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joyaphoria · 1 year
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bokuto literally does anything with your pussy because his impulsive thoughts just take over. like u could be chilling on your bed together and in less than a second there's a huge figure underneath the sheets, between your legs. you lift up the sheet to give bo a questioning glance, but he's quick to yank your nightgown up over your hips, pull your panties down, and just press his face against your plush cunt. you'll jump and drop the sheet to gasp and arch upwards, but thats really all it is. you have to stifle a laugh when you hear the sound of a deep inhale, and lift back up the sheets to find out what your baby is doing under the covers. honestly, you're not surprised to find bokuto just breathing in and out, his nose almost flush against your pussy. "so intoxicating," he'll sigh, his hands gripping both sides of your hips as he just breathes your cunt, and you have to sigh and lie back, wondering what the hell's gotten into him this time.
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seijorhi · 1 year
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Powder Keg
it has been far too long since i've indulged with these three
Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou & Akaashi Keiji x Female Reader
w.c 6.1k
tw: implied non-con, yandere, implied violence and bad times all round
Not guilty.
There’s a moment after the verdict’s read, right before the courtroom erupts into noise where time slows. Your heartbeat thunders in your chest, violently – like it’s trying to rip its way free, and it becomes harder to breathe.
For days, you’ve avoided looking at them, treating the left side of the courtroom as though it simply did not exist. 
Your head turns without conscious thought, and you watch it happen. In slow motion, you physically witness the verdict hit them. 
Not guilty. 
Relief. Joy. Bokuto pulls Kuroo into a hug, pounding his fist across his back as he beams. 
Not guilty.
Akaashi shaking their lawyer’s hand, head tilted in a polite bow. 
Not guilty.
The gavel slams down, a harsh, strangled sort of noise escapes you. Your knees, shaking as they are, suddenly give way. Cameras flash, your lawyer reaching for you as you sink back into your chair, numb – whatever he says to you gets drowned out, nothing but static and haze. 
Three days spent trapped at their mercy while they broke your trust, lied to you, hurt you, fucked you. Cases don’t make it to court for trial unless the prosecution’s almost certain of a conviction, everyone knows that. You had the evidence, the rape kit, DNA, all of it. How– how could they–
The skin at the nape of your neck prickles, the tiny hairs standing on end. Lifting your head, you’re met with a cool gunmetal gaze, Akaashi’s expression giving away nothing. 
He nods, though. A slow incline of his chin, his eyes never leaving yours. Bokuto and Kuroo are breaking apart, the latter already beginning to follow Akaashi’s line of sight, and you feel the bile rising up your throat.
In a sudden burst of energy, you lurch from your seat, racing out the side doors. The meagre lunch you’d managed to force down comes hurling right back up – the only saving grace being that you barely manage to make it to the bathroom in time.
On your knees, clutching the toilet and sobbing, you vomit until there’s nothing left but bile and pain. How could they– how could they do this to you?
How could they not believe you when you gave them everything?
You don’t glance up when the door swings open, nor at the tentative knock on the stall door – which as you hadn’t had the time or inclination to lock it, creaks open.
Your mother peers in. “Honey?” 
“They think I’m a liar,” you croak out, finally lifting your miserable gaze. “They think I’m making it up.”
“I know, sweetie.”
“We believe you, we know you’re telling the truth. I’m sorry those assholes convinced everyone else otherwise,” your cousin murmurs, appearing behind her shoulder. 
Together, they help you to your feet, your mother gently wiping away the tears while your cousin places a comforting hand on your back. 
“Those bastards. Those fucking bastards! If the lay judges had any sense at all–” her voice, shaking with rage, cracks, a sob threatening to break through. Beyond words, she shakes her head, clamping her lips shut, and your cousin sighs.
“Come on, it’s going to be a circus out there. Better to get it over and done with.”
She isn’t wrong. 
By the time you make it to the steps out front, reporters are everywhere, swarming. Their lawyer’s mid-way through a statement, smugness radiating from every slimy pore.
“– justice served today. These three young men have such promising futures ahead of them, and we can only be thankful that the lay judges and judges alike saw their true character amidst the wild accusations and, quite frankly, outright fabrications from this poor, misguided  woman.”
And the reporters are pummelling you and your family with questions, demanding a comment, asking how you feel about the verdict passed down.
You can’t bring yourself to answer them, so you keep your mouth shut and focus on the ground in front of you, one step after another. You can’t stop or you’ll break all over again.
Your mother, however, has different ideas. “You let her down,” she spits. “This whole system let my daughter down today. Do you give all rapists a free pass, or just the ones on track to become olympians?!” 
Which, naturally, only invites a flurry of rapid fire follow ups.
They’ve all decided that you’re a whore. A liar. A greedy, attention seeking slut who wanted nothing more than a few nights of fun to leverage for your five minutes of fame. They might not admit it outright, but you can hear it in their questions, see it in their looks. 
The verdict only cements that belief.
Three days, every waking second spent clinging to the idea that once you got away, once they were done, you’d be free and everything would be fine.
You’d get justice.
The three of them would spend years rotting away behind bars, and it wouldn’t be enough, not ever, not for what they put you through. Somehow, though, you’d find a way to make peace with it.
And now… now they’re walking free like they did nothing wrong and you– you’re the one left standing there in the wake of a shattered reputation while people you’ve never met hurl abuse at you and your family, telling you you deserved what you got. That you wanted it. 
The bolder ones tell you to do everyone a favour and just go kill yourself.
You catch one last look as the car pulls away; surrounded by their family, their crack legal team, supporters. The three of them – each with loosened ties, Bokuto having shed his jacket entirely – meet that gaze head on.
And the weight of it, burning and uncomfortable, lingers long after they disappear in the rearview mirror.
“Mr. Kuroo, sir, your two o'clock is waiting in conference room three.”
He hums, fingers tapping away across the screen of his phone
“And,” his assistant continues, “I have your coffee.”
At that, she finally grabs his attention. Stowing his phone back into the breast pocket of his jacket, he smiles, “You’re a lifesaver, have I mentioned that?”
“Once or twice.”
Accepting the cup gratefully, Kuroo laughs, “Yeah, well, remind me ‘bout that when we have your next salary review.”
She brightens at the praise, tucking her hair back behind her ear with a small nod. Kuroo, already halfway down the hall, doesn’t notice, too busy wracking his brain in an attempt to recall what his two o’clock appointment is actually regarding.
There were interviews for one of the junior positions, but those weren’t until next week, he vaguely recalls someone from legal wanting to talk about their upcoming campaign, maybe it’s about that? Usually they want to talk with the whole team, though. Long, drawn out meetings that leave him wanting to repeatedly slam his head against a wall.
Upon reaching the conference room in question, he realises that it’s not legal he’s scheduled to meet with. 
Sitting with her legs neatly crossed, pen and paper in hand sits a woman of about thirty, a bottle blonde, with perky tits and a tight black, pencil skirt that clings to shapely thighs. She smiles when he opens the door, sticks out a perfectly manicured hand.
“Kuroo Tetsurou, I presume?”
He takes it, smirks as her eyelashes flutter and they shake hands. 
Nope, definitely not someone from legal. 
“I don’t mean to be rude, but you are–?”
“Of course, my apologies. My name is Sato Kisumi, I’m a reporter from the Metro Times, we spoke last week…”
A vague memory of a phone call surfaces and Kuroo finds himself nodding. “Right, yeah, I remember. You wanted to talk about an article or something? Sorry, we’re a few weeks from launching our campaign for the new season and it’s been a hell of a day.”
She laughs, a sweet, bell-like sound, “No, no, it’s alright. If anyone understands how crazy it can be working towards a deadline, it’s a reporter.”
He settles himself down across from her, making himself comfortable. 
“You don’t mind if I record this, do you?” 
Kuroo shakes his head. There��s one already set up on the table, next to the tea his assistant must have procured for her when she arrived. Leaning forward, she clicks it on, “Wonderful.”
“So what’s this article for, anyway?”
“You don’t remember?” her voice carries a teasing lilt. “We did speak about it on the phone.”
“Busy week, like I said.”
“Busy man,” she counters, red lips curling into something like a smile. “To be honest with you, it’s more of an exposé. I’m investigating professional athletes dodging charges for criminal offences. The taking of illegal substances and DUI’s of course, but more serious allegations, too. Spousal abuse, assault, rape, that sort of thing.”
Leaning back in his chair, Kuroo picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip, savouring the bitter, chocolate-y notes of the dark roast his assistant – godsend that she is – knows he favours. 
He vaguely recalls the conversation – enough to remember that she neglected to tell him this part whilst she was angling for an interview. Then again, she’d hardly be the first reporter to lie for a chance to get their foot in the door. More than anyone, Kuroo can appreciate that kind of deception. 
Now that the truth is laid bare, he’s faced with a choice. 
If Kuroo had any sense at all – if he cared about his job and his reputation – he’d politely but firmly tell her to leave before she gets any more comfortable. It’s one thing to ignore and downplay what he’s sure will inevitably turn out to be a scathing indictment of the whole system when it’s published, another entirely to actively participate in it, regardless of intentions. 
If he doesn’t tread carefully here, his boss will most certainly have his balls for it.
So he should kick her out. He should.
Instead, Kuroo lets out a light chuckle, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “And you decided to start with the VP of JVA promotion? It’s an… interesting approach, I’ll give you that.”
Kisumi mirrors him, lifting the tea to her lips to take a slow sip. She sets the cup back down on the desk, taking a second to adjust it ever so slightly, the tip of her finger running along the edge of the rim. Then, with an air of nonchalance, she shrugs. “Well, what we’re seeing is that these athletes are usually being protected by their teams and management, and in some cases, with certain athletes, that extends all the way up to high ranking officials within their respective governing bodies. Victims and police are paid off, charges mysteriously disappear, negative press gets buried, like magic.”
“It’s a sad story ‘n all, I’m sure there’s some commentary in there about the failings of society, corruption and misplaced hero worship of star athletes or whatever it is you’re after, but I’m failing to see what that has to do with me. I run the promotions division, not public relations.”
“I’m not interested in talking to you because of your job title, Mr. Kuroo, although believe me, that someone like you could rise to an office like this is damning enough,” she says, no trace of her earlier sweetness, the flirtatiousness. No, now her eyes are cold, her smile, while it still adorns her lips, all too sharp. “I’m here because of a court case a few years ago, in which you and two friends – one of whom now plays for the national volleyball team – were accused of the kidnapping and rape of a fellow student.”
Kuroo barks out a laugh, leaning back into his seat. His eyes flicker to the recorder on the desk, the pen she wields, poised over the blank pad of paper, and back to her cool smile. “A very publicised court case that ended with a verdict of not guilty. No one bribed any judges or tampered with evidence, no one made it go away. That’s our justice system, that’s how it works. If you’re looking for something damning,” he throws the word back at her, “you’re going to have to do a hell of a lot better than that.”
“And you think that was a fair trial?”
“I think you’re wasting your time. Mine, too.”
He moves to rise, intent on ushering Kisumi out of his office when she asks, “You don’t remember me, Kuroo, do you?” Not playful anymore, not even angry; she spits his name like it’s poison, as though the very act of uttering his name aloud makes her skin crawl.
And that, more than anything, is enough to really pique his interest. 
Kuroo finds himself studying her – really looking at her – beyond the blonde curls and the hateful scowl, beyond all that he’d dismissed earlier. And there is something that rings of familiarity – her eyes, maybe, the shape of her nose – but Kuroo’s short on time, and despite his amusement, what’s left of his good will is dwindling fast. 
“Nah, but don’t take it personally, the whole prissy, up-tight bitch thing you’ve got going on isn’t really my thing.”
“I suppose you wouldn’t, you only ever saw her.” Kisumi makes a disgusted noise, “The whole trial, you wouldn’t stop staring. You and your friends ruined her and then you sat there making moon eyes for three days while your asshole of a lawyer tore her apart on the stand.”
The pieces fall together, a memory resurfaces; a blonde woman leaning forward to touch your shoulder, whispering in your ear as you tried in vain to keep your tears at bay.
And it’s a stupid thing, the faint tinge of jealousy that stirs inside of him as he eyes the woman sitting before him. She’s family – has to be, because Kuroo knew all your friends back then. 
(Funny, wasn’t it, how none of them had shown up at the trial either.)
Pushing aside the ugly feeling – at least for now – Kuroo rises to his feet, allowing a smirk to curl at his lips. “Like I said, Miss Sato,” and oh, how he relishes the cold fury that sparks across her features. “You’re gonna have to do better than that – but not today. Get the fuck out of my conference room.”
With her lips pursed, she goes to do just that. Makes it all the way to the door, clutching the handle when abruptly she stops, turning to face him once more.
An eyebrow rises, “Something else?”
“She’s missing. She left years ago, which I’m sure you already knew, but now she’s gone-gone. She hasn’t called in weeks, and the cops won’t help. They said that she’s already proven she’s flighty,” Kisumi spits out a humourless laugh. “They won’t open an investigation when we can’t even tell them the last place she was staying. But I know my cousin, and I know the only reason she’d go this long without calling is if there was something physically stopping her from doing so.”
Her voice remains level, her breath on the other hand–
A chink in the armour.
The family resemblance might not be all that strong between you two, that look though – trying to pretend she’s not afraid when everything from the expression on her face to the tremor in her hands is screaming at him otherwise – all he can see is you.
He loves when you look at him like that. More than he should, but guilty pleasures and all that. He doesn’t want you scared, not… necessarily. Not as much as he wants you vulnerable. 
Unlike you, who’d burst into tears, crumble and break, she straightens her spine, swallows down that emotion and continues. “I know the kind of man you are. All three of you. It’s because of you that she left in the first place, and I’m willing to stake my career on you being the reason she’s disappeared this time ‘round as well.”
“S’that right? You got any actual proof, or is this whole thing based solely on the fact that you don’t like me?”
Kisumi, rather than dignifying that with an answer, merely spares Kuroo one last disdainful glare and stalks from the room, letting the door slam shut behind her. A minor victory, but one that brings no small sense of satisfaction. 
A shame then, that it doesn’t last. 
His smirk slips away, vanishing like a slate scrubbed clean. 
Pulling the phone from his breast pocket, Kuroo dials the last number he called, lifts the phone up to his ear, and waits.
“What’s up?”
“We’ve got a problem.”
Akaashi isn’t one for the spotlight.
He doesn’t hate it per se, he just isn’t all that interested in chasing after it. Better to let everyone be blinded by the other two and let their guards slip around him.
He’s patient – has to be, dealing with Bokuto and Kuroo day in, day out. Calm. Observant enough to realise that the blonde sitting four seats down on the rattling train car has been following him for several days now. 
Sato Kisumi. 
Akaashi had looked her up after her meeting with Kuroo, begrudgingly having to admit that as an investigative journalist, she was rather impressive. 
Kuroo was worried she’d be a problem, and Akaashi’s inclined to agree. Upset relatives were one thing, a well respected journalist with a personal vendetta against the three of them, a separate beast entirely.
One that wouldn’t necessarily be so easy to shake. Or put down. 
A polite, feminine voice filters through the P.A system, announcing the imminent arrival of the next station. The train has another four stops before his, yet he rises smoothly when the train slows to a stop beside the platform, exiting amongst the throng of commuters without so much as a backwards glance. 
She follows, however, as he knew she would, trailing after him when he makes his way out of the station and onto the busy streets of Shinjuku. There’s a ramen joint he’s particularly fond of a few minutes downtown, only a short walk away.
The quickest route would be to take the main road, lose himself in the throng of people. Akaashi, curious more than anything, decides to instead take the long way round, via the back alleys and narrow laneways, where every footstep echoes, and puddles splash underfoot. 
He’s pleased, though not exactly surprised, that Kisumi follows at a distance.
A block away from his destination, he stops on the street corner, turning back to address her. 
“Are you hungry?”
The question clearly takes her by surprise, and her answer comes slow. Distant honking from the street ahead, laughter and the rumble of voices tangled together interwoven with music and the shouting of kitchen – closer to the main road, it’s louder here. Easier to mask her presence. 
Even so, she had to have realised he’d been toying with her from the start, perfectly aware she’d been tailing him. Why else would he have led her down the rabbit’s warren?
“… What?”
“Dinner,” he elaborates. “Are you hungry? I didn’t have a chance to eat today, and I figured that rather than spending all night following me in the hopes that I’ll – what, lead you to your cousin? – we could sit down and talk over some food. Ramen, actually. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To talk?”
She regards him warily, brows knitting together, considering the proposition. He can’t blame her for the reticence, exactly, but it is somewhat of a pointless exercise considering they both know that she’s going to say yes.
She might hate him. Despise him. She might even be afraid of him, but she went toe to toe with Kuroo and that doesn’t speak to someone meek or spineless. If she wants answers – if she wants you as badly as he thinks she does, she won’t be able to resist.
A heartbeat later, and he’s proven correct. Her jaw tightens, but she nods; a short, sharp jerk of her chin. “Fine. Let’s talk.”
Despite the proclamation, Kisumi remains silent as they’re shown to one of the tables set up beneath the awning outside, shielding them from the drizzling rain, and when Akaashi orders for them both, two bowls of tonkotsu, with a side of gyoza to share. She just sits, shoulders back, arms folded gracefully across her chest, glaring daggers. 
All of that fades away when the waitress comes by with their food. In an instant she softens, smiling and politely dipping her head in thanks. Only when the waitress disappears back inside and they’re alone again does Kisumi finally break her silence. 
“I don’t suppose you’ll save me the trouble and tell me where my cousin is?”
Akaashi smiles at that, splitting his chopsticks to snatch one of the pot sticker dumplings and take a bite. He savours the mouthful, the rich flavours of garlicky pork, cabbage and chives bursting over his taste buds, chewing thoughtfully before posing another question to the blonde. 
“Did she ever talk about how we met?”
