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Yall need to understand that The fact that these villans are attractive is the whole concept of the word "lookism". It can also be a challenge for the reader, to see if we are tricked by the whole pretty privilege thing, and justify the villan actions just because he's hot. Ofc there are different types of villans, and some did worse things than others, yet still, falling for some ppl is something that comes off without realising.
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⋆ HIEMAL ₊˚.
tf! Sukuna x f! Reader | Masterlist: Chapters 4 / -?-
From childhood friends, to lovers, and then to strangers… Ryomen Sukuna knew no bounds as he steps into a world of power far beyond your grasp.
Warnings: MDNI, Sexual Content, Gore
ꕥ Chapter One
ꕥ Chapter Two
ꕥ Chapter Three
ꕥ Chapter Four
To Be Continued...
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THE ETHICS OF RELATIONSHIPS - 'THE PROFESSOR GETO SERIES'
INSTRUCTOR INFORMATION
Professor Suguru Geto
Level: Advanced (18+)
COURSE DESCRIPTION
Professor Suguru Geto is a renown ethics professor, and you're a 4.0, straight A student whose GPA he's trying to ruin (or that's what you think). Instead of dropping the class, you're more intent on making him see your brilliance -- but you get more than you bargained for, when the two of you learn more about the other -- and what you owe to each other.
COURSE REQUIREMENTS
I. I NEED SOMEONE OLDER.........10,376 POINTS
II. ILLICIT AFFAIRS...........................16,821 POINTS
III. TBC
EXTRA CREDIT
COMING SOON
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𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 ✶ varius 𝒙 fem!reader
꒰ synopsis ! ꒱ in which your favorite character from jujutsu kaisen and one piece and you star in the most famous and romantic fairy tales.
❛❛ the storybook says that if you wish on the brightest star, it will come true. ❜❜
pairing. jjk & op x fem!reader (separately).
genre. alternative universe, fluff, angst, love at first sight, enemies to lovers, she fell first he fell harder, royal!au.
status. ongoing with slow updates !
amy's note. hi sweetie, this is amy!!! mainly i just want to explain what this new series i'm developing will be about. well, basically the fairy tale series is a series of one-shots that will be like a retelling of the fairy tales, but with the characters of jjk and op. so all the plots in the series will be based on the fairy tales (mainly the disney version + barbie princess movies), but with a few modifications.
comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!
﹙𝕮𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 !﹚
𓍢 ✶ ࣪ ִֶָ .. ﹟ 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 ٫ ❛ 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗬 ❜ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▬▬ ▬ sukuna ryomen 𝒙 fem!reader.. ／ book 𝒊ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙the beauty and the beast alternative universe !﹚
𓍢 ✶ ࣪ ִֶָ .. ﹟ 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 ٫ ❛ 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 ❜ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▬▬ ▬ geto suguru 𝒙 fem!reader.. ／ book 𝒊𝒊 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙maleficent alternative universe !﹚
𓍢 ✶ ࣪ ִֶָ .. ﹟ 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 ٫ ❛ 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 ❜ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▬▬ ▬ gojo satoru 𝒙 fem!reader .. ／ book 𝒊𝒊𝒊ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙the princess and the frog alternative universe !﹚
𓍢 ✶ ࣪ ִֶָ .. ﹟ 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 ٫ ❛ 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 ❜ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▬▬ ▬ fushiguro toji 𝒙 fem!reader.. ／ book 𝒊𝒗ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙anastasia alternative universe !﹚
𓍢 ✶ ࣪ ִֶָ .. ﹟ 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 ٫ ❛ 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 ❜ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▬▬ ▬ nanami kento 𝒙 fem!oc .. ／ book 𝒗ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙cinderella alternative universe !﹚
𓍢 ✶ ࣪ ִֶָ .. ﹟ 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 ٫ ❛ 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 ❜ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▬▬ ▬ monkey d luffy 𝒙 fem!reader.. ／ book 𝒗𝒊ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙the island princess alternative universe !﹚
𓍢 ✶ ࣪ ִֶָ .. ﹟ 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 ٫ ❛ 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ❜ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▬▬ ▬ sanji 𝒙 fem!reader.. ／ book 𝒗𝒊𝒊ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﹙12 dancing princesses alternative universe !﹚
𓍢 ✶ ࣪ ִֶָ .. ﹟ 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 ٫ ❛ 𝗜 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 ❜ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▬▬ ▬ roronoa zoro 𝒙 fem!reader.. ／ book 𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ﹙tangled alternative universe !﹚
© SEONGHRTZ, 2024ㅤ⸻ㅤall rights reserved. please do not copy / steal / translate / modify any of my works !
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rest easy now sensei...*cries*
my favorite jjk characters in every episode - nanami - jjk 2.18
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꒰ relationship headcanons ꒱
⇢ featuring: natsu dragneel, laxus dreyar, gajeel redfox
genre/warnings: fluff, smut, insecurity, mentions of breaking up, temperature play, electrostimulation, spanking, spitting, choking, dacryphilia, biting, backshots, breeding kink, mentions of having kids, unprotected sex, multiple positions, (mating press, doggystyle, etc.) oral sex (m. & f. receiving), fingering, size kink, praise kink, degradation, public sex
✉️: anon requested natsu a while ago and i said why not add my other favs… i’m convinced the ft fandom is just hiding somewhere and not dead so eat up babes 🫶🏼
NATSU DRAGNEEL
— natsu is part of the clingy boyfriend trope and he’s proud of it
— he is HUGE on pda, nothing embarrasses this man
⇢ natsu’s defo the embodiment of PHYSICAL TOUCH
— always has his hands on you somehow, always needs to have you close to him, he’ll riot if you’re not by his side even if it’s for a minute and you literally just went to the bathroom
— will always pick fights especially he sees gray or gajeel in your proximity, gets really delusional sometimes and ends up setting half of the guild on fire
— he wants your attention to be on him all the time, hates it when someone steals it away from him 🫤 will literally end up pouting and sulking like a kid until you make it up to him
— loves visiting restaurants when you’re on quests together, ordering literally everything on the menu, grabbing you and happy when you’re done to rush outside without paying - it can go two ways, it’s either you try very hard and educate him on it so you actually start paying for meals, or you adjust to his lifestyle and let his rowdiness rub off on you
— clown mode is basically natsu’s default mode so you can always rely on him to make you laugh even in the worst situations, when you’re feeling down or not having a good day ➪ natsu literally always finds a way to make a smile appear on your lips and have you crack up
— he once totally farted into his palm that he had formed into an o-shape and made himself fly up with the help of his fire magic ➪ you couldn’t stop laughing for an hour and he remembered why he fell in love with you
— uses the weirdest nicknames for u: cutie patootie, chicken nugget, silly sausage and the list goes on 😐 once he gets used to using those names you’ll never get rid of them sorry honey
— honestly, if natsu is dating someone, if you guys already went through the whole ‘does he like me or does he just show up at my house every night to chill as friends?’ phase, i don’t see him ever wanting to leave you
— natsu is childish, he doesn’t know what he’s doing sometimes and he’s very impulsive, but we know he doesn’t let go of people he is fond of, so if you ever were to break up with him, it would be very hard for him to accept
— “you don’t love me anymore?” would be the first thing he’d say
— this is enough angst let’s get to the nasty side y’all
NSFW
— natsu may be a huge goof and all, and your first time together will 100% be messy because he had no idea what a clit is (he still doesn’t really), all he knows is that you turn into a pliant, needy ball of desire whenever he touches you there
— buuut he gets stern when it comes down to pleasing you, actually takes his job pretty seriously because he’s craazy about the sounds you make and loves how easy he can make you crumble
— in the beginning, you’ll have to guide him around a little and let him know how you like it, and sometimes his instincts get the best of him and he gets a little rougher without meaning to, but he makes up for it with really good, long head afterwards 🥰 and aftercare!
— on the roughness scala, he’d be a 7 out of 10 USUALLY. if you make him, he’ll fuck you into next week
— this man loves eating you out, i don’t make the rules. loves to wake you up with his head between your thighs, slurping and sucking and biting until his warm tongue goes numb and all he can taste is your delicious essence; + he loves to heat up his fingertips a little while fingering you to make you ✨ come undone ✨
“n-natsu, too much-” “just a little longer? y’taste so good…”
— biter through and through; will leave marks everywhere and laughs like the devil he is when you complain
“can i leave more?” “no, natsu!”
