Would y’all believe me if I said this is the OLDEST ask in our box currently? No? Ripley’s Believe It has a section called OR NOT, so ya BEST believe it! Ooooooohkaaaaaaaay… So…. I’ve never written for Tanaka before… So … Please forgive me if I completely fuck him up! Lol And PLEASE tell me if I’ve completely fucked him up lol I can’t improve unless I know what needs improving!!! Support and Feedback is ALWAYS appreciated – even if it’s constructive criticism! Thanks for requesting sweetie! I hope you enjoy the smut I’ve created for you~! -Admin Satori ❤
Bokuto Koutarou:
This week had flown by without a hitch. From planning the trip, to packing for it, to getting to where he was needed – Bokuto was feeling exhaustion creep into his brain. Pulling his eyelids down, making them feel heavy, slowing his heart from the excitement, making his muscles relax into the very uncomfortable airline seat. He pushed up in his seat a bit to see over the tops of the people sitting in front of him – The large screen at the front of the row of seats showing his remaining time in the cramped space to count as another 8 hours.
Team Tokyo had kicked ass in their own home games, and now they were on their way to the olympics. The Olympics. Bokuto couldn’t believe it. He was the Ace of the Tokyo Olympic team. He smiled tiredly and leaned back into his seat, his eyes closing, enjoying the music flowing into his ears from his headphones. And while he wanted to be excited about being on a plane for the first time and having a window seat, a seat he’d fought for against Kuroo, he was just too tired. So instead, he sat back comfortably and enjoyed the silence of the plane, and the playlist you’d thoughtfully put together for him.
Bokuto was on the brink of falling asleep when the music switched to the next song.
“Ahhh~ Kou…. Don’t stop…”
Bokuto’s eyes flashed open and he sat up straight in his seat at the sound of your panting for him, the image of your lewd look of desire flashing in the forefront of his mind. It had sounded so real, so close, he had honestly thought you were there with him. He blinked a few times before glancing to the right of him, seeing Kuroo fast asleep with his own noise cancelling headphones covering his ears. “F-Fuck yes…. You’re so goddamn tight, ______.” Bokuto placed a hand on his chest as he realized that was his voice he was hearing. His wide eyes looked around him suspiciously, making sure no one else was hearing these sounds, these voices.
“What…. the….” Bokuto mumbled to himself as he pulled his phone from his pocket, all the while trying to ignore the sound of your moans and his groans and grunts. He looked at the name of the ‘song’ that was playing to see the title read ‘Play Me ;P’.
“Kou… you’re so big…. I’m going to break in half….”
“Fuck you’re so hot…. Taking my cock to the hilt…. Good girl….”
Bokuto felt his pants becoming more and more uncomfortable the longer he listened to your moaning his name, panting and sighing about how good he was making you feel – Every time he blinked, he saw the exact night this was recorded from, remembering the feel of your skin against his, the way your fingers carded through his hair and tugged when his cock rubbed against your ribbed walls just right. His breath was heavy, and suddenly he was up from his seat, hitting his head harshly on the low rise ceiling above in his haste. The banging of his head on the ceiling scared Tendou awake from the next seat over, and the guess monster watched as Bokuto awkwardly walked around Kuroo’s long legs and into the aisle, puling down his shirt in the front. Tendou smirked to himself, his bat ears having caught the tail end of what his fallen earphone was expelling. He’d have to tease him about it later.
“Ah, ah…. Please, Kou… Don’t tease me…”
“Come on, ______…. Call my name…. Let the neighbors know who makes you feel so good…”
At the first sight of a private space, Bokuto tossed himself inside the empty bathroom, quickly locking the door behind him before his hand was shoved into his pants and he was stroking his painfully hard cock. He leaned his head back on the wall and closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip at the slightest relief of pressure his hand was offering.
“Fuck, _____…. You’re pretty little mouth feels so good… Yes, just like that…..”
“I want you to cum in my mouth, Kou….”
Bokuto groaned at the sound of your voice begging for his cum. His eyebrows furrowed as he imagined you there in that tight space of the bathroom with him, your hand stroking up and down his cock, your thumb swiping his precum and rubbing against his slit. He arched his back and panted roughly, his other hand pulling his shirt up and his pants down to free his movements. The memory of you on your knees in front of him, staring up at him with your large eyes, your mouth open and ready for his load. “Fuck….. Almost….” He panted into the small, stuffy space.
“Please… Please kou…. Right there… Don’t stop… I’m gonna…. I’m go-“
“Me too… _____… Almost….”
His hand lost rhythm and soon he was twisting his hips into his own hold, chasing his orgasm, needing this release more than anything in the world right now.
“Koutarou~!”
