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scaranoiia · 2 years

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SMOKED.

pairing: bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

genre: light angst

word count: 1,678

cw/tw: reader has anxiety + talks about getting medicine, swearing, cigarette smoking, established relationship, concerned kou, petnames are used

"I'll help you get through this, okay?" — sometimes the outlet you think is helping you, ends up making everything worse.

You took a drag from your lit cigarette while leaning over the balcony of your shared apartment. You had left the doors cracked open to inside because Koutarou was up watching his shows, as usual, so you weren't worried about him finding you here smoking. Especially since it was getting close to one in the morning.

You took a couple more drags while admiring the nighttime, city view. It was beautiful, yet so hectic like something out of your nightmares. You brushed those anxious thoughts away with another puff of the toxins. You held the smoke in for a bit longer and finally released it once you felt your body start to calm down.

"Baby?" you hear Koutarou say from behind you, his voice was soft and confusion was laced in his tone, "what are you doing?"

Your body was frozen and you were sure he could tell. You let out a cough with your lips pursed and turn around while hiding the cigarette behind your back.

You raise your eyebrows at him and hum while looking into his eyes, "what's up, Kou? I thought you were watching your show?"

"I was, but you were taking a bit longer in the bathroom than usual so I wanted to make sure you were okay…" His eyes flicker to your hidden arms and then he looks back into your eyes, "why are you out here?"

He was avoiding the real question he wanted to ask. You could tell. You knew he saw the smoke, he had to have seen it. He had spoken right after you had released it from your lungs.

"I just wanted some fresh air. It gets a bit stuffy inside sometimes," you tell him. He nods and looks around the balcony, his eyes searching for more clues, and they finally land on a water bottle that's sitting on the small table. His eyebrows furrow and he points to it.

"Don't you usually drink out of the paper cups we have?" He questions.

"It's just a water bottle," you mumble before speaking up, "are you gonna ask me your real question or continue avoiding it?" You knew your half-gone cigarette had to have been complete ashes by now. It should've been put out in the water bottle already. He hesitates and then looks at your legs as you can feel some of the ashes fall off the cigarette.

"What's behind your back?" He asks. You sigh and look to the side before moving toward him to grab the water bottle. He grabs your shoulders as he must think you’re trying to flee inside.

"Can I grab the fucking water bottle, Koutarou?" You snap your head up to look at him while snatching the water bottle off the small table.

“Don't swear at me like that," he whispers, his tone hurting as he looks into your eyes. You flick the cap off the water bottle and watch as it lands on the small table before you bring your other hand out from behind your back and drop the cigarette into the water. His eyes widen like saucers as he snatches the water bottle out of your hands.

"A cigarette… You were smoking a cigarette?! Since when do you even-,"

You gulp as tears spring to your eyes. You never wanted him to find out like this. You didn't want him to find out at all honestly. You could see the growing confusion and frustration in his eyes as he continued spitting words at you.

"-What is wrong with you?"

And that's when you feel a tear slip.

"What is wrong with me?" You ask him, your voice cracking as more tears begin slipping past your waterline. His expression changes to one of panic as he's quickly setting the water bottle down and holding your upper arms.

"No, no baby, I didn't mean it like that, I promise," he says softly, his hands coming up to smooth his thumbs along your cheekbones.

"I'm sorry, I-," you choke out. He nods and brushes a few hairs out of your face.

"Why?" he asks gently.

"I didn't- he just- he told me it would make my anxiety go away," you cry.

"He? Who's he?" He questions.

"My friend," you whimper.

"The one you became friends with a month ago who also smokes?" He asks. You nod and nibble on your bottom lip. "And does it make your anxiety go away, baby?"

"Only for a little bit. If- if I don't smoke one in a while then it gets worse and I don't feel good," you tell him.

"Baby," he breathes out, "you know how bad these are for you, don't you? And that there's other ways to help your anxiety settle down. Baby, they make medicine for it."

"I don't have the money for medicine," you cry.

"I do, [Name], you know that I have the money for it. Why didn't you come to me and ask me?" He rubs your upper arms in his hands while watching as your lips tremble before you speak.

"I can't just- Kou, I can't take your money like that," you cry out.

"If it's for your mental health, yes, you can. I would never let you go without something you need, I don't care how much it costs me. And don't you think that you having the proper medicine to treat it is better than you having to get a lung transplant from those nasty things in the future?"

You gulp and nod while looking into his eyes, your own shaking with guilt because of how much you've upset him.

"Will you stop so that we can get you the right treatment for it? Because those things are not helping you, baby, they're only going to make you feel worse," he says softly. "Do you have more on you?" He asks. You sniffle and nod before looking away from his eyes. "Where are they?"

You reach into your hoodie pocket and pull out the almost empty carton with your lighter inside. He takes it out of your hands and opens it before letting out a deep breath.

"There's only three left in here, when did you smoke all the others?"

"This past week," you mumble.

"It's only been five days, baby. Did he give this to you new or were some already gone out of it?" He asks while closing the carton.

"New, he took the wrapper off of it for me and helped me," you say quietly.

"Helped you do what?" He asks.

"Helped me smoke the first one."

He nods and licks his lips before opening the carton back up to pull the lighter out and look at it. You watch as he reads over the black sharpie written on the white lighter and his jaw clenches before he looks back into your eyes.

"'Rest in peace: virgin lungs.' Does he think this is a joke?" He scoffs while tossing the lighter back into the carton and closing it with a heaving sigh. You just stand here and watch him, your anxiety rising as your fingers itch to light one of the last three. He drops the carton onto the small table and you flinch at the noise before he puts the cap back onto the water bottle.

"Are you mad at me?" Your voice cracks and shakes as you whisper it.

"No baby, I'm not mad at you. I'm just frustrated and upset, that's all," he says.

"With me?"

"No," he chuckles lightly, "just-," he sighs and looks back down at the table, "can you promise me something?"

You nod and look into his eyes.

"Will you promise to stop smoking, so that I can help you get the right medicine for your anxiety?" He asks.

You gulp and look away from his eyes before looking at the cigarette carton. "It's not that easy, Kou," you mumble while looking back up at him.

"Can you at least try?" He asks desperately.

"I try every single time I come home because the last thing I wanted was for you to be disappointed in me," tears cloud over your eyes again before you start crying and drop your head down. "I hate the idea of you ever not liking me for something I've done and that's why I hid this from you because I didn't want you to hate me," you sob. He steps closer to you and pulls you into his arms to hold you tightly.

"Baby, I could never hate you. Please don't say stuff like that, let alone, think it. I love you and I just want the best for you, I promise," he says while pressing kisses to the top of your head. You choke out a sniffle and nod before whimpering, "I love you too."

He hums and gives your body a tight squeeze before lifting your head so you can look at him. You notice his teary eyes and shake your head as you bite your lip.

"I'll help you get through this, okay? We'll get you to stop and I'll get you the right medicine that you need," he assures you. You nod and sniffle as you look away from his eyes.

"Can we go to bed now?" You ask. He nods and picks up the carton of cigarettes and the water bottle before opening the balcony door a bit more. You walk inside first and watch as he heads over to the trash and drops the water bottle inside. When he goes to drop the carton, you grab his wrist.

"What if I need one?" You ask him.

"You won't need one, your body will just make you think that you want one. They're going in the trash, baby," he says while dropping it in and then closing the lid. You stare at the lid of the trashcan and then he grabs your hand. "Let's go brush our teeth and then we can go to bed, alright?" He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and shuts off the lights before guiding you into the bathroom.

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smh-yoon · 2 years

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Stuck ✰ Bokuto Koutaro

a/n: i love bokuto he is my himbo dream <3

genre: romance

pairings: msby! bo x f! reader

warnings: none :) a little bit of thirsting from y/n, little bit of a cliche trope tbh

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if there was one thing bokuto was outside of one of the top aces in japan, it was strong. bokuto represented his ego through his rippling muscles, defined and thick. every chance he could get to flex his skills in volleyball, or his biceps, he took it.

even now, at the celebration for the most recent msby win, where he scored the winning point for japan, he was still boasting. all of his team-mates had gotten used to this behavior, as well as his long time best friends akaashi and kuroo. you, however, did not have the best impression of him so far.

you had to admit, their team was quite impressive. and bokuto had scored a killer winning point, so it wasn’t like he was wrong to brag.

the first thing you had noticed, besides his biceps and back, was his boisterous voice and attitude. while he was very extroverted and welcoming, the most he could talk about from what you overheard was how great he was and how he had won for the team. maybe you were just a little bitter from the work day you had, but being at this party and having to listen to bokuto was not your ideal night. the only reason you were here was for osamu, who was in turn here for atsumu.

atsumu had been your least favorite twin since you met osamu a few months ago, frequenting his onigiri shop. he was similar to bokuto, but more arrogant than anyone you had ever met in your life.

besides listening to cheers and toasts from the winning players, your time had been rather uneventful. sitting beside osamu in the kitchen the whole time, sipping at your cranberry juice and munching on whatever snacks were present on the counters. other partygoers popped in and out of the room every once in a while, getting more beer or whiskey or sake or whatever they wanted to get drunk off of and leaving the two of you to your solitude away from everyone else.

at one point, sakusa was close to staying and sitting with you two away from the rest of the party, until atsumu had dragged him out. drinking the last bit of juice in your glass, you stood from your seat and stretched, making your way out of the kitchen. “i’m gonna go find the bathroom.”

osamu just waved his hand, scrolling through his twitter feed as he shoved another bite of whatever he was eating now in his mouth.

the party was still going strong, people chatting and drinking, laughing and telling stories with each other. you thought nothing of the crowd, quietly excusing yourself with everyone you bumped into and looking around for some kind of indication of where the bathroom was. just as you were about to go down a hallway, a tispy atsumu draped himself over your back, turning you around and squeezing you while he laughed.

“hey, what are ya doin’? the party’s out here!” glaring at him over your shoulder, you tried your best to shove off the arms around your shoulders and wiggle away. “i just need to use the bathroom atsumu, get off!”

atsumu let out a huff and straightened himself out, letting go of you and pointing to one of the doors down the hallway you were about to enter. “‘s that one.”

rolling your eyes, you made you way down the hallway, looking back to find atsumu trying to throw himself over sakusa like he had you. without a second glance, you opened the bathroom door and went inside, sighing as you slowly turned the lock. truth was, even with osamu here, this party was really wearing you out.

“oh, did you need to use the bathroom?” shrieking in sheer fright at the voice, you turned around to find the ace of the night, looking very spooked from the sound of your yelling. he was standing in front of the mirror, maybe three feet away, with his shirt tossed on the countertop in front of him.

it took you a few seconds of staring at him in shock, eyes grazing over his pecs and defined abs before your tensed up and swiftly turned, mumbling out rushed apologies as you tried to leave the room. but, alas, with your terrible luck, the lock snapped off as you turned it, leaving you locked in the bathroom with the obnoxious man you had been avoiding all night.

“oh no..” bokuto, who had watched you in your flustered state try to leave the room, whispered quietly as you turned to face him again, the broken lock in your fingertips.

once you realized that he was still shirtless, you covered your eyes with your free hand, huffing out as a chill ran down your spine in embarrassment. “could you put on a shirt please?” he said nothing for a moment, making no movement to put a shirt back on, until he noticed the your nervous fidgeting, pressing your back against the door and the trembling of your hand covering your eyes.

now bokuto may have failed math, but reading people was one of his biggest strengths. he reached over and tugged his discarded shirt back over his body, humming as he caught the movement of his arms in the mirror.

“okay, it’s on. what now?”

slowly moving your hand from your eyes, your body slowly relaxed seeing the man in front of you fully clothed. the lock was still in your hand, snapped clean off the handle. how had you managed that? either you gained superhero strength, or there was more than average wear and tear to it. “uh.. i don’t know.”

bokuto gazed at you curiously, the curve of your lips and the dainty fluttering of your eyelashes as you blinked. something about how smooth your skin looked had him entranced. it didn’t help his wandering gaze to wander down towards your outfit. a cute little dress managing to fit you just right, the color looking so lovely against your skin tone. he would’ve remained contently trapped in his observation of you, but the movement of your hands, raising to push your hair back, a nervous habit of yours, snapped him out of it.

while he had been focused on you so intensely, you tried to fight the racing of your heartbeat. only a few seconds had passed since you last spoke in response to him, and you remembered that you had left your phone out in the kitchen with osamu.

“do you happen to have your phone on you?” bokuto hummed, reaching into his pockets and pulling out the device. you sighed in relief, watching him unlock it, until he tapped onto a game app and began to play. “don’t you think you should text someone to get us out of here?” he looked up, finding you looking at him expectantly. with an eager nod, he opened his messages and scrolled through his messages until he found kuroo, clicking his contact and pressing the call button.

after three much too long rings, the line went through and the muffled sound of a party came through bokuto’s speaker. “bo! where are you? we’re waiting for you, the team wanted to toast!”

you watched as his golden eyes lit up and he smiled widely, letting out a shout. “no way! i’m stuck in the bathroom, come and get me!” kuroo drunkenly laughed over the line, and the sound of the party began to get quieter. you sighed silently in relief, glad that someone would be letting you out of this much to awkward situation.

