#Birdie’s Bokuto Week 2021

[bokutoslittlebird]

Just You and Me

Dad!Bokuto x Daughter!reader

Summary: Taking a trip to a cabin in the middle of nowhere isn’t how you expected to spend your week of vacation, yet somehow Bokuto convinced you. In an unfamiliar place, you end up getting spooked and go to the only other person for help, even if your feelings tend to be a bit different from what they should be.

Warnings: incest, Bokuto in sweats, dubcon, grinding/frottage, nipple play, pussyjob, daddy kink/ddlg, f. oral receiving, creampie, squirting, possessiveness, bit of overstimulation

Watching trees pass by as songs play on the radio and you in the front seat of your dad’s newest off-road car is not how you expected this week to go by when you received news of getting a week off. Your university had been warning students of construction and they decided to give everyone, including staff, the next week off. It was a blessing to students like you, wishing for a break from the studious coursework.

Bokuto had greeted you that evening like he had been doing it for years. In reality, your dad was only a recently retired professional volleyball player, making his presence in your life scarce as he had bigger things to work on. You didn’t blame him for not putting in a lot of effort in raising you, of course. He had an entire career to focus on, plus the money to take care of a kid. When he retired, he ended up trying to actually interact with you, encouraging you to come home and spend some time with him, seeing as he made ‘too much’ for dinner. You sometimes came home, if you didn’t have lots of work, but this break meant you’d be home for more than just a night.

That was the plan, at first. Bokuto decided to tell you that the week off was perfect, telling you that his sister recently gave him her spare set of keys to the old Bokuto cabin in the woods. You told him it sounded like a horror movie, but he laughed it off and shook his head, telling you he used to go there with his family all the time during summer when he was in school. It helped him get closer to his family, especially since the connection to the outside world is a 15 minute drive from the house.

Even now, driving to the small little house, you couldn’t help but stare sadly at each passing tree and how life outside seemed to get smaller and smaller until the road got bumpy and trees parted just for you two. Bokuto tried to talk to you, but it was really more so him filling the music-silence. “You know my mom actually used to drop me off at the town we passed and I’d end up jogging 30 minutes to the cabin,”

“That sounds mean. Why’d she do it?”

“I asked her to, of course. I like running, even when I was a little brat. If she didn’t, I don’t think I’d be as athletically inclined as I am now,” he hummed, puffing his chest out like he was proud. You rolled your eyes, wishing the ride to be over.

“Surprised you know what athletically inclined means,” you mumble, then continue as he looks at you, smile dropped a bit. “Any fishing spots?”

“Actually, yeah! I didn’t bring any rods but… I think the town has some! I’ll check tomorrow morning or go by later, if you want to fish,”

“That sounds like fun,” you nod your head, getting him a bit more chipper. You’re able to read his emotions easily, switching his moods in case he gets too upset. Don’t want to be stuck with him when he’s in a bad mood, after all.

A couple more minutes of driving and Bokuto’s talking and you’re pulling up to the old cabin, set in a clearing. In the front yard, there’s a big gazebo that stands to the side, flowers growing around it. The healthy flowers confuses you, since you thought nobody came here. “Has anybody been here recently?”

“Hm? Oh, probably. Machiko spends family vacations here a lot, since Haru likes the outdoors. Rikka’s the only who gave me her spare set of keys, since she’ll be out of the country for a while and won’t need the keys,” Bokuto tells you, pulling the car into the driveway. You nod your head as you look around, seeing how well kept the place seems. For some reason, you expected it to look abandoned and overrun with greenery when Bokuto told you about how you guys hadn’t been there. However, getting out of the car, you noticed the entire front area was clean and kept well, with flower beds lining the outside — definitely something your aunt Machiko would do.

“I bet Haru does love it here. He’s always been a fan of running around and playing in dirt,” you mentioned, taking your luggage from the trunk, making Bokuto look at you.

“That’s right, you’ve actually met him!”

“Dad, I help Machiko with the parties! Of course I met him! I’ve known him since he was in diapers!” You shout back, making Bokuto laugh. Groaning, you go to leave but can’t get inside, so you wait outside with your suitcase and duffel bag. Of course, Bokuto brought four different luggage items, but he carries them easily as he closes up the car. Shaking the keys in his hand, he smiles and laughs as you put your hands on your hips, waiting for him to get to the door.

Once inside, you once more find yourself noticing how nice inside it is. The living area was nice and big, with a fireplace set in the corner and a television embedded in the wall above it. There was one couch, with two armchairs around the fireplace, and a small dining table area that led into the kitchen. Turning the corner, you looked into the kitchen and noticed how clean it looked, as if it was brand new and not decades old. “Do you like it?” You heard Bokuto say, his voice right next to your ear. Jumping, you turn around to find him looking down at you, hand on his hip as his eyes are lidded. “You look like you’ve never seen a cabin before,”

“I— well, I haven’t. I’m used to university dorms and our house, that’s pretty much it, though,” you mention. “This place is nothing like I imagined it to be,”

“Oh?”

“I expected wild animals, overrun gardens and vines covering the outside, moldy inside filled with bugs,” you list off things, making Bokuto cringe with each new thing.

“I may be a bit of a slob, but not even I’d let it go that far. Don’t worry, we keep things clean and tidy. And if there is a bug, I’ll kill it,” he gives you a thumbs up, winking.

Making a show of rolling your eyes and turning around so he can’t see your smile, you tell him “my hero.” Walking towards the back, you finally see the bedroom which although is cleaner than you expected, it still looks like it came out of a movie with the horrendous comforter designs. Bokuto’s right behind you, scanning the room. “What are you looking for?”

“Bugs, of course! Can’t have my darling daughter getting spooked, now can I?” He grins, making you cover your face. Beneath them, you can feel your face getting hot and try to shake it off. “Oh come on, it’s just a bit of teasing,” he rubs your head affectionately, then his hand moves down. You think he’s going for a hug, something you’re not used to, but instead he just removes his hand. “I’ll be in the other room, on the other side of the bathroom, okay?” He tells you before going through said bathroom, entering his own room. You sigh and shut the two doors into the bedroom, deciding to finally unpack.

Once you’re both settled in, you go exploring while Bokuto sets off to get some groceries from the town. You guys only brought dry stuff and they were mostly snacks, meaning you didn’t have anything fulfilling for dinner. Before he left, he told you to get comfortable in the house and settle in. So you decided to explore, finding an extra bedroom that has two twin beds and two closets instead of just one big one. Then you headed to the patio, noticing how it was shaded to protect from rain and shine, even has a hammock swing. Sitting on it, you lean back as it gently rocks, enjoying the small breeze you get and your eyes find themselves drawn to the stone pathway that seems to lead further into the woods. Deciding it’s nothing to worry about, you close your eyes as the breeze keeps you swaying.

When Bokuto gets home, you’re still asleep. He finds you, looking in each room before checking the patio. He smiles, deciding to move you inside and away from the mosquitoes. When his hand brushes over your thigh, you wake up, jerking away. “Oh, you woke up. I thought you might be a heavy sleeper, so I was gonna take you inside,” he says, giving off another one of his grins. You just look at him, then nod, getting up and moving inside. He watches you go, head tilted. He watches as you enter the bathroom, so he figures you’re fine as he goes to get the food.

The main dish for dinner is meat. Sautéed mushrooms and onions with bread and potatoes, and well done steak. You stay inside to cook the other ingredients while Bokuto cooks the steak on a grill outside. The potatoes are still baking when he comes back in, putting his hand on your back as he sets down the steaks. Instead of just two, there are four steaks. “Four?”

“Well, I’m hungry, so I made two for me,” he mumbles, seemingly shy. “I figured if you were really hungry, you would end up eating a second piece, too,”

Before saying you don’t think you’ll eat two whole steaks, you look at his face and decide against it. Turning back to the mushrooms and onions in the pan, you move them around a bit before telling him, “I might eat both of them. Thank you,”

“You’re welcome,” he gives you a kiss on the top of your head before walking off, not noticing how you stopped moving. He’s gone off to the bathroom, so you just keep on cooking, adding the steaks to the juice and covering them in the mushrooms, hoping the steaks will add flavor. This is the first time you’ve made dinner with your dad, making it seem so domestic and giving you a strange feeling, but it’s nice. He’s so nice and kind, acting as though you’re always around when in reality he’s never really talked to you for more than an hour at a time. His constant happy mood makes it hard for you to complain, as well, not wanting to ruin such a thing.

When dinner is ready, Bokuto serves his own plate and sits down at the table. He’s already set it and had you across from him instead of beside him, thankfully, so you sit down and start to dig in. He continues a conversation, somehow eating all his food at the same time. When you finally get to your second steak, you know you won’t be able to eat it, but Bokuto watches intently to see what you do.

“You know, I’m a bit full. Do you.. do you want half of my steak?” You ask him, seeing his eyes light up. Smiling, you cut it and give him the slightly bigger half, watching him eat it a bit slower than his own steaks, probably due to your slow eating.

The rest of the evening is lackluster, with nothing to do and horrible internet connection. Retiring to bed early, you make sure to shut both doors and lock them, only to find there’s only a lock on the bathroom door from the inside. It’s not like you don’t trust your dad, he’s got no reason to give you that feeling, but it does make you feel uneasy regardless. Bokuto is a nice guy, everyone who you’ve met has said so, even his own teammates only have good things to say for the most part. Even if you feel uneasy, your small nap earlier didn’t energize you and you’re easily falling asleep, finding the silence to be comforting.

When your eyes are blinking away the sleep, you find yourself wishing for the silence to be back. Always a light sleeper, you find the source of the sound. Crickets and cicadas, noisy as ever. With the small wind blowing, it was easy to hear the bugs talking and chirping, annoying you relentlessly. Even when you thought they’d finally quiet down, they’d start up again as you got comfortable. Rolling around and covering your ears, focusing on your heartbeat in your ears, you manage to relax yourself enough to get tired again.

When you hear a creak in the floorboards, you jolt out of bed and look around, seeing nothing. Using your phone, sure enough, nobody was in the room except you. Even as you check the bedroom door, you notice the lights in the kitchen and living room still on, meaning the room would be illuminated before Bokuto could enter your room. Sighing and telling yourself to calm down, you try to relax yourself again, telling yourself it’s just an old house. However, when the wind howls a bit stronger and you hear scratching against your window you decide you’ve had enough.

Bokuto is lounging on the couch, clad in nothing but some grey sweatpants, when you exit your room. It’s colder at night, so you hold yourself as you enter the living room, clearing your throat. He perks up, turning to you. “Hey, hey, what’s going on? Nightmare?” He asks, moving up from his position. He’s still sitting, but he’s alert now. The kitchen light is on, so you’re illuminated enough for him to see you, while you can only see part of him that’s illuminated by the television and the moon outside. Fiddling with your hands you try to think of an excuse, realizing now that ‘scary noises’ is not an adult reason for getting scared.

“It’s just— Yeah, something like a nightmare. I’m not used to being out in the country, after all,” you decide to say, rocking a bit as you tell him so. “The wind is strong and it’s so quiet, so I’m uneasy,”

“Oh, let me guess.. bugs outside your window and the creaky house?” He asks, giving off a gentle smile. You hesitantly nod and he gives off a light laugh, nothing mocking. “I got scared of them my first night, too. It’s alright, come on and hang out with me, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he says, patting his lap as he lays back down.

Normally, people would say and talk about how it’s weird. But this is Bokuto, who shows his affection by touch, and you’re desperately starving for physical affection. Moving to lay on top of him, you quickly do so as to not think too hard when you have to straddle him. He hums in content when you settle down against him, crossing your arms under your cheek as to not completely be against his bare chest. He wasn’t sweaty, thanks to chilly temperature of the house, but he was quite warm. When he wrapped his arms around you, turning his attention back to the TV, you tried to go to back to sleep, listening to his heartbeat and finding yourself relaxing under his touch and warmth. The last thing you felt was him patting your head, his hand keeping its place as you succumbed to sleep once more.

Next time you flutter your eyes open the next time, you can only see a bit in front of you as the night has mostly passed, the sky getting a bit brighter. Lifting your head up, you turn look outside and smile, noticing it’s much more peaceful than last night. Your eyes open wide as you remember the previous night, looking down to see Bokuto’s chest, covered in silver hair. Finding it disgusting now that you’re not tired, you remove yourself from his chest and just straddle him, looking down at his sleeping form. He’s so peaceful when he sleeps, one arm behind his head while his other lays limply at his side after you took it off of you. Smiling down at him, you move down to brush some strands of hair from his face and then jerk your hand away, stunned at what you did. Patting your cheeks, you tell yourself to stop being weird and move to get off, but end up moving a bit too far back, stopping when you bump into something hard.

Your movement immediately stops, immediately realizing what it was, especially when Bokuto moves a bit, a groan in his throat that has your skin prickling. Instead of trying to move off of it, you get curious and move against it again, watching as Bokuto squirms again, hands moving towards you as his one eye opens, trained on you. “You shouldn’t do that, you know. A rude way to wake up your dad, isn’t it?”

When he calls himself that, you feel a gnawing in your stomach that has you agreeing with him, knowing what you’re doing is wrong. Curiosity is something you’ve always had, so you just fall to your own curiosity. Even in moments like these. “You seemed to enjoy it, so I was curious. That’s all,” you simply say, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. Now that he’s awake, you take a chance to do it again, but he’s quick enough to realize what you’re doing, pulling you back against his chest as your ass moves away from his boner.

“Didn’t expect you to be a little tease in the morning. A little surprise from sleeping on me, is that it?” He whispers in your ear, making a shiver run through you as your hands are pressed against his chest. Not really noticing it before, you now notice how he’s completely packed with muscles and you can feel them flexing under your touch. So focused on your own thoughts, you’re ripped from them when you feel two fingers pressing against your pussy from the outside of your shorts.

“What— What are you doing?!” You try to squirm away, but he only presses harder as you can feel your pussy pulsing under his fingers. It’s embarrassing, especially since it’s all from pressing up against his hard cock. Moving your head to the side, you look back to see his hand over your ass and notice just how unrestrained his cock is beneath the sweatpants. Gasping from pleasure and shock, you dig your nails into his chest as he rubs a bit harder.

“Bit of payback. You rubbed against me, so I’m rubbing against you. You’re quite literally pulsing under my touch, do you not like it?” He asks, temporarily removing his fingers until you whine. Your face turns hot when you do so, especially when he lets out a big laugh that has your heart fluttering. “Seems like you’re enjoying it, little tease,” he whispers the last bit in your ear, making you get even more hot and bothered.

“It’s just because of curiosity. That’s all,” you tell both him and yourself. Just curiosity. Bokuto hums, removing his slightly wet fingers from your shorts, letting you go. Taking the chance, you remove yourself from his chest and sit back, brushing against his cock again, making you let out a low moan.

“Curious, then? Well then, I’ve never been one to keep others from answers. Go ahead,” he says, smiling as he waves his fingers a bit. Confused, you stare at him. He answers you by bucking his hips, you moaning again. “Sate your curiosity if you want,”

Understanding what he means, you suddenly feel embarrassed. When his hands land on your thighs, rubbing circles with his thumbs and massaging the flesh, you manage to convince yourself to do so. It’s just curiosity and it’s not wrong, you tell yourself, and Bokuto’s your dad, so it’s a safe place to test out curiosity. That’s it, you tell yourself. Even as you place your hands on his abdomen, gently brushing your clothed pussy over his own clothed cock, you tell yourself it’s just a bodily response as you feel your shorts get wetter. Even when he grins up at you, shooting teasing words, you tell yourself it’s fine.

“You’re dripping all over me, no need to be shy,” he encourages, tapping your thigh as he spreads your legs a bit wider. The couch is big enough to do so, your body lowering until you’re completely on his hard cock. Closing your eyes, you rub against him and focus on the pleasure. Ignoring the build up of wetness you’re rubbing against his sweats, you let out a few moans as you rub against a sweet spot, trying to have him rub against that spot again. “A bit more than simple curiosity, isn’t it?”

His voice snaps you from your dream world, eyes looking down to see him smirking at you. He’s smiled and grinned plenty of times, but never smirked towards you with lidded eyes. It goes straight down to your core, making your body flushed as he trails his hands up to your shorts. “Do you like these shorts?” When you look at him in curiosity, then just shrug, you’re gasping as the material is almost instantly shred. Shorts and panties in pieces, dropped to the side and easily forgotten as your pussy in now bare and on display for him. You can’t even say anything before he’s pulling his sweats down, showing off more of his happy trail until his cock is springing out the fabric, standing up straight against your inner thigh.

A feeling of dread pools in your gut once you see it, noticing how wide and long it is, knowing the college boys you’ve been with could hardly compare to the sheer size. You’d be split in two, you think, but slides you on top of his cock, bending his legs as he helps you slide against it. The feeling is more intense and better than before, feeling his cock rub against the inside of your folds as he keeps the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, adding to your pleasure. Your body weight keeps his cock pushed down, but when you go to adjust to a better position, it moves up and you almost sit on it, but Bokuto makes sure to move it in time.

“Having a hard time?”

