hoping to have my own fun with you when he rested after his rut, but he was kind enough to share. Isn’t that nice? I don’t think I can get you pregnant, but I want to try. We’d have such cute babies together, you know?”
“I was hoping she’d carry my pups first, but you can pump her full next time. We have all the time in the world, after all.”
“Excuse me? Wait, wait!” You shouted, suddenly realizing the whole ‘filling you up’ speech wasn’t just an Alpha’s instincts — it was their intention to impregnate you. “I can’t have kids! I’m in school and-“
“I can provide for both of my mates, right Keiji?” Kōtarō said, his eyes holding nothing but love as he gazed at Keiji. It made your heart squeeze at the love between them. Keiji smiled and nodded, deciding at that time to roll his hips. You threw your head back and mewled, sensitive from the consecutive orgasms previously.
“I’m glad you’re still sensitive. There’s no evidence to back it up, but I heard the more orgasms a woman has, the more likely it is she’ll get pregnant. Of course, Omegas have a fertile cycle, but you’re a Beta, so I had to track your cycle for about three months. I hope it was enough.”
“Three months?! Akaashi Kei- oh!” You screamed, feeling Kōtarō move. He was filling up your back entrance, adding to the fullness. Also, it explained why you were on his chest.
“I also need to cut out your caffeine, that’s a bad habit you need to cut out anyways. No more nights of drinking while binge-eating. Your body needs to be in peak condition if it’s going to carry our offspring,”
“I can’t wait till you’re all swollen and wobbling. It’ll be so cute. And then we’ll do it again. And again. And I don’t know if I wanna stop, babe!” Kōtarō laughed, thrusting his hips up, making you jerk at the feeling.
“Maybe we can stop after five. We’ll need a bigger house, too,” Keiji continued, rolling his hips in rhythm to Kōtarō’s thrusts. You closed your eyes, one hand fisting Kōtarō’s hair while the other gripped Keiji’s shoulder, hoping to ground yourself. “You’ll look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. This is what our families want, after all. You’ll bear my children and Kōtarō also gets what he wants in the end. He gets his own offspring. This all works out,” he grunted, snapping his hips after almost pulling all the way out. “In the end, at least.”
If you could form a coherent sentence, you’d tell them to stop, but the only thing on your mind was how stuffed you were. Keiji was thrusting into your puffy, abused cunt that was overflowing with Kōtarō’s cum, rolling his hips every so often to increase pleasure. Kōtarō’s grunts were heightening your arousal and sending you hurling towards another orgasm. Your eyes rolled, your tongue sticking out as you clenched around Keiji, sending him towards an orgasm of his own. A curse and a stutter of his hips and he was spilling his own seed into you. He knew his genes wouldn’t take, not when you’d been pumped by Kōtarō multiple times. He had looked for the chances between a Beta and Alpha genes in a Beta, but he only got Omegas, which were made to take Alpha seed and breed easily. A small part of him wanted to try and overpower Kōtarō, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to compare to the amount you’ve already taken.
Kōtarō was still going, his strong, warm hands holding your knees to your chest, keeping you spread open, as he thrusted up into you. He knew Keiji had finished, the face he was sporting a familiar scene to the Alpha, so Kōtarō was chasing his own high. A high-pitched whine from you as Keiji rolled his hips again, earning a growl from Kōtarō in return. You pant as your hand leaves Keiji’s shoulder, ghosting over your sensitive clit as you attempt to close your thighs, overly sensitive from all the rounds you’ve been forced to go through. Keiji saw your hand brush over it, taking his own hand to replace yours and apply pressure onto the nub, rubbing it.
A scream was ripped from your throat, another orgasm around Keiji’s cock as Kōtarō buried himself, shoving his knot in your tight hole. You were twitching at the extra feeling of fullness, the hot spurts of cum in your ass and the oozing cum from your cunt, even if Keiji was plugging you up. A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back as he attempted to catch your breath. Kōtarō brought a hand to fondle your breast, earning another whine for him.
“I could get used to this,”
“So could I. Good thing we’ll get to see much more of it,”
You normally would have told them no, attempting to push Keiji off and out of you, but you just sighed, trying to kiss Kōtarō. He smiled and obliged, licking your lips before kissing you, enjoying the taste of you. Keiji smiled at the scene, bringing his mouth to your perky nipple from Kōtarō’s earlier fondling, biting gently on it. You mewled, shifting your legs up Keiji’s hips and he moved in deeper. Kōtarō growled, his hand rubbing the red and swollen nub between your legs. You wouldn’t normally let this continue, but you could hardly think.
If you could think properly, you might have noticed the bags of clothes you don’t remember bringing to Keiji’s. You might have seen the handcuffs nearby. You might have seen the extra lock on the bedroom door, so out of place. You normally would have been able to think properly, but the only thing you could think of was being stuffed with Keiji’s and Kōtarō’s thick cocks, filling you up to the brim.
Sequel -> The Perfect Family [tw includes dubcon/noncon, use of the word r*pe, water torture/attempted drowning, gunplay, pregnancy, blood, abuse (mentally and physically), bit of watersports]
#tw.dubcon#tw.noncon#tw.alcohol#briefly mentioned#bokuto x reader#akaashi x reader#bokuaka x reader#BB.Kinky#yandere haikyuu#tw.yandere#bokuaka#tw.mindbreak#tw.breeding#yandere akaashi#yandere bokuto#Mr. Kōtarō#Mr. Keiji#BB.Dark#Bokuto.Spice#Akaashi.Spice#cw.breeding#cw.overstimulation#haikyuu omegaverse#bokuto smut#akaashi smut#added pt 2 since I guess it isn’t explicitly stated I have a sequel to this ???
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can i request an hc where bokuto loves breeding his s/o anytime anywhere, im so sorry im so whore knee right now and all i can think is bokuto fucking his smol and chubby s/o!!
she wants to be bred so bad by bokuto, assuming that shes a msby manager and she has a thing for bokkun and they are in their early 20s.
Mm Bokuto. I will never be able to have enough of him. Ever. Also, I chose to do these headcanons differently than ones I’ve done before.
Bokuto + Breeding
> I know this man has a breeding kink. With a dick that fat? And his personality? I know he wants to be a dad so badly oh my god
> Mm, the Classic™️ manager x player trope. Of course, as his manager and s/o, you’re supposed to take care of him and you can take care of him in more ways than one.
> This man is horny 24/7. All the goddamn time. All the time. He has the energy and stamina to last many rounds and the power and technique to have you seeing stars before he even finishes. He’s always down to fuck and he especially loves when he can finish inside and you walk around with his cum still in you — man, it gets him going.
> Okay, picture it. Practice match day. Against some other Division 1 team. Anyways, Bokuto sees you prancing around and bouncing back and forth, taking care of the team like you’re supposed to. But watching you give Hinata his bottle? Scold him for not taking more time to rest? Telling Atsumu to leave Sakusa alone? Just simple things that seem motherly to him and boom. He’s hard.
> He goes to the bathroom, but he gives you that look. And when his shoulder brushes against yours and his hand ghosts over your ass then you know. You need to follow. Of course, you wait until the coach is ready to start and he’s like “go get Bokuto” and you’re like “aight”
> Now you’re being fucked against the boys’ bathroom wall.
“Kō— you have to go— oh my gosh,” your voice changes in pitch as you moan, nails digging into the skin of Bokuto’s neck. His grunts are right next to your ear, the occasional growl as he buries himself deep inside you with each pump of his cock. He’s chasing his own high, you know he is, so focused on filling you with his seed and watching it spill out of you — but he doesn’t have time to keep fucking you full.
“I’m almost there, hold on, baby,” he groans, low and hot in your ear. A mewl comes from your throat, legs tightening around his waist as his hands dig into the meat of your ass. He’s right, he’s soon groaning loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls as his load paints against your walls. Your own orgasm comes on, walls squeezing tightly around him as his lips press harshly against yours.
> Of course, you both come back and the coach knows. Why wouldn’t he. You both smell like sex and your legs are wobbly. Bokuto also looks like he just won the fucking lottery so everyone knows something good happened. Of course, his cum is still oozing out of you and is staining your underwear. Thank a deity that your uniform is black with gold accents aside from the jacket. You’re positive your pants are stained.
> Bokuto don’t care. He knows that it’s his cum leaking out of you, his seed filling you up and he also knows you’re trying to hardest to keep his little swimmers in there. And it just makes him even more fired up. He knows he’s gonna have to give you another quickie before heading home.
> And he does. Everyone’s gone home and you’re checking the locker room, making sure nobody left behind anything. You also have to wait for Bokuto, so you don’t mind checking behind everyone. And of course, Bokuto’s just chilling on the bench in nothing but his boxers. And he’s facing you. Waiting.
“We really shouldn’t,” despite your words, your body holds no resistance as Bokuto towers over your form. Bare against the bench, your momentary panic of somebody walking in on you is washed away by the feeling of Bokuto’s cock easily slipping into your heat. His moan is absolutely full of want, head hanging low as he forces himself balls deep inside you.
“But babe,” he whines, hands together above your head. With his chest, dripping and slick with sweat and arms flexing as his hips thrust, all in front of you, you’re once more reminded of just how large and broad he is, absolutely preventing any light from touching your bare skin. “I need you so badly. You’re so wet, too,”
“Because you’re always needy,” you shoot back, but you don’t tell him to get off or get out. You want this as badly as he does, hands wrapping around his torso as your nails rake across his back. Red stripes join previous scratches that litter his back, from previous quickies and long, drawn out sessions.
> Once he’s done fucking you in the locker room, he once more has you sliding your underwear back into place as he changes to go home. Once more, you both smell like sex and your legs are wobbly. You have the decency to spritz some perfume on and fix your hair but there’s a special kind of glow to you that screams “I just had sex!”
> I hope you guys don’t live far away. He will pull down your pants and underwear to stick it inside you once more if it’s a long trip. Pushing you up against the wall of a building, hidden in the shadows where no one else can see you two? Yep.
“Gotta be quiet, babe. Somebody might hear you~” he whispers in your ear, lips stretched into a grin as he does. He’s then pressing kisses to your cheek and neck as he slams his hips against yours in the alleyway. In order to see what was going on, people would have to stop and stare with how big Bokuto is. You’re probably completely hidden from view.
Although the sound of squishes and squelches says there’s someone else with him. The previous loads fucked into you are being pushed out, thick globs of milky white liquid oozing from your cunt because of Bokuto’s thick cock. It’s pushing out the old load to make room for his newest load, a whine coming from his throat as he spills it into you.
You force yourself to bite on your hand, keeping your noises muffled as Bokuto ruts into you while his seed coats your insides. The noise of the street is momentarily blocked out while you cream around him, juices drizzling out of you and around the base of his cock. Another moan comes from him, a swipe of his tongue across your lips.
> He’ll never be sated, no matter what. Even after this, you both will get home and find that he’ll just keep doing it until you’re swollen with his seed.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#BB.Kinky#Mr. Kōtarō#bokuto x reader#bokuto smut#Bokuto.Spice#Bokuto.hcs#tw.breeding#cw.breeding#tw.semi public sex#cw.semi public sex#BB.Requests#cw.size kink#ish?
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Bokuto x reader
Author’s Note : I feel like this is long overdue
Warnings: medication [not specified], full nelson, f. masturbation, sex toys [vibrators], choking, doggy style, mating press, this is mostly smut, Princess as a pet name, creampie(s)
“Here is your prescription,” the pharmacist says. You thank her and take the bag. Taking out the piece of paper, you look over the side effects.
“May include high libido? Sure,” you laugh, though there’s no joy behind it. Your last prescription had the same side effects listed, but it lowered the libido. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but after entering a relationship with Bokuto, you found it to be bothersome. Bokuto was always bouncing off the walls with boundless energy and after the first time, he was obsessed. If he could, he’d have it every night.
You felt bad, thinking back on it. When he had asked, you always consented but you were tired after one round and found that it wasn’t as pleasureful as it could be. Bokuto noticed, of course, so you confessed about your.. predicament. He took it in stride, understanding that he couldn’t get his dick wet every night, but you let him hit it at least once a week. Yet, you would know when he went to the bathroom for 15 minutes, it was because he needed to rub one out. It made you feel like a bad girlfriend, unable to properly take care of him.
The new prescription didn’t have anything new, you felt like. Your libido was still the same, you weren’t eating more or less, and you didn’t feel the need to sleep all day from a headache. Bokuto understood, his smile as bright as it was when you guys got together when he sees you. However, he mentioned he had an away game over dinner that evening.
“It’s only down to Miyagi, so it’sa 2 day trip. I’ll leave early tomorrow mornin’ and be back late Saturday night,” he says around a mouthful of food. You laugh at that, his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk.
“Alright, I’ll be here. I’ll get groceries Saturday afternoon, then,”
“Why’re ya laughin’?” He really doesn’t understand, which just makes you laugh harder.
“Swallow your food, you heathen! You look like a chipmunk,” you puff out your cheeks like his which has him giggling, having to turn away from you to swallow. Once he has loudly gulped down his food, he fully laughs and joins in with your laughter. A classic dinner.
The next day goes by without any issues, your body feeling a bit more active than when you were on your old prescription. Jogging around the neighborhood and deciding to exercise the extra energy off, you wonder if you’ll be more active to sleep with Bokuto. The next day, Saturday, however, you find yourself more than just a bit active.
The grocery run is in the morning and includes some extra things that weren’t on the list. After getting home and putting away the groceries, you rip into the packaging of the vibrator and batteries you bought. The extra vibrator you bought is off to the side, most likely to be used at a later date. You do push in the batteries, however, in case the other one’s batteries die. Before you head to the bedroom, you do reach out to grab the extra vibrator.
It’s late evening or early morning, you can’t tell. You’re exhausted from the marathon you’ve given your poor clit and underwear, two pairs stiff from the liquid they’ve absorbed. With the fan on, you lay on your bed with only Bokuto’s shirt to give you some decency, but even then it is too hot. Everything is too hot right now, you feel like, as your hand slides down your sides until it’s diving between your thighs and teasing your folds. You avoid your clit, feeling the desire to rub and tease it again, but you don’t. With the state you’re in, you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk anytime soon.
Good thing you don’t have to worry.
The door opening is almost heavenly to you, knowing Bokuto’s home. The loud thud from his bag hitting the floor tells you he’s in a bad mood, most likely from a lost. He’s quiet the rest of the way, probably hoping to not disturb you. With you wide awake, you decide to give him something to walk into. Hand still between your legs, you pump them into you as soft moans leave your lips.
“He-llo?” His voice pitches a bit as he enters the room. Frozen in place, there he stands. Turning your head slightly towards him, you give off a lazy smile.
“I need your help, big boy,” you practically moan, feeling your hands squelching with the accumulated slick. He doesn’t hesitate, his frown and confusion turning to a smile and desire. He’s already shrugging off his clothes as he moves closer to the bed. Once there, he replaces your fingers with his own, rough and thick enough to reach inside where your fingers couldn’t. Your hand drops, the ache in your arm from the constant movement getting to you, but that’s not the focus. With a nearly three pumps of his fingers, you’re gushing and moaning as juices drip out of you, down his hand and his thick arm. The same hand that reaches up and pushes past your lips so you can taste yourself, his own body moving up as his cock bobs against your thigh.
“So needy and I’ve only been gone for two days,” he practically coos into your ear, one hand lining himself up to push into you. Words don’t come as easily now, your mind fuzzy from the orgasm that begins the long marathon of what’s coming. “All ready and prepped for me, too. Gonna let me relieve some stress, baby?”
“Please,” your whine of pleasure has him pushing into your depths, your cunt eagerly sucking him in. Mewls come from your lips as your back arches, ass pushing back into his hips to get more. “More, please,”
“You can’t take anymore,” he grunts, large arms coming to wind around your throat. The simple action prevents you from moving any farther down. “Your tiny cunt can’t take it, princess,”
“I can! I can!” broken moans and useless mewls, that’s all you hear from your lips. He doesn’t give you a chance to speak anymore, shoving his entire length into you and splitting you open, your body bouncing forward and into the pillows. The simple action has his tip bumping your cervix, making you feel as if he actually will split you in two as he fucks into your heat. Squelching and squishing noises come your cunt with each pump of his cock into you as he disappears inside, only to come back out. The wet slapping of his balls against your clit has your walls clamping down around him, sucking him in even more as he groans and releases your neck so your body is completely limp.
A murmur of something comes from him, but you don’t understand it. When his arms hook under yours and his fingers lace together behind your head, you let out a scream as he continues to jackhammer into you. “God, I’ve missed this,” he momentarily chuckles, his forehead resting against your back, sweat soaking through the fabric as he fucks you. His constant hip thrusting must be drawing him to a close, you wonder, but he continues to drive himself into you. A low moan comes from him as his hips still, against your ass as his own orgasm splashes against your walls, filling you up.
It’s not enough.
You’re still whining, backing your ass up for more as he goes to pull out. He does pull out, but he then flips you over to see the state of your face. Snot is smeared across your face and tears stain your cheeks with drool spilling from your mouth, but he thinks you’re more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen. He’s glad he came home to this.
Legs still spread wide open, your fingers dive between your legs to tease and rub yourself, collecting the sticky cum he just spilt into you. A growl comes from deep in his chest as he watches, eyes lidded as he realizes you’re still ready to go. You’re still unsatisfied, which is unusual for you, but he isn’t going to complain. The soft mewls from you and then loud moans as he sinks himself back into you. There’s hardly any resistance as he does, groaning as he throws his head back at the sensation. Moving his body forward, he picks up your legs and hooks them over his shoulders, keeping his arms on either side of you to keep your legs up.
With the change in position, he can somehow reach even deeper into you as he thrusts. Tip bumping against your cervix and every single push and pull out of you has your cunt spasming around him, sucking him in and gushing out more milky fluid. Bubbles form at the base of his cock, wetting the slick patch of hair around there. His lips find yours, stifling your moans as he pistons into you, headboard slamming against the wall as he uses every bit of energy to fuck you into a stupor. Even now, the only noises you can make are muffled mewls, startled gasps, and broken moans. Each noise gives him the courage to keep going, even as he feels his next orgasm coming, he forces it down until your squirting and screaming all over his cock.
It isn’t too long until you’re doing exactly that, nails digging into the back of his neck and his shoulder as you cry out, ending your orgasm with a mewling moan. When your walls finish fluttering around him, his cock sore from the sensations, then does he finally release inside you. Keeping you pinned beneath him, he moans as he hangs his head low, rutting against you as he pumps more and more of his cum into you.
Heavy breathing fills in the silence where there was the sounds of sex, both of you coming down from your high. He still has more energy in him, but he’s sure you’re tired and want to sleep. Removing his face from your neck, he looks down at you to see the aftermath of his merciless fucking. A small chuckle leaves him as he attempts to wipe the tears still spilling from your eyes away. His hips move, pulling himself from you, but you whine at the loss of contact.
“I gotta clean you up, you’re a mess,”
“I’m not.. I wan’ ag’in,” you manage to get out, legs locking him closer to you as your hands run down his chest. He flushed at that, as if he didn’t just finish railing you.
