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nicekillchanceballs · 3 years

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THEIR FAVORITE SPOTS TO PLACE HICKEYS

NSFW (minors dni!) Featuring: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader, Akaashi x fem!reader, Tsukishima x fem!reader (yes, gym 3 squad because i'm a hoe for them) Contains: SMUT, fingering, nipple play, rough sex, degradation, masochism, some mentions of blood, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunnilingus A/N: lately i am very addicted to genshin impact, help me! haha, so this is my first time writing smut, taking a break from my fluff works lol. anyway, thank you for those who like and reblog, we very much appreciate it ❤️️ -- sloth 🦥

Akaashi likes giving you hickeys on your breasts. It is a hidden spot because he does not want you getting stressed about covering it up the next day. He gets turned on by the fact that it is unseen by others like it is some sort of a secret sexual souvenir between the two of you.

Breathless, he pulled away from the kiss and hoisted you above the kitchen counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. "Are you okay, babe?" He panted while hitching your skirt higher. "The counter tiles are cold but it's okay, don't worry about me," you then bit his lower lip, making him groan. He hastily unfastened your button-down blouse and moaned when he felt you were not wearing anything underneath. His fingers then played on your hardened nipples. He broke away from your mouth and started trailing kisses down your jawline up to your collarbone. His fingers found their way through your soaked panties and flicked through your clit slowly. "You're so wet, babe." You wanted to say some snarky remarks but you couldn't find your words, only a moan escaping from your mouth as you threw your head back in pleasure. Akaashi then eased two fingers inside your pussy, making you gasp. His mouth sucked on one of your nipples while his fingers pumped in and out of your hole, his pace becoming faster as he felt your nails digging deeper into his biceps. "Babe, I-- I'm cumming," you cried out. "Already?" He teased, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast and sucked on it, hard. This pain added to the sensation, finally releasing the tightened coil formed in your lower abdomen, drowning you in pure ecstasy. Recovering from your orgasm, you have now the energy to tease him back. "It's your turn now, Keiji."

Tsukishima loves sucking on your shoulders and back. He is a degrading teasing bastard, so it depends on his mood if he will place a hickey in a spot where it can be seen by others or not. You'll just know it the next day. One thing for sure, he likes to place a lot of hickeys. A LOT.

He grabbed your arm and tugged you towards him, your back flushed on his chest. "You're really a slut, huh? I bet you think of him pounding you instead of me." He whispered darkly against your ear, his wood rubbing on the entrance of your dripping pussy. "W-what? No-- Shit!" You choked as he suddenly rammed his cock inside you, bottoming out in one swift motion. Tsukishima then bit your shoulder and aggressively sucked on it, tasting some blood on his tongue. You mewled as the pain shot a wave of electricity straight to your clit. He then pushed you on the bed, sending you on all fours. His hands gripped your waist tightly and started to thrust his hips, watching his cock disappear in and out of your little tight hole. He held back a long grunt, denying you the satisfaction that you make him feel so fucking good. He then brought his lips on your back and planted kisses before he sucked another hickey. This made you whimper, "Harder, please, harder!" He upped his pace and sucked another spot on your back, while his fingers found your clit and vigorously rubbed on it. "K--Kei!!" You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy spasming around his dick. Tsukishima couldn't hold back his voice anymore as he moaned loudly when he came inside of you. You panted as the both of you came down from your highs, with him pulling you to lay your head on his chest. "That's the loudest moan from you that I ever heard so far." You teased. He tried hard not to smile but failed. "Don't push it."

Kuroo is another teasing asshole so when you consented to him placing hickeys on your neck, well, that was cloud nine for him. You tried to hide the first one he gave you by wearing a turtleneck and he laughed his ass off. He then helped you by placing a cold compress for it to heal faster, then using a concealer to cover it up -- he is surprisingly good at it.