“Just— Just a bit,” you say, laughing nervously as you continue to rub. It feels so good, you don’t want to stop. But when he grabs your thighs and adjusts his position, you think it’s over. It isn’t, he just moves you to lay down while he’s hovering over you. “Wait, not—!”

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m not entering you,” he shushes, guiding his cock to rub against your folds once more. Giving your legs a break, it feels much better when he’s doing the work. So engrossed in pleasure, you just run your fingers through his hair as he pushes up your shirt, a pleasant hum from him when he notices the lack of a bra. Continuing to rub against you, his tip rubbing against your clit, you moan when his lips wrap around one of your nipples, fingers playing with the other one. Pushing him closer to your chest, you throw your head back in bliss as you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for something even as his cock rubs so close to your entrance. With his other hand against your back, you move a hand down to press his cock even more into your pussy, making him groan as you press on it.

“Please don’t stop,” you whisper, breathless as you feel an orgasm coming. Even though you say that, he pulls away, giving a flick to your nipple with his tongue. “Daddy, wh—”

Even though you stopped yourself after hearing the word leave your lips, you can’t help but simmer in embarrassment as he looks down at you, unmoving. He beats you to saying anything though, leaving no room for apologies. “You should watch yourself, little girl. Don’t want to go too far or I may not be able to stop. Especially if you’re gonna be whining for me like that,” he grins, a devilish grin that has your cunt clenching once more. His smile then drops though, becoming more serious. “I’m serious. You know it’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“But it’s just you and me, isn’t it? That’s what you told me when you told me about the vacation,” you say, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down. His nose is touching yours, but he keeps his distance from your lips. “It’ll be our little secret, won’t it? After all, I’m still your little girl, aren’t I?” You continue, eyes lidded as you say so.

“That’s right, baby girl, you and me,” he agrees, then pushes his lips against yours. Moaning into the kiss, you arch your back as you try to press his cock against you once more. Instead, he leans back, moving your body with his as he gets up from the couch. His lips never leave yours, small growls as his hands dig into the flesh of your ass and your legs tighten around his waist, never wanting to let go.

Soon enough, you feel a bed mattress under you, breaking the kiss to see you’re in one of the bedrooms. A quick glance shows you it’s his, seeing the clean room as if he hadn’t been in it, which he hadn’t. He’s crawling on top of you, lips trailing from your stomach and up to your chest once more, lips and teeth attacking your nipples as your fingers find purchase in his hair once more, scraping against his scalp as you squirm. The feeling of an orgasm has subsided, but you’re still desperate for release. “Daddy, please,”

“Please what, baby? Gotta use your words,” he hums, sucking on your tit as you moan, back arching.

“I want you to make me feel good, please,” you whine, looking at him through blurry eyes. “I want your cock,”

“Oh no, not quite yet,” he chuckles, giving your breast one more kiss before he trails down your body once more. He presses a few kisses to your inner thigh, leading a trail of them until he’s pressing a kiss to your slicked up folds. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for daddy, after all. You’re dripping but I think you deserve a bit of a treat. I’ll get my own sweet treat, too, of course,” he hums between kisses to your pussy and small licks.

You didn’t think you’d feel anything better than his cock rubbing against your clit, but his tongue flicking against it does the job. Even his lips, pursed together as they suck on the little bud, feel wonderful. Your fingers let go out his hair, worried you’ll pull strands out, your hands moving up to cup your breasts. He can still look at you and he moans in pleasure after he notices you touching yourself. Pushing your thighs tighter around his head, he completely dives in to eat you out as you scream from the pleasure, your fingers tweaking and pulling at your nipples. Sucking on two fingers, you use them to play with one of your nipples, gritting your teeth as drool drips from your mouth and Bokuto slurps up all the juices from your pussy. He’s just as desperate as you are, squeezing your thighs as he makes sloppy noises, eyes glancing up to see how you’re reacting to each lick and suck he gives you. When your hands leave your breasts, one hand bunching up your shirt and the other scratching at the comforter, he gives you one last hard suck as you cream all over his face.

“Ah, da-daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t—” you stop, realizing he didn’t really set up rules.

“Didn’t what, sweetheart?” He asks, swiping off any slick with his fingers before slurping it up. He lets none go to waste, making a show of popping his finger out of his mouth. “I didn’t say you couldn’t cum, did I?”

“You didn’t, no, but— but I, um,” you stutter, eyes glancing away. He seems to get the hint, from the way you try to rub your legs together and how you fiddle with your shirt, pulling the sleeves to cover your hands.

“Oh, some dumb little college boy told you that you couldn’t cum? Is that it?” He whispers, pressing his lips against your ear. Your skin is hot and flushed, telling him the answer. “And you called him daddy, too, didn’t you? Tch,” he clicks his tongue, seemingly upset. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you what a real daddy is like. You won’t need no college boys fucking my little cunt, isn’t that right? It’s all mine now, isn’t it?” You don’t answer him, too busy whining as he rubs his thumb against your clit and sending pleasure shockwaves through your body. So sensitive from you first orgasm, you can’t even talk to him. How cute.

He doesn’t wait for you to give him an answer, simply lining his cock up with your entrance. Even if you wanted to back out now, he wouldn’t let you. With the taste of you on his tongue and the way you so easily call him daddy, he knew he couldn’t go back to how you two were a day or two ago. The thought of you laying back and letting some nobody stick their dick inside of you makes his blood boil, revving jealousy as he knows you’ve been tainted before. The thought alone has him pushing all the way in, covering your mouth as you let out a scream from pain. He doesn’t really give you time to adjust, starting up a brutal pace that has your ass jiggling with the force and your screams turn into moans, which he lets go unmuffled. He doesn’t want you in pain, but he loves hearing your sweet noises, especially when they’re all for him.

“Daddy, you’re— so big,” you gasp out between thrusts, bringing his head close to you once more. Your arms find themselves around his neck more often than not, finding it easier to bring him closer to your body. He doesn’t mind, but he does let out a pleased grumble when you say such words, speeding up his thrusts as you continue to mewl and whine under him. “God, you’re— completely splitting me!”

“Stupid little boyfriends can’t compare, can they?” He huffs out, sucking a patch of skin on your throat. High enough that you can’t cover it, even if he’ll have to replace it before the week’s over. A bit more nibbling on your skin, along your jaw as you let him, tilting your head back to give him room. “You’re so tight, even after I got you so wet, guess they were just too small to fuck you real good-!” He groans, moving his head up so he can press his lips against yours. You’re drooling an awful lot, mouth continuously open as you can’t control your noises well, especially with how full Bokuto makes you feel. Each harsh thrust has him pushing against your cervix and making stars bud in your vision, but you don’t dare make him stop. It feels so good, you can’t even think how you got pleasure from anyone else.

“Daddy, I’m—!” You scream, nails digging into his skin as your cunt clamps down around him. He doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, bet you ain’t ever done that before,” he chuckles, looking down as clear fluid gushes from you, splashing against his cock and abdomen, also covering you. The strands from your cunt connect his hips to yours, even as he pulls away, and him pushing back in makes such a sloppy sound he gets lost in it, coming up on his own release quicker than expected.

“Wai—Wait! Not inside, plea—!” You try to tell him, but he’s cursing once more as he buries himself balls deep, filling you up with his cum. It’s so hot and filling, you can’t help but clench around his cock as he goes to pull out. He let out such a heavy load, it just comes oozing out of your cunt, pooling against the bedsheets.

“Shit, hang on, I’ll get something to clean you up with,” he curses to himself as he removes himself from you, his post-orgasm bliss much shorter than yours. Even as he leaves you, running to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth, you notice he’s still quite hard. Trailing a hand down between your legs, you push some of his cum back into you, spreading it over your folds as you do and rubbing your clit. You’re still overly sensitive, especially after squirting so suddenly, but you can’t help but want more. Scooping some cum up, you lick it off your fingers and moan, finding the taste isn’t that bad.

Bokuto leaves the bathroom after getting you a warm washcloth and a change of clothes, but stops in his tracks as he watches you still scooping his cum back into your oozing pussy. Absolutely flushed and unsatisfied, you look up at him, with one hand rubbing your clit in his cum and the other playing with your nipple. “I want more, daddy. Don’t I deserve a treat?”

Smirking, he sets down the clothes and places the washcloth on the bedside table, crawling back on top of you. You’re just as eager as him, pulling him back towards you as he pushes his cum back inside of you, stuffing you full with his cock once more. It’s not the last time he’ll do so, and it’s not the last time he’ll spend his morning giving you a creamy treat for breakfast, but he fucks you like it’ll be his last.

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Helpless

Day 6 of Birdie’s Bokuto Week

Summary: After Bokuto staked his claim on your body, you don’t have the energy to push him off and tell him no. When he’s a bit too loud one night, will you find a way out of this predicament or become more helpless than before?

Warnings: noncon, toxic work environment, cum eating, exhibitionism/voyeurism, f. oral receiving, rimming, threesome-ish, dacryphilia, overstimulation, somnophilia, nipple play

Everyone could tell that Bokuto was much more chipper these days, each play reflecting his mood as each ball made it in the line and managed to not get blocked. If they did, he simply just smiled and laughed it off, but his gaze always turned to you and smiled your way, wishing for your approval. A small clap of the hands would do it, showing small appreciation. When he turned away from you, you’d end up dropping the smile and hands, looking down at your notebook and fiddling with a pen.

It was scary, that one night, finding yourself unable to do anything against Bokuto as he took the last thing you had going for you away, so it was hard to even look at him sometimes. The only people on the team who didn’t worry or scare you as much anymore was Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Aran. Even then, Iwaizumi was the only one who checked up on you and made sure nobody was going too far. When he asked you how you were the day after, you were still processing the night and lied, telling him nothing bad has happened yet. He smiled and told you to tell him if anything does happen, he’d be happy to set someone straight. As you sit on the bench, you wonder if he’d be upset at you for lying about anything bad happening, even if you were just startled when you told him.

The whistle from the coach signaled a break, which usually meant you spent 15 minutes on your knees in the bathroom. Sighing, you clicked your pen and closed the notebook, setting them down as the coach told everyone to take a break and what he’d focus on continuing after the break. When he waved them off, Atsumu was almost quick enough to get to you first, but Bokuto had clasped his hands in yours before Atsumu could say a word.

“Bokkun, you’re always spendin’ time with her on your breaks! Give the rest of us a chance,” he huffed, a bit miffed. You couldn’t blame him, seeing as Bokuto has taken Atsumu’s place in monopolizing you. There hadn’t been any fights like that one day, Bokuto in too much of a good mood to bother with Atsumu.

“Hm, maybe it’s just cause she likes me. Don’t you, manager?” He smiles, one that you’d find comfort in if the situation was different. A shaky smile paints on your lips, a shallow nod as Bokuto’s eyes practically shine. He says nothing more to his teammates as he briskly walks out of the gym. This time, instead of going into the men’s restroom, he goes into the women’s.

“Bokuto, what are you doing? We don’t usually come in here,” you ask, finding your nerves coming back as he drags you in. There’s a bit of a walking distance between the two restrooms and you’re the only one using the women’s restroom, so it’s hardly used and practically empty all the time.

“Didn’t want anyone to accidentally get a glimpse of my pretty manager’s pussy, that’s all,” he hums, deciding to push you up against the wall at that moment. Quickly realizing what he means, you tell him that you shouldn’t do that right now, promising to let him do what he wants later, but he’s ignoring you as he unzips the jacket. “I just need a taste to continue to my game, don’t worry, baby. Your pretty mouth gets a break,”

“Bokuto, I won’t be able to walk straight afterwards, everyone’ll know!” You harshly whisper, worried about the looks you’ll get. Bokuto simply licks his lips as you say that, getting on his knees as he tugs down your pants. The sweatpants pooled around your ankles and your panties followed soon after, Bokuto pressing a kiss to your bare knee as he hiked up your leg, keeping it bent. With the position, you felt goosebumps on your skin as the air of the room hit your exposed pussy, arms crossing over your chest as a shiver ran up your spine. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, his lips leaving a trail on your inner thigh until they’re pressing a kiss on your folds.

He doesn’t seem to mind the lack of wetness, diving between your folds with his tongue as he sucks on your clit. It’s pleasureful, but your worries keep you silent as you let him do what he wants to do. You know he’ll be unsatisfied until you finish, which means you have a time limit, making your anxiety worse. While you’re trying to calm your nerves and focus on the pleasure, Bokuto is blissfully stroking your pussy with his tongue and pushing it into your cunt, gathering juices on the tip. He’s eagerly slurping, a few nibbles on your clit that has your body jerking, making your legs weak as you put a hand in his hair, not sure whether to pull him away or push him closer.

Sensing you want him closer, he lets out a moan that vibrates against your skin, adding to the pleasure as you try to not fall. It eventually fails as he gives you one long lick, swirling his tongue around your clit as your knee buckles. He’s quick, grabbing your thighs so you don’t fall and puts them on his shoulders, keeping his face deep in your pussy to keep you pressed against the wall. A few moans are let loose from your lips as your back arches, eyes shut as he pushes two fingers into your cunt, lips and tongue focusing on your clit. He keeps this up until you’re letting out a scream, muffling it with your hand as you whole body twitches with the force of your orgasm. He doesn’t leave you, slurping up any excess as he moans in delight, giving your clit a few kisses in thanks as he does.

Nobody has come to get you yet, so you’re glad he managed to make you finish so quickly, but your worries come back when he wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pressed against the tile as he gives you a long and deep kiss, moaning into your mouth as his hand finds itself trailing to between your legs once more. “I want more,” he groans, eyes lidded as he keeps his face close to yours.

“No, Bokuto, not here,” you whisper, “not now.”

He goes to say something else, his hands moving to his practice shorts as he hooks his thumb in the hem of them, but is cut off by Hinata shouting for him. “Bokuto-san! [Y/N]! Break’s over!”

“Fuck,” Bokuto swears, releasing his shorts as he drops your legs. He’s still hesitant, noticeable in how he gently puts on your panties and longfully looks at them as he pushes them up. You end up putting your pants back on yourself, having to pull them on over your shoes, while Bokuto watches, still close. Once fully on, he hugs you close and gives you another kiss, one hand on your back as the other grabs a fistful of your ass. “We’ll continue this later, hm?” He hums, not waiting for your answer before he goes to leave. You may be worried of others knowing, but his goal is to make sure everyone knows he’s getting special care from you.

Hinata seems surprised when Bokuto leaves the women’s restroom, but not too surprised when you’re following after him. Even with wobbly legs, you’re able to act as if everything’s normal as you wave off any concerns, telling him you’re fine. Bokuto seems to hang back a bit, waiting for you to follow him. Hinata also notices this, but just walks back to the gym without mentioning anything. Once you’re walking in front of him, Bokuto follows, his smile never leaving his face.

By the time the next whistle blows, signaling it’s dinner time and the boys need to go wash up, your legs have stopped their wobbliness. Bokuto made sure to ask for lots of water and an extra towel, making sure you had to walk in front of everyone and he made sure to smile your way every time you did so, chest puffed with pride. Your worries were probably useless, knowing he’d have bragged about it if anyone asked him questions. Even when you got your stuff and had to bend over, grabbing the bucket of water bottles, Bokuto couldn’t help but pat your ass as he walked by. Bearing with it, you pretended like nothing happened when you went to leave, managing to keep a calm facade. Not only had you made sure you wouldn’t have your back facing them when you bent down, but you were out of the way, so Bokuto deliberately went to you just to grope you. It’s nothing you shouldn’t expect, but it’s still embarrassing and very much out of your comfort zone.

Bokuto doesn’t call for you that night, as you spend your time before bed in Aran’s room. He’s been one of the few to not ask for favors as much, but you felt he needed something after a stressful day of dealing with a whining Atsumu. Not only do you spend time with Aran, who happens to be respectful of your comfort levels, but you also get to be occupied when Bokuto goes looking to ‘continue’ what he started that afternoon. Bokuto also is one of the more well-endowed members of the team, but Aran is right up there with him. After slurping up any extra cum from his cock, you give his tip a kiss as he thanks you.

“Whenever you need me,” you chirp, waving goodbye with a smile. You sigh heavily once leaving the room, but find yourself holding your breath as you pass by Bokuto’s room. The sound of snoring calms your nerves, seeing he couldn’t wait for you to be done. Tooting your own horn, you gave Aran’s one of the best blowjobs you could give as long as it drew it out as long as you could. With a brisk and silent walk into your room, you finally felt yourself fully relax once you were inside. Exhausted from the day, you simply undressed and put on a large t-shirt, deciding to shower in the morning when you weren’t as tired.

As you took too long to finish up with Aran, Bokuto ended up falling asleep while waiting for the moans and obscene noises to cease from the room. The rooms weren’t soundproof, which taught him that Sakusa was a heavy sleeper since he didn’t hear the bed creaking that one night, but that means he could hear Aran’s low moans as you went down on him in the next room. Bokuto found himself getting turned on from the noises, his mind running laps as he imagined what you could possibly be doing to get Aran to let loose with his moans, but after a quick handjob to the noises, he felt exhausted to wait anymore. However, that was before most people were asleep, right after dinner. Too early for him, usually, so he ends up waking up to a dark room and quick check on his phone shows it’s only a little past midnight, making him groan.