Bokuto bucked into his hand, once, twice, three times before he was coming over his hand. But his hand didn’t stop stroking him, needing to ride out his orgasm, he imagined you lying there under him, covered in his release, your face flushed from your own release, your chest heaving as you stared up at him. “______….” Bokuto sighed out, peeling open his eyes and staring ahead of himself in a daze, feeling like his entire body was about to collapse over how numb it’d gotten from his tensed self love.
Mechanically, he pulled his hand away from his cock, staring down at the mess he’d made all over his pants and the bathroom floor, he felt a heat rush up his neck and into his cheeks – maybe this would have been better to listen to once he’d been alone in his hotel room. Plane bathrooms aren’t exactly the best of ideas. He cleared his throat, embarrassed over his own actions, and cleaned himself as best he could, just tossing down some toilet paper over his fallen cum on the floor before he pulled up his pants and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror before yanking out his earphones, stuffing them into his pockets as he cut the audio of the next ‘song’.
“…How many did she record?” Bokuto huffed out as he walked out of the bathroom, reaching his hand out to brace against the opposite wall as he tripped over the lip of the bathroom door. His phone went sprawling from his hand into the walkway, only to be picked up almost immediately.
“Ohoho? Who recorded what?” Kuroo smirked as he looked at Bokuto’s phone, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Ololo? Play it, Nyan-chan~.” Tendou’s voice chimed in as he looked over Kuroo’s shoulder at Bokuto’s phone.
“No! Wait!” Bokuto yelled just as Kuroo’s finger pressed play.
Iwaizumi Hajime:
“You ever shut the hell up?” Iwaizumi grumped as he glared at his plane partner, feeling his irritation increase at the smug smirk on the lanky boys’ face.
“Nope!” Tendou hummed happily, popping the ‘p’ like a child, tilting his head as he stared at Iwaizumi, “Switch seats with me and I’ll be quiet just for you ‘Iwa-chan’.” His hooded eyes sparkled with playfulness, knowing that nickname was reserved only for Iwaizumi’s best friend. Not even his own girlfriend called him by that nickname.
Iwaizumi was up in a flash, cursing loudly when his head hit the low overhang of the plane ceiling, reaching up and rubbing the sore spot as he switched seat with the much taller irritating man. “If it’s a guarantee for your silence.” Iwaizumi growled lowly as he got comfortable in the aisle seat, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. Tendou hummed happily and leaned forward so he could completely stuff his face against the window of the plane, watching the moon glint off the clouds passing under them. “Like a goddamn cat…. Not even Kuroo-san acts like this.” Iwaizumi huffed, glancing over at Tendou’s excited form staring out the window. When Tendou didn’t rebuke his grumpiness, Iwaizumi turned his attention to keeping himself busy now that he didn’t have the view of the passing clouds and the stars above. He’d originally turned his attention to watching the in flight movie, but after the 3rd play through, he wanted to tear his own hair out – So he’d settled for pulling out his phone from his carry on and connected his bluetooth headphones to listen to his music.
Suddenly, he remembered you’d stolen his phone a couple days ago to make a playlist for him, and had told him to listen to it whenever he was alone or missing her. Iwaizumi realized his expression was set in his usual irritated pout, and he jerked the corner of his mouth into a neutral expression as he hit the shuffle button of your playlist; He was missing you. Any moment without you by his side, he was missing you. Missing your smile, the way your eyes sparkled, the way you said his name. He missed being home with you.
He doesn’t know when he fell asleep. Probably somewhere between his favorite song and yours, or maybe it was to the song he’d heard on the radio and couldn’t help but think of you every time it played. Memories slowly turned into dreams as he drifted away from the world of the conscious.
“Hajime~… Touch me, Hajime… Right here…”
Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed at your wanton voice, begging for his touch, begging for his kisses. But the small smile that formed on his lips wasn’t disagreeing to what he was hearing. Ghost hands of his stroked your bare body before him, cupping your breasts, nipping on your nipples, your gasps of pleasure like music to his ears.
“Please, Hajime… Don’t tease me….”
And he didn’t. Sheathing his cock with your tight hole, groaning, “You’re so tight…. So warm and tight…Feels so good, _____.” Then he was thrusting into you, watching your breasts bounce with every snap of his hips against yours, hearing the slick sounds of your wet hole slicked over his cock. Iwaizumi frowned, feeling as if he wasn’t getting enough of your body, enough of your tight hole, feeling more constricted than ever before.
“Harder Hajime… Please fuck me… Wreck me… Make me your whore.”
Your begging, the way your eyes pleaded for him to go harder, to forcibly push you to your edge quicker, the way your pretty little mouth spouted those filthy pleas; It drove him crazy! Hips slamming against yours, hearing you scream his name, your nails raking down his back only spurring him on, he knew his orgasm wouldn’t be far from your own. “Fuck…. Holy fuck… You’re so fucking hot, ______…. That’s it, baby girl, scream my name.” He whispered.
