
► Brooding Bad Boy™ Iwaizumi (commission for @shoujomomo)!
Thanks for the tag @kazuhikonaori what a great piece of work!

► Brooding Bad Boy™ Iwaizumi (commission for @shoujomomo)!
Thanks for the tag @kazuhikonaori what a great piece of work!

Bad boy Bokuto Icon for @vball-baes-bball-babes !!
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I freaking LOVE it, like you don’t understand how blessed I am that you did this for me! I can’t wait to write you a scenario or whatever you want because you deserve SO MUCH MORE than my humble offerings. Thank you!!
Because Lana loves the bad boys. 😉
Bokuto leans against the wall of the arcade frequented by him and his gang, smoldering cigarette hanging lazily to the side of his mouth. Moving it more centered, he takes a long drag, blowing smoke as you exit the establishment.
“Looking for me?” he asks and you jump at the sound of his voice. He’d been watching you, watching him, amused that someone like you ended up in his neck of the woods.
You swallow once, then twice to rid your mouth of the saliva gathering quicker at the sight of him up close. For a while now, you’ve been casting side eyes and stealing glances at the tattooed punk but being in near proximity is doing weird things to your head…and your stomach.
His arms cross accentuating the bulge of his forearms and biceps, the ripple of muscles highlighted by beautiful ink marking up his skin. He’s wearing a black muscle shirt today partially exposing what appears to be a great horned owl (his gang’s insignia) done in black and grey tones on his right bicep. His left arm is covered in a sleeve tattoo of a great oak tree with representations of his gang honored with their own individual owls.
Bokuto, it seems, is a rather dedicated leader.
A deep chuckle draws your attention back to his intense golden eyes which are currently half hooded looking at you like you’re something to eat, but you realize he’s reacting to the unconscious licking of your own lips. “Damn baby, you make me think you want me,” he chuckles then adds, “What’s a sweet thing like you doing around here anyway? Get lost?”
You’ve always been what people consider a “good girl”; decent grades, no marks on your record, and have a set of friends who for the most part stay out of trouble. But you’re invariably drawn to Bokuto like a moth to a flame.
“I…” you take a deep breath, but can’t get the words caught in your throat to come out. What exactly brought you here? Shaking your head, you take two steps back. “It’s nothing, so…sorry I bothered you.”
Before you can even blink, Bokuto grabs your wrist, tugs you forward and whirls you around, caging you against the wall. The press of his firm chest against your softer one makes you certain he can feel the rapidity of your heart beat.
“I never said you were bothering me,” he says, voice low and steady. His breath smells like a mixture of nicotine and sex sending pulses of heat into the pit of your stomach. Chills run down your spine as he grasps some of your loose hair, trailing it through his fingers as he goes on, “I was merely curious about you. Then again,” he leans in even closer, breath puffing over your neck, “I think you’re the curious one. How bout it, hmmm? Care to take a walk on the wild side?”
He pulls away, eyes boring into yours and suddenly you can’t breathe properly. How did you get yourself into this situation? But as nervous as you are, you’re not afraid. There’s something warm hidden in the depths of Bokuto’s intense stare and you’re sure that if you told him to back off, he would, no questions asked.
But you don’t want him to back off, not at all. Tilting your head up slightly, you graze your lips against his tentatively. A bark of laughter has you jumping but he doesn’t move away. “So damn innocent,” he teases. Pushing the hair away from your neck, he places light kisses against your skin making you shudder. “It’s gonna be so much fun wrecking you, baby cakes.”
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“Bo…Bokuto,” you pant, face flushed in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.
“Hmmmmm?” he hums, looking up from his kneeled position between your thighs. His pupils are blown wide, lust rolling through them like a thunderstorm that sucks you into its depths and keeps you there until you’re sure you’ll drown. Then a crack of lightning, thunder booming in your head when his tongue pushes deep into your core. You throw your head back letting loose a lewd moan which has his dick twitching with want.
“Keep your eyes on me, doll face,” he orders, “otherwise, no grand finale.”
Your head falls back down, fingers gripping the edge of the table he has you seated on until your knuckles are turning white. He never breaks contact, staring up at you with complete focus and all the while he’s drawing you closer and closer to the edge of an abyss you can’t wait to jump into.
Tentatively, you reach down, fingers grasping a section of his hair and he moans in approval. “You can pull a bit if you want darling, it just gets me going harder,” he mumbles against your flesh. You do as he says, tugging the strands. He groans again, his deep baritone vibrating up from the apex of your thighs to the center of your stomach.
Heat is building faster and faster, sweat pouring from both your brows but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause except to take quick breaths before he’s back at it, flicking your clit, tonguing your opening and sucking your flesh until you’re sure you will pass out from hyperventilating.
“Koutarou,” you sigh, hand flying to your mouth when you realize what you’ve said.
He can’t help laughing. “I’m buried how far into your cunt and you’re worried about calling me by my first name?” He sucks again and you almost fall over. “Do it again and I’ll let you come princess.”
“Oh god…Koutarou.”
“Such a good little girl,” he praises, then latches onto your clit, the tip of his tongue pressing hard and working in circles.
“Ah…ah….ah! Koutarou!” you shout, orgasm shooting through you like fire in your veins.
You collapse onto your back on the table as Bokuto gets up from his position. Strong, steady arms lift you easily, depositing you on his bed before he shucks his shirt and pants in one go. He all but tears off your shirt, left on in his haste to get to eating you. Once your bra is gone, he lays on top of you, the feel of his harden dick pressing against your thigh sending a new wave of want through your body.
“I hope you’ve got some stamina left, baby girl, because I’m gonna fuck you till dawn.”
I know it’s already posted but I needed to add my two cents here okay
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~Admin Kay
Contribution to SS on haiykuties.