He can’t stop thinking about the noises, though. Just a wet dream of you servicing his cock and making him sound like that had his cock springing up once again, another groan as he accidentally rubbed it against the mattress when he rolled over. It may be late, but surely you wouldn’t mind if he wanted to get another taste. If you’re up, he’ll have to ask you for some lip service instead, but his hopes are dashed when he sees your light is off. Hoping it’s just the light, he goes to open your door and is surprised to find it unlocked, seeing as you usually lock it when you go to bed. Opening the door, sure enough, you’re asleep, not even under the covers as you sleep so peacefully.

Still as vulnerable and helpless as ever, he can’t help but grin as he shuts the door, eager to take advantage. You don’t even move as he kneels on your bed, crawling over your body as you stay still. A couple of noises leave your lips as he finds his hands massaging the flesh of your thighs and ass, testing your tolerance. He gets a movement, you putting your face into the pillow a bit more as you push your weight to the other side. Finding himself to be lucky, he slides two fingers underneath the panties, pushing them into your cunt as he’s surprised to find you’re quite wet. Thinking you might be having a dream of him as he’s had one of you, his cock twitches as he pulls off your panties. He doesn’t want to rip them off, hoping he can pull them back up you after he’s filled you up, so he’s gentle as he tugs them down your legs.

Even when he pulls your ass into the air by your waist, you don’t wake up. Your legs aren’t very good at keeping you up, but he manages to line his cock with your entrance, using his own body to keep yours stable. Without you squirming or screaming, he finds it a bit lackluster when he bottoms out easily. You don’t struggle against him, your walls parting easily for his cock. Leaning over you, he grabs fistfuls of your breasts, pushing your loose shirt all the way up as he starts a slow pace. He may have wanted you asleep, but he misses the fire you have when you’re awake.

A deep groan in your ear as he feels you squeeze his cock, sucking him back in as he rocks himself out of you. A more harsh thrust has you gasping, fingers grasping at the pillow beneath them and a moan spilling from your lips. Soon after, your eyes are fluttering open as you try to understand what’s going on. The thrusts in and out of your cunt have you going on alert, wide eyes searching behind you to find Bokuto, smiling down at you. “Nice of you to wake up,”

“Bok— Bokuto?” You sleepily reply, brain processing everything. Each drag of his cock in your walls had you clenching around him and a moan escaping your throat. “What are you doing?”

“I missed you after you spent some time with Aran. It sounded like so much fun, I had a dream about you so I came to see you. You sounded like you were enjoying it, so I didn’t see a reason to stop.” He can feel you squeezing him more, your body rigid as you squirm under him, it’s much better than just fucking your limp body. It’s like you’re trying to push him out as if your cunt wasn’t sucking him in before your eyes opened. “Just gotta let me fill you up, okay?”

“No, no, stop!” You shake off the sleepiness, trying to squirm away but he just pushes your head into the pillows, using his other hand to keep your hips still. With your mouth against the pillows, you can’t tell him to stop and you can’t even try to get him to take his cock out of you, so you just have to lay there and take it as your nails dig into his arm and wrist.

“Feel so fucking good,” he groans picking up his pace as he slaps his hips against your ass. “All mine,” he mumbles, barely audible over his mixture of moans and groans. He doesn’t bother trying to keep quiet, even making sure the bed frame hits the wall with each harsh thrust. Screwing your eyes shut, you try to block everything out until you hear the door creak open. Bokuto, however, never ceases in his pace.

“Bokuto-san? Wha— Why are you in here?” Hinata’s voice whispers. It’s loud enough for you both to hear it, even over the squelching noises. “I didn’t—”

“Fucking our cute manager, what else?” Bokuto replies, cocky as ever. It’s like he’s showing off a prize, a special treat he got. Squirming some more, hoping maybe Hinata will see your dilemma, you manage to free your face from the fabric and look towards Hinata. There’s a blush coating his cheeks as his eyes are trained on where Bokuto’s hips are slamming into you, mesmerized by the way your cunt accepts his cock. When his eyes move to you, he just stares at you, probably noticing the tears on your cheeks. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

“Help,” you whisper, hoping Hinata can see your lips. “Hinata, please,” you manage to get out, although your voice is hoarse. He doesn’t really move, but you try to move your hand to reach out to him, but Bokuto seems to sense what you’re about to do. Using his hand to lift up your head, your throat is strained so you can hardly say anything and your hands fly to his arm, digging your nails into them.

“I see you looking, Hinata,” Bokuto says, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth and pressing them against your tongue to keep your voice muffled as you try to scream. “It’s a good scene, isn’t it?”

“N-No, I-” he stutters, but then you manage to watch as his hand moves to his sleeping shorts, covering his growing erection. Knowing he’s getting turned on by Bokuto fucking you, your hopes of help are dashed. Does he know you don’t want this? He should, Hinata knows you better than most — you would’ve told him about the decision to sleep around rather than just give blowjobs.

“Enjoying the show a bit? Lock the door and I’ll let you get a closer look,” Bokuto then says, a predatory grin on his face as he stares at Hinata. There’s a beat and a small swell of hope, but then Hinata’s moving to lock the door. The resounding click feels like it echoes in the room, then you notice Bokuto’s thrusts have slowed down until they’re hardly noticeable. He’s then pulling out of you, flipping you over so your back is to the mattress and crooking his finger to bring Hinata closer. You think he’s gonna have Hinata enter you as well, but instead he just tells him to sit back and watch.

Bokuto swiftly pushes back into you, hand covering your mouth as you scream. “God, I missed that. You’re so compliant when you’re asleep,” he groans, grinning when tears form in your eyes again and your nails dig into his arm once more. You can hardly do any damage, his body rock hard as he keeps you pinned down as his hips slam against yours. It’s powerful, heard each time and the sloppy wet noises of your slick coating his cock with each thrust make your stomach churn.

Hinata watches, eyes hardly leaving your form as he drinks up each movement. Bokuto makes sure to adjust your leg, pushing it to your shoulder so Hinata has more room to look. You can’t bear to look at Hinata, feeling sick when you watch him pull down his shorts, freeing his hard cock as he jacks himself off. He’s getting off of the way your cunt eagerly accepts Bokuto’s cock, especially the sticky wetness that coats the shaft each time he pulls out. Each thrust Bokuto gives to you, Hinata’s matching the pace with his hand and squeezing down on his cock each time Bokuto groans, swearing.

When Bokuto takes his thumb and starts rubbing against your clit, your legs tighten as your back arches, your mouth free as you freely let out a mixture of a groan and a mewl, elbows digging into the mattress as you do. A dark chuckle from Bokuto brings you down from the temporary high. “So much fight, yet easily giving up in the end,” he says, flicking your little bud with his thumb so you can’t properly reply. Soon enough, your walls are constructing around his cock as you grit your teeth, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth, legs shaking as you orgasm.

Bokuto groans, sighing as he pulls his cock out of your cunt, making sure to show Hinata the sheen on it, all of your cum. It’s short-lived, as Bokuto’s pushing back into you and chasing his own end now. You don’t get the small pleasure of being uncaged, feeling Bokuto’s weight on you before you can process anything and his relentless harsh pace begins again, low moans in your ear as he keeps your legs bent and up towards your torso. His heavy balls slap against your ass as he coats your pussy and ass in your own slick, you feeling the fluid dripping down your ass. Before Bokuto finishes, you hear Hinata let out a moan, a strangled moan, as if he’s holding back, but then Bokuto’s pumping you full of his cum as he fists the sheets under him. A few lazy thrusts and then he’s pulling out, watching his cum ooze from your stretched cunt.

Bokuto then spreads your legs, signaling Hinata closer as he continues to fist his cock. He looks like he’s about to explode, but he gets closer to you as his hand slows. Bokuto brings him a little closer, guiding his cock against your sloppy pussy and patting it against you, the final touch before Hinata’s cum is splashing against your stomach and chest, some getting on your shirt. All you do is gasp, dipping some fingers into the gunk as Hinata finishes, with the help of Bokuto using his own cum as lube.

“It— It looked so good, I’m sorry,” Hinata pants out, trying to clean the excess cum off his cock. Bokuto seems to be obsessed with pushing his own cum back into you as you just lay back, unsure of what to do. “Can I.. Can I have a taste?”

“Wait, no,” you try to stop him, but Bokuto’s encouraging him, moving behind you as he keeps your legs spread for Hinata. Hinata, like Bokuto had earlier in the day, gets on his knees before your dripping pussy and laps up the cum oozing from it. You’re biting on your lip, hands finding themselves on Bokuto’s arms as you twitch. Still sensitive, you can only sit there as Hinata cleans you up with his tongue.

Seemingly not minding the taste, he hums in satisfaction as he licks and slurps up the creamy liquid, licking his lips even. With a pat on your thighs, Bokuto tells Hinata to put his hands against them and he does, leaving Bokuto’s hands free. He decides to play with your breasts, rubbing your nipples between his fingers pulling them, getting your back arching. Hinata may not seem as strong as Bokuto, but he keeps a firm grip on your thighs and keeps your legs from closing. Once he’s slurped up most of the cum, he pushes his face all the way into your pussy, tongue flicking in and out of your cunt and as whine, squirming again at the feeling.

Bokuto coats two of his fingers in his own spit, rubbing the saliva against your nipple before playing with it again. His other hand moves down to rub at your clit, getting you clenching around Hinata’s tongue before he goes back to slurping and gentle sucks. With Bokuto rubbing your clit, Hinata finds his lips trailing lower to focus on your cunt, until his tongue grazes over your ass. Jolting with a yelp, you attempt to move away. “Oh, seems like she enjoyed that. Do it again, Hinata.” Hinata does exactly that, tongue tracing around your puckered hole as you whine and squirm.

“Wait, no, not there, please,” you beg, getting Hinata to hesitate. Unlike Bokuto, who would continue regardless. A short hesitance, then Hinata’s back to tracing his tongue around and over. He never pushes it in, thankfully, but his nose does tend to nudge your cunt as he moves his tongue and lips around your other entrance. That, combined with Bokuto’s onslaught on your nipple and clit, has you trying to close your legs as you twitch, a groan as your juices splash against Hinata’s face, combined with some of Bokuto’s cum. He doesn’t seem to mind, lapping it all up and cleaning it off the rest of his face. When Hinata stands up, he turns pink when he sees how hard he is, hand grabbing his cock and giving it a few pumps. You think he’s gonna just coat your inner thighs in his cum, but Bokuto has other plans.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you gave her a little creampie, would she?” He hums, hand grasping your chin a bit harshly. “I’ll even tell you her sweet spots, what do you think?”

When Hinata furiously nods his head, letting Bokuto guide his cock into your cunt, you whine from the sensitivity and from annoyance. Hinata keeps his hands firmly on your thighs as he thrusts into you, making sure to drag his cock against your walls, while Bokuto brings your hand to his cock, eager to have you servicing him somehow. When tears stream down your cheeks, Bokuto simply wipes them away with his finger, but Hinata leans closer to lick them away, his tongue sticky from your cum coating it.

“Hinata, stop,” you whine, trying one last time. This time, Bokuto doesn’t interfere, but it’s still useless.

“I always expected to take your virginity, you know? I was your friend first,” he rambled off, never looking away from how you sucked in his cock. “I like you, a lot, so I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, okay?”

Whining doesn’t deter either of them and squirming just means they hold you down tighter, rendering you completely helpless against them.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #Birdie’s Bokuto Week 2021 #Bokuto Week #Bokuto smut #Hinata smut #Mr. Kōtarō #Mr. Shōyō #tw.noncon #tw.anal #tw.exhibitionism #tw.voyeurism #tw.toxic #tw.rimming #cw.cum eating #cw.rimming #cw.creampie #cw.dacryphilia #tw.somnophilia

[bokutoslittlebird]

At Your Mercy

Day 3 of Birdie’s Bokuto Week

Summary: Being the JNT’s manager has its perks, mainly your income, but you end up finding yourself taking care of some of the members. Atsumu is positive you favorite him over everyone else, which puts a damper in Bokuto’s spirits. Bokuto decides to ask for an extra treat when you visit him at night.

Warnings: toxic work environment, blowjob(s), dubcon/noncon, virginity loss, m. masturbation, manipulation, f. and m. oral receiving, creampie, squirting, bit of aftercare

If you had been told you would be the manager for Japan’s National Team when you were 15, you’d have laughed at the notion. Befriending Hinata was a random occurrence, taking on the roll of manager alongside Yachi in Kiyoko’s last year. You’d have never thought Hinata would fly so high he’s reach the top charts, and you even lost contact with him when he journeyed to Brazil. When he joined the MSBY team, he reached out to you for another manager position. Originally declining, you ended up picking up the job when you found out how much money you’d get just for washing jerseys and filling water bottles.

Division 1 teams don’t usually have managers, so you were a rare sight to see, especially on a team of testosterone filled men playing volleyball. Often you’d hear Hinata bickering with Kageyama during practice matches because you were on MSBY and not the Adlers. It was an easy job, if you could handle the constant harassment from the members. Sakusa and Hinata were nice, even Meian was sweet, but Bokuto and Atsumu did not do well with personal space. Hugs, cheek kisses, high fives, bear hugs that had you spinning around, they did them all. That.. wasn’t so bad, but they loved touching you so much they often didn’t let you go until you asked them to. They were also the ones who would ask what you were doing, who you were seeing, were you interested in them, and more. Without Hinata, it got worse because you didn’t have that comfort and support from a friend.

When they were recruited to the National Team, you were so excited for them. Less time with them, and Hinata would be back in Japan for training. This time, when Hinata asked if you would be a manager for the JNT, you declined. Content with your decision to stay, you were not only pressured by the members of MSBY also on JNT, but the rest of the MSBY team. When the National Coach came to you in person to ask, with Kuroo Tetsurō and Iwaizumi Hajime in tow, you had a feeling he wasn’t taking no for an answer anymore. You reluctantly agreed, but dearly wished you hadn’t.

An entire team of men who do nothing but exercise and play volleyball all day. If they’re off their game, it affects the entire team. When that happens, you’re supposed to help them calm down and maybe help them work through it. Sometimes, Iwaizumi checks them over while you talk to them. But sometimes, all they need is to relieve a bit of stress and your presence on the team gives the coach an easy suggestion. You can say you don’t want to, you could have said no, but he wouldn’t take it. You soon realized the coach wasn’t as great as many thought him to be.

“You wouldn’t want to be the reason we lose, would you? Carrying that guilt on your shoulders, it must be exhausting for someone so young. I can’t change your mind, but I know it would mean a lot to your friends should you decide to help them out.”

You did feel bad. That was the problem. Not only did the guys know you were declining the option to sleep with them, but they also knew that you knew it’d benefit them. The only ones who didn’t make you feel bad about it really were Hinata and Aran. Everyone else practically ignored you, trying to make you feel even guiltier. Hinata cheered you up, telling you over the phone or late at night that he didn’t like the coach for what he was trying to pull, but never did anything about it. Aran outwardly protected you, especially if Atsumu brought up how stressed he was and how there such a “simple way to fix it” and Aran was there to smack him and tell him to drop it. He also didn’t go against the coach, though, knowing that a word against the coach could be the death sentence for their time on the team.

When you finally cracked, you ended up going to Iwaizumi. You just couldn’t bring it up to Hinata, especially since you’ve known him for so long, finding it embarrassing. You explained to Iwaizumi why you declined, and that reason being you were a virgin in almost all aspects of sex. You had given a handjob to an ex-boyfriend years ago, but he was rude, so you broke up with him before you two could go any further. When Iwaizumi understood your reluctance, he gave you a new option. From you, the coach wouldn’t take it, but from Iwaizumi he would agree to it.

With guidance and help from Iwaizumi, you felt a bit more confident when the coach announced to the team members you’d be willing to have some one-on-one time with them after practice. But, he honored yours and Iwaizumi’s wish to keep your virginity, telling them they could only use your mouth and hands as they saw fit. With no surprise, Atsumu was immediately on board with it. Not even waiting until the practice was over, he took a break and brought you into the restroom with him. It was humiliating to get down on your knees in front of him, feeling as though you’d lost, but it was worse when everyone was looking at you two when you returned. Atsumu’s smug grin told them everything.

That was the day things began to change. Hinata and Aran were hesitant, but even they came around, asking for some individual help. But Atsumu ate the shit up, asking for a blowjob once a day if not twice. Sometimes you’d only give him a handjob, but he was good at guilt tripping you, encouraging you to do a little more or give him a little more love. If you weren’t worried of rumors or scandals, you’d have just quit when the option was brought up.

“Another good practice! Your serves are improving Tobio-kun,” Atsumu smiles at the end of his sentence, seemingly genuine in his compliment. Kageyama gives him a look.

“Says the one who will be benched,” he retorts back, starting up a fight. You and Komori sigh, as he sits on the bench next to you. Sakusa, who’s also next to you, crinkles his nose up as his mask moves.

“They’re idiots, the lot of them,” he groans, rolling his eyes. You let out a chuckle, but just shrug.