“Ahhh~ Hajime! Right there! Please don’t stop! I’m so close, please let me cum!”
Iwaizumi bucked his hips harshly against yours, pressing against that oh so special spot inside you that made your voice crack, your back arch, and your breathing stutter. The smug smile on his lips remained as you toppled over the edge, panting his name in prayer, feeling your entire body on a high even as he continued to thrust into you. He chased his orgasm, squeezing his eyes shut as your walls squeezed around him pushing him right up to his edge…
But instead of seeing the blinding light from behind his lids at his usual release…
There was a very real flash in his face that made him gasp and sit up in the plane chair. He frowned and rubbed at his eyes, “What the fuck?” He groaned, blinking furiously as he looked at his team surrounding him, seeing the retraction of someone’s phone behind their back, “What the hell are you all looking at?” He hissed, not finding their stares to be very welcoming. Waking up dazed and confused really put Iwaizumi in the worst of moods, and realizing his dream had only been just that wasn’t making his mood any more agreeable.
The sound of someone clearing their throat brought the wrath of Iwaizumi’s glare, only meeting the embarrassed eyes of his captain, Daichi. “Uh…. Iwaizumi-san…. Do you need to excuse yourself?” He asked, tearing his gaze away from Iwaizumi and looking at literally anything but him.
“Sounded like you were having quite a lot of fun over here…. Thought we’d see what was so entertaining…” Kuroo smirked from the seat on the other side of the aisle, Bokuto’s wide gold eyes almost glowing in the dimmed lights of the plane just behind Kuroo’s form.
“I-Iwaizumi-san… Your…. Your headphones are very loud…” Kageyama piped up from behind Iwaizumi’s seat, prompting the former ace to look down at his phone and feel an embarrassed rage heat his face as he realized the tent in his pants he was currently sporting. Not just from his really painful hard on, but the spot of precum that’d completely soaked through his boxers and seeping was currently into the fabric of his pants. He’d been so close.
“Did you wreck her, Iwa-chan?” Tendou snorted from the seat next to the frustrated man, and ducked as Iwaizumi made a swipe at him.
“Fuck… All of you.” Iwaizumi growled as he stood up from his seat and stomped over to the plane bathroom.
Bokuto turned in his seat and smiled widely at the former ace, “Only if you promise to wreck us!” He hollered, irritating the people snoozing behind his and Kuroo’s seats. Kuroo barked out a laugh, Tendou snickering along, knowing Iwaizumi would never be able to live this down.
Tanaka Ryuunosuke: *Satori begs forgiveness for messing up Buddha Boy*
When you’d first told Tanaka that you were making a playlist for him, he’d felt his heart practically bursting out of his chest – it took real understanding and affection for someone to pick music specifically for another person! He’d felt so touched by your request that he’d handed over his phone without a second thought. He knew you’d pick the best music, artists and songs the two of you would belt out on road trips or while shopping for the weeks groceries. He remembered poking his head in the doorway of the room to request you’d put a specific song into the list, after just hearing it moments before. You’d give him the cutest smile and agree, and then he’d be off again looking for more music to share with you.
He wasn’t a very musical man. He could whistle a tune now and then, but usually his peers said his voice was…. Lacking in keeping pace…. In maintaining notes…. In being pleasant overall.
But you loved his voice. Loved listening to him enjoy life to the fullest!
So when you’d driven him to the airport, you’d been jittering with excitement as you handed him his phone filled with music… and other things. Of course it’d been a little rough morning since you knew he’d be gone for a while, but you had been promised calls and video chats every morning and evening. And you were content with that… For now.
Tanaka bragged about your personalized playlist, showing his phone to Noya as they sat together, Tanaka having the window seat only because Noya didn’t want to feel like he was being compartmentalized. He was small enough without feeling smaller! Thankfullly, Tanaka hadn’t shown Noya too much of the playlist, only scrolling a few songs and retelling the memory of each of the songs.
“And this one! This was the song I heard in the background when we had our fist kiss! It was beautiful, Noya-san! Like angels singing!” Tanaka smiled widely over at his best friend to see he’d fallen asleep to Tanaka’s excited chatter. “Ah, Noya-san, you could fall asleep during an tsunami alarm.…” He sighed with a fond smile before leaning back in his own seat, staring out the window after sliding his headphones over his head and onto his ears. Memories of each song flashed through his mind as he watched the clouds roll by, his smile only warming and widening with each song that played. At one point soft song, the song the two of you danced to in his room after the first night you slept over, he felt his heart squeeze in his chest. “I miss her….” He whispered, feeling his lip quiver just the slightest as the song trailed off with its final note.
