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— Bokuto Kotaro, Kozume Kenma, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Akaashi Keiji x f!reader

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BOKUTO KOTARO

When he’d told you after a grueling practice with the team that he needed something good to eat you didn’t think you’d find yourself with your thighs pinned open, your knees pressed to your chest and his tongue buried in your creamy cunt.

“Ko, please,” you sob, your body twitching when he hums in response, just watching you with his golden eyes as he sucks on your clit, pressing his tongue to the bud when you pull his hair.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when a harder lick makes your nub throb against his tongue, “yeah cumming huh” he coos against your folds, rubbing two fingers on your upper wall.

He almost cum in his boxers when you squirt in his face, your cum running down his chin as he runs a hand through his hair and pulls his fingers away from your sensitive pussy, “that was hot, pretty” he moans wiping the lower part of his face with the back of his hand.

Bokuto smiles satisfied as you slump down on the pillows, his eyes bright as he licks his fingers and pulls his fat hard cock out of his boxers, “you can do that here too, pretty.”

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iwaizumi brainrot hours 😩

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

You didn’t think that giving a flirtatious smile to your boyfriend on your way home from a party would land you in this situation.

But here you are, with Iwaizumi’s hips slamming into your own and your palms pressed against the car window, your moans filling the small space. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck as he fucks you senseless, groans spilling out of his lips at the sight of his cock disappearing into your dripping cunt, walls soft and clenching around his length.

“Ah, shit. You’re so pretty, y/n…” his calloused hands grip your waist tightly as he continues thrusting into you at a pace that has you practically drooling. He moves one of his hands up your back, tracing between your shoulder blades and knotting his fingers into your hair, tugging it slightly.

“R-right there…” You head is spinning and you can barely form coherent thoughts, the only thing on your mind is Iwaizumi, and how his cock is hitting that one spot inside of you that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“You gonna cum, pretty baby?” You can hear the strain is Iwa’s voice, and you nod your head, hands curling into fists against the window as you feel your high approaching. Every inch of your body feels like it’s lit up with a vibrating electricity, and you can barely remain upright as your orgasm hits you, legs shaking and sounds of pleasure leaving your lips.

“Fuck.” You feel Iwa’s load spill inside of you as his grip on your waist tightens. Leaning over, he kisses down your back as you both catch your breath.

“Hopefully no one was walking by at this hour.” He helps you back into your dress, cradling your form and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I doubt it, Iwa.” You lean into his touch, letting out a small sigh. “Not that you care, do you?”

“Not at all. People should see themselves as lucky if they even get a glimpse of you.” Taking your hand, he assists you in getting back into the front seat, and he starts the car.

“Let’s just go home. I’m exhausted.” Your eyes flutter shut and your head rests against the window, and you can’t help the sleep that overtakes you as Iwa drives you both back home.

osamu doesn’t remember the last time he’d slept a full, undisturbed eight hours. between two restless toddlers and early morning prep at the restaurant, he often found himself awake before his alarm, and tonight isn’t any different.

he isn’t sure what time it is when he feels a hand patting at his cheek. the room is still dark when he manages to peel one eye open, and sure enough, he finds the culprit leaning on the edge of the bed, blinking at him in the darkness.

he mumbles his daughter’s name sleepily, curling an arm around her to ensure she doesn’t fall as she clambers up onto the bed. osamu scoots back, mindful of your sleeping figure as he makes room for one more. it’s definitely not the first time he’s woken in the middle of the night to find her or her sister squeezing into bed with you both, so he thinks the purchase of a brand new big kid beds for the two might have been a little premature.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, reaching up to push her messy bangs out of her eyes. “did you have a nightmare?”

she just shakes her head, leaning in so her nose nudges his. “‘m hungry.”

osamu, eyes already drooping, just hums. no nightmare, no monsters hiding under her bed that he needs to scare away.

“daddy,” she pleads, gripping his shirt sleeve. “wanna snack, please.”

“okay,” he sighs, knowing that there was no way he’d win against a hungry three year old in the middle of the night. “in a minute. just cuddle with me for a bit first.”

she doesn’t hesitate, crawling under the covers to snuggle into his chest.

“what do you want to eat?” he asks, tucking her head under his chin. “want me to cut you some mango? some cheese and crackers?”