— is very vocal too, will always tell you how much he loves you while he’s pounding into you + he’s a whimperer 😩 you better listen to those pretty sounds he makes, they’re heavenly
— natsu is a wild card both out and in the sheets, one day he pounces at you and fucks you in good ol’ missionary to look at your pretty face, the next day he’s begging you to get on top to have a good view of all of you
— his fav part of you is literally everything about you 😭 from your head to your toes, he worships all of you
— usually cums inside not bc his pull out game is weak because the thought of filling you up does something to him, and yeah he wants to give you a bunch of kids too
LAXUS DREYAR
— man laxus makes me weakk… he’s so hot
— part of the mean, teasing boyfriend trope… constantly making you blush and stutter over embarrassing things he says, just to watch you squirm and get shy - it’s what made him fall in love with you so please bear with him 🥺
“you’re so tiny. makes me wonder every time how the hell you’re able to take my-” “laxus! we’re in public…”
— isn’t huge on holding hands in public, but he loves seating you on his lap with a cocky smirk while you hide your face in his chest out of embarrassment; wouldn’t do it if you were uncomfortable though, he’s very observant and relishes in the way you would have a tiny, content smile as you adjusted your to him tiny body on his thighs
— laxus isn’t as loud as natsu, gajeel and sting, but we know he isn’t as reserved as rogue either, and whenever you’re socializing with the others, talking to evergreen or lucy, he makes his presence known by having his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you snug by his side
— is pretty prideful when it comes to speaking about jealousy: he thoroughly enjoys you getting jealous (and enjoys teasing you about it too later), but when he sees a man getting close to you, touching you or getting too friendly, he becomes really difficult to deal with
— he’ll just get quiet, completely quiet, tall and bulky figure looming over anyone who bothers you, telling them to piss off just by the look in his eyes, and anyone who doesn’t leave would be dumb and asking for death
— i’ll pick up on this jealousy thing again in the nsfw part 😎
— apart from that, i headcanon laxus as a pretty mature man, he’s level-headed (when he isn’t full of himself like he is most of the time), and although he might not always be emotionally available, you know he’s always down to listen to you when something bothers you
— gives the best advice, kinda like a daddy?? always thinks of a logical solution to your issues and offers you endless support
“i know you can do it, baby. we’re in this together, don’t forget that.” ⇢ WORDS OF AFFIRMATIONNN
— the day you decided to tag along with laxus after he got exiled from the guild by his gramps, he knew that you were the one he would make his wife one day
— headpats, temple kisses, arm around your waist, lending you his cape typa beat in public, and the whole ass nasty dirty galore in private
NSFW
— sex with laxus is just 🤌🏻 hate to say it but he was experienced already prior to meeting you, knows what and where the clit is lmaoo and uses that knowledge to his advantage
— making you cum is no challenge at all to him, he could be sitting on his couch reading through quest sheets and be knuckle-deep inside your pussy
— expect him to act all cocky and condescending when you do cum with minimal effort on his side, and tease you endlessly about how you fell apart on just his fingers
“look at the mess you made, baby… you sure you can still take my cock?”
— pretty much makes you beg for it and use your big girl words, but when you speak up and tell him what you want, he gives it to you
— he isn’t that mean, just a little
“you came just from me putting it in? huh. my girl was so needy and didn’t even tell me. acting as if i couldn’t smell it…”
— yeah. there are men like natsu who wouldn’t speak on it if they smelled how you were dripping down there, and men like laxus who would point it out to make you squeal and distance yourself from him, just to be pulled back into his beefy arms
— loves hitting it from the back, watching the way your ass jiggles with every thrust and how your back arches with every touch = ass man through and through
— 🫶🏼 hands on hips 🫶🏼 spanking 🫶🏼 seeing red marks on your soft skin from his large, rough hands drives him close to the edge every time
— watches you jolt up every time his fingers send light sparks of electricity down your body, sometimes on your nipples, your ass, stomach, neck, thighs or even your pussy - it’s always the unexpected surge that makes you reach your orgasm, eyes rolling into the back of your head
— picking up on jealousy in your guys’ relationship again: if you ever intentionally make laxus jealous, just know that it’s over for you 😗 he absolutely won’t let you cum until you’re begging with tears in your eyes, screaming that you belong to him and him only
— prefers receiving oral, but eats you out from time to time; he just loves the feeling of your glossy lips wrapping around his cock, struggling to take it all in as you looked like a dwarf kneeling in front of him
— huge size kink with this man,, swallows up your entire frame with not only his height, but his muscle mass as well 🫣 i mean have you seen him?? he knows the size difference makes you all hot and bothered too
— when he isn’t pounding you into the mattress, ass up and face in the pillow, he’s holding you against his chest with an arm around your tits, and when he feels like it, he’ll draw circles on your clit to make you cum even more intensely
— laxus prefers making you cum at your own pace, but that doesn’t mean he’s a gentle fucker by any means, on a scale of 1-10 he’d be a solid 8.5 when it comes to roughness, can be romantic too if he’s feeling it
— praises you a whole lot 🥰 because he knows it makes you tighten around him even more
“you’re takin’ me so well, angel. such a good fucking girl for me.”
— finishes on your ass and back most of the time, if not inside your mouth
— + he’s a grunter!! his voice turns into an even lower groan whenever he cums
GAJEEL REDFOX
— mean boyfriend… need i say more HE’S COCKY AS HELL
“lil shrimp” “shortcake” “lil one.”
“you always this tiny or did ya shrink?”
— gajeel clings to you like a leech, doesn’t let you go anywhere without him knowing
— he’s always making sure you’re okay, keeping his eye on you when you’re conversing with the others, not because he doesn’t trust you or anything, but he’s constantly in worry that others might take advantage of you
“shrimp, be careful around them.” — erza and lucy be like 🧍🏻♀️
— has a deeply rooted fear of losing you that’s always weighing him down a little, asking himself why you’d even be with a lowlife like him who used to be evil and hurt people
— doesn’t mention it though, you’ll just notice that something is off about him whenever you see his crimson eyes looking so distant and aloof ☹️ they’re usually twinkling with energy
— sometimes if he’s feeling really low, he’ll ask what exactly you even like about him, not to hear compliments although he doesn’t mind that, but just to check if you’re really as infatuated with him as he is with you
“hey, you still like me?”
— don’t, just don’t make fun of him for asking that, at least not in the moment, tease him later all you want 😭 but in that moment, he really needs some assurance that he’s worthy in your eyes
— best way to lift his spirits is sneak up from behind him in the guild hall - he’ll act like he doesn’t smell you from miles away - and hug him from behind while whispering in his ear what you appreciate about him most (yeah he also looves if u say nasty things)
— if gajeel likes you enough to make you his, he’s infatuated, obsessed, he loves you more than his life and would rather die than see you get hurt
— carries you on his back whenever you’re exhausted, fixes whatever needs fixing in your household: mention a leaking sink just once and consider it fixed by the next day, whatever gajeel does, it’s the little things that make your life easier ⇢ ACTS OF SERVICE
— loves spending time with you even when you’re doing nothing, just lazing off together with panther lily ⇢ QUALITY TIME
NSFW
— wheeew okay hold up
— sex with gajeel is rough like 90% of the time, 10/10
— i’m talking about can’t walk or sit or even think properly for a week kinda rough
— he’s got a thick dick and also very thick fingers that always stuff you full until you see stars
— he loves any position where he can stare at and just grab and squeeze your luscious thighs, but nothing can beat the good old mating press with your calves on his shoulders and knees hitting your chest
— is a huge sucker for stretch marks, literally… just wear something that shows off a chunk of belly or thigh, or your back, and if he sees those lines across your skin, you know that you’re getting dicked down immediately and marked everywhere with harsh bites
— isn’t opposed to fucking you out in the wild, or very often in public restrooms or changing rooms, especially when you’re wearing clothes that show off your legs
— know that if he’s got that stupid, dirty grin on his face, you’re getting it in the next few mins
“looked s’fucking good in that skirt…”
“no way i won’t be fucking you when you’re wearing that. you wanted this, didn’t you? i know you’re fucking filthy…”
— he knows how much you love his hands, they’re meaty, strong, and he took notice even before you guys started dating how your eyes were always on his scarred, bulky arms
— always has his hands on you. if not on the meat of your thighs or your ass, he’s got one of them around your neck, relishing in the way you’d cum immediately once you felt the calluses of his rough palms against your throat
— will have soft sex whenever you initiate it by tracing his scars with your fingertips, be a little gentle on him and spoil him a little with tiny kisses on his face and upper body and he’ll be putty in your hands; also loves when you touch and kiss his back
— gajeel hates himself for it, but he feels extremely turned on whenever tiny tears leak from the corners of your eyes whenever he’s pleasuring you, it makes him bust in a matter of seconds
— isn’t the most confident when it comes to his looks, so he’ll definitely appreciate when you tell him how sexy he looks while he’s ramming into you - i mean, he does 🧍🏻♀️ anyone who thinks that gajeel is ugly is invited to my inbox RIGHT NOW
— likes receiving and giving oral equally, is a messy 😺 eater and loves himself some messy head with lots of spit involved
— and if you’re down, he’ll spit in your mouth, on your face, etc
“what a fuckin filthy girlfriend i have… you love me that much?”
— cums inside, but will pull out sometimes and make a mess on your thighs or face when he feels like it
— grunter and growler!! 🤤
a/n: part two will be for my babes sting and rogue!! in hopes of collecting fellow ft lovers 🫶🏼
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What omg no don’t do it you’re so sexy🥺
𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘, the series.
“you taste like candy, it’s so sweet, know that it ain’t real cherry, know that it ain’t real cherry”
ft. yandere!satoru gojo x black!fem!oc
➴ includes ; m.c. is a former assassin who’s familiar with the world of jujutsu sorcery. all characters are aged up 21+ with the exceptions of students from tokyo and kyoto tech. explicit content/language, smut (including masturbation and dubcon). descriptions of yandere traits including gaslighting, manipulation/coercion, obsessive and possessive tendencies, & violent actions. contains descriptions of guns, knives and harmful use of cursed technique(s) against m.c. and others. probable character death, angst, depression and kidnapping. there might be more i might have missed ahah. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !
➴ total word count ; 3.7k & counting !
➴ notes ; hi, i’m so glad you guys decided to read my story!!!! this book was originally posted on wattpad but bc i haven’t written on that platform in a while and what i did post for this story already wasn’t getting that much attention, i thought i should move the whole story on here instead. i hope it does better on here since im more active. i’m super excited to continue working on this !!! it’s probably one of my favorite longer works that i’ve created and i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do! the number of parts are subject to change as i write more. reblogs are heavily appreciated!!
↳ also! colored manga panels of satoru do not belong to me! they belong to the creator @mangacolourings ! check out their blog!!
𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒
( 1 ) epigraph
( 2 ) the start of it all
( 3 ) first impressions are everything
( 4 ) four, unnamed.