“how did you get stuck in the bathroom? don’t tell me you’re asking me to help you take your pump pictures, because the last time i did you tried to convince me to take nude shots—”

before kuroo could even finish, bokuto hung up, his face flushing brightly as you tried to hide your grin at his embarrassment. it took only a second for bokuto to try and stutter out some kind of explanation, each word causing him to become more and more flustered, as your grin widened. after he couldn’t get out anymore words without becoming tongue tied, he whined and ran a hand through his hair. “this is so embarrassing..” his mood plummeted, and he sunk to his knees, head hanging low.

letting out a laugh, you smoothed your dress out over the back of your legs and sunk down next the him. “bokuto?”

in response, he mumbled something under his breath, not lifting his head. biting your lip to try and keep from smiling, finding his state somewhat adorable. in the few minutes you had been stuck in a room with him, bokuto proved to be very emotional and maybe.. wasn’t as bad as you initially thought he was. placing your hand on his shoulder you tilted your head closer to where his eyes were stuck on the floor, prompting his eyes to slide over to meet yours. “don’t worry, i won’t judge you. i mean.. plenty of people take.. nude pictures.”

your giggling cut through your words, straight into his brain as you tried to comfort him. his head lifted, watching you smile and look at him. something told him you weren’t making fun of him. when he noticed your hand on his shoulder, he almost flexed instinctually. he’d be damned if you didn’t think he was strong.

“yeah.. and i got the muscles to pull it off don’t you think?” he grinned cheekily, curling his arm and flexing his bicep, watching your hand slip down his arm.

once you realized you were touching his muscles like some fangirl, you shivered and quickly pulled your hand away, trying to avoid bokuto’s dejected gaze. “yeah, you definitely do.” a silence developed between the two of you, and you moved back to lean against the edge of the bathtub as he followed.

his warm skin pressed against yours and the two of you enjoyed the silence for a moment. the wriggling of the doorknob interrupted the peace of the moment. “bokuto! unlock the door!”

both of you stood up at the sound of kuroo’s voice, bokuto going up to stand in front of the door. “the lock broke. can you get it open?” there was a few more rough twists of the knobs before kuroo sighed through the door, calling out, “i’m gonna try and kick it open, back up.”

bokuto ushered you to stand in the bathtub, blocking your view of the door just in time for the door to bust open, hitting the wall and splitting the door frame. waving his hand in front of his face from the small amount of dust, kuroo entered, face morphing in surprise seeing you stand in front of bokuto, clutching onto the front of his shirt unconsciously.

“oh, did i come at the wrong time?” and suddenly you realized how close you were to bokuto, nearly pressed against his chest, fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt as his hands ghosted your waist. it seemed as though bokuto had also realized this, his face flushing while you stepped out of the bathtub, bowing your head and muttering your thanks to kuroo as you hastily made your way out of the bathroom.

“dude, what was that all about?” bokuto barely registered the words coming from his friend, still lost in the closeness that he had just lost. saying nothing, he shook his head and moved past him, making his way back to the party to find you.

as you entered the kitchen, your hurried to grab your phone and the jacket you had thrown over your chair. “woah, what’s the deal?” osamu looked up from his phone, eyebrows furrowing at your panicked state. “no time samu, i gotta go.” the twin cursed under his breath, rushing after you as you left the kitchen, slithering through the crowd. and of course, curse your luck again, as you were trying to leave you had bumped right into bokuto.

you had no chance to escape as his hand gently closed around your wrist, tugging you towards the door. “if you were gonna leave, you could’ve said good-bye, y’know?”

pursing your lips, your tried to avoid his gaze, feeling your skin get hot regardless of the chilly night air. he stepped forward and gazed down at you, a serious expression on his face. “can i at least do one thing before you go?” swallowing thickly, you nodded, searching his eyes as he leaned closer. at this point you could smell his expensive cologne and shampoo, no doubt having showered before the party after the hard game. your eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed gently against your forehead.

even when his lips left your skin, he stood close to you, both of your eyes still closed as you enjoyed each other’s presence. “i have to get your number from atsumu now.”

you let out a laugh, opening your eyes and shyly meeting the gaze of the man in front of you.

“i would really like that.”

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art3mixx · 2 years

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𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝐼𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

character(s) - bokuto x kuroo x gn!reader

cw - gn!reader, poly, food, bad pet names, kissing, mental health (not super explicit??), soft

authors note - ayy the first thing i’ve written in literal months!! i’ve had this idea for a while and i hope you guys like it. i wrote this with a gender neutral reader in mind but if i fucked up somewhere let me know and i will fix it!!

word count - 853

When Bokuto woke up, he knew it was gonna be a bad day.

His head hurt and he still felt tired even after sleeping 8 hours, and he couldn’t make himself even get out of bed.

Hidden in the darkness of his room, he went back to sleep.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

You were immediately concerned when during your first class, Koutarou’s seat remained empty. Your older boyfriend almost never missed school, even when he was sick.

You almost smiled thinking about all the times you and Tetsurou had to force Koutarou to rest.

But the fond memory didn’t banish your worry.

You sent a quick text to Koutarou asking where he was before you had to put your phone away for class.

During lunch, you sat down in your normal spot with the volleyball team, immediately asking Akaashi, “Do you know where Bokuto is?”

Akaashi looked up from his food at you. “Hello to you too, Y/n.”

“I’m sorry. Hello, Keiji. Do you know where Bokuto is?”

He took another bite of his food. “No I do not. He wasn’t at morning practice today.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Koutarou almost never skipped practice unless he was really sick. You nodded, “Thank you,” and sat down to eat your lunch.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

The school day was over, and Koutarou hadn’t responded to your message. Sighing, you dialed Tetsurou’s number.

Immediately you heard a cheeky, “Hey, darling.”

Hearing his voice immediately made you calmer. “Hey, Tetsu. Have you heard from Kou at all today?”

You heard shuffling on the other end. “No I haven’t. Is everything okay?”

You took a breath. “No, he wasn’t at school today and Akaashi said that he wasn’t at practice, and you know he never skips practice and I-“

“-Hey I know you’re worried, but I’m sure he’s fine. I have practice right now so I have to go. I’m sure it’s nothing, but if you’re this worried, maybe you can go over to his house and check on him. I can come over after practice, okay? Love you!”

You smiled, feeling more at ease, “Love you too.” You hung up.

The walk to Koutarou’s house felt longer than it usually did, but you blamed it on the nerves. Reaching the door, you knocked and it opened to reveal Koutarou’s mother.

Her eyes lit up once she saw you. “Y/n!” She pulled you into a hug. “Kou has been a bit, er, down today, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Thank you, Bokuto-san,” you said. “Is he in his room?”

She smiled, “Yes he is. Is Tetsurou also coming?”

You nodded. “He has practice right now, but he’ll be over after that.”

You continued to talk to Koutarou’s mom, before making your way upstairs.

You knocked lightly on the doorframe. “Hey, baby.”

A muffled noise came from under the mound of blankets and comforters.

You walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and gently stroking his hair. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

Koutarou whined, burying deeper into the covers. “I dunno, I just woke up and everything was so overwhelming and my head hurt and I couldn’t get up and-” His honey golden eyes filled with tears.

“Oh, love, don't cry it’s alright,” you said, smoothing his hair and stroking his cheek. “I’m gonna stay with you today if you’re comfortable with that. Tetsu has practice but he said he’d come over immediately after, although it might be a while.”

Not having the energy to respond, Koutarou nodded and grabbed your wrist, lightly tugging.

You threw off your blazer, and got into bed, allowing Koutarou to bury his face in your neck and let out a sigh of relief. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and he relaxed even more.

You gently scratched his scalp as he fell asleep.

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It had been a few hours, and Koutarou was still asleep while you scrolled on your phone.

“Knock knock.”

You looked up to see Tetsurou leaning in the doorframe. You smiled at him, before holding a finger to your lips and tilting your head at Koutarou. He nodded, setting down his school and volleyball bags, and removed his blazer and tie.

As gently as possible, he sat down on the other side of Koutarou, and leaned over to kiss you. Although he was asleep, Tetsurou also kissed Koutarou’s forehead. Koutarou shifted in his sleep closer to Tetsurou.

“Was it one of those days?” Tetsurou whispered.

You nodded.

Tetsurou gently ran his fingers through Koutarou’s hair, softly humming. Eventually, Koutarou stirred.

He blinked, looking around the room, before his eyes settled on Tetsurou. He seemed to perk up, and turned to snuggle into Tetsurou’s chest. Tetsurou softly laughed, and kissed his forehead again.

You smiled, at your boys, settling down behind Koutarou so he could be surrounded by the both of you.

“I love you guys,” Koutarou whispered.

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hajimeshoe · 2 years

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Cheering Bokuto Up During A Match

They were playing Shiratorizawa. Between Tendo's taunts and him managing to shut down some of Bokuto's spikes, your boyfriend was quickly slipping into his "sad mode".

You watched worriedly from the bleachers as they took a time out. That was when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Akaashi:

Come down here. Quick.

You didn't hesitate to make your way down to the court on the side of Fukurodani. Bokuto was sitting on the bench, clearly upset and shaking slightly.

"Kou," you greeted softly. He didn't look up.

"Hi, baby."

"Hey, Kou, any chance you can show me that spike you did earlier again? It was super cool!"

He perked up slightly. You thought that was cool? But Tendo managed to shut it down-

"I bet Tendo just got lucky when he was able to shut it down, I mean, all the power behind it? His hand was beet red, I could see that much from the stands!" You leaned close to his ear so that nobody other than him could hear the next words whispered to him "plus, you were hot while doing it."

That seemed to do the trick. Bokuto grinned cockily as you pulled back. He stood and hugged you tightly, lifting you off your feet in the process. "Thanks, baby owl!" He cheered.

Behind you, Akaashi smiled in relief. He made the right call in texting you. Now they would definitely win.

#haikyuu!!#bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto oneshot

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potionpeddlerpatchy · 1 year

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word count: 7.2K

paring: Bokuto x fReader

warning(s): panty stealing, male masturbation - in several locations (shower, bedroom, laundry room), scent kink (wasn't my intention but it's in there), hint of obsessive behaviour oral. Bokuto is a perv in this, so be warned.

authors note: well, it has finally arrived - this darn fic I have been spending way too long on; to put it into perspective I started this in July. But anyway, what started as self-indulgent fluff morphed into something completely different and I am pretty happy with it! Hope you all enjoy this new side to our favourite volleyball playing himbo~ 🔮

Life always had a way of making itself just a little difficult, no matter what you did; even if the answer led to the best possible solution and outcome for you; you had to make sacrifices so you could succeed in a world that was always trying to see you fail. This was one such occasion.

You just moved to a new neighborhood, one that was far away from family and friends for your career. In order to move ahead, to gain the comfortable life you always wanted for yourself, you had to move away from all that you knew. It wasn’t easy, the decision taking you weeks to accept. At least you had your move, the unpacking and organizing of your new apartment, and your work to keep you busy; to keep your mind occupied on things that didn't revolve around how alone you felt.

But that could only last for so long, a temporary solution for an abiding problem; you knew it wouldn’t last. And after all the boxes were unpacked, all your furniture was properly arranged - and rearranged, and you finally found your stride at work; you couldn’t distract your mind any longer. That getting up and ready for work became a task that grew harder and harder to do every day. After a few months of adjustments, you just couldn’t bear the loneliness you felt whenever you came home; to emptiness and silence.

It wasn’t something you were used to and you knew you would never become. It never happened before in your life, never was a constant, even if your family was away you could always hop onto chats and spend your nights laughing with your friends.

And now? Well, you were halfway across the world. When you got up, your friends were fast asleep, and when they finally sent you a message you were on your way to bed. There was no real way to quell the ache that you felt in your heart in the traditional ways you knew how; you knew you needed a different solution.

And there was really only one solution you could think of.

You got yourself a dog.

A little lapdog with a goofy, but sweet, personality from the shelter nearby. A scruffy thing who couldn’t contain the hopeful wag of his tail as you walked by his kennel; one that couldn’t help but jump on the chain link barrier that separated you both, and then onto your legs when you went to greet him. One that filled your face with almost desperate kisses when you finally bent down to say hello; to give him a chance at a new home.

And it seemed you both were made for each other. Out of all the ones you saw that day, this one looked almost as lonely as you. But now? Well, the loneliness that etched across your sweet dog’s face no longer showed, just as the heaviness that clouded and weighed your heart down started to fade away.

No longer would you come home to emptiness, instead you had a ball of fluff and fur to greet you with enthusiasm as they wagged their tail and jumped on you in excitement to see you once more. And no longer would your little friend ever have to worry about sleeping all alone on a cold cement floor, with only a thin bed to keep him from getting a chill, wondering when someone would take him home and give him a warm bed to sleep on.

A match made in heaven, you joked as you snuggled up together each night on the couch to watch your favorite TV program after enjoying a nice dinner. Though your little furry friend always broke up your cuddle session, and your show, in the middle as they whined to go to the bathroom.

You would always oblige, and soon it became a part of your schedule. You began to enjoy the fresh air and routine it gave; to where 5-minute walks would turn into 10 and then into 15. Now your evenings consisted of 30-minute walks with your best friend by your side, trotting along as you mapped out all sorts of new paths to take, new sights to see, and new parts of the city to explore.

You finally, after a few months of exploring with your enthusiastic little friend, found a route that fit both of your needs. Lots of beautiful scenery for you to enjoy with limited hills and roads to cross so your aging dog didn’t lose steam too quickly.