Kisumi laughs, shaking her head as she pulls her bowl of ramen close and grabs her chopsticks. “No. No, somehow between all the tears and the breakdowns, her gripping my hand while she lay in that hospital bed and told the cops every detail about how you trapped her in that house, how the three of you touched her, raped her, we didn’t get around to chatting about the meet cute. Weird, right?”
“There was this ramen place on campus,” Akaashi begins, ignoring Kisumi’s dig entirely. “Kind of like this one, except it was open twenty-four seven. Busy as hell during the day, but after ten, eleven at night it got pretty quiet, and she always worked the late shift.” 
There’s a quiet wistfulness in his tone that Akaashi doesn’t bother masking. 
He remembers the way your face used to brighten when the bell above the door would announce their arrival, the cute little bounce in your step that he never could get out of his head. 
When it was dead and you could get away with it, you’d come over and chat, sneaking them drinks, dumplings, an extra egg or slice of pork, even ‘forgetting’ to tally their orders up correctly when it came time to settle their bill. If your boss took notice, he never said anything – or if he did, then you never cared enough to stop.
You could make a few exceptions for your favourites, you’d told him when he’d asked you about it once, smiling that soft, pretty smile of yours. Blind to the way those words, and the image of you beaming so beautifully, would etch their way into his very being, refusing to give him a moment’s peace. 
Bokuto and Kuroo would waste hours fighting over who you liked best, only for Akaashi to add fuel to the fire, dryly reminding them that arguing was pointless – you weren’t stupid or blind enough to prefer either one of them. 
It was a slow thing, this descent into hell with you… and then it wasn’t. 
And he wouldn’t trade what he has now for all the world, but some small part of him will always mourn those early days, the sweet naivety with which you used to treat them.
Kisumi, picking at her ramen rather than eating it, sucks on her teeth and exhales slowly, drawing him from his reminiscing. “So when did it change?” she asks.
“Hm?”
“When did you decide that that wasn’t enough? At what point exactly did the three of you sit down and make the decision to take her to that cabin, keep her there against her will and spend three days systematically abusing her for your own sick fucking pleasure?”
A flash of irritation sparks, and his eyes narrow. “She agreed to come with us, and we didn’t abuse her. We’d never.”
A silence descends between them, thick, wrought with tension and disbelief. And then, like a match struck, the blonde explodes. 
“God, you’re so full of shit, you know that, right?!” Kisumi snarls, disgusted. “You might’ve been able to convince the court that it was rough and fun, that whatever damage you left behind was damage she wanted, but I was there for the aftermath. I saw the state you left her in!”
Each word is biting and vitriolic, her voice shaking with barely repressed rage. If she’s hoping for some sign that they’ve struck a chord, wounded him in some way, she’s sorely disappointed. Save for the cold, flat stare he regards her with, the only response Akaashi deigns to give is simply to resume eating, gathering another mouthful of noodles between his chopsticks and slurping them up.
That, it seems, is Kisumi’s breaking point. Shaking her head with a hollow scoff, she shoves her own, largely untouched bowl aside and stands.
“I’m going to find her, and when I do I am going to spend every waking second, every last yen I have making sure that the three of you go down for it.” And with that, she snatches up her purse, yanking it open to dig for her umbrella. 
Another mouthful, braised chashu pork and scallions. “You’re more than welcome to try.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Fingers drum restlessly against the leather steering wheel, tapping out an anxious beat.
‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,’ Kuroo had said, clapping him on the back. 
The light shines from her bedroom window, the shadow of her figure moving within. Bokuto checks the clock again; 11:27. 
He’d been so happy, over the fucking moon to come home. Three weeks away, three and a half hours on the train, he was itching, leg bouncing restlessly as the miles slowly crawled by. And even though all he wanted to do was find Kuroo so they could go home already, he made the effort for the fans that swarmed the second he got off the train.
Took the time to smile and pose for pictures, signed the autographs, laughing and chatting away. He gets it, he does – meeting your idols is pretty fucking awesome, and the last thing he’d ever wanna do would be to ruin that for some poor kid just because he’s in a rush to get home and rip your clothes off.
Still, even at the best of times patience was never his forte, and three weeks might as well have been a lifetime. 
Anticipation had him on cloud nine, and nothing – nothing – was gonna bring him down. 
At least, that’s what he’d thought.
‘Don’t you have an ounce of shame?’
It’d taken everything he had not to snap there and then. There were kids around, staring up at him with wide, confused eyes – their parents quick to usher them away. 
Kuroo’d said she’d be a problem.
Akaashi agreed.
The bedroom light flicks off, and his pulse jumps. Go time.
Adjusting the cap on his head, he flips up the hood of his jacket and exits the car, avoiding the light from the street lamps above to cross the road. Her house is nice enough. Small, with a garden out front spilling with greenery and potted flowers. Her cat, lying on the windowsill between the blinds and the glass, notes his arrival on the doorstep with slow blinking eyes, only to yawn and dismiss him entirely, unbothered. 
Faced with a locked door, Bokuto doesn’t bother wasting time or energy trying to pick it. He has no need – two solid, powerful kicks later, the wooden door splinters and cracks, giving way beneath his foot. 
Shoving the wreckage of the door aside, Bokuto shoulders his way inside. There’s a sudden yowl – the cat, startled by the noise, launches itself from the window to skitter away to some safe, dark hidey-hole. From somewhere else within he hears a muffled thump, followed by a curse. 
Good. He wants her to know he’s coming. 
‘You can google it, you know? The rape and the trial, it’s on your wikipedia page – and those kids and their families, they still worship you. That’s your legacy.’
A slow building anger seeps through his veins, blood thrumming in anticipation.  
‘Doesn’t it make you sick?’
She’s threatening to take you away. ‘Kaashi said she’s hellbent on it. 
Bokuto can shoulder a lot. He dealt with the blow to his image – both during the trial and after it – and when you left last time, disappearing into thin air without so much as a goodbye, it broke something inside of him.
Still, he found a way to get through it. He had to, because he was getting you back. 
And the taste of you lingers on his tongue from when it was buried inside of you only hours ago, a honeyed tang he’d swallow down by the mouthful if he could. Back home your hips and ass, the soft sweetness of your thighs, carry mottled imprints of his fingers – that overeager, desperate touch. 
Three rounds he’d gone; sinking his cock into your pussy, fucking out all of his frustrations and pent up emotions ‘til he was spent and you were a shaking, shivering, heavenly mess. It was supposed to make things better. Calm him down a little and take the edge off. 
It had the opposite effect.
Because he knows now what it’s like to lose a soulmate, he knows just how high the stakes are.
She swung first, Bokuto’s simply returning the favour. 
There’s no point masking his footsteps as he stalks through the house, a singular goal in mind. Akaashi made him promise that he wouldn’t take this too far – and he won’t.
He wants to – fuck, he really, really wants to.
But he won’t.
The door to the bedroom’s cracked an inch – it groans in protest when he nudges it wider and crosses the threshold. 
The thought of finding her, dragging her kicking and screaming out into the living room was something he’d been looking forward to, but Kisumi – rudely ruining his fun – isn’t hiding. 
No, flattened against the wall opposite, shaking like a leaf, she grips her phone like it’s a lifeline. “I-I’ve called the cops. They’re on their way,” she calls out, and he realises that while his eyes have adjusted, hers haven’t. She thinks he’s a burglar, someone she can reason with. 
He almost snorts. 
Fumbling against the wall, it takes him a second or two to find the light switch and flick it on. Light floods the small bedroom in an instant, and Kisumi flinches, an arm coming up to shield her face from the sudden brightness.
When it falls though, and golden eyes meet her own, Bokuto’s rewarded with a look of shock and recognition, which quickly gives way to something much, much more satisfying. 
Fear. 
It’s in her eyes, widening horribly, the way her face drains of blood. The audible little hitch in her breathing that sends a delightful tingle down his spine. 
And still, she tries to put on a brave face.
“The cops are already on their way,” she repeats, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Whatever you’re after– just… just go, and I swear I won’t say a word. I’ll keep your name out of it. We– we can pretend this never happened, alright?”
Bokuto grins at that. Shifts his weight as he lowers his centre of gravity. 
The funny thing is, the stupid bitch doesn’t know just how right she’s about to be.
The beeping of the monitors brings back bad memories. 
Truth be told, a lot of what happened that day is a blur. You don’t care to pry too deep, trying to pluck and sort through the trauma of what happened. You remember the hospital, though – gowned up, lying on the scratchy sheets, gripping Kisumi’s hand while you walked the detective through every harrowing minute you’d spent at their hands.
And now the situations are reversed, and it’s your cousin lying broken and damaged in the hospital, and you’re the one sitting at her bedside, keeping watch over her like the guardians of old. Holding her hand while you fight back tears.
The doctors say she’ll wake up soon, but they’ve been saying that for hours now. 
All you can do is sit there and pray that she’ll wake up soon.
Pray that she’ll listen, and hear you.
You’re there when the doctors come by to check her vitals, when the food cart rolls by. They don’t stop for her, even if she were awake there wouldn’t be much point, what with her jaw wired shut and all.
Her whole body’s a mess. A broken wrist, broken ribs, her jaw shattered and face a bruised, swollen mess.
It’s a miracle she’s still alive. 
Your stomach twists, nausea threatening to heave its way up your throat. No – it’s a miracle that he stopped. 
The phone in your pocket vibrates, you ignore it for the third time. No doubt you’ll pay for it later, right now you can’t bring yourself to care.
“Please,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut as your vision blurs with unshed tears. “Please.”
But it’s a while yet before she stirs, consciousness slowly pulling her back to you.
It begins with a muffled groan, a whimper when she shifts. Even with all the damage to her face, you can see the signs of distress taking shape – hurt, twisting at her features. 
They’ve given her all the drugs they can, and she’s still in pain.
Your heart wrenches. “Sumi? Sumi, can you hear me?” you ask, clutching her hand tightly between both of yours. 
She groans again, fighting to get both eyes open. The phone in your pocket buzzes, insistent. It doesn’t stop after one, going off again and again and again, raising your internal panic. But Kisumi’s blinking now, trying desperately to pull the world into focus. Figure out why it hurts to move, why her mouth won’t obey when she tries to talk.
And you see the tears well up in her eyes, the panic and fear, and you swallow down your own emotions because they don’t matter right now.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. I know it hurts, I know you’re scared, but you’re safe now. I promise you, you’re safe.” An echo of the words she’d once spoken to you. Your thumb strokes the back of her uninjured hand. “Don’t try to talk, just… listen to me, I don’t have long.”
Her fingers try to clumsily curl around your own, and she makes another noise – a garbled butchering of your name that breaks off into a frustrated wail – sending a fresh bolt of pain and guilt lancing through your chest. Tears sting in the corner of your eyes, bottom lip quivering. 
This is all your fault. 
“You can’t talk, your jaw they– they had to wire it shut,” you tell her while she chokes on another sob. You squeeze her hand, “Please, Sumi, I need you to listen to me. Don’t move, just… blink if you understand; once for yes, twice for no.”
A beat passes, and she blinks. Good.
“Do you remember what happened? The man who attacked you?”
… One blink. 
You exhale unsteadily, clearing your throat. Kisumi’s eyes are wide as saucers, tracking every move with a laser focus, and your hand is wrapped so tightly around hers that if she wasn’t already drugged to high heaven she’d probably be whimpering. She’s afraid, you realise. Not of the hospital or the damage she’s yet to comprehend the extent of – she’s afraid because she remembers.
She’s afraid because you are.
“Kisumi… you need to stop this. Forget it happened, play dumb for the cops, drop the article and stop interfering. For your own sake as well as mine, I'm begging you. Otherwise… Otherwise–” your voice dies a quiet death as footsteps approach. 
There’s no need to turn.
 Kisumi’s face tells you everything when it blanches and she begins to tremble like a terrified puppy. Beside her, the heart rate monitor goes haywire, mirroring her pulse as it jumps erratically with the short, sharp gasps she sucks through clenched teeth. 
And when a hand falls to your shoulder, both of you flinch. 
“Ready to go, babe?”
To Kisumi, you force a tight, watery smile, “Let it go, okay? Promise me.” 
You don’t wait for a response, there’s no point. You’ve poked the bear enough by ignoring their calls and texts, there’s no need to push your luck more than you already have. 
Letting Kisumi’s hand slip from your grasp, you rise from your seat and turn, nodding. “Yeah.”
Kuroo smirks, coaxing your face up into a short kiss while his fingers entwine with yours, but it’s Bokuto, claiming your other arm, who grumbles like a petulant child, “You were s’posed to be done hours ago.”
“I‘m sorry. We can go home now.”
Neither one of them spare the battered blonde more than a cursory glance on their way out. You, on the other hand, risk a backwards glance in the moments before you’re tugged away.
Kisumi’s sobbing, broken and raw, hunched over as much as her injuries allow. Her bloodshot eyes meet yours, and your heart breaks one last time. 
Promise me you’ll stop. They’ll kill you if you don’t.
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doingitforbokuto · 2 years
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will watch his cock slip in and out of you, always mesmerized with how beautiful you look, how pretty you are. he can‘t believe how lucky he got, how you are way too good for him but you still love him back, you’re allowing him to see you like this. there is no greater heaven to him than to have you pleasure him in any way, seeing you want him just as much as he wants you. he always shows how thankful he is to a great extend, leaving you moaning and writhing under his touch, legs shaking so much you can barely feel them once he is done with you all while he praises you for being so good to him. just a man completely und utterly in love with you.
-> Aone, Bokuto, Sakusa, Tanaka
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hoejosatoru · 1 year
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Best Birthday Gift
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Parining: Fem! reader x college au! Hinata, Ft. Bokuto
Summary: Hinata has a huge crush on you. He wants you bad. There are just 2 problems: you were dating his best friend, Bokuto, and he was virgin. However, when Bokuto has a little surprise for Hinata’s birthday.
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: Virginity loss (hinata), Hinata has a few pervy thoughts I guess?, pussy job, cum eating, use of good boy, voyeurism kinda, subby Hinata, not proof read. MDNI 
Hinata’s pulse quickened as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to quell the flutters in his stomach. No, he was not on the court for a game. He was at his birthday party, sweating over the little sundress you showed up in. He replayed you hugging him when you showed up, your boobs squishing against...
Stop it, he thought trying to shake the thought out of his head. He couldn’t think about you like that. Not because he thought you were out of his league, which he totally did, but because you were his best friend’s girl friend. Hinata was currently watching you hold on to Boktuo’s arm, looking at him with a suggestive spark in your eyes. He hoped that seeing you with him would shut the thoughts up, but all that was playing in his mind was how badly he wanted you to at him like that. 
He ran a hand through his tangerine hair, cursing himself. He felt guilty for thinking about his friend’s girlfriend like that. And that was one of his more innocent thoughts. He knew it was was wrong, knew that you were totally off limits. No matter how big his crush on you was, he would never, ever do something to get between you and Bokuto. He care about you both too much. Still, that wasn’t enough to get him to stop thinking about how your lips would feel pressed on his nec- okay he really has to stop watching you two.
“Christ, Shoyo, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Hinata startled, not realizing Sakusa had appeared beside him. He was eerily quiet like that. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Hinata grumbled, a little too quickly, tearing his eyes away from you. Sakusa followed where Hinata’s gaze had been, landing on you and Bokuto. He was the most observant and intelligent of Hinata’s college friends, easily putting two and two together.
“Are you jealous?” Sakusa teased, jabbing Hinata’s shoulder.
“I am not jealous,” Hinata responded in a way that Sakusa knew meant he was, in fact, very jealous.
“Oh, Hinata,” Sakusa snickered, taking a sip of his drink. “I always knew you were an idiot, but this is something else.”
“Shut up.” Hinata snatched the drink out of Sakusa’s hand, gulped down a few burning sips, then shoved it back to him. He knew it was freak the germaphobe out. “You’re taste in alcohol sucks.” With that, Hinata stormed off, pouting. 
Some birthday this is, he grumbled to himself. Hinata slid back into he house he shared with his teammates, Sakusa, Bokuto, and Atsumu, shutting the party outside. He flopped down on the couch, downing a drink in the quiet hoping it would ease his frustration. He wasn't sure exactly how long he was sitting there when you appeared in front of him.
“What’re you doing inside, Sho?” Sho. He loved the little nickname you gave him, how sweetly you said it. 
Hinata shrugged, trying to remain calm as you say next to him. “Sakusa was just being a dick.”
“Ugh, he’s always in a shit mood,” you replied. Your thigh was pressed against him, which absolutely did not go unnoticed by Hinata. He felt his face heat up as he shifted nervously, hoping you didn’t notice. “What can I do to make you feel better?” Your words slurred ever so slightly. You were not drink, but definitely buzzed. You were looking at Hinata with big, sweet doe eyes, which made his pants feel tight. The way you were leaning into him made the top of your dress hang lower, giving him an extra peek at your boobs. Fuck, he thought.
“N-nothing, I’m okay.” He wasn’t sure if he sounded as nervous as he felt, or if it just seemed like he was drunk. He was definitely feeling quite tipsy after downing that last drink and prayed you thought it was the latter.
“Oh come on, Sho,” you pressed, placing a hand on his thigh. It was a simple, innocent gesture. You probably hadn’t thought twice about it. But Hinata could feel himself getting hard. “There’s gotta be something I could do.”
Of course, Hinata had a long list of things you could do. Or he could do to you, if he knew how. However, even if you weren’t dating Bokuto, he didn’t think he could ever get himself to say it. See, Hinata’s other issue was that he was a virgin. He knew it shouldn’t matter and that it was totally normal, but all his friends weren’t. Atsumu in particular loved reminding him of that fact. He discussed his numerous hook ups in such detail that Hinata thought he could probably use it as a how-to guide. 
Hinata knew if he really wanted to, he could probably find a girl to hook up with and just get it over with. However, he knew he was not into random hook ups. He wanted to do it with someone he knew and trusted. He’d tried to develop relationships with other girls, but he would just compare them to you and it just never worked out. Thus, he remained a virgin.
