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tsumutiny · 7 months

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╰─♡ FOOLED pt2.

tw. noncon, dubcon cunnilingus, manhandling, objectification, implied gangbang(?), Slap.

wc. 4k

-an: OMFG FINALLY! IM GONNA CRY. Long story short, i graduated, got a job and literally couldn't get time to continue this. sorryㅜㅜ Though I use to be online here everyday lol But I'm back 👍😭 pt3 coming soon too.

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After Bokuto helps you sit on your hips and your eyes are unable to produce more tears, you try to fall asleep, thinking maybe it'll all pass. Your head is heavy, but strangely, sleep seems to be the last thing that would happen right now.

The belt around your wrist doesn't feel cold anymore, instead, it has started to dig into your skin. A similar feeling to the unbearable itch of a burnt wound. You haven't met eyes with any of them within the past many long minutes, it sickens you to do so. Just the thought that these two sit with you during classes, that one of them has helped you several times regardless of his image yet they are the one responsible for this situation, scares you.

How can the human brain do such things?

"You can relax", Bokuto puts a hand atop your exposed knees, making you flinch instinctively, "I told you I won't let anyone hurt you."

But why in hell are you even here?

You feel betrayed, don't know if you are even allowed to feel it since he wasn't your bodyguard of any sort, but all the times he stood up for you against even his friends made you a little selfish. It's probably why you can't accept the grave situation you're in right now. One caused by him.

"I know this all might be really scary for you", He continues, caressing your leg. "But your trust in me is all that matters. I'm sure you'd choose me over them, right?"

The chill of the room seeps into your bones. You wish you could put an end to his words, but since the beginning, your will is the least bit of concern. The thought of who all might be 'them', drops your stomach. Atsumu? You definitely know it's him. He even told you to wait, didn't he? Hajime? Oikawa? Or who_Hinata!?

Bokuto lifts your face to look at him, brushing his thumb on your chin firmly, "And I know you're such a good girl, you'd do what I tell you to, hmm?" His eyes appear like hot sun, burning your soul, "you want to do that too, right? You want to show them you belong to no one, but me, right?"

You don't remember ever leading him to believe what he's saying right now. You never even asked him to 'save you', it was him who came to you acting like a knight. "No...no what are you even saying", you try to force your chin out of his hold, but it just makes him pull your face towards him harsher, "you don't understand. I don't want this." You speak meekly.

"Yes, you do." His grip loosens and travels down toward your neck. He smiles when he gives your throat a squeeze. "Tell me, do you like it when they embarrass you?" He asks, "do you like it when they grope you like this, yeah?" A sob is pulled out of your mouth as he takes a painful hold of your breast. Pressing it into your ribcage in the process.

You deny immediately.

"Yes baby, exactly", he madly grins, "you don't."

"And did you like it when they tried to see up your skirt", with his other hand, he pushes your dress higher on your thighs. When unable to achieve what he wanted, he shoves his hand inside your dress, " tell me. You know, Hajime still has that photo of yours."

You squeak, irritation and helplessness start to build in the form of water in your eyes again. You try to shut your thighs to no avail, he's just too fucking strong compared to your scared, jiggly legs. "Bokuto, please", you whimper.

Inside your dress, you feel him cup your cunt with warm hands, sending unwelcomed tingles up your belly. "No..no. I didn't like it." You shout, embarrassed because even though you've been trying so hard to ignore him, it doesn't change the fact that Akaashi is still in the room—standing right beside you.

The silver-head looks smug, a satisfied smile on his face. Almost like how you feel when your pet responds to your command. He removes his hand instantly and soon cold air fills his spot, touching your covered skin, but your freedom is only a matter of seconds before your thighs are abruptly pushed apart to slot his fingers over your clothed slit. Your dress tightly bunched around your pelvic bone gives him all the access he wants.

"Oh god, look at you wearing this cute cotton panty. You realise how crazy you're making me each second," he looks up from between your legs. You shut your eyes tightly, body becoming hot. "you really came to a club in these! This is why I can't think of anything pure when I'm near you.", he moans near your skin and you jolt.

"Enough", his choice of word is so bold, tears start rolling down your cheeks, "please, let me go...swear I won't tell anyone." You can't shut your legs, you've made up with the fact. Maybe talking to him might have an effect.

"But I want you to," he doesn't move his eyes from the spot he's caressing—softly dragging his finger up and down. You buck your hips to inch further away from his contact, but his free hand, now wrapped around your ankle, abstains you from doing so.

"You should tell everyone", He softly pulls your panties sticking to your skin, pinching your sensitive flesh in the process. You whimper loudly, grinding your feet on either side of his body over the bedsheet. It's sending a burning sensation in your womb, causing you to raise your hips almost on his face. "Yeah? Want me to do it?" He takes it as a cue to push the layer of cloth between your legs aside. You shut your eyes as tightly as you can and move your face away from his view.

Standing by the bed, Akaashi softly pulls your face towards him. Abashed, you instead plant it on his stomach. With Bokuto between your legs and your face in the noiret's shirt, it becomes all too hard to focus on reality. You don't give the calloused fingers prodding your bare skin a thought, what shames you more is your traitorous body turning hotter with every second.

"Stay," he commands as if you're an animal to be tamed, "just like that and I'll make you feel so good." It sounds so taboo to you, your body hair stands erect in response. A moan slips past your lips. "Wait," before you even have time to say something, he's pushing a thick finger inside your pussy, filling the warm space without notice. You gasp loudly into Akaashi's shirt as your sensitive walls around Bokuto's fingers spasm violently.

