I'd hope Admin Abel is ok writing this. An nsfw request where Seijoh has a 3rd year female manager and the 3rd year boys have a deal with her (that she willingly agrees to). Whenever they win a match they get to have some "fun" with her that night. Could you write a scenario for the first time the win a match after the deal is made? (like a dick in her pussy, ass, and mouth while she gives a hand job to the fourth boy).

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Lil drabble for kuroo, oikawa, and bokuto where the guy is surrounded by a group of girls after a game or something and they get a little too close for the gf's comfort. So the gf, who is typically more reserved and usually not much of the jealous type, decides to walk over and pull the bf down for a kiss right in front of the other girls. Maybe she says something flirty too? just throw in a pinch of salt ;)

Normally, Kuroo wasn’t too worried about the girls that would surround him after one of their matches. He wasn’t interested in any of them, and he knew that you trusted him. The girls annoyed you, yes - but you knew he wouldn’t do anything, as you’d told him many a time. This time, however, the girls seemed to be taking it a little too far. Brushing against him, gliding their fingers down his arm and smiling coyly at him, looking up at the captain through their lashes. You’d about had enough. “That uniform looks soooo good on you, Kuroo-senpai~!” Bristling, you walked over, pasting a smile on your face as you grabbed his wrist. 

“It makes his ass look great, doesn’t it? Good thing it’s all mine, right?” Kuroo’s eyes widened at your sudden confidence, but not as much as they did when you tugged on his arm, yanking him down to plant a firm kiss right upon his lips. The squealing of the girls died down, and when you looked around a few moments later, most of them were sulking and had already walked off. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Kuroo whispers in to your ear, wrapping an arm about your waist. He’s only met with your elbow to his chest in retaliation. 

Now, Oikawa was a man that reveled in the attention, especially from his fans. They made the effort to support him, and he made the effort to show them his thanks. You always told him you never had a problem with it, but when he saw your eyes blazing as you stared down a girl after one of his matches, he wasn’t so sure. The girl was talking to her friend, rather loudly as well, about just how “hot Oikawa-senpai~!” was. Among a few other irritating, flirty things that they knew reached your ears, judging by the smug smirks they kept throwing back at you over their shoulders. This time, enough was enough - you weren’t jealous. Not by a long shot. But Tooru was yours, and those girls needed to back off. 

Okay, maybe you were a little jealous….Still, you marched right up to your boyfriend, grabbed his collar, and yanked him down to your level for a forceful kiss. There was an amused smirk on his lips at your actions, but you ignored it, kissing him harder and pressing up against his body. One of his hands dipped down to grab your ass, and you pulled back with a little gasp of air. Briefly meeting the girls gaze from the corner of your eye, you grinned again, and spoke just as loudly as they had. “You always leave me breathless when we kiss.” He, too, glanced over to his fans, before leaning down to kiss you again. 

Bokuto was pretty dense. So when his fans swarmed him after another victory, squealing and telling him how cool he was, all he could do was laugh, high off his win. “Oh, oh! Bokuto-senpai, can I feel your muscles? Your arms look soooo strong. That must be why your spikes are so amazing!” One girl cooed, voice sickly saccharine. He grinned, golden eyes sparkling as he nodded, and she reached out to squeeze his arm, before squealing and fluttering her lashes. “You must work out every day~” She purred. 

God dammit, Bokuto. He had to stop being so innocent. Marching over, you smiled sweetly, reaching out to pull your boyfriend towards you, setting your hands over his toned torso. “Oh, he does. Believe me.” You shot her a wink that Bokuto missed, clearly alluding to…less than innocent behaviour. She narrowed her eyes, but you ignored her - instead, pulling your boyfriend down for a kiss. Not knowing what was going on, but never one to refuse your attention, he squeezed you tight and returned the gesture, a small ‘mmm’ vibrating against your lips. The girl pursed her lips, huffing a little before spinning on her heel and storming away. 