“I-I think I just need to lay down.” Hinata tried to stand up, but between his nerves and his buzz, he flopped back down on the couch, making you giggle.
“C’mere,” you pulled his head onto your lap. His heart was pounding and he knew he shouldn’t indulge in this, but your thighs were so soft he couldn’t tear himself away. He tried to not think about how close he was to a... um, certain body part of your and just closed his eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair. Yeah, he definitely couldn't complain about this. “I think you drank too much.”
A laugh escaped Hinata’s lips, mostly out of relief. “Yeah, I think that’s it.” You were smiling sweetly down at him. Your lips looked so soft and he found himself wondering how they’d feel on his.
“Trying to make moves on my girl?” a familiar voice asked. Hinata shot up so quick, his head was spinning.
“No Bokuto I was ju-” The larger man cut him off with a laugh.
“I was just teasing you, Hinata.” There was a look shared between him and you that Hinata couldn’t quite decipher. “You seem pretty drunk, bud.” 
Hinata’s head was still spinning. Maybe he was a lot drunker than he thought. “I may have over done it.”
Bokuto laughed again. “Shame, we’ll have to give you your gift tomorrow.”
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Tomorrow came and Hinata found himself in the passenger seat of Bokuto’s car. “So why do we have to go to y/n’s place for the gift?” He’s been to your apartment a few times and didn’t mind going. He liked that it how it smelled like you. However, he was a little nervous to see you again after yesterday’s close call.
Bokuto put the car in park outside your building, a strange smile on his face. “You’ll see.” 
Hinata followed Bokuto up to your apartment. You weren’t in the living room to greet them, which Hinata found strange. When he walked into your bedroom, he saw you, laying on your bed in a black lacy babydoll lingerie top and silky shorts. Hinata gasped his hands flying up to his eyes.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Hinata was mortified that he walked in on you dressed like that, clearly not expecting him. He was thoroughly confused when you both busted out laughing. 
“Hinata you don’t have to cover your eyes,” Bokuto said. Hinata didn’t budge, even though he really wanted to get another look at you.
“Is this some sorta test?”
“Really, it’s okay Hinata.” It was your voice that convinced him. He slowly lowered his hands, drinking in the sight of you. He had seen you in a more revealing bikini once at the beach, yet this was so much more arousing to him. He was thoroughly confused as to why you nor Bokuto were not upset, as well as nervous that they would see how much he was enjoying it.
“This is your gift,” Bokuto explained, gesturing to you.
Hinata’s eyes flickered between him and you. “I-I don't undersand.”
“I know you like y/n.”
Hinata’s eyes widened, his heart stuttered. “Did Sakusa tell you? I didn’t mean to-”
Bokuto laughed again, cutting him off. “He didn’t have to tell me. You weren’t exactly good at hiding it.” Hinata’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “But I get it. Look at her, she’s fucking hot.” Hinata took the excuse to look at you again. Yeah, you very fucking hot. “And I know you’ve been wanting to lose your virginity.”
“And there is nothing wrong with being a virgin,” you interjected, trying to soothe his embarrassment. “I was virgin, too, until I met Bokuto.” It did make Hinata feel better, since you didn’t meet Bokuto until college. Still, he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy he felt thinking of the two of you being intimate like that.
“Right, of course,” Bokuto nodded, “But if you wanted to lose your virginity, I figured we could get it out of your system like this.”
The shocked look on Hinata’s face made you giggle. “Come here.” You patted the spot next to you on the bed. Hinata’s body could not resist following your instructions. Somehow you looked even better up close. You cupped his flushed cheeks, thinking it was sweet how nervous he got around you. “Do you want to have sex with me Shoyo?”
Hinata nearly laughed at how absurd that question was. “I- yes I do, I just... I don’t want you to feel like you have to.” As much as he wanted you, he would feel icky and wrong if you were just doing it out of obligation for feeling bad for him.
“No, I want to Sho.” Your finger trailed down his torso, pausing at his waistband. Youur eyes flicked back up to his. “I think you’re really cute.” Hinata could have died in that moment and he would go out a happy man. 
“And you’re okay with this?” he turned to Bokuto again for confirmation.
Bokuto nodded. “We talked about it a lot and we trust you. I don’t have to stay for it if you don’t want, but I can if that would make you feel better.”
Hinata thought it over. Maybe it was weird, but he would feel better with Bokuto being there. Just in case he changed his mind, he could stop them. Hinata would feel better knowing there would be no lines crossed. “You can stay.” Bokuto nodded and took a seat in the chair across the room. 
“You won’t even know I’m here.” 
He felt your fingers on his jaw, turning his face back to you. “Can I kiss you?” Hinata nodded, not trusting his voice. His eye shut as you leaned in and next thing he knew he was kissing you. Your lips were even softer than he imagined. You kissed him soft and gently at first, letting him relax into you. You crawled into his lap, feeling his body stiffen. “Relax, Sho,” you breathed into his ear. 
Bokuto’s soft chuckle didn’t even register to Hinata. He was too preoccupied with he feeling of your body on top of his, the taste of your lips. You slid your hand over his, guiding them up to your boob. “Fuck,” he gasped, getting your boobs a squeeze through the lacy fabric. 
“You can touch me wherever you like,” you murmured into his neck. Hinata gave your boobs a few more squeezes, before letting his hands explore the rest of you. He was too nervous to touch you there yet, but he was loving the feel of your curves. You could already feel him hardening against your thigh.
You slipped your hands under his shirt, tossing it to the side. “So strong,” you noted, kissing down his chest, abs, waistband. Hinata’s stomach hitched as you looked up at him. You didn’t touch him below the waist, not yet at least. Instead, you kissed back up his body. You paused before reaching his lips, sitting back and pulling your top off.
Hinata’s dick twitched in his pants seeing you topless. “Wow,” was all he could manage. You giggled lightly. He really was the sweetest. Hinata didn’t need your to guide his hands this time; he happily played with your tits as you kissed him again. You gave an experiment rock of your hips, pulling a gasp from his lips. Smirking, you continued to grind against him, loving how he whined with every drag of your hips. “I-I’m gonna cum in my - fuck - p-pants if you keep doing that,” he stammered. 
This time both you and Bokuto laughed, sweet and lightheartedly. “Let’s get them off you then, yeah?” Hinata bit his lip nervously but nodded. You slid his shorts and boxers down in one go. His dick was flushed and leaking at the tip, looking achingly hard. He was larger than you thought, and not just for his size. “Mmm, so big Sho.” You stroked him up and down. 
Hinata was on cloud nine even as his pulse drummed in is ears. As you touched him, he couldn’t believe this wasn’t some sort of a dream. He was about to pinch himself when you asked if he wanted to take your bottoms off and then he decided if he was asleep he did not want to wake up right now.
Hinata’s hands were shaking slightly as he slid the shorts down your legs, revealing you fully to him. He let out a groan seeing you naked for the first time; it was better than he ever imagined and, yes, he had imagined it. You could feel his cock throb in your hand as he took in the sight of you. You took his hand and brought it between your thighs. “Feel how wet you made me.”
Hinata couldn’t believe how good it felt. He ran his fingers through your lips, getting comfortable with touching you. His head was spinning at the thought of being inside you.
“You seem a little nervous, Sho,” you pushed hair off his forehead. You knew he was trying to put on a brave face, but he looked a little like a deer in headlights, albeit a happy deer. “Why don’t we start a little slower?”
Hinata nodded, willing to follow whatever you wanted to do, but slow did sound pretty good. You let his cock lay flat against his lower torso, carefully lowering yourself down on him. The second your warm, wet pussy made contact with him a low groan escaped his lips. You rolled your hips slowly, letting him enjoy the new sensation. He already felt himself struggling to stay composed with you just sliding your pussy over his cock he couldn’t imagine how he would survive being inside you.
You placed your hands on Hinata’s strong chest to help you increase your pace. Hinata’s fingers dug into your hips, little curses escaping his lips. Each time your clit nudged against the head of his cock, waves of pleasure went through you. It felt so you good you forget yourself a bit, moving your hips even faster as you chased your high.
Hinata’s breath was ragged. “Shit I’m gonna- fuck!” His head fell back as he orgasmed, his cum spilling over his tummy. Once he came down from his high, his face and chest flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to cum so fa-”
You licked a stripe up his stomach, effectively shutting him up. You swallowed the release you collected on your tongue. “No need to apologize. You’re being such a good boy for me,” you purred. Hinata had a full body reaction to you calling him a good boy. You could feel him getting hard again as you lapped up his release. “Look at you already hard again for me. So hot, Sho.” Any embarrassment Hinata felt had dissipated, but still he wanted to prove himself.
“Can... can I be on top for it?” he asked.
You smiled. “You wanna fuck me?” Hinata blushed and nodded. Of course Hinata would not just lay there, it wasn’t in his nature even when he was nervous. He was always going to try pushing his limits. You traded places with him, feeling the weight of him on top of you. He wasn’t as heavy as Bokuto, obviously, but he was still nice and solid. 
“Hi,” Hinata said looking down at you, a nervous smile on his lips.
You giggled, “Hi Sho.”
“Do I need a condom or something?” You nodded to your bedside table, where he picked up the little metallic packet. He ripped it open, though struggled to get it on himself.
“Lemme.” You took him in your hand, slowly rolling the rubber down his length.
Hinata smiled shyly. “Thanks.” He lined himself up to you, feeling the heat of your pussy against the tip of his cock. He knew nothing was going to change really once he pushed into you, but still he nervous. He took one last deep breath before pushing inside you. “Oh fuck.”
Even after feeling your pussy on his fingers and on top of him, he couldn’t believe how wet and warm you were. How tight you were. He’s never felt anything like it in his life. The way your pussy squeezed him made his breath hitch. He rocked his hips slowly, wanting to adjust without accidentally humming too fast again. He was very afraid of that happening; he could already feel his balls getting heavy, aching for release.
“You feel so good, Sho,” you moaned. And you meant it, you weren’t just trying to make him feel good. He was a nice size, giving you a little stretch. His ass and thighs were strong from years of playing volleyball, making each thrust have weight to it. He loved the way you sounded moaning his name; he was motived to hear more sweet sounds from you.
“She likes when you play with her clit,” Bokuto offered. Hinata almost forgot his friend was there he was so tossed in you. He nodded and followed Bokuto’s instruction. He pressed his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles over it.
“Fuck, Shoyo, just like that,” you gasped. It took everything in him to not bust. He moved faster knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. Bokuto was loving watching you get worked up. It was hotter to see you get fucked by his friend than he thought it was going to be. He shifted in his seat as his pants started feeling tighter.
Suddenly you gasped and moaned his name. Your pussy squeezed him impossibly tighter as you came around him. Hinata couldn’t hold himself together anymore. He moaned you name as he came for the second time. He slowed his hips, milking every last bit of his orgasm. It was easily the best he ever had. He knew having sex would be different from jerking off, but he couldn't believe just how much better it felt to cum with someone.
“You’ve officially ruining jerking off for me,” Hinata said breathlessly. Both you and Boktuo laughed.
“You were so good, Sho,” you told him, “You made a girl cum your first time. Not many guys can do that.” Hinata was beaming; he could hear you talk about how good he was all day.
“So, pretty good birthday present, huh?” Bokuto teased.
Hinata nodded, “The best.”
“Y/n had so much fun with you, might just let you fuck her again.” With that, Hinata was sure that Bokuto was the best friend in the entire world.
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tetzoro · 5 months
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THE LAKEHOUSE : DAY TWO — ༉‧₊˚.
ft. kuroo x reader + guest starring : bokuto, akaashi, and iwaizumi !
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after a semi good nights rest, you’re ready to take on the new day. but as night falls, the true horrors start to come out of the shadows.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. unprotected sex, pet names (princess, baby), fingering, praise, mention of overstimulation, creampie, supernatural violence — WC : 7.2k
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.゚
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“knew i’d find you here.” kuroo quips, the sound of branches snapping following in his wake as he gets closer to you. you don’t bother looking up at him, your finger neatly tucked behind the page you were almost done reading. “you always did love to read like a book a day here.”
but he was always patient, joining you and sitting next to you on the rock you loved so much. it was right on the shore, hidden behind some overgrown bushes. your own lil spot to nestle in and hide from the boys whenever they got too rowdy. nothing but the sound of the waves chasing the shoreline. you and kenma usually found your sanctuary here but it didn’t take kuroo long to find your secret hideout. 
“and how can i help you, kuroo tetsuro?” as soon as you finish the page, you turn it before closing the book on your finger — marking the spot you were on. you finally look up at him and a smile takes up his face, perking up that he finally had your attention. 
“come join us for lunch.” he looks at you expectantly. you smile back, taking your bookmark and easily sliding it in place of your finger. the wind almost knocked it out of your hand but you were quick to clutch onto it. “then maybe we can go out on the boat. bokuto wants to go tubing.”
“oh god.” you groan, standing up. you stretch your limbs high up into the sky, your shirt riding up a bit and showing a sliver of skin. “remember the last time we went and he flew off? he said we abandoned him for days after that.”
“you did!” bokutos voice rings out. you whirl around and see him stomping over. “but i see how it is.
“anyway.” kuroo rolls his eyes. “iwa is going to take the boat, i won’t be joining you guys today.”
“what?” you couldn’t help but frown a little. kuroo had been glued to your side since you got here yesterday and a selfish part of you wanted to keep it that way. “why not?”
“i have some things to handle.” he sighs, sharing a brief look with bokuto before looking back at you. “the real world demands it.”
“oh. well, let’s go eat then so you can get back to the real world, then.” you tease, looping your arms with his and bokuto’s as you lead them to the cabin.
akaashi was already in the kitchen, giving you all a quick greeting as he finished slicing up some bread for sandwiches. you knew he wasn’t going to individually make everyone their own sandwich, but you appreciate him getting everything set up.
“alright, foods all prepped so come-“ akaashi starts, getting cut off by kuroo and boktuo racing toward the sandwich. bokuto never held any restraint when it came to food, and kuroo hated whenever bokuto took all his favorite food, so there was usually fighting involved.
you and akaashi share a knowing look as they bicker. some things never change. you smirk as iwa silently makes his way in between the two, grabbing his own things for his sandwich. miraculously, it shut them up and the rest of the process went smoothly.
“so what are we doing tonight?” you ask, wiping your mouth with the napkin as you finish your meal.
“let’s have another fire!” bokuto cheered, some food stuck to his cheek. akaashi hands him a napkin, which he graciously takes. only to crumble it in his hand. “we can tell more stories.”
“alright, we can do that.” you smile. you look over at kuroo who was intently looking at his watch. before you can say anything, he beats you to it.
“i have to go handle this work stuff.” he sighs, getting up. there’s a chorus of boos sung around the table and he just rolls his eyes, his hand patting the top of your head as you stick your tongue out at him. “none of that now kids, i’ll be back before you know it. have fun tubing!”
kuroo walked out of the cabin and headed towards his own, leaving you with the other boys. after a few more sandwiches and an outfit change, everyone was ready to hit the water.
tubing went as well as expected. iwaizumi was a great captain, steering the boat and trying to get bokuto to fall off again. he looked the part too – sporting a nice pair of sunglasses and a somewhat sinister smirk, thoroughly enjoying his role in driving everyone around.
the hot summer sun was beating down on you so you didn’t mind splashing into the water, letting it cool you down. bokuto on the other hand, resented everyone for it.
akaashi was pretty good at it, somehow managing to stay on. but no one could beat kuroo, who to this day has never been kicked off. everyone always teases him that cats hate water so of course he’d claw onto it, but really, he was a baby when it came to the open water.
you wondered what he was doing while you were all outside. a part of you felt sad that he had to be locked away in the cabin to handle some of his work, but you know how that can be.
a splash broke you out of your thoughts, your head whirring to the source only to find an empty tube and a disgruntled bokuto submerged in the water. 
akaashi broke out into laughter as iwaizumi turned the boat around, ready to fish him out of the water you couldn’t help but giggle at him treading in the lake, a steady glare set on iwaizumi .
“so close.” iwaizumi smirks at bokuto as he climbs back onto the boat, absolutely drenched in water. his swim trunks stuck to his thighs, his arms crossed as he was shivering from the wind hitting against his bare skin.
“what happened to not falling off this year?” akaashi asked with a little smirk of his own. you just roll your eyes at both of the boys and go to pick up a dry towel.
“shut it!” bokuto snapped, a pout growing on his face. you give him a sympathetic look, feeding into his ego as you wrap the towel around his shoulders. “at least someone still loves me. thanks princess.”
“i thought you had it for a second-.” iwaizumi started, casting a glance at akaashi. “but someone told me to floor it.”
“akaashi?!” bokuto screeched his name, looking over at him like a wounded owl.
“i thought you could handle it.” he shrugs, knowing damn well he couldn’t.
“you guys are so mean to me.” bokuto sits on the chair and you quickly sit next to him, shooting a glare at the other boys.
“they’re just jealous, bo. you held on for the longest out of anyone today!” you nudge his shoulder with your own, a small smile growing on his face as he soaks up your compliment.
“yeah, you’re right! i did.” his smile grew as he puffed out his chest a little bit. the boys rolled their eyes at your antics but you didn’t care — you all knew the price to be paid when bokuto was feeling down so you did what you could to avoid it. they’d thank you later.
as everyone finished drying off a little, you looked out along the bay. thoughts swirling with memories from over the years once again as you feel the sun start to seep into your bones, warming you from the inside out.
your eye catches cabin number 2 and nostalgia wraps around you like a warm hug. even though that place had a sense of dread to it — you wanted to check it out. and since it was still daylight, it was probably the best time to go. right?
“hey, let’s go to cabin number 2!” you exclaim, pointing straight toward it. iwaizumi hums in agreement, already steering the boat towards it. the waves weren’t too choppy today, but it was enough to make you want to stay seated.