He keeps it halted, letting you adjust to the new feeling. It would have been easier if he didn't act like he cares about this even in the slightest. The finger makes you feel full— the exact feeling of something sitting inside and when your hole involuntarily clenches, it's almost as if you can feel his skin and the ups and downs with your walls. It's just for a few seconds, but your closed eyes tick the time longer in your head.

"Pretty pussy's too fucking wet", he laughs and pushes his finger further in than your average reach. Too much— the frustratingly slow push and pull is too fucking much. He should either stop or just get it over with, because the leisurely long-drawn ministration makes you feel all of it. Few pumps later, he's adding another finger to enter you. Your moans are not the only things you are hating right now, it's the lewd clicking sounds echoing in the rather silent room, a clear sign that you feel good.

"Bokuto", you clench the bedsheet behind your back, trying to wriggle your wrist out of the tight hold, "my hand hurts, please." You must have stained Akaashi's shirt wet by how much your tears and spit keeps rolling out.

"Want me to remove it?" He questions, fingers digging in your hole erotically slow. Curling them between your sensitive spots and grinding at your reaction. "Yes. It hurts." You utter sotto voce while feeling Akaashi rub your head in slow strokes.

"Can you cum for me, baby? I'll gladly do it then." You sense Bokuto lying stomach down and getting closer between your legs, hands only leaving your body to make a comfortable position for him. He grabs your thighs to inch them apart even more lewdly, making you pull your head out of Akaashi's hands around you. You could have been there longer, at least it gave you that con feeling of being protected.

That's when the man in front of you tenderly places his tongue over your clit. You squeal from the sudden new sensation, shuddering and almost closing your legs around his head. "oh my god," his tongue hastily flicks over your nub, deliciously connecting multiple nerve endings in your pussy and stomach. It feels so obscenely good, you can't help but get an urge to feel something under your touch. Your hands tied behind makes you so frustrated, "please, untie it."

He doesn't seem to care, only focused on what he wants. Your moans change into pleasured cries as Bokuto wraps his hot lips around your clit, sucking like he expects something to come out of it. His sucks are long and hard, enough to make you shake like a possessed woman— toes twisting painfully, legs dragging over the bed, and body arching so much your hands dig into your back.

"Too much," you cry.

Bokuto chuckles against your opening and adds two long fingers into your dripping hole again. You roll your hips rapidly against his motions as you feel every hair on your skin rises at your building orgasm. Beside the bed, Akaashi leaves in a sudden hurry. Your vision is blurred, and you think your hearing is reducing to the same because even though you couldn't hear his phone ringing, in your peripheral vision he's definitely talking on it.

Bokuto doesn't spare any attention to his friend, he keeps at his prodding. It feels like you're about to pee, every time he pushes against the spongy spot, it's almost like your bladder is filled.

"Bokuto please...wanna touch you," as your body slowly gains a weird type of high, you feel scared to lose it at the same time. He grins, his eyes still in a drunken stupor, and sits up to reach behind you in haste. Must have been the pitiful look on your face. In quick seconds the numb feeling of your blood obstructed at the same spot goes away like a miracle. You purse your lips seeing your wrists raw, covered in a vague red-purplish band.

"You already becoming that dumb, baby?" He speaks near your lips, before pushing you back against the headrest and grabbing your ankles far apart. The feeling of seeing your hands being able to move, gives you a liberating feeling, almost as if you're breathing more freely.

How ironic.

In an instant, he's back at sucking your clit and pushing several fingers into your clenching hole. You shout from the sudden stretching of your walls. Did he push his entire hand in? It hurts, but not so bad when he's nursing on your nub like he's a starved baby latching to its mother. "Yesyesyes", you pull his hair at the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers mixing in your fluids. It's so lewd, it gives you shivers.

You mewl loudly, throwing your head back when Bokuto nudges your sensitive bundle of nerves with his teeth. Licking wet long stripes before biting it softly, in the meantime his fingers don't stop curling inside your pussy. You've never felt this hot and dumb-headed.

"Gonna cum," you squeal.

"Ya already got the bitch cryin' and mewlin?" suddenly there's a new voice—loud and very familiar—penetrating from the other side of the door, you know who it is. It drops a stone in your gut, heavy and painful. Swayed with pleasure for this long, you had almost forgotten what Bokuto had said earlier.

Shit, shit. You can't do this, you shouldn't let him see this. You'd rather dissolve into nothingness right now than let Miya Atsumu see you like this. His repulsive smirk crosses your thoughts constantly.

All of this conscience and yet you can't stop either. Not like you could stop the ripped man who has almost all the control over your senses too.

"Bokuto, wait." You can, at least, try.

But the chance is already gone.

Called man pinches your clit so harshly, your eyes roll back and your legs snap close against his wide shoulders. String of broken cries and moans fall out of your mouth unconsciously. You curl your fingers deeper into his scalp to support you through your spasming orgasm, there's a part of you that's pulling his hair to hurt, but Bokuto doesn't stop— between your orgasm, he's still tapping the overly sensitive nub with his thumb.

It's also the moment when the door opens and your eyes meet doom, like finding yourself standing at the edge of a mountain— you wish you were not here, but now your legs are slipping.

There's not one, but five men entering the room and almost taking up the entire space. As chill as your spine has gone, you can guarantee, it's nothing compared to what you are feeling in your stomach. Your orgasm hasn't even fully ended, you're still in the middle of crying and, now, pushing the man between your legs away.

"Shit", Atsumu mumbles under his breath. Your blood runs cold, the men in front of you make your head spin a little. This is not what you expected. "Stop," you've managed to detach the man from you, "no." You back off, pulling your dress down, but it's too late, they've already seen everything they could.