"Stop squirming, babe." He looked away from his game on the television screen and sneered down at you. "You're lucky I'm horny today or else I wouldn't be here straddling you and warming your dick." Your eyebrows furrowed, feigning annoyance. Kuroo's smirk grew wider. "I know you love it too." "Shut up, asshole." You blushed and buried your face on the crook of his neck. His cock throbbed as he felt your pussy tightened around him. Losing his control, he threw his game controller away and lifted your head so he can see your face. "You guys done playing already?" You asked. "Not yet--" He growled as he snapped his hips upward, his cock poking your cervix, making you gasp. "H-how about Kenma and the others?" You stammered as he thrust upwards again. "It's a team game, right?" You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation. "It's okay, they'll replace me--" Kuroo placed his hands on your hips and lifted you up and down. "Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned as his teeth tugged on your earlobe. He positioned your legs on either side of him, letting you ride on his cock. He then sucked hard on the thin skin of your neck, making you moan loudly. "Tetsu--" You whined as he held your hips in place and took over the rhythm, with him frantically thrusting his dick harder and deeper inside you. When you are nearing your orgasm, he stopped his thrusts, making you whimper in frustration. He smirked at you then stood up with his cock still buried in you, carrying you towards the bedroom. "Now the real game begins."

Bokuto goes feral when he sees the many hickeys he planted on your plush thighs. He can be possessive at times and these love bites mark you as his. He just adores your thighs -- he has this subconscious habit of running his large hands up and down them while watching television or squeezing them under the table during team dinners.

"Yes, right there, Bo, fuck!" You mewled as Bokuto continued to lap at your clit while his thick fingers plunged in and out of your slit. His other hand stroked his hard cock, now dripping in pre-cum. He then raised his head, looked at your fucked out face while rutting his wood into his hands. This encouraged him to up his pace, also making sure to brush over your g-spot. He then pulled his fingers out of you, held your thigh in place, and added another mark on your inner thigh, sucking on it, making sure that it will bruise over the next few days. "Stop Bo, please, I want you inside of me," you whined as you pulled his arms towards you. He happily obliged, hovering over you. He then rubbed his erection at your clit and entrance, gathering some of your fluids to lubricate his dick. Slowly, he inched his aching wood inside your pussy. You winced at first but eventually accommodated his thick cock. "That's my good girl, taking me so well." He cooed in your ear, making you tighten around him. He then started to thrust in and out of you, rhythm becoming faster as your moans became more erratic and louder. Your pussy creamed around his cock as you feel pressure pooling in your lower abdomen. Bokuto's grunts grew louder, which turned you on even more. "Babe, I'm gonna--" He rasped out as you felt his cum spilled inside your walls. You came after him with a splintering orgasm, squeezing on his cock even more. Panting, he softly smiled and rested his forehead against yours. "That's my girl."

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nicekillchanceballs · 3 years

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Taste.

Genre: Smut Contains: NSFW (minors dni) exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving) Synopsis: You are in dire need of a hook-up after being swamped with work all week. You opened your Tinder and miraculously matched with Osamu. Word Count: ~1.9k A/N: Took me so long to post again because I was swamped with school works. I apologize for another porn without plot eyyy. (check out the master list here !!). -- quokka 😆

You were in dire need of a hook-up after being swamped with work all week. You opened your Tinder and the first profile that popped up was Miya Osamu, the hot owner of Onigiri Miya, whom you had been secretly lusting on ever since you moved into the area a few months ago. You're not quite sure if it was the onigiri or the cook that made you come back to the restaurant every day, but you had been a regular ever since. With the way Osamu flushed every time you gave him flirty remarks whenever you passed by his restaurant (“this tamago onigiri’s really good, it makes me wanna kiss the cook”), you had good reason to believe your feelings were mutual.

The notification on your phone which flashed “It’s A Match!” confirmed your suspicion.

All the times you had secretly peeked on Osamu’s biceps while he prepared your usual order flashed in your mind and you were suddenly charged with a powerful determination to have the man fall apart with pleasure from you tonight.

A ping! from your phone pulled you out of your lustful thoughts.

Osamu had messaged you.

But thirty minutes had already passed and there was still no sign of Osamu. The delicious knot in your stomach when you pictured Osamu in your fantasy earlier was now slowly fading away. You were starting to get conscious of the judging looks of a few passersby. They were probably wondering why you were standing alone in the dark, at 11 o'clock in the evening, in a deserted parking lot across Onigiri Miya. You wished you had a better reason for them other than "coz I’m motherfucking horny” but… eh.

