Nsfw, Smut, 18+

Nsfw, smut, 18+

Divorced!Toji always gets back pissed off to no end after talking to his ex wife. He grumbles out a greeting to you and sits on the couch, frustrated. You want to make him feel better, or at least distract him. You know how. Without prompting you sit in his lap and start kissing him. He's almost passive at first but he catches on fast, his cock starts to harden under you as his hands grab hold of your hips, deepening the kiss.

"I see what you're doing little bunny. I thought I was already frustrated but you're getting frustrated in a different way now. Are you gonna be better then my ex and take responsibility for it? This is why I like you so much, you listen to my every word, you crave to be told you're a good girl."

Divorced!Toji who lifts you up and pushes your panties to the side, his thick fingers rubbing through your folds, against your clit until you're dripping on his pants. He keeps the panties aside to let you grind against his bulge, he doesn't let you go further until there's a large dark stain on his pants, from both his cum and yours.

"Easy, you'll get your big cock, don't worry. Have I ever denied you? Yes, that was a trick question, what a smart slut I have. Are you ready to have your brains fucked out of you? You won't need to think when you're impaled on my cock."

Divorced!Toji who is in the middle of coming inside of you, not only that but also making you come when he gets another text from his ex. He's pissed off again, great, you don't mind if he goes a little harder now right? You also won't mind if he takes a picture of your crempied pussy, of his fingers inside it and sends it to his ex right?

"Smile for the camera beautiful. That'll teach her to text me in the middle of a fuck. I'm surprised you said yes to that, the you from months ago would have been mortified to do something like that. You even opened your legs more. My filthy girl, you deserve a round two."

nanami teaching his gf how to touch herself........i have feelings for him 😭😭

☰ cw: fem. reader, nanami talks you through it, 18+

nanami would be so gentle,

you‘re laid back against his chest, chewing on your lip as he‘s got your legs all sprawled out. his cologne scent hit you hard— like a truck, wearing nothing but some shorts with pretty underwear underneath, the same color that matched your bra.

“it‘s okay. i‘ll show you, sweetheart.” he‘d hum in a soft gruff tone.

“okay—”

you muttered, feeling him gently wrap a hand around your wrist. nanami went slow, making you trail your own hand down, down, down, from up to your chest— from your tummy, until he reached between your thighs.

he stops once he reaches near your thighs, you hear him chuckle against your ear and before you realize it, you were already soaked to proximity.

the mood was set just right, dim— candles were lit as you were in the shared bedroom with your boyfriend, rubbing your glossed lips together before letting off a tiny sigh, feeling your middle finger slowly insert inside.

“nice and . . slow, baby.” he coos, warm minty breath against your neck. “good girl, like that.” you almost let off a whine from not only the stimulation— but his praises too, you were wet, drenched there was no denying that. “push in and out, not too fast yet, okay . . ?”

you nodded, and nanami brings a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“need to hear that pretty voice before we go any further.” he softly breathes, his hand still gently and firmly holding onto your slightly trembling wrist.

you swallow back the lump in your throat before speaking in a near whiney voice. “i— um, okay nanami. keep teaching me how to— touch myself, please…”

“of course,” he replies. you‘re head‘s spinning as he‘s guiding you— guiding your fingers, you even manage to slip another one in now after a few seconds and moan after moan came.

as your digits deepened, the edges of your fingers skimmed against your clit, near your labia. you were sensitive, it was cute the way your head slumped back against nanami. “how cute. is it too much?”

“n—no..” you panted, feeling your leg starting to shake. your inner walls were merely being massaged by your fingers and it was an indescribable feeling. squelch after squelch, it wasn’t long before you started to feel your right thigh start to bounce— a tiny gasp leaving your lips.

nanami hums. “good,” and as you‘re playing with yourself on your own— he smiles, rubbing his chin against your shoulder. “now, try to feel for your g-spot, princess. press a little deeper and you‘ll feel it.”

within a few minutes you whine— feeling exactly the spot he described, fingers slightly curling and it feels damp, nearly soft and plump. “i— i feel it, kento… f—fuckkk.”

