For starters, you didn’t expect to hear your roommate’s frustrated voice cursing loudly from his room. Your laundry basket falls from your grasp from the startling sound. A day meant for completing chores hadn’t changed much for you so much as it had decided to prioritize different tasks. You didn’t think this would be the case upon opening Bokuto’s door.
Slumped against the headboard of his bed sits the eccentric volleyball player, the hem of his t-shirt trapped between his teeth and boxers down to his muscular thighs while his hand is wrapped around his hard cock.
The sound of his door opening has his attention snapping towards the entrance, his face morphing into a mortified expression upon finding you standing there in shock.
“(Y/N)!” Bokuto stammers, his posture straightening as his shirt falls onto his torso. “You’re back early! Um… already done with the groceries, huh?”
“Found everything we needed pretty quickly, yeah.” You force your gaze elsewhere as you find your voice. “You didn’t hear me come in?”
Your roommate doesn’t answer. With the awkward silence that fills the room, it’d be best for you to walk out as if none of this ever happened. Easier said than done when your feet seem glued to the floor and your eyes itch to catch another glance, though.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he insists, panic evident in his tone as he waves his (unoccupied) hand in front of him. “I’m just… uh—”
“It’s fine,” you cut off, surprising yourself with how calm you sound. “It’s completely normal and healthy to, uh, masturbate.” You cringe at the word, your fingers twiddling mindlessly. “Anyway, I should’ve knocked first. I just thought you got hurt when I heard—”
“I wasn’t!” Bokuto blurts. He quickly glances down, remembering he’s still exposed, and tucks himself in just as fast. “I’m training.”
Your head snaps back to face him, your expression perplexed. “What?”
With his face growing redder, you realize that one word was one word too many.
“Gotta up my stamina,” he clarifies, voice becoming somewhat steadier. “The team–well, mainly Tsum-Tsum–was joking about how I’ll stay single forever if I don’t last long in bed.” You don’t get to ask him how he got to that conversation; then again, you’re not sure you want to know. It’s Miya Atsumu he’s talking about. “And, well… I figured I could prepare myself by, um… jerking it ‘til I last longer. I was trying to think about other stuff to stop me from finishing early, but all it did was make me sad.” His tone falters as the tips of his hair droop, a pout forming on his lips. “Now I’m trying not to cry, ‘cause that’s also a turn-off in sex, apparently.”
…
What do you say to that?
The shock from catching him in a compromising position has long since evaporated, and now confusion swoops in to take its place. Your immediate reaction usually would be to laugh, more out of nervousness or discomfort than actually finding anything humorous, but knowing your roommate, he’d take it to heart. You’re also certain that dismissing yourself to resume your tasks is too late, and with Bokuto starting to sniffle, there’s only one thing you even think to do.
“Ko,” you sigh without sounding discouraged, taking your time to sit at the foot of the bed. “I’m no expert on your abilities, but you should give yourself more credit than that. I’m sure with your training, your stamina is more than fine.” You hesitate, unsure if this path is the way to go. Regardless, you don’t allow your face to show your uncertainty. “Even if that isn’t the case, that’s okay! It’s completely normal to not last a long time.” Finally, the wing spiker peers over at you, giving you doe eyes while subconsciously leaning in. “As long as you show your partner that you’re putting in some kind of effort for them, isn’t that what really counts? It doesn’t hurt to ask them what they’re into: you’re no mind-reader, after all.”
You’re not given a response for some time, and part of you wonders if you’ve possibly said too much. What were you trying to reassure him of? Despite the situation, he doesn’t appear as uncomfortable as one normally would. And the last thing you would want is to make him feel that way. Still, all you did was walk in on him at a bad time; you should have walked away.
“What do you like?” His voice cuts through your thoughts. You’re not sure if it’s the meek tone or the question itself that takes you aback, but either way, your brain spirals with more questions of its own instead of an answer for him. And when Bokuto’s expression matches yours, wide eyes and parted lips, his fingers play with the hem of his shirt. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry—”
“No!” you exclaim, causing his attention to snap back to you. It doesn’t take much from Bokuto for you to give in to him. But whenever his eyes glimmer as he beams at you, helping him in whatever he needs becomes worth it. Besides, as dense as he may be at times, he’s still aware of others and their emotions. Making you uncomfortable is never his intention. Maybe you spoil him too much, or perhaps you just trust him enough not to take things too far. Regardless, a part of you is eager enough to want to know where all of this could possibly go. “I mean—it’s fine. Really.”
“I can just ask Akaashi,” your roommate assures, getting up to reach for his phone.
You panic, grabbing onto his wrist before he can move any further. Akaashi’s been through enough.
“Look,” you breathe out the anxiety before proceeding, “We’ve been living together since our college days, Ko. We shouldn’t have to tiptoe around each other about stuff forever. Sure, there are limits, but so long as we respect each other’s boundaries, I think this is something we should be able to discuss.” You chuckle for good measure. “It’s not like this is the first time I caught you in an awkward predicament.”
Bokuto’s face glows a bright red–honestly, it probably hasn’t stopped doing so–as he recalls your implications. Making oneself at home is not a saying he takes lightly; him strutting around the comfort of his apartment in nothing but a towel is a common sight you witness. (The times you caught him in even less are a different story.) An old habit that started as soon as he could walk, even with two older sisters in the house. They moved out once he hit his double-digits, and he doesn’t even realize he does it anymore.