Their awfully familiar faces are disgusting. Just a few hours ago you promised to never again associate with them for your remaining college year, only to look look straight into their eyes as you came with tears rolling down. It must be the devil himself mocking you.

"You're late_" Bokuto looks at them as he grabs your ankle to massage it softly. "Wait," you loudly interrupt him. Your chest feels like it's about to cave in. Internal havoc collapsing your heart to drain down into your stomach, "listen to me."

"Shhh it's okay, I told you something, didn't I?" He pinches the skin of your ankle. It doesn't hurt, his hands are gentle, but you can't stop this feeling from rising in your throat like bile. It has captured your entire body and has left it cold and almost motionless. You're not a fighter, quite the opposite. Have always tried to flee and hide. Give up, even. But this new feeling—the urge to fight back, regardless, punch and kick possesses you like cold ocean waves-harsh and sudden.

You know what is going to happen. You know why you're here, and just the thought makes you so sick, you can't help, but try to play with your luck.

"Stop this!" You scream at Bokuto, his hands running over your skin. "Get your hands off of me now!"

When you find sudden amusement writing itself on his face, you pull your leg away from his hand with a kick to his sides, "let me go!" And you do get away from him, enough to not feel anything touching you. In the same moment, you get acknowledged by the fact that the room has gone silent, enough to make your ears ring.

But the moment is way too short for you to decipher the silence. It's one second you try to get away and achieve a speck of success and another you find yourself getting pushed into the bed by your neck-crumpled into nothingness. The weight of the volleyball player on your calves, securing your position is nauseating. You shake your body in physical agitation like a fish desperately trying to live in its last moments, doing your best to get him off you, but he's the cocky prodigy and you're someone with a shattered confidence for years.

You halt your movements and let the hot tears wet his bedsheets, "Bokuto, stop. Please, why_why are you even doing this?" You can't even hear your own words coherently.

"It's okay baby, I know you're scared," your dress is way up your thighs, even past your hip, displaying you in the room so shamelessly and you don't know if the hand soothing your bare back would ever be able to give the warmth it ever gave you, "but all of this now is going to happen because of you."

His hand slithers up your skin as you feel his torso getting closer to your back "You know how much I praised you, doll? Told them that you always listen to me, that you care about my feelings." His fingers dance along your neck as he whispers into your ear, "shit, I even told them you're such a good girl you'd obey me regardless of what I do, and this is how you act. As if I'm some monster."

"Shut up."

"I'll make you, and I'll also make you realise how much you want me," His voice is a hot breath over your sensitive skin, raising the hair on your body, "but for that, you need to stay still, or you'll compel me to do things you surely wouldn't like. You know I would hate to hurt you."

When he gets up, your legs are numb from his weight and render you unmoving from your position. As if he seems to understand your stiffness, he flips you over to meet his stoic gaze. Silver eyebrows furrowed and jaw tough. He looks like he's trying to subdue his anger.

"You're going to be good, okay?" He repeats looking directly into your eyes before he stretches your underwear's band and leaves it to pop against your skin. The burn is more sickening than embarrassing, as it was intended to be. Everything feels disgusting. Just like a bug getting crushed into goo under ignorant feet. You recall his face, smiling at you in class as you look at him now with puffed-up eyes.

"Me first," Iwaizumi speaks in between the heavy silence, running his warm hands over your thighs, causing you to jerk from the sheer abruptness of it. When you see him replacing Bokuto, you wonder if he was standing this close to the bed from the start, "always wanted to know what she has that makes her such a fucking prude." He pushes your legs apart to slot a finger over your slit, slowly bending down to meet your eyes while his knee presses down into the mattress to support him.

Hovering right atop you, his stature is intimidating— broad shoulders sculpt down into muscles that don't seem to hide behind his clothes, encompassing you under him. "Shouldn't act like this when you're so wet." He throatily chuckles when you turn your head away from him and drags his fingers over your covered hole leisurely.

He softly fixes your hair sticking to your forehead behind your ears trying to act as if he suddenly cares about you, but if he did, you wouldn't be here like this. He wouldn't be squeezing your cheeks to make you look at him. You knee him in the chest to get him off you, but his fingers wrapped around your jaw don't move an inch. Your voice is a burden in your throat— unable to process words but stifled whimpers between your scraped cords.

"You're so pretty with these red eyes tearing up. So fucking cute because you know what I'm going to do." The way he opened his mouth was like that of a viper with pointed fangs, ready to pour his venom into your blood. He parts your thighs, slithering his body closer to you. You can feel his knee grinding against your pussy.

You your tongue harshly to suppress any reaction coming out of your throat, punching his chest in the process, but he's almost unfazed. He chuckles as he gets off you and sits on the side of the bed. Feeling as if all the air enters your lungs when he does so, your head clears. It feels like a chance so get up immediately forcing your legs to fetch even an ounce of energy.

And you do. You do find yourself being quick enough to get past bokuto, but the mere fact that you cannot, in this reality, compete with even a single man present in this room, let alone all six of them. So as it should have been, with barely a small pull by your arm, Hajime sits you on his lap like you weigh nothing. You don't even feel his muscles flexing.

"Hey!," Bokuto gives you a look with his head tilted. His grim eyes remind you of his words again, but you can't focus. You can't even keep your eyes open because the way Hajime sits you on his lap, facing rest of the men, and your legs wide spread over his thighs, it's enough for you to feel like a display. An object.

"Don't you think you're way deep in this shit to be acting like that, woman?" You hear Atsumu making a comment, his voice entering your system like a sandpaper rubbing against your skin. You don't even dare open your eyes to look at him, already know he would be mocking you with those dirty lips.