“i know, i know,” he whispers in a hushed tone. nanami’s got his hands away from you now, just one hand gripped onto your hip— another rubbing against your thigh that continued to shake and jolt against the fat mattress. “hey. talk to me, do you feel close, baby?”

“…y—yes....” you whimpered, lip quivering. eyes of yours nearly started to roll back to the very depths of your skull. it felt so good, you could nearly taste your incoming release, nodding at your reply. “m' close kento— close…”

the smile on his soft curved lips pressed a little more. “hmm. you are? gonna be a good girl and make a little mess for me?” and he kisses the back of your forehead. “it‘s okay, princess. make yourself cum for me.”

“k—kento,” you babbled, using your whole wrist to pleasure yourself. the very back of your head rubbed against him and he smiles. a pool of pressure‘s building up, you whimper again and again before you came— making such a mess on your own fingers, legs spasming and your climax rings throughout your own ears. “my—god..”

he grins cheekily, blond eyebrows raising, as a mere tease. “look at you,” and he holds your wrist again, making you remove your fingers from inside of you— staring at the lewdness of your own slick coming from your fingers.

“so dirty and it was only your first time touching yourself,” and nanami hums, turning your head to the left just a little to kiss you— a quick second peck before muttering. “how does one more time sound, baby? how about you let your boyfriend do all the work this time, hm?”

kiss me more (bokuto x reader)

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chapter 6: kiss

After leaving Osamu's restaurant, you followed Bokuto to an undisclosed location which strangely seemed to follow your typical route home. To your surprise, it basically was. He had lead you to the front of your apartment building.

"Stalker much?" you joked.

"Yachi told me" he admitted. Yachi seemed to do a lot of meddling in your relationship now that you thought about it. Not that you would complain, since all of it had turned out positive so far. You could only roll your eyes at her though, before going up the elevator to the roof.

You had never actually been up here before, despite having lived in this same building for a little while now. You could see lots of other skyscrapers and buildings. The night sky was beautiful, even while lacking in stars due to the light pollution. You thought back to the stars you had seen as a child, before you knew the constellations by name and could make up their shapes. You felt small again, and found yourself missing the clearer night sky you used to know.

Bokuto cleared his throat next to you, attempting to bring your attention back to him. It was clear you were in la-la land and needed to be brought back down to earth. You felt a little embarrassed for zoning out while on a date but he just told you he found it cute.

You quickly found yourself making eye contact with him again. It made your heart skip a beat, and you swore you could see his pupils dilate. Maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part. Time seemed like it slowed down as you stood there for seconds, minutes. Only gazing into those alluring eyes that were windows to a beautiful soul and bright personality.

You wished you could read his mind. Know what he was thinking about all this, about you. Your question was semi-answered with his next words.

"So beautiful" he whispered uncharacteristically. It was nice to know he was capable of being calm and quiet. His gaze on you was still intense. He placed his hand on your cheek and it engulfed half of your face.

Your heartbeat picked up its pace. You hadn't felt this way for anyone in so long. Honestly, you haven't felt this deeply for anyone ever. There was just something about Bokuto that was just so addictively attractive. He had an exciting personality and you never had a dull moment or conversation with him. He always knew how to make you laugh or feel comfortable. Despite first impressions, he was actually witty and his sweet disposition made it impossible for anyone to dislike him. He was outrageously sexy, of course, with muscles upon muscles (those back muscles COME ON) and a sculpted physique. His face exceedingly handsome with features that demanded the attention of anyone that met him. His short grey and black hair that you wanted to run your fingers through or brush and put into goofy little bows. It also could be his giant hands, present on your face right now, that you had both sweet and very bad thoughts about. But there was another physical aspect that might be your favorite: his eyes.