( 5 ) five, unnamed.
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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
✦𝐌𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓✦
since my boyfie's birthday is near and i've been neglecting him a lot, it's time to give him some attention or he will die. so here's to a whole week of fics and drabbles dedicated to my husband. hope you enjoy. smut is in bold.
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˚ ༘ ೀ 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄
your small fingers are never enough to reach that deep but his? his are so long and strong that it switches on something within you.
˚ ༘ ೀ 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋
he had always got on your nerves and you got on his. it was a never-ending game until he slowly started losing, unaware himself.
˚ ༘ ೀ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐃
you were used to waking up to the lovely smell of pancake and maple syrup but today was quite a surprise when your eyes fluttered open to find white hair tickling your inner thighs that were glazed in sweet maple.
˚ ༘ ೀ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒
there are two and only two girls he cares about in this world. you and the best gift you ever gave him on his birthday
˚ ༘ ೀ 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑
he believed that he could protect you. he really did but a man can only be in one place at a time. so is pushing you away, making you hate him the right option?
˚ ༘ ೀ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2
camboy!gojo part one is here. part two is when reader and gojo go on a date and reader has some other wild intentions.
˚ ༘ ೀ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑
do you believe unconditional eternal love? well satoru never did. everyone around him ended up dead. he was afraid you would too. he wished he did too. but he never realized that your love made him immortal. something he'd carry even if he ends up six feet under soon.
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Okay but imagine, accidentally hitting Gun in the face with your bag or something. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move, doesn’t even dodge since he lowers his reflexes around you to about zero. Yet, the second you realize, you’re cupping his face and caressing his cheek while you frantically apologize.
He’s puzzled almost, until he realizes he can milk this for all of its worth. He’s suddenly made out of glass and gripping his jaw like you broke it while you stand between his legs with an ice pack and guilty look.
He’s getting all the attention he could possibly want and he didn’t even have to suck it up and ask. He’s practically glowing when you look away, in search of something for the swelling and he’s hiding his smile behind his usual blank look when you press a kiss to his forehead.
He lets it go soon after, only to mention how his jaw still hurts amidst a petty argument for good measure, when he wants to win at least.
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haikyuu!! bots masterlist !
atsumu miya.
he loves showing off to you.
he misses you dearly.
he never moved on from you.
osamu miya.
he finds so much comfort in you.
your loving husband.
kotaro bokuto.
he adores you so much.
keiji akaashi.
he loves you more than words can describe.
kenma kozume.
you brought him out of his shell.
tetsurou kuroo.
he adores you so much.
he goes crazy for you.
tobio kageyama.
he needs all the help he can get.
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"my girlfriend's a nerd" ft. the monster trio!
self explanatory self-indulgent drabbles to soothe my book!loving ass
ft. luffy, zoro and sanji x fem! reader
set-up: you like books, he likes you that's it
warnings: none lmao this is very sfw. one might call it wholesome even.
luffy:
thats my baby ^^
— im not even sure if this mf can read 😭😭
— honestly 9/10 chance he can't but when has that ever stopped him from being our most supportive himbo king
— go king give us everything!!
— he doesn't get why you read books when instead you can be like sleeping or eating or looking at the sea but well, he doesn't question it
— he just thinks it's a weird hobby you have (i don't think he's aware of how freakishly illiterate he is)
— but just cause he thinks it's weird that doesn't mean he wouldn't hug you half-asleep when he hears you sobbing into the dead of the night or he wouldn't listen with keen interest when you explain the plot of your favourite book as he wraps his arms around you and hums into your hair
— will 100% offer to fight the author/ tear up the book everytime he sees you having a breakdown over a particular scene/character
"who should I kill?!" the deadpan seriousness in his voice is what terrifies you
"nobody! I'm okay–"
— after you explain to him that hurting somebody is not necessary and you're fine, he will try to coddle you with extended hugs and food (lots and lots and lots of food).
"yn you should eat something! should I get you something to eat??" you can hear the panic in this poor boys voice 😭😭
"no luffy, its okay. im fine!" you say through sniffs and snorts, eyes bloodshot from crying over ink on paper
"brb" and he gets you dinner enough for 5 people because that's how he knows to comfort you (willingly took sanjis kicks and namis punches to accomplish this mission)
— since he's a clingy little child, he will hold onto you some way or the other when you're reading
— you're reading in your room while he's fast asleep? his arm is draped across your waist lazily. you're on the other side of the deck, sunbathing and reading? his hand is stretched out from where he's sitting and on your thigh (ussop tripped thrice over his hand, rip god ussop 🙏) . you're reading during breakfast cause the book just got so good? his toe is rubbing your calf up and down periodically (he won't stop no matter how many weird looks you give him)
— conclusion: he doesn't at all get it what it is, but if it makes you happy he will spend all the berries in the world to buy you those books (plz know if you actually ask him to jokingly off an author for killing your favourite character, he will do it. please don't ask him that.)
— he's just so supportive and nice 😭😭
"my girlfriends a nerd, I love her" (ussop explained to him what a nerd was and now he's introducing you like this to everybody)
zoro:
the shades tho 😎
— I'm convinced this mf can't read either
— even he can there's like literally no evidence to prove it and the entire crew has come to the conclusion that he gets lost even with clear directions because he just can't read please 😌👌
— at the start, he actually thinks it's dead stupid to invest so much time reading books when you can do other stuff like getting stronger, sleeping, literally doing anything else (luffy backs up his opinion with full enthusiasm)
— i mean like he's seen you sob at 7 in the morning over breakfast cause your fav character died and now he's confused as to why are you spending money and buying books if they make you cry so hard (he doesn't understand the concept of angst im afraid)
— but over time he just accepts it as something you enjoy and well, if it makes you happy then who is he to question it?
— acts like he doesn't care/isn't listening when you're rambling about the plot and how thE MAIN CHARACTER IS IN LOVE WITH HIS ENEMY AND VICE VERSA SKEJFHSJKSN but is actually fully listening
— he's actually invested at one point
"but they are enemies? why does he wanna be with him?"
"you don't get it! thats the appeal!!"
"the appeal is forcing a knife on somebody's throat?" he's laughing, "as if you'd enjoy it if i threatened you with my swords"
"... i would actually enjoy that"
he is now asking nami for loan to send you to a therapist (nami has seen you nosebleed over fictional characters and is considering giving money away to zoro for free. you really do need help.)
— as I said, he's invested now (although he does question your taste every now and then) but he'd force you to either summarize the plot to him as he trains or read out loud so he can hear the story as it goes.
— so naturally you're now sitting on his back, reading out loud as he does push-ups
— this beloved himbo has now formed strong opinions about characters and will battle you with headcanons because "there's no fucking way the hero would ever go back to the villain after that! that's ridiculous! if he does I'll sell my swords off."
— will remember the stuff you told him, no matter how trivial, so if you get off an island and he spots a keychain from your fav book series he's spending whatever money he has left to buy you it
"oh excellent choice! who are you buying it for?" the shopkeeper lady questions aloud
"oh, my girlfriend." he's smiling, "my girlfriends a nerd."
— actually looks forward to you telling him all the plot details and jokes at this point (one might call him a part of the fandom now)
— when you're a crying, sobbing mess because a character died, he's genuinely comforting you (no matter how bad he is at it)
"yn it's okay, you want some sake?" he is hugging you, patting your head like you're a child
"no 😭😭" you sob harder into his chest
"well... that's the best i can offer"
he tried. it's not his fault you don't wanna drink your feelings away.
— conclusion: he started off thinking its stupid and now he's an honorary nerd. would never admit it though. stubborn asshole.
sanji:
he's actually so pretty tho ^^
— he actually liked reading books before you even joined the crew although his tbr consists of cookbooks and auto-biographies about the people he has some interest in
— he started reading so that he could impress zeff with his knowledge on cooking and other miscellaneous stuff (imagine kid!sanji reading a book till late night under a lamp cause he wants to impress his old man that's so cute 😭😭)
— respects your hobbies when he finds out you like reading
— and then he sees your book collection. whY ARE THERE LIKE 5000 BOOKS HERE?! NOW HES SCARED FOR YOUR SANITY CAUSE GIRL WTF
— he hears you recommend a book to robin/nami once and now he's running to the nearest bookstore on the next island you guys land on to buy it
— he obviously did it to impress you and win you over but goddamn that book was actually pretty nice. so, the next time he asks you for recommendations he's actually a bit sincere
— now you're both in a book club of your own (which makes luffy mad cause why are you leaving him out of conversations :/)
— like zoro, he often asks for updates on the book you're currently reading while he cooks everyone food. he loves hearing you talk about the things you like.
— when he sees you crying over books, he is making you sweet stuff to soothe you, holding you and rubbing your back supportingly, peppering kisses to make you feel better
— he's so fine 😫😫
— anyways, also def the kind of person to ask you to roleplay things in real life
"yn-saaaan" his voice is bubbly, "can i ask you something?"
"mhm?"
"the last book you read–" his face is going a little bit red, "you think we can maybe... do that irl?"
now it's your turn to go red
— but no fr, he's so so supportive of your little hobby like yes baby! read those books and have fun imagining people in your head
— 100% matches your vibe when you crush on fictional characters cause "you're right. he is actually very attractive" (a bi king we love)
— once zoro made fun of you for reading and this was his response: "you can't even read, mosshead. the next time you speak shit I'll kick your ass."
"who said I CANT READ? AND AS IF ILL LET YOU KICK MY ASS!"
"I TOTALLY WILL KICK YOUR ASS"
now they are fighting while ussop, luffy and chopper laugh in the background
— but yes he loves staying up late, reading with you before you both cuddle and fall asleep
— you once read about a specific sort of dish in a book and mentioned that it sounds delicious so now obviously he has to go make that dish. it doesn't matter if it's 1 am at night.
