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malereadermaniac · 20 days

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Fever ~ Ukai x male reader

Your husband takes care of you while you're ill, in more ways than one

Fluff & Smut! Minors & fem readers DNI!!

"Why d'you think coach leave halfway through practice?" Shoyo looked up at Daichi as he questioned the taller man

"Not a clue... but he looked real worried, and he left in a hurry, I guess" Daichi responds, a quizzical look on his face

"Are you on about coach Ukai? Kiyoko told me that he had to leave to be with his husband. She was with him when he got the text that his husband was sent home with a fever" Yaichi says with a small smile as she makes her way into the conversation

"Really?? How bad is it?" Daichi says

"Really?? HUSBAND??" Shoyo says unanimously

"What? You didn't know? Coach never shuts up about 'the love of his life'" daichi says in a funny voice, mocking Keishin

The highschoolers laugh about at their conversation - in contrast to their coach, who had just arrived home in a slightly worried state

The dishevelled blonde barely took the time to remove his shoes, kicking them off in random directions as he darts towards your shared bedroom

He finds you in bed, completely covered in blankets and still shivering while visibly sweating and bright red

"Oh babe... you should of just told me yoh weren't feeling too good" Keishin coos at you, feeling bad that he let you go to work - you'd even packed his lunch for him

"Nggghh... I didn't feel this bad this morning though..." you whine, visibly uncomfortable from your cold

Ukai continues to baby you as he sets out on his plan of action

You'd think the man was running the navy at how seriously he was taking his caring for you

The muscular, older man had opened a window slightly to air the room out, brought you cold, wet towels, gently placing them on your forehead as he stroked your face lovingly

Ukai brewed you a quick soup and kneeled down next to you in bed, sitting you up slightly and feeding you the warm liquid

It was moments like these that reminded you of the many reasons you loved your husband to death and back

Ukai was so caring, he didn't mind looking after you, he even enjoyed it

You could see it in the blonde's eyes, the love and compassion he felt strongly for you - He's such a cute hunk of a man

After spending most of the afternoon looking after you, Ukai finally took a little break, changing out of his work clothes into a tank and some grey sweatpants

But just as he sat down for a quick second, Keishin heard you calling for him

However, he could tell from the tone of your voice that you weren't calling him due to your cold...

And his suspicions got confirmed once Ukai caressed your cheek asking "what's up, baby?" - and you responded by biting your lip and looking up at your husband with a look he knows all to well, grabbing his arm gently with your boiling hand

It makes sense for you to be horny in this moment, work stress and the cold coming onto you had made you not want to engage in sex with Ukai

Now that you had a moment to relax, that pent up sexual frustration had caught up to you...

"Heh... baby you can barely stand up, we're not fuckin'" Keishin chuckles at you, pouting slightly

"Ughh pleassseeeee~ Keishin I need you... I need your big dick in me right now! I wanna feel you~" you practically beg your husband to fuck your guts up

And Keishin can only deny the best feeling he's ever felt (fucking you to high heaven) so much

And whats even better is that because of Ukai's caring nature, the blonde won't allow you to put in any effort due to your fever

Hey, you're not complaining!

In a matter of seconds, your clothes are discarded to the floor along with your muscular husband's tank top - his muscles on full display for your hazy, tired eyes to oggle at

You lie on the bed, breathing slightly heavily as your body is slightly flushed and sweating - Ukai touching you as gently as he can as he bends down over you and goes in to kiss you

You sum up all of your strength and effort you have left for the day to block your mouth before Ukai can kiss you

The now horny man moves away and gives you a confused look

"You shouldn't kiss me, I'll get yoh sick..." you say with a sad smile, moving your hand to your husband's broad shoulder and toned chest

Ukai smiles sadly and chuckles, moving his mouth to your boiling body instead

"Doesn't mean I can't kiss your sexy body~" Keishin mumbles, making you chuckle as the sensation of your husband's lips on your overly sensitive body (due to your cold) makes your dick go rock solid instantly

Ukai's lips somehow feel cold on your body - the heat of your body fucking up your sense of temperature

By the time the blonde had reached you desperate dick, Ukai's fingers were already covered in his spit and prodding at your hole

Your lazy moans bounced around the room as Ukai licked and sucked your cock as he fingered your hole - his long, masculine digits pushing against your prostate with every move

"Shit babe, your ass is fuckin' warm, my fingers are melting~" Ukai mumbles against your dick, grinding his own against the bed - excited by the thought of getting his dick inside of your oven of an asshole

After what felt like hours, Keishin finally removes his fingers from your now loosened up entrance

Resisting the urge to kiss you, Ukai instead kisses your forehead and then gives you a warm smile as he moves one of your legs onto his strong shoulder

You take a deep breath as you wait for Ukai to start pushing in

Your moans increased tenfold, your cold making you much more sensitive - Ukai's moans joined yours, your hole tightening around his thick cock making your husband feel euphoric

Once Ukai had bottomed out, the man hovered over you, letting out a shaky sigh as his muscular arms held him up - positioned on either side of your head

"F-fuck babe...! You're boiling my dick like a 7-11 hotdog! Heh heh..."

Your fever was really serving a purpose in this moment, the heat of your tight walls already pushing Ukai near the edge of his orgasm

With Ukai breathing heavily above you, waiting for you to adjust to him as he tries his hardest not to cum

After a couple of moments, you weakly bring your hot arms around your husband's mucular neck and shoulders

"Haaa... can you start moving? Please, Keishin?~" you plead, squirming around under your husband from the uncomfortable fever and also your horny desperation

Ukai chuckles from above you, mumbling a curse word as he starts to gyrate his hips

The blonde's muscular body was starting to sweat, completely covering you, his groans and moans echoing in the room as his body rocked against yours

You joined Keishin in a harmony of moans, whines spewing out of your mouth from Ukai's veiny, long dick pounding into your prostate - rubbing his cock against your gummy walls, stimulating you both to the brink of orgasm

As Ukai keeps his thrusts going at a steady pace, one slightly slower rhan usual to make room for your weaker state

"Fuuuuck baby~ So good fa' me... So fuckin' warm" Keishin moans above you, moving his head down to the crook of your neck and kissing and biting at it