Ohohohoho ;) if i'm not mistaken, i see that the ask box is open~ so i will sin & ask for admin abel to write a scenario where the tsukishima brothers have a crush on the same girl, however said girl is kei's s/o & akiteru "accidentally" hears them do the dirty & kei just makes her scream his name even louder knowing that his brother is on the other side of the door/wall ~personal kink anon ;) *cough cough, sorry i haven't sinned.. school takes over my life*

((PKA, you’ve just touched on one of my weaknesses. I hope you’re happy because I’m currently dying as I write this. 

-Admin Abel))

Kei was pissed. Completely and utterly pissed. He loved his brother, yes. Akiteru was family. He meant a lot to him and to be honest, there wasn’t much Kei wouldn’t do for him, even if he denied it to everyone, including the older Tsukishima himself. The one thing he would not do, however, is share you. You were his, and dammit, he wasn’t going to give you up for anything. 

The young middle blocker had spent so much time trying to win you over, anything to make you see him in a better light. He’d been less than stellar company when you first met, but he worked to change that. All because of these feelings that plagued him, that wouldn’t leave his mind. Because of the images of you that haunted him at three in the morning. Because of the way he imagined your fingers curling around his cock in place of his. Because of the way he imagined your pretty little lips doing absolutely sinful things to him. 

He’d thought it was lust, at first. That he just wanted to fuck you and all would be well. But when he found himself wanting to make you smile, to make you happy, to hold your hand and take you out on stupid little dates, he knew he was in too deep. 

The day you said yes, the day you accepted his confession, awkward grumbling to himself and all, was the day he knew that he was so wrapped around your fucking finger, he knew he’d never be able to go back - even had he wanted to. 

But then, a few months later, he brought you home. All he wanted was for you to meet his family. His parents? Sure, they adored you. But Akiteru….he wasn’t blind when he saw the look that glazed his brothers eyes. The eldest Tsukishima child wanted you. Of course his parents chose that night to go out with some friends, leaving Kei with you and his brother. 

Which is how Key found himself  here with you, knowing that Akiteru would be finished his shower at any moment - and yet, he kept you mewling and crying out, begging for him to stop teasing you and fuck you. 

“Ah ah ah, my dirty little girl.” Kei smirks, and he leans over your half nude body, dragging calloused fingers along the tender skin of your stomach. “I need to make you melt, first.” The words are whispered in to your ear, and you do just that - but it’ clearly not what he’s really after, because the very next second, he’s kissing down your torso and tonguing the edge of your pantie line. 

You squeal, and he chuckles, vaguely hearing the bathroom door creak open on those squeaky hinges. 

Perfect. 

“You know what to do, princess~”

“T-Tsukki! Please, I can’t take it!” 

-

‘What?’ Akiteru pauses, towel slung over his shoulder and boxers hanging low on his hips. He’s facing the oak door in front of him - the one leading to his brothers room. His face warms as he hears your desperate mewls, the panting and gasping and he just knows that his brother must be doing this to torture him. 

He hears you moan again - ‘Tsukishima’ this time - and he hisses, cock throbbing in his boxers. Fuck, if he closes his eyes, he can imagine it’s him doing this to you, especially if you keep calling out that name. 

Swallowing thickly, unable to believe he’s really about to do this, he tugs his half hard arousal out of his boxers, licking his lips and taking it in his hands. Oh god, he can almost feel your fingers around him, see the flirty smile on your face as you rub against his thighs. ‘Are you going to fuck me with this? Bend me over and claim me?’ 

…Shit. 

-

“A-Ah! I-I caaann’tt-!” You’re crying, tears streaking down your face from the unbearable pleasure as Kei goes down on you, his tongue searching out all the right spots and his smirk twisting his lips as you fall apart. Good. He wants to watch you let go underneath him. Wants to watch as he is the one that makes you scream. Anything to let his brother know that you are off limits. 

He pulls away just before you cum, and you sob out miserably, tugging on his hair as he glides over you, making sure to slide his body perfectly against yours. He’s already naked - having stripped the moment the two of you entered his room. 

Then he’s kissing you, hot and hard and lord you can taste yourself on his tongue, and you feel like absolute sin for enjoying the bitter flavour that floods your senses, mingling with a taste that’s purely Kei. Your fingers are in his hair, brows drawn together as you whine and rock in to him, clinging and tugging and desperately trying to tell him what you need. 