Hajime slides your dress up, meanwhile, his calloused fingers running along your thighs creating a wave of shiver over your skin. You know all those 6 pairs of eyes are you on. Their breaths running harder as your legs are pulled apart more and the dress rides up around your waist.

He puts his thumb over your wet underwear, right atop your clit. Putting pressure that gradually increases. You shake your head, but he slides his head near your neck, halting your motion, his thumb creating slow circles over your nub. "Toru", he calls the setter's name near your ear, his hot breath spreading over your skin, "come here." The name makes you shout your eyes open.

You stiffen your muscles in petrified instincts and hold Hajime's wrist. Meanwhile, the setter listens to him like he's bound to do that. In a swift, he's already kneeling between your legs on the bedside and puts his hot hands over your thighs to part them.

"No-", you shake your head and his eyes widen in horror as you push him back with your feet to his face. For a very brief moment, it makes you feel better seeing your sweaty feet on his cheeks, but it's just a fleeting moment because Hajime makes you remember what you did.

He slithers his hand up your face and makes his palm strike against your cheeks. A startling slap that make you jerk and rings in your ear. It's not harsh, but definitely painful, embarassing too. His fingers even digged into the skin of the impact area. You let out a squeak from the abruptness of it as water builds in your eyes. You immediately dig your nails into the back of his hand.

"Iwaizumi." You hear Bokuto's stern voice as he comes forward the moment you feel Oikawa's hand grabbing your ankle. "you can leave." He gets you down from his lap and you hear a string of long sighs from Hinata and Aakashi. "What the fuck was this?" Bokuto enunciates, his golden eyes widen with his angered tone,"I never said you could do this!"

Hajime's face hardens, and he rolls his eyes with a loud tsk. "Atsumu could have done worse." The mentioned guy snickers, with his tongue sticking out. "I mean you gotta keep 'em in check."

"Exactly."

The same instant you feel the bed dip around you as Bokuto gets up with his teeth gritting.

#/tsumutiny #haikyuu smut #tw.noncon #tw.yandere #tw.dubcon #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto smut #atsumu smut #iwaizumi smut #haikyu smut #lapis.bokuto #lapis.iwaizumi #lapis.akaashi #lapis.hq

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tsumutiny · 1 year

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╰─♡ FOOLED

tw. Bullying, noncon, mentions of anxiety and related behaviour, manhandling(?)

wc. 4k+

-an: I FINALLY CAME BACK OMG! first of all, I'm really sorry that i just went away without a word I can't even tell you how badly i wanted to come back, but everything around me was happening so fast that i just couldn'tㅜㅜ

I love you and hope you enjoy this filthy hq smut that was lying in my darfts for the longest time haha (pt2 otw)

Two→

It hurts so bad.

The ache hurts so fucking bad that your mouth shuts close—hard enough for your canines to grind together (as an instinct?) unconsciously, face mixing into dullness, impassive like the blue ambient light along the edge of the counter, barely even illuminating your legs.

It ignites from your chest slowly—so slowly you want to rupture a nerve connection to make it stop; so strong that you feel the weight of your own body crushing you underneath.

It's not like you haven't felt like this before, you have, a lot of times even, but something about today just makes your jaw clench harder, make your hands go colder, throat drier.

You rub your hands to ignite warmth as the air around gets colder (Is it the big heavy ACs?), numbing your limbs to render you almost motionless. You know you're zoned out, haven't counted how long you have been staring into the void, but it feels like forever and you can't make yourself do anything about it.

What time is it? Shouldn't you just go back home?

But you don't want to open your phone. Don't want to know how long have you been sitting like this, because you know it's long enough to make your insides churn, so all you do is chug the long untouched glass of Mojito in one go and clasp your cold, now slightly wet hands over your lap again; wandering your eyes across the floor covered densely by intoxicated feet thumping, graciously pacing, and stumbling. Couples, hookups, strangers, friends. Hands groping all over, lips sucking each other, teeth leaving marks they might either regret tomorrow morning or be fucking proud of.

Familiar faces catch your eyes too: Your friends. They're dancing half tipsy, giggling at something Miya Atsumu just said; you couldn't hear what, you wish you never do. Some of them seem very close. Too close for comfort, like how you catch sight of Hajime Iwaizumi making out with the junior girl he's been talking about since last week.

They look happy, but why is their happy making your heart produce so much ache? Why did you even come here?

A sudden canopy-like shower of colorful laser beams hit the crowd's head in a crisscross way and you slip sight of them, making your eyes land on the glass-like staircase. Illuminated by the night blue and neon pink madly fluttering across the whole place. Like a panic attack, you muse, seizing every corner.

The staircase leads to a floor above your head. You don't quite remember the details, just the bits of it from when you went there last time lost from your friends. You recall it having a similar seating to the lower bar, except it's less crowded. Lights are dimmer and the air quieter. You think, quiet places are like hitting rock bottom, makes you think of thoughts you don't want to. There's no one to tell you to stop overthinking. Fortunately for you, the upper floor wasn't as silent to drive you insane, just a place you wouldn't fit in.

Wouldn't fit because it's for people who would prefer intimate qualities of a club—enjoying a heavy drink to lead things further from just a makeout, otherwise, why would they require a VIP membership card to access the place? Otherwise, why would your friend, Hina, be there right now with Miya Osamu?

Hajime Iwaizumi and a classmate of his went there too, you suddenly recall as you fix your back aching violently.

Eyes fall back to the dancing crowd.

You don't want to be here anymore, you think, just want to go back home. Just want to be somewhere you can't be seen. Wouldn't it be nice if you just snuggle inside your blankets? Take the longest sleep you've ever taken? You wonder if your dog, Happy, misses you as much.