“wait!” bokuto yells, all attention falling onto him. “it’s, uh, you know, haunted! so, we shouldn’t go there.”
“what?” you turned to look at him. “we used to go there all the time. besides it’s the middle of the day, there’s no way a ghost would be out right now.”
bokuto looked at akaashi who just shrugged in response. bokuto sighed in defeat, sitting back down in his seat, shaking his head.
“fine. kuroo’s going to be mad we went without him.” was all he could say.
“so? we just won’t tell him and we can all go later, okay?” you look at him, a smile blooming on your face. “if you’re scared, i’ll protect you, dont worry.”
and with that, you all set off towards the cabin. the dock was in pretty rough shape but you managed to tie the boat down on it. iwaizumi hopped out first, holding out his hand to you to grab so he can help you down next. 
but bokuto beat you too it, grabbing his hand instead.
“aw, thank you iwa.” bokuto smiled and batted his eyelashes at him as he got off the boat. iwaizumi scowled, rolling his eyes as he ripped his hand from bokuto’s, sending him towards the cabin with a playful shove.
“let’s try that again.” iwaizumi said, holding his hand back out. he gave a pointed look to akaashi who just held up his hands in surrender. you laugh, taking his hand as you land onto the dock. you look off at the cabin and start making your way towards it while you hear akaashi land softly behind you.
the cabin was the same as the last time you were here, maybe even a little worse for wear. the roof looked like it was caving in on itself and the porch was slowly rotting away. everything about it screamed for renovations, but no one has touched the place in years. you almost felt bad for it, in a way. 
it’s a shame too, because it looks like it could be beautiful if someone had put the work in. but, the “curse” scared most people off. over the years, the group of you had tried to investigate it. half of you trying to debunk it while the other half eagerly tried to prove it. but you were all still divided on the matter and you wonder if you’ll ever get a chance to investigate it with them again – or if that chapter was closed for good.
iwaizumi was one of the ones that had always been against it, along with daichi. but even iwa looked a little on edge as you explored the grounds. your thoughts drift as you look around, wondering where all the time went. but then you remember one of the reasons why you wanted to come here, the book.
the last time you saw it, it was in the cabin. after narrowly avoiding a spiky bush, you make your way in, careful to climb up onto the porch that looked like it could give out any second.
“oi! what are you doing?” you heard iwaizumi shout. “get down before you get hurt.”
“i’m fine! i’ve done this a thousand times before.” you wave him off, making your way forward. you manage to get inside, the door still unlocked – if you could call it that. you distinctly remember bokuto breaking the handle one time you guys came here. he had gotten so spooked he snapped it right off.
you enter the cabin, looking around at all the dust collected linens that were wrapped around whatever furniture was still lingering around. you take a couple paces and look at the fireplace mantel – the last place you had seen the book. 
but it was gone.
dust lined the mantel except for where the book used to be, a perfectly square patch of dust-free space. whatever happened to it, you can tell it was recently taken. you hear akaashi call your name outside and start to head back out, a defeated look on your face. the three boys were waiting for you.
“well?” akaashi asked, watching carefully as you make your way back down the rickety steps. they were all ready to spring into action if necessary. but the porch preserved another day and you made your way back down safely.
“it’s gone.” you look at him, a small pout forming on your face. “did one of you guys take it?”
“nope.” bokuto said, almost too quickly. but you shrug it off. 
“that sucks.” you brush past them, looking around the property a little more. honestly, you don’t know why you used to be so scared of the place. everyone would come down under the veil of night which made it a little spookier but other than that, it just seemed like any other cabin around here.
the trees that lined the area seemed a little thicker than the ones you’re used to, the density looking more intense than the ones around your house, almost encasing the land like a small fortress. 
your foot caught on something, causing you to stumble a bit. you easily catch yourself, looking down at the root protruding out of the ground. part of you wants to kick it for tripping you, but you hold yourself back.
a little ways away from the root, there were a few paw prints pressed into the ground, fresh tracks of some animal that had recently ran through. you crouch down to get a better look but they don’t look like anything you’ve ever seen before. it reminded you of chicken feet, but the size wasn’t right. these were far too large for that.
after looking at it for a moment, you move to go tell the others. but something stops you, ties you in place, body completely frozen. the air turned sour, something crawling into your windpipe and trailing down your throat. the hairs on the back of your neck rose up, sending your senses into overdrive. there was one thing that was very clear right now.
you were being watched.
“hey did you-” bokuto starts but is cut off by your yelp. you whirl around and see his face full of surprise. his face grew serious, standing protectively in front of you while taking a quick glance around. “what happened?”
“oh, nothing.” you look around nervously, your eyes searching the tree lines to see if your fears were valid. but there wasn’t anything there. “nothing.”
“didn’t sound like nothing.” akaashi said, coming up behind bokuto with an inquisitive look. he looked a little on edge as well – maybe the property was haunted.
“fine.” you huff, as iwaizumi joins you all. “i just felt like someone was watching me, that’s all.” the boys looked around as well, not finding anything that could be lurking. you roll your eyes, feeling dumber than you did before. “okay, let’s just get out of here, alright?”
the boys unanimously agree, everyone piling back into the boat and ready to decompress around the fire once again. you take one final look at the cabin, a chill running up your spine as you swore you saw something move into the trees. 
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kuroo came back an hour after you did, the sun setting as golden hour showered over him. you move to get up to greet him but bokuto beats you to it, rushing past you and pulling kuroo aside.
akaashi tries to grab your attention but it’s locked on them. it was clear bokuto was panicking over something, trying to keep his voice low as he rushed out his words. kuroo was listening intently, responding with the same sort of frantic urgency.
“what are they talking about?” you ask akaashi, not tearing your gaze away from them. iwaizumi looks over at them too, holding his knife as he stops whittling his stick – the one he deemed to be the new marshmallow stick.
“it looks serious.” iwaizumi nods. akaashi looks between the two of you before sighing.
“it’s nothing.” he concluded. “probably kuroo filling bokuto in on the work call he had. it was with the jva and bokuto likes being in the loop.”
you nod, accepting his answer. akaashi gets to work on lighting the fire, suddenly setting it ablaze. the kindling from the stick iwaizumi was whittling catches light as it comes to life.  the crackling overpowers the silence, drawing you in as you feel a protective warmth wrap around you.
“you always make the best fires.” you smile, holding your hands out toward the flames. 
“my little secret.” he smirks, holding up the little blowtorch he uses to light the kindling.
“don’t ever let bokuto or kuroo touch that.” you laugh.
“way ahead of you.” he points to the mini label on it, one that very clearly says : AKAASHI’S. DO NOT TOUCH.
“and that works?” part of you wonders if akaashi is just stealthy enough in general to hide it’s existence altogether.
“surprisingly. but honestly, i just don’t think they’ve figured out how to light it.”he shrugs, tucking it away for now.
“sounds about right.” you both reclaim the seats you took last night. the evening chill was starting to set in and prickle against your skin. as if he had a sixth sense, kuroo came by and gave you a blanket before taking his seat next to you. you give him a small thanks and he just smirks at you.
“don’t need you stealing my flannel every night.” he teases. you roll your eyes, a sinking feeling in your gut. you wrap the blanket around your shoulders and already miss the warmth that his flannel brought, not to mention the cozy scent of his cologne.
tonight was a little tamer than last night, the events from earlier tiring you all out. kuroo seemed to have the most energy and went on to talk about one of his many stories. 
“get this,” he started. “i gather all the best players from our generation and have them all face off in a giant match.”
“oh, i’m IN!” bokuto exclaimed. 
“that sounds like it could be fun.” iwa nods, “if you can keep everyone in line.”
“well , that’s why i have you, isn’t it?” kuroo teases. iwaizumi can’t argue with that so he opts to take a swig of his beer, quickly finishing it and crushing the can.
“sounds like i have my work cut out for me.” he sighs, getting up. “i’m gonna head to bed early, don’t wake me unless someone is dying.”
“but-.” bokuto starts, his mouth full of marshmallow. iwaizumi shoots him a look, effectively ending whatever conversation he was about to strike up. you can’t help but laugh, waving iwaizumi off to bed. the rest say their goodnights and everyone slowly starts giving into their exhaustion.
akaashi and bokuto head off as well. bokuto gives one last look to kuroo who just nods in response. you look at them inquisitively but they just ignore it.
“ready to go to bed, princess?” kuroo asks, putting out the dying fire. you nod, standing up, wobbling as your heel presses into uneven ground. kuroo’s quick, catching you by your elbow and steadying you on your feet. the proximity throws you off and you're looking up at him in awe. “careful, don’t go falling for me just yet.”
“oh i-,” you watch as his smirk falters for a second, wondering if his flirting had gone too far but you quickly break out into a smile. “wouldn’t dream of it.”
“atta girl.” he laughs, backing up a bit to give you the space you didn’t want. you just roll your eyes and start heading back up to the cabin, kuroo in tow. 
the day winded down and so did you – or at least, you tried to. that looming feeling was back as you started getting ready for bed. invisible eyes resting over every inch of your skin, trying to poke and prod for your attention, almost beckoning you to find them. something pricked at the base of your neck, a silent alarm telling you to stay sharp.
fear twisted in your gut, pushing against your body as it tried to find a way out. it was never like this here, never any uneasy feelings or anything to be scared with. the lake was always a fun place to go for the summer, nothing but laughter with the boys you had grown to love so much. 
but now, something wicked was seeping into the fond memories you held, threatening to consume it with viciousness. you just hoped that was the end of it. your mind races back to what you saw in the woods, doubt washing over you as if you had made it all up.
“hey do you-.” kuroo’s voice rang out in the otherwise deadly quiet cabin. you were so lost in your thoughts that you forgot he was here. you let out a squeal as he speaks. “easy there, it’s just me. you okay?”
“i’m fine.” you rush out, heat rising to your face. “you just scared me, that’s all.”
“didn’t realize i was so scary.” he laughs lowly, taking a step closer. “but i don’t buy it. you’ve been on edge ever since you came back from your boatride.”
“no i haven’t” you lie as he looks down at you expectantly. 
“yes, you have.” he lets out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “look, bokuto told me you guys went to the cabin and that something had you freaked out.”
“that little tattletale…” you trail off before look back up at him. the sincerity in his eyes throws you off, not expecting him to take everything so seriously. “it was stupid.”
“no it’s not, tell me.” he urged. there’s a loud snap outside, and you practically jump into kuroo’s arms. instinctively, he wraps his arms around you, soothingly rubbing your back. part of you felt embarrassed, heat rushing to your cheeks. but the other part of you didn’t care, safety nestled in his arms. “okay, seriously, what’s going on?”
you hide your face in his chest, not letting up from the hug. he lets you calm down for a moment. everything was telling you to run, your body on high alert. all you wanted to do was lay your head down on the soft pillow and wake up fresh in the morning – all of this unease set far behind you.
“it felt like someone — or something — was watching me. and i’ve been on edge since.” you sigh. you can hear him gulp, nervousness trickling into his own body.
“oh.” he says and you immediately want to kick yourself. “don’t worry about that, i’d never let anything happen to you.”
and you believe it. you nod as he pulls you closer, letting him hug you once again. you can breathe a little easier.
“can i-“ you clear your throat, trying not to sound so small. “can i sleep with you? in your bunk?”
“oya? what’s this?” he pulls back, a teasing smirk on his face. you roll your eyes. you should’ve expected that.
“not like that, kuroo.” you break off from the hug and ignore his pout. “if you’re gonna be annoying about it, i can go see if iwa-“
“no!” he rushes out, eyes widening in surprise at his own little outburst. he clears his throat. “no, of course you can bunk with me. it’s your cabin after all, you can sleep wherever you want.”
“thank you.” you smile as he rambles, climbing into his bunk. kuroo takes a moment to catch his breath before joining you.
the bunk was narrow, barely enough room to fit two people in it, but you made it work. you move around to get comfortable, shoulders pressed together as you lay side by side. it was the best it was going to get given the circumstances. after whispering a quiet goodnight to each other, you try your best to drift off to sleep.
at some point, both of you had pivoted, his arm wrapped around you while you moved tucked into his side. you had only dozed off for a little bit – the summer sun draining you of your energy earlier. but now that you woke back up, there was no way you could fall back asleep now.
sleeping next to kuroo simultaneously made you feel more at ease and yet somehow still nervous but for an entirely different reason. the prying eyes from earlier melted away the more you nestled into the safety of his side.
but it only made you realize how good he smelled, how much you enjoyed his strong arm wrapped around you. the safety comes at a price — your sanity.
it was hard to tell if he was awake still or not, the room being too dark for your unadjusted eyes. part of you wanted to call out his name and find out but then what? all you really wanted to know if he was feeling what you felt. 
“hey kuroo?” you barely breath out, just in case he was asleep. he hums in response, the vibrations traveling to your cheek where it rested on his side. “you awake?”
“i am.” he whispers back, tiredness seeping into his tone and bringing it down a few levels. you move a little closer, trying to see his face. the room was so dim you could barely make him out until you were almost right in front of him. he offers a small smile, his eyes carefully watching yours. 
the tension was thick, clogging your throat and taking away all the words you wanted to say. he must’ve felt it too because he opened and closed his mouth a few times. the tight space had you feeling comfortable with him already, a sense of closeness you hadn’t really shared with him before that gave you the sense of security you needed.
“hey kuroo?” you whisper again, he hums in response. “is this okay?”
before he answers, your leg wraps over his own, nestling further into his side. he stiffens for a moment before relaxing in your hold. 
“yeah, uh, that’s more than okay.” he pulls you in closer so you’re curling against him now. his chest steadily rises up and down, but you can feel his heartbeat accelerating. you smile softly, enjoying the effect you have on him, one that no doubt mirrors your own.
“what about this?” you slowly adjust your body so you're laying on half of him, your bodies pressing together. he swallows thickly as he feels the heat from your cunt against his thigh.
the room was spinning and he couldn’t take it anymore, a thread of control snapping as he feels your body so close to his. he wanted more, and so did you.
“kuroo have you-” you pause, catching your breath, trying to settle your racing heart. “have you ever thought of me as more than a friend?” 
“you kidding?” his breath hitches, “i’ve always had a thing for you, i just figured you didn’t feel the same.”
“really?” you breathe out, your heart beating out of your chest. “no, i feel the same way.”
his fingers dig a little deeper into your hips, pulling you flush against his body. your core brushed against his hardness. the sheer length of it had your cunt clenching around nothing, something warm spreading through your body and melting in your abdomen.
“feel that?” he groaned, “that’s what you do to me.”
you didn’t get a chance to say anything, his lips crashing against yours in a fiery kiss. you laid on top of him, mouth moving against his as your head swirled in a haze. the tip of his tongue swipes along your bottom lip, begging to be let in. you open your mouth, letting his tongue explore your mouth and invade your senses.
his hand cusps the back of your head, bringing you in closer so he can kiss you deeper – not wanting a moment to go to waste. he’s been waiting for this moment for so long, and he was planning on soaking up every minute of it. 
your hands caress his face as you continue to kiss, breathing into each other's mouths as you grow more passionate, dancing along the brink of insanity. you wanted to fall with him, let this feeling carry you down whatever abyss it led to. as long as you were with him, you knew everything was going to be okay.
“kuroo-.” you gasp out, your palms pressing along his chest.
“yeah?.” his lips hover over your ear, his nose bumping against it as he moves down your neck — pressing little kisses against your skin. 
he’s moving your hips against him now, ensuring you can feel the vein that runs along his cock. your mouth waters at the thought of putting him in your mouth.
“please,” you moan as your clit catches against his length.
“please, what?” he breathes, looking up at you with a hunger in his eyes that has a chill running up your spine. “you gotta tell me what you want.”
“you.” you gasp as he tug off your shorts, leaving you bare. you move so he can finish sliding them off you. “i want you.”
he hums, his palms sliding down your back, curling around your bottom before resting on the underside of your thigh. 
“look at you, you’re all wet f’me.” kuroo rasped in your ear, his finger sliding along your entrance, collecting your essence. his eyes stay on you as he draws his finger back, putting it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, letting out a satisfied noise. “so, so good, so sweet.”
“kuroo, please.” you gasp out, needing nothing more than for him to give you what you wanted. what you’ve always wanted. “don’t tease me.”
“aw, but i’m enjoying myself.” he smirks, his hand trailing back down between your thighs. his thumb catches on your swollen clit, jolting at the touch. “and i think you are too.”
“but i need more.” you whine, your hand moving down his toned body. 
“then why don’t you tell me exactly what you need, hm?” he asks, slipping his finger inside. you moan as he slowly pumps the digit in and out. “gotta use your words, princess. let that pretty little mouth tell me exactly what you need.”
“need you to fuck me.” you whimper, starting to ride his finger. you try to stay low on his chest, the bunks not the best place for this. but you were so ready, so needy for him, that you didn’t care. 
“poor baby,” he adds another finger, starting to stretch you out. “need me to help you out?”
“yes! please kuroo-.” your fingers curl around the waistband on his basketball shorts, trying to tug them down. he lifts his hips, allowing you to slip them off along with his boxers.
kuroo’s cock springs free, landing against his stomach. your hand instinctively reaches for it, watching as it pulses with need the closer you get. you wrap your hand around him and let out a low hiss.
“go ahead then.” he watches you eagerly, moving his cock so you can slide it between your folds, trying to coat it with your slick. he groans, hips rutting into you slightly as you glide along.
the position was cramped and awkward, but the feeling of his throbbing cock nestled between your thighs made up for it. he pulses with need again, letting out a strained noise once you line him up with your entrance.
his eyes trail down from your face to where the two of you are finally connecting, watching himself bury his cock into your awaiting cunt. you both let out a moan as he bottoms out.
“shit-,” he groans out your name, hips digging into your sides. “so tight.”
“oh my god, kuroo-“ your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling so stuffed full of him already. you gently rock your hips, the most movement you can muster up right now.
