#sub!hq

[chaepink]

can u make headcannons on sub!yan’s tendencies in the relationship?

also can i be 🉑 or 🌝 anon?

dating sub!yandere boys hcs ♡

sub!yandere boys when they date you.

wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, unhealthy relationship, mention of killing/murder, both sfw and nsfw!, mention of feminization, bondage

note: yes you can be 🌝 anon!

— your yandere would be possessive of you, even more compared to when you two were just friends

— well, you thought you two were just friends. he already assumed you two were together sometime earlier during his friendship with you

— he would do anything for you in order to make sure you're happy and safe

— a friend of yours is getting too touchy with you? well the next day that friend is ignoring you and when you confront them, they look at you scared and quickly scurry away from you. did your yandere do something to them? surely not

— a weird guy keeps following you around your neighborhood? well a couple of days later you see on the news that his body has been found near a river and weirdly enough, you havent seen your yandere on the days before the guy's death

— you complain to your yandere about how a teacher gave you a bad grade on something you worked so hard on? suddenly your grade changes to a A and that same exact teacher suddenly resigns from the school

— he'll try his best to know where you are most of the time and try to follow you back home to make sure you're safe (though its really obvious, you don't acknowledge him so he thinks he's actually doing something)

— but no matter how scary and possessive they are of you, they just want to be good for you, really

— its almost as if they're a puppy for you, always there for your beck and call

— give them a simple command and they'll do it immediately, no questions asked

— ask them to buy you a snack from the nearest store? he'll return back with a bagful of others that he thought you would like

— they're super clingy and always want to be near you

— somehow they manage to have the same exact classes that you have and at the same time. maybe you guys are just lucky? little do you know that your yandere hacked into the principal's computer to change his schedule to fit with yours

— if you're sick, they would immediately fetch you some medicine and make so many bowls of your favorite soup that you're not sure you could finish them all

— they would be so sad when you're sick cause that means they can't be as close as they usually are with you :(

— in bed, nothing changes at all. rather, he becomes even more infatuated with you

— they're still so good and obedient for you, always following your commands. its cute

— like what i said with him doing it with no hesitation, your yandere is eager to do what you say

— tell him to get on his knees? say less as he's already doing so, staring up at you with such innocent eyes

— tell him to open his mouth for you to stick your fingers inside? he opens wide and sticks out his tongue in such a sinful manner, hazy eyes absolutely begging you to make him choke on your fingers as drool drips down his chin

— order him to suck your strap and get it all wet? he's quick to get in between your legs and get his hands on the fake dick, his mouth going straight to bobbing it up and down and gagging as it hits the back of his throat. he'll try to subtly grind his hard on against your foot without you noticing but you do anyways but he's being a good boy so you allow it

— and oh my god is he so shameless in public

— no hesitation in telling you what he wants you to do to him when there are people around

— you'll be at brunch with some of your friends and suddenly you'll feel a hot breath on your ear, such sinful words coming soon after

"im wearing lingerie under my clothes, your favorite set too. wouldn't you like to just ruin me right here and now? make me cry and look so pretty while you show everyone im yours?"

— safe to say that you immediately dragged him to the family bathroom and fingered him until he was gripping onto you for dear life, begging and crying out for you to stop and take pity on him (he's lying about wanting you to stop)

— when you're out with errands or just at work, he'll take such sinful pictures of himself to send to you randomly

— the pictures would include his legs spread out, a obvious bulge in his underwear, and something adorning his body whether its lingerie, a maid outfit, or rope that's tied so tightly on him

— if he's feeling like teasing you even more, he'll send whimpering audios that beg you to come home and fuck him and if you listen close enough, you'll hear some wet noises that let you know that he's masturbating

"f-fuck, [name] come back s-soon, please? i-i miss you so much! i- ah! i-im wearing your favorite outfit right now! i'll be a g-good ngh boy waiting for you ♡"

— itll end up with you rushing home after you're finished to fuck him dumb in that outfit, making it stained with his tears and cum

— he knows you can't really get him pregnant but your yandere just loves those straps with cum in them that you can just shoot inside him whenever you're fucking him fast and rough

— that'll make his eyes roll back and head throw backwards as he lets out such a loud mewl at the feeling of your fake cum filling him up

— and afterwards he'll tease you by using his fingers to push the cum thats gushing out of his hole back in before licking his fingers

— although your yandere is a good boy for you most of the time, theres times where he's a brat

— he'll talk back to you whenever you command him to do something or cum without permission

— but just some long edging or overstimulation will break him and turn him into a sobbing mess

— tying his hands to the headboard and keeping his legs spread apart whilst a vibrator is inside him on the highest setting is his favorite punishment

— your yandere thinks you don't know that since you do it all the time but you actually do know it, you just love the way his face is stained with his drool and tears while his chest and the sheets underneath him is covered in his cum afterwards

— such a slut but we love him for it

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[kissatoru]

okay but boys who taunt you, tell you to be rough, to go harder, to just “fuck me properly already!” because they insist that they can take it, that they’re not fragile, that they won’t break...

but then prove themselves so beautifully wrong when you do exactly as they ask and all that becomes of them is a pretty picture; all limp limbs and wet eyes, warbling noises and choked breaths.

you’d mock him — “is this rough enough for you? proper enough for you?” — because even if he could answer, even if he didn’t have his face pressed into the mattress, soaking it in drool and tears, his voice would be too ruined and his mind too blank to manage saying anything coherent. all that he can do is take it, because at least that much of what he promised is true, even if he breaks and falls apart in the process.

SATORU GOJO, TOMURA SHIGARAKI, EREN JAEGER, FLOCH FORSTER, OSAMU DAZAI, TORU OIKAWA

[whorechives]

men who get kiss-drunk easily are so cute. ♡

whether he's experienced or not, it's always so enjoyable to see him crumble just from a kiss.

he'll probably whimper and grind against you while you kiss, too. poor boy can't help how his body reacts to what you do to him. but he hates when you get him all riled up, kissing and getting touchy with him, then leaving him a panting and disheveled mess—leaving him to get off by himself.

if you decide to follow through after teasing him, he easily gets overstimulated. sometimes, he'll even cum in his pants from the kiss alone. don't bully him about it too much, though. he might cum again.

or go ahead—we don't mind. <3

karasu tabito, michael kaiser. kyojuro, shinjuro, giyuu, sanemi, akaza. joseph, josuke. choso, getou. gepard, dan heng, jing yuan.

[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

includes unofficial to official relationship, exhibitionism, and adult themes so, mdni.

he can be a little weird sometimes...

like when somebody is so desperately making it obvious that they are into you, and he's got his arm wrapped around your waist, squeezing tighter and tighter till you yelp.

or when a friend of his asks him when he plans to make it official, and you're wondering what he's talking about, he's rolling his eyes at his friend, "how 'bout now?" and pulling on your hand, dragging you amid the crowd, to the bathroom.

his hand slams the door shut, while his lips slam your mouth shut, not giving you a chance to complain.