There's a sudden distant voice from your right that shatters your whole world. It makes you go stiff. Instinctively you focus back on your glass. Shit, it's empty. Hinata Shoyo and Bokuto Kotaro's laughs keep growing in your head as they approach the counter. You open your phone instead—1:37 AM.

"Man my head's fucking spinning."

"You better not throw up on me idiot."

There's an abrupt heaviness in your chest as you hear them getting closer. You're acting so calm about your situation, so oblivious of everything around, that you don't even spare a glance towards them as Hinata pushes Bokuto onto a few seats beside you. You're pretending as if you aren't affected by any of this. Acting as if you haven't been sitting like this for the past hour.

The pungent smell of booze clad with cologne and sweat captures your already hurting head. "You better not chuck up whatever you ate on the counter. Jus..just keep sitting here", Hinata speaks, his voice roughed up from the night-long shouting and alcohol. You aren't a fool, and from whatever instincts or peripheral vision you have; you can tell they are looking at you. It's for a brief second, a feeling creeping inside you.

Are they surprised to see you? Are they surprised that they didn't see you the whole time? Should you talk to them? Will they talk to you?

Wouldn't it be so laughable if they started the conversation?

"Hey y/n?" Hinata calls out, "didn't know you were here"

..hey y/n?

You so try to push back a laugh that is just hurting to burst out.

"yeah, it's been an hour or so " You reply, slowly eyeing them both. Bokuto has his forehead pressed onto the counter, his black shirt disheveled, locks falling all over his face. While Hinata is on the better side of looking-spent-enough-to-collapse-right-here, you still wonder where he got those bruise-like faint marks on his neck.

Is acting oblivious going to take you somewhere?

Silence falls again. You look at him and he shares a similar gaze, but no one speaks, at least for a good second.

Now what? You ask yourself as you glance at Bokuto before moving your eyes towards the bartender. He's standing calmly behind the platform, clad in a white shirt, though a small glimpse of sleep deprived features visibly adorns his face, he still looks happy...? satisfied?

You look away instantly.

Now what? What else is there to talk about?

"Were you just sitting here? For an hour?", Continues Hinata, his eyebrows forming a high arch. "Guess you aren't a party person ya"

Ah, Yes, a party person. You aren't a party person? You never have been. Thank you, Hinata for letting you know.

What else do you know about me?

"Not quite a fan," you reply, meeting eyes with him, "you going back home?"

He nods his head ever so slightly before rubbing his neck, "not right now, but hey were you thinking of going back home?" He asks surprised, disappointed even, as if he didn't just find out you were here too.

"Yes", you reply swiftly and he feigns a laugh, an awkward hand still on his nape.

"I'm going," Bokuto suddenly raises his head, speaking to you for the first time today. His voice is deep and roughed up. The strong pungent smell even more exposed to your already burning nose.

Behind him you find Miya Atsumu striding in an almost staggering-like manner towards your direction, his leather jacket falling off from a shoulder. He's drenched in sweat. Even though you feel yourself freezing up with knees near to shaking, Miya Atsumu is bathing in his sweat. Though, you don't quite know if it's only his.

"Actually Akaashi is coming to pick Bokuto, maybe you can leave with them," Hinata speaks suddenly into the silence, his hands pinching a part of his jeans.

"Is Hina_", you immediately purse your lips shut as you see Atsumu's long fingers wrap around the redhead's shoulder, standing inches above him. He speaks, "ya comin' or what?" His face is flushed red, even under the dim blueish hue you can spot the flush crept all over his face and neck, while his dyed hair slick back with sweat. He smells like the most expensive cologne you find on a shelf clad with the smell of heated clothes and shit tonne of alcohol.

He casually leans by Bokuto's side and quickly passes a wink at you, hands running through his sticky locks. You press a tiny smile, but don't feel the need to even start a conversation with him, don't feel any kind of emotion at his playful(?) gesture. It's absurd just like his dyed hair, just like him.

You remember when he once flipped your skirt trying to convince you how it was all a playful joke and his friends agreed. You didn't laugh. Neither did you wear skirts ever again.

He laughs at something Hinata said in a hushed tone and though it's barely visible under the collar of his jacket, peeks of purplish marks appearing black under the dim light come to your notice. Time ticks so painfully slow that you just had to witness yet another pair of hickies.

"Come on_", he says, lips slightly turning into his infamous smirk, index finger lifting up to point at you over the younger's shoulder. You're sure no one notices it. Is it a warning? Is he going to blurt out ever so loudly that he has a girlfriend and you're just a creep staring at him?

"Come on Hinata," and he tugs the said boy with his sleeves, "wer still dancin."

While Hinata gives a quick worried-sorry look when he meets eyes with you, he still disappears from your sight—mixing into the crowd, where everyone looks almost alike.

Aggressive pink laser beam sync with the crowd and you're left alone, still sitting by the counter, thumb circling your rings on cold fingers.

Instantly, you miss something.

Not Miya Atsumu, Not Hinata Shoyo; but maybe a conversation. Maybe what you miss is the feeling of holding a conversation or maybe what you miss is a company. Their absence makes you turn towards Bokuto. His hands rest against his cheeks, eyes shut like a ghost.

A new song starts playing in the background and the crowd yells to cheer it up, but you notice how you can't recall the lyrics. No word comes to you.

Nothing is familiar anymore. Large and empty.

Although you were the one who agreed to come here; who texted back a "that's okay I'll come." A minuscule (bigger than minuscule) part of your brain still blames them. Stands not you accountable for everything. At least, it makes you feel less awful, a little better.

"Hi y/n, are you drunk too?" Hearing the heavily raspy voice with a burning stench speak so near to your body, a sudden startled warmth surges up your stomach. Not a welcoming warmth.