“Oh, you’re still wanting, uh, more? What happened?” He asks, but you’re too out of it to properly respond, pointing a finger at the pill bottle beside the bed. He seems to understand, but you don’t actually know. He does, however, push his thick cock back into you. “Alright, then we’ll go again. Wanna make you even more of a mess,”
You can’t say anything against that, tears already starting again as your mouth hangs open in a wanton moan. He has the decency to kiss you, stifling your moans as he rocks himself into you once more.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#BB.Kinky#Mr. Kōtarō#bokuto smut#bokuto x reader#Bokuto x you#tw.choking#cw.mating press#cw.full nelson#Bokuto.Spice#tw.medicine#tw.prescription
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Peter, Paul, and Mary
Alpha!Bokuto x Omega!female!reader x Alpha!Akaashi
Warnings: Omegaverse things [heats, ruts], alcohol, noncon/dubcon [coercion], implied mlm interaction [Bokuto x Akaashi], wlw interaction [Yukie x reader], threesome, fingering, lots of licking, blowjob, biased towards Bokuto, cunnilingus [with Yukie], bit of nipple play, asphyxiation
Kabukichō is well-known for it’s lively nighttime activities, hushed whispers of those who work in those frowned upon businesses. Even if the businesses seem shady, they care about their workers. Whether you’re singing lustful songs amidst a smoking crowd, sinful desires behind a curtain and closed doors, or even looking for a show to go with your dinner, every worker there is doing it of their own will and have safety measures in place to keep that.
There’s one place, down the lantern-lit streets and past the sweaty, common brothel that most people attend. Pink, purple, and red lights flicker and welcome guests into the building, one similar to a large western-styled house. Yet, upon entering, the display is one unlike anywhere else. The host offers services of the Omegas and what is and is not allowed. Tables have poles in the centers, a larger stage that offers seats of two rows, ones who come for a show, and two poles for dancers.
It’s an expensive place, offering brothel rooms for Omegas to service guests for 50,000¥ and even having an available VIP room for 100,000¥ for individuals who want a luxurious show just for them. Dancers can dance behind glass or in a cage, starting at 7,000¥ and can be removed at a few of 10,000¥. Only Omegas are allowed to work as dancers and performers, just as only Betas are allowed to work the kitchen and host positions. Alphas come in for a nice treat, expecting to get a show from their favorite Omega and pay for their services to relieve tension. Some Alphas try to come in during their ruts, but are turned away. This is not a brothel, this is a strip club that offers brothel services.
Working there isn’t as exhausting as it sounds. Tips start at 1,000¥ and can go up to as much as 50,000¥ on a regular night. The nights VIP rooms are reserved, workers find themselves getting tipped luxuriously by rich Alphas and Betas who are looking for a good time. Even someone as simple as you can work there and get a good wad of bills in your pocket, getting to go home and finally sleep after the exhausting night’s work.
Akaashi’s asleep when you get home, but Bokuto’s awake and humming as he cooks his breakfast. The showers at Akai Fukurō wash away all the unfamiliar scents of Alphas, even the ones who asked for brothel services, so he doesn’t seem too concerned as you enter the apartment. “Rough night?”
“Yeah, lots of tables requested me to serve them. Busy and exhausting,” you yawn at the end of your statement, rubbing tired eyes. Bokuto chuckles, a nice and comforting sound after the music of the nightlife.
“Maybe you should request daytime shifts? Graveyard shifts are strange for a waitress, anyways,” his concern shows in his voice, but you smile and wave him off.
“I sleep all day and work all night. I’m not ready to change my schedule anytime soon.” Neither Bokuto nor Akaashi know of your actual job. They think you work at a 24/7 restaurant in Kabukichō and not as a stripper, which is preferable. You don’t think you could bear the thought of them knowing you’re one of the people who sell their body for money. The work is looked down on, so you wouldn’t be surprised if Akaashi and Bokuto had that same state of mind.
“Well, I think you should at least consider it,” he smiles at you, then turns back to the stove. “Want some eggs?”
“Sure!”
The day goes by as they all do, but an unspoken tension hangs in the air. Living with two Alphas is straining, always having to keep your emotions in check so they don’t give into instincts. Even having alone time is rare, with Akaashi mostly working from home when Bokuto is gone. Living with the two isn’t stressful, but your heat cycle lines up with their rut cycles, which forces you three to find alternate living arrangements. You always leave the day before your heat starts, knowing that an Alpha’s instinct can tell if an Omega is ready to breed the day it begins. Even if your cycle begins at 9:00 at night, 9:00 in the morning rolls around and you’ll have Alphas begging to mount you and stuff you full.
Although, you’re not entirely opposed to the idea.
Akaashi and Bokuto are very attractive Alphas and are very loving to you, as if you were family. Your feelings for them were both intense, but you forced those feelings down a long time ago. With the way your job is, having a boyfriend or two is out of the question, which is why you are looking into leaving permanently. It hasn’t come up to either of the boys, but you might have to live with Yukie or at the club. They do offer rooms for Omegas, whether they need to freshen up or can’t be at home for personal reasons.
When Akaashi enters the kitchen, you find yourself slinking away. Bokuto’s scent gets stronger, just as Akaashi’s does. Their ruts are going to start soon, so they’re practically at each other’s throats. Despite their close friendship, your existence in their lives can change their demeanor when it comes to their ruts. Akaashi doesn’t talk, but he does nod and slightly bow to both you and Bokuto while he makes his morning tea. With the breakfast finished, you’re off to your bedroom to get some shuteye, knowing your upcoming week will involve lots of hours being awake and active.
Akai Fukurō has security for all their Omegas and safety is their priority. An Omega in heat can still work, but they become more vulnerable to pregnancy that can risk damage and harm to the relationships outside and inside of the club. Simple means to prevent pregnancy are optional, but there is always a possibility of it not working. The only effective method is not having Omegas offer brothel services while in heat.
The rooms on the second floor are completely brothel rooms, but the rooms on the third floor offer a room to stay in for the Omegas. However, similar to the dance stages, each brothel room has the ability to separate it with glass. Separation between the bed and the couch, where guests sit back and can watch the show. On the other side of the glass, an Omega presents themself on the bed and pleases themself while encouraging the guest to do the same. However, the fee for this situation is merely 35,000¥, with an extra 10,000¥ if there are two Omegas behind the glass. Putting on a show for the guest, two Omegas will pleasure themselves and each other and will accept requests of what to do and still can receive tips.
Most Omegas who engage in these activities are those with a close friend working there or coworker who is trusted. Yukie is the one who brought you here, so you both become highly requested during shows of this type. You’ve learned to be much more submissive while letting someone else take the reins, while Yukie has learned to take control every once in a while. An Omega such as you and Yukie need to be stimulated during the heat cycle, so it would make sense to have a safe alternative than have an Alpha or Beta take care of such vulnerable Omegas.
With it being the day of your heat, you’ve left the apartment and settled into the room you’ll be staying in for the week. Yukie rooms with you, her own luggage on her side. She lives with two Betas, so she only stays here for her own pleasure. When the fire of your heat settles deep in your gut, the slick pooling in your panties, you’re aware of the position you’re in. Your heat has officially begun and you need to take your stance in the brothel room. Once you’re in and have positioned yourself on the bed, Yukie follows in behind you with her heat soon about to begin. When she wraps her arms around you and her lips find yours, you can smell the beginning of her own heat. The familiar sound of the glass shield rising from the ground is in the back of your mind, only white noise, as your hands find themselves delving into her pink panties. The glass clicks into place, the pink light coming on and the door opening to have an Alpha enter the room. Settling down on the couch, he has a drink beside him as he watches with interest the scene playing out before him.
With the door officially being locked, the pink lights dimming as a low red joins them, you’re being pushed back on the bed and Yukie’s hands are diving into your own panties. Her hand works its wonders, your easily stimulated nerves finding the friction they so desperately crave. Your hand is removed from her panties, your nails digging into the sheets of the bed. A few rubs on your drenched clit, two fingers sliding up and down before diving into your pussy and suddenly you’re crying out for her touch even more, tears beading on your eyelashes. Licking her lips, you can tell her own heat has started, pulling her face to yours as you mesh your lips together. She moans into your mouth, breaking the kiss and putting her fingers in your mouth, letting your tongue lap at your own juices coating them.
Yukie’s heat has finally begun, so you lay her down and press kisses down her skin, tongue lapping at the sweat from the intense scent and heat of the room. Her eyes are focused on the Alpha in front of her, his hard cock in his hand as he pumps it, groaning. She smiles, then blows him a kiss, only to be broken with a moan as your tongue swipes over her folds. She’s just as soaked as you, practically dripping with slick as your lips press kisses to her folds, tongue flicking against the hot skin occasionally. Her plea of ‘more’ has your lips clasping around her clit and sucking, getting her to tug at your hair, only to let go and hold onto the sheets, one hand tugging and grabbing at her breast. Using your tongue to dive into her pussy and swipe along her folds, lips sucking on her clit, she’s absolutely lost in bliss from you just using your mouth. The introduction of two of your fingers in her has her back arching, crying out your name as she releases over your face. Removing your fingers, you use them to wipe any excess off and let her taste herself, her moaning around your fingers before you remove them and press your lips to hers once more.
Back home, Bokuto and Akaashi find their own ruts hitting hard and fast. Akaashi goes into your room to grab your dirty laundry you left behind, as he promised to wash them before you got back. The scent of your unwashed clothes is too much for the Alpha, his cock springing to life as he notices the black, lace panties on the top. Picking them up is wrong, but you’re not here and he can wash away his scent. He imagines what you’d be like, wearing those panties for him and begging for his cock, only him. It’s almost too much, him leaving your dirty clothes behind as he takes the panties with him, entering his room only to slam the door. Behind the door, he doesn’t lock it, too focused on stripping himself down bare as he inhales your scent, lingering on the panties. He’s so focused on your panties and rubbing his cock, the front door opening is ignored and he finds himself falling into the daydream and fantasy of you spreading your legs, whining for his cock. The mental image of your cunt dripping, desperate for him and all he can give you has his hand moving faster, a groan as he finally reaches his end, coming into his hand. Looking down, he separates his fingers to watch the liquid drip down onto his thigh and floor. Coming down from his high, he finally notices a different scent on your panties, pushing them back to his nose.
Bokuto went out for a jog, arriving home just before his rut hits. With the collar, he’s able to suppress his scent in public so he doesn’t disturb strangers, but that doesn’t help hold his rut back. Sniffing the air, he smells faint traces of you, his sadness immediate when he remembers you’re gone. But he can smell Akaashi — deep into his rut. Passing by your room, Bokuto finds himself needy and dives into the room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. Taking off the collar, he lets his scent envelop your room as he lays himself down on your bed, stuffing his nose into your pillows. Your scent is strongest there, getting his cock hard as he whines, pulling down his shorts and boxers, large hand grasping his cock as he inhales more of your scent. He’s sure Akaashi’s indulging in his own fantasies of you, but he quickly pushes that away and focuses on a common fantasy of his — you begging for his cock while he drills himself into you. It’s such a common fantasy of his, but he loves imagining how tight you’d be, how loud you’d be, how you would wiggle your hips and cry out for more, desperate for more of him. Rolling his eyes into his head, he’s soon spilling his cum against your sheets, chest heaving as he imagines what it’d look like with his cum oozing out of you, how you’d whine for more. It’s enough to have him gritting his teeth, ready to go once more.
The weekend after your heat cycle, you’re heading back to the apartment with triple the amount of money you usually get from working the week. Yukie bid you adieu, going to her own home and sending you off with a prayer your roommates will be finished with their own cycles. The crisp morning air was nice, the beginnings of Autumn and a new volleyball season, meaning Bokuto would be busier in the upcoming weeks. Remembering how bright and cheerful he was whenever you came home, it made your chest ache. He wouldn’t be cooking breakfast when you got home and Akaashi wouldn’t be making the three of you breakfast before you head off to work anymore.
Once the haze from your heat settled, you confessed to Yukie that you were planning on getting a new apartment. Somewhere close to work, but you didn’t want to live with Bokuto and Akaashi anymore. She told you that she’d be there for emotional support, telling you that if they gave you a hard time then she’d send Kaori and Konoha over there to knock in some sense. Despite their status as being below your roommates, Bokuto and Akaashi listened when Konoha and Kaori scolded them. It hasn’t happened since Bokuto tried to jump you, with his rut beginning earlier than expected, but you hope it won’t ever happen again.
The lack of Bokuto and Akaashi’s scent outside the complex told you their ruts had ended. Sighing with relief, you unlock and push open the door, revealing a wrecked apartment living room. A common scene to come home to, seeing as Bokuto and Akaashi are both territorial Alphas that end up finding themselves trying to establish dominance over each other. You’ve never witnessed their relationship go beyond a close friendship, but a part of you is curious to see just how territorial they can get — or how rough they are with each other.
Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you move to your room, only to find it occupied. Bokuto lays on your bed, hidden under the covers but no doubt naked, with Akaashi curling into his chest. It’s such a sweet scene, you immediately take out your phone to snap a picture at them. With the dark of your room, the flash activates and wakes both of them up, you whispering curses to yourself while trying to apologize. “Sorry! You guys just look so sweet together, didn’t mean to wake you guys up,”
“‘S fine.. how are you?” Bokuto grumbles out, moving to turn towards you but stopping, adjusting himself properly and removing himself from Akaashi. Soon enough, his arms are wrapping around yours. It’s peaceful, holding him in your arms while he tries to wake up from his slumber. “You smell weird,”
“I’ve been with Yukie. She’s probably still on me,” you lie. You took a shower after your heat, so the scent is probably the sleazy Alphas you were passing on your way out. “By the way, why are you guys in my room?”
“Mm.. missed you,” he responds, before shoving his nose deeper into your neck. The bed moving takes your attention away, eyes catching on Akaashi who goes to hug you as well. You laugh at him, finding them both to be quite adorable so early in the morning. It isn’t until Akaashi pulls away and leaves the bed do you notice that something is around his neck.
“‘Kaashi, what’s that?” You point to your own neck, but Akaashi just shuts the door and locks it. “Um, Akaashi?”
“One of our collars. We didn’t want to scare you away,” he finally responds, moving closer to you. Out of curiosity, your fingers go down to Bokuto’s neck to find his own collar in place. If they have on their collars, it means that you can’t smell their full scents, just a watered down version.
They could still be in their ruts and you wouldn’t know.
“Oh— Oh my god, I-I have to go,” you get out, panic laced in your voice. Trying to get up from the bed, you find yourself pulled back onto the mattress with Bokuto’s arms wound tightly around you. “Bokuto, please, let me-”
“When were you gonna tell us you wanted to leave?” His voice is no longer tired, but rather he sounds angry and sad, wounded. “I found the different apartments you were looking at. They’re all single bedroom apartments, which means you’re trying to leave,”
“That’s— I didn’t know.. how to tell you,” You confess. “I felt it was better for me to leave, so I have been looking for apartments. I’m only here because I needed help with bills, but I don’t need the help anymore, so-”
“Because you’re a stripper.” Akaashi’s voice scares you, the lack of emotion. Panic once more runs through you, attempting to flee Bokuto’s grasp but he holds you firm. “Your clothes have a faint trace of other Alphas. Your graveyard shift is because the clubs are open at night. The large amount of money you have in your dresser tells me the truth,” he continues. You attempt to refute, but he continues, making your heart drop. “I thought you were better than that.”
Before you can say anything, Bokuto beats you to it. “We can take care of you. We’re your Alphas, y’know? It upsets me that you’ve been whoring yourself out to others. How many Alphas have been inside you, huh? I wanted to be your first, little Omega. Now I have to clean you of those Alphas’ stench,” Bokuto growls out, keeping one arm firm around you while the other leaves. Struggling is futile, but the familiar click of the collar coming off makes you cough from the intensity of his scent.
Your worst fear came true: he’s in his rut.
Mixed with his arousal is anger and sadness, but you try to close your nose with your fingers to not smell him, feeling your own slick begin to coat your folds. Akaashi’s collar is soon coming off, his scent just as overwhelming as Bokuto’s as he hooks his fingers into your shorts. “Please understand us, [Y/N]. We just want to show you why you need to stay with us. We love you and don’t want anything bad to happen to you,”
“Akaashi, no, we can’t, this is wrong—”
“What’s wrong? Having two loving Alphas? Them wanting to protect you? Don’t hurt our feelings, [Y/N]. We know how you look at us, but you don’t need to hide your feelings anymore. You don’t have to choose, you can have both of us,” Bokuto murmurs, lips against your scent glands. Nudging his nose against your neck, he licks a hot stripe against your skin. “We can take care of you,”
“Just give into it,” Akaashi says. His tone is comforting, no longer void of emotion. Eyes shine with love in them, a gentle smile on his face as he leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “We’ll make you feel good,”
“Please don’t leave us,” Bokuto says once more, his hold around you tightening. You heave a sigh, nodding as you relax your muscles. Both Alphas take that as their cue to continue with their ministrations. Akaashi has your shorts and panties off in an instant, Bokuto’s thick fingers rubbing at the sensitive skin between your legs. You find yourself relaxing into Bokuto’s hold, soft moans as he rubs your clit and brushes his finger against your opening, but he doesn’t push it in. No, Akaashi uses his long fingers to push into you, rubbing against your sensitive inner walls. A squirm here and there, but you pant heavily as he loosens up your walls, his lips pressing to your chest above your shirt. It was just a easy set of clothes to put on, some shorts and a t-shirt to get home in and sleep. The material is in their way, though, Bokuto’s fingers removing themselves from your clit and both of his hands tugging st the shirt.
“I can get-” you begin, only to be cut off by the material being ripped.
“No need,” Bokuto grunts, completely ripping the fabric off of your body. Now bare to both of them, you find your inner thighs coated in your arousal, Akaashi’s fingers removed as he licks them clean.
“Do you want to go first, Bokuto-san?” He offers, sitting in his heels. Bokuto gets eager, flipping you both over so he’s on top of you. “Remember, no knotting, Bokuto-san,”
“I know, ‘Kaashi,” he chirps, licking the sweat off your skin as he rubs his hard cock against your drenched folds. Akaashi sits beside you, guiding your head to his own hard cock, eager for attention. “We can save that for her next heat, right?”
“Mhm, since she’ll be spending it with us,” Akaashi’s hand caresses your cheek, smiling down at you. “Isn’t that right? We can still invite Yukie if you want, but we’re all about you, darling,” his hand moves up your cheek, into your hair and grabs the strands, tugging your head back. “Open wide,”
Akaashi pushes your open mouth on his cock, forcing you to take quite a bit so quickly. His tip hitting the back of your throat has you gagging, but soon you’re moaning as Bokuto inches himself into you. “Ah, you feel so good..” he moans, licking his lips. “It’s better than I imagined,” his hips buck involuntarily as he says that, hands gripping your hips as he forces himself to not force his entire length into you. Although you’re sure he wouldn’t be bigger than what you’ve had before, his girth and his continuous push into your cunt has you seeing stars, moaning around Akaashi as your eyes roll back. Bokuto’s knot is pushed against your entrance, but it doesn’t go in. He sighs, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your back before he rears his hips back only to slam them against your ass, your hands flying out to hold onto Akaashi’s thighs as you jerk forward.