'ts too late to complain now anyway.

your dress is hiked up to your waist and your palms are stuck on the mirror in front of you, as he thrusts his large cock deep in your dripping, tight, cunt. his fingers gripping your waist tightly with one hand, while the other squeezes the flesh of your breast, occasionally pinching and twisting your perky nipple. loud music outside being silenced, as your louder moans echo from the little gap in the door.

great, now everybody knows he's making it official. couldn't he just tell you he loves you like a normal person? god, he really can be so weird sometimes.

suna, rin, yuri, eren, uni! sukuna, bakugo, atsumu, gojo, nagi, reo.

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

[noyasmashing]

Between Lines

Sub!Kenma x Fem!reader

CW: caught jerking off, reader a lil mean, begging, kenma being a cry baby, phone smut

A/N: Kinda rushed this one tbh.. I don’t know if I’m a fan of it but I liked the idea

WC: 1,360

Kenma's quiet demeanor was a defining trait, one that set him apart from the crowd. He wasn't one to actively seek out friendships, nor did he make much effort to engage in conversations with girls.

However, you were the exception. The circumstances of how your nightly calls began was something Kenma could not recall; but it was evolved from your shared love of video games. But once the controllers were set aside for the night, the conversations continued.

Despite his reputation for silence, Kenma was an attentive listener. He found solace in the sound of your voice, absorbing every detail you shared – whether it was the latest gossip, your favorite TV shows, or the mundane details of your day. He was content with this, offering only occasional interjections or quiet chuckles in response.

When the topic inevitably turned to him, Kenma's responses were dry, stale. I mean, you tried to talk about him, but it’s like he was on a witness protection program. He always found a way to turn the conversations back to you.

You weren’t exactly sure why, as sometimes you would have to ask “Are you still there, Kozu?"

A soft "mhmm" would be his only response, a subtle reassurance that he was indeed still listening.

Tonight was no exception. The clock ticked past 10:00 pm, leaving Kenma’s room dark as he lay on his bed, phone pressed to his ear. Your voice filled the room, animated and excited as you recounted the latest episode from your favorite TV show.

"But can you believe that plot twist?" you exclaimed, your excitement palpable even through the phone.

"Yeah, it was unexpected," Kenma replied, his tone calm but laced with a hint of amusement.

As the conversation continued, Kenma found himself lying there, feeling embarrassingly aroused. Lately, he had been struggling to find release, but there was something about the sound of your voice that seemed to make him undeniably hard.

His hand started to wander lower, venturing into forbidden territory where his boxers were already dampened with precum.

"That reminds me, Kozu! What you pulled off during the last match was pretty impressive," you enthusiastically complimented him, completely unaware of the effect your words were having on him.

“o-oh really?” He asked shakily, shamelessly teasing his overly sensitive pink tip.

"Mhmm, good job, Kozu.” You chuckled, praising him once more for his gaming skills.

Now, of all times, was the worst moment to praise him like that. He was already so aroused! The tone of your voice, your affectionate words, and just your presence in general was too much for him. By now, he was shakily jerking himself off, beads of precum leaking out of his tip.

He attempted to stifle his sounds of pleasure, but his efforts were in vain as a loud moan escaped him, broadcasting through the mic. His moment of ecstasy was abruptly halted when the realization of his mistake hit him.

"Kozu?" you asked, surprised at his unexpected reaction. Kenma didn’t know what to do with himself. He could die right about now. The one time he decided to let into his urges and he gets caught!

Before he could gather his thoughts to respond, you continued with a mischievous tone, "Have you been getting off to my voice every night?" Kenma's cheeks flushed even deeper as he struggled to find words, caught off guard by your bold question.

"N-no... I just... I'm sorry," Kenma whimpered out, his embarrassment evident in his voice. Somehow, he found himself even more aroused than before. Being caught by you had an unexpected effect on his body.

He braced himself for your potential reaction—scolding, perhaps even the silent treatment, or worse. But instead, your voice cut through his panicked thoughts, softer than before, calm and understanding,

"Did you cum yet?" you asked curiously, your tone indicating a desire to help with his predicament.

"W-what?" Kenma asked, still expecting a reprimand from you, his confusion evident in his voice.

“Cum? Did you?” you asked, this time with a slightly firmer tone.

"N-n, no.. no I didn’t," Kenma told you anxiously, unable to believe you would ask him something so intimate.

“Do you want to?” you inquired, your tone still gentle, yet probing. Kenma couldn't decipher how you felt about the situation, but he responded with a shaky "yes," although it was an obvious answer.

Your light laughter filled the air, further fueling Kenma's embarrassment. "I won't stop you, Kozu. I was waiting for something like this to happen," you admitted seductively, your words sending a shiver down his spine.

Kenma let out a soft whine, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through him at your candid admission.

His hand slowly made its way back down to his aching cock, ready to relive himself of this burning feeling.

"What... what do you mean?" Kenma let out shakily, running his hand over the length of his throbbing erection. God, he was incredibly turned on right now, teetering on the edge of climax with every touch.

"Oh, come on," you teased, as if he should have known what you meant all along, though maybe he did, he wasn't sure. "Do you think I spend hours talking to you even when it’s late just for fun? I like you, Kozume. I really do," you confessed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

This time, Kenma let out a loud moan in response. You? You liked him? It was all too much for him to process.

"I want to see you," he whined, his voice filled with desperation, the sound of his frantic movements against his cock audible through the speaker, causing you to clench around nothing.

"You sound so pretty right now. I wish it was my hand doing the work for you," you remarked, ignoring his attempts at flattery.

He continued to diligently pleasure himself, while you comforted him with soft words, unwittingly encouraging his actions.

His breath became heavier, punctuated by moans and whimpers. "Please," he breathed out, nearing the edge of his climax.

"Please what, Kozu? Do you want to cum?" you asked warmly, causing him to nod his head rapidly, as if you could see him.

"Hmm?" you questioned at his silence. He let out a shy "can I?" seeking your permission for release.

"I don’t know…" you trailed off, feigning contemplation. "I’m kind of upset you touched yourself to my voice without me knowing. You're such a little pervert," you chided, and Kenma couldn't help but let out a mangled sob, his hand slowing its pace in response to your disapproval.

Hearing his slowed motions, you quickly scolded him,

"Don’t slow down if I didn’t tell you to.” This time you were much harsher than he expected. Tears began running down his burning cheeks, small apologies leaving his wet lips.

“If you wanna cum, beg," your demeanor shifted quickly, fueling his arousal even more.

He couldn’t believe you would make him do something so lewd, but he was too far gone to stop himself, "Please.. p-please [name], 'wanna cum so bad! I'm sorry.. mm sorry!" Kenma's voice came out in pitiful sobs, his desperation evident.

The sound of your tongue clicking, as if you weren’t satisfied with his pleas, only made him more desperate.

“I don’t know… maybe I should make you wait until I can touch you,” you remarked. But all Kenma could focus on was the “until I can touch you.”

The thought of you, looking at him with those pretty eyes as you made him cum on himself over and over again, was too much.

He let out more pleas and whimpers, his hips buckling pathetically into his own hand.

