Bokuto Ktar Face Riding

꒰ bokuto kōtarō ✕ face riding ꒱

contains ; f!reader , ball sucking , mutual masturbation , daddy kink , praise , + ahegao .

note ; i’ll be reposting some lil drabbles because i was going through the old blog and found some gems that i want to bring over here !! ૮ ˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

“are you sure?” his voice is strained, holding back whimpers and whines as he hovers over your face, thighs twitching in anticipation.

your eyes are fixated on his leaking cock and heavy balls that hang right above your nose, his musky scent filling your nostrils.

“i’m sure,” you answer, breathless. “i’ll tap your hip twice if i need a break, promise.”

that last bit of reassurance is all bokuto needs to finally let go and lower his balls into your wet mouth. no matter how many times you’ve practiced, how many hours you’ve spent training your jaw, you’re still barely able to take both of his heavy balls at once. even so, you hollow your cheeks and suck lightly, but it’s more than enough to make him moan.

“f-fuck baby, so fuckin’ good-”

you hum in response as he lowers himself a bit more, your nose pressed against the base of his thick cock. the weight of it resting on your face is almost enough to make you cum, but he quickly reminds you of the cute little egg vibrator buried deep in your cunt, turning the speed to max and causing you to moan loudly around the heavy sack.

“mmf–!”

“i know baby, feels good–”

he wraps a hand around his cock, just above where your nose is pressed against him and starts stroking himself– slowly, as if he’s savoring every second. from your place below him, you watch as he brings his hand up to his mouth and pucker his lips slightly, spitting into his hand and bringing it back to his cock, letting out another deep groan as his spit-coated hand drags across his shaft, squeezing harder as he gets to the head to gather to precum at the tip.

“such a good girl for me, sucking daddy’s balls like that–”

bokuto’s praise is always so filthy and vulgar, so much so your face burns like a shy virgin when you think of it days after.

after managing to open your mouth even further, you take both of his balls into your mouth and suck just the way he likes—slightly more than average pressure with your tongue flattened against them— while focusing on the way he strokes himsef, your eyes crossing every time he twists his wrist at the top of his cock. your perfect mouth paired with the incredibly lewd face you keep making sends him over the edge, pulling his balls out of your mouth with a wet pop!, quickly replacing them with his cock.

“swallow it all for me-”

and you do, of course you do, because no part of you would ever dream of denying him.

“good fuckin’ girl.”

You are not as innocent as you look

Warning/content: nipple piercing (f), fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, praise kink and body worship

A/n: this is so bad im so sorry, i just wanted to throw this idea out cause i love it, but i can't write smut like, at all, so yeah, whatever

Sakusa, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Suna, Atsumu;

You and your boyfriend have been together for nearly a year, but you have never been this intimate yet,at least not until today where a heated make out session led to him being on top of you shirtless and you under him, braless.

Since you always wanted to take it slow with the intimacy, he alwas thought that you were an innocent pretty little thing, but now that he sees the nipple piercing on your left breast, he is questioning all his ideas of you.

He never thought he would be seeing something like this, you've fooled him for good; and now that he sees the truth before his eyes ー that you're a filthy pervert who never told him about your piercing just so you could have this moment, could act all shy and embaressed and hot under his flaring gaze ー he doesn't hold back.

His dick twitches hard at the sight, his red and angry tip leaking in his pants as he worships your body.

"That's so fucking hot, baby" he whispers, touching your pierced nipple gently, playing with the metal between his fingers.

He rubs your hardened bud with his thumb, "When did you get this?"

"Around a year ago, few months before we got together." you pant, meeting his lustful eyes.

He smirks and leans down to kiss your neck, leaving purple hickeys to mark you as his.

"So you planned this all along huh? and here i thought you were such an innocent girl."

It doesn't take him long before latching onto your pierced nipple, nibbling it between his teeth gently, making you moan at the feeling.

"God, you're so perfect." he says as he opens your legs to peck on your inner thigh.

He teases you until you beg him to hurry because you can't take it anymore, and that's when he eats you out like a starved man. No ー he doesn't "eat you out", he makes out with your pussy for his own pleasure and he is not stopping until he is satisfied.

He won't take this further though, because he knows that his pretty baby is not ready yet, so he will wait as much as she needs.

But god is he horny. He can't get enough of your tear stained face and that pierced nipple, it makes him incredibly hard, but all he can do is grind onto your thigh in hopes of relieving some of his stress.

You may not be ready to have sex yet, but he looks so desperate, so needy that you want to help him out somehow.

"Baby, let me help you out, yeah?"

