Public Sex With The Boys

public sex with the boys 👀👀

— 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂

;ft — timeskip!miya atsumu, miya osamu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintarō

warnings — nsfw 18+ f! reader, breeding, exhibitionism, praise, degradation, a little oral fixation ig, hair pulling, oxygen play? use of puppy in bokuto’s. if i’ve missed any lemme know.

a/n — pls exhibitionism is my favourite, i was so happy when i seen this request omg. got carried away w atsumu’s sorry he owns me.

#MIYA ATSUMU

— big exhibitionism kink. he adores you. he’s no shame in pulling you into the nearest bathroom if you’re going to look that fucking good, any chance to remind you and others who the lucky guy is that gets to fuck your sweet cunt whenever he wants. date nights regularly ending with you pressed against the wall in a random bathroom stall, he can’t help it when you’re dressed up so pretty just for him.

“t-that’s a good girl.” atsumu’s fingers tighten around your jawline, tilting your head towards his own as your back arches against his chest, your fingers grabbing at the cold tile walls infront of you, desperately trying to ground yourself from how full you feel, tight walls stretched around his fat cock as his hips continue to smack against yours from behind. your body jolts with each of his thrusts, the position allowing you to hear each of his deep groans as his other arm wraps around your waist, keeping you upright as he fucks you mercilessly in the bathroom stall at the restaurant. “need ta be quiet, princess—ughhhh, shit—am the only person, that gets ta see how pretty ya look like this.” your mind feels foggy as your lips part, but his tongue is quick to wrap around yours, pulling you in for a messy kiss as he swallows your moans along with his own. he continues to piston in and out of you, the squelching sound grows louder as he breaks the kiss to clench his teeth, hissing into the crook of your neck “g-gonna cum, angel. shit, can feel ya tightenin’ around me baby, yer g-gonna cum too ain’t ya? f-fuuuck—so tight.” its only a few more thrusts until he’s bottoming out inside you, panting and groaning as he allows your tight walls to milk him of his orgasm, your own pussy creaming around him when you feel him fill you up with cum, choked praises flowing from his lips “f-fuckin’ take it baby—ughhh—y-yer so good, a love ya, ya know that?” finally pulling out as he grows soft and over sensitive with a playful pat on your ass “keep it in for me, baby. yeah?”

#MIYA OSAMU

— sometimes you just can’t help yourself when his muscles are bursting out his work shirt, not that he never has any problem making sure you’re taken care of. regularly fucks you in onigiri miya, if it’s closer to closing time he’ll be bold and fuck you on the counter, depends how desperate you are for him, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

your moans are muffled around his thick digits as he stuffs them into your mouth, drool coating his fingers as he continues to roll his hips against yours, heavy cock gliding against your sensitive walls as he leans over you, pressing you even harder into the cool counter below you. “gotta keep that pretty lil mouth quiet, sweetheart, shiit—“ you babble mindlessly as his cock reaches deeper, as if he wants you to be loud, his other hand tightening around the back of your knee, spreading you wider for him while your slick drips onto the same counter he was serving customers at around twenty minutes ago. his blown out eyes meet your own as his lips part, his pelvis brushing against your clit each time he bottoms out, your cunt clenching in response causing him to grunt and clench him teeth, each thrust loud and clapping as his pace quickens, heavy balls slapping against your ass only driving you closer to your own release as he groans “that’s it princess—f-fuck—gonna f-fill up this needy lil pussy, that’s what ya wanted, ughh—ain’t it?”

#BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

— loves fucking you in public, although he just loves fucking you anywhere i’m all honestly. especially after msby win a game, what’s a better trophy than feeling your tight cunt squeeze and cream around his fat cock, not even waiting until you get home - everyone knows to avoid the locker rooms when they see bokuto drag you in there.