“call me tetsuro, please.” he bites his lip, trying to contain himself.
“tetsu-“ you mewl, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as you call out his name. “fuck me.”
he doesn’t respond, instead, grabbing your hips he starts to drive up into you. your moans sound so sweet as they wrap around his head, urging him to go harder. but he needed to have more control.
he moves to try and flip positions, but miserably miscalculates the small space that the bunks provides. the two of you fall off the bed — kuroo breaking your fall as you get dragged down with him. he let out a soft groan as his back hit the floor. 
“shit! you okay?” kuroo tries to hold in his laughter. but you let out a giggle that he can’t help but let one slip as well.
“i’m fine.” you smile up at him, wrapping your arms around him. need still burned in your body, to feel him fill you up again.
“i’m usually a lot smoother but,” he looks down at you with a little smirk, successfully switching positions, his arms encasing your head as you lay on the soft rug. “oh well, i wanted you underneath me anyway.” 
he lined himself back up, sliding back in with a groan.
“tetsu, s’full.” you mewl, tossing your head back against the floor. “keep going.”
and he does.
he leans down to kiss you once again, his hips moving quickly as his arm loops around you, pulling you closer to him.
“did you ever let sakusa fuck you, huh?” he asks, driving deeper into you, his tip kissing your cervix. the fullness sends your eyes to the back of your head, a low moan tumbling from your lips.
“n-no.” you choke out as he repeatedly hits that one spot. “just you, tetsu.”
“good.” he leans down and captures your lips with his, a hungry kiss from a starved man. he can’t stop kissing you, not even to speak as his words flow into your mouth. “you’re so good.”
“m-more!” your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into him as you try to pull him in deeper. you clenched around him as he went faster, unable to hold back his groans.
“i’ve wanted you for so long.” he starts saying as he keeps fucking you. “as long as i can remember. but then you left for so long, all i could do was wish you’d come back here, come back to me.” he nibbles against your neck, leaving a mark in his wake. “and you finally did, and now i never want to let you go.”
“i’m not going anywhere tetsu,” you gasp, nails digging into his broad back. “just wanna be with you, that’s all i’ve ever wanted.”
“well you’ve got me.” he kisses you deeply, hips starting to move more erratically as he nears his end. but he can’t stop, his fingers moving down to your clit, twirling the nub between his deft fingers.
“fuck!” you whine loudly, back arching up into him as he brings you to the edge. “tetsu, i’m so close.”
“go ahead and finish around me, princess. let me feel you, please.” he starts to babble, mind hazing with pleasure. “need to feel you cum on my cock.”
you cry out his name, tightening around him as you finish. he fucks you through your orgasm, drowning in your sweet cries of his name. he doesn’t want this to end, but he feels his balls tighten, his hips stuttering against yours.
“m’gonna cum, fuck, where do you want it?” his voice cracks with need as he’s on the cusp of release, waiting for you to tell him what he desperately wants to hear.
“inside, please! tetsu, cum inside of me.” you whine, overstimulation starting to bite at you. 
but the look on kuroo’s face as he came was worth it. his mouth hung slightly open, eyes flitting to the back of his head as he drives himself all the way inside of you. 
he fills you with rope after rope of cum, quickly burying his face in the crook of your neck, groaning out your name. his cock pulses and twitches inside of you, trying to give you everything your cunt was sucking in.
after a few moments, he slumps onto you, using his elbow to try and keep most of his weight off of you. both of you have to take a minute to catch your breath. 
kuroo looks at you fondly, sitting up a bit as he caresses your face. he pauses to give you a soft kiss, taking his time to pour his feelings into it.
“you’re so beautiful.” he pulls apart, eyes searching yours again. your feel heat rise up to your cheeks.
“tetsu.” you giggle, moving to hide your face behind your hands. he’s quicker though, gently holding your wrist and pinning it back to the ground.
“no, no. no hiding.” he smirks, pressing another kiss on your cheek. “too late for that anyway, you’re stuck in my sights.”
“fine.” you can’t help but smile at him, the look in his eyes making your heart feel warmer. “now, help me off the floor already.”
“sure thing, princess.” he gives you one final kiss, slowly sliding out of you. he watches his cum pool up at your entrance, threatening to spill out. he quickly pushes his fingers in, mesmerized. “don’t want to make a mess, though.”
“tetsu, please.” you whine at the feeling. he retracts his fingers with a light laugh, opting to grab your shorts off the bunk and helping you put them back on. he grabs the shirt he was wearing earlier and slides it over your head. 
“come here.” he practically purrs, pulling you off the floor and into his arms. “i’ll even tuck you into bed, all safe and sound.”
“you better.” you laugh, resting your head on his chest. it’s over all too soon as he lays you down into his bunk, sliding his shorts back on before crawling in next to you. 
“goodnight princess.” he smiles, tucking you into his side and pressing a kiss against your forehead. you nuzzle into him, finding sanctuary in his arms.
“goodnight tetsu.” you yawn, curling your arms around him before dozing off.
but sleep shortly escaped you, disturbed by the sound of crying coming from the distance. kuroo must’ve heard it too because he was sitting up in his spot next to you, listening intently like a poised dog ready to run.
“what the hell?” you ask, sleep coating your words. “tetsu, what’s going on? what is that?”
you can feel your blood racing, your heart working overdrive. kuroo didn’t move, didn’t answer you. instead he just looked towards the direction of the noise.
part of you wonders if he feels what you’re feeling. the adrenaline starting to course through your veins, fear trickling into every crevice of your body. there was some oddity to it all, the way the noise petrified you but was also distinctly familiar, like something from your dreams. or nightmares.
you shake your head, reaching out to touch kuroo’s arm. he finally blinks, finally looking back at you, broken out of whatever trance he was caught in.
“let’s go see.” kuroo suggests, starting to get up. he’s putting on his socks and grabbing another shirt, looking back at you who's still firmly in place. “you coming?”
“tetsu, this is how people die in horror movies.” besides it all, you can’t help but make a little joke right now. fear was warping your mind, making everything seem like it wasn’t quite of this realm.
“you scared?” he slips the shirt over his head in one easy movement before grabbing your pants and tossing them to you. you stare at it for a moment before you get up to get dressed. 
“no.” you lie. or partially lie, because a part of you did feel a little curious about what was making that sound. in a few moments, you’re dressed and ready to go, taking kuroo’s outstretched hand.
“let’s go.” he grabs a flashlight, and leads you out of the safety of your cabin. as soon as you stand outside, everything becomes more real. the noise grows louder with each step you take, something swirling around in your gut as you get closer. 
kuroo gives your hand a thoughtful squeeze but has no hesitation as he presses forward. you admire his confidence in a time like this, the focused look on his face, curiosity swimming in his mischievous eyes. you can’t help but get a little distracted along the way.
“it sounds like it’s coming from oikawa’s cabin.” you whisper, looking up at kuroo. his face was still stern, but his worry lines started to take place. “maybe we shouldn’t-.”
“no, we need to see if iwaizumi is alright.” he says, “and i’m not leaving you alone.”
“tetsu, you’re scaring me a little.” the wind races past you, shoving you forward. you freeze, not letting kuroo walk anymore until he tells you what’s going on. “talk to me.”
“it’s a long story,” he gulps, “we need to get everyone together and then i can explain everything okay? i thought we’d have more time.” 
he said the last bit under his breath as he pulled you behind him. you had no choice but to follow him. 
“more time?” you ask but you’re meant with silence. there was a loud thwack, followed by a blood curdling scream that sounded far from human. “tetsu-.”
everything happens so fast. kuroo takes off in the direction of the scream with a vice grip on your hand. 
something raced off in the woods beside you as kuroo dragged you along. your attention shifts, trying to find it again but it’s almost as if it was running alongside you — weaving in and out of the trees, hidden from sight. but you could hear it.
there was a sickening crunch as you saw the creature soar through the air. iwaizumi was standing in place, holding up the baseball bat he had just used to hit it.
“did you guys see that? what the hell was that?” he asks, whirling around towards you and kuroo. “you guys alright?”
“come on we need to get to bokuto’s.” he says, turning around and leading you away from there. he had your hand in a vice grip right now, you couldn’t break out of it even if you tried so you just went along with him.
“hold up!” iwaizumi calls out, his voice strong and filled with a simmering anger that had ice filling your veins. “explain.”
“i’ll explain when we get to bokuto’s!” kuroo fires back. the three of you dash through the forest, across the cabin properties. you can hear something running behind you.
you couldn’t look back even if you tried, keeping up with kuroo and iwaizumi was enough of a challenge. your heart was beating out of your chest, confusion swirling in your mind.
whatever attacked you guys wasn’t human, you weren’t even sure if it was from your world — if that was possible. so many questions popped into your head. 
but the one that bothered you the most was, how the hell did kuroo seem to know about all of this?
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icyowl · 2 years
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Bokuto sees you cry for the first time
Pairing: Bokuto x reader
Request: “I saw the u were doing prompts and I RAN over here. Maybe a Boktuo seing reader cry for the first time, him being the cause of it? I really like the “If you’re gonna hurt me, can you please make it quick?” one... maybe? Too specific? Comfort at the end?
I feel like I ask too much. Your writing is awesome. BYE” 2.8k words.
A/N: I’m sorry if it has less description than most of my other stuff, I had a lot of the dialogue written and so the description had to be added in.
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Your heart drummed to a steady war beat when the front door lock began to grate and shimmy. It had taken hours to process your thoughts, wade through the downpour of disparaging emotions, and tonight had been the singular, simplistic straw that had finally broken apart the last of your strength and left you considering anything that might resolve the gap that had split you apart from the man coming through the front door.
Bokuto looked at the outfit you’d had no energy to change out of after tonight's blunder, the makeup you wore, the cloudy eyes looking back at him, mutely screaming their struggles with cries of air and dust. “What’s the occasion?”
“You didn’t get my messages?”
He remembered seeing it in the bottom of his bag when he was packing at the end of the day. “Crap, sorry baby, didn’t even check my phone.”
“Wh-here were you?”
Even now Bokuto had little haste or worry while he came into the room, bags and shoes and other items cast away in his casual wake. He’d always been perceived as the ditsy one by others, but you knew that was simply a misinterpretation of his joy and enthusiasm. It was what made loving him so easy–it was infectious and you wanted to be around that kind of person always. Right now, though? Not only was his absentmindedness obvious… it hurt. It hurt to have such powerful sadness and strife in your mind and heart while the guy across from you didn’t even feel attuned to your enough to register a problem in the first place. “Finishing up some stuff at the gym.”
“And that’s why you didn’t check your phone?”
Only now did Bokuto begin to feel the calmest breezes of his mistakes. He felt like he was walking through the shadows, right into a trap. “I know its stupid, I won’t let it happen again.”
“You said that last time.” You spoke like a wind had passed through your bones. The frustration and self-pity descended to a cool numbness that had made your tone ghoulish and dead. He didn’t even sound apologetic. Was all this–the trust, the vulnerability, the affection and secrets and late night whispers–all for naught? Were you doomed to be little more than part of a statistic when it once seemed the man in front of you was so different from the rest?
“What’s up? You seem kinda down?”
You would have laughed at the audacity he was showing.
“You said you’d come to dinner tonight, remember?”
“Oh, no…” Bokuto brought his hands into his hair in a show of genuine apology, “your friends were there, weren’t they? The ones you wanted to introduce me to?”
“Yeah.”
“Why don’t I take you out to dinner tomorrow at your favorite place to make up for it?”
The silence that occupied the space between you two lasted far longer than it ever had before. Bokuto for his credit was beginning to see how his actions had truly distorted you beyond what he could endure. Your face, though he couldn’t see it clearly with the angle you were holding it at, was altogether broken and flat. He knew he had caused it but any attempts he would or should have made to bring you back to him left his mind in a vacant whoosh. Bokuto was afraid to do anything at all because he knew himself and he knew he wasn’t good or skilled enough to fix the damage he had caused to your heart. All he had done was to try and save you some heartache and just like so many things before, he’d messed it all up. Convincing you to be with him was the best accomplishment he’d made and here he was squandering it.
“What aren’t you telling me? I know somethings up, so why won’t you talk to me?”
“It’s not like that.” Bokuto left his spot on the couch in a need to create space. There was a chance the emotions he’d been hiding could catch fire and burn you whole if he wasn’t careful. “I’ve just been busy! There’s no reason to worry about me.”
“Can you sit down with me? Please?”
And how on earth and in heaven could he deny you when your eyes spoke so cleanly? There was a wobble in your throat when you spoke next and he was sure your bodies had become linked over time because his own voice box began to burn with emotion too.
“I’m not saying this in a way to make you feel bad, so please don’t take any of this the wrong way, okay? I just, I felt really embarrassed tonight. When they saw me calling and calling, they all looked at each other like they pitied me–or thought I was pitiful–I don’t know. They told me you didn’t deserve me, and I know that’s not true. I know you’re amazing and kind and funny and everything I could ask for… but I’m not… I don’t think our relationship is where it used to be or where it should be.”
“They don’t know what they’re talking about.” Bokuto cut in. “We’re great together! I’m sorry about tonight, I really am, but it was an honest mistake!”
“Was it?”
The silence was thick. His anger began to take over the other thoughts telling him to stop, to speak the truth, to hold you and refuse to let go. Such implications in your voice began to strike his insecurities repeatedly… it made him defensive… viscous. “What?” He asked incredulously.
“I texted Hinata. You left the gym early today.” Your voice was quiet, deadly.
“Then why did you ask where I was?”
“Because I was hoping you’d tell me the truth! Why am I finding out about your day from your friend?”
“So you trust his word over mine?”
“When you skip out on me three times in the last month, yeah, I turn to your friends to get a little insight! Especially when you won’t talk to me!”
“Then tell me to my face if you have a problem!”
“I’ve tried! You’re never home or you never answer your phone or you try to hang up right away. I just want to know about your life and be in it. Why is that so bad?”
“Because you don’t need to be in this part of it!” Bokuto tried to speak the truth without using any of the needed words, like some sick and twisted guessing game. He was trying to save you some stress and grief and all that got accomplished was making you angry. All the secrecy and sacrifice and all Bokuto got in return was venom and distance between the two of you. He couldn’t deal with that, not from you of all people.
“The volleyball part?”
“Yes–ugh, no!”
“You were contacting the physical therapist again, weren’t you?”
“Why do you wanna know so bad?”
“I’m trying to tell you! I want to be in your life! So what if you’re talking to a PT, I don’t care!”
“Fine, you found me out! I was talking to my physical therapist, there, happy?”
“Of course I’m not happy, you felt the need to lie to me for some reason! I was left alone tonight, feeling like a damn moron in front of all my friends. If you’re just talking about physical therapy with your physical therapist then why all the diversions?”
The fear and wildness in your eyes could only be matched by the same feelings Bokuto felt in his own heart. You didn’t know that, however. How could you? All you wanted at the start of this day was to show off your boyfriend to your friends and gloat a little because you knew the absolute catch you’d managed to snag, and now you’d be lucky to get back to that level of trust with him at all… maybe you’d consider it a win just to end this night without tears. As well as you and Bokuto fit together, as bright as the passion burned, the relationship was still relatively young. He didn’t need to see you cry. Yes, he was hurting you right now, and try as you might to show him what he’d done, you still adored those amber eyes spearing into you, those silly knee pad/leg warmers, the energy and the light so often radiating from him–the same kind you seemed to be snuffing out. How could you feel guilty about your actions after what he was doing to you? Were you really in so deep as to worry about his feelings in the midst of such an argument?
“Dr. Haruka didn’t have a problem when I couldn’t meet with her.”
And just like that, you didn’t feel nearly as bad about hurting his feelings.
“When did that happen? You told me she lived across the country.”
“She does. She travels a lot, we were gonna get lunch together again but I had a date with you.”
“You’ve met her and you never even told me?” You asked.
“Oh it’s not like I’m sleeping with her, although maybe I’d be less stressed if I was.”
Your heart exploded. Figuratively, obviously, but the pain felt very literal. It was the kind that left you all at once in a swift wave before drowning you in the next moment. You made an unfamiliar noise of anguish in spite of your attempts to keep everything behind the facade but Bokuto realized his mistake long before then. He rushed to you, too scared to touch you yet wanting to be there all the same. You were folding in on yourself physically, mentally. Bokuto could almost see the walls going up around your heart with the express purpose of keeping him at bay and he felt his knees grow weak for a reason other than soreness this time.
“Shit, no, I didn’t mean it like that, wait–”
“I don’t feel–” you swallowed to try and clear a path so you could get even half a good breath in. The desperate action stung and burned like acid. “--very good right now. I’m going to take a bit of a break.”
Bokuto wanted to stop you but was afraid what you would do to lash out if he did. You escaped to the bedroom, a scared and weary stray in search of something, anything, that might take you away from here. He never imagined in his worst nightmares you’d ever try to get away from him; it made his strength vanish with you until he could do nothing but watch the door close more gently than he deserved.
Now that you were shielded from his potent gaze the ocean you’d kept away flooded you, body and soul, until it burst vigorously from your eyes. Your chest spasmed with the feeble effort of keeping it all from completely overtaking your system; it didn’t work. What did escape was a soft and delicate cry that betrayed just how weak you’d been made to feel. Those words hurt more coming from him than anyone else. Bokuto had seemed to say it so easily; you knew he was a good person and it was unintentional, but it was hard to focus on that when the pain was insurmountable. Even now with him out of sight you couldn’t stop feeling small, miniscule even. How could he say that, even as an accident? How could one person hold your heart so completely?
Bokuto was at the other side of the door now after he’d heard a sound that made his belly quiver like he’d run until he was nauseous. “Are you crying?” Another wimper of pain came through the door. “No, baby, please, please breathe for me, that was uncalled for.”
