He’s running late, and of course can’t find his keys, his wallet or his scarf; the really fluffy one that keeps the cold at bay and is his favorite color.
But just as Asahi is thinking he’s done for, Daichi comes to the rescue, shoving his jacket into his arms, with a gruff, “Your stuff’s in the pockets, dingbat.”
Asahi smiles despite the insult, especially when Daichi wraps that favorite scarf around his neck and tugs him down for a good day kiss.
Daichi leans against the bar, drink in hand. It’s dim, a faint scent of stale tobacco lingering but not necessarily unpleasant. He sips, his eyes never leaving Yui as she moves from one cluster of friends to another.
Damn she looks hot tonight.
His appreciation takes the form of a slightly uncomfortable tightness below the belt but it’s worth it to see her in that dress, and to know what’s underneath.
He downs the remainder of his glass and orders another. The drink appears promptly and he nods thanks to the barkeep before moving away, weaving his way through the crowd to where Yui stands laughing with Shoyou and Hitoka Hinata.
“Oh! Good evening Sawamura-san! This such a great party!” Hinata exclaims, his trademark bright grin on full display.
Daichi nods, taking his place beside Yui. As the conversation continues he subtly lifts one hand and settles it on Yui’s exposed back. Her skin is cool and he feels her lean into his hold, no doubt seeing more warmth, which he’s happy to provide.
As he listens, his thumb traces a pattern on her skin, slow and steady. Yui’s ability to remain focused, while admirable, has the unfortunate (for her) effect of bringing out the deviant in Daichi.
Without hesitation, his hand moves south, palm sliding over the skin tight silk cradling her delectable ass, and stays there; strong, secure and positively possessive.
Yui stutters slightly but recovers quickly, speaking faster thanks to frayed nerves.
If the Hinatas noticed, they make no show of it, which means they don’t because neither have that good of a poker face.
Presently, they move away, and Yui turns quickly her eyes flashing but Daichi reads the heat beyond the indignation. “You’re terrible! Can’t you behave?” she whispers harshly.
One side of Daichi’s lip curls into a smirk he knows Yui’s weak for; it’s gotten him out of (and no doubt in to) trouble before. “Your fault, minx,” he whispers back, his tone is low and sultry.
He loves the flush of her cheeks when he’s like this, it drives him from hungry to famished. He steps closer, wraps his arm around her once more but she pulls away quickly, smacking the top of his hand. “Be good,” she admonishes.
“Or what?” he challenges crowding her against the wall.
Yui lets out a tsk, her gaze dropping from his. He makes to move it back again but a call of his name from across the room interrupts his seduction. He sighs, begins to draw away but not before reaching around and squeezing one cheek. He practically growls in her ear, “I’ll be seeing this later.”
“Dai…chi…”
He couldn’t wait, pulling her into the powder room and locking the door. Now he has Yui right where he wants her, laid out on his lap as he sits on the chaise, the skit of her dress shoved haphazardly above her waist leaving her ass in perfect position for proper appreciation.
A firm smack cuts off anything further she attempts to say.
Daichi smooths his hand over the red mark, leans down to place a kiss on it making her twitch. She shifts, brushing against his raging hard on and he smacks her again. “Stay still,” he grunts.
Yui whimpers but complies, does her best to hold her position as Daichi takes large handfuls of her ass, almost as though he means to mold something of the flesh but he merely releases again, smoothing over her soft skin.
“I love all your curves but…this ass…damn.”
He gives her another smack, less strong but the snap feels loud echoing against the tile.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Yui. God, having to watch you walk around in this all night, seeing other guys check you out.” He spanks her again. “I wanted to bend you over my knee right then and there, give you a good spanking.”
Another smack, another whimper. Daichi leans to look at her face. Her eyes are closed tight, brow scrunched slightly, her poor bottom lip abused by teeth working to stifle louder noises.
That won’t do at all.
Without warning he flips her over and stands, sets her on shaky legs before the wall. “You might wanna brace yourself,” he says, voice thick. Then he drops into a crouch, spreads her cheeks and licks between them.
“Daichi!”
That’s better.
He smacks her ass again for good measure; “Hope you’re ready princess, I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Kinktober – Day 1 – Face Sitting – Terushima X Yachi
“Hitoka, I need you to do something for me,” Terushima says, leaning into the petite blonde’s space.
He notices her shiver as his breath brushes her ear.
“What is it?” she asks, eyes still on the paper in front of her, the pen in her hand slightly lifted from its surface; a good thing too since his next words—uttered in a tone thick with want—would have marred her lovely work with an ugly scratch.
“Sit on my face.”
Her squeak of surprise makes him grin, his fingers deftly popping out the button of her skirt sending it fluttering to the floor as his lips delicately caress her neck. He trails his hands up, grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifts, breaking contact with her skin just long enough to fling it to the far side of the room.
“It’s been too long since I ate that sweet pussy of yours,” he rasps, toying with the elastic of her panties.
“You… you can’t just… say things like that,” Yachi pants.
“You and I both know you like it. Look.” His hand dips past fabric, two fingers sliding achingly slow over her. He draws up his hand, smirking as she whimpers the loss of contact, and holds them before her half hooded eyes. “How else would you be this wet?” he asks.
