I love the idea of usually collected and indifferent Kenma, getting super horny, so much so, that it makes Kuroo (who's usually throwing sex jokes around and being a tease) get flustered and shy 😳
I was like hold on I swear I’ve had this thought before. apparently it’s a hc of mine that bokuto fucks in his sleep lmao. bsky.app/profile/bokk...
#bkakkrkn 🔞 | thinking about akaashi and kenma waking up in the middle of the night to the lewd, wet sounds of bokuto’s cock thrusting in and out of kuroo’s throat.
kuroo woke up wanting a taste and bokuto ended up tangling his fingers in his hair and fucking his face in his sleep.
thank you 💗💗💗 ikr I feel like I could go on and on and on about this!!! and I just might!!! 😅
ME TOO!!!!!! 😩💗
🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼 ooooo this is my song!!!! I love them being so neeeeedy for each other 😌💗
THEY’RE SO HOT RAAAAHHHH thanks for reading squid 💗
“bashfully discussing trying cuddling” THEYRE SO ADORABLE IN EVERY UNIVERSE
// fin
let’s all dance. 🕺🏼
“I just can’t help myself when it comes to you, baby,” bokuto says in between licks and hums, giving him a cheeky smile.
he can’t believe it. there’s no way this is real, but it must be.
akaashi smiles right back.
“then we are the same.”
before akaashi can register what he’s doing, bokuto reaches down for the hand in his pants, plucking it out and bringing it to his mouth to suck on his fingers.
akaashi watches him in a daze, his hole gushing slick and clenching around nothing.
not being able to take it any longer, akaashi shoves one of his hands down his pants, swirling the pads of his fingers around his neglected clit.
they reach their peaks together in a harmony of whines and howls, bodies heaving as they slowly come down.
“I’m going to knot in my fucking pants,” bokuto growls, and akaashi feels himself slick up even more. “can I kiss you, baby?”
they do—they kiss with their mouths open, moaning and breathing into each other. bokuto keeps a hand at akaashi’s jaw, supporting him so he can deepen the kiss even further.
bokuto opens his mouth with a wet pop, latching his lips onto akaashi’s skin and lapping his tongue to gather the oils that’ve accumulated.
it’s dangerous that his teeth are so close to where he can be claimed. akaashi doesn’t think he would mind at all.
“you smell like sweet cream, keiji,” bokuto hums, one arm around him while his other hand brushes his hair off his forehead.
it’s been hours, the morning turning well into the late afternoon.
akaashi even turns to lay flat on his stomach so bokuto can lay on top of him, his hips grinding with more force against his ass as they rub their necks together from this angle.
it’s euphoric—pure and absolute bliss.
bokuto grabs his hoodie from off his desk chair and brings it to akaashi’s nose so he can rub his face in it, they maneuver under the covers so their scents can be trapped inside.
they lay tangled together for a long time, rolling around and taking turns with who’s on top, switching sides of their necks and holding hands so the scent glands on their wrists can touch.
another moan, “bokuto-san—“
“koutarou,” bokuto says between pants, rubbing their necks together and kneading the plush of his hips, “say koutarou.”
“k-koutarou.”
“scent me, please,” he whines, arms and legs wrapping around him as best they can. when bokuto shifts and their scent glands touch, akaashi moans.
“oh, /god/—“
“baby—“
akaashi’s never heard bokuto swear this much, and he kinda likes it. there’s so much he likes about this.
there’s nowhere for akaashi to go, no way to escape.
this is the best he’s ever felt.
“oh, /fuck/,” bokuto curses, his entire body enveloping his own, “akaashi, baby, you smell fucking amazing.”
he may not even realize it, but bokuto’s hips are grinding subtly into his as he lies on top of him.
his head is cushioned by the pillows and bokuto’s firm hand as he’s thrusted back by bokuto’s weight. he gasps when he feels bokuto’s nose pressed up right against him, and purrs when the alpha inhales deeply.
“will you take them off?” bokuto’s question sounds a lot more like a command, and then, softly, “…please.”
one off each wrist, two off his neck, the ones on his inner thighs have to stay for now. akaashi leans to discard them in the small bin next to bokuto’s bed, but doesn’t make it.
akaashi’s omega whines from within, wanting more. “what else?”
bokuto’s fingers curl into his palms, head rolling slightly.
“that I should rip your scent patches off.”
akaashi’s head tilts.
maybe he shouldn’t have asked, but he wants to know if there’s a possibility that they’re the same.
“it’s telling me…” bokuto trails off, inhaling a staggered breath, “it’s telling me to never let you leave this bed.”
“I’m not going to lie,” bokuto starts, clearing his throat, “my alpha is saying some pretty crazy things to me right now.”
akaashi’s omega perks up again.
“like what?”
“bokuto-san?”
his eyes are dark, pupils blown. there’s a seriousness to him that akaashi’s never seen before, his usual smile replaced with a set jaw and mouth formed in a thin line.
there’s a voice in the back of his head that quietly suggests presenting for the alpha, and akaashi quickly shoves that thought away.
when he finally is able to situate himself, sitting with his arms around his folded legs, he meets bokuto’s gaze and his eyes widen.