“yes, please!”

not really an answer, but he’s a little too tired to ask her to clarify at the moment. “shh, baby. you don’t want to wake your mom.”

they stay like that for a while, his daughter humming the theme song of her favourite show and picking at the hem of the duvet as he gets one last wink of rest. he’s gotta be up in a few hours. he’s gotta go on a jog with his brother and be back in time to help with breakfast before heading to the restaurant. he’s gotta–

“snack now?” his baby asks, beaming up at him hopefully with eyes he can’t possibly say no to.

“alright, c’mon,” he sighs, pushing himself up and scooping her into his arms. he pokes her tummy, grinning when she giggles. “let’s go downstairs and put some cheese and crackers in there.”

osamu flicks the lights on when they make it to the kitchen to pull the fridge open, father and daughter squinting through the refrigerator light. he grabs a block of cheese and places it in her waiting hands before setting her on the floor.

“go grab your stool, baby,” he murmurs, chuckling as she gets up on her tiptoes to place the cheese atop the counter. while she drags her little wooden step-stool up to the counter, osamu gets to work cutting a few slices, nodding along and agreeing to the nonsense his daughter babbled as he worked.

“what are you two doing down here?” he hears you ask, looking over his shoulder to see you, your other daughter propped up on your hip and rubbing sleepily at her eyes.

“someone wanted a midnight snack,” he answers, opening up the cabinet to grab a second plate. you set the other twin down so she can grab her own stool. then you lightly nudge his hip with yours, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before reaching around him to steal a piece of cheese off the cutting board, heading over to the pantry to unearth a box of crackers.

“these girls have your appetite, samu,” you tease, setting a few triscuits on their plates. “remember back in our first apartment?”

he remembers it quite fondly, actually. sitting side by side on the kitchen floor at three in the morning, sharing anything from a tub of ice cream or leftover onigiri from dinner. it's years later and he's still doing the same thing, awake in the middle of night sharing cheese and crackers with you and his daughters.

it’s been a while since osamu’s had a full night’s sleep, but he really doesn’t mind.

split | suna rintarou

pairing: suna x reader

tags: fluff, friends to strangers to lovers

word count: 2.0k

in which you and suna both miss your flight back to tokyo and you find yourself confiding in an old friend as you wait for the morning to come

for @sxphilia - lol shay you read this already but here, ily <33

everything seemed to be going wrong today.

first, your alarm wasn’t set properly so you woke up an hour late. second, your taxi to the airport arrived late, which only led to you inevitably missing your flight back to tokyo. and to top it all off, the next flight was four hours from now. it certainly wasn’t a big deal, you’re expected back at work the day after you arrive anyway. but there’s been a lot on your mind recently, a debate you just wanted to solve, yet it only seemed like you could start working on it when you arrived back in tokyo. so at the moment, all the what ifs and scenarios just marinated in your head, waiting for some kind of decision to be made.

and your current situation did absolutely nothing to help.

you were leaving america to return home from tokyo. you were there for a prospective job, finally having the chance to follow the career you spent years dreaming about. but japan was your home, and america was so far. you lived in tokyo all your life, your friends, your family, everything was back in japan. you were at a crossroads, unsure of which path to choose.

your old life, or the career of your dreams.

and your vacation only made the choice worse.

the flight attendant nods apologetically again when he hands you your ticket. “thanks,” you nod.

“of course,” he replies, “have a nice day.”

“you too.” but as you walk off a familiar voice makes you freeze in your tracks.

“yes hi, i just missed my flight is there any flight i can take instead?”

you hear the flight attendant’s voice, “yes, of course. where are you going sir?”

“tokyo,” he replies, and your heart drops.

that’s not who you think it is, is it?

“i’ve got a flight at 6 pm tonight,” the flight attendant answers.

wait, that’s your flight.

“sounds good,” and you can hear a hint of disappointment in the familiar voice, turning around to face the desk again.

“alright sir,” the flight attendant nods. “let me just print out your ticket.”

the boy doesn’t turn around, yet his stature, his hair, it just looks so familiar, and before you know it, you’re stepping closer wanting to indulge and curiosity and see the boy.

“thanks,” he replies before his eyes find yours.

it’s him.

“y/n?”

“suna?”

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꒰ 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.”

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 :)