Bokuto and Akaashi don’t say much, both too focused on their respective holes. Akaashi keeps one hand in your hair, setting the pace as your tongue rubs against the underside of his cock and flicks over his slit. His other hand wipes at the tears cascading down your cheeks, eyes locking onto yours as he smiles, bring his hand to your nose and clamping down on it, preventing air from getting to your lungs. He doesn’t keep it there long, just enough to feel your throat constrict. With Bokuto thrusting into you, you need all the air you can get as he knocks the air out of your lungs. Akaashi doesn’t want you collapsing on them, letting you off his cock as you gulp down air and moan, pushing your ass back against Bokuto’s hips.
Bokuto is too focused on your body and indulging in his instincts to even acknowledge Akaashi right now. He lets groans and praises spill from his lips as they press into your shoulder, back, neck, anywhere they can reach. Hands tightly grip your hips, trailing from them to your breasts and pinching or tweaking the nipples, a stinging pain in his hips each time they slam against your skin, but he doesn’t care. He’s much too into it, eyes rolling as his hips buck and rut into your heat, tongue wetting his lips each time you let out a particular mewl, popping off of Akaashi to let them hear it. It just pushes him further, his cock getting thicker inside you before he’s whining out, telling you he’s gonna stuff you completely full of his seed.
With one more sharp thrust, Bokuto’s spilling himself into you, moaning as he ruts against the skin. The sensation of his cock completely still in you as his cum spills in has your walls clamping around him, making him hiss as you cream around his cock. You mewl around Akaashi, rolling your eyes back and catching the blush tinting his cheeks. Soon, your oxygen is cut off and Akaashi is forcing you completely down on his cock, save for the knot, letting out a perfect moan of his own while he paints your throat white.
Once the high has settled down, you’re lying on the bed, exhausted, with Bokuto’s arms around your waist. But Akaashi still has energy. “It’s my turn to indulge, darling. I’ve been holding myself back, so I hope you’re prepared,” the smirk accompanying his statement has your pussy clenching, Bokuto’s cum oozing from it and staining the sheets.
Author’s Note : Strip clubs in Japan are in the red light district (in Tokyo) so Akaashi works in Tokyo and Bokuto is a member of the MSBY Black Jackal which resides in Tokyo. I changed the canonverse so they could live in the same place to make things easier [I didn’t want to change Bokuto’s occupation] ; This is more than what was requested however the request gave me the excuse to write out a previous fantasy/daydream I’ve had with a few tweaks. So, thank you for requesting anon-chan ; brothels and strip clubs in Japan are different from the ones in America, so this involved a bit of imagination and research. The brothel/strip club hybrid is called Akai Fukurō which translates to Red Owl (get it bc it’s in the red light district? And BokuAka are owls? I’ll see myself out)
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This was requested, but I accidentally deleted the request instead of answering it 😭 but the basic summary of it was “Bokuto x [Y/N] where they’re both in a heat/rut”, so here it is!
Warnings: porn without plot/plot what plot, heat + rut cycles, knotting, teeth + biting, bond marks, squirting, Bokuto almost breaks the headboard, pillow humping, f. masturbation, use of titles [Omega and Alpha]
Sweat covered your skin, the fire in your gut raging as you felt weak in the knees, slick coating your inner thighs as you tried to find your release on the pillow. The pillow that Bokuto sleeps with, but he’s gone. Without his presence, you were free to roam and listen to your instincts as they urged you to do this and do that. Even then, the pillow and his scent wasn’t enough. You needed more, you needed him.
Someone answered your prayers, Bokuto returning back home as he forcefully slams the door shut behind him. The force was so much, you felt the apartment shake and your stomach twist and turn in pleasure as you moan, humping the pillow. Then he’s at the door, his scent much more overwhelming now than it was when he entered the apartment, signaling his rut has begun. With your heat in full swing and his rut just starting, you know you’re in for a long ride.
The sound of shredding fabric is just a background noise to you, the only thing you’re focusing on is the heat in your stomach and Bokuto’s scent. His warm hands were diving in between your legs, putting pressure on your clit where the pillow failed. The pillow, partially drenched from your accumulating slick, is tossed off the bed and out of the way. With him there, you don’t need anything else. His fingers continue to rub and spread you open, alternating between flicking your bud and delving into the wetness. Lips are against yours, swallowing your moans and releasing his own groans of pleasure, thick fingers pumping into you faster until you’re pulling away, screaming. He doesn’t stop, continuing to have you ride out your orgasm on his fingers as he drinks in every noise and every face you make.
When your high has fallen and you’re once more feeling desperate, you’re humping against his hand as he peppers kisses along your neck. He’s not one to tease in a situation like this, not when he has his own problems to take care of. The tip of his cock brushing against your folds has you bucking up, trying to create friction with what little he’s given you so far. You know it won’t stay like that, but that’s logical thinking. Your body and your instincts come first and they tell you that he’s not giving you what you want, what you desperately need.
“Shh, little Omega,” his voice is in your ear, calming down your nerves and your scent, letting you relax in his scent. “I got you, I got you,” lips press to your ear, trailing from the lobe down your jaw. When his lips find yours once more, he braces his hand on the headboard and pushes his entire length into you, making you scream from the force. He’s groaning, his scent attempting to relax you once more as you squeeze him so desperately, making it a tight fit as he sits himself in. The sheer strength from his grip has the wooden headboard creaking, the cracks from previous sessions deepening as he growls, preventing himself from moving until you give him a sign.
A small whimper of his title, not his name, just a breathless ‘Alpha’ is the only sign he needs. Your nails are raking down his back as he snaps his hips to meet yours, the hand not on the headboard pushing your leg over his shoulder. The new position has your head thrown back, relentless mewls and squeals as he pistons into your cunt with his few low growls. An orgasm isn’t far off, the buildup suddenly growing faster than anticipated as your eyes widen and your back arches, a mewl as you clamp around him, creaming on his cock. The sheer fluid has him still going, urged to have more coating his cock by the time he reaches his own end. His knot begins to swell, but it’s not enough to be his end, his hips still snapping to yours as his grip, on the headboard and your thigh, tightens.
It’s mere moments until you’re squealing, nails at the base of his neck and running down his back as clear fluid sprays against his abdomen and he feels your walls gush around him once more. It isn’t until the liquid has dropped into his cock, joining the slick from earlier, does he finally push his knot into you, groaning low as you mewl. Teeth sink into your shoulder, deep into the bond mark he has placed on your skin, while your own teeth sink into the mark on his shoulder. Heat of the moment decision, but it’s to bear with the pain as he plugs you up, hot cum flooding your spasming cunt as he ruts against you.
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#Mr. Kōtarō#BB.Requests#BB.Kinky#haikyuu omegaverse#bokuto x reader#Bokuto.Spice#bokuto smut#BB.🐾
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Request: I’m blessing you with this. Minotaur Bokuto with reader given as a sacrifice to him. Have fun, ily 😘
I did have fun thank you I’ve been dying to be ravaged by Minotaur Bokuto.
Warnings: loose understanding of the Greek labyrinth, unspecified village/family/home lifestyle, feral Bokuto, Greek gods exist, predator/prey dynamic, dubcon/noncon, mentions of blood, dumbification/mindbreak, creampie(s), Hanamaki is mentioned and never seen
“God Hanamaki, please let me escape from this never ending maze with no wounds. Let me prove to my family that I’m worthy enough,” you speak to the darkened corridors, frightened eyes looking to every noise in fear your death is soon coming. Hanamaki has heard your prayer, your plea to leave, but whether he wishes to grace you with his mercy is only up to him to decide. As you trail your hand along the wall, searching for an exit, you find another corridor. Turning down it becomes a mistake, as the fire burning from the torch illuminates the Minotaur’s face, golden ring glinting in the blaze. Golden eyes that look hungry and has your stomach dropping as you turn to run.
Vaguely remembering the twists and turns, you retrace your steps. Skipping one corridor that leads you into the center, you continue straight as you hear the heavy footsteps of him behind you. He’s larger and stronger than you, his knowledge of the labyrinth grander than yours, but you’re small enough to turn sharp edges, light footsteps compared to his. You think it’s an advantage, hearing his footsteps falter for a moment as he stops in front of a corridor he isn’t too sure whether you went down or not, but you soon find yourself in front of a wall.
Turning back is useless, but it’s your only option. Once more, praying to return him unscathed or even alive, at this point, you try to run past the towering Minotaur. He, however, is quick to react and you find your head slamming against the floor of the labyrinth. The throbbing in your head has you momentarily stunned, unable to properly comprehend what is happening. A large warm hand trailing up your thigh snaps you to reality, eyes adjusting to the dimly lit corridor, the light above you obstructed by the back of the creature on top of you. Struggling is futile, his hands large enough to hold you in place with just one of them as the other continues to trail up your legs under the dress.
“Hanamaki, please, let me survive this encounter,” you pray once more, before you’re stopped by your own cries of pleasure. His fingers are thick and long, exploring deep parts of you that you don’t think anybody could ever reach. “Ha-Minotaur, please, spare me,” you change your pleading attempts, small hands pressing against his strong chest.
A deep rumble erupts from said chest, golden eyes holding you in their predatory gaze. “Bokuto. My name.” Is all he says, eyes never straying from you. Repeating his name back satisfies him, a devilish grin as he hears the name on your tongue. It’s a quick glance you obtain, before his head turns back to your body, specifically where his fingers are rubbing inside of you. “Perfect,” he grumbles, low but loud enough for you to hear.
Unable to ask what he’s referring to, you find your nails dragging against the dirtied floor beneath you, Bokuto’s thick cock splitting you apart as he pushes in. He doesn’t stop nor give you ample time to adjust, his hips starting a brutal rhythm that has you screaming in pain and nails trading the floor for his broad shoulders, scarred from years of down in the labyrinth. Stinging pain sears your cunt, the skin swollen from the immediate stretch, a small sheen of red coating Bokuto’s cock as it defiles your insides. His grunts of force are right in your ear, his body keeping you firmly pinned down as his arms hold your legs wide open, dangling in the air as you attempt to breathe properly, air stolen from your lungs. It’s a sudden change, feeling the harsh burn turn into a numb pain and pleasure overriding your senses as you moan out his name, walls gushing around him as he continues to plow into you.
A relentless pace that never seems to stop, not even as you feel warm flooding into your stomach and coating your walls in sticky fluid, he continues to drive himself into you. Hooves keep him steady on the floor, able to push himself into you with a force only Bokuto could manage. Your hands find themselves grasping onto his horns, trying to ground yourself as you try to keep yourself from collapsing under him. The slippery puddle beneath you is surely more of his cum than yours, the copious amounts he’s poured into you unable to completely stay inside, but you’ve reached your end more times than you can count.
Another deep grunt and an animalistic snarl has your eyes crossing, toes curling as drool spills from your lips, creaming on his cock as he plugs you up, filling you with his heavy cum. Rutting against you, your nails trace the smooth horns as you attempt to catch your breath. Finding himself satisfied with your completely ravaged state, he removes himself from you, letting your legs finally fall to the ground. They’re numb from holding a single positions for hours, but your vision is so blurred and your mind is so fuzzy you couldn’t walk if you tried. Instead, Bokuto lugs you over his shoulder, huffs as heavy footsteps move down the passageway, following the path to the center.
#BB.Kinky#BB.Dark#tw.noncon#tw.dubcon#haikyuu smut#Bokuto smut#cw.hybrids#tw.predator/prey#Mr. Kōtarō#Bokuto.Spice#tw.dumbification#tw.mindbreak
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The Perfect Family
Alpha!Bokuto x Beta!reader x Beta!Akaashi
Author’s Note : If you’ve read the little drabbles and asks with the fluffy BokuAka family, then you’re in for a surprise. Those were not canon to the actual works I created, it was just something nice to write and think about. This will not start off fluffy at all. This will also include the pregnancy process, so be warned of that ; This is a sequel to my Kinktober piece, Threesome with Bokuto and Akaashi ; I’m so sorry it took for fucking ever
Warnings: Omegaverse, noncon/dubcon (explicit use of the word r*pe), gun play, choking, water torture (attempted drowning), gaslighting, manipulation, watersports (briefly, kind of), mindbreak, dumbification, pregnancy, creampie(s), asphyxiation, lactation, knotting, breeding (technically), degradation
Kōtarō’s rut had finally ended, pumping you full and fucking you into a stupor, all while Keiji made sure to have him give you a break. It was the week for you and Kōtarō to catch up, after all. You were bonded to Kōtarō and Keiji now, you were their mate, so you had to be taken care of. With the stinging pain on your shoulder from Kōtarō’s mark, you were only missing the legal document to bind you to Keiji the normal, Beta way. Keiji was currently thinking about which ring to get you, since Kōtarō had already decided on his “proposal” gift. Keiji figured you’d need time to adjust, however, as he was laying on the couch with Kōtarō’s arms wrapped around him, you missing. There was a cute show that they were watching, Keiji was sure you’d like it. You weren’t allowed out of the bedroom yet, so he would have to show it to you another time.
Once Kōtarō had been satisfied and Keiji had recovered, both got to work on making your stay permanent. You attempted to leave, but Keiji was quick to cuff you. Kōtarō held you down, forcing you to struggle until there was nothing left to do except lay there. Kōtarō had to go back to Osaka soon, so he was trying to enjoy his last few days in Tokyo.
“That was a fun show. Cute, too,” his yawning interrupted his sentence, cutting it short. Keiji nodded in response, snuggling closer to Kōtarō. The Alpha was warm and comfortable, it gave him a sense of home. “I gotta go back tomorrow, Akaashi,”
“I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji sighs, knowing he’d have to work on their new pet by themselves. It was going to be a struggle. At the beginning of the week, you were so pliant and easily coerced into things. Now, you wouldn’t look or talk to them. Kōtarō threw a fit yesterday, screaming and crying because you weren’t the same person, you were much more distant. It’s the same when it comes to Keiji, however. You only looked at him with betrayal and sadness, even then only looking at him briefly. You exhausted yourself, but you were fighting them. Distancing yourself and giving them the silent treatment. It made Kōtarō not want to leave, you being so upset at him, but he didn’t have a choice.
Kōtarō needed to find a new place for everyone to live, of course. With the high probability of you becoming pregnant, you couldn’t be living in Tokyo, hours away from your alpha. Knowing you would be carrying his pups without him around had Kōtarō growling, Keiji gently patting his arm. Kōtarō calmed down at that, indulging in the calming scent of Keiji. Keiji has already been bonded to him, so it wouldn’t be as stressful if he wasn’t bonded — you were both his mates and therefore, you could be trusted in Keiji’s care. It was still hard to go. He didn’t want to leave with the state you were in.
“What place were you thinking about?” Keiji mused, running his finger in a pattern on Kōtarō’s arm. Just something to do as he mentally planned for the upcoming weeks. The type of house would determine how long those weeks would be.
“Some place big, but close by the gym and practice gym. Maybe traditional? I’ve always wanted to live in a traditional, zen kind of house,” Kōtarō’s eyes lit up as he talked, images and scenes of a large house full of his lovers and his children, playing volleyball in the yard. Keiji smiles at that, knowing it would be at least a month. Enough time to have you positively pregnant and to get you settled into your new role. It’d take effort, of course it would, but he could do it.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Bokuto-san,”
“Ya know, we really gotta get used to calling each other by our given names. You’re gonna be a Bokuto, aren’t’cha?”
“Well, of course I am. Just like [Y/N]. We’ll be the Bokuto family,” he sighs, closing his eyes as the name settles in his mind. The Bokuto family has a nice ring to it, he thinks.
Kōtarō spends his last night cuddling you to sleep. You want no part of it, lying stiff as a board as he presses kisses to your neck and rubs his hand over your stomach. It’s a sickening thought, the possibility of getting pregnant. If you really had been ovulating during the rut, you most likely were pregnant. It’s not like you’d know or not, you barely leave the bed to urinate. It’s disgusting to have to deal with, but even when you do get the bathe and do your business, Keiji is right next to you, ready to intervene if necessary. Although Kōtarō is often in there with you, lathering up your body as his touches become less innocent, Keiji’s stone-cold gaze forces you to not attempt anything silly.
When the morning comes, Kōtarō is desperate to keep something of yours until he can see you again. In order to keep him happy, you acquiesce to his demands and let him take your used clothes, yet to be washed. As if the lingering scent of the morning sex isn’t still clinging to his skin. You can’t smell it, nor Keiji, but you know it’s there as you watch him dress himself, tucking himself away as he rambles on about his plans for the future. Three kids for him, two for Keiji, a nice big house, just the ideal lifestyle for anyone. It’ll never happen, though. His delusions will soon shatter when you stay distant and refuse to love him or Keiji.
Keiji waves goodbye to you, saying he’ll come back when he’s done with work. He plans on taking Kōtarō to the train station and then going to work, so you’ll be stuck for the next few hours. Until dinner time, that is. After an hour, you hear a ping from your phone and reach over to look at it. You can still use your phone, of course, but any possibility of calling for help is useless. In this society, nobody would help you. Not only that, your phone is bugged and linked to Keiji’s. He knows when you unlock your phone, what you do at what time, and how long you’re on it. You’re almost positive he can shut it off if he wants to.
The noise is a message from Kōtarō, telling you he misses you already. A roll of the eyes as you lock it, setting it beside you again. You’re able to barely reach the table beside the bed, but none of the drawers. One hand is secured to the headboard, wooden and strong enough to withstand Kōtarō’s ruthless rut. You feel restless as the day has only begun, the next time you will be able to move out of the bed, if at all, will be when Keiji comes home.
The doorknob to the apartment jiggles, making you jump. Keiji should’ve gone to work, so the sudden noise was unexpected. When it finally turns, you expect to see the familiar hair of your former friend, the tousled raven hair and the broad build. Although the man has the proper stature, the hoodie covering his head and the cheap-looking mask covering his face prevent you from properly identifying him. You can’t tell if he’s smirking or not, the intense feeling that he’s giving off tells you he is. With your hand secured to the bed, you really don’t have much in the way of options. The phone is still an option, but you doubt you could get to it in time.
The man lunges towards you, spurring you to attempt to grab the phone. Your fingers brush the metal device before your arm is forcefully gripped and twisted. You scream as your body twists, attempting to lessen the pain. It’s useless, but you still try. When your mouth opens, he quickly shoves something round and hard in it, your tongue pressed against the barrel of the gun.
“Don’t move a muscle,” his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was adjusting it to hide his identity. It was still unfamiliar to you, your brain unable to register what was going on. The man easily overpowers you, using his weight to keep you pinned to the bed. Fear prickles your skin, the chill setting in deep into your bones despite the lingering warmth of the fading Summer heat. It’s a horrible feeling, frozen in fear as your mind races, unable to do anything except stay still. It’s horrible, the fact you listen to the stranger’s demands despite wishing you were dead and out of Kōtarō and Keiji’s grasps. The gun is removed from your mouth, but the knowledge of it being in his possession is enough to keep you compliant, barely acknowledging the man’s hands moving to slip under the dress you were kindly given.