He’s not stupid - he never has been, especially not in matters pertaining to you, and he’s rubbing the head of his arousal against your heat, grinding against your clit every now and then, and chuckling low under his breath when you release cry after desperate cry. 

“Beg me to fuck you.” 

“Fuck me! Please, fuck, I can’t- I feel so hot. I need you inside of me before I go insane!”

“How lewd of you.” Kei chuckles against your ear, but he’s obliging to your wishes, snapping his hips forward and burying his cock inside you, setting a hard, brutal pace from the get go. You’re crying and whinging and your fingers are in his hair one minute, then scrabbling at his back the next, long, red scratches left by your nails against his pale skin. 

-

“Fuck, h-harder! It’s so good”

Akiteru can hear you inside the bedroom, and he’s panting harder, tugging at his cock as he leans against the wall, airy gasps falling from his lips as he lets his head rest back. His eyes are closed, still trying to picture you in front of him, on top of him, in his arms as he takes you hard and fast, making you scream like you’re doing inside of that bedroom right now. 

Hips are bucking in to his hand, and he’s ashamed that he’s so close, already. Would he last longer if he were with you? Or embarrass himself by releasing so early?

-

“You’re so tight.” Kei grunts, body jerking hard in to yours, the headboard slamming against the wall from the brute force. There’s sure to be dents in the drywall when he’s finished, but he’s too busy fucking you right now to give a damn. He scarcely remembers why he’s doing it in the first place, hardly regaining any awareness over the fact Akiteru is outside the door, listening to his younger brother fuck you as far as your limits can take you, and then some. 

After the bathroom door opened - the hall never creaked with footsteps, Aki’s bedroom door never clicked close - there was nothing. No sound. Which lead the younger brother to believe he was listening to you, just as he had hoped that he would. 

He needed to prove that you belonged only to him. 

“Are you close?” He’s purring in to your ear, and you’re keening in response, trying your best to match his tempo but falling short, instead swiveling your hips and earning pleasure groans from him in response. 

“Y-Yes.” You sigh, head falling back. “S-So fucking close!” 

Kei smirks, nipping at your ear. “Cum for me.”

-

Akiteru is close. So damn close. 

He can feel his stomach twisting, tightening and burning as he approaches his orgasm, hand moving faster, squeezing tighter, eyes closed as he tries to image the way you would finish him off. 

You’d be riding him, hands on his chest and gasping softly, head thrown back and hair a wild mess. One hand would leave his torso, snaking between you to tweak your clit as you fucked him, thighs slapping against thighs as you bottomed out on him again and again. 

Finally, you’d tense, part your lips, and scream his name-

“K-Kei!!” 

Akiteru is almost disgusted as he cums when you do, even to his brothers name. His release is sticky and coating his hand. and he’s panting softly against the wall. Fuck. He’s really rather pathetic, isn’t he? 

The blonde smirks wryly, looking at his messy hand, before shaking his head and waiting for his legs to stop shaking to carry him to his room. He needs to clean up, he thinks, before the thin piece of oak is clicked shut behind him. 

-

You came hard as he told you to, and Kei is rather pleased, but unable to smirk - to do anything other than pant and gasp, really - as he continues to take you. He can hear Akiteru’s door close, and knows the elder man is gone, hopefully realizing once and for all that he was not to touch a hair on your head. 

You belong to Kei. 

You’re his. 

No one else’s. 

Possessive thoughts are whirling about in his head when he cums, and it’s hard and desperate as he locks his hips with yours, a guttural, garbled groan spilling off his lips and melting in your ears, bringing forth pleased mewls and whimpers as you slowly sink in to the mattress. 

Kei follows suit, gathering your sweaty, naked body in his arms and kissing your forehead. You hazard to ask what exactly brought it on, but your boyfriend only smirks and kisses you again. 

“I’m only letting you know who you belong to.”

Could I request for Daichi making love to his girlfriend because she's been feeling stressed and he just wants to make her feel better? ( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑

((You just know that Daichi would beso sweet and gentle and loving throughout the whole thing oh my word-

-Admin Abel))

“Did you want totalk about it?”