It doesn't take him much to cum with your mouth stuffed full of his cock

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His head was pressed between your thighs, the warmth lulling him to sleep. Your hands coursed through his hair, your fingers brushing off his small knots. Turning his head to make himself comfortable, he noticed something. “Babe have you always had these ?”, he asked, his index finger ever so lightly tracing your stretch mark, immediately making you jolt. “Oh- yeah! I- it’s always been there”, you mumbled quickly, pulling the blanket to cover your bare legs. “I’ve always had these and I didn’t want to tell you because…well it’s not something to be proud of”, you voice came out dull. This however shattered his heart. His hands went back to your thighs, fingers now fully tracing your stretch marks. “I think they’re sexy”, he grins, leaning down to press kisses all over your thighs. “They’re beautiful baby, it makes your thighs look ever more gorgeous”, he smiles, going back to the same spot between your thighs. “Really…you don’t think they’re weird ?”, your surprise was full evident in your tone. “Nope. And I think you should start loving them too. Because, trust me when I say this, they’re beautiful”, he whispered.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI, KUROO TETSUROU, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, TENDOU SATORI, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, MIYA ATSUMU, MIYA OSAMU, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji, TOORU OIKAWA

this girl in my class was sobbing since morning cuz some girls told her stretch marks were ugly and it’s weird. And the urge i had to just drag those bitches and pull their hair out was insane. stretch marks are beautiful bro wtf. i have got some too and i just stare at em and admire em. it’s called self love :) and you should do that too. in conclusion, screw what others say :)

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pt. 2 anyone?

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My mind is a whore house. I've had this video saved on instagram for a while now, and since I've seen the JJK0 movie, I think it fits perfectly for Yuta <33

When he first came to your school, you didn't think much of it like Maki. He was timid and weak - wouldn't last a day fighting curses.

Even you and Maki would talk about him behind closed doors. Not necessarily talking shit per say, but you both pitied him.

"Even with training, he doesn't have much potential. Granted I haven't seen him up against any curses yet, but it's not looking good." You commented while stuffing another mouthful of ramen into your cheeks.

Maki nodded in agreement, "I think Gojo-sensei fucked up this time, he can't just keep picking random kids off the streets."

But Satoru didn't fuck up. In fact, Yuta was the strongest amongst them all. He just needed to be given a chance.

And once that chance was given, no one doubted him again. Yuta was one of your strongest sorcerers, a little rough around the edges, but he wanted to be strong. He had drive and the will power to become incredible.

So both you and Maki would rough him up during training, not because you thought he was weak anymore, but because you both knew he could take it. Because you both had to make sure that he always had some goal to fight towards in terms of training.

What set you apart from Maki though was the way Yuta made you feel. Maki saw him as a peer, a friend, a protector even.

You saw Yuta as the new cute boy.

His pretty, messy hair. That rare smile. His nervous nature. His love for learning. Even the dark circles under his eyes.

You wanted him to yourself.

And it seemed he felt the same.

Because one time, he had slipped into your room during the early hours of the morning to ask you for some one-on-one, yearning for some alone time with you to slip in his chance. You groaned and rolled over in your bed.

"Yuta, the sun isn't even out."

"I-I know, but I really need this training. I want to be strong."

How could you say no? You couldn't pass up a potential opportunity to let your friendship blossom into something more.

When he saw you shuffle around in your sheets and toss you legs over the edge of your bed, he smiled like a child on Christmas morning.

He even took your hands into his, "Thank you! I promise I'll do my best!"

"You're welcome Okkotsu."

Out on the field, you waited for your tea to wake you up. The sun was just barley peaking over the horizon and dusted the sky with yellows and oranges, the soft morning clouds creating the illusion of some grand painting.

You yawned and readied your weapon, "The shit I do for you Yuta."

He giggled and held his katana firmly, "I already said thank you."

"Yeah yeah, let's get on with it."

Little did you know, Yuta had done some training with Gojo. He was swiping you off your feet here, knocking you on your ass there, even got a few solid swings in. You blamed it on the early hour, but deep down you knew that Okkotsu had surpassed you.

On your last round, the sun had risen fully and you knew the other students would be up and about soon. You told him this had to be quick, and he replied cockily with, "With the way you're fighting, it will be."

Goddamnit he was right.

You weren't even two minutes in and he had you on your ass again, knees pining down your shoulders and the wooden prop readied to impale your heart.

With a sigh you smacked the prop from his hands, "It's too early for this, you knew I'd be easy to take down."

Then Yuta leaned down, nose nearly brushing over yours and his large, tired eyes staring mockingly into yours. It was enough to have your cheeks burning red.