Every night you did this little song and dance, to the point where if you ran even a few minutes behind your little friend would start giving you attitude. You also surmised that the time you did go on your walks was perfect as you never really ran into anyone, or their own dogs, or had to worry about anything else in the world that would break your stride. For all you knew, it was just you and your dog - no one or anything else mattered.

Well, turns out there was one other person in your world, though he had yet to make it be known.

Besides, Bokuto had not meant for this to be a daily occurrence.

He noticed you a few times whenever he got home after practice, your walking figure catching his eye whenever he moved about in his apartment. He never really gave it, or you, much thought.

That was until he injured his leg and had to be on bed rest for two whole weeks. Not being able to move, not being able to practice and play volleyball - the one thing he loved most - was nearly unbearable. But that doom and gloom would be alleviated, just slightly, whenever you would walk by.

Bokuto wasn’t sure why, maybe it was the consistency? The reassurance then whenever your recognizable figure crossed through his window meant that he got through another day. Maybe it was because it gave him something to do, he did find himself casually watching other dog walkers that passed by throughout the afternoon and evening. Or maybe it was because it was specifically you. Bokuto couldn’t put his finger on why, but something drew him to you.

“Probably because she’s new around here.” That was his reasoning. Made sense to him, a new person in the neighborhood would cause some added curiosity.

But he knew that wasn’t the case. It’s not like he knew anyone in his neighborhood, let alone his apartment building.

Bokuto truly had not meant for all this to escalate out of proportion; to peer out his apartment window every day until you showed up. And now here he was, weeks after being healed, rushing to get his shoes off and throw his stuff to the side so he could watch you pass by. It was pathetic really, to be so enthralled by someone who walked across the street every day, but his heart kept pulling him closer to the window.

His friends had teased him about it, one day after practice as he rushed to get home with them by his side so they could drop their stuff off at his place before going out for the night. Watching him as he got all flustered at a person across the street.

“Dude, it’s kinda creepy, ya know!” Atsumu laughed, arms laying across the taller man's shoulder as he leaned on him - peering out the window to see you obviously unaware of their stares “Watching this girl obsessively.”

“That’s textbook stalker behavior~” Kuroo would join, also laying his weight on him, poking his flushed cheeks in a teasing manner.

“N-no it’s not! I am just making sure she passes my block safely! It’s dangerous to walk at night, you know!” Bokuto would shoot back.

“Ya’live in the safest neighborhood in the whole city!”

“Yeah, and besides whatta gonna do from all the way up here?”

Bokuto just shrugged them off, mumbling more to himself some sort of excuse for his behavior - some sort of made-up plan he had in place should the need to rescue you arised. But he knew, as much as they did, that there was no plan - or excuse - he just liked knowing you walked by him every day; that you were in his life for a brief moment.

At the time, he didn’t think much of it; at how alone he really was. Thinking that when he caught your eye briefly and grew a little bashful was out of embarrassment and not because it made his heart flutter. But it happened once again when they were hanging out, a little get-together before leaving on tour, how Bokuto would keep looking out his window with worry in his eye before they would soften into a form of sweet longing, that same woman walking by.

“Just go down and ask her out!” Hinata's bright voice would encourage him.

“Not like she’ll turn you down!’ Atsumu would add with a wink

The teasing would continue, even after you passed, of how much of a love-struck chicken he was for not talking to you. About how he was a little creepy for just staring at you and your dog as you walked by without a care in the world.

“I know,” Bokuto would sigh, longingly, in agreement “I’m just waiting for the right moment is all.”

Then, months later, after the winter tour had ended and the world was in the warmer, but rainier, spring weather, Bokuto would finally get that opportunity. When you accidentally dropped your pair of gloves that were stored in your pocket; an accident you didn't notice as you were too busy getting, and opening, the doggy bag that also resided in your cute little coat. Quickly, without truly thinking, he ran out to grab them. Waiting until after you had turned the corner off his street to make his way to where they lay, his bare feet becoming frozen on the concrete as he trotted over. He didn’t want them to be stolen or swept away with the wind to be forever lost. Gloves were expensive after all! And besides, given the cute design they had, he could tell you would miss them. A small sense of victory filled his being, as he now had the perfect chance to talk to you.

But that chance never really did come.

You came by the next day, earlier than normal, making Bokuto curse as he contemplated running out of his apartment in nothing but a towel; figuring against it as it would not be the best first impression or look good on his character or reputation, and he knows Iwaizumi would kill him if he got sick doing something so idiotic.

So, he figured he would get the chance to meet you tomorrow. That he would make sure to be ready early just in case you decided to pull a stunt like that again. But as he eagerly waited by his window, gloves in hand, the next evening you never did appear; you figure never walking down his street. He waited until late that night, just in case, but you never showed. Not the next day, or the day after that.

Soon days turned into weeks and then into months, and you had never once appeared in his window, walking on that sidewalk across the street. The gloves, tan in colour and with bright pink pom poms, lay untouched as they would greet him by his door every day, waiting for you as much as him.

Bokuto wondered where you, and your little furry companion, had disappeared to. He hoped it was somewhere good. Couldn’t help but have his mind wander to where you were and to all of the things you were getting up to, and couldn’t help but dream that it involved him as well.

Maybe you were in the countryside, enjoying the vastness and peace they gave as their winds swooped over the wheat fields and across your cheeks. Or perhaps in the mountains, enjoying their trails as you hiked up and down them, your dog in tow trying to keep up with a tree branch in their mouth. Or maybe you were in some onsen, inhaling the steam with a happy sigh as you soaked in the hot, soothing, waters.

Bokuto always had to stop his brain from continuing when he thought of you at hot springs; ignoring the strain of his cock as he thought about how soft and warm your skin would be - how he wished to be bathing right next to you, to feel every curve of your body.

He had to stop, he didn’t want to defile you like that; not without even knowing your name.

Bokuto just wanted you back. Even if it was only for the mere moments, the few seconds he got when you strolled on by with your happily trotting dog; strolled on briefly through his life with that pretty smile.

You hadn’t meant for your trip back home to last as long as it did. What started as a simple voyage home early for the Easter holiday extended considerably to having you stay. With your family’s urgent needs overtaking any reason you may have had to leave. You were lucky the job you had was flexible, able to accommodate you in your time of need, and that you had your dog with you; unable to bring yourself to think of what might have happened if you left him in a kennel all those months.

Now you were just lucky everything ended well and that you could finally get back to your cozy apartment and the routine you had made for yourself and your sweet dog; the one you neglected for a long time, and were sorely wanting to get back to.

You sighed in delight when the fresh air you longed to return to, that only this city could provide, hit your face as you made you trek out on your usual route once more; the sereneness you felt was like seeing an old good friend after years apart, as your feet began their first steps on the pavement while you enjoyed the late October breeze.

It was a long and grueling practice and Bokuto truly couldn’t think of a better way to end his day than crawling into bed and forgetting it ever existed. Kicking his door open with a groan, practically throwing his bag by his coat closet with a loud thud, and placing his keys in the bowl on the little table he kept nearby. He eyed the gloves too small for him briefly, eyes and body filled with a sense of sadness as he regaled at how he let his opportunity go.

Kicking himself internally he sighed, hands rubbing his face as he groaned once more, this time in frustration, as he walked further into his home.

“Why didn’t I just go out there? Not like I was naked…” he grumbled as he began shrugging off his coat, slowly making his way to his bedroom and walking by that cursed window.

His eye caught movement, one that made his head turn slightly out of impulse. But never fully, he knew it was of someone walking by, so he ignored it at first. Assuming it was someone just doing a late job, running an errand, or stopping by to get their mail. Whatever the case was, he didn’t want to think further of it - to have those thoughts lead to you.

But something inside him told him to take another glance; compelling him to go to the window like he once had many times before and to take a proper look, his heart aching at him to try just one more time.

And there was you. Appeared at long last when all hope seemed lost, leaving him dumbstruck as he stared out at your form with his jaw slack and his eyes wide.

It didn’t take long for him to break out of his surprised stupor, rushing out of his apartment as he fumbled with his coat, falling with little grace as he tripped over his duffle bag but with no care about the poor downstairs apartment that had to endure the loud thud or his now aching knee or whether he had grabbed his keys to prevent him of being locked out. All that mattered at that moment was you, and the tan gloves that you had lost and which would grant him the opportunity to finally talk to you.

Bokuto called out to you, his voice he was sure louder than expected as you jumped in scared surprise, as he dashed across the street to where you stood in a stupor. He was out of breath, he knew, and he also knew that while he stood there panting to try and regain it was not helping his case.

This was truly the last thing you were expecting, normally your brief counters with people were a polite smile as you passed each other, briefly sharing the sidewalk. And it was so far and few in between that you never really thought much about it or the people you passed; them always being a blur in your memory.

But this? Well, you would be sure never to forget this moment. Not only was your heart racing, the loudness of the man’s shout before you startled you to the point you were sure you would keel over with a heart attack at any moment. But that he was incredibly tall and imposing and…..handsome.

You couldn’t help the way your face warmed at the sight of him, both out of bashfulness over how close he was and how his golden eyes bore into your own, and in embarrassment at how little your fight or flight response acted; just allowing you to stand there frozen with a dumb gaped look on your face.

“I- I’m really sorry for scaring you!” Bokuto apologizes, moving his open palms up to showcase he meant to harm “You just um - uh you dropped your gloves a while ago and I-I uh grabbed them, which I guess sounds bad, but I just didn’t want them stolen or anything, and I- I have been meaning to give them back to you so um…..”

Bokuto gently, but with little grace as he fumbled for a moment, pulled your gloves out of his pocket, holding them out for you to take “Yeah… here. Sorry, it took so long to give them back…”

You found his eagerness, and nervous fumbling adorable, as you timidly laughed; gingerly reaching out to take your old gloves from his grasp.

“Thank you…” You mumbled, your voice unable to break higher than that “But I suppose it wasn’t your fault. I’ve been gone for a while, family stuff ya know? But um, again, thanks. It’s really sweet of you to wait so long to give them back.”

You had a hard time meeting his gaze, embarrassed even more over the fact that you not only lost your gloves, but that you forgot all about it and that the poor man before you had kept them for months, waiting to get rid of them and back to you, and that said man was staring so intently at you - you had never been looked at in such a way and you didn’t know what to do.

“Of course, it’s only the neighborly thing to do, right?” Bokuto smiled, making your knees buckle more, “I’m Bokuto Koutaro, I live in this building here! And who is this?”

“I am so sorry!” You squeaked, trying to gently pry your dog off his legs “His name is Rufus, he’s so terrible about jumping on people, he just wants pets, I’m so so sorry!”

“Hey, don’t we all?” He laughed, crouching down to give your dog the attention he so cutely asked for. “Aren’t you a cutie! So, Rufus, are you new around here? New to the neighborhood maybe? Cause I have seen lots of cute dogs but never seen you before!”

“Kinda,” You giggled, laughing at how your dog had thrown himself on his back for belly rubs and the cute way this stranger - well not technically stranger anymore - was indirectly asking you questions “We moved here almost a year ago, but only really started walking this route for a few weeks before, well, we had to leave for a bit.”

“Yes…. I see, that’s very interesting Rufus, thank you.” Bokuto nodded, sticking his chin out further to get some of the kisses your dog was trying to give “Now tell me, what’s your pretty owner’s name, hm?”

“O-oh uh um!” You fumbled, caught off guard by the compliment, but still managed to provide him the response he was looking for; giving forth a shy smile to his more bright one.

“Well, that’s a pretty name, isn’t it Rufus?”

“T-thank you, um we-we um should get going, the sun is starting to set and stuff… don’t want to take up more of your time.” You mumbled, tugging your dog gently, and successfully, away to slowly start walking your route once more.

“H-hey, wait!” Bokuto called out, taking a few steps to close the small gap that was made between the two of you “Would… would you like to grab a coffee or something sometime?”

His request caught you off guard, your gaping mouth that you had to shut quickly (and loudly) proof of that, but not in a bad way as you nervously cleared your throat

“Y-yeah, that sounds really nice,” You smiled excitedly, almost giddy as rummaged in your pocket for a moment to pull out your phone “Give me your number and I’ll let you know when I’m next available.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, his eagerness once again making you giggle and his bright smile making your knees buckle, as he grabbed hold of your phone, waiting not a second to input his number along with a cute nickname before handing it back.

“Text me soon, okay?”

“O-okay!” You agreed, your smile almost mirroring his own as you gave him a final wave goodbye, tugging your dog gently off his legs one last time to resume your walk.

You both felt weightless as you walked back to your respective homes. You were unable to weaken the dumb, broad, smile that was glued on your face as giggled to yourself over your encounter with that handsome man, as you kept glancing down at the gloves he so kindly returned to you - whispering your thanks as you held them to your heart.

Bokuto’s legs felt like jelly as he sauntered back over to his building, fumbling with the intercom to try and gain access to the complex; his own dreamy and dumb expression never leaving his face as he almost incoherently asks to be let back in. Stumbling his way back up to his floor and through the threshold of his home, he thought of you and your cute smile; how he wants to see it again and soon. Excitedly he broke out of the trance you left him in to furiously type his text to you; the same one you receive as soon as you walked through the door

‘Please tell me I can meet you tomorrow!’

How interesting it was, how time could move so slowly and so quickly at the same time. How hours seem to fade into days, which fade into one another, and then all of a sudden a month will have passed and you never even realized it - like a blink of an eye.