To keep yourself ready and easily accessible to both Keiji and Kōtarō until they had to part, it was best to slip you into a plain and simple white sundress. It was a present from Kōtarō, a small way of saying you were his now. With the lack of panties or other undergarment, you were essentially naked to the intruder as he sat on his heels, dark eyes scanning over your form. You were shaking from the fear, the unknown, but you weren’t attempting to move or thrash about. It was so easy to take advantage of you, you already nice and wet for him, too. The slick buildup from the morning session with Kōtarō lingers, as well as the creamy substance of his seed fucked into you. Unless the intruder was an Alpha, he couldn’t do much damage, but the thought of leaving you alone without a touch, a taste, was too unbearable.
It didn’t take long for the feeling of something hard and thick to push against your folds, collecting slick and teasing, your sensitivity making you whimper at the touch. It was a sudden plunge, forcing himself deep into your cunt as he groaned, your walls clenching around him. You thought the groan sounded familiar, but there was no more time to think on it when he put his hand on your throat, effectively shutting off proper access to your lungs. Your walls tighten again around him, him finding it hard to retract his hips but thrusting back in. His pace isn’t too fast, but his thrusts are brutal as he continues to drive his cock into your sensitive and abused pussy. He’s not an Alpha, you can tell by the lack of an inflating knot, but it still remains that you’re being violated by an unknown man. The whimpers coming from your throat are all you can release, barely sucking in air to stay conscious. When your vision starts to fade, the man and the walls of the room slowly blurring together, you start to panic.
The gun is still beside you, but it’s not your concern. The bullet in the chamber can’t threaten you unless the barrel’s against your head, but the hand currently cutting off oxygen is threatening your life. Attempting to dig your nails into the fabric of the hoodie is useless, his work gloves keeping his hands from getting any marks, either. Your lungs burn from lack of air and your vision slowly fades to black, a heat and chill settling over your body at the same time as you continue to feel his body pinning you down. The brutal fucking is the only sensation you still have, the stinging of your skin as he snaps his hips to meet yours and the squelching sounds from your sloppy pussy, cum and slick spurting and coating his cock as he chases his own high. You don’t know if he finished inside, your sensations dying out as you slip into unconsciousness.
When you wake up, your lungs ache and your face feels wet. When you flutter your eyes open, you’re faced with the creamy beige walls of Keiji’s bedroom, the lamp and phone on the bedside table. A presence is beside you, a large hand gently brushing your hair. Your eyes widen as you jolt, Keiji gently shushing you as he holds you. It’s comforting, someone familiar beside you after the experience you just had. You don’t know what happened after everything went black, but the smell of Keiji’s morning coffee and his cologne calm you down, tears spilling out as your fists bunch up the fabric of his shirt.
“I had a bad feeling, so I immediately came back home. I didn’t expect you to be completely unconscious, what did you do?” He asked, oblivious to what had really transpired. It was painful to recall, the fear from before rising again as you remember the man’s stature, looming over you as he pinned you to the bed. Another fit of tears come, the droplets soaking the white of Keiji’s shirt. “Darling, you need to tell me what’s wrong. What-“
“A stranger,” a hiccup interrupted you, red and tired eyes looking to his face. He looks confused, so you need to press on. “He broke in. Violated me. He— he ra-“
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. If I had known something so horrible would happen, I wouldn’t have left you all alone. You could’ve come with me, but you’ve been so naughty, you know,” his voice is gentle, but there’s a certain chill in his voice that has your fear spiking. His hands are warm, caressing your back as he speaks. “But, you know, you cheated on Bokuto-san and I. I have to punish you,”
“I— I didn’t do it on purpose!” Why were you defending yourself? Your mind had to momentarily adjust itself, the feeling of helplessness from earlier now back. Once the cuff had released the headboard, it was nothing for Keiji to force you into the bathroom. No amount of strength you had could compare to him, nor height. He wasn’t afraid to hurt you either, almost smashing your fingers in the door frame because you wouldn’t let go. “Akaashi, stop!!”
“Akaashi? Now, we can’t have that. You should address me properly, dear,” he grips your face, smushing your cheeks together as you find yourself practically flung into the tub. It’s already full of hot water, almost scalding, as he holds your head under. Struggling once more, it’s futile. His strength far surpasses yours, stature looming over you. Under the water, his image is distorted, but the way he looks down at you feels familiar. Before that thought can continue, you feel your lungs burning as you thrash again, thoughts only focused on surviving. When your head is pulled up, you gulp air as you cough, water sputtering as you do. “You need to be punished.”
“Let me go, I didn’t do anythi-“ your head is once more under the water, nails digging into the flesh of Keiji’s arms as he holds you still. You didn’t get a good gulp of air, so you’re quickly back at the previous feeling of helplessness as your lungs burn, vision blurring. Before everything goes black, you’re once more pulled from the water. Your face is hot, either from lack of air or the heat of the bathroom and water, you’re not too sure. But Keiji is sure of one thing and that’s the way you’re clinging to him. You were digging your nails into him, squirming and attempting to leave, but now your nails were digging into his as your grip tightened around his forearm. You were clinging to him, unconsciously seeing him as your savior, as he was the one who controlled your ability to breathe, therefore your life. He could drown you if he wanted to, but Kōtarō wouldn’t like that. No, he just needed you to depend on him, change your stance on how you saw your lovers.
Keiji also couldn’t help how delicious you looked, drenched as steam rose from the water, your white dress floating around you as if you were an ethereal being. You looked angelic and untainted... an urge to corrupt you washed over him, compelling his body into the steaming water. It was a tight fit, but he managed. With his sweatpants on, it was easy for him to simply push down the waistband and pull out his cock. “Now I have to cover up that man’s scent, or do you want everyone to know you’re a whore?”
“Akaashi, enough, this isn’t any diff-“
“Are you saying I’m a rapist? That’s what you’re implying, right? If you really think that, then I’ll be that. I would never purposefully hurt you,” his words contradict his actions, his hard cock pressing into your walls as he speaks. Sensitivity still lingers, your legs twitching as he sinks down to the hilt. “You’re saying I’m the bad guy, aren’t you? Well, how about I be the bad guy? Let’s recreate the scenario,”
“Akaashi, please, stop!” You cry out, weak limbs attempting to push him off. Hot, fat tears stream down your cheeks as Keiji licks them away, kissing their trails as you continue to sob at the feeling. It was a horrible feeling, being helpless, but a part of you knew you were safe. Keiji wouldn’t let you die, the only thing that prevented you from putting more effort in. Even with the splashing water, he kept one hand on the back of your head to prevent you from going under. Keiji’s pace is always the same — slow strokes, but deep and meaningful as he rocks his hips into yours and makes sure to roll his hips. It’s a completely opposite of Kōtarō’s, brutal and relentless, but Kōtarō fils you out more. Keiji has to make sure you feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse from his cock and have it completely engraved into your mind.
When Keiji gets close, he holds you closer to him, kissing your neck as your hands grasp at the tub’s edges, mind reeling from the force of your orgasms. Your nerves are on fire, your walls constantly clamping around Keiji’s cock like a vice, all while he rides out his own high. He presses a sweet kiss to the mark on your neck, where it meets your shoulder, right where he sports a matching mark on his own skin. It’s Kōtarō’s bond, what links him to the two of you forever. With a final thrust, Keiji spills deep inside you as he kisses you deeply, forcing you to swallow his moan of pleasure as he swallows your mewls. You’re still tight around him, walls fluttering pathetically around his girth as he relishes in the way you feel, keeping his seed locked inside you.
When he breaks the kiss, you’re both panting heavily, chests heaving for different reasons. “There. Now he’s gone,” a gentle kiss on your temple. With those words, a silence settles over the room. Although the stranger may be gone, in his place stands Akaashi Keiji.
The next day, Keiji is home.
“Just a precaution, dear,” he had said. “So nothing else bad will happen to you when I’m not here. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” With those words, he convinced you of his intentions. The previous day’s events had you rattled, the fear of being alone subconsciously rooted into your mind. A small whimper of Keiji’s name, his given name, had him smiling and cooing at you, taking you anywhere in the apartment you wanted to go. It was nice to finally leave the bedroom and bathroom sections, seeing the front room and kitchen, able to hear and see people outside the windows. You dare not let your eyes linger too long on the windows, covered completely with only shadows passing by, nor on the door. The door which had a recently newly installed lock, to take extra precautions. A passing thought of how it seemed to be so quickly enforced comes by, leaving as you become hyper aware of the blank gaze Keiji gives you. It’s not blank, per se. It looks blank to many bystanders, but to you, you know he’s focusing. He’s watching you and analyzing what you do. It’s a test.
A test you seem to have passed, when he calls you back for a bath. He doesn’t guide you there, no threats, just a simple “Come along,” as he walks towards the same bathroom he almost drowned and violated you in. The fear and anxiety of going back has your flight or fight response kicking in, the seemingly easy option of flinging the door open and leaving has your legs moving. But Keiji is quicker, stronger, and smarter than you. Before your fingertips can even graze the lock, your face is slammed into the floor.
“You were doing so well, too,” his feet are planted on either side of you, one moving to plant itself on your back. With a bit of force, you’re screaming as he has his heel pushing into your spine. “You deserve to be punished.”
“Fuck you, Akaashi!” You spit, squirming and wriggling to get him off. When his foot moves, you attempt to get up, but soon he drops down and fists your hair in one hand, the other pushing your cheeks together.
“I should wash that dirty mouth of yours,” he growls, shoving your face against the floor. By shoving, he essentially drops you into the floor. With a burning sensation in your nose, you feel a vaguely familiar liquid trickling out, a small red dot beneath you. He does it once more, making sure to keep his hand on your head to prevent you from getting up. “I trusted you to listen to me, [Y/N],”
“I’ll never listen to you,” you declare, hands balling into fists beside you. “I’ll never forgive you and Bokuto for what you did. I’ll never forgive or forget how you raped me, either!”
“I did no such thing. You enjoyed it, whore. You clamped around me like a vice last night, just as you probably did the stranger that violated you. Can it be consider violation if you were wet? What about when you started to enjoy it?”
“How would you know that, unless-“
“I know how much of a slut you can be, sleeping around with Alphas in high school and other Betas. You probably got off on being raped,” He sneers, putting more force in his hand, making it uncomfortable as your cheek is smushed against the floor.
“Fuck you,”
“I’ll take that as a yes. As a punishment, you won’t be leaving that bedroom for some time,” he finally lets you free, a large breath of air inhaled as you realize he was putting his weight on your lungs. “Come here,”
Wrenched from the ground, you find yourself dragged, kicking and screaming, back into the bedroom where Keiji cuffs you to the headboard. He’s huffing, but he manages to get both wrists cuffed to the headboard. Back to square one, with you refusing to acknowledge him while he tries to talk. Well, he does talk, you’re forced to listen.
When dinner time comes around, you expect some plain chicken broth or maybe even water, but instead you’re given nothing. Keiji doesn’t come in the room at all. The water running let’s you know he’s washing dishes, but where’s your meal? When his humming enters the room, you know he’s coming down. When he opens the door, in his hand lays a plate with bread crust and crumbs, along with some pocky sticks. Just two, however. Barely considered a meal. “Dinner!”
“You’re kidding me,”
“Dear, you know I don’t joke around easily. You were naughty this afternoon, so you’re going to eat my leftovers. Bread crust and some stale pocky sticks is the only thing on your menu,”
“I’ll starve instead,” a glare sent his way does frazzle him one bit, instead almost makes him... chippier. As if you’re falling for his well hidden trap. A nod and he’s gone, your only source of food with him. He won’t enter to room again until nighttime, so you’re left to wallow in your own solitude, something you used to take for granted.
When Keiji does finally come into the room, you’re excited to see him before remembering you don’t like him. Instead of taking the key and releasing your restraints to sleep, he grabs his pillow, his blanket, and his phone charger. “Where are you going?”
“Well, since you obviously hate me, I thought it’d be best that I leave you alone. After all, that is what you wanted, yes?” A small smirk is on his face as your eyes widen, thoughts running through your head as he takes his leave. Without a bid goodnight, Keiji leaves you alone in the room. With no possible entertainment except your mind, you feel uneasy. Unsteady. The world is suddenly dropping you off in an empty room with nothing and you can’t think of anything to keep yourself entertained. The television set buzzes to life outside, while the popping of popcorn fills your ears along with the melted butter smell. An urge to move flits around, but you decide it is best to not.
The next day, it’s a similar situation. Within three days of Kōtarō’s leave, you’ve found yourself craving his company more than ever. Keiji is ruthless and merciless, entering the bedroom for clothes and then leaving for work. He doesn’t talk to you, he doesn’t look at you, he barely enters the room anymore. You feel your stomach grumble at the thought of food, your mouth dry from the lack of fluids in your system. A pathetic way to die, one would think. With the lack of nutrition, your body will eventually decay or fall into an unstable state. Keiji isn’t a dunce, he knows this — at least, he should. Why then, you wonder, is he allowing this? Not only are you completely attached to the bed, but you haven’t been able to get up at all, even for bathroom use. The urine has stained the sheets, turning the pristine white cotton into a grimy yellow color, the ammonia stench covering the entire bedroom. You felt like a helpless child, in dire need of your parents to come home.
In a way, that’s what it was. You were helpless and needed someone else’s help. You need Keiji’s help. You can only go so long before you end up breaking, and you’ve reached a limit. The disgusting liquid under you was the final thread, the squelching and squeezing every time your hips move to a different area to attempt to leave the spot resulting in a failed attempt. The white dress was soaked, first from the bathroom incident and now it was dyed yellow due to your own fluids. Kōtarō wouldn’t be happy with those results.
When Keiji finally comes home, you hear him. You hear the door close and a sigh. Waiting for him to enter the room is quickly disregarded as you call for him. With no hesitation, he arrives at the room, looking at you. “You called, darling?”
“Keiji, please. I’m sorry I was bad. I need you, please don’t leave me,” you cry out, pulling on the cuffs. Shushing you, he quickly attends to your wrists, red and raw from the tugging, pulling, and twisting you’ve done over the past day. Once one hand is free from the restraint, he’s happy to feel it grabbing his shoulder, a silent beg to not leave. “Kei-“
“I know, I know. I won’t hurt you,” his words calm you down, sobs turning into hiccups as he guides you off the bed. Your legs are weak, unstable from lack of use, so he bridal carries you into the bathroom, not caring about the urine. After setting you on the toilet, he strips you of your dress and starts the bath. Trusting you to not move, he leaves. Another test, to see if you’ve really shaped up after the last attempt.
Keiji stands in the bedroom, pulling the sheets off the bed and removing the pad. He puts them aside, but waits. No movement from the bathroom, not even the toilet seat squeaking or the shutting off of the water. Continuing to put the sheets and dress away, he picks out a set of panties — new and clean, a treat for being good — to go with the pastel pink sundress. It looks exactly like the other one, except the color. After getting a towel and a change of clothes himself, he leaves.
You’re still sitting on the toilet, looking at him as he enters. Perking up, you push into the hand the caresses your head, brushing the tangled hair. He stops the water, guiding you into the tub. Once you’re settled, he strips down and joins you.
“You’re not going to hurt me?” You ask, voice dull.
“Of course not. When have I ever done that?”
The next day is such an improvement, Keiji can’t help but let Kōtarō know how well you’ve adjusted. You’re compliant out of fear rather than love, but Kōtarō doesn’t know that. He’s so excited to see a picture of you cooking in the kitchen, he probably wouldn’t care. The picture doesn’t capture the longing look at the knives, the fleeting glances at the door, the rigidness of your body as Keiji wraps his arms around you. It’s small gestures, but you never move to accomplish the action. Your finger might twitch, a gulp as you see the unlocked door, but you continue on. You make the noodles, you bring the tray to Keiji, you sit in his lap and allow the arms to secure your place. The food is something you’re ever thankful for, the lack of food spurring your resilience into breaking. With a gentle blow, Keiji feeds you the ramen you dutifully prepared for the both of you all day.
You never looked at the door again. You never looked at the knives unless you were cutting something. Even with Keiji breathing down your neck, eyes focused on your hands, you didn’t twitch or move to hurt him. You went to the bathroom and didn’t complain when he joined you. Even when he had to do his little daily checkup, you didn’t complain. The first time, you mentioned it tickled and questioned what he was doing, sticking his nose between your legs as he pried them open. He just smiled and said he needed to know if you were healthy, to which your questions easily stopped. Although he occasionally swept his tongue over your still wet folds, you never told him to go away and leave you alone. Even when he went further and had put you on the bathroom’s countertop before diving between your legs once more, your fingers thread themselves through his hair as you moaned.
When the news of Kōtarō coming back reached your ears, you didn’t know how to feel. Keiji was the one to help you, give you comfort, so you didn’t feel too excited to see Kōtarō. Keiji knew this would cause problems, as Kōtarō was expecting you to be as loving to him as you were to Keiji. After an explanation of the situation, you promised to perform appropriately for Kōtarō. With a whispered threat of locking you up again, you easily complied with everything you were asked to do. When Kōtarō came through the door, he was easily able to catch you as you jumped on him. “Welcome back!”
“Aw, [Y/N]! I’m glad to be back!” He nuzzled into your neck, indulging in your scent. You could easily pretend to be in love with Kōtarō, but your scent would tell him if you were feeling off. With his superior senses, you had to be forced into a mindset where you did love Kōtarō. Threats and memories of the past had could nodding along, situating yourself into his life easily. “I missed you, a lot,”
“Well, we won’t have to be gone for so long again, right?” You ask, a pout forming. “Or are you going to leave me?”
“Oh, no! You’re gonna live with me,” he grins, a closed eye smile. Your eyes widen as the information is processing, Keiji coming from the kitchen.
“It was a surprise for you. We’ll be moving to Osaka to be close to Bokuto-san,” he’s drying a knife, one he recently finished washing, but it’s also a silent threat. Kōtarō didn’t see the horrified look on your face, but he sure did.
“O-Oh. Okay! I can’t wait, when are we.. when do we move?” Twiddling your fingers, Kōtarō wraps his arms around you once more, effectively picking you up. No hesitating, your legs wrap around his waist as he looks up at your face, love flooding his eyes.
“You’ll move in with me tomorrow. Once Akaashi’s boxed everything up, he’ll join us. Our room is all set up, and there’s lots of rooms for kids. Speaking of-!”
“Another time, Bokuto-san,” Keiji harshly whispered, Kōtarō’s eyes widening before smiling, nodding. You didn’t know what that was, but you then focused on Kōtarō moving to the couch.
“Let’s eat, I’m starving! Maybe I can have something special for dessert, if you know what I mean,” with an added eyebrow wiggle, you shyly smile and nod. It’s what Keiji told you would please Kōtarō. It’s what Keiji told you that you need to do.
The dinner itself is fine, but when you ask to use the restroom, Kōtarō points out the red splotches on your white dress. Panicking, you attempt to locate the spot as your face heats up in embarrassment. Keiji then points out the bit of blood on Kōtarō’s pants, making you think your cycle has started. At that mention, Kōtarō’s growling in anger as you seize up in fear, unsure of what to do. Keiji tells you to change while he deals with Kōtarō, you immediately obeying and going to the bedroom.
“I thought ovulating meant she would get pregnant. Why isn’t she pregnant? Were you wrong?” Kōtarō asks, still angry. He knows he scared you, your lingering scent of fear in the room and around him. He thought he could smell another scent on you, but he didn’t know what it could be.