You spoke out through the tears before you could stop yourself. “If you’re gonna hurt me, can you please make it quick?” It was a terrible thing to say, but then again, you felt pretty terrible yourself. If this was it and he really wanted to end things with you, you hoped he’d hear your pleas and still possess enough affection to spare you even a little. What you didn’t know was how much those words would take him by the throat and strangle the life right out of him. He bit into his fist hard enough to leave teeth marks.
God damnit he wanted to rip this door off the wall–maybe he could have, but he didn’t have the spine to try the handle to see if it was locked. Bokuto knew if it was, it might just break him in two, and if it wasn’t then he’d open the door and more than anything he respected you enough to value your privacy… even if it aged his soul by the second to do so. He’d done all of this to you and it wasn’t even his intention. What if, in some twisted reality, he actually tried to hurt you? How much harm could he cause? He felt evil for doing this to you. Every cry he heard nearly drove him positively mad and physically ill.
Undeserving couldn’t begin to describe his emotional state. Still though, even if you hated him from now on, he’d do what he could with the tools he had to ease your troubles. “My chest–it hurts not to be able to get to you. It feels weird, I’ve never–just, open the door if you can.”
It took time, but when you did, he felt a little bit of life carried on the breeze and inhaled back into his body. “I’ve never heard you cry before.” He said, rather than pointing out your inflamed face or aching eyes because in truth he didn’t even notice any of it. All he knew was how small and unprotected you looked. Before, Bokuto couldn’t tell the truth and it had gotten you to this point, so in his perhaps simple mind, the way to fix it was to do the opposite.
“It’s my knees. First the right, now both have been bothering me. It’s why I’ve gotten better compression sleeves, and why we haven’t… you know. That’s all Dr. Haruka and me have been talking about I swear. Coach referred me to her because she’s the best, but because she’s so good, she’s super busy. If I don’t talk to her when I can, it can be weeks until her next availability.
“It’s not just the occasional meetings either. Doctors, PT, and massage appointments, phone calls, prescribed exercises, rest, ice; I didn’t want to do any of it at home and have you find out. I was hoping if I didn’t answer the phone, you’d think I was practicing. I’d even wait after practice for the marks from the knee braces to go away so you wouldn’t know.” Then he disappeared without a word and you were left stunned until he came back with his phone in hand, thrusting it to you. “Here. Look at the messages so I can prove there’s nothing that’s been going on between her and I. Look through it all if you want.”
After everything that just happened, nothing was left but the final vestiges of strength you had to stay upright. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and forget this happened.
“Can…” Bokuto began with trepidation. “Can I hug you? You’re still crying a little and it's kinda killing me not to be over there.”
He acted like ‘over there’ was several miles instead of several inches. It was endearing and very much like him. The tiniest of nods was all you had time for before he swooped down and all but threw you into his chest. You had a bit of a hard time believing his knees had problems at all when he picked you up and sat down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap. The lack of composure and strength still made you nervous to be seen like this, so closely now too, but his touch was gentle on your cheeks while he patiently dried and then kissed them.
“I know I did and said the wrong things and it hurt you. I’m sorry for causing you pain. Seeing you like that, because of me? I felt like a stranger to you. I mean who would do that to their girlfriend? I–”
“It’s ok–”
“It’s not okay. It’s not. Seeing you like that, it felt like someone had my heart in their hands and they were just twisting and pulling and yanking. I’ll tell you about everything, but right now you and I need some cuddles.”
Bokuto unceremoniously flopped back with you held tightly to his chest. There was little more to do other than get comfy and listen to the sound of his strong heart under the shirt in your hands. A tiny snicker seemed weird coming from him in the moment and you looked up into a pair of blazing eyes.
“It’s just kind of funny to think about it. She’s married with kids, and just celebrated her 58th birthday.”
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klutzykozume · 2 years
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featuring: bokuto x gn!reader, kuroo, kenma
warnings: slightly suggestive (just a comment kuroo makes), kuroken (homophobes be gone)
length: ~700 words
“continuation” of this
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2:51 am
[f/n]’s eyes flutter open slowly.
‘where am i?’ they think to themself. it isn’t until they feel something heavy across their midsection that they realize where they are. 
“bo?” [f/n] whispers quietly. they’re met back with silence. [f/n] reaches over to their phone to check the time. this drags a heavy sigh out of them.
bokuto stirs behind them, subconsciously pulling [f/n] closer. this causes them to freeze.
“are you okay?” bokuto’s voice is thick with drowsiness. 
“yeah, i’m sorry for waking you up” [f/n] responds.
he releases [f/n] and sits up with a yawn, “don’t worry about it. you’re more important than any amount of sleep i could ever get.”
[f/n] decides to sit up with bokuto. they start to slide out of bed until bokuto grabs their wrist gently.
“where are you going?” bokuto looks at [f/n] with his large eyes.
“oh, i was going to give you some space. so you can go back to sleep.”
bokuto gently pulls [f/n] back to bed, and they oblige, “let’s just lay here together, until you feel sleepy again” bokuto gives [f/n] a warm smile. he wraps an arm around [f/n], pulling them closer “since it’s just the two of us, i want to ask you something.”
[f/n] looks up at bokuto, “go on…”
“you and kenma were talking about me earlier, weren’t you?”
“what are you talking about it?” [f/n] fakes a confused look.
“if i’m wrong about this, please don’t get mad at me,” bo starts, “but you have crush on me don’t you?”
“i…” [f/n] takes a deep breath and looks away from bo, “i do, and if you don’t feel the same i totally-“
bokuto turns [f/n]’s face back with his finger, “can i kiss you?”
“please,” [f/n] responds with a whisper.
bokuto leans closer to [f/n], but stops just as his lips ghost [f/n]’s, “are you sure about this?”
[f/n] takes the initiative of placing their lips against one another. it was a soft and timid kiss. neither person wanted to rush it. it wasn’t too long, but it wasn’t short either. the kiss seemed to satisfying both person’s wants. the two part from one another and bokuto places his forehead against [f/n].
“think you can go back to sleep now?” bokuto sends a teasing smile to [f/n].
this pulls a small laugh out of [f/n], “i don’t know about that anymore. i don’t know how you expect me to after… that”
bokuto presses a soft kiss to [f/n]’s forehead, “i’ll take you out tomorrow if you try to get some more sleep”
[f/n] cuddles up closer to bo, “as partners?”
bokuto chuckles quietly, “would you like to be my partner, [f/n]?”
[f/n] presses a small kiss to bokuto’s cheek, “yes! i thought you’d never ask”
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12:17 pm
kuroo raps on bokuto's door lightly, "please don't be naked. i'm coming in." he finds bokuto and [f/n] still asleep. boktuo is laying on his back and [f/n] is curled into his side. bokuto's arms are wrapped securely around [f/n]. kuroo makes his way over to bokuto.
"dude, wake up. we're hungry," kuroo shakes his best friend.
" you know where everything is, make yourselves some breakfast," bokuto looks over kuroo, noticing kenma not too far away from him.
"he gets a partner and forgets about us," kenma nudges kuroo lightly.
"at least i'm out in the open with my boyfriend," a sleepy [f/n] looks at the duo in front of them. "i know you and kuroo are together!"
"come on, i'm starving," kenma pulls on kuroo's sleeve, his cheeks dusted a light pink.
" you win this one [f/n]," kuroo sticks his tongue out at them, leaving the room with kenma.
"told you they were together," bokuto chuckles.
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a/n: i lowkey hate this because the second part of this disappeared on me and i couldn’t remember all of what i wrote
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spikesbimbo · 3 years
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Soft sex pt.1   pt.2
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Tags: cuddle fucking,cockwarming, morning sex, big dick!meian, bath sex, makeup sex, praise kink, hurt/comfort, pussy job
a/n: vanilla is not something to be ashamed of, its way more common than you think, you don't need to be doing kamasutra every night to keep the spark. none of that daddy shit in this. Srry : /
i also don't proofread, i h8 reading works right after i finish them, so let me know if anything's wrong.
NO KINKY FREAKY ASS SHIT 
**ONLY SOFT SEX BEYOND THIS POINT**
18+ Minors DNI
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-Hinata
….Morning... sex. mmhmm
He could usually control his morning wood
But after being gone for so many days, finally coming home to see you, it was impossible
You woke up after you heard a few groans, feeling him rut into your back, turning over to see his face flushed and cheeks red, whether it be from getting caught or his activities 
So you decide to help him as a good s/o should
But you're also tired… 
So you just pull your pants off and tell him to go at it, not too rough because you had to work in the afternoon.
-
“Baby, you okay?” you faintly asked, turning around, eyes trying to open after hearing him make some noises. You hated when people disturbed your sleep, which you oh so loved, but your boyfriend was an exception, sometimes.
But what you didn't expect when you opened your eyes was catching him, red faced, with his hand in his boxers trying to make it stop. Looking like he was in a lot of pain, so your quick mind got on it, not wanting to see his face in any more discomfort.
“Here” you said, shuffling your back into him while pulling down your panties, setting your ass on his bulge, grinding a little to get him to hurry up. Knowing this was the only way you could take care of him.
“You sure?” he asked already putting his cock into you being needy as ever, which indeed you thought was cute in way but him stretching you out made you respond by pushing yourself even more against him, bottoming out which both of you let out some moans and curses, softly saying them as he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving you a minute before he started moving.
“S-shoyo”  you quietly gasped, holding onto the pillow as he pushed himself into you trying to close your eyes and relax, slowly but restlessly, getting deeper in you with every thrust. Leaning back into him his arm now moving around your chest, angling himself to where it felt good. 
His thrusts felt agonizingly slow, teasing almost, as he shoved his face into your shoulder, groaning how good you felt. “fuck, baby m’gonna cum.” he whined out. The pressure in his hips getting stronger with you clenching around him.
‘s’okay, hurry up and cum baby” you cooed, feeling him grow in you, wanting him to feel good, moving your hips back to catch his. “fuck-k” he finished, the warmness spreading into you, some dripping out onto your legs, slipping on the bed.
“You good now?” you giggled after some time, him finally sporting a smile instead of a frown. “thank you...” he shyly muttered out, turning you around to face him, wanting to see your pretty face.
“Can u wake me up at 3?” you asked, giving yourself another hour to get clean. Already being put back because you had to come in earlier today.
“Yeah cutie.” he said, putting it on his phone, you too worn out to do anything but stay still, now facing him while he snuggled into your chest, his head right under yours, finally getting the rest you deserved.
-Atsumu
You were a sensitive little thing, loving how rough and needy he got with you.
But sometimes you needed a break, it hurting too much leaving you sore.
But you're also a fiend for him okay?
who wouldn't be?
Jumping on him every hour of the day.
So you go and straight up, atleast try to, tell him that you want him to be easier with you.
But you were also embarrassed of it, being so needy for him, also not wanting his ego to get any higher than it was,  due to you basically you telling him you needed him everyday.
And he's like ok!! on it (¬‿¬)
-
“What wrong pretty girl, hmmm?” he asked, pulling your waist closer to him, dragging his hand on your upper thigh, fingers finding the outline of you panties under that skirt you were wearing. Him wondering why you looked so distraught just walking up to him.
“Tsumie” you said ignoring his question, bringing up your own, trying your best to get it out only for it to get caught in your throat.
“Hmm?” he responded turning all his attention on you, his gaze making you even more nervous.
“I- um... was just wondering if you could- ya know....bealittlemoregentlenexttime?” you said, muttering the last part out, hoping he understood and wouldn't inquire any further. 
He paused for a minute, taking in what you just said, glad that you were comfortable enough to express your thoughts around him, pulling you closer until his face was to your chest, looking up at you with his eyes glistening due to the reflection of the lamp in them. “Right now princess?” he smirked much softer than he usually did.
“Here baby. You're gonna come with me, and i'm gonna take good care of you...real good care of you.” he said, playful traces underlying his words, getting up from his chair while picking you up with him, hands under your thighs already causing a problem. Yes you loved dom, rough atsumu but when he was sweet and gentle, that was a whole nother story, as you could prove right now.
He gently laid you on the bed, taking all your clothes off, kissing all over you until you were wet enough, before attempting to “test” you with his fingers. To which you whined in protest, wanting him in you right now, wanting to feel his warmth inside and out of you.
He positioned himself on top of you, listening to whatever you wanted, fully settling himself inside after sometime, giving you time to adjust to him. He started moving his hips back and forth, his view of you beneath him being picture perfect, as you could say them the same before leaning down into you, muttering words of praise and affection in your ears. The only sound you responded with was moans and cries, but the look in your eyes, the look of want and need, the baseline for love, told him what he wanted to hear, but it wasn't enough.
“Thank you for putting up with me, you know i love you, huh? tell me baby.” he said not rushing you wanting you to feel at ease with him “Tell me you know i love you” he finished, desperate undertones in his words, looking at you with those big sweet eyes.
“I-i know you... love- me.” you choked out, his soft thrusts still hitting you deep, knocking on your cervix, but it felt so good; being in eachothers arms,  hitting all the right spots, his breath in your face entangling with yours, feeling more connected than ever. Before you knew it the two of you had finished more than once, now resting in eachothers arms, a 
“You feel good baby? He asked, an airy smile plastered on his face, you trying to do the same moving closer to him so he could hear you, arms still wrapped around each other.
“yeah.”
 -Kiyoomi
You loved him so much, even when he was a meanie
And he did the same, internally grateful that he was lucky enough to get someone as sweet as you.
Which is why he was making up for the argument he started earlier today.
Not meaning anything he said, just stressed and taking it out on you : ( not knowing how to apologize with words.
So he does what he knows you love, but you never ask him bc you don't want to bother him. 
You loved him touching you and vice versa, but you respected his wishes and only did it when you two were alone, even holding back in private too, not wanting to bother him.
So he gives you want you want, a physical form of an apology, another way to express his feelings. 
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“shh..” he tenderly mumbled into your ear, the one he’d been kissing on for the past few minutes, the sloppiness of it that you loved. Your chest to his back, being completely nude with your legs spread open, one of his hands pinching your nipple while grabbing the rest of the flesh around it.
The sweat and tears adoring your face, masked in pleasure, trying your best to look up at him only to receive a kiss on the head.  
“Yoomi~”�� you sofly cried, clinging on your hands back onto the fabric of his shirt, the one that he got back from his press conference in, the one that he came back in a bad mood, immediately taking it out on you.
His thumb played with your clit, two of his long fingers sliding in as well, leaving you more of a mess then you were already in, his voice accompanied, encouraging you to. He curled his fingers into you, not roughly but hard enough to make you feel it. Your other hand shakily grabbing onto the arm he was blessing you with.
You were such a sweetheart for him, an angel he thought. As soon as you walked in the room he could swear he saw a halo around your head, looking at you long enough to where he could bask in your beauty, but short enough to where you couldn't tell.
Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you, being such a bad boyfriend that can't attend to your “needs”, feeling like a dead weight on you. But the way you followed him around like a lost puppy, expressing your love for him in ways you knew he would like reassured him that you were the one.
“-omi” you moaned, legs now shaking, holding them in place with his arm, his fingers working faster while his hand was still cupping your breast squeezing it every once in a while.
“Come for me love.” he warmly mumbled into your ear, taking a break from kissing down your neck, his marks accompanying the glistening of your skin, being the prettiest sight in his eyes. You freezed up in his arms, finally letting go of his shirt, your head rolling back as far as it could. You ultimately getting the both of you dirty, your cum being now a puddle beneath you two, not having the energy to fret about it.
He lets you rest in his arms after your high, lightly resting his head on top of yours, giving it another kiss, gently holding you leaning into you before whispering a faint “Im sorry.”
-Bokuto
This is regular occurrence for you two
Yes, he fucks the shit out of you, but lovingly < 3
You two always express your love for each other through touch, being intimate leaves to you in a daze.
But after he wins a game and sees you in the crowd so excited, a big smile appears on his face, feeling grateful to have you in his life.
He shows you how much he appreciates you
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“i love you....so much” he said, dragging your clothes off, eyes following you like a needy puppy, his shirt hanging on by one of his arms still in it, the rest of him naked. 
You could only giggle in response, taking off the bra yourself, seeing that he was trying his hardest too, not wanting to take any longer. “Ko, baby what about you?” you said referring to his state letting out another laugh. His hair even more messed up from taking off his hoodie faster than  you've ever seen, looking like a little kid trying to dress themselves.
“baby.” you murmur, your hands landing on the sides of his face, into your space, trying to bring him back to reality for a second. “I'm always gonna be here, always... so you can take your time” you finished, seeing he finally took your suggestion as he stood up.
He took off his shirt, now being fully naked for your eyes to admire. But before you could let your hands touch his chest he grabbed them, softly pulling you into his lap, wrapping his big arms around you while letting his head rest on your shoulder.
You got the hint and relaxed as he lined himself up with you, moving his head so that he could see before pushing himself inside trying to hold back his eagerness. “feel good?” he asked thrusting in you a little, the blush covering his cheeks as he held your body closer. 
“yeah...feels so good.” you faintly whined out. “...only you could make me feel this way” 
His big frame melted into yours as he started moving, your words being music to his ears, his slow strokes making you feel his need. You leaned your head on his shoulder too, slightly moving your hips with his, wanting to feel him even deeper.
His hands moved to your ass and the top of your back, gripping them firmly against his soft movements, letting out moans as he felt you clench around him, the soft flesh being the only thing  keeping him grounded. 
“F-fuck baby” he started before you cut him off with a “shh, you can cum.” trying your best to seem stable with the way he was fucking you, bouncing on him, hitting those seep spots over and over.
You felt him release, the wetness dripping down your thighs falling onto his, hearing a few curses and moans along with it, giving you puppy dogs eyes asking if you'd let him fuck you again, and of course you couldn't say no.
He kept you in this position for the rest of the night so he could hear all the words of affection, the praise you said he deserved, moaned into his ear. The scratch marks and bruises being the only physical trace left, reminding him of the love you two shared.
“You did great bo.” you said with a smile, sitting in his lap, eyes fluttering as you feel asleep along with him. His grip on you was still tight, kissing you on the forehead, his way of letting you know how much he loved you.