“Right,” he mumbles before nodding at his bed. “The sheets are clean, by the way. Don’t worry.”
Taking his word, you shift closer to the athlete, the two of you directly facing each other with only a foot-long distance between your bodies.
“Okay,” you breathe, eyes not knowing where to look. “What exactly do you want to know?”
Bokuto scratches the nape of his neck, lips pressed into a thin line. “I dunno. I still wanna last long enough to make the other person feel good. So… any suggestions?” When you don’t offer a response, he continues. “I already told you about the sad thoughts as a distraction and jerking it a bunch of times ‘til I can hold out longer—and trust me, I’ve tried a bunch of ti—”
“Okay, okay!” you cut off, raising a hand to silence him. Fixing your posture, you attempt to ignore the heat radiating from your face. “How about edging?” The athlete tilting his head to the side is more than enough of an answer. “Kind of self-explanatory. Just keep making yourself feel good, and then stop when you’re about to… finish.” Bokuto stares at you, though you can’t say if it’s because he’s still processing your words or if his mind is blank. “Totally cool if you’re not comfortable with any of this.”
“I want to,” your roommate perks up, changing his sitting position with a gulp. The reason behind the actions wasn’t hidden quickly enough: you catch sight of his returning bulge before he can lift his knees to his chest. “So,” he coughs, golden eyes focusing on anything that isn’t you, “have you… tried it? Just wondering if it’s any good, you know?”
“O-Oh,” you stammer, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together. “Well, only a couple of times. Not for me specifically, but my hookup liked it.” Hesitantly, you force a glance toward your roommate, whose blush has now travelled to his ears and neck. “Everyone’s different, you know? I preferred telling him when to stop instead of being edged myself. Maybe you’ll like it. Doesn’t hurt to try new things.”
All of this could be going absolutely nowhere, and realizing this makes you subconsciously slouch in disappointment. Talks like these, the personal ones, are rare with Bokuto. You’d discuss the future in your college days, and you’d discover a side to him, a calmer one. This talk’s different, of course. And you’re more than eager to keep it going, albeit just as anxious should a line be crossed. Still, this feels like the longest conversation you ever had with him, which you know is false. A chatterbox if there ever was one, he speaks more than he doesn’t. Sometimes you have to find ways to end the chit-chat yourself. Now you’re the one looking for something to say. Is there anything more to say?
Whatever the answer may have been, Bokuto beats you to it. “Do you want to try? Edging me?”
A simple yes or no question from someone who isn’t looking for anything other than a simple yes or no answer. Yet, with the possibility of where this situation may go being too good to be true, you swallow down your excitement. Just in case.
“I’m a bit confused with your questions.” A timid laugh escapes you as you scratch the nape of your neck, though for once, you’d say you’re anything but uncomfortable. “Are you trying to better your stamina or learn how to pleasure your partner in bed?”
“Can’t I want both?” the athlete purses his lips in thought, the question for him just as much as it is for you.
“Well, yeah. I guess.”
“Then let’s try it.” Bokuto’s eyes light up as his expression becomes serious. You recall seeing him make that face during his games, focusing on the ball before spiking it into the opponent’s side of the court.
A chill tumbles down your spine as a flame rises to your face. “What are you saying we do exactly?”
“Whatever we want,” he shrugs. His nonchalance has you slumping in your spot as you recall being the one trying to reassure him only a minute ago. The myriad of emotions he offers combined with the amount he’s ripping from you taxes your energy: today was meant for chores, damn it. “You said we shouldn’t have to hide stuff from each other, right? Unless you don’t want to, we can talk about and try stuff together and still be friends. You’re pretty smart when it comes to these kinds of things, yeah? Help me out, and maybe I can do the same for you in return.”
Stuff, things. Vague words with thousands of implications. Even within context, your brain spins in a blender trying to find more specific replacements for them, only for them to fluster you further.
But this is Bokuto you’re talking about: a walking contradiction. Spontaneous and comfortable enough to be unpredictable, yet open enough to have a list of weaknesses written out by his peers in preparation. You’ve witnessed his heavy mood swings—helped him out of them, even. You also know, by now, what sets them off. Your answer won’t be one of them, so why walk around those eggshells he didn’t even place before you?
“Okay,” you nod curtly, proud of your voice for not wobbling. Bokuto beams, puffing his chest out.
“Great!” he gushes. A pause. “Now what?”
Bless his heart, you almost sigh as your body relaxes. Instead, you take a deep breath. “Strip, maybe?”
Your roommate nods, humming in approval before immediately shifting his position to swipe his shorts and boxers down.
This isn’t the first time you’ve caught a glimpse of Bokuto’s cock—again, what little awareness he has left flies out the window after he showers. This is, however, the first time you notice the details. You forget how big, how thick, he actually is until you catch sight of it again, and you’re certain this fact will engrain itself in your memories after this experience. The flushed tip and veins scattered around the shaft don’t pass your observation, either, only adding to the intimidation as it stands tall. Is that thing staring at you?
You salivate from the sight, yet your roommate peers at you worriedly, your silence taking him down the road of insecurity. “Does it look gross? I swear, I wash it during every shower and bath—I’m thorough, too! Well, not in a weird way. I mean, like I—”
“Ko!” Your sudden outburst has him clamping his mouth shut and straightening his posture. You soften your tone, your expression almost apologetic. “It’s not that. Your size just… caught me off-guard, I guess.”