— when nami asks him what he's cooking, he just smiles and shrugs, "i dunno either, im just trying to make yn happy. she's such a nerd"
— conclusion: an enabler, an enthusiast. this man is ready to buy you books and then read them if it makes you happy. only the finest for his favourite lady <3
a/n: enjoy my wayward thoughts about these fine men!
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Head Empty. Only You.
OPLA Luffy x Fem!Reader (can be read as gn!reader)
cw: tooth-rotting fluff, no smut, implied relationship, kissing (smooch smooch), no spoilers
wc: 1,110k
a/n: It's been a long time since I've written or been on tumblr. But the new OPLA has got me wanting to share again.
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There’s a subtle crinkle in the corner of his mouth that indicates when he’s in deep thought. It makes itself known when he’s not smiling, which is as rare as it is concerning.
He sits so still at the figurehead of the ship. A stark black silhouette sitting against a canvas of oranges and reds. It almost seems to set him ablaze in their glory, as if he’s the ember and the sky burns only when he’s under it.
Monkey D. Luffy in a contemplative state is unpredictable. What does a man who fears little to nothing contemplate about?
“Y/N?” He asks quietly, softly. He says it with a hint of cheekiness like your name holds a meaning only he’s privy to. You realize you’ve been staring at him long enough for the sun to completely dip beyond the horizon.
You clamber up to where he sits, plopping down as he moves to make room. You stare into a watery void of dark waters. The ocean is completely opposite to its usual appearance. Deep blues and purples replace the turquoise and aquamarines of daylight. It's somehow eerie.
His knee bumps against yours, the subtle contact of skin enough to break the trance of silence you find yourself in. It brands your own skin with its warmth.
“Are you okay?”
He ponders the question, picking at the fibers that stick out of the straw hat on his head. “I’m thinking.”
You roll your eyes, propping your head up with a hand against your knee. He says it like it isn’t obvious. “Whatcha thinking about?”
He squints into the void. You almost think he’s looking for the answer out there beneath the waves. Searching for an answer in the one place he can’t physically look.
“You.”
Your heart stutters as you answer without thinking. “Why?”
You can’t fathom being the forethought of his thoughts. That someone like him spends hours in the quietness thinking about you. Your existence feels minuscule in comparison.
He cocks his head to the side. “There have to be a reason? I just like thinkin’ ‘bout ya.”
He’s effortless, you think. For how grand the trajectory of his destiny seems to be, he’s effortless in being simple. Luffy is a man who’s complicatedly simple.
You clear your throat and try to resist the flush that rises in your body. You hope he can’t see the blush that’s dusting your cheeks when his dark orbs finally meet yours. “What-what about me do you think about?”
A different kind of line creases his face as his gaze smolders. You’re familiar with this crinkle. It’s the dimple of his cheeks when he smirks. It jars you how much of a difference one dimple makes. He’s like starlight in the darkness.
Confidence is not something Luffy lacks. But when he’s especially sure about something, there’s nothing anyone can do to change his mind.
“Everything!” He says, grabbing your hand and squeezing it, “I like when we sneak into the kitchen at night. Oh! Or when we pranked Sanji by replacing the potatoes with tangerines! Or how about the time we convinced Usopp to paint Zoro’s face with ink and it wouldn’t wash off for days!”
He taps your entwined hands against his knee in excitement. You can’t help but be infected by his joy as he babbles on.
“And remember when Nami got so mad when we spent half her berry on that weird fortune teller? They turned out to be fake! But then you smiled and said…”
He trails off then, staring at you. You’re not sure where his mind is heading as the silence stretches longer than you anticipate.
“...you said as long as we’re together it doesn’t matter what the future holds.”
Suddenly, you’re no longer sitting beside him. A tug on your hand invites you to settle for straddling his lap instead. You can’t help but melt into the hug he gives, returning it as your hands settle just at his shoulder blades. His hands around your waist and nose brushing against your neck sends a flutter of butterflies to your stomach.
He inhales you like you’re the oxygen he breathes. “I’m always thinking about ya' when you’re not beside me.”
A torrent of emotion whirls inside. Luffy is always physical. He has a touch-starved obsession. He craves closeness with others and doesn’t discriminate in who that applies to. But here with just you two, you suddenly feel the full brunt of his affection. You don’t know what else to do but hold him tighter and bury your face in his shoulder.
“Hey, look at me.” He demands. He pulls away slightly to hold you a hair's breadth away, noses almost touching, as he searches your face. “Talk to me.”
He’s always so jealous of your attention. You squish the hollows of his cheeks together as you grasp his chin. Your eyes rove over his facial features and trace the contour of his brow. You follow it to the scar under his eye and down his jaw until you finally land on his lips. He looks like a blow fish, utterly ridiculous in your grasp, but there’s a glint in his dark orbs. It's as dangerous as the glint of a knife in the dark.
Unconsciously, you lick your lips.
“You know what I think about?”
“Whaf-?” He tries to ask. The words don’t quite form in their current state puckered between your fingers. His eyebrows raise dramatically to emphasize his curiosity instead.
“How much I like kissing you…and when I’m going to kiss you again.” You smile deviously when that glint of his seems to sparkle.
He giggles at you. It’s boyish compared to the look on his face. He pulls himself from your grasp. “How about now?”
You feign a look of surprise, looking around in mock confusion. “Now? Here? Are you sure now’s a good time? I thought you were too busy thinking about me alone in the dark.”
Your teasing earns you a pout. He whines as you give a hearty laugh.
“You’re such a big baby-” You begin, but Luffy surprises you by grasping your chin and slamming your lips together.
His kiss is electrifying despite the fact his rubber constitution should make it impossible. It sends tingles up and down your spine and you hum as he traces the outline of your lips with his tongue. He sighs when you open your mouth. Your heart is open and tender in this moment, and he cradles you like you’re as important as the hat on his head. You are. He reminds you everyday.
Eventually, the cold spray of the ocean’s waves is forgotten.
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THE CARD GAME BOKUTO KŌ
Genre: smut (wee bit of fluff too?)
Warnings: alcohol, public display, party environment, female reader, praise, raw fuckin, creampie, birth control, prn w plot! (moderately proofread)
Synopsis: Simple. Pull a card, drink or do. If you do—make sure the players to your right or left are willing to risk it ;)
NO GUIDANCE- CHRIS BROWN & DRAKE at party
LIQUOR- CHRIS BROWN after bathroom
3K SPECIAL !!!
As the night falls of a big win, the team takes their pictures and sends their supportive families off to their hotels or long drives. You remain present a little later, as manager, with matters to tend to. Your family could come if they wished since you’re provided extra tickets; though you obviously aren’t playing, so unless they are just in the mood to watch than it was no point.
Coach strolls off joyfully. With his face flushed and breathless from the yelling, overwhelming audience, it all ended in a second when all sneakers stopped squeaking against the court. You signed for clean up duty even though it wasn’t your gym, but technically the event was hosted by MSBY.
The clipboard became light on your fingers as you swiftly walk to the closet of the facility. The high-pitched sound of the carts rolling multiples in the gym echo and you leave them on the court, under the (now dark) roof, the only lights being illuminated over play area.
This part was irritating some days, but others it was therapeutic. Your skin crawls at the mere thought of being alone, in the darkness, of an empty building— but the quicker you do it, the quicker you may leave.
You begin the easiest portion first, shagging any stray balls played with by kids or used for photos after play, but a large sum of the time is spent walking back and forth within the large gymnasium.
You will say though: even with repetition, the fear never completely dissolves because hearing the push door open while you’re standing in the dead center of the light gave you a heart attack. Weight shifted to your toes with building keys in hand, you only relax when you see a head of mixed hair.
“Hey,” his voice carries in a soft tone from afar, like it’s forbidden to be loud in a dark, vacant gym.
“Hey,” you parrot, leaning down to pick up the last ball. Once you walk it to the cart and scan again, you fully acknowledge him. “What are you doing back?”
He’s gotten closer now, with his water bottle still swinging in hand from earlier, but he is no longer in his jersey. “I don’t like to feel dirty with sweat longer than I have to,” he said a few years ago.
“Came to help you out,” he grins. The thin shirt he wore fell loose over his tight frame as he stuffs his own keys in his sweats. His hair was still slightly damp too, now fallen. Not because he washed the gel out, but because it is it’s “bedtime.”
You shake your head politely as you proceed to roll the carts back into the closet.
The corners of your mouth lift, “It’s alright, just part of the job,” you reply.
“I’m helping anyway, so you can try to shove me out if you want to.”
He does that famous grin of his, except a more tired version. He was calm and quiet. Extremely different from how you saw him around 35 minutes ago, but he was only like this when he was tired, upset, or something else you don’t know about. The exhaustion of play was probably just kicking in.
Clearly there was no pushing him out, no matter what sentiment about rest you could give him, so if he was here, he was going to help take down that almost-eight-foot net.
Once he gets both sides down, you come in to help roll/fold it, then use the bottom rope to tie it off. In the end, it took less than half the time it would’ve taken to do it alone, and that includes the endless giggles about nothing in particular throughout the whole thing. He carries the net and pads away over his bicep.
“So how long do you usually stay after?”
2 hours. You don’t tell him that, so instead you yell something along the lines of “Not too long!”
“I waited up for you because I noticed you’ve been the last to leave almost every time. Alone. Once you never came out, that’s when I realized you were in here working.”
He explains the situation from a different point of view. You had found yourself bending to pick up trash from the long rows of seats, skimming through to lay some work off the janitors. He finally appears out of the closet, so you walk back to the chairs that you were instructed to leave out.