Seven words thatopened up the dam in your chest, that parted your lips and spilledout all your worries, your insecurities, all the silly things thatpiled up to stress you out beyond belief. It seemed small at the time– a low grade on your test, slow traffic making you late for work,burning your dinner, noticing you’d put on an extra pound – butwhen they added up, you felt as though you would break.

Daichi had satpatiently through the entire rant, pulling you in to his arms andletting you sit on his lap, a single hand resting on your back anddrawing firm, but soothing circles against it.

Eventually, you’dfinished, and your eyes were watery and your head hurt but honestlyyou felt a lot lighter, and judging from the soft smile on his face,Daichi wasn’t judging you for your issues.

“It’s hard wheneverything piles up.” He finally spoke, and his tone was gentle andsoft, like the fingers that carded through your hair, cupping yourcheek to lift your head up a little. He kissed your forehead,lingering for a moment and letting you soak up the warmth, beforepulling back to nuzzle your nose a little. “You can come to methough, okay? When it starts to be too much, I’m here.”

Your lower liptrembled a little.

“I love you.”

Sniffling, youturned away, rubbing at your slowly drying eyes, burning slightlybecause of your tears. He chuckled, swiping away the tracks on yourcheeks. “Stop being perfect.”

Daichi bumps yournose with his once again. “Can’t do that. My girl needs me.”

You open and closeyour mouth, searching for something to say in return, but all you cando is shake your head and utter; “How did I get so lucky?”

There’s a softsmile on the captain’s lips, eyes gentle as he brushes his thumbagainst your cheekbone. “I ask myself that every day.”

And then he’skissing you, and it’s warm and gentle, with just a hint of insistencelingering in his touch. You’re winding your arms about his neck,holding him closer to you and returning his gesture, eyes closingtightly and giving yourself to the feeling of his hands on your body.Daichi shifts you in his lap, so your legs are on either side of hiswaist, before grasping the bottom of your thighs as he stands fromthe couch, holding you tightly against him.

He whispers againstyour lips, breath warm and sending shivers down your spine. “Let memake love to you.”

“D-Daichi, I-”

“I want to showyou how lucky I am.”

You swallowthickly, and instead of answering him, you bury your fingers inshort, raven locks and kiss him again. One hand slides from yourthigh to under your ass, his forearm holding you up as his now freehand finds the wall, slowly guiding him to your bedroom.

His knuckles bumpthe handle, and he twists it, pushing it open and stepping insidebefore kicking it closed with his heel. There’s a brief period wherehe’s lost in your kisses, in the way you feel against him, and hedoesn’t move from his spot in the middle of your room.

But then herealizes why he’s here, and he gently lays you down on the bed,easing on with you as he kisses down your throat. You’re keeningsoftly, hands raking through his hair and nails lightly scratching athis scalp. His lips are hot as they move down your chest, over thesmooth skin of your collarbone to the edge of your shirt. For amoment, he mouths softly at the exposed skin, his fingers glidingslowly up your torso to the buttons of your shirt, popping them openone by one.

Your skirt isskewed as he tugs the hem of your shirt from the waistband, flickingthe last few buttons before letting your shirt hang on either side ofyour torso, crumpled against the bed – and then his lips are on youagain. They start at the swell of your breast, kissing down over thematerial that covers it, and inching along the valley of yourstomach. There’s a brief moment where his tongue swirls around yournavel, before he’s back on his path and nipping at the waistband ofyour skirt.

It’s only the soundof your shaky breaths and the rustling of clothing that break thesilence, but neither of you seem to mind. You’re communicating in afar better way than words could ever hope to reach.

During thesethoughts, you find he’s sliding his fingers in to your skirt,pressing against the crotch of your panties and chuckling at thedampness that he feels against his skin. You’re so responsive forhim, and he adores it.

His index fingerscurl in to the sides of your underwear, slowly gliding them down yourlegs and off your ankles, leaving them to sit somewhere on the bed –your skirt is following the path and you feel cold, shivering as coolair washes over your body in a gentle wave.