“Oh,” he mumbles, taking in your words with a light pink dusting his cheeks. Once your response fully processes through his brain, his eyes widen before he puffs his chest out, a sudden wave of confidence washing over him. “Oh!”
The athlete grins, a chuckle rumbling from his chest as his worries evaporate. You watch with tired eyes, wondering if you should say something to get him off his high horse. You figure no, a happy Bokuto is better than an anxious one, especially in a situation like this. Your focus trails down to your shorts before you hook your thumbs past the waistband.
The duo-haired male’s laughter dies down when he catches sight of you shifting to sit with your legs spread, shorts and panties already on the floor. His stare, plus your arousal so close to dripping from your entrance, sends heat to your face. Your eyes refuse to look up at him, instead training on the sheets you’re certain you’re going to stain.
“Normally, I’d start with foreplay to get me ready,” you mumbled hesitantly, toying with the hem of your shirt. You laugh dryly, almost cringing at the lack of enthusiasm. “But I guess that won’t be necessary this time.”Your fingers take their time sliding down to separate your lower lips. You catch Bokuto’s gaze darkening as it zeroes in on the mess between your legs. “We’re both going to start, but you follow the pace I set for you. If you’re going to cum, tell me and stop when I tell you to. I’m in charge of your pleasure, understand?”
You finally look back at him. Though your words hold power, your tone still carries hesitance. Then again, you never thought your relationship with your roommate would become any more intimate than accidentally using the other’s toothbrush or cleaning their dirty underwear (or catching the other straight out of the shower, you suppose). Despite his lack of predictability, messiness, and loud personality, Bokuto is the best roommate you’ve had. Your movie marathons are full of laughter and inside jokes you wouldn’t trade for anything, he surprisingly plays the role of therapist pretty well with his emotional intelligence as he listens to your problems and offers advice, and he’s your reminder to enjoy life past all things work-related. His attractive physique is also a bonus, with tight shirts giving you plenty of eye candy while every pair of pants he sports compliments his ass. Pair that with his boyish nature, and you can’t help but harbour some feelings you’d rather not admit. This moment may be your big break; you only hope it’s the same for him.
The athlete gives you a nod, words seemingly failing him as his eyes continue to be mesmerized by your slick-stained cunt. You tilt your head upwards, signifying that he can start. With a shaky breath, he wraps his hand around his girth, gathering his precum with his thumb before slowly stroking himself. It’s when he hisses at the contact do you start as well, swiping some of your essence before bringing your fingers to your clit. You sigh as you circle the tiny pearl, eyes fluttering closed from bliss and embarrassment. They don’t stay that way for long, however, as all it takes for you to open them once more is the sound of your roommate whimpering your name.
Bokuto’s head is thrown back as his pace quickens ever so slightly. The light blush on his cheeks evolves into a vermillion veil on his neck and chest, his skin shining from the first drops of sweat forming on his face and body. His cock seems to drool more than it was moments ago, white liquid gliding down his shaft and pooling at the base. The tip isn’t in any better condition, its colour darkening to a more aggressive shade of red. A solid man reduced to a puddle in a matter of seconds is enough to give you your voice back and make your cunt throb.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to cum already,” you quip, though your voice wobbles near the end.
“N-No,” he rasps weakly, brows creasing. “It just feels good, is all.” The wing spiker cuts himself off to catch his breath, and you watch as his chest rises and falls with every pant. “Does it feel good for you, too?”
You breathe a laugh, rubbing tighter circles as your boldness feeds off his uncharacteristic bashfulness.
“Yeah,” you hum, tilting your head to the side. “Real good, but you know,” you spread your legs further apart, “what I’m doing right now to myself, not everyone is into.”
Your gaze falls from Bokuto’s face to his cock once more, watching as he bucks his hips into his fist. For a moment, you imagine being in his hand’s place, squeezing him for everything he’s worth and forcing whimpers out of him.
Your roommate moans. “Don’t care. I wanna know how you feel now.”
Your lids droop at his stubborn words. If he continues the behaviour outside the bedroom, you might remain lenient with him forever. Part of you wonders if that’s even such a bad idea, coddling someone whose happiness will always return the favour.
“My body feels hot,” you start, squirming in your hold as you try to find your following words. “Playing with my clit always feels best, makes me cum real hard, but you know,” your digits momentarily leave the sensitive nub to slide down to your hole, index finger taking its time entering, “sometimes I just need something inside me.” You’re certain you can already squeeze another finger in, and you prove yourself correct as the middle one joins in. Pumping the digits inside you has you mewling and rolling your hips in tandem, making you almost lose your train of thought.
Bokuto whines at your narration, and you both shiver. “Fuck, (Y/N). Gonna… gonna—”
“Stop.” Your voice has a mind of its own once you realize what he was implying. The athlete follows your command without hesitation, though it doesn’t stop him from whining at the loss of contact. You catch his cock twitch, precum oozing down the shaft; the sight alone has you clenching around your fingers, but you don’t halt your movements.
“(Y/N),” your roommate pants, digging his nails into his thighs. “C’mon, I’ve waited long enough.”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to try this?” You purse your lips, clearly unamused. “I only stopped you once.” When all you’re offered is a whimper and pleading eyes, your actions aren’t your own. Along with slipping your hands out of your pussy (much to your displeasure), your newfound confidence asks the athlete, “Do I need to do all the work for you here?”