“Of course they are. Both blockheads with hardly anything but volleyball on their mind,” you reply, standing up from the bench. Another swapping of practice teams, another switching of positions, another refill on water bottles. Any job to get you out of the gym is fine, you’ve decided. Thoughts to yourself can be a bit more free.

Coming back to the gym, you stop outside when you hear Bokuto and Atsumu bickering. “I’m just sayin’, she sure shows me lots of love. Bokkun, she hardly spends time with you!”

“You’re always hoggin’ her!” Bokuto shouts back, then a ball being slammed against the floor is heard.

“Now, now, you both need to calm down,” you hear Aran say. Always the mediator, especially when it comes to Atsumu. “Neither of you have been doing so well today. Maybe resting is in order?”

“No, just tell Tsum-Tsum to leave some for the rest of us. Can’t relieve stress when you’re dragging her into bathrooms and ‘talking’ to her late at night,” Bokuto pouts. Had the conversation been on something else, you’d have giggled at his antics. Instead, you felt sick in the pit of your stomach.

“Bokuto, how about you take an early break?” Coach Hibarida said. A grumble of confirmation was said and you decided to enter the gym, moving back a few steps as you acted like you hadn’t heard anything. With your eyes widening as you saw Bokuto angrily walking in your direction, you went to go ask if he was okay, but was shut down before you could make a peep. “By yourself, Bokuto,” Hibarida continued, making Bokuto’s eyes lose a bit of shine and take on a grumpy expression. Deciding it was best to ignore it, you continued into the gym with the waters in tow.

Usually if any member of the team was alone, then you’d be dragged along with them. This time, Bokuto was completely alone and he’d be stuck like that until practice ended in the evening. With the sun not even close to setting, he was definitely going to go to bed early if he couldn’t practice. Going into the locker room was the first stop, deciding on a quick shower to maybe ease the tension from his muscles. Whenever he’d go into the locker room, though, he’d just get flashbacks of the first time you got on your knees for him.

Then he got pissed again. Remembering how Atsumu seemed so smug about the thing, telling everyone they’d better back off because he was planning on taking the top spot of your favorites.

“She spends most of her time with me, I bet it won’t be long until she’s asking me to touch her a bit more,” Atsumu had boasted.

The look on his face had Bokuto getting riled up again, deciding a hot shower was in order. But once he was under the stream and surrounded by steam, he was fine. The hot water soothed his muscles and the boiling blood in his veins, but it also proved to replace the thoughts in his mind with something better. Instead of thinking about what made him so angry, he thought back to the first time he got you on your knees. It was so wonderful to feel your hands finally around his cock, even if you seemed reluctant and couldn’t stand looking at it for long, turning your gaze up to him.

Remembering the way you looked up at him innocently reminded him of just how innocent you really were. Leaning his back against the cold tiles, he trailed his hand down his body as the water slid down with it. When he wrapped his hand around his cock, he adjusted his fingers to how your mouth felt, how it was so tight around him the first time. You seemed so scared of it, he couldn’t help but recall the memory with fondness. When you finally took most of it in your mouth, you looked up at him through those lashes, wondering if he was enjoying it. With the way you took care of him, giving him one of the best orgasms of his life, he could only wish for more.

As his hand pumped harder, he tightened his fist a bit more, thinking about how hot and wet your cunt would actually feel, wrapping around him. He knew that if he could just get a taste of you, he’d definitely feel better. He’d love to slurp and dive his tongue into your messy cunt, but he finds himself tipping over the edge when he thinks of how you’d look, teary-eyed as he gave you the best orgasm of your life. Coming down from his high, he looks down to see his seed coating his hand, dripping off and down into the drain with the rest of the water.

The water’s gotten colder.

Cutting his shower time there, he dries himself up and decides to go back to his room, filled with fantasies of you and how sweet you’d taste. With those thoughts completely taking over his mind, he’s soon sleeping soundly on the bed.

Given that the entirety of the team doesn’t live nearby, the practice gym is in a large building that has a dining hall, a nurse’s office (recovery station, it’s where Iwaizumi spends most of his day), as well as rooms for the men to dorm in. The rooms themselves are suited for only sleeping and bathing, including a bed and the bathroom with a toilet. Showers were located in the locker room, so usually everyone would wash up when practice was over or after dinner. There were some rooms that had a much nicer bathroom, including a small kitchen area, and those were given to the staff members. That included the coach, Iwaizumi, and you. Kuroo lived nearby and only visited occasionally, so he didn’t room in the building. However, your room was between Iwaizumi’s and Hinata’s, making it one of the safest places to be situated.

After dinner, Coach Hibarida asked if you’d be willing to check on Bokuto and take him his dinner. Fully expecting him to ask you to do so, you agreed and took the still warm food in a takeout container to the room Bokuto was staying in. It was about three rooms down from you, seeing as Sakusa was beside Hinata’s room. Gently knocking on the door, you waited for a response before calling out. Hearing nothing, you decided to test the doorknob and saw it was unlocked. Pushing open the door, you saw Bokuto asleep in the bed. Smiling at the unconscious wing spiker, you move into the room and set the food down on a nearby table.

“Bokuto, can you hear me? Can you wake up for a minute?” To your surprise, he moves, turning towards you and blinking open his eyes. The room was dark, but you turning on the light was probably burning his eyes. “Sorry, I wanted to tell you your dinner was ready, but if you want to sleep I can—”

“No, no! I’m hungry, I’ll eat,” he groggily says, but practically bolts up from the sheets anyways. Clad in nothing but some boxers, you look away as he looks at the food, eating away on his bed. “‘S good!”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s gross,” you chuckle, shaking your head. You turn over the possibility of asking if he’s feeling better, if he wants to talk about earlier, but a part of you doesn’t want to because you’re afraid of how things will go. Bokuto is, well, bigger than average. Ushijima and Sakusa are nothing to sneer at either, as are most of the men who stand over 6 feet, but you still get scared whenever you’re alone with one of them. It won’t take much for them to decide they want more from you.

“Hey, did you hear me?” You suddenly heard, your head snapping up to see not only has Bokuto tossed the empty tray into the trash, but he is now looking at you intensely. “I asked if you were alright,”

“Yeah! Just spacing out, nothing new, you know,” you laugh it off, waving your hands in front of you. Bokuto seems skeptical, but says nothing more. “I was thinking of when you left the gym,” ignoring the bit you overheard, “you seemed so upset, I was wondering if you felt better now,”

“Uh, not really to be completely honest,” he says, rubbing the side of his neck. That sinking feeling in your stomach comes back, eating at your insides. “I took a shower to ease my anger, so now I guess I just feel.. sad? A bit lonely, even?”

“Lo- Lonely?” You parrot back, confused.

“Yeah, well, it might be a bit embarrassing for you, but Atsumu was telling everyone how you’ll probably end up giving your.. innocence to him, since you show him so much favoritism. It just made me feel a bit bad since I don’t really spend much time with you. If you’re not with Atsumu, you’re with someone else,” he practically mumbles, but each bit is loud enough for you to hear it. Bokuto usually uses nicknames for people he’s fond of, so it’s a bit of a shock to hear him say Atsumu’s name fully. A blush covers his cheeks, making the atmosphere seem almost sweet, like he’s confessing to you.

Almost.

“Bokuto, I don’t plan on giving anything to anyone except what I already do. That’s final. I don’t show Atsumu favoritism, it’s more so he’s showing favoritism over me. I can’t say no without feeling guilty, even if I know it’s just because he’s gotten addicted to it,” you explain, looking away from Bokuto as you talk. Fiddling with a loose string in his comforter, you continue on. “If you want to spend more time with me, all you have to do is ask. I’d much prefer spending time with you than Atsumu.” Or anyone else for that matter, but you don’t say those words. You’re here to cheer up Bokuto, even if you know what he’ll ask from you. They always do.

“Then, can you spend some time with me? Right now?” He asks, leaning in closer. He’s so close to your lips, you can feel his breath on your cheeks. Even though you’re not usually kissing the members, it’s not something you’re inexperienced in either. When Bokuto presses his lips to yours, hand behind your head, you don’t pull away. You don’t really do anything, but the main thing is you don’t pull away.

When Bokuto moves his hand from your head, you slide off the bed. Answering his question with that simple action has him hard in his boxers, the sheer size of him easily noticed through the fabric. His hand traces along your chin before letting you go, pulling down his boxers as his cock pops out. You immediately purse your lips as he goes to shimmy his boxers off the rest of the way, a soft thump as they landed on the hardwood floor. Looking up at Bokuto, waiting for his permission, you sat on your knees. When his hand came to rest on the back of your head, his beaming smile directed your way, you knew what came next.

Lying was never your forte, even when it came to yourself. The way you felt sick to your stomach never left you, but you couldn’t deny the arousal building in your core as you licked up Bokuto’s cock, hearing him groan in pleasure above you. A quick glance showed his head was thrown back as he kept one hand on your head, the other fisting the sheets beneath him. Looking away, you kissed the tip as he hissed, sucking on the tip before taking it all in your mouth. Well, what would fit. Your hands had to take care of the rest, rubbing and massaging the skin as your lips wrapped around what they could, tongue licking up the sides. Bobbing your head, you tried to ignore the obscene noises from your mouth, wet and sloppy as you moaned, adding to his own pleasure.

You knew that he was close when both hands came to your head, pushing you down even more until you’re pushed past the limit. Gagging around him, you feel the drool pool around your lips, dripping down his balls as you moves your had to his own pace. When he stops, shoving you down quite far, you screw your eyes shut when salty fluid erupts in your mouth, coating every surface. Attempting to swallow it, you let some beads of cum dribble out of the corner of your lips.

“Do you feel better?” You ask, the sick feeling in your stomach not going away. After a few pants, Bokuto’s hands still haven’t left your head. “Bokuto, are you-” you begin, but look up to see him just staring at you. Words get stuck in your throat as you try to decipher what he’s trying to say.

“I need more, please. I’m still a bit stressed,” he finally gets out, your face completely dropping as he says so. You’ve told them the boundary before and nobody has asked for more, you’ve always thought you wouldn’t have to worry with them.

“Bokuto, I’m not comfortable with that. Please understand. If there’s nothing else-”

“Please! Just a taste! I won’t even enter you I just— I want to feel like you like me, even for a bit,”

“Bokuto, please let me go,” you feel like crying, seeing as Bokuto has a tight grip on your wrist. You’d be unable to rip from his grasp no matter what, you’re completely at his mercy. He doesn’t respond to you, but he doesn’t let you go. You just stare at him, hoping he’ll choose to let you go. A fleeting thought, that is, which is destroyed when you’re forcefully pulled onto the bed. Easily maneuvered under him, Bokuto holds you still as you thrash and try to get him off of you. When you open your mouth to scream, he’s quicker to cover your mouth, shushing you and muffling any words.

“Just a taste, please, I won’t go any further. I just want—” what does he want? He knows what he wants, but he doesn’t want to scare you any more than he already has. If you so much as scream for help, someone is bound to come check on you. He’s aware you’re not treated like you should be, which he can’t say he’s tried to do, but he’s sure you’d warrant attention and help should your mouth scream for it. “It’s not like anybody would come for you. I’m just gonna treat you good and let you go. Just sit back and take it, alright?” He feels bad, especially when your eyes get all glossy, but he’s hit a nerve and you acquiesce, limbs falling limp as you continue to look at him.

He’s gentle, he knows he has to be. Unlike some of the other guys, he actually wanted to treat you right when he had time with you. Gently prying off your pants, he finds his cock twitching when he notices the baby blue panties covering your more sensitive area. He sharply inhales when he notices the wet patch where you pretty cunt is hidden, meaning you enjoyed giving him a blowjob. You look completely disheveled and innocent under him, a look he’s only been able to fantasize about. Once the pants are off, he’s using one finger to hook in the bottom of your panties, pulling the damp fabric away from your skin as you shiver, arms covering your chest as you try to decide where to have your eyes. They flicker to and fro, landing on his face before they leave again, going towards the door and then to the wall. You’re so cute, he can hardly hold himself back.

Getting the panties off of you, he momentarily holds his breath as you’re completely bare before him. Well, the sensitive area of you is bare before him. He could give you one of the best orgasms of your life with his fingers, his tongue, or his cock with it in front of him. He does end up prying your legs apart a bit, seeing as your immediate reaction is to close them. He keeps eye contact with you as he lowers his head, until you’re covering your face and biting on your lip, probably to keep yourself quiet. A part of him regrets telling you to be quiet, especially when he hears the cutest squeak from you when he presses a soft kiss to your folds.

Seeing as you always give his cock a kiss before going down on him, he only felt it was right. When he does a slow lick against you, he finds your body jerking under him. So sensitive, so sweet, he can’t hold himself back from diving into your cunt, wrapping his lips around your little bud and sucking on it. His tongue flicks against the wet skin, gathering bits of your essence on it as he dives it into your little hole. Diving his whole face between your legs, he moves his mouth up and down as he continues to assault your dripping pussy, lapping every bit of it he can as he brings your towards an orgasm.

When he feels your hands thread through his hair, tightening as your mewls are more noticeable, he speeds up the speed of his tongue and lets it flick against your clit while his grip on your thighs tighten. When your back arches and you grip him even more, pulling him closer to you, he gives your cunt one more hard suck before you let out a strangled moan, your own cum filling up his mouth as he eagerly sucks and laps it all up. Even if it was the only liquid he could have for the rest of his life, he’d never complain with how good it tastes to him. It’s not as sweet as sugar, but it’s sweet enough for him to lick any inch of skin he could, hoping to get it all up.

“Are you— Are you satisfied, Bokuto?” You heave out, chest moving with each deep breath you take. Your eyes are completely glossed over and your entire body is hot, flushed from the recent orgasm. Bokuto doesn’t say anything, just licking his lips as he massages your thighs. He continues to look at your pussy, seemingly thinking. “I have to go, now, Bokuto,”

“You’re not in love with Tsum-Tsum, right? You’d much prefer me, right?” He suddenly asks. You’re stunned for a second, but decide to just tell him the truth.

“I’d prefer lots of people over Atsumu. He’s a pervert who I’m not a fan of. I’m not in love with anyone, not even you, Bokuto-san,” you add the honorific, going to show how serious you are. However, it seems he’s taken it differently.

“Does that mean you don’t want anything to do with me? Being so formal, right now? You’re attracted to me, it’s not hard to fall in love, is it?” He starts saying, his body completely locking you in against him and the bed. His hands push up your shirt, finding a bra underneath that seems to annoy him. He pushes it up though, large hands covering your breasts as your own hands grip his arms, acting as though they could push him off. They don’t even distract him, his fingers rolling your nipples between them before he’s letting them go. “I just need a bit more,”

“Bokuto, no, you promised—!” You say, only to get three thick fingers in your mouth. They effectively muffle any protests you have, rubbing against your tongue, while his other hand moves your legs over his, his cock brushing against the inside of your thigh. With the small brush, you start thrashing against, hoping he’ll loosen up so you can get away, but instead he just lowers his body on top of yours, his weight keeping you pinned down enough while he lines himself up with your entrance. “Bokuto, please,” you plea, although you can barely understand your own words with him muffling it.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. I promise I’ll be gentle,” he swears, pushing into you. Automatically you arch your back, legs tightening around him as he pushes in. He also replaces his fingers with his tongue, swallowing any screams or moans you release as he pushes into you. His arms cage you in as he kisses you, hips moving into you slowly. He break the kiss, muttering a “so fucking tight,” before groaning in your ear. “You’re so wet but you’re so tight, fuck,” he curses, giving a few thrusts as he tries to push in even farther.

“It- It hurt, Bokuto, please—”

“It’ll pass, shh,” he hushes, pressing kisses to your lips once more, then trailing his lips down your jaw. “It’ll pass, just bear with it,” he whispers, continuing to press kisses to your skin. “Relax, baby, calm down,” he continues speaking, even as he rocks his cock into your walls. When he seems content with how far he is inside of you, he looks down to see where the two of your are connected and lets out a low moan, rocking his hips a bit. You give him a pleased moan, low and quiet, head turning away from him, making him smile as he pats your thigh.

When you feel him leaning back down, one of your legs bent in the crook of his elbow as he buries his face in your neck, you also feel the breath knocked out of your lungs when he gives a harsh thrust. A gasp escapes you, hands coming to his back as your nails dig into the muscles. When you end up arching your back as he fucks into you, your nails scratch down as he lets out a groan, his teeth pricking your skin as you do. Sloppy, wet noises come from where the two of you are connected, filling the room along with your short moans and his low ones, mixed with groans as his thrusts get harder and faster. Each thrust buries himself even deeper inside of you, wet balls slapping against your ass as you screw your eyes shut once more, feeling a building orgasm coming on.

Before you can let the orgasm go, he stops and you whine, nails trailing up his back until they’re at his neck, him moving his torso up until he’s looking down at you, getting a good look at your face. When his thrusts start up again, he’s smiling down at you, eyes full of fondness and love, making you feel sick as you look down, watching as his cock disappears inside of you with each pump. It’s covered in your juices, translucent strands connecting the two of your together with each time he pulls away from you, making the sloppy noises whenever he pushes back in. Your orgasm washes over you as you watch him fuck into you, his thrusts slowing as your eyes shut, back arching as your body stretches out, toes curling from the force of the orgasm. He picks it up once you’re done, but he’s then moving and adjusting position once more.