You lazily move your hips in tempo woth Ukai's, eagerly anticipating the orgasm you so desperately crave for

As your husband's sweat makes his blonde hair stick to his forehead, his pace starts to become uneven - his rhythm disrupted by the oncoming pleasure of his incoming climax

Your moans of Keishin's name increased in volume gradually until your voice came to a halt - unable to resort to anything else, you just silent scream in pleasure

Ukai's hips come to a halt, his heavy balls slapping against your plush ass, his fat cock buried inside of you - stuffing your ass fully

"GAHH! Fuuuuuck, (y/n)... shit, babe!" Ukai moans loudly from above you, filling your hole with his thick cum

As Keishin stuffs your guts with his seed, your own dick spasms and spurts out long strings of white cum up your body and even covering Keishin's abs

Your muscles tense to such an overstimulating extent due to your cold, your moans start to fall of deaf ears as you writhe and whine and moan is immense pleasure

After getting yourselves together, Ukai and you stay in your previous positions, recuperating your breaths as you relax your muscles

Keishin chuckles and pats your cheek, snapping you out of your little come down

"Heh... thanks, pretty boy - I needed that" Ukai says with a soft smile

" Hmhm... yeah... I did too, thanks, sexy~" you chuckle, your voice nasaly from your cold

As Ukai carries you bridal style to the tub, he kisses your head, taking in the scent that he dreams about

After washing up together and getting into a pair of fresh clothes, Ukai sets you on the couch in front of the TV as he changes your sheets - the linen currently stained with your sweat and both yours and Ukai's cum

The rest of the day was spent cuddling, Keishin taking care of your every need - which, of course, meant taking care of any sexual needs that reared their beautiful heads

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wonderoustime · 8 months

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pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader word count: 376 words genre: fluff content warning: two curse words a/n: it's like 3am when i'm writing this and i have to get up at 9 to catch my flight ;-;

"stop doing that..."

"huh?" you look up at tsukishima, surprised at the noise bringing you out of your reading daze. "did you say something?"

tsukishima turns away from you to the black screen of the tv, his finger tapping nervously on his book. he feigns a cough, but you just narrow your eyes at him. you don't believe that one bit and you know he knows that.

he audibly gulps, face reddening. he clears his throat before saying, "i said, 'stop doing that'."

you close your book, place it on the couch, and scoot toward his spot on the couch, the thick fleece blanket falls onto the floor. his gaze follows it as he awkwardly tries to avoid the awkward embarrassment he feels from his thought and how your knees were touching each other.

"stop doing what, kei?" you ask, concern lacing your voice. your eyes slightly widen as you think back to everything that you were doing when he first asked you. maybe you were unconsciously reading aloud? kei had always hated that... or was it something earlier that he just brought up now? oh god, was it about the doodle on his lunch note? you really should've stopped doing—

"stop being so fucking cute all the damn time. makes me wanna kiss you silly," tsukishima's pitch increases slightly and his volume decreases by the end of his sentence. his gaze quickly flits towards your lips for an instant. a hint of deep desire momentarily leaking through.

"m'sorry ke— wait what?"

tsukishima groans, exasperated, "don't make me repeat myself."

"ah." you appear surprised for a second, before settling back into your normal expression. cheeks the slightest bit warm, your smile morphs into somewhat of a smirk. "why hold back? i'm all yours, love~"

his eyes widen, then darken with desire as he quickly rushes to close the gap. your laugh at his prompt movements muffles with his lips capturing yours.

you drop your hands from their open-for-embrace position as you fall into a fit of laughter at how dumbfounded tsukishima is. too bad for you since the tides turned after he speedily captured your lips, with a hand wrapped around your waist and holding you in place and muffling all sounds coming out your mouth.

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kuoro · 10 days

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decisive battle at the garbage dump ✗ kenma

#anisource #fyanimegifs #fysportsanime #hq!!edit #kozume kenma #haikyuu!!#m: c.#this turned out cuter than i expected.#i like all the pastel tones. for now.#m: set.

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satwru · 2 years

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cw size kink, nsfw//

kuroo is big. in every aspect of the word; his hands, his body, his cock, everything. he loves making you feel small around him and pretends it doesn’t turn him on. comparing hand sizes, feeling how small your body is when he hugs you, even little things like picking you up, or when you sit on his lap, he adores it. but still, his favorite is how he can easily toss you over during sex, taking every chance he can to overpower you. how he can lift you up to bounce on his cock standing up, holding your hips to be in control of every thrust. also pinning both of your hands to bed with only one of his to hold you in place, smiling while you struggle to take all of him, and sneakily sliding a hand to your neck to slightly apply pressure. he loves it all a little too much.

#this may have so many grammar mistakes but that’s all i can think ab today #he’ll never leave my mind #i need to sleeeeeeep #kuroo drabble #kuroo imagine #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo x gn! reader #kuroo x m!reader #kuroo x f!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq thirst #haikyuu thirst

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shoyoackerman · 3 months

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“they’re just friends why are you shipping them” “you’ve never heard of bromance” “they’re not gay”

Tell that to the directors, writers and artist who barely put any energy into the supposed love interest of the show/movie. Like the two characters who aren’t supposed to be shipped and are friends only, are literally dying for each other and expressing love in subtle or niche ways only the other person would know.

Whilst the mc and love interest chemistry is drier than the fcking sun.

so uh blame the writes and directors for being lowkey (highkey) shippers

This obviously isn’t for every canon ship, since some are rlly well written. But like theirs a reason fans are shipping characters together.

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zmbiesuga · 7 months

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I literally jumped with joy when you fallowed me back omg ily sm. So I was at the doctors and my doctor told me how he proposed to his wife and it was so sweet. He said he was stressed from finals and he had like a dream that his wife died and he dreamed of everything he couldn’t do with her. So when he woke up it was like 2 in the morning and he ran to his room to get the ring he had. He had it for two whole like years but ran to her dorm and begged her to say yes because he couldn’t wait. Could you write a fic of kuroo doing that with his boyfriend?