his pace is brutal, hands digging into the flesh of your ass as he slams you down on his cock, choked praising falling from his mouth as you chant his name, head thrown back in utter bliss, tits bouncing each time he ruts his hips upwards to meet your own, stuffing you full. “fuck puppy—ughhh—you f-feel so good, fuck so good.” his eyes are locked on the place where you both meet, watching your slick drip down his heavy cock, your thighs shaking at either side of his thick thighs with each snap of his hips. “k-kou, please.” he coos, your jaw slack as your eyes flutter closed, the coil in your stomach tightening as his pace quickens, so much power behind each thrust that you almost go limp from pleasure, his own strength keeping you upright as he continues to fuck you greedily, so obsessed with the feeling of your walls clenching around him as he pants below you, babbling as he nears his own orgasm “shit, puppy—nghhh—y-you’re so wet, gonna cum, fuckk—you gotta cum too.” you feel his cock thicken inside you before you’re clamping down around him, feeling his creamy cum fill up your sensitive pussy with a low groan, fucking it back into you with shallow thrusts as he presses soft kisses to your shoulder “y-you’re the best puppy.”

#IWAIZUMI HAJIME

— hes easily wound up. feeling your fingers trace his biceps through his shirt at the team dinner, your gaze lingering on his slowly hardening cock in his slacks, palm pressed against his chest as you whisper into his ear. it doesn’t take much to have him dragging you into the nearest empty corridor, trying to keep you quiet as he fucks you dumb with his fat cock.

his gaze is sharp, bottom lip sucked tightly between his teeth as he tries to silence his own low groans, but you’re pussy is just squeezing him so tight. your back is pressed tightly against the wall behind you, your hips lifted up against his as he supports the rest of your weight with his arm, the other clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet over the music of the still bustling party, but instead the lack of air makes you even more sensitive “quit being s-so fucking loud, doll—nghhhh—“ he hisses through his teeth, lowly groaning under his breathe as he continues to fuck your creamy pussy, eyes half lidded at the sight of you being completely drunk of his cock. “ha-haji—“ your words are muffled against his palm but you feel so full, his fingers probably leaving bruises in your ass with how hard he was grabbing it but your cunt keeps sucking him in, warm walls clenching down around the sensitive head of his cock like you’re trying to milk him, causing him to bite back another groan “keep that pretty mouth shut princess, s-shit—i’ll give you what y-you want.”

#SUNA RINTARŌ

— he just lives for teasing you but he thinks it’s so cute when you try to do it back, like he won’t bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you just like that. he doesn’t care if your friends are just in the garden outside, maybe you should’ve thought about that before your hand brushed his cock one too many times, you were basically asking for it.

“r-rin, we can’t they’ll hea—“ your sentence is cut off by a whimper when you feel his hips slap against yours, skirt thrown over your ass as he presses you against the kitchen counter, his chest pressed flush against your back. “hmm? better keep quiet then, pretty girl.” his voice is laced with teasing, body leaning over your own as he continues to fuck you slowly, his pace isn’t quick but the jolt of his hips is powerful, your ass clapping against his hips with each thrust. he pants into your ear as his fingers trace your stomach, pressing down gently with a low groan, your head leaning back to rest against his shoulder. “s-such a fucking tease—ughhh” his words are low, followed by a shakey exhale as he continues to fuck you like you can’t hear your friends only a room away. your mouth parts to let out a choked moan of his name only for him to stuff two of his digits inside instead, pressing down on the back of your tongue to muffle your noises “do you want to get caught brat? nghhh, shit—or do you want y-your little friends to know how good i’m fucking you, baby?”

I missed you! How are you today? 🥺

omg i missed you too!!! ive been so busy with work and now i’m house sitting for a friend but rn i’m working on my event asks before i go out to dinner.

how are you??? i hope youre doing well omg you’re so sweet ty 💘💘💘❤️

Honey and Wine

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

◙warnings: blood (in the vampiric sense), fingering, cunnilingus, fucking soft????? intimate sex?? creampie, overuse of the em dash, aged up (he’s like real old bc vampire so age gap too?) Smut (18+) minors and ageless blogs do not interact

◙word count: 2.6k

◙summary: Tempting Megumi since you have met him results in exactly what you wanted.

◙note: for the Creature Feature collab!!! Thank you @viixens and @natsuonii for letting me join I loved writing this!! Also if there's mistakes or if it sounds like gibberish I'm sorry, I wrote a lot of it in a day 😙

It doesn't hurt.