The question almost didn’t register for him, his brain hazy as his glossy eyes focus on your slick-stained fingers. Bokuto only snaps out of his floating cloud when you crawl to settle between his muscular thighs. You peer at him, surprisingly patient as you await a response.
“I’ll be good,” he barely manages to whisper. “I’ll be so good for you. Please.”
With the prettiest confirmation wobbling past his swollen lips, you shift in your spot as you lean down, your face mere inches away from his weeping cock.
Your out-of-nowhere confidence rush affects your cheekiness as well, making you kitten lick his tip to gain a reaction. You’re rewarded with shaky breaths and a whimper of your name. It’s more than enough to have you engulf the mushroom head in one swoop and suckle it clean. You hardly get to process the tingling of your tastebuds when your roommate suddenly bucks his hips, almost making you gag.
“Sorry,” he stutters breathlessly as you pull away. “Please, don’t stop.”
You narrow your eyes at him, and for someone with such a large build, Bokuto never looked so meek. “Do you, or do you not, want to hold out for me?”
Your sudden coldness makes the duo-haired male shiver. With glossy eyes, your roommate grabs onto your wrist, mumbling apologies and promising he’ll “do whatever you say, be sosososo good.” From what you heard from Akaashi, the athlete’s mood swings are no longer as intense as they used to be back in high school. They don’t overwhelm you any less, though; he wants to make you proud, and you want to give him a day to remember.
With a final deep breath, you swoop back to swallow more of his cock. Easier said than done: you’re certain the only way to take him down your throat is by unhinging your jaw. If you weren’t so eager, you’d take your time with each inch. Instead, you accidentally gag yourself, only managing to regain composure moments later. Your head bobs at a moderate pace while your hands follow along by jerking whatever you can’t take in your mouth. Your slurping and light gagging overpowers the athlete’s grunts and gasps, you notice in disappointment. But when you catch his thighs clenching and unclenching from the corner of your vision, you consider it all worth it.
Your jaw aches; bitterness seeps onto your tongue as Bokuto’s cock continues to leak. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he had already finished. Then he gasps your name: a warning. You pull back once more.
You clear your throat. “Still going, huh?”
Your roommate tries to catch his breath, a shiver of neglect cascading down his spine.
“Please.” His eyes do more pleading than his words and tone, his will close to shattering as he hiccups. “This is the longest I’ve managed to last. I can cum now, right? You don’t need t’keep dragging this on, (Y/N). C’mon—”
You haven’t been keeping track of your little session with the wing spiker. And if his claim is true, there’s no reason to drag it out any longer. Still, seeing him in such a vulnerable place outside his mood swing lows, all teary-eyed and sniffling and red, makes you want to tease him just a bit longer. This is an experiment for you just as much as it is for him now. What happens should you push him to his limit? How far would he go to achieve his release? Would you be the best he’s ever had? Or, the only one he’ll ever want to have again?
There’s always next time to figure all of that out. (Next time? Next time.) If your jaw didn’t feel like it was about to disconnect from the rest of your face, you’d give yourself a little more freedom.
“So needy,” you mutter. “All right. I’ll let you cum this time. Don’t think I’ll always be this lenient with you.”
Whatever implications that last part brought with it, neither of you got to register it; you didn’t want to, and Bokuto couldn’t. The athlete only mumbles his thanks breathlessly as you go down on him once more.
You make quick work, bobbing your head faster than before while your tongue slithers around the shaft and drags along a prominent vein on the underside of his dick. Your roommate does little to stop himself from vocalizing his pleasure, moaning loud enough to mask whatever sounds your mouth is making. Whenever you need a break, your hands join in, jerking whatever they can hold while you suck on his tip. It isn’t until you fondle his balls that he howls.
“Cumming!” Bokuto cries in between rapid and heavy breaths. “Fuck, cumming! Fuckfuckfu—”
A large hand finds itself on the back of your neck, keeping you in place as the owner’s hips buck into your warm mouth. Your eyes widen and water from the sudden invasion, and you have to squeeze your left hand into a fist to prevent yourself from choking on the spurts of cum. You try to distract yourself by listening to the wing spiker’s drawn-out groan—you could probably feel the vibrations coming off from him if you truly pay attention.
The second you’re able to pull away, you do so sputtering. Bokuto’s at your side in a second, hand on your back.
“Shit,” he rasps. “Sorry, sorry. I’m—holy shit, sorry.”
You swallow whatever you can before swiping your lips with the back of your hand, your face growing warm. So much for your little power trip.
You lift your hand to him. “It’s fine.”
A silent “okay” is all you hear from the athlete before the room falls silent. You should probably keep up your façade while you still can, you figure, though words fail you as you wonder where to bring this session.
You furrow your brows at the sudden pang between your legs. You never got the chance to finish, too eager to feel your roommate as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Your thighs clench, something he doesn’t miss.
“Did you, um,” he swallows, “you know—”
“Hm?” Your head snaps up to face him. “Oh! Um, no. Not really.” The athlete falters, the ends of his hair drooping. It’s enough to alarm you. “But it’s not like it’s your fault or anything. I stopped because I wanted to focus on you, that’s all.”
