His only response is a rough sound low in his chest as he pulls you impossibly closer with a hand on your waist, narrowly avoiding slamming you both into the paneled wall behind you. He cradles the back of your head with one of his hands, pressing you gently against the wood instead. Reaching blindly with the other he finds the doorknob. You don't open your eyes when you hear the sound of it turning—you don't need to, faithful in the way you trust him to get you where you need to be.

When his hand returns to your skin it burns like a brand, well manicured nails mapping a path across the landscape of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pulls you easily from the ground, one hand still buried in your hair and the other sturdy beneath your ass as he lifts you.

The last of the light you could see from behind your eyelids is extinguished with the creaking sound of the door being shut and the lock sliding into place. A familiar coolness touches the back of your thighs, the stone countertops leeching the summer heat from your skin as soon as he sets you upon them, a hand already making its way past the hem of your skirt.

Sanji's voice is thick, like he's holding something back from overflowing if only by a thread, "Sit tight."

You nod, even as a whine slips past your lips when he pulls away. Your eyes haven't adjusted yet so you can't really see, but you hear him take a couple steps, the sound of the fridge opening and closing, a beat of stillness, and then he's returning to you.

His fingers are cool when they find your skin again, the sensation leaves you gasping for air as he traces them across the shape of your thighs until he feels the hem of your panties, tugging them down and off without fanfare, pulling you to the edge of the counter as he drops to his knees.

One hand pushes at your inner thigh, his broad shoulders bullying them apart. Your fingers lace through his hair, the silky blonde locks unruly beneath your touch. He moves and something clatters against the inside of the sink before he parts his lips with a breathy sound, a soft puff of cool air hitting right where you're soaked and waiting for him. His position between your legs ensures you can't snap them closed at the feeling, nerves alight and he hasn't even touched you yet.

Sanji breathes a curse at your reaction and then wastes no time beginning to devour you. The initial frigid touch of his tongue to your overheated clit has you hissing a breath through your teeth before it quickly melts into a sound so depraved you'd be embarrassed about it if you could spare the brain power.

"Can't have you getting too hot," he muses between licking over your hole and pressing his tongue inside, "this feel better?"

You're breathing hard, chest heaving with each uninhibited wet sound of his mouth against you. His name spills from your lips, interrupted by pleas for more. Your nails dig into his scalp, and his dig into the meat of your thighs, holding you tight even as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming feeling of him.

It's maddening, the heat that radiates from inside you combined with the shocking cold of his mouth.

"S-sanji," you gasp, spine bowing.

He hums and you think you can feel a smile pull at his lips, still a little cool to the touch despite the way they're now covered in your slick.

You need, you're filled with it, close to bursting, hands scrambling for purchase against his shoulders. He fights it for only a split second, the way you pull him to his feet. Your legs wrap around the back of his thighs to pull him close as soon as he's up, fingers finding his back belt loop so he has no choice but to roll his hips forward into the cradle of your own.

Licking and sucking at his neck, savoring the salted taste of him, you make your way to his mouth, slick and just a touch cool from the lingering chill of the ice cube from before, sucking at his tongue while you roll your clit against the hardness in his pants—they're still fully done up, but you feel him start to come right before you yourself tip over the edge.

His hands on your face are demanding, like if he lets go you'll vanish into smoke, holding your mouth to his even though you're not kissing anymore, just panting against each other, exchanging air and heat and desperation as you ride through each cresting wave of feeling.

Sanji talks the whole time, moans in the shape of your name with each chasing movement of his hips, adding to the mess of cum already soaking through his pants.

"Oh my god," you breathe as your breathing begins to slow, lashes fluttering as they part.

He laughs softly, groaning when he makes some space between the two of you, sticky strands of shared arousal audible with the movement.

There's a snorting sound, and then he's teasing you though his voice is still rough, "You ruined my pants."

You can't help the laughter that falls from your lips, "I ruined your pants?!"

He's kissing you again before you can say more.

It starts slow, with Shinsuke's hands holding your cheeks as he kisses you softly while some movie neither of you is really too invested in plays in the background, its light illuminating your faces in flashes of color. He's the one who deepens the kiss, tongue pressing beseechingly against your bottom lip, as he pulls you into his lap, your thighs bracketed on either side of his own.