“I need to cum, it hurts. I haven’t in sooo long. Please, just this once.. one time,” he rambled, trying to convince you.

"Alright baby, let it out," you finally relented, and Kenma's moans grew louder as thick white ropes of cum flew out from his sensitive tip, coating his pale stomach. Small thank yous and pieces of your name left his lips as he hit his peak.

"Who knew someone so quiet would moan so loud," you remarked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

[splataii]

kuroo x reader x bokuto

cw: top dom characters, sub bottom male reader, minor voyeurism, praise kink, degradation, double penetration, stomach bulge, use of words "boy pussy" and "boycunt"

sharing is caring hehe.. or maybe teamwork makes the dreamwork? idk lol

imagine frat boy bokuto and kuroo double stuffing their pretty roommate.

they had been arguing like schoolboys earlier over which one of em got to fuck you first.

it's ridiculous really, but in the end, it’s bokuto that gets first dibs on stuffing ur cute ass w his cock.

he promises kuroo a turn later (and he really did mean it), but omfg he just gets too caught up in how fucking good you feel. the way your hole looks as it sucks his dick back in with every thrust, the way you hold your soft thighs open for him, begging for more, the way your nails rake down his strong back when he fucks another load of cum in you.

he absolutely loses any rational, his own whines and moans drowning even yours as he continues rutting into you like a animal in a rut, his only coherent thought to fuck another load in ya till ur stuffed full

and poor lil kuroo’s left to listen to the sound of the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust, jerking his neglected cock for the nth time to the sound of you guys moans, wishing it was him in there splitting you on his cock instead. it's not fair, and he gets real sick of it real quick.

when he finally barges in, you look completely fucked out, and bokuto is still mindlessly fucking his fat dick in you, bruises littering your hips with how hard his strong hands hold you down against the mattress.

damn you iust looked so perfect all fucked out like that, skin glistening with sweat as you laid spread out underneath bokuto. kuroo has a still dazed bokuto lift you off the bed, your hands clinging to his back as the two of em guide your body through it all.

kuroo presses a hand on the small of your back, making you arch for him while bokuto holds your shaky thighs apart.

your eyes widen when you finally realize what's goin on, feeling kuroo’s tip catching on ur already abused hole

“woah.. is it really gonna fit?” you hear bokuto mumbling against your neck as he spreads your ass.

“i’ll make it fit”

you desperately shake your head, squirming in bokuto's arms, but it's like you weigh nothing to him as he keeps you up against his chest, and reassures you not to worry, “shh, you're doing so good for us pretty boy, we’ll take care a you, promise,”

kuroo’s too busy w how good your ass feels around his cock, your boypussy too stretched to even properly clench down around him. he’s basically rambling as he presses kisses to your neck, licking the stray tears off your cheek, “almost there. attaboy, that's it. take that cock, go on n take it f’me,”

they're just soo fucking big, and they love it. how helpless you look in their arms.

you feel like you’ll break in two when you finally feel him fully sheath his cock inside your messy boycunt, bulge protruding from ur cute tummy. they both tease you bout it, pressing their hands against it and jerking their hips up so they can listen to how fucking desperate you get, begging them to finally start moving as they watch their dicks thrust in and outta you.

all you can really do is mindlessly babble as your eyes roll back, drool pooling at your lips as you cum all over your tummy from the feeling of just being filled by them both.

but that doesn't even compare to when they finally start movin and overstimulate your stretched hole, holding you up as they rock you back and forth on their dicks

don't worry, they'll talk you through it<3

bokuto in one ear moaning breathlessly about what a good fucking boy you are, taking their cocks like a champ

and kuroo in the other grunting about how greedy your little fuckhole is. he shoulda known one cock isn’t enough for your slutty ass.

[ghost-mp4]

virgin!kuroo who practically begs you to teach him how to kiss.

virgin!kuroo who comes in his pants, whining and grinding against your leg that's between his, the first time you two properly make out.

virgin!kuroo who cries the first time he fucks you because "oh, god, you feel so good, baby, so so good" and he can hardly take it.

[cloudyzeusy]

Okay Hi (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) how you doin'

Would like to put in a request for a mean bully reader with some hq boy *cough*kageyama*cough*.

Top male of course. Also if there can be some humiliation that would make my day (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)👉👈

Not picky just desperate but headcannons are my fav.

Have a lovely day ♥⁠╣⁠[⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠]⁠╠⁠♥

Sincerely

-(⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) nonne

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama would definitely have a humiliation kink loving to be belittled and treated like he is worthless. This is probably because he was always gassed up and treated like he's way better than everyone else hence the nickname "King of the Court," 

So someone else being in control for once is a major turn on. He'd be eager to please in bed always wanting to be your good boy because of his pride and the fact he hates to disappoint you.

He may always have that serious face but don't be fooled once he's under you he's the most vocal partner you've ever had with his cute ass moans. That why he's the funnest to bully into doing what you want because he cracks so easily when you tease him

Lastly, i think he would love to be forced into the most awkward situations like having a vibe in while at dinner or wearing a collar to school.

Hinata Shoyo

Hinata would definitely have a height kink getting turned on by the fact you could literally pick him up and throw him around (perfect for sex).

He's always so smily so its a shock when you see him on the verge of tears because he hasn't cum yet or when he's too overstimulated.

He has a lot of stamina so you have to always tire him out getting him attached to a fucking dildo when he's still horny.

Sometimes you put a vibe in ass during practice while you watch him squirm and fight the urge to go down and get you to take it out of him. As soon as practice is done he's sprinting over to you begging for you to fuck him not caring if anyone hears his moans from outside the janitors cupboard.

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukki seems like the type to get into a power exchange relationship or something bdsm related loving to be controlled for once.

He always that same condescending smirk on his face when he's around the team purposefully pissing you in public because he knows you cant do anything about it. So it's such a change that when you get back to your shared apartment and suddenly he's acting docile clinging to you.

So you have to teach him respect spanking him until he's begging you to stop saying he'll be good. All he needed was an attitude readjustment.

Tsukki loves trying to rile me up to get what he wants so i love seeing him get frustrated when he realises he has to beg to get what he wants.

[chaepink]

thinking about...

submissive good boys that are head over heels for you and would follow your commands obediently with hearts in their eyes. they just want to be good for you and love when you praise then. they can cum from your praise and small touches of yours alone! its cute. don't degrade them too hard cause they'll cry and look at you with a pout, begging you to praise them again. they know when they've been bad to you and would take punishments so well whether its you spanking their ass until they're sobbing or edging them until they're begging you to let them cum. but it doesnt matter as they'll still let out cute, little 'thank you's for punishing them. they let out such adorable whines when you call them a "goodboy" as their face flushes red and dick hardens.

note: gives similar vibes of puppy boys tbh...

[xrcs]

slight sub ushijima + slight femdom reader

authors note – mmm. i love ushijima sm. this boutta be some softcore shit jus to get started.

content warnings – first time (for ushijima). rawdogging. praise. choking. porn w/out a plot. creampie.

ushijima watched as your naked body towered over his. his whole face down to his neck tomato red. how could someone be this beautiful with or without clothes on? his eyes scanned your shape, it’s like you could practically see the hearts as his pupils.