They were beautiful, golden irises that were almost always wide and happy. The entire world reflected in his eyes. You saw stars, galaxies, the universe. You saw your future in his eyes; a life with Bokuto and everything that would go with it. The anticipation of what would happen next was only amplified by the glimmer you saw in them.

You noticed him slowly bringing his face closer to yours. Your eyes naturally closed and you felt chills in anticipation. You were praying to whatever higher power there was that you two wouldn't be interrupted this time. Your prayers, thankfully, were answered.

When your lips met, you felt a warmth that filled your entire body. Your fingers and toes tingled, a weird sensation you hadn't experienced. When you pulled away from the first one, you only looked at each other for a few seconds before going back in for more.

The people you'd kissed before hadn't been nearly as passionate as him. You brought your arms up to wrap around him, while he moved his one arm lower. You weren't really sure how long the two of you were there, but eventually you broke apart again and just stopped to really contemplate what had just happened. You were in awe at the talent of the handsome volleyball player. He was in awe too, staring at you with the goofiest happy grin you had ever seen. It made your heart pick up its pace again and you wanted to kiss him even more. You decided against it though, and to just take this moment with him slower so that you could truly enjoy his presence.

"Bokuto, I don't know what to say" you broke the silence. You probably could have just not said anything, but the lack of conversation was driving you crazy.

"Call me Koutaro" he responded calmly. He still had that lopsided smile on his face.

"What?". You couldn't really believe what you just heard. He really wants me to call him by his first name?

"Koutaro. I want to hear you say it" he affirmed.

"Koutaro, I really like you" you told him truthfully.

"I really like you too (Y/n). You don't have to say anything else" he replied, diving back in. The two of you embraced tighter and couldn't keep your lips off of each other. Before it could escalate too far, you pushed away and reminded him that the two of you were on the roof of your apartment building, and that it really wasn't the best place to be intimate. Not to say there was really any place other than in your apartment or his that you would consider appropriate at this point. You were getting a little tired, but you didn't really want to say goodbye to him yet.

"Walk me back to my room?" you flirt. He happily obliges, and off the two of you go (but not before one more kiss).

just gojo fingering you while you finger yourself :3

cw — squirting

“touch yourself for me, baby. wanna watch you make yourself feel good.”

when it comes to you, satoru may be a greedy man, but he’s also voyeuristic. he loves a show—only when you’re the star of it, of course. there’s nothing he loves more than seeing his pretty girl get herself off, knowing that it’s a sight reserved just for him.

so he kneels between your legs like a starving dog, eyes blazing as he watches your fingers slip between your folds. you’re soaked already, dripping from his soft touches and needy kisses that inevitably spiralled into an unbearably insatiable want within the both of you. satoru licks his lips at the sight of your arousal glistening like temptation. it takes every bone in his body and every fibre of his being to resist indulging in the taste—not yet. he needs to be patient.

he looks up and his gaze locks with yours and a shiver shoots down your spine. he looks at you like he wishes to devour you, licks his lips while drool spills from the sides of his mouth. it drives you crazy, seeing him turn to a rabid animal at just the tempting sight of you.

your fingertips drag over the opening of your cunt, through the slick that seeps out of you like honey. every movement you make is methodical—the glide of your fingertips over your clit feeds the bubbling pleasure in your gut, and the way you throw your head back and nibble at your bottom lip lets satoru know how good you feel. you want to make it indulgent, both for you and for him.

“why don’t you put a finger in for me, pretty?”

his voice is so sweet, it always is when he’s talking to you, yet it’s dripping with such lust that it makes your walls clench. you become cognisant of just how empty you are, and you can’t go another second being so empty, so you slide your middle finger into your hole and a moan springs from your throat.

satoru chuckles at you, airy and half-moaning and just a touch condescending. his pants are tightening over his crotch, and he won’t be able to hold off for much longer, but for the moment he behaves.

the sounds you make are shameless as you drag your single finger in and out of your hole. it’s hardly anything compared to satoru’s fingers—so much thicker and longer than yours. you dip a second finger inside in an attempt to give yourself something more, to replicate your boyfriend’s touch, and it helps, at least a little, to keep the boiling flame deep inside you going.

one of your hands moves to cup your exposed breast, fingers tugging and twisting at your nipple. you whine out satoru’s name, like the devil inviting him to hell, because you sound so sweet and lovely—

satoru is a greedy man. he’s also impatient, and indulgent, and you’re just so irresistible, his sweet little girlfriend, and he just can’t stop himself when he plunges his own two fingers into your needy little cunt that’s already occupied with your own.