There must be something in the air.

Kita's hand laces through your hair, gentle yet firm in the way he keeps your mouth pressed to his so that he can pour into you a mixture of desperation and devotion so potent it nearly sweeps you away. You make a soft sound at the press of teeth into your lip, and the way you roll your hips down against the growing hardness below you is almost instinctual—the feeling of your soft sleep shorts dragging across the seam of his jeans sparks a fire low in your belly.

"C'mere," he breathes against you, though you don't think you could get any closer if you tried.

You're not sure where the intensity came from, but the soft way all of this had started is nowhere to be found now. Kita's grip on your hips has turned bruising, and he's moved you so that you're now straddling only one of his thighs, grinding down into the solid muscle beneath you. The soft sighs that had fallen from your lips before are now desperate pleas for more.

"I've got you," he assures you breathlessly when you bury your fingers in his hair, tugging insistently.

"Shin," you're close to begging, the roll of your hips uncoordinated, letting the need that's consuming your every thought make the decision to move for you.

"Promise I've got you," he tells you again, pulling down on your hips as he flexes the muscles in his thigh, sending zips of electricity across your skin. You make a keening sound, wrapping your arms fully across his shoulders and kissing him harder.

A moment later movement takes your breath, and you find yourself on your back, Shinsuke's body hovering over yours for a fraction of a second before he lets his weight settle fully against you, hands finding their way beneath your top to squeeze and grab at the soft swell of your waist and hips.

When he rolls down again you feel your panties glide across slick folds beneath your shorts, undeniably soaked through at this point. He presses down against you again and again until you're having trouble drawing in a full breath each time the seam of his jeans presses into your clothed clit just right.

You can't help the way you squirm against the weight of him, desperately grabbing at the hem of his shirt in an attempt to feel his skin on yours.

"Be still," he chides, though his voice is more breathy than it is commanding. Biting at his lip in an attempt to get him to bend to your will, he only responds by bringing one of his hands to squeeze at your cheeks, holding your jaw in place so he can look down at you. Kita's motions have stilled above you—you can feel the way tears prick at your lash line at his denial to move.

"You'll come like this first." You try to protest but he just tightens his grip on your face. "I'll fuck you afterwords."

He bends to catch the lonely tear that falls down your cheek, the press of his lips soft against your heated skin.

You don't have much of a choice but to nod. The "good girl" you get in response to your agreement like a balm to your quickly fraying nerves. Though he's never let you down, it's still hard to cease your squirming beneath him when you're feeling this desperate—somehow you manage, and you're glad you do because with the next calculated roll of his hips he's dipping down to suck at the skin of your throat, rosy bruises blooming when he pulls away, the sharp sting of it pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

His hips stutter and you inhale sharply, the sound melting into a long, drawn out moan as you realize he's coming, able to feel the way his cock kicks beneath his jeans. Ever attentive, he doesn't slow his motions against you though you're sure overstimulation is already beginning to make itself known.

"So perfect," he breathes against you, using his grip on your jaw to pull your face to his. He kisses you like he wants to crawl inside your soul and live there, teeth pressing against your lips and his own wrapping around your tongue to suck softly until you feel the waves finally crest, washing over your skin for what feels like an eternity. They swell further and you can't help the way you continue to press up into the weight of him. You don't even come down fully before you find yourself saying his name.

"Shinsuke," it's pleading, and when your hands go for the hem of his shirt this time he lets you pull at it with a rare smirk on his face.

"Guess you've earned it," he says as his hands pull your sleep shorts to the side, fingers already pressing into the molten heat he finds waiting for him.

"Okay, run me through this one more time."

Bokuto sighs, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling, arms crossed over his chest, "Kaashi, if I'm getting it and you're not, we might have bigger problems."

He winks at you when you giggle despite the way his boyfriend is currently scowling at him.

"I'm just not understanding why you're asking us," Akaashi elaborates, still straight faced.

It's your turn to sigh, but it's more of an exasperated groan. "I trust you two—this is a very important item on my bucket list, and if you're worried about Bo we'll keep his face out of the frame, no big deal. Honestly I don't even have to post it anywhere, it's more for me than anything."

The two men share a look, and you can tell they're having a discussion though they don't say a single word.

Finally, it's Akaashi's who's sighing, "Okay, fine. We'll do it."

You hop up out of your chair, bringing your hands together excitedly, bouncing over to wrap your arms around the both of them, "Yay! Thank you!"

As silly as it sounds, the set up really does feel strangely professional—crisp white sheets ruffled artfully on your guestroom be and studio-worthy lighting all framed perfectly in the lens of one of Akaashi's cameras that you know costs as much as several months worth of your rent.

You're kind of impressed by how relaxed Akaashi seems to be about all of this, calmly laying out the shots he's planning and showing you the angles he'll be featuring. You and Bokuto on the other hand are both jittery with nerves, the excited kind that make your skin prickle with anticipation.

You find that, despite the way Akaashi sounds almost clinical as he gives direction, the feeling of Bokuto's tongue lapping at your cunt still easily has your heart racing and heat pooling low in your belly. You card your fingers gently through his hair, earning a soft hum that you can feel the vibrations of when his lips wrap around your clit and suck.

"Kou-"

You forget yourself for a moment, biting your tongue before his full name slips out, glancing over at Akaashi to catch the disapproving way he's looking at you.

"Sorry," you try to tell him, but it comes out as a moan because of the way Koutarou is pressing a finger into your cunt. He's the one that answers your apology either way, barely even looking up from where he's watching your muscles tighten every time he pets over your g spot, "S'okay, lots of Koutarou's in the world—Kaashi can cut it out."

That's right, not only did Akaashi agree to film your bucket list sex tape, the one that features his own boyfriend, but he'd offered to edit it as well because in his words, "If we're gonna do this we're gonna do it right." You bite at the swell of your lip, smiling softly as you let your head fall back against the pillow with a content sounding sigh.

"Baby."

Akaashi's voice draws you out of your dreamy haze, away from the feeling of Bokuto's facial hair scratching softly at your inner thighs, and you can't help but whine when he stills between your legs, two fingers still buried deep but no longer moving. It's almost worth the loss to watch the way Bokuto's cheeks get warm at the pet name. "Yeah?" he finally manages to rasp out, petting absentmindedly at your thigh with his free hand.

"I'm gonna set up the next shot," Akaashi tells you both.

You yelp in surprise when you suddenly find yourself being flipped onto your stomach, hips hoisted effortlessly into the air while a large hand gently presses your back into a pretty arch.

"Like this?" Bokuto asks from behind you while you sit in stunned silence, face feeling warm.

"Koutarou what the fuck," you breathe, hands slapping over your own mouth when you realize you've said his name again. The man in question just huffs a laugh, bending at the waist to cage you in, his large frame nearly obscuring your own figure so that he can speak directly into your ear, teasing and low, the sound making your whole body go hot, "You're not very good at this."

You start to protest, but then he's sucking marks into the flushed skin at your shoulder and all that comes out is a pleasured sigh.

"Oh fuck," you cry brokenly at the press of his cock against your folds, the way he nudges it against your clit before sinking into you, barely an inch, only to pull back and do it all again. He teases you like that for what feels like an eternity, until you're whining with each exhale and pressing back against him. Koutarou hisses a breath through clenched teeth when he finally rolls his hips until he's fully inside you, panting out the sound of your name, "You feel so good, mmh-"

Stretching your arms further in front of you, you press your chest to the mattress, humming while you wiggle your hips, "Yeah?" Your teasing works, and Bokuto makes a soft choking sound behind you.

The next time he flexes his hips, he doesn't give you a chance to breathe, fucking in hard, keeping his pace steady until you're having trouble forming a full thought with how clouded with pleasure your brain has become. You have to work to keep your eyes from falling shut, choosing to focus on Akaashi instead, who's standing behind the camera a few feet away from the edge of the bed.

"Kaashi," you purr, blinking up at him. Bokuto slows a fraction, listening quietly as Akaashi narrows his eyes at you like he's bracing for something, saying your name in that soft exasperated way of his.

"You wanna know what else is on my list?"

He just looks at you, waiting for you to continue or just flat out refusing to answer, you're not sure, nor do you particularly care—you can see the way the tips of his ears have gone red. You drag the suspense out a little, pressing your hips back so that Bokuto sinks in a little deeper, making a soft, sultry sound.

"Double penetration," you inform him, feigning nonchalance while something warm and wanting settles in your chest, quietly hopeful.

Despite his caution, your response isn't what he was expecting, and all he hears for a moment is static, brain whirring to process what you're asking him. He distantly hears Bokuto's voice, pitched in a whisper that's not really a whisper, "I think you broke him." You only giggle breathlessly, the sound tapering into a moan when Bokuto brings he hips back to fuck into you again.

"Y-you don't have to," you assure him, uneven and breathy because Bokuto is still thrusting into you, just a little less aggressively than before, "seriously no-ah pressure."

You miss the way him and Bokuto make eye contact, another silent conversation, and Bo's smile grows wide.

"Okay," Akaashi states, "fuck it."

There's a bit of maneuvering as he adjusts the camera, the sound of your soft whine when Koutarou pulls out of you, leaving you miserably empty, and then you're hovering over Akaashi's lap where he's halfway propped up against the pillows, already hard and leaking.

You open your mouth to tease, but he beats you to it, "You know what the two of you look like—don't even." The smirk that pulls at his lips when your cheeks flush at the oddly delivered compliment isn't lost on you.

Bokuto's kneeling behind you, and you can feel the press of his cock at the small of your back as his hands wander, squeezing at your thighs before he leans over you to touch Akaashi. You watch the man below you bite down on his lip at the feeling of Bokuto's fingers wrapping around him, leaning forward to pull it from between his teeth so you can kiss him, soft at first before it becomes nothing more than the heated slide of tongues and teeth.

This is, surprisingly, your first time kissing Akaashi, though you're not surprised to find he's good at it, tongue moving languidly against yours before he sucks at your bottom lip, pulling away only long enough for you to take a breath before he's pulling you in again.

When you shift back to sink down onto him he makes a sound you're finding it hard not to get addicted to. You're so wet at this point that it's nothing to take him all the way to the hilt in one go, settling comfortably in his lap while Bokuto kisses his way across your shoulders, hands overlapping Akaashi's on your waist.

Akaashi rolls his hips beneath you once, like he can't help it, cheeks flushing softly when you make a quiet sound and raise your brow at him, more than a little smug. Bokuto's hands wander higher, grabbing at your chest and gently pinching your nipples until you're keening and Akaashi is cursing hoarsely at you every time you clench down on him—it's not like you can help it, you're more than a little worked up right now.

There's a click behind you, the bottle of lube in Bokuto's hand, soon followed by the slick sound of him coating his length before taking hold of your waist and flexing forward. Akaashi full-on moans beneath you at the feeling of Bokuto's cock rubbing up against the base of his own, and it has you squeezing around him again.

Before you realize what's happening, Akaashi is readjusting, sitting up a little further so that he can look at Bokuto over your shoulder before he pulls you in to kiss you hard.

You feel a small, open-mouthed, kiss against your shoulder and then it's all heat as Bokuto begins to press in alongside Akaashi. It's slow going, a gentle thrust in and then out again, pushing a little deeper each time. At some point you get so breathless that Akaashi is forced to stop kissing you, instead taking your face in his hands to watch the way your eyes threaten to roll back into your skull when you feel Koutarou's hips press flush to your own skin.

"Holy shit."

It feels incredible, the sensation of them both inside you, trying hard not to move until you give them the go-ahead.

"Okay?" Akaashi asks you, voice hushed and warmer than you're used to hearing it. It makes your heart skip at beat, and you can't help the way you smile gently at him.

"Yeah," you reach back to lace your fingers through the shaggy hair at the back of Bokuto's head, "feels really good. You can move now—slow."

Twin kisses are simultaneously placed on your jaw and neck, comforting in the way you're used to while also somehow feeling new.

Akaashi is the one who lights the fuse, carefully rolling his hips beneath you. You keen, fingers pulling at Bokuto's hair when he follows suit, pulling himself from your heat with a soft, slick sound before pressing right back in.