Daichi is back overyou again, and he’s kissing you tenderly as calloused fingers glidebehind your, over the skin of your back and to the clasp of your bra,freeing the hooks with practiced ease, tugging it away from yourarms, and then it’s gone, joining the pile of clothing at the foot ofthe bed.

“You’restunning.” He whispers against your clavicle, and a soft, breathysigh escapes your lips as your hand laces in to his hair, holding himto you as he dispenses open mouthed kissed along your previouslyunadorned skin.

It’s only brieflythat he pleasures you in this way, because the next moment, he’sstraddling your hips on his knees, reaching behind him to grab theback of his shirt and tug it over his head. Years of practice havetoned his body in the most delicious of ways, and his muscles rippleenticingly as he moves above you.

You’re reachingout, sliding your fingers down his stomach, and he’s shivering aboveyou and watching your every move and you feel powerful. Handsshift to his pants, and you’re unbuckling his belt and popping thebutton in an instant, eager to see what you know is waiting for you.

He’s already hardwhen you pull the remaining clothing over his ass, and he hisses ashe’s met with the cool air and the chill of your fingertips. Youtease him for only a moment, squeezing and tugging and licking yourlips, and it’s the last action that does him in. He’s pulling backand kicking the hindrance off his legs, laying against you andallowing his body to press every which way against your own.

“Daichi~” Yourvoice is a coo, and he hums softly as he kisses you again, eyeshaving fluttered to a gentle close. He’s slipping a hand between yourthighs, testing the waters. Satisfied that you’re wet enough to takehim, he carefully guides himself inside you, a low, garbled groanfalling off his tongue as you envelop him. You always feel wonderfularound him, and it never fails to make him stutter in his movements.

He catches himself,both of his hands finding yours, lacing your fingers and pressingthem in to the mattress by your head, locking his gaze with yours,and then he’s moving – slow but sure and god it feels so good.

You’re whimperingagainst his ear, and his breath is hot against yours, hips pullingback only to glide forward again at a steady pace. Daichi liftshimself up a little, looking in to your eyes and resting his foreheadagainst your own. His mouth slips teasingly over yours in featherlight touches each time he takes you, and you’re tilting your chin tocatch it in a slow kiss.

There’s a sheen ofsweat along the both of you, and its gliding the two of you smoothlyagainst one another, easing the friction that would normally hinderyou. “You’re perfect.” He whispers praise against your lips, andyou keen softly as he arches his back and his hips swivel perfectlyagainst you.

You’re mewling hisname, and he murmurs against you again, “I love you”, “You’rebeautiful”, “I’m so lucky”. Things that have you edging closerand closer to your orgasm as he rocks in to you slowly.

He looks at you,and you really look at him, for the first time that night – hisface is scrunched up a little, one eye is currently closed. He’spanting softly, and he twists his hips a little and bites his lip,letting out a low grunt as both eyes close for a moment. Then he’slooking at you again, gaze dark, face flushed from exertion and hishair damp from sweat. You look down, and his stomach tightens,muscles moving deliciously as he takes you, and you wiggle your handsaway from his to reach for his arms. They land on his biceps, andlord, you can feel the tendons as he holds himself up, the musclestight and quivering as he struggles to keep himself up a littlelonger.

Swallowing thickly,you look back up at him again, in to his eyes, and you’re gone. Ahigh, keening mewl of his name falls from rosy lips, and he’sswallowing it up as he kisses you. It seems he was waiting for you,as he follows after you, and you can feel the warmth inside you as hehits his release.

There’s a tenderperiod of coming down, his chest against yours and the both of youcan feel the others heart beat, loud and throbbing. When you’vecaught your breath, he slides off you, kissing you again andgathering your tired body in to his arms.

“Do you see it,now?” He murmurs, and you remember his words from before this allstarted.

“I want to show you how lucky Iam.”

You chuckle –albeit tiredly – against his chest, leaving little kisses along thesweaty skin. “I do. Thank you, Daichi.”

His fingers are inyour hair, and you don’t have to look to know he’s got a warm, tendersmile on his lips. “Of course. Anything for you.”