JUMP THEN FALL — k. tetsuro x m!reader

sypnosis: kuroo has always known that he wanted to marry you, and he's always said that he'll do it when he knows it's right. what's more perfect than asking after he had a dream about you dying?

warnings: mentions of death (nothing too graphic but still), kuroo being a fucking loser dork but i adore him so it's fine <3, fluff, happy ending!, angst if you squint really really hard, kuroo and reader are in their last year of college in this one, but i'm not in college yet so idfk how it works but i'll pretend i do!! use of the petnames 'babe' and 'baby'

notes: okay i'm so so sorry this took so long, i had a really bad depressive episode, i hope you like it, this request is really cute and i had a lot of fun writing it :D and two, that is so nice of you to say omg :( of course i followed you back, you always send me requests, you interact with my stuff a lot and you're just really nice so thank you for that <3

Kuroo has always wanted to marry you, it's the one thing he's been sure of in his entire life.

When you bring up marriage to him, however, he just tells you to "be patient" and that he'll "do it when he knows it's right" which constantly keeps you on your toes in case your dork of a boyfriend decides that the "right time" is during one of your lectures or at any inappropriate time really.

It kept Kuroo on his toes too, because what you don't know is that in the far-right corner of his sock drawer holds a small velvet box with a beautiful band inside of it. Every day he can feel his hand graze over the box, thinking to himself, maybe now is the right time.

But then he shakes his head, and decides it isn't.

And besides, as much as Kuroo loves you, he has finals to worry about. And they're really kicking his ass.

Although most people would peg Kuroo as the focused studious type (which he tried so desperately to be), the truth was that he tried so hard to procrastinate as much as possible. However, was it really procrastination if he needs the sleep?

When it was to avoid studying for finals, yes it was.

"Kuroo, sleeping to avoid studying for finals is not something you should do," your voice rippled out through the speaker of his phone, "especially if it's every single time you have them."

"Babe, you are the one who is constantly nagging me to sleep more," he rebutted, that stupid cocky tone he always had lingering in the back of his throat ever present, "I'm finally listening to you, I think you should take that as a win."

"Kuroo," your voice cracked again through that shoddy android speaker again, a certain firmness to it this time, "please promise me that you'll study, you're gonna hate yourself if you don't."

"Baby, I promise you I will, you know my word to you is good," he replied, you could hear that fucking cocky grin etching itself onto his face, "right after my little nap. I love you; I'll talk to you soon."

After you too bid your goodbyes, Kuroo made himself as comfortable on that dorm room mattress as he could, until his eyes got heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.

Kuroo could have sworn it was real.

The chase, your blood curdling scream, the way his stomach dropped to the soles of his feet when he realized he was too late.

It wasn't until he shot up in bed with that same nauseous feeling sitting in his chest as his breath came out panicked and labored had he realized it was nothing but a fucked-up dream.

Kuroo had never been so happy to wake up.

Slowly, but surely, he had calmed himself down. His breath returning to normal as the nauseous feeling in his chest disappeared, what didn't disappear, however, was that he didn't want to live life without you. He didn't want to graduate without you beside him, he didn't want to start a company without you there cheering him on along the way, and he sure as hell didn't want to imagine having a family with anyone else that wasn't you. Life was too short for hesitation, it was too short for his hesitation.

He quickly rushed out of bed, pulling an old hoodie over his torso, slipping on his shoes, and rifling through his drawer to grab that velvet box that had been sitting there for two years, begging to be let free.

Luckily for him, your dorm wasn't far from his. He hadn't even bothered to check the time on his phone, where the light flashed a large: 2:03 A.M. at him, he didn't care if his frantic speed walking down the hallway woke up everyone on that floor, he was only worried about getting to you.

When he got to your dorm, he rapped his fist against the door so hard he could've sworn that his knuckles would crack open. The door opened to a very annoyed you, but he didn't care if he interrupted your sleep, or your studying, he was just so elated to see you in front of him.

"Kuroo, what the hell?" you seethed, "It's two in the morning, what on earth —"

You were quickly cut off by Kuroo dropping to one knee in the doorway of your dorm room, pulling out that velvet box in all its glory, revealing that beautiful band you had mentioned liking to him once, you couldn't control the way your mouth slightly dropped in confusion, a wave of emotions hitting you like a tsunami.

"(Y/n), please, just listen to me," he blurted out in an almost pleading tone, "I've always wanted to wait until the right moment to ask you this, but recently, I've realized that the right moment was in front of me the entire time."

You tried to get a word in, but Kuroo's word vomit was faster.

"(Y/n), I've realized there is so much I want to do with you, so much that I can't do without you," he said, you swore you could see the tears well in the corner of his eyes, "everything from this point forward is useless if I can't do it with you by my side, so I'm begging you, even though it's two a.m. and we're both in our pajamas with messy hair and dark circles under our eyes, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?"

It was your turn to be stunned, you stared down at your boyf — fiancée, in front of you with stained sweatpants and an old Nekoma sweatshirt barely big enough to cover his torso asking you to marry him at two in the morning.

You stayed quiet for so long, it scared Kuroo. Maybe this wasn't the right time, you two were still in college, this was all so sudden, so impulsive, he should have waited, he should have —

All these thoughts were expelled from his head as he felt your body weight push against his, squeezing him so tight in an embrace that he could barely breath.

"Yes," you whispered against the side of his neck, he could feel the tears from your eyes splashing there as well, "oh my god Kuroo, yes, a million times over."

He smiled softly at you, resting his own head against your shoulder as you held him in your arms. If this is what the rest of his life looked like, then god was he excited for it.

#love letters from leo #my dearest haikyuu #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x male reader #kuroo x m!reader #hq x reader #hq x male reader #hq x m!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x m!reader #kuroo fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #kuroo my love.#light of my life my sweet pie

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rebelliousdandy · 3 months

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after all these years, these two still have the most insane chokehold on me

#tbh i WISH they had a chokehold on m-#jk jk... unless?#bokuto #kuroo #bokuroo #brokuroo #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutarou #nekoma #fukurodani #msby black jackal #msby bokuto #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq!!#timeskip #haikyuu timeskip

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awearywritersworld · 1 year

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A misunderstanding makes you feel insecure.

Haikyu x Reader w/c: 1.4k // 1.1k warnings: just a lil angst, but fluffy endings. a/n: back on my haikyu bullshit bc life is tough rn and i needed something pure and wholesome. post!timeskip, hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader characters: Tsukishima Kei // Kuroo Tetsuro

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Tsukishima Kei

When Tsukishima first met you in university, he had taken notice of you, though you didn’t really start talking until you were paired for a research assignment. While he was just a tad nervous when you invited him to your apartment to work on it, he didn’t mind as you lived nearby.

An observant person, Tsukishima soon took note of your little quirks, many of which he silently regards as endearing. Your eyes would widen, sparkling with interest as you stumbled upon new articles and discoveries during your research. You always brewed a fresh pot of tea and grabbed something extra at the bakery when you knew he was coming over.

When he told you he plays volleyball for the Sendai Frogs, he was taken aback by how interested you seemed. He informed you about his position and that he started playing because of his older brother. Pink dusted his cheeks when you asked if you could attend his next match, which he agreed to. During the match, a few of his teammates gave him nudges and sly smirks. "You just seem really into the game today, Tsukishima-kun."

Your friendship persisted even after your project had been turned in, and while Tsukki was surprised, he also found that he was relieved. He enjoyed your company, after all. The thought of parting ways with you made his heart skip a beat like some lovesick teenager.

Toward the end of the semester, you're approaching the lecture hall you share with Tsukishima when you spot him talking to one of your classmates, a girl. The sight makes your stomach flip and you freeze, watching their interaction from afar.

"I just wanted to give you this, Tsukishima-kun," she begins nervously, handing him a box of sweets wrapped in pink paper.

"Oh, thanks." His tone is unexpressive as ever.

"You play volleyball, right? Maybe I could come to watch you sometime!"

She's barely finished speaking before he responds, "sorry, but I don't really like having people come to my games. You know, focus and all..."

He trails off and she tries her best to recover. "O-Okay! No problem! I'll see you around."

She scurries away and you can just barely hear him grumble something about annoying admirers and wanting to be left alone. You realize you stopped breathing at some point and all you can think while you harshly exhale is 'oh, god.'

Over the past few months, you had certainly developed a crush on Tsukishima. You feel awful about having gone to quite a few of his games when, evidently, he must have found it irritating. You're staring into nothing with wide eyes when you hear your name being called.

Your head snaps in the direction it came from and your gaze meets Tsukishima's as he approaches you. He greets you as he usually does and you stutter out a reply. Walking into the classroom together, he's squinting at you out of the corner of his eye. It's clear to him that something is up.

"You okay?" he asks as you both slide into your usual seat beside one another.

"Of course!"

That's how the next few days pass--- he knows something is wrong and you pretend that everything is fine. You're quieter than usual and you haven't invited him to hang out at all. Since you're typically the one to take initiative, Tsukishima is left feeling a little lost.

When you don't come to his next game, he finally decides he's going to have to figure out how to resolve whatever is going on. It's already dark outside by the time the team finishes, but he still heads in the direction of your apartment.

With each step, he wracks his mind trying to figure out what the hell he's even going to even say. Did he do something wrong? Have you grown tired of him and his cynicism?

Standing in front of your apartment door, it occurs to him that you might not even be home. He knocks apprehensively and the door swings open a few moments later.

"Tsukki!" you squeak out.

You're in your pajamas, a sight he's never seen before, and it makes his mind go blank. He tries desperately to keep his eyes from trailing down to your thin top and flannel shorts.

"Can I come in?" he finally asks.

"S-sure!" you step aside. "I'll go get some tea started."

He can't help but smile as you hurry off, thinking you might be the cutest person he's ever met. Instead of making his way to the couch, he leans against the doorframe to the kitchen. "Do you need a hand?"

"That's alright, it'll just be a few minutes," you say, reaching up to a high shelf for a tin of tea leaves.

He's behind you in an instant, his body pressed to your back as he grabs the one he knows is your favorite. "This one, right?"

"Yeah, thanks!"

Shocked your voice doesn't betray you, your heart is now hammering in your chest with impossible force. He's still close behind you as he sets it down on the counter. Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he takes a step back.

Once you finish filling the kettle, he speaks up. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"

Setting it down on the stove and turning on the burner, you turn to give him your full attention. "Always."

The way you look up at him expectantly makes him swallow and clear his throat. "I was wondering if everything is okay?"

"What do you mean, Tsukki?"

"Um, you just haven't seemed like yourself the past few days."

He hopes his vague answer is enough, but you tilt your head to the side. "How so?"

If he didn't know any better, he'd think you were trying to torture him.

"Well, you've been less talkative," he nearly winces at how pitiful he sounds. "And then when you didn't come to my game tonight..."

He can't think of what else to say, cursing the way his cheeks heat up. You hardly notice though, too caught up in your own embarrassment and avoiding his eye.

"Oh, that!" you laugh nervously. "You see, I may have... overheard you talking to our one classmates the other day..."

The look on his face tells you he has no idea what you're referring to.

"She gave you a gift a-and asked to come to see you play, but you told her you didn't like when people came to your games." You're talking very quickly by this point. "I-I didn't want to annoy you-"

Tsukishima's eyes nearly pop out of his head in disbelief and he starts to laugh at the situation, but you think he's laughing at you. At first, he fails to notice that tears have begun to slip down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry Tsukki," you apologize, lip quivering.

That gets his attention right away, a look of horror taking over his features.

"No, no, no! I wasn't- I didn't mean to laugh!" His words are jumbled and he tries his best to slow them. "It's just that you're not people, you're... you."

"Oh," you say while wiping at your eyes, not quite yet processing the meaning behind his words.

You still seem so sad and it tugs at Tsukishima's chest, making him panic.

"I like you!" he blurts out and your watery eyes dart up toward his face. "I'm sorry, I thought I was more obvious about it than I was. I-I missed seeing you in the stands tonight and talking to you in class and coming over afterward and-"

He keeps rambling on and you think it might be the longest you'd ever heard the usually very matter-of-fact man speak for. He only stops when you start to giggle, your hand covering your mouth in an attempt to hide it.

The kettle suddenly whistles, breaking any sort of tension that might have lingered between the two of you. You swiftly remove it from the heat before turning back to him.

"I like you, too, Tsukki."

He breathes a sigh of relief, eyes flicking between each of your own. His honesty just moments ago has him surprised and while he'd usually be uncomfortable in a situation like this, oddly enough, he's not.

There's a ghost of a smile adorning his face and he spends a second just looking at you. 'You're... you,' he considers his words from earlier and knows that this is what he meant. You're different from most people. You make him feel at ease.

"You should call me Kei," he states simply, before moving to prepare the tea just the way he knows you like it.

Kuroo Tetsuro

One afternoon, Kuroo stopped by the coffee shop across from his office building downtown. Pulling the door open, he caught the reflection of a person around his age in the glass. As he moved so that he could hold it open for you, you thanked him with a small smile.

You caught his attention, dressed for some seemingly important job, your hair just a touch messy, but in a way that looked good. While you waited in line, he asked you about your day and his charming small talk left you a blushing mess.

You were in front of him in line, but once you finished telling the barista what you wanted, he stepped up to add his own drink to the order. "On me, of course."

Two years later, you're living together in a cozy apartment and you couldn't be happier. Kuroo is everything you could ever ask for--- charismatic, reliable, thoughtful. It was even his idea that the two of you go out for dinner after work every Thursday.

So when that day of the week finally rolls around, you finish your tasks for the day and head over to his nearby office to meet up. You get off the elevator on his floor and make your way down the hallway, noticing his door is open a few inches. You stop once you hear voices inside.

“Isn’t it hard having a partner, though? I mean, always having someone around, not being able to relax and do your own thing.”

The voice is unfamiliar and your head tilts to the side as you listen.

Your boyfriend chuckles, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “I suppose they can be a lot sometimes.”

Inwardly, Kuroo reflects on your late-night bouts of energy when he’s half asleep, your ramblings about the newest show you’ve been watching (he truly does try his hardest to keep up), your habit of constantly asking him for reassurance even though you’re so far out of his league it’s unreal.

You can’t see the fond smile that bashfully plays on his lips or hear the thoughts running through his mind. Left with just his words alone, you deflate as you’re overcome by embarrassment. 'Well, he's not wrong,' you think.

“Then what’s the point?” the other person wonders.

You can’t bear to hear Kuroo's answer, so you move away from the door and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. The fact that you’re about to burst into tears at his work, of all places, is probably why he thinks the way he does. A humorless laugh passes your lips as you berate yourself. You dip into the bathroom and force yourself to take a few deep breaths before anyone can see you.

If only you had waited a few moments longer, you would have heard Kuroo's response. "I figured out pretty quickly they could be a handful sometimes, but it's part of what made me love them, you know?"

"No, gross. Don't go all sappy on me, senpai," the young intern rolls his eyes.

It just makes Kuroo laugh, "you asked! Now get out of my office and go tell them you'd love to get dinner with them tonight."

The intern grumbles as he leaves, but Kuroo doesn't miss the grin tugging at his lips. "After you finish your work for the day, of course," the older man hollers from his seat.

Finally having composed yourself, you exit the bathroom, passing the intern and greeting him politely.

You knock once you reach the door to Kuroo's office and his eyes light up, "hey, sweetheart!"

His tie has already been loosened for the evening and his hair is a bit disheveled.

"Hey, Tetsu," you say sheepishly. Even now, he still makes your stomach flutter.

"I just need a few minutes to finish this up," he informs.

"Sure, take your time!"

You try your best to make your voice sound bright and move to take a seat on the couch that's tucked against the wall. Kuroo returns his attention to the computer, but he quickly realizes you're quiet. Weirdly quiet. He peeks over at you and you're just sitting there on your phone with a blank expression.

The soft clicking of his keyboard stops. He says your name and you hum in acknowledgment. "What's on your mind?"

You glance over to find that he's looking at you, his body leaning over his desk in your direction. The expression he wears is a gentle one. His obvious concern and the fact he's already picked up on your vexation are enough to arouse the emotions you'd hopelessly tried to bury earlier. In an attempt to hide your tears, you avert your eyes. The action immediately has Kuroo rising from his seat.

"Hey, hey, hey," he frets, sitting beside you and putting a hand on your knee. "Look at me, what happened?"

The sight of you like this makes his heart squeeze tightly in his chest and when you finally turn to him, his eyes are burning with worry.

"It's nothing, it's dumb," you dismiss, waving your hand.

"Sweetheart, don't say that. Something's got you all worked up." He brushes your hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."

"I-I'm sorry" you choke out.

"There's no reason to be-"

"I know I can be a lot sometimes," you add, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.

Realization and guilt descend upon him in tandem. "You heard-"

"Only some of it!" you clarify before he finishes, "I-I didn't mean to listen in on you, I just-"

He boops your nose, making your words stop in your throat. "You just didn't stay and listen to the part where I told him you it's what makes me love you so much."

He's got a little grin on his face, refraining (with some difficulty) from calling you a dork.

"You said that?"

He hums, "of course I did."

A moment passes and he can sense you're still feeling unsure of yourself, so he continues. "I can be passive and a bit... emotionally closed off at times. It makes me admire how expressive you are and how strongly you react to things, both good and bad."

Touched by his words, you feel all your anxiety ebb away, replaced by a warm feeling in the center of your chest. "Then you'll be happy to know that is perhaps the sweetest thing anyone has ever said and it makes my heart want to explode."

"Ah, see! There it is!" he beams and stands up, offering you his hand.

Once you rise to your feet, he places a kiss firmly on your temple.

"Alright, the rest of this can wait," he decides as he grabs his bag, turns off his computer, and slips his fingers through your own. "I'm all yours."

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aslongasimhereyoureinvincible · 2 years

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okay im sorry but just imagine being kageyama tobio. your parents are always working late, your sister quit volleyball years ago and now she's off being an adult and having a career, none of your teammates get why you care so much and the only guy who did, because he cared the same amount in the same way, graduated 2 years ago and also hated your guts. your peers have given you a cruel nickname just so they can reinforce how little they like or understand you, you dont have any friends, you have nothing but volleyball actually, your grandfather is dead and you are clinging to the promise he made you when you were a little kid because if you dont you might just go insane. you are so, so incredibly lonely.

and then, THEN, this scrawny 5 foot nothing kid stares you down outside the gymnasium bathrooms and promises to beat you, and he totally sucks at volleyball. like, he. is. terrible. but he can run, and he has good reflexes, he jumps so high he looks like he's flying, and most importantly he runs headfirst into a wall and then says 'we haven't lost yet' like its the most obvious thing in the world when his teammates ask him why he bothered. and you realise this kid is just like you, the same kind of fucked in the head you are. and youre furious, what the hell has this guy been doing for the past 3 years? your grandfather promised you that someone even better would come and find you are here he is, but you beat his team in less than an hour and you're pretty sure you'll never see him again, despite him promising to take you down, because never once in your life has anyone who was supposed to stick around actually do that. you're angry because you didn't have to be so painfully lonely all these years, you could've had someone who kept up with you, but he just wasn't there, because he sucks and you don't but he doesn't have to and that makes it so much worse than you just being a freak who was completely one of a kind.

and then you go back to your team, back to your last middle school tournament, and you play more games. only this time youre pissed. you know that there's someone else like you now, someone who will. not. stop until the ball has hit the floor and you don't get why your teammates won't just be better, try harder, move faster. and then they abandon you too. you thought you were alone before, but now you have absolutely nothing, not even volleyball. and you didn't get into the school your grandfather went to, and the coach you picked your back-up school for is in the hospital, and your plan for the next 3 years is to essentially bide your time until you get scouted into the v-league because you literally do not have anything left and you are doing everything your 15 years old and incredibly depressed self can because you refuse to let go of volleyball, no matter how lonely it makes you, no matter how much it hurts to cling on.

and then, AND THEN. that same scrawny dumbass from that 2-0 match in middle school is there and he still sucks and he's still the same kind of fucked in the head that you are and you won't give him one of your 'royal sets', not after what happened last time, you can't stop being lonely but you can at least try to not get abandoned again. and he says 'forget all that, i'll be here no matter what', and he spikes the damn set. he shuts his freaking eyes and he trusts you and you have just had the rug pulled out from underneath your damn feet because you understand, maybe better than anyone else, being ready to do whatever it takes to win but who the hell just fully puts their faith in someone else like that and maybe, just maybe, this kid was serious when he swore he'd get better and take you down.

he's invincible as long as youre there and so are you as long as you have him. you ask him if he's prepared to go all the way to the world stage to take you on, because you've never set your sights anywhere else, and he tells you he'll match you every step of the way. he picks up your crown, puts it right back on your head and proves to you that he refuses to leave you just like everyone else did, even at your worst. you tossed and he spiked and he said 'i'm here' and he is.

he is, and he never stops being here for you, chasing after you, making you chase after him, even when he's on the other damn side of the planet. and then 6 whole years after you first met him, first played him, first thought that maybe your grandfather would keep his promise to you, you get to play him again and you realise that he is your someone even better, always has been. actually, they all are. and you're not that lonely tyrant you used to be anymore, youre not that sad, abandoned kid hiding behind anger and obsession, you're doing the thing you love surrounded by people who love it in the same fucked in the head way that he and you do, and the man you love is there across the net from you, playing against you, and he's also there on the court next to you, playing with you, and either way he is here.

you got really, really good at volleyball, and somebody even better came and found you.

he's here.

#haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #kagehina #girl please fucking help they make me INSANE #i am GOING FUCKING BONKERS I ACTUALLY CANT #I *CANNOT* THINK ABOUT THEM TOO HARD WITHOUT LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND #KAGEYAMA WAS JUST. SO FUCKING LONELY IT MAKES ME CRY #AND THEN HINATA. WHO WAS JUST AS FUCKING LONELY. CAME INTO HIS LIFE #aND THEY HAVENT LET EACH OTHER GO SINCE #GOD FUCKING D A M N I T FURUDATE #ok im fine now.#i promise i am behing so normal and hinged about them.#og post //#dear fucking lord

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sonderonpluto · 6 months

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bokuto is like a cat in the wee hours of the night—either begging for attention or getting himself into mischief. Tonight he happens to be in the first mood.

“just one more kiss baby, please?” he asks with his head underneath your shirt. you two have been in this position for about ten minutes, sharing quick kisses and tasting the left overs of each others minty toothpaste.

you yawn with exhaustion,”koutarou you need to go to sleep.”

he pouts and rolls you over on top of him before saying,”please, just one and then we can go to bed.”

you were going to deny him again before noticing how slow his speech was. he was definitely tired too, despite his insistency.

you take his head out of your shirt and grab the sides of his face, peppering kisses across his forehead, cheeks, and finally lips.

“are you satisfied now?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his face.

“yes!” he exclaims, allowing you to roll back off of him and place an arm across his torso as you both doze off.

#haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #x male y/n #x male reader #bokuto x male reader #haikyuu x m!reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #x gn reader #haikyuu fluff #bokuto fluff

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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hiya babe, so sorry to do 2 asks in 1 day but what’s your thoughts on chubbychaser!atsumu or chubbychaster!osamu? not even as a fic, just a general drabble i’d SCRUMM IT UP!!!

- m 🐇💌

<3 hello!!! ~~ never apologize, i love the asks babe, send em all omg.

i absolutely wrote this instead of writing the last chapter of a bit dirty, but we're not going to talk about that or mention that or worry about that <3 <3 <3

i don't know if anyone KNOWS THIS / COULD TELL but i always write chubby coded readers? it's not usually apparent until you read smut and i don't put a lot of details in there necessarily, but the little details are there. i've never mentioned it before this, but thought it's a nice little bit of information if anyone was curious. (it's just bc i am! and so! that's how i write my reader <3)

but i do have a lot of thoughts about this, okay. SPECIFICALLY about <3 osamu <3 i actually was (am?) going to write an entire thing about certain hq men that i think could handle a chubby reader (bokuto, osamu, kuroo, iwaizumi... if you're curious)

BUT YKNOW, now that i'm thinking about atsumu with a chubby afab reader, i really do be havin' some thoughts??

idk if you wanted nsfw thoughts, but that's what you're going to get, minors dni thanks ♡ (nsfw atsumu with a chubby reader hcs under the cut)

♡ absolutely obsessed with your plush thighs, loves grabbing at them and laying his head on them and slapping them and fucking them, lasted an embarrassingly short amount of time the first time he slid his cock between your soft, fat thighs, squeezed them tightly around his throbbing length and came between them, cooing at you about how perfect and soft and pretty they are

♡ the first time that he asks you to sit on his face, you hesitate for a fraction of a second and he picks up on it. he's serious at first, asking you what's wrong and why you don't want to, but when you tell him why you're nervous, he gets dramatic, asking you what the fuck do you mean you'll suffocate him? that's exactly the fucking point.

♡ loves fucking you from behind, bending you over, slipping his cock inside of you without even looking and then fucking you so hard that your ass shakes, loves the noises that it makes when his hips slam against the fat of your ass and how red your skin gets from how harsh his thrusts are into you, cannot get enough of the sight of your ass jiggling every time he bottoms out inside of you

♡ can make himself come just by rubbing his cock between your fat lips, gets so fucking turned on watching his length slide against your pussy, swallowed by your puffy lips, so fucking sloppy, places his hand on top of his cock to force it between your folds, fucks against his palm and the mess you've made, and then comes all over your cute cunt and your stomach

♡ cannot get enough of the weight of you on his hips while you ride him, every time you slam back down onto his cock and the backs of your thighs slap against his hips, you can feel him twitch inside of you, fucking loves the feeling of you letting yourself fall back onto him, the tiny breaths that come out of you when you feel him so deep inside of you, the beads of sweat that form on his stomach when he lifts his hips up with you seated in his lap

#atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #hq x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader smut #atsumu x reader smut #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x #toriwritesshit #tori's hcs!#asks!#m🐇💌!#TORI ADD THIS TO UR MASTERLIST

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wonderoustime · 8 months

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don't get me wrong, atsumu is most definitely an outdoorsy person, but the kind of dates he loves the most are all the indoor ones. and not indoors as in dining at a restaurant or dying of cuteness in cat cafés or wandering through an art gallery, oh no.

indoors as in holed up in your house, wrapped in each others' arms like the lovestruck little gremlins you are, gorging on cheap, greasy yet the most delicious takeout you've ever had (along with a few of osamu's onigiris which seriously can't belong on the same league as your takeout) while binge-watching trashy romcoms and the most predictable action series.

or indoors as in experimenting with new cookie recipes and slow-dancing with him to the music playing out of your phone, accidentally causing them to burn and taste terrible, yet end up being finished in less than five minutes.

or indoors as in curled up on your bed, his head on your chest, your soft voice reading aloud to your favorite book as you gently stroke his hair lulling him to a deep, deep sleep where the coziness of the blankets and the comfort of him accidentally leads to you taking a nap, too, in the middle of the day.

those kinds of indoors >>>

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emmyrosee · 8 months

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SAMUUUUUU 🥹💗🥰

and me.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CrvljuEsP0_/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

BROOOOO I WANNA EAT HIM ALIVE I SWEAR TO GOD.

Like imagine. JUST IMAGINE OKAY-

It’s pretty late at night when he decides he’s gonna start to make a few snacks, not quite ready to go to bed but also being well aware that it’s 02:32 and the night will end- may as well prompt it with some doctored up instant noodles.

But here’s the thing, right? Because osamu seems to think you’re more compliant at night, so tired and cuddly, yet it surprises him each and every time you’re the opposite of that and are in fact, a damned menace. How he never remembers is a mystery, and it’s also his problem.

Perched onto the counter, you’re determined to get your Osamu fill; you jab your toe into the meat of his butt, you blow up his phone with pictures of just his back, or your bored selfies, and when he gets particularly focused, you slip your cold feet under his nightshirt to make him yelp.

He’s unrelenting. And it’s hot.

“Baby,” you mewl, tugging the hem of his shirt towards you. You hear him chuckle and shake his head, his hulking frame still not turning towards you.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” he says simply, his wrist continuing to slice the plate of vegetables next to him. You whine and tug firmer, but he doesn’t budge; you don’t blame him, he’s busy, but come on, he looks so good, and you need his attention right now.

“Babyyyy,” you whine a little more firm, and he finally turns down the warming stove to face you. You smile happily and he snickers.

“What?”

“I missed you.”

He quirks a thick brow before turning to the stove, then back to you. “Haven’t gone anywhere, dummy.”

“But you haven’t been near me. And I’m offended.”

He rolls his eyes adoringly before leaning over to kiss you, a smile curled on his cheeks. When you return the kiss, you latch your arms and legs around him, and he laughs against you.

“Must you?”

“Yes,” you giggle back, knowing damn well he’s into this too. His massive hands slip down your back, over your hips and back up, his head burying in the curve of your neck to be as close as he can to you. He starts pecking little kisses along your neck and face, grinning into your skin when you give out small little snickers.

“You know how much I love you?” He mumbles.

“I think so?”

“Yeah- so please, with all the love in my soul. Let go.”

You titter some more as your grip tightens, shaking your head and relishing in the sigh of faux agony he lets out. “Fine,” he says, giving in to your needs and quickly hoists you up and into his chest, your legs tightening around him and giggles ringing through the air. One of his arms scoops under your butt to keep you secure, the other turns the stove right back on and continues his cooking as if you were nothing more than an attachment he’s grown accustomed to.

“Yay,” you coo, nosing his cheek before biting it softly, the muscles tightening under your teeth as he smirks. “My boy. My perfect and patient boy. The only boy ever. Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, booger.”

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zmbiesuga · 6 months

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UNKNOWN / NTH — o. tōru x m!reader

sypnosis: self-proclaimed loverboy oikawa tōru always goes out of his way to see you.

warnings: oikawa snuck out, reader & oikawa are in 3rd year of hs here, the term boyfriend used is used in reference to reader but no formal pronouns mentioned, oikawa calls reader sweet angel, baby, babe, and just plain angel, fluff (sickeningly sweet), OIKAWA WITH HIS GLASSES 💘

notes: idc if he's a teenage boy, oikawa smells nice i know it.

At three a.m. exactly, you can hear the loud ricochet of pebbles off your window. You try to ignore it, you really do, but the noises get more aggressive with each passing second. It seems whoever is trying to get your attention isn't letting up.

With a small groan, you sit up and get out of bed. Trudging to your window, you don't even bother to look out of it as you open it. You open your eyes and scan, until it lands on a small brown patch of hair.

Oikawa is staring up at you with a boyish grin. His cheeks are flushed a light pink from the harsh October air and his glasses are slowly slipping down his nose.

"Hi sweetheart," he calls in a hoarse voice, shoving his hands in the pockets of his light blue hoodie, "mind letting me in?"

You can't help the small smile that breaks out on your face as you shut the window. You quickly make your way downstairs and open the door.

When Oikawa comes in, he tries to give you a kiss, but you stop him and point towards the stairs. He only looks at you and nods as you two tiptoe up the steps to your room, holding back shared mischievous giggles.

After you shut the door to your room, Oikawa wraps an arm around you and kisses you sweetly, your own arms loosely wrapping around his neck.

He tastes sweet, like amaretto coffee creamer, something you didn't find yourself enjoying until you met him.

"How is my sweet angel doing, huh?" he whispers against your lips, resting his forehead against his, "Miss me?"

"Tōru, I saw you earlier today," you respond in a giggle, "why are you here so late, huh? Don't you know I'm not supposed to have boys over?"

"What, a guy can't miss his boyfriend? That's blasphemous, babe," he replied with a smirk, letting his arm fall from your chest as he sits on your bed, "...I couldn't sleep." he admitted honestly.

You give him a soft look, turning off the light in your room and laying down on the bed. You open your arms and gesture to him.

He gives you another smile, taking off his glasses and shoes as he makes himself comfortable in your arms. His head resting under your chin while you hold him close.

You buried your face into his hair as you inhaled his scent, finding comfort in the way he smelt like freshly made cinnamon rolls on a cold day.

"I love you," Oikawa whispered against your skin, his eyes shutting whilst you ran your fingers through his hair, letting out a deep content sigh, "I'll never love anyone more than you...you're it for me."

A small giggle escaped past your lips as you put your chin on his head once again, "You're so sappy, Tōru."

"No, no I mean it," he said with conviction, pulling away from your neck and looking you in the eyes, "I love you more than life itself, I don't know what I'd do without you...you're it for me."

"Tōru, don't...don't say that," you replied softly, "love me and life equally...because life can be cruel, but life gave me you, and that's more than I could have ever wanted."

His cheeks flushed crimson as he looked at you, before he let out a laugh, "Geez, and I'm the sappy one...?" he asked, once he calmed down, the serious tone in hiw voice returned, "I just...I don't want to lose you, angel."

"You won't, Kawa," you replied, sticking out your pinkie, "I pinkie promise."

Oikawa looked down at your pinkie and then back up at your face, letting out a small giggle and interlocking his pinkie with yours, "Okay," he proclaimed, "okay, neither of us is going anywhere."

He lifted your interlocked pinkies and placed a gentle kiss on them, and then laid his face in the crook of your neck, giving you one last kiss on your collarbone.

"I love you baby." he whispered, his voice slurring slightly as his eyes becoming heavy with sleep.

"I love you too, 'ru," you whispered back with a small smile, hearing quiet snores in return, "sleep well."

#𖦹 love letters from leo #𖦹 my dearest haikyuu #oikawa x reader #oikawa x male reader #oikawa fluff #hq x reader #hq x male reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu fluff #oikawa x m!reader #hq x m!reader #haikyuu x m!reader

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chatterbox-73 · 5 months

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.Sugar Daddy.

Training Exercise.

Kōtarō Bokuto x m!Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: sorry guys but this one is short, I wanted to write more but I’ve been so busy, family stuff and have been stuck working six day weeks for a month and a half… I’ll hopefully write another chapter to “The ‘Perfect’ girl” soon and the next one shot to this series.

Also reader is Male.

Summary/inspiration/prompt: your boyfriend has a one track mind, and after training or any game, he can only focus on one thing…

Word count: 500

CW: NSFW and adult content, post time-skip Bokuto, oral (giving), facial, masturbate/fingering&wanking (reader), implied sex, switch reader and Bokuto, implied bottoming (reader), mention of reader topping.

You sat in the bed of your hotel room watching your boyfriend on the television, he was doing an interview after he and his team won their last match of the season, he stood next to the interviewer with a towel over his head and a large owlish smile on his face, you chuckled at his silly comments and his excitement.

Another great win for his team and another long night of work for you, but you really didn’t mind it was good fun and a great workout, Bokuto would always be so worked up after a good and that’d always lead to great sex.

Bokuto stumbles into the hotel room with a large smile and hazed over eyes, you stood to your feet and walked over to him, “welcome back, how was everything?” You smiled however rather then answer your question Bokuto pushed you down to your knees, you looked up at him with a grin “it when good then” you chuckled and with a grunt he pulled his pants and boxers down his hips, pulling out his stiff member. Your lips wrapped around it and your hands rested on his thick muscular thighs, your bobbed your head and sucked as Bokuto’s hands tangled there way into your hair, he groaned out but didn’t say anything just continued to groan and guide your head.

Your hand moved down your body and into your boxers, before you began to pump yourself, but it was nowhere near enough and so without thinking your moved your other hand into your boxers before pressing two fingers it into your tight hole, you moaned as your fingers matched the bobbing of your head, you whined out as you pressed into that spot, you felt yourself twitch in your hand as your hole clenched around your fingers. Bokuto pulled you off his cock and before pumping his cum onto your face, “go on cum then” he grunted and your body shuttered as you doubled over and came in your boxers, you whined and gasped as you slowly milked out whatever was left.

You sat in the bed next to Bokuto, holding his hand that rested around your shoulders, “great now my back hurts… let me top next time, you’re always so damn rough after games or training” you grumble and Bokuto chuckles as he pinched your nipple, “you never last long enough to top” he kisses your neck and your groan, “that’s not true!…” your face going red, “you love it when I top, you become a totally pillow princess… ‘please cum in me baby’” you laugh as you mimic Bokuto’s voice and his cheek heat up before he joins you laughing, you weren’t lying, he really did love it when you topped, Bokuto gave you a soft kiss before leaning into you, “you’re right… so come on then fuck me, if you can handle it baby” he moaned and grazed a hand of your throbbing hardness, “lie down and get that ass up daddy” you whined and grabbed his wrist roughly.