“Bokuto-san, I know this is frustrating but it’s possible she didn’t get pregnant. However, spotting is a sign of pregnancy. It was only a few drops. If she has anymore blood leakage that gets heavy tonight, we’ll know,” Keiji is able to calm down Kōtarō, who rolls his shoulders back and lies against the back of the couch. “Do you want to change your jeans?”
“Nah, it’s barely noticeable. Plus,” a thumb runs over the denim, Kōtarō licking his lips as his eyes darken, “this is like she’s claiming me, right?”
Kōtarō does not force himself on you that evening. Instead, he just cuddles you that night. It’s a differing touch than Keiji’s, who ends up rolling to the other side of the bed in the night. Kōtarō holds you close and tightly all night, snuggling closer to you, as if it was possible, and nudging his nose in your neck. It’s sweet, you think, as he caresses you like you’re made of glass.
The next morning, Kōtarō has you properly dressed to leave with him. A set of panties, sweatpants, t-shirt, and a hoodie. It’s a casual set of clothes, but they are all you came to Keiji’s house in a week and a half ago. Kōtarō says he’ll get you better clothes once you’re settled in, but you feel uneasy as you bid goodbye to Keiji. He worries about your mental state once you’re alone with Kōtarō, but he just has to hope you’re able to seem stable enough for a day.
In Osaka, you feel like your life is beginning anew. It’s not much different from Tokyo, but as Kōtarō guides you through the streets, it becomes known that Osaka has a lot more greenery. It’s very beautiful, in your opinion. When he stops in front of an old house, you glance at him. “Our new home, sweetheart!” He cheers, kissing your cheek as he picks you up. Carrying you inside the house, you notice the security. The gate is only opened via pin entry, which the gate itself is roughly 2 meters tall. Even the door to the house requires thumbprint access, a very modern and technological touch in an older, traditional house.
He shows you to your room, which is also his room, but yours too. It has its modern touch, with the remaining aspect of futons to lay on. The cameras in the hallway also are in your view, the one in the bedroom and the hallway. Looking into each room, you notice they are containing cameras, but one room is different. “What’s this?”
“Oh? This is our nursery! So, when you have a baby, it’ll be in here,” he chirps, pointing out things in the room. Scanning the room, you notice the lack of camera secured.
“Where’s the camera?”
“What— what camera?” Rubbing the back of his neck, he fakes confusion. You see right through it.
“I noticed the other cameras. There’s not one here,”
“Oh, well, that’s because this room has baby monitors!” He gestures to the white device. A nod of understanding has the tour moving on. Showing you to the kitchen, you notice the pantry and fridge are stocked. “Would you make me dinner?”
“Of course. What do you want?”
“You, served hot and steaming in the bath,” he grins. Eyes widen as you realize what he wants, you sheepishly laughing as you acquiesce.
Kōtarō is much rougher than Keiji, you knew that, but the way he fucks you with fervor as he hasn’t seen you in almost five days is something akin to his rut. Sinking his teeth into your skin, remarking his territory as he spurs you into your first orgasm of the night. Your nails are digging into his broad shoulders, the only thing you can use to keep yourself grounded. The setting wasn’t in the bathroom, but rather the bedroom where he claimed he wanted to “seal the deal” of you coming home. Legs tighten around his waist, back arching as he continues to drive his cock into you and litter your neck with less painful marks, claiming already claimed territory. As he presses a wet, sloppy kiss against your lips, you scream as you tighten your walls, feeling his knot force its way inside you.
A warm hand rubs the side of your body as your walls convulse around him, squeezing as he pumps you full of his cum. It’s a memory to you, but it feels so warm and fulfilling, you immediately relax in his hold as he continues to pepper kisses along your body. It’s a comforting feeling, being praised and cared for, a drastic difference from the way Keiji treated you a few days ago. Well, how you think he treated you a few days ago. He said he never did it, but your body said differently. With Kōtarō’s eyes of love looking down on you, you didn’t think it mattered. That was in the past, this was the present. You felt comfortable here, that was what mattered.
When Keiji arrived with a bunch of boxes, you were told to make them lunch so they could eat when they were done. Kōtarō said he didn’t want you straining yourself after last night, so you agree to his demands. Deciding to make some udon for lunch, you get to work as they lug in the boxes. The boxes aren’t large nor heavy, but watching Kōtarō easily lift three of them with no effort, while Keiji brings in two at most with also no effort, you feel yourself get wet at the thought of them hot and sweaty afterwards. With a possible treat in mind, you work more diligently, mentally preparing yourself to ask them.
Keiji mentioned he’d be looking for another job while Kōtarō was at the gym. It would be the first time you would be alone and free to roam. You begged Keiji to not leave for too long, hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt as he pried your hands off. Kōtarō gave you a sweet kiss before he left, telling you he’d try to hurry back, but you knew Keiji would get back first. Sitting in the large house, you didn’t know what to do except cook and sleep. Your phone screen lit up with a message from Kōtarō, a picture of him blowing you a kiss with a message of ‘I miss you!’ under it. You smile at that, sending back a message that you miss him, too.
Before you lock your phone, you look at the many games you have on it. There’s one game you don’t remember being on it, it looks like a tracker app. Clicking on it, it welcomes you and it shows how far along you are in.. pregnancy? First reaction is to panic, how do you know if you’re pregnant? Going into the internet app, you search up symptoms of pregnancy. One that jumps out to you is the spotting, only a little bit of blood as the sperm fertilizes the egg. It is most likely what you did on Kōtarō’s lap, the day he came to Tokyo. Another surge of panic comes as you think of your lovers, your mates. With Keiji looking for a new job and Kōtarō being busy with being a professional athlete, they don’t have time to take care of you and a baby. You decide to not tell them.
Although you decide to not tell them, the next week is excuses of your recent symptoms. You find yourself more exhausted than usual, not even getting out of bed to bid goodbye to Kōtarō and Keiji. Not only that, you end up in the bathroom as you feel sick, but only half of the times does something come up. It’s when you have another episode of morning sickness does Keiji pop the question. “Should I get a pregnancy test?”
“N-No! I’m not pregnant, just some bad sushi!” When Keiji’s grip on your arm gets tighter, you whimper. “Keiji, stop hurting me,”
“I’m not hurting you, I just need you to tell me the tru-“ the door shutting cuts him off, his attention to the door of the bathroom where Kōtarō is, panting.
“Something’s wrong, isn’t it? I could sense it,”
“I’m just a bit sick-“ “She’s pregnant-“ You both speak at the same time. Your eyes widen as Keiji looks at you.
“Pregnant? Now? Really?” Kōtarō is ecstatic, but you don’t take it that way.
“I’m not, I promise! I’m sorry!” You beg. Kōtarō’s mood turns sour, the anger directed towards you. Keiji stands back, but he doesn’t interfere.
“Why are you lying to me? If Keiji says you are, then you are! I know you’re lying!” He kneels on the ground and grabs your shoulders, digging his meaty fingers into the flesh. You yelp in pain, attempting to get him off. “Why are you doing this?! You were doing so well!”
“Stop, Kō-chan, stop! You’re hurting me!” A call out of his childhood nickname has his rage quelling, as you brush his hands off and rub the stinging skin. “I don’t want to be pregnant,”
“This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what we want, do you understand that?” Keiji speaks, voice low and threatening. You quickly nod your head, attempting to explain yourself.
“I- I thought that you wouldn’t want a baby because you’re both busy! I don’t- I don’t want to burden you more than I do,” with your words, the anger and rage suddenly evaporates as they understand.
“Burden us? Baby, we love you and do everything for you. You’re going to be carrying my pups and Keiji’s babies, we want this. This is all I ever hoped for,” Kōtarō coos, taking your hands and pressing a kiss to them. A fit of sobs escape as you wrap your arms around him, hiccuping into his chest. Keiji sits and smiles, knowing you have completely adjusted into the proper role.
With the news of your pregnancy, Kōtarō is able to get off a lot more to be there for you. You’re no omega, so it’s not as if he has to take off for 9 months, and Keiji is there to take care of you. Keiji takes care of any appointments you need to do, signing you into a private hospital nearby where Kōtarō’s teammate’s omega gave birth. A list of what was normal was given to you and Keiji and what would be a cause for concern, so you made sure to drill into your head about the possible problems. It was vital that you were able to give birth, being able to give Kōtarō and Keiji what they wanted all you needed to take care of yourself. Keiji prepared your meals, making sure you were eating properly even before the bump showed.
When the bump became prominent, you were glad that your wardrobe consisted of dresses. The dresses you had were all loose-fitting and easy to move around in. With the upcoming winter months, you had lots of blankets and an oversized jacket, bearing Kōtarō’s MSBY number and logo. Kōtarō couldn’t keep his hands off of you, always rubbing your bump and pinching the extra fat you were putting on. Worry over the added weight was a brief concept that quickly evaporated as Kōtarō voiced how much he loves the extra meat to fondle and love, tickling you as you giggle afterwards. Keiji couldn’t say he disagreed with Kōtarō, the added weight adding to your cuteness charm as you did the most basic and minuscule things. He could disagree with Kōtarō on the obsession with the pregnancy milk, however.
Lactation was painful, the way your boobs ached as they were full of creamy milk. Although they ache, Kōtarō encouraged you to let him drink from them. Hesitation was in the beginning, but once his lips had secured themselves on your nipple and started sucking, it was quite relaxing. The tender ache in your breasts were gone as Kōtarō drank from them, but he often had to drink from both of them due to Keiji’s aversion. He didn’t see the appeal, he rather enjoyed teasing your nipples when the sexual appetite of yours had risen, but he didn’t see the appeal in drinking the milk. Keiji did oblige Kōtarō, however, in looking into lactation cookies, which would increase milk production and could even make it taste better. It was worth a try, as it would help the children to develop as you breastfed them.
The lactation cookies Keiji made looked awful, but tasted amazing. You would have eaten all of them had it not been for Keiji stopping you. Kōtarō seemed excited, immediately begging for another go. He’d have to wait until nighttime, since he often took naps after you breastfed him during the day.
At night, you often slept completely naked, able to easily feed Kōtarō if he woke up in the middle of the night. Your sex drive had risen exponentially in your second trimester, to the point Kōtarō had to request off to take care of you. He made sure to keep his promise, stuffing you with his thick cock and plugging you up with his cum or lapping at your folds until your fluids splashed against his face. With the third trimester underway, your libido has decreased while your milk had increased, but that didn’t deter Kōtarō from getting frisky. Even as Keiji bathed away from you two, he couldn’t help but touch himself to your whines and mewls.
Kōtarō has been riding a cloud since your pregnancy came about. Even before the milk, he found it hard to resist fucking you, especially with the added sensitivity. Your breasts were larger now, bouncing with every thrusts as he tweaks the nipples, watching the cream dribble from them. He can’t help himself, really, as he goes to attach himself to one of your perky buds. When Keiji enters the room, he chuckles at the sight.
“Should we worry that there won’t be enough milk for you and the baby?” He muses, sitting on the futon next to you. Your hand grasps at his silk shirt, bringing him down to give you a kiss. Even as Kōtarō drills into you, you want more. A wet pop resounds around the room as Kōtarō laughs, groaning in your ear as he plugs you with his knot, pumping you full.
“The pup can have those bottles, and with help of those miracle cookies, we should be fine. You sure you don’t want to at least try a bit? It feels nice for her, doesn’t it, my little Beta?” He coos, pressing kisses to your cheeks as you come down from your high, walls fluttering around Kōtarō’s cock.
“It relieves some pain, I’ll admit that,” you smile at Keiji. “You can try,”
“Well, how can I say no to that?” He smiles back at you, brushing hair out of your face. Kōtarō massages your breast, holding it so Keiji can attach his lips to the nipple. His eyes focus on the creamy liquid dripping from the bud, only to become transparent as it follows gravity. When he does get a taste, he knows he’s in trouble. It’s as delicious as Kōtarō said, creamy and full that makes you want more. As he sucks with fervor, you giggle and Keiji is joined by his other lover, suckling any milk he left behind. It’s such a strange thing to happen, both grown men sucking on your chest as if they had been born only recently. With the swell of your stomach, you knew they’d have to share their milky mine.
As your due date drew near, you found yourself unable to do anything alone. Kōtarō was off completely until you delivered and Keiji was no longer looking for a job, as it was decided Kōtarō made enough for everyone to live comfortably. He knew he’d have to find another job soon, as more children were born and needed to be fed, but that was a well ways off, at least 9 more months.
What started as a normal day soon turned to chaos as preparations for delivery expedited when your water broke. The hospital had your room prepared already, but it was for your week stay as you were three days away from your date. Kōtarō was in a frenzy, unsure of what to do but desperate to do something. Keiji has to drive to the hospital, while you were doing breathing exercises with Kōtarō in the back seat. It was the birth of their first child, so even Keiji was panicking, but he was also excited.
Once settled into the room, the nurses had to check to see how far along you were dilated. Kōtarō was anxious, his scent permeating the room as he started to pace. The doctor had come in, spurring him into a fighting mentality because the doctor was another Alpha. Keiji and a nurse had to get him out of the room, with a promise he could see the children once they were born, but he would have to wait in the waiting room. Weakly calling out his name and telling him you were fine, he obliged as he left, punching the wall once as he felt his emotions boil over. Keiji was by your side, holding your hand as you squeeze it, pushing when the doctor told you to.
When the room was filled with screaming, the clock chiming as 12:15 had arrived, signaling the date of birth of your first born son. With his stubby arms and legs, you laughed as you held him, Keiji getting the honor of cutting the cord. The baby still needed to be cleaned and checked over, so the doctor and nurses took him while Keiji went to get Kōtarō. By the time Kōtarō and Keiji has come back, you were holding a small, but still big, baby boy swaddled in a thick blanket. Kōtarō immediately raced over to look over both of you, his scent out of control as his emotions mingled together. He didn’t know what to think.
“It looks like it’s yours, Kōtarō,” Keiji says, hand resting on Kōtarō’s shoulder. He smiles in response, looking at the baby’s golden eyes blinking open at him.
“Sure does, Keiji. I guess the next thing we should work on is proper marriage, right?” He watches as the baby grasps his finger, the small hand even smaller compared to his large one.
“A proper marriage, yes. The ring, the dress, the ceremony, you would like that, wouldn’t you dear?”
“Of course Keiji. Anything you want.” As you look up to him, he sees nothing but love in your eyes. He smiles, nodding in agreement.
“Well, as well as making sure the next one’s mine. We should start on that as soon as possible, don’t you think?”
#haikyuu x reader#Mr. Kōtarō#Mr. Keiji#akaashi x reader#bokuto x reader#BB.Kinky#BB.Dark#Bokuto.Spice#Akaashi.Spice#tw.noncon#tw.dubcon#tw.gun play#tw.asphyxiation#tw.blood#tw.pregnancy#tw.manipulation#tw.gaslighting#tw.degradation#tw.mindbreak#tw.breeding#haikyuu smut#bokuto smut#akaashi smut#bokuaka x reader#yandere akaashi#yandere bokuto#yandere haikyuu#tw.urine#tw.watersports#BB.🐾
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His Turn
Atsumu x reader x Bokuto
Author’s Note : smutty little drabble. Mostly Bokuto fucking the reader while Atsumu enjoys the show ; IM SORRY IM VV BIASED ; “Surprise shawty!” is what inspired this. You’ll understand.
Warnings: threesome, communication is not established beforehand, dash of dubcon (maybe? I don’t know), high school sweethearts Atsumu and reader-chan, size kink, dirty talk, spitroasting, face fucking, blowjob, praise [from Bokuto], degradation [from Atsumu], use of “bunny”, creampie, no condoms sorry, Bokuto licks you one (1) time
Sounds of sneakers squeaking on the gym floor is the first thing that welcomes you upon entering through the metal doors. The packaged lunch in your hand has Atsumu’s name on it, the poor guy forgetting it in his rush. The MSBY Black Jackals had a team meeting early that morning, only to then go into a practice match between them and the Schweiden Adlers. The ball slamming against the floor broke you from the awe upon entering, eyes focusing on the man who was currently cheering. If memory serves right, that would be Bokuto Kōtarō. A clap on the back from Atsumu and the affectionate name of ‘Bokkun’ tells you you’re correct. Finding them all busy, you go over to the coach and explain what you’re doing there.
Once approved to stay until lunch break, you seat yourself next to Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s towels and bottles, watching the match. You knew your boyfriend was an excellent setter, as well as a server, but watching him in action was new to you. Yet, you found your eyes constantly drawn to the boisterous boy on the court who seemingly infected everyone around him with energy. Watching him be excited made you excited, the obvious lingering gaze on him instead of Atsumu. Even so, the boys didn’t notice you. Too focused on the game, they are honed into the ball and where it’s going.
The whistle blowing has your own thoughts stopping, looking at the referee who tells them it’s time for a break. Everyone seems to relax more at that, moving towards the benches for their lunches and water. Atsumu finally notices you, a pep in his step as he bounces over. “Ya made it!”
“You act like you didn’t have faith in me. It’s just a small delivery,” you smile, holding out the bag of lunch. Atsumu thanks you, sitting on the floor between your legs. “I can get up, you know,”
“Nah, I’m fine down here. I like the view,” he winks, your foot nudging his thigh. Rolling your eyes, you turn to the rest of his team, confusion etched across their faces as they stare.
“‘Tsumu, I think your team doesn’t know who I am,”
“Oh, shit, of course,” his jumbled mess of words come out around a mouth full of his sandwich. After swallowing, he turns to his teammates and smiles, chest puffed proudly. “This is my wonderful, adorable, and lovely girlfriend, [Y/N],”
“You have a girlfriend?” Sakusa asks, disgust on his face. You giggle at that while Atsumu pouts.
“Wow, you’re really pretty!” Hinata’s compliment has your face heating up, waving your hand in front of your face as you turn to see Bokuto staring at you.
“You really are,” he agrees with Hinata, a bright smile blooming across his face. The genuine smile has your face on fire, not so used to so much attention. Atsumu seems to focus his attention on you, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve never been the center of attention before,” your murmur is low, but Atsumu hears it over the conversation of everyone else. Bokuto seats himself next to you, your reaction is immediately to straighten your back and look at your hands. Every now and then, your eyes glance up to Atsumu and over to Bokuto before they go back down. It doesn’t take long for Atsumu to understand why you keep looking at Bokuto, a grin stretching across his face that he hides by taking a sip of water.
When the coach calls for practice to start back up, you take it upon yourself to leave. You don’t want to interfere with their playing and you find yourself liking the energetic player with the number 12 a little bit more than you want to. Atsumu gives you a peck on the cheek goodbye, telling you he’ll be home for dinner before jogging back to his position on the court. You wave goodbye to everyone, getting an energetic wave from Bokuto that has your chest fluttering.
You just hope Atsumu didn’t notice.
You love Atsumu, you really do. He’s your high school sweetheart and you’ve been through thick and thin together. Bokuto is very attractive, you can admit that to yourself, but he’s not Atsumu. You don’t actually know him like you know Atsumu and he doesn’t actually know you. Still, his genuine smile and that simple sentence— your chest warms at the memory.
That evening goes as every evening does. Before dinner finishes up, Atsumu comes through the door and gives you a nice, big, sweaty hug. It’s kind of gross, but you still love him anyways. You tell at him to wash up and by the time he’s finished, dinner is ready to serve and plated. After dinner, you both watch some TV. By the time the clock is striking 9:00 pm, you’re tired and so Atsumu, but he seems excited.
