Daddy’s Fingers | Suna Rintaro

Kiss 'N Run —꒱

You run away after you kiss them

Rin - the stoic expression doesn’t change as he chases after you…terrifying as fuck if you ask me. Grabs you by the bicep and slams his chest into your back—keeping you there with his arms tightly wrapped around you. “Why’d you run?” there is a hint of sadness in his tone but you couldn’t help the shiver that ran up your spine and stopped at your nape. He presses soft kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

Sae - “Oh…” stares at your back, dumbfounded, and not knowing what the hell just happened. Doesn’t chase or ask why you ran, he goes on with his day like nothing happened (dw he’ll make sure you are kissed good when you’re alone with him.)

Oliver - Runs after you after yelling, “no running in the halls.” Fucking hypocrite. The widest grin on his lips when he catches you (kicks you to the floor*) He cages you under him and chuckles bc he finds you too fucking cute. Kills you with his kisses and hickeys.

Shidou - how are you gonna try running when his hand is already on your neck and squeezing so tightly? Do you wanna die or something? If you somehow manage to run, he thinks you’re so fucking hilarious…you better start praying for your ass to be saved later bc he’s not gonna let you off easily.

Barou - as soon as you turn on your heel, his big hand is on your hair and he is pulling you back to him to smash your lips on his for a kiss so deep, you think your knees melted and you’re unable to stand anymore. “No running from the king,” he says before pinning you against the wall.

All are aged up.

© kenruu

     genre. angst, mostly BUT fluff somewhere there      characters. osamu x reader x atsumu      synopsis. what do you do when someone you used to love the most wants back in to your life? this is how atsumu tries his best for you.      word count. 5.1k + a bonus scene ;)

part one (be my mistake) || part two (the answer is still you)

author note. the way i don’t even want to part from this story </3 some parts of the bonus scene are intentionally left out hehe you all have my heart for being so supportive to lil ol’ me 🥺🤍 thank you very much for reading my works, every one of you!! side note. thanks again twinnie @animatedarchives for beta-reading my long-windedness hehe the way you stressed out over feedback ily <33 and also @aomineavenue my wife hope u feel better soon bby, i put you in here again ily <3

People change; sometimes they change in good ways, for the better. Other times they change completely — into someone we don’t even recognise anymore. Sometimes we close our eyes to this change, or we force ourselves to believe that they can still be the person they once were, or the one we made them out to be. Add love into the mix and you have Atsumu’s situation.

If you play it wrong, love is a losing game. And that’s something that he learns the hard way.

The night you let him go, the night he got who he thought was the girl of his dreams back into his life — he thought he was a champion. Why wouldn’t he? He got her back, and his assumptions have led him to think that you give them your blessing. (Did you? You probably weren’t even sure yourself.) 

At that point, he thought he had it all — the volleyball career he’s worked so hard for, the fairytale ending with the princess he’s loved all this time, as well as a great, supportive friend like you, and his nonchalant yet caring brother.

He had it all.

In his head.

He didn’t realise that the moment you read his letters, the letters he didn’t send out — he’d already lost.

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Hey love, I’d like to request a prompt #10 with either tsukishima or sakusa if that’s alright

hello, love! yes ofc it’s alright! i’ve chosen sakusa, hope that’s okay?

prompt 10: “tell me i’m wrong.” “i want to.”

warnings: angst babyy (haha i wrote this at 3 am last night and it made me sad. so very sad.)

The worst part about falling in love with someone, is that one day, one of you may fall out of love.

Your biggest fear was that one day, all your habits, your flaws, your unconscious actions, the very reasons someone fell in love with you, would be the reason that they fall out of love with you.

You could tell that Sakusa no longer loved you the way he once claimed to when he didn’t laugh at your corny jokes anymore, or when he started becoming more serious when he was at home.

You knew that Sakusa fell out of love with you when he looked at you and you felt ugly. He no longer looked at you like you had hung the stars in the sky.

So as you stood before him, hands clenched together and tears rolling down your cheeks, you confronted him. You never truly know distance and loneliness until you share a bed with someone who doesn’t love you anymore.

“You don’t love me anymore.”

It was a statement. A realization. A heart breaking truth.

Sakusa stood in front of you. His long arms awkwardly limp beside him. His black wavy hair seemed to understand the situation better than he did, as it was flatter and droopy.

Sakusa could see that you were in pain. Years together had made him fluent in your emotions and indicators. He wanted to feel bad, but instead, Sakusa felt... nothing. He didn’t feel love for you, nor hate, nor anger, not even sadness.

One day, he had woken up and just didn’t feel... anything. It was like his heart had found sanctuary in oblivion, and he no longer cared. He didn’t think of you, didn’t care for you, he didn’t feel for you.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Kiyoomi.”

Sakusa shut his eyes. This was painful for you, he knew it, and deep down, he was sure it was painful for him too. There had been a time where Sakusa loved you, he had loved you so much that the stars and the moon had sung for you.

“I want to, y/n.”

Your breath hitched, and you stared at him. This was the man that had fought his insecurities just to ask you out. This was the man who once yearned for your touch after he avoided everyone else. This was the man who promised you the moon, even when you told him you were fine with a star.

This was the man you had promised to love.

And you did. You loved Sakusa, even now, but he didn’t love you. Now, it was your insecurities he got tired of fighting. It was your touch he began to avoid. It was your fault he would never look at the moon again.

You wiped your tears and cleared your throat. There was no point in crying, not in front of Sakusa at least. You looked at your left hand, hating the ring that sat on your finger. With shaking fingers, you slipped the ring off your finger, holding it tight in your palm.

“Is there another?” You had to ask. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you hadn’t asked. Immediately, Sakusa shook his head.

“No, no,” Sakusa’s quiet voice came out, “it’s not like that. I did love you, y/n, and then one day I woke up and I just...”

You didn’t know that your heart could hurt anymore than it already did, but you were wrong. It hurt, god it hurt so much.

“I just didn’t.”