It’s a combination of things, for time to move like this. For if it was just passing by quickly it would mean either life was so dull that things just blended together and time would then be wasted; or it could be the opposite, that all sorts of fun and excitement were happening at once that you could barely keep up. But if it is both, those days seem to drag on but weeks seem to end swiftly, then it’s a mixture of the two.

And really, that was the perfect explanation for it all.

During the day as you worked the hours seemed to drag on, but in the evenings whenever you had to walk your dog, or on the weekends, it was like time was doing everything it could to make the day anew again; to subjugate you to the long and drawn out hours of boredom work provided.

But whenever you weren’t at work, you found yourself crossing paths with your handsome new friend Bokuto. That was probably why time seemed to pass on by, it always seemed to move fast whenever someone was having fun. And you couldn’t lie that you were having the most fun you had in months while you were around that exuberant man, His positivity and brightness were contagious, and no matter how run down you felt, no matter how bad the day was, once you saw his smile it was like nothing bad happened at all.

Ever since you took the leap and replied to his enthusiastic text with one of your own stating a time to go out with you the next night to help you walk your dog, it has been a whirlwind of that bright fun.

Going to cafes to get coffee, trying out new restaurants that popped out of nowhere, trying out the hiking trails that you never knew existed, and exploring hidden corners of the city you had yet to explore. All while he held your hand tightly and dazzled you with his beaming smile every time you went out with him.

On top of it all, every weekday, after you finished work, Bokuto would try his best to meet where it all began. To wait out in front of his apartment building in hopes to catch you, to then continue on walking with you for the remainder of your trip home; taking hold of your dog’s lead as he happily tucked your arm underneath his instead - his excuse was always “gotta make sure you make it home safe” smiling down at you if you ever tried to complain.

Before you knew it a month had passed. A month filled with good morning texts, evening walks in the cool autumn air, and weekends filled with little dates. Your days consumed with the attentions and affections of a man you never thought you would meet, let alone be romanced by so energetically. It was all so sudden, almost overwhelming, but so welcomed all the same.

Though, with all the affection and time spent together, you couldn’t definitely say what you were; if you were his girlfriend or not. You couldn’t say there was nothing between you both, not with the small nervous gestures he gave you, like all those lingering kisses he would press to your forehead whenever he dropped you off. Never actually pressing his lips to yours, as if he was afraid of overstepping a boundary.

Due to this, you couldn’t claim to be official, that he was your boyfriend, that you were going steady. Which made butterflies form in your tummy when you asked him for a large favor; not sure if he would be okay with it all. After all, you hadn’t even kissed yet.

A work event was approaching, and it was mandatory that you go to it. Which meant you had to leave for an entire weekend. Normally, weekend trips were fine, as you could bring your furry companion with you. But you couldn’t bring your dog with you, the hotel your work arranged for you to stay at wouldn’t allow it. And you didn’t want to spend hundreds of dollars to send your dog to a service, or allow a stranger into your home to take care of them; who knows what they might look at or steal.

You decided to bite the bullet when the week of the event came up; figuring that the worst-case scenario was Bokuto would say no - but given how close you had gotten over the past month you had high hopes.

Besides, he was the perfect option. You would feel comfortable with him in your home, he had been over a few times before, and your dog adored him. And, he lived close by too, so if something were to happen or if he didn’t feel comfortable staying at your place for a few days it wouldn’t be the end of the world; he and your pet would just a few blocks.

You asked him, on a particularly warm Tuesday night for October, and he said yes without hesitation. You didn’t know why he agreed, perhaps it was in the bashful manner you asked, or maybe he could sense the quiet desperation in your tone. But, overall, it didn’t matter to you, just as long as your home and precious pet were safe.

But just as your life had started to slowly be consumed by him in all those little ways he had woven himself into your daily routine; Bokuto’s was completely taken away by you.

He couldn’t help it. Bokuto found himself thinking about you all the time, at almost every moment of the day. While grocery shopping he thought of what you might buy, and what dishes you might make yourself. At practice when he was supposed to be listening to his coach, or paying attention to the plays happening before him, all he could think about was having you sit on the bleachers cheering him on. Even late at night after you had sent your last text of the day, wishing him goodnight, he was thinking about you, almost obsessed by you, though he figured it was inevitable given how borderline obsessive he was before he even knew you; when he would just watch your figure pass by his window every day.

That was probably why he said yes to your request; not wanting to say no to your cute face or to possibly jeopardize his future chances of being with you. Besides, he loved your dog, and the chance to be in the place you called home, for longer than a moment to drop you off, was far too tempting.

“My goodness, again, thank you so much for doing this!” You gushed once more as you rushed to get the last of your things together, pushing Bokuto further into your home.

“No problem at all! Happy I could do this for you” He beamed, still holding onto the bag you had practically thrown at him when you opened the door to greet him.

“I know, I know…” You took a breath, finally taking the proper moment to actually acknowledge him “But still… figured I would let you know how appreciative I am; so, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He responded in kind, his smile was so gentle that it made your heart skip a beat.

“R-right! Um… I wrote a list of what Rufus needs. His feeding schedule, walk schedule, all that kind of stuff. It’s on the kitchen table, so take a look.” Your voice went faint, though Bokuto could still hear you, as you walked away from him into your bedroom “It, it also has the passwords to my streaming services, should you want to use them.” You let out a small huff, as you dragged your suitcase from your bedroom “You are also free to have whatever you like from the kitchen! Nothing is off-limits, so go nuts. And um… you know if you wanted to bring your girlfriend over to hang out that’s cool with me too!”

You took your bag from Bokuto’s hold, taking a moment to peer inside to double-check you had all you needed in there. As well as looking at your suitcase to take a second to recall all you put in; trying to see if you had forgotten anything; doing your best to try and play it cool over what you just said.

“Well, that won’t be necessary,” Bokuto mumbled, doing his best to look at you but not stare. a hand fiddling with one of his hoodie’s drawstrings “The girlfriend thing I mean… don’t have one so… yeah.”

His nervous chuckle made you follow suit making you pause your tireless item shuffling to glance up at him; your smile was small before growing wider alongside his and you shared a brief moment - on that you both couldn’t really put a name to, but knew it was a good one all the same.

“Alright, I think I’m good to go!” You bit your lip, taking hold of your suitcase; extending the handle for easier use.

“Safe travels, okay? Text me when you get there!” Bokuto asked, opening the door for you to avoid any further struggles

“Don’t worry, I will!” You leaned up, placing a quick peck on his lips before walking through your threshold “Thanks, again! I’ll see you in a few days!”

Bokuto watched you leave, down the hall, and into the elevator with a dumbstruck look on his face; if you weren’t in such a hurry you might have laughed at that. But as soon as you were out of sight that shocked look turned into one of dumbstruck love as a goofy smile crossed his face as he closed your door with a goofy-sounding chuckle.

‘Our first kiss’ was all he could think about as he wandered over to your couch, plopping down on it as he absent-mindedly pet your dog as he relived the way your lips felt over and over again. Hoping that when you came back, he would be graced with another one.

The first night went without a hitch. Due to your late afternoon departure, all Bokuto had to do was put Rufus out for the last time, and then enjoy the night in. Ordering food and choosing a movie to play in the background as he absent-mindedly scrolled his phone - sending a good night text your way once you confirmed you made it to your hotel safely. And given that Iwazumi was so hard on him, and his team members, in training earlier that day, he didn’t think twice about hitting the hay once he got back from that final walk with your furry friend.

However, the next morning would prove to be his downfall.

Though it wasn’t like it was his fault really. It was just, sleeping in your bed, being surrounded by the smell of you - the whisper of floral from the shampoo that you use lingered on your pillows, the faint smell of your laundry detergent that comforted him as he snuggled deeper in your blanket, and the scent of your faded sweat the clung the deeper he sunk into your sheets - all of it was so uniquely, perfectly, utterly you that his body acted without thinking.

And maybe it was because he was laying in your bed, surrounded by the same sheets that clung to your body in ways he could only imagine, could only dream about. That such an innocent act was something far more intimate than he, and more than likely yourself, thought it could be. It was something that got to him more than it should.

No matter how much he tossed and turned, tried to think of anything else, his body betrayed him. And as the sun’s rays hit his eyes, signaling a new day, his stiffened cock stood proud, barely contained by the fabric of his boxers, just as it did when he first crawled into your bed.

“A cold shower would do the trick,” Bokuto whispered to himself as he dragged his body into an upright position, keeping an eye on your dog to make sure he was still asleep. “Always works before a game….”

And it did. Well… whenever he was about to play a game, or away on tour and needed to get rid of his morning wood before meeting his teammates. This was proving to be a different case all entirely. And he was only a man.

A weak, weak, man too easily trumped by temptation.

He would apologize, and beg to whatever god that was above, for your forgiveness and understanding but he couldn’t help but stroke his cock to the thought of you. How your skin would look all lathered in bubbles from the body wash he was currently inhaling; never once thinking the smell of hibiscus would make his eyes roll to the back of his skull. Imagining how he would bend you over, pressing you against the cheap tile wall, and fuck you so hard that your neighbors could hear the sound of your moans over the water; how pretty your pussy would look after he came so deep inside, how his cum would slowly seep out and down your pretty legs before being washed away down the drain.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bokuto hissed, as his hipped jerked into his hand, his release overtaking him making a mess of his hand, chest, and your shower wall; silently, and shamefully watching it go down your drain - disappointed over the reality of it all.

The rest of the day went decently enough. Bokuto avoided your room and everything in it, even your bathroom for most of the day in fear of having to take another hour-long shower. Instead, he occupied his time by taking your dog out on a nearby, local, hiking trail; one that traversed close to and alongside a river. Your dog loved it, and Bokuto made sure to keep a mental note to take you out here soon before the weather got too cold and the river would freeze over.

He also spent his time, the majority of his evening, catching up on the latest TV drama Hinata was begging him to watch; keeping the younger man updated on which episode he was on, and taking small breaks to feed your dog or to take him on his needed walks for bathroom relief.

But Bokuto knew he couldn’t avoid it forever; that when night fell, he would crack once more. He knew he should have slept on the couch, to deal with the aches in his joints, the soreness in his muscles, and whatever back pain he would inevitably have by huddling and sleeping in such a still position on your too-small couch. But the allure of sleeping in your sheets - to be surrounded by the same comfort you allowed yourself to enjoy every night - was too enticing.

It was a sleepless night, once again.

Though this time it was not spent like the night before, where he was tossing and turning to try and settle down to get a proper night's rest. Bokuto knew that it would be pointless to try. Instead, fueled by the faded smell of your shampoo that lingered on your pillowcase, he took hold of your fluffiest pillow, and slotted it between his legs; against his weeping and aching cock. No longer able to help, or ignore the heat that coursed through his veins.

His whimpers, though muffled, echoed within your empty bedroom as the sound of your headboard softly hitting the wall behind accompanied the sinful symphony as his body crushed your favourite pillow; hips desperately trying to keep that wonderful friction it gave to get him over the edge. Bokuto thought about how you would look folded into a mating press as he pinned you in place with nothing but his weight; how sweet you would look with tears in your eyes as you babbled on about how much you loved his cock.

“Yeah, just like that…. fuck, you’re such a good girl….nngh!.... You like taking my cock, huh? You like how my fat cock stretches you out? Come on… come on say it, please?”

It went on all night long, and when the morning sun finally hit his tired eyes did Bokuto finally feel spent; finally felt like he got all his pent-up frustrations out of him. Though his body screamed at him to not move, to lay down and rest, he had to ignore it. Had to take your soiled bedding - pillows, sheets, and blankets - off your bed so they could be washed. If he had more energy he would wince in shame over how much cum he managed to spill out onto it all; but right now he couldn’t give a damn. It was more than worth it to him.

Bokuto blessed the gods above that you had a washer and dryer within your cute apartment; how thankful he was not to have to take them all the way down flights of stairs and possibly run into one of your neighbors. He quickly went to put a load on, knowing he had to take care of a few last things around the house, for your little dog, and place some new sheets on your bed to dissuade any suspicion before you got home.

And oh what a blessing your little laundry room was.

There, sat atop your dirty laundry within the hamper you kept so neatly tucked away, sat a pair of pretty pink lace panties. He knew you had worn them, knew that they were meant to be washed, knew you had not left them there to tease him but instead discarded them like anyone would with used clothing, and he knew he should have just walked away from them. But they were so pretty, Bokuto couldn’t help but grab them for a closer look.

Couldn’t help but enjoy the way the soft fabric felt against his calloused fingertips. Couldn’t help but bring them up to his face, couldn’t help the way his mouth watered from the musky smell that greeted him, and certainly couldn’t help what he was about to do.

He knew it was wrong; he only has a few hours before you came home for Christ's sake. But this whole weekend was a perfect example of how little control he had when it came to you. That despite how wrong it all was, how he was violating your privacy and taking advantage of this situation, he couldn’t quell his lust as he took another deep inhale of your scent that stayed on that flimsy piece of fabric; his loose athletic shorts slipping past his hips as his angry-red cock sprung free once again.

“Gotta be quick…. gotta be quick - fuck!” He kept muttering to himself as he furiously pumped his hand up and down the length of his cock; doing his best to finish quickly and move on to what he was supposed to be doing.

He thought of you on top of the washer; sitting like the good girl you were as he knelt before you and ate you out like his last meal - your moans and mewls shaking in rhythm to the vibrations of the machine below you. The whole image being brought to him in a clearer focus in his mind due to the constant inhale of your fragrance.