“you ready? jus’ let me know if you’re uncomfortable with anything. i’ll stop if you want,” you whisper into the shell of his ear. your hot breath tickling his ear love made him shiver slightly. ushijima slowly nodded, indicating that he was ready. for you. the way your lips travelled down his body made him go crazy.

hands snaking down his torso, fingers tracing every crevice of his rock hard abs. sucking and nibbling ever so slightly on his collarbone. “fuh.. fuck,” ushijima huffed, his cock throbbing and leaking pre. all this kissing and licking is already enough to make him cum.

small hickeys form all over his neck and collarbone. he’s your canvas, decorating him with every touch you make. you watch as he lets out small moans and huffs from your attack on his body. shit, he’s never felt anything like this before.

“name, i want– want you now. please, give it to me. i’m ready to be in your embrace,” ushijima breathed impatiently, his brown eyes looking strongly into yours. fuck, you couldn’t even say no. you wanted to give him the best first time, no teasing. just pure love and tenderness.

“okay baby, i got you,” you say while you grab his cock, lining it up with your folds. you’ve honestly been waiting for this as much as him. slowly, you sit down on his cock fully. giving him and yourself a minute to adjust.

ushijimas’ eyes roll back as he felt your warm, gooey insides wrap around his cock. his shaky hands grabbing your hips, holding you down. it was taking everything in him not to just cum right there and then. “goddd. i’m so in love with you,”

you start to lift your body up, dragging your walls on his dick. his head falls back as he sighs in pleasure. sweat rolling down his body, muscles tensing up. even the stretch is making you feel so good. his lengthy cock hitting all the right spots.

“take control of me,” ushijima whispers softly, looking into your eyes lovingly. you moan as you bring your hand up to his thick neck. wrapping what you can around it while squeezing. you can feel his dick twitch inside of you. you heard him utter a little ‘yes’ under his breath.

he feels like he’s losing control by the second. your warm juices flowing down his cock and thighs. ushijimas’ hips slammed up into yours, making you choke out. ramming into your pussy at a fast pace, his eyes are hyper focused on your tits bouncing.

his strong arms wrap around your waist as he abuses your cunt.

“a-ah! shit, ushijima! so fuckin’ good, makin’ me so full,” you moan, making him ram into you swiftly. the way your pussy lips envelops his dick. you’re clenching him so hard that he might just nut. his animalistic groans reverberate throughout the room, clapping sounds becoming more intense.

“again,” he huffs.

“praise me– ngh moree,” his mind is becoming more and more muddled as he fucks into your sweet pussy. drool slips past his lips, all swollen and pretty. “hittin’ it so fuckin’ g– mmm good! good fuckin’ boy,” oh no. he’s getting really close.

you choke him once again, bringing him to the edge. “agh! shit, ‘m gonna cum so hard. you feel so gooood,” ushijima slurs, eyes rolling so far back into his head. his grip on your hips is so tight that it might leave a mark.

you also feel really close. the coil in your stomach might just snap. his balls tighten up, his thrusting comes to a stop. hot, white fluid coats your gummy walls as you feel yourself coming undone too.

small whimpers come out of ushijimas lips, mind all fuzzy and dumb. you two look at each other in pure joy and love. slipping his flaccid cock out of your pussy, his cum spurting out in globs.

you two don’t want to move. ushijima brings his lips to yours and utters three special words..

“i love you,”

XRCS 2023

[kissatoru]

eren jaeger, jean kirschtein, connie springer, floch forster, suguru geto, keigo takami, osamu dazai, toru oikawa, yuuji terushima, atsumu miya, childe, kaeya alberich

[noyasmashing]

Eeee okay

Bratty subby husband/bf tsukki with the world's biggest mommy/momma kink. Such a meanie in public, but the second reader puts him in his place (or over their knee), he's crying and begging for forgiveness

You got it! I love the creative ideas you guys have keep ‘em cuming ;3

Just a reminder these characters are aged up and it is assumed they are all in college! Tbh I don’t love tsukishima allll that much, so sorry if this isn’t accurate to his character!

CW: Subby tsukki, crying, spanking, cumming on thigh, use of the term mommy but other than that gn!reader

The clinking of glass filled your ears as you sat at the fancy dinner table bustling with lively volleyball players. Including your snarky boyfriend, Tsukishima, seated comfortably beside you. Amidst the animated chatter, you found yourself chuckling at Hinata's boisterous remarks until you caught Tsukishima's conversation with another player.

"Hell yeah thier clingy, you can’t imagine." he remarked in his usual tone, clearly referring to you, earning a small glare in response. You sensed his body tense with regret, but the damage was done.

Deciding on the silent treatment as a form of punishment, you tuned Tsukishima out and engaged with others at the table, leaving him to stew in his own discomfort. His attempts to catch your eye only proved his own neediness, a fact that amused you despite the tension between you.

As the bills were settled and everyone prepared to leave, Tsukishima anxiously awaited a chance to be alone with you already anticipating what you would say.

You sat behind the steering wheel, the car's gentle hum filled the tense silence between you two. Keeping your attention on the road, you broke the quiet with a sharp remark, "I'd say you need someone to put you in your place." You felt the shift in his demeanor as he nodded in agreement, murmuring a meek "sorry" that elicited a laugh from you.

Alas, your shared car pulled into the driveway, as he nervously stepped out, bracing himself for the night ahead.

He knew he had been bad, but you were just plain mean. Without even giving him time to undress properly, he found himself bent over your lap, anticipating your spankings. You had pulled down his dress pants, only enough to reveal his ass. Simultaneously, his hard cock uncomfortably pressed against your thigh. He hated the feeling of his cock being trapped in his underwear, already slick with pre-cum. But he didn’t dare complain, he considered himself lucky that you were even touching him right now.

“Hah- Mommy please, ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean it! I-I promise I-“

"Kei," you warned, catching his attention with the use of his first name instead of your usual pet names in these moments. Your actions spoke louder than words as you slammed your palm down onto his firm ass. He let out a needy moan, trying to meet your gaze, yearning for you to understand his desire to be thoroughly fucked. He craved to be pampered and brought to a satisfying climax, hoping you would take pity on him.

Of course, you weren't going to let his transgression slide. Your hand swung back, reconnecting firmly with his plush bottom, eliciting a string of whimpers from him. "Momma," he whined, as you deftly hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down just enough to reveal his cute, vulnerable rear.

His arousal was evident as his cock rubbed against your exposed thigh, the precum acting as a natural lubricant. The sensation only heightened his tingly, hot feelings, making him crave more of your touch. He whined for mercy, with a “please” his voice barely audible.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I can't hear you over all that noise you're making," you teased, feigning confusion as you innocently smiled at him. Your harsh words seemed to send his arousal into overdrive, making the tips of his ears red and struggle for a response. He was usually the one dishing out mean comments but he felt completely helpless to your teasing.