The door closes loudly. He then outstretches one hand for the keys, with his opposite hand still located on the knob.
You toss them poorly, he easily catches them with a hearty chuckle.
Once you grab your things, you walk and talk side by side down the soundless hallways. You hadn’t known him long, and to be completely fair— you weren’t necessarily acquainted with everyone on the team— but he was very caring for the people around him. He was attentive, but forgetful. You’re not sure how it works, but if he forgets something, then does it really matter if he notices it each time?
“I don’t like that everyone gets to leave but you. I’ll start staying back.”
“That’s not necessary; I’m a big girl,” you entertain.
“It just feels wrong. Leaving you here by yourself too? No,” he declares. He shakes his head tenaciously, and despite his large steps, his shoulder remains brushing against yours in sync.
“…You do realize how bad this looks right? A player staying back with the staff?”
A boisterous laugh erupts from him, “Only if you word it like that. We’re the same age, both students, and you’re the manager—not the coach. What can they say? I’m fucking you for a better looking jersey?”
Oh okay. woah.
You almost physically recoil in shock, but it just renders you speechless for a moment; moreso the images that just flashed into your head.
It seems he picked up on it, because he rushes to apologize.
“Shit- sorry, I didn’t mean-“
“No, no, it’s okay—I really don’t mind,” you console. It just caught you off guard, and it was obvious what he meant, so none of this was his fault. Also holy shit? Bokuto saying “fucking” in that way? You’re slightly tempted to ask him to repeat it. This proves the image of him in your head is a lot more innocent and less vulgar than the real one.
There’s a light flush to his skin and his shoulders are tensed, but it doesn’t stop him from teasing you.
“You say you really don’t mind?” He leans down to repeat the words in your ear, except when he says it, it’s significantly dirtier than when you did. He’s trying to imply you wouldn’t mind him…doing that to you.
Would you?
He contemplates his next words in your silence.
“It almost sounds like you’d like it,” he breathes out, but the devious grin lurks behind it.
“Stooop,” you roll your eyes and wrap your fingers around his face. He giggles even as you shove him away jokingly.
Once calm from his own fit of laughter, he tells you the team is supposed to celebrate tonight at home and he wants you to come. You oblige after making him beg a few times for forgiveness.
He did warn it would technically be as if they were out, but you don’t mind. They deserve it. Drinking at home is also better than drinking elsewhere anyway: no risking an image, no chance at driving, and since everyone knows each other, it automatically becomes somewhat safer.
Passing the concessions on the way out, you make sure to list the stock of what’s left while you leave him to count the money collected.
The roles were supposed to be reversed, but you don’t complain as you get to watch him handle the money like second nature. A small muscle in his arm flexes as the bills fly past his fingers and he whispers the numbers aloud to himself.
“You’re really good at that.” You say in awe. You weren’t aware how close you were leaning over his shoulder until the slight turn of his head has his nose about an inch from yours.
“Learned a little something from a business friend of mine,” he sighs in a hushed tone. He took the compliment shyly as if there weren’t fans screaming his name about an hour prior.
You clear your throat and provide him space before he relays the number to you. Thank god it’s dark.
He wishes you didn’t—he enjoyed the feeling of your small hands over his broad shoulders.
. .
The time nears 10 o’clock when you head to Bokuto’s. There wasn’t much to do at home other than shower, and because it was a casual event, you arrived in a cute pair of jeans and a tank.
The door opens to a familiar face. Soon you’re being led to the living room where music and low lights set the mood, some players of the team surround you, drinks are being passed around, and the atmosphere is far more calming than any club you’ve ever attended.
Atsumu is the first to greet you. He rises to his feet for a hug, expressing how much he didn’t think you would come to something like this.
As you look around, others are genuinely surprised by your presence as well, but it’s expected. For some, it’s the first time they’ve seen you outside of practice. Bokuto watches you begin to become uncomfortable under curious eyes.
The large hand that loops around your waist sends a warm wave through your body. He towers over you, all muscle and height, so when you look up to see his smile, you can’t help but return it. He leans down, fanning cool breath against your skin like earlier.
“Can I get you a drink? You okay?” A fulfilling scent floods your nose. God, what cologne was he wearing?
“I’m okay, thank you.”
He twists you to his seat on the sectional couch, to which he picks the spot on the floor right next to you. The feeling of his hand lingers.
You speak to Sakusa. The liquor in his hand is almost to the bottom, but he still seems more than present.
The TV plays in the background and you slowly ease into the party by conversation. Bokuto’s voice is so distinctive you can hear it whether you’re listening or not. His conversations with Hinata are pure amusement, especially as they talk about moments from the game. Sakusa asks about your family, what you study, things of that nature—it was very refreshing actually.
The team celebration was more team bonding and getting to know the players for you. A lot of how they act reflects on the court.
Some old friends of his along with other girls were there, presumably some their partners, but essentially it was a equal group. It didn’t stop the fun, because in the end, Meian had won every Uno game held and everyone had a justified animosity towards Sakusa for all his plus 4s. He’s fully aware of it, and as you all glare, he tips his head back, laughing incessantly.
You were slightly scared of him at first because he was so reserved.
At the height of the night, in the midst of tipsy attendees, someone pulls out a box from under the coffee table. You’re not even sure if it was Bokuto’s.
“Drink or Do,” A dark haired woman reads aloud. She glances around the crowded couch knowingly, silently asking if we were down. Hell, half of you were already drunk. The game was just “Do” by this point.
Of course, Atsumu is the first to audibly agree as if the slight slur of his words wasn’t enough signification he shouldn’t be playing.
She pushes her glasses further up her nose before displaying the contents of the game. She impressively shuffles the cards, clearly showcasing her sobriety. Bokuto suddenly grunts underneath you.
He raises himself just enough to slip up onto the couch beside you. You watch quietly.
He must’ve seen your shameless, big eyes admiring him too.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” you return. His lips stretch into a show-stopping smile and he turns his attention to the table. You follow his gaze to the game neatly assembled.
“Thanks Kiyoko. Who goes first?”
She shrugs and it was concluded you all would follow in a circle. Kuroo takes one for the team, first getting up and retrieving an extra bottle of liquor. His fingers connect around a card from the middle, all eyes falling on him in anticipation. It was explained on the pack that you could either get a physical card or a card about truth.
You only know the court versions of these men even though they knew each other, so your back hits the support of the couch in underlying excitement.
Kuroo reads it first to himself, then aloud.
“Name two other people you would have a threesome with or take a shot.”
A truth card. However, it seemed to take him no time to think about it.
“Alisa and Bo.” He slides the card unabashedly to a random spot on the coffee table, creating a potential pile for the rest of the used ones. The man beside you just crosses his arms and chuckles. His shirt stops about halfway down his deltoid and hugs him perfectly at the top, almost like it was altered just for you to look—it’s painful to look away, catching sight of Alisa giggling and pulling a card next.
“‘Take a shot from a player’s chest. The last player picks who.’ So regardless, I have to drink. How is this fair?”
All eyes land to Kuroo, conversing with Meian. He catches the memo, but doesn’t seem to care about his pick. He says Kiyoko.
Kiyoko wastes no time filling a shot to the brim. She places it snugly between her breasts, then awaits Alisa impatiently. She eventually places both hands to the gray-haired girl’s face, leading her face directly to her boobs. They laugh genuinely through the whole thing.
The fact that those two were playing this game implied they were single, and all you can think is holy hell, how is that possible? She wraps her plump lips around the glass rim, tilts her head up, and allows the liquid trail down her throat once free. A flood of groans and comedic applause fill the air.
“Is there something you would like to tell us Alisa?” Aran insinuates.
She then manually removes the glass from her mouth, dropping it to the table and brushing her bottom lip off flirtatiously at Kiyoko. “Your turn!”
. .
Kiyoko ends up admitting to the three riskiest places she’s ever fucked, stoking a heated discussion about the best and worst places to do it within the table. Everyone had clear opinions.
“At a school though? Really? I’m no saint, but that’s foul.”
Next, as told by the card, Sakusa must give a hickey to the random player on his left.
It was you.
He sucks on the surface of his teeth with a smile after reading the card, his gaze slowly turning to meet yours. You only stare at each other curiously.
He’s the first to speak up: “Are you…?” His brows furrow.
“I’m cool about it.” You aren’t sure if it’s the liquor swimming through your bloodstream providing you confidence but you lean your chest forward, unintentionally displaying your breasts in the low tank, and tilt your head up just enough. It was so fast, though once he concluded you were sure it all happened naturally.
One hand of his comes up to cup your jaw. In contrast, the other softly slides up your collarbone, wrapping back around until the strap of your cami is being nudged off your shoulder. He gravitates closer until all you see is a full head of dark hair.
“I’ll spare you,” he hums, leaving only you to hear him. Your brain is too occupied by his overwhelming presence to understand he meant putting it in a spot that wouldn’t have people questioning you left and right.
Then finally, his pink lips attach, sucking hard enough for the surface cells to break, effectively creating a hickey that darkens by the second.
You have to remind yourself to keep breathing.
He leaves a few open mouthed kisses on the spot to soothe the pain, but if you didn’t know any better you’d say he got carried away. The back and forth drag of his thumb on your jaw and the fluttering kisses leading up to your under ear tell you so. Others seem to see it too. Is it wrong to thread your fingers through his hair?
The moment ends almost as quickly as it came, and the game moves on. You reach for the top of the deck and flip it around.
“Act out your favorite sexual position with the player to your left for fifteen seconds.”
Dammit, all these left cards will be the death of you.