With your legs pushed up to your shoulders, your nails are scratching at his neck as strangled moans leave your throat, even though you bite your lip to hold them back. Bokuto fucks into you relentlessly, his orgasm coming closer and closer with each pulse of your pussy wrapped around him. With the change in position, he’s rubbing you in all the right ways that has you seeing stars, eyes rolling in the back of your head when his thumb comes to rub your clit. Aiding in bringing you to a third orgasm, your cunt gushes around him, clear fluid splashing against his abdomen as he lets out a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt in you as you silently scream, his lips covering yours. His hot cum fills your insides, painting them white as he sucks on your tongue, lazily thrusting into you while he gets the rest of your watery orgasm out of you and finishes his own, cock finally going soft as he pulls out of you. The weight of what you’ve done, what he’s done, hits you and you begin tearing up, salty tears beading down your cheeks. Bokuto feels them and licks them up, shushing you as he whispers sweet nothing and gentle words.

With you silently crying on his bed, he decides to take a towel from his bathroom, wetting it and wiping away any of his seed that oozes out of you. Even though he pushes some back into you, a part of him wanting to sink his cock back in, he holds himself back. He knows he’s gone too far, you’ll need time to really process everything, so he just wipes you down and helps you put on your clothes. Even though he really wants to keep your panties for his next fantasy, he slides them up your legs while pressing kisses to the sweaty skin. You don’t say anything, just wiping away tears and snot with your shirt. Once your pants are on, he puts on a pair of sweats laying nearby and picks you up, situating yourself in his arms so he can open the door.

He takes you back to your room, the door already unlocked. With nobody in there, he shuts the door and locks it, setting you down on the bed. You turn away from him, hoping to just sleep but he doesn’t want to leave you quite yet. “Thank you, manager. I love you,” he whispers, giving you a kiss on your head before getting up and leaving. The shutting of the door spurs you into moving, although your movement is slow. Your hips ache, your legs and back are sore, your whole body feels numb, but you manage to get to the door, locking it before sliding down the wooden surface. Curling into a ball, you just stay there and cry.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #Mr. Kōtarō #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #Birdie’s Bokuto Week 2021 #Bokuto Week #Bokuto smut #tw.manipulation #tw.gaslighting #tw.toxic

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Guys My Age

Older!Bokuto x College!Akaashi

Summary: Akaashi finds his life quite boring yet stressful with his boyfriend and classes, struggling to pay his rent on time. When Kenma suggests looking into a sugar daddy, he’s hesitant, but he soon finds himself in a sweet position.

Warnings: sugar daddy au, anxiety, mentions of food and not eating (not necessarily an eating disorder, I don’t think), mention of drugs and alcohol, abuse, mentions of insecurities, manhandling, mirror sex, blowjob, sex toys [1], fingering, lube, anal, creampie

Akaashi didn’t need to open the door to tell his boyfriend was home. The stench of weed was obvious beyond the door, making it so Akaashi had to plug his nose before even entering the apartment. Sure enough, his boyfriend, Ichiro, was lounging on the couch with some girl he’s never seen before, a bong on the coffee table between them and a blunt between her manicured fingers. Although he was surprised she’d have enough money to pay for nails, he just ignored them as they would do to him.

The apartment complex was located in a pretty shady area, meaning there was a lot more crime and a lot more drug related activity around the area. Akaashi chose it due to cheap costs on his rent, hoping it’d lessen his stress with classes and work. Even when he invited Ichiro to stay at his place, he expected some help with the finances. Instead, he worked himself ragged and retained even more stress because his boyfriend was addicted to weed.

Whether it be drugs or alcohol, Ichiro’s paycheck went towards it. Tossing a glass bottle in the recycling, Akaashi tried to clean up the kitchen a bit while he waited for the water to heat up. Ichiro also didn’t like coffee, so Akaashi’s mother bought him a Keurig to have at his apartment, so he could make single cups of coffee and not worry about extra coffee going to waste. A high pitched giggling was heard behind him, making him turn to see the girl wobbling her way into the kitchen. Finally noticing Akaashi, she seems to smile as if she’s met him before.

“Hey, there! You must be Ichiro’s friend, right?” She slurred, obviously drunk. Akaashi had to force himself to breathe in her presence, the stench of weed and alcohol stronger now that she was in the room.

“His boyfriend, yes,” he replies, then turns back around. She seems to have moved her attention elsewhere, then whines.

“Where’s my bottle?” She whines, stomping her foot like she’s a child. Akaashi rolls his eyes, pressing the buttons to make an extra strong coffee. With her in his home, he’ll need it. Her whining and calling out for her ‘bottle’ doesn’t stop, not once, while he makes a large mug of coffee. He’s leaving soon after, ignoring her completely as he goes into the bedroom. The bedroom is still close by, but he’s able to breathe a bit better and plug his earbuds in to get his work done. Taking out his laptop and stretching a bit, he gets to work.

By the time his stomach is grumbling for some food, it’s already dark out and the apartment has quieted down. Expecting the two to be passed out, Akaashi exits the bedroom to find them missing, bong and bits of weed left behind. Rolling his eyes, he goes to clean it up. The first time he cleaned it up, he decided to throw away the small bits of weed left behind and clean the bong, starting a fight with Ichiro on accident. Akaashi may be a pretty big guy, but he isn’t one for confrontation, just letting Ichiro berate and hit him for “wasting his shit” as he said. Sighing at the memory, Akaashi swiped the bits into a plastic bag and wiped the rim of the bong, putting them both in a cabinet in the kitchen. It had a lock on it, suppose to keep people out except Ichiro, but it’s been unlocked forever and he never remembers to lock it.

While cooking up a meal in the microwave and texting Kenma, Akaashi gets a notification from Ichiro.

“Don’t wait up for me! Party until late,” is what the message says, making Akaashi roll his eyes. Putting his phone down, he tries to focus on putting food in his belly and finishing his homework. He doesn’t need to worry about what his stupid boyfriend is doing; if he wants to party, smoke, and drink his life away, that’s fine. Akaashi really doesn’t want him living with him anymore, but he’s not confrontational and worries he’ll anger Ichiro again. Taking the TV dinner out of the microwave, he frowns as he mixes his food around, appetite no longer there.

The next day, Akaashi wakes up to an empty bed and an empty house, deciding to skip on breakfast as he gets ready for classes. His university is close by enough he can walk, but he needs an early start. At the university is where he met Yukie, who he shared classes in his first semester with. She’s looking to go into food business, a nutritionist, while he wants to go into literature business. Completely nothing in common, yet she’s easily become a close friend. She also happens to have a meal for Akaashi, somehow sensing he doesn’t eat breakfast most morning.

Speaking of which…

“Keiji-kun! Morning!” Yukie shouts across the campus. Akaashi turns to her, waving as she jogs his way. “I got you an extra plate,” she grins, pulling out a takeout container. Akaashi smiles, grateful, but shakes his head.

“I ate today, actually. Thanks, though,”

“Well it’s here until lunch. Wanna go to the library while waiting for class?” She points to the building where people are pouring out of, rushing to get to their class.

“We could, but I did promise professor—”

“Yeah, yeah, gotta be a good student, I get it,” she waves him off, but her smile tells him it’s in good fun. “I’ll be in the library if you need me, ‘kay?” With that, Akaashi’s waving goodbye as they part ways, his feet leading him into a different part of campus.

Did he have a professor to do work for? No, not today. Did he want to be alone so he could finish his work? Yes, he did.

The day is shorter than most, his classes ending earlier because of the break coming up in the next week. After school, he ends up meeting with Yukie and Kenma at a burger joint, finally munching on some food as he listens to Yukie’s story about the grocery store girl.

“She’s so pretty! I’m positive she flirts with me, she seems to always be there!” She explains, chomping on her burger between bites. “I just gotta ask her out,”

“Or not. She’d probably thing you’re a creep,” Kenma cringed his nose in disgust, nibbling on his nuggets. Neither him nor Akaashi have been big on eating, but Yukie loves food. Especially if it’s cheap and greasy.

“No way, didn’t you hear me? She sounds like she’s into me. I hope she is. She looks like she likes girls, at least, which means I have a chance,” she says, pounding her fist in her palm, making a declaration.

“Isn’t it rude to assume based on stereotypes?” Akaashi asks. “After all, she could just like to dress a specific way, not necessarily dressing in a way to attract other women,”

“No, I’ve seen her interact with men. She’s short with them, leaving no room for small talk. Definitely a lesbian,” Yukie practically huffs, nodding firmly before starting in her second burger. Akaashi and Kenma just look at each other and then shrug, going back to their own food. “Speaking of men, how is the love life in Kozume-land and Akaashi-land?”

“Don’t call it that,” Kenma mumbles, but his face turns red after she says so. Now it’s time for Akaashi and Yukie to look at each other, eyebrows raised as they stare at Kenma. “Why are you looking at me like I said something weird?”

“You’re red,” Akaashi bluntly says. Kenma seems to flush even more at that, shoving two nuggets in his mouth. “Kenma, please don’t choke,”

“F’s non’ y’or bus’fness,” Kenma says around a mouthful of food. Eventually, he’s swallowing the food and sipping on his drink. “That’s none of your business,” he states, more clearly.

“You have a boyfriend!” Yukie shouts, startling the men and people around her. “Or girlfriend? You don’t seem to like girls, though,” she hums in thought, finger on her chin.

“Kenma, I’ve known you since we were 5. It is kind of my business. What if he’s shady? Or she, but you’ve only really dated guys before,”

“Okay, I dated one guy. He wasn’t that great, but he got me a ticket to that one con, so I figured it was a fair trade,” Kenma crosses his arms, but a few more seconds of stares has him cracking. “Ugh, fine. But you have to not tell anyone,”

“We promise,” they both say, smiling as they hold out their pinkies. Once they’ve sworn, Kenma lets out a sigh before telling them the big deal.

“I have a sugar daddy,” he mumbles, face turning red once more. “He’s.. nice enough. I’ve been seeing him for a few months,”

“Months?” Akaashi almost shouts. Completely under his radar, but it suddenly makes sense.

“Living the high life, Kenma-kun,” Yukie giggles, clapping as Kenma hides his face. “Good job!”

“Details. Now.” Akaashi demands, making Kenma lean back in fear or surprise. Maybe both.

“Can we talk about it somewhere else? Not in public at some cheap burger joint?” He asks. A look from Yukie to Akaashi, and their both agreeing, deciding to finish their food as quickly as possible.

Once they were out of the restaurant, they kept up small talk until arriving at Akaashi’s apartment. It was still empty, thankfully, but the smell of weed was still pretty strong. “This place stinks,”

“Yeah, Ichiro’s been smoking weed recently,” which is a lie, as he’s been doing this their entire 2 year relationship. It just got hard to ignore once they began living together a year ago. “It’s.. a bit annoying,”

“A bit? Your couch reeks of it,” Kenma says, wiping the couch to make sure it isn’t dirty. Once he’s satisfied with it, and he has a glass of water, courtesy of Akaashi, he tells his friends the news. “It happened at the end of last semester. It was supposed to be a fun project, looking into companies and what made them popular, so I got this one company. Looking into it, they seemed like adult entertainment, which I thought was gross, but it turned out they were actually made famous because it’s popular for sugar babies. Long story short, that’s what happened,” he finishes. Yukie’s mouth drops open, then she sputters.

“No! That’s just the beginning! Who is it? Who did you find? Is he nice, at least?”

“I made a profile to look into the app more, since you needed one, and ended up browsing options out of curiosity. Most of them looked sleazy, actually. The most sleazy looking one, however, happened to be the first guy that DM’ed me. I used an old picture of me from my senior year in high school, so I thought this guy was a total creep. Turns out he was just looking for a date to some fancy dinner. He works with professional volleyball players and is actually kind of sweet,” he explains, face turning pink as he talks. Akaashi glares a bit, not believing the story.

“But you still have to sleep with him, don’t you? I thought you said sex was gross?” He ponders aloud, making Kenma’s face get darker.

“W-Well, um, it was ju-just lip service, you know? After we set up a schedule and whatnot, he was really respectful of not going further. Then I felt like I was ready, s-so we ended up, um,” Kenma stutters, shifting his hands in his lap and in his seat. “You know what we did. He’s not amazing at it, not like he was trying to break me, b-but he’s very goo-good with his mouth,”

Yukie whistles when he says that, making him hide his face and constant mutters of “why did I say that” over and over again. Akaashi just sighed, finding himself envious of his best friend, finding a guy that actually gives back in return. While Yukie pesters Kenma, Akaashi leaves the couch to go to the bathroom, texting Ichiro.

“Hey, you coming back tonight? I miss you,” he tells him, waiting with bated breath for a reply. Soon enough, the phone is buzzing and he goes to check.

“No, Sonya invited me to another party, so I’ll be staying the night here,” was the reply. Shutting off his phone, Akaashi goes back to his friends to see Kenma covered in a blanket while Yukie pokes him.

“What are you two doing?”

“He’s so shy, despite saying all that stuff. I just find him cute,” she smiles, dimples in her cheeks as Kenma whines from under the blanket. Yukie then turns to him, finally ceasing in her poking. “When’s your boyfriend coming back? I don’t know if he’d like us here,”

“He’s.. at a party. I don’t know when he’s coming back, actually,” Akaashi sighs, deciding to come clean. He’s been lying about how good his relationship is because it was such an interesting and good thing, in his friend’s words, so he wanted to keep the facade. However, they’re obviously having better love lives than him. “He doesn’t hang out here anymore, actually, mostly only to smoke and drink with friends, then leaves,”

“You’re still with someone like that? Keiji, you deserve better,” Yukie has a serious tone Akaashi hasn’t heard before, making his eyes widen. “Obviously he doesn’t care for you,”

“If I was with someone like that, you’d tell me to break up with him. So I’m giving you the advice you’d give me: drop him,” Kenma says, in agreement with Yukie. Akaashi just sighs, shaking his head.

“I don’t know, he’s— he can get mean when he smokes and drinks. There hasn’t been a good time, you know?” Akaashi mumbles, fiddling with his fingers. Even though they understand what he says, they don’t pry. “I’ll work myself up for it, okay?”

The next few days was Akaashi doing precisely that. Ichiro hadn’t come back, spurring Akaashi to feel confident in his decision. Packing his stuff up, Akaashi even added the drugs and alcohol in a bag for him, putting everything by the door. Yukie also ended up spending a few nights at the apartment in case of a fight, ready to defend Akaashi.

The break up was actually quite heartbreaking, but for the wrong reasons. It wasn’t tear filled and full of screaming matches, but rather just soft words and not even a goodbye. Ichiro seemed to not care, taking his stuff and leaving, while Akaashi felt like he just cut a hole inside of him. He may not have loved Ichiro anymore, but he did spend two years with him, and even his final year in high school of knowing him. Yukie and Kenma checked up on him, but they could only help a little as Akaashi stopped doing his homework and showing up to class, even skipping days at work. He only got up to go when they called him and told him he’d be fired if he didn’t start showing up. Even so, Kenma had to pitch in to help with groceries and rent a bit, but eventually decided he’s had enough.

“You need money. You need to fill emptiness in your heart. You also need to focus on school again, so the logical response is to look for a sugar daddy,” he says, making Akaashi’s profile. “Good news is I have pictures of you from our first day at college, so I can make the profile,”

“No old man wants a depressed college student,” Akaashi groans, tightly sealed inside a burrito cocoon of blankets.

“Actually, that’s what they want. Alright, done. ‘Looking for someone to treat me right, preferably someone with half a brain’,” Kenma reads off. Akaashi laughs, a short one that’s full of mock. “Oh please, you’d go brain dead with a sugar daddy that only wants sex,”

“I am not too big on sex, you know,” Akaashi grumbles, not removing himself from the burrito. Kenma just leaves him to it, moving out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, probably to make them both some coffee and lunch. Curious, Akaashi picks up his phone and looks through his profile, scoffing at how pretentious Kenma made him sound. Moving to the different options, Akaashi notices that the sugar daddies available range from late 20s to early 70s, with the creepier and more demanding profiles being from the older ones. Young and rich doesn’t equate experience, he supposes. The options were pretty small, since Akaashi was particular about the guys he was looking at. That was, until he got a notification that someone messaged him.

“Who is it?” Kenma suddenly asks, making Akaashi jump as his thoughts are interrupted.

“Don’t scare me like that,” he sighs, putting his hand on his heart. Kenma didn’t say anything, just watched as Akaashi opened the messages to see a message from someone named “Daddy Owl”. “This guy sounds like a joke,”

“I mean, the guy I met had ‘Sexy and Rich Cat’ with the little ‘&’ symbol,” Kenma drew the symbol on the air. “They’re cheesy, but rich. What did he say?”