As your hand made contact with his sore ass once more, he couldn't help but yelp in pain. Regardless you knew it was all an act, being the slut he was, you could feel his cock pulse against you with every slap making you coo.

"A-ah fuck! It hurts, Mommy... It hurts!" he whined helplessly, his body involuntarily arching with each strike. His desperate attempts to find relief saw him rutting his erect member against your thigh once more, seeking solace in the friction.

Despite his pain, he found himself becoming more sensitive with each rough touch, edging closer to the brink of climax. Tears trailed down his pretty lashes, he pleaded, "Can... can I cum?"

You pretended to pause to think with a small “I don’t know..” He let out a loud whine at that. He was just so needy at the thought of you edging him. He hated not getting what he wanted. He was such a sensitive brat sometimes, but he was your sensitive brat. In the end he always seemed to get what he wanted as you once again encouraged him with a "Let it out, baby."

His body shook with gratitude as he thrusted helplessly against your slick thigh, the waves of pleasure washing over him. White spurts of cum coated you and the sheets as his body trembled with release.

Without giving him a second to recover, you roughly lifted him up, your gaze assessing the mess he had made on your thigh. “That was me being nice, now it’s time for your real punishment.”

[creative-crybaby]

A Helping Hand

PAIRING: timeskip!Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader 

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: oral (m and f receiving), edging, fingering, masturbation (m and f), cum eating, size kink (kinda sorta), hair-pulling, light praise kink, lowkey pining on your part, subby!Bo (mostly)

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

SUMMARY: Of all the things you’d help your roommate with, improving his sex life wasn’t on the list. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Still losing it over the fact that lil Bo went to college. Love that for him <3

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

Life is full of surprises, you suppose. 

For starters, you didn’t expect to hear your roommate’s frustrated voice cursing loudly from his room. Your laundry basket falls from your grasp from the startling sound. A day meant for completing chores hadn’t changed much for you so much as it had decided to prioritize different tasks. You didn’t think this would be the case upon opening Bokuto’s door. 

Slumped against the headboard of his bed sits the eccentric volleyball player, the hem of his t-shirt trapped between his teeth and boxers down to his muscular thighs while his hand is wrapped around his hard cock.

The sound of his door opening has his attention snapping towards the entrance, his face morphing into a mortified expression upon finding you standing there in shock. 

“(Y/N)!” Bokuto stammers, his posture straightening as his shirt falls onto his torso. “You’re back early! Um… already done with the groceries, huh?”

“Found everything we needed pretty quickly, yeah.” You force your gaze elsewhere as you find your voice. “You didn’t hear me come in?”

Your roommate doesn’t answer. With the awkward silence that fills the room, it’d be best for you to walk out as if none of this ever happened. Easier said than done when your feet seem glued to the floor and your eyes itch to catch another glance, though. 

“It’s not what it looks like,” he insists, panic evident in his tone as he waves his (unoccupied) hand in front of him. “I’m just… uh—”

“It’s fine,” you cut off, surprising yourself with how calm you sound. “It’s completely normal and healthy to, uh, masturbate.” You cringe at the word, your fingers twiddling mindlessly. “Anyway, I should’ve knocked first. I just thought you got hurt when I heard—”

“I wasn’t!” Bokuto blurts. He quickly glances down, remembering he’s still exposed, and tucks himself in just as fast. “I’m training.”

Your head snaps back to face him, your expression perplexed. “What?”

With his face growing redder, you realize that one word was one word too many. 

“Gotta up my stamina,” he clarifies, voice becoming somewhat steadier. “The team–well, mainly Tsum-Tsum–was joking about how I’ll stay single forever if I don’t last long in bed.” You don’t get to ask him how he got to that conversation; then again, you’re not sure you want to know. It’s Miya Atsumu he’s talking about. “And, well… I figured I could prepare myself by, um… jerking it ‘til I last longer. I was trying to think about other stuff to stop me from finishing early, but all it did was make me sad.” His tone falters as the tips of his hair droop, a pout forming on his lips. “Now I’m trying not to cry, ‘cause that’s also a turn-off in sex, apparently.”

…

What do you say to that? 

The shock from catching him in a compromising position has long since evaporated, and now confusion swoops in to take its place. Your immediate reaction usually would be to laugh, more out of nervousness or discomfort than actually finding anything humorous, but knowing your roommate, he’d take it to heart. You’re also certain that dismissing yourself to resume your tasks is too late, and with Bokuto starting to sniffle, there’s only one thing you even think to do.

“Ko,” you sigh without sounding discouraged, taking your time to sit at the foot of the bed. “I’m no expert on your abilities, but you should give yourself more credit than that. I’m sure with your training, your stamina is more than fine.” You hesitate, unsure if this path is the way to go. Regardless, you don’t allow your face to show your uncertainty. “Even if that isn’t the case, that’s okay! It’s completely normal to not last a long time.” Finally, the wing spiker peers over at you, giving you doe eyes while subconsciously leaning in. “As long as you show your partner that you’re putting in some kind of effort for them, isn’t that what really counts? It doesn’t hurt to ask them what they’re into: you’re no mind-reader, after all.”

You’re not given a response for some time, and part of you wonders if you’ve possibly said too much. What were you trying to reassure him of? Despite the situation, he doesn’t appear as uncomfortable as one normally would. And the last thing you would want is to make him feel that way. Still, all you did was walk in on him at a bad time; you should have walked away. 

“What do you like?” His voice cuts through your thoughts. You’re not sure if it’s the meek tone or the question itself that takes you aback, but either way, your brain spirals with more questions of its own instead of an answer for him. And when Bokuto’s expression matches yours, wide eyes and parted lips, his fingers play with the hem of his shirt. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry—”

“No!” you exclaim, causing his attention to snap back to you. It doesn’t take much from Bokuto for you to give in to him. But whenever his eyes glimmer as he beams at you, helping him in whatever he needs becomes worth it. Besides, as dense as he may be at times, he’s still aware of others and their emotions. Making you uncomfortable is never his intention. Maybe you spoil him too much, or perhaps you just trust him enough not to take things too far. Regardless, a part of you is eager enough to want to know where all of this could possibly go. “I mean—it’s fine. Really.”

“I can just ask Akaashi,” your roommate assures, getting up to reach for his phone. 

You panic, grabbing onto his wrist before he can move any further. Akaashi’s been through enough.

“Look,” you breathe out the anxiety before proceeding, “We’ve been living together since our college days, Ko. We shouldn’t have to tiptoe around each other about stuff forever. Sure, there are limits, but so long as we respect each other’s boundaries, I think this is something we should be able to discuss.” You chuckle for good measure. “It’s not like this is the first time I caught you in an awkward predicament.”

Bokuto’s face glows a bright red–honestly, it probably hasn’t stopped doing so–as he recalls your implications. Making oneself at home is not a saying he takes lightly; him strutting around the comfort of his apartment in nothing but a towel is a common sight you witness. (The times you caught him in even less are a different story.) An old habit that started as soon as he could walk, even with two older sisters in the house. They moved out once he hit his double-digits, and he doesn’t even realize he does it anymore. 