You nodded, pretending like you understood. You did, in a way. No one was obligated to love you forever. You only wish he had.

You walked up to him and dropped the ring into his palm. Your eyes met his black ones one last time and if you cared about yourself, you wouldn’t have done it. You wouldn’t have pressed your lips gently against his. But you did. The kiss was short, it was a goodbye, and it was the last piece of comfort you needed.

And when there was nothing but coldness, you quietly pulled away, and walked past him.

The worst part about falling in love with someone, is that one day, one of you may fall out of love. And the person who falls out of love gets to walk away. They get to wake up the next day feeling nothing, while the one who is still in love, wakes up the next day and wonders if they could’ve done something different.

sakusa i can’t believe you’ve done this.

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Point of No Return Part 2

Togame x F!Reader Smut

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Noncon, stalking if you squint, threats, mention of violence, mention of blood, manhandling, obsessive behavior, fear, smut, rough sex, creampie

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Satoru Nii

Word count: 2.9k

LINK TO PART 1

After Togame had his way with you, he added your contact into his phone and released you, informing with a cold smile that he’ll be in touch. Apparently he took a liking to you and wants to see you again— which even as a mere thought terrified you. 

Naturally you wanted to take all possible precautions, but there wasn’t much you could do. One was to ignore his calls. A dangerous game, but one you have to play to keep yourself from out of his reach. No one else is gonna protect you as Furin is still blissfully unaware of your encounter with him and you intended to keep it that way. 

Another one was to avoid going outside, which was difficult since you have a lot of friends whom you hang out with. Like tonight, you agreed to meet Nirei and Anzai in the city, but only because the way there isn’t long. 

However, fearing you’ll run into Togame, your imagination runs wild when shuffling down the empty, misty alleyway, where the tile walls seem narrower and the street endless. Paranoia shades your mind, like a looming shadow that follows you, but every time you whip your head around it disappears. 

Suddenly the sound of a small rock rolling on the pavement echoes— like someone unintentionally kicked it. Certain that it can’t be a trick of your mind, you turn around and glance into the alleyway that fades into the mist. 

“Hello? Is someone there?” You ask, but the only response is your own voice resounding hauntingly. 

You sigh, mildly relieved of the silence. As you turn around to continue your way, you suddenly bump into something— Shaking your head from the confusion, you lift your gaze up only to have horror spread on your face as none other than Togame stands in front of you. With that same hollow smile, he looks at you through tinted sunglasses as if having found something long lost. Something that belongs to him.

“Hey there, sweetheart,“ he greets with a voice one could mistake as friendly.

“T-Togame..“ you whisper, unable to mask the horrified tone.  

“Nice to run into you like this,” he says, but something inside you tells that the sudden encounter is not a coincidence. But be that as it may, you snap out of your speechlessness, understanding that you need to adopt a very cautious demeanor with him. 

“Mhmm..“ You nod.

“So how have you been?“

“Fine.. Thank you,“ you answer unnecessarily politely, knowing he’s bound to ask the question in which you struggle to find a valid answer to.

“You haven’t returned my calls.“

A cold shiver runs down your spine as you swallow, “Y-yeah.. I’m so sorry, I— I’ve been.. busy,” you respond.

Togame refrains from any comments. It seems that he, as well as you, came to a conclusion that such a lie was so useless it would’ve been better left unsaid. Finding his emerald stare tormenting, you grip your upper arm in discomfort and avert your gaze.

Despite how obvious it is that you’ve been avoiding him, his lips turn into what seems like a genuine smile— as genuine as someone like him can show though. 

“Anyway, It’s nice to see you again,” he says, closing the gap between you and pulling you against himself.

Knowing your poor position, you stay compliant to whatever he wants to do with you. As he leans in to press his lips on yours, you put your trembling hands against his chest, responding to his affection timidly. He backs you against the wall and deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue in your mouth. You can’t help but clutch his shirt, fearing that he’ll force himself on you there, when suddenly luck turns on your side as your phone rings. 

“Mmh.. S-sorry.. I have to take this,” you mumble between kisses. Togame pulls away and looks at you unimpressed. 

“Aren’t you busy?”

You swallow, panicking to come up with a good reason to respond, “I-it’s— It’s F-Furin..” 

As Togame hears the name of the rival gang he becomes visibly interested, “Really?” He asks. 

“I-I was supposed to meet with a couple of my f-friends..” You stutter, worried, “They could come look for me..”

“You don’t say,” he says as if thinking out loud, “That could be fun.”

“W-what do you mean?”

He smiles crookedly and grasps your chin between his index finger and thumb, “It’d be kinda hot to get to fight over you.”

Your eyes widen, heart pounding as you comprehend the danger your friends are about to end up in. The result would definitely be bloody because neither of them could ever match against Shishitoren’s second in command.

Togame tilts his head a little, green eyes vivid with excitement, “Pummel your friends to near death and then take what’s theirs— sounds absolutely thrilling,” he adds. 

You look up at him with pleading eyes, hands brushing his upper arms powerlessly as you know you need to convince him not to go through with his threat, “P-please.. They have nothing to do with this,” you sob, but your distress does nothing to his malice. 

Tears form in your eyes as you realize what could appease his thirst for violence as well as soften the consequences of ignoring his calls. It’d be the end of life as you know it, but an unprovoked fight could start a chain of events resulting in gang war, which is the least you want. 

“Please, Togame.. I’ll— I’ll tell them I’m not feeling well and then— W-we can go to my place..”

Togame lifts his chin, gaze locked on you as your generous offer catches his intrigue. Needless to say he would benefit greatly from knowing where you live. The mere idea of being able to get some pussy whenever he wanted was arousing enough, but he keeps his expression indifferent as your sad, beautiful eyes look up at him so very pleadingly. 

“Please..” You whisper.

“Fine,” he agrees and you finally get permission to answer Nirei’s call. 

“Hello?“ 

“Hi! Where are you? We’ve been waiting here for a while,“ Nirei says with a worried tone.  