-Meian
Date night yayyyy
Anyways, he’s admiring how beautiful you are, thanking the gods for giving you to him
And he wants to show you how much he worships the ground you walk on, taking it nice and slow, as usual, but this time it would stay like that.
Even if he tries to be gentle with you its still gonna hurt for a min.
Poor baby :’ (
But its okay cause he’ll dote on you and coo in your ear of how good of a girl you are for taking him. :  )
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“Please, meian.'' you whined, grabbing onto his chest, sweaty skin linking you two together, thighs connected to his hips. Rubbing your bare self on his length, the lace panties you had on being long gone, tossed somewhere on the floor.
He couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night, the outfit you had on hugging you just right, the skin peeking out every so often, his hands wondering all over you to your obvious enjoyment; and on the ride home he couldn't keep his eyes off your lips. The gloss shining bright in the streetlights, your natural pout shaping your pretty little face, so innocent, reminding him of all the times you weren't.
“shhh... its okay, I got you angel. We can take it slow, okay?” he said already reading your mind, knowing how his pretty girl thinks, holding your weight making sure you didn't slide down him too fast.
He let you do whatever you wanted to your heart's content, it was always about you, he'd always go along with what you wanted, never doing anything you didn't. You wanting to ride him out of the blue, wanting to take it at your pace. He was more than happy to provide, you usually letting him do whatever he wanted to you, its only right that he returned the favor.
“You good doll?” he groaned, only the tip being in you right now, trying to accommodate his size, even though you were wet from him jumping on you the minute you walked through the door. His hungry eyes not leaving you once, picking you up while shoving his lips on your soft ones, hands raking through your clothes, his hands pulling them off till you only had your panties on.
“Ease up baby, look... “ he stated, his grip on your hips with his big warm hands making you melt into his touch, distracting you from your end goal. “m’sorry... im trying to go faster” you let out, a few tears following while you froze in place. Your mind racing with the thoughts of this not feeling good for him, only you, instant regret flooding your train of thought.
“No, no, no angel,” he started worriedly, wanting to take care of you as he should, leaning up against the bed frame now being face to face with you. “its all about you okay? don't worry doll it feels good for me too, I'm not as impatient as i seem” he said, a slight laugh accompanying him trying to lighten the mood.
“here, lemme move all the way inside you, then you can do whatever you want alright.” he somewhat asked. You nodded, holding onto his shoulders as his hands and hips moved, slowly filling you up, now trembling in his grasp. The stretch making you whine, feeling his balls against your ass, already rutting into him letting out a few moans while he leaned back, thinking you were the most precious thing he's ever seen, a slight smirk now on his face.
“Alright angel, im all yours now.”
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bakubabes-tatakae · 2 years
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Here are my own current Bokuto brain rot thirsty ass thoughts.
I also find "hair down" Bo just kicking it into level 2 sexy overdrive mode...especially after his shower.
Morning Glory wood-- like I refuse to believe this man doesn't deal with morning wood. Best time in my opinion to get a session in
Domestic Bo and your grandma and aunts are just spoiling him with food at your family get together. Of course once he manages to sneak away with you. He makes it up to you.
Frustrated Bokuto that doesn't want to "talk it out" only wants to fuck it out. No he aint mad at you...could be work related frustration.
Bokuto's cock print in sweatpants that is all...
Let me just say something about all of these real quick. Delicious. 🤤
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Hair down Bokuto is like no other and he knows just how much it drives you wild. He'll take his shower in the morning before he heads off to practice, but he leaves his hair as the last thing that he does. He loves the way you drool a the sight of it as you both get ready for the day. And this man is not above doing a little morning make-out session if you catch him at the right time. But don't think you're gonna get a make-out session in with him that doesn't usually always end up with a toss in the sheets. This man will literally pick your ass up and carry you over his shoulder back to the bedroom if he has to. A morning session will keep you both good for the day. He'll remind you that going to work after stress relief means you'll have a better day.
And the mornings that you wake up before him are always fun. I agree, I refuse to believe that the man doesn't have the most glorious of morning wood. And I also refuse to believe that this man isn't absolutely thrilled to be woken up by you straddling his hips and taking advantage of him. As soon as those spongy walls engulf his cock he'll be feral. His hands will dig into your hips and keep you in place while he completely takes over, his hips bucking hard into you.
He would be the most spoiled of people at family functions. Your whole family forgets that you are even there once Bokuto is in the room. He's the type of guy that you take home to make your family proud. Bokuto will eat anything and everything they make for him and he'll never ever tell them no. His family knows that the key to his heart is food so it's basically bombarded on him. But once he can finally get away he'll be sure to take you to the nearest field to hide from everyone to remind you that you'll always be his one and only focus in life. You're his and he won't let anything make you forget that. He's extra rough as he pins down, just his jacket between you and the ground. He wants you to scream, he wants you to scratch. No one is around to hear you, let it all out.
When he comes home from a bad day at work you can always tell when he's stressed. The way he carries himself around the house is different, the way he talks to you is different. You know the one trick that will always make him feel better. It's not "Ko... do you wanna talk about it?" it's "Ko... do you wanna remind me just who's the boss around here?". He'll never turn it down, never ever. This man wants to fuck all the hatred and stress out on you and you'll gladly let him. Frustrated Bokuto is a whole new animal in bed and you crave for it. You hate to see him stressed, but the way he wraps that hand around your throat and tells you how greedy you are, makes your loins ache. "Who the hell do you think you are, huh? I'm the god damned man in this house, aren't I?"
And PLEASE, the times he walks around the house in his sweatpants are delicious. This man is packing and nobody can change my mind on that fact. There's always a perfect definition of that thick cock in the front of his sweatpants and the more you tease him around the house the more prominent it's going to be. Just let your hand graze over it and he'll be like putty for you.
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Thirst Hours Are 24/7 😈
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wholesomeivygreen · 2 years
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It was a long day, and coming back home to your big fluff ball was all you needed. On placing your shoes in the shoe rack you called out to him
"Bo? Are you home?"
And there it was a loud thud and tapping noises which made you smile thinking he must have been excersing in the shared bedroom.
"Y/N I MISSED YOU SO MUCH" engulfing you in a hug that almost took your breath away...literally, was sweet but somehow today, that seemed to not have any effect on your sour mood. Being with you for three years made bokuto perceptive to your subtle mood changes, the slight forced smile you gave was such the indication. Smiling he let go and ushered you to the bathroom saying to freshen up.
As you felt the warm water sliding down your back you felt the door click.
"Bo?"
"Hmm yea lovebug. Is it ok if I join you?"
Reluctant but you knew you couldn't say no to him
"Hmm yea"
As he entered, body slowly getting drenched with made his abs and built figure look chisled and shiny. As he came behind you he rubbed circles on your back knowing it soothed you.
You leaned back into his touch letting him access to your nape which he gladly adorned with kisses of love and comfort.
"You know, I love the way you fit into me"
"Hmm?"
"I love the little smile you have when you cook, the nose scrunch you do when you want to beat a level in the game you play, I love the way you do your best in everything even if it's hard. I love your drool in the morning that you blame on the dog. Love the Lil dance you do when you eat your favorite foods, love the blush that you carry when I praise you for something you worked hard on"
You were lucky you were in the shower because it carried your tears with you.
"I love everything about my Lil starshine and I wouldn't change anything about you" he said as he hugged you, sobbing into his arms you knew, despite his absent mindedness he made yku the happiest you've ever been and that's all that mattered.
That you love him and he loves you.
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sadpotatoreads · 2 years
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This is when I realized Tanaka and kiyoko were meant for each other.
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bokutosleftpinkie · 3 years
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Genre: Angst
Character: Bokuto Kotaro
TW: cutting, depression, mental breakdown, please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable
“I can make it better if you hold on for me baby,” Bokuto looked at you with a sad look on his face.
Your sobs broke his heart. He had known you weren’t feeling good mentally, yet he still insisted on leaving for work and leaving you by yourself on your day off.
“Please make it better Kou,” Tears fell down your cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t be sorry,” He gripped your hand. “It’s my fault for not being here with you.”
You shook your head as you sobbed. Bokuto held out your arm to look at the damage you had done to yourself. Scars and open wounds littered your forearms, making his stomach churn at the sight. Blood ran off your cuts and onto the bathroom floor. He was glad you called him at practice instead of enduring the pain by yourself. He rushed home as quickly as he could manage.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Then we can go cuddle and watch something, does that sound good?” Bokuto asked, standing up to grab a wash cloth to wipe the blood off of you.
“Yeah,” your voice sounded small, soft, and broken. Bokuto felt like his heart had been ripped into pieces and the sound.
He turned on the faucet and held the rag underneath it. Water began to soak through the soft little towel. He had his back turned to you, but he could still hear your little sobs.
Bokuto turned off the water and squeezed the towel, letting the extra water pass through it. He then turned around to face you. You had calmed down a little, not sobbing anymore but tears still streamed down your face at a rapid pace.
He sat down on the bathroom floor in front of you and gently asked to see one of your arms. You agreed and slowly held it out to him. Bokuto lightly pressed the wet cloth onto your damaged skin, making you hiss. He wiped all the blood away leaving just the wounds to air out.
He took your other arm and did the same thing. Once both arms were rid of blood, he stood up to fetch bandaids, leaving you on the floor.
Not even ten seconds later, he was back in front of you wrapping your arms up carefully, not wanting to hurt you more than you already were.
One he was done, Bokuto looked up at you with a soft caring look. “Would you like to go cuddle now?”
You nodded your head, weariness starting to take over your body. Bokuto repositioned himself so he was able to lift you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your hands automatically went to his hair. It felt soft to your tired hands.
He carried you to your shared bedroom and gently set you on your side of the bed. He climbed in on the other side of you and brought you close to him. Bokuto’s scent felt like home to you.
“Let’s go to sleep, baby. We can worry about everything tomorrow, is that okay?” Bokuto nuzzled his face into your neck as you lay on top of him.
“I love you,” you say as you nod. You truly meant it.
“I love you too Sweetheart. Now get some sleep,” He squeezed your body tighter as you drifted off to sleep.
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renaxwrites · 4 years
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Hello it's me again... Yes I'm always this annoying... Anyhow can I request hcs for Kuroo's and tsuki's and whoever else you want, reaction to seeing their S/O having a panic attack in front of them for the first time bc she hid it from them and didn't want them to worry but when they joke abt hating her she goes full on panic mode... Thx I think ur v talented I tried reading all of your stuff♥️♥️♥️👉👈 and yes I live for fluff😅😘😘😘
Panic Attack
- (Kuroo, Tsukki, Bokuto)
a/n: Don’t worry bby you’re not annoying! I changed it a bit, because though I don’t experience them personally, I feel like this issue is very serious for others, so I changed it a bit out of respect. thank you, hope you like it <3
warning: panic attack, panic attack symptoms
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Kuroo:
Normally, Kuroo seems to know everything, therefore often takes the reins on the relationship
After being together for a while, he feels like he knows everything there is to you, knowing everything that makes you tick
One day, however, all of his motives went out the window when he comes home 
He had just gone out for a minute to get you both some food, and finds you on the ground, violently shaking while curled up in a ball
He immediately drops his things and rushes over, but no matter what he did, you couldn’t find the strength to respond to him
In a state of panic, he frantically calls up Kenma, hoping he would know what to do 
Kenma brought him down to earth, telling him to “calm down first of all”, knowing that Kuroo panicking definitely wasn’t going to help you
After giving Kuroo instructions on how to calm you down, he was able to get you to slow down your breaths, and after being positively sure you were alright, asked if he had permission to hold you
Once you nodded, he engulfed you into his arms, letting you cry and let it all out onto his shoulders
After you regained yourself, you both had a discussion on what had happened
Kuroo definitely made a promise to both you and himself that he would be there to protect you, no matter what
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Tsukishima:
This little brat isn’t too into the physical aspect of the relationship, and you were okay with that
Yes, there were times when you would be touchy-feely, but for the most part it wasn’t too serious in the “touching department”
However, you got a serious text that set you off, triggering you into a state of mind you didn’t understand
One moment you and Tsukki were chilling on the couch, just basking in each other’s presence, and the next everything started spinning, as if all the air had been sucked out of the room
Quickly, Tsukki darts up and catches you, and curls you up so that you have your head between your legs
You couldn’t even comprehend anything that was going on, everything was muddled until you heard a voice
“Y/n. Listen to my voice. I need you to take deep breaths. In. And out. In. and out.” 
You listened to Tsukki’s voice, slowly calming you down as you followed his breaths
Soon, you were aware of the warm hands intertwined with yours, and you mustered up enough strength to look up, meeting concerned eyes just as a tear slipped
“You’re okay. You’re okay.” He repeated, as he move his hands to your head, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead. 
“What happened?” you asked, having no clue what happened to you
He explained that you suffered from a panic attack, then when you asked how he knew what to do, he simply put it as, “one of his many talents”.
“Don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you”
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Bokuto:
This would probably be a similar situation to Kuroo
Mans is loud af, and is pretty much always goofing in your relationship
However, he instantly went serious/protect mode when he comes back into the room to see you drop to the bed
He instantly calls Akaashi, not only because he would probably know more, but because he wanted to make sure he could actually help you
Akaashi quickly gives him a brief run-down of what to do, and then Bokuto hung up and was instantly by your side
As frightened as he was to see you suffering, he had to remind himself to stay calm for your sake
 He spoke loud enough so you can hear, but not too loud
He also began to slowly massage circles through your hair, reminding you to take deep breaths
His voice and touch calmed you down, and the two of you remained in this position until you broke your trance
Once it was over, you began to cry, apologizing to him
He was shocked for a second, but took you into a bear hug
“Babe, don’t you ever be sorry for that. If anything, I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t know what to do at first. But now I know how to help you, whenever you need me.”
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captainchuuya · 3 years
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— MY ROOMMATE :
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Fandom : Haikyuu 
Genre : Fluff
Pairing : Bokuto x Reader 
A/n : Thanks to Alex for giving me some ideas for the story and Elle for correcting my bad grammar lol. This is my first time writing so please enjoy asbdga. 
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You walked in the new dorm and tried to explore. After some time, you figured you'd pass by your roommate's bedroom and ask him if he needed some help unpacking. You stood next to his door frame, waving at him. " Hey! Need any help with that? " You'd ask, and he would simply nod with a smile.  After unpacking his stuff he asked you if he could help unpack yours too, and you responded with " That's really sweet of you but no thanks. I can handle it by myself, " Once he had left, you started unpacking your own things only to be met by distracting thoughts of your roommate.  " He's so cute! " "But he's loud too.." You said to no one in particular, clasping your hands to your mouth when you realized you had voiced out your thoughts. " E-eh?! What am I saying? I need to unpack my stuff! " Bokuto noticed that you had finished unpacking and gave you a bottle of water.  " For your hard work! " He beamed, offering you the bottle of water. You grab a bag of barbeque chips out of your bag. " Want some? " You asked, still chewing the barbeque chips inside your mouth. He nodded. " Oh? Yeah. Of course! " He replied, immediately digging his arm in the pack of chips laughing childishly. And with a mouth full of chips, he said,. " This is really good! " " Of course," You insert you hand inside the bag again only to realize that you'd finished the whole thing already. " Um, I finished the whole thing already.. Do you mind coming with me to the convenience store to buy some more? “ Both of you arrive to the convenience store, and suddenly; you realize that you had left your wallet in the dorm. "Be right back! I just have to grab my wallet real quick," You hurriedly sprint towards the direction of the dorms. Bokuto stops by taking hold of your arm. " I've got my wallet with me. " His grip on your arm loosened, " Don't worry! I'll pay," You both grab some chips, pay, and quickly run back to the dorm. Bokuto opened the door for you, " C'mon! " He said with a bright smile on his face.  "Thanks." You sat comfortably on the carpeted floor, motioning at Bokuto to sit beside you. Opening the bag of chips you had just bought, you laughed, " Come on, Bokuto! "  For a few hours you two sat there, talking about anything that came to mind. You let out a giggle that had been building up in your throat as Bokuto continued his attempt at dancing - and miserably failing at it.  Your eyes trailed upwards, and before you knew it - you were staring at Bokuto's hair. " Y/N? What is it? " That seemed to bring you back to reality. " Y/N, are you.. staring at my hair? " You nodded shyly and he chuckled, grabbing your arm and gently placing your hand on his hair. " ..It's fluffy. " You continued ruffling his hair until he suddenly moved away. " Sorry! It's getting really late, and we have school tomorrow. Let's hang out tomorrow! " You nodded in response and went to bed.
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cutietobio · 5 years
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May I request headcanons for dating Bokuto? Thank you!
thanks for the request, anon! I hope these are enjoyable! ❤️
BOKUTO
- He’s the type of boyfriend to call you at 3 a.m. and tell you he’s waiting outside so the two of you can go get ice cream at Mcdonalds.
- He’s devastated when the worker through the intercom informs him that the ice cream machine is broken, he’ll park in the empty parking lot and sulk while you watch him silently, sipping water. 
-His head will suddenly pop up from leaning against the steering wheel as he casually pulls up Google on his phone and searches how to curse a building.
-“Okay, say’s here we need three red candles and-” He wouldn’t go through with the ritual as he finds out he needs too many things for it and that requires too much effort on his part.
- Will slip love notes into your locker multiple times a week, the once you caught him doing it and he hid the note behind his back, greeting you with a suspicious smile as he backed away slowly.
- It’s cute because you know it’s him and he knows you know it’s him, but he likes to remain slick about it, makes him feel cool and who are you to ruin that? 
- So you’ll play along and turn to walk behind the corner, wait a few seconds, and then round the corner again to find him gone, knowing a letter will flutter out of your locker upon opening.
- Loves it when you come to support him at his volleyball games, you make sure to get the closest seat to the railings and cheer as loud as you can for him. It gives him extra drive during the game and his teammates are grateful that he hardly falls into his depressed states when playing with you around to keep him energized and hopeful.