“s-satoru!” you gasp at the stretch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while satoru groans out at the way your warm walls wrap around his digits.

“sorry, angel, couldn’t help myself,” he says, rasping out a laugh. his crystal eyes have turned a dark, ocean blue, and they’re on fire now, swimming with want. “pretty little pussy was beggin’ for my fingers.”

there’s an obscene squelch as he angles his wrist and crooks his fingers until, along with yours, they’re pressed up against your sweet spot, the one that makes you cry out and buck your hips in a desperate search for more.

“go on, baby, keep making yourself feel good. i’ll help you,” he says, fangs bared as he smirks, voice dropping to an octave lower than usual. he knows precisely the effect it has on you, knowing how just his words are more than enough to get you worked up. he doesn’t miss the way you clench around him as he speaks, whining out a pleading little noise for him.

lightheaded, your fingers are weak as they move, though satoru doesn’t hesitate in the way he begins to drag his curled fingers in and out of you—he’s rough, jostling you along the mattress as he works your pussy open, but he’s never been good at controlling himself around you.

“such a spoiled girl, huh? letting me do all the work?” he coos, watching as you slowly fall apart for him. he’s teasing you, when really he loves getting you like this more than anything.

“feels better when you do it,” you whimper, and it’s those words that make his cock stir in his pants, make his tip weep. a reminder of how well he takes care of you, because he loves taking care of you, more than anything. you’re only spoiled because he spoils you, gives you everything you could ever want, makes you feel so good that nothing else matters except for you and for him.

and he’s so good with his fingers—after all, he has to be. not only is it his job but the very essence of his being revolves around using his hands. so of course it’s not long before your walls are clamping down on yours and his fingers, the hot band of pressure inside you threatening to snap.

“satoru, i’m-i’m close,” you manage through the never-ending string of moans that fall from your lips.

“i know, angel, i can feel you,” he says, half-laughing. then, like the cruel man he is, he presses his free hand into your abdomen, and you don’t stand a chance. “come for me.”

the wet sounds of your soaked cunt quickly come to a crescendo from the way he moves his wrist with abandon. as your walls clench, satoru’s fingers intertwine with yours, pressed up into your g-spot together, battering it over and over, and then—

you’re yelping. screaming with bliss. the muscles in your body seize up from the pleasure that takes over them, and a flood of your arousal splashes over satoru’s lap, and you’re sobbing out moans and the syllables of satoru’s name, coming all over your fingers and his. it’s unlike any orgasm you’ve ever felt.

“there you go, that’s it, pretty girl,” he sings, slowing his movements as you fall through your climax, his gaze fixed firmly upon your features as they contort with bliss. his chest always blooms with warmth when you come, fills with some kind of pride because you’re so beautiful and he gets to call you his.

he’s pressing kisses to your shaking thighs as you come back down, sliding his dripping fingers out of your warmth slowly and bringing them to his lips. he finally deserves a taste, he thinks. so he laps up your essence from his own fingers and yours, his eyes fluttering shut, letting out a moan as he indulges, shamelessly—that’s another thing that satoru is. shameless.

“you taste so sweet, baby,” he tells you, already growing hungry for more.

“that was so romantic, satoru,” you quip. “you held my hand inside of me?”

“yeah, well, you know i’m a romantic, baby.”