Bokuto came with an unexpected groan, finishing much faster than he anticipated; not realizing just how effective those pretty panties of yours were. He collapsed against your wall with a deep and satisfied sigh; doing his best to calm his heart and breathing down. He could hear his phone go off from the other room, the specific chime meant it was you - clearly texting him that you were almost home. Bokuto sighed one last time, knowing he was not in an even bigger hurry to clean things up; starting with the panties he had balled in his fist.

Maybe… maybe you won’t notice if they are gone….

or perhaps maybe you will

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Strawberry Jam

Your best friend has a sweet tooth.

cw: college!bokuto, oral(f!receving), dubcon, manhandling if you squint. 1.3k

“Ah shit!” Bokuto frowns. “I dropped my pencil.”

You absently hum at the sound of his voice from the ledge of your laptop. “Hm-?”

The sound of a skidding chair barely disrupts your line of focus from where it’s locked on your midterm - but the sound of his head knocking a bit against the underside of the table does pull a little chuckle from you. You glance at your keyboard through a few dull taps on your mousepad, but at the very least you’re considerate enough to mumble a quiet ‘You okay?’

Bokuto makes a huffy little whining sound that you opt to ignore in favor of letting your best friend crawl about the carpet like a mouse. Patting his palms against the plush nylon of your bedroom floor as he searches for his pencil, and you’re really no help when you make less than an effort to move your legs as he knocks against them.

The blue light turns the darkening room behind you a washed navy, whatever he just knocked his back against just unplugged the desk light. “You can just borrow one of mine y’know.”

“But this one’s special! It has my name engraved on it and everything!”

“Why would you-“ You spam the backspace bar for a loud couple clicks. “Why would you buy something like that if you know it’s gonna get shaved away anyway?”

“Because it’s cool… And I’ll know if someone steals it!”

Bokuto roots for the little punctures on the outlet through a few messy jabs of his fingers. “Your room eats up all my stuff.”

The fact that you can physically hear him pouting is enough to make you wanna audibly scoff. Especially when his little nest across the hall has already swallowed up a pair of your headphones, a few mismatched socks, and a volume of that manga you’ve been collecting since last spring. And anyways, it’s totally his fault. He’s the one who keeps treating your room like a second bedroom. You can’t even sift through your hamper without finding some of your clothes mixed up with his.

But instead of making that point, you pull a little piece of skin off your bottom lip that tastes metallic when you tuck it under your tongue, switching tabs to double check your sources and mumble a little sarcastically under your breath. “Sorry ‘bout my room eating your stuff.”

The way the room bursts into a warm haze barely phases you anymore than the hollow tap of thin wood clinking just before your feet. If Bokuto’s gasp should mean anything, a number two pencil gets to live to see another day.

“Find it?”

“I found it!”

Bokuto snorts at your halfhearted ‘Hoorah.” as he turns on his knees to crawl out from under the table. Blithely grunting his way through the cramped little space, but stopping on the heel of his palm when he notices something.

“Oh, hey!”

“Hmm?”

He ducks his head for a better view of your skirt. “What’s up with these undies?”

“Hm? Oh.” You lift your back a little, even still your eyes are locked on the screen. “You got a problem with Strawberry Shortcake?”

“No, I like them! They’re cute.”

You blow a tickled breath out through your nose. You should kick him for being a perv and peeking up your skirt. But really you’re just thankful he didn’t tease you for being childish after you just ragged on his special pencil.

Your elbow digs into the desk with a squeak as you rest your jaw in your palm, your voice is an absent drone. “Thanks, they’re strawberry flavored.”

The shift key clicks as you start a new paragraph.

And then your knees are colliding with the table. “Wha- They’re not actually strawberry flavored!”

The way you startledly flinch is hardly enough to deter Bokuto’s hot mouth from the front side of your panties, but the way he hums - runs a thorough lick through your clothed slit and pulls away, makes it hard for you not to outwardly shutter. “They’re not? No way, I totally taste it.”

“Bokut-“ You lay your hand against his scalp when he leans in to dig his nose in. “Don’t just start doing something like that out of nowhere!”

Wow, he’s really slobbering all over those poor things isn’t he? “Y’want me to stop?”

“N-…No, but-”

He digs his tongue in with a fervor.

It’s a few tempered licks before he’s finally reaching forward to tug your panties to the side, molten tongue massaging attentively over your clit as the way he’s all but mushing his head into your soaked cunt inclines you to scoot into your seat. - Although the distance is short lived. You’re helpless to stop him when he uses his weight to push the chair back enough to lift his head freely, and you're all but yanked onto your back as he secures your legs over his shoulders, lifting on his knees to eat you out from a better angle.

The position is a little awkward but the sensation is incredible. This guy is drinking you up like it’s all he knows how to do. The angle opens you up from top to bottom, his tongue doesn’t leave a spot untouched. You’d almost be embarrassed with all the noise you’re making, but his drunken moans are a contest to yours.

“Ko, you’re-“ Oh god, your poor chair. “You’re… making such a mess…!”

He makes a gluttonned sound of indignation. “S’your fault. ‘Pussy tastes so good…”

You whine. That’s your best friend talking to you like that. You don’t even know where this came from. One minute he’s a bumbling teddy bear, rooting around your carpet for his stupid novelty pencil, the next he’s-

“You’re g’nna cum in my mouth?” He noses your clit. “Gonna let me drink your cum? Yeah?”

You claw at the arms locked over your thighs. “Koutarou! K-Ko! Fuck… Oh my god…”

“You taste so fucking sweet. What kind of friend holds out on another when they know they’ve got the-“ The way he spits on your messy cunt makes your pretty eyes roll. “Most perfectest pussy in the whole wide world?”

That’s not a word. But you get the sentiment. Especially when he punctuates it by circling his middle finger around your tight little hole and eases it in with his tongue pressed against your clit. Deep guttural groan that reverberates throughout your entire body at the way your cunt suckles on his finger, gushing for him so eagerly that you start to drip down his arm. Your pretty pussy seems intent on making him fall in love with it. Love struck even when he slides another finger in. And it’s all he can do not go mad when you start to drunkenly hump into his face.

“Oh god, Ko! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Bokuto moans as your legs lock behind his shoulders, you’re so fucking hot he could die. “Mhm! Mhm!”

He’s rocking into you so thoroughly with his fingers that the chair starts to creek. The way the veins in his arm deliciously pop is enough to send you over the edge. “Ohhhh fuck! Cumming! m’ cumming!”

Bokuto sloshes his tongue over your clit as you spasm around his fingers. Wet noises double in volume as he continues to fuck into you, even when your leg kicks up from the amount of overstimulation. He just barely gives when you start to push his head away.

“Sorry, sorry!” Bokuto raises his head. “You’re just too fucking good.”

He helps you shimmy your sodden panties down your legs as you tiredly upright yourself in your seat, kissing your knee for good measure. “Hey, we’re still friends right?”

You nod. Though your throbbing clit says otherwise. “Yeah, you’re still my buddy.”

“Yay!” And you could almost giggle at how happy-go-lucky he can still look with your cum all over his face.

He holds your soaked underwear in his hand and they squish a little in his palm. “Can I keep these?”

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SHE WANTS YOU!

🎧 you’re proud to be my man, and i won’t let you go!

synopsis: they just can't see what a particular fangirl of theirs is trying to do...with the msby 4!

content: litte bits of insecure reader and little bit of clueless msby. but fears are put to rest. fluffy. casual intimacy. they are Smitten & loyal bfs

total wc: 4k

BOKUTO: Kotaro has always been good at handling difficult people. It just wasn’t in his nature to think the worst of them, and he handles even intentional malice by interpreting it as genuine questions or comments that needed a response to. And so he’d reflect and answer honestly how he felt, and that was often times enough to shut those kinds of people down.

Even the seemingly most malicious kinds of people Bokuto eagerly approached in a friendly manner and treated as a close friend. That, of course, included his fans.

He's always been one to enjoy basking in the limelight, being praised for his strengths and acknowledged for his easy going attitude. It was a great bolster to his self-esteem; he loved the people, and boy did they love him.

It’s because of Kotaro’s easy going attitude that made forming a relationship with him very easy.

Boundaries can become more easily crossed, but Kotaro doesn’t have very many, which only encourages fans to attempt to see just how far they can tread over the line before they’re pushed back on the other side of it.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with fan interactions, especially on your end; your heart swelled when you saw the ways his fans supported him and how much joy your boyfriend took in connecting with them. Their support meant just as much as his love for the sport he plays.

But there’s one fan you just can’t help but get a bad feeling from.

It’s more instinctive than anything, but the fact that you’re a little too familiar with her doesn’t sit right with you. She's somehow managed to catch Bokuto at all his events, and talk with him outside of matches before he's due to depart from the arena. She's always eager to catch him, even at the very last second, but since it’s Bokuto, he has no qualms, and happily stays to chat for a couple of minutes before the coach insists the team needs to get a move on.

And then she’d start to slowly up the physical touch, from brushing her hand against his skin while reaching for something for him to sign, to fully grasping his arm as she laughs at something he said.

You knew he wouldn’t believe you at first when you brought up your concerns.

“Really? I mean, I don't blame her for coming back for more; I'm awesome! But she’s only a fan!”

This one particular person you had a bad feeling about was not exempted from your boyfriend's goodwill, despite over time becoming more obvious with her intentions. Eventually, she began treating him like an old friend with some underlying feelings.

“I don't think she has bad intentions.” he’d answer honestly in response to your concern. Of course, Bokuto doesn’t want to believe that this nice fan of his has an underlying agenda with her eager conversations, but he can at least see that the situation has been stressing you out with each reluctant drop of the subject, lip jutted out as if not fully soothed by his reassurance.

She’s there in the crowd again, and you know that after the game, no matter the outcome, she’ll go looking for your boyfriend as he sticks around for a couple of interviews to conclude the day, and you dread it. The game goes smoothly, with Kotaro in perfect form, something you know he wasn’t able to achieve very often back in his high school days, and you can’t help but marvel sometimes at the amount of progress he’s made.

When the Jackals eventually file out of the gym after their triumphant win, you make a beeline for each other. He quickly runs to meet you halfway in one of the halls, caught up in his adrenaline high from the game as he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you off the ground. He’s sweaty, and how he still has energy is beyond you, but you don’t care and immediately reciprocate the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Did you see me? Did you see how amazing I was out there?” he badgers excitedly as he puts you down, and you nod with a grin.

“You did so good, Ko! That spike in the final set was—“

“Kotaro! You were incredible!”

Your grip on his forearms immediately tighten, and the two of you both look over your shoulder to see her jogging up to the two of you with a breathless laugh.

“As always, of course. I knew you’d be able to power through their defense!”

“Well, not always.” Bokuto let’s out a little laugh and peeks from the corner of his eye at your tense smile. She seems to take notice as well, and hers only widens.

“Give yourself more credit,” she scoffs playfully. “I noticed even in this game that you—“

“I appreciate the kind words, but I can’t stay to chat.” he smiles at her, wide and genuine, and you look down in surprise when you feel his arm wrap around you, his hand squeezing your shoulder as he brings you to his side.

“My partner here is treating me to a celebratory meal!”

The two of you both blink in surprise at his words. Typically no matter how crowded his schedule, he always spares a couple of minutes to chat.

“Oh, well… I suggest this one sushi place nearby. I can pull up the location!”

“That's alright! Y/N already promised to take me to one of my favorite places. It was nice seeing you again!”

And with that, he takes your hand and drags you off with a bounce in his step and a smile still plastered on his face.

There isn’t a single indication that any of his words were fake or had a malicious undertone meant to humiliate her. Only that he was vocal in that he prioritized you over her.

You gave him a teasing smile. “So, when did I say I'd be treating you?”

“You mean you won’t?!” he whips his head toward you with a heartbroken expression, as if having fully expected that you’d reward him for his incredible performance.

“No, no, of course I will. Anything you want.” you grinned, bumping his shoulder as his grip on your hand tightened and his smile widened, and he continued to boast about how great his plays were.

He later posts a message of thanks to his fans for all the support he received for the match on his socials with a photo of the two of you enjoying your meals. You can now be confident that no other fan will be testing their luck with his boundaries any time soon.

MIYA: Atsumu is solely focused on himself. On his plays. On sharpening his skill. On having his fun.

And, of course, on you.

Atsumu, as much as it has been stereotyped for him, is not one to look for validation in his fans. Whether they’re a fangirl or an old man in the stands who's watched the game all his life, he does not care for their criticisms nor their compliments. The only people he at all considers feedback from is his coach, his brother, and you. That doesn’t mean he’s immune to what they say about each one of his plays, however. He gets down when the commentators call out a bad play, and pumped when the stadium roars with cheers for him.

But because of this sort of suave personality of his, people fit him into the mould of a playboy. And because he has such high expectations of the people around him, people have assumed that he had high expectations of his romantic partners as well.

Someone rich, someone famous, someone absolutely drop dead gorgeous. That was who the majority of Atsumu's fans assume is his criteria for a partner. And so, when he’s spotted out with a celebrity he’s been working closely with for a modeling partnership, one that happens to exceed all of those expectations, it’s no surprise that dating rumors regarding the two of them being in secret kahoots start to circulate among not only their individual fanbases, but the sports community as well.