His posture and expression remain unchanged, though his insecurity seems to have moved aside as he rubs his chin, pondering. After several moments, he slams his fist into his palm.
“So now it’s my turn.” The athlete states matter-of-factly.
You quirk a brow at him. “You had your turn already.”
He shakes his head, his face somewhat eager. “No, no. I mean, now I’m going to return the favour.”
You blink, then your hands fly forward, your mouth speaking before your brain fully processes. “You don’t have to—”
Bokuto grabs your wrists, his expression morphing into a heavy one. You freeze.
“I had two goals in mind, remember?” He pauses, reading your face to search for any signs of discomfort. “Let me make you feel good, like you did for me.”
The aching between your thighs answers for you long before the rational part of you does, and you hate how convincing it is.
You sit back, resting your weight on your hands and slowly spreading your legs. “Better make me proud, then.”
Your poor attempt does little to soothe your nerves, but luckily your roommate’s enthusiasm does plenty to move you forward. Lying on his stomach with his legs swinging in the air, Bokuto hooks your knees over his shoulders before eagerly licking an experimental stripe across your cunt. Your surprised gasp is enough encouragement for him as he quickly gets to work, practically making out with your pussy.
He’s sloppy, but that’s to be expected. You’re not sure if he’s just forgotten what you told him before, or if he’s excited to try whatever’s been handed to him, but at least he cares.
His nose nudges against your clit, and you grind against his face to reach for that pleasure. The wind spiker groans, then stops.
Before you complain, one of his hands snakes toward your pussy, tracing your lower lips as he ponders. Once he’s gathered enough slick, he slowly presses a finger into your entrance, watching as the hole swallows him.
You mewl. “What are you—”
“You liked this, didn’t you?” your roommate hums, licking his lips. He sounds eerily calm; focused.
A simple question that you can’t answer, not when he goes back to devouring you. The digit inside you doesn’t seem to remember it’s in there until it suddenly does and wiggles around experimentally until you give the proper reaction.
“Ko!” you wail, hands finding his hair and tugging as you lead the pace. He grunts at the burning of his scalp before trying to slip another finger in without pulling away. The stretch of a second digit makes you wince, what with his hands being larger than yours. Your roommate makes up for it by finally focusing on a specific task; his lips wrap around your clit, suckling on it as his tongue laps at the sensitive pearl. “Doing so good for me, Ko. Don’t stop, okay? Just curl your fingers a bit and—fuck….”
Obedient as ever, the duo-haired male adds more eagerness to his movements, if possible. Your hips continue to grind against his face, matching his rhythm in a sensual dance you’ve both swiftly learned the choreography for.
Your patience soon blesses you with an oncoming orgasm, one you can practically taste so long as the athlete between your legs maintains his actions. You barely manage to warn him of your high, your hold on him growing firm to stop him from ruining the set pace.
Bokuto groans deeply once more, and the vibrations that follow soon after are the last straw for you; hunching over your roommate’s frame, you drag a moan out from your throat as your jaw falls slack. Tremors spread throughout your body, tiny burning sparks from a roaring flame.
However long it drags on, you’re keeping your roommate down. He doesn’t complain (mainly because he can’t): whatever noises he manages to choke out answer in his stead, saying more than words ever could.
Heaven doesn’t last forever: you come down from the high while Bokuto’s lungs find fresh air. Not that he takes the time to breathe it in. Instead, he hastily sits up, pulling you by your shirt to slam his lips against yours. You’ve barely calmed down, and having to process his actions, as well as the sudden taste of yourself on your tongue, heightens your senses.
He hastily pulls away before you can do anything, clearly flustered.
“Sorry!” He’s babbling excuses, or at least, he’s trying to. You pull him back to shut him up, the kiss being far more gentle this time, barely a peck. It’s enough to silence him for a few seconds. “Thanks.”
What for, you don’t know: for the kiss, for helping him?
You smile at him regardless. Dismounting the bed with wobbly legs, you pick up your discarded clothes and put them back on.
“That was fun.” You feel and sound awkward. What you were worrying about before comes back to bite you in the ass, and all you can do is distract yourself by looking at anything but him. “With a bit more practice, you’ll be a master in no time.”
Even with your focus on your shorts, you can sense your roommate perking up at your words.
“So, you wanna do this again, then?” You’re so surprised by his question that you almost miss his hopeful tone and gaze. Your fingers subconsciously pick at the bedsheets.
“If you want?” you say, unaware of the corners of your lips twitching upwards. You never can say no to Bokuto, can you? A weakness of yours you don’t think you’ll ever overcome, but won’t stop asking why it continues to hold you back. Then he smiles, wide and shiny and all the way to his eyes; you forget he’s still naked from the waist down. That’s why you confidently smile back. “Help me with laundry for now, will ya?”
# atsumu . . . you barely allow him to eat you out because every time you do he’s holding onto dear life on your thighs as if you were going to magically disappear if he let your thighs go. but on the occasions you do let him eat you out it’s pure heaven for him. his eyes are shut while you mutter praises while riding his face, he’s extra weak everytime you run your hand through his hair. the blonde loves the feeling of your plush soft thighs and ass, squeezing them tightly that it’ll leave bruisers so you need to pry his hands off you, he doesn’t even know he’s holding onto you so tight because he’s focused on making you have the best orgasm ever as your juices or his drool are spilling over his face.