A beating heat throughout your body, a pin-prick on your neck, a wave of fuzziness that has you holding onto the lapels of his jacket.

Intoxicating — drunk off the feeling with a barely-there giggle next to his ear. Warmth beating through your body, as if your heart is a hummingbird — low-flying, set on a branch with wings beating on the inside of a cage and letting the vibrations echo through the cords of your veins.

Those pin-pricks on your neck accompanied with soft petal lips feel like when you finally reach the top of a roller coaster, just about to drop — like you are flying for just a moment with nothing else able to hold you back, and maybe you could reach for a cloud if you tried hard enough.

But you do not have to reach far to feel something so soft. The skin on his belly and hips is smooth like satin, cold to the touch but warms up quickly to your deft hands.

And just when you think you have flown too high, he pulls away from your neck. A lick, a kiss, and then he’s pulling you in again. Lips on yours, red staining the cracks until tongues tie. Where you taste iron he tastes something sweeter.

Like icing but not where it makes your teeth sore from the sugar, like a sunny morning breakfast with coffee and cinnamon. With every kiss it feels like he’s breathing you in. You warm him up like red wine and fill his lungs like smoked hickory and Cuban cigars. Addictive in every sense of the word and he’s always made sure to never give in, especially with you, but now he is falling.

Falling into your touch, leaning into kisses and never but a breath away. Heavy-lidded looks trade so easily between the two of you. Tempestuous eyes baring into yours — dark, like the clouds right before the rain falls and you know lightning isn’t far. His gaze is partially scolding, a “why did you push me to my limits” but he falls so quickly to your adoration. Arousal sitting high in your blood — he tasted it and now he can smell it.

It makes him clench his jaw, roll his tongue into the side of his cheek. Resisting the urge to just take you here and now in this unknown alleyway behind some bar no one remembers the name of. You deserve better than that, even if you are the one who wants him fuck you against the brick in this dark street. One last kiss, swapping red-tinted spit until it’s gone to prevent suspicion and then he’s situating his coat over your shoulders, the one you were using to pull him closer.

He’s pulling you along, strides almost too quick and too long to keep up with especially with your loss of blood but you manage to trip minimally. He does slow down for you to interloop your arm into his, much more in character for his gentleman disposition, but it doesn’t make the walk to some nameless motel any less of a blur.

You can feel a trickle of blood from the bite he made running down your chest, barely catching on your collar bones before continuing its journey. The only worry you have is if someone sees it, stops you to ask if you are okay because you are more than okay. In fact, “okay” is an understatement. Shifting his coat to cover your chest better is what you focus on though when you enter the motel.

Blinking away fluorescent light until your vision adjusts, you just trust him to lead you where you both want to go. Once you do finally see him in something brighter than a streetlight, Megumi looks a mess. Skewed and halfway unbuttoned shirt, hair that’s obviously been mused, and you on his arm looking no better.

You can barely hear what he’s saying to the person at the front desk but it is short and quick, to the point per usual. Even he can hear how quick your heart is beating, excitement and anticipation — it only makes you more intoxicating, stirring something deep within him he tried too hard to suppress around you.

The moment the door to the room shuts you are on him, he was going to be hesitant, you already know it, check-in and see if you really want anything else to happen but you are more than sure. Hands back on his hips and under his shirt, he takes the cue easily. Jacket falling off your shoulders and Megumi swears you are something out of a painting. The culmination of all his good dreams about you put into one single moment. Blood that has barely dripped to your breasts makes his throat catch and now there is a hand at the back of your neck, pulling you away only for the storm in his eyes to drink you in.

It’s a struggle — debating whether or not he wants to keep looking at you or to put his lips on you but he meets the look in your eyes that are begging wordlessly for him and his touch, and decides that giving into your wishes is more euphoric for both of you. He’s already spent so much time just observing you anyways, now is the time for action.

He is still so soft with you — treating you like porcelain and glass. Kisses petal-soft on the tops of your breasts until he is meeting the red trail with his tongue. Each lap he makes with his tongue is punctuated with a kiss, holding you tight to him and letting you muse his hair as he does so until he is at your neck again. But he doesn’t bite again. Not yet, at least.