Multiple comments claiming the encounters to be a “soft launch” made your eye twitch as you encountered them under related posts. You couldn’t help but sometimes find yourself laughing at those who insist that it’s obvious they’re in love with one another.

Perhaps the celebrity he’s been hanging with was in love with him, as she hasn’t been the least bit shameless in expressing her admiration and adoration for your boyfriend, but Atsumu had not the slightest bit of romantic interest for her. You knew through his exasperated rants about her being difficult and obnoxious. But, of course, nobody else knew.

Still, he works with her for quite a bit of time. And though you know Atsumu isn’t the type to be disloyal, certainly not toward you, you can’t help but let the rumors get to your head sometimes, and in turn an insecurity manifests in the form of an ache in your chest or a lump in your throat. It doesn't help the fact that this celebrity is constantly posting her time with him online, and “playfully” validating comments that ship the two of them together.

He tells you to get off of social media when you get down about the situation. It just isn’t worth the mental torture; and besides, their relationship is strictly professional. It's the only reason why she’s so friendly. For a man who loves to bask in whatever praise he’s given, he sure seems oblivious to the very obvious clues she’s been dropping him. He has to believe it’s strictly the guise of accomplishing successful business.

Still, it’s not like you make a conscious decision to go against his words and subject yourself to further irritation and insecurity. You couldn’t help yourself; you knew very well that, compared to her, you were a nobody. You couldn’t compete with everything she had.

You slowly started to agree with the comments who argued that they should get together; they do look pretty good together, they are extremely compatible. And above all else, she could probably support him way better than you ever could. You swear to yourself you don’t feel jealous, bitter, petty--not in the slightest.

But the sour expression Atsumu comments on one evening while the two of you lounge on your couch as you yet again scroll through comments claiming your boyfriend would suit someone not like you has you reflecting otherwise.

“What’s with the look? Reading the news?”

“Mm.” Is your vague reply, eyes not peeling away from the screen in front of you. Atsumu’s curiosity grows, and he raises an eyebrow.

“What’s it say?”

A moment of silence between the two of you as you continue scrolling. When you finally process the question and silence, you inhale sharply and finally look up at him, closing your phone and setting it on the coffee table beside you. “No, it’s nothing. Just something online.”

“Ugh. Don’t tell me you’ve been scrolling through those comments again.”

You shoot him a glare at his insensitivity, but also at how quickly he was to figure it out. The sour look on your face has become synonymous with that topic that Atsumu could easily recognize as the source of your frustration.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

He groans as he collapses on top of you, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You grunt in pain at the sudden weight, and still annoyed from his previous comment, you try to pry his face away, which only makes Atsumu stubbornly latch even harder onto you. “Atsumu!”

“I told you, those people have no idea what they’re talking about. She’s insufferable.”

“I know.”

It’s a statement, but the sad tone in which you say it makes Atsumu’s heart sink. He opens his eyes and tilts his head to look up at you, chin digging into the side of your arm. “You’re way prettier.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks.”

“And your place is nicer. And your food is tastier. And your humor is better than hers.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you feel your heart lighten a little at his attempts at picking you up, and Atsumu feels his own growing lighter, too. “Don’t tell Osamu about the food thing.”

“Oh, no, his is still better than yours.”

“Of course it is.” You reply back as if it were hardly a matter that needed to be debated.

Atsumu was good at this; making you smile, making you laugh, making you feel loved and wanted. It didn’t take long for him to stomp on the insecurities that managed to manifest in your heart in order to lessen their load on you. He wouldn’t stand for his partner to feel inadequate compared to someone else, especially since Atsumu chose you. You and your wit, your kindness, your passion, your talent, your everything.

He stays over that night as he often does, and he knows he really shouldn’t do this, but the people he cares about came before anything else. And what’s the worst it could do, really?, responding to a couple of comments?

Needless to say that Atsumu’s replies talking you up about how great you are under his shippers’ comments make headlines on news articles the next day--and show the world just who his heart truly belongs to regardless of who you were.

HINATA: Much about him is different, upgraded. His technical skill has immensely bolstered since his high school days. He's able to pull off more in games; impressive feats achieved by his lightning quick reflexes and speed, once aiding him in his high school signature quick now aiding him in setting and receiving, sharpened by his intense training in the South. Even his physique is different; still shorter than most players you’d encounter in the realm of volleyball, but he’s grown a few inches and packed muscle all around. If that wasn’t enough proof of his hard work, his tan surely gave away just how much he dedicated himself to the sport with all the time he spent out in the sun training.

All of these things, along with his impressive performance on the court, have made Shoyo Hinata quite popular, and not simply for what people used to cheer him on for; being the underdog, or one half of a fearsome duo. His journey as a player aided him in his career, and all on his own has he established himself as an indomitable force.

People admire him for that. You admire him for that. You couldn’t blame the people who were so amazed and star stricken by him; how could you when you were as well?

But sometimes it went overboard, and sometimes it seemed like you were the only person who took notice. Sometimes this one sided observation was accidental; he’s too absorbed in his game; in the blood rushing to his ears, in the thrill of a good game-- that he just doesn’t notice. Sometimes you purposely keep the observation one-sided; these kinds of fans are inevitable, and the rational part of you knows they won’t compromise your relationship by any means.

There's one enthusiastic interviewer that’s a fan of Shoyo’s, and that he’s very friendly with; as he is with all of them. But this one in particular has managed to latch onto him because of it. You see her and her crew at every one of his games, big or small, and always openly expresses her very immense love for the sport; and for him.

Of course, Shoyo only understands “volleyball”, and you know that he’s always been giddy over being shown on the front covers or interviewed online, and so he’s always eager to accept a conversation with her, especially since she’s so friendly and knowledgeable.

iIt’s late in yours and Shoyo’s apartment when they run the interviews and live games from a big game earlier that season. As they start to discuss the Black Jackals, you call for him over your shoulder in the kitchen, where he’s preparing dinner.

“Sho, hurry, it’s starting!”

You can hear the increased urgency in his movements, but they die out as you watch one of his interviews from a very familiar news channel come onto screen. Your boyfriend, from hours earlier, stares happily at the interviewer behind the lens.

“Your skill and strength was absolutely incredible in this game- as it always is. You were also very impressive in high school, you must’ve been really popular—especially with the girls.”

You felt your smile drop slightly, not even hearing the curses coming out of Shoyo’s mouth as he fumbled around in the kitchen.

The Shoyo on screen chuckled and rubbed his neck. “Oh, no, not really. Many didn’t even believe I was a starter!”

“Oh, that’s me!” Present Shoyo struggling with your food calls out excitedly from behind the kitchen wall.

“I know!” you laugh over your shoulder, and you recognize the interviewer’s also intermingling with yours, which only makes your irritation grow.

“You’re so impressive though, especially now! I'm sure there isn’t a single person out there who wouldn’t want to be with you.”

You could feel a vein in your head pop and your eye twitch, but you were caught off guard by on- screen-Shoyo’s next words.

“Well, I wouldn’t really know; I have an amazing partner who I'm always looking at, so if there were, I wouldn't have noticed!” he laughed, and it’s so sincere that your heart flutters at the honesty behind it.

“Ohh, that’s so sweet.” you hear the interviewer speak again, and you laugh at the significantly less cheer in her voice. “They must all envy—?“

“Y/N!” he interrupts to introduce you with a cheerful nod. “Yeah, I'm not sure. I know I used to envy their admirers.” he reflects with a short laugh. “But they’re truly my biggest supporter, and always put up with my schedules and drills. There’s one drill in particular actually—“

He goes back to droning on about the subject at hand, about his volleyball training and how it impacted his performance in the game, but by the time Shoyo from behind the kitchen wall finally arrives into the living room, the main spokesperson has moved on to discussing other players and matches.

“Aw, did I miss it?” Shoyo cries disappointedly as he speeds into the room, sliding your plate down on the coffee table in front of you and taking a seat beside you on the couch with his own.

You grin at him, mind still on his words from before and you nudged him. “Took you long enough.”

“You could’ve helped.” he grumbles and you kiss his cheek sympathetically with a small sorry, and from the way he brightens and his cheeks tint pink, you can tell you’re immediately forgiven.

And as he gushes in awe of the other players’ highlights and interviews, a small part of you can’t help but think back on his words and feel a little smug with yourself when you also remember the interviewer’s awkward disposition after he had brought you up. You can’t help but be comforted to know that the innocent mention of you was not only a reminder to her, but to those like her, that his heart was fully committed to you and only you.

SAKUSA: If there was one aspect of Sakusa’s career he particularly disliked, it was the fans.

It was evident that he couldn’t care less about the fame he had or the things people were willing to do for him or had to say about him (unless they were directly interfering with his life), and you couldn’t help but feel some sort of relief to know Kiyoomi would not spare a single glance at some of his more fiercely devoted fans.

Yet of course, your problem had to lie outside of that realm.

Your problem was not an avid fan, who had the circumstances of a parasocial relationship to comfort you, but a colleague of Kiyoomi’s whom the Jackals worked pretty closely with; and happened to be quite a fan of your boyfriends.

You felt bad getting worked up over something so petty, but her persistence in trying to extend her relationship with Sakusa into something friendlier couldn’t help but sound off alarm bells in your head. You already knew that your boyfriend had a million other nuisances to deal with, and you had no intention of adding onto that list with your selfishness and unjustified uneasiness, especially when you knew your boyfriend had strict boundaries he wouldn’t compromise for anyone.

Well, almost anyone.

She was shamelessly unprofessional at times, attempting to emulate your affectionate behavior towards him in hopes that she’ll receive the same sort of submissive response that only you could get out of him.

Your boyfriend, for the sake of keeping good business, tolerated the over-friendliness, and saw it as nothing more than an attempt at trying to seem more casual and easy going in a business setting.

You’ve attempted to subtly bring up your discomfort at times when she got too out of hand for your liking, typically when the two of you were in the car or lounging around at home. You’d ask his thoughts about her behavior or her personality, to which he respond with something that amounted to the conclusion that: “she’s just doing her job.”

She’s tagged along on one of the away games that you so happen to also be coming along on. She's been quite enthusiastic on sharing her research on the area they’re staying in to him, and she doesn’t spare a single detail as he prepares to head out for the day.

“--and apparently the food in this area is extremely good. Everyone says that you can’t visit without trying it. There’s this restaurant in particular not too far from the training center! I’m sure I can get the two of us reservations before we--”

“Why would we do that?” he asks suddenly, obviously already irritated by her incessant conversation, turning toward her with a frown.

Her expression is one of shock and slight embarrassment for a moment before she recollects herself.

“Just…you know, to sample the cuisine!”

“Is it business related?”

Again, blunt and to the point, the woman needs a moment before she responds.

“Well--”

“My partner and I have plans while we’re in the area. You can talk to my manager about scheduling a meeting regarding any matters you have to discuss. I've already discussed with them my availability.”

You start to approach him as he finishes setting the remainder of his gear into his training bag, and the woman yet again tries to recollect herself after suddenly being met with the fact that Kiyoomi was already taken. He looks up at you waiting for him by the gymnasium doors, and doesn’t even spare the woman a single glance or wave before making his way over.

He bumps your shoulder as he strides in step with you, mumbling “let’s get out of here.” and then “are your hands clean?”

And when you mumble a yeah in response, he reaches down to take one in his, intertwining your fingers and leaving just enough room for the woman watching your backs to be able to see the rare show of affection.

You’re caught off guard by the sudden pda, and glance over your shoulder, then back at him in confusion. He feels your quizzical gaze on him and sighs exasperatedly. “She wasn’t just doing her job…”

You couldn’t help but hum a little pleased with yourself, puffing out your chest a little when you realized that she didn’t get her way, and squeeze his hand a little tighter. He shoots you a look at you a little with a roll of his eyes and squeezes back. “We’re going back to the room.”

“Actually, I heard there was a really nice restaurant around here. I was thinking of trying to get us reservations.”

He stared down at your eager smile and bright eyes and found his resolve waning the longer he did so. He turned his gaze back toward the front. “Okay. Room first, though.”

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sunasjellyfruit · 7 months

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Their hands during sex

Boys who can't help but grab your body while roaming onto you, groaning each time your moans reach his ears. His hands find your thighs, waist, ass, whatever they can reach as long as it's you. You and your intoxicating scent, warmth, softness... sometimes even leaves his fingers' marks without noticing, he just can't control his strength when you're squeezing him so nicely.

Bokuto, Tanaka, Atsumi, Semi, Kageyama.

Boys who need to have their fingers intertwined with yours in some way whether he's fucking you or making love to you. It feels more intimate, a double connection with you. He tries not to hurt your small digits, so fragile in comparison to his. Sweat dampening his forehead and accumulating between your palms, and when you squeeze his hands when your release is close he swears he loses himself.

Iwaizumi, Daichi, Oikawa, Yamaguchi, Nishinoya, Asahi, Ushiwaka, Kenna, Akaashi.

Boys who don't hold your hands, but lock them. Whether it's pinning both your wrists against the mattress, holding them above your head. Sometimes holding not your wrists but your ankles, holding your body and having control over you.

Kurō, Osamu, Oikawa, Tsukki, Hinata.

Boys who findyour neck so pretty and so naked. Perfect for a new necklace. You're almost begging him to choke you, pin you against the bed by the neck. And when your small hands hold his wrists as support when you start feeling your head light from the lack of air he swears his soul leaves his body. And even if he feels guilty when he later notices some red marks on the sides of your neck, he can't help but also feel proud about it.