That’s new.
It isn’t until you get into the bedroom do you understand why he’s excited. He tells you to strip down to your underwear and then leaves. The creaking of the door opening confuses you, but then Atsumu is back.. with Bokuto. The man who seemed to work his way into your heart with a smile and a sentence is suddenly in your bedroom doorframe.
“Uh, ‘Tsumu? What’s— what’s going on?” you chuckle, eyes flitting from your boyfriend and Bokuto, who seems excited at the sight. You have a feeling he’d have jumped you if Atsumu wasn’t in front of him.
“It was a surprise. You seem to like him after meeting him,” he continues before you can stop him, “so, here he is! He’s full of energy, plus I’ve always wondered what it looked like to see you get fucked looked like,”
“Atsumu! That’s crude!” But you’re smiling. Atsumu then gestures from Bokuto to you.
“Please, enjoy your stay,” he grins. Bokuto nods, moving into the room. His joggers don’t hide the erection beneath them, the mere size of it has you clenching around nothing. A smirk paints across your lips as you look to Atsumu, who’s settling himself against the closed door.
“Shall I assume I’m in the classic position?”
“Please,” he smirks back, watching as you move from your sitting position to have your hands and knees on the bed. The shuffling of clothing behind you suddenly stops, so you turn your head and wiggle your butt to entice Bokuto.
“C’mon, big boy. Show me what you got,” you grin, watching his face bloom a sweet shade of pink as he gets on the bed. But he doesn’t touch you quite yet.
“Are you sure I’m allowed?”
“I could show you, if you prefer it that way,” Atsumu’s offer is almost immediately declined. Bokuto’s rapid shake of the head has Atsumu relaxing against the wall, an evident erection in his pants. “Then go on. Show me how well you can fuck my girlfriend, Bokkun,”
It’s the last thing Bokuto needs.
Large hands practically shred your panties, ripping them down to your knees that are firmly planted against the bed. A murmur of “sweet pussy,” comes from behind you, followed by Bokuto’s tongue flicking against your folds. Even his tongue is thick and wide, delving between the skin and swiping at the bit of juices leaking from your cunt. The obscene sounds of slurping comes from behind you, hands grasping at the sheets as your eyes roll. The feeling is more intense than when Atsumu does it, the ministrations having a bit of hurried fervor to them, licking and slurping as if it’s his last meal on earth. Moans spill from your lips, mouth continuously open as they do.
The common feeling of an orgasm rises in your gut, the knot twisting as your toes curl. Light headedness follows, a strained mewl as your body twitches coming soon after and Bokuto groans, the vibrations causing more slick to slip out. When he removes his face from between your legs, you can barely lift your head up. “How does she taste?”
“Absolutely delicious. As sweet as I thought she would,” Bokuto coos, pressing kisses against your skin, trailing them up your back until his lips run against your throat, stopping at your cheek. His tongue flicks out against the sweaty skin, leaving a sticky trail of his saliva. “You’re just so beautiful,”
With his head next to yours, his arms caging you in, it suddenly hits hot big he is compared to you. The simple act of him over you making you feel so small that has you practically creaming. Bokuto’s cock brushes against your folds, the tip rubbing in the slick as coating it. “She’s a beautiful slut, aren’t you?” Atsumu says, voice low and tinged with lust. Instead of a proper response, you whine at the feeling of Bokuto rubbing his cock past your folds, teasing the entrance. Feeling his cock just brushing against you, your folds parting to encompass him has you whining at the anticipation. You know he’s bigger than Atsumu, thicker at least.
You’re right.
The scream that comes from your throat once Bokuto plunges into your tiny cunt has his groaning, eyes rolling as he’s only 1/3 of the way in you. Squeezing him so tightly, you’re practically gushing around his girth. But Bokuto doesn’t move, gentle shushes as he runs his large hand up and down your sides, occasionally dipping over your ass and down your thighs.
“It’s okay, pretty girl. I got you, I got you,” he coos, lips brushing against your spine as you grit your teeth and attempt to move back. Large hands grip your sides, growling. “Don’t hurt yourself,”
“More! I wan’ more, Bokkun,” your whines have him pushing in, listening to your request. No more screams, but you do happen to mewl, mixed with whimpers as he continues to split you open farther than Atsumu ever has. It’s a horrible thing, wishing Bokuto could fuck you everyday with the way he stretches you out. He’s so big, body completely encompassing yours as his weight keeps you pinned down with your ass in the air.
“God, you’re so beautiful. Can’t believe I get to wreck this pussy, all while your boyfriend watches from the sidelines,” Bokuto grunts, hips slapping against your ass as he starts a rhythm. Eyes rolling once more, you moan as you grin, lost in pleasure. The feeling is just so good, your walls fluttering around him as drool drips from your lips, muffled mewl that goes into the sheets as a second orgasm comes on, the feeling of bliss and euphoria filling your body as the liquid drips down Bokuto’s cock. Curling and sticking to his hair, it has strands of the slick connecting his hips to your ass as he fails into you.
So lost in the pleasure of Bokuto’s cock in you, you don’t even notice Atsumu has moved from his original position against the door. Suddenly, his hard cock is thrusted in front of your face as he pulls on your hair, dark eyes lidded as they look down at you. “You’re having too much fun, slut. Now open your fucking mouth,”
“Don’t be so mean, Tsum-Tsum. A cute little bunny like her needs praise, don’t you, pretty girl?” When Bokuto calls you ‘bunny’ and ‘pretty girl’, you find yourself clenching around him, moaning in agreement. “She likes that,”
“Slutty little bunnies just like being fucked, that’s all she is,” Atsumu grunts, hand tugging on your hair to keep your mouth on his cock. “Fuck, both your holes are good,” his moans come out more as you focus on utilizing your tongue, pressing it against the underside and flicking it against the slit. He keeps his hand in your hair, but he doesn’t tug hard as Bokuto’s pace picks up, your body bouncing with each thrust.
“Fuck, you’re so good. So fucking good,” Bokuto’s voice gets higher with each smack of his hips against you. His heavy balls are dripping with your cum, slick and smacking against your clit as the burning sensation of overstimulation set in. Your walls burn, the stretch becoming uncomfortable as Bokuto’s cock rubs against them. Atsumu’s cock goes farther in your mouth each time Bokuto thrusts up into you, cock bumping against the roof of your mouth. It isn’t until Bokuto lets out a whine of his own, burying himself to the hilt as his strong arms press you close to him. Atsumu pulls you all the way down on his cock, head thrown back as he groans, his hot load shooting down your throat. The feeling of Bokuto’s cum filling you up has your eyes widening, but you suck him dry. Feeling his cock rub against your walls and his balls tending against your clit as he finishes has your walls squeezing him tightly, like a vice.
Eventually, both of them finish shooting their loads into your holes. Bokuto’s arms release you as Atsumu’s hand lets your hair go. Your body falls against the bed, laying on your side as your legs spread. Bokuto’s cum spurts out of your cunt, oozing down your thigh and over your ass. In the afterglow of everything, the only sound filling the room now is heavy breathing.
Bokuto breaks the silence first, his cock still hard and covered in cum. “Can I go again?” He whines. You smile at him before looking to Atsumu, who runs a hand through his hair.
“Have at it, big boy. It’s your turn, after all,”
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#Mr. Kōtarō#BB.Kinky#tw.dubcon#maybe#bokuto smut#bokuto x reader#atsumu smut#atsumu x reader#Bokuto x reader x Atsumu#tw.degradation#cw.threesome#Mr. ‘Tsumu#BB.Requests#cw.praise#cw.licking#Bokuto.Spice#Atsumu.Spice#Miya.Spice
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Just Like Us
Gym 3 Trio [Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo] x reader
A/N : so my bias showed a bit in this fic I’m sorry to the Kuroo stans
Warnings : consensual non-con (rape play), blowjob(s), creampie(s), knife play, blood, cuckolding, dacryphilia, mention of branding, choking, degradation, mindbreak, Bokuto takes a picture (1)
It started out as such a peaceful night. Why did it have to go wrong? With Akaashi’s arm draped over you shoulders, you snuggle closer to him as the rain pours outside and the movie plays. It’s an old movie, one in black and white, but it’s a sweet movie about lovers finding one another after being separated for so long. A peace encompasses your form as eyes struggle to stay awake, soon shattered by the door being flung open. In your shock, you stand up as Akaashi moves in front of you, the two large men in your apartment with their faces covered, eyes exposed now roaming your form. A horrible turn of events, it truly is.
“Looks like it wasn’t empty after all. My bad,” the taller one says. He’s not as broad as the other one, and they’re both considered tall in your opinion, but the glinting metal in his hand gives you another reason to shiver in fear.
“Keiji,” you whisper, holding onto his shirt. He doesn’t look away from the two intruders, his eyes looking at the knife— knives, as the two men hold them out.
“Looks like we have a nice little present for us. A cute little girl. Won’t be you nice and help us out?” The broader one says. His silver hair stands out, a striking color against the darkness of the apartment and the black clothing.
“I don’t— I don’t want to,” you whimper out, trying to conceal yourself in Akaashi’s shadow. A low growl from the man has you yelping, fear stabbing every nerve in your body.
“Let me repeat myself, help us out, little girl. Or your pretty boyfriend gets hurt,”
“Don’t say anything, [Y/N]. He’s just trying to scare you,” Akaashi whispers to you, eyes still on the intruders. The taller one moves forward, quicker than you expected as he rips Akaashi from you.
“Keiji!” You go to run after him, but the other intruder comes up behind you, arm around your waist and a knife at your throat. He shushes you as tears flow down your cheeks, watching the other man push Akaashi down onto the loveseat, him settling next to Akaashi with his own knife at your lover’s throat. A hiccup comes from you as the other man pulls you back, closer to the TV, still running the old movie.
“Let’s give him a show, why don’t we?” He breathes on your neck, chuckling as you shiver. Sniffing your hair, sending another shiver through you. “You smell so sweet, I guess it’s my lucky day,” he chuckles again. He removes himself from you, a breath you didn’t know you were holding being freed from your lunges. The man isn’t too far from you, the screen illuminating his knife as he turns it in his hand. “Strip for me, pretty girl,”
“What?” “No!” You and Akaashi say at the same time. Akaashi, however, is quickly silenced when the knife is pressed closer to his neck, a small nick in his pristine skin.
“Stop! Don’t hurt him,” you go to move, but a knife is brought closer to you.
“Strip and he won’t get hurt. We’re waiting,” he says, golden eyes lidded as he stares at you. You whimper as you look at the knife, silently apologizing to Akaashi as you nod. Akaashi makes a strangled form of protest, quickly silenced by the man at his side pressing the knife in more. More red liquid dribbles from Akaashi’s neck, your eyes wide and glossy with tears as you force down a sob. It’s no good to Akaashi if you cry, just bear with it and take off your clothes.
You’re slow, hesitant in your undressing, but the men don’t seem to care. With shaky fingers, you go to unbutton your pajama shirt, the plastic buttons easily popping through their holes as you reach the end faster than anticipated. Shaky breaths leave you, a heaving chest as more tears fall from your eyes, the shirt dropping and pooling behind your feet.
The man beside you cheers, laughing as the other one does, too. “Look at that, she’s not wearing a bra! You wearing any panties, little girl? You just some slut for your boy toy, is that it?” He sneers, coming closer to you as the cold metal rests between your breasts. More tears come out as you close your eyes, turning from the view. The view of the man’s hard cock straining in his trousers, the urge to kneel and vomit overwhelming. “Well, don’t stop now. Keep going,” he urges, not moving.
“You’re.. You’re too close,” you hiccup, rubbing your face, wiping away the tears. There’s snot, too, but you don’t bother with it. They’ve already seen a vulnerable part of you.
“Don’t mind me. Keep going or I’ll slice it off of you, maybe some skin, too,” he blows on your ear, chuckling when you visibly shiver. You hesitantly nod, shaky fingers going to your shorts, untying the string holding them up. Once loose, they easily fall and pool beneath you, your form wracking with sobs as the knife trails down to your exposed thighs. “Pretty pink panties. You a virgin or something? Or just an innocent looking whore? You’re probably soaking from this, turned on by being violated. Should I check, Kuroo?”
It’s the first time a name has been used for one of the men, the man dubbed ‘Kuroo’ hissing as he stands up, knife leaving Akaashi’s throat. “Dude, don’t use my fucking name!”
“Oops, slipped my mind,” he shrugs as if it isn’t a big deal. It’s the only information you have on the men, but it’s something. “Get on your knees,”
The last line was directed at you, his hand pushing into your shoulder as you whimper, his strength far surpassing yours. Another muffled noise from Akaashi as you’re face to face with the intruder’s bulging cock in his pants. “You know what to do. Don’t make me tell you,” he growls. You nod and obey, glancing at Akaashi to see tears down his face. It hurts you, but what other choice do you have? With even shakier hands, you managed to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, a dark spot on his grey boxers. You gulp as you slowly pull down the fabric, his cock popping out and landing against your face. It’s only for a moment before you move it, but the flash and a shutter clicking means it was enough time for the man to catch a picture. “Something to remember you by, sweetheart,”
“Look at that, she’s so tiny compared to him. Isn’t it erotic? Watching your little girlfriend get violated?” Kuroo said to Akaashi, the knife away from his throat but still close by, glinting from the credits of the movie. You did look pretty erotic, your hands wrapping around the stranger’s cock as your lashes fluttered, shining streams of silver cascading down your cheeks. It was disgusting to admit it, but Akaashi felt his own sweatpants tighten as his gunmetal blue eyes continued to watch you. It doesn’t help that the man’s hand runs through your hand, fisting the strands as you open your mouth to protest, his cock slipping in as you gag. He’s thick and long, only fitting in half before face-fucking you, groaning as he throws his head back. Golden eyes lidded, he pulls down his mask as he smirks at Akaashi.
“Seems like someone’s trained her to take cock like a good bitch. I should thank you,” he hisses through his teeth, your tongue running on the underside as drools spills out of your mouth. “Fuck, you’re doing wonderful,”
Akaashi watches as your glossy eyes glance at him, shame burning in your eyes as you look back up at the man, one hand on his thigh and the other one rubbing the length you can’t take in. Kuroo’s cackle takes him out of his trance, the tip of the knife tapping lightly against the bulge in his sweatpants. “Someone’s enjoying this, getting all hard from your girlfriend getting face-fucked by a stranger? You’re just like us, perverted and disgusting,” he sneers the last bit, yellow eyes narrowed as he grins and cackles once more. Shame burns in Akaashi’s eyes, his throat tightening with guilt as you look at him, a hint of disgust laced in your eyes. A whine comes from you when the man picks up the pace, you choking around his cock as both your hands are on his thighs, steadying yourself. Drool pools on your breasts, falling down the path of gravity as you continue gagging, taking as much as you can.
A moan from Akaashi has your eyes glancing at him once more, eyes widening as Kuroo has your boyfriend’s cock out, thumbing the slit as he licks his lips. “Nice and hard. You like being cucked that much?”
“N-No, I— ah!” He hisses in response, Kuroo’s hand now pumping his shaft.
“You gonna cum? Show how disgusting you really are?” He hums, pressing a kiss to Akaashi’s shoulder. His eyes glance at the two of you, tears falling freely down your face as Bokuto stills himself deep in your throat, your eyes rolling back as he does. He doesn’t spill his seed, pulling you off his cock before doing that. Your mouth is still wide open, eyes rolled back as he paints your face. Thick ropes of cum drip down your face, onto your chest and the carpet below you.
“Nice one, Bokuto! Ready to switch?” Kuroo grins. Bokuto nods, licking his lips as his hand runs through your hair one more time, thumb wiping his cum and your tears before licking it. He’s still hard, cock bobbing as he walks towards Kuroo. Kuroo pulls Akaashi up, his own cock bobbing with the forceful pulling of his arm. Bokuto takes Kuroo’s place and vice versa, Kuroo kneeling in front of you as you’re on your hands and knees, catching your breath and heaving. Bokuto forces Akaashi to kneel down behind you, spitting in his hand before pumping Akaashi’s cock, who groans in response. “I bet your little slut’s just as disgusting as you. How much you wanna bet?”
“I have an idea. We get to cum inside her pretty, puffy little pussy if she gets off on it. If not, we’ll leave you two alone. Sound good?” Bokuto hums, using his knife to slide your panties to the side, the damp fabric clinging to your folds. “Look at that, she’s soaking from me taking advantage of her. You’re both just like us, aren’t you?”
“No, we’re not. You’re disgusting,” Akaashi spits, eyes narrowed towards the intruders. Bokuto drops his knife, pulling your panties down as you gasp, the air hitting your hot, slicked folds. Kuroo takes it upon himself to force his cock in your mouth, warm and wet from Bokuto’s rough treatment. Bokuto slicks Akaashi’s cock up with your slick, pushing him into you as he groans, your walls tight and wet. He doesn’t want to admit it, but you’re not usually this wet when you two fuck, it taking his fingers and mouth to have your cunt drooling. It only took a blowjob for a stranger to do the same. Bokuto keeps Akaashi still, knife against his back as his chin hooks over his shoulder.
“Just stay still and feel her. Bet she’s nice and snug, huh?” He hums, lightly tracing figures on Akaashi’s hip, looking at Kuroo.
“She’s definitely nice and warm up here. Lotta spit for a smooth entrance,” Kuroo breathes out, chest heaving as you suck him off. His knife is close to you, a silent threat. It’s moving out of your peripheral, but the cool metal against your cheek has you clenching around Akaashi, him groaning as Bokuto chuckles.
“She tightened up, didn’t she? Mm, seems like she likes it,” he trails his own knife down your backside, digging the blade into your hip as you cry out around Kuroo’s cock. More drool drips down onto the carpet, Akaashi hunching over your form as he moans, your walls squeezing and sucking him in. Bokuto grins and trails one hand over Akaashi’s nipples, tweaking the bud between his fingers as your lover moans, releasing inside you. You mewl around Kuroo’s cock, eyes rolling as the familiar sensation of being filled fills your tight walls. Kuroo pulls you off his dick, your eyes glossy from tears and lust, tongue hanging out as you gulp in air, heaving. “Is it time?”
“Oh yeah, it’s time,” Kuroo smirks, moving away from you. Your sigh in relief is quickly taken away once another cock fills you up, this one thicker than Akaashi’s. You moan as he enters, walls constricting as you suck him in. You look up to see Kuroo with Akaashi in his lap, his dick covered in his cum as the knife is back at his throat.
“Look at that! She came as soon as I put it in. I guess that means I get to cum inside,” Bokuto licks his lips, hands gripping your waist. He doesn’t waste any time, jackhammering into your insides as your cheek falls against the carpet in the puddle of your spit. It’s disgusting and vile, but you can’t help the moans and mewls pouring from your lips as Bokuto fucks you relentlessly, his balls soaked with your juices. The smacking of skin invades your senses, eyes rolling as the vision of Akaashi blurs until you finally feel your sanity break, begging for more. “Oh, look at that! Do you want more, pretty girl? Huh?”