You were starting to think he stood you up when you saw someone entered the parking lot. It was quite dark but you could easily make out Osamu's pretty face underneath the hood of his cap.

"What took you so long?" You greeted from the shadows, making him jump.

"Hm?" He replied while reluctantly making his way towards you.

"I've been waiting for you."

"Really?” Osamu replied with a quizzical look. “You're the new girl from the apartment across, right?"

"Yes. I’m your hook-up for tonight."

He smirked. "Ooh. You’re very direct, I love that."

"I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I moved here," you purred while pulling him towards you through his jacket. “So, you said you wanna do it here in this parking lot?”

"Oh, hell yeah I'd love that," he replied with unexpected enthusiasm. He hurriedly popped a mint into his mouth and let you lead him to a more secluded area.

Once free from the unwelcomed eyes of passersby, he immediately captured your mouth into his while pinning your back on the concrete wall. You pulled his cap off and raked your nails through his hair. His tongue traced your lower lip, asking for entry, which you eagerly granted, and the taste of fresh mint overwhelmed you at once. You passed the candy through each other’s mouths until it finally melted between your tongues.

You grabbed his hand and planted it on your chest, letting him palm your hardened nipples through the cloth of your pullover. He slipped a hand underneath your sweater and heard him hum in satisfaction once he confirmed that you were not wearing anything underneath. You miserably failed to swallow your moans as his fingers played on your already sensitive nipple. You worried someone might hear you but the thrill of getting caught only turned you on even more.

He hitched your sweater up, commanding you to bite its lower hem to allow him easier access to your breasts. He nibbled on one of your nipples while his fingers teased the other. Your teeth tightly clenched on the cloth of your sweater, desperately but miserably failing to muffle your whimpers.

He stood straight once again and planted a trail of wet kisses on your neck. “Try to keep your voice down, puppy,” he murmured while plunging a hand inside your shorts. “Mmm. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” He taunted upon feeling your drenched panties.

“Oh god – yes, fuck” you cried out as he slipped a hand inside your underwear, his fingers swiftly finding your throbbing clit.

“Not bothering to shut up now, are we?” He panted against your ears, “you really wanna get caught don’t ya?” His fingers became more vigorous against your mound while his mouth continually explored the crevices of your neck.

You clasped a hand over your mouth, successfully stifling your cries. But Osamu suddenly sucked a hickey on your neck and you once again failed to bit back a moan. Your voice echoed into the deserted parking lot. You were worried someone might have heard you but was snuffed out of your thoughts when Osamu suddenly turned you around and pinned your front against the wall. You felt him thrust his hips against yours, his erection rubbing on your ass. He snuck a hand back to your clit while the other rubbed through your bare nipple. “Oh fuck – mmm” you whined before you could even stop yourself.

He planted another hickey on your neck. You bit the flesh of your own hand, successfully preventing a moan from escaping you.

“Good job, puppy,” he whispered before giving your nipple a pinch. The sudden sensation made you send out another moan into the night. He was certainly enjoying seeing you struggle to shut yourself up while he tortured you with pleasure, eager to see just how far you could go.

His strokes on your clit turned more vigorous, turning you into a whimpering mess, not even bothering now to keep your voice down, “fuck, fuck – ah, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop – fuck!” Your knees almost gave out as he finally drove you into a splintering orgasm. You let yourself collapse on the wall in front of you.

You turned around and put your arms around his neck. You let your foreheads lean against each other, your pants misting your lips.

“Now, let’s see how loud you can be,” you purred while stroking his erection through his jeans.

He buried his head on your shoulders, his breath tickling your neck. You fumbled on the button of his pants and massaged his dick through his boxers. He sucked on the thin skin of your neck to muffle his groans. You freed his erection and started stroking him slowly, determined to drive him into an absolute mess. “Shit,” he hissed into your ear, “I wanna fuck your mouth so bad.”

“Mmm, yeah?” You mewled while continuing to stimulate his cock painfully slow.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “I’ve always wanted to have my cock sucked by those lips,” he panted while rutting his hips into your hand.