You can't remember when bokuto moved closer, but he's sitting right beside you now. His eyes still dizzy and hooded. A sloppy smile on his face.

"No." You reply and put a hand between your thigh and his, suddenly feeling the heat start to seap into you, like glowing embers. Soothing warmth. "I didn't drink", the sweetened taste of mojito replays on your tongue, "_a lot"

"Huh..?" His eyes meet yours, "then why are you sitting here?"

Almost a couple of hour ago when you met familiar faces already sitting inside the club, was when you first felt the bile rising up your throat, empty stomach corroding the walls inside. So many connections going off at once. The second time—which came about within the same minutes—was when Osamu ever so gently kissed Hina, muttering a breathy "happy anniversary babe" in between as they left for the floor above.

You had to sit there alone, heart pounding hard enough that you could physically feel it trapped inside your ribs.

Why weren't you informed about the rest of Osamu's friends earlier?

A small painful knot formed inside your throat. You suddenly began to feel like a stupid for ever accompanying them to their anniversary date, but a whiny, "y/n...aren't you my friend?", kept repeating inside your head. "Aww you have to come, this is so going to be fun", kept echoing in your memory.

"But this is YOUR anniversary, it would become so awkward", you had laughed nervously, index finger rubbing over thumb's knuckle.

"You can come if she insists so" Miya had said, as if it didn't bother him. But it did. You know it did. Didn't it?

Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool. Fool

You are such a big fool, y/n. You heard youself chanting in your head.

Then why did they leave you alone there? Did Osamu not know you don't like his friends? Is making you a laughing stock among them, always having a superiority complex around you, bullying you into stupid, sexual and physical jokes, almost making you an outcast when you point out your discomfort and then giving you hopes that everything would never happen again, not enough, not fucking enough, that they followed Osamu too?

That they show up on an anniversary date celebration (you don't even know at this point what it actually is?) unannounced.

Or are you sure it is not the other way round, y/n?

"Hina," you had said one afternoon, as she laid on her bed, stomach down, fingers running swiftly over her phone; sounding as soft and easy-going as you could. Finally gathering up the courage to confront her, "why you'd leave me alone at the party this week. You said you'd be with me."

The room remained silent for a while.

Then she spoke nonchalantly, her eyes never lifting off the screen, "aww I'm sorry baby, everything happened so impromptu", you looked at her eyes which crinkled smoothly over a text, "and in my defense Osamu's a nice fucking kisser", she snickered.

A sickening knot had built in your gut.

"You took me there. Said you wouldn't go if I didn't come. Then why?" The similar weird ache erupted in your chest, "you know I don't like his friends? They are just....too overwhelming"

"Exactly. I don't like his friends a lot either. Thought I'd stay with you, but hey I came back within an hour. Didn't I?"

You remained silent, recalling the party's events. Tears almost at the back of your skull.

"Sorry, I swear I wouldn't ever leave you again", she had replied quickly, comprehending the situation—your silence.

But now you sit here alone again, as a drunk Bokuto questions you about your silent and overly private behaviour.

What is so wrong about being less talkative?

When you had something to say they thought you were too dumb to have an opinion. When you stayed quite and minded your own business they asked why you were acting so hard to get. "It's not like any one's chasing you, prude bitch" Hajime Iwaizumi had commented, snickering.

If anyone wasn't chasing you then why'd you find yourself around the same group of people. Why'd it always be them. Prude bitch, he had called you, and yet he was the one to click a picture first when Atsumu flipped your skirt.

It doesn't matter right now. All you think about is how your body feels quite warmed up, that it almost starts to feel nice as you keep staring the guy by your side. The boy with a big radiant smile, overwhelmingly boisterous personality, puppy-like eyes that stare into anyone's soul with no malicious intent. Who sits by your side in Law class with his charming, ravenette friend: Akaashi keiji, explaining how he cannot keep up with the fast presentation, who once offered to stay by your side as you sat alone at Kuroo Tetsuro's birthday party. Explaining how the party was so average and he felt bored. He didn't.

He would never get bored.

So where was he today as you sat like a corpse.

Fuck, you're acting selfish.

"I want to go home," You speak as the music starts to boom louder. All the intoxicated heat from his body must be fucking with your head, "when are you leaving?"

What will Hina think? You're such a bitch for wanting to leave your friend alone. Can't you just wait?

"Akaashi. When will he come?" You continue.

Hinata reappears after a few songs, six to be exact, to help Bokuto leave. "Akaashi's one punctual man, I must say", he gives his signature boyish grin, "you wanna go?"

Your mind goes numb for a second before you find your chest palpitating. You hate this feeling: the sudden pressure to make a decision. Should you sit here for another hour or so, or end the night right away. Should you Wait for your friend or leave right now.

You feel your body starting to go cold again; feel as if you are glued to the seat. Your body weight increasing by hundreds. Unable to move as you unknowingly chew the skin around your thumb nail.

Some few seconds sure is a small time to decide.

Regardless, when you force yourself, just like any other situation, you stretch your legs straight to stand up for the first time in almost seventy minutes. It's hell. Your legs are heavy, providing no movement whatsoever. Heavy something pulling your leg down to the earth's core invisibly.

You go back to sit down, but there's a hand around your waist suddenly. Warm and sweaty and body reeking of alcohol. He speaks something near your ear in a burning breathy voice. It's sweet from outside, but you clearly know the venom. No different than other days.

"Where ya goin sweet cheeks? Ya wanna leave already?"

You halt from the firm hold and meet eyes with the disgustingly familiar face. Reminders of time you've felt the same hand around your waist makes you shut your eyes for a brief second. "think yer ass can leave like this? Without yer pretty little friend."