Instead, he leads you to the edge of the bed, almost unable to keep his lips off you, even if he has to lean strangely to do so. Again he is scolding himself because you deserve better than some run-down motel too. But you look at him like he is the only thing in the room, the only thing in existence — not at the torn carpet with precarious patterning, not at the tacky headboard or cream-colored walls, not even paying attention to how the door had to be slammed shut twice to fully close.

Only him. Sacramental blood, communion wine but dedicated to him — you satiate his pride and lust and all the other sins he’s told not to indulge in.

You are much rougher with him than he is with you, tearing and tugging at his button-up until a few fall to the floor and he’s able to slip out of it. He’s sneaking his hands under your dress, sliding until it gathers at your waist and your hands stop him. Bringing him to stand in front of you and playing with the edges of his belt while kissing the defined v-line. He’s all lean muscle and silk-soft skin, leaning into your touch and letting you stroke his cock through his dark denim jeans.

It feels wrong, somehow though. As if you are below him like this, sitting on the edge of the bed while he stands so you can service him. Though he would love to indulge at a later date, for now, he wants to focus on you. So he takes your hands off him, curling around your wrists to kiss the inner parts of your hand while he settles before you on his knees.

Your thighs are pillowy, molding into his grip and accommodating for his body. He has gotten down on his knees many times in his life but this is the first he’s wholly believed is valuable, tangible, worth it. Your skin between his fingers, your belly under his lips, dress thrown off somewhere in the room, and seeing you almost fully bare is ascension. Lithe fingers work over your breasts before he is slipping them to the edges of your remaining underwear. Black lace with his black nails, he can’t help but find it fitting.

“Are necks the only place you bite?” It feels like you have broken him from a spell of worshipping you.

They definitely don’t need to be.

His chin runs along your thigh, allowing you to prop it on his shoulder so he comes closer to the warmth of your cunt.

“I can’t take too much-”

“I know. I trust you.”

You shouldn’t, he thinks. You are placing so much on him, it only makes him more desperate to please, desperate to protect, desperate to show just how much he cares for you, how much he-

No, he can’t address that right now. As much as his mind is filled with you and only you, he needs to focus on pleasing you, not how he feels.

Again, he caves as he did before. Crumbles before your wanting gaze, and with a lick of his lips he is sinking his teeth in once more and just the sight strikes you at your core. Submitting to your wants and his own desires, his face pressed into your thigh for his tongue to graze over the bite again and again.

Addiction? More like medicine. Honey and wine sticking to his throat and coating his heart, Megumi can’t help but be filled with your warmth. You make him feel human again — heart beating just as fast as yours almost in synch, blush tainting his cheeks and chest, a hesitancy with how he moves — he’s in too deep and drowned in you but he could not be more thankful.

Your cunt is still in his sights, peaked and pretty, presented just for him. Megumi is not one to reject his blessings nor opportunities. Seeing your cunt dampened sends him deeper down a trench of desire, thumb coming to spread you open more while the sweet taste of your blood lingers on his tongue.

Light-headed but not enough to feel sick, you arch your hips into his thumb once it brushes against your clit and you fall back into the bed. The hymn of your moans — his name rolling off your lips, you fill all his senses, fulfill all his sins. He tries to be gentle but seeing how your body jolts when his thumb rolls over your clit is, simply put, quite cute. He twists his hand around so two fingers tease your entrance until the warmth of your cunt engulfs them. God, your insides are warmer than your blood. Pulling him in and wanting more and more until he's licking at your pussy instead of the bite mark on your thigh. Savoring the taste of you, your blood on his tongue and your juices sticking to his lips.

He is not shy about it either, he is loud. Sucking your outer lips noisily and fingers dipping in and out of you with twists that make your thighs quake. With every blissful feeling he gives you, you only reach closer to teetering off the edge until you are falling with the flick of the tongue and letting his own sympathetic moans vibrate through you. There’s a sting in the roots of his hair from where you are pulling but that only makes him gasp into your cunt before pulling away. Watching your thighs shake and come down from a high, licking your cum and slick off his fingers until you are beckoning him to you, childish grabby hands that make him laugh but he leans over you nonetheless, elbows next to your head and gazing at you like you own the world.