Unable to resist his pleas, you kneeled in front of him and gave his head a tentative suck. “Mmngh. Fuck,” he groaned. He leaned a forearm against the wall in front of him while his other hand rested on the back of your head. You put a hand on his base and started exploring his cock with your tongue, eliciting more grunts from him. You slowly took his length into your mouth until the tip reached the back of your throat, making you gag. “Jesus,” he moaned, not even bothering to muffle his voice. He ran his thumb on your lower lip as you took out his entire member, “make me feel good, yeah?” he purred, to which you once again readily obliged.

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on the parts of his dick that you could fit into your mouth while your hand stroked the parts that couldn’t. He thrust his hips against your mouth, hissing as he felt your fingers brush against his balls. His tiny groans of mmm fuck, so good, made you want to please him even more. You bobbed your head as you took more and more of him, gradually upping the pace that you’re pumping him. “Fuck – yes, there, just like that.” You gently rubbed your fingers again through his balls and felt him ram his dick into your throat, making you forcefully gag.

“Ugh fuck. Sorry. Are you alright?” He asked, trying to look at the reaction on your face but failing to do so because of how dark it was.

You didn’t bother to reply. You ignored the tears that streamed down your cheeks and wrapped your lips around his cock once more. He threw his head back and gave out a loud groan when you started sucking him deeply, his cock occasionally reaching the back of your throat. “Oh god, please I wanna fill your throat with my cum,” he mumbled as he rolled his hips against you, both of his hands tightly grabbing on your hair. Your jaw was starting to ache and more tears threatened to spill from your eyes but a sliver of light illuminated Osamu’s face, and the look of utter ecstasy on it only made you want to let him fuck your mouth even harder.

“I’m close –fuck!” He let out a deep groan as he jolted multiple times into your mouth. Your hands clutched the sides of his thighs, determined to swallow every bit of his cum.

“Fuck. Felt so good, pup,” he panted.

“Hey,” you panted, looking up at him, “me too.”

“What?” He breathed.

“I’ve always wanted to have you cum down my throat, too.”

You and Osamu decided to continue your hook-up in your apartment. As much as you both enjoyed going down on him in public, you both agreed that you could fuck each other more properly in the privacy of your own room.

He let you step out of the dark first since the cap he was wearing got lost while you were both making out earlier. “My brother’s gonna kill me if I lost it,” you heard him mumble while fumbling in the dark.

You were halfway across the parking lot when someone suddenly called you from ahead.

“Hey! I’m so sorry, I’m not usually this late but something urgent happened in the restaurant. I kept on calling you but you weren’t answering your phone.”

A barrage of questions flooded your brain as you watched a second Osamu, his brown hair bouncing, as he jogged towards you.

You quickly looked back and saw another Osamu, emerging from the shadows, twirling a cap around his finger. Only, this Osamu had blond wavy hair.

“Atsumu?! What are you doing here?” Exclaimed the brown-haired Osamu at the blond Osamu.

“What are you doing here?” Atsumu shouted back.

“I’m meeting with her,” Osamu replied while planting himself beside you.

Atsumu’s eyes shifted quickly between you and Osamu, a few seconds passed before realization dawned on him. “Oh god!” He cried out, “I swear, ‘Samu! I had no idea! I thought she just really likes me and uses weird pick-up lines to – ”

“What the fuck did you do, ‘Tsumu?!” Osamu replied, rage building up in his voice.

“Oh my god,” you smacked a hand to your head as realization also finally dawned on you, “I sucked off the wrong twin, didn’t I?”

“Oh no, honey, you didn’t,” Atsumu smirked, “you sucked off the better twin.”

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nicekillchanceballs · 3 years

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HI I JUST WANTED TO SAY I AM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY PRESSED REPORT ON ONE OF YOUR POSTS I DIDNT MEAN FOR IT TO HAPPEN

LOL it's okay no worries!!

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nicekillchanceballs · 3 years

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Day 1 ◑

Pairing: timeskip!Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader Contains: crazy rich Kenma, cursing, making out (slight nsfw!), mentions of insecurities, slight angst (?) to fluff, mutual pining Word Count: ~2.9k A/N: I am so sorry for the slow updates! It’s graduation season for me and quokka (yeyyy!🎉). I think this can be a prequel to quokka’s work Look. hehe ❤ Anyway, I’m thinking of taking drabble or headcanon requests (be it sfw or nsfw) while I’m working on the other parts of this series. Just give us an ask! -- sloth 🦥 Listen to Day 1 ◑ here.