Geto def gets off to being called a pervert

I see the vision clear as day anon, i hope you enjoy<3

Geto is so dirty in this holy........

contains: fem reader, roomate!geto, panty thief, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, accidental voyeurism, mating press, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (reader receiving), cum eating, geto is nasttyyyyyy, slight crack at the end, shoko makes an appearance :p

MDNI

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“Suguru can I borrow that band tee you were wearing the other day? I’m about to go out with shoko.” you scrolled on some social media site on the sofa while you called out for your roommate in the kitchen.

Head hanging upside down off the armrest, looking at his naked back in your twisted view, waiting for his response.

Geto peeked his head briefly over his shoulder from the counter he faced, letting out a short laugh before he replied, wanting to ask if the ridiculous positions you came up with were actually comfortable.

Saving his smart remark for another day and responding that he didn’t care, followed by the location of the tshirt.

Picking up your body you placed one foot in front of the other, making quick work for his room, voice ringing out in the hall, “thanks!”

“Shoko said she’s heading here soon so I should probably start getting ready.” you shouted from his room, reaching for his second dresser drawer, where he said it would be.

Pulling the nob back and messing up his carefully folded clothes as you pulled out shirt after shirt, unfolding it to get a better view of the piece before shoving it back in when it ultimately wasn’t what you were looking for.

Eyebrows scrunching inwards when your sights landed on a piece of bright pink fabric shoved deep in the bottom of the drawer. Not remembering suguru ever wear anything like it, you pulled it out.

And you really don’t remember him wearing anything like this.

Because what you were holding between your fingers was your panties.

Jaw dropping slightly in disbelief, head turning back towards the doorway you just walked through, before snapping your neck back in front of you and digging deeper.

“Where are you guys going?” he questioned, yelling from the kitchen as he chopped up some vegetables, back facing the direction of his room.

A decent sized pile was forming of the undergarments you thought you had lost the deeper you looked. You were fuming.

Between Suguru and yourself, you divided the chores up evenly the day you moved in together. Him opting to be on laundry duty over trash, both splitting the dishes.

Never once did the thought even cross your mind that they might’ve been kidnapped by your usually sweet roommate; who is in charge of handling those same panties every day; when you were unable to find them anywhere in your space.

You scoffed in disbeleif at his antics, tongue poking the inside of your ckeek, making it bulge.

You heard him say your name from the kitchen when you didnt answer his question.

Wading up the thieved panties in your fist, you stormed out of his room. Stomping down the hall at a much hastier pace than before, his toned back once agains came into your view.

Geto paused his chopping, muscles in his body going rigid, because he swears you just threw something at his back.

Turning his body to face you, he looked down at the underwear at his feet, a smirk creeping onto his face when he drags his sights back up, making eye contact with your furious expression, brain racing with questions only he could answer.

"Whoops," he says, not an ounce of remorse in his tone. He could practically see the steam coming off of the top of your head when your face scrunched up in a scowl.

"What the fuck were you doing with my panties, do you have any idea how long I've been looking for some of those!?", he feels the anger in the air with your every word.

"You sure you want me to answer that?" he giggles, crossing his arms over his bulging pecs, letting the weight off one of his legs as he braced his lower back into the counter.

"Oh my god!" you shook your head, "you're such a fucking pervert!" you shouted.

"Woah, you don't even know what I did with them yet. Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions when you call me that, huh?" he retaliated, faux offense gracing his features before a more smug look took its place.

"There is no non..." throwing your hands up in search of the right word, "freaky explanation as to why you hid my PANTIES suguru!" Lip curled up in frustration again when laughed at your retort, “so I think my choice of words was fitting." you finished, referring to the name you called him.

"Haha! yeahh, you might be right." both hands dropped from his chest and slid into his pockets. "I wrapped them around my cock a couple of times when I was jerkin' off." An amused look sticking to his face when your jaw dropped in speechlessness, face turning completely red at his confession.

"Came all over the crotch of ur pretty panties too, pretended it was ur pussy." his big mouth continued spilling his dirty secrets out into the open air.

"Y-you," stuttering as you felt the air around you shifting into a heavier one, one that you both picked up on, heart racing in your chest matching the throbbing between your legs as you spoke, "pervert."

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"F-fucking pervert, fuck!" you moaned into the air when his curved cock drilled perfectly into the most sensitive spot inside you for the nth time that evening.

Really hoping Shoko was taking her time as Suguru held your thighs open by your head, pushing your flexability to the limits as he bullied his thick cock inside your gushing pussy.

"Yeah? tell me how fucking nasty I am baby," he groaned with a smile. Eyes not being able to choose their favorite sight as he looked between where the two of you were connected; your cum making a ring form around the base of his cock; and your pretty drooling face that was looking so fucked out.

"S-so f-fucking disgusting for st-ealin' my dirty panties sugu-ru." words getting broken up by your pleasured moans as he brought his hips back till just the tip of his cock was caught on the rim of your little hole, before fucking it back in with such force it made you dizzy.

"C-cant believe you would d-o that." whining loudly when his thick thumb came down to rub circles into your throbbing bud.

Geto felt a tingling sensation of pleasure jolt through his spine at your harsh words, "M' sorry baby," he lied between his teeth, "got tired of seein’ ur cute little ass walk around the house in basically nothing." cooing at you when you squeezed your cunt tightly around his length at his filthy words, "h-had to do something about it,"

The both of you bounced against the bed as you let out loud Ah's and curses in response to his mean thrusts.

"Nothin' compares to this tho," Geto smiled, rubbing your clit faster when he noticed it made you tighten up your pussy, "Fucking ur pretty little pussy like this is so much better than my fist 'n holdin' ur panties against my face."

"S-suguru thats so nas-tyyy." you drawled out when he picked up his pace, fucking into you with such force and speed you thought you were gonna pass out.

Leaning his body into yours, practically crushing you with his weight with your legs dangling over his shoulders, he brought his face just inches from yours, lips grazing each others at his rough thrusts jolting you both around.

"Is it?" he replied to your declaration, opening his mouth and moaning against your lips before he closed the distance, " Felt so fucking good tho," he laughed against you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his groans mixing with your squeals.

Less of a kiss and more of him just crushing his jaw into your own as he overwhelmed you with his tongue. Greedily inhaling your moans into his lungs as he continued his assult on your sensitive clit.

"Sugu' 'm gonna cum, fuck-" you mumbled against his wet lips. His own high-creeping rapidly up on him, feeling his balls tighten as they slapped against your ass.

"Me too baby m-me too," eyes squeezing together and eyebrows furrowing, thumb against your clit becoming sloppy as he started to lose himself, "gonna let this pervert fill you up, huh?" he babbled, breaking the kiss and buring his head in the crook of your neck while he messily sucked and kissed the skin there.

"Gonna take a-all my fucking cum like a good girl?" his moans raising in pitch, goosebumbs forming on the back of his neck hearing your loud whines and moans go straight into his ear.

"P-please, give it to me, please." you begged, "fu-ck, c-coming," you managed to voice before your cunt constricted around him, squelching noises increasing when your pussy forced your orgasm out around him, "oh m-y go-d" you repeated as he fucked you through it.

Getting thrown into overstimulation as he repeatedly hit your g-spot, not being able to move his thumb off your clit, or even voice him to do so, "cum inside me sugu-ru," you whimpered into his ear, helping him reach his end. Squealing at his rough thrusts losing their once steady pace when he came.

He bit down hard on your neck, groaning and whining into the skin as he fucked his cum into your womb. Timing his heavy thrusts with the ropes of warm seed spurting out of his dick, pressing his balls hard into your ass each time he did, making sure he really filled you up.

Geto’s eyes rolled back in his head feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm spasm around his twitching dick, milking him for all he was worth. "holy shittt." you voiced at how full he was making you feel.