# bokuto . . . he can literally cum from eating you out. before you could come half way to finishing he had already cummed untouched, and it’s like that the entire time you were sitting on his pretty face. it’s almost a daily task for you to sit on his face every time you have sex, otherwise he’d be bratty if you don’t let him eat you out for hours while his poor cock is getting tortured by being all red and leaky. he’s sloopy and can barely eat you out properly, hence you two being in the same position for hours while he moans continually into your wet pussy. even if you tried to detach yourself he won’t let you since he’s so pussy drunk and lets out whines.
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i’m so fucking rusty at writing so no one pls make fun of me if the writing has changed over the six months 😭
Bokuto grew up in the house next to you, and he was a heavy-set kid so he didn’t have a lot of friends (that fat turned into muscle in middle school though) so he always hung out with you
He was over at your house all the time and while you grew a little distant during middle school, he still considered you his friend until high school where suddenly you both never hung out and seemed like you both just didn’t know each other anymore
He’s always viewed you as just his friend next door that just so happens to be a female
But one day his mom asks him to drop off something at your house and since he’s known your family his entire life he just walks in and he decides to say hi to you and ask you how’ve you been (reminder they’re already in high school third year) and he walks in on you naked - mid changing and he sees you without a shirt and pants and he just entirely blanks and doesn’t move and he’s just staring while your screeching at the top of your lungs for him to get out until you have to for fully shove him out of ur room and it takes a lot because he’s still studying your body and then the door shuts in his face and it like brings him back to reality
So he stutters out an apology and quickly leaves your house and he immediately runs to his house to take the coldest shower possible and while he’s in there he’s figured out this is the first time it’s really hit him that your not just y/n his next door neighbor but your like a literal girl with girl parts and a girl body
And everything embarrassing your helped him through suddenly hits all at once
I’m not talking about the way he used to be heavier than the other kids or how he got made fun of for how much he ate but about the time he peed himself in front of the class because of a presentation he did during the 7th grade and how he went to you to explain to him what’s happening when he got his first boner by accident
I’m talking about how he peed the bed in 6th grade and sobbed on your shoulder about it and how it was an accident and how he was the one who broke the sea saw at the park because it was old and wasn’t made for the weight he held as a kid but you blamed it on this kid who had been making fun of him
He remembers how you watched him fall flat into his face and get pelted with volleyballs and didn’t one laugh at him in 5th, but egged him on about how he was the greatest and he would be on japans national team one day and all he can think of is why the fuck did he have to see you like that
He hates himself for how he saw the wave you waist curved or how your hair fit you so perfectly or how your bra helped your chest look so perfect and your black underwear that hugged your butt and he is in absolute agony about how soft your skin looked and how the problem he had now just refused to go away until he takes care of it to the thought of you and now at school he cannot look you in the eye and can barely grow the balls to acknowledge your presence until he’s paired with you as a tutor because he’s failing math
You can use this idea as a one shot or book idea but tag me cause I would love to read it that’s all I ask
Content- thigh riding, established relationship, lingerie, kinda subby Bokuto, soft dom reader, use of the nickname ‘baby’ and ‘good boy’, kissing/biting, teasing/taunting, swearing, hair pulling, mentions of phone sex, birthday sex, female reader, some overstimulation.
Word Count- 1.8k
Bokuto and reader are both 20
a/n- i was supposed to post this yesterday but i had work 😭, so i’m just posting it now. it still counts. please let me know if I missed anything in the content part. this isn’t edited btw lol. anyway i hope you enjoy this!!
“Fuck” Bokuto sighs
As Bokuto walks into the dark hotel room he places his gym bag on the floor near the door and struggles to find the light switch on the wall. Once he finds it the room lights up and he turns around from locking the door, getting startled by an unknown presence.
“Holy Shit!” he yells, jumping a little.
You stay in your seat on the black chaise lounge in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the boujie hotel room. The lights from the city behind you shape your silhouette and add to the seductiveness of the room.
“happy birthday, baby” you whisper
He looks at you dumbfounded, he really had no idea that you would be here. He’s already been at training camp with the rest of his teammates for 5 days and he’s been missing you like hell. You and him have called each other and ‘talked’ but it’s not the same as really seeing and feeling each other. With his birthday being during training season you didn’t have an option but to be apart for his birthday.
“y/n, what are you doing here?!” he beamed
He runs over to you and picks you up from your seat on the lounge, hugging you tightly and spinning you around. He sets your feet on the ground but keeps you embraced in a tight hug, with his neck tucked into the side of your neck. He inhales your perfume, missing your similar scent and he runs his strong hands up and down your laced-covered back.
“I wanted to surprise you for your birthday!” you smile, pulling away from him so you can talk to him face to face. “I also thought we could try that thing we were talking about a couple weeks ago”
His mouth perks up into a smirk and he finally settles his hand on your hips.
“do you mean, that thing” he smiled suggestively
All you do is nod your head up and down, giving him a teasing smile.
He doesn’t need anything else, he goes into give you a soft kiss on your lips but it quickly becomes more and more heated. The two of you are now messily making out in front of the entire city. Bokuto’s hands move from your hips down to your butt and up again to grab onto your boobs. He starts massaging them with his big hands, lightly running his fingers over your nipples and pulling on them through your lingerie.