You'll always be my day one Day zero when I was no one I'm nothing by myself You and no one else Thankful you're my day one

"Really?" You paced back and forth in the famous Kodzuken's kitchen. "Kozume, why is he here?!" You snapped at your blonde friend while pointing at the direction of the living room, where a certain man you avoided for years now lounges on Kenma's couch watching an episode of Dr. Stone.

“Kuro is our friend, he knows a lot more about volleyball than me, so we can use that dork and his brain for my next content." Kenma nonchalantly took a sip of his chamomile tea while watching you having a slight meltdown. "I don't know what went down between the two of you, but please, just this time. I need your help."

"I don't know, you're very wealthy. You can hire other animators." You retorted, going out of your usual passive character.

"You know well that you're my favorite and my most efficient animator. No bullshit there. You also know stuff about volleyball." He calmly stated. "I need this video within a week and I don't like explaining the concept all over again to another animator. I’ll pay you triple the price, I promise." He gently pushed a cup of coffee across the table in your direction.

You stopped fidgeting once the aroma of coffee hit your nostrils. "Okay. I'll do this because you're my stinking rich friend who funded my internship abroad." You smiled at him and picked up the cup of caffeine you badly needed.

Kenma grinned. "The milk is in the refrigerator and the sugar is in the cupboard."

You are now inside Kenma's ‘office’. The shelves are stacked with games for his gaming consoles. There is also an arcade machine, and a transparent refrigerator housing alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks. There is also a large television mounted on one of its walls, with an extravagant-looking couch in front of it.

You are really trying your best to concentrate and draw on your corner using the high-end digital animating equipment Kenma has. Meanwhile, at the center of the room are Kenma and the video editor having coffee and chatting about working arrangements. On the other corner of the room is where Kenma's gaming computer is. Kuroo is currently using it, researching some stuff for the project.

For some unknown reason, Kuroo felt your eyes at his back so he quickly swiveled the gaming chair around to look at your direction. He flashed his signature cheshire cat half-smirk while his hazel eyes bored into yours. You instinctively rolled your eyes, put on your noise-canceling headphones, blasted your favorite music, and continued on with your work.

However, you don’t know why after all those years of knowing him, that stupid smirk of his still has this certain effect on you. You became neighbors and eventually became best friends with Kenma and Kuroo since middle school, but you just felt this impact from Kuroo since that certain day in your senior year of high school.

You found yourself gulping a full glass of water and sighing deeply to relax. You then buried yourself working in the project, avoiding Kuroo at all costs.

Hours later, Kenma tapped on your table. You removed your headphones and looked up at him. “I’ll just drive him to the bus station,” he said while motioning to the video editor.

You made an effort to keep a cool facade, but you’re actually panicking inside. “Okay. You’ll be back in a jiffy, right?”

Kenma just looked at you. Years of friendship with you taught him that you look internally screaming right now. “Yeah."

You whispered. “Kozume, please.”

"You'll be fine." He smiled at you and exited the room with your co-worker.

Only fifteen minutes have passed but it felt like hours already. Looking down at your work, you turned up the volume of your headphones to avoid any interactions with the other man in the room.

But it's as if Kuroo was born and raised in this world to annoy the hell out of you.

You felt the other side of the couch dip. You turned your head sideways to see him sitting an arm's length beside you. Your eyebrows furrowed in reflex annoyance. "What do you want?

"Still feisty, huh?" He chuckled while throwing his long arm on the backrest of the couch, his hand just barely behind your shoulders.

You removed your headphones, trying your best not to snap at him. “What do you want, Kuroo?”

“What’s with the last name basis? I thought we were friends.”

You groaned. “You’re still a piece of shit.”

“How’s the internship in London?”

“Good. Best year of my life. Because you’re not there to get on my nerves.” You stood up from your seat and went to the refrigerator to get a can of soda.

“I bet you missed me.”

“What? No. You wish.”

“And you’re still in denial, huh?” Kuroo crossed his legs.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“God, Kuroo, you’re so annoying.”