You survey Bokuto, in all his hair-down glory, just as Sakusa had you. “Uhh…” a downturned smile carves onto your features.
Alisa giddily reassures, “C’mon girl, don’t get all shy on us now!”
Surprisingly, it gives you enough courage to at least look Bokuto in his golden eyes. They were low with alcohol, anger, or something else.
“I don’t know— I don’t really have a favorite,” you admit. “Missionary, I guess?”
Maybe you should’ve picked a different one; you could easily swing your leg over him to cowgirl and be done. Leisurely, his arms uncross as he twists to face you, then he places his large hands around your ribcage to effortlessly lift you up and forward. You lean backwards with the newfound space, but once you’re down, he grips your hips and roughly pulls you close to him.
At the same time he slots himself between your legs, his fingers swiftly curl under your knees and lift them until they’re pressed to the side of your breasts.
All broad and firm that he is, he completely crowded your area. His fingers creep to your nape, trekking through the hair there, the heart of his thumbs resting upon your cheeks. Your hands subconsciously roll up his arms.
You attempt to scan him above you and search for any ounce of discomfort—or any emotion for that matter—but instead, you find him hyper-focused on the bruising spot Sakusa initiated. Like it personally offends him, he won’t look away. You’re so close you can see his jaw tense.
“Bokuto,” you whisper. He finally catches your eye.
His back rises with a deep breath through his nose. He still struggles to look at your eyes since he was now fixed on your lips, despite being a few centimeters away. “Hm?”
You drift your fingers to wrap around the base of his neck loosely. “It feels like you’re frustrated.”
The chance to ease the tension worked, because his forehead drops to yours as his shoulders shake the slightest bit. After a long time of waiting, those glowing eyes of his locate you skittishly.
“Fuck, you’re killing me over here.”
A blare over the music sounds. “Times up,” someone’s voice calls.
. .
Eventually, you’d sobered up a bit by doing all your cards. You applaud yourself for it; some of those truth ones were harsh.
“Hey, where’s the restroom? I need to go, like, now.“
“The guest bathroom is over there, but I think someone’s in it and Bo’s bathroom is closer.” Kuroo points. “Through that door to the right.” You nod and journey your way past a few people.
The door to Bokuto’s room unlocks, causing him to look up from his position in the beside. You wish you could stay to look longer but you sprint past him and into the bathroom, only having enough time to close both doors out of respect.
. .
Correcting yourself one last time, you walk out with a now-dry hand closing the door behind you. To your surprise, Bokuto is still there.
“Sorry, yours was closer.”
He glances up from his phone. “It’s fine. Did you snoop?”
“A little.” You shrug facetiously. “Are you coming back out? To the party?”
He narrows his eyes accusingly, searching between you and the bathroom, then shakes his head as if to remove the previous ides from his brain. He casts another smile with a small laugh.
Is he ever not happy? You knew the answer, it surfaced just fine when he realized you worked alone while everyone else went home.
“Oh, uhh— maybe. Might be a while.”
You step closer, “Why, what’s up?”
He sighs deeply and huffs, “I’m just not…decent. Probably won’t be for a while.” In opposition to the smile on his face, his brows are furrowed. And they’ll tell you if you really want to know what he’s thinking.
“You aren’t…decent?” Your own eyebrows twist in confusion.
“Forget it, I should be out soon.”
“No, you just said you wouldn’t be. You can try to shove me out if you want to, but I’m staying until you tell me.” The deliberate use of his words has him contemplating whether he should lie or give in. You’re bent with both hands on your knees before him now, trying to look under his hair due to his hunch. It doesn’t take long until he concludes you’re too stubborn.
“Alright then.” He raises his head completely and uses his palms as support when he leans back. “You’ve got me hard as a fucking rock. If I left now, I’d be throwing myself into the lion’s den.”
Unintentionally, you shoot a glance to his sweats, only to find out he was as serious as you were. Somehow, only one question came to mind.
“I did it? Me?”
“Yes, you,” he mocks.
You stand in front of him, still bent over, blinking. He’d been tucked away in here because of the game? You just thought he left to do something and he’d return at some point; it was his house after all.
“How?”
He watches with disbelief plastered on his face. “How? You’ve been doing it all day. Touching me, looking up at me how you do—and God those eyes turn me into a horrible person. You might not have even realized it, but when I was on top of you, you connected your ankles like you didn’t want me to go. I was done the second I felt it.”
He kept going, “I didn’t want to scare you off, especially considering you work with us everyday.”
“I’m not scared,” you quickly respond, realizing you’d have to take initiative when his eyebrows raise and you spot a faint blush overtaking his skin. In fact, he makes you feel safer, like there’s an exaggerated sense of invincibility because he’ll always make sure you’re okay. There’s no way your heart has been beating this hard this whole time. He could probably hear it.
One step at a time, you saunter until you’re close enough for his arms to connect around your body.
His eyes are wide and glistening as if he couldn’t believe the scene in front of him.
He goes to stand, but you lightly press his shoulders down, advising him to slowly sink back to the duvet. His Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow once your finger tilts his chin up even further, the prospect getting the best of him when you lean this slightest bit into his lips. They connect without a sliver of space. It feels so surreal, so soft, and you begin to wholeheartedly believe the soft buzz from one of these would raise your mood any time. It was slow, innocent, and sweet to get used to each other, but when your leg rose at his side to crawl onto him, he knew he was fucked.
Of course, he welcomes you with open arms, hands moving nonstop along your back once you’re sat comfortably. Following the grab at his hair, there’s a deep rumble in his chest. Desire surges through you at the sound. You turn your head and bite on his bottom lip, a soft sound of your own flowing out when it plops back into place.
His tongue molds into the kiss as his hands travel lower, down your thighs and gliding back up to your ass. Soft touches morph into gropes. With the pressure already there, a small grind against him is imminent. Connecting both arms around his neck, you decide to tell him what you want and breathe a bit.
“Off,” you whisper, “I want it off.”
In no time, with one more kiss to the nose, he stands with his hands hooked under your thighs, turning completely around and laying you on his bed.
He only pulls away momentarily to turn the lock on his door, pinch at the end of the thin shirt that does him more than justice and tug it over his head. Now bare from the waist up, he comes to hover over you in the same position from about 30 minutes prior.
If only you could see his back, but the view from the front does not disappoint. Sculpted to perfection, strong and demanding attention. He kisses you again, this time farther to your neck and sliding his hands down your body, leaving your back to arch upwards from the bed in hopes he’ll go lower.
Then in a split second, you’re back to square one. He gazes at the mark of his teammate on your collarbone.
“Bo-“
Before you can even finish his name, he redirects back up to your neck, wrapping the opposite hand around it to force your chin up, then begins sucking a fresh new hickey. Hard. And clearly more visible than the lower one already there.
It almost makes you hiss, and if you had to guess, it was already purple. He removes himself to stand as if it never happened and tugs at your jeans with his fingers.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
He slides them down and off, dropping them on the floor uselessly. Groaning, his eyes travel down your body.
“Are you real?” It falls from his mouth before he can stop it.
“I think so.”
He massages your legs, easily removing every knot in your calves. “Feel like I’m dreaming. Had to make sure.” He places a light kisses everywhere from your belly-button to your toes, drifting towards your center, worshiping your thighs and humming.
He surveys you through his light eyelashes.
“If I had to take a guess, I would say you’re wet right now.” He shrugs. “Could be wrong.”
As if to accentuate his words, the light touch over the line of your panties makes you shiver. Defiantly, you shake your head no as if your body hadn’t already betrayed you. He feigns innocence, his brows turning upward in the process.
“That’s, of course, just a guess though.”
He pulls gently from your hips and slowly slides the fabric down your legs. He watches hungrily as he reveals every part of you. Unlike earlier, he wastes no time to shallowly dip a thumb between your folds, causing a deep, held breath from you both to mix with the air at the same time. The pad of his finger reaches your clit and begins circling.
You attempt to sit up when your hips begin to fidget but you’re caged by his own chest. He’s risen above you again. He can’t resist the chance to kiss you when he’s so close, so it’s eager but still sensual.
“Seems like it wasn’t just a guess, hm?” He grins against your lips.
“I hate you,” you whisper in return.
“Really? I don’t think you do.”
Simultaneously, a finger plunges into your wetness while his thumb remains circling, immediately being coated by the liquids you swore weren’t there. The gravel yet softness of his voice breezing through your ears is not helping your situation. In fact, your hands come to comb through the hair on his head when your mouth drops and your breasts reach his chest, only divided by the fabric of your shirt you wish was gone.
His finger is much bigger than your own so your eyes flutter shut as he moves it inside and kisses your neck. He feels around, watching what moves your hips where, and once he finds a specific spot, he ignores it.
Adding another finger, he pulls them apart inside to stretch you out. Your breaths below him quicken as he increases speed, your body trying to refill everything he is taking out of you. He, on the other hand, is greatly enjoying himself; so much so that he adjusts his position lower down your body, giving his supporting elbow and hand enough freedom to tug your tank and bra down the side closest to him. It’s bundled under your breast now, practically asking him to suck on it. He was going to anyway.
He kneads first, then attaches his plush lips to the nub there. All while toying with you below.
It’s not long before it’s too much, the sight itself and what it’s doing to the little spot below your stomach. He adds one more finger when sensing that you’re close. Soft moans and whimpers cover the sounds he makes beneath you.
With a pop and one last stretch of his fingers, he pulls out before you can release, leaving you angry and empty.
“Oh my god, you cannot be fucking serio-“ He forces the fingers coated in your own slick past your lips and down your throat. The other hand pushes his waistband down to show his black boxer briefs as he somehow kicks the sweats off.