“Um.. ‘Hey, hey, hey’,”

“That’s..it?” Kenma sighs, holding out his hand. Akaashi gives him the phone, letting him look at the profile, then put on a disgusted face. “Oh my god,”

“Is he weird? This was a bad idea—”

“He works with //my sugar daddy,” Kenma cuts him off, making Akaashi stop as he just stared. A couple beats of silence before Kenma continued. “Professional volleyball athlete, Bokuto Kōtarō. I’ve heard about him, but didn’t think he was into the sugar baby ordeal. Huh, that’s weird,”

“Bokuto Kōtarō..?” Akaashi repeats his name, thinking about it. “What do I do?”

“Well I texted back, ‘Hey there’, you know how you say it. He — wow, fast reply,” Kenma looks at the phone, Akaashi over his shoulder looking. “‘I was wondering if you were looking to spend time together on the 20, you in?’ Why the 20th?”

“Maybe he has a special event and needs a date?” Akaashi suggests, taking his phone back. “Shouldn’t I be talking to him, not you?”

“Fine. I’ll let you talk to him, but no telling him where you live. Not until you meet in person, at least,” Kenma advises.

“Meet? In person? Like before the.. sugar stuff?”

“Yeah, don’t wanna be used and disposed of like trash, do you? If he doesn’t want to meet up, it’s a red flag. If he wants to meet up and turns out to be nice, bingo. You’re free to give sugar,”

“Oh, okay. I’ll suggest it, then.” Akaashi turns back to his phone, telling Bokuto that he’s willing to hang out on the 20th, but only if they can meet beforehand. While waiting anxiously for a reply, Kenma decides to leave the bedroom, going outside the apartment to leave Akaashi to himself for a moment. When the //ding resounds in the room, Akaashi looks to see Bokuto has accepted, asking what day would be best. After setting a day, two weeks before the 20th, Akaashi finally set down his phone and practically collapsed, exhausted from such an interaction.

“So, update?” Kenma asks, reentering the apartment. When his feet pad over to Akaashi’s body, all he gets is a thumbs up. “Well, when is it?” Akaashi holds up one finger. “One day? Tomorrow?” A small shake of the head. “One week?” A nod. “Good, we’ll go shopping tomorrow. No classes, right? Need you to wear something to impress, after all.”

It all happens too fast, buying clothes and getting proper procedure from Kenma, with Yukie attending them for support. Soon enough, Akaashi is pacing as he waits for the clock to turn to the next hour, so he doesn’t get to the coffee shop too early. With it getting chillier in the day, Akaashi felt he’d be comfortable with a cream sweater and some plain black slacks, more expensive than anything he’s owned. Kenma generously bought everything, even asking his own sugar daddy for an extra allowance with no hesitation. With a nice watch on one wrist and practically a new wardrobe, Akaashi felt ready. He convinced Kenma he didn’t need any new shoes, but Kenma frowned when he saw the black converse on Akaashi’s feet. “Really?”

“They’re comfortable. I don’t know if he wants to go walking somewhere or something, plus they’re black. It fits,” he replies, checking his phone one more time. “Okay, it’s 10.”

“Call me if anything’s wrong or he seems weird. I’ll be nearby,” Kenma says. Before Akaashi can ask questions, he is pushed out his apartment and forced to walk down the steps. “Good luck,” Kenma whispers, before running back to the apartment. Well, Kenma’s running is more like fast walking. Akaashi tries to calm his nerves, forcing his feet to move in the direction of the coffee shop. He just hopes Bokuto’s nice.

Well, he’s never been one to be late. Even pushing his departure back and slowly walking to his destination, Akaashi sees nobody outside the café. He isn’t that early, so he hopes Bokuto isn’t late or worse, a no show. As he looks at his phone, looking around occasionally, he hears a boisterous voice from behind him, inside the café. “Hey, hey, hey, Akaashi!”

“I— Bokuto-san?” He asks, turning to see the man himself. His smile is so genuine, Akaashi is taken aback for a moment. “You went inside?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I decided to get here early in case they needed to clear off a table. I was just about to text you when I saw you outside. Guess we both wanted to get here early, huh?” Bokuto grins, then moves to the side, waving his hand towards the door. “The table awaits,”

“You don’t have to be so fancy and.. formal..” Akaashi mumbles, but still thanks Bokuto as he goes into the café. He’s been here before, using the free internet, access to coffee and free refills on Thursdays, and clear air to do homework often. Now, though, he almost feels embarrassed. Bokuto leads him to a table, closer to the back and away from most people. “Oh, so far away? From the windows and door?” Akaashi asks, alarm bells ringing.

“Ah, well, you mentioned you weren’t a fan of crowds on your profile, so I thought it’d be best to be away from crowds. The counter is right over there, but we can move if it’ll make you comfortable,” he suggests, pointing to the areas. Akaashi feels his face warm, finding the small consideration sweet, despite it being so small.

“N-No, that’s fine, Bokuto-san,” he says, sitting down. The spot is well lit and Akaashi is facing the counter, which he can see two baristas at now. Bokuto doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, so Akaashi sighs and tries to relax his tense muscles.

“You can just call me Bokuto, if you want. No need to be so formal, after all,” he laughs, repeating Akaashi’s words back to him. Akaashi lets himself smile a bit at that, shaking his head.

“It’s just how I am. Perhaps after I get to know you that can change,” he says, making Bokuto’s cheeks turn pink. He’s a bit confused, but can’t ask why before the waitress is taking their orders. “Oh, uh, I don’t”

“Don’t worry, get what you like! It’s my treat, after all,” Bokuto chirps, leaning back in his chair. Akaashi nods, then lists off his drink and food, deciding to try the lemon cream cake. “Oh, that sounds good! I’ll have a slice of the lemon cake, too. And a hot chocolate,” Bokuto says, and with that the waitress leaves.

“Not coffee?” Akaashi asks, a small smile. It fits, as Bokuto doesn’t seem like someone who enjoys the bitter drink.

“Ah, no. We never really drank coffee in my house growing up, so I much prefer sweet drinks. If I drink coffee, it’s full of cream and sugar, so it’s not very coffee like, I suppose,” he chuckles, then clears his throat. “Are you a fan of coffee?”

“Well, it helps keep me up when I do homework or gets me through my day. I guess you can say I’m a bit addicted,” Akaashi tries to force a small laugh, but it doesn’t seem as relaxed as Bokuto’s. Thankfully, Bokuto doesn’t point it out.

“That’s right! You mentioned being in school? What do you do? Or, I guess, what do you want to do?”

“Uh, I’m looking to go into the literature business when I graduate. I was thinking of becoming an editor or something similar,”

“Oh, so you‘re doing business classes!” Bokuto points two finger guns in his direction, smiling when Akaashi nods. “I always envied the people who went into business. So much planning ahead and thinking, it’s not really for me,”

“I’m sure studying would help, so don’t say that,”

“Well, I’m more of a people person than a knowledge person. Is that right? It sounds weird, but I’m better with interactions than just thinking,”

“Communications, then. Or a social worker?” Akaashi asks, then stops, making Bokuto raise his brows. “I’m sorry, you have a career ahead of you. There’s no need to try and bring up college stuff,”

“Well, I figured I’d start with something you’re familiar with. You’re so tense, I thought perhaps thinking of something else would help you relax a bit,” Bokuto smiles as Akaashi just stares at him. At that moment, the drinks and cake is brought out. “If you want anything else, let me know!” He chirps, then digs into his cake. Akaashi can’t help but smile, finding himself more relaxed than before.

The date is much better than Akaashi thought it’d be. His biggest worry was not being able to have similar interests, but Bokuto was interested in any topic Akaashi brought up. Even if it seemed out of his knowledge range, he made a point to listen. When Akaashi’s cup ran low, he got up to order another one, asking if he wanted anything else to eat. Akaashi’s never been a big eater, so he declined each time, even though Bokuto decided to try every option on the menu. He also shared, wanting Akaashi to at least have a taste.

When the date was over, Bokuto didn’t even let Akaashi see the check, just handed the waitress his card while they finished up their conversation.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask, why did you choose to have a date for the 20th?” Akaashi brings up. He’s been curious since the question was brought up last week.

“Oh! It’s my birthday. I usually spend it with friends, but I’m getting tired of fancy parties and going to clubs. I just wanted a nice dinner and someone to spend it with, so I thought I’d look into someone who’d be willing,” he shrugs, finishing up his hot chocolate. Akaashi nods, then decides he should probably get a present. “Oh, but if you do decide to spend the day with me, you don’t have to give me a present. After all, I supply you with goodies and money, right? You supply me with your presence,”

Akaashi finds it interesting he doesn’t say ‘body’ or anything regarding sex, but doesn’t bring it up. Maybe he doesn’t want to bring it up in public. After the waitress hands back his card, Bokuto thanks her and gets up, signifying the end of the date. Akaashi gets up as well, finding himself greedily wanting to spend more time together.

“Did you want me to walk you home? Or drive you?” Bokuto suddenly asks once they’re outside. Akaashi shakes his head, but thanks Bokuto anyways.

“I live pretty close by, so I’ll be fine,”

“Alright. If you need anything, just let me know,” he gives off finger guns, watching Akaashi walk away. It isn’t until he’s turned a corner does Bokuto finally leave, heading in the opposite direction where parked cars are. Akaashi watches him leave, then continues on his way home. Despite the lack of red flags, he can never be too safe.

When he gets back to the apartment, he finds Kenma still there, but in different attire. “Go somewhere?”

“Game shop. It’s next to the coffee shop you went to,” he replies, not missing a beat. Akaashi sighs, not surprised. “So? How’d it go?”

“He’s way too nice. I feel like there’s a catch. He was even considerate of positioning of the table,” he says. “You mentioned on my profile I don’t like crowds, so he chose a table in the back away from crowds,”

“That’s sus,”

“But then told me that it may give off bad vibes, so he also made sure we were within line sight of the counter and two baristas at a time. They would periodically check up on us, too, but that was probably because Bokuto kept ordering desserts. He has a big sweet tooth,”

“So he’s not sus, is what I’m gathering?”

“Not suspicious, for now. I don’t know, like I said,” he sits next to Kenma, kicking up his feet on the table. “Too good to be true.”

A notification alert shatters the comfortable silence, making Akaashi look at his phone. A DM from Bokuto again, as well as a deposit into his bank account. “Deposit?”

“You link your bank account to the profile if you’re a sugar baby looking for money. He and anyone else can add money whenever they like. How much did he deposit?”

There’s silence before Akaashi speaks, his eyes wide as he just looks at Kenma. “100,000¥.”

After that, Kenma and Yukie were heavily invested. Giving tips, hyping him up, telling his what he should say to Bokuto, everything. When Bokuto asked his sizes, Akaashi asked him why, even though Kenma told him it was probably for a present and he should just tell him. Sure enough, Bokuto planned on buying an outfit for the 20th, tailored to Akaashi’s figure. Then came the question for his address. Kenma was still skeptical, as was Akaashi, but he ultimately decided to place his trust in Bokuto.

A couple days later, a box with his name was delivered. In it, was a nice suit that would take Akaashi years to earn enough money to buy. The button-down shirt was white, with a black business coat and black dress pants, complete with dress shoes and even a pair of black socks. A full outfit for the special day, but under all those clothes was something else, a lingerie set made of lace. He tried on every article of clothing, finding it fit him well and snug, much better than his old baggy clothes. Even the lingerie, though it left nothing to the imagination.

The day of the date had arrived. Akaashi had dressed himself up, feeling good about himself while Kenma gave him a thumbs up. Bokuto would pick him up at 5, so when he got a knock at 4:30, he expected Bokuto. Instead, he got Ichiro, who seemed less drugged up than when they last met. “Ichiro? What are you—?”

“I’m sorry, Akaashi!” Is all he says, bowing deeply. “I haven’t been the same without you. Sleeping on strangers couches, doing nothing but smoking and drinking, I feel like I’m lost,”

“You did that here, too,” Akaashi flatly retorts, hands on his hips. “I told you. I’m tired of dealing with you. You never showed me affection in our last year, it just made sense to break up. An apology can’t change that,”

“You’re just gonna let two years go down the drain? I was your friend before we dated, can we at least stay friends?”

“No, he said he’s done with you, now leave,” Kenma says, entering Ichiro’s view. “He’s not interested, anyways,”

“Oh, is that it? You moved on so easily from me?” He then turned his tune and look at Akaashi. “You’ve been whoring yourself out, is that it?”

“No, that’s not—!”

“Don’t lie to me! You have barely even touched me in the past few months!” Getting more riled up, he steps into the apartment as Akaashi backs up, fear freezing him. Kenma tries to bring Akaashi closer to him, but Ichiro’s anger turns to him. “You’ve probably been lying to him and got him to break up with me, huh? You’ve always had a problem with me,”

“He didn’t do anything, Ichiro. He’s just my friend. Leave him out of your pathetic display of manipulation. And get out,” Akaashi sneers, moving Kenma behind him. He may not be confrontational, but he knows Kenma does even worse with these things. Ichiro seems even more angered by Akaashi’s tone, but he doesn’t get to say anything else.

“Akaashi? What’s going on?” Bokuto stands at the open door, a worried look on his face. Understandable, since he doesn’t know the situation. However, Bokuto’s presence is just fuel to a fire.

“So, this is him? The guy you’ve been fucking behind my back? Seems like a fucking joke, Keiji,”

“We’re not together anymore, Ichiro. Please leave,” Akaashi says, again. Keeping Kenma behind him, his eyes flicker to Bokuto’s, getting the message across.

“You know what-!”

“It’s time to go, Ichiro, was it? Before I call the police,” Bokuto says, grabbing his raised wrist. Bokuto is much stronger than him, but the threat of police makes him laugh.

“Police? They don’t do shit here,”

“Perhaps. But I have friends in high places. I’m sure a phone call later, you’ll be caught for domestic abuse and harassment. Your best option is to leave of your own will. Or I will drag you out,” his voice is serious, but his face is void of emotion, making him seem scarier than if he was angry. Unmoving as if he was stone, Ichiro agrees to leave, stomping his way out. Bokuto stays until he’s gone, then turns to Akaashi and Kenma. “Are you two okay?”

“Fine, thanks,” Kenma mutters, still hiding a bit behind Akaashi.

“A bit frazzled, but okay. Thanks to you,”

“Who was that guy?” Akaashi decides to explain about Ichiro, deciding Bokuto deserves to know everything, since, well, he almost saw the worst of it. “What a asshole, waltzing in here like he owns the place after all that. Should’ve dragged him out myself,” he huffs, crossing his arms. Kenma has retreated to the bedroom while Akaashi tells Bokuto the story, so it’s just the two of them. “After that, I’d be totally understandable if you don’t wanna, like, go anywhere,”

“No, no! I’m fine. I’d probably prefer it, anyways, in case he comes back,” Akaashi fiddles with his fingers at the thought. He doesn’t want to be home alone, and Kenma probably wants to go home himself.

“Are you sure? I promise I won’t be upset. The reservations can be rescheduled,”

“No, I promised to spend time with you, Bokuto-san, so that is what I will do. Just, give me time to freshen up?” Bokuto nods, letting Akaashi give himself time to calm his nerves.

Bokuto drives Akaashi to a fantastic restaurant, one of the few that are only available via reservations and everything served is expensive. It’s luxurious and spacious, making Akaashi wonder if he should even be in such a place. But Bokuto encourages him in, holding out his arm to take as the enter the building. Thankfully, nobody stares at them as they’re brought to their table. Akaashi couldn’t live with the stares of judging gazes from strangers.

“So, what’s the special occasion?” The waiter asks. Bokuto answers, of course.

“Birthday celebration. Any recommendations?”

“Strawberry champagne is highly popular for birthday celebrations, or we can serve regular champagne if you don’t like sweet drinks.” Bokuto asks for a bottle of the strawberry champagne, then asks Akaashi if he wants anything.

“No, I’m good. Just a glass of water, please,” and with that, the waiter leaves. Bokuto looks at Akaashi, no show of emotions. “Yes, Bokuto-san?”

“You sure you’re okay? I’m paying for the meal, you could have gotten anything you wanted,”

“I’m just not a fan of alcohol. Burns the throat, you know,” he explains. Bokuto doesn’t pry, but a part of Akaashi tells him Bokuto knows why. He may not have mentioned Ichiro got rowdy when he got drunk, but he did mention his abuse of alcohol.

“Also, no need to be so formal. We may not exactly be in a romantic relationship, but it’s an intimate relationship nonetheless, yes?” Bokuto holds out his hand, making Akaashi nod. “So you can call me Bokuto. Or Kōtarō, but you can save that for later,” he winks, making Akaashi’s cheeks heat up. The waiter also happened to bring the drinks at that time, taking their food orders.

Dinner, although his nerves never got quiet, was rather relaxing for Akaashi. Bokuto kept up a steady conversation as he had at the café and managed to get Akaashi thinking of topics other than his current situation. However, before dessert, Akaashi felt his stomach tighten as a woman passed by their table. Looking between the two of them, she crinkled her nose as she looked at Akaashi, but Bokuto didn’t seem to notice. He did, however, notice Akaashi’s mood drop.

“Hm? You’re fiddling, are you okay?” He asks, leaning his cheek on his hand. Akaashi drops his hands, brushing them on his napkin before wringing them.