Your overstimulation died down when his brain was no longer able to function well enough to remind him to play with your clit, something you were grateful for.

He silently lifted his head from the crook of your neck and pulled his incredibly sensitive cock out of your warmth. Staring between the two of you to watch his cum drip out of you, his mouth watering.

Your own arm being draped over your face while you tried to catch your breath, blocking you from seeing his next moves.

Holding your legs up and spread by your calves, he leaned down to your pussy and started sucking on your folds.

Caught off gaurd at the simulation you shot your hands down to his head, trying to push him off you at the intense feeling of his fat tongue on your mound.

He forced his tongue into the tight ring of your cunt, greedily drinking up your combined cum and moaning at the taste. Your thighs twitched with the need to shut around his head at the vibration.

Detaching his mouth from your pussy with a 'pop' he sat back on his heels, your calves still in his large palms as he stared at your abused pussy, licking his lips clean.

"So much fucking tastier than your panties." He grinned.

"You really are disgusting Suguru." Shaking your head against the sheets as he finally let your legs drop back down to the mattress.

"Careful, my cock likes when you talk to me like that." He teases, meaning every word as he tucks his drenched cock back into his boxers,

"Whatever, take me to the bathroom please." You said, ignoring his previous comment, "Cant stand and I need to pee." Holding your arms out to him.

He giggled at your dramatics; even tho he really did fuck the strength out of your legs; scooping his palms under your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He raised you from the bed in a princess cradle and started walking you to the bathroom, "You need to learn how to take it easy. Seriously." you chastised, noticing the bruises and bite marks on your neck when you walked past a mirror, "If this is how you're going to treat me when we fuck, you're better off sticking to stealing my panties, at least they won't feel what you do to them." you complained, only partially meaning your words, which he knew.

"Don't act like your pussy doesn't throb when you see how I marked you up." you rolled your eyes at his retort, making it to the bathroom that neighbors a wall with the kitchen. He placed you down on the seat of the toilet before backing up and leaning against the doorway, facing the doorframe parallel to him as he let you do your business.

"I just had to listen to you guys fuck each other like rabbits for ten minutes, please don't make me listen to you dirty talk each other outside of the bedroom too."

You knew that voice.

"Shoko! good to see you, didn't realize you made yourself at home." Geto snarkily remarked.

"Your pretty roomie gave me a key you big oaf, now go hide in your room for awhile kay?" she brushed her hand in the air, signaling him to fuck off, "Was suposed to take her out but its sounding like you broke her legs so.. well just watch a movie here." she sighed.

Geto brought his attention back to you once more. He had to fight back the laugh burning in his lungs when he saw your crimson face buried in your hands, shinji posing on the toilet in embarrassment.

Stupid fucking panty thief.

“pt.2” here

kiss me more (bokuto x reader)

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chapter 8: the match

You cursed yourself for taking a little too long in the shower this morning, causing you to now be running behind on this important day. Readjusting your sunglasses, you looked down at your navigation which dinged to single the end of your journey. You had finally reached it: the home of the Schweiden Adlers.

Outside of the arena, to the right half of the building, the giant banners that you had created with the team hung down and covered the exterior. You admired them for a second before making your way inside. You used the ticket that had been provided to you and found your way to the stands.

The gym was filled by the time (Y/N) got there. The Black Jackals and Adlers alike had huge fan sections touting noisemakers and signs. Cheerleaders for both sides were lined up in the stands and spirits were high. The sound in the arena was deafening even though both teams were merely warming up. That made sense though, this was a huge game between two amazing teams and it was hard to say who would win. The marketing effort had definitely worked.

As you walked through the crowd, you saw and heard Yachi waving and shouting your name. You made your way over to her and gave a quick greeting to her and the two men sitting next to her. She had talked about them before, Yamaguchi Tadashi and Tsukishima Kei, you remembered. Yamaguchi was her ex-boyfriend, but she told you that they were still on good terms (and to you it even seemed that there might still be some chemistry there). She also raved about Tsukishima's fiancée, who had been one of her fellow managers in high school. Yachi had told you before that if she had to pick a best friend other than you, it would be her.