“Ahh~ Ryuu…”
Tanaka sat up straight in his seat, looking around with wide eyes as he heard you sigh his name happily. It was so close, he could practically feel your breath in his ear! But his quick look over showed nothing. Just a plane full of his sleepy teammates. Kuroo leaning on Bokuto’s shoulder, Iwaizumi leaning back in his chair almost completely and irritating Oikawa behind him with the cramped space, who looked absolutely miserable sitting next to Ushijima. But. No trace of you.
“Ryuu~… Ah…. Please…”
The sounds of sucking, licking, your moaning, gasps of pleasure – and he knew exactly what it was he was hearing. He felt his face heat with embarrassment, feeling shock freeze his limbs, well… Something of his was still twitching with life. “You taste so good, princess … I’m going to make you see stars tonight…” Tanaka felt almost panicked as he heard his own raspy voice through his headphones, and he was up from his seat – banging his head on the low overhang for the second time in the span of 6 hours; He’d hit his head while taking his seat next to Noya in a rush. He hadn’t wanted the seat to be stolen!
Takana held in the groan of pain, rubbing his shaved head where it hurt before he was skirting around Noya’s sleeping form and walking towards the back of the plane where the restrooms were. He felt his chest constricting with desire as he your whimpers and whines stirred his cock awake – he didn’t have a lot of time before something needed to be done. He went to open the bathroom door but jolted to a stop, letting out a frustrated sigh when he saw the lock read as “Occupied”. “Fuck….” He rubbed his head, still feeling the sting from the hit, still feeling his cock twitch with every gasp from you.
He rushed to the middle of the plane, then to the front, only to realize that all the bathrooms were taken. He sulked back to his seat, this time pulling his jacket low in front of his body to hide his painfully erect cock in his pants. Slumping into his seat, he froze as he glanced at Noya, only seeing the back of his best friends head as the libero slept. No… He couldn’t…. Not here…
“Ah Ryuu…. Please don’t stop… Make me cum…. Please.”
Hell fucking yes he could. Tanaka turned on his side, his back to Nishinoya, crossing his left leg over his right at the knee so as to provide a little bit of a barrier from any prying eyes. He gulped thickly as his right hand found its way into his pants, letting out a shuddering sigh as it ghosted over his aching cock. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers, _____? Tell me what you want, princess….” Tanaka furrowed his eyebrows as he closed his eyes, his hand enclosing around his dick and slowly his throbbing shaft. How could a goddamn recording get him so hard so fast??
“Ryuu~ yes…. Yes… Fuck me with you fingers, senpai~….”
Tanaka inhaled, but it was a shaky endeavor, and he knew if he wasn’t careful he’d get caught redhanded… or maybe gooey white handed….
“Fuck yes…. Ah~ Ryuu…. You make me feel so good….Oh my god… I’m so close, baby~”
He bit his bottom lip roughly as he sped his movements just the slightest, knowing he was doing this on borrowed time – he’d be able to really enjoy your recordings as soon as they landed. He promised himself this much. He owed himself at least that much. “Cum for me, _____… Let me taste you properly….” Tanaka remembered the exact night this was recorded from, still remembering how good you tasted on his tongue, how he’d suck your clit into his mouth and roll his tongue just perfectly over the bundle of nerves.
“Fuck… Fuck fuck! Ryuu~!!”
Tanaka stilled in his seat, deathly still, as he came into his hand from the sound of your orgasm. He felt the stickiness in his hand, knew it was seeping through his hold and dampening his underwear. He quickly turned off his phone completely, tossing off his headphones from his head as he struggled to regain his composure. He had to make sure no one saw what he’d been doing.
He felt his heart sink in his chest as he met the very familiar eyes of a sly cat. And an obnoxious owl.
“Fuck….” Tanaka groaned, rubbing his firetruck red face with his non-dirty hand, knowing this could only mean terrible things for him.
Okay… So My DREAM TEAM for Team Tokyo would probably be…. Captain: Daichi, Ace: Bokuto, WS: Daichi, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Setter: Kageyama, MB: Kuroo, Tendou, Li: Nishinoya…. Yeah… And now and then I may be conflicted and switch out Kageyama for Oikawa…. But more than not THIS is my dream team ❤
I was laughing out loud! These are so great! You nailed Tanaka in my opinion. I picture him very much as you described, a very affectionate and appreciative boyfriend so that was great.
TENDOU!!! I love that he was on the team. His interactions with everyone was perfect “Nyan-chan!” Oh my goodness I howled with laughter, that was great! And him annoying Iwaizumi, that’s exactly how it would go.
The description of what they’re hearing was flawless, you transitioned from “inner” monologue to present time perfectly. It was great!
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