“Right,” he mumbles before nodding at his bed. “The sheets are clean, by the way. Don’t worry.”

Taking his word, you shift closer to the athlete, the two of you directly facing each other with only a foot-long distance between your bodies. 

“Okay,” you breathe, eyes not knowing where to look. “What exactly do you want to know?”

Bokuto scratches the nape of his neck, lips pressed into a thin line. “I dunno. I still wanna last long enough to make the other person feel good. So… any suggestions?” When you don’t offer a response, he continues. “I already told you about the sad thoughts as a distraction and jerking it a bunch of times ‘til I can hold out longer—and trust me, I’ve tried a bunch of ti—”

“Okay, okay!” you cut off, raising a hand to silence him. Fixing your posture, you attempt to ignore the heat radiating from your face. “How about edging?” The athlete tilting his head to the side is more than enough of an answer. “Kind of self-explanatory. Just keep making yourself feel good, and then stop when you’re about to… finish.” Bokuto stares at you, though you can’t say if it’s because he’s still processing your words or if his mind is blank. “Totally cool if you’re not comfortable with any of this.”

“I want to,” your roommate perks up, changing his sitting position with a gulp. The reason behind the actions wasn’t hidden quickly enough: you catch sight of his returning bulge before he can lift his knees to his chest. “So,” he coughs, golden eyes focusing on anything that isn’t you, “have you… tried it? Just wondering if it’s any good, you know?”

“O-Oh,” you stammer, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together. “Well, only a couple of times. Not for me specifically, but my hookup liked it.” Hesitantly, you force a glance toward your roommate, whose blush has now travelled to his ears and neck. “Everyone’s different, you know? I preferred telling him when to stop instead of being edged myself. Maybe you’ll like it. Doesn’t hurt to try new things.”

All of this could be going absolutely nowhere, and realizing this makes you subconsciously slouch in disappointment. Talks like these, the personal ones, are rare with Bokuto. You’d discuss the future in your college days, and you’d discover a side to him, a calmer one. This talk’s different, of course. And you’re more than eager to keep it going, albeit just as anxious should a line be crossed. Still, this feels like the longest conversation you ever had with him, which you know is false. A chatterbox if there ever was one, he speaks more than he doesn’t. Sometimes you have to find ways to end the chit-chat yourself. Now you’re the one looking for something to say. Is there anything more to say?

Whatever the answer may have been, Bokuto beats you to it. “Do you want to try? Edging me?”

A simple yes or no question from someone who isn’t looking for anything other than a simple yes or no answer. Yet, with the possibility of where this situation may go being too good to be true, you swallow down your excitement. Just in case.

“I’m a bit confused with your questions.” A timid laugh escapes you as you scratch the nape of your neck, though for once, you’d say you’re anything but uncomfortable. “Are you trying to better your stamina or learn how to pleasure your partner in bed?”

“Can’t I want both?” the athlete purses his lips in thought, the question for him just as much as it is for you. 

“Well, yeah. I guess.”

“Then let’s try it.” Bokuto’s eyes light up as his expression becomes serious. You recall seeing him make that face during his games, focusing on the ball before spiking it into the opponent’s side of the court.

A chill tumbles down your spine as a flame rises to your face. “What are you saying we do exactly?”

“Whatever we want,” he shrugs. His nonchalance has you slumping in your spot as you recall being the one trying to reassure him only a minute ago. The myriad of emotions he offers combined with the amount he’s ripping from you taxes your energy: today was meant for chores, damn it. “You said we shouldn’t have to hide stuff from each other, right? Unless you don’t want to, we can talk about and try stuff together and still be friends. You’re pretty smart when it comes to these kinds of things, yeah? Help me out, and maybe I can do the same for you in return.”

Stuff, things. Vague words with thousands of implications. Even within context, your brain spins in a blender trying to find more specific replacements for them, only for them to fluster you further. 

But this is Bokuto you’re talking about: a walking contradiction. Spontaneous and comfortable enough to be unpredictable, yet open enough to have a list of weaknesses written out by his peers in preparation. You’ve witnessed his heavy mood swings—helped him out of them, even. You also know, by now, what sets them off. Your answer won’t be one of them, so why walk around those eggshells he didn’t even place before you? 

“Okay,” you nod curtly, proud of your voice for not wobbling. Bokuto beams, puffing his chest out.

“Great!” he gushes. A pause. “Now what?”

Bless his heart, you almost sigh as your body relaxes. Instead, you take a deep breath. “Strip, maybe?”

Your roommate nods, humming in approval before immediately shifting his position to swipe his shorts and boxers down.

This isn’t the first time you’ve caught a glimpse of Bokuto’s cock—again, what little awareness he has left flies out the window after he showers. This is, however, the first time you notice the details. You forget how big, how thick, he actually is until you catch sight of it again, and you’re certain this fact will engrain itself in your memories after this experience. The flushed tip and veins scattered around the shaft don’t pass your observation, either, only adding to the intimidation as it stands tall. Is that thing staring at you?

You salivate from the sight, yet your roommate peers at you worriedly, your silence taking him down the road of insecurity. “Does it look gross? I swear, I wash it during every shower and bath—I’m thorough, too! Well, not in a weird way. I mean, like I—”

“Ko!” Your sudden outburst has him clamping his mouth shut and straightening his posture. You soften your tone, your expression almost apologetic. “It’s not that. Your size just… caught me off-guard, I guess.”

“Oh,” he mumbles, taking in your words with a light pink dusting his cheeks. Once your response fully processes through his brain, his eyes widen before he puffs his chest out, a sudden wave of confidence washing over him. “Oh!”

The athlete grins, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as his worries evaporate. You watch with tired eyes, wondering if you should say something to get him off his high horse. You figure no, a happy Bokuto is better than an anxious one, especially in a situation like this. Your focus trails down to your shorts before you hook your thumbs past the waistband. 

The duo-haired male’s laughter dies down when he catches sight of you shifting to sit with your legs spread, shorts and panties already on the floor. His stare, plus your arousal so close to dripping from your entrance, sends heat to your face. Your eyes refuse to look up at him, instead training on the sheets you’re certain you’re going to stain. 

“Normally, I’d start with foreplay to get me ready,” you mumbled hesitantly, toying with the hem of your shirt. You laugh dryly, almost cringing at the lack of enthusiasm. “But I guess that won’t be necessary this time.”Your fingers take their time sliding down to separate your lower lips. You catch Bokuto’s gaze darkening as it zeroes in on the mess between your legs. “We’re both going to start, but you follow the pace I set for you. If you’re going to cum, tell me and stop when I tell you to. I’m in charge of your pleasure, understand?”