The entire team stood on the endline with their hands behind their backs. You gazed at #12, as he searched the crowd around you looking for someone. His eyes finally stopped when he found who he was looking for: you. He grinned brightly and you smiled and waved excitedly at him.

He winked at you and you felt your heart start beating faster. The three sitting behind you gave you funny looks, before Yachi quietly laughed and Yamaguchi joined in. Tsukishima couldn't really judge this time, since his girlfriend acted somewhat similarly. The upref blew his whistle, and the starters walked onto the court. Bokuto was already full of energy, seemingly infectious for the rest of the team. It would be an interesting game to be sure.

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The Black Jackals had emerged victorious over the Adlers and you were on top of the world. Plenty of other MSBY fans were just as excited as you. Tsukishima made a comment about 'how pissed Kageyama was going to be'. Yachi laughed at your excitement and the other two men were giving you looks again (not bad I promise), but you didn't care.  

This match has been anticipated for weeks and your boys came out on top.

As both teams shook hands at the end of the game, you made your way down the stairs to wait outside of the visiting team locker room. You were excited to see the whole team, but of course most excited for one in particular. You nearly tripped down the stairs as you got distracted by the huge smile that was bound to be on his face, his perfect hair and honestly perfect body that was definitely going to be sweaty (though you didn't really mind). Just a turn down another hallway and the sight would be yours.

Something you probably should've anticipated was the crowd of people, fans and reporters already standing outside of the door waiting for the winners to exit. Several people with notepads were looking to get comments from the starters to

Some of the people actually seemed to recognize you, likely as the girl seen on the news sites with Bokuto. Osamu was there too, likely waiting for his brother. You gave him a kind wave before gluing your eyes back to the locker room door.

The door finally opened, and Sakusa was the first one out. When he noticed the crowd of people, his eyes immediately widened before he opens the door again and heads back in. He clearly wanted no part in any of it, and you felt bad for him. Atsumu was the next player out, and he was immediately swarmed with girls and people asking him questions.

"Atsumu I love you!" one girl yelled.

"How do you develop such trust with your hitters?", which he tried to respond to, before Osamu cut in, "you don't even know how, shut yer trap", and they quickly shifted to insulting each other.

Bokuto came out next, with a big grin on his face upon seeing all of the people excited to see him.

"Hey hey hey!" he shouted, causing the people in the hall to cheer (seriously, anything he did amazed them). You smiled brightly at his energy even after an exhausting game. He was always so positive. The people closer to the front tried to talk to him first, you saw some girls around him as he enthusiastically answered the question of how he was feeling after such a big win.

"Koutaro!" you jumped to try and get his attention. He looked around hearing the familiar voice and his eyes found yours, quickly lighting up. He excused himself from the reporters and fans and excitedly made his way through the crowd to you. It was difficult for him to maneuver through everyone, but they finally let him through. He quickly embraced you in a very sweaty, very tight hug, but you loved everything about it.

"You were amazing" you whispered to him. He squeezed you a little bit tighter before pulling back and giving you a genuine, appreciative smile. Your sweet moment was quickly interrupted by the same reporters he had just been talking to.

"What's your name miss?"

"Mr. Bokuto, is this your girlfriend?" one of them asked. Your eyes widened as you looked from Bokuto, to the reporters, to the several girls standing behind them. It was one thing to have people talk about you on the internet, it was a whole new beast to see their stares and glares in real life. Some were glaring daggers at you and the arm around your shoulder. Others looked at you in interest more than with malicious intent. It seemed Bokuto noticed your discomfort, as he spoke a quick 'no comment please' before leading you away into a separate area.

Atsumu and Osamu were there too, as well as some of the other players. You were just happy to finally find some peace.

"Say Osamu, you got any snacks?" Bokuto asked.

Where did you find this guy again?