#bokuto x reader fic

[clubkira]

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a little angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol in your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she wants to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?”

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while separated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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[tiza0925]

A New Skirt | 18+

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, explicit sexual content, alternate universe, female/AFAB reader, teasing, multiple orgasms, lap sex, hints of a breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, SET IN THE FUTURE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You turn to the side, bending one knee, to take one last look at yourself through the tall mirror that sits in your bedroom. 

And your chest falls with a small exhale of satisfaction as you focus on the way your skirt is just long enough to tease your ass, how your shirt hugs your waist oh so perfectly and makes it so damn obvious you’re not wearing a bra—

And a small smile forms at the thought of showing Bokuto your new outfit. 

The door creaks as you open it, and when you walk down the hall and into the living room—you see Bokuto getting settled into the couch, turning on the TV to find a movie for you two to watch. 

“You ready?” You hear Bokuto call for you, his attention on the screen as he sorts through the different movie titles to play, and you hum as you walk to where he’s sitting—your lower lip gets pinched under your top teeth as you walk around the couch to stand in front of him. 

And the moment Bokuto’s head lifts to look at you—

Your heart thunders in your ears, and you feel flushed all over your body as his eyes gradually widen—scanning every inch of your body like he’s trying to commit the image to memory. 

You swallow hard, feeling exposed, as Bokuto wets his lips, and his eyes remain focused on your skirt where your thighs are rubbing together. “You got a new skirt?” 

His voice sounds so rough like he’s already affected by this, that it causes a small shiver runs up your chest as you inhale a small breath, nodding with your hands behind your back. “Went shopping while you were at work.” 

“Yeah?” Bokuto seems amused by that as the side of his face lifts with a tiny smirk, and his lids lower as he leans back onto the couch—lifting his hips as he spreads his legs apart. 

Then he tilts his head. “It’s a pretty skirt.” 

You barely manage to suppress a grin as you purse your lips. “So you like it?” 

Bokuto hums, the TV forgotten as he sets the remote aside, and he motions with his fingers to ‘come here’. “I want to see it up close.” 

It’s the way he says it—with his voice low and eyes so murky with sudden desire—

It’s why you feel a jolt of heat sprout inside you as you close the distance between you, and Bokuto eagerly guides you to sit on his lap once he has his hands on you. 

“What made you want to buy this?” He asks as he makes you sit, legs spread by his thighs, and he runs his hands down the side of your thighs, spreading goosebumps with the heat of his hands. 

His hands that are so big that it can wrap around your thighs entirely. 

You shrug. “It looked nice.” 

A small lie. 

The real reason was solely for Boktuo—to get the reaction that you’re seeing right now from him. 

But he doesn’t need to know that. 

Bokuto hums and his hands wrap around your thighs as he slides them up and under your skirt, his thumbs teasing your covered cunt by a mere few inches. “Well, It looks really nice on you, sweetheart.” 

Your breath hitches at not only his words—but from the slight tease of one of his thumbs running over your covered slit—sliding it down from your clit to where your hole is. 

“I’m glad you like it,” Your voice is breathy, a little too preoccupied with the feeling of Bokuto’s thumb rubbing slow, small circles over your clothed clit, and your hands fly up to hold him by the neck. 

And Bokuto just smiles, all slow and syrupy, as he leans in closer to mouth at your chest covered by the thin fabric of your shirt. 

You can feel the heat and wetness of his mouth as he sucks on one of your tits—even if you’re wearing a shirt—and your core clenches when you feel him give your nipple an impolite bite to make it pebble up. 

He always knows how to make you melt almost instantly with just his fingers and mouth alone. 

His fingers aren’t even inside you and yet he’s already managed to get you soaking your panties as you moan, rolling your hips on his lap as he continues his torturous movement of his finger over your panties. 

“You can cum like this, can’t you?” He murmurs as he moves his head up to kiss the bend of your neck, and his finger teases your entrance by pushing your panties inside you for a moment, before sliding back up to rub your clit. “You’re so soaked, baby.” 

He continues to rub and tease your pussy over your panties until you’re moaning, feeling mindless, and your legs shake with a soft orgasm hitting almost instantly.

“Fuck—Ko—Oh, god—” 

“Let’s keep this skirt on, okay?” You hear him mutter as he slides down his sweatpants to let his cock bounce free. 

It slaps against your exposed thigh, causing your muscles to tense, and you whimper as he fists himself with a few strokes to get himself to fully erect. “Lift your hips for me, love.” 

And you immediately do as you’re told as you hold onto his shoulders for support, lifting each leg as Bokuto slides the rest of your panties off, and you gasp with a moan when you feel his thick cock slide between your pussy folds. 

His hands move to grip your hips, and he doesn’t fuck into you yet like you’re hoping he would. 

Instead, he guides you to rock on his lap, your pussy drooling all over the length of his dick as he slides them between your puffy slit, using your fluids as lube before he finally pushes the fat head inside you—

“Ko—!” You moan, low and sweet, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he slowly pushes his hips up, making you take every inch of him, while his hands keep you in place. 

“Look at you,” He moves his head forward to capture your lips with his in one of the most gentle kisses he’s given you, all while holding you firmly to make you take his thick cock. “You’re so pretty like this, baby.” 

You whine from slight overstimulation—being torn between recovering from your first orgasm and feeling that liquid heat slowly beginning to grow in your belly again. 

But you let him fuck into you—feeling his dick all the way in your throat in the position you’re in—trying to kiss him back all while your senses explode and your pussy throbs because of him. 

“You think you can cum again for me?” 

You nod dazedly, not sure if you can, but—

But then you feel his thumb return to your clit—and god it’s so fucking sensitive and puffy—and he slowly rubs it while fucking into your tight pussy, making your eyes roll back and you gasp into his mouth.

“You’re so tight—shit—” Bokuto groans, moving to bury his head into the crook of your neck, and you feel hot air fan against your skin as he breathes heavily while he continues to rock into you languidly. “I just need one more from you, love.” 

You shudder, feeling that buzzing ache between your legs ready to combust any minute. 

“Then I can fill you up, okay?” He lifts his head, and your heart flips at the way he’s looking at you, and he kisses the side of your jaw, murmuring, “You just look so pretty in your skirt, baby, I can’t help it.” 

And hearing that pulls a small grin from you—

Because that’s the point. 

You wanted this reaction from him. 

And now you’re feeling just a bit more pleased that it worked out. 

“Please,” You moan, your fingers moving up to card through his hair, and Bokuto moans so deeply that you feel it against you. 

He uses whatever juices that gush out of your from his fucking as lube to rub your clit, and he picks up the pace—angling his hips in a way that he knows will have you seeing white shocks as he hits the right spot inside your walls. 

He fucks you while tonguing at the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, making you gasp out a sob as you hold onto him, and he sucks on your skin while groaning near your ear. 

It’s when he pushes his hips up and keeps it there, grinding his cock as deep as it can go inside you—making you feel every thick inch of him pulsing in your pussy—while he continues to thumb at your clit with practiced ease and skill—

That’s when your orgasm hits you, making you throb and cry out a moan as you hold onto Bokuto with all you’ve got—cumming over his cock as heat fills your cheeks and clit, spreading like wildfire and making everything so fucking hot around you. 

“Fuck—baby, just like that, I’m gonna cum inside you.” Bokuto’s moan is guttural, and his thrusts turn more demanding and selfish as he holds your waist with an iron grip, fucking your abused pussy and bouncing you on his cock like a limp rag doll. 

You feel electrified and boneless, all overstimulated and a puddle of honey—you don’t realize that Bokuto is filling you with his cum as he shakes and groans, your cunt taking it all in. 

And it’s within this moment—as Bokuto’s orgasm begins to cool down and you feel his dick twitching inside you as both of your fluids leak out between your thighs and onto him—

That you make a note to buy more skirts in the future. 

Perhaps to wear in public too to see what Bokuto will do. 

End.

Masterpost

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[lunamochii]

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[kitasgloves]

I'm in love with you

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— ♬ how haikyuu characters would tell you they're in love with you

— ♬ SFW, fluff, gn reader, no beta

— ♬ Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama was not familiar with romance, it was entirely foreign to him. He doesn't understand how people gain feelings for each other. He can't comprehend the enjoyment of having someone in your life. He thinks romance is trivial and doesn't bother associating with it. But as the typical turning point of every romance novel, someone was there to prove him otherwise.

You were in contrast to the setter. You met each other on your first day as the official manager of the SCHWEIDEN Adlers. Kageyama was curious about you. The sense of responsibility, resilience, and great humor oozed out of you that he can't help but be drawn. You were similar to a familiar orange-haired friend of his, but also different in many ways.

When he exhibited grey, you were bursting with colors. When he shines, you explode with light. When he took your kindness to heart, you brought out the best of him. After a long time of being exposed to you, Kageyama's heart can't help but beat so strongly when he's around you. It beats so strong that he fears he's going to need a second heart.

Kageyama has often thought about the beaming smile on your face, your melodious laughter, your hilarious comments, the scent of your clothes, the warmth of your skin, and the glimmer in your eyes. Kageyama concluded that he was probably going down with something, but what? The symptoms of his rapidly beating heart, his flushed face, and his antsy fingers are only present when he's around you. What the hell could this be?

"You're in love with [Name], aren't you?"

Hoshiumi teased him during their stretching after a practice match. Kageyama would've been quick to dismiss it with a logical response, but he falls silent and still. Ushijima takes notice.

"Hm, I notice the way you look at them, Kageyama"

"Yeah, you look all dazed and head over heels whenever [Name]'s around"

Their libero, Heiwajima added. Kageyama bites down an annoyed response and just shakes his head.

"I'm not in love with [Name]"

"Yes, you are"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

Kageyama was about to smack Hoshiumi on the head when their captain Hirugami stepped in between them with a disappointed stare. Kageyama goes home that day, thinking about his feelings for you. He's come to accept that he has formed some sort of crush on you, but he tells himself that he doesn't want more from you. But as time progressed, these complicated feelings grew, clearly affecting Kageyama even when he was on the court. The coach had to bench him out one time because his performance wasn't up to expectations.

He had to do something about these stupid feelings because he couldn't afford to be constantly benched. Kageyama has thought about what the characters in romance novels do to confront such feelings. They express them through giving gifts and hanging out with their love interest. So, Kageyama copies them.

The setter tries to woo you by giving you small gifts during breaks, making sure he's as subtle as possible. He gains the courage to ask if you want to watch a movie with him. Kageyama thinks he's doing everything correctly when he compares your happy responses to the romance novels he read. As Kageyama grew closer and closer to you, these feelings grew as it began to stress him out.

What in the world is going on with him?

It's like he loses his athletic talents and logical thinking when you come around. It's like you've made him weak when all you did was behave the way you usually do. Kageyama frowns at the thought. What should he do next? In the romance novels, the character confesses their feelings.

Confess your feelings?

Kageyama swallowed as a bead of sweat trailed down his forehead. He thinks he should do it then maybe these feelings would go away. However, as he tries to set this plan into motion, he becomes speechless. The way you gaze at him warmly and tilt your head when he calls your name has his stomach in knots.

"Ne-nevermind"

He would say every time. Kageyama desperately wants to tell you how he feels about you but he can't fucking do it. And the frustration shows especially on the court.

"Ow! What the hell Kageyama!"

Hoshiumi complains as he fails to receive Kageyama's monstrous serve. His teammates have been murmuring how aggressive the setter was lately. They wondered what could have made Kageyama so angry. The coach blows the whistle and instructs them to take five. Kageyama sits down and aggressively wipes the sweat off his face. His eyes land on you handing the team water bottles, his leg bounces as he waits for you to come to him.

"Here you go, Tobio-hmmph!"

Everyone gawked in shock, their jaws dropping on the floor, and some dropping their water bottles. Kageyama has read somewhere in romance novels that characters sometimes confess their feelings with a kiss. So, he decides that if he can't say it, he'll show you instead.

When the setter pulls his lips away, he takes in the bewilderment in your eyes and the pink hue on your cheeks. He inhales and looks at you in the eye.

"I'm in love with you, [Name]"

All of a sudden, he can finally say it to you. Everyone cheers and hollers at the confession. The pink hue on your cheeks turned into crimson. You gently peeled yourself away from the setter, trying to come up with a response.

"I-uh, what?"

"I'm in love with you, [Name]"

Kageyama repeats. He sees you shield your face as you cutely shied away from him.

"You're joking"

"I am not"

"Oh my gosh"

Kageyama wasn't sure if he was getting rejected or friend-zoned. But as you regained your composure, you surprised him by pulling him by the collar of his shirt and kissing him. At this point, everyone loses it. When you both pulled away, Kageyama turned breathless as he blinked rapidly at you.

"I'm in love with you too, Tobio"

— ♬ Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo thinks his job at the JVA in the sports promotion division couldn't get more interesting until you rolled by. Initially, he viewed you as an adorable younger co-worker that he enjoys riling up. He couldn't help it when you gave him the most entertaining reactions. Immediately, the two of you created a bond of making the work atmosphere like a comedy show. Kuroo would purposely say something stupid to annoy you and you'll reply by scolding him or just whacking him on the head.

But under the comedic scene of your work relationship, Kuroo has taken a certain liking to you beyond the teasing remarks. He has grown to show ways in which he cares for you. When he's not being a teasing piece of shit, Kuroo checks on you like asking about your day or if you've eaten lunch. Sometimes he'd drag you to eat lunch with him, he'd even pay for the food. If the two of you were working overtime, he insisted on taking a heavy portion of the work so he could send you home early. When you'd protest, he'd make a clever deal to have you agree. Even the little things like lending you his jacket when you're cold, sharing his umbrella on rainy days when you don't have yours, and walking you home when it's late.

He wonders if you've noticed any of these things, he thinks he shouldn't care but he can't help but seek your reaction. Kuroo was in glee when he found you warming up to him and returning his gestures. You'd bring coffee for him in the morning, you'd share your lunch with him, and even invite him to one of your friends' birthdays. As time escalated, the somewhat relationship once filled with teasing was now replaced with unspoken tenderness.

Kuroo can act dumb and pretend. He can pretend he's not actively seeking you when in a crowded room, he can pretend that your smiles don't make his heart race, he can pretend that he doesn't care about your interests, and he can pretend that he's not falling for you. He would hide everything with his signature smirk and teasing comments, but secretly, he's dying to know if you would reciprocate his feelings.

So, he tries to quietly profess his love through his actions. Kuroo hints at his romantic feelings for you through the mundane things he would do at the office.

"I bought you coffee"

I'm in love with you

"Have you eaten lunch yet?"

I'm in love with you

"Here, you can borrow my jacket"

I'm in love with you

"I'll walk you home tonight"

I'm in love with you

There are times you're only treating every clue as his kindness and it's making his chest tight. Kuroo continues to do everything through his teasing.

"Your shirt looks like a clown vomited on it"

I'm in love with you

"Nice pants, [Name]. Did you steal them from your grandma?"

I'm in love with you

"You have the music taste of an edgy teenager"

I'm in love with you

"I hope no one has a crush on you yet because they're going to be disappointed"

I'm in love with you

You would always respond to his teasings with irritated sounds or physically hitting him. Kuroo was going mad at how every hint was flying over your head. He felt like he wanted to fistfight god. He was hoping, praying that you would take a hint and return his feelings because truthfully he was too scared to tell you.

"Just fucking tell them like the man you claim you are, Kuroo"

Kenma, his best friend, rolled his eyes at him when he told him everything about it. He hates how he was right. He needed to man up and tell you how he's absolutely lovestruck by you. By man up, he means getting drunk during a karaoke with all of his co-workers while singing karaoke. To be fair, the majority of the people were even more wasted than him. You were making fun of his drunken antics, filming them on your phone as blackmail later.

"You're wasted, Tetsu. Let's get you home"

"M'not drunk! Get your ass back here [Name] and dance with me!"

Kuroo pulls you against him and dances along to the sound of your co-worker's singing. You'd snort and laugh at him. He doesn't let you go even at the end of the song, he keeps dancing with you.

"Okay big guy, that's enough"

"You have nice eyes, [Name]"

He slurred and you raised a brow. You chuckled and shook your head, thinking it was just Kuroo being drunk.

"You have the prettiest smile too and the cutest laugh. I just wanna pinch your cheeks and kiss you right on the mouth"

This time you freeze and gaze at him wide-eyed. It may seem that Kuroo was beyond wasted with his drunken smiles and giggles. But you know what they say, a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts.

"...Really?"

"Uh-huh. You put on the ugliest outfits but still look sexy anyway. You drive me crazy, [Name]"

Your heart skips a beat as heat blooms on your cheeks. While your co-workers were still partying, you took the responsibility to bring Kuroo home since he was too intoxicated. Kuroo wakes up on your couch, shirtless with a horrible hungover.

"Here drink some water and take these"

You were suddenly there to hand him some water and pills. Kuroo takes them graciously. You called him over for breakfast as he tried to recollect everything from last night. When he fails to remember what happened after drinking god knows how much alcohol, you'd laugh at him.

"I did something stupid, didn't I?"

"I got a video of it, don't worry"

"Anything else? I didn't throw up on you or something?"

"Not really but you said some interesting things"

And when you told him about everything he told you last night, Kuroo was mortified. His blood was cold but his face was hotter than summer. He watched in pure embarrassment as you sent him a teasing smirk.

"I didn't know you thought of me that way, Tetsu"

"I-I didn't me-mean it, I swear!"

"Aw, that makes me sad"

"God, [Name]"

Kuroo ran a hand up his face to his hair and tugged the roots. He swallows and sighs.

"Fine, I did mean what I said to you last night"

Suddenly, you're speechless. He leans forward, finding the courage to elaborate his feelings to you.

"You always run through my mind, I love the smell of your hair, the sound of your laughter, the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, and I just..."

Kuroo pauses to catch his breath. You look like you were holding yours as you were waiting for him to finish. He offers you a sheepish smile.

"In summary, I'm in love with you"

It happened in a blink of an eye, you threw yourself unto him and crashed your lips against his. Kuroo can feel his heart go to a screeching halt. But as his eyes fluttered close and his hands found their place around your waist, he returned the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. The moment one of you pulled away, it seemed like the world had stopped.

"God, Tetsu. Here I thought I was an idiot for having a crush on you"

"Well, you still are"

You rolled your eyes and smacked him on the arm as he laughed. Kuroo kissed your cheek and smiled.

"But you're my idiot"

"Shut up and kiss me more"

— ♬ Bokuro Kotaro

Bokuto was naturally a free-spirited man who easily drew people into him and is easily drawn to people. It's mainly the reason why he has gained many friends and acquaintances. Bokuto was also easily intrigued by anything, especially if it was shrouded by mystery that aroused his curiosity. So, it was no surprise when he developed a fascination with you.

In summary, you were working as the MSBY Black Jackal's PR. You were reserved, professional, and oozing with confidence. You quickly gained the respect of both the athletes and your co-workers. Your first encounter with Bokuto wasn't anything spectacular, in fact, the spiker wished he had forgotten about it because it was embarrassing.

He has done something stupid that caused chaos on the internet and local sports outlets. It affected his image and reputation as a promising professional volleyball player, including his team. And as PR, you were tasked to handle it. It was decided that he should make an official statement to clear his and the team's name, so you created a list of do's and don'ts for the athlete's guidelines in formulating his statement and giving him the freedom to construct it.

You discussed with him the guidelines and Bokuto, eager to impress you, nods his head like an excited toddler. He knows he should've listened because all of the guidelines you told him were important yet it flew over his head. Bokuto was distracted by you the entire time you were explaining everything. He watched you like a fascinated owl, taking in your features. From the scent of your hair to your minuscule habits. He imprints your face in his head instead of the guidelines.

Fueled by the rapid beating of his passionate heart, Bokuto goes to make his statement. And it was a nightmare for you working as PR, the only thing that salvaged everything was how charmingly hilarious Bokuto was. It was a headache watching him say inappropriate and unnecessary sentences while live on television. You even considered resigning. However, after the ordeal, Bokuto comes up to you like an energized kid with shining eyes.

"How was it?"

Now, you were blunt. You made no room for sugarcoating your opinions. Yet the way Bokuto waited for your response made you bite your tongue. You sighed and merely gave him a thumbs up. He cheers.

Thinking back at it, Bokuto realizes how dumb he was. But hey, at least he still has his career and survived being canceled on the internet. Everyone was aware of how Bokuto was trying to befriend you, they didn't think much of it because the spiker always wanted to become everyone's friend. Somehow, he couldn't get close to you, or rather, you refused to let him near. It was odd considering that even Bokuto managed to be friends with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"[Name] probably thinks you're annoying"

Sakusa said one time and it made his hair deflate. He didn't mean to come off as annoying so he tried a much tone-down approach. Bokuto would briefly form conversations with you during breaks, it was mostly about ordinary things like the weather or what you had for lunch. He thinks you're slowly warming up to him by being the first to initiate the conversations. Bokuto's heart flutters at you sharing your interests with him.

He knows things are taking a drastic turn when he finds himself sleepless at night. It was important for an athlete like him to have a good amount of sleep yet he failed to shut his eyes and fall into slumber. Bokuto's head was filled with impossible scenarios, romantic scenarios involving you and him. Bokuto would reach to brush your hair behind your ear, you'll wipe the rice off his cheek, you'll hold his hand, and he'll spin you around. Bokuto's eyes shoot open at the sound of his alarm, he checks the time and realizes he's thirty minutes late.

"Shit! I'm gonna be late for the practice match!"

He thankfully arrives just in time to stretch and play the match. While everyone was making fun of him for forgetting to put his hair up in his usual hairdo, you were giving him concerned glances. This was the fifth time he was late, and his performance on the court was less energetic, and he seemed sluggish too after practice.

"Bokuto"

You called out during the water break. Bokuto flinches but faces you with a bright smile.

"Hey hey hey [Name]! What's up?"

"...Are you okay?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem...tired. Have you gotten enough sleep?"

You watched as he let out a nervous chuckle and it was enough to answer your question. You sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You should prioritize your sleeping schedule because it's affecting your plays. I know I am not your manager in the team but it could seriously affect your image during official matches"

"Right, yeah. Sorry, I'll work on it! I don't wanna put any burden on you as our PR"

"Bokuto..."

This time you look him right in the eye and Bokuto's heart skips several beats.

"I don't care about you putting a burden on me, I have handled much worse than you"

You tilt your head towards Atsumu and Sakusa, Bokuto has to hold back a laugh at that. You suppress a smile.

"I care about your well-being and health because you're my..."

You paused, casting your gaze away. If Bokuto's hair was styled up it would start to deflate right now.

"Because you're my friend"

You finished with a hint of pink on your cheeks. Bokuto holds back the urge to clutch his chest at the rare display of cuteness from your usual stoic face. What you said both gave Bokuto a sense of hope and despair. It meant that there was a possibility you could view him as more than a friend or a friend only.

He's been overthinking about it since then, resulting in losing more sleep. Bokuto didn't want to disappoint you but damn it these feelings are getting really complicated! He figured he had to let it off his chest someday or he was just going to continue suffering by carrying these unspoken feelings.

Bokuto tries to ask you if you want to go out and see a movie. The first time, you decline. But he doesn't lose hope. He asks again if you want to go party with him at a club with the team, and you are quick to say no. Well, third time's a charm.

"[Name], would you like to grab dinner with me tomorrow?"

"No, I'm sorry but I have something planned for tomorrow evening already"

Ouch

Bokuto brings a fist to his chest and falls down to his knees in a dramatic display, having to be rejected for the third time. You might as well have stabbed him right in the chest. All of a sudden, you extended him a small envelope. He gives you a puzzled look. He takes it and it was an invitation to your friend's birthday party, his eyes went wide at the bold and italic instruction that one must bring a date.

"Huh?"

"See, I can't grab dinner with you tomorrow, I need a date for my friend's birthday party. I'm wondering if you're willing to be my date"

"Yes!"

The spiker grins at you and raises his fists up in victory in a ridiculous manner. You chuckled and shook your head. Bokuto literally pleaded with his friends (a.k.a. the entire team) to help him get ready for your date with him tomorrow. Bless them because they had his back from his outfit to styling his hair.

Bokuto arrived at your place to pick you up and my god did he almost fainted at how gorgeous you looked that evening. When you linked your arm with his on the way to the venue, he felt like tearing up. But he keeps it together. Everyone at the party complimented his looks, the way his hair was swept back to show his handsome face, and his tasteful choice of clothing. He thinks the night was going well. After your friend blows their candles, the party resumes.

There was lively music, and people scattered around either dancing or talking. But you and Bokuto were stuck in your own world, sipping champagne and exchanging hushed jokes. When a soft melody begins, Bokuto holds his breath and says a silent prayer.

"Would you like to dance with me, [Name]?"

He asks while extending his hand out. You take it with a nod and he feels like his body is floating. Everyone was waltzing with their partner and when Bokuto placed his hands around your waist he froze. Panic is visible on his face.

"What's wrong, Bokuto?"

"I don't know how to waltz"

"Oh, then let me teach you"

Bokuto's heart melted. There was trial and error. Bokuto keeps stepping on your foot while making an absolute fool of himself and earning a few amused giggles from other people. You only smiled patiently at him as he found the perfect rhythm.

"Holy shit, I did it!"

"Congrats, you're a quick learner"

The spiker smiled proudly at himself and you couldn't help but laugh. As the gentle music continued while you two waltzed on the dancefloor, Bokuto gulped. This was his chance! His chance to tell you how he feels. However, you opened your mouth first.

"Bokuto, do you have feelings for me?"

Crunch!!!

You winced as your face displayed pain when Bokuto stepped on your foot, rather painfully. You both pulled away. He becomes frantic as he apologizes profusely, ruining the moment between you two. Great, he fucked it up. He couldn't meet you in the eye.

"Bokuto"

He looks down at his feet, his face featuring an embarrassed flush. You sighed.

"Bokuto, look at me"

He continues to behave like an embarrassed child. You grabbed his broad shoulders and forced him to look at you.

"Kotaro"

Your eyes met his and his chest tightened at the way you finally said his first name. You were giving him a soft look, silently assuring him that everything was fine. Bokuto draws in a sharp inhale.

"I'm in love with you, [Name]"

A lot of people turned their heads at the loud proclamation. Your eyes went wide and your face heats up at the sincerity of his tone.

"I've been in love with you since the day I met you. You're just so interesting and I've been thinking about you so much that I couldn't sleep properly"

Bokuto confessed. A few people gasped, it seemed like the music was fading away too. The blush on your face intensified as you watched him rigidly.

"I want to touch you, hold you, and kiss you. I want to be the one that makes you smile and laugh. I want to spend the rest of my days with you if you'll allow me"

There was a collective sound of 'aww's from the moved audience watching the spectacle. You open your mouth to say something but Bokuto keeps going.

"I want to buy a house with you, pay taxes with you, and grow old with you. I...I want to marry you!"

In a flash, Bokuto gets on one knee making everyone gasp as if he's going to pull out a tiny box with a shiny ring. You frantically wave your hands around.

"Wait, stop! This is going too fast! I'm pretty sure you don't have a ring right now, Kotaro"

"Oh, shit, you're right"

Bokuto stands back up on his feet. You quietly went over to him and grabbed his large hands. The weight of the people's anticipating eyes goes unbothered to you.

"I suppose you have beat me, I meant to confess to you first. I'm in love with you too, Kotaro"

And the crowd goes wild. Bokuto lets out a scream and picks you up in his arms spinning you around like he'd imagine. The cheering goes deaf in his ears as he focuses on the sound of your laughter. It fills him with absolute happiness as nothing could compare to the joy of knowing you're in love with him too.

Although it seemed like a win for him, it ended up being a workload for you as PR because someone filmed the entire scene and posted it on social media as it went trending. Now everyone was dying to know who was the person that Bokuto Kotaro ended up offering his heart to.

— ♬ Oikawa Tooru

Contrary to popular belief, Oikawa had no luck when it came to romance. Sure, he had gorgeous looks, a hot bod, a charming personality, and a heart of gold. But he had no one to willingly lend his heart to. He had relationships in the past, all resulting in failure. But then he didn't mind, he didn't mind if he had no one to hold or share his secrets with. The Oikawa then wouldn't have cared if he didn't have someone to kiss. However now, he's growing conscious.

Oikawa was no stranger to being a heartthrob. He was used to being surrounded by people thirsting for his attention. Sometimes he reveled in it. But he thought how nice it was to have someone in the crowd to lock eyes with and smile because they saw him as who he really was. Perhaps, he's been consuming too much romantic media lately.

The setter is a hopeless romantic who believes in true love even though he hasn't technically encountered it yet. But he wishes to. Oikawa was growing tired of the media portraying him as a cool and super-talented athlete. He's just a stupid guy who's a volleyball nerd and obsessed with astrology. He's not out at night hooking up with someone, he watches Ghibli movies and listens to popular love songs. Oikawa was just an ordinary guy who wanted to be loved for who he truly was.

When he arrived back in Japan to have a vacation and reunited with his best friend, Oikawa wasn't expecting anything to happen. He thinks this is just another long vacation and after that, he'll return to Argentina and be back to the pathetically single moron that he is. And then he met you. Iwaizumi's roommate. Previously when he returned to Japan, Iwaizumi lived alone in his apartment, so he was surprised to see you answer the door instead of his childhood best friend.

"Woah, you're not Hajime"

You said and gave him a glance from head to toe. Oikawa stood stiffly with an awkward smile, hugging all his luggage. You raised a brow.

"You friends with Hajime?"

"Yes, I'm his childhood best friend"

Judging from the way you called his best friend by his first name, he thought you two were close. You furrowed your eyebrows and suddenly snapped your fingers.

"Oh, you! Heard a lot about you from my roommate, you're Oikawa right?"

"Yep"

"Cool, come in! Hajime was out doing some errands"

You smiled and opened the door wider to let him in. The apartment was livelier compared to the last time he visited. There were plants and aesthetic decorations that filled the spaces. Oikawa settled his things down by the living room and took a seat. You were only wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt as you walked to the kitchen.

"You hungry, bud?"

"Oh, no thank you"

"Good, I don't know what to feed you. Hajime does the cooking around here"

You laughed and the setter found himself chuckling. Your demeanor was welcoming and interesting. Oikawa watched you walk around the place tidying up, seemingly to make everything more presentable. Oikawa decides he wants to get to know you more.

"The last time I visited, Iwa-chan didn't have a roommate"

"Really? Well, I kind of begged him to let me stay here since my last place was shitty"

"So, how long have you known him?"

"Long enough to know he's obsessed with Godzilla"

You and Oikawa shared a laugh. You settled in the living room, plopping on the beanbag across from the setter, and chatted. Somewhat having a playful interview and getting to know each other. The way you matched Oikawa's personality impressed him greatly. Why the hell has Iwaizumi not introduced you to him yet?

You were a breath of fresh air. You talked to him without regard for his popularity, hell, he thinks you don't have a clue he's a famous athlete. Maybe you didn't give a shit, either way, he was glad. Both of you found a lot of common interests like volleyball and astrology. Oikawa for the first time felt like someone had finally glanced at his true self.

By the time Iwaizumi arrived at the apartment, you and Oikawa were blasting Taylor Swift in the speakers and talking about zodiac signs while sprawled out on the floor. There was a mixture of shock and disgust on Iwaizumi's face.

"Hi, Hajime!"

"Hi, Iwa-chan!"

You both greet him enthusiastically. Iwaizumi closed the door and crossed his arms, giving you two an odd look. He pointed at his best friend.

"How long have you been here?"

"Long enough for me to know all of your embarrassing high school moments"

You replied with a mischievous giggle. Oikawa copied you. Iwaizumi mumbled to himself as he entered the kitchen while rubbing his temples. Oikawa was going to stay for a week, occupying the couch to sleep on. But the two of you grew close so quickly and suddenly, that you two would lay your mattress in the living room and have some sort of slumber party every night.

Oikawa expected to catch up with Iwaizumi but instead ended up bonding with his roommate instead. How could he not when you literally matched his energy so well? It was like you were the missing piece of his soul that made him whole. Like the Yin to his Yang, the sun to his moon, or the water to his fire. It seemed like the planets aligned when he met you.

His stay in Japan was unexpectedly filled with new memories with you. The two of you were always out and about either partying or exploring. Iwaizumi witnessed how his best friend slowly carved a special place for you in his life. The man witnessed everything. When you two would get home at five in the morning wasted, later Oikawa would assist you when you're throwing up in the toilet. When you two would get into stupid arguments, mostly Oikawa would get upset and you would be the first to apologize as you two made up. When you and he would blast loud music in the speakers and have a mini concert, Iwaizumi got a complaint from the neighbors.

And most importantly, Iwaizumi witnessed how his best friend was falling in love with you. From the tender stares to the caring gestures, it was no mistaking that Oikawa had feelings for you. Iwaizumi knew the setter well, how he was a romantic but could be devasted and hurt because of it. How he desperately worked himself to the bone to become better. And how he longed to have someone who saw him past the charms.

Oikawa pouted when Iwaizumi forced him to hang out with him and Matsukawa and Hanamaki. The four of them went out for drinks and did some catching up. However, Oikawa was occupied texting on his phone, most likely chatting with you.

"Hey! Iwa-chan give that back!"

The setter whined when Iwaizumi snatched his phone and pocketed it. Matsukawa and Hanamaki laughed at him.

"Are you seriously talking to [Name] right now?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

"Iwaizumi filled us up with your unfolding romance with them"

Hanamaki replied. Oikawa glared at him and blushed, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa shared amused laughs.

"Just admit it Shittykawa, you're in love with [Name]"

"I am not!"

The way the setter immediately denied provided a great amount of proof. Oikawa loved to deny the truth, especially how painful it was. He denied how he wasn't naturally born with talent, he denied the fact he hasn't gone once to Nationals, and he denied how he was harboring strong feelings for you.

Because the truth was he was petrified. Now, that he found someone who can make his heart beat so fast, he doesn't want to fuck it up. Oikawa doesn't want to fuck up the friendship he had with you. Oikawa was sure you only saw him as a friend and only held platonic feelings for him. He thinks confessing to you would just fuck up everything, so it was better to stay as friends than ruin what he had with you.

"Just confess, you idiot"

"I can't, Mattsun!"

"Why? Are you scared?"

"...Yes"

Oikawa exhales. His friends shared a look. He was about to leave Japan tomorrow. He won't be seeing you again for god knows how long. His heart aches at the thought of being so far away from what he deemed as his soulmate. He felt so stupid for falling so easily. Curse his stupid heart and stupid feelings.

"Oi, you're not stupid for falling in love, okay?"

Iwaizumi reassured him. Oikawa gives him a grateful smile and gulps down his beer.

"I know. It's just never met someone who made me feel so complete and I would hate to ruin everything because I admitted what I feel"

"That's love, dude. You get happy and hurt at the same time"

Hanamaki said. Matsukawa gives him a pat on the back as he tries not to get teary-eyed.

"I shouldn't have returned here"

"Hey, cut that out. How else you would've met [Name]?"

"Yeah. Just tell [Name] how you feel and if all goes to shit, you'll still have us"

"No homo tho"

Everyone shared a lighthearted laugh. Oikawa has really been counting his blessings but meeting you was the greatest blessing of all. As he finishes another glass of beer, Oikawa takes a confident stand.

"Okay! I'll tell them how I feel!"

All of his friends cheered and patted him on the back. Oikawa thinks it will be fine, even if he'll inevitably end up sobbing like an ugly baby on his flight tomorrow back to Argentina. As he returns back at the apartment, he sees you scrolling on your phone. When you see him enter, a warm smile spreads on your lips and it makes his knees weak.

"Hey, Tooru"

"[Name], can I tell you something?"

"Sure! I got something to tell you too"

"Oh, you go first!"

Oikawa insisted. He was nervous as fuck, he needed spare time to prepare how to spill his feelings for you. But you shook your head and laughed.

"Nah, you can go first"

Shit

"No, I insist"

"Come on, Tooru. I don't mind"

"No, you go first"

"No"

"Yes"

"No!"

"Ugh! Fine!"

You raise a brow as he runs his hands down his face with a frustrated groan. Oikawa looks you in the eye, his eyes growing wet the longer he stares.

"I've been thinking this through and...fuck! I can't do it!"

The setter turns away and collapses on the couch. You give him a concerned look and join him on the couch.

"Hey, you know you can tell me anything?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow, [Name]"

"I know, it's making me sad as fuck, Tooru"

"I...I don't want to leave"

"But you can't"

"I don't want to leave you"

Oikawa sniffs. You frowned and grabbed his hands, he looked at you. Your gaze meant something deeper, like you were gazing directly at his soul, witnessing his flaws but seeing past them by holding his hands. Oikawa was convinced you have always seen the real him no matter how much he pretended. And he stares back at you like you're the best thing that has ever happened to him in his life. Oikawa inhales.

One, two, three...

"I-"

"I'm in love with you, Tooru"

You blurted out. Oikawa's eyes bulge out of its sockets. His mouth goes agape as his face displays sheer bewilderment. You nervously smiled.

"Sorry, I can't stand seeing you leave without telling you how I feel"

"[Name], what the fuck?"

"I understand if you don't feel the same-"

"I'm fucking in love with you too, [Name]"

Oikawa finally confesses. You gasp in response before letting out a breathless laugh. He doesn't miss the way your eyes became glassy.

"Oh my god, tell me you're kidding!"

"No! Never! [Name], I'm in love with you. I was about to tell you but I got nervous"

"We're fucking idiots"

You said as you both burst out laughing. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes both from relief and joy. As the laughter subsided, you both gazed softly at each other. This time Oikawa grabs your hands.

"[Name], you have completed me. You see me as who I am and I just want to be on your side all the time"

He goes to kiss your knuckles turning your face red. Oikawa sighs as he traces your knuckles with his thumbs.

"But I have to leave you behind, here in Japan. I wouldn't mind if you want to start a long-distance relationship"

"Oh, about that"

"Yeah?"

"Remember when I said I was going to say something to you?"

"Oh, wasn't that the confession?"

"Nope!"

You grinned and went over to your bag and pulled out your passport and a flight ticket. You showed it to Oikawa.

"I'm coming with ya to Argentina!"

"Oh my god!"

Oikawa couldn't control himself as he picked you up in his arms and spun you around the living room. You laughed as he excitedly babbled how he was excited to return back to Argentina with you. Oikawa felt like the luckiest man alive, striking the ultimate jackpot to romance. Because he gets to be with you, who made his heart whole.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fluff #kageyama x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #Spotify

[lees-chaotic-brain-reblogs]

Haikyuu Fic Recs

Note: I do sometimes link my reblogs bc there is literally nothing I hate more than clicking on a link only to arrive at the ghost blog page.

Blogs to just read through: @emmyrosee @screamin-abt-haikyuu @quirrrky @kairakeiji @augustinewrites @mysterystarz @tahdashi @haikyuuphilia @kitashinsvks @adoringhaikyuu

Oikawa

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

@ktsumu

Fifth Time's the Charm (fluff)

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

@earthtooz

Young and Beautiful (fluff)

@teddybeartoji

Helping him Stretch (suggestive)

@livinghostly

Back to It (fluff)

@oreosmama

Voicemails After Breakup (angst)

@chimielie

And They Were Roommates (misunderstandings)

Kuroo

@tetzoro

Loser Boyfriend Kuroo (fluff)

@rintaroll

Truth or Drink (exes to lovers)

@tetsuskei

Colleague (office au)

@clubkira

Power Outage (comfort)

@a4nnnnn

Love at First Bite (fluff)

@bluebird-in-the-breeze

The Cafe Critique Project (fluff)

Iwaizumi

@fuyuluvr

I Didn't Mean It (hurt/comfort)

@dumbseee

Idol Girlfriend (fluff)

@sugarlywhispers

Do Something Cute (fluff)

@bananawafers

The Perfect Fit (fluff)

@arhvste

Instagram (fluff)

Akaashi

@fuyuluvr

I Didn't Mean It (hurt/comfort)

@luvring

University with Akaashi (university au)

Ushijima

@ktsumu

A Childhood Bedroom (fluff)

@strwbrryeyes

As a Best Friend (fluff)

Kita

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

Bokuto

@bananawafers

What Dating him Looks Like (fluff)

Tsukishima

@livinghostly

Cat's Out of the Bag (fluff)

Kenma

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

Kageyama

@verahella

Dad Moments (fluff)

Nishinoya

@sugarlywhispers

Nightmare (comfort)

Tendou

@oreosmama

Voicemails After Breakup (angst)

Daichi

@atsumwah

If You Had to Pick (fluff)

Atsumu

@gojoath-deactivated20240402

Stay for Breakfast (fluff, comfort)

@hihello-pinky

Varsity Crush (fluff)

#lee's brain food #ushijima x reader #fic recs #oikawa x reader #daichi x reader #kageyama x reader #kenma x reader #tsukishima x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #akaashi x reader #nishinoya x reader #kita x reader #tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #asahi x reader

[satorisoup]

#HAIKYUU AS RANDOM TEXTS (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : i have writers block so here take this.

#WARNINGS : cursing.

all photos found on pinterest! (characters are gray)

IWAIZUMI. semi.

KENMA. kunimi.

KUROO. suna.

BOKUTO. lev.

ATSUMU. tanaka. tendou.

#satorisoup #kuroo x you #lev x reader #bokuto kotaro #atsumu fic #haikyuu osamu #kunimi akira #satori tendou #tanaka x reader #hajime iwaizumi #semi eita #inarizaki x y/n #nekoma x you #fukurodani x reader #karasuno x you #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #anime #haikyuu x reader #kenma x you #haikyuu kuroo #iwaizumi x you #aoba josai x reader #hq iwaizumi #hq drabble #hq bokuto #hq kuroo #hq x reader

[eggyrocks]

nail polish: k. bokuto

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bokuto’s hair is down, pushed out of his forehead with a wide headband, and the skin on his face is covered with a thick, wet green that he’s been told is a vitamin c mask.

“it’ll help clean the oil out of your pours,” is what she told him as she stood on the tips of her toes, biting down on her tongue as she spread the slime all over his face.

now, his fingers are spread out over her knee, his giant palm resting over the top of her thigh. slowly and deliberately, she drags the brush of blue polish over his nails. it’s the second coat now. “-and it was quite frankly just fucking rude. because like, it’s her birthday and you’re gonna text her, ask her for a favor, ask her to go out drinking with you to get over your lame breakup, and then only say happy birthday after you saw my post? like you don’t care about her let’s be real.”

bokuto nods solemnly. “that's kinda bitchy. like, oh, your birthday's just an afterthought to me, i don't really care."

"yes, exactly!"

"how long have they been friends now?”

“like fifteen years!” she exclaims, excitement making her halt her hand and look up at bokuto for some sort of reaction.

he shakes his head. "that's long enough to remember your friend's birthday."

“definitely long enough to know when her birthday is! she just bothers me because, like, she’s the type of person who cares more about whatever ugly boyfriend-of-the-month she has than her actual long-time best friends.”

bokuto exaggerates a pout. “is this how your friends talk about me? do they call me your ugly boyfriend-of-the-month?”

she snickers, returning her focus to his nails once more. “we’ve been dating for three years.”

“still.”

“all my friends love you,” she assures him. “you’re their favorite uber driver.”

he laughs, and in doing so, he moves his pinkie. it’s just a bit, not that much at all, but it’s enough to earn him a gentle flick to his bicep. “stop moving! you’re messing up my work!”

“i think they look pretty,” bokuto assures her, and lifts his other hand up in the air, wiggling his fingers and examining the way the shiny blue reflects the light. “hinata’s gonna be so fucking jealous.”

she bites down on the inside of her cheek. “i just know they’re gonna be chipped to high hell after one practice.”

“then you’ll just have to paint them again,” he tells her. “next time paint them gold so they match my uniform.”

“aye, aye,” she nods, bright grin accompanied by a red tinge to her cheeks.

bokuto leans forward and places a kiss on the crown of her head. “can you put your initials on them?"

she quirks an eyebrow at him. "why do you want my initials on them?"

he grins. "you gotta mark your property, babe."

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an: i wanna gossip with him so bad

#bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto #hq bokuto #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto fluff #msby bokuto #bokuto x you #eggyrocks does slice of life #hq x you #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq fanfic #hq fic #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu x y/n

[yeonniesblog]

“y/n stop acting like you are in a velocity edit" akaashi sighs, putting down his pen on the table, he was just trying to complete his assignment which was due this week but God forbid if you would let him.

you huff out in annoyance, your boyfriend is so annoying, so what if you were swaying to the beats in a slow motion when you stumbled upon a catchy tiktok audio, it's not like you forget your earphones at home intentionally.

and not to mention you should be the one who is mad, if it wasn't for the pretty mouth canceling your date's plan you swear you would have thrown hands on your busy boyfriend.

and honestly you are doing him a favor by letting him be in your presence, flipping your hair back you feed your ego with your own thoughts.

akaashi sighs, he can already tell what your narcissistic ass might be thinking, he turns his chair around, now facing you. “come here” he mumbles softly, your quirk your brows, hmm fishy.

but you still waddle quickly to him, his chair is pressed against his desk, and he taps his laps. you stop infront of him, giving him a icky expression as a response to his tap.

“what? are you trying to copy atsumu and his side chicks?” akaashi has a quick flashback of the star setter with his random hookup as soon as you mentioned the name, his expression changes to being disgusted in a second.

“first of all no” he clearly remembers the girl sticking to atsumu as a glue on his lap and using too much tongue while making out, Infront of everyone at the party, no he doesn't wants to recreate that. “and second of all, weren't your craving for my attention”

“well you should ofcourse return it since you stole all my attention, you fuckin’ robber ” you sit yourself on his lap, putting your weight on him hesitantly, but he cradles you so swifty in his arms that you swear you get weak in the knees. sza was right, you needed a big boy, akaashi is your big boy.

“cheesy” he chuckles, even though he admits you are cheesy as fuck but he can't help but break a smile at what you say with that cute angry pout.

he grabs your ass pulling you closer, fuck this guy will make you horny unintentionally, if his hands just rides a little above, a littl— “but stop saying those stuff to me though” akaashi continues, interuppting your unholy thoughts.

“huh? oh. what stuff” you burrow your eyebrows.

“stuff that makes me wanna kiss the hell out of you” he says it so nonchalantly like, like it didn't just leave your cheeks to become tinted red, you tug at his short messy hair.

“who is the cheesy one now” you hit his arms softly, god even his muscles are hot.

“you always leave me feeling giddy and shit” you roll yours eyes, holding his face in your hands “and superrr horny but that's beside the point” a grin breaks out on his pretty lips as a response to your confession.

akaashi keiji smiles really occasionally but when he does, you swear he has you swooning over his feet, his blue eyes follow yours through his glasses and there is a comfortable silent hanging in the room with you too being so close.

“fuck I love your face” you grip his cheeks like he is some kind of a baby.

“then sit on it”

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu drabbes #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #akaashi fic #akaashi x reader #akaashi keji x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi headcanons #akaashi imagine #akaashi keiji #bokuto x you #atsumu miya #haikyuu #haikyuu x y/n

[snazzyturtles]

“Innocent”

bokuto x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

bokuto kotaro’s biggest fan catches his eye, and he decides he has to have you

wc: 7.1 k

tw: strangers to lovers, virg reader, anal tease, titty sucking, mating press, unprotected, creampie, implied squirting, bd/sp, bokuto is VERY straightforward and confident while reader is a blushing mess, pet names (klutz, sweetie, darling, baby, little fan), bokuto likes teasing sO much, he bites you like once but it’s not bad

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thinking back on it, you could have never imagined yourself in the place you are now. what started as tagging along with a friend to a random volleyball game one weekend slowly turned into a hobby. a habit. one you couldn't shake off or ignore, because you just kept feeling like you needed more, and one team filled that want.

the msby black jackals were an amazing team, filled with wonderful athletes that were great at what they did. hinata, atsumu, meian, kiyoomi- they were all incredible. you were a big fan, loving to watch them compete. but one player intrigued you the most- bokuto kotaro. he was an astonishing player, and while watching their competitions, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. for more ways than one. 

after the game, you walked down and greeted him while he was walking away, meekly asking him to sign your shirt. he was cheerful, happy to see that someone admired him after the game. 

“of course!” he chuckled, “didn't know I had such gorgeous fans.” he gave you a friendly wink.

your breath caught, heart fluttering in your chest. did he really just say that?

“i... ah... th-thank you.” you stuttered out, a blush spreading your face fast.

he chuckled softly, “oh, you're very welcome.” his cheerful expression turned into a flirty smirk.

“and what's the name of my favorite fan?” he smiled.

your blush got somehow even deeper, ducking your head down so he wouldn't see your flustered face.

“… y/n,” you replied, low and quiet.

“y/n, such a gorgeous name.” his voice was smooth but playful.

you went stiff, almost forgetting to breathe. bokuto kotaro was complimenting you?

“i see we got a shy one?” he smirked.

“i... well…” you took a breath and looked back up at him. your voice was shaky. “n-not normally... i just-“

his expression was a playful grin, he looked at you in the eyes while speaking.

“oh what's this? you got a crush on the ace?” he chuckled softly.

lifting your head, you stared into his golden eyes, slowly nodding.

“i... um, yeah…”

his eyes widened and his voice became soft.

“o-oh well in that case, would you like to go get dinner after this, sweetie?” he smirked. “i think my favorite fan has just landed a date.”

your eyes flew open. his words caught you by surprise, not expecting that response.

“w-wait what? are you serious?”

“of course i’m serious. a beautiful fan like you couldn't be alone on a special night like this, right?” he chuckled confidently, looking you in the eyes- his voice was sweet and smooth.

“but... but won't you be busy? it's after the game, you have interviews and other fans to meet…”

he chuckled and stepped closer. “i’m willing to spare some time for a loyal fan.”

he grabbed your hand, his expression was cheerful. “i’ll pick you up in an hour then, how does that sound?”

you nodded your head quickly, “that sounds great.”

you gave him your phone number and address, suddenly so excited for what was about to come.

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the hour passed quickly and there was a knock on your door. it was bokuto, dressed in a button-up shirt and slacks, his hair was neat and his eyes were sparkling. he bowed.

“good evening, y/n.”

your voice caught in your throat as you opened the door to your apartment. you whispered under your breath, “i... i didn't realize you were dressing up.”

he chuckled. “i have to look nice for my fan.”

you were standing in the doorway, wearing the jersey he signed earlier and shorts that you could barely see underneath. you were dramatically underdressed in comparison to him.

“um... make yourself at home, give me one minute i'm gonna go put on something better.”

when his eyes widened as he noticed your attire, his voice became a bit raspy. “oh, um… alright, sure.”

he stepped aside and sat down in a nearby chair to let you change. you blushed deeply, then practically ran to your bedroom to put on better clothes.

you were rushing so much that when you went to tug your shorts off, you tripped and fell on the floor, hitting the wall and yelping loudly.

bokuto heard the sound of you falling and came running in, his gold eyes darted around and they focused in on you.

“y- y/n?” his voice was shaky, he seemed concerned.

“are you okay?” he started cautiously walking over towards you. “i heard a shriek and a loud sound, are you hurt?”

“ow.” you said under your breath, gritting your teeth as you rubbed your knee. “i'm sorry bokuto, i tripped when i was changing clothes & hit my knee-“

mentioning that was all it took for him, and he immediately bent down and picked you up. bokuto held you in his arms as he examined your injury.

“this is definitely a bruise, you'll probably also have a bit of a limp,” he frowned.

“you hit your knee on the wall?” he looked at the wall and back to you. “how fast and how hard did you have to trip to do that?”

you covered your face with your hands, turning into his chest to avoid looking at his face. you were embarrassed.

“i was trying to change pants and it got stuck on my ankle, then i slipped… sorry i'm a bit of a klutz.”

bokuto sighed. “what an adorable klutz.”

he chuckled and looked down at your face, his eyes were sparkling. “you could use some ice, but i have a better idea.” he smiled flirtatiously and started walking to the kitchen.

“I'll cook you dinner, makes it a bit easier so you don't have to do much. how does that sound?” he gave you a gentle pat on your head.

“b-but... you came here all dressed up... you made plans for our dinner tonight...” you looked down at the floor, avoiding looking at his face as he held you. “i'm sorry i messed everything up.”

he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “there's no need to apologize, you can't help being silly sometimes.”

he placed you on a chair in the kitchen and started cooking. it was quiet for a while when bokuto spoke again.

“hey, y/n. can we talk for a second?”

you looked up at him from where you were sitting, a bit confused about his question. “yeah, what is it bokuto?”

he looked at you for a solid 30 seconds before speaking again.

“do you like me?” he paused for a second, “like, like like me?”

he said this awkwardly, his facial expression was that of embarrassment mixed with hope.

a blush crept down your body, spreading further in your embarrassment.

“i....” squeezing your eyes shut, you blinked and then looked up at him.

“yeah, i have, for a while now. i was one of your biggest fans for a reason, and now all that's happening tonight is kinda firing it a bit more.”

bokuto let out a sharp breath and turned around. he definitely wasn't expecting that answer. he grabbed a cloth to wipe his hands and face. his expression was one of happiness, excitement and surprise. “oh wow, really?”

he chuckled happily and his eyes were sparkling, a bright smile appeared on his face. “i-i thought you just liked watching me play volleyball, but no, you actually like me?”

you quickly nodded your head.

“that's kinda why i've been so awkward tonight... doesn't help that i fell while getting dressed, and so now i’m sitting in an oversized jersey & underwear while watching you cook.”

bokuto chuckled and approached you, taking off his button-up shirt to reveal a white t-shirt underneath. he placed his shirt on your shoulders and smiled.

“here, wear this, it'll make you look a bit more... presentable.” he smirked. “and as for you, you are an adorable klutz, it's just part of why i like you.”

as he laughed and went back to cooking, you felt his shirt on your shoulders. his warmth was radiating against your body.

you blushed when he turned away, tugging his shirt tighter around your shoulders. “you think i'm adorable?” 

then you realized what he said.

“wait... you like me?”

bokuto was stirring the contents in the pot when he heard your question.

“hm?” he turned and looked at you with surprise. “oh, i was supposed to not admit that, huh?” he was smiling cheekily. “i like you a lot.”

your blush somehow got even deeper. “but-but we just met for the first time tonight? right?? or...”

then your mind clicked, and a shock wave passed over you. you went to almost all of the msby games, always wearing his jersey number. he was bound to recognize you from that.

“do... did you recognize me from the other games?”

bokuto's expression became that of a flirty smirk.

“yeah, how did you get such perfect seats every game?” he chuckled.

“i always saw you, so adorable in your cute little fan outfit. i couldn't help but recognize you.” he walked over and sat next to you, putting his arm around your back. “so... how does being my girlfriend sound?”

“i... what?” your head snapped to look at him, you were confused and low-key freaking out.

“you-you want me to be your girlfriend? but we just formally met for the first time tonight, bokuto.”

bokuto's flirty expression and playful smirk returned, “yes i do.” he put his hand on your shoulder and looked you in the eyes, his voice was soft.

“if you think about it, we kinda have been dating for a while. we would both make each other's hearts skip a beat when we were at the games together. and we always wanted more of each other.”

he was so close up to you, breathing right onto your neck. his voice was soft and sweet.

“i…” your voice was caught in your throat, you couldn't think of what to say. his actions and words were throwing you for a loop, and it almost didn't feel like reality.

“t-that’s not dating though… that’s lusting over somebody-” you cut yourself off in the middle of your sentance, because while yes, that was what he did, that’s what you had done too.

bokuto was so close to you, his eyes sparkled, and you swear you could hear his heart beating. he was holding your shoulders, his voice was whisper-quiet.

“i know this is all a bit sudden... but you looked so beautiful tonight, so I thought…” he kissed you on the cheek. “why wait, right?” he chuckled.

bokuto put his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest as placed you on his lap. “now you're where you belong.”

you stared into his gold eyes, with an expression of fright and yearning combined. you hesitantly nodded your head, slowly leaning closer to him.

he smirked in a flirty and teasing way and kissed your lips softly. “you're mine now, aren't you?”

you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist as you sat in his lap. it all felt like a dream. nodding your head, you whispered against his lips, “i'm yours.”

bokuto's eyes widened, wrapping his arms around your back. “well aren't you the bold one?” his voice was full of excitement and happiness.

“i guess this also means you want a more ... personal show after dinner...” his eyes became that of a flirty smirk.

you stared into his eyes. you had a rough idea of what he was implying, but you wanted to hear it from his mouth directly. “what do you consider a "personal show?”

bokuto looked directly at you and his tone seemed serious, his voice was soft and sweet. “my favorite fan...” he gave you a gentle kiss on your lips.

“you're getting a special show tonight... a one-on-one performance from the ace himself,” he chuckled and smiled, “just for you.” his voice was smooth and it made you blush.

you squirmed from his words. “can't wait.”

bokuto smirked as he stood up, lifting you with him. he started carrying you to the bedroom. “well, my dinner's ready.” his voice was flirty and his eyes were shining.

he made a beeline to the bedroom and locked the door, carrying you to the bed and placing you gently on it. you stared up at him, scared and excited, waiting to experience his next move.

bokuto bent down and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead, his eyes were that of a flirty smirk, and his voice was soft.

“you're too gorgeous to not get a special show from the ace...” he placed your hand on his chest, staring down at you. “so, i should let you experience the ace in every way tonight.”

looking up at him, your breath was growing heavy in anticipation for his actions. he was being vague, and it made you both anxious and turned on about the idea of what might come next from him.

he started moving his hands to the bottom of his shirt, his eyes were sparkling with excitement as you watched his hands creep under the hem. his voice was soft and sweet. “you'll understand soon sweetie...”

you held your breath as you watched him peel his shirt up and over his head. he had quite possibly the most chiseled chest that you had ever seen. defined abs you traced with your fingers, and big pecs that looked like they could double as pillows.

when you touched his body, your cold hand became warm from his body heat. he chuckled as he threw his shirt onto the floor behind him, not caring where it landed. his bare chest was in front of you, and his arms looked like they could crush someone.

“so, what do you think of the ace's physique?” his eyes were glistening and his voice was teasing as he waited for your reaction.

“gorgeous.” you whispered, staring up at him while your fingers lightly trailed the crevasses of his muscles.

his pectorals were huge, your eyes immediately drawn to them. so defined and sculpted, you had secretly loved watching them as he played for as long as you could remember. but before you could only see the impression of them, this was your first time seeing them this close, in person and bare. he noticed you staring at his pecs. he was quite proud of himself for his physique, and he raised his voice while laughing.

“i'm glad you like them that much, you'll have the chance to see them a lot closer,” he chuckled and sat down next to you. “now you should get comfy. i'll give you a second to get rid of that shirt and i'll start the show.”

you stared at him, your breath catching in your throat from his words. you couldn't move. you didn't know what to do, your body still in anticipation, waiting for his next actions.

bokuto looked at you with a flirtatious smile, the corners of his eyes sparkling and his expression seemed one of happiness and excitement. he put his hand on your thigh, his voice was soft and sweet.

“i can help you get that off if you wish,” he smirked and his expression showed that he was enjoying your surprise and fluster.

your eyes wide, you stared into his and slowly nodded your head. “o-okay. thank you bokuto.” you whispered out, feeling on edge from not knowing what he'd do next.

bokuto gently took the shirt off of you, loosely holding onto the bottom hem as he lifted the jersey up and over your head. he stared down at your body, looking at your beautiful, smooth skin and you heard him give a subtle gasp of air in his chest.

he smirked, “you never wear anything underneath, do you?” he said with a soft and teasing tone.

your eyes widened. you had almost forgotten about that. your cheeks started burning deep red from the blush spreading. 

“i... not sometimes...”

you heard him snicker. “so that's why I see your chest bouncing so much when you jump in the stands at my games.” bokuto gently traced your collarbone with his fingertips.

“and i always thought that was how you were trying to get my attention.” he chuckled. “my lovely little fan, wearing nothing beneath her msby jersey... who knew?” he was smirking at you and his voice came out almost like a whisper. you could see how much he liked seeing you blush.

your breathing was shallow, unsteady- you were more flustered than you could have imagined possible for the night. the star you’d had a crush on for years was now sitting in your bedroom, both of your shirts off, and he was complimenting your chest?

bokuto put his mouth close to your ear and whispered into it. “is there anywhere on your body that's sensitive? or makes you feel flustered? I want to find every spot.”

he said it in a low voice as his mouth was close to your ear, making you shiver. you snapped your head to look at him, without thinking of your actions before you did them. your mouths pressed together, and your eyes widened when you realized what was happening.

bokuto kissed you and pulled you really close, his arm around your back and a hand in your hair. the kiss was so passionate and it felt like your heart was beating a mile a minute.

bokuto broke the kiss after a few seconds and leaned back. he was breathing heavily and blushing.

“i… i'm-“ he cut you off before you could apologize for your mistake.

“no need for apologies. i liked it.” bokuto chuckled, caressing your cheek. “now, let me have you like you wanted me to earlier... a very personal show just for you.” he looked at you with a flirtatious smile. he turned away and began taking his belt off.

your voice caught in your throat. his back muscles were heavenly, making you wonder how they felt.

“b-bo?”

his voice became more quiet. “yes, my lovely little fan?”

you saw him take off his belt and he hung it off the bed frame. he was now just wearing his pants... and those pants were so tight on him. they highlighted his curves and he knew you were staring at his ass, but you couldn't help it. his ass had been one of your favorite things to watch from the stands, and now that it was so close in front of you, you had the potential to look at it in full detail. his body was literally sculpted.

it was almost hard for you to breathe with how incredible he looked, not believing that this was actually happening. “you... you look so...”

he knew you were staring at his ass and he felt the urge to tease you.

“you like it, don't you?” he smirked. “i'm glad, i'm glad you like what you see. i worked hard on keeping this body in shape for you darling.”

you nodded your head. you did like it.

he smirked and turned around, his pants making a loud noise as they hit the floor. he kept his eyes locked on you as he made his way to the bed. he looked amazing walking towards you, and you couldn't help staring at him. his muscles flexing with every step, the low lighting made him look gorgeous. and then you looked down…

you noticed his lack of pants, and what was in their place. a set of grey boxer briefs, tight enough that it didn't leave much room for imagination. you could see the outlines and shadow of his cock, and it made your breath catch.

bokuto smirked as he saw where your gaze went. he was proud of himself and he made it known. he knew he had your full attention. he was very excited for his little fan to have this.

bokuto put his hands on his hips and he stood still, making sure you were able to get all the time you wanted to look. he was breathing heavily and you could tell he was anxious as well by how fast his nipples stuck out in excitement. he kept looking at you, he didn't want to stop looking at you.

he looked smug, but you could tell his nervousness wasn't going away the longer you two stared at each other. you stood up slowly, walking towards him.

bokuto looked down and saw you approaching, surprised by your actions. he put his arms out towards you and was waiting for you to come closer to him, his voice was soft and excited. 

“c'mere”

as you stepped close to him, his arms closed around you, scooping under your ass and lifting you. bokuto smirked as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and he kept his arms around you. your legs were hugging his waist, your soft thighs brushing against his hips in a position that made him want to squirm. your arms were wrapped around his neck, his face so close to you that you could feel his breaths. he could kiss you easily.

“oh, you haven't fully earned that yet, darling.” his voice was flirty and he was making teasing noises. a whimper left your throat at his response, and you felt his cock twitch through his boxers under your ass. the sounds you were making turned him in, and he let out a loud groan.

“looks like you're very attracted to me,” he kissed you again. “but you want to see me more, don't you?” he kept grinning as he teased you.

“i…”

you couldn't form full sentences, couldn't speak words, couldn't think. everything he was doing to you was so much.

bokuto chuckled. “that's okay, you really are attracted to me.” he kissed you again and started leaning down to lay you on the bed. “just relax. i’ll do all the work here.”

as soon as you were laid down, he began kissing your neck and your chest. whimpers and whines escaped your mouth as he started to work his way down your neck, kissing and sucking at any skin he could find. you were sure there would be marks the next morning. when his mouth found your nipple and sucked it, your body tensed and you let out a yelp.

as soon as you yelped, bokuto took his mouth away and turned his head to look at you. 

“oh, sorry darling.” his eyes were sparkling with excitement. “is this your sensitive spot?” 

he moved his mouth closer but he didn't make contact, he just purposely breathed heavy on it. the air coming from his mouth made your skin prickle and your back arch. he seemed eager to find your most sensitive areas.

you groaned, nodding your head with your eyes squeezed shut. it was sensitive, but it felt so good. “m-more. please bo.”

bokuto smiled and his eyes became more excited from your noises. he kissed your chest again in that same spot, sucking over your nipple and biting it lightly. he seemed very happy to hear your noises of approval.

“oh, you like it, right?” he whispered the word "right" in such a soft voice, and he seemed to be looking for an affirmative answer.

you nodded your head quickly, “uh huh.” it felt so good to feel his mouth on your body, like nothing you could have imagined.

bokuto let out a content groan as he heard your moans and he kept going, his tongue making circles, mapping your skin, soft kisses across your chest and tummy. his fingers lightly trailed over the marks he made, making you shiver. he was looking for more sensitive spots as he kissed your skin.

making his way down your body, it was obvious you becoming more sensitive the further he got. when he reached your panties, he looked up at you. without saying anything, he gave a slow kiss on top of the fabric, and you let out a deafening moan.

bokuto noticed and his mouth became more soft and gentle. your moan turned him on even more. he kissed you on top of your clothed mound again, and when he pulled his head away he was blushing.

“oh, i'll just take these off.” his voice was teasing yet soft. you looked into his gold eyes as he stared at you while removing your panties. when you felt the air hit your core you gasped. he was unpredictable, and your body couldn't keep up.

upon seeing your reaction, bokuto pulled your legs close to your chest and he put his hand underneath your back to lift you. this made you two face to face, your legs squeezing around his back. his eyes were sparkling as he looked down on you.

“i think i'll give you what you want...” he smirked. he looked proud of himself, making you feel embarrassed yet excited at the same time. the new position made your bodies closer, practically wrapped around him, and you could feel his clothed cock poking at your entrance.

he noticed your body shaking, lifting closer to him with each breath, and his boxers were tightening a lot. his eyes were sparkling and he smirked again.

“I'm gonna be honest with you, darling…” he paused and you could see his confidence and pride go up. “I wore tight boxers... just for you to get to see…”

“y-you did?” your voice was high-pitched and shaky. you couldn't believe it. he predicted that you’d end up like this tonight?

he smirked as he saw your surprised reaction. “yes, my little fangirl, i wore it just for you.” he pulled his boxers down a bit and your eyes went wide. you could see his pelvic muscles, and the start of his happy trail leading to his belly button. you felt your pussy twitch in anticipation.

bokuto's voice was soft as he giggled while looking at you. “you think i like to tease a lot? you haven't seen anything yet…” a whine left your throat at his response and actions. he was baiting you for him, and you wanted more.

“please bo...”

bokuto chuckled and you felt his breath on your ear. “oh? you're getting really needy...” he looked down at you with a soft and proud expression. his boxers were barely pulled down, just to taunt you. it was so close to you that you could swear you felt the heat.

you looked up into his eyes, and whimpered, “please bo... i’ll do anything.”

bokuto smirked, “so, you want me that badly, don't you?” his voice was soft and the look he gave you was exciting and jeering. he placed his hand on your waist, the other moving to your ass, squeezing it.

“k-kotaro?”

bokuto noticed that you called him by his first name, and it turned him on even more. “yes darling?”

staring at him, another whimper left your throat as you felt his body shift on top of you, hiking your legs further up and giving him better access. “please,” you breathed out, your words barely audible and under your breath.

bokuto heard you and he smirked, “your words are too quiet, darling.” he placed his ear on your mouth and listened closely. “you have such a cute little voice though...” his voice was soft, the hand on your ass slowly moving up and down.

your eyes were squeezed shut and your teeth were grinding. his hands on you felt so good, you couldn't help it. you kept slipping down his waist from how much you were squirming, your feet playing with the waistband of his boxers.

bokuto was very much enjoying seeing you so turned on. he liked this kind of teasing a lot. your grip on his hips tightened and it made him twitch. “what do you think you’re doing there, darling?” he was biting his lower lip. in response to your teasing, he decided to do even more. staring into your eyes, he slowly lifted one of his hands to his mouth, licking his thumb before moving his hand down.

a gasp left your throat as you felt his hand travel lower, and his thumb press into your asshole. the feeling burned, not used to being stretched there, and his hands were so big. you yelped when you felt him try to move his finger, pulling at the sides and wiggling his thumb around inside a few times before removing it slowly. staring at you, he shook his head. “too tight.”

bokuto was smirking when he looked down at you. he noticed you panting, your hole squeezing around nothing. “oh...” his thumb started teasing you again, circling the rim while he looked at you intently. “your body is very sensitive here, isn't it?”

you were whining loudly. you wanted him, but he was being such a tease it was almost unbearable. “koooo…pleaseee. i-i want you in me”

he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear, “you do?” he gave you a playful and flirtatious kiss on your cheek as he put his mouth on your ear to speak, “but... you're so innocent... it could hurt...”

“w-wanna try.. at least,” you turned your head to look into his eyes. “i want you kotaro.”

bokuto was blushing and he moved to look you in the eyes. “so... you do want me like that?” he was giggling and he looked like he was proud of himself. he moved his hands up your body as he squeezed you hips.

“i think this is your first time, right darling?” he whispered in your ear.

you nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “y-yeah.” 

he chuckled and you felt his lips kissing your neck as his hands went up your body. he placed his tongue on your neck as he sucked gently, before looking back up at you.

“well... if it's for me... okay.” he caressed your cheek, suddenly sounding serious “you want me to be your first?”

“y-yes kotaro.” you stared at him, breath quick from his kisses and licks.

bokuto placed his mouth on yours as he gave you a passionate kiss for a few seconds before breaking it. “i love how you look when you're like this...” he started biting your throat and your neck to tease you and make this extra special for you. after he was proud of the line of marks he made on your neck, he sat back on his heels to look over you. 

the only fabric left between the two of you were his tight boxers, and you watched as he reached his hands into the waistband.

bokuto noticed your eyes looking at his boxers and he smirked as his voice became more serious. “oh?” he looked back and smiled. “do you have your eyes on an award?” he was teasing you and he slowly took his boxers down to his ankles.

when his boxers fell down, a sharp intake of breath escaped your throat. his cock slapped his stomach when it slipped out, and you could see it fully now. it was long, so thick, slightly curved up. his sack was fat and swollen, looking like they were filled and ready to explode. it made your pussy twitch in anticipation.

“you're... staring... aren't you, darling?”

bokuto made a teasing smile and put his hands on your chin, his head close to your face. he kept looking at you to see how you would react to his body and to his words.

you nodded slowly, then whispered under your breath, “...so big...”

bokuto was blushing from your words, catching him slightly off-guard. he looked proud but not too arrogant, like he'd been waiting for you to tell him this. he moved his hand to place it on your neck, his fingers slowly brushing along it. “what if it's too big?”

your eyes slowly drifted back to his,

“we'll make it fit.”

“oh?” bokuto whispered and he smiled again. “well, we'll see.” he got on the bed again and put his body on top of yours. his arms wrapped around your waist and he looked you in the eyes. 

“you really want it, don’t you?” he was still teasing you and he kept up the flirty smirk.

“y-yes ko...” you whined out, desperate for him. “want it so bad.”

he leaned down, suckling on your neck again. your skin was already so tender there from all the bruises he left, but he wouldn't stop. you could feel his dick rubbing on your tummy and it made you moan.

bokuto made a soft groan as he heard your words and he slowly kissed your jaw. his lips were soft and playful, he knew exactly what he was doing. he continued teasing you.

his mouth left your neck and he got close to your ear again, whispering, “do you know what comes next?”

he put his hand on your thigh and he caressed it as you nodded your head quickly, your eyes squeezed shut. you were ready.

“please ko, please”

bokuto was biting his lower lip, he wanted you to enjoy this as much as you can. his hand kept teasing your legs and his breath was filled with excitement. “then, say it to me.” he whispered in your ear.

you opened your eyes, staring straight into his. taking a deep breath, you said what you had been wanting to say the whole night.

“fuck me, kotaro”

bokuto was stunned. you really said that. he heard every word of it and it pleased him. his body was touching yours as he played with your hair.

“well... if you say it like that...” he gave you another kiss, long and soft. when your lips split, he looked back at you. “i’ll make you scream my name.” 

he suddenly grabbed your legs, hiking both of them up and over his shoulders. he had you folded in half, and you couldn't do anything but stare at him. you squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating what was about to happen next. you could feel his breath on your face.

your body was now in a position in which he could use it to his liking. you felt like you were in heaven and you were somehow even more sensitive to his touch. bokuto smiled with a proud and taunting look on his face. “you're ready, aren't you?” 

he was going to make sure that this would be a moment you would always remember.

you nodded your head, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted. 

suddenly feeling a poking at your core, you looked down to find him aligning the tip of his cock with your entrance. he slowly pushed in, your breath catching in your throat as you let out a long whine.

it burnt as he pushed forward. you weren't used to something of this size, your fingers being tiny in comparison to how thick his cock was. he was reaching deeper than you had ever been able to do, and you were mewling from the pains.

bokuto was looking at your face, panting as he started rubbing your hand. he looked worried. “i hope... i hope you like it..”

“i... i love it, ko.” you whispered between staggering breaths. it hurt like hell, but you wanted a taste of his heaven. he leaned down and kissed you, slowly and passionately, trying to distract you from the sharp pains.

“do you?” bokuto's eyes were sparkling and his voice was softer than ever now. he caressed your cheeks and kissed you again, longer than last time. “this is only the beginning, darling.”

with those words, you felt him begin to move. he started soft, pulling out until just the tip was left inside, before slowly pressing back in. after he noticed that you stopped squirming as much, he gradually started gaining a pace until he was pounding into your pussy. you could feel his balls hitting your ass with every thrust, the tip ramming deep enough that it kissed your cervix. 

his groans were constant and loud, and you could see that he was staring at you whenever you’d open your eyes.

bokuto kept looking at you. your face was so cute to him in the moment, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hung open. you could feel the weight of the tall, strong man on your body right now, pressing down to hold you in place. his lips were kissing your neck angrily again between his moans.

“ah- ohhhh.” 

“k-ko?” your breath was panting as you questioned his noises.

“oh, i know...” bokuto could see you were becoming too sensitive and he was loving it. he kept moving, snapping his hips and kissing your neck. “ah... oh... ohhhhhh.”

your breath caught in your throat with a whine, hesitating before whispering out the next words to him-

“…..m-more ko. harder.”

bokuto was breathing heavier now and you could feel his heart beat faster as he jerked his head up to look into your eyes. it was like you had him in every single way, this is the most pleasure and euphoria bokuto had ever felt. “you’re just saying that now?” his voice was shaky and his eyes glossed over. he was sweating, his head was spinning and his body was filled with adrenaline that was about to burst.

he stopped for a second to breathe and calm himself, before starting back, with more force and speed than before. he was pounding into your sensitive spots, and it made you whine louder. you could feel a knot forming in your belly, and you knew you were close to finishing.

“kotaroooo”

you whined his name out, almost as a warning to him. suddenly your pussy clenched and spasmed, squeezing him tight as you came around him. you were gushing, spraying around his cock and making a mess all over the sheets.

bokuto was smiling and he looked proud of himself. he could make you experience this for the first time, from him and only him. your squeezing was so tight around his cock, and it led him to the edge. his body began stuttering, his breathing was harder.

“b-baby i’m about to… ah..” it was almost a warning for you. “ohhhhhhh.” his eyes were closed, and he could tell he was about to finish.

his final grunt came, and a bite to your shoulder was the only warning for what was happening. his hips became faster, then suddenly stopped. you felt your center become warm, feeling him shoot his release deep in you, and heard him moan the loudest he had that entire night.

the room went silent, the only sounds you could hear were the fan above you two, his panting, and a few bird chirps outside. 

bokuto was still on top of you, caressing your face while breathing into your neck. you felt him pull out slowly, then felt his warm cum start to spill out of your pussy and drip onto the mattress. your breath caught in your throat. “i... you...”

bokuto was feeling weird, his body was shaking and he felt nervous. he didn’t mean to do that, but he tried to be brave and stay on top of you. 

“i... i made a mess...” he was blushing and it was visible on his face. he tried to cover it up by putting a proud look on his face again. “please tell me you liked it..”

your breathing was slow and shaky, trying to figure out what just happened. you couldn’t believe it. bokuto kotaro, you were his biggest fan for years, and now he had just released his cum inside you.

“i... i loved it, ko.”

bokuto’s breath caught. your words surprised and pleased him. he felt accomplished that you loved every second of that. he held a cute look on his face. “good…”

he kissed your forehead and your cheek, caressing your hair.

“now, you're not innocent...” 

he giggled at his own words. he was teasing you again, but his voice was soft and he held a smile.

you laughed back at him, he wasn't wrong. “yeah, i guess not”

this moment is like a dream for him and he just kissed you passionately again. when your kiss ended, he laid his head down on your chest, and you sat in silence for a minute before you spoke up.

“h-hey ko?”

he looked up at you, slightly confused.

“what happens to us when we wake up in the morning? you're still a big-time professional volleyball star, and i'm just a fan you picked up off the bleachers for a fun night...”

bokuto looked at you and his face went serious.

“if you want us to be nothing, then we can be nothing…” his voice was calm and his body was relaxed again.

“but...” he took a deep breath, as the thought flashed in his head. “...if you want to be more... we can be more...”

he looked like he couldn't believe he was saying this, that his mouth was speaking without telling his brain what to say first.

you looked deep into his gold eyes, took a deep breath, and then whispered, “what do you want?”

there was another long pause before he collected his thoughts and opened his mouth again.

“i-i want you… your voice, your eyes, i want it all..” he caressed your face and he had a slight nervous smile as he looked at you.

“when i wake up in the morning, when i close my eyes and i'm tired from practice, or when i want to escape the world's craziness, i want to imagine your face, your voice, your eyes. i want you with me all the time, i want you to be my love...”

you took a breath in, staring at him. your heart skipped a beat from his words. he wanted you like that?

“i... we can try that”

bokuto was looking at you and his face turned bright red. “really...?” 

it felt like his heart skipped a beat and was about to jump out of his chest.

“can i hug you now?” he was asking you, even though he already knew the answer was going to be yes.

you laughed, giggling at his reaction. “yes bo, of course you can.”

bokuto smiled happily and he hugged you tightly. it was a warm and cozy hug, him rubbing his body on yours to make it better. he sighed, and whispered out-

“i'm going to enjoy this...”

@tsukiran wanted me to tag her on this lol hope you’re happy

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[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

synopsis. valentine’s day ( haikyuu version ). ever wonder how the haikyuu boys would spend the so called romantic holiday with you?

genre. fluff + crack

for @melukonova , @hearts4yuji / @kozuwhore , @reawakened-goddess , @diorlumx <3

ft. tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, kotaro bokuto, daichi sawamura, koshi sugawara

gender neutral! reader.

➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ oh you’re getting spoiled, that’s for certain. he’s got plans that involve chocolate, flowers, and a very cute plushie of himself<3

⌗ lots of kawa hugs and hand holding!! i stand firmly w the fact that he gives the absolute best hugs cuz he’s just so cuddly and sweet aaaa❤️

⌗ “happy valentine’s day my love~ today you get all of my affections for the price of your own!”

⌗ for a surprise date, he would take you out to a botanical garden and tell you the meanings of each flower that further conveys his love for you. isn’t he the sweetest? YES HE IS SHUT THE FUCK UP BC TOORU IS THE SOFTEST MOST INNOCENT BOYFRIEND EVER🙁❤️ but like i mean when he’s antagonistic i mean🤭 ANYWAY-

⌗ ahem, furthermore i believe pocky will make an appearance, maybe strawberry flavor!! and he will share his box with you.

⌗ finally down to the last stick, he would look at you with a smirk before letting out the most exasperated sigh.

⌗ “oh no, oh no y/n-chan.. there’s only one stick left! what other choice do we have but to share.. care to make it a competition, hm?”

⌗ he won. no further explanations needed.

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, iwa-chan.. the poor thing had to go to his dearest best friend a week beforehand for advice.. a tragedy, truly.

⌗ after a few threats to give his friend another injury to worry about, however, the wing spiker received all the necessary information and ideas required to execute valentine’s day to perfection for you!

⌗ hajime opted for a rather simple approach to valentine’s day that started with a letter he would hand to you. a formal invite to his home with an rsvp thing there as a joke LMAO he’s so silly

⌗ his cheeks were burning with red, a pout evident on his visage as his brows knitted together — something you found completely and utterly adorable as he asked you to read his note.

⌗ it was a heart clenching sight as you opened up a cute nintendo themed card that had happy valentine’s day written with a few silly video game puns. and just like that, his plans were revealed to be a date at home with the wii and any video games of your choice, since you liked them so much.

⌗ it was needless to say, that despite being rather decent in video games, especially mario related ones that he grew up on.. his skills dropped BELOW noob level because all he could focus on was you.

⌗ you just looked so happy playing, and the twinkle in your eyes made it impossible not to stare.

⌗ for each time that you whined at his lack of awareness, he would just laugh and say it was too hard to focus when your smile was right beside him. something he would much rather look at.

     ➫    𝓑𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢   𝓚𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ his valentine’s day wishes for you was over the top, on behalf of the fukurodani volleyball club wishing you with cute posters once you’d arrived at the gym that day to see your boyfriend — who was acting weird all day because he wanted to tell you so badly..

⌗ his plans for today were to take you to a trampoline park! it just sounds super fun and he wants to show off a little.. but he ends up losing dodge ball to some kids😭

⌗ bokuto emo mode ensues.. but then he remembers you’re there and brightens right up again LMAO he’s so simple when it comes to you fr

⌗ took you to a bakery afterwards to get you your favorite desserts — and because he might have wanted some too.. come on, he can’t help it when they just looked so so good!

⌗ on the way home, you guys petted some kitties along the way and even commented that some resembled your friends back at nekoma high

⌗ he gifted you a light and dark gray owl plushie holding a rose as your gift and as a reminder of him always being there for you!!

⌗ “there you go, y/n-chan! now you’ll always have me with you and when you’re feeling down, just look at plush!”

⌗ valentine’s day ended off that night with long needed hug and the promise of seeing each other once more at practice the next morning<3

➫ 𝓢𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝓓𝗔𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ after some pushing from his trusted setter, koshi, to do something special, daichi finally got the courage to actually do something sweet for you this year

⌗ what are his plans, you might wonder? it’s simple, yet lovely. he found this spot where the sunset is prettiest in miyagi, and decided to take you there after preparing a nice late lunch at home and homemade chocolates that suga helped him make earlier in the week

⌗ he gave you your favorite flowers first thing that morning at school and a kiss on your head with a small grin

⌗ the team, however, didn’t fail to fluster him with their giggles and snickers as he yelled at them to get back to training..

⌗ it brought a laugh and smile to your face regardless, to see your boyfriend looking as silly and cute as he did, flustered despite how he normally carried himself

⌗ at last, the time came for your date and you were incredibly excited for where sawamura would be taking you. it was almost dusk, but that was exactly what he waited for

⌗ the two of you sat together on a blanket ( and one around you as well ) he’d brought with two cups of hot coco he’d poured out of a thermos he brought and shared a nice meal he’d prepped once he got home from school that day

⌗ the change of color in the sky was a beautiful sight, and yet he found himself looking over at you, a soft smile on his lips that he was able to spend the way with you

     ➫    𝓢𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗔   𝓚𝗢𝗦𝗛𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ he has seen enough romcoms, listened to loads of taylor swift and scrolled through hella cheesy couple related posts on pinterest to be able to devise the perfect valentine’s day outing with you!

⌗ koshi brought you chocolate covered strawberries he’d prepared the evening prior to valentine’s day all wrapped up in a pretty box with a note attached that conveyed his valentine’s day wishes for you<3

⌗ for his plans, he’d decided on taking you shopping at the mall and to a restaurant of your choice as his treat to you before taking you to karaoke

⌗ whatever music you like, he’d be happy to sing it with you and just have a super good time worth cherishing as memories<3

⌗ he’d searched up online which flowers to best express his love and created a bouquet for you that he would have had with him when he went to pick you up for your date

⌗ “ahaha, too much? happy valentine’s day, dearest y/n-chan!”

⌗ lots of hand holding, his hands are super soft and taken care of since he’s a setter and his hugs send you on cloud nine, he’s just so soft<3

⌗ it’s rather late when your finish your date, and he finds difficulty in allowing the day to end since he wants to be with you longer.. so you both have a sleepover woooo✨

notes. weehee happy valentine’s day brought you by some of the haikyuu boys because they are free therapy, wym it’s just a volleyball anime? anyways, also dedicated a bit to my girliepops, their favs🫶 enjoy<3

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[clubkira]

DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

── FIANCÉ!JNT / FEM!READER SERIES┊͙HAIKYUU!!

my one and only all my life!

꒰ premise ꒱ : the nhk’s special broadcasts centered around the jnt ‘monster generation’ lineup’s future wives-to-be!

꒰ content ꒱ : haikyū!! / f!reader. JNT & staff. mini-series. established relationships. horrendously downbad fiancés. fluff (with suggestive moments).

series soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

⁞ ‘✎ — vie’s love letter ؛ ଓ series updates irregularly. extremely suggestive at times (no explicit smut). mentions / allusions to sex or intimacy. sfw + fluff.

꒰ haikyuu!! masterlist. ꒱

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (01)

⌗ relationship advice with ; atsumu miya. rintarou suna. wakatoshi ushijima. shoyo hinata.

the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (02)

⌗ truth or drink with ; koutarou bokuto. morisuke yaku. kiyoomi sakusa. tobio kageyama.

the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (03)

⌗ would you rather with ; motoya komori. kourai hoshiumi. aran ojiro. kenma kozume.

due to popular demand, the nhk has organized another live special with the monster generation’s fiancées! tune in for this segment of would you rather + a surprise game with our special sponsor! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (04)

⌗ QnA with ; tetsurou kuroo. hajime iwaizumi.

the fiancées of the jnt’s staff get a turn in the limelight in an all new special broadcast, a couples QnA spanning their several happy years of romance together! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (05)

⌗ reading thirst tweets with ; tobio kageyama. wakatoshi ushijima. kourai hoshiumi.

this nhk segment is brought to you by the schweiden alders! thirst tweets with the jnt alder members, but not of them— they’ll be reacting to thirsts for their fiancées! ❤︎

── DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ (06)

⌗ two truths and a lie with ; shoyo hinata. atsumu miya. koutarou bokuto. kiyoomi sakusa.

with the jnt’s msby members comes two truths and a lie! it's a battle between two lovers; who knows the other better? ❤︎

── ONESHOTS .ᐟ

coming soon !

── EXTRAS .ᐟ

HEY, FUTURE HUSBAND . . . ( ASK EVENT )

⌗ event status : closed!

FIANCÉE’S JOBS

⌗ answered ask !

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x you #haikyuu series #haikyuu x self insert #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #kageyama x reader #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #yaku x reader #hoshiumi x reader #komori x reader #aran x reader #haikyu fluff #kenma x reader #haikyuu x imagines #( 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 : 𐚁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 ) #𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓃’. 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈 ෆ #[ 𐚁 ] 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐹𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 ꒱ྀི

[tiza0925]

His Jersey | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, needy!bokuto, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, lap sex, female/afab reader, pet names, praise kink, SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Your eyes widen as Bokuto pushes you harshly onto the bed, his body hovering over yours as he kisses you senselessly. 

“Ko—?”

But he’s so lost in his own world, effectively shutting you up as he licks his tongue inside your mouth, groaning against you as he palms your tit over the jersey you’re wearing. 

His jersey. 

He played a game tonight, and you just had to go and support him. 

Which Boktuo always loved—just being able to see in the crowd and grinning at you so widely after their team wins another point because of him. 

It’s just—this time, he didn’t expect to see you wearing his jersey to the game. 

And that sort of threw him off for a moment but also—

It’s all he could think about for the rest of his game. 

Just how good you looked wearing his shirt. 

With his number on it. 

And his name. 

It’s why he could barely wait to get his hands on you the moment you two ended back up in his hotel room—leaving the rest of the team back at the restaurant where Bokuto was supposed to be celebrating alongside them.

But he’s got other priorities right now. 

“Do you know,” Bokuto pulls on your lower lip with a rough kiss, his voice hoarse and low as he kisses your mouth. 

Jaw. 

Neck. 

Giving the crook of your neck a small nip as he pulls down your pants, “How much I just couldn’t stop thinking about you during the game?” 

He sounds almost pained like him having to wait a second longer to be inside you will physically pain him. 

“God—you look so good in my jersey,” Bokuto groans, licking the length of your neck, making you whimper. “I can’t help it.” 

He’s so fucking needy and impatient that he doesn’t even bother to take your panties off.

He just pulls them to the side, and while holding them there—he uses his middle finger to slide it through your pussy folds, collecting your juices and getting his finger soaked—and he grunts at how sopping wet you are already. “Goddamn, baby, you’re already drooling.” 

You whine, your arms that are around his neck pull him closer to you, and you search for his mouth to kiss him sloppily as your mind goes blank from his finger toying with your pussy. 

He teases your hole, hearing the wet squelch every time the tip of his finger taps your cunt, making you flush in the cheeks at the obscene sound of it.

“I need to be inside you baby—shit—“ Your eyes are unfocused as Boktuo pushes his shorts and boxers down to let his thick cock slap your thigh, feeling the weight and heat of it on your skin before he’s fisting it until it’s swollen and pink with pre-cum leaking from the fat tip. 

He doesn’t bother to tease you with his dick like he usually does—because god knows he’s notorious for teasing you in bed when he has the patience and time for it. 

But he doesn’t right now. 

He needs to sink his cock inside you so badly that the moment the head pops through—Bokuto shakes with a guttural groan, his eyes rolling back as he pushes his entire length inside you, hitting you so deep that you practically choke. 

“So tight—it’s so good, baby,” Bokuto kisses you again, both hands on your waist, and his fingers dig into your flesh as he drags his cock out—only for him to push it right back in, feeling your greedy pussy suck it in like it needs it there. 

“You take me so well,” His pace is merciless after that. 

Plunging his dick into your cute little cunt, losing himself in the liquid heat that your walls hug him with, making you cry and moan as your hands hold onto him for dear life. 

And he babbles any dirty thought that comes to mind, continuously gliding his cock in and out of you—feeling impossibly thick inside you—and your nails drag down his back as you feel that tightness in your clit and lower belly ready to explode. 

“Shit, my baby is so messy,” Bokuto manages to look down as he fucks you, mesmerized by the way his girth stretches your pretty pussy.

He watches how his length is shiny with your creamy juices every time he pulls out—making him tremble and whimper because fuck, he’s already so close to cumming. 

“I want to feel you cum,” Bokuto looks at you again, and he leans down to wrap his lips around a sensitive spot on the side of your neck while one of his hands comes down to touch your clit. “Can you do that for me, baby?” 

He doesn’t even need to ask because god—you’re already so close. 

That buzzing ache just growing stronger and needier—all you need is some friction against your clit—

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—Ko—!” 

And Bokuto gives you just what you need as he suddenly rubs your puffy clit with his thumb—moving it in slow circles that drive you mad as your lower back snaps up, and your muscles tense while your orgasm ripples through you. 

“There you go, such a good girl,” Bokuto purrs, voice throaty, as he continues to lick and suck at your neck, and your nails dig into his back as you cry—tears threatening to spill from your eyes—as he fucks you through your orgasm, feeling yourself gush out fluids as you squirt. 

“You’re so tight around me, baby,” Bokuto pulls back, and he’s quick with his movements as he sits up and on his knees—bringing you with him as he guides you to sit on his lap, and he grins, eyes half-lidded. “You look so pretty when you cum for me, too.”

And then he plunges his cock inside you, holding you by your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze as he bounces you on his lap, hitting you even deeper in this position that you feel dizzy and numb and electrified. 

“That feel good, baby?” His voice is deceptively calm despite him fucking up into you like a madman, seemingly determined to make you feel his dick in your throat. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

You nod, mouth open and drool spilling from how dazed you are, and he gives your cheek a gentle kiss as he twitches inside you—so close to cumming. 

He watches you with determination as you bounce on his cock, how his jersey on you rides up to show your pussy taking him all in like the good girl that you are for him.

And he’s breathless as he wets his lips, his balls slapping your abused folds and ass—creating the sound of skin smacking on wet skin—and he clenches his teeth. “I’m gonna cum, baby.” 

You whimper, holding onto his broad shoulders as he pistons inside you, causing your fluids to gush out with every thrust. 

“Can I fill you with my cum?” You find it silly that he even asks that because not once have you ever said no. 

You bob your head as best as you can, hugging him and resting your chin on his shoulder as he fucks into your soul in this position—being dragged up and down by his strength since you lost any energy to move on your own. 

“God—“ You hear Bokuto let out a sharp exhale, his grip like iron on your body, and wet moans spill past your lips as you feel yourself let out another gushing orgasm, screaming as you spasm around his dick—squelching noises mix with your moan to show how soaked and wrecked you are. “Shit—baby, you’re getting me all messy, too.”

You don’t have it in you to reply. 

You just let out small whimpers and gasps as he gets greedy with you—seemingly uncaring of his strength and size as he abuses your swollen and dripping pussy until Bokuto cums, and you’re full with his load to the point it starts leaking with how much he’s pumping inside you. 

But he doesn’t stop there. 

He doesn’t want to leave your sweet cunt so soon—it feels too warm and plush for him to pull out. 

So he carefully lays you down—dick still inside you—and hooks one hand under the bend of your knee to lift one of your legs and—

And he continues to fuck you. 

Deep and slow, mixing your fluids as he pushes his cum further inside you, hearing the slickness of it with every glide of his cock along your walls. 

And when Bokuto slowly brings you back up to another orgasm that night—your poor pussy throbbing around him as your entire body goes limp—

He captures your lips with his, kissing you so achingly soft and lovingly, murmuring against your mouth, “I’m sorry, baby, you just look so good with my stuff on you.” 

At least now you know exactly how to rile Bokuto whenever you need him to fuck you like this again. 

End.

> Masterpost

#haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyu smut #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #bokuto smut #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #haikyuu bokuto #Bokuto x reader smut #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutarou smut #bokuto koutaro #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #bokuto x you

[hynko]

HAIKYUU AS TWEETS PT. 1

tw: profanity / crude humor

ft: tsukishima, yaku, oikawa, osamu, lev, noya, tanaka, bokuto, & daishou

hynko est 2021-2023 do not repost, translate or copy.

#oikawa #bokuto #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #hq fluff #hq fics #haikyuu angst #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #hq angst #hq funny #hq crack #hq smau #hq scenarios #haikyuu crack #haikyuu smau #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu osamu #lev haiba #haikyuu yaku #tsukishima kei #yaku morisuke #osamu miya #bokuto koutarou #hq x reader #hq headcanons #hq

[boyfhees]

🗗 REFUSING TO RECOGNIZE THEM WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK

FT. oikawa, kuroo, atsumu, akaashi, bokuto

W. mentions of drinking

AN. reposting :( i only found one taglist, i'll add the second one when i do :(

OIKAWA!

offended because he's your boyfriend and you refuse to recognize him. it's just a series of 'y/n i'm your boyfriend,' and 'no, you're not. my boyfriend is prettier,' he's literally suffering because it's getting late and people keep giving him weird looks. tries to convince you using pictures in his phone but still no avail because, "listen mister, i know how photoshopping works." is all you say, paying no attention to his words. finally gives up and helps you sober up a bit before you recognize him and you both leave after two hours of constant suffering. literally tells you not to use your brain when you're drunk because the photoshopping move took him away.

KUROO!

finds it interesting and decides to play along. says "your boyfriend doesn't have to know," with his famous shit eating grin, however, is taken aback as you gasp and slap his hand away from you. kuroo is happy that even in the lack of soberness, you won't go with any other man but at this point, it's getting too much and he's just exhausted. says something like, "let's go home, y/n," and grabs your hand, only to get punched in the face. he hopes his nose isn't broken. takes you home once you realize that he's your boyfriend because "you both look a little too similar— oh, tetsu?!" you're a little too late, y/n. please buckle up because you aren't hearing a end of this anytime soon and kuroo is the type to hold grudges <3

ATSUMU!

so fucking embarrassed because you just said, "i will report you for sexual assault," a little too loud and the people around are now sending him glares. as much as he loves you, he might really be regretting some decisions and the one to let you drink alone is on the top of the list. had to clarify using pictures on his phone and other things before someone calls cops on him. for some reason you remember osamu even when you're wasted ( which he's still offended about ) and call him to help you get home. you wouldn't stop saying things like, "samu, who is this weird man? where is tsum?" and it pains him physically.

AKAASHI!

tired. it's late night and he wants to sleep so bad. doesn't take shit from anyone, just picks you up and walks out. ( akaashi is very capable of that, i know ) definitely gets weird stares about it but no one really questions since you aren't opposed to his actions. if you don't recognize him, he washes you face until you get a minimum hold of yourself. turns out you actually recognized him a while later and apologize to him the next morning. he doesn't let you drink alone ever again. kinda salty that you didn't try to stop him when he picked you up because it could've been anyone else. just be ready for a lecture.

BOKUTO!

in tears, honestly. it's not like you accidently hit him or anything. you're not even listening to him. he's the sitting beside you, begging you to come with him while you keep rambling about how amazing and hot your boyfriend is. and as much as he likes compliments, he clearly doesn't appreciate them at 2 am when you refuse to recognize him. "y/n, let's go home," — "you know, kou used to call me that," — "that's because it's your name?!" — yeah you have this moment with him and it kills you the next morning because you remember everything. when he asks you to come home a little too firmly, you glare at him and refuse, saying that you already have a boyfriend, he's not sure if he should be happy or crying. finally you pass you and he takes you home, sigh <3

taglist in the rbs.

#prod. — caelin. #album. — haikyuu. #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu fic #oikawa fic #kuroo fic #bokuto fic #atsumu fic #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff #atsumu fluff #bokuto fluff #akaashi fluff #oikawa fluff

[veenxys]

「Making out with Haikyuu boys」

⤷ Bokuto

he loves messy kisses where he can show all his love and need for you. runs his hands over you, from your thighs up and down your back. he loves to bite your bottom lip just to see a reaction from you. he likes to control the direction of the kiss, sometimes even taking your hands and putting them around his neck, or just pulling you into his lap.

⤷ Kuroo

he likes to tease you; it starts with soft, sweet kisses and quickly turns into deep, passionate kisses. he likes to pull away just to see you searching his lips, needing him. he likes to put you on his lap so that you are impossibly close; you feel the heat of his body as he kisses you passionately, squeezing and stroking your body as if that’s the last thing he’s going to do. he also likes to bite and suck your bottom lip and smile against you when you gasp against him.

⤷ Atsumu

you held his cheek so gently and leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his lips, looking at him passionately and giving him a sweet smile, and that’s what drove him crazy. he feels his heart racing and butterflies appear in his stomach. he would then pull you back to sit on his lap and he would kiss you again and again and again until you were pulling away breathlessly. smiling at each other, he puts his hand in your hair and caresses the back of your neck with one hand while the other glides down your body before pulling you into a passionate kiss again.

⤷ Osamu

one of his main goals is to get a reaction from you. he knows your every weak spot and every thing you love him to do and he will do anything just to hear you moan or gasp against him. he loves to kiss your neck or jaw, run his hands over your body, pull you against him so you can feel him… he knows how to leave you on cloud nine.

⤷ Oikawa

he likes to get between your legs while giving you a few teasing kisses everywhere but your mouth, just so he can see you ask him for what you both want. he knows your weaknesses and likes to use them against you just to see your reaction and teasingly say “do you like that, love?” “do you want me to do it again?” he manages to stay in charge only for a while because you are his weak point and, when he least expects it, he is completely surrendered and obsessed with you; needing your touch and your taste more than anything.

⤷ Nishinoya

loves it when he can kiss you against a wall, leaning in and pecking your lips sweetly before you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, biting his bottom lip. always pulls back to gently brush some hair from your face with a loving, teasing look in his eyes.

⤷ Kenma

his kisses and caresses start off shy but affectionate; leaving light kisses on your lips, stroking your thigh with his thumb before finally kissing you again with more passion. his lips are soft against yours, sweet in a way that makes you wish this moment would never pass. he takes your cheek in his hand and strokes it gently with his thumb. he likes to leave kisses on your jaw and neck and hide his face in your neck and smile because, like you, he never wants this moment to end.

⤷ Suna

lazy making out with him is a favorite. you could be lying in bed together, watching a movie when he starts spraying kisses all over your cheek/neck. soon the movie is forgotten as all your attention is focused on his lips and the way his hands touch you so needy and loving. your hand is on his cheek while you kiss him deeply but slowly.

⤷ Sakusa

loves to kiss your neck. his lips would run down from your lips to your jaw, then your neck, his tongue peeking out to lick the skin teasingly, sometimes nipping at it. soft whispers of “you are so beautiful” between kisses, little sighs when he leaves hickeys on your skin. he always smiles and buries his face in your neck afterwards, just enjoying the warmth of your body.

⤷ Hinata

his intentions in the beginning were innocent; just a sweet kiss on your lips and a squeeze on your waist as a show of affection. but when he least expects it, he’s on top of you on the couch; you sliding your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss. him running his hands over your body, leaving light grips and soft caresses as he moves his body against yours, making you gasp against him. his lips moving in a slow, passionate rhythm as he likes to take his time making out.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagine #bokuto fic #kuroo x reader #kuroo imagine #kuroo fic #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagine #atsumu fic #osamu x reader #osamu imagine #osamu fic #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya imagine #nishinoya fic #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa fluff #kenma x reader #kenma imagine #kenma fic #suna x reader #suna imagine #suna fic #sakusa x reader #sakusa imagine #sakusa fic #hinata x reader

[silverhairsimp]

I Can't Sleep Without You

Pairing: Bokuto x fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT ENTER. PWP. Oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, consensual recording. Bokuto is the consent king. Doesn't matter how long you've been together.

a/n: I had this idea in the middle of the night and woke up to draft half of it. finally finished it so here you goooo :) enjoy! not proof read. also. two posts in one day? who tf am I?

reblogs are always appreciated <3

Trying to balance dating a professional volleyball player with a full career of your own has always been a challenge. No matter how badly you wanted to be there at every single game, every international trip, it just wasn’t realistic. 

You and Koutarou had been together since your third year of high school. You survived college together (despite the long distance), and after living together since he went pro, it was nearly impossible to get a good night's sleep whenever he was away for games. 

And this time was no different. He had been gone for a 10 day trip overseas for one of the biggest tournaments of the year. Between your work schedule, his practice schedule, and the time difference… phone calls were scarce, texts were short lived and it was really starting to get to you. Sleeping in your giant bed without him was hard enough! The last thing you needed was for your schedules to be the farthest thing from compatible.

As the days went on, it got harder and harder. The side of his bed was so cold without his warm body next to you and it was beginning to be too much. Logically there was only one solution: get all the pillows in the house, your favorite sweatshirt of his, his cologne and cuddle up in bed to make due. And until he got back, this is how you slept. 

You had practically built a barricade in the bed, pillows surrounding you in every direction and corner. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another two days, but by some miracle he had gotten home early. Unbeknownst to you though… it was the middle of the night by the time he got back and what a surprise it was to see upon his arrival. Or at least it would have if you were awake to greet him.

You were snuggled up under the covers, leg hiked up over one pillow with your arms clinging to another for dear life. You’ve got his sweatshirt on and he can smell the fresh scent of his cologne from the door to your bedroom. It wasn’t enough for you to just spray it on the sweatshirt though, you had to put a few drops of it into the diffuser so the whole room would smell like him. 

You must be so tired because you hadn’t even moved a muscle since he walked in. Quickly and quietly, he sets his bags down and changes into his comfy clothes to get some sleep with you finally in his arms again. Only when he goes to crawl into bed, there’s almost no room! “Baby girl… you trying to replace me or something?” He asks as he brushes your hair out of your eyes and smoothes it behind your ear, followed by a tender kiss to your forehead. “There she is,” he smiles warmly at you when you finally start to open your eyes. “Kou? You’re home already?” You sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes with the heel of your hand. He sits on the edge of the bed and nods his head, “One of the teams dropped out last minute so our games got cut back, we had already played each team twice… no sense in playing them a third, or at least that what coach thought–” he’s babbling and you smile at him, reaching out your arms finally happy and complete now that you’ve got your boyfriend back with you. “Sooo,” he draws out, “wanna tell me what’s going on with all the pillows? And why I can smell my cologne in the diffuser?” He asks with a soft chuckle and a bright smile. He’s not mad at all, not in the slightest. “Just missed you is all… had a hard time sleeping without you.” It’s actually really endearing you’d gone to such lengths to keep yourself comfortable while he was gone. And to be fair, he was no better. He slept with that polaroid of the two of you under his pillow, the one from after his first win as part of the MSBY Black Jackals. He had scored the winning spike and was so excited that he ran straight to you before the refs had even called the game. It’s such a fond memory of his and it's honestly what keeps him going. You are what keeps him going. “Well, I’m here now, so… can I have my spot back, or am I still being substituted by a bunch of pillows?” He laughs as you throw the pillows off the bed, not caring if they fall to the ground or land against the wall. The only thing that matters is that you have him back. And that’s very clear once you throw your arms around his neck and climb into his lap. His hands settle on your hips as he finally gets to hold you and kiss you again after far too long. 

“Missed you too– by the way–” He mumbles against your lips, in between kisses. All of a sudden, you aren’t so tired anymore, he can tell by the way you start to rock your hips in his lap and tug on the hairs at his nape. When he wore his hair down, it made grabbing and tugging at it so much easier, and if he’s being honest, it’s one of the reasons why he started doing it more often. 

He moves the two of you back against the headboard, sitting upright with you still in his lap. “You don’t still need this do you?” He tugs on the strings of his hoodie, “now that I’m back?” You shake your head and smile before telling him: “take it off”, and who is he to deny anything you could ever want. 

His lips find yours while his large, calloused hands travel up your hips to your waist, just wanting to feel you again before gathering the fabric and pushing it up and over your head. “There she is… my beautiful girl…” He places open mouthed kisses up your bare chest, between the valley of your breasts before giving some much needed attention to your tits. He rolls his tumb over one nippple while his mouth swirls around the other, sucking on it before popping off and moving to the other side. 

“Missed your body– missed kissing you goodnight every night… missed fucking you to sleep on others…” He keeps mumbling between kisses while you grind against his lap. “Missed you too baby… tried to take care of myself, but it never feels as good as when you do it.” He snickers at that, “Poor baby, your fingers not long enough? Need me to take care’a you?” When you nod your head yes, he flips you on to your back, positioning himself right between your thighs. 

Your fingers claw at his shirt, wanting him to match, it was only fair that way. He lets you pull it off, lowering his head to get it out of the hole and pulling one arm out before tossing the shirt on the ground, left to be forgotten about until morning. “Bet you taste so good… can I, baby? Can I taste you?” When you nod your head yes and push his head down further he stops, “Uh uh, gotta hear you say it… you know that.” He places a few kisses right above your collarbone, sucking a mark into the skin there while he waits for your consent. “Please Kou, want you to. I need it– need you so bad– please touch me…” It was more than enough to satisfy him. Hearing your cute little plea’s just to get him to touch you after your time apart. 

“That’s a good girl– my good girl. Now, hips up for me–” He instructs as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slides them down your legs. Grinning at the silvery strands that connect to the fabric as he pulls them away. “So wet already… were you thinking about me before I got back?” He asks as he tugs his boxers down his thighs, not wanting to worry about them later. “Always think about you when you’re gone–” you whisper as you arch off the bed, longing for his touch. “Yeah? Me too…” He lowers himself down onto the bed and kicks even more of the pillows off as he presses kisses to your inner thighs while he gets closer and closer to what he really wants– what he needs. “Spend so much time getting myself off to those naughty pictures you send… all the videos we’ve taken… Gettin’ me all worked up just thinking about them.” He licks a fat stripe through your folds and suckles on your clit, that smirk on his face growing wider as you twitch under his touch. “Why don’t we add to the collection, hm baby? Wanna take a video of how good I eat you out? Have something to remember me for the next time I’m away?” You nod your head and quickly scramble to find your phone. If it weren’t for the face id, you’d certainly be struggling to enter or even remember your password right now. That chime of the camera sounds and the flash turns on, reflecting in his honeyed eyes as he devours you. It's obscene. The way his chin and corners of his mouth are already covered in your slick. Or the way his eyes have never left the camera. Gods what did you do to deserve a man that takes such good care of you? 

That question lingers even longer when he kisses your thighs and spits right onto your pussy, only to bring two fingers to your cunt. “C’mon sweetheart, wanna hear you… don’t keep those cute noises all to yourself… wanna have this video too and watch it in the showers, or in my hotel room all alone and remember how good I made you feel.” When you start to get louder, he works even harder. Giving you his tongue and his fingers at the same time. He’s curling them inside of you so perfectly and hits that spot over and over again until you’re coming undone within minutes. “That’s it baby girl– ride it out– use me, please…” He begs you and hums against your cunt when you start to rock your hips against his face. You’re trying your best to hold the camera steady while your other hand reaches to fist his hair, tugging him even closer while another orgasm builds. “Kou– fuck… want your cock– please, need you after so long–” You beg and gods he can’t wait to replay this video over and over again, hearing you plead for him. “Anything for you– gimme the phone, sweetheart.” He removes his fingers, popping them in his mouth to wipe off the rest of your essence while he sits back on his haunches and takes the phone from you. 

“Be a good girl and get on all fours for me…” When you do what he asks, he gives your ass a little love smack and uses your phone to get a good view of your pussy. It's so slick with his saliva and he’s sure it’ll make it even easier to slip right in. 

Still, your boyfriend isn’t a small guy, so he spits right on the tip of his cock and pumps himself a few times. Of course making sure to record it for you later. 

He's got the phone pointed straight down as he watches his cock push past that tight ring of muscle through the screen. “F-fuck…” he mutters breathlessly, and you’re not far behind with curses of your own. “Hnngh, baby… go slow… been a while…” “I know love, you’re doing so good for me, aren’t you?” When all you do is nod your head he stills his hips, “Aren’t you?” He asks again in a more firm tone, “Yes– doing good for you, only for you, Kou… please.” 

Gods you really are such a good girl, his perfect baby. A few moments pass as he allows you to adjust, once you give him the okay, he draws back his hips and thrusts forward again. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes against the quiet walls of your shared bedroom and it’s music to his ears. Hearing that and hearing your cries of pleasure is all he could ever wish for. 

“Can already feel you clenching around me… gonna cum?” he asks as he continues to piston his cock into you, when you babble on a string of ‘yes’s and ‘please let me cum’ he tosses the phone on the bed and reaches around to rub tight circles around your clit. Working you up until that second release hits and you’re gushing round his cock, making a mess on the sheets below. 

“Fuck– squirting like that without a proper warning? Naughty girl…” He snickers as he picks up the pace even more, chasing that blissful high of his own. “Gonna cum, baby– gonna fill ya up nice and deep, yeah? Bet you missed this the most… missed my cum inside you, hm?” 

“Yes– fuck– yes, missed your cum– please, kou– need t’feel it, please!” You beg so pretty for him and he wouldn’t dream of not giving you what you wanted so with one final warning, he lets you know he’s cumming and shortly after he’s painting your walls white. 

He keeps thrusting, getting it as deep as he can until he’s given you everything he could hold before he collapses on top of you. Even with the video long forgotten about, the phone is still recording all the audio. He holds you close in his arms, pulling your leg over his hip with his cock still buried inside of you. “I love you, so much… you know that right?” 

You rest your hand on his chest and nod, “Yes, Kou. I know, and I love you too. Just as much.” 

He rubs soothing strokes along your backside and peppers your forehead with kisses until you’re closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. He finds your phone as quietly as he can and flips the camera to face him, telling the camera one last time, ‘i love you’, before turning it off. 

Being away from you while he’s away for tournaments may suck, but getting to come home to you like this makes it all worthwhile.

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