An epoch of his life, with every kiss and caress he turns into a liquid puddle all over again. Your thighs frame his, trying to grind up into him desperately.

“Want you,” it doesn’t matter if there’s still a lingering taste of blood and your cum on his tongue, you kiss him anyways, “please.”

He bends. For you, easily he bends to your will and he would rather break than disappoint but hearing you beg for him, that you want him?

“Anything for you,” and it is true, you make his blood sing like nothing else, the conductor of the chorus of his heart.

And so his pants join the rest of the clothing on the floor, cock long and leaking and flushed just like the rest of him. Hands staying on your body to grope and feel at every inch of your being, you accept him wholly. Arms wrapped around his neck and legs spread for him to push the tip into your fluttering cunt. He pushes and watches your face change all the while, eyes stuck on how your mouth hangs open and you suck in a breath, how your eyes roll back when he bottoms out. He could die happy now just from seeing this, experiencing this, experiencing you.

As much as he wants to watch you fall apart before him, he is overwhelmed with the pure feeling of everything. Your blood sitting high in his own, fuel to an already fanned flame, and the plush walls tight around him, connecting each other. Face stuck in your shoulder and wrapping his arms behind your back. With strength that can only be inhuman, he pulls you upward, somehow situating you on his lap and facing each other.

It’s intimidating almost, looking someone in the eye like this. Intimate, disturbingly so but it only brings him closer. He’s determined to keep your chest against his because he can feel your heartbeat like this, along with your chest brushing against his. Dim motel light does nothing to stop your eyes from meeting his, his hips rolling into yours and his arms pushing you down into the rhythm. You try to keep up but it’s hard, trying to push your hips into his when the feeling of his cock stretching you and poking at the soft ridges of your insides to get you to fall again.

But it’s not like he cares that you can’t keep up with the rhythm, he would do anything for you remember? That includes moving your hips into his when you can’t. To thank him there is a dumb smile on your face and a messy kiss pressed to his lips and jaw. He can feel you this time, all of you clenching down on him as you curl into his shoulder. You are thrown off the edge once again, precipice reached with a yelp and a swipe of his thumb punctuated by your teeth on his neck.

It doesn’t hurt. Despite the little “ow” he breathed out. If anything it makes him feel fuller than ever and with one more thrust of his hips and the sputtering clenching of your cunt he’s sent into his own oblivion. Holding you close and letting you stay latched onto him by the teeth as he pants and fills you to the brim.

Once the tenseness from your orgasm slackens, you pull back inspecting the bite mark on his neck that is insanely human. You look a little proud, a little tired as well.

“What was that for?”

No animosity is in his voice, just breathy and curious. Your thumb brushes over the mark you made on his neck.

You have half the mind to possibly answer “revenge” but that does not quite fit. “Retaliation” does not work either.

Rather it’s more simple, “you’re mine.”

Megumi has never heard truer words spoken, and he has lived a very long time.

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characters: bokuto + iwaizumi + kageyama + kenma + suna + tsukishima + (gn!reader)

warnings: kinda nsfw

part one / part two

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Hey how are you?

THE GIFS ARE SO CUTE THIS MADE MY DAY TY!!!!!!!!!!!!

my day at work was lowkey kinda bad and i hurt my knee :( but i saw my bestie after work and we drive around for hours screaming old songs so everything got better. how about you love??? i hope your day was amazing :) ❤️❤️

ahh i’m sorry things have been on the rougher side, but you’re right!! you will get through it, and i do hope things get better <3

i’ve been pretty good recently, just missing you a ton tbh 🤍

no no it’s alright things will get better they always do!! ive been through worse ❤️❤️ i appreciate your support so much you don’t even know

and i’m glad to hear that you’re doing good!!! you deserve nothing but peace and prosperity in your life.

ive missed you too omg it feels like i’m never on here :// but you should be seeing more of me soon. hopefully