“It’s just, uh, isn’t it weird for me to be here? Or us? Together? After all, you are older than me, so they probably think, um,” he trails off, fiddling with his fingers again.

“Worried they’ll think bad of us? Worried they’ll think you’re using me?” Bokuto hits the nail on the head, making Akaashi nod and sigh. “Keiji,” the name has his head rising, eyes wide, but listening. “The only one who’s opinion matters to you in this restaurant should be your own, and maybe mine, but you know my thoughts. I only care about your opinion, after all,”

“Really? You think so highly of my tastes?” Akaashi jokes, his smile not reaching his eyes. Bokuto then snaps his fingers, digging in his pocket for something.

“I want you to go to the bathroom and put this on while waiting for dessert. It’ll also give you time to calm your nerves,” Bokuto could read Akaashi like a book. Akaashi took the small box, nodding as he headed for the restroom.

He didn’t quite know what to expect when he opened the box, but he didn’t expect a silver butt plug with a sapphire gem on the bottom. Not real sapphire, of course, Akaashi thinks as he taps on it. In it is a tiny bottle of lube, just enough to coat the toy and, well, plug himself up. Peeling the lace off is tedious, so he just pulls the flimsy fabric to the side as he slides the cold metal inside of him. It fits snugly inside, pressing against his prostate as he redressed himself. Calming his nerves for one reason, but he’s still nervous for other reasons.

When he comes back to the table, Bokuto has a plate of cake in front of him, as well as a big cookie. “Glad you’re back! I got a special cookie! I thought we could split it together,” he smiled, a beaming smile so bright it could wash away insecurities.

“That sounds good,” he replies, setting himself down. Bokuto watches with a grin as he winces, biting his bottom lip as he seats himself comfortably. “I, ah, calmed my nerves,”

“Looks like it,” Bokuto hums, taking a bite of cake. His smile never leaves, seemingly a smile of pride. A smile that never left his face as he finished his dessert.

A calm evening made it seem like a perfect night. With the dinner over, Akaashi felt himself get nervous at the knowledge of what was to come. Even though Bokuto has shown he was nothing but a gentleman, and Kenma gave his stamp of approval, he couldn’t help the nerves. Despite the car ride not being silent, Akaashi couldn’t help but feel awkward. Bokuto seemed to sense he was nervous, being up old funny stories that had him smiling, occasionally laughing, which he was thankful for. It didn’t help that every shift Akaashi made in his seat also slightly shifted the plug. It felt weird do put it in, but as per Bokuto’s request, he did. Of course Bokuto knew about it, but it still made him feel as though he was different than he actually is.

“Alright, we’re here,” Bokuto practically sang, parking the car and turning it off as Akaashi was in awe at the size. It was no grandeur mansion, but it was large and definitely spacious, probably costing a fortune to him. Bokuto opened his car door, helping him out, even though his movements were slow. “Relax, we just got here,” he does a small laugh, shutting the door and locked it, a small chime as it successfully locked.

Entering the house made Akaashi’s heart catch in his throat, his eyes tracing over every object he saw. Although most of the stuff was something he’d probably only see in magazines, not in someone’s house. For example, a quite large statue of a great horned owl on a pedestal near the entrance. Probably made from something like marble, Akaashi thinks, letting his eyes roam as he walks. Bokuto brings him to the living room, a spacious and wide space that’s probably bigger than Akaashi’s whole apartment. “You can relax here. Do you want something to drink? Wine to make you feel better or just some water?”

The option of wine is tempting, but Akaashi knows Kenma would kill him if he had an ounce of alcohol in him tonight. After all, he skipped out on premium champagne at dinner. “No, no, I’d just like some water. Or tea, if you have it?”

“Sure! I have chamomile,” Bokuto gives Akaashi some finger guns, making him smile as he nods. Once he’s bounding off towards his kitchen, Akaashi shifts in his seat as he tries to ease his anxiety and find a comfortable position. The plug is unforgiving, continuously rubbing against Akaashi as he tries to find comfort. A small move has him letting out a low moan, hand flying to his mouth as he scans the room, listening for Bokuto. With nothing, he sighs, deciding to hold still as he looks towards a nearby hallway.

A black carpet lines the hallway, probably leading to restrooms and perhaps a bedroom. Before Akaashi can check, Bokuto is returning with a cup of tea and a glass of wine for himself. Another worry Akaashi had throughout the night, watching Bokuto drink the fruity alcohol served to him that had his cheeks pink and his smile permanent. “Chamomile, piping hot. Don’t burn yourself.”

“Ah, thank you, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi curses himself as he uses the formal tone once more. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, knowing he’s trying. It is only their second date, after all, and Bokuto seems to be content with Akaashi’s presence, so hopefully it won’t be their last. He’s worried, of course, that it’ll eventually end, but he shouldn’t worry about that right now. The tea is scalding, but Akaashi finds relief in the hot liquid as it helps to immediately relieve his nerves, a gentle sigh leaving his lips.

“I’ll take it you like it? I don’t drink tea much, so you’re welcome to have any kind when you’re here,” Bokuto hums, taking a sip of his drink. “Maybe when you feel comfortable you can try the wine. Kuroo loves to buy me wine for some reason, so I have lots. I only really like a certain type, but it’s a bit sweet,” Bokuto rambles off, leaning back in the chair. He’s not close too Akaashi, but he’s close enough. Akaashi is glad for the distance, for once, finding Bokuto’s presence is a lot to handle at once. It can be warm and comforting, but it also can worsen those insecurities he buries deep inside. “Done?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you, again,”

“Don’t worry about it. I have to be a good host, no?” He chuckles, walking back into the kitchen. When he returns, he doesn’t sit in the chair again, but rather beside Akaashi on the loveseat. Crossing his legs, he puts his arm on the back of the loveseat, but still keeping a space between him and Akaashi. Whether it’s on purpose or an accident, Akaashi can’t help but overthink everything Bokuto does. “Keiji, if you’re too anxious, we don’t have to do anything, you know?”

“No, of course I know, but I’m—”

“Your shoulders are tense, your back has been rigid almost all evening. I know you mentioned having back pain when we were at the café, so I’ve been concerned.”

“I— You remembered that?” Akaashi squints, disbelieving that Bokuto would retain that information.

“Yeah, and, uh, this may be a bit embarrassing, but I actually did a bit of research on back massages. You mentioned you liked the smell of peppermint, correct?” A small nod. “I thought maybe one day I could massage the stress from your muscles. I get them all the time due to my work, so it was a bit of good information to learn.”

“Actually, I’d like that,” Akaashi then turns his body closer to Bokuto, letting their legs touch. “But today is your birthday, is it not? The whole day is supposed to be about you.” Bokuto’s hums in agreement, bringing his hand to cup Akaashi’s face. It stays there for a bit, Akaashi’s eyes fluttering as he leans into the warmth.

“Can I kiss you?” Bokuto whispers, his lips inching closer to Akaashi’s. Like it’s their first date again, Akaashi nods, meeting Bokuto’s lips with his own. It’s a kiss for lovers, one that’s deep and has Bokuto practically pushing Akaashi on the loveseat, his hand leaving the furniture to support Akaashi’s head. When Bokuto lets out a low groan from deep in his throat, Akaashi breaks the kiss as Bokuto chases his lips, stealing another kiss.

“Shouldn’t we move to the bedroom?” He whispers, pressing his forehead to Bokuto’s. “After all, you have a present to unwrap,”

That gets Bokuto moving, picking Akaashi up bridal style with ease as he takes long strides to the bedroom. It’s close enough by, a short trip and then Bokuto’s closing a door with his foot, setting Akaashi down on a large bed. The mattress is soft and moves along with his weight, a feel akin to a cloud compared to the futon he usually sleeps on at his apartment. He can’t spend too much time admiring the bed, however, as Bokuto’s eager lips claim his once more. Akaashi can’t even complain when Bokuto starts popping the buttons off of his shirt, too eager to properly discard the material. Everything Akaashi is wearing belongs to Bokuto, technically, even the blooming hickeys on his chest and stomach.

Hands trace over the white lace adorning Akaashi’s body, straps that move from front to back. Even his fingers slide under the material, rubbing against Akaashi’s hardened nipples. His lips graze over the fabric, eyes looking up to see Akaashi looking down at him. Bokuto brings Akaashi’s legs over the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of his pants as his mouth follows, pressing kisses to the growing bulge under the fabric. “A-Ah, Bokuto! Shouldn’t I—”

“Not yet, you deserve a treat for looking so fine tonight. Not to mention, you are my present, are you not?” Bokuto simply says, a low voice that has Akaashi’s face reddening more than it had been. Bokuto continues to undress Akaashi, unbuttoning the pants and unclamping the belt, sliding them off as the rest of the lingerie is revealed. The bottom half hardly covers anything, not doing such a good job in holding back Akaashi’s erection nor hiding the shiny butt plug underneath the thin fabric. Bokuto let’s put a pleased groan, fingers pressing against the toy as Akaashi moans, legs trying to close as his back arches. Even his cock twitches, desperate for attention.

He doesn’t wait long before giving it exactly that, his tongue swiping along the tip as Akaashi’s hands fly to his hair. Another deep groan as he presses kisses along the shaft, sliding his tongue over Akaashi’s balls as well. His fingers find themselves pressing against the toy until they’re pulling it out, making Akaashi whimper as he slowly removes it. He’s not empty for long, as two fingers replace the hard toy and manage to rub against any sensitive spots inside him. With the constant pressure against his prostate and Bokuto’s mouth and tongue pleasing his cock, Akaashi finds himself quickly hurling towards an orgasm.

“N— No, Kōtarō, I—” he moans, hands releasing Bokuto’s hair as his back arches, cum filling Bokuto’s mouth as he drinks it all up. Looking to Akaashi, who has tears in his eyes, Bokuto can’t help but think about how gorgeous he looks like that. “I’m sorry,”

A smack of the lips, and a show of licking his lips. Then his fingers, making Akaashi even more flustered as he watches. “What for? You’ve been edging all day for me, haven’t you? Only reasonable that I’d please you first. You’ve been such a good boy for me, haven’t you?” The pet name is almost too much, Akaashi’s cock practically springing back to life. The name combined with lidded eyes has his stomach warming.

“Well,” Akaashi licks his lips, deciding to give off a sensual smile, “I should give you the second half of your present,”

They change positions after he says that, with Bokuto on the bed as Akaashi places himself between his thighs. Bokuto, with all his strength, practically rips off his own clothes, leaving only his slacks and boxers to be removed. Akaashi takes up the responsibility of removing them, sliding the pants down first, then going to remove his boxers. However, he is only able to free Bokuto’s cock before he stops, eyes wide as he stares at his cock. It’s much bigger than anything he’s ever seen, with a girth that prevents his fingers from touching as they wrap around it. His original plan was go for a deepthroat, but now he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to fit half.

Forgoing completely removing his boxers, Akaashi focuses on his cock instead. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, running a hand through Akaashi’s hair as he watches. It’s pleasing to watch as Akaashi figures out what to do. Starting with basics, he lets some saliva dribble onto the tip, pressing his lips to the side as he uses his spit as lube. While one hand rubs the half he can’t put in his mouth, his other hand finds itself on Bokuto’s thigh, feeling the muscle flexing underneath as he forces his legs to stay open. Using his tongue to lick his way back to the top, Akaashi finally puts the tip in his mouth, moaning as he does. The vibrations help in pleasing Bokuto, as he throws his head back at the sensation, hand on the back of Akaashi’s head. As Akaashi takes more into his mouth, he has to stop halfway and simply bob his head, moaning as drool spills from small openings and dribbles down Bokuto’s cock.

“‘Kaashi, fuck,” Bokuto groans, hand never leaving Akaashi’s head. A small hum is all Akaashi can really say, rubbing his tongue against Bokuto’s cock and over the tip as he bobs his head on it. The spit coats his hand as he spreads it over the bit he can’t take in, but it also spills over Bokuto’s balls, with only more being adding with each moment Akaashi sucks him off. He knows he’s getting close, so Akaashi manages to take a bit more, gagging as he does, but it’s the final push for Bokuto to tip over the edge, a loud moan as he coats Akaashi’s throat in thick seed. It’s bitter and sticky, but that doesn’t stop Akaashi from lapping up any excess that escaped his mouth.

Bokuto’s practically breathless at this point, chest heaving as his hands grab Akaashi, bringing him onto his lap. “That was.. the best orgasm I have ever had,” he just says, smiling when Akaashi flushes. “Let’s see if you can top it,”

“I-I really don’t think—” Akaashi’s cut off when Bokuto pushes two fingers into him, a moan escaping as he lays his head on Bokuto’s shoulder. A small //pop is heard, making Akaashi look down to see a small bottle of lube. It looks like it’s a one time use bottle, but it’s small enough that Bokuto could grab it at any time and he wouldn’t have noticed. Bokuto slathers the cold liquid on his cock, hissing as he makes sure each bit is coated. Then, he moves to make sure Akaashi’s hole is slick enough for the least amount of pain. He hasn’t actually been fucked in so long, he’s not entirely sure how well he’ll take Bokuto, but he’s come too far to stop.

“You ready?” Bokuto asks, voice soft as he whispers into Akaashi’s ear. When Akaashi nods, fingers digging into Bokuto’s shoulders as the tip presses against him, Bokuto kisses his shoulders, easing him down. The stretch is painful and brutal, bringing tears to his eyes, but Bokuto never lets his lips leave his shoulder and neck, kisses as each inch pushes him past new limits. It’s only mere second, but it feels as though it’s an eternity before Akaashi is finally seated against Bokuto, his cock filling him up completely. “How you feelin’?”

“I’m fine. A bit— a bit full, that’s all,” he gives a short, small chuckle, shattering the quiet, romantic atmosphere. He can’t really say he’s quite experienced in this department, seeing as Ichiro only preferred blowjobs and maybe handjobs sometimes. But that’s okay, since Bokuto’s fingers are digging into his ass and lifting him up. A moan is ripped from his throat when he’s forced back down, a squelching noise accompanying him as the lube is squished together.

“Damn, I wish you could see the view,” Bokuto growls out, teeth digging into Akaashi’s neck as he moans from another thrust. Akaashi can only catch a glimpse behind him, but he finally notices the mirror on the back of the door. With wide eyes, he flushed again as he buries his face in Bokuto’s neck, only to then lose that space. Bokuto leans back, flashing a grin as he hands move from Akaashi’s ass to his thighs. Now, he’s straddling. “I’d like to see the view from here, too,”

Akaashi can’t respond, finding his mind muddled and tongue tied as his hands are guided to Bokuto’s chest, blunt fingernails scraping against skin, as Bokuto’s hands slide back to his thighs. A small roll of his hips has Bokuto sighing in approval, using his hands to help Akaashi bounce on his lap. Akaashi at least has good stamina and leg strength, able to move without a majority of Bokuto’s help. Figuring this out, Bokuto moves one of his hands to Akaashi’s cock, as it bounces with each thrust, giving it a squeeze as he pumps it. “Ah, Bokuto-san, n-not—”

“Not there? Is that what you’re going to say?” A harsh thrust up has Akaashi momentarily off balance, but he finds his rhythm again. “You’re so selfless, ‘Kaashi. Trying to give and not willing to take. It’s okay to enjoy yourself, too,” Bokuto says, nothing in his voice giving away he’s exerting energy to thrust into Akaashi and lift him up. “You’ve been like this all night,”

“I-I guess I’m just not u-used to it,” Akaashi manages to get out, albeit in between moans. A frown appears on Bokuto’s face, making Akaashi’s stomach drop as he panics. “I—”

Bokuto’s gone back to sitting up, keeping one hand on Akaashi’s back as he stops thrusting. “It’s your ex, isn’t it?” He simply asks. It’s not much of a question as it is a statement, but Akaashi’s silence and avoidant gaze gives him the answer he knew. A small growl comes from his throat, one that has Akaashi’s mind reeling and panicking, made worse when Bokuto pulls out. Akaashi, however, can’t say a word when Bokuto’s easily turning him around, making him face the mirror, then the feeling of being full comes again.

“You deserve better than that,” Bokuto’s words are similar to Kenma’s, making Akaashi’s eyes blur with tears as his legs are spread wide by Bokuto’s hands. A sudden thrust has his hands flying to the back of Bokuto’s head, digging his fingers into his scalp. “Every compliment your way is deflected because you can’t see what I see, you only see what he made you see,” Bokuto practically sneers as he mentions Ichiro’s presence. The anxiousness and fear in Akaashi’s stomach vanishes instantly when he realizes the anger isn’t towards him. “This way, you can decide with your own eyes what to see,” he finishes, eyes focusing on Akaashi’s in the mirror. With his desires laid out and his goal, he gets rougher with his fucking.

A small change of movement has Akaashi seeing stars, barely able to hold his eyes open, let alone watch himself. A firm demand has his eyes, unfocused and glazed, looking into the mirror as he can only focus on how absolutely wrecked he looks. Bokuto has moved his hands from under Akaashi’s thighs, using the bend of his elbow to bend his legs and brought them towards his shoulders. The new position leaves Akaashi gasping for air, feeling his stomach and lungs under pressure he’s never felt before. But it’s a perfect position for the moment. Bokuto has the strength and energy to thrust up into Akaashi as his arms hold his body in a single position, moving down to meet his thrusts. He doesn’t know where to put his hands, but ultimately decides to wrap them around his cock.