Told you bitch, didn't I? Was gonna leave without your friend? Isn't she so nice? Then why do you always act so goddamn selfish.

A painful pang travels down your chest along with your legs throbbing from the pressure of compressed nerves. It's chaotic and confusing. You can't even tell what's happening around you two as Atsumu's grip starts to sink deeper into your skin as though he's already touching the bottom of your ribs. "Stop", you speak in a broken tone, the same voice he must have heard multiple times now.

He stares, emotionless, until just like the hypocrite he is, he laughs out of nowhere, "nah i was just jokin. Will tell yer best friend ya weren't feeling well. mmkay", and he frees your hand from his sickening grip, while you find Hinata waiting with a sloppy Bokuto by the huge opaque glass gate.

A weird feeling of strength surges up your legs and you dig your heels into the floor just to reach him.

"But ya wait for me", the blonde behind you adds with a click of his tongue before he again disappears into the crowd.

You think he's a menace. You have seen him act like one so many times in campus. Though he's never actually caught, you're sure he has made so many student's life a hell. All this rippling muscles from years of sports never suit his actions.

It's your fault that you are friends with a girl who is his weird brother's girlfriend.

He's done so much to fuck with your head, you don't even give him a second thought, and pace towards Hinata.

Actually, it's all Hina's fault to ever get associated with a Miya. You both have been friends longer than their relationship.

It's warm. You thought it'd feel cold, but the car is warm, maybe because Bokuto's literally burning up beside you or maybe the windows aren't down and judging from the way trees flutter outside, you think it's better to keep them this way.

Hinata's unevenly trimmed hair sways vigorously in the harsh wind as he talks something with the calm looking ravenette, whose gaze falls towards the car ever so often, while both of their arms protrude visible goosebumps.

The car reeks of alcohol and its burning sensation which makes your head lighter and breathing stuffy.

Bokuto speaks suddenly, "hey, you wanna go to my place?"

You're so close to him, your face so close to his. All the space is already taken by his sprawled body, his pungent breath going right into your nostrils. You choose to stay quiet, seeing how his eyes appear to be closed. He's probably talking shit.

But you would lie if you said you didn't give it a thought. You did. He's sweet, almost childish, in all probability the only guy you know you've ever wanted to stay yet another minute with.

Would his room smell like him? Like how he does when he sits by you in classes?

Mentally groaning, you emit out a heavy breath, diverting your gaze outside the glass window pane again. It's not even a minute or so when you see Hinata waving towards you from the parking lot, giving you no time to decipher his act as he disappears into the dark.

The engine ignites almost very soon after and you open you mouth, "thanks Akaashi", speaking softly.

He catches your gaze from the rear mirror, eyes appearing almost blurred from the dark, and only hums as a reply. Holding his eyes a little longer with yours than expected.

There's something in your head that tells you he wanted to speak something. You let go. There's so much you want to speak too, but it's just okay not to.

It's around early two in the morning when Akaashi parks his white Toyota outside Bokuto's house, asking if you can help him carry the beefy boy inside. "It would be hard for me to do so alone, you'd help me right?" He asks, adding that he'd drop you home after settling the boy in his bed.

As you step outside, a quick wave of shiver runs along your body, hot drops of sweat meeting the cold air of November makes you hate your decision for a moment.

You were right.

His house smells like him, and the soft scent brings a smile to your face. It makes you wonder how it's always this childish man, around whom you find yourself smiling the most. You met him at a senior's party a year ago. Instantly he had captured your attention. And why wouldn't he? The whirlwind of chatter all around was only about the volleyball team which also included this muscle giant. Tall body molding down into broad shoulders, small waist and thick thighs.

That night as you stood by the pool watching Hina inside the cold water, passing by your side like swift wind, a light-haired extrovert had whispered something incoherent in your ears as he beamed at you like the fucking sun afterward. Infectious.

Next day he was by your side in class.

And he lays here right now, in front of you, on his bed; in his dimly-lit room that makes the sheen of sweat over his skin appear like warm honey. After the lemon water Aakashi, rather forcefully, made him drink, he looks almost peaceful. His features relaxed.

Only one mojito in and you want to kiss him. You crazy woman. You will not, though.

You take a small glance outside the room only to find the dark hallway filled with Akaashi's faint voice. After he left you 'in charge' of his friend to take a sudden call just about a minute ago, you can hear his characteristically tamed and smooth voice going up and down on the notes a few times. He almost sounds like he's arguing.

It's very strange for the noiret to indulge in fights so you just let his conversation slide, only wishing to reach back home as early possible.

"You look beautiful."

It jerks you from the suddenness of it—a baritone, near to being somewhat hoarse.

He stays in his position from sleeping, but is looking up at you now. Underneath the shadowy casts you don't understand why you find his eyes glimmering and pearly whites shining back.

"When did you wake up?", You ask.

"A second ago."

"And the first thing you have to say after being passed out_"

"You look beautiful", he repeats himself with the same tone.

It's Bokuto Kotaro, the star player of the volleyball team. It's okay. You convince yourself when you feel something twirl in your belly. You've told youself countless times against the feeling, but because it's the boisterous guy that always speaks his mind, you can't stop it.

You let it roll in your stomach.

Countless times he has flustered you with his bold choice of words and you let it slide over your skin into your brain where you keep it safe. Settled in the hidden place so you can go over them again and again.

"Thank you"

If he had said this a few hours ago, you could have appreciated it better.

"How are you feeling?", You continue, seeing his eyes filled in red. Appearing as if they burn.

"My head hurts a bit"

"Can you take it? Want me to bring you meds?"