"Maybe it's just time you admit you've gotten rusty."

Most of his words came in one ear and slipped out the other, for you couldn't ignore his proximity. With your body pinned to the ground, your mobility was low, so all you could do to hide your evident attraction and embarrassment was to turn your head further into the grass.

That's when Yuta gasped and his hand cupped your cheek, "Oh my God - I'm so sorry Y/n."

The warmth of his hand had your skin searing, "What for?"

"I - ugh - I must've scraped your cheek when we were fighting. I'm sorry." You reassured him there was no reason to worry, "No, let me take care of you and patch this up."

Your words of protest fell upon deaf ears as he drug you by your wrist to the nearest washroom. However, when the sign clarifying the gender of the bathroom came into view, you dug your heels into the ground and halted the both of you.

"Are you crazy? You'll get us suspended!"

As if he knew he had you wrapped around his finger, he slid his hand into yours and laced together your fingers. His hard working palm was rough, but the backside was velvety soft and his nails were well kept.

"Nobody is gonna be in here for another hour, maybe longer. I promise I'll be quick."

Again, you struggled to tell him no, letting him guide you into the men's bathroom and have you stand next to the nearest sink. Beneath it were cabinets where he found some disinfectant and bandages, setting the items on the counter and pausing to check on you.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so rough with you."

You grinned, "Don't be, it's nothing I couldn't handle ."

He replied with his own grin and readied to clean your scape. The burn of the disinfectant made you screw your eyes shut and hiss, startling Okkotsu, but with a guiding touch on his wrist you told him you would be alright.

Once the bandage was delicately stuck to your skin, Yuta let his fingers linger. They stayed to study and file away the softness of your skin and how it grew hotter with each passing second. His mental filing cabinet for you was growing larger by the day, and now by the second.

But then a question popped into his mind: What would your skin feel like against his lips?

"Just for good measure." He whispered, and let his lips dust the skin next to the bandage.

How you bit your lip after your small gasp and scrunched your fists was dually noted. A small, unapologetic chuckle rumbled his chest.

"What's so funny?" You tried to banter with fake confidence.

Yuta shook his head, "Just you."

What felt like centuries and seconds elapsed. You felt everything and nothing at all. His closeness and touch had you entirely enraptured in him.

Therefore he was the only one to bring you back to Earth, more specifically the mens bathroom, when he slipped from your space to clean up his mess.

But you couldn't let him leave. You wanted him in your space forever, blacking out everything around you except for him and bathing in the feeling of how he could make your heart skip a beat. The special way he made your mind completely clear and think every thought simultaneously was intoxicating. Your craving had you acting before thinking.

When he rose from his crouched position, he faced the mirror with you behind him. Through the mirror he admired you and the small band-aid across your cheekbone and another smile appeared. Only that smile was replaced by his jaw dropping and blown pupils when your arms snaked around his abdomen to fumble with his belt.

"What are you-?"

The belt clinked and you began to slide it through the loops, "Let me take care of you."

His pale cheeks flushed a bashful red at your words - quoting him from earlier.

"Please." He sighed.

Yuta couldn't believe this was really happening. Since his appearance at Jujutsu High, all he could think about was you. How strong you were, your sense of humor and grace, just you. And as embarrassing as it was to him, he'd stroke himself to the thought of you in his dorm, pretending that your pretty hand was the one grasping his length.

The day when you'd have him come undone was nearing as he worked to get you attached to him. He just didn't think it would be the same day he had tainted your beautiful face. Nonetheless, his enthusiasm was spiraling out of control and every step closer to your hand or mouth or core milking him was speeding toward him.

Your lithe fingers slipped the button from its slit, then made quick work of his zipper - who knew that sound could be so lewd?

"Tuna Mayo!"

Inumaki.

You knew better than to abandon Yuta on missions or in any other scenario in life, but this one called for your escape. With your head low, you bolted for the exit and stopped just outside the door to listen.

Yuta was a stuttering mess as he worked to quickly slip his belt back on, "I-Inumaki - wait! It's not, oh God, it's not what it looks like!"

"Salmon..."

Some humiliated whispers came from Yuta before he pleaded, "Please don't tell anyone."

"Kelp." Which must of translated to 'Your secret is safe with me' because Yuta followed up with a series of thank you's.

Even you let out a sigh of relief and some of the guilt pooling in your stomach fizzled away. It would the a challenge to face Toge without your body wanting to whisk away in the wind - you owed him.

And you also owed Yuta, who would be using the next chance he got to finish the business you started.