Your heart swells,the stress having melted away entirely. “I love you.” Daichichuckles, and he tilts your chin up to kiss you slowly – themeaning clear in the way his lips move against your own.

“I love you, too.”

How Asahi, Lev, Kuroo, Akaashi, Kageyama and Kenma would react if their s/o suddenly lays down into their chest? I love your blog, btw :D

((KENMA MY SWEET-

-Admin Abel))

Asahi would all depend on how long the two of them had been together. If it’s only been a while, he may freak out a little at first, eyes wide and wondering what the heck he should do. If it’s been long enough that he’s comfortable with them, he’d offer a little chuckle, wrapping an arm around them gently, thumb stroking their waist or their wrist. 

Lev would be far too happy. He’d grin and tug them even closer, ruining a cute cuddle session because he was too eager to hold them in his arms. After a while he would settle down, but it would take a few moments to finally wriggle back in to a comfortable position. Once they did, he’d tilt his head in a way that he could still look at them, wanting to be able to see their face. 

Kuroo, like Lev, would be insanely happy. However, he wouldn’t get overly energetic. Instead, he’d coo something teasing about how much his partner wants to be near him, probably peppering a few kisses along their face, stopping once they scrunched up their nose and pulled away. After they settle back in to place, he’d hold them tightly, probably falling asleep with the warmth atop him. 

Akaashi would treat it like a normal occurrence - though inside, his stomach may be doing flips. Like Asahi, he’d drape an arm lazily around them, pecking their forehead before playing with their hair. This is probably one of his favourite ways to unwind after a long day - he secretly loves cuddles. He probably is also the kind to leave lazy little kisses along their face every once in a while when they least expect it. 

Poor Kageyama would totally freeze because oh shit what do i do. He’d stare at them for a moment, gaping like a fish, until they stutter an apology and move to pull away. Then he’d jerk in to a response, a hand on their shoulder and murmuring a shaky ‘it’s okay’. The smile on their face would calm him considerably, and he’d come to find that, so long as they were away from prying eyes, this was one of his favourite ways to pass the time. 

Kenma would also freeze for a moment - and depending on how far along their relationship is, it would affect his behaviour. If the two of them rarely had contact besides an innocent peck here and some careful hand holding there, he’d remain rather tense the entire time. If he’s come to the point where he’ll openly take their hand, or kiss them softly (albeit shyly) in front of others, he’d relax swiftly, putting his hand on their shoulder and squeezing softly for a moment, before letting go again. 

ayyy can my smol sinner self request Kuro going down on his easily embarrassed gf for the first time and her not expecting it since it's the first time anyone has ever done that to her. thank 😉

((Um hell yes you may. As always I’m writing filthy smut. If any of the terms from my recent Bokuto smut make you uncomfortable, make sure you don’t read this one, okay?

-Admin Abel))

You aren’t entirelysure how you got in to this situation. You don’t think Kuroo reallyis, either. All you know is one minute, the two of you were watchinga movie, cuddled comfortably together on the couch, and now he’s onhis knees with his fingers on your thighs and his breath dangerouslyclose to your cunt.

You’re shivering,face stained red and the tv honestly just background noise, barelyregistered over the hammering of you’re heart. Gods above, you’renervous. It took you months to work up the nerve to initiate yourkisses – so this was entirely new territory for you.

There’s some primalin his gaze, when he looks up at you, something sinful about the wayhis tongue curls across his lips, as though ready to savour a meal.

Savour you.

The thought crossesyour mind, and you blush darker, a shy little mewl spilling off pinklips. Kuroo chuckles as he flips your skirt up, dark eyes ablaze withsomething you honestly can’t quite make out – though it’s becomingincreasingly more obvious when he zeroes in on the slowly dampeningspot on the crotch of your panties. “Is my little kitten eager formy tongue?” He all but coos, and his voice is so dangerously low,so perfectly sinful as it falls off his lips, that you find yourselflifting your hips towards him, daring to meet his gaze over the planeof your torso.