While you were mad at him, you didn’t fight it, and it didn’t take him long at all to notice that you don’t have a gag reflex. He pulls them out shiny and clean sometime later.
“I should kill you,” you assert breathlessly. It held no weight considering you aren’t even looking at him, but at the ceiling.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He ignores. His large arms scoop under you, having you being carried bridal style momentarily, then the bed creaks when your back hits and you bounce from the impact. This time, your head hits fluffy pillows bound with silk coverings. The man was obsessed with his hair.
You take this time to pull the rest of your shirt off and throw it away where you assume your pants are. He leaves to open a drawer in his bedside table before finishing with a packet in his hand. “I can talk dirty to you.”
“Please, make more threats on my life baby.” The sheets cave as he crawls back over, kissing your abdomen with the plastic still in hand. To be fair, you could say anything to him right now and it wouldn’t make him any less hard. You take both your breasts in your hands.
“You can fuck me without it, I’m on birth control,” you coo.
His movements pause instantly. His shoulders tense, like he stops breathing, and a rush of embarrassment waves over you. Maybe he wasn’t comfortable? He could just forget you said it.
Checking on him, you look down, only to find a head of black and white hair looking back at you instead of him.
“Are you sober?” It comes out as a complete switch in tone. A demand to tell him accompanied by the multiplied grip on your waist.
“Yes.”
Bokuto likes to believe he’s a good man. A good man with a lot of self-restraint, especially compared to his friends. And to anyone else, his immediate thought is no, but who is he to deny something like that from you? From you? Truth be told, the thought of ruining you bare is enough for him to accept the offer.
“Flip over, ass up.” He tosses the plastic to land perfectly on his nightstand. His seriousness prompts you to move faster than usual, obeying him despite how bad you want to piss him off to hear more. A few more soft creaks in the background help you conclude he’s shuffling around, but then it goes quiet.
“Bokuto?”
When you struggle to twist around, it doesn’t matter in the end because he’s slowly pushing himself inside. Your eyes blow wide and close. You mutter, “Holy shit.”
Your face contorts into one of mixed emotions; his expression showcases pain behind you. It’s like you can feel your walls enclose his tip, spread open to traverse up the head and stay there.
“It shouldn’t hurt, but if it does, tell me,” he advises. You nod in response.
He leans his hips further. Inhaling deep breaths, you feel comfort the second he curls his body over yours and waits in the crook of your neck. It’s silence aside from the bass reverberating lowly in his living room. “Give me an update.”
“You’re big,” is all you plan to say. Bokuto is not the most humble person you know and he would take something like that to the grave.
“You’re halfway.”
Fucking halfway? There’s no way.
He groans as he grinds all the way in until he’s balls deep, caressing the skin on your back as if it accounts for his actions. It didn’t hurt just like he’d said, but it felt like there was something foreign stuffing you up like a goddamn turkey. He might have been a little impatient, he admits.
“Your word is red.” There was sweat dripping down your face and it couldn’t have been flattering. “Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
Retracting to palm the dimples of your back, his cock slides against your walls until just the tip is peeking in, then he curls his hips forward back into your heat. You wish you could say it felt amazing, but it was actually quite uncomfortable.
It just felt like exactly what he was doing—rubbing along the rubber of your walls.
On his side, he was about to faint. You were gripping him so hard it was suffocating. It felt so good since he was fully bare, feeling every contraction and pulse of your pussy, but there was nothing he could do to ease you up other than keep going.
An idea popped into his head at the thought, sending his hand down to your jaw, twisting it enough to him where he could bend and lock your lips. The sultry sigh that leaves your mouth travels through his.
He continues the slow thrusts as your lips move with eachother. The angle of your neck proved burdensome, but you would do anything to have him as close as possible so you have no choice but to smell that cologne you like so much.
Your soft sounds increased in volume and became more frequent like he foresaw; therefore, he knew the moans were less from his tongue down your throat and more from his unstopping movements before you did. He pulls away and you follow him, but he goes too far.
He rises again, rubbing his hands in a circular motion around the curve of your ass. He brings one down harshly and grips like he’s feeling you up.
“Harder,” you mumble. He barely hears it, but when he’s sure he did, he follows orders. You don’t even flinch, but now there’s a reddening print of his large hand as evidence to what you asked of him.
Amused, he switches his attention to the bounce of your ass when it hits his body. The momentum now carries you smoothly.
“How’s it feel?” He calls. From below, your cheek is pressed comfortably to the silk.
“Feels good.”
That’s all he was waiting on. Just good. It didn’t hurt and you weren’t uncomfortable, it was just good. As long as it felt okay for you, he’s sure he can make it better later.
Later is now.
He lifts one leg to a lunge and corrects his hand positioning snugly to your hips, then tugs you down forcefully. So hard it feels like a jolt shoots from your core. If the headboard wasn’t bolted to the damn wall, it would’ve broken.
Back and forth, he fucks you onto himself. A long, seductive whine is muffled by the pillow at your lips, turning uneven with every snap of his hips. Now that the uneasiness was gone, he can do what has been the star thought of the day: the slapping of skin, the creak of the bed, and the grunts from the man causing it all are music to his ears, and soon, the feeling under your tummy runs back up.
“Bokuto.”
He laughs deeply at this. The pillow sinks when you dig your face as far as possible into your arms as your cheeks flush over, able to somehow still find a way to be embarrassed, but he notices and goes to explain himself.
“You’re the only person I know that won’t call me Kōtarō even if I’m buried to the hilt inside of you.”
What you were going to tell him is how the feeling is coming barreling back, the same feeling he previously revoked from you last second. The man slips past your entrance with ease now, no friction to stop him, leaving his fat tip to spread the clear essence dripping down your folds, his shaft, and now coating your thighs in a sheen of gloss. Your ass slams against his front continuously, reddening with every ricochet.
The heat of your connecting bodies already fills the room to make the atmosphere stuffy but neither of you seem to mind. His fingers dig into your skin, creating little indents. You whimper, “Kōtarō?”
“Hm?” You can’t see him, but you can imagine the little held tilt he does. You wish you could think about it longer. The image disappears as fast as it came, not standing a chance to your nerves on edge from of his length plowing through you.
“I’m close- don’t stop. Please.”
“It wasn’t part of the plan, baby.”
To him it probably wasn’t even that bad. He was moving his hips at high energy, just as he does everyday— but for someone who’s not a professional athlete, it was pretty discouraging to think about his stamina versus yours.
There’s a tug on your arm, silently informing you he’s going to pull it. He does, bringing the other one along too, and gathers both your wrists in one hand to raise your chest with the support of his open palm across your stomach.
Your back is to his front and your impressive arch can’t be covered by the hair trickling off your shoulders. He shifts his weight back to stabilize you both, then positions you so you won’t fall over: a hand cupping your breast while the other bases your jaw up. The coolness of his breath nears once he begins to nip at your ear. Just as you requested, he never stopped.
“You’re so beautiful,” he admires.
In an attempt to push back the little bubble in your heart, you focus the attention on the little bubble in your tummy. You don’t respond but whimper in acknowledgement.
Unfortunately for you, the man can snuff out anything he doesn’t feel is right. You ask him how; he calls it a hunch.
“I mean it.” His lips attach to your neck once more, sucking and kissing until there’s another spot to match the one given earlier. The music in the house is faint now, though it could be clouded by the euphoria of the new angle considering you can’t seem to hear anything else but him.
With that he punctuates each thrust like he has something to prove. To prove he does truly believe it— and if the info wouldn’t go through your brain, then maybe it would go somewhere else. He admires the effort to force your ass down and meet him halfway after you hang your head loosely off his big shoulder.
“Kōtarō,” you cry out his name, and it is by far the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. It even puts when you told him he could “fuck you without it” to shame.
“I’m here, relax.” He reassures, and it truly felt like he was. You two were too close to be called two separate beings, and with only a slight turn, you’d be staring directly into his eyes. You claw your fingers around his wrist at your neck, hoping, praying to God that he wouldn’t whimsically disappear the second you’re done with this whole thing.
If the recoil from how precise his thrusts were didn’t throw you around he would be a second away from kissing your forehead. Finally, your eyebrows synch in the middle and your lips form a pout.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”
It was silent for the moment of your release for the same reason. Because it felt like you were fucking floating. Your heavy breaths were short, and it took all the stamina he had left in the day not to paint your insides white. In fact, a line of faded white heterogeneously mixed with clear dripped freely to his balls, but it was yours. Every time you gasp for air, your cavern stretches and retracts around his tip.
Huffing with fatigue, you regain the ability to think. He steals your breath the second you regain it. It feels so good to kiss him again, to have him close, but he carefully lifts your head, pulls out, and lies you down. On your back.
He takes this time to sulk in your attention and allow your high to dissolve. Plus, multitasking is great, though he loves feeling your hands on him singularly.
“Think you can go another?” He grins. You think about your answer. Not for long, because whether you could or not, you wanted it to happen even if it meant fighting to keep your eyes open.
“Yeah. Is it guaranteed to be as good as the first?”
“Of course. If not, money back guaranteed.” A gust of air blows from his small laugh, and it adds to the desire to kiss him. “Let me see you slip it in yourself.”
Instead of answering, you reach down between the two of you, delicately wrap your fingers around his head that is now wet and throbbing an angry-red, lift it up to your clit where you swirl it around for extra measure, then position it just right to shuffle down on it yourself. Everything was swollen and sticky.
You look up to his eyes during the satisfied sigh that leaves both of you, the fullness returning. It felt like a part of you was missing the second he pulled out.