“Yes, please! Cum inside me, fill me up! I want your cum! I want more!” Your back arches, Bokuto’s arm reaching around to pull you up. Your nails dig into his thick arm, tightening more as he mercilessly pounds into you.
Screams of ‘more’ and ‘harder’ spill from your mouth, tongue out as you feel yourself cream around Bokuto’s cock again, a gargled moan as you do. He just laughs and continues fucking you, groaning when he buries himself to the hilt, painting your insides with his thick seed. A lick to your cheek before he drops you, your head colliding with the carpet floor. “Look at that. A proper slut, you are,”
“Mm...” you moan, nodding. Your cunt aches, clenching around nothing once Bokuto pulls out. Where you were cut also burns, the red liquid dripping onto and staining the carpet. You sigh, gathering up your energy. “Red,”
“Shit, you okay?” Kuroo’s arms wrap around you, checking you over. Bokuto and Akaashi are next to you in a moment, worried eyes scanning you. You just nod, waving them off.
“A bit exhausted, that’s all,” you smile, tired but genuine. Kuroo sighs in relief, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. Akaashi leaves the room, only to come back with a first aid kit and a warm washcloth.
“Bokuto-san, I think you were too rough,” he says. The man in question pouts, looking towards you. A shake of your head has his frown disappearing.
“No, it was just a long scene. I enjoyed it, though. We should do it again,”
“Can we try branding next time?!” Bokuto’s energetic voice comes from the bedroom. He comes out with clothes for you and Akaashi, much more comfortable than the clothes you wore before.
“Sure, Bo. Next time,”
#BB.Kinky#bokuto x reader#kuroo x reader#akaashi x reader#Mr. Kōtarō#Mr. Tetsurō#Mr. Keiji#BB.Dark#tw.blood#tw.knife#tw.noncon#tw.cnc#haikyuu smut#bokuto smut#akaashi smut#kuroo smut#gym three trio#Bokuto.Spice#Akaashi.Spice#Kuroo.Spice#tw.choking#tw.mindbreak#tw.degradation
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In Your Eyes
Bokuto Kōtarō x Chubby!Reader
Author’s Note : There are some dark things in here and if you feel suicidal please do not keep it bottled in. It’s not healthy and needs to be addressed. The really bad stuff isn’t until the middle (right before the smut, basically), so be warned! That’s where the suicidal stuff is and like I said, if you do any of this or feel suicidal please seek professional help because it’s not worth keeping unhealthy feelings inside ; If you are wondering why Bokuto’s obsessed with licking and biting in this, I have been rereading a doujin where Bokuto does that and, well, it’s hot ; I swear this would not have taken me so long if I didn’t keep crying while writing it omg I would be dead if I had a shot every time I had to stop writing so I could wipe my tears and snot. This is why I don’t like to read or write angst but wow was that therapeutic.
Warnings: angst, fat shaming, use of the word “pig”, body dysmorphia (inability to look in a mirror), vomit, suicidal tendencies/intention (via overdose) + implied past actions alcohol, soft!dom Bokuto, choking, creampie(s), mating press+doggy style, licking and biting, facesitting
The cheers of the crowd erupted as the whistle blew. Once again, the MSBY Black Jackals had won. This match was against the Red Falcons, another team in the V.1 division. It was a close call, but Hinata managed to break the deuce with his monstrous quick attack and seal the set with their victory.
The team was jumping and bouncing, giving out high fives as they did. Of course, they had to shake hands with the Adlers, bowing to the audience and thanking them for their support. When Bokuto did his classic ‘Bokuto Beam’ move towards the audience, you could hear the girls squealing and giggling. It isn’t like they didn’t do the same when Atsumu or Hinata waved to them, but it hit you different. After all, they were beautiful in your eyes, slim and flawless.
Oh, yes. You’re the MSBY Black Jackal’s manager, being a classmate of Hinata in his second and third year (as in you tutored him and helped manage the volleyball club with Yachi). Hinata was your first friend, which kind of sounds pathetic. It was, if you were being honest with yourself. Being heavier than the average girl at your school subjected you to bullying and pranks that ended with you crying until you threw up. Hinata never made you feel like that, though. He always made sure you were comfortable and every member of the club at Karasuno treated you like an angel. You ended up applying to be the MSBY manager when Hinata asked, saying they needed a manager and wondered if you could apply. Well, it was either that or finding a job at the circus, as your family would sneer at you. Truly, Hinata was the first to accept you.
Once you got the job, it was like being back at Karasuno, honestly. Everyone was friendly and treated you no differently than they would treat others. However, you wished one of them would treat you differently.
Bokuto.
He was the ace of the team, a goofy fella that could make anyone smile. Including you. Aside from Hinata, he made you feel accepted and made you forget about any woes and horrid thoughts you were facing. He didn’t know about them like Hinata did, but you were sure he’d treat you different if he knew.
Once everything was packed up, you and the coach headed out, the team not too far behind you.
“Shōyō-kun, that was one of yer best sets yet!” Atsumu cheerily piped up, walking behind Hinata. Hinata was right beside you, as he always was.
“I’m glad you think so! I don’t know if we can surprise the Adlers next time, though. Kageyama still knows my tricks,” he huffed as he finished his statement, putting his hair down so he could mock Kageyama. You giggled at his antics.
“Alright, change up and meet at the bus in 10 minutes, let’s go!” Coach commanded. Each member voiced their acquiescence. You decided to use this opportunity to go to the bathroom. After all, their match lasted almost an hour, if not more.
In the restrooms, you were almost done when you heard a bunch of girls giggling as they entered. Instead of leaving, you stayed in place, waiting for them to go.
You wish you hadn’t.
“Gosh, those boys are so attractive!” One of them said. Two voices agreed.
“Have you seen Atsumu and Kageyama? They’re both so hot!”
“I was too focused on that number 12,” oh no, “Bokuto, I think? He’s a good looking man, bet he has the stamina of a god, too,”
“Yeah, it’s a shame their brand is ruined by that mascot of theirs.” What?
“Mascot? Oh! You mean the pig? Yeah, she does put a damper on everything, doesn’t she? Imagine being that attractive and having that thing follow you around!” The girl cackled, her friends following suit. You felt your stomach drop, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as you listened to them.
It was easy to forget you were different when you with the team since they made you feel normal, but that didn’t mean others wouldn’t notice you.
The girls eventually left, the door slamming shut behind them. Whether they came in there to do makeup or just talk shit about you knowing you were in there didn’t matter. Not when you were crumpled up on the floor as sobs wracked your frame. Life sucks.
It’s not like you didn’t try! That’s the other thing! You try to lose weight and nothing happens, exercising doesn’t do much and diets are practically useless. You used to go to the gym, but stopped when you kept getting stares. You also used to run with Hinata in the mornings, but since he was so much faster than you, you stopped. What’s the point if you’re panting and breathless after a minute while he’s still going strong after 30 minutes? It felt like nothing would ever help.
A buzzing interrupted your crying fest, you sniffling as you wipe away the tears and look at the screen. It’s from the groupchat, Hinata asking if you’re okay and they were all at the bus. You typed back a quick ‘K’ and got up. The best you could hope for was nobody would point out the red eyes and the sniffling.
Hinata knew of your troubles, being there for you when you broke down in school more often than not. When you confided that he was the first person you felt comfortable with, it broke him. Seeing you had bottled up your emotions because nobody bothered to listen or care, it made him want to include you in his life. He would invite you over for dinner and his sister would excitedly talk to you, never making you feel uncomfortable. When he heard that you were in Osaka, he immediately called you up about being the MSBY manager.
He also knew of your crush on Bokuto. It was obvious to him, with how you looked at the ace with longing. Hinata even encouraged you to confess, but that was quickly dismissed when you told Hinata how you felt like Bokuto deserved better than someone like you. Bokuto was muscular, attractive, and charming — in your eyes, he deserved to be with someone his equal. That did not mean you. Hinata knew of your troubles, but he also knew of Bokuto’s. Bokuto has a crush on you, too, finding himself more accepted with you around. Contrary to the ace’s personality, he was insecure in a lot of things. He wasn’t very smart, which was often pointed out by others. He knew when someone was upset, though, so he always knew he needed to make you feel better.
Once you arrived at the bus, Hinata greeted you as everyone else had boarded. “What’s wrong?”
“The same old thing, you know,” you sniffle, your voice cracking as you remember the hateful words. Hinata’s face soured as you said those words. Back in high school, he would sit down and cry with you. Now, he was tired of you still being picked on as an adult.
“Immature, that’s what they are. Come on, we’re gonna stop by that restaurant you love.” Oh great, food. You may have been starving when the match ended, but after the incident, you just wanted to go home and cry. You numbly nodded and followed Hinata onto the bus. The coach didn’t bother pointing out anything, but he sent you a sad look when he noticed the red eyes on you. You sadly smiled and continued to your seat, behind the coach as the bus started to move. Curling into your jacket, you tried to think of something else.
The restaurant was a disaster. Everyone had been excited and gotten off the bus when a bunch of fangirls came up to them. You had just smiled and shook your head, feeling better already. At least, you had been until the girls noticed you and gave you looks of disgust. It was short lived, their attention turning back to the boys, so you briskly walked off, into the restaurant, away from the crowd. It took almost 5 minutes for the girls to leave, but you refused to eat anything other than a salad and drink water. Even then, you excused yourself to the restroom to take a break, crying and attempting to force yourself to throw up. Once home, you locked the front door and let your emotions spill out. Crying and screaming was common, so that’s what you did. Then came the process — getting rid of any reflective surface. Turning off the lights, turning on the tv, covering the mirrors with sheets, closing the blinds, shutting out any possibility of looking at yourself. Even with nobody around, those words and looks stuck and struck deep, you eventually curling into yourself on your bed as you cried yourself to sleep.
The next day came, your alarm ringing and the sound bouncing off the walls. You turned it off, completely turning off your phone. Instead of dealing with alarms and people, you’d suffer alone behind the comfort of your home.
The team was worried, you were never late. Bokuto was more pouty than normal, your cheerful greeting missing from his morning and his bear hug. Atsumu also missed your cheerful greeting, asking Hinata if he knew of anything. When Hinata said he did not, he texted and called you, receiving no answer.
Okay, then he’d go to you.
Hinata had stayed at your apartment before, spending the night or just to hang out. Sometimes he brings you food and snacks when you need it, or he just checks on you. He has a spare key in case of anything and he’s glad he does when the door’s locked with no answer. He calls you once more time, knocking until he hears something. It’s faint, but it sounds like movement. So, you’re awake. But not answering the door. Sighing, he unlocks the door.
The apartment is not surprising to him, the windows covered and reflective surfaces covered. He was afraid of this, but he continues on. When he reaches your room, he hears more sniffling and crying. “[Y/N]?”
“Leave me be, Shōyō,”
“[Y/N], please. The team misses you,”
“Fuck off. I’m a charity case to them, I know it. Why else would they keep me around? I should just wallow away,” your voice sounds tired, the thought of the boys sticking with you out of pity a common thought you’ve had.
A thought that isn’t true, but breaks Hinata’s heart. “You know that’s not true. Everyone loves you! Even Bokuto,”
“Shōyō, shut up. Empty words do nothing. Maybe it’d be better if I just... stayed here. Maybe I should just end the misery,”
“Do not. Talk like that. Please.” Hinata’s voice cracks with each word. He knew you were bad, but you could pretend like everything was fine. He should’ve known the harsh treatment yesterday would affect you like this. He should’ve spent the night with you when you ordered a salad and a water. He should’ve told the coach or Meian when you went to the bathroom for 10 minutes that you were trying to throw up. Your lie of there being a line was obvious, a common excuse after a long time away. Hinata felt his chest tighten as he realized you didn’t answer him. “I’m getting Bokuto.”
“Shōyō! Don’t you dare!” Your screams do nothing as he basically runs out your apartment, you flinging the door open to see him gone. You start crying more, afraid that Bokuto will see just how pathetic you are. If he ever looked at you with disgust, the way everyone else does, you don’t know if you could continue on with your life.
Maybe it’d be better that way.
Bokuto doesn’t really know what’s going on, one moment he’s stretching and the next he’s running to the train station with Hinata’s words repeating over and over again.
‘[Y/N] needs you’
Bokuto’s first thought immediately went into the gutters, a blush coating his cheeks until Hinata continued.
‘I think she’s in trouble’
With those two sentences, Bokuto ran off, forgetting his bag and just taking his phone with him. He only needed his phone, really. Strange stares from the public didn’t bother him, he knows he’s still wearing his practice clothes and his knee pads, the material looking like leggings. He made it to the train station before it left, getting on and calling Hinata back.
“Bokuto?”
“I’m on the train, is everything okay?” He was panting, the train station being a bit away from the practice gym. He didn’t even bother sitting, just standing beside the doors.
“I don’t know. She’s.. She’s in a bad place. She won’t listen to me, but she’ll listen to you,” Hinata’s words are slightly muffled, sniffling accompanying his sentence. The words make Bokuto’s chest tighten.
“I don’t know what I can do, you’re her best friend. What could I do?”
“She’s in love with you. Has been for a while, actually. I know you can help her where I can’t. Just — I’ll give you her apartment key when you get to the station. Once I do, please go to her. Please,”
“I—“ Bokuto’s eyes are wide, his face definitely pink now. He’s still worried about you, but the idea of you actually liking him — no, loving him the same way he loves you, it makes him giddy. It gives him the push he needs to make it to you.
As soon as the doors open, there’s Hinata, holding a key ring for him to take. Bokuto doesn’t hesitate, a quick nod in Hinata’s direction before he rushes off to your apartment complex. All of the boys have been to your apartment before, but Bokuto and Hinata are the only ones who know the way to the place. Bokuto has gotten a bit drunk before and ended up crashing at your place, as well as just staying there when practices run late since his place is the farthest away from their practice gym.
Arriving at the apartment, he slides the key in and turns the knob, momentarily confused at the sheets covering your glass coffee table and the TV, but he continues in. He knocks on your bedroom door. “[Y/N]? Are you in here?” When he gets no response, he freaks out. Turning the knob, he notices you’re not in there, but there are more sheets covering things, as well as the blinds being shut. Even more confused, he turns back to the hallway and notices the bathroom door is closed. Fear strikes him as he thinks he knows why you’re not answering — he hopes he’s wrong.
When he opens the door, he realizes he was partially right. With a bottle of wine pressed to your lips, an empty pill bottle in one hand, your eyes wide as Bokuto’s golden eyes met yours. A brief moment of anger flashed across his face before you were forced over the toilet, his thick fingers going down your throat.
“Shtap!” Your muffled voice comes out, gagging around his fingers as he attempts to activate your gag reflex. He doesn’t stop, your squirming easily quelled against his strong grip on your arms pinning them back. You feel the bile rise and then you’re expelling the contents of your stomach into the toilet, coughing and sputtering as the painkillers you just took are now emptied into the porcelain bowl. Bokuto doesn’t let go of you as you cry, trying to get out of his hold.
He doesn’t know what he should bring up first, the fact Hinata called him over or the fact he caught you in the middle of a suicide attempt. You’re screaming and telling him to get off of you, but he instead holds you closer, your sobs fading as tears spill out of his own eyes, staining the hoodie you’re in. “Why would you do that?” He whispers.
You don’t know how to respond to that, instead choosing the phrase, “why not?” His face scrunches up and you don’t know if he’s in pain or angry as he shakes you.
“Why would you do that?! Don’t you know how many people would be distraught over you? Hinata would be inconsolable! Who would TsumTsum and I joke with? Did you even think about that? Did you think about me?” His voice is loud and it makes you cry harder, the weight of his words hitting deep. Bokuto’s been there for you through a lot and you’ve been facing all your problems on your own. “You can’t just do that! That’s selfish!”
“Why would it matter, Bo? What’s the point? I can’t face myself let alone face my feelings! Why not just stop hurting?” You’re both crying, him holding onto you tightly as you dry heave a bit, a stinging in the back of your throat and an arrow in your heart.
“Why can’t you face your feelings? You have Hinata and me!” Before you can tell him something else, he presses his lips to your forehead. You freeze. “I don’t know what I’d do if you left me. I don’t think I could live without you,” He dryly chuckles, tears still streaking down his face. You hiccup and look down, afraid to face him.
“You don’t mean that. You’re trying to make me feel better, I know. Just be honest with your feelings. I’m already low enough, no reason to keep up appearances,” more tears come out as you try to not break into another fit. Bokuto would never look at you the same you looked at him, especially not after seeing you like this. You couldn’t blame him, you look like a mess in your old sweatpants and the old hoodie that felt too tight even if it was one of the largest sizes you could find. Your hair is no better, hasn’t been brushed and you’ve been in bed for a while.
“Hinata said you loved me—“
“Stop,”
“So I came because he said he was worried—“
“You don’t need to say it,”
“If I had been a second later—“
“Stop it, please,”
“I wouldn’t have been able to tell you my feelings—“
“Please, don’t,” you cover your face, tears blurring your vision anyways. Bokuto removes your hands, looking into your eyes. His own are full of warmth and love, not disgust or regret. It makes you cry more, a horrible wail as you dive into his chest. He laughs as his arms wrap around you, comforting in these dark moments.
“I love you, you know? I have for a while,”
“Why? What do you see in me? What could I possibly have to attract you? I’m not—“
“Don’t say it. Don’t say ‘I’m not like other girls’, because everyone’s different. You make me want to be a better man, you make me excited for each new day. Nobody can compare to you,”
“I can’t.. I’m sorry, I can’t trust you. I’ve— I’ve been made fun of for too long, I want to trust you, I want to love you, I want to be with you, but I don’t know if my heart can take another one,”
“Another— what?”
“It’s a long story, I don’t want to bore you,”
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he nuzzles your cheek, more tears spilling out as your chest tightens with love.
You decided to explain to him what happened in the past and how you trusted Hinata. Bokuto brought you to your room and made you some tea, brought a bottle of water, and also made you a snack. The thought of eating made you feel sick, but a pouty buff man had you slowly nibbling on the piece of toast. You hadn’t eaten since dinner the previous day, so you wanted to inhale it, but you didn’t think you could stomach it.
After explaining everything to Bokuto, you tried to laugh it off, saying it wasn’t a big deal, but he refused to accept that. A quick call to Hinata to let him know you were okay and that Bokuto would be taking a day off was the next step, letting Bokuto stay with you for the rest of the day. He didn’t want to leave you alone, the fear of almost losing you still making his heart race in a bad way. Even as you just scrolled through InstaGram on your phone, he worried if he left you’d go back to the dark headspace. He couldn’t stop it, but he figured he could prevent it.
The first thing to change your mood is get you in the shower.
When he bounced back into your room, you looked at him from your position. You looked exhausted, the toast only half eaten but the glass was empty. Bokuto shook his head and clicked his tongue. “You need to refresh yourself. Time to take a shower!”
“What are you, my dad? If you want me to do it then make me,” You muttered, snuggling back under the covers. Bokuto closed his eyes and sighed, trying to not say anything sexual.
“I will throw you over my shoulder and into the bathroom. Don’t underestimate me, [Y/N],” the bed dips as he sits on the edge. “I’ll strip you down and wash you if I have to,”
“Why are you so forceful? Damn,” you made it sound like a bad thing, but you were smiling. “Fine, I’ll shower. You don’t gotta wash me, I’m not a baby,”
“But you’re my baby?” He sounded so confused, you freezing half out of the bed. Clearing your throat, you continued.