You finally look back at him. Though your words hold power, your tone still carries hesitance. Then again, you never thought your relationship with your roommate would become any more intimate than accidentally using the other’s toothbrush or cleaning their dirty underwear (or catching the other straight out of the shower, you suppose). Despite his lack of predictability, messiness, and loud personality, Bokuto is the best roommate you’ve had. Your movie marathons are full of laughter and inside jokes you wouldn’t trade for anything, he surprisingly plays the role of therapist pretty well with his emotional intelligence as he listens to your problems and offers advice, and he’s your reminder to enjoy life past all things work-related. His attractive physique is also a bonus, with tight shirts giving you plenty of eye candy while every pair of pants he sports compliments his ass. Pair that with his boyish nature, and you can’t help but harbour some feelings you’d rather not admit. This moment may be your big break; you only hope it’s the same for him.

The athlete gives you a nod, words seemingly failing him as his eyes continue to be mesmerized by your slick-stained cunt. You tilt your head upwards, signifying that he can start. With a shaky breath, he wraps his hand around his girth, gathering his precum with his thumb before slowly stroking himself. It’s when he hisses at the contact do you start as well, swiping some of your essence before bringing your fingers to your clit. You sigh as you circle the tiny pearl, eyes fluttering closed from bliss and embarrassment. They don’t stay that way for long, however, as all it takes for you to open them once more is the sound of your roommate whimpering your name. 

Bokuto’s head is thrown back as his pace quickens ever so slightly. The light blush on his cheeks evolves into a vermillion veil on his neck and chest, his skin shining from the first drops of sweat forming on his face and body. His cock seems to drool more than it was moments ago, white liquid gliding down his shaft and pooling at the base. The tip isn’t in any better condition, its colour darkening to a more aggressive shade of red. A solid man reduced to a puddle in a matter of seconds is enough to give you your voice back and make your cunt throb.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cum already,” you quip, though your voice wobbles near the end. 

“N-No,” he rasps weakly, brows creasing. “It just feels good, is all.” The wing spiker cuts himself off to catch his breath, and you watch as his chest rises and falls with every pant. “Does it feel good for you, too?”

You breathe a laugh, rubbing tighter circles as your boldness feeds off his uncharacteristic bashfulness. 

“Yeah,” you hum, tilting your head to the side. “Real good, but you know,” you spread your legs further apart, “what I’m doing right now to myself, not everyone is into.”

Your gaze falls from Bokuto’s face to his cock once more, watching as he bucks his hips into his fist. For a moment, you imagine being in his hand’s place, squeezing him for everything he’s worth and forcing whimpers out of him. 

Your roommate moans. “Don’t care. I wanna know how you feel now.”

Your lids droop at his stubborn words. If he continues the behaviour outside the bedroom, you might remain lenient with him forever. Part of you wonders if that’s even such a bad idea, coddling someone whose happiness will always return the favour. 

“My body feels hot,” you start, squirming in your hold as you try to find your following words. “Playing with my clit always feels best, makes me cum real hard, but you know,” your digits momentarily leave the sensitive nub to slide down to your hole, index finger taking its time entering, “sometimes I just need something inside me.” You’re certain you can already squeeze another finger in, and you prove yourself correct as the middle one joins in. Pumping the digits inside you has you mewling and rolling your hips in tandem, making you almost lose your train of thought. 

Bokuto whines at your narration, and you both shiver. “Fuck, (Y/N). Gonna… gonna—”

“Stop.” Your voice has a mind of its own once you realize what he was implying. The athlete follows your command without hesitation, though it doesn’t stop him from whining at the loss of contact. You catch his cock twitch, precum oozing down the shaft; the sight alone has you clenching around your fingers, but you don’t halt your movements.  

“(Y/N),” your roommate pants, digging his nails into his thighs. “C’mon, I’ve waited long enough.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to try this?” You purse your lips, clearly unamused. “I only stopped you once.” When all you’re offered is a whimper and pleading eyes, your actions aren’t your own. Along with slipping your hands out of your pussy (much to your displeasure), your newfound confidence asks the athlete, “Do I need to do all the work for you here?”

The question almost didn’t register for him, his brain hazy as his glossy eyes focus on your slick-stained fingers. Bokuto only snaps out of his floating cloud when you crawl to settle between his muscular thighs. You peer at him, surprisingly patient as you await a response. 

“I’ll be good,” he barely manages to whisper. “I’ll be so good for you. Please.”

With the prettiest confirmation wobbling past his swollen lips, you shift in your spot as you lean down, your face mere inches away from his weeping cock.

Your out-of-nowhere confidence rush affects your cheekiness as well, making you kitten lick his tip to gain a reaction. You’re rewarded with shaky breaths and a whimper of your name. It’s more than enough to have you engulf the mushroom head in one swoop and suckle it clean. You hardly get to process the tingling of your tastebuds when your roommate suddenly bucks his hips, almost making you gag.

“Sorry,” he stutters breathlessly as you pull away. “Please, don’t stop.”

You narrow your eyes at him, and for someone with such a large build, Bokuto never looked so meek. “Do you, or do you not, want to hold out for me?”

Your sudden coldness makes the duo-haired male shiver. With glossy eyes, your roommate grabs onto your wrist, mumbling apologies and promising he’ll “do whatever you say, be sosososo good.” From what you heard from Akaashi, the athlete’s mood swings are no longer as intense as they used to be back in high school. They don’t overwhelm you any less, though; he wants to make you proud, and you want to give him a day to remember. 

With a final deep breath, you swoop back to swallow more of his cock. Easier said than done: you’re certain the only way to take him down your throat is by unhinging your jaw. If you weren’t so eager, you’d take your time with each inch. Instead, you accidentally gag yourself, only managing to regain composure moments later. Your head bobs at a moderate pace while your hands follow along by jerking whatever you can’t take in your mouth. Your slurping and light gagging overpowers the athlete’s grunts and gasps, you notice in disappointment. But when you catch his thighs clenching and unclenching from the corner of your vision, you consider it all worth it. 

Your jaw aches; bitterness seeps onto your tongue as Bokuto’s cock continues to leak. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he had already finished. Then he gasps your name: a warning. You pull back once more.

You clear your throat. “Still going, huh?”

Your roommate tries to catch his breath, a shiver of neglect cascading down his spine. 

“Please.” His eyes do more pleading than his words and tone, his will close to shattering as he hiccups. “This is the longest I’ve managed to last. I can cum now, right? You don’t need t’keep dragging this on, (Y/N). C’mon—”

You haven’t been keeping track of your little session with the wing spiker. And if his claim is true, there’s no reason to drag it out any longer. Still, seeing him in such a vulnerable place outside his mood swing lows, all teary-eyed and sniffling and red, makes you want to tease him just a bit longer. This is an experiment for you just as much as it is for him now. What happens should you push him to his limit? How far would he go to achieve his release? Would you be the best he’s ever had? Or, the only one he’ll ever want to have again?

There’s always next time to figure all of that out. (Next time? Next time.) If your jaw didn’t feel like it was about to disconnect from the rest of your face, you’d give yourself a little more freedom. 

“So needy,” you mutter. “All right. I’ll let you cum this time. Don’t think I’ll always be this lenient with you.”

Whatever implications that last part brought with it, neither of you got to register it; you didn’t want to, and Bokuto couldn’t. The athlete only mumbles his thanks breathlessly as you go down on him once more. 