“//Fuck, cum for me, pretty boy,” Bokuto grins, a devilish grin that has Akaashi squeezing down on his cock as he moans, head thrown back as his cum shoots out, staining the hardwood floor and getting on some discarded clothes. A satisfied growl is heard from Bokuto, making Akaashi get weak in the knees as the thrusts get even more brutal. Sure enough, Bokuto’s forcing him all the way down as he moans, filling him up with his own hefty load of cum. A few shallow thrusts have him spending his entire load into Akaashi, the two of them moaning as he pulls out. Once removed, sticky cum oozes from Akaashi. Both are covered in a layer of sweat, exhaustion setting in heavily.

Akaashi is too spent to do much of anything, trying to catch his breath from a forceful orgasm and the rough handling. He enjoyed it, of course, but his body isn’t used to such flexibility. Bokuto is able to move much better, getting them both up and moving to the attached bathroom. Akaashi thinks he’ll prepare a bath, but instead he just sets Akaashi on the counter, getting a towel and washcloth to wet with warm water. He doesn’t seem to mind the mess that Akaashi leaks all over his floors and counter, wiping him as best he can while he uses another cloth to wipe away the sweat.

“How you feeling? Was I too rough?” Bokuto nibbles on his lower lip, looking up at Akaashi, who has mostly caught his breath back.

“A bit too rough, perhaps. I don’t think I’ll be walking tomorrow,” he laughs, but continues when Bokuto frowns. “But I liked it. I wouldn’t mind you using your strength in the future,” he smiles, happy when Bokuto’s frown falls and a smile replaces it.

“I’m so glad,” he says, releasing a heavy sigh. “I was worried I went too far, but I just—”

“I know. It’s alright, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi cuts him off, not wanting to bring up the problem. At least not while Bokuto’s wiping his seed off of Akaashi’s ass and thighs. However, Bokuto frowns again.

“No more ‘Kōtarō’? I got so excited when you called me that, I thought I’d end up spending all night buried inside you,” he practically whines. So shamelessly, in fact, that Akaashi finds himself flustered at his words. “And the way you even said it-!”

“I get it, Bokuto-san!” Akaashi covers his face, getting Bokuto to laugh. Stealing a peek, he finds Bokuto just smiling down at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re so easy to fluster that it’s cute.” Akaashi sighs, dropping his hands as Bokuto leaves him, dropping the washcloths off elsewhere. When he comes back, he’s wearing a fresh pair of boxers and some loose hanging pajama pants. In his hands, another pair of boxers and a shirt to match his pants. “I got you a wardrobe ahead of time, just in case I got too excited and ripped your clothes. I also ordered some pajamas for myself, but the shirt was a bit too tight,” he lets out a soft chuckle when he says that. “I can get you some other clothes if you want,”

“No, that’s fine. We’ll match,” Akaashi’s smile makes Bokuto perk up, making his heart hammer as he finds himself enjoying the energetic and happy Bokuto. Once he’s dressed into the boxers, a perfect fit, and wearing the shirt, he’s being carried back to the bed. Clothes are still strewn across the floor, but the mess he made has been cleaned up. Bokuto doesn’t seem like he has much more energy to spend, preferring to crawl into bed with Akaashi.

“I’m so tired, I’m skipping the gym tomorrow morning,” Bokuto groans, settling himself against Akaashi’s back. With his arm under Akaashi’s head, Akaashi rests his hand near his wrist. His other hand rests on Akaashi’s waist, rubbing in soothing circles.

“I’m not surprised. Champagne and wine will tire you out,” Akaashi’s cut off with a yawn, eyelids drooping. “The tea I had also tires people out, so I’m surprised I didn’t pass out,”

“Wine? What do you— Oh! That wasn’t wine! It was actually grape juice,” Bokuto says, making Akaashi turn to look at him. “I don’t like the taste of alcohol, usually only drinking sweet drinks that have little to not burn. The champagne was something I’ve had before, so I knew it was sweet. But it was more so an experiment, I guess? I noticed you seemed to get more tense when I ordered a bottle of champagne, so I wanted to see if you didn’t like the idea of me drinking. I’m guessing bad experiences?”

“I didn’t know you noticed,” Akaashi mumbles, still looking at Bokuto. He just shrugs in response, completely relaxed as he holds Akaashi close.

“I told you, didn’t I? I’m good at reading people,” he then presses his head to Akaashi’s. “I also know you’re hesitant to tell me if you don’t like something, you fiddle with your fingers, just like how you fiddle with them when we have different tastes and interests in things,”

“Cannot believe you remember stuff from our first date,” Akaashi just says, but says nothing else. Bokuto doesn’t seem like talking much either, rubbing Akaashi’s back as they both drift off to sleep.

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Bokuto + Wedding

— A wedding is a marriage ceremony that is sacred, a vow to each other to stay together for the rest of their entire lives and intertwines their lives in front of friends and family.

Reader is gender neutral, non-descript attire for the wedding except the colors [white and gold]. This is also a very Western (not country) styled wedding.

The Day of the Wedding —

— Bokuto’s a nervous wreck. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s about to marry the love of his life. Not only does he have his family here, but the majority of his team members are also in attendance. That makes him nervous, especially knowing they can get a bit crazy at times.

— He definitely decides on a crisp white tux to match your own attire, wearing a gold tie and golden accessories. They’re not made of actual gold, but he did mention wanting to incorporate gold into his wedding. As per request, you told the wedding planner about it and had golden decor along the aisle and in the reception hall.

— Standing at the end of the aisle was one of the most nerve-wracking moments of his life. Even with Akaashi next to him, his best man, telling him it’d be alright, Bokuto couldn’t help but worry. What if you decided it was too much? What if you didn’t want to get married anymore? What if—?

— His worries were washed away when the music began and you began to walk down the aisle. Of course, you were being walked down the aisle by a family member, but he could only focus on how stunning you looked. He couldn’t wait to finally seal the deal, binding you two together.

— Walking down the aisle, you couldn’t help but notice how grand the room looked. Fit for a royal wedding in your mind, you walked past the (fake) candles in their golden holders and past the bouquets of flowers, keeping in a laugh when you passed by Atsumu who was wiping away tears. Turning your smile to Bokuto, you couldn’t help but admire how attractive and professional he looked.

— Once you were both at the altar, listening to the speech the officiant gives off, you both couldn’t help but take glances at each other, smiling at each other. When he finally asked for the vows, you couldn’t wait to hear what Bokuto would say.

— “I’ve loved you for so long, I don’t want anyone else in my life. Even when you’re mad at me, you still make me feel like I’m the best man in the world. Whenever you give me a big hug after practice, it fills me with energy I worked off on the court,” is what he says, making Akaashi and Sakusa clear their throats behind him. Bokuto pays them no mind, continuing. “I could never have expected me to stand here before you years ago, but now I can’t imagine a life without you.”

— Though the crowd was asked if anyone objects, nobody did (and if they did they’d have an entire team of volleyball players to go through). When you were both allowed to kiss, finalizing the marriage, you gasp as he tilted you back, giving you one of the biggest kisses he’s ever given you. Even if you told him to not do such a grandiose show, he’d have done it anyways.

— The reception is a hit, with most of the 6ft tall guests awkwardly dancing on the floor. They even had a set routine dance to perform for you, Bokuto leading the group. Although embarrassing, it was sweet to know Bokuto convinced them all to do it. The food was delicious, as well as the cake which was made by Bokuto’s sisters.

— The bouquet toss involved all the single guests gathering in a circle, ready to catch the flowers. Of course you have the singles who don’t want to catch it, and then the ones who will trample over others to catch it, making the whole mess a bit chaotic. Of course, there’s no garter toss as you and Bokuto decided to leave that out of the reception.

— It’s okay, he’ll take it off a bit later.

— The honeymoon didn’t truly start until two days from the wedding, you and Bokuto deciding to take a couple of days to just relax before getting ready to go. Rooming in a fancy hotel, which Bokuto constantly told you is the best place to go for newlyweds, you both almost collapsed once in the room.

The room was spacious and on the top floor, giving the balcony a gorgeous view of the city. You’d normally be looking out at the city all lit up, but you were currently enjoying your time with your new husband. Bokuto was eager to consummate your marriage, stripping off the stuffy suit once the door had been shut. The staff probably knew to not bother them, especially from the way Bokuto bounced on his feet practically all day after the wedding.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he said in between kisses, his lips hardly leaving yours for more than a few seconds. Good thing your wedding outfit and reception outfit were different, seeing as Bokuto practically ripped off the reception outfit once you were under him. His lips moved on from yours, touching every bit of skin he could as your hands combed through his hair, feeling your heart speed up as he moved lower.

It’s not the first time you two have had sex, you’ve been in these positions and many more years before marriage, but it seems to make you more embarrassed knowing he’s your husband now. Not your boyfriend, not your best friend, not your fiancé, but your husband. Even as he gets lower, his lips covering skin as his fingers pry apart every piece of clothing still on you, you still have to process that the ring on his finger matches the one on yours. With your clothes gone, the only thing left is the garter, a special treat for him. A grin is flashed towards you before his teeth clasp around the lace, eagerly pulling it down and off of your leg. Once it’s gone, you’re completely bare before him as he sits back to look at you.

“You look stunning. And you’re all mine. How could a guy like me get so lucky?” He whispers, moving his head to press it against yours, kissing you again as his hands spread your legs. He doesn’t enter you, of course, that’s not his style. His hand trails between your legs, fingers swirling around the outside of your hole, teasing you before pushing in. He’s slow, easing in only one finger while he kisses you and encourages your hands to go to his back, his other hand going to tease your nipple as you gasp into the kisses. When he adds a second finger, you arch your back as he pushes against your sweet spot, flushing your body as it rises in temperature.

“Kōtarō, please, I need you,” you gasp out, eyes lidded in pleasure as you glance up at him. Despite you using his given name for at least the past year, he always gets so excited whenever you use it. Even now, his face flushes completely red as you look up at him, your arms wrapped around his neck as he smiles.

“Say it again,”

“Kōtarō, please, I need you inside me,” you say again, a small laugh turning into a moan when he removes his fingers, making sure to rub your walls a bit more. Prepared this time around, he makes sure you’re all nice and wet before pulling his cock out of his boxers, the fabric had been straining to keep it under control. With your permission, he pushes all the way inside you in one thrust, swallowing your moans as he does.

“Just like that, huh? Need your husband’s fat cock inside of you? Can hardly get enough of me, can you?” He chuckles, a low and sexy sound the rumbles from deep in his chest. Gritting your teeth as he lazily thrusts inside you, you nod as a response. “That won’t do, baby. I want everyone to know you’re all mine,” he whispers in your ear, licking the shell of it before giving you a hard thrust. The force has you gasping, the air knocked from your lungs as you dig your nails into his back. They do more damage to his skin then they usually do, a manicure for the wedding done a day ago, and he hissed as he feels you break skin. He doesn’t stop, however, continuing to give you harsh thrusts as you let moans continuously leave your lips.

As he begins a long night of passion, you can only think of how lucky you are to have gotten a guy just like him, someone who loves you so deeply and so selfishly.

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Bokuto + Firsts

How Bokuto shared his firsts with the people in his life and the firsts in your relationship.

Bokuto + First Kiss

— Bokuto’s first kiss was an accident, so he sometimes doesn’t count it. He and Kuroo were big on showing affection in their friendship, including big hugs that had Bokuto lifting Kuroo off the ground. The two of them were so excited for their first official trip to Nationals that they went in for a big hug while cheering. Bokuto and Kuroo didn’t bring any attention to the moment their lips touched but Kuroo will sometimes bring it up as a joke Bokuto will never live down.

First kiss with you

— Bokuto’s first kiss with you was sweet and awkward, a bit sloppy as well. He hasn’t properly kissed anyone and he didn’t want to mess it up. You had to initiate the kiss because he was so worried, but it was obvious he was thinking about it. Leaving you after a date, he was hesitant to go and kept starting small conversations. When you finally pressed your lips against his, he wasn’t ready to let you go then either. He pushed back a bit too hard on the kiss, making you almost fall and break the kiss. His apologies were cut short when you pressed your lips against him once more.

Bokuto + First Date

— Bokuto’s dated in his past, going on plenty of dates before you came into his life. He wouldn’t say any of them were memorable, except his first ever date. He went on a date with one of the cheerleaders his first year at Fukurōdani, high on adrenaline from a win when she asked. The date itself was boring, going to an ice cream shop and walking around the park on a Saturday afternoon. However, Bokuto remembers it because of the ice cream shop. He’s loved ice cream as a kid and the shop had every flavor ranging from classic vanilla to cotton candy to root beer. Now, it’s a staple first date to see what the other person gets.

First date with you

— Ice cream shop. He already really liked you and he knew that he wanted to stay with you for a long while. The ice cream shop is his go-to for a first date and it lets him know if his date is willing to be adventurous. Sure, they can get vanilla, but he’s paying for the ice cream so why not try something new? When you were excited to get ice cream despite the air getting chillier, he didn’t think he’d have to worry. And when you saw the options and immediately chose a root beer and coca-cola ice cream cone “just to see what it tastes like” and shared it with him, he knew he’d be keeping you for as long as he could.

Bokuto + First Argument

— Bokuto’s the kind of guy who doesn’t get into arguments easily. He’s a sweet guy who doesn’t want to have pointless fights, especially with the ones he loves. He didn’t get into an argument, a real argument, until you were around. You were usually understandable about his passion for volleyball and what he needed to do to keep up his figure, but eventually it became too much. Moving into an apartment and working to stay together, it got hard on you when you only saw Bokuto in the mornings and at night. If he wasn’t running or at the gym, he was in class or volunteering at the community volleyball match. It got to the point you felt as though he was running from you. A bad day came and you told him your feelings in explosion and he came back at you with anger in return. You guys didn’t talk for a week, but that week told you he was there more than you thought and it told him that you were always supporting him even if he didn’t recognize it. No other argument could be as bad as that and Bokuto hopes it stays that way.

Bokuto + First Time

— Bokuto never really took off in a relationship because he always had volleyball. Until you came around, he didn’t think too much of the person he was dating. When he did finally get serious in the relationship, he found the other person wasn’t what he was looking for which led to a breakup. You were so much more different. Even if he wasn’t obsessed with dates and making out or even having sex, you never brought it up. So when he finally was ready, it was after Nationals his final year. He was still hyped on adrenaline from the matches and the atmosphere and after not seeing you for so long. It may have only been a week and a half, but he had been practicing and unable to see you as much. Finding you’re awake in the middle of the night when he’s finally back, the only thing he wants to do is hold you in his arms. When he finally does, he finds himself wanting more, wanting to indulge in your body like he hasn’t before. It’s as awkward as his first kiss with you, not knowing where to put his hands or where he can kiss you, but you’re able to guide him where it feels good for you. He doesn’t worry about having you figure out his body at that point, he just wants to love you in order to make up for his lack of presence.

Bokuto + First “I love you”

— This is a special sentence he hasn’t spoken to anyone except you with the context. He doesn’t care if he’s not the first you’ve loved, but he cares that you’re the first he’s loved. It doesn’t come before you two first make love, but rather after. In the bliss afterwards, he ends up sleeping at your house. It’s a wonderful Sunday morning and not only were your parents out of the house on a business trip for the weekend, but you woke him up with breakfast in bed. Knowing how hard he worked and how he was so apologetic about being wrapped up in practice, you decided to do something nice for him. Even though a part of him wished your legs were a bit more unstable, he found himself focusing on how good the omurice and pancakes you made were. A big breakfast that was made of love. When he finally finished the food, he gave you a kiss with those three little words as you took the tray away. He was a blushing and stuttering mess, as if he hadn’t literally seen you naked the night before, trying to backtrack. But you just smiled and told him you loved him too, kissing him again before leaving. He stayed at your house until your parents got back, curled up in your bed next to you as he played those words over and over in his head.

#Mr. Kōtarō #Bokuto x reader #tw.fighting #Birdie’s Bokuto Week 2021 #Bokuto Week #Bokuto.hcs

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— Birdie’s Bokuto Week 2021 — each day features something revolving around Bokuto Kōtarō, the man of the week.

— Italicized is a fic. Bolded is a drabble. These will all be spicy/smutty so be warned. For the days with dark content, they will be tagged.

Day 1:

Bokuto + Firsts headcanons

Day 2:

Bokuto + Apex Alpha headcanons

Day 3:

Bokuto x MSBY!Manager + noncon — At Your Mercy

Day 4:

Bokuto + Wedding Day/Night

Day 5:

Bokuto x daughter!reader + incest and dubcon — Just You and Me

Day 6:

Bokuto x MSBY!Manager x Hinata + noncon — Helpless

Day 7:

Dilf!Bokuto x College!Akaashi + Sugar Daddy!AU — Guys My Age

#Bokuto Week 2021 #Birdie’s Bokuto Week #haikyuu smut #BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu x reader #Mr. Kōtarō #Bokuto x reader #Bokuto smut