“Good girl,” he praises, pressing a short-lived kiss to your lips. He had spent the little time ensuring your ankles dangled over his shoulders, beside his ears, leaving your knees pressed to your breasts, caged in by his large frame. He’s far from it if you know him in person, but even just his stature makes you feel dominated. Almost comedically, everything to this point was completely in your control and you knew it.
He was slower with you the second time, rebuilding the heat in your stomach strategically. Every thrust was ten times longer than the next until he completely slowed down to a speed he found fit.
Unfortunately for him, it didn’t take long to build at all, especially with the squelching noise from each time he enters you, opens you up, closes when he pulls back, and leaves your insides to match the outline of his cock. He was propped on his elbows, but still close enough for your arms to span the entirety of his back. His skin had tanned the slightest bit with the summer so the scratch marks you leave may be a slightly darker red than usual.
“Fuck, you feel incredible. There’s no way I can prepare myself each time.”
“So good,” you moan half-mindedly. If you weren’t so satiated, but in the right state of mind, you definitely still would have said it. It’s directly in his ear to genuinely test his patience, and giving him the primal urge to mark your neck until the entire thing turns purple. He knows it’s a stretch in his head yet it’s still only barely enough to convince him not to do it.
“Yeah? You like to take it slow?”
You nod but clarify, “Both.”
Taking the hint clear as day, he increases speed by getting off his elbows and holding under your knees, effectively switching the weight to his biceps to keep balance. Consequently, your lower back rises from the covers even more as you tilt backward. Thank god for your flexibility.
The back of your thighs redden and start to itch from purely how hard he was coming down on you, forcing you into the bed relentlessly. His vision is narrowed by the position of your legs in front of his face, but with them so close together, you could feel every part of him— every vein, drop, and movement into your heat.
“Bo!”
Once you realize it wasn’t you calling his name, but someone else who was rapping at the door on the other side, adrenaline shoots through you, tensing your body, successfully closing up your entrance and emitting a throaty groan from the man currently on top of you. “Man, you in there?”
He notices how uncomfortable you become just by your body language. Dropping your legs to the side of his hips, he regains access to your face so he may relieve your nerves with a comfort forehead rub. There was sweat gathered at your hairline, no doubt. His brows dip down at the thought of anyone ruining the moment when he turns to look at the door.
“Bokuto,” you whisper aggressively, an angry crease forming between your own brows. He snaps his head back to you, softening his gaze.
“Kōtarō,” he rectifies.
This only widens your eyes more. He cannot be serious. “That’s not important right no-”
His hand comes up to cover your mouth, only avoiding your nostrils. You even consider licking him but you rule it out as the childish option.
“It’s Kuroo,” he declares from outside the room, “I sent someone in here earlier. Is she good?” Kōtarō’s head twists back to the door.
“You sent someone in here?” Bokuto replies loudly, not missing a beat. Instead of dismissing him, he asks a question back. Classic Bokuto.
“Yeah, did she not come in?”
“No.” You wait impatiently and silently, still flustered by the whole thing. Bokuto seemed cool as a cucumber; the glare he possessed dissolved quickly. “Who was it?”
“Uhh, I’m not completely sure. I don’t know her name.”
You two had spent an entire game together, drinking and bonding, and he still didn’t know your name. What else could you expect though?
On another note, Bokuto seems to be prolonging the conversation for his own amusement. If only he would look back at you to see the scowl in your eyes.
“Oh well. I didn’t see anyone.”
His attention reverts to your face and he temporarily removes his hand, but when you begin speaking again, he covers it back up and draws his body in close. Closer than he already was.
“You okay? You’ve been in there forever,” Kuroo adds. Why won’t he just leave?
“Yeah, just had to take a call. Did you want something?”
Bokuto ends his sentence with the trail of his thumb over your forehead. You feel his cock pulse inside of you, then to your surprise, begin to push even deeper. He pulls out, and repeats the action.
The faint hum and gust of air he feels on his finger from your nostril signifies your pleasure. If Kuroo knew he was fueling Bokuto’s risky fantasies, he would pester him all day about it. It felt too good to be mad at him.
“I’ve been over all this time and don’t know where your lighters are,” Kuroo goes on, “I checked the kitchen drawer next to the sink.”
Truthfully, the player above you couldn’t care less about whatever the fuck he was talking about. The idea of filling you up just right as you desperately try not to make a sound that will notify the man on the other side of this very door where you actually are is too good to pass up. Underneath one of your teammates— as a reminder.
“No weed,” he tells his friend, “we randomly get tested throughout the season.”
While Kuroo tries to prove that’s not what it’s for, all of Bo’s focus is on you just as it had been due to your wriggling beneath him. These thrusts were back to slow but meaningful, and too deep to be labeled natural. He whispers profanities to you whenever he doesn’t have to answer his best friend, and this time, he warns, “You’re gonna get us caught, beautiful.” Little did you know, it was all up to his master plan.
“Check the bottom left drawer of guest bathroom.”
He readjusts his positioning, attempting to pinpoint the spot he discovered sometime earlier. A few quiet mattress creaks and experimental thrusts later, his palm is still covering your lips in an attempt to reduce any sound about to give you away in case he hadn’t left, his other hand is brushing hair away from your face gently, and his hips are curling into an area that has an unbelievable amount of control over your legs. They shudder when he repeatedly hits it spot on.
A loud whine and the occasional groan he couldn’t conceal leaves your mouth, just barely going undetected. Or so you think. Your waist wiggles as your hands roam around his chest frantically. He was so smooth with it, like he had no plan of stopping anytime soon and he was programmed to continuously grind in your prostate. It was like it was just you two in a competition to see who would give in first.
Not even an inch apart, watching your soul and gauging your reactions through your orbs, his eyes all pretty and gold scan yours. Similarly enough, the resemblance to an owl is definitely there.
There was a tremble in your legs at the filling pool in your stomach. He grabs your moving hand by the wrist and flattens it over your lower tummy, then rests his on yours, applying pressure. On top of emphasizing the heat, you can barely feel the head of his cock rough in and out.
“You think I don’t know exactly what turns you on? What gets you wet like this?” He places a chaste kiss on the side of your jaw. He was staring so intently it felt like an unforgivable crime to look away.
Intending to say something along the lines of “You do, Kōtarō,” it fails miserably, coming out a line of muffled speech, but he hears you all the same. Reading your droopy eyelids like a book, he recognizes your inability to pick between the top half of his face and lips as you were right on the edge. Tears almost begin to swell.
“Need to see you cum on my dick the right way.”
He removes his hand from your mouth, immediately having you spill everything that was bottled up tenfold in a mix of deep breaths. So much so, you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore.
“Talk to me, baby.”
You do just that, and if you were in the position to crack jokes, you’d say your dripping pussy was doing it too.
“Kōtarō I’m- oh fuck-please please please.”
The scene is wet, sticky, and everywhere in the place where you’re connected and everywhere in the place that you’re not. You look every bit of exhausted and reflecting in a sheen of sweat.
“Where do you want me?” He grunts.
“I-inside. Cum inside.” Your ankles link and dig into the descent of his back, sending him over the edge just as it did during the game. He doesn’t remove himself, keeping his movements so perfect it feels robotic; however, the thumb of the hand pressing into you circles where you need it to most. Depleting the stamina of a professional athlete isn’t easy and the only thing ensuring his continuation is the drive to make you feel better than he does.
“I’m back. I can take one of the candles, right?” Kuroo’s voice bounces off the room walls. Bokuto knows you’re at the summit, so to prevent your uncomfortable response at the pure thought of shouting his name with an audience (that he doesn’t mind at all), he spares you and takes into your mouth as fast as possible.
His tongue mixes with yours before you know what’s going on, and it allows for the best orgasm of your life. It maybe made you a bit light headed, and might have taken away oxygen, but you’ll take it any day. The force of how tight you clenched down on him almost pushed him out. He resists, an animalistic groan vibrating about his throat as he leaks the contents of his balls into you.
Bokuto absorbed anything you would have cried that Kuroo could hear. He thought about allowing you to scream as you please, heightening his ego, but he then considered how many laps he’d have to run next practice; your clit was red and puffy under his finger, begging for relief, and the opportunity will come another time. Adding to the irritated scratches along his back, your free hand scrapes down the skin.
“Shit,” he curses. He stills inside, throbbing as spurts of silky white cum rest idly, clogged by his tip, and when he removes the flat hand to match the one at your hip, your arms meet around his neck tenderly and your fingers dig through his hair. Soft sounds and whimpers as you fall from your high accelerates his. Yours ended a little faster with a larger impact since it was your second, but it was his first. He couldn’t even find the will to pull out.
A little more present, you push his head to kiss you. Kuroo’s somewhere floating in the back of his mind. Maybe.
Naturally, you shiver at his movement.
He kisses you with need, throwing your hair aside and holding your face.
“Are you okay?” He asks, despite still barely being off his climax. He was still breathing heavily and twitching every now and then.
“Better than ever.” You smile wearily. “Are you?”
He nods happily.
At some point, you watched him pull away together. Low sounds from the both of you occupy the air as his shaft comes out sleek, and when his tip finally reveals itself, a line of cum slips after, finally being released and dribbling down your hole. He googles at the sight. It’s almost enough to make him completely hard again.
With a much needed bath, a change of clothes, and painkillers from the kitchen, most of everyone had already left but his closest friends. He ushers them out since the ones that were drunk had rides.
He places the water on his nightstand, slipping in bed beside your completely relaxed body, rubbing up right against you. His presence alone makes you turn around to his face. He kisses your forehead and holds you close when you hook a leg around him, snuggling your head near his neck.
“Does this mean I get a cool jersey?” His voice is alone and serious in the night air.
You don’t even respond, just unhook your leg and turn over. He giggles when your shoulders rise from a deep sigh.
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