You make quick work, bobbing your head faster than before while your tongue slithers around the shaft and drags along a prominent vein on the underside of his dick. Your roommate does little to stop himself from vocalizing his pleasure, moaning loud enough to mask whatever sounds your mouth is making. Whenever you need a break, your hands join in, jerking whatever they can hold while you suck on his tip. It isn’t until you fondle his balls that he howls. 

“Cumming!” Bokuto cries in between rapid and heavy breaths. “Fuck, cumming! Fuckfuckfu—”

A large hand finds itself on the back of your neck, keeping you in place as the owner’s hips buck into your warm mouth. Your eyes widen and water from the sudden invasion, and you have to squeeze your left hand into a fist to prevent yourself from choking on the spurts of cum. You try to distract yourself by listening to the wing spiker’s drawn-out groan—you could probably feel the vibrations coming off from him if you truly pay attention. 

The second you’re able to pull away, you do so sputtering. Bokuto’s at your side in a second, hand on your back.

“Shit,” he rasps. “Sorry, sorry. I’m—holy shit, sorry.”

You swallow whatever you can before swiping your lips with the back of your hand, your face growing warm. So much for your little power trip.

You lift your hand to him. “It’s fine.”

A silent “okay” is all you hear from the athlete before the room falls silent. You should probably keep up your façade while you still can, you figure, though words fail you as you wonder where to bring this session. 

You furrow your brows at the sudden pang between your legs. You never got the chance to finish, too eager to feel your roommate as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Your thighs clench, something he doesn’t miss. 

“Did you, um,” he swallows, “you know—”

“Hm?” Your head snaps up to face him. “Oh! Um, no. Not really.” The athlete falters, the ends of his hair drooping. It’s enough to alarm you. “But it’s not like it’s your fault or anything. I stopped because I wanted to focus on you, that’s all.”

His posture and expression remain unchanged, though his insecurity seems to have moved aside as he rubs his chin, pondering. After several moments, he slams his fist into his palm.

“So now it’s my turn.” The athlete states matter-of-factly. 

You quirk a brow at him. “You had your turn already.”

He shakes his head, his face somewhat eager. “No, no. I mean, now I’m going to return the favour.”

You blink, then your hands fly forward, your mouth speaking before your brain fully processes. “You don’t have to—”

Bokuto grabs your wrists, his expression morphing into a heavy one. You freeze.

“I had two goals in mind, remember?” He pauses, reading your face to search for any signs of discomfort. “Let me make you feel good, like you did for me.”

The aching between your thighs answers for you long before the rational part of you does, and you hate how convincing it is. 

You sit back, resting your weight on your hands and slowly spreading your legs. “Better make me proud, then.”

Your poor attempt does little to soothe your nerves, but luckily your roommate’s enthusiasm does plenty to move you forward. Lying on his stomach with his legs swinging in the air, Bokuto hooks your knees over his shoulders before eagerly licking an experimental stripe across your cunt. Your surprised gasp is enough encouragement for him as he quickly gets to work, practically making out with your pussy. 

He’s sloppy, but that’s to be expected. You’re not sure if he’s just forgotten what you told him before, or if he’s excited to try whatever’s been handed to him, but at least he cares. 

His nose nudges against your clit, and you grind against his face to reach for that pleasure. The wind spiker groans, then stops.

Before you complain, one of his hands snakes toward your pussy, tracing your lower lips as he ponders. Once he’s gathered enough slick, he slowly presses a finger into your entrance, watching as the hole swallows him. 

You mewl. “What are you—”

“You liked this, didn’t you?” your roommate hums, licking his lips. He sounds eerily calm; focused. 

A simple question that you can’t answer, not when he goes back to devouring you. The digit inside you doesn’t seem to remember it’s in there until it suddenly does and wiggles around experimentally until you give the proper reaction. 

“Ko!” you wail, hands finding his hair and tugging as you lead the pace. He grunts at the burning of his scalp before trying to slip another finger in without pulling away. The stretch of a second digit makes you wince, what with his hands being larger than yours. Your roommate makes up for it by finally focusing on a specific task; his lips wrap around your clit, suckling on it as his tongue laps at the sensitive pearl. “Doing so good for me, Ko. Don’t stop, okay? Just curl your fingers a bit and—fuck….”

Obedient as ever, the duo-haired male adds more eagerness to his movements, if possible. Your hips continue to grind against his face, matching his rhythm in a sensual dance you’ve both swiftly learned the choreography for. 

Your patience soon blesses you with an oncoming orgasm, one you can practically taste so long as the athlete between your legs maintains his actions. You barely manage to warn him of your high, your hold on him growing firm to stop him from ruining the set pace.

Bokuto groans deeply once more, and the vibrations that follow soon after are the last straw for you; hunching over your roommate’s frame, you drag a moan out from your throat as your jaw falls slack. Tremors spread throughout your body, tiny burning sparks from a roaring flame.

However long it drags on, you’re keeping your roommate down. He doesn’t complain (mainly because he can’t): whatever noises he manages to choke out answer in his stead, saying more than words ever could. 

Heaven doesn’t last forever: you come down from the high while Bokuto’s lungs find fresh air. Not that he takes the time to breathe it in. Instead, he hastily sits up, pulling you by your shirt to slam his lips against yours. You’ve barely calmed down, and having to process his actions, as well as the sudden taste of yourself on your tongue, heightens your senses. 

He hastily pulls away before you can do anything, clearly flustered. 

“Sorry!” He’s babbling excuses, or at least, he’s trying to. You pull him back to shut him up, the kiss being far more gentle this time, barely a peck. It’s enough to silence him for a few seconds. “Thanks.”

What for, you don’t know: for the kiss, for helping him? 

You smile at him regardless. Dismounting the bed with wobbly legs, you pick up your discarded clothes and put them back on.

“That was fun.” You feel and sound awkward. What you were worrying about before comes back to bite you in the ass, and all you can do is distract yourself by looking at anything but him. “With a bit more practice, you’ll be a master in no time.”

Even with your focus on your shorts, you can sense your roommate perking up at your words. 

“So, you wanna do this again, then?” You’re so surprised by his question that you almost miss his hopeful tone and gaze. Your fingers subconsciously pick at the bedsheets. 

“If you want?” you say, unaware of the corners of your lips twitching upwards. You never can say no to Bokuto, can you? A weakness of yours you don’t think you’ll ever overcome, but won’t stop asking why it continues to hold you back. Then he smiles, wide and shiny and all the way to his eyes; you forget he’s still naked from the waist down. That’s why you confidently smile back. “Help me with laundry for now, will ya?”

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[ghost-mp4]

putting a vibrator in kenma while he's live and turning it on at the worst times.

his cheeks are flushed, and his voice cracks every time it turns on. it's not enough that his chat his starting to get suspicious of what's happening, but he knows he's getting close and the thought of his chat finding out what's going on only pushes him closer.

[manglesquest1987]

look at him go :3 silly guy

Also progress gifs bc im a nerd who cares about things like that: