boxer!bokuto who shoots you a grin and wink before putting his mouthring in and hopping into the ring, all sweaty bare skin glistening, as he flexes his pecs like he’s preening. boxer!bokuto who absolutely demolishes his competition with a toothy grin, a split lip and a pretty bruise marring his cheek as he swings over the ring. boxer!bokuto who is immediately swarmed with fangirls but whose warm golden eyes stay locked on you, licking his bloody lip as he dips his head to a girl in a polite goodbye, confidently striding towards you. boxer!bokuto who comes to stop in front of you, a golden god as he runs one hand through his sweat damp hair, grinning down at you with hot intent, “wanna be my arm candy tonight, pretty girl?”
boxer!bokuto who takes you back to his penthouse that night, his silver dogtag necklace dangling over your tits as he plows you into his silk sheets <3
Boktuo was never one to sit still and do peaceful things with you yet there he was, painting with you. Or rather you were painting on him. Despite the occasionally ticklish fidgeting, he had been the one to suggest you paint on him once he witnessed the smile on your face drop after you had gotten excited to paint with him only to not have any canvases. That’s what led to him being before you, shirtless and aimlessly talking to you about the day he had as you hovered over his back with the paintbrush in your hand, doing your best to capture the pinks and purple hues of the sunset sky while reminding him to keep still every once in a while. While you didn’t do it purposely, your mind wandered from actively paying attention to zoning in on the details of your canvas. He truly was a work of art. “Hello? Earth to y/n?” Bokuto interrupts your admiration as he turns his head as best as he could to look back at you. “ everything okay? You stopped painting, just when it was starting to not feel ticklish and actually feel nice” he pouts, his hair deflating slightly. “Sorry Bo, didn’t mean to” you shake your head lightly as you dip your brush in paint once again. “I was just admiring you. You’re really beautiful you know” you mused, rendering him uncharacteristically speechless and flustered.
Omg omfg ommmfggg this is so fucking sweet!!!! Thank you so so much!!! You totally nailed it!! He would indeed be my favorite canvas!!!!!!! And i would totally drool with every stroke hahaha thank you so so much!! I has having a shitty day but this made so happy!!!
Reader:F Character:Kōtarō Bokuto Rating:E Summary: It was hard to tire out Bokuto, it felt like the man had unlimited energy that just kept going and going and going. Doesn’t matter if it was 4pm or 4am, he was your big Energizer Bunny. Warning:Teasing, Rutting, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Light Bondage, Overstimulation Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
It was hard to tire out Bokuto, it felt like the man had unlimited energy that just kept going and going and going. Doesn’t matter if it was 4pm or 4am, he was your big Energizer Bunny.
When you were tired and wanted to go to bed, your loving boyfriend always wanted to stay up a bit longer, watch another episode of television or maybe have another cup of coffee. But tonight you wanted a good night’s rest, you’d do anything to tire out you Bo.
“Babe… Baby, what are you doing with those ties. Honey, babycakes.” He swallowed as he pushed himself further up the bed.
You tightened the tie in your hands and got up onto the bed, “Just lie back and relax, Bo.” You jumped him and pinned him down to the bed, you hooked the tie around his wrist and tied it to the bed frame.
Bokuto’s cock twitched in his shorts at the sight of you being a little more dominant. He relaxed against the bed, “What’s gotten into you, honey?” He swallowed again.
You pinned his other wrist down onto the bed, “I love you, Bo. So much, so, so much. But you are nothing but a ball of energy.” You let go of his wrist and sat on his waist as you unbuttoned your shirt, “I want to tire you out.”
He shivered, “Baby, you didn’t have to tie me up.” He chuckled, “You just had to ask!” He reached with his free hand and grabbed your ass through your shorts, “Always love my babygirl’s cute booty.”
You slapped his hand away and took off your shirt, you tossed it onto the floor. You ran your hands up his chest and leaned in to kiss him on the lips, “You better be tired by the end of this. I want you fast asleep by the time I untie you.”
He chuckled, loving the position he was in, “Then baby, we’ll be going for a while.” He wiggled a little bit, full of energy. His cock twitched in his athletic shorts.
You moved up and got your shorts off with minimal trouble, it was followed by your panties until you were left bare except for your bra. You sat on him and unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts.
Bokuto groaned and thrusted his hips up to rub his hard on against you. He gripped the tie with his bound hand. A blush formed on his cheeks. He purred, “Get the shorts off, honeypie. I wanna feel you.” He thrusted up a little harder.
You rubbed your hands along his clothed chest and rubbed your sex against his clothed cock. You rubbed yourself a little harder, your pussy becoming wetter with each rub. You felt his cock twitch in his shorts and you saw the stickiness of your wetness against the black fabric.
“Fuck, baby. C’mon stop teasing. Ride me already.” He whined.
“No, no, you’re going to cum from this. And then maybe I’ll ride you.” You gripped his shoulders and continued to rub your exposed pussy against him. You made a mess of his shorts as you moved against him.
Bokuto whimpered as gripped the tie around his wrist. He bucked up against you. He swallowed harshly and moaned loudly. His eyes rolled back a little bit as you rubbed up against him. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he could hear his heart thumping in his ears.
It didn’t take long before he was gasping, on the verge of his first orgasm. He came in his shorts with a loud moan. His back arched and his nails digging into his palms.
You continued to rut against him, on the verge of your first orgasm. You felt the stickiness in his shorts as you moved up and down on them. Your pussy felt raw and your clit stimulated. You gripped his shoulders and came on his shorts, further dirtying them. You gasped and your eyes rolled back as you felt Bokuto get hard again, you guess he wasn’t done yet.
“Fuck!” You moaned.
“That’s it, fuck baby. You feel so good, fuck please baby. Ride me! Ride me! Tire me out!” He called out as he bucked up against you.
You pushed your hair out of your eyes and looked down at the mess you two made. You saw the lump back in Bokuto’s pants. You rubbed the wet fabric and then pulled down the shorts under his cock and then off his body. His proud cock stood at attention and throbbed with want. It was covered in the stickiness of his previous orgasm.
You ran a finger up the thick vein that ran up his cock, “Bobo, you still want more?”
He tensed at the feeling of your fingernail against his cock, “Please, please baby. You make me feel so good.” He watched you with his golden eyes as you sat on his cock, your pussy was wet enough to easily seat yourself on his large length.
You gripped the front of his shirt as you started to move yourself onto his cock. He filled you in the best way possible, you pushed your hair out your eyes once more as you moved up and down on his cock. You were still coming down from your orgasm, you felt warm all over in the best way possible.
“Oh fuck, that’s it.” He purred, “You feel amazing, I love it. I love you.” He met your pace. The bed creaked, your bodies moved together. Your heavy breathing, sharp moans and loud groans filled the room.
“I love you too.” You replied, “I adore you.”
You gasped at the feeling of Bokuto’s cock hitting you in the right places. You panted heavily, feeling warm to your core. Your sex clenched around you, your breasts shook as you bounced on his cock.
Bokuto held onto you with his free hand as he quickly came the second time, he was starting to feel overstimulated. But he was still full of energy and got hard as soon as he was starting to come down. The feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock turned him on greatly.
The sight of your shaking breasts, your pussy coated in his cum your flustered expression and the true bliss you were in.
“Fuck baby, fucking ruin me. I can’t take anymore!” He called out, his back bent as he felt himself become smothered in pleasure again. He felt amazing, his body thrummed with lust and want. His face was flushed, strands of hair stuck to his forehead and he was sweating through his t-shirt. His thighs quivered and his body longed for the high of pleasure.
His cock felt sensitive inside of you, but he still wanted that next orgasm. He was addicted to your cunt.
You managed to wring out two more orgasms before you were starting to lose steam, your thrusts became unorganized. Your body felt on a whole other level, your pussy was messy and wet. Your hands shook around his shirts. You were unfocused and messy as you continued your quest to tire him out.
But at the edge of Bokuto’s third orgasm. He was panting, his eyes rolled back a little bit. His body was tense as he spurted cum deep inside of you, making a further mess of your insides. Fully claimed by him inside and out.
He cried out, “Baby!” before he slumped against the bed. Fully wrung out and overstimulated. His cock throbbed with tiredness and the lasting lingerings of lust.
You panted and stopped moving your hips. You sighed deeply and went, “wow.” If you were trying to tire him out, you tired yourself out in the process. You slipped his softening cock out of your pussy and rested on his thighs as you leaned over and undid the tie.
Once his arm was free he grabbed you and rolled over to his side. He rubbed himself up against you sleepily and yawned, “Wow indeed, babycakes.” He kissed you on the cheek, “Are you in any pain?”
“No, I’m all good.” You yawned in response, “I think it’s time we get some sleep. You seem worn out.”
He nodded and rubbed his cheek up against your neck, “I adore you baby.” He yawned against, “I’m tired.”
You sighed happily, mission accomplished. You felt Bokuto cuddle up against you and kissed your cheek. It wasn’t long before your boyfriend was snoring beside you.
You sighed happily and got out of his arms to clean yourself up. With wobbly legs and a quiet yawn you made your way over to your shared bathroom. That was one way to get Bokuto to tire out.
Reader:F Character:Keiji Akaashi & Kōtarō Bokuto Rating:E Summary: Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band. Warning:Smut, Polyam, Reverse Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Pregnant Reader, Pregnancy Kink, Jazz AU Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band.
He straightened his tie, as walked through the club as the next song played. There weren’t many jazz clubs left in Tokyo, but the ones that remained were often filled. Old men with young waitresses and up and coming bands.
Akaashi slinked past tables and go to the back of the club. The saxophone played high on stage mixed with the piano, drums and trumpet. No one would notice him slipping into backstage.
Once he got far enough away from the stage, down the narrow hallway of the backrooms, thats when he heard the rough moans and high gasps of two people in the furthest room. Akaashi sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes before he with quick feet got down the hall and opened the door to the room.
Inside was you and Bokuto, and Bokuto inside of you. You were in his lap on the couch with you blouse open, your bra pulled down, and your six month pregnant belly in fully display. And of course your maternity underwear pushed to the side to give Bokuto easy access to you. Your skirt and blouse were a crumpled mess on the floor.
Akaashi sighed, “Ko.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “You weren’t on stage tonight.” And entered the room, slamming the door behind him. Might as well give the pregnant woman some decency.
You got off of Bokuto’s lap with a huff and dropped down beside him. You rubbed your belly idly, “You guys have been away on tour, I missed both of you.”
“And it couldn’t wait till we all got home?” Akaashi said as he eyed your pregnant body. He knew that Bokuto had a liking for your new figure, but Akaashi enjoyed the sight of your large breasts and the brat you carried. There was a 50% chance it was his anyway so maybe he shouldn’t call it a brat.
You pouted, “I wasn’t able to serve drinks when I saw him roll up his sleeves, you know what his forearms do to me.”
Akaashi took off his suit jacket, hung it up over the chair and rolled up his sleeves, “I know, I have the ultrasound in my wallet that clearly explains what his forearms do to you.” He walked up to you and rubbed your bump, “You have to be gentle, I’d hate for our baby to be premature because you two couldn’t behave.”
You leaned forward, and pulled on Akaashi’s tie, “But you want a taste of mama don’t you?”
Akaashi could hear the climax of the song hit, and he knew he didn’t have much time before the band came back to pack up for the night. He pulled away from you and patted you on the head the way an owner would a dog.
“I’ll just observe tonight, seem you two already started without me.” He walked over to the vanity and turned the chair to face the couch. He grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other and opened the beer. He looked at the both of you, his gaze lingered on your bump and swollen breasts, “Get to it, the climax of the song just happened.”
You peeled off your panties, exposing your wet cunt. You gave Akaashi a smart look before you rolled back over onto Bokuto’s lap.
The dark haired man took a sip then said, “I want her facing, I wanna see that that beautiful face of hers.” He smirked as he heard you huff.
“Pregnant lady here.” You retorted as you sat in Bokuto’s lap. You faced Akaashi with your knees on the couch on either side of Bokuto and you took off your bra. Exposing your beautiful pregnant body to Akaashi. You seated yourself on Bokuto’s tacky cock.
Bokuto’s strong hands splayed across your bump, stretch marks ran up your belly, it was only a matter of time before you popped. The silver haired man started to thrust up into you.
You placed your hands on your knees and started to move up and down on Bokuto’s cock. Soon your hands found your bump. You rubbed it as you moved up and down, picking up where you left off.
Akaashi sipped his beer, it was the cheap stuff from the corner store. His cock strained in his pants, his naked partner riding his other partner. Quite the sight.
You deeply exhaled and grumbled, “Kōtarō, you woke up the baby.” You ran your hands along the curve of your belly as you continued to ride him. The music on stage was distant, but still heard through the thin walls of the change room.
Bokuto smoothed his hands across your belly, feeling his child inside of you. No one really knows the father, you both fucked these two men often and with many rounds. Either the kid was gonna be a silver haired hyper active little thing or dark hair with knowing eyes and the ability to talk out of any situation.
Akaashi continued to drink his cheap beer as you and Bokuto moved against one another. Your belly shook with each thrusts and your breasts were shiny with a thin layer of sweat. You two must’ve been at it for a while.
“My perverted partners.” Akaashi sighed, “Couldn’t wait till we got home. I bet you seduced him didn’t you, baby?” He asked you, “He saw that tight skirt and the heavy belly and knew he had to have you. It’s not fair to to tease Ko like that.”
“Hey, c’mon!” Bokuto chirped, “I wanted to feel my baby mama. She’s all plush and sexy.” He groaned as he hands found purchase on your hips and he started to move his hips faster.
Akaashi finished the rest of the beer and crushed the can in his hand. He listened carefully over the huffs, moans and groans of you and Bokuto to hear that the band was doing an encore. He smirked to himself, “Well, seems like they’re popular tonight.” He got up and rolled up his sleeves further.
“Keiji.” You groaned, you cupped your belly from the bottom. You looked beautiful under the yellow light of the backroom. You moans and deep breaths, the shudder through your body as waves of pleasure lapped over you.
“Beautiful.” Akaashi growled.
He got down on his knees, to your stuffed cock and held your thighs open. He went straight to your clit. He started to lick at your aching sex. After all you were his baby mama too. And since you three still had time before the rest of the band came back, he could wring you of every orgasm you had.
Your pregnant body could handle the pleasure. After all pleasure is good fro keeping a mama happy. And Akaashi was in the business of keeping you happy.
“She’s beautiful.”
“She’s ours.”
The first orgasm hit, then the second, the the third. Your eyes rolled back as the third orgasm hit. Both Akaashi and Bokuto’s hands were on your belly, feeling you as Bokuto fucked into you and Akaashi pleasured your cunt.
You felt full in every sense of the word. Both men at your sexual disposal in this moment, making your orgasms seem like an easy thing to make you have. You could curse them if you could have a coherent thought that wasn’t centred around the feeling in your body.
“That’s our girl.” Bokuto chirped, “Fuck you’re so tight around me. How are you gonna push my baby out? Guess we gotta loosen you up a bit.”
Akaashi nipped your over stimulated clit then said, “We have time.”
“Fuck, I’m close.’ Bokuto groaned. The band was coming to a close and as the silver haired man continued to fuck you wildly, you were just as much as their disposal as they were yours.
Bokuto gripped your bump as he gave you a few more heavy thrusts. Then he spurted cum into your aching pussy. He threw his head back and groaned, his eyes rolled back a little.
Once he started to come down from his high, he flopped his arms against the couch as his now useless cock stayed inside of you. Akaashi gave you one final orgasm and as the last song hit its second climax you finished on Bokuto’s cock. Soaking him and the couch with your wetness.
When Akaashi was done, he sat on the hardwood floor of the room and looked up at your swollen belly and puffy, abused cunt. He reached out and touched taunt skin. You were an insatiable woman.
You whimpered and carefully got off of Bokuto’s cock. You sat on the leather couch, your wet pussy against the warm leather as you sat there with your hands on your bump.
The audience clapped and Akaashi got up, “Alright.” He said, “Let’s get you two cleaned up and air out the room before the rest of them make comments. And no more fucking in the room, it’s a shared room.”
You rolled your eyes, “Yes, sir. Now help me up, I can’t get off the couch… Baby bump.”
Akaashi smiled and rubbed your bump, “Of course, and don’t think I’m not finished with the both of you.”
Reader:Gender Neutral Character:Kōtarõ Bokuto Rating:M Summary: “hello! could u pls do a yakuza!bokuto au where he’s literally crazy and incredibly feared but he loves and dotes on the reader like crazy?” - Anon Warning:Yakuza AU, Reference to Abuse, Fluff, Minor Angst, Age Gap (Bokuto is 30, Reader is 22) Ask Box: Open|Commission Me!|Join me on Patreon
Anything you want, Bokuto bought for you. Being one of the most feared men in the country, he was basically untouchable. He was great with a weapon, especially his sword that had been passed down through the generations. His arms and back were lined with tattoos showing off the bird imagery. He was the great horned owl, the most fearsome of its kind.
His hands were caked in blood, along with lining the pockets of local politicians. He ran clubs, brothels, casinos, everything was touched by his power. Those gold eyes spelled trouble and unless you were part of the family, being in the court of the owl was never a good thing.
But there was one weak spot in the great owl. The heel that could strike him down if anyone found out about it. They never attended any meetings, rarely seen at parties, but was the closest thing that Bokuto, the owl, had to love. He called her his little bunny, the docile little prey of the owl. But instead of eating you alive, he cherished you lovingly.
You were his little bunny, and he adored you. You were a simple college student, you used to work at a local cafe where you met Bokuto. Where most people were scared to even look at him, you talked to him every day with a bright smile and a tiny bit of flirting. Bokuto was enthralled by your boldness, but in reality you didn’t realize who he was until your first date when you started asking about the tattoos.
When he told you his profession, you blinked at him and went “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” And that made Bokuto’s heart both sink and melt. There was a trace of fear in your eyes that settled when he told you that he’d never, ever hurt you. That’s when you said, “A lot of people have hurt me.”
Which made Bokuto hurt for you, especially when you got into more detail about your life with your mother. How cruel she was, the words she’d say to hurt you, the reminder of how useless, selfish and evil you were, even when you did nothing wrong. When you recalled a time where she yelled at you for not cleaning out the coffee pot to her liking, Bokuto knew he had to get you out of there.
“I’ll give you any money you want.” He said, “any amount and it’s yours!” He told you this on your second date after you barely touched your food because your mother mentioned how much weight you had gained.
“I can’t accept your money Kōtarō.” You shook your head, “It wouldn’t be fair, not this early in the relationship. You earned that money, I can’t very well take one big lump sum. She would get suspicious anyway.”
“Then I’ll give you an allowance! Every week you save the money I give you and then you can move out, or move in with me! You can, ummmmm, do household chores and you’ll never have to work again!”
You chuckled and poked at the pasta you were supposed to eat, “How about we see how this relationship goes, and then maybe I’ll take you up on your offer.”
He perked up, “Sounds like a plan. For now, eat up, or I’m giving you some of my lamb.” He pointed his fork at you. He was usually so threatening but you saw a side of him that couldn’t be denied, he was soft for you. The fearsome owl had a soft spot for you.
Almost two years of dating, you were just about to finish university and looking for next steps. And Bokuto was there regardless, during that time however, you moved in with him and carried an allowance. But still had ambitions to go to graduate school and pursue higher education. Life got better after you got out of your mother’s home, there was no more hurling hurtful words at you, you were praised so much that sometimes it frightened you. Bokuto was your number one fan, even when you got a sixty on that biology paper.
You took up most of the household chores in the mansion, when you weren’t in class you and a few of the men that Bokuto worked with cleaned up the mansion, you found it relaxing almost to scrub dishes, especially when you played the classic jazz records that Bokuto had.
What you weren’t expecting was for him to come home so early. You hadn’t even started dinner yet and suddenly you found a pair of strong arms around you. You almost dropped the expensive plate when you jolted.
You thought it was an intruder but in reality it was the soft embrace of your boyfriend. He rested his head on your shoulder and asked, “What’s for dinner tonight?”
You put the plate down and tuned in his arms. You cupped the side of his face that carried a large facial scar.You rubbed the faded red mark on his face as you said, “Bobo.” Your fond nickname for him, “Don’t scare me like that, you’re too quiet sometimes.”
He chuckled and leaned in for a kiss, “I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.” Then leaned in for another kiss, then another. Until you pulled away and laughed.
“My silly, Bo.” No one was ever allowed to call him ‘Bo’, but you had special priviledges far beyond anyone else. You were his weak spot and got away with most things, like calling him cute names and under spending your allowance (You had all the money in the world, why are you still buying hundred yen ramen?).
“This is a good record.” He chuckled as he pulled away and took your hands in his, “Indigo Jam Unit.” He smiled, he knew the names to all these records.
Bokuto loved you and he was glad that he was able to get you out of that hateful household. You seemed happily and healthier now that you were free of her, more smiles and cheers crossed your face. You were his beloved, of course he wanted you to be okay and happy.
As he gave you another kiss, you moved together in almost sync. Your socked feet matched well with his dress shoe ones. You laughed when you danced together, a smile on your face that made Bokuto’s heart bloom.
You were safe here, in the arms of the feared owl.
“I love you.” He smiled as he swayed with you in the kitchen. His hands in your as your bodies moved together.
“I love you too, my great owl.” You replied with a peck on the lips.
Bokuto giggled and pressed his forehead against yours, “My sweet little bunny.”
the first sound of your cries when he answers the phone he’s already running to wherever you are
doesn’t even register in his mind that he’s just in his pajamas and it’s freezing out
or that his slippers are in different pairs and he forgot that you live far away
he’ll be coming straight at you and be engulfing you in a tight hug
he’s worried and he wants to know what happened so he can figure out a way to cheer you up
“hey, everything’s going to be alright. i’m here sunshine, what’s wrong?”
BOKUTO KOUTARO
this huge endearing man will be crying with you when you seek him out
in this rare moments of your vulnerability, he will listen attentively to you and won’t talk or disrupt you
passes you the tissues when he sees you tearing up again or have snot falling down from your nose
he doesn’t think it’s gross!! his priority is your comfort and for you to be happy again!!
will shush you though if you ever say degrading stuff about yourself >:((
“just let it all out, baby. it hurts me too when you’re hurting. do you want to cuddle?”
MIYA ATSUMU
you better believe this man is out for blood
he will hold a grudge and be harbouring hatred because nothing should be allowed to make you cry — not even him
if you’re blaming yourself, he’ll make a point to make you realize how amazing and special you are in everyone’s eyes
he’s cradling you in his arms and whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to help you relax
he’ll hold you close even when you’re fast asleep and snuggling on his chest
“my angel’s been through a lot, huh? we’ll handle it tomorrow. i want you to rest first.”
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
he’s awkward because he’s not exactly sure what he can do for you
so he’ll be sitting there beside you, your hands are intertwined together as he rubs your back soothingly
like bo, he’ll listen attentively to you but will give his insights about the situation (his advices are actually good you tend to remember and follow them)
when he sees you smile again albeit a tired one, he’s returning a small smile of his own
places a sweet kiss on your forehead and offers a piggyback ride
“let’s take a stroll around the neighborhood. it’ll take your mind off of things, my love.”
bonus:
MIYA OSAMU
his reactions are sometimes over the top that it makes you laugh and forget why you cried in the first place
he’ll be fussing over you and will be asking you if you’re okay repeatedly
prepares a small snack for you and takes out his stock of your favourite ice cream
insisting that you finish everything up and telling you he’ll make something much more delicious and nutritious for you tomorrow
lets out a relieved sigh when you say that you feel good and better already
“just list down what meals you want to eat. i’ll cook them all for you, darling.”
request: Hc of asking your man to make a sex tape with you? With Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kuroo, and Bokuto please!
a/n: i really like bokuto’s, his was fun to write lol
nishinoya
- with nishinoya traveling all the time because of volleyball, it gets extremely hard not to miss him a lot when he’s gone
- especially when you’re craving his touch
- most times you’re able to satisfy yourself decently well, but sometimes it’s just not enough
- and porn does absolutely nothing to help you because watching other people fuck just isn’t the same as watching as nishinoya fucks you
- so you get an idea that sparks both yours and nishinoya’s attention
-he’s very excited
“babe, can i ask you something?” you say while you massage noya’s scalp, his head resting in your lap comfortably as you two lay on the couch.
“hm?” he hums, teetering on the verge of sleep at the gentle feeling of your touch.
“what if we made a sex tape?” you question and noya’s head shoots up to look at you, eyes wide with interest.
“is this a joke? like some sort of prank? please tell me it’s not a prank.” he begs and you laugh at his response.
“no, it’s not a prank. i was just thinking about it and sometimes, when you’re away, i get really needy and it’s hard to get the kind of pleasure i’m looking for without you here. so maybe if we make a little sex tape, i can have something to watch and help when you’re away.” you explain. nishinoya stares at you blankly, his brain slowly processing each word you just said. the thought of you getting all needy when he’s not here and touching yourself while watching a video of him fucking you was more than enough to make him and his mini noya veryexcited.
“is that even a question? i’m so down, can we do it right now?” he asks eagerly causing you to laugh at him again.
“i mean, i don’t see why not.” you shrug.
nishinoya props himself up so that he’s hovering above you and he kisses you deeply. your lips always work together so perfectly, synchronizing in a nice steady rhythm. his hands are traveling all over your body in an attempt to get you as aroused as he already is, and it works without a doubt. noya continues kissing you and lightly grazing your sides with his fingers or rubbing small circles on your inner thighs until he earns a moan from you that makes him grin.
“i know how i want to start the sex tape.” he says confidently.
“how?”
“grab your phone and start recording.” is his only response. you grab your phone from beside you on the couch and open the camera app, pressing record and waiting for noya’s next move. he slides down your body and effortlessly discards your shorts, tossing them off to the side somewhere. he looks down in between your legs then up at you, you watching him through the screen of your phone. he gives the camera a small smirk before pressing a kiss on the lower part of your tummy, trailing more soft kisses all over your thighs, hips, and waist. he then lightly moves his lips over your core which was only being covered by the thin lace of your underwear. you begin to grow a bit impatient at nishinoya’s teasing, writhing under his gentle yet alluring kisses.
“noya, please.” you whine softly and he looks up at you for a quick second before pulling your panties down and tossing them somewhere unknown. he wastes no time pressing his mouth against your warm folds, licking circles around your clit repetitively. you to let out an airy gasp of his name and he continues to work his mouth around your clit for awhile, progressively sucking and licking more and more aggressively, just so he could selfishly earn more moans from you that make his dick painstakingly hard. and as if his tongue relentlessly moving around your clit wasn’t enough, he sticks two fingers inside of you and curls them upward to hit your spot.
“holy shit noya.” you moan, reaching your free hand down to grip onto his hair lightly while trying to maintain a steady grip on your phone with the other. he looks up at you and you nearly cum at the sight. his eyes are blown with lust and his face is flushed a pretty shade of pink. you just know this part of the video is going to constantly be on replay when it’s finished. you absentmindedly start jutting your hips against noya’s tongue, a thing you do when you’re about to unravel.
you giving him the clear sign that you’re about to cum is noya’s cue to stop, so he removes his fingers from your soaking hole and wipes his mouth clean as he sits up between your legs. you whimper a little at the cum denial, but you know exactly why he did it.
“wanna see you cum with me inside you.” he mumbles, confirming your guess.
“me too.” you respond and he smiles down at you softly which makes your heart jump. he pulls his pants down along with his boxers revealing his member. his tip is dripping with precum and you feel your pussy clench as you look at it. nishinoya takes his shirt off before saying, “yours too” and you remove yours aswell. he looks at your now fully nude body and sighs,
“how’d i get so fucking lucky?” he coos and for the second time, your hearts jumps and you can’t help but smile at his words. he presses himself at your entrance, teasing it slowly and you adjust the camera angle so that you can get more of noya’s face and body in it because that’ll come in handy later. he slides into you at a teasingly slow pace, drawing out the loud moan that’s leaving your lips. once he’s all the way in, he looks at the camera and winks before pulling out and thrusting back into you, hitting your spot perfectly. you planned on rolling your eyes at his cockiness, but your eyes end up squeezing shut at the sudden excess of pleasure.
“that feel good?” noya asks, already knowing the answer but still wanting to fuel his ego. you can’t even answer in actual words as he continues to thrust into you deeply, so you just nod and moan in response. he grins in satisfaction and thrusts into you a bit harder, not letting up on wanting to milk you of every moan you could possibly utter. he wants this video to be really nice for you since he feels guilty about being away for so long sometimes. he wants to make you feel so good so that every time you look back at this, you remember how amazing he can make you feel. he reaches down to play with your nipples a bit, making you squirm in pleasure. you use your free hand to start playing with your throbbing clit, not being able to hold back the lewd noises building in your throat. you’re a moaning mess beneath him, shaking and struggling to keep the camera steady as you get closer to your orgasm.
“here, let me take it.” noya says, grabbing the phone from you as he notices you struggling. he focuses it down on you, watching himself go in and out of you on the screen and he lets out a groan.
“noya, i’m so close.” you whimper, your chest heaving heavily as you start rubbing your clit more aggressively.
“good girl, cum for me.” nishinoya coos, making his thrusts sharper and deeper against your g-spot.
a few more thrusts and you’re arching your back off the couch and practically screaming nishinoya’s name. he smirks as you tremble beneath him, the sight completely destroying him aswell. he pulls out of you and cums all over your stomach, grunting and panting while he reaches his peak.
he wipes his mess up with his fingers then places them at your mouth, you sucking all of his faintly salty remnants off obediently and his cock twitches. after getting that all on camera, noya stops the recording and collapses next to you.
“that felt so good.” you sigh before placing a kiss on his cheek.
“it really did.” he replies, returning a kiss on your forehead. “now you can watch it whenever you want. and you better send me that video, i need it too.” he continues, handing you back your phone. you laugh at his statement and give him a quick peck before sending him the video.
you guys definitely watch it that night and go for another round.
tanaka
- he would be the one to bring it up actually
- tanaka just enjoys taking lewd photos of you in general
- he’ll come up behind you as you look at yourself in the mirror after getting ready and take a handful of your boob before snapping a pic
- or he’ll have you sit on his lap, facing towards him so he can take a mirror pic of him grabbing your ass like that
- he doesn’t post them or anything, but just likes looking at them every once in awhile
- he did print out the ass grabbing one and put it on the dash board of his carthough
- it makes him feel a sense of security that he’s the only one you’ll pose in pictures like that for
- and he’s always had the desire to film you guys while having sex, to have a permanent memory of the encounter
- which is no surprise to you
tanaka is balls deep in your mouth, fucking your face at a slow yet rough tempo while muttering all sorts of nonsense as he does so. he’s leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter and you’re resting on your knees in front him, pleasing him the way he loves the most. your eyes are shut tightly as you try your best not to choke on tanaka’s length, them beginning to brim with tears a bit at the feeling of him continuously thrusting into the back of your throat. you open your eyes so that the tears would fall and you could wipe them away. but when you open them, you’re met with tanaka’s phone camera facing down at you and him looking at you with a shy smile.
“is this ok?” he asks, motioning to his phone.
“mhmm.” you hum, your mouth too full to talk.
you think it’s kind of hot being recorded actually. knowing that tanaka will go back and watch this vid countless times the same way you always catch him looking at the nsfw pictures that you two take every so often. it also gives you the motivation to be a little extra with your sucking. you wanna make tanaka weak with moans so whenever he goes back to watch the video, he’s reminded of just how crazy he is for your lips around his dick.
you hollow your cheeks a bit more, moving your wet mouth down his shaft at a teasing pace, maintaining eye contact with him in the process. he throws his head back and lets out a deep groan as your nose touches his abdomen, you completely taking tanaka’s length down your throat.
“holy fuck y/n.” tanaka pants and you smirk, now circling the tip of his dick with your tongue. you suck the tip gently, remembering to slide your tongue over the slit occasionally which causes tanaka to grip your hair roughly as he moans your name. he watches you through his phone screen, basking in the fact that he knows this will be his favorite video on the planet.
“i’m not gonna last very long if you keep this up.” he sighs breathlessly, looking down at you through hooded eyes. it’s taking every bit of his strength not to just release in your mouth right then, because you look so destroyed on his cock. there’s saliva and precum on your swollen lips and rolling down your chin in thin clear strands, your face is stained with the tears that spilled from your eyes whenever you took tanaka’s full length down your throat, and your hair is a little messy from tanaka instinctively gripping it whenever he feels his tip hit the back of your throat. it’s definitely a sight to see, a sight that has tanaka teetering on his edge. you’re about to try deepthroating him again, but he pulls you off by your hair and gestures for you to stand up.
“bend over the counter.” he grunts.
you get up and rest your stomach on the edge of the cold counter, bending over for him. he lifts one of your legs, placing it on the counter while you maintain balance with the other still planted on the floor. now your cunt is fully exposed to him and both of you shiver, you at the feeling and him at the view. tanaka makes sure he has a decent camera angle before thrusting into you. no teasing, no gimmicks, just straight to it. your body lurches forward a bit, tanaka is not taking it easy on you today and you don’t mind at all. his eyes are glued to your ass on his phone screen, watching it bounce every time he thrusts into you.
“fuck.” he moans, the grip that his free hand has on your hip growing a bit tighter. you’re whimpering with each thrust, each and every one of them hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. if anyone were to speak to you right now, anything you tried to say would sound like a bunch of babbling. that’s the power tanaka’s cock has over you, and he absolutely loves it.
“you ok down there baby?” he asks but you can hear the smirk he’s carrying in his tone. you say nothing, just continue to let your sweet, loud moans bounce off the walls of the kitchen. tanaka pulls you up so that your leg is still lifted on the counter, but your back is pressed flush against his body. he switches to the selfie camera and sets the phone down, resting it against a vase on the countertop so that both of you are in view.
“i want you to cum like this, ok?” he says and you nod eagerly in return. he begins thrusting into you again, placing tender kisses on the sides of your neck while his hands roam all over your body. you watch him on the phone screen, he looks just as fucked out as you do which makes you pulse around him. you move your hand down to your clit, knowing that neither of you would last much longer. tanaka slows the speed of his thrusts, but increases the precision as he aims directly for your special spot.
“oh my god ryu, i’m gonna- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder and he looses it, just as well as you do.
he pulls out of you and cums all over your backside, some dripping onto the floor as you use the counter to stable yourself from your weakening legs. he kisses your shoulder before reaching down to grab his phone and stop the recording. then he grabs your hips and turns you towards him and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.
“that was insanely hot.” he says as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
“you’re telling me.” you sigh, still shaking slightly from your orgasm. he cleans up the mess he made on the floor with a paper towel, then makes his way back over to you and picks you up bridal style.
“well let’s go shower and maybe we can record another one while we’re in there.” tanaka smirks and you shake your head as you laugh.
i guess that’s what happens when you have a boyfriend with high stamina.
kuroo
- like tanaka, kuroo would initiate it
- kuroo loves to take pictures and videos of you to show you off
- like he’s definitely one of those boyfriend’s whose instagram has more pictures of their partner than themselves
- he just thinks you’re so cute and wants the whole world to know you’re his
- but he doesn’t want them to know what you guys do behind closed doors
- so those pics and videos stay private, for his and your eyes only
- but he definitely loves taking them while you guys are in the heat of the moment
-is 100% the type to fuck you while watching your own sex tape
“kuroo, i’m kinda in the mood to ride you.” you say bluntly to your boyfriend who is sitting across from you on the couch. he pulls his phone away from his line of vision so he could look at you, searching for any signs of a joke in your expression. but you’re dead serious.
“i mean, what am i supposed to say to that? no?” he smirks that infamous smirk of his and you have to force yourself not to roll your eyes.
“just wanted to give you a heads up is all.” you say, climbing your way over to him and straddling his lap. he lays his phone on his chest and his hands instinctively find their way to your thighs, rubbing the smooth skin gently.
“hm, go for it. i’m all yours.” he grins then lifts his arms above his head as if permitting you access to his body. you smile down at him amusedly, desire eating away at you as you process his appearance. he’s shirtless, so his muscular build is on full display for you to inherently drool over. he’s wearing a pair of shorts made of the same material sweatpants are made out of, the fabric loosely resting on his hips dangerously low now that you’re sitting there and unintentionally pulling them down a bit. he catches your wandering eyes and chuckles at you.
“you know you can look and touch, right kitten?” he teases and you allow yourself to roll your eyes at him this time.
“sheesh, can i not just admire my hot boyfriend?” you huff jokingly before rubbing your hands up his chest and down his torso tenderly. you don’t fail to miss the slight blush raising over the bridge of kuroo’s nose which makes you smile.
“only if you let me admire you back.” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt as a signal for you to take it off. you do, bringing the piece of clothing over your head slowly, quite literally feeling kuroo’s gaze burning through you the entire time. once your top half is just as naked as kuroo’s, he starts massaging your boobs lightly and you let out a sigh at his touch. he moves his hands down your sides and over your thighs, letting them rest there again while rubbing his thumbs over your now tingling skin.
“can’t wait to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.” he groans as he scans over your entire body with eager eyes and a flush of heat runs through your body.
“yeah?” you question, beginning to roll your hips over his clothed shaft. his breath hitches and he picks up his phone that’s still laying on his chest.
“mhm, i’m gonna record it. so put on a show for me.” he grins and you feel a surge of arousal flow through you. you pull off the only piece of clothing you have left which is a simple pair of underwear, and pull down kuroo’s bottoms just enough so that you can get what you need. you grind your damp cunt against kuroo’s now hardening member in an attempt to get him fully erect. it works with ease, him getting hard for you in just a matter of seconds as he watches you desperately rock your hips against him.
you reach down beneath your body, grabbing his length and giving it a couple strokes before placing his tip at your center sinking down on him and feeling every inch stretch and fill you up perfectly. you let out a shaky breath and kuroo holds back a moan by biting his lip harshly. you begin to set a steady pace for yourself, lifting your hips up and letting them fall back down slowly enough for you to get used to kuroo’s above average size. you sturdy yourself by placing your hands on his chest, now picking up the pace of your movements.
“you’re so hot.” kuroo groans as he reaches down to grab your ass before giving it a harsh spank. you wince at the pain, but also moan at the pleasure from him massaging the cheek afterwards. you lift yourself a bit higher off of his length and sink back down quickly, causing you and kuroo to moan in unison. you continue this, lifting your body all the way up to his tip and then crashing back down to take all of him inside of you, making you both just a jumble of moans and pants.
“fuck, turn around. i wanna see that ass.” kuroo smirks and you follow his order. your now facing away from him, reverse cowgirl style, while he teases your hole with his tip. he has a firm grasp on his dick as he rubs it against your glistening folds, admiring the view in front of him.
“you ready?” he asks.
“mhm.” you hum. you move your hips around, eagerly waiting to feel him fill you up again. he chuckles at you before pushing himself into you, thrusting a couple times before letting you take the lead again. you start bouncing your hips up and down his shaft and kuroo nearly passes out. watching you ride him with your ass on full display for him is testing his strength, but he pushes through. he grabs onto your ass tightly and guides your hips to move at a bit of a slower pace.
“jesus, fuck.” kuroo moans, his grip on his phone faltering a bit as he begins to feel overwhelmed with pleasure. he tightens his grasp on the phone and starts fucking into you, matching the movements of your hips.
“yes kuroo, just like that.” you sigh, throwing your head back at the sensation.
“touch yourself, i want you to cum first.” kuroo breathes and you do as told. you rub your clit as you continue to grind on kuroo’s cock, meeting his thrusts halfway.
“mm, kuroo-” is all you manage to get out before you’re trembling and moaning, your core pulsating as you orgasm.
“fuck.” kuroo pants as he pulls out of you, giving himself a few tugs before spurting warm cum all over your ass. you two sit like that for a few seconds, letting yourselves regain stability. once you feel as though you can move again, you turn around and lay on kuroo’s chest. he’s still recording so he flips the camera to face you guys, lifts your chin, and presses your lips together lovingly.
“probably the hottest one we’ve recorded yet.” kuroo says after ending recording.
“yeah?” you laugh at his enthusiastic expression.
“mhmm, because you’re the star of it.” he smiles.
bokuto
- he comes home from practice and finds you waiting on the bed naked with your already recording camera set up on the side table
- babie is FLUSTERED
- like he just stands in the doorway, mouth gaped open, as if he’s too scared to walk in
- he’s seen you naked numerous times but you still take his breath away every time
- he’s so adorable
- finally snaps out of his trance and joins you on the bed
bokuto removes his shoes and climbs into bed with you. the contrast between him being fully clothed and you being completely naked makes both of you blush a bit.
“what’s all this about?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow, scanning your entire body which makes you tense under his stare.
“umm well, i was thinking about it and i thought it’d be really hot if we made a sex tape.” you explain.
“you wanna make a sex tape?” he questions.
“i mean yeah. it’ll be nice to have something to look back-”
“say less.” he cuts you off and practically tears off his shirt. you giggle at his excitement, already knowing that he was probably going to react this way. within the next few seconds, you aren’t the only naked one anymore and your eyes trail down bokuto’s body. just like how you never fail to amaze him, he never fails to amaze you. the way his toned muscles flex whenever he moves makes all your heat rush to your core.
“the view’s nice huh?” he teases and flexes his biceps a bit.
“shut up.” you laugh, “but yes, it is.”
bokuto grins at your compliment, then cups your face in his hands and captures your lips with his passionately. your lips mesh together effortlessly, as if you guys were made to kiss each other. bokuto deepens the kiss by swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, alerting you that he’s about to insert it into your mouth. he does just that and you let out a breathy moan that shoots right down to his dick. he hardens at your noises, kissing you deeper just to earn more. you could honestly kiss bokuto for hours. the way he always makes you feel like you’re the most fragile and precious thing he’s ever touched when he kisses you makes you feel overwhelmingly loved. though today’s makeout session is unfortunately cut short when bokuto pulls away and flips you over onto your stomach as if you weigh nothing. you let out a gasp, a little startled by the sudden force.
“sorry babe, i just really need to be inside you right now.” he admits and you laugh a little. you prop yourself up onto your elbows and knees, preparing for bokuto to insert himself into you.
“mm, look at that. all pretty and perched up for me.” he groans, rubbing your exposed cunt with two fingers. you tense at his light yet arousing touch, desperately wanting him to do more. as if he read your mind, he inserts those fingers inside of you at an antagonizing pace. you move your hips back in an attempt to speed up the friction but instead he pulls his fingers out and rests his hand on your ass.
“be” he spanks one cheek, “patient.” he finishes as he spanks the other. you whine at the stinging yet pleasurable pain and bokuto smiles sadistically while entering his fingers back inside you at a much faster rate. you moan as you watch yourself on your phone screen. you intentionally set it up using the selfie camera so that you could watch as bokuto fucked you senseless on the screen, and boy are you glad you did that. the smug look on his face while he fingerfucks you and thrusts into his own hand makes you clench around his fingers, craving something a bit bigger than the two digits.
“please just fuck me kou, i need it.” you moan. bokuto tries to pretend he’s not flustered by your words but is clearly taken aback. he could be the dominant one all he wants, but it’ll never change the fact that he goes completely weak when you beg for him.
“yeah? you want me to fuck you?” he grins, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the tip of his painfully hard member.
“mhmm, please kou.” you hum, knowing that begging gets you anything you want with him. this instance just further proves that statement because he begins pushing into you at the same antagonizing speed he moved his fingers at. but you can’t complain since it helps a lot with getting used to his size, because he most definitely does not have the smallest tool in the shed. he continues slowly pushing his way in until his lower abdomen is pressed against your ass, his cock buried deep within your tight hole.
“fuck, you feel so good.” he moans. you glance at your phone to see what he looks like and his head is thrown back, eyes shut tightly and mouth open slightly. your body tingles at the sight, pleasure is written all over his expression and you love it. he pulls out of you and thrusts back into you with brute force. his favorite thing to do ever since he learned that it makes you scream. he pulls out of you exceptionally slowly, waits a short second, and then slam back into you relentlessly. your toes curl at his his little trick and you bury your face into a pillow in an attempt to muffle your loud moans of his name and plenty other profanities. he does this a few more times, smirking at the way you’re completely falling apart beneath him, then takes a break and fucks you at a more steady pace. though he’s no longer pounding into your sweet spot, his tip is still brushing against it and your head goes fuzzy with pleasure.
“you fuck me so good kotaro.” you moan into the pillow, gripping the sheets around you tightly.
“only the best for my pretty girl.” he smiles “here, turn over. wanna see your face.”
you flip over onto your back, now looking up at bokuto who’s smiling down at you lovingly.
“beautiful, so beautiful.” he coos, rubbing his thumb over your cheek softly. your heart drops into your stomach. you know you probably look a hot mess right now. makeup ruined from you shoving your face into a pillow, face flushed from the immense pleasure, and hair a bit messy from it all. but he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in existence and your heart almost can’t take it.
“can’t wait to make you cum.” he finishes and without any warning, he grinds his hips into you smoothly yet assertively. he has a tight grip on your hips as he rocks into them and you are just about losing it beneath him. you’re gripping onto his biceps, surely leaving bruises that’ll form by tomorrow. but he doesn’t mind whatsoever. he loves seeing you all fucked out as he pounds into you, sputtering all sorts of moans and lewd words here and there with each thrust. he can tell you won’t be able to hold on for much longer, so he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs small and quick circles on it. he matches the tempo of his thrusts and watches you turn into a blabbering mess at his touch.
“fuck kou, jesus christ. i can’t-you’re gonna make me-oh my god-i’m gonna-“
you’re grip on his arms gets a bit tighter as you succumb to your forceful orgasm. your eyes roll back, your back arches off the bed, and you swear your vision goes dark for a few seconds. bokuto can almost never get a full thrust in after seeing you cum and this is no exception to that. as soon as he sees you come undone, he pulls out of you and releases all over your stomach with a rich moan of your name.
“i came so hard i went blind there for a second.” you admit and bokuto busts out laughing.
“shit sorry. not really though.” he shrugs, collapsing next to you.
“hush. i’m just glad we got that all on camera. i’ll definitely be watching that soon. speaking of, can you hand me my phone?”
bokuto reaches over to grab your phone of the nightstand and you stop recording.
“twenty minutes of gold content.” you say as you look at the length of the video.
request: hi omg i just started using tumblr again and i love your writing and can i request s/o riding captains thighs because that wud be spicy
a/n: god bless you for requesting this, it might be my favorite smut i’ve written so far tbh
daichi
- typically it isn’t very difficult to get daichi’s attention
-you’re literally his everything so his attention is on you always
- but sometimes he’s just extra busy and fails to give you your daily dose of daichi affection
- most times you just leave him be and wait until he isn’t busy anymore
- but sometimes you’re just so needy and you can’t help it
- and he secretly not so secretly loves it
“daichiii..” you whine at your boyfriend who just chuckles at you in amusement.
“what princess?” he asks, taking a moment to look away from the laptop screen he was focused on to glance at you. he is currently watching game clips from the volleyball team his is supposed to play in the upcoming week. he wants to study their plays so he could have a better understanding of what his team would be up against and how they should set up their offense and defense, but you are making it unnecessarily difficult.
“i want attention.” you huff, sitting up in your spot on the bed next to daichi so you could face him better.
“i’m giving you attention right now.” he laughs. he finds it extremely entertaining when you get like this, all whiny and extra just because he stopped giving you attention for a few minutes.
“but i want more.” you pout and he rolls his eyes at you.
“so needy, hm princess?”
you blush at the nickname. he calls you it twenty four seven, anywhere and everywhere you go but somehow it still never fails to make you feel giddy.
“just give me a few minutes ok? then you can have all the attention you want.” daichi says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.
now it’s your turn to roll your eyes because with daichi, a few minutes is never only a few minutes. especially when it comes to volleyball stuff, and you’re feeling quite impatient. so you decide to take matters into your on hands.
you get up from where you are currently seated and move closer to daichi, sitting so that both of your legs are on either side of his left thigh. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if he’s asking what you’re doing, and you just smile at him in response. you slowly start moving your hips, grinding them into the toned muscle of daichi’s thigh and he smirks.
“you’re something else, you know that?” he shakes his head before averting his attention back to his laptop. you continue with your antics, rolling your hips over and over against his thigh, but it’s not giving you the satisfaction that you’re craving. so you lift off of his leg ever so slightly, just enough so that you could pull off the shorts that were seemingly blocking you from receiving the friction that you desperately crave. now you’re just left in a pair of lacey panties and a shirt, tossing your shorts to the side and continuing your little mission. daichi keeps looking at you every so often, watching you use his leg for your own pleasure. if he thought he couldn’t concentrate before, he surely didn’t accommodate for this possibility. you watch his eyes linger on you, scanning your body and then focusing on your face which begins to heat up at his intense gaze.
“desperate little slut.” daichi groans as he watches you eagerly and you moan at his words.
“does it feel good?” he questions.
“hm, so good.” you hum as you continue jutting your hips in slow and smooth circles. you can feel yourself starting to get wet, the liquid pooling in your panties making the friction feel even better. daichi shuts his laptop and tosses it to the side, completely unable to focus on what he was doing anymore. he reaches under your shirt and starts lightly rubbing your sides, something he knows you like very much. you sigh at his touch, still moving your hips with a passion in an attempt to get yourself off. daichi eventually stops caressing your sides and begins lifting up your shirt with you helping him get it off. you aren’t wearing a bra so now your chest is on full display for your boyfriend and he looks like a starved man who’s just been presented a full course meal.
“so perfect.” he mumbles before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his fingers fondling the other. he works his mouth perfectly, alternating between twirling circles around your nipple with his tongue and sucking and nipping lightly on the bud. you can’t help but let out a string of moans as a wave of pleasure crashes through your body.
“your mouth feels so good.” you compliment daichi and he smiles with a light chuckle.
you slowly start to feel your core get tight and it feels like every part of your body has become ten times more sensitive. your hip movements against daichi’s thigh get a bit more sporadic and he notices, so to help you reach your climax he moves his mouth from your nipples to your neck. your weak spot. as soon as he attaches his mouth to what he had learned is your sweet spot awhile ago, you feel yourself begin to come undone.
“oh god, i’m gonna cum.”
“yeah? be a good girl and cum for me.” daichi’s voice comes out raspy with lust and you can’t take it anymore.
you shiver as your orgasm consumes you. your body shakes slightly as you ride out your high, panting and moaning daichi’s name as you come down. he watches you attentively, his dick now throbbing in his shorts.
“satisfied princess?” he asks as he takes in your exhausted appearance.
“very.” you coo, feeling blissful from your intense climax.
“good, now it’s your turn to satisfy me.” daichi asserts, gesturing to the tent in his pants and you excitedly prepare to get him off too.
kuroo
- you and kuroo are alike in many ways
- you share a lot of the same interests, morals, and ideals
- but one thing you do NOT share
- is his like for strange low budget sci-fi movies
- you try your best to be interested in the movies because you love kuroo and enjoy spending quality time with him
- but you cannot, for the life of you, get past the cringey special effects and god awful acting
- so most times you just pass out and sleep for an hour or two or just leave the room completely
- and sometimes, you do something that interests you a bit more…
you yawn of boredom at the antagonizingly slow plot of the movie kuroo had put on. but you glance over at him and he’s purely invested in the storyline, eyes stuck to the tv screen as he mindlessly shoves handfuls of popcorn into his mouth and you chuckle to yourself at the sight.
“can you please stop staring at me and laughing? that’s kinda rude you know?” kuroo huffs, still not shifting his attention from the movie, yet highly aware of your gaze.
“sorry, you’re just way more entertaining than what’s going on in this movie.” you admit.
“you’re so lame.” he teases, “the movie is clearly a masterpiece but you’re just not intellectually inclined enough to see that.”
“right. so i’m dumb for not liking it?” you smile amusedly.
“yes, that’s exactly what i’m saying.” kuroo agrees, finally taking a moment to look at you, give you a sarcastic smile, then quickly look back at the tv screen. you laugh lightly at him again. it’s actually kind of cute how excited he gets over these movies, it almost makes it worth sitting through two hours of garbage just to be in his presence. almost.
“you’re such a dork.” you tease back but he doesn’t even hear it because he’s listening closely to what’s taking place on the screen. you roll your eyes and try focusing on the movie too. it actually does grasp your attention for a few minutes but completely loses it when a fight scene that looks like it was recorded with a prehistoric android shows up. you mentally groan, completely bored out of your mind. you’re currently cuddled up against kuroo on the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over your shoulder, a bowl of popcorn in his other. you decide you may as well just close your eyes and rest for a bit but as soon as you shut them, and idea sparks in your mind.
you release yourself from kuroo’s grasp and reposition yourself so that you’re sitting with your legs around his thigh. he barely even acknowledges your new position and you get slightly offended.
“seriously? is the movie really that good?” you ask, bringing his attention to you. he looks you over, raking your entire body up and down with his eyes slowly.
“yeah it is.” he says bluntly, very obviously trying to hold back a smirk. he knows what he’s doing, trying to rile you up and you’re letting him.
“hey, rude.” you scoff at him with a pout and he just ignores you, pulling you further into his trap. “fine then.” you mumble and begin stripping off your clothes until you’re fully naked and you place yourself back onto his thigh. now he’s looking at you in amusement.
“you’re so fucking hot.” he praises.
“thanks, but don’t look at me. keep watching your movie since it’s so interesting.” you say shortly.
he raises and eyebrow at you and shrugs, looking back to the tv. he likes when you get bratty like that, and you like doing it too because although kuroo is usually dominant as it is, that’s when dominant dominant kuroo comes to play. and you love it. you also know that shrug means trouble for you later.
you push up the fabric of his shorts a little bit so you can have skin to skin contact with his thigh, wanting this to feel as good as it possibly can. kuroo pretends not to notice your actions but you know he’s watching you in his peripheral vision, which gets you going. you drag your hips along his thigh in back and forth motions at a steady and even pace, making sure to moan just loud enough for kuroo to get all hot and bothered. although he’s pretending as though he’s paying you no mind, you know very well he’s seething in his skin. he hates being teased, and that’s exactly what you’re doing.
“such a tease.” he snarks, finally directing his attention to you again.
“really? me? no, i don’t thinks so.” you joke and now he’s the one rolling his eyes at you.
“you know what happens to bratty girls who interrupt me while i’m watching a movie?”
you visually swallow at his words, the change in the tone of his voice which was now laced with subtle aggression making your pussy pulse. but you keep up your bratty persona, really wanting to pull the dominant kuroo you’re looking for out of his cave.
“i’m not really interrupting anything, no one said you have to pay attention to me.” you retort still rolling your hips against his thigh and moaning softly every so often. kuroo shakes his head, a smirk beginning to form on his face.
“oh so you wanna be punished?” kuroo grunts and you choose not to reply. you just continue grinding your now dripping cunt against his leg, maintaining eye contact with him as you let out a lewd moan of his name. big mistake. before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you’re flipped onto your back, fingers digging into your hips as kuroo pins you down and hovers above you.
“fine then, so be it.” he continues.
you most definitely CANNOT walk the next morning.
oikawa
- oikawa is truly amazing at planning dates for the two of you
- like he really just enjoys impressing you and making you swoon, it makes his heart very happy
- typically you prefer your casual dates where you two just hang out and get ice cream together or something simple like that
- but it is nice to get dressed up every one in awhile and go somewhere fancy, so you’re fairly excited for this date he has planned
- mostly because oikawa says he has a surprise for you, a dress he bought you to wear for this date
- says he saw it and couldn’t not buy it for you because he thought it’d look so sexy on you
- and boy, was he right
“holy shit.” he breathes as you walk out of the bathroom where you had just finished getting dressed up. hair done, makeup on, and the beautiful dress that oikawa bought you hugging you perfectly.
“you like?” you ask, giving him a little twirl so he could see the back too. he stays quiet, just taking in the sight in front of him. very clearly and obviously in awe.
“toru?” you tilt your head and snap a couple times at your silent boyfriend and he snaps out of his trance.
“come here.” is all he says and you walk over to his spot on the edge of the bed. he pulls you into his lap with ease and you find yourself straddling him, your dress rising up your thighs a bit. you readjust yourself so that you’re just sitting on one of his legs rather than both in order to relieve some of the tension on the dress.
“toru, you’re gonna tear the dress.” you giggle at his eagerness.
“sorry, you just look so good. had to get my hands on you.” he confesses as his hands find their way to your ass, caressing it through the fabric. you smile before grabbing him by the tie he’s wearing and giving him a kiss. the kiss was meant to be short and sweet but somehow ended up becoming messy and hot. your fingers are laced in his hair, tugging at it occasionally while his hands continue to massage your ass. you moan into his mouth and he grins before moving his hands up from your ass to your hips.
he guides them skillfully, moving them so that now your hips are gliding against his clothed thigh. you moan at the sudden sensation, and he pulls away from the kiss to look at you.
“i want you the keep riding my thigh like this until you cum, got it?” he directs.
“but toru, our reservation. we’re gonna-“
“shh. the faster you make yourself cum, the quicker we’ll be able to leave.” he asserts and you follow his instructions obediently.
he just leans back on his elbows and watches you, a deep blush across his face. though he comes off like the selfish type, oikawa is the kind of person who gets pleasure just from seeing other people in pleasure. so watching you desperately grind your hips into his leg while moans of his name and other pretty sounds are spilling from your lips is almost enough to make him cum himself. but he manages to keep himself together and continues to watch you circle your hips around his thigh.
“hm, i’m getting close. can you help me?” you ask oikawa, your eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure.
“mm, how do you want me to help pretty girl?” he responds.
“touch me, please just touch me.” you practically beg and he hums at how cute he thinks you are. he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing small circles on it.
“fuck oikawa.” you moan, now moving your hips on his thigh and his finger. he starts palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure that had built up there and groans at his own touch which sends a chill throughout your body. oikawa’s moans are your favorite thing ever, them alone can get you dripping wet within seconds.
“moan for me again baby, you sound so good.” you say breathlessly and he elicits yet another arousing moan causing you to let out one of your own. he begins moving his thumb faster along your clit, wanting to make you unravel right then and there and he is successful in his pursuit.
“gonna cum.” is all you can muster before a back arching orgasm forces its way through your body and it takes everything in oikawa’s willpower not to be right there along with you.
“jesus.” he mutters, eyes still locked on you as he watches you slowly revive back to your normal self.
“that’s why you bought me this dress huh?” you say once you’re finally able to form coherent sentences again. “just to see me cum in it?” you continue, shaking your head at the realization.
“well would you look at that, if we don’t leave now we’ll definitely miss our reservation so we should probably go.” oikawa dodges the question and all you can do is laugh.
if this was the case, he could buy you new dresses whenever he’d like.
bokuto
- bokuto and you share a love for thighs
- he’s obsessed with yours
- and you’re equally as obsessed with his
- so ever since you first tried thigh riding with him, he’s been throwing subtle hints for you to do it again
- “damn, my thigh is really cold. wish someone would sit on.”
- “would be a shame if a pretty girl was grinding on my thigh right now huh?”
- “imagine if you rode my thigh again haha, that’d be wild.”
- the only reason why you didn’t give in is because you didn’t want it to be like an everyday thing, you want it to be a bit more special
- but after a bit of waiting, you’re more than ready for it
you have just finished your period so your horny meter is off the charts and it’s always like this. a week without touching and advanced hormone levels, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do. so of course you really want nothing more other than to relieve yourself right now, and you know just the way to do that.
you and bokuto are out on a movie date. you’ve been trying so hard to suppress the desire burning in your core the whole night, but it’s pretty much impossible at this point. so when the movie ends you make it very clear to bokuto what type of mood you’re in as you leave the movie theater.
“when we get to the car, i want you to park it somewhere secluded then we’re hopping into the backseat.” you whisper to him as you leave the building and make your way to the parking lot. he shoots you a look, trying to read whether you’re joking or not. once he sees the deadpan look on your face, he knows you’re serious.
“oh? is my baby horny?” he asks unnecessarily loud. you hit him roughly on the arm as another couple that’s walking by overhears and looks at you weirdly.
“can you say it even louder? i don’t think the entire city heard you.” you snark and he laughs at your embarrassment.
“you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it baby. if you want me to fuck you, just say it with your whole chest.” he shrugs as the two of you reach his car, departing ways so you can get in on the passenger side.
“i don’t want you to fuck me though. i wanna ride your thigh until i’m shaking and cumming all over it.” you smile to him across the car and his face goes red.
“in the car, now.” he orders and you follow. it’s silent for a minute before bokuto pulls out of the parking space.
“is this what you’ve been thinking about all night?” bokuto asks, his hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubs light circles over the skin which gives you shivers. “i could tell, you seemed like your mind was elsewhere.” he finishes.
“i mean yeah, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for awhile actually.” you admit.
“why didn’t you tell me? you know i’ve hinted to wanting you to do it again like a gazillion times.”
“i know, i know. but it’s not something that i want to make a habit, i want it to be more of a special thing.” you say shyly and he flashes you a quick smile.
“you’re so fucking adorable, what even.” he coos before pulling into a deserted parking lot behind a building that had already closed for the night.
once he’s perfectly positioned into a parking space, he puts the car in park and turns the engine off. then he leans over to kiss you, his hand still tenderly placed on your thigh, the other cupping your chin so he can tilt your head and deepen the kiss. just like you’re obsessed with bokuto’s thighs, you’re obsessed with his kisses. he always kisses you so deeply, with so much passion and it makes you weak. after kissing for a few minutes, the two of you finally pull away to breathe.
“are you ready?” you ask bokuto breathlessly.
“more than ready.” he replies and with that you and him make your way into the backseat. bokuto sits first and then you place yourself on top of one of his thighs. you would be lying if you said you didn’t wear a skirt tonight specifically for this reason, and you’re so glad you made that decision. you also intentionally wore your thinnest pair of panties so that you could get more from your arousal. though this makes it very easy for bokuto to notice that you’re already soaking wet.
“jesus baby, you really are horny huh?” he groans at the feeling on his leg. you nod and look away from him, a little embarrassed at how you’re already so hot and bothered just from thinking about this. bokuto notices and uses his index finger to lift your chin and bring your gaze back to his.
“hey, look at me.” he says softly, “start riding.”
the shift in his tone from the soft one he was just using is alerting, and you obey his demand eagerly. you begin making short strides with your hips, rocking them back and fourth agaist bokuto’s leg while he rubs your thighs in the process. you moan as a shock of arousal shoots itself throughout your body. you steady yourself by holding onto bokuto’s shoulders and continue rocking your hips in quick motions. bokuto’s eyes don’t know where to land. he keeps switching between looking down at your hips as you grind them expertly against his thigh, and looking at your face which would occasionally scrunch up in pleasure as you moan. both making him unbearably hard.
bokuto knows you just ended your period. in turn, he knows that means your nipples are extra sensitive so he reaches under your shirt and unclaspes your bra, tossing it on the seat beside him. he then begins rubbing your already hard nipples between his fingers which earns a breathy moan of his name from you. between the intense feeling of pleasure between your legs and now the added pleasure of having your nipples played with, you know you’re not going to last much longer. so you unbutton bokuto’s pants after noticing how hard he is and grasp his erect member, making long strokes along the shaft before rubbing your thumb around the tip. you want him to cum with you and judging by the noises you’re getting out of him, you’re wish will come true. you continue riding his thigh and stroking his dick, while he continues playing with your nipples and you start to feel yourself get hotter and hotter.
“kiss me.” you say to bokuto and he happily obliges, attaching his lips to yours roughly. now the two of you are moaning into each other’s mouths as you get closer to you’re orgasms, doing everything you can to reach them.
“fuck, i’m almost there.” bokuto moans against you.
“me too.” you moan as well, your movements against bokuto’s thigh becoming more sloppy. your moans are increasing in volume and you know you’re both close.
“shit.” is all bokuto gives to warn you before he’s cumming all over your hand and the sight sends you over. you’re whole body tenses as your orgasm rolls through you, you gripping more tightly onto bokuto’s shoulders at the sensation.
you both give each other a minute to come down, still panting and trying to catch your breaths.
“i’m so in love with you y/n.” bokuto sighs once he’s finally caught his breath and you chuckle at his confession.
YOU KNOW WHAT⁉️THESE CHEATING ANGST THAT I’VE BEEN READING LITERALLY AFFECTED ME MENTALLY–I COULDN’T EVEN VIEW MYSELF BEING WITH MY FAVES ANYMORE BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE THEY’RE GONNA CHEAT ON ME AND I WOULDN’T BLAME THEM i literally read angst to motivate myself that i deserve better but now im in a slump of insecurity and WRATH
i think seeing an y/n who knows they deserve better and put their cheating partners on their places WOULD HELP so pls recommend some shawtys ☝️
you didn’t think it would work. well, you’ve seen it work for other girls and their boyfriends, but it was the internet, a lot of things are fake.
still, you sprayed the perfume on your neck, just for fun.
“oh, oh baby” he mumbled, rutting his hips into you with more brute force, holding your hips flushed against him, the kisses getting sloppier and sloppier every time his lips met your neck.
“ko, slow down baby- hahh!” your pleads fall on deaf ears, you can only scratch at his back while he keeps the abuse to your walls, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and hoping you’ll put up with him a little longer. “‘m not going anywhere”
he knows you must be tired, already going for a fourth round with barely any time to breath in between. every time he filled you up with his cum, and you laid in bed thinking it was finally over, the bed would suddenly shift and tower over you. you would look into his sweet eyes as he wordlessly begged you for what he needed.
so it does work.
bokuto was never one to be satisfied after one round only, but he wasn’t one to be so addicted that he had to go round after round inside of you either. his hands roam your body, searching for a place to settle themselves, but he can’t seem to find the right place.
“fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum again” he groans, tears gathering on the corners of his eyes, he’s so desperate to get that release, even if he’s already reached it countless times.
tonight feels different, he doesn’t know what it is about you, but he feels as if he needs to praise every inch of your body. he feels like he’s getting drunk in your pussy, and as much as he wants to stop and take a break, he can’t help himself from going back to you after a few seconds.
you curse under breath, you should be tired, you should be begging him to stop because it’s too much. a part of your body tells you you’ve already had too much and you’re past your limit, but it’s hard to listen when you feel so good, when every drag of his cock against that spongy spot inside you tells you to keep going.
his hands press against the headboard, the newly found position giving him a much better view of your fucked out body. god he loves seeing how ruined you are, how you drool and pant like a dog for him, watching how sensitive you become when his hips roll against yours.
“one more, pretty, one more and we’re done” he says, even though he doesn’t believe it himself. your legs start trembling, kicking and convulsing around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours as your fist the sheets beneath you. his gaze almost makes you feel embarrassed, if weren’t for the feeling of your orgasm taking over your body.
it doesn’t take long before he joins you in ecstasy, groaning in relief when he finally gets to cum inside, as if he hasn’t been doing that for the past hours.
he sighs when he comes down from his high, and slips out to lay over on the bed next to you. it’s hard to stay down, because whenever he tries to cuddle closer to you, he gets a whiff of the perfume, and it riles him up all over again.
warnings: a lot of trust issues and mentions of betrayal
summary: being a royal courtier has led you to build up an immovable wall, unflinching and unfeeling. sadly, the wall didn’t account for bokuto koutarou. maybe it isn’t so immovable anymore, is it?
note: this is the angstiest reader i’ve written i’m so sorry if it seems like a lot but also shoutout to @fukurodanni who i wrote this for!! i write a lot of gifts for them because they are lovely and very very kind. also happy belated birthday bokuto!! this is a little late <3
Trustworthy. Such a simple word with so many connotations. Throughout your years inside of palace walls and gilded rooms you have met only one person you think might fit into the word’s neat definition. Akaashi Keiji was your friend since childhood, and the only one who actually decided to stay. Even in the constricting stares of noblemen through court rooms, you know that no matter what you can look over to Akaashi and see someone who you can say anything to. How amusing that you won’t have that soon.
“How long do you think you will be gone?” You try to keep your voice even, almost an instinctual reaction to anything new and changing in your life, where the slightest shift in expression could ruin you, but you can tell Akaashi hears that timber in your voice when he looks over with a pained glance.
“Seven months.”
You turn away. You know it is irrational to be upset with him, because he doesn’t like this just as much as you do, but you can still feel those pinpricks against your chest, whispers of “he wants to leave you” settling across your skin. You shake it off and begin walking away, finding solace in the fact that you knew the footsteps you’d hear behind would still be there for a short while longer. You’ve never gone a day without hearing the soft, yet solid thumps against rich mahogany floors. It fills you with a comfort in the rhythm, a comfort in the stability of knowing you will hear it with you, behind you, that somewhere near you there will always be a friend.
How will the silence feel?
“I’m not going to be leaving you alone.” He says it gently, coaxing you back into speaking with him, with rationalizing, because that was always your relationship with Akaashi. A fine balance of assumptions and reasoning, of instinct and logic. It was how you built your friendship, and it’s also how you pull away and he calls you back.
“Oh really? Because it sounds like you won’t be here for four whole months.” You snap back in a hushed whisper, a knife cutting through the peaceful fog he tried to settle because now was not a time to think rationally.
“I am sending for someone to take my place in court during absence, and I’ve handpicked him. He will not leave you alone.”
“Oh so now it’s twochanges! Even better!” You throw your hands in the air as you walk through opulent halls of gold and silver, gaudy showings of wealth until you reach the oh so familiar doors of your room. You throw them open, and even though you feel anger pulsing through your veins you can feel your fingers hold open the door long enough for Akaashi to slip inside.
You take a deep breath, and keep your face away from him. “I know it’s not your fault. I know. But it still…. it still hurts me.” It’s a wound you can’t cauterize, an ache that won’t fade and you know it won’t heal until seven months have passed and you can see the soft smile that graces his face when you tease him just right again. “You just have to give me some time to come to terms with it.” You pace across the too big room and settle on the bed, not bothering to iron out the wrinkles that crease along the covers, allowing the fabric to crumple and bend as you bring your eyes up to the only person you’ve ever trusted.
“I will miss you. Terribly.” You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your mouth, however wet and broken it might be. He always seemed to know what to say with you, the knowledge passed on from sneaking out to dim-lit libraries and late night conversations leading to not only befriending you but knowing you. It shows in the soft sparkle in his eyes as he looks at you, a maimed smile stretched across his lips that melts into a grimace when you stand to hug him.
“And I as well, ‘Kaashi.” It’s muffled into his shoulder. You can feel the ruffles across the cuffs of his blouse brush against your back as he hugs you tighter, almost trying to memorize the feeling. You know you will both walk out with puffy eyes and tear stained clothing, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as you try to dig yourself deeper into his embrace, to feel as close as you can before you won’t be able to anymore.
“So who’s this replacement supposed to be? I need to know so I can avoid him.” You can feel his laughter echo from his chest to yours, the reverb bouncing through your body and settling you all at once.
“I think he will be quite difficult to avoid. He is someone I trust, and I know he will be there for you.” You hear his words, and you want to imagine living in a place where you can put that trust in someone, to meet someone and not pick out the flaws and imperfections, to see all the things they are with vulnerability and not judgement. This castle is shiny and tacky all at once, and you’ve learned to shield your eyes from views laced with fake gold. It isn’t worth the fantasy of pricelessness.
“There for me? Sure until he sees something brighter on the other side of the courtroom, then he’ll be out in mere moments.” Akaashi sighs and untangles himself from you, staring down in an almost disappointed, but not surprised, expression. How could he be surprised when he was there for the backstabbing and fake smiles and honeyed words laced with arsenic fed to you until you refused to eat anymore.
“Would you like to wager?” You throw him a confused look, noticing the slight shine to his eyes. The look that he knew something you didn’t. But this was a challenge, and this could get you through the seven arduous months of ghostly footsteps in hallways and lonely libraries. The thought of rubbing a victory in his face when he got back was also just as tempting.
“I’d love nothing more.”
——–
He leaves two days later.
Someone new arrives soon after.
The first thing you notice is that he is big. He is built like a knight rather than a noble, a strength to his movements, and a surety that you have rarely seen in those that surround you. It fills you with a curiosity. Watching through a window of the library you’ve stayed in for the past few days, hiding in a safe haven of memories that can keep you only so content without the one residing in them being beside you.
He is different, broad shoulders and an even broader smile pushing up his cheeks as he greets the party sent to welcome him, and you can’t help but stare through dirt covered panes and the ivy that covers them at the unusualness of it all. This was the one Akaashi trusted to be there for you? He was so open and vulnerable though, and your first assumption is that this is an act. It’s a fake naivete, a foolishness that would only last so long before revealing something deeper. The inevitable unfurling of fangs.
As if feeling a stare, the man’s eyes dart across the lawn, scanning across before looking up to the windows and settling on your figure. You freeze, breath caught in your throat in a vice grip as you lock eyes with him. Even through the window you can see golden irises looking at you with as much curiosity as you feel for him.
He smiles. A wave follows not soon after, instinctual and happy as he looks up at you, and the strangeness of it all tugs the small wave from your arm before you duck down and quickly walk to another section of the library. You are so unsure. It raises a feeling of discomfort in you as you finally sit down in a different corner of the library, far away from any windows or knightly nobles.
It didn’t appear as though he thought anything of you looking down to greet him. He almost seemed…. Excited? Almost childishly happy for the attention you gave him, a complete stranger, and it continues to bother you until you realize that you would eventually have to speak with him, and that confusion leads to intimidation.
This was not at all the man who you would think Akaashi would send to help you.
You manage to avoid him for the better part of the day, but peeking down hallway corridors and avoiding crowded spaces can only get you so far before you eventually feel a tap on your shoulder as you take your place to sit at the large marble table in the center of the castle. You hated court sessions, but you also hate the fact that this new stranger was tapping your shoulder from the same seat Akaashi sat in.
“Hello! It’s a pleasure to meet you, would you happen to be friends with a man named Akaashi?” He greets you warmly, so warmly in fact that you can’t do anything but stare at him in confusion until eventually he drops his arm in concern.
“Did I get the seats mixed up? Akaashi told me that whoever the person was sitting to the right of his seat was his friend, but I might’ve gotten it wrong I’m really sorry-” You watch him ramble for a few moments, and try to decipher what this could possibly mean. Was it a ploy to get on your good side?
“You didn’t get it wrong. I am Akaashi’s friend. I presume you are the man sent to… replace him, while he is gone?” You speak as coolly and calmly as you can, and despite the height difference you see him deflate the smallest bit at your tone.
“Ah! Good! Okay that’s reassuring,” He pushes his seat in more, the legs scraping across the marbled floor with a small squeak as he mutters to himself, “I was almost sure I got it wrong.”
“My name is Bokuto Koutarou, and I’ll be here to ensure your safety while Akaashi is gone.” Hearing that fills you with confidence. You had assessed him properly the first time you saw him.
“You’re a knight? That makes a little more sense-”
You hear a smothered laugh, and look up to see him covering his mouth with his hand. Noticing your incredulous stare he snickers one more time before uncovering his mouth to reveal the shark toothed grin underneath it.
“I’m so sorry, but why does everyone think I’m a knight? If you’re looking for a knight in my family, that would be my sister, but I am usually a court advisor.” You can barely manage to cover the surprised look on your face before you smother it. He was a court advisor? How could you have been so far off? The only court advisor you had ever met could barely be considered a person with the fangs they bared in every sneer and subjugating remark they threw.
From what he has shown he was nothing like that, and you didn’t know what to do. It made you nervous.
“Alright then. If you’re such an amazing court advisor that even Akaashi trusts you, what can you tell me about the people sitting here right now?” You motion your hand to the numerous others sitting down preparing for today’s council session, and Bokuto’s eyes follow your hand as you point throughout the room.
“I couldn’t tell you that right now, my main focus for today is to sit and watch the meeting. Once I do that, I can start to figure out who each person is and how they act.”
“So you aren’t quite good at your job then, huh? Aren’t court advisors supposed to be able to look in a room and have everyone “figured out” right away.” You motion your hands in air quotes as you look back at him with a smirk, and he gives you a wide smile before leaning closer.
“Nope! I’m actually great at my job, but this is just how I do things. Any court advisor can say they know everything about each person in the room when they walk in, but it’s usually a lie unless they’ve already acclimated themselves with the place.”
That makes you lean back, and turn silent as you turn your direction to the suddenly very interesting grooves in the table. You aren’t sure what confused you more, the honest response, or the way he completely ignored your jab like it was nothing. It didn’t feel like you were winning this exchange, but the even stranger part was that it didn’t feel like he was winning either. It was just… small talk.
You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the meeting, and he seemed just fine with that, as his focus was more so on each member who spoke. His eyes darted across each courtier’s face, tapping his finger quickly on the table, almost mouthing the words they spoke with each breath he took. He didn’t just focus on their words, he was in them, and you started to realize by the end of the meeting when everyone left and he stayed behind for a few minutes that he wasn’t kidding when he said he was good at his job.
———
It is three days later that he manages to catch you outside of a courtroom laced with eyes calculating each of your moves, and you aren’t quite sure what to think as you hear him call your name from down the hallway.
“I need to speak with you privately for a moment.” The sentence should fill you with dread, but instead you feel a sick sense of relief curl up inside of your chest. This was the moment you were waiting for after all, the moment just before the fall, and knowing there will be no one there to catch you. You wondered what it would be this time. What you didn’t like was the small feeling of sadness that snuck into your chest as well as the relief.
“Of course.” You don’t turn around, and you assume he understands to follow you as you hear his assured heavy footfalls against the floor continue again after a few seconds of pause.
You feel the door slip through your fingertips as you step inside of the library, and you can hear Bokuto catch the door with his own hand before coming inside as well.
“So.” You swallow. “What is it?” You almost wanted to brace yourself, but you knew that it wouldn’t change a thing in the end. A pain once felt never quite goes away even if you try to forget the sting.
“The Treasurer has been taking the money that is supposed to be going to the servants in the castle.” If you weren’t so shocked, you would have found it humorous how you have felt more taken aback and surprised in these past few days than you have in years, but that didn’t change the furrowing of your brow.
“What?”
“The Treasurer? The man sitting in the seat directly besi-” You shake your head.
“I knew who that is, and it is already well known that he has been taking money. The only problem is th-”
“He struck a deal with the Chancellor. I know that. I also know that the deal fell through and that he is no longer protected.” You look at him, the determined set of his jaw and fire dancing through his eyes and you come to the sudden thought that maybe Bokuto was created to take you off guard.
“How do you know that?”
“I just know. But I need you to back me up if he tries to challenge the claim.”
“Why me?” The question is blurted out quickly. And you can see a small smile tug at the edges of his lips.
“Because you are Akaashi’s friend, and because I trust you.” You bark out a small laugh.
“Why would you trust me? I have avoided you as much as I can and when we have spoken I have been nothing but cold to you.”
“Because your reaction to me coming here was the only genuine one I’ve seen the entire time I have been here so far. Everyone else was all smiles and ‘it’s so nice to meet you!’” His voice grows in pitch as his smile turns wider when he points a finger at you. “But you were the only person who was honest about how they felt when I came here. Even if that honestly was avoiding me like the plague and disliking me.” His grin lowers a bit as he laughs, hand scratching the back of his neck almost involuntary. “And also because if Akaashi likes you then that means I like you.”
You weren’t quite sure how to respond to that. You came in here with a sword at your throat only to discover that it was never there to begin with. A phantom of times past waved away with a simple smile and golden eyes. It made you want to laugh, but you weren’t sure if it was humor or hysteria clogging your windpipe.
His eyes soften at your confusion, and he reaches out, hesitant with his hand as it lands on your shoulder. “You don’t have to trust me yet, and I don’t want you to force yourself to, but maybe we could call this a ‘maybe you don’t hate me’ start?”
You blink away the tears in your eyes as you begin to calm down, and you look up to see him waiting with just the smallest bit of hope on his face, and you think he might be trying to hide it. He’s bad at it. It makes you smile.
“Maybe I don’t hate you, starting now.”
The grin that you are rewarded with dulls the fear that sentence forced you to face.
——-
The Treasurer quickly crumbled when faced with the quick way Bokuto walked in the next day. It was almost comical the switch from the easy-going attitude fades into seriousness as he describes how servants he went to described the slow loss of money throughout the last few months, to the point where some even reported having not even been paid in the last month. Although you stepped in to corroborate his statements, there was no need, as everyone in the council quickly turned against him.
When you later asked Bokuto how he knew while giving him a proper tour of the castle (he mentioned getting lost several times, and the thought of him asking some of the more skittish maids like Yachi for directions has had you smiling for most of the tour) and he all too willing to explain.
“I just had a feeling. He seemed much more cautious at the last two meetings than he was at the first. He was brazen and bold one day, and reserved and hardly speaking the next, almost trying not to draw attention to himself. Almost like….” He tosses a grin your way, "He didn’t have that nice protection anymore.” Hearing him describe it makes it all seem so easy to spot, from his chipper demeanor down to the way he even made it sound. Like child’s play.
“You make it sound so simple, I feel stupid for not seeing it.” He shakes his head quickly, eyes widening as he turns to face you fully.
“You’re definitely not stupid! It’s just… Most courtiers are so busy putting up their own walls and hiding expressions, they fail to see the cracks in others’ defenses. Isn’t it easier to see when you don’t have to scale a mountain to get a clear view?” He says it all gently, and you see that he hasn’t just been reading the others in the meetings as he studies.
“Sometimes a mountain hides a dragon.”
His expression softens.
“And sometimes it doesn’t.”
You go to sleep that night feeling conflicted, because you know that he saw your walls from the first day he met you, and you can feel scratch marks of someone trying to get through when your tired hands graze across their surface.
——–
You start to speak to him more often after that day. It makes you feel almost guilty at the way his eyes light up when you stop to wait for him in the hallway, or invite him to sit with you in the library, as if he can’t quite believe it each time.
It becomes more comfortable, more easy, and you find yourself slowly wrapping your own hands around the bricks you layered on top of each other beside his own. Maybe some walls can come down with the right push.
You can feel a small tap against your shoulder, and you look over to glance at Bokuto with a look so laughably upset that it takes a strength you didn’t know you possessed not to laugh.
“Do they really do this at every meeting? I thought you were kidding before.” You spare a glance to the two bickering, Kuroo and Daishou had never been on good terms with each other from the moment they joined the council’s inner circle, and that certainly hasn’t changed with time.
“Sometimes they like to spice it up. They argue before the meeting and just sit glaring at each other for an hour until they leave to go argue alone.” You turn your head back to face the two arguing about something you aren’t even sure you can decipher at this point, hearing the grumbling sigh as Bokuto lays his head on the table.
You lift your hand underneath the table to pat him gently on the knee. “They’ll be done soon, and after that, we can go to either the gardens you like so much, or the library.”
You can see his hair practically rise back up from how quickly his demeanor shifts, eyes crinkling as he smiles at you. “We can go to the library afterwards!” His voice echoes across the chamber, and he quickly ducks his head down from the withering glares he receives in return from the bickering men sitting in their chairs. You suppress a small chuckle at the sheepish look on his face.
You feel like you have gotten a better read on Bokuto from how much time you have spent with him, and despite being fantastic at his job as a royal advisor, a point that he doesn’t hesitate to state often, he is much louder than many of the other courtiers seated around you. Including yourself. You think that if you didn’t know Bokuto you might find it childish, or a show of arrogance, but seeing it now draws a fond smile to your face.
When the meeting adjourned he practically shot out from his seat quickly walking towards the west wing where the library was located. You had to almost sprint behind him in order to catch up, his fast pace paired with much longer legs always made it difficult to keep up with him when he was on a mission.
“Slow down! If I had a coin for every time you have almost left me behind in these hallways I could pay someone to carry me to your destination.” You grumble as he slows down, laughing and extending his hand to you.
“Can that someone be me?” You eye his hand skeptically.
“That depends, how much money are you charging?”
“Oh for many my services are much too expensive, but for you?” His eyes swim with mirth as he motions for you to come closer. “Free of charge.”
————
“Have you ever heard the story of Achilles?” He tilts his head to the side, balanced on the palm of one hand as he looks at you curiously. You are both sitting in armchairs over by the window overlooking the entrance to the castle, a book in your hands as he sits relaxed in his own seat, content to simply watch you read.
”No. Could you tell me?” You smiled, glad to have someone interested and willing to hear you talk about something you enjoy. No matter how much you adore Akaashi, he has read each book you reached for in the library you’ve raised yourself inside, but now you have a captive audience. And he has never heard the story before.
“Achilles and Patroclus were lovers, and when Patroclus died in battle, Achilles flew into a rage, and killed Hector, one of the great warriors on the Trojan side of the war, desecrated his body, and disrespected the gods.”
“Didn’t he know not to do that?”
“Yes, that was the point.”
“Hm?” His bright eyes flashed in confusion.
“He wanted to die”, you speak softly, whispering words wrapped in pity for a man you’ve known only on ink stained pages. “Because after Patroclus was gone the only thing he wanted to do was be killed so he could be reunited with Patroclus in Elysium.”
Silence seeps in from the corners of the room before you feel a question hang in the air.
“What do you think Elysium looks like?” He asks you with a sincere look stretched across his face, and you take a moment to let the surprise wash over you before thinking about the question.
“A library. A quiet library where anyone can see each other, and talk as loud as they want without disturbing anyone else. A library with all of the knowledge of the world, ready for everyone to read and discuss. Oh! And comfortable chairs.” The last part draws a bubbling laughter from his chest, head now cradled in his crossed arms as he leans forward onto the arm of the chair.
“What do you think it would be like?” He thinks for a bit, nose scrunched as he concentrates in a way that brings a soft smile to your lips. You see golden irises lock onto yours as he finds his answer.
“I think it would be a field. A great, big field that stretched forever, and had every flower, even the ones that bloom in different seasons, all together at once. I think it would be warm, and I think there would be very comfortable chairs.” He grins at you when you laugh, face shining with pride. You nod sagely, about to say you agree to disagree, but another question comes forward once again, albeit more apprehensively.
“Do you think they are happy?”
You almost tell him it’s a myth, that there is almost no chance that those two men truly existed in any world other than fiction, but then you look at him, rays of sun streaming through the window as bright, technicolored beams shine across the side of his face as he looks at you in a way you don’t think anyone has before. Like he really sees you, even without years of time to get there. You don’t know why that grabs a feeling in your chest that you didn’t know was there.
“I think so.”
You think you can smell flowers when you leave the room later that night.
——-
You tried to avoid him after that moment. You were fine letting a wall down in front of him for now, but there is something else that has slipped through the cracks that you did not anticipate. You have read about it from many different perspectives and genres, but you know it always comes with vulnerability. And you aren’t sure that’s a vulnerability you are willing to spare yet.
But it’s hard to avoid him again when he has become such a fixture in your life now. Almost five months have passed and it feels wrong not to hear his laughter in your ear as you walk through the hallways, or have his comfort and quiet curiosity as he asks you questions in the library. Now you have two ghosts in your life, and you aren’t sure you can handle it.
It also hurts when he notices, the resignation in his form palpable as you see him in the seat next to yours, or when he allows you to leave without a word.
You break all too easily when he asks to see you in the gardens that day. He had discovered them a few weeks back, and had dragged you along to explore every inch of them for two days straight, but it was his favorite place in the castle, and it quickly became your second favorite as well. Despite having memorized their sprawling hedges long ago, you can’t help but smile even as you glance at them now, having filled them with memories of turning pages and whispered conversations.
“Why do you keep on avoiding me?” The question punches you across the jaw, not sparing any mercy as he looks at you with hurt streaked across his features.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You can avoid it. Hide away, stack brick onto brick, mortar laid neatly between the layers as you seal yourself away-
“Please.” Well that just isn’t playing fair.
“I apologize if you believed that was my intent,” you’re praying to any god that might hear you that he can’t register the quiver in your voice as you speak,”but I have been very busy lately, and thus I haven’t been able to spend much time with you.”
“We both know that isn’t true.” He pauses, swallowing as he shifts his gaze from you to the hedges forming the maze surrounding you, the maze that just a week ago you had happily walked through with him in tow, familiar footsteps with a familiar smile.
“Did I do something wrong? If I did, then tell me. I can fix it if I did something wrong, but you need to tell me.”
You are astounded again by just how good he is. An innocent push sends you stumbling, and a naïve question has you gasping for air as you look at him desperately.
“No! You’ve done nothing to me, trust me you have done absolutely nothing I just…. I have to have some space for a while, nothing more.” You hate the way your heart flutters as he looks at you concerned, at the way he reaches out to lay a hand on your shoulder. At how it sends you spinning.
“Are you okay? You can speak to me if you need to, you know I will always be here, but if you wish to do this on your own, I will still be here waiting.” He pulls away, and a part of you screams at the loss. He is going to walk away, you will have pushed him away. Isn’t this what you wanted? But why doesn’t it feel good? He is trying to give you the space you say you want and yet the feeling of his hand on your shoulder gives the first glimpse of peace you have had in one week. The feeling makes you weak, and you quickly shut your eyes.
“Our relationship.” He turns around, eyes wide as he looks at you.
“Our what?”
“Our relationship. I like what we have, and I like the way we are with each other but….” You trail off, words caught in your throat as you try to speak, but the courage you gained from the fear that guided you to speak in the first place has dried up before you could finish.
“But what?” He speaks softly as he turns around fully, broad shouldered and spiked hair just like he looked the first time you saw him, only more confused but no less beautiful.
“But…. I can’t say what I’m trying to say,” It draws a frustrated breath from you as you run a hand through your hair exasperatedly. “I-I want to tell you, but I-” You look at him pleadingly, begging him to understand.
He looks at you for a moment, eyes shifting from confusion to focus as he looks at your panicked form, palms sweaty and outstretched as you gesture for him to unlock your voice from the proverbial trap you’ve led it to. There’s a moment of puzzlement. Before understanding.
“You like what we have, but….” He glances at me once more, "You want more.” You cannot breathe, simply staring at him as he looks at you with an expression you wish you could read as he could read you, but it remains an enigma even as he inches closer.
“Would you want that? To be more?”
A desperate part of your heart you’d thought you had smothered successfully in the panic just before dashed to the edges of your chest. Pounding incessantly in reply.
“I don’t know. I’m scared.”
“Well why are you scared?.” This is the moment when you realize that Bokuto is more like Akaashi than you previously thought, simply analytical and thoughtful at precise moments rather than showing that pensive side all of the time. A hidden ace in a deck of cards.
“You’re the one good thing I’ve ever had, and I’m so scared of ruining it.”
“What about Akaashi?”
“He is also goo-”
“You haven’t hurt Akaashi, have you?”
“Well no-”
“Then what makes you think you’ll ever hurt me?” There’s an amused exasperation in his words, an affectionate swirl of yellow dancing through his eyes as he looks at you.
“I don’t know? Fear? That you won’t like the burden of being around me. That it will be too much. Too heavy.” You can feel yourself clam up, and you grasp at threads of your dress. A hand goes to untangle your fingers as he laces them with his. You don’t raise your head, scared that if you look at him you will shatter just as easily as you did as a child with a softer heart.
“Even if it was a burden, that does not mean it isn’t worth carrying. And I will carry anything you are willing to give me. Whether it be your sadness, your happiness, or your heart.”
Fear wraps around your throat as you realize you want to give it to him. A map of jagged edges and sharp scraps, of thorn bushes that prickle your skin and deep into your open ribcage with whispers of doubt and contempt for those around you. You want to show him everything and that is the most terrifying thing you’ve ever come across in this castle.
Your heart is crumpled and small and tired but it is his if he only asks.
And he did ask.
“I will only oblige if you let me carry yours as well.” It’s uttered in one shaky breath you finally released from your throat. Nervous and scared, but with a wisp of hope cradling your words as you finally manage to look up and meet the gaze of the gold eyes you slowly fell in love with. You almost want to laugh at yourself in your foolishness, that you ever thought for a moment they could be fake, when their brilliance outshines even the gaudiest of jewels a noble might showcase.
He laughs breathlessly and squeezes your hand in his own, as one reaches to cup your cheek with a tenderness you don’t think you’ve ever known. “You have held it in your grasp the moment I waved to you behind a dirty windowpane.”
You’re stunned. Drunk on the euphoria of happiness, dazed from the joy of you’ve never felt, and you can feel a shocked laugh bubble through your chest until it bursts out in a flurry of giggles. Your own abandoned hand finds the crinkle next to his eye as he smiles at you. You stand up, throwing yourself at him and trusting him to catch you.
The familiar feeling of arms encircling you as he tugs you ever closer, as if there will always be too much space separating you from each other. You feel the world spin as he twirls you both around, and you feel a dizziness creep up on you, but you don’t think you care when you can feel yourself soar for the first time in your life in a garden of flowers. You remember your conversation in the library as he sets you down and you lift yourself as high as you can as he leans down to catch your words.
“I think you were right. It is filled with flowers.”
———
There are only three more days until Akaashi comes back, and you can tell it weighs on Bokuto’s mind as he writes letter after letter to him, figuring out a permanent seat for himself, as well as lodgings inside of the castle with the council as he begins to place his roots down carefully in your home. He almost always comes to bed late, hands stained with ink, and shoulders slouched from leaning forward, but always with a smile.
This time you find him in a tucked away corner in the farthest wing from your room, too focused on the scratching of a pen to paper to notice you slip through the door until he feels a hand ghost across his shoulder. He sighs as he looks to face you with a sheepish smile.
“How did you find me?”
“I was tired, and wanted to find you. So I did.”
“Did you even look anywhere else?” The smile that slowly stretches across your face answers his question as he groans and pulls the chair back to truly face you.
"Even in a room full of thousands I could still find you”
“Because I’m tall?” You couldn’t stop the fond smile stretching across your lips even if you tried, and you cup his cheek as he looks at you with nothing but adoration swimming in an iridescent gold.
“Because you’re you,” you laugh softly, and you watch his face light up, as though all he ever wants is to hear you laugh, “And I will never find anyone as wonderfully brilliant as you.”
“And you’d be able to find me?”
“Always.”
He laughs giddily as he tugs you closer, practically laying on top of each other in the chair you squeezed yourselves in. It has never felt more comfortable.
“Please, let’s go to bed.” He sighs as he melts at your words, already beginning to stand, but not without taking you with him with a laugh at your noise of surprise.
——–
You’re filled with a sick sense of anticipation as you retire to your bed for the night, already dreading the smile that will spread across Akaashi’s face when he sees Bokuto’s hand clasped tightly in yours (a habit you would not even begin to think of admonishing him for), and the amount of paperwork you will have to endure for weeks.
But then you feel two arms encircle your waist, and suddenly the punishment seems like a small, trivial thing when compared to what you have gained from losing. A friend, someone who you care for and who will care for you, and trust even in a sea of doubt.
The thought makes you smile as you drift to sleep. Maybe some wagers are worth losing.
◦ ok so bokuto was at a volleyball tournament for like 6 days
◦ the moment u opened the door for him he started kissing u and dragging u into the bedroom
◦ he just missed his cute puppy so much <3
you’ve been laying here for you don’t even know how long. your thighs are shaking and bokuto has to hold them apart, to keep eating his cute little puppy out. “k-kou” you put your hands in his hair as you felt you 4th? 5th?, you’ve lost count, orgasm building. “ ‘m gonna cum kou g-gonna cum again fuck !” you said. “come on puppy come again for me” you came with a loud moan but bokuto didn’t give you any rest. “my good puppy can handle some more, right?”
Your transfer into Karasuno High School comes a week and a half late.
It comes to no surprise to you—your surname change and school transfer took a good three weeks to occur. Fast, apparently. You had, after all, been informed of the possibility that it would take longer to process through. And you knew that if that was the case, you would refuse to attend school at all… Only travelling back and forth after hours to collect any homework and textbooks required.
For some reason, the Vice Principal had permitted you to do so for the week you were absent.
(You think it’s because he’s a closeted fan of your aunt’s—the person who had been taking you to and from school during your week of absence. You’ve seen the lingering gazes and maybe the magazine stuffed haphazardly under a pile of paperwork and books on his table in his office. You hope he doesn’t attempt to garner any favours for you by allowing you to do this.)
So the first time you turn up to class—you don’t show your face at all. You don’t particularly consider yourself a goody-two-shoes, but you’re dressed elegantly for class, clothes ironed out and crisp against your skin. Your hair is neat, and you turn up 20 minutes early to class. Your seat, labelled, is in the third row of the classroom and by the window facing the courtyard. It’s clichéd, but it works for you because the view beyond the window isn’t spectacular, but it’s incredible all the same.
(It’s easier to imagine everyone as ants—insignificant, until they bite. The view from the window only helps to prove your point.)
Academically, your grades are only slightly above average—excelling in only two classes aside from Phys. Ed, as expected from a volleyball nerd.
One by one, your classmates trickle in, finding their seats and preparing for the day. You’re glad they don’t notice you. Or maybe they do, but they’re refusing to approach you, given that you’re wearing a Calvin Klein cap and a black Adidas mask—Not your choice of clothing, but you unfortunately had nothing else less illustrious. You had only been in Miyagi for less than three weeks after all.
(You had purposely selected something less pricey to wear—You clearly had other expensive clothing from more expensive brands, given the black Balenciaga sneakers you had worn on the way to school. Not that anyone needed to know, of course.)
You dreaded the lone self-introduction that came with new beginnings. Words didn’t come easy to you—it never had. And it was even more difficult now that you were forced to hide your identity. Nevertheless, when the bell toils to indicate the beginning of class and your name is called to the front, you immediately remove your cap and set it down on your table, rising to introduce yourself. The stares of your class are unnerving, and you take several moments to ground yourself before speaking up in your usual, quiet voice.
“Satō (Y/N). 15. From Osaka.”
And you promptly sit back down, not willing to interact with any of your classmates. You hope your somewhat cold attitude brings a sense of “please don’t talk to me” to your peers. Your time in high school would pass by much quicker if they did so. But it’s unfortunate that not everything goes your way. In fact, it’s safe to say that barely anything does, and you wonder how long you’re able to keep up the facade you’ve put up: You’re wearing contacts. Purple ones that make you stand out amongst your classmates. Your face mask. Your unwillingness to speak.
It’s really only a matter of time before they find out who you are.
So when lunch rolls around after a handful of classes, you’re not surprised to suddenly find yourself surrounded by your classmates. They’re loud, and your introverted self can’t handle them, slowly shrinking into yourself as they continue to bombard you with questions.
There are some you’re willing to answer, and there are some that you can’t.
“You’re from Osaka, right? Why don’t you have the accent?”
“Why the contacts, and why purple?”
You don’t mind the questions, but—Your breaking point is when one of the boys attempts to tear your mask off. And the change is instant. You immediately slap his hand away and rise abruptly, taking your packed bentō with you to somewhere much more quiet.
The rooftop.
Technically, you’re not supposed to be there—the door was locked, after all. But you’re more than experienced in picking locks: you used to do it all the time to enter your middle school’s gym early in the morning, until the supervising teacher was fed up with you and gave you your personal key.
(You still have that key—It’s a good luck charm of sorts now.)
The gentle Spring breeze of mid-April brushes through your hair, carrying the sounds and scents of your classmates and fellow school students as it brushes past. You take a seat on the edge of the building, legs swinging over the side despite the existing railing. You’re well aware that you’re bound for trouble, but the thought flies directly over your mind as you uncover your bentō and relish in the ‘silence’. The little plastic lunchbox carries your favourite dish, spread neatly over rice and you unhook your face mask.
You devour the meal at a leisurely pace, savouring the taste with a slight hum and watching a certain pair pass a volleyball to one another in a set-receive motion.
……Which reminded you that you were supposed to go to Shiratorizawa—the school your parents had a share in finances in…
…And a building, you sigh to yourself. One of the five gyms on campus, named after my family from their sponsorship.
And naturally, you refused, knowing that your fame would never dissipate if you ever went there. After all, Shiratorizawa was a prestigious school known for both it’s sports and academics. You had no interest in prestige—which is the sole reason why you had selected Karasuno over even Aoba Josei.
(Totally not because of some guy named Oikawa Tooru. Nope. You refused to even become acquainted with him. You’ve heard the rumours and you flat out refuse.)
Sighing, you take a sip of your water bottle and close the lid of your bentō. And—
—The rooftop door swings open with a bang.
“What are you doing here?!”
It’s the vice principal and you baulk, face paling slightly. But all you do is rise to your feet and bow. The vice principal stares back and pales slightly, not expecting you to immediately wordlessly request for forgiveness. And he panics.
(It’s admittedly amusing.)
“Alright, alright! I get it. I won’t punish you for sneaking up here.”—was he trying to gain favour from you?—“Instead, I will say that you must sign up for a club by the end of tomorrow. Submissions end this week for the beginning of year applications, but I can make a special exception for you.”
Club activities at Karasuno were compulsory for half a year, at least. But applications received at the beginning of the year tended to indicate some kind of semi-permanent position. Permanent, unless something serious occurred.
Like the events that led to your downfall in your final year.
The vice-principal gives you no other options. You sigh dejectedly, despite knowing your ability to seek trouble accidentally, and shut your bento. You follow the vice principal down the narrow stairwell and into his office, receiving the application paper and the booklet with the list of available clubs.
Instinctively, you seek for the volleyball clubs.
The vice president, well aware of your identity, grins slyly and taps the space between the two volleyball teams.
“The girls team is seeking for more members, and the boys team is looking for another manager to take over from their third-year when the year is over.”
You deadpan and shut him down immediately, leaving the room.
“I’ve given up on volleyball.”
He visibly deflates at the tone of your voice, wig almost slipping from his head.
(Silently, you wonder how it stays on his head in the first place.)
In the end, you wander outside during the free study line you’re given and into the crowd of clubs seeking their final applicants. Accidental, of course, but you’re caught up in the crowd anyway. And after several moments of being jostled and shoved around, you end up in front of the school gym—a place you had yet to explore. But you pause for several minutes, listening to the sounds arising from the gym in curiousity. And it barely takes you 30 seconds before you sigh once again.
(Fate was cruel to you, wasn’t it? Because the thumping sounds you could hear from outside the gym didn’t belong to the basketball club. They belonged to the volleyball club—the boys one, because you could hear the deeper voices call “alright!” from within.)
You do, however, linger at the entrance, mostly because you have no idea of the direction back to your classroom or the library—another place you have yet to explore—and partially out of curiosity. And as it goes, you get caught by a grey-haired upperclassman who approaches you with ease.
“Are you…. maybe looking for the girl’s volleyball club?” he questions you with an air of friendliness, unlike those you had experienced in your classroom, and a smile, “Sorry, but you’ve just missed their captain.”
You shake your head gently, nervous beneath the mask.
(Nervous, because you hadn’t expected him to appear from behind you. Nervous, because he was holding a pair of red and white volleyball shoes. Nervous, because he was obviously a member of the boys volleyball team.)
“I, um,”—was caught up by the crowd of people looking for members to their clubs, swallowed up by them, spat back out and—“got lost.”
“I see.” The pretty male chuckles politely, taking note of your dishevelled appearance and taking a polite assumption of your situation, “They do become quite ravenous when it comes to the last few days. I’m glad you got out of there safely.”
He’s kind, you notice, and you relax slightly. You also notice he’s about to say something else, when—
—“Suga! You’re finally here!”
The voice comes from the barred window just behind the silver-haired senpai and he jolts with a loud “Geh!”, face paling in shock. The corner of your lips curl upwards ever so slightly. It’s somewhat nostalgic, you suppose, that excitement that comes with playing the sport you love.
Mr. Kind steps to the side and turns to Mr. Head-in-Window.
“Daichi! Don’t scare me like that!”
But ‘Daichi’ no longer pays attention to ‘Suga’. Instead, his intense expression is directed to you—the you who’s slowly yet subtly withering beneath his intense gaze. Naturally, Daichi notices and relaxes, lowering himself from the window quickly. He disappears for several moments, before the door to your left swings open to reveal the said senpai.‘Daichi’ greets you, an expression now equally as kind as ‘Suga’ who was still recovering from his shock. You pat the grey-haired senpai on the back, silently amused. ‘Suga’ tenses from your touch, however, but says nothing and turns to watch your interaction with the captain.
“Can we help you?”
You tilt your head slightly, violet eyes glinting in the shadow of the alleyway. “Sorry. I got lost.”
Suga chuckles at your blunt statement and decides to elaborate in your place. “She got caught up in the crowd of people recruiting for clubs and found her way here.”
Like Suga, Daichi laughs. “I should’ve known,” he teases, “your hair is quite a mess—“
You panic. Scrambling to fix your hair using the glass screen of your phone. And it takes you several moments before you freeze and flush in embarrassment, realising you don’t even know their names properly and they’re already teasing you. And even then you can think of nothing more to do than to deadpan at his words, running your fingers through your hair to calm it down.
But Suga just stares at you. Your violet contact lenses and face mask intrigue him. It wasn’t everyday that someone adamantly went out of their way to break the school rules, and violet wasn’t a common colour for contact lenses anyway—the main reason why it intrigued him in the first place. But the grey-haired male seemed to understand that if he were to question your reasons for wearing them, that it would result in you promptly leaving.
And something told him you didn’t want to leave.
The two third-years had heard of the rumours, of course. Rumours that had spread rather rapidly within the two hours between the time you had left your classroom indignantly and now. They were rumours that spoke of a rich girl. Haughty and rude.
But watching you adorably and frantically fix your hair in the screen of your phone made them think otherwise.
(It was painfully obvious that the rumours were about you. After all, there was only one person in the school now who would constantly be wearing a face mask, had violet eyes, and wore a pair of black Balenciagas outside of the school building. And the rumours weren’t kind either. Suga hopes the rumours don’t bother you at all.)
Suga glances at Daichi, catching his eye. The taller of the two nods, and turns to talk to you once more. He smiles warmly.
“Would you like to come inside? We’re just having ordinary practice, and those guys,” he points over your shoulder at the cord behind you, “won’t be done for another two hours at least.”
There is no judgement in his voice. You know of the rumours and they downright terrify you. But you can’t help but maintain that hope that it wouldn’t move past just that. Rumours.
Your hesitation is obvious but you nod anyway, knowing that you were taking up their precious practice time.
(You knew there was another way to get into the school without passing through that crowd, but you can’t help but be curious anyway.)
Suga senses your hesitance and he, too, smiles at you brightly. “You won’t be imposing or anything if you sit on the sidelines and spectate, you know? The only thing you might have to watch out for is flying balls.”
Your hesitation ceases. You nod once again and follow them inside.
“So….” you begin nervously, “S-Suga-san and Daichi-san, was it? You’re both third-years.”
Daichi flushes bright red and Suga just laughs at his expense, completely unfazed by the fact you’ve just called him by an affectionate nickname of his. He slaps Daichi heartily on his back. You, however, begin to wonder if you’ve done something wrong, given the bright flush on his cheeks. And as you open your mouth to ask, Suga beats you to it.
“That’s right,” he grins brightly, “I’m Sugawara Koushi, a third-year setter for this volleyball team. You can call me Suga though. And this is Sawamura Daichi, our captain.”
Your face, or at least what was visible of it, flushes equally as red as the third-year captain almost immediately. Flustered, you promptly bow at 90-degrees, stuttering out apologies at the fastest possible pace you could manage.
“I’m so sorry Sawamura-senpai—“
The male in question holds out his hands and waves it around frantically.
“There’s no need to apologise—“ he begins, only to be cut off by another voice. The voice is gravelly, teasing and very much rough. In a yankee-street gang-yakuza style. You don’t particularly hate it though—it’s a change from the two kind ones that you had spoken with.
—“Oya?” The voice begins, the sound nearing with every millisecond, “What’s this? Daichi has made a kouhai apologise to him?”
You rise and promptly point your gaze at the newcomer. Yankee, indeed…. Or perhaps not, but his appearance certainly gave the impression of one. With a buzzcut and an aggressive-yet-teasing look on his face. And that saunter too. But the expression of curiosity and the saunter disappears a split second later however, when the male in question realises that you’re of the opposite gender to him. And he comes practically crying to Suga, pulling him away so you can’t hear him.
…. Except that you can, because he’s not exactly the quietest of people, so you can hear every word he’s saying.
“Agirl?” he whisper-yells to Suga, “I didn’t know you were bringing one today?!”
And of course, Suga whisper-yells back, slapping the yankee-esque male on the back of the head. “You idiot, Tanaka! Of course not! She got lost and I found her at the door!”
Daichi, also watching them intensely, sighs and apologises for their idiocy. You don’t mind it though–it’s amusing to watch. But Daichi glares at them once again and yells at them to return to practice.
(Your lips are curled up again in response to their terrified reactions. Though you do have to admit that the banter is a heavy reminder of the male volleyball team you were good friends with, back in middle school.)
“Tanaka…-san, was it? He’s very wild.”
Daichi hears you of course, and agrees, though he does mention back that the male in question is a good guy. You can’t help but agree with him too, because he was polite enough to apologise after. Because he was polite enough to pull Suga away before talking to him… Even if you can hear him.
You take a seat at the edge of the stage watching the boys play in a three-vs-three game. It’s an effective form of practice, you think, as the other second-year students greet you. They’re bench players, but they’re not too bothered by that.
Somehow, you notice, they’re almost relieved. Nevertheless, you greet them in return, introducing yourself politely.
(You realise that Tanaka and the two third-years don’t know your name yet, but you’ll just have to remember to introduce yourself later.)
You’re somewhat hyper-focused on the game in front of you, watching the ball and the player’s movements with interest. Of the six players on court, two are first years—both in your class. You don’t exactly remember their names, but what you do remember is that neither of them had approached you during the lunch break earlier. The only one you vaguely recognise is the one with glasses—because he’s incredibly tall, and because he was the first to arrive in class after you did. The green-haired male, however, is almost equally as tall as his friend. But his timid appearance and freckles leaves very little presence in a social situation.
(You learn, not long after, that their names are Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi respectively, both middle blockers whilst in middle school.)
Mid-game, the gym doors open once more to reveal a pretty, third-year female, obviously the manager of the team. And once more does Tanaka swoon. You chuckle quietly at the disruption of the game, and she hears you, greeting you with a wave
“The vice principal was looking for you, I think,” she mentions after approaching you. And you sigh quietly.
“Did you get in trouble on the first day already?” Suga asks you quietly and you sigh again, feeling exhausted.
“Yes and no.”
(Yes, because you did get in trouble for sneaking out onto the rooftop without permission, but no, because you weren’t being punished. Well, not exactly anyway.)
“Come to think of it,” the blue-haired senpai wonders aloud, “didn’t he ask for you to join a club by the end of tomorrow?”
“Geh.”
You slump on the spot. Too immersed in the earlier game, you had completely forgotten about the not-punishment the vice principal had given you. A troublesome assignment, considering you didn’t exactly like talking. Particularly in front of those you weren’t comfortable with, or if you were forced to begin the conversation first. Your reaction doesn’t deter Tanaka though. His eyes sparkle and your mind instinctively thinks ‘oh no’ and before you can even react properly, he grabs your hands and pleads with you.
“Please be our second manager!”
You pull away almost immediately, dusting your hands against your skirt. “Sorry. I refuse.”
(You’re breaking Tanaka, of course, with your denial. But you’re fleeing from everything volleyball related so your response was only a given.)
And then Tsukishima speaks up, after watching and analysing you for minutes straight.
“Why not?” he teases, “You were watching the game quite intensely only moments ago.”
You realise he’s quite like you in this way. Observant and blunt. Though he’s obviously not quiet and awkward, unlike you. And he’s tall,the perfect height for volleyball… Or at least, that’s what your middle school’s boy’s volleyball coach used to say. Granted, you were at average height for your age—perhaps 159 centimetres tall—and your coach still complained. That still didn’t deter you from becoming the best all rounder in the country though. Not to mention that your team also came second in the middle school regional competition after an incredibly close loss to the Nagano Prefecture middle school.
(The fact that you had even gotten that far was a shock to you. Your team wasn’t exactly the most close knit of them, nor were they particularly skilled. You just like to think that every other school in the prefecture that year sucked because they didn’t take the sport seriously…. Or perhaps your expectations were too high? Who knows.)
Beside you, Suga hums, deep in thought. “Why not though? By this time of the school term, most good positions in the clubs are gone already.”
Your skin visibly pales at the sound of your senpai’s words. This was certainlynot going to your plans. It was also unfortunate that you didn’t have any other plans, and joining the girls volleyball team was not an option at all.
So with great hesitance and much to your displeasure, you’re forced to agree.
Summary: You and Tsukki decide to have a little fun at a party, but a curious owl decides to observe.
TW: voyeurism, public sex, intoxicated sex, unprotected sex, name-calling, degradation, slightly rough sex, male masturbation.
A/N: I am having the worst time trying to write long things. I love this idea though and something about Bokuto being feral while watching reader and Tsukki is just akldfhjkfhljkdsf. I listened to a lot of Arctic Monkeys, Ariana Grande, and Lana during this in case you were wondering. As always, likes and reblogs are appreciated <3 love always, Pip!