In response to his teasing, your hands wander up to his neck and into his hair, grabbing it tightly through your fingers knowing exactly what it does to him. Bokuto pulls away from your kiss to let out a breathy moan. Fuck he looked so hot like this, with your hands in his hair and his head tilted back in an airy moan, it made you want to see more.
You attack his neck with kisses and bites, still keeping your hands tangled in his hair you use it to move his head in the direction you need. You lick your way from the base of his neck to his jawline, sucking tiny lovebites into the skin of his neck.
Bokuto had no idea where to put his hands, with everything you were doing to his neck he couldn’t focus on much else. It was like he was a virgin all over again, awkwardly letting his girlfriend take control and being too turned on to do anything about it.
“ahh- y/n slow-ugh down” he moans
“I thought you like it fast and hard, huh?” you taunt through your kissing
Fuck he thought, you’re using his own words against him.
He didn’t want to admit how hard you’d gotten him with just 20 minutes of making out. He’s been so touched starved for you lately. Fucking his fist every night to the thought of you riding his dick. But his hand just wasn’t the same as the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his thick cock.
You continue sloppily making out with his neck, taking one of your hands from his now disheveled hair and placing it on the front of his jogging pants. He jumps a little when he feels you start palming his dick through his pants. You giggle at how hard he is from just a few kisses and touches. As much as you found it funny you also found it incredibly hot that this god of a man could get so turned on by little-old you.
“are you ready baby?” you ask him through soft pants
You knew he couldn’t wait to have you grinding your pussy on his muscular thigh but just in case he wanted something else first you wanted to ask.
“please” he pants, looking at you with blown pupils
“Please what?” you tease, gripping onto his hair harder than before
“ahh’ he moans “ple-please fuck me”
“good boy”
You lower yourself onto your knees, placing your hands on either side of your boyfriend’s hips. You can see the excitement in his face, all because you’re on your knees for him. He clenches his teeth, waiting for you to release his dick out of his jogging pants that felt all too tight right now.
“aww, did you think I was going to suck your cock?” you taunt, loving the way his eyes light up at the mild degradation.
“yes” he moans “ I did”
“good boy for telling the truth” you praise
You slowly slide his pants off from his hips, down his thick thighs, and finally past his ankles and onto the floor of the hotel room. The first thing you notice is the prominent bulge and stain on the front of his grey boxers. You reach your hand out to grab his cock through the material of his cum-stained boxers.
“Ahh” he hisses “it-its too sens-sensitve”
Smirking, you take off his boxers and his heavy cock slaps against his stomach. Ignoring your boyfriend’s throbbing dick on purpose, you stand up and pull his t-shirt over his head throwing it onto the ground. Now with him fully naked in front of you, you take a moment just to admire really how beautiful he is. From his broad shoulders down to his strong thighs that you never got tired of being between he looked utterly breath taking.
You walk him back towards the king size bed and push him lightly onto the mattress. Once he’s seated on the edge of his bed with his legs spread open, welcoming you to come take you rightful place in his lap, you direct him to sit near the headboard. He does as he’s told and shimmies himself up the bed and places his back against the light-oak colored headboard.
He reaches his hand into his lap and lightly strokes his painfully hard cock up and down, becoming more impatient and pussy hungry with every passing minute. That's when you crawl your way up the bed and into his lap. You can feel the muscles in his thigh flexing and his hand still warped around his dick.
“are you ready Bo?” you ask before grinding you bare pussy against the tensing muscles of his thigh.
“yes, please… make me cum” he cries
You lower yourself onto his right thigh and let out a gasp. You can feel your own slick dripping down the sides of your lovers thigh. The stimulation that your clit was getting felt too good. As you slowing and tantalizingly grind on his thigh you reach your hands out to grab onto Bo. your hands are placed on his chest, grabbing at his pecs to keep stable as you ride him.
“ah ah- bo it-it feels so good” you whimper
“fuck y/n do-don’t stop” he groans
You try to ground down on him hard but you can’t do it yourself so Bo reaches out and grabs you by the hips tightly. Neither of you caring about his finger nails digging into your skin and the marks it would leave later. He guides your hips back and forth of his thigh, obsessed with the feeling of your wet pussy covering his leg and stomach in your juice's.
With the added pressure of your boyfriends hands pushing you down harder and moving you faster than before makes you want to cum sooner than you’d like to admit. Moans and curses fly out of your mouth the closer you get to your high.
“Fuck ahh” you moan “fuck me faster on your thigh!”
Wanting him to feel pleasure too, you lean your head forward and wrap your mouth around one of his nipples. He’s so tense at first, getting surprised at the feeling of your wet-hot tongue lapping at his nipple like he’s done to you so many times. The feeling was new to him but not unwelcomed.
“more... please more!” he cries
Smirking you pull away from his hardened nipple to tease him, the way he likes to be teased. It was easy to get him riled up, a few tugs on his hair or on his pretty pink nipples and he’s putty in your hands.
“you’re so sensitive today” you tease, leaning in to give a small lick at his chest “don’t worry I’ll take care of you”
He shutters when you say that, licking and pulling his most sensitive parts had him going crazy. The dirty talk was a whole other thing, he was usually the one teasing your nipple and calling you a good girl but if he’s being honest he doesn’t mind being a little subby.
You take one of his nipples into your mouth and pinch the other one between your fingers, gently rolling and pulling at it. You suck on his nipple like your sucking the tip of his cock. Switching between sucking and licking both nipples.