“A-actually, I’m not feeling well—“ You stutter when Togame starts planting open-mouthed kisses down your neck while his hands wander on your body. 

“I-I’m heading back home,“ you add hastily. 

“You sound a little out of breath. Are you okay? Want us to escort you home?” 

“Oh, no need to. I’ll be fine—” you shut your eyes as you feel a hand sneaking underneath your shirt. 

“Oh, okay. Just give me a call if you need something!“ 

“S-sure, thanks,“ You hang up and sigh shakily, relieved to have possibly prevented a very bloody and violent altercation. 

“That went well,” he murmurs against your skin. 

“Y-yeah.”

“Well then,” he pulls away from your neck and focuses his hungry look down at you, ”Shall we go to your place now?“

You swallow, desperately wishing you’d be able to refuse. But having traded the safety and comfort of your home to keep your friends away from danger, you slowly nod, keeping your part of the deal. Togame only smiles widely and grabs your hand as if you were his property. 

Eternity seems to pass before you reach your homestreet, which is in a quite decent neighborhood, at least considering the areas around. All the street lamps— the ones that are still intact, are lit and because it’s the weekend, people have gone out to bars and restaurants. 

You stop in front of the certain apartment building, “This is it,” you say with barely audible voice. 

Togame glances at the building without any impression, then turns his emerald gaze at you, “It’s nice,” he comments, his intense look urging you to stop prolonging the inevitable. 

Sensing the atmosphere, you head towards the entrance while searching for the keys from your bag. Hands trembling, you have trouble fitting the key, but then Togame’s bigger hand grasps yours and helps you guide it into the lock. As you manage to open the door, you feel his body pressing your back like a wordless command to enter. 

Walking up the stairs and arriving at your apartment, you unlock the door and enter, unable to calm the pounding of your heart. 

“We’re here..“ you say quietly and turn to look up at the danger you just brought into your home, the place that used to be a refuge from people like him.

He takes off his sunglasses and places them on top of a dresser, “And your bed?“ He asks.

You swallow, “...H-here.”

Leading him through your small, humble studio apartment, you stop before the unmade bed. Feeling the warmth of his body behind you, you wrap your arms around yourself in fear and discomfort. Togame notes the gesture and grabs your wrists, making you close your eyes momentarily as he forces your arms on your sides. 

Suddenly he drapes his arm around you, caging you against himself while bringing his other hand on your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but no doubt the act is meant as a threat. Consumed by fear, you hold still while his thumb brushes the side of your neck. His hot breath fans against your ear and you feel dissatisfaction radiating from him. It makes you fear that your earlier lie— the one you believed to be forgiven with the invitation to your home— would be the cause of his irritation. 

Unfortunately you’re correct. There’s many things Togame doesn’t tolerate and disobedience is one of them. As he keeps you in a strong grip, you don’t budge in hope that it’d satisfy him enough to let you go. 

“Good girl,“ he suddenly says with a low voice. 

You close your eyes, a tear rolling down your cheek as your body trembles at the ominous tone of his words, which did imply that you barely managed to diminish his hunger to punish you. He then removes his hand from your throat and starts to unzip your hoodie. You whimper, but make no resistance. 

Garment after another, he tosses them carelessly on the floor and when you’re left in your lingerie, he doesn’t have enough patience to unhook your bra. Instead he simply tears them from the middle and the straps slide down your shoulders, on the floor. Your whimper turns into a suppressed sob to which he’s indifferent to while pulling down your panties, slowly until they drop to your ankles. 

Pleased for having you naked in front of him, he begins to undress himself while you wrap your arms around yourself, swallowing tears when a moment later you feel his bare skin against yours. Wasting no time, he pushes you on you belly on the bed, underneath him. His impatience is obvious as he’s already about to set you in the position, but suddenly you turn on your side and look up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Please.. C-could we slow down a little bit..? I’m scared..” You whisper, but Togame seems unaffected by your fear. 

“You’ve made me wait quite long already,” he points out simply. 

“I-I’m so sorry.. I’ll be good from now on..”

Togame smiles at your sincerity, but then manhandles you on your back nevertheless. He positions himself on top of you and cradles you in his arms, affectionate green eyes looking down at you.

“If I wanna get a hold of you, you’ll answer your phone, no matter what you’re doing and who you’re with,” he says calmly, but you know it’s a serious command.

“Understood?” He asks.

You nod hastily and put your hands on the sides of his neck, “Mmh, okay.”

He smiles contentedly and kisses you gently, almost considerate. But having been waiting to get his hands on you, it turns feverish quite quickly. He forces his tongue in your mouth and starts to grope your breasts, his thumb brushing your peaked nipples while devouring your cute little whines. Shivers run across your body as he then starts to plant open-mouthed kisses on your neck and down to your collarbone while his hands wander on your waist in an admiring way. 

You shut your eyes and suppress a whine as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, tongue sweeping around the sensitive bud. You squirm a little, but not enough for him to deem it as an act of rebellion. If anything, he finds it cute as your smaller body feels good against his stronger form.

He continues to kiss down your body and when he reaches your mound, you gasp nervously, fighting the need to close your legs. Almost as if being aware of your thoughts, Togame grasps your thighs before planting the softest kiss on your mound. Another, softer gasp passes your lips when he drags his tongue between your folds. It brushes against your clit, causing a pleasurable tremble surge through your body.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” he groans and begins to flick his tongue against your clit. 

Your body twists in unwanted pleasure as he takes a moment to prepare you for himself. Your moans, tormented and sweet, each sends a rush of blood down to his nether region, making his cock ache in need for some sweet friction.

When Togame decides you’re ready for him, he stops and positions himself on top of you, making you open your eyes as his dark shadow covers you. Seeing the depraved smile on his face, you swallow and brace yourself, placing your hands on his forearms insecurely. He then wraps a hand around his aching cock and presses the head against your fluttering little hole. As he starts to push past your walls, you throw your head back and shut your eyes. Nails digging into his skin, you whine as he enters deeper, stretching your unwilling walls into his shape. 