Suna, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Satori, Omi.

Boys who don't even touch you. They enjoy seeing you struggle, almost with tears in your eyes, as you beg for him to touch you, to hold you, to be over you. And he just smiles devilishly not giving in to your pledges. It's almost like a cruel game for you both, to see who can last longer without proper contact more than just sex.

Suna, Ushiwaka, Oikawa, Semi, Suga, Osamu.

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animehideout · 5 months

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How Would Haikyuu Men Dress Up For Your Date (IMO)

Oikawa Tooru:

aliens all the way >

Iwaizumi Hajime:

husband material >

Kuroo Tetsuroo:

bad boy vibe >

Kageyama Tobio:

introvert street wear >

Kenma Kozume:

comfy >

Nishinoya Yū:

Baggy all the way >

Bokuto Koutarou:

gotta flex'em broad shoulders >

Akaashi Keiji:

the elegance 🤌🏻 >

Sugawara Koushi:

softie uwu >

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luvingtsumu · 3 months

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TODDLER!HAIKYUU BOYS that will be possesive over their favorite daycare caregiver.

His favorite game was when you pretended to be a princess and he was the brave and charming knight that saved you.

For his 3 year old brain, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, you always made sure his milk was warm and that he had his favorite stuffed animal whenever he took a nap.

Every time he saw you with another child on your arms, he felt the absolute betrayal. Why would you take care of another kid that wasn't him!?

"No!" he whined as he hold onto your leg while you had in your arms a sleeping little boy "y/n mine!" he puffed out his cheeks as he intensely pulled your shirt trying to catch your attention back to him.

You found him adorable, but every day it was more difficult to keep him from pushing the other kids that got close to you, and you were sure his mommy didn't like you because he seemed to like you more than her; and it was always a problem when she came to pick him up, because he never wanted to leave their place in your arms.

—MIYA ATSUMU, MICHINARI AKAGI, RYUNOSUKE TANAKA, YUU NISHINOYA, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, HINATA SHOYO, LEV HAIBA, OIKAWA TOORU, TAKAHIRO HANAMAKI, KANJI KOGANEGAWA, BOKUTO KOTARO, SATORI TENDOU, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, MOTOYA KOMORI.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu #akagi michinari #ryunosuke tsunashi #yuu nishinoya #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #lev haiba #oikawa tooru #takahiro hanamaki #kanji koganegawa #bokuto kotaro #satori tendou #goshiki tsutomu #motoya komori #hq x you #haikyuu oneshot

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luza-wayne · 3 months

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MY DUTY.

18+!, MINORS DON'T INTERACT!

bokuto x f!reader

wc: 5.3k

cw: sexual content, breast play, grinding, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, mention of masturbation, multiple orgasms, getting caught, public sex, mention of blowjob

spoiled and pampered.

a normal person would have been jealous once they heard that i am treated like a majesty, not just by my family, but the whole kingdom.

and i'm not even a royal blood.

but…

i'm sure once they hear the reason why i'm treated like this, they'd think otherwise.

“miss, we have finished preparing your bath.” a maid said while she bowed respectfully.

“i understand. thank you.” you calmly replied.

you walked to the bathroom and smelt how it's more fragrant than it usually is, how the scent of the candles compliments the smell of the bath. the ambiance is just perfect.

you look behind you, to your servants.

“i can see you all worked hard to prepare my last bath in this place. you have my gratitude.” you said and smiled at them.

“we deserve no thanks, miss. we just did what we could to make sure you leave without a problem.” the housekeeper replied.

“i see.” you sweetly answer, still gazing at her with a soft smile.

you untie your robe and take it off, not caring if the servants are still there. you dipped your hand first, immediately taking it out and replacing it with your foot and then your whole body, until your collar bone.

“ah~ just the perfect warmth.” you uttered. now that you've soaked yourself in it, you finally noticed it. “this fragrance… is it vanilla?”

even though i usually use eucalyptus?

“yes, miss. it's a tradition. one should use vanilla scented fragrance on their last bath in this nurturing house.” the housekeeper explained.

you just hummed softly. hearing the word “last”, it made you remember the reason why you were here in the first place.

and tonight is really the start.

you thought as you traced the black lines around your wrists.

•••

you chuckled quietly.

“i see. so, no one came to see me one last time.” you said as you gazed at the view of the whole kingdom at your spot.

it’s night-time and the light from each household, establishments and the brightly lit palace got tattooed in your mind. it’s the first time you got to view the land of the palace in a different place other than your window.

it’s so beautiful. i wish i could stare at it forever.

you chuckled at your own thoughts. there’s no way you could. you turned around and faced the gloomy forest in front of you. you stared at the bunch of trees at the entrance of the off-limited mountain.

you started to move towards it, but somehow you can't gather the strength to take your second step.

just as when your head started to get unnecessary thoughts, you slightly flinched when you heard a crowd shout.

“for our kingdom's safety, we wish you strength for your venture!”

you looked behind you and all your servants and the royal guards stood proudly.

hearing this, you started walking for the entrance again.

that's right. i am here for my kingdom's safety.

as soon as you passed by the two big trees at the entrance, you immediately wore the necklace with a stone pendant.

you looked behind you and as surprising as it may be, the entrance disappeared.

everything was just forest. eerie and cold forest. trees, shrubs, noises of the animals. it filled your senses with it.

just as expected, this is the reason why entering this mountain is forbidden.

you sighed as you looked in the front.

they told me once i entered the forest, i shouldn't be afraid and just let the stone guide the way.

“…”

how, though?

you took the necklace out from your hood. you wore a white long hood that reached your ankle above your tight gray shirt and capri pants.

“u-um… stone, please show me the way…?” you waited for a few moments, but nothing happened to the necklace.

“o—kay… that didn't work!” you chuckled and slapped your forehead with your palm, while you put the necklace back inside the hood.

oh shoot, i should watch my actions— oh… wait.

it's just me now. the servants aren't here anymore…

“can i now stop the suffocating act of being so noble?” you asked yourself.

“i usually just talk like this in my mind, but being able to actually speak normally is still the best!”

you took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

“i can just talk like when i was a kid�� before they learned i was special and—”

no! no! i can’t think negatively right now! i will do this! i've already prepared and accepted this!

you grip your hand on your hood unconsciously and when your eyes see it, you immediately brushed off the thought and shook your head.

“well, the important thing is that i can speak freely now! hahahaha—ahh!” you snapped your head to your left when you suddenly heard a shuffling.

your eyes widened and your legs shook.

it’s a pack of wolves.

what should i do?

*grrr*

your body stood frozen when they very slowly walked towards you.

what should i do?

you tried to move your shaky legs, but it didn't work the way you wanted it to. you took a step back and it was too small that you tripped on your own hood, making you fall on your back.

the wolves driven by hunger immediately took this chance and ran to you, but the fall earlier made the necklace slide out of your hood.

the stone suddenly glowed brightly, that it also made you close your eyes and all you could hear was the scared cries of the wolves that slowly became quieter.

when you didn't hear it anymore and the light became dim, you finally opened your eyes.

the wolves are gone! thank goodness— wait!

stone! glowing!?

“what was that?”

“so, it was time. good thing, i was able to prepare.”

you gasped and jumped when someone suddenly talked behind you. it was the reflex that made you pull the necklace to your front while you closed your eyes.

“go away, wolf! go away, please! shoo! ” you mutter, hoping that the stone would work like earlier.

“wolf? i'm not a wolf.” you heard another voice that sounded so hurt about what you said.

you opened your eyes when you realized they could speak your language.

oh, they're humans… right?

“akaashi, do i look like a wolf?” the guy with silver and black hair asked tha akaashi guy, who had messy black hair.

“you don’t, bokuto.” he answered indifferently.

they were just wearing normal clothes, sleeping clothes to be more precise. you thought that maybe they didn't expect that you would suddenly appear in the middle of the night.

“s-sorry, i was just surprised. i thought it was wolves just like what appeared just now.” you apologized.

“it's fine! i know you were in trouble, since i felt the stone release some of its force nearby.” bokuto proudly said.

“yes?” you confusedly thought out loud.

“bokuto's magic force was infused in that stone. it serves as a charm or to protect the carrier of it.” akaashi explained, showing you his stone too, though it still leaves you confused.

“um– who are you two?” you asked.

“i apologize for the late introduction, i am akaashi, right hand of the kingdom's protector.” he introduced himself as he bowed slightly.

“kingdom's protector?” you said in shock. you looked at the other guy, who stood there charismatically and proudly.

“yes, that's me, bokuto!” he boasts in the cutest way, making you chuckle and resulting in him blushing.

“s-sorry, i didn't mean to laugh.” you quickly apologized and covered your mouth.

“your name is?” akaashi decided to cut off the awkwardness between the two of you.

“ah…” as soon as he said it, you immediately held your hood and took it off of your head, revealing your face to them. “i'm (y/n).”

you said and it suddenly turned silent.

you look at akaashi and see him looking at bokuto. you then looked at bokuto and saw him just staring at you.

“ngh—!” he suddenly groaned. he placed his hand on his head.

“bokuto, what happened?” akaashi asked.

“a-are you okay?” you took a step to him, but he suddenly raised his hand in front of you.

“no, just stay there. just don't come close to me.” he said. “akaashi, bring her to the palace and attend to her needs.” he said before he suddenly disappeared.

it didn't look like he teleported, but he just moved so fast your eyes weren't able to follow his movement.

“w-where did he go?” you questioned.

“back to the palace. now, let us head there too.” he invited and you just nodded.

he walked in front of you, leading the way. you were sure there were predators lurking in the darkness of the forest, but somehow they're not closing in.

is it because of the stone? or is it akaashi? that's his name, if i'm right.

“u-um, akaashi…” you started.

“yes?” he answered but continued walking.

“are there a lot of people in the palace?" you asked, since you're not used to crowded places.

"don't worry, it's just us two in the palace.” he answered straightly.

“then, where are the ones who were sent here before me? those two women.” you asked curiously.

“they were sent back.” he answered.

“you're lying. they would never come back.” you countered.

“i personally send them outside of this forest, since it's only me and bokuto who knows the way. if you didn't hear about them coming back, then that only means they kept their promise. “to live a quiet and low-profile life.” it was the promise they swore in exchange for getting out of here.” he clarified.

they're peacefully living inside the kingdom?

without the suffocating eyes always watching them?

without the weight of knowing your kingdom's safety depends on you?

“i wa—”

“well, for now, let us take a rest. we should hurry too.” akaashi unknowingly cuts you off.

after a few more minutes, a big castle suddenly appeared in front of you. it's smaller than the palace of the kingdom's ruler, but its inviting aura can't be compared.

“and you two are the only ones living here?” you whispered.

akaashi led you inside, which was much bigger than how it looks outside.

it's so quiet though.

you both heard a step on the staircase. there you saw bokuto, breathing heavily with a flushed face, but he looks weak.

“bokuto, we've arrived.” akaashi announced.

is he…?

when he heard his voice, he suddenly turned around and walked up the stairs again.

“let me walk you to your room.” akaashi said and you followed him quietly.

while walking, you remembered bakuto's figure earlier. you know what that is.

“those women before me, the reason they were able to leave…” you started, but akaashi already knew what you wanted to talk about.

“yes, they were untouched.” he answered briefly.

“huh?” you uttered, not wanting to believe what he just said.

“bokuto is the protector of the kingdom. he fights intruders and protects the kingdom at the same time. he's believed to be invincible. but, they know about the former hero and his weakness. it was his sexual desires. they thought it was just his personal wants, but the former hero revealed that it was the reason he gets stronger, but for some reason he only comes to selected people. those who were born with a black line around their wrist, a responsibility was made the moment they were born in this world and they had these marks. it was to not serve, but help the protector to protect the kingdom.” you narrate.

“those two… how could they abandon their responsibility to protect the kingdom and leave?” you clenched your teeth.

“wouldn’t everyone want that?” akaashi replied.

he’s right, but…

why am i so mad?

am i really mad about them leaving and not doing their responsibility? or is it because i just can't accept it when i heard they're out there living peacefully?

“they didn't try to leave as soon as they arrived here.” akaashi revealed as he examined your reactions.

“what?” you looked at him, stopping. he also stopped and looked at you.

“they tried to fulfill their duty, i assure you.” he confirmed it with a straight face.

“what are you saying?”

“it was bokuto who didn't want it.” he replied.

“wha—” before you can even finish, akaashi continued walking to a door close by.

“well then, this will be your temporary room. it might not be as grand as your room in the nurturing house, though. let us just talk in the morning. good night.” akaashi saluted and then left.

you walked to the window and gazed at the darkness outside, except you're not really looking at it.

what does he mean it was the kingdom’s protector who refused it? that's the reason why they were untouched and were able to leave?

i still haven't shared the same bed with him, does that mean i can still leave here?

this thought made a smile creep on your lips, but it didn't last long enough.

can i leave?

still, if i leave here—

“argh! (y/n), stop thinking for now! akaashi said we will talk tomorrow. i don't know what the time is now, but i'm sure it's already very late.” you muttered to yourself as you walked to the coat rack and hung your hood.

as soon as you took it off, you felt the stone fall lightly on your chest. you stared at it and removed it from your neck. you take a seat on the corner of the bed.

akaashi said earlier that this has bokuto's magic infused in it. it must have been a lot of magic for it to be able to detect that i was in trouble.

ah, that's right. they arrived too fast too. it wasn't even a minute then they appeared already. they must be pretty strong. especially bokuto.

but… he looked so vulnerable earlier. you thought as you recalled him at the stairs.

there were a few clothes in the closet, even a mirror and a few other things. after a moment of adjusting to the room, you finally managed to lay on the bed comfortably.

comfortably, but that doesn't mean you were sleepy.

you can't take the image of bokuto out of your mind. you just kept on changing your position, but you still can't sleep.

what to do? i can't sleep.

you sat on your bottom and looked at the door.

akaashi never said i can't go out, right?

you walked to the door, but remembered the clothes you wore. it was one of the night dresses in the closet, you can't complain, so you just wore the dress that reaches the under of your knees, with only panties under it.

i should put a cover on. you thought as you grabbed the piece of fabric and put it over your shoulder.