Kuroo chuckles, andyou whine, burying your face in your hands. He doesn’t let that stophim, and he’s curling his fingers in your panties and pulling themdown to your ankles, only bothering to pull it off one leg – aslong as it isn’t in his way, he doesn’t care.

Once again, he’slooking at you with unconcealed hunger, a harsh, low growlreverberating in his throat as he bites at your thigh. You shriek,hands falling to your thighs and curling in to fists, head backagainst the couch while he chuckles against soft skin. Your skirt isbrushing against his face, and he pushes it away, sliding it up yourass so the material is out of the way. “Hold your skirt up for me,babe.” It’s an order, and you do so without hesitation, grabbingthe front of it and pulling upwards. It slides up your waist alittle, until you’re holding the hem against your chin, hiding behindit when he fixes you with that stare again. “Feel free to scream.”

It’s the last thinghe says to you, before burying his face between your thighs, zeroingstraight in on your clit and making your whole body jerk. Red bloomsdown your neck, to your chest – the colour mottled against yourskin. Whether from the sudden raise in your body heat, or theembarrassment flooding your system, you aren’t sure.

Not that you canbother thinking about it, with the way he’s forcing your thighs apartwider with his large hands, callouses rubbing against your skin andcausing a delicious friction. You’ve always loved his hands. They’relarge, and always warm – worn and rough from playing volleyball somuch. Now they’re pressing against your skin, a wall of give and takeas he pushes at them, kneading the skin a little and then pushingagain.

His mouth is hot onyour cunt, tongue lashing wickedly between your folds, always glidingback up to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue, chuckling whenyou squeak in pleasure every damn time.

It’s your firsttime like this – first time being intimate with your boyfriend, andyour release is already fast approaching. One hand leaves your skirtto dig in to his hair, and the appreciative growl he gives you is sosinful it has you moaning in response.

“K-Kurroooo-”You whine his name, the tone shaky and lilting as you grind your hipsin to his face, lips parted and gasping for air. He groans againstyou, wrapping his mouth around your heat and sucking hard. Youshriek, both hands now in his hair as you lean forward, hunching overhim and gasping his name again and again – like he’s your fuckinggod and bringing you straight up to heaven.

“Come for me,sweetheart.” He purrs, two of his fingers inside you, twisting andcurling and doing straight up wicked things to your inner walls, yourlower stomach tightening and clenching as you gasp his name in a bodywracking sob. Tears are pooling in the corner of your eyes, andyou’re holding him between your legs, thighs twitching as the urge towrap them around his head threatens to overwhelm you.

“Fuckfuckfuck ohmy god Kuroo please I’m s-so close don’t don’t don’t I can’t-”

It’s a garbledmess, and it pleases him, knowing his mouth is what’s bringing you tothis point. Finally, his tongue swirls around your clit and you’regone, all but screaming his name as your entire body tenses,trembling weakly as you cum hard. He’s chuckling softly, gentlylapping up the mess and helping you ride out your mind blowingorgasm.

Finally, you slumpback against the cushions, and when he looks at you, eyes dark andface slick and oh god he’s hard-

You hide your facein your hands again, and he smiles, reaching for them and pullingthem away from your face. He looks at you like you’re a goddess, andyou wilt under the stare, feeling more than undeserving of such agaze. “You were great. Don’t worry.”

“I didn’t doanything.” You protest weakly, looking to the side with a shakywaver in your tone. Kuroo chuckles, and lets go of yours hands –sitting beside you a moment later and kissing your cheek. His lipsare dry, and you assume he wiped his face off on the blanket orsomething, as he gathers you in to his arms and peppers your face inkisses, praising you over and over again.

You shift, and hisarousal bumps against your ass, his breath hissing through his teethas he grits them tightly. “….May I…?” You look down, and it’shis turn to flush, looking away and scratching his head.

“Babe, I didn’tdo that for….for you to pay me back. I-It was just cause I wantedto.”

“And I want to dothis.” Your voice sounds shaky, unsure, but you’re positive, andyou look at him with a pink face and your lip between your teeth andlust burning deep behind your eyes.

“….Aw fuck,are….are you sure?” He’s the one who’s shy, this time, and heruffles the back of his hair.