She squirms, but he holds fast, tracing the join of her shoulder with the tip of his nose to her ear whose lobe he takes between his teeth. “Please baby? I’m so hungry.” His voice is sweet as sugar, persuasive as much as it is salacious.
Yachi can’t stop from rubbing her thighs together but he stops the motion with a quick slap to her ass. “Be a good girl now, you know I’ll make you feel good,” he warns.
Slowly Yachi nods assent.
He grins, spinning her round and captures her lips with his, working her open to receive his tongue into her mouth. Yachi whimpers and Terushima’s dick gets harder.
He quickly lifts her into his arms, carrying her to their bedroom kissing her breathlessly they go.
Terushima tosses her on the bed, his mouth a wicked slice of mischief as he rips his clothes off. He crawls towards her, leaning her back and hovers above then kisses her again; he loves kissing her.
Her bra unsnaps with a practiced flip of his wrist and he pulls it away as he rises to his knees leaving her bare. She squirms, tucks in on herself as though to hide and he huffs, “Still so shy,” with a shake of his head.
Then he’s grinning again, full and wild, leans in to nuzzle between her pert small breasts. “But that’s what makes you so fucking fun. Or is it so fun to fuck?” He shrugs, turns his head and flicks the tip of his tongue over one stiff nipple.
Yachi’s whole body jerks, another whimper spilling from pretty pink lips, but it’s another set of lips he’s got on his mind and it’s time he gave them proper attention.
He sits on the bed, then lies back, getting his head into a comfortable position. A crook of his finger and, “Bring those pretty lips up here.”
Yachi flushes crimson, almost looks ready to retreat but she shifts, slowly rising to her knees. “Don’t watch,” she whines.
Terushima clicks his tongue. “Where’s the fun in that? Just get up here,” he complains. He reaches, clasping eager strong hands to her waist and pulls.
Finally, she’s astride his head, small hands braced against the headboard. Her eyes are closed but he’ll grant her that; she’s already been such a good girl.
Eager as he is, he makes himself go slow, taking time to enjoy the feel of her above him. Her skin is warm as he gently runs his hands over the outside of her thighs, following their line to the swell of her perky cute butt whose cheeks he squeezes earning a squeak.
“So cute, still so innocent,” he mutters, eyes drinking in the vision of her delicate curves; she’s so petite, almost wraith-like. His hands continue their journey, fingers pressing into the dip of her low back to pull her down closer. “You’re too high babe, come on, smother me,” he says, voice low and rumbling.
“Yuji” she whines but does shift closer, though only a little.
Her thighs tremble—with want or strain he isn’t sure—but either way, he’s done denying the both of them.
With deliberation, he opens his mouth, dragging the flat of his tongue from base to clit of her pussy. Yachi gasps, nails scratching the wood of the headboard.
Terushima grins against her flesh, continues licking slowly, from bottom to top, like he’s savoring a cone of his favorite ice cream, all the while keeping his hands in motion, sliding up and down the curve of her ass into the supine of her back.
Yachi whines, showing her growing pleasure by the undulating of her hips. This is his favorite part, breaking down her walls, drawing her to a place of disregard for decency and leaving her in utter want until he grants her what only he can give.
Seems he won’t have to wait long.
She whines his name again and he knows, knows what she’s asking for without explicit request but he won’t give it until she does.
He hums against her, places delicate teasing kisses and nips the flesh of her thighs as he murmurs, “Something you want, Hitoka?”
He catches a glimpse of her nodding but feigns seeing it. “Come on sweetness, you gotta use your words,” he insists. He uses her hesitation to continue doing as he pleases, sucking one side of her lips and she cries out, her head tossing back.
“Yuji… please…”
“Please what?”
Yachi shakes her head, hair sticking to her damp forehead but then she breaks down and sobs, “Please use your ring on me.”
He nods, pushes the barbell secured in his tongue against her clit and wiggles. Yachi gasps and bucks, grinding down to seek that little piece of metal that feels so good.
Terushima wraps his arms around her thighs, holds her down and latches his lips to her, alternating between sucking and toying at that sensitive little nub. Yachi’s breath becomes erratic, her small keens and whines pleasure to Terushima’s ears.
She’s close, just a little more and—
“Oh god!” Yachi’s whole body quakes as she comes.
Terushima backs off the firm pressure, only giving languid licks to ensure she gets the full value of her orgasm.
Spent, she falls to her side, jostling Terushima slightly but he doesn’t care. She’s panting, they both are, and he grins at her flushed face.
“That was a good one,” he says and she nods, eyes closed as little aftershocks make her body twitch.
Terushima watches her in silence, smiles as she relaxes fully and takes a deep breath. He glances down his body at his dick, hot, flushed and pulsing, aching to be shoved into her thoroughly soaked snatch but he’ll wait.
His sweetness needs a break.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Bokuto Koutarou/Yachi Hitoka
Characters: Bokuto Koutarou, Yachi Hitoka
Additional Tags: Consensual, I love them both
Summary:
Having his attention for even a fraction of a second winded her, made her feel like there was no one else in the world. (bokuyachi)
@grandcruchuu This is a character ship fic I’ve read at least four times and love it each time I do. It’s Bokuto x Yachi and it’s amazing.
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