“Uh, sure. Are you planning on leaving soon? Or..”
“Nope! I’m staying over. I’ll change the sheets while you shower, too!”
“Oh, okay,” you say, numbly getting up to get clothes. With the lack of clean clothes, you have a few shirts and some pajama pants, but your stomach twists as you realize why they’re clean. They don’t fit as nicely as the other clothes, so you face two options: reuse the hoodie you’re wearing or face the humiliation of putting on a tight shirt. Thinking of the restriction, you decide the hoodie would be best. A large pair of pajama pants and a pair of panties is all you take, but Bokuto notices the lack of clothes.
“Are you just changing your pants? You’re showering, right?” Hes rifling through his bag, planning on changing out his practice clothes while you’re in the shower. He doesn’t want to get your clean sheets dirty, after all.
“Um, I’m out of shirts, so.. I’ll just reuse the hoodie,” you shrug, not seeing a problem. His eyes light up as he holds a finger up, digging through his bag once more. Apparently, Hinata dropped it off while you were taking a nap, all that crying had exhausted you. Bokuto smiles brightly as he pulls out his own hoodie, the black hoodie with the golden MSBY brand and the Black Jackal claws. “I don’t think—“
“I’ve been dreaming of you in my hoodie for some time, so this is a perfect opportunity! I’d prefer you to wear this,”
“Uh, I’m pretty big, Bokuto. I don’t think it’ll fit, if I’m being honest,” you look down at the ground, the disgust from earlier rising in your chest. Bokuto just tilts his head to the side.
“I think it’ll fit. It’s pretty big on me, so it’ll fit. If it doesn’t, let me know. I’ll get you something else,” he just shrugs, holding out the hoodie. His name is on the back and in a way, it feels like he’s marking his territory. You take it, thanking him as you head towards the bathroom. If it didn’t fit, you didn’t know what you’d do.
When you finished washing up, you put on the clothes. As big as Bokuto was, you still didn’t expect the hoodie to fit. When it slid on easily, you were highly surprised, but also it took you a moment to collect yourself. Seeing you in his hoodie was something out of your wildest dreams, him even telling you he’s fantasized about it making your body hotter than it should be. You had to calm yourself down before exiting the bathroom, entering the bedroom to see him lying on the bed in sweatpants. That’s it.
“Where the hell are your clothes?!” You cover your face, spreading your fingers a bit to see him stand up excitedly.
“You look so good in my hoodie!” He hugged you tightly, lifting you up a bit.
“Don’t pick me up, put on a shirt!” The only thing separating your skin from his was the hoodie which, well, wasn’t very thick. The zipper itself was as high as it could go but still felt too low.
“Why? Don’t I look good? Are you uncomfortable?”
“Yes, you look good and I’m uncomfortable. This is just a weird situation,” you try to explain... as if you had a shred of dignity left. The laptop propped open with the opening of your favorite movie caught your attention. “Are you gonna watch a movie?”
“We’re gonna watch it! To make you feel better, of course!” He seemed so proud of himself, standing with his fists on his hips as he smiled. You shook your head, rolling your eyes.
“Okay, then. Do you want snacks?”
“Snacks?!”
After getting snacks for the movie, to which he fed you some while you fed him, you ended up falling asleep as you watched the movie. It was nice and warm under the covers and Bokuto’s body heat right next to you helped to lull you to sleep. He didn’t seem to notice you falling asleep until your head hit his shoulder, eyes closed as you peacefully slept. After pressing a kiss to your forehead, he closed to laptop and got comfortable under the sheets. The worry of him losing you was still there, but he kept his arms around you tightly in case it was a dream. Like you, he hoped it wasn’t.
Waking up wasn’t that bad, an urge to quench your dry throat a common thing to wake up to. What wasn’t common, however, was the thing poking your butt. Now fully awake, you tried to shoot up in bed to see what was going on but Bokuto’s arms held you down. It was then you realized what was poking you. Attempting to get his arms off of you was a hard feat, trying to squeeze out of the grip when he moaned. You froze and looked at his face, still asleep. Attempting to move again, he let out another one. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out.
He was having a wet dream. In your bed. Beside you.
Your immediate thought was who? Your next thought was me? You dismissed that idea, rolling your eyes as if that could happen. Well, until your name came past his lips. You were surprised to hear it, even if he showed and attempted to prove his feelings for you. Him dreaming of you subconsciously? It gave you confidence.
Enough confidence to wake him up and let him continue his dream in reality? No.
But, you didn’t think you’d have another dark episode anytime soon. He didn’t seem to relent his grip on your body, so you dealt with it, staring at the wall in the dark as he continued his noises. Well, at least until he bucked his hips. You gasped as he did, him waking up to your noise. “You ‘kay? Somethin’ wrong?”
Wide eyes looked at him, before glancing down and flickering back up. He follows your eyes and his face goes red. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but the moonlight coming in from the uncovered window illuminates enough. “I am so sorry, I’ll le—“
“Why?” You can’t stop yourself from asking, immediately smacking your forehead. He’s a bit confused from your actions, but you continue. “Um, I’d, uh- I’d like to know what you dreaming about.” Confidence? Yeah, right. You’re practically shaking from the fear of his answer. Of course, it was your name but you could’ve heard wrong, right? Yeah, you—
“My boner speaks for itself, doesn’t it?” Does he have shame? You just look at him so exasperated as he just stares at you, not too sure what you were expecting. “Or do you not know?”
“I— Okay. Was it me?”
“Who... who else would it be?”
“Oh, okay. Why?” You’re both so confused, you not understanding the appeal while he’s not understanding why it’s so weird. Or confusing.
“Why not? I’m in the bed with my girlfriend, longtime crush, who I find extremely attractive? Is this too much? Is it wrong for me to, um, wanna do that? Or dream about it?” No shame!
“I’m still having problems seeing things from your perspective, but okay. Still cannot see the appealing side of me, so it’s just... it’s weird for me to actually realize you like that. You actually,” you gulp, “like me,”
“I’ll say it as many times as I need to, [Y/N]. You’re perfect in my eyes. I want you to see that in your eyes, too,”
“I cannot, if ever, do that. Sorry,” you just shrug, going back to lay down. It isn’t long until he’s straddling you. “What are you doing?”
“I want to make you see things how I do. You gave me this,” he gestured to the bulge in his sweatpants. Looking at it too long scares you, the size scaring you more. “I want you,”
“Oh my god, I’m being dead serious now: you are not gonna like what you see. I’m not attractive, Bo,”
“Let me be the judge of that, hm?” It’s the only thing he says, but you hesitantly nod. He smiles and as much as you want to enjoy it, you’re still shaking. You have no idea what’s coming next, you don’t know what he’s gonna do once he sees what’s underneath and it scares you. So badly. His hands go underneath your—his hoodie, running over your skin. “If you’re scared, I can stop. I don’t want to push you into anything,”
“It’s not that, I just can’t see what you see. But I want to. I want to see myself in your eyes, if you can do that,”
“All you gotta do is give me a signal if you want me to stop. I’ll try my best but you’re gonna have to relax, baby,” he has no idea what his words are doing to you. You just nod as he smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He isn’t rough and excited, but rather gentle and soothing. Hands running under the hoodie eventually go up to the zipper, slowly pulling it down. It’s a small thing, but you notice his eyes flickering to your face for any sign of distress. Evening your breathing, you let him completely pull the zipper down as your skin is completely bare to him. You hide your face in shame, ready to apologize and have a million excuses lined up, but he doesn’t let that happen when he starts licking your chest.
“Oh!” Your hands thread through his hair, softer than you expected as it barely brushes against your skin. His eyes are still on you, your fingers moving his strands away so he could clearly see you and you, him. The way his predatory gaze latches onto your face has heat pooling between your legs, rubbing them together to create some kind of friction. Keeping his tongue connected to your skin, his eyes on yours, he moves onto one of your breasts. Popping your nipple into his mouth, he swirls the perked nipple in his mouth as his hand tweaks your other nipple. You’re panting, your head is thrown back as he continues. Soon enough, just rolling your nipples in between his fingers is not enough.
Gathering spit in his mouth, he lets it dribble onto your skin. It’s warm and slick, when he smears it across your other breast as goes back to tweaking your nipples. You look down at what he’s doing only to find him grinning devilishly at you. He then goes down to your stomach, biting into the flesh there. “Bokuto!”
“What? I just wanna taste you,” he shrugs, before licking the area he bit. He has a lot of spit, too, sucking into your flesh and leaving behind a bite mark and his saliva. It’s.. kind of gross, but hot. When he comes back up to your face, he pushes his lips against yours so forcefully that you’re reeling back, mouth opening as he slips his tongue in. It’s a deep, passionate kiss as he runs his hands over your body, squeezing anything he can as he slips his fingers into your pants. “May I?”
“Of course.” Once he has the okay, he moves back down, occasionally leaving love bites as he does. Pulling down your pants, he finds himself face to face with your damp panties. You don’t have time to get embarrassed, however, when he sticks his nose into your crotch and licks the fabric. “What is up with you and licking?” You giggle, finding humor in it. He just pops back up, shrugging. You giggle again, throwing your head back in the pillows. He goes to pull down your panties, sliding them down your legs until they’re completely off. Except for his hoodie, you’re completely naked.
Now if only you could have his cum in you, then would his wet dream be complete. However, there was one more thing he’s always wanted to try, but he’s worried you’ll be against it. “Babe?”
“Is something wrong?”
“No! No! Nothing’s wrong!” He hates how your mind immediately goes negative. Your shoulders relax and your wide eyes slowly lessen as you realize nothing wrong, yet. “Um, can you sit on my face?”
“Bokuto, I don’t-“
“C’mon, please? I’ve always wanted to try it! Especially between them delicious thick thighs of yours,” he then licked his lips with a resounding moan. Although embarrassed, you roll your eyes.
“If I’m too heavy, let me know. I’ll— I’ll get off,” you prop yourself up on your hands, feeling his spit ooze down your body. “You have a lot of spit. Reminds me of how much you sweat,”
“I produce a lot of liquids, y’know?” If it wasn’t for his wiggling eyebrows as he widely grins, you would not know he meant it to be sexual.
“Lay down!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he excitedly gets on his back, his bulge much more prominent than before now that it’s just there. You can see it. You’re still hesitant, but eventually move to straddle his face. He helps you, easily maneuvering your dripping cunt over his mouth. With his strong hands, he forces you down on top of him to the point where your legs can’t keep you up. You attempt to get up, afraid you’re crushing him but he keeps you firmly planted on his face.
A growl erupts from his throat when he gets tired of your squirming, you halting your movements as you try to calm down. His thumbs run over the skin of your thighs to try and soothe you. And it works. You’re feeling lightheaded as he sucks and licks your cunt and probably makes it messier than it is. He brushes his teeth over your clit, sending shivers down your spine as you moan from the feeling. With a grin, you can tell, he gets to work on tongue fucking you as well as sucking on your clit. It isn’t long until your fingernails are digging into his abdomen as you let out a high moan as you come undone on his face. He moans himself, using his thick tongue to gather up every ounce you produced. He also makes a loud slurping noise as he cleans it up.
You move off of him, panting as you look at him. He looks absolutely blissed out, like he saw Nirvana and Heaven all at once. You smile at him, his own smile wide and proud. He immediately gets up, pushing hips lips against yours once more as he licks the corners of your mouth. He is quickly moving to pull down his sweatpants and boxers, but hesitates. “You sure you want this?”
“You aren’t allowed to stop now,” you giggle as he glows, pulling down his pants. Your eyes go wide as you realize how big he actually is. The bulge in his pants was nothing. It is scary, you wondering if it’ll fit.
“Everything okay? Do you— Do you not want it?” He sounds so sad, you immediately coo at him, forgetting the third leg he has.
“No, no, no baby! It’s just— you’re very big. I did not expect that. Just be gentle, yeah?”
“Of course!” Another kiss to your lips, this one more of a peck than a passionate open mouthed kiss. “Can you get on your hands and knees?” You listen to him, rolling over on your stomach before getting in position. This way, you don’t have to worry about seeing him and can focus on what he’s doing, so it’s better in a way. Really, Bokuto just wants to end the night with you on your back and he plans on having you shaking from multiple orgasms before it’s over. He guides his cock to your entrance, a shaky breath leave him as his tip brushes against your folds. You shiver yourself, feeling yourself about to cry, but you wait.
Once he pushes into you, the tears come out for a different reason. “I’m sorry, it’ll feel better in a moment,” he licks your cheek, nuzzling you. You nod as you try to relax, him continuing to push into you. It isn’t until he nudged against your cervix does he stop. Even then, he is still not completely in you. He focuses on evening his breathing, inhaling your shampooed hair. It’s hard to not blow his load so quickly, you squeezing him so tightly. You’re nice and snug, though, your walls eventually relaxing as he stays inside.
“You can— you can move, Bo,”
“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, pulling out only to roughly thrust into you. You lurch forward from the thrust, immediately dropping your mouth open to moan as he sets a steady pace. It’s not fast or slow, but he’s definitely rough with his thrusts. It’s the grunts that really do you in, the way his hands grab at your ass and hips, sounds of pleasure coming from his as sinks his cock into your cunt that has you tightening around him. With a mewl, you have another orgasm and he curses, a low “shit” coming out as he struggles to pull out. He leans down to put his mouth next to your ear, biting the shell as he continues. He doesn’t even break a sweat as he does, stilling himself deep inside you as he lets out a low groan, your eyes scrunch together as you whimper. His cum fills you up to the brim, his hips swiveling to make sure he’s all done.
Well, for that round.
You’re panting heavily as he leaves you, leaning back as he watches your legs shake. His cum oozes out of you, your cunt clenching as it makes more pour out. It’s a beautiful reality, but he wants more. You’re soon flipped onto your back as he is over you again, his hands on the back of your knees, pushing them up. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s not a very comfortable position, either. Confusion is etched in your face as he does, but his lidded eyes as he licks his lips tell you he’s not done. You’re exhausted, but he’s not.
He wastes no time in sinking himself back into you, his eyes focused on your face as you moan. His grin is almost evil, the way his lips stretch as he bottoms out inside you before roughly thrusting into you. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to start to buildup in you, your head thrown back as your back arches, your head turned to the side as he leans down to lick and bite your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. His hands find yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brings them up to your head. You focus on the way his arms flex, the muscles bulging with each thrusts as he puts every ounce of effort into the action. It really shows to how much he loves you and your body.
Even with all the marks on your body, even with all the places he’s touched and licked, that gnawing thought of you worrying nags him. The thought that you’ll still not know just how much he loves you. The thought that you’ll think it was a one time thing. He needs to know you know. He needs to know you’re seeing things in his perspective now. One hand leaves yours, it finding itself around your throat.
“Say my name,” he grunts, alternating his gaze between your face and his cock disappearing inside you. It’s something he’ll never get over. Maybe next time, he can record you two.
“B-Bo—“
“No, my given name. I want you to scream it,” his grip on your neck gets tighter, your walls tightening at the same time. He groans as he throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he drags his cock against your walls. “I want your neighbors to know who’s fucking you,”
“You, Kōtarō!” You loudly moan, humming in pleasure as he picks up the pace.
“Who’s making you feel this good? Who does your little cunt belong to?”
“God, you! It belongs to Kōtarō!” You scream, your eyes rolling back as his hands go back to under your knees, pushing them up to your chest. It’s hard to breathe, but you’re clamping down on his cock as a sheen of white forms around it, your slick dripping down your ass and down his balls. The last urge he needed to fuck you like an animal was that, you screaming his name. Your ands wrap around his neck, the material of his jacket rubbing against his thick neck as your nails take down his back. Hissing, he fucks you faster and harder, determination set to get you to one more orgasm. It doesn’t take long, your mouth hanging open as you come undone for one last time, him burying himself as far as he can as he spills another load into you. It’s heavy and fulfilling, but it’s wonderful. A wonderful feeling of being loved.
As you both come down from your highs, he gives you another sloppy kiss. Instead of pulling out, he released your legs and lays on his side, taking you with him.
“Shouldn’t we clean up?”
“That can wait. I don’t wanna leave quite yet,” he pants out, another sloppy kiss. Like he can’t get enough.
Really though, he can’t. He loves you too much
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Hc where bokuaka (poly)'s s/o is away on a trip, and they really miss her. They pick her up at the airport and when she's back, they're really clingy refusing to let her go, going everywhere with her and just two super clingy boys. Fluff with maybe nsfw 🥺👀
This is really fluffy 🥺🥺 with a bit of.. spice.
Missing s/o [with BokuAka]
> Doesn’t matter where you went or why you went somewhere, they have to be in contact with you. Have to be. Not only that, you have to call them before you go to bed to tell them goodnight. Text messages aren’t the same. Bokuto needs to hear your voice.
> The day you’re coming home, they are ecstatic. Well, Bokuto is jumping and ecstatic about practically hollering. Akaashi is also happy you’re coming home, but he acts like a civilized being. He also drives to the airport while Bokuto talks his ear off about how he’s so happy you’re coming back home!
> Once their eyes land on you, they’re hugging you and acting as if you’ve been reunited after three years. Bokuto probably lifts you up and spins you around. Akaashi is much more gentle with you, squeezing you tight as his welcomes you back.
> Car ride? Bokuto sits in the back with you so he can hug you the entire ride home. Your luggage is in the front seat lol. Bokuto is so happy to have you back, he just talks your ear off about that and how much he loves you, telling you what they’ll do now that you’re back. He also tells you about what you’ve missed.
> You tell your own tales over dinner, the very large men on either side of your frame. Akaashi listens intently, also attempting to feed you. Bokuto listens, but he’s also stuffing his face. The warmth is nice, but you seem to be too into your story, often forgetting you’re telling a story to them and trailing off.
> They naturally assume you’d be with them for the next week or two, so when you try to leave to go to your friend’s house, they stop you. Even Akaashi, telling you that he’s missed you and doesn’t want you leaving quite so soon. Bokuto’s puppy dog eyes are the ones that get you to agree.
> You end up watching the beginning of the plethora of movies with them. You’re in the center, on Bokuto’s legs while Akaashi leans against you. It’s so sweet and tender, and warm so you’re soon falling asleep. Waking up, they’re still cuddled up around you.
> However, the next day, they still aren’t ready to let you leave. Although this time, Bokuto’s hug from behind has less than innocent intentions. With the hard object pressing into your back, you have to tell him it’s only noon and he needs to wait for after dinner — or at least until you get back from lunch.
> Akaashi isn’t on your side like usual, his own neediness showing through as he gently guides you into the bedroom while Bokuto still holds you from behind. It isn’t until you’re sitting on Bokuto’s lap, his boner pressed against your ass, do you see that Akaashi sports a similar problem that requires attention.
> You can’t blame them, really. They’ve just missed you so much! Once you’ve been stuffed full of both of them, they’ll let you leave, but do you even want to?
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#BB.Requests#Mr. Kōtarō#Mr. Keiji#akaashi x reader#bokuto x reader#Bokuto.Floof#Bokuto.hcs#Bokuto.Spice#Akaashi.Spice#Akaashi.Floof#Akaashi.hcs
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