Instead ofanswering him, he watches as you glide seamlessly to your knees.

I'd like to request a funny lil drabble where bokuto has a cousin or sister about his same age and he tries to set her up with kuroo so that "we'll be real bros, bro" but she ends up with akaashi

The sounds of shoes squeaking and volleyballs being hit could be heard echoing around the gymnasium as the various teams played against each other with all their might. It was only the second day of the annual training camp and all the boys were starting to feel the burn in their muscles. Hearing the whistle being blown, Kuroo let out a soft sigh of relief. “Lunch break, everyone!” One of the managers announced loudly to them, prompting a stampede of hungry males to burst through the doors and head in the direction of the cafeteria. Gesturing for his teammates to go ahead, the captain of Nekoma grabbed his water bottle and sat down on a bench to take a breather. Nekoma and Fukurodani had been at it for ages, their scores never going past a one point difference. As far as his stamina went, Bokuto was still bouncing with energy. His thought was immediately supported by the owl captain appearing in his line of vision, a bright grin on his face. Greeting him with his signature lazy grin and a drawl of “bro”, he earned himself a longer drawl of “bro” along with wiggling eyebrows.Plopping down on the bench next to him, Bokuto grinned, golden eyes shining in excitement as he spoke. “So, bro. I came up with a genius plan.” Raising an eyebrow, Kuroo gestured for him to continue. “I asked my sister to bring me something, so she’ll be stopping by later. If you wow her with your amazing skills, she’ll be smitten and BAM!” He spread his arms wide with a smug grin before continuing, “We’ll be real bros, bro.” Snorting, Kuroo patted his shoulder before standing up. “We’ll see.”-You huffed in annoyance as you made your way towards the gymnasium. All you had wanted to do was stay in your air-conditioned room as a blanket burrito while watching your favourite anime and stuffing your face with snacks. Productive stuff. But, no. Your older brother, who was away at volleyball training camp, had decided to forget his spare knee pads and summoned you out of your cave to bring them to him. Being the ever loving sister you were, you agreed. And here you were, back in school during the holidays. Lovely.On your way to the gymnasium, you spotted the coach of Fukurodani walking ahead of you with a few other coaches. Increasing your pace, you caught up with them. After politely bowing to the coaches, you informed the Fukurodani coach of the reason you were here and asked if it was okay for you to enter the gymnasium. Nodding, he gestured for you to go ahead, adding that the teams had just finished their lunch break and had yet to continue with training. Thanking him, you quickly made your way into the gymnasium, ignoring the stares that were immediately directed towards you and brisk-walked to the side of the gymnasium that the Fukurodani team was occupying. “Nii-chan!” You called out upon spotting him, prompting the captain to turn around. Eyes landing on you, he grinned and bounded over. “(f/n)-chan!” You held out the paper bag which contained his knee pads to him, returning his smile. “Here.” Eyes lighting up, he took the bag from you before bringing you into a bone-crushing hug. “Thanks, (f/n)-chan! You’re the best sister ever!” You rolled your eyes, but hugged him back nevertheless. Pulling back, he held up his index finger. “Wait here.” Turning on his heels, he hurriedly made his way over to Kuroo so that he could drag him over. Shaking your head at your brother’s antics, your attention was quickly diverted at the sound of a light cough. Turning your head, you were met with a pair of slate grey eyes, your eyes brightening significantly as your lips parted to greet the male.-“You’ll love her, I swear. You just-” the words died on his lips as his eyes landed on you, your arms around Akaashi’s neck while his hands rested at the small of your back as you both conversed. “WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN???” He screeched, looking utterly shocked. You raised an eyebrow while your boyfriend responded calmly, “We got together just after New Year’s, Bokuto-san.” Ignoring Kuroo’s snickering behind him, Bokuto could only gape at his sister and his setter. “WHY WASN’T I AWARE OF THIS???” “You never asked,” you pointed out, earning a mixture of a whine and an exclamation of disbelief. Suddenly, the owl captain perked up, grin on his face again. “Wait. Does that mean Akaashi is a bro now?” “Bokuto-san, please.”