It gets quiet for a while, intimate in a way you hadn't expected. The soft sound of skin on skin interspersed with hushed murmurs, encouragements and praise all wrapped together. Your heart feels full, ribcage crowded with something warm and familiar, soft.

Bokuto says your name languid and familiar, and when you turn to see his face he kisses your cheek gently. "Love you," he whispers against your skin, and you can feel the smile on his lips.

You laugh quietly before easily replying, "Love you, Bo." Turning from him, but keeping a hand on his cheek, you look down at Akaashi, playfully expectant. He tweaks your nipple, still shallowly rolling his hips, and you narrow your eyes at him. Finally, he huffs a laugh through his nose, pulling your face close. "Your pussy's good, but I'm not gonna tell you I love you," he pauses, leaning over your shoulder to kiss Bokuto gently, "you two are too soft."

His words are, to say the least, insulting—but they're wrapped in tenderness, said through a soft smirk, eyes full of amusement as he watches you. There are some things about Akaashi that you just get, no extra explanation needed.

The unknown span of time that follows is filled with quiet laughter and the low, breathy moans that fall from your lips, the sound of skin on skin, and the feeling of hands that wander, leaving heat in their wake.

When you fall, it's in quick succession, filled, not once but twice, before you're pulled into a warm chest.

Bokuto returns to the bedroom, three water bottles and a bag of skittles in hand, to find you and Akaashi still spread out on the bed. He's leaning over to set his haul on the nightstand when he hears the sharp crack of two hands coming together with force. He turns to look at the two of you, huddled around Akaashi's laptop on the bed, clothes thrown on haphazardly, expressions soft and a little smug as you watch back the film.

"Did you guys just high five?"

You'll be lucky if the chorus of your combined laughter doesn't wake the neighbors.

°˖✿˚⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆˚✿˖°

ʚଓ day 1: dry humping ➻❥ kita shinsuke

ʚଓ day 2: panty fucking ➻❥ hanamaki takahiro

ʚଓ day 3: bondage ➻❥ hinata shoyo

ʚଓ day 4: fleshlight ➻❥ suna rintarou

ʚଓ day 5: car sex ➻❥ kuroo tetsuro

ʚଓ day 6: filming ➻❥ akaashi keiji & bokuto koutarou

ʚଓ day 7: orgasm denial ➻❥ aomine daiki (knb)

ʚଓ day 8: somnophilia/drugging ➻❥ bachira meguru (bllk)

ʚଓ day 9: age gap ➻❥ ukai keishin

ʚଓ day 10: 69/face sitting ➻❥ osamu miya

ʚଓ day 11: threesome ➻❥ matsukawa issei & suna rintarou

ʚଓ day 12: cucking ➻❥ iwaizumi hajime & miya atsumu

ʚଓ day 13: spit ➻❥ suna rintarou (& komori motoya)

ʚଓ day 14: pegging ➻❥ kyoutani kentaro

ʚଓ day 15: knotting ➻❥ iwaizumi hajime

ʚଓ day 16: size kink ➻❥ iida tenya (mha)

ʚଓ day 17: creampie/cum eating ➻❥ oikawa tooru

ʚଓ day 18: wall sex ➻❥ bakugo katsuki

ʚଓ day 19: pussy eating instruction ➻❥ sawamura daichi & kageyama tobio

ʚଓ day 20: cockwarming ➻❥ sugawara koushi

ʚଓ day 21: inexperienced x experienced ➻❥ sakusa kiyoomi

ʚଓ day 22: platonic mutual masturbation ➻❥

ʚଓ day 23: choking ➻❥ miya atsumu

ʚଓ day 24: monsterfucking ➻❥ tanaka saeko

ʚଓ day 25: mouth inspection ➻❥ tendou satori

ʚଓ day 26: nipple play ➻❥ matsukawa issei

ʚଓ day 27: just the tip ➻❥ meian shugo

ʚଓ day 28: biting ➻❥ bokuto koutarou

ʚଓ day 29: in public ➻❥ barou shoei (bllk)

ʚଓ day 30: fingering ➻❥ hanamaki takahiro & miya atsumu