"Can I kiss you?" It's abrupt. Rushed and maybe hormonal, shaking your poor heart to its limits. Fuck, you hate this. Suddenly the room feels hot as if you're just inches away from his face, his warm breath on your skin. You'd lie if you said you didn't instinctively look at his full lips. You're at a loss for words. Too many emotions a word to even comprehend with your exhausted head.

You shift in his bed.

"You're drunk", your giggle is one to hide the awkwardness he has created, recalling times you've felt him put a hand on your thigh as he leaned over into your notes, sudden waist grabs in the the hallway to get your attention.

"Maybe", his small answers agitate you. They're vague and irritatingly bold. He's drunk, he's fucking wasted, it took him thirty so minutes since you left the club to even be able to form words right now.

"Bokuto, do you even know who i am?"

He remains silent, eyes focusing away from your face as if submerging in some deep thought.

fuck, why did you even agree on leaving the car? Why did he have to wake up right now?

As if to save you from this heavy air around—tightening its grip on your feeble senses—you hear Akaashi's voice nearing the room. quick thuds of him approaching faster than you think. You swiftly get up, mattress decompressing underneath. You know it would have appeared rude, at least you assume so, but you didn't care either.

It's better to let the white-haired man be right now. Let him get a hold of his senses by tomorrow. "Sleep", you softly speak before exiting.

It's dark outside, you only make out Akaashi's nearing silhouette on the stairs by the room's dim light falling outside, maybe that is why you're unable to see his face twisted in seething bitterness as he still speaks on the phone. Don't see his hands cold and sweating.

"It's almost half past two, I think_"

"DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT!" A shout—agitated and almost tired—collides with your words, overpowering you to quickly go mute. It surprises you and makes you wonder about the identity of the person on the other side of line.

In the two years you've spent under the same major, you don't recall his gentle features ever twisting into something that blatantly shows any strong emotions towards someone. He even talks with the same silk-like voice every day, almost like a pre-set robot. You had always wondered if staying beside Bokuto, a pole opposite, ever was the reason, even in the slightest, for his disposition.

Don't people tend to be quieter around boisterous people? Try not to speak, but listen. Listen everything that they have to say.

You do. Have done it a lot around Bokuto.

"Akaashi?" You call his name, reaching for him. Like a fictional villian confirming its existence, he comes out of the filmsy darkness. Under the dim glow of light, you find his face molded into an expression that's almost not too hard to decipher. The face of being torn, scared, Confusion that melts into anger, jaw tense and eyebrows furrowed. Agitation.

Who was he talking to?

"What happened?" You ask cautiously, "Are you_"

"You come here!", That's all he said, all the warning you got from his side before he reaches for you as if you are an animal running away from a barn.

The next few seconds go by in a blur, so fast they don't even register in your exhausted consciousness. You know the nerves that trigger one's flight or fight response time and again have proved their dislike for you, and a result of your nervous system's constant barrage of adrenaline you stiffen more often than you want. If his hands that almost cut the blood flow in your wrist stay any longer, you're afraid you might not be able to fight further.

In the haste you get pushed against the door frame, your head cruelly hitting the wood. Black film of stinging pain in your head covers your eyes for a moment before you're dragged into the room you were just in.

"Why must you trust in someone like this?"

"What are you doing", your words come out in a cacophonous shout, "stop", but it's like you're screaming in the void, voice reverberating against the lonely walls and never reaching anyone's ears.

"Why?" Your eyes meet Bokuto's as you're tugged inside. He's not sleeping, eyes as wide open as they were just a few minutes ago. He's not even trying to get up, in fact, move a muscle. He just stares at you calmly. It scares you to wanting to understand the reason for this.

But maybe you refused the alarm that had been going off in your head for so long that by time your knees hit the bed and your eyes fall on the white-haired guy, only then do realisation start to replace the confused fear. You meet eyes with Bokuto and he looks back at you with shining pupils. Like he's waiting for you.

Akaashi bends you forward in an awkwardly painful position, your nape locked in a tight grip. He's stronger, you can fight back, but he's stronger when your hands are twisted and knees pushed into a surface, rendering you motionless.

"Why do I have to do this, Bokuto?" He sighs loudly, "Weren't you going to take care of it."

They're disgusting.

"no no stop", you cry into the white sheet when you feel cold leather being wrapped around your wrist while another warm hand pushes your head down. Terror seizes your nerves and you feel choked, heart thumping so rapidly it starts to ache.

"shhh", You can't see Bokuto, but his voice along with the warm rubs on your head alone sends cold shivers across your body, "it's going to be okay, y/n."

So why did he act as if he did not know you earlier?

Akaashi grips your hips firmly and pushes you on the bed. Hands locked behind, face and stomach buried on the matress.

"No one will hurt you, I promise babe." Bokuto speaks in a sugary voice, the endearment sickens you even more than you already are. "Told them not to touch you until I tell them to, I swear."

It clicks then. Your eyes widen dreafully. Everything comes together at one point and an aching pang streams through your blood, warm tears double. Atsumu's words, Akaashi's strange behavior— your fate is sealed, if you dont do anything.

But what can you do?

"Please, don't", your voice is muffled and the fear of what future might have for you slips from your words.

"Sorry", it's all what Akaashi has to say. He knows he can't do anything better, but at least, when Bokuto lets him have a turn with you, he wouldn't be guilty that he couldn't apologise.

He hopes you dont hate him.

#/tsumutiny #haikyuu smut #tw.noncon #tw.yandere #tw.dubcon #bokuto x reader #akaashi x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto smut #akaashi smut #atsumu smut #lapis.bokuto #lapis.akaashi #lapis.atsumu #lapis.hq #lapis.hinata

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