- You’ll always be waiting right outside the gym doors after the match and you’ll both run to meet each other in an embrace, regardless if they won or not, he’ll keep a smile on his face with his arms wrapped around you. Either the hug is congratulating or consoling, he loves both.
- He’s very energetic, the once you asked him if he could take you on one of his morning runs and he made no attempts of warning you beforehand just how far he ran every morning. You couldn’t feel your legs by the end of it and he had the nerve of suggesting another lap because the first was just ‘a warm-up’.
- So when he exercises, you decide to just watch him. He’ll suggest doing one of those couple-friendly exercises where every time he does a push up you’ll be right under him to give him a kiss. You agreed to give it a go and the both of you ended up with aching foreheads upon bumping them together. Instead, you settled for a better method of sitting on his back as he did his push-ups.
- He’s a busy boi during the week, with volleyball practice and all, but he dedicates every Saturday as date day with you.
- He’ll take you out to exotic restaurants or places you’ve never heard of before, he always finds the best places especially those that have working ice cream machines. 
- One time he took you to an escape room and surprised you with his deductive skills in the beginning until ultimately he succumbed to the pressure and began pointing out the most irrelevant things: “That sock on the floor, it’s gotta mean something! I need answers!”
- Loves doing prank calls when you decide to just lounge around at the others house for a date, he’ll manage to get numbers of various people from different schools through multiple contacts.
- Ends up getting Uishijima’s number but it didn’t go too well:
-“Hi, yes. Captain? This is…”
-*Looks over at you as you mouth a random name*
-“…Kai? Yeah, from.. volleyball. I won’t be able to make it to practice on Monday, I found out I’m pregnant and my mom is furious.”
-“Bokuto Koutarou? Is that you? I heard you were looking for my number.”
-*hangs up slowly with a blank expression, ignoring your laughter in the background*
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rocorambles · 3 years
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Reciprocate
Pairing: Akaashi x Reader
Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Mafia AU, Kidnapping, Rape/Non-Con, Forced Impregnation, Objectification, Degradation, Humiliation
Summary: You should have known better than to think you could ever truly escape from him, especially when you carry something he treasures so dearly inside of you. 
You reminisce on the early days when you had met the beautiful dark-haired man, when you had been swept off your feet by striking blue eyes and a serene composure. 
Akaashi had never been just normal to you and you remember how he had made your head spin with the air of mystery he carried around him, how your heart whipped back and forth between the always surprising mixture of sharp blunt words and eloquent poetry he entrapped you with. He was a man full of surprises, truly multi-faceted and you remember watching in awe at how quickly he could go from easily and agilely maneuvering his toned athletic body in the gym to lazily reading classic literature with a hand posessively but gently wrapped around your waist as you curled up besides him on the couch. 
There are many words you could have used to describe Akaashi. But dangerous? Dangerous was not one of them. 
Funny how quickly things can change. 
Even as careful as Akaashi is, even he can’t foresee unexpected circumstances, especially when you are more entangled in the webs of his life than he ever meant for you to be. And he is forced to reveal who he truly is to you or kill you when you get caught up in things and with people who shouldn’t have ever even known you existed. 
You wouldn’t be the first woman he’s killed and his mind flickers to numerous dead bodies, corpses of prostitutes and other unfortunate women strewn about when things became too complicated, when they threatened his position and the safety of his clan. But he can’t bring himself to pull the trigger, can’t even bring himself to think about aiming at you. 
You’re not like the other fleeting distractions and for the first time ever, Akaashi Keiji breaks Fukurodani policies by revealing everything to you in the hopes that you’ll accept him as everything he is, that you’ll join him for the long run. 
Blue eyes storm over when you don’t look at him with the love and acceptance he expected of you, only fear and disappointment apparent in your eyes, and his hands instinctively clench into fists when you flinch away from him, scrambling to create space between the two of you when he reaches out to reassure you that underneath the terrifying family name and insignia, he’s still just him. 
Fine. You’re scared? He’ll give you something to actually be scared of.
His fingers dig deeper than necessary as they roughly drag and shove you, movements harsh and rough enough to make a very clear point, but never enough to permanently mark you. He likes his possessions as pristine as possible after all. And he smiles at how quick you are to go limp in his arms, obediently letting yourself be led when Akaashi’s silky voice patronizingly tells you what a shame it would be for your beautiful body to be decorated with bullet holes. 
You know who Boktuo Koutarou is, even if you’ve never physically met him. Everyone in your city knows who he is, his name whispered and murmured in the streets, tales of his erratic temperament and ruthless wildness spread far and wide. The Fukurodani clan has always been a powerhouse in the underground world, has always controlled your city with an iron fist, and Bokuto, even by Fukurodani standards, has more than risen to the challenge of continuing his family’s undeniable reign, garnering respect and fear even among the monsters that share his insignia. So even though you’ve never met him, you know exactly who you’re shoved to your knees in front of, who Akaashi reverently speaks to and asks for permission from to keep you at the base as his pet, and you don’t dare open your mouth or raise your head, absolute terror paralyzing you. 
Gold eyes peer at you in interest. Whores aren’t uncommon in the base, lewd moans and slick sounds sometimes making the base seem more like a brothel than the home of illicit dangerous business and Bokuto has always encouraged and rewarded his men with the best cunts money can buy especially after particularly successful or tiresome raids. But for as long as he’s known Akaashi, he can count the number of times the younger man has partaken in those base pleasures on just his fingers and even then, they’ve always been one night stands, brief flings. So he’s surprised, to say the least, when the dark haired man asks to keep you around as his little toy and he has a gut feeling that you’ll become a permanent extension of the family, but how can he deny the man who’s resolutely stayed by his side all these years, who’s pledged his life and loyalty to him? Akaashi asks for so little and if all he wants is for Bokuto to provide protection and surveillance for one more body to be happy, then so be it.     
You’re no stranger to sharing a bed with Akaashi, but this is different. You had always thought that he had been holding back with you, swearing that you saw a hint of something darker gleaming behind blue orbs only for it to dissolve away as you were swept away by sensual languid pleasure and gentle, attentive words. And you hate that you were right, voice going hoarse as you scream at the top of your lungs as you’re ruthlessly taken over and over again, a coldness in the eyes you had once loved that pierces deep within you, animalistic possessiveness in the way he marks you, long slender fingers leaving bruises in their wake as he holds your writhing body in place as he thrusts in and out of your abused lower lips. 
Day in, day out. All you know is a fitful sumber that exhaustion forces you into and Akaashi. His scent, his touch, his voice. You’re drowning in his essence. Dying. No. That would be preferable. At least there would be an end. And you silently grieve, unable to even cry real tears anymore when you wonder when this will ever end, if this will ever end. 
As much as Akaashi would love to permanently lay beside you, duty and appearances do call from time to time and he reclines across from Bokuto, watching the black and white haired man boisterously chat with Kuroo Tetsurou, the current head of Nekoma as scantily clad women surround the two men, dragging fingernails down their chests and shamelessly shoving their breasts into their faces in the hopes of gaining their favor. They sure do seem to be enjoying themselves and Akaashi grimaces when one of the prostitutes begins to loudly moan as she grinds against his leader’s swelling erection which doesn’t go unnoticed by sharp eyes. 
“Akaashi, don’t be so uptight. Why don’t I send some of them to your room tonight to help you loosen up?”
Bokuto knowingly smiles in amusement when he’s promptly rejected. 
“Ah, that’s right. You still have your cute pet. But you know Akaashi, pets are temporary. Don’t you think it’s time to make it a little more permanent? Maybe put a ring on it? Hell, I love kids. I wouldn’t mind having a few runts running around the base, especially if they’re yours.” 
Their conversation is interrupted by a rude scoff and Bokuto snarls at Kuroo’s taunting words. 
“Because God knows Bokuto isn’t having kids anytime soon. No woman could stand bearing his kids and listening to his loudmouth for the rest of her life.”
Akaashi tunes out their bickering as the gears in his mind churn. 
He had kept you on your birth control pills, not wanting to disturb his time with you as he broke you in and figured out exactly what his plan for you is. He knows he loves you, knows there’s no life for him without you. But he wasn’t a dreamer. He’s fully aware just how dangerous his life is, how impossible it is for the both of you to be able to grow old together, how much more likely it’ll be that both of you end up dead side by side in a turf war gone wrong. Yet now all he can think of is what you’d be like as a mother, how you’d look pregnant with his children and when your pills run low, he tears your prescription to shreds in front of your eyes. 
You have more fight left in you than he thought you would and he’s enraged by how much you despise the thought of carrying his children, every desperate plea for him to not cum inside of you while you’re unprotected, a direct insult to him and his love for you. All he sees is red as he breeds you over and over again, stuffing you full of his cock and his seed, never stopping until you’re filled to the brim with the sticky proof of his adoration, stomach heavy and sloshing with his declared affection. 
Turbulent emotions ransack you and you wish you could blame it solely on the hormones raging throughout your impregnated body, but you know it’s deeper than that. It had been so easy to become numb to being used, being known as nothing more than Akaashi’s pretty pet, being the victim of a cold, ruthless stranger you realize now that you never really knew. But it’s agonizing to once again see the hints of the man you had fallen in love with and your heart aches at how gentle and considerate Akaashi is to you once more as your belly begins to swell, a comforting hand rubbing your back and holding your hair away from your face as morning sickness has you heaving over the toilet bowl. And you feel something break and shatter into a million pieces inside of you when one night, as your due date quickly approaches, he kneels in front of you, slipping the engagement ring of your dreams onto your trembling hand. 
“I know this isn’t how you dreamed of any of this happening, but I promise you, once the child is born, I’m going to give you the wedding you always wanted and do my best to be the husband and father you deserve and want. I love you.”
You sob, tightly returning Akaashi’s embrace, burying your face in his chest, wishing with all your heart that things could have been different, that you could go back to those early days, that everything in between was a dream, a nightmare. 
But this is reality and as you cradle your baby bump, you know that you need to do something, anything, now that it’s not just your life on the line anymore. 
For the first time in a long time, it seems like fortune is finally on your side as Akaashi relinquishes his leash on you, trusting that your growing bump will permanently tie you to him, that you won’t even think of trying to escape in your current state. And you play your role perfectly, smiling and leaning into his careful touches, accepting the gifts and attention he lavishes you with, looking to all the world like an excited expecting mother perfectly matched with her doting fiance. 
Akaashi resumes taking up longer projects and jobs, no longer seeing a need to keep as careful of a watch over you or a need to remind you of your place besides him every night. And seeing one of their higher-ups relax makes everyone else careless, no one paying you much attention, no more armed men outside your door and windows when Akaashi is away. 
Really, it’s embarrassingly easy for you to escape, so easy that you wonder if this is a trap, almost expecting Akaashi to appear from around every corner and drag you back to the prison he had created for you, and you shudder when you can almost feel his hands against your skin, his voice murmuring cruel cutting words into your ear. 
But no one stops you and you slowly, but steadily make the long journey to Inarizaki territory, discreetly settling in and making a new home for yourself, starting a new life. Inarizaki and Fukurodani have never dealt much with each other, their territories so far apart that it’s pointless to clash or ally with each other when there are so many other enemies and friends closer to both their homes to deal with. You pray that it’s enough to hide you, to allow you to leave your wretched past behind. 
It seems like your prayers are answered as month after month passes, as your belly grows and grows, as you give birth to a beautiful baby girl. You can barely remember a life outside of motherhood, your heart overwhelmingly full of love and happiness as you watch your daughter grow. And as you watch her take her first few wobbly steps as her first birthday passes, you let yourself finally believe that you can really move on and look forward, locking the blue-eyed demon of your past behind you once and for all. 
Except that demon doesn’t want to be locked up, that demon is far too strong and cunning for your flimsy padlock, and you clutch your daughter to your chest when your door slams open one night and your apartment is swarmed by men with the Fukurodani insignia, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes when one last final figure makes their way past your threshold and you stare into familiar blue eyes. 
As if your daughter can sense your anxiety, your fear, your hopelessness, she begins to loudly wail and bawl, wrapping her little arms around your neck and drenching your neck and shirt with her tears and snot, reminding you just how much is at stake right now. 
You do your best to fake some semblance of calmness, drawing on your maternal instincts to still the quivering of your voice as you gently whisper soothing words in her ear, telling her everything will be fine, telling her that these are just mommy’s old friends, all the while watching your ex-lover gracefully make his way towards the two of you, subtly shielding her little body with yours as he approaches. 
Realistically you know there’s not much you can do if he does mean harm to her, but you’d gladly die defending her to the best of your abilities if it came down to it, already ready to beg for her to be spared and for just you to be punished for your transgressions and your betrayal. You finch when you feel his weight settle besides you on the bed as he sits on the edge of the mattress, heart pounding as you feel his familiar presence, and you quickly turn to face him, only to be completely stunned by the softness in his eyes as he gazes at your daughter. 
Relief floods through you and you hesitantly shift, allowing him easier access to see her, something bittersweet trickling inside of you as long slender fingers gently reach out to caress tear-stained cheeks, as your daughter’s sobs die down and curious eyes peer at the stranger who’s touching her. And deep inside you know Akaashi won’t harm her, will fiercely love her, as he tugs her out of your arms and pulls her into his lap, a sad smile pulling on your lips as you watch father and daughter reunite. 
Deep inside you also know that you won’t be as lucky and your fears are confirmed when Akaashi stands, still cradling your giggling daughter in his arms, blue eyes pinning you down with a look you recognize all too well. There’ll be hell to pay for your actions. 
You feel nauseous, body already aching and throbbing in anticipation of your punishment. But you plaster on a smile for your daughter as she happily plays with one of her favorite toys in the backseat of the car between Akaashi and you, peppering her tiny face with kisses as Akaashi and you tuck her into the gorgeous nursery he’s prepared for her, and wishing her good night as Akaashi leads you back out, continuously waving until the nursery door is firmly closed. And only then does your act drop and you sob as a hand harshly grips your wrist, tears only flooding down more as you recognize the hallway you’re being dragged down, body shaking when you’re shoved into a room and a bed you had tried so hard to forget. 
Clothes are being torn from your body and you thrash around as lips descend upon you, a mouth hungrily molding with yours, yelping when teeth harshly bite on your lower lip before pulling apart. You feel so exposed, so helpless, so vulnerable as icy blue eyes glare down at you, Akaashi’s body pinning you in place as he takes in your figure, scrutinizing every line and curve of your body, mapping every familiarity and difference from the last time he’s seen you. But you lay still, wincing when his grip on your wrist becomes bone crushing when you try to instinctively cover yourself from him. 
“I trusted you. I love you. And this is how you repay me? Running away from me? Keeping my daughter away from me?” 
You open your mouth to stutter out some feeble excuse, but gasp when a hand wraps around your neck, warningly tightening before relaxing. The weight of his palm still against your throat keeps you silent. 
“There’s no excuse for what you did. But I promised you that I’d be a good husband, so I’ll forgive you if you show me how sorry you are.”
You nervously watch as he completely lets go of you, eyes trailing after him as he settles his back against the headboard of the bed, beckoning you over to him with a single finger. And you can’t help but feel like foolish prey walking into a trap as you obey, body quivering in fear as he pulls you in and positions you so that your legs straddle his thighs, back arching and a cry slipping past your lips as he teasingly captures one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks. 
“Still so sensitive.” 
You hate how well he’s trained your body, how easily your body betrays you even after being separated from him for over a year, how well he knows every inch of you inside and out and shame and humiliation lance through you when a long digit easily slides into your already dripping heat. 
“I think you’re more than ready, darling.”
Even past your wanton moans, the clanging metal of his belt unbuckling echoes throughout the room and you whimper as something hard presses against your entrance. 
“Come on, love. It’s time for you to apologize. Do you know how much effort and time I spent searching for you?”
You yelp as the hands resting on your waist dig into your flesh before relaxing and rubbing soothing circles into your skin. 
“But it’s okay because you’re here now, you and our daughter are here now, and neither of you are ever leaving me again. Right?”
You vigorously nod your head as blue eyes sharply stare at you, relaxing when they soften and a small smile plays on his lips. 
“Good girl. Now prove it to me.” 
You almost wish Akaashi had just forced himself upon you, finding it so much more demeaning to sink down on his cock all by yourself as he impassively sits back and watches you. But you’re sure that’s the whole point of this, for you to show your submission and acceptance through your actions. After all, nothing he ever does is meaningless. 
And you truly do feel broken, like nothing more than a good wife, a good pet as you wildly shake your hips, bouncing up and down on his cock in a way that makes your breasts jiggle, pussy clenching even tighter and gushing even more when he orders you to look him in the eyes all the while. 
“You’re making me feel so good, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful. You were made for my cock, made for me. Tell me who you belong to.”
In hindsight you’ll be embarrassed by how quick you are to babble his name over and over again in response. But here and now? All you can think about is the warmth in your chest as he praises you, the warmth in your belly as something pleasant and overwhelming builds inside of you. And Akaashi groans at how tightly you squeeze around him as your peak nears, almost cumming from just the hazed over arousal in your lust-filled eyes, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss and swallowing your cries of ecstasy as you reach your high, body convulsing and twitching in his arms as he holds you steady, lips still locked with yours as he thrusts up a few more times before finding his own release and spilling deep inside of you. 
You slump onto him, exhausted body collapsing and still twitching from the onslaught of pleasure. But as the fog from your mind begins to ebb away, you involuntarily tense at the whispered “I love you” that sounds like nails scraping against a chalkboard, hesitating too long to respond in kind. And you know you’ve made a huge mistake when blue eyes are coldly regarding you once more, shivering from both the cold and fear as he pulls back from you before shoving you onto your back and settling between your legs.
“Looks like you need a little more encouragement to reciprocate my feelings. That’s okay. We have all the time in the world for me to show you just how much I love you.”
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