“Nngh.. Just as tight as I remembered,” he grunts in pleasure.

You sob silently, your body trembling at the intrusion as it’s beyond difficult to allow him inside. Togame—fully aware of this, places his hand on your cheek, making you open your teary eyes and see a rather soft look on his face. 

“Don’t fight me,” he says with an almost caring tone. 

“..S-sorry..”

When he feels your walls adjusting to him, he starts slowly rolling his hips against yours. His eyes flutter shut as the pleasure absolutely drunkens him, driving him into a more steadier pace, each thrust forcing a little whimper out of you. 

“Ahh, fuck—” He groans, picking up the pace as he’s unable to resist the tightness of your pussy. Skin slamming against yours, it causes a dirty slapping noise that echoes on the walls of your apartment. Your breasts bounce in sync with his thrusts and as his pace increases, the headboard of the bed rattles against the wall. 

He is more rough with you than the first time. Hot breath fanning against your ear as he huffs in pleasure, clearly drunk on your warm, wet pussy. You spread your legs wider and cling onto him in a desperate attempt to endure him. 

Suddenly Togame stops and pulls out of you, “On your hands and knees,” he commands and you don’t hesitate to obey. 

He grasps your hips on a bruising grip, pulling you closer to himself, his other hand pushing your neck down on the mattress. Your hands clutch the bed sheets as he penetrates you again, this time without any mercy as he begins to pound into you faster. He closes his eyes and leans his head back in pleasure, a debauched smile spreading on his features as your walls clench so deliciously around him.

“Nnh.. Your cunt is so fucking perfect.”

You whimper in response, his condescending words not only disheartening, but also reminding you that from now on, you’re gonna be hearing them a lot.

He then leans himself over you, “Ahh.. Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside this little pussy of yours,” gripping your neck, he presses your head ruthlessly on the mattress so that your cheek squishes against it. Fucking you with more fervor, your whines turn into choked cries as tears keep escaping from your eyes that are still shut.

He keeps pounding into you, thrusts turning erratic and hard, “Nngh.. I’m gonna cum..!” He pants into your ear. Then suddenly you feel him sink his teeth in your shoulder as he slams inside you, releasing his seeds in the depths of your pussy. 

Panting quietly, you don’t dare to move, instead you wait for him to fill you up. Your eyes are hooded, sweat glimmering on your skin and your legs tremble as they’re about to cave. When you feel him letting go of you and pulling out, you collapse on the bed, exhausted and with bruises on your body and teeth marks on your shoulders.  

Togame sighs and lays down next to you, not only satisfied from getting his needs sated, but also because you obeyed quite nicely. Glancing at your weary form, he knows you need a moment to recover from his rough treatment, yet pulls you into his arms nevertheless. 

“Get some sleep now. We’ll continue in the morning,” he says with a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

Sakusa Kiyoomi(Haikyuu)- Babysteps

A/N: this is inspired by that art of Sakusa holding bby sakusa by @/5takuhu1 uwu the line draft was already powerful enough but the finished version was simply *chef kiss*

Description: You and your husband spend some much needed alone time together to catch a break from parenting.

Warning: vaginal penetration, breeding kink, you two called each other mommy and daddy like, once

Word count: 3462

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The hallway was pitch black except for the faint glow under the door from the room at the very end.

“Sh… there you go…”

You rubbed your eyes as you gently pushed the door open, leaning on the wooden frame as you basked in this harmonious scene before you interrupt it. The crib that was meant for your young son looked even more miniature with your tall husband crouching next to it, his arm rocking it slowly as he slowly pulled away. His hair was tangled up and you looked down to see that he wasn’t even wearing his room slippers, and smiled.

Sakusa Kiyoomi had his doubts on whether he would make a decent father at first but after a year into parenthood, it would be blatant slander for anyone to say he didn’t love his child.

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don’t look too close (m)

stalker!bokuto kōtarō x fem!reader

warnings: tw yandere, tw stalking, tw implied kidnapping, implied voyeurism, mentions of murder, (consensual) nsfw, rough sex

word count: 3.8k

day 2/9 of candy corn

the most beautiful person in the world? the most intelligent, the funniest, the sweetest, the kindest person who hangs the sun and the stars and the moon in the sky, who makes the world spin, who makes the air feel light and refreshing? the one who makes bokuto’s life worth living, the one who permeates his thoughts from the moment he wakes to the moment he’s drifting into sleep?

you.

you’re his soulmate, bokuto knows it. he knew it from his very first day at college when he saw you buying your coffee- an iced vanilla frappucino- and he could feel the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat change. now it only pounded for you, the love of his life.

he just thinks you’re so sweet, especially when you’re leaving your house every morning and you always stop by the fence, blessing your young, handsome neighbour with your stunning smile as you two chat. bokuto thinks you’re so kind, the way you shyly laugh at the neighbour’s flirtatious lines and that you always lend him sugar and milk when he runs out and you once even baked him a tray of sweet-smelling cookies but it simply won’t do- bokuto is the only one who can love you so protecting you from your grey-haired neighbour was worth it to see you look dejected when your neighbour suddenly loses his job at the local elementary school and has to move back to his hometown, hoping the stain of the anonymous complaint won’t cling to him there too.

you’re also so smart, bokuto observes. he likes hearing your pretty voice explain the writer’s use of symbolism in the play to your classmate, some skinny, scrawny boy with deep green hair and freckles. he looks at you too much like bokuto does though, eyes wide and sparkling which bokuto tries to appreciate- you really are amazing- but you’re his. so it’s a shame but all for the greater good when your classmate suddenly starts to avoid you like the plague, his eyes wide with something akin to fear and stammering a weak excuse when you do try to approach him.

bokuto thinks you’re so goofy when you’re cooking in the kitchen, pop music playing from your speakers as you dance around, the aroma of spices hanging in the air as you use the wooden spoon as a microphone. he thinks you’re so cute how your eyes glaze with tears and you sniffle into your blanket when you’re watching some drama on the television and you always smell so sweet- he isn’t quite sure what the scent is but he’ll remember to look closely at your perfumes the next time he’s in your bedroom- it’ll make a nice birthday present for you in exactly three months time. he thinks you look so mesmerising when you study, a little crease between your brows and hair bundled out of the way as you think hard, you’re just so smart. and he really likes the tidy hairstyle you wear when you're working; with all those pretty locks tied up, you can barely notice the big chunk bokuto just had to take from you to keep in his pocket so he can feel you all day. your hair is so silky and smells sweetly of honey and cinnamon he just had to buy the same shampoo too.

but bokuto’s favourite part of you is when night falls and your room glows with orange candlelight. you look so sensual when you undress yourself, your body so beautiful that he wants to trace his fingers over every inch of you and kiss every part of you. he’s mesmerised when you lie down on your bed, hand disappearing between your legs. you look so pretty, every sinful face you make as you stuff your cunt full of your fingers and fuck yourself till you’re cumming, mouth parted open with a name bokuto imagines is his own. you make him feel so different, so hot and flustered and overcome with need that he always tries to time his own climax with yours, fisting his cock and biting his lip to stifle his deep moans as he releases all over his own hand. sometimes he just wants to remember it forever, remember every part of you forever so that’s why he has his phone camera pointed towards you, no matter what you’re doing.

but most of all, bokuto’s thankful that despite many of your amazing qualities being observant is not one of them. he’s glad you don’t notice his golden eyes peering into your windows, watching you when you’re getting out of the shower and dropping your towel to reveal your wet, glistening body. you don’t notice the constant second shadow trailing after you when you’re walking through empty streets, headphones blasting music and blocking out the world and his footsteps and loud presence behind you. you don’t notice the creaking floorboards when you’re sleeping in your bedroom and brush off the sounds of clattering outside your home as a stray cat, the shadow that switches off the television you’ve kept on and setting an extra alarm to make sure you don’t oversleep, and it’s even better that you’re so unobservant because you don’t notice just how many panties have seemingly gone missing from your laundry basket. you don’t notice that the cctv image of the grey-haired suspect who was last seen by the canal where your ex-boyfriend’s body turns up, battered and bruised, looks eerily similar to the man who sat at the table behind you at the cafe where your ex-boyfriend revealed he was cheating on you, leaving you a sobbing, heartbroken mess. you don’t notice the golden eyes that watch your boss from your part-time job harass you in the empty car park, his groping hands going too far, only he never shows up for work again. his wife begs on the news surrounded by reporters for him to come home.

it’s time now.

the taste of alcohol is fiery on bokuto’s lips but it doesn’t match the warmth in his chest, the electrifying exhilaration he feels when he watches you over the flashing coloured lights from across the crowded room. you’re with a group of friends, smiling and laughing as you sway your hips in tune to the thumping music, looking absolutely delectable in the short, black dress, face painted as a cracked china doll. he doesn’t mind that you’re with friends- after all, he’s made sure they’re suitable to be in your life and just in case they do happen to mess up and hurt you he’s gathered useful information: the tall red haired man has a peanut allergy, the younger blonde girl doesn’t have a fire alarm installed in her apartment and the pretty, black-haired girl with glasses drives a car and a number of things can go innocently wrong with that.

he watches you carefully, waiting for the moment you finally pant something to your friends then you’re walking away, swaying slightly from how many drinks you’ve downed. this is bokuto’s chance, his heart drumming and butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he grins, tossing his drink into some random plant pot as he follows after you into the kitchen. the hallways and rooms are filled with people, the garden overspilling too as the music blares, a heavy stench of alcohol and sweat lingering but that’s halloween college parties and bokuto’s only here for one reason.

“anything good in there?” his voice is bright and cheerful even though his heart is pounding too fast when he steps behind you, admiring the curve of your ass visible under the short hem of your skirt as you bend over to rifle through the fridge.

“barely anything- but what do you expect from a frat house?” your voice is honey and your smile so beautiful and radiant bokuto feels like he’s going to faint when you stand up straight and face him. you look gorgeous, even under the slightly-tangerine lightbulbs, your makeup half-faded and skin greasy with oils, bokuto has never thought you’ve looked any more wonderful and now you’re really here, you’re really here smiling at him and speaking to him. “i’m y/n.” he thinks it’s cute the way you introduce yourself like he doesn’t know you already, like he doesn’t know your birthday, your high school, your parents’ names and where they work and what elementary school your older sister’s kids go to.

“bokuto kōtarō.”

he notices your eyes scanning his face before they slowly rake down his body, taking in his broad shoulders and muscular arms that ripple underneath his short-sleeved t-shirt, his veiny hands and a smirk grows when your eyes widen as they drop down to his crotch, down his thighs. he feels light inside, almost dizzy and giddy.

“have we met before?” you ask shyly, tilting your head as you look back up at his face. your eyes narrow slightly with intrigue. “you feel so familiar, like i’ve seen you around before or met you somewhere possibly?” bokuto quickly shakes his head- he isn’t a complete idiot and his friend kenma, the one who introduced him to all the secret reddit threads and discord servers of how to go about finally getting the love you’ve been pining over, taught him enough of how to go about this. so bokuto smiles gently as he shakes his head, locking his gleaming gold eyes with yours.

“i don’t think we have- i’d have remembered meeting a girl as beautiful as you.”

bokuto knew it would work- after all, akaashi had provided him with plenty of pick up lines- but the thrill of seeing you get so visibly flustered, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you chuckle, is incomparable. he’s never felt so whimsical before but it encourages him more, akaashi and kuroo’s advice ringing in his mind as he steps closer to you, not bearing to tear his gold eyes away from yours.

“do you say that to every girl, bokuto?”

“no, only beautiful girls like you.”

you gaze at bokuto softer now, your eyes growing warm as a gentle smile tugs at your lips.

“stop flattering me.” you suddenly laugh, looking away as you draw your arms around yourself. he can see you’re hurting still, the pain of being cheated on and then the grief of your ex-boyfriend dying, male friends drifting away when they consistently avoid you and no other men being interested in you anymore. but it’s okay, bokuto’s heart wrenches with guilt for you- it really does- but he won’t hurt you like they all would. he loves you more than anyone else. he’s the only one worthy of you.

with a bit of smooth talking, flirtatious compliments, extra shots of cheap tequila that burns the back of his throat and gentle touches, bokuto has you right where he wants you: hanging onto his arm as you accompany him to his apartment. the cold october air is crisp, leaves crunching under your feet and the sound of music from halloween house parties thumping in the distance. house porches are glowing orange as eerie jack-o-lanterns sneer at you walking past, the heavy gusts of wind howling through bare trees like alarms, the darkness of the sky overpowering the silvery glow of the moon as you chatter away to him, laughing at all his sporadic remarks. it makes his heart feel like gold, like he’s special to you.

bokuto’s lips are on yours the moment you both step into his apartment, the door slamming shut behind him with a click of the lock. you taste bitter with alcohol but so sweet nonetheless, it makes his head spin to finally be kissing you, his arms wrapping around and pulling you close. you’re just as hungry, fingers threading through his soft grey locks and he can’t even think- he can smell your sweet scent and touch you freely, things he could only do gently in the dead of the night when you’re fast asleep, sick with anxiety just in case you stir.

“kōtarō,” you sigh against his lips, pressing your forehead against his with his saliva glistening off your lips. you’re pressing yourself into him, tilting your head back to allow him to trace open-mouthed kisses down your neck. your voice is so husky with lust it makes bokuto’s cock so hard, straining against his jeans. the beautiful sounds he’s imagined you’d make, the way your ass would feel in his hands, what it’d feel like to grope your tits and finally be inside you, having you cum on his cock and moan his name- it’s finally coming true for him. he can’t let it go, growling as he bites hard on your delicate skin, making you yelp out. “please fuck me!”

it’s the words he’s always wanted to hear, moaning into your wet, bruised skin as his big hands grip the underside of your thighs.

“jump, baby.” you do as he says, clinging to his neck and pressing hot, needy kisses to his flushed throat as he carries you to his bedroom. he’s desperate, throwing you on the bed and grinning as he climbs over you, kissing you messily with his tongue sliding into your mouth and his fingers yanking at your dress impatiently. you yelp into his mouth at the feeling of his rough fingers tugging your clothes off but you’re still as hungry, hands reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, the kiss only breaking reluctantly when to pull his top off but bokuto tries to prolong it as much as possible, his teeth clinging to your swollen bottom lip.

“you’re so hot.” he moans when you reach for his belt, his eyes fluttering shut when your hands brush his clothed erection. “i’ve been waiting for this for too long.” it’s a good thing you’re too lost in lust to notice anything, your mind cloudy with the wetness dampening your panties. “you don’t know how hard you make me, how much i feel for you.” whilst you’re reaching into the waistband of his boxers for his dick, it feels sweet, romantic even. the past few months had sudden gotten so lonely for you it’s no reason why you sidle closer to bokuto, your eyes wide as you cling to his words.

“oh my-” you lick your lips as you pull out his hard cock, your fingers just about fitting around his thick girth. he’s painfully hard, the head an angry red and precum dribbling from the slit, bokuto hissing when you swipe your thumb across. “you’re massive.” your words make him still, his cock twitching in your fist as he groans.

“you’re too good to me, you’re perfect, just so perfect.” he’s mumbling as he meets his lips again in a messy kiss, moaning as you stroke him whilst his rough fingers delve into your panties, rubbing fast at your clit that you miss the words he sighs into your mouth. “you’re even more perfect that i thought you’d be.”

his fingers grow wet with your slick as he provides you sweet, warm pleasure, his tongue exploring all depths of your mouth as you stroke him, enjoying his deep grunts when you rub at the sensitive cockhead. but you can tell he’s getting impatient when he bucks up into your hand, thrusting his cock into your fist.

“i need to fuck you.” he breaks away from your lips, a thin string of saliva trailing from his tongue to yours as he pushes you down flat on the bed. “please, please, i need to fuck you.”

“kōtarō,” your voice is gentle as you rub his muscular thigh comfortingly, surprised to hear the way he sounds so close to tears. “please do.”

you sigh at the cold air hitting your wet folds when bokuto peels down your lacy panties, hissing at the strings of slick that cling to the dark fabric.

“so beautiful.” he groans, spreading your legs apart and tapping his cock against your swollen clit, making you jerk and whine at the stimulation. “i’m going to treat you so well.” his eyes are fixated with watching his cock disappear into into your dripping hole, your high moans filling the room as your walls squeeze him tight.

“kōtarō-” you choke out, eyes watering. “you’re so- ah- big!”

“you’re too good to me, y/n.” he grunts, wincing at the bittersweet pain of your nails clawing down his back as he presses his chest flush against yours, grinding his pubic bone against your clit. your eyes look so pretty, sparkling as you gaze at bokuto- it’s all he’s wanted, all he’s ever wanted and he can’t have it end. he’ll make this heaven for you.

every thrust is so sweet and delicious to bokuto, your walls hugging his thick cock as he fucks you, your moans a symphony harmonising with his. it feels so good, so fucking good to be kissing you, to be deep inside you and thrusting against your gummy walls and bruising your neck with biting, possessive kisses because you’re his, you’re finally his.

“you feel so good,” he breathes against you, his hips snapping against yours messily over the sound of your sopping cunt squelching. “your pussy’s squeezing me so tight- fuck-”

“kōtarō!” you’re whining his name, hips rising to meet his thrusts as you snake a hand between your bodies, rubbing at your clit and eyes rolling to the back of your head whilst bokuto wraps his lips around your swollen nipples. he sucks hard, nibbling on the sensitive nud to hear you yelp, your other hand clinging to his bicep with your nails piercing into his skin.

“wait, i want to see your pretty, tight pussy take my fat cock.”

bokuto slides out of you, grinning when you whine at the emptiness as he grips you and flips you over, pulling your ankles and pushing your head down into the mattress as you arch your ass up. “that’s it, princess- face down, ass up. look at that pretty cunt. all mine.” his mind is hazy, too focused on sliding his cock back into your quivering hole, mesmerised by the way your tight pussy sucks his glistening cock back in, your slick dripping down your thighs as you whine out into the mattress.

“fuck! make me cum, i want to cum all over your cock.” hungry and desperate, bokuto growls as he fucks you, his balls lewdly slapping against your ass as he fucks you hard, slapping your ass between gripping your hips so hard you’ll be left with bruises.

“i’m going to make you cream all over my cock, i’m going to make you scream my name.” he’s panting through his moans, fucking you even deeper and spanking your ass harder, your skin’s almost welting. he groans as your walls clamp down harder on his twitching cock. “are you going to cum for me? cum for me.” his nails scrape your scalp as his hand clutch your hair, yanking you by it as you cry out. you’re a mess, your nails catching onto bokuto’s hand that grips your hair, tears streaming down your cheeks and drool spilling from your lips that are stretched out with not cries of pleasure falling from you but cries of anguish.

“stop, it hurts!” you cry but bokuto can’t stop, silencing you by slobbering wet kisses over your cheek and jaw. “you’re too deep- it’s too much- stop!”

“cum for me first.” he growls. it can’t end yet. he’s finally fucking you, the love of his life and even though you’re trembling and sobbing, he can’t stop yet. “cream all over my cock and become all mine first. fuck- cum now!” you can’t hold back any longer, sobbing and almost screaming when your sore, abused walls convulse around bokuto’s throbbing length and you’re gushing all over him, your wetness dripping down his cock and your thighs as he fucks you through your high, groaning when your tight cunny pulls an orgasm from him, his hot seed filling you.

the moment he lets go of you, you collapse onto the bed, gasping for air as you stare out at the wall ahead of you, dizzy and dazed. the photographs strung up with the yellow orbs of fairylights are a blur- but they remind you of your own home, your own bedroom which you just crave so bad. you don’t want to be here. not anymore. bokuto’s cum drips out of you slowly, his heavy pants too loud for you as you shake, tears slowly streaming down your cheeks, your body aching. you can’t even bear to look at him, instead staring at the photographs on the wall as your teary vision begins to sharpen.

“kōtarō, you should’ve stopped-” you freeze, your heart stopping. the rush of hormones fades and the cloudiness in your mind dissipates as you quickly sit up, edging closer to the headboard against the wall.

“y/n?” bokuto sounds confused behind you as you press your hands against the wall, your face falling with horror.

photographs. all of you. your face smiling when you’re enjoying an iced coffee with your friend. your face contorted into a studious frown as you study in the library. your face when you’re doing grocery shopping, when you’re cooking, when you’re in the bath, when you’re pleasuring yourself, when you’re sleeping.

“you psycho!” it’s a high shriek, your voice shaking as you scramble to get away from him, eyes wide with fear. bokuto looks confused, sat at the end of the bed naked as he gazes at you. was that hurt in his eyes? it makes you feel sick, your body feeling dirty as you hug yourself and scramble to find your clothes. but as you look around his bedroom, too much becomes clear. too much becomes familiar: your pink panties sitting on the pile of laundry on the chair; your hairbrush you misplaced on his dresser; the shampoo and perfume you wear there too and...was that your childhood teddy bear you thought you lost in one of the storage boxes when moving on his shelf? “what the fuck is wrong with you? you creep, you fucking creep!” your throat hurts as you shrink in on yourself at the opposite end of his bed, hugging yourself as bokuto stares at you, a little pout on his lips.

“y/n,” he says again. this time it’s slower, deeper. almost threatening. “don’t upset me. please.” his jaw clenches when your eyes flicker to his bedroom door, your heart hammering against your chest as you gasp for air. “it’ll make things harder for us. don’t make me sad.”

“h-harder for us? are you crazy?”

“i’m not crazy!” he yells it, his voice mixed with rage and sadness and his golden eyes don’t seem so warm anymore, not when his large hands are curled into fists and his teeth are bared.

“l-let me go. please.” it’s a futile last attempt but bokuto just exhales heavily, crawling up closer towards you with a cold grin stretching across his face.

“you’re mine now. everything i did was for you...how can i let you go when i love you?”

this was hades, not heaven.

it would’ve been better to have stayed blind.

— peep show | m.

pairing : hanamaki/reader

wordcount : 2.395

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : established relationship

tags : voyeurism, reading doesn’t know she’s being watched but makki does????, oc roommate, daddy kink, squirting, riding, fingering, soft!makki, praise kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation,

note : ive had this idea rattling around in my brain for ages. it’s got lit the BARE MINIMUM of plot it’s lit just pwp tbh so ENJOY

+ summary : makki overhears his roommate talking trash about how he can’t pleasure you, his girlfriend. so he puts on a little show to prove just how well he can treat you.

It started out with mumbled whispers in the spare bedroom. Makki was passing by, water bottle in hand as he made his way back to his own bedroom. 

The voice was familiar – the masculine tone of his roommate, Kensuke. If he had to guess he was on discord, chatting with some gaming buddies as usual. He was a nice enough guy, did what he was supposed to do in terms of pay rent and bills – that’s all Makki could really ask for. They had become roommates when Makki put out an ad and the rest was history. They were, by no means, friends and to be quite frank, they both liked it that way. 

And Makki wasn’t usually in the habit of eavesdropping but when he heard your name muffled through the wood, he paused. 

Pressing his ear against the door, he closed his eyes to block out all other external stimuli – focusing on the words being spoken by his roommate. 