“this should do it.” you smiled to yourself.

you then silently opened the door and looked left and right to see if they're any guards.

“oh, what am i doing? they're the only ones living here.” you realized and stepped out bravely.

where should i even go? for now, let's just head to the hall.

you walked to the hallway, carefully remembering where you and akaashi walked through. after one last turn, you were able to reach the main hall. you went to the center and admired how big it was.

“wow, it's so amazing.” you whispered as you swirl around and dance to what your servants had taught you.

while dancing, your eyes caught the staircase and remembered bokuto. you just found yourself walking towards there. you know you're walking to it, but you didn't stop. you took the last step and walked to the hallway. you went to the farthest door, you don't know why, but your feet brought you there.

you turned the knob and opened the wooden door. you stood there in silence after you walked into the sight of bokuto staring outside the window. the curtain was moving because of the wind, but it looked like it's moving slowly next to bokuto's figure standing there.

he looks like a prince.

“ah!” you gasped when you realized what you were thinking, but this made your presence known to the guy in the room.

he widened his eyes and suddenly panicked.

“w-what are you doing here?” he asked.

“i apologize! i was taking a stroll around the place and i was suddenly here!” you explained, suddenly using your formal language with him.

“oh, i see.” he brushed off and then looked outside again, rather stiffly.

e-eh? it's alright? thank goodness.

with a brief contemplation with yourself, you decided to walk closer to him. you stood next to him and when he noticed you were there, you were sure he turned into stone.

you two just stood there next to each other awkwardly.

who will break the silence? you both don't know.

“tomorrow, akaashi will take you out of here, so you should get some good sleep.” he broke the silence, but the topic he started isn't good.

“why?” you asked him.

“i don't really know why, but akaashi always says that to them, so i thought i should say it too—” he explained.

“why do you want me to leave?” you looked up at him with furrowed brows.

he looked at you too, blushing a bit with how close the distance between the two of you are, but the confused look on his face is more evident.

“don't you want to go back and get out of here?” he asked.

“what makes you think that i wish for that?” you faced him.

“because, you're here out of your free will.” he reasoned, tilting his head.

“is that why you sent them out?” you queried. “even if that makes your body weak?” you said and took a step closer to him.

you noticed how startled he was, but also how he's redder than earlier and you finally realized it.

hm…

“does being close to me arouse you?” you straight up asked. he took a step back and nodded.

“is this a natural reaction whenever we get close to you?” you questioned. he looked away for a bit before nodding slowly.

“but, somehow it's much stronger this time.” he added.

looking at him now, it's hard to imagine that this guy who looks like he couldn't kill someone or even an ant is actually the strongest person in the kingdom.

“you were always able to hold yourself back whenever we arrived, just because you think we're doing this by force.” you muttered under your breath.

“(y/n)?” he called for you.

doing all of that… that's just unfair.

you took a step and held his shirt tightly, you pulled him down until both of your lips were connected.

his mind processed what was happening. his eyes widened. he immediately put his hands on both your shoulders.

“you— you can't!” he said, face red with what just happened. “do you know that if we went there, you won't be able to go back?!” he reminded you.

“yes, hero. of course, i know that. it's what the people who pampered me always tell me. the moment i become one with you, is the moment i would have my future locked with you.” you said as you removed his hands on your shoulder.

“you’re aware of that, yet you're still doing this? don't you want to go out?”

you sighed. you pulled him to the bed and made him sit on the edge of it. he let himself get pulled by you, not wanting to accidentally exert too much force and hurt you.

“do you know? i was a child when these black stripes on my wrist appeared. i was taken into the nurturing house without any explanation given to me.” you talked, caressing the marks on your skin.

“even if i managed to go out there, i won't be able to live peacefully. i don't know how the world works. i don't have a family anymore. all i’ve ever known is how to please the kingdom’s protector.” you told him.

“don't you think that i'll be more useful here than outside?” you asked as you took a seat on his lap.

he stared at you with wide eyes, before closing his eyes and biting his lower lip.

“(y/n), please… you should stop or i won't be able to hold back anymore.” he warned as he covered his face with one hand.

you smiled.

you went to his neck and heard him let out a gasp. he then groaned.

he put his hands on your waist and pulled you away. his adam's apple bobbed up and down. he wrapped his arms around your hips.

“are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” he asked you with soft eyes. eyes that hope for the truth.

“yes, hero. i’m more than willing to.” you smile.

the eyes that shine when one's truly happy. that's the look he gave you.

“please… don’t regret it.” he muttered, his voice about to crack at the thought that in the near future you might wish you never choose to be with him.

he held your chin and pulled you close. you put your lips above his soft ones. you both exchange enzymes as he enters your mouth. he explored your insides while his hand lands on your nape deepening the kiss.

you both broke for air. you stared at each other with cloudy eyes.

bokuto then went to your neck. he inhales your scent.

“you smell so good.” he said as he ran his nose up and down.

is this the reason why they made me use vanilla scented fragrance?

bokuto's hand reached the hem of your nighties. he caresses your thighs and slowly, it gets higher until he reaches your tummy, all while he leaves wet kisses on your neck and collarbone. you tilted your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. your hips unconsciously rocking themselves to the growing member of his.

as his hands get even higher, he hums happily when he notices you weren't wearing your brasserie.

“can i suck on them? please?” he pleads, panting heavily while you shyly nod.

his eyes sparkled. he took off the strap of your night dress, revealing your chest.

he buried his face in between them within milliseconds, before caressing them with his calloused palm. you flinched at his cold hand. he sucked on your bud and his other hand kept kneading the other. you tried to hold back your moan when he suddenly nibbled on your nipple.

“don't hold back those beautiful noises?” he asks while he continues to suck your breast like a toddler.

you can feel his now hardened member. you rocked your hips faster above his thing, earning a moan from him. he lets your breast free with a pop, it was a short moment but your body immediately misses his warm mouth.

holding you by your ass, bokuto exchanged your position. he laid you on the bed while he stood. now, your legs are on his sides. he kisses you once again.

“let me taste you.” he muttered.

he crouched down right in front of you. he gives your undies a kiss before removing it.

“it's drenched here.” he chuckled.

“don't stare at it— ugh…” you suddenly moaned when he sucked on your clit this time.

he played with it with his tongue. he laps his wet muscle on your slit and entrance, cleaning your juices.

“i didn't know it would be this delicious.” he said smiling, before he completely eats you out. “your scent and taste is so addicting. i wish i could eat you out everyday. no– i promise i’ll be in between these legs every night.” he muttered, lust taking control of his brain and mouth.

he rests your legs on his shoulder while he makes a mess on your cunt. not only the pleasure, but the slurping sounds he makes makes you even wetter, but he seems to enjoy your love juice.

he traced your slit with his finger and when it reached your hole, he slowly put it in. your mouth hangs open. his long fingers are so deep inside you and plunging in and out of you slowly at first.

a second finger comes in, making you moan louder.

his fingers' pace slowly gets faster and faster, while still playing with your pleasure bud and his other hand caressing your chest.

“bokuto– i'm about to–!” you warned him, as he continued to give your cunt attention.

“do it in my mouth. please do it in my mouth.” he begged, his voice adding vibration to your core.

the pleasure became too much, but he held you in place and you came in his mouth. he drinks it all without spilling a drop.

both are breathing heavily, but bokuto's just starting.

he took off his top revealing his big chest and toned abs, but your eyes are staring farther down. his member begging to be freed from his pants. he saw where you're looking and even a bit embarrassed, he chuckled. he then rests his one knee on the bed and gets on top of you. he held your chin and kissed you.

“don't worry, you're gonna get it now.” he said and kissed you again.

he stood again and undid his pants and underwear. your eyes widened at the size.

“will that fit?” you asked jokingly.

“of course, it will. i’ll make sure it fits, baby.” he answered as he pointed the tip to your entrance.

he slowly enters his shaft, but it stretches you so much already. he stopped and gave you time to adjust. though it seems like it's forever for him, he still waited for you. when you gave him the signal, he pushed his hips even further, until he bottomed down.

“a-are you okay?” he checks, while letting out a breathy groan when your insides suddenly clenched. “it's so tight.” he laughed.

“can i move now? i want to move now.” he pleaded and you nodded.

he slowly pulled his cock and then slowly put it back in.

you thought his speed would gradually increase, but no. after that one immediately sped up from ten to ninety percent.

“ah–! bokuto!” you cried in surprise.

you put your hands on his back as he continued to screw his hips on you. he moans, he grunts, he groans. he let out everything, just so you know how good he feels inside you.

this sex drive must’ve been from all the time he held back. all that playing with himself didn’t help. he thought he should’ve told you that earlier when he went back to the palace first, he rubbed one out because he got excited just by seeing you. but, his hands were nothing compared to you. he finally experienced it and he’s slowly losing himself to the pleasure. both of you.

your bouncing breasts have captured his eyes and he decided to suck on it, while he pounds on your little hole, while you scream on top of your lungs.

he snaps his hips continuously while his hands roam your body.

“i'm cumming. cum with me, cum with me.” he asked and shot out his semen on your tummy.

your chest rises and falls, but your face has a big smile on it. you closed your eyes and thought to yourself.

thank goodness, i chose to be with him.

you looked at him and smiled.

“that was amazin–” you stopped mid-sentence when you felt your legs get lifted again. “bokuto?!” you called him.

“one more.” he muttered.

“i just ca– ughh~”

no way! don't tell me, he's releasing all his pent up lust from holding back for so long?!

•••

“i'm sorry.” bokuto apologized as he buried his head on your neck.

“like i said, i'm fine. i had fun too.” you comforted him. you stroked his gray and black hair. the sun rays shining through the window made your eyes slightly close.

he then lifts his head and looks at you straight in the eyes.

“now, you're going to have to live with me.” he uttered, still feeling a bit guilty.

“i've already planned to.” you replied and kissed him.

a huge smile makes its way to his handsome face.

“guys from outside, especially konoha, are asking why their stones are suddenly brimming with magic powe—” akaashi suddenly barges in ruining the moment. bokuto immediately put a blanket on you.

“ah. that's why.” he said with a straight face. “sorry for ruining the moment, but we have to depart soon.” he announced.

“why?” bokuto was suddenly on alert.

“there are intruders coming in from the south. we need to leave now, so we can get there in three days.” he reported and left to tell the others the reason for the stones.

“you're leaving?” you sadly asked him.

“mhm. sorry, we have to leave already— ah, no! we're leaving. i can't leave you here all alone.” he said when he noticed that you misunderstood it. he immediately reached for your hand and kissed it.

“we’ll always be together.”

•••

“everyone, the food is over here! make sure everyone has their food! we still have a day to travel until we reach the south!” akaashi shouted at the troops for them to eat.

they had just taken a break from the journey and they are now eating, while you are getting fucked behind a tree.

“ahh~” you moaned in bokuto's ear that motivated him to pound you even better.

he had your leg hooked under his arm and the other leg barely managing to stand straight.

“faster– faster, bo.” you begged him that he immediately complied.

“you feel so good, baby. i wish i can stay inside you always.” he moaned on your neck.

you grabbed his hands and led it to your clit. he played with it the way you wanted it to, making your climax arrive faster.

“i'm cumming--”

“me too. can i cum inside you again like yesterday? can i? can i?” he asks desperately.

“please do, bo~” you gave permission and you both reached your climax.

you rested your head on his chest as you relaxed your legs.

he fixed your clothes and wiped your face that still had his seed after you sucked him off earlier.

“are you sure you don't have to eat?” you asked him, remembering how he declined to eat earlier just to fuck you.

“i don't need to eat. i can go on days without eating. also, it seems when we became one that night, i think i could now manage not to take a rest and just continue to fight for days. you really are my strength.” he boasted cutely.

“i see.” you chuckled. “well, i already ate in my carriage, since you're riding a horse. it's lonely when it's just me inside though.” you said.

you took a step to go back to your carriage, but bokuto held your wrist and kissed the black lines on it.

“does the carriage shake a lot?” he asked, looking so innocent, but you know that he's not.

“only one way to find out, i guess.” you answered.

he then smiled brightly, before kissing you and making your way to your carriage without him being seen.

you watched him as he gently pulled you along.

now, that i think about it.

it's not about those two before me, living a peaceful and quiet life that made me mad. actually, i understand them, i don't blame them for wanting to live a normal life different from what they were taught of. but, i think the reason i was mad because i didn't like how their leaving affected bokuto.

was it because i have the same duty as them or was it just my heart? i don't know.

but, right now, i'm glad i chose the right decision. i'm about to live my life with him, while also fulfilling my responsibility.

it's like hitting two birds with one stone.

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