Bokuto bounces you on his thigh while still guiding your pussy back and forth. The stimulation was becoming to much and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer with every bounce and moan Bokuto gave you.
The moment you feel yourself letting go you bury your face in your boyfriends neck and bury your hands in his hair.
“Bo-Bo i’m gonna come!” you scream
“me too” he groans “come with me!”
The two of you come together, bucking against each and savoring any type of friction you can get. Your hands stay locked into his hair as he keeps his firm grip on your hips. He comes all over his chest as you make a mess on his legs and the bedsheets.
After coming down from each of your highs the two of you lay cuddled under the covers together. You play with his hair as he gently caresses yours. You lay in a comfortable silence before talking again.
“Sooo?” you question
“so what?” he chuckles
“did you like it?” you ask nervously
He looks at you with those big doe eyes of his with a look of bewilderment of his face.
“are you kidding?” he ask, sounding serious “i love it!” he says cheerfully, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.
“you made me come without even touching my cock” he jokes, a little embarrassed
“I’m glad you liked it baby” you say softly “happy birthday”
I have not been able to get the thought of puppy boy Bokuto out of my head lately-
I just wanna hear his sweet little whines 😫
The way his eyes would go wide at glitter with excitement the second you step in the door-
The way you've barely just sat down and his already grabbing your leg and whimpering so prettily, his fingers digging into your skin as he grinds on your thigh so desperate for your touch
The way his tail goes a million miles an hour when you finally give in and lead him upstairs to tend to his aching cock- you know just how to make him feel as good as possible- all his most sensitive spots, all while he squirms and whines underneath you, cute fluffy ears twitching as you stroke him
You can tell when he's close because he starts to get frantic- harshly bucking his hips up into your hand, toned abs tightened up, eyes screwed shut- his tail that was previously swaying contendly gets faster and faster the closer he gets- you just revel in the sight of this big beefy boy crying out in pleasure-
And when he finishes- oh, when he finishes- he practically screams your name as he cums, spilling out all over himself, your hand, the sheets- (I imagine he has a lot of cum, he probably has hyperspermia) drool drips down his chin as his tongue lolls out of his mouth
And afterwards he's completely worn out- chest glistening with sweat and heaving as he's panting, tongue still hanging out- his whole body is trembling in the aftershock of his orgasm- he can barely keep his eyes open
After cleaning him up you slip into bed beside your cute little pet- his eyes glistening with pure adoration for you, tail gently swishing under the sheets, he completely relaxed in your embrace, and you hear him mumble "Thank you momma.." before drifting off to sleep in your arms <3
a/n: LETS PRETEND THIS HASN’T BEEN MY INBOX FOR A SOLID TWO MONTHS ALRIGHT :DDD HAHHAHAHHAHAHAH but fr im sorry anon this concept is TOP tier and i wanted to keep it for myself
“c’mon baby, please lemme see you. i’ve been so good, been waiting for so long—”
“stop it kou,” you chastise lightly. “don’t push it. listen to just my voice and then we’ll see.”
you can hear the sloppy sounds of him fucking his fist through the phone speaker, breathy whines fading in and out. he wants you so fucking bad—you know it—but you like hearing him get all needy, hearing him beg.
“fuck, fine. fine, fine, fine, please just make me feel good, please i want it so bad, miss you so much—”
“yeah?” you feel heat start pooling in your gut but push it aside for the sake of toying with him. “you miss me? you miss my hand on your cock stroking you faster and faster ‘til you’re crying underneath me? hm?”
“god, yes,” he whimpers. his hand slaps more aggressively against his lower stomach, the squelching noises of his pre-cum against his skin getting louder. “i love it when you touch me and tease me and make me cum.”
“aw, is that right?” you readjust yourself on the bed so that you’re able to touch yourself, slinking a hand down your pants. “and my mouth? you miss that, too?”
he’s barely able to respond, only letting out a high-pitched moan before speaking. “your mouth,” he says breathily. “always so hot and wet and fuck! fuck, why can’t you be here with me, why can’t you be here fucking me and making me cum over and over and over and—”
his breathing stutters, the thrusts of his hand getting sloppier and sloppier and you hear it. you can practically see the way his tongue is lolling out of his mouth, how his abs are tightening erratically, how his adam’s apple is bobbing with every desperate swallow. the visualization sends a bolt of pleasure down your spine and you scramble not to get lost in your own desire.
“but you miss being inside me the most, don’t you? or even better, me inside you—”
bokuto moans, a pained sound that perfectly encapsulates his longing, his need, his yearning for you. “please i’m gonna—please let me—”
“don’t cum.”
at that, he wails, a string of senseless sobs and babbles flowing into your ears. “no, why, why, why, baby? need you so bad, need to cum so bad, just please let me cum, baby, fuck! lemme cum, please, please, god please—”
“don’t do it, kou,” you warn, bringing your phone closer to you to unlock it. “i mean it.”
“but i—”
his voice falters as you push the video call button, the musical ringtone echoing through the call. he immediately picks up and you’re met with the absolutely sinful sight of his tear-tracked face and bitten pink lips, his big golden eyes looking at you on his screen like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.
you stand your phone against the headboard before positioning yourself so that the lower half of your body is in the frame. craning your neck so that your face pops in for a second, you give him a mischievous smile.
“you see, kou, patience is a virtue. and i’ll let you cum, but at least let me join in first.”
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