“Yeah dude, Hanamaki’s girlfriend,” he muttered, “She’s a total babe, I don’t know how he managed to get her. She’s way out his league,” he was quite for a second before laughing, “Nah, she prances around in these little lounge shorts that just make her ass look great, trust me, it’s a sight.”

Makki rolled his eyes. Of course it would be that. He wasn’t insecure or worried about his roommates apparent attraction to you, no, he was pretty used to it. He knew you were pretty and, to be quite frank, it boosted his ego to hear how other men lost themselves over you. But Kensuke’s next words truly irked him and had him storming back to his bedroom with his jaw set in irritation.

“I can hear them bangin’ sometimes – like the bed moving and shit but she never makes any noise so he’s probably not even that good,” Kensuke laughs, “Anyone with eyes can see she’s too good for him – he can’t even get her to moan in bed, I feel kinda bad for him…poor guy. Anyway, let’s get this game goin’!”

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needy! bokuto + but still very much dom! bokuto + bokuto uses your panties to get off + male masturbation + f! reader

he knows you’ll be back soon, knows that in a couple minutes you’ll walk through the door and he’ll be able to touch you, hold you while he takes you; wants to bury his cock inside the moment you’ve stepped through the door, not needing to prep you- wants to take you dry and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head, shaking and whimpering for him to slow down before slumping down in a nice and plaint-

fuck.

bokuto runs a hand through his hair, pushing the silver and darkened strands to settle off his face, sighing at the way he let his thoughts wander.

with a pitiful look he glances down, sees his cock strain against his sweats, tilting to the left, jumping with every thought of you flickering through his mind.

he knows you’ll be back soon... but he can’t wait.

with heavy steps, he pads into your shared room, heartbeat quickening when he sees your drawer- partially opened, letting him see the various colors in panties you like wearing.

he’s quick to single out the pair he knows will get him off the fastest...

they’re pink and frilly, laced and pretty.

bokuto holds them inside a clenched fist- turning around, sitting himself on the bed, heart pounding so hard he can see it in his vision as he looks down at the crumpled material.

it’s quick, the way he hooks his thumb under the wasiteband and brings his cock out- rigid in his movements; he hasn’t done this in so long, and why would he went he has you?

there’s a note of urgency because he knows you’ll be here soon anyways- maybe this was just an excuse to make a mess agasint the pretty lace he loves seeing you in, and as he pumps his cock in hard tugs- hissing at the roughness, it might be true.

bokuto whines, tilts his reddened face back- looking at the ceiling while the sound of his palm slapping heavily against his pelvis rings out loudly into the room, see’s stars and sees you. his imagination pulling scenes of shared moments like the weight of you above him while you ride him, dripping down his cock, or how you wheeze out his name, high and whiny when he folds your body down into a press-

“f-fuck! fuck!” koutarou exclaims, the memory has his dick throb, pulling his balls tight, pitching forward in order to stave off the orgasm. the hand still clutching your panties meets the hand furiously fucking himself, swiping the precum dribbling down with the pink. he watches with wide eyes at how nice the color looks darkening at the translucent pre.

its natural, the order in which it all plays out, not thinking as he wraps your panties around his thick cock, red, angry head peaking at the top and another whine leaves him between the lips caught in between his teeth.

there’s something he really likes about how the thin piece looks stretched around and around him- he didnt even know what was transpiring inside his mind while he gave the first tentative drag, lips popping open in a whimper.

he wants you so badly, tummy swirling at the pain- but this will do, this will surely do.

the pretty fabric now snuggly between his hand and dick helps him speed up, imagining hes simply pulled them to the side- sliding in and out of your swollen and oh so prettty cunt. he can almost hear the familiar sound of squelching and your smell, so good when aroused and cuming around him.

he cant seem to tether down one single scenario, but ultimately the memory of him trapping you under him, arms wrapped ‘round your body as he furiously jackhammers his hips up into your jolting body, held straight by only him is what does bokuto in. the dependency and trust you give him makes the big man nearly cry- cry like you do when he splits your pussy open.

hes too excited and high strung, big broad shoulders tipping forward, curling in on himself as he sees his muscled thighs jump. theres harsh swelling before he cums, hastily bringing your panties up and over the crown of his cock, covering his spurting slit. koutarou traps all the cum, sweating as even then its too much and begins seeping from the fabric and his fingers.

“g-god! shit- y/n!”

lust addled brain only knows you, only craves you while he keenly calls out. sucking in a breath while he releases his cock, letting it fall raw and used, slung against his thigh.

bokuto watches while he slowly opens his hand, the image of the pink panties covered in thick, white globs of his semen is one he will commit to memory.

but, there’s not enough time for koutarou to revel in the sight- ears perk up as the front door opens.

once again, with quick movements he makes his way to you, smiling at the wide eyed look you give him, taking in the red and clearly used cock hanging between his thick thighs.

“fuck- youre here... couldn’t wait... and now i need you.” is all bokuto says, wrapping strong arms around you- dumb rough and big fingers quickly stuffing your own soiled panties (still hot and sticky and wet) inside your mouth to silence any questions, letting you know like you couldn’t taste his cum slowly dribbling down onto your tongue- turning you around and tugging your bottoms down.

the memory of you and how you look right now, shaking in attempt to place your cute hands against the door- lips smeared in the mess of cum from your panties, sucking in a breath from your nose as he slides his soft cock inside- would and could never compare.

he wants to recreate the image that brought him to the end, the end which was slowly dribbling down your mouth because there was just that much, and with those strong brutish arms of his, he curls them around your body, furiously humping from behind- forcing his cock to harden inside your cunt, so warm and steadily creating that slick he loves so much.

“‘m sorry- came all over your panties-“ he moves an arm to tap a finger agaisnt your stuffed mout, touching the pink hanging out before returning his arm, “cause i wanted you... you want me too, right?” bokuto questions, knowing the answer as you push back, eagerly wanting more.

“but now i have you, nd i’m gunna stuff you like you deserve.”

why does colt look like the clean version of reiner 💀