All characters are 18+
Loud music throbbed as you looked around, sipping your drink.
The party you were currently at was being thrown by some Seijoh rich-kid, though people from all over seemed to have turned out. You were only there because Kuroo had convinced Tsukishima he “owed him”.
“C’mon Tsukki, everyone’s gonna be there. It’s sportsmanship!”
Kei had rolled his eyes but after a lot of begging on Kuroo’s part and a promise to do Kei’s chem paper, your boyfriend reluctantly agreed.
Hence why the two of you were in a corner of a basement, barely lit by some red LED lights. Kei’s arm snaked around your waist as the heavy bass from an alternative song blasted in the air, muffled as the main party was upstairs. Your body rocked against him, swaying to the familiar beat.
“Now it’s three in the morning,
And I’m trying to change your mind.”
As the chorus picked up you turned to your boyfriend, mouthing the words, the alcohol making you warm and fluttery inside. His eyes narrowed at you.
“You’ve only had a couple drinks and you’re already a mess, aren’t you?” He murmured, pulling you close. Sticking your tongue out at him, you downed the rest of your drink.
“Put that tongue back or I’m gonna put it to work.” He smirked back at you, before a booming voice interrupted the two of you.
“TSUKKI!! Y/N!!” Bokuto shouted, pulling you into a tight hug. You laughed, though you were a little disappointed you couldn’t hear more of Kei’s flirty comments for the time being.
Bokuto slapped Tsukishima on the back and your boyfriend groaned.
“Hey, Bokuto. We were just getting ready to…”
“Oh man, do you guys need another drink? I’m gonna grab a beer.” Bokuto cut him off. Tsukishima waved him away, gesturing to the full bottle in his hand and Bokuto turned back to you. You smiled and nodded.
“Actually, that would be great Bo, thanks!” He flashed you a grin and jogged upstairs. You were grateful for the alcohol but even more so for a few more uninterrupted minutes with your boyfriend. The music switched to another song, and you pressed yourself against Kei, moving your hips to the beat. His hand rested on your lower back as he took a sip of his beer. The red lights plus the alcohol coursing through your veins left everything in a hazy glow. You focused on his Adam’s apple as he took another drink and you could feel a shiver down your spine. Placing your hand against his chest, you kissed his jawline, leaving a trail of your lip gloss on his neck.
“My my my, a few drinks is all it takes to turn you into a little whore.” He whispered into your ear. Your face burned as he chuckled darkly. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on though, and you pressed your thighs together. This didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde who placed his drink on the shelf behind you and slid his hand between your thighs, lightly tracing swirls under your dress.
“Kei!” Your breath hitched as he slid his fingers higher up your leg, inches away from your clothed pussy. He grinned and you could feel his pinky ghosting over the dampening fabric.
“Do you want me to stop?” He muttered, with a raised brow. You bit your lip, and Kei let out another laugh.
“That’s what I thought. Too desperate for my cock, huh pretty girl?” His fingers continued to wander, running over your slit through the thin material. He kissed your neck and you threw your head back as he sucked a mark onto your skin.
That’s when you saw him. A pair of golden eyes shimmering in the dark, staring you down. Bokuto held two beers in his hand and was drinking in the image of you, your back arched as Kei sucked on your skin.
“Shit, Kei! Bo –” You started, and Kei’s grip on your ass tightened.
“Shh, pretty girl. Why don’t we give him a little show? You should show him how much of a good girl you can be for me, yeah?” His words went straight to your cunt and your body got hot. You shot another look at Bokuto, who had one beer open, his other hand busy palming the tent in his pants. Kei shifted you to kiss further down your neck to your cleavage.
His fingers made quick work of your panties, yanking the lacy material hard against your thighs to rip them off. Pulling your dress up higher, Kei slid two fingers into your cunt.
“You’re soaked, pretty girl. Such a dirty little whore, getting off to being watched. God you’re so wet just from being a shameless little slut.” He plunged his fingers deep inside you and you bit back a moan.
Bokuto’s cock was pulled out now, and he slowly stroked it while his eyes bore into you. His cock was thicker than Kei’s, matching the rest of his muscled body. His fingers slid down to lightly tug on his balls and you had the urge to choke on him while Kei used your body.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Kei hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars. Your mouth fell open and you cried out.
“That’s it princess. Let him hear how good it feels.” Kei whispered, rocking his fingers into that spot over and over. Through heavily lidded eyes, you looked up at Bokuto, his cock gleaming with precum and you moaned out.
“S-so good Kei. So fuck-fuuucking…” You wailed out and Bokuto’s strokes sped up to match the rhythm of Kei’s fingers. With his free hand, Kei tugged down the top of your dress, exposing your tits to Bokuto. Bokuto’s eyes widened and he stared at your breasts as they bounced with each thrust of Kei’s fingers.
“You close, doll? You gonna cum for me?” Kei grinned and you mumbled incoherently, wanting him to push you over the edge. Immediately, he pulled his long fingers out of you and you let out a desperate whine.
“Oh no, slutty girl. You’re gonna cum on my cock, and show him how much of a whore you are for me.” Kei spun you so you were directly facing Bokuto now, and he pressed his cock to your entrance. You could see Bokuto’s normally spiky hair, now plastered to his forehead with sweat as he forced himself to relax and not cum before seeing you impaled on Tsukishima.
With a quick thrust, Tsukishima slammed himself into you. You wailed out, a pathetic cry as he pulled out and continued to slam back into you. He had one hand in your hair, the other fondling one of your tits and Bokuto swore under his breath. His hand was gripping the life out of his cock and he imagined he was the one making you feel like this, imagining his calloused fingers were instead the soft walls of your cunt clenching around him.
Emboldened by the lustful gaze he fixed on you, you blew a kiss to Bokuto as Kei continued to plow into you. You could see the blush on Bokuto’s cheeks and precum dripping off his cock, already covering his hand.
“God, such a little whore. Enjoying all the attention of being put in your fucking place.” Kei grunted, his breath heavy as he pounded into you. The sound of your moans filled the basement, barely concealed by the R&B song that blared in the house upstairs.
“Look him in the eyes when you cum, slutty girl. I want him to see you come undone.” Kei whispered. Your eyes locked on Bokuto’s glassy ones and Kei moved his fingers to rub tight circles on your swollen bud. You felt your body explode and with a scream, you gushed around Kei’s cock, squirting all over his hand.
Bokuto’s eyes rolled back and he soon came after you, a guttural groan falling from his mouth as his seed spilled over his fingers and dripped down his balls. He gave a few quick tugs and the last of his cum slowly dribbled out.
Kei’s hand yanked your head back by your hair and you felt his body tighten as he came inside you with a low groan. You could feel him filling you and a mixture of your juices dripped from your cunt. Slowly, he pulled out, panting into your hair and pulling your dress back into place. You could feel him dripping down your thighs and adjusted your hair and outfit, though the whole room now smelled like sex and sweat. It would be obvious what the two, well three, of you did.
Once you were decent, Kei wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
“You ready, pretty girl?”
You nodded, worn out and nuzzled into his arm. Looking over at Bokuto, who was sitting on the stairs, an abandoned beer at his feet and his skin shiny with sweat, you smiled.
As the two of you passed by him, Bokuto opened his mouth to speak, closing it when Kei reached in his pocket and pressed something into the grey-haired man’s chest.
“Thanks for the memories.”
Bokuto reached for the item, a pair of shredded red lace panties, and looked up at you two as you and Kei headed out the door.
notes ; it’s been a while since i updated you guys, think of this as my check in. i hope you’re all doing well !
MATTSUNexperienced that uncomfortable feeling of dread filling his senses at around six thirty, approximately an entire hour late from your scheduled dinner date. the restaurant he picked out, the outfit you had bought specifically for this rare occasion. wasted. yet he didn’t realize until he happened to open his messages, your pinned number causing him to leap from the loveseat in terror. he messed up big time. your beautiful face crumbling with sadness sent him dizzy in distress. the frazzled man disregarding his usual belongings to run to the place, evening lights twinkling with the dimmed lighting; elevating the romantic atmosphere. “baby i’m so so-“ however, the apology was cut off when you shoved past him—soft sniffles heard. “if you have time to apologize, you surely had time to show up.” you hissed, not sparing a single glance at issei. after that, he trailed behind you on the way home—downcast. the sounds of your crying haunting him from the living room. he was giving you space, but this was killing him. “i made your favorite dish, come out so we can talk-“ once again, the words frothing in his throat dissolved upon impact. your face hidden in his t-shirt. “you jerk, don’t you ever do that again or i will not hesitate to cut off your hands and feet.” he stood in stunned silence. “alright then, am i forgiven ?” — “not a chance.”
KUROO was fully immersed in his job, and you couldn’t be happier for him. except for the portion which required him to be away for long periods of time. apparently, the at-home movie date was long forgotten. because tetsuro was a no show. the thought of calling him left your lip quivering. this could possibly be one of the only times you get to see him this week and your patience and resilience was running thin. finger pressing the call, listening to the dial tone with absolute silence—emotions in an overflow. but the anger bubbling quickly dissipated when the fluid and ear numbing voice was heard. his. “..how could you forget ?” your voice cracked, crucially unhelpful. “that’s it ! tonight was the movie night wasn’t it ?” he bit his lip, guilt eating his heart alive. “it was.” you finished, hands shaking as you held the phone—struggling to keep it together. “it’s okay kitten, i hear you, i can’t even explain how sorry i am, let it out i’m here.” he hushed, easing your choked sobs. he stayed on the phone with you all the way to the door, enveloping you in his arms while gently rubbing your back. “how about my neighbor totoro ?” you gasped in air. “that sounds okay.” he smiled weakly, kissing your lips. “anything for you.”
BOKUTO grinned form ear to ear, this smile was most definitely not as large as it was when gazing at you—but impressive in the least. his power was phenomenal and this practice was proving simple. kotarou’s gained skill over the years bringing him to this moment. he was obsessed. although no matter how deeply he adores volleyball, you took first. today though the ace was fully charged. mind straying from the picnic date set up forty minutes ago. “that one was the best !” he shouted with glee, fists clenching pridefully. his mini celebration cut short at the gym doors being opened. there you stood, gorgeous as ever in your newly purchased sun-dress. “how’d the practice go ?” you quietly exclaimed, eyes saddened. automatically he ran to you, noting the picnic basket in your hands. “sweets i forgot i’m sorry honey i—“ the look on your face unreadable. “can we start this day over ?” he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. “just take me on a date you oaf, and if you forget next time i’m not going to your next game.” he brightened first, then paled at the later add in. “that’s easy peasy then.” he smirked triumphantly, hands on his hips. “mhm i bet it is.” you hummed, brows lifted in amusement. ‘honey.’ you haven’t heard that one before.
AKAASHI is a busy man. from filing reports to his editing career, his life at the moment is an endless loophole of assignment after assignment. spacing out hardly any time given to spend with you. today was a breakfast day. a day he reserved especially for you, only for you. to go out and eat early and to return to your comfy abode to lay in bed, simply conversing. nevertheless, his internal alarm clock filtered on his job, waking up beside you to leave a peck on your forehead before walking to the subway station. regular routine. funny enough, this one was a close call. a very close call. seated in his office chair, your text affirmed on the screen. ‘where are you ?’ the memories drowning keiji in a huge tsunami. recollections of yesterdays excitement crashing into him. ‘went to the store, hang tight love.’ and just as fast as he’d entered the building he exited. with the small white lie discarded. déjà vu passing by at the familiar bedrooms entities. “you weren’t actually at the store we’re you ?” surveying his coat with a sleepy smile gracing your angelic face. “no, but i’m here now.” he puckered, glancing away from embarrassment. “close call.” he hovered above you, breathy kisses devouring your neck. “but i made it.” you chuckled, his lips tickling your jaw. “that you did.”
notes~i hope some of you wake up to this, if not, think of it when you want to wake up in their arms :’)
>>ATSUMU wakes up pretty late usually( ‘usually’ being around 1:00pm ) so on those days when he rises before you, it’s a treat. he’ll lean over to peck your cheek once with a soft afterglow then proceed to pettily kiss every square inch of you until you groan and cover your face with your hands, comparing about just how attention-seeking he is. it’s never-ending. “tsum tsum stoooopp~~ its 7:00ammmm—“ you drag out, dramatically flopping onto the pillow. “let me smooch my baby one more time.” he pouts, puckering his lips like a concussed instagram model of 2017. “i will gouge your eyes out if you so far as breath.” this stopped him in his tracks, sweating profusely once he sighed out his disappointment. “alrighty, enjoy your morning and sleep well, i love you.” he waved quietly and made sure to carefully close the door behind him. his doubts being pushed aside when he saw the ‘when are you coming home’ text he received during practice. his smile couldn’t stretch wider.
>>BOKUTO takes his time and never normally wakes you up, instead he snuggles into your side with your legs tangled together in a mangled position. he is so warm ( mostly always ) but especially in the morning. which can either be your downfall or the greatest blanket. on hot mornings, you’re sweating like dog and on cold days it’s the best heater ever. “too hot kou.” you manage to slightly pry his massive arm from your shoulder to prod at him. yet the ace is engulfed in some sort of dream because he is out. i mean even a hurricane could wake this teddy bear. “i swear i’m dying.” you panted, struggling to break free from the suffocating sheets as bo only pulled you closer defiantly. “‘m sorry it’s so hot but i don’t want to let go.” how saddened he seemed decreased that building anger. you melted at how clingy the big man was being, tracing patterns on his hand, a feeble grin pulling at his cheeks and accenting his dimples. “if i guess what you’re making, you stay for ten minutes more.” of course he made a game out of it. “go for it.” you offer, his attempt spot on. “volleyball.” — “wow my kou is so intelligent.” you gawk falsely, holding his precious face in your hands. “you know it.” he preens.
>>OIKAWAdecides the best way to wake you up is to start blasting music. and when he’s in the mood he’ll romantically start flitting some romantic melody and waltz gracefully into your room to extend his hand in a cliche manner. “let us dance to the rhythm of my heart.” he clutches his chest in example, stirring a giggle from you. “such a dork.” you roll your eyes, but you take it anyways. it’d be a waste to let this opportunity by. your feet are clumsy and hardly functioning correctly thanks to your deep sleep beforehand. nearly tripping he sweeps you off your feet, holding you bridal style. “isn’t this just the absolute greatest way to wake up ?” he emphasizes, edging to your lips till you block his contact. “ i haven’t brushed my teeth toru.” you narrow your eyes. “me neither.” he lifts his brows multiple times to sell that horribly suggestive look. “gross.” you utter, dragging him to the bathroom. “you didn’t either !” — “don’t even.” he whined in retaliation, yet brushing his teeth obediently after your fair warning. “now ?” he waited patiently as you continued flossing. your muffled “no” left him hopeless. “now ?” he asked again and again and again and you were loosing it. “no-“ he began again only to be shut up by your lips. “yes.” you finished for him, his face stained a pink hue of surprise and fluster.
>>IWAIZUMI works out in the mornings, and by morning i mean 5:30 he’s up and ready for some sweat. afterwards he showers and changes—once he’s done he’ll saunter to your bedside table and place a cup of water there while squatting down to your height. “wakey wakey sleepyhead, i know your throats gonna be dry so sip some water.” he nudged at your frame, smoothing a stray hair behind your hair. “haji..” you choked out, earning a hum of affirmation. “that’s me. no other man’s allowed in this house besides your father and i y’know.” he stated matter-of-a-factly as if pointing out something even a toddler should know. “oh i know.” you answered sleepily, iwaizumi fitting the glass between your fingertips urging you to hydrate. he chuckled as he watched your head nod of slightly just sitting on the side of the bed, already falling back asleep. “i’m hungry….” you mumbled, his calloused hands coming to envelope yours. “i’ll lead you to the kitchen and make breakfast, just follow me.” he wrapped his arms around your back, breathing in your scent and all. his favorite part. you placed your feet on top of his, waddling awkwardly there with hazed eyes and broken chatter. “don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he eased, giving your hands a small squeeze.
a/n: Just some random tweets that I wanted to post ‘cause they’re cute (also sorry for the BAD grammar I wrote this for fun so I didn’t proofread) ++ the Instagram one is just a try (the comment is from Bokuto)