“You hate me that much?”

“Yes. Please leave me alone.”

“No can do, chibi-chan.” He smirked.

“Fuck you.” Butterflies suddenly erupted in your stomach. His smirk and that nickname would be the death of you.

Kuroo stood up from the couch and rolled his sleeves. “You’re so relentless, huh? I've been annoying you for years but you still won’t budge.”

“Yes. Because you’re a pain in the ass.”

“If you would only lower your pride, I would not be a pain in your ass.”

You scoffed. “What the fuck? Pride? You don’t know what you’re talking about, Kuroo.”

The door swung open. Kenma’s eyes darted back and forth between the two of you, then his eyebrows furrowed. “Are you guys fighting again?!”

The two of you just stood there, frozen. You are afraid of an angry Kenma more than anything else in the world.

“You.” Kenma glared at you. “Go to the rooftop and calm yourself down there. You look like an angry chihuahua.”

Kuroo snickered but it died down once Kenma’s scowl fell on him.

“And you Kuroo. What the actual fuck?”

“Can I just live here?,” you talked to yourself as you admired Kenma’s rooftop. It has a jacuzzi, some couches, a minibar and barbecue grill on the other side, and a small gazebo at the center.

But the most beautiful thing there is the view. The city skyline is now more breathtaking because of the sunset. You were always amazed by the color gradient of dusk -- orange, to blue, then purple.

You deeply inhaled as you sat down on one of the lounge chairs in the gazebo. You once again looked at the sunset and it reminded you of that day in your senior year of high school.

You are sitting on your bed as you look outside the window, seeing it was sunset already. The door of your bedroom suddenly swung open.

“What the hell happened to your arm?!” Kuroo exclaimed while holding a plastic bag full of your favorite food from the convenience store.

“Tetsu! Oh great, food!” You grinned. “It’s just a simple elbow dislocation, don’t worry,” you assured as you held out your good arm, beckoning for him to give you the heap of food. “Where’s Kozume?”

“He’s also down with a fever. Thirty-nine degrees celsius." He sat on the side of your bed opposite you. "What’s with my friends getting sick?!” Kuroo opened a chocolate bar and placed it on your palm.

“I think you're the bad luck among the three of us,” you said as you took a bite of the chocolate. “Are there any assignments that I have missed?”

“Why are you so mean to me?” Kuroo unwrapped an onigiri and munched on it. “You’re lucky, there are no assignments today.” You and Kuroo are in your senior year under the same class, while Kenma is in his sophomore year.

“Good. My doctor said I need to rest for a week before I can come back to school.”

“You better be. Next week is already finals! I will fix my handwriting so I can take notes for you, and I can also teach you if you want.” He grinned from ear to ear.

"Then the week after that, graduation already." You became a little bit sad as you’ll surely miss Nekoma High.

He gently poked at your arm sling. “What happened here, specifically?”

“I was about to do a diving receive but I landed on my elbow for some stupid reason.”

“I wish you became taller so that you can quit being a libero. For an accident klutz like you, being a libero is a very bad idea.”

“Hey, let me correct you, mister middle blocker. Number one, being a libero is not only for short people. Number two, I am just of average asian height, you’re the one here who is unusually tall.” You sighed, closed your eyes, and leaned on the headboard of your bed. “Even if I sustain numerous bruises and injuries, I’ll still choose to be a libero.”

The sunlight that seeped from the windows hit your face. Kuroo looked at you and took in every detail of your face -- your slightly unkempt hair, your long eyelashes, your rosy cheeks, your delicate nose, and your plump lips.

His eyes lingered on your lips for a moment. He suddenly felt his heart jump up and got stuck in his throat. His pulse rate became unusually faster.

He's always been like this. At first, he denied that he's fascinated by you. But when he learned that you also have an ugly hyena laugh, that you also make science dad jokes, that you also liked fish and mild curry, and that you also liked Mikasa more than Molten...

Then it suddenly hit him hard. He really is head over heels for you. All this time.

You're also just too dense and oblivious to realize it.

Kuroo gently leaned towards you. “Hey.”

“What?” You opened your eyes and turned your head sideways to see that Kuroo's face is literally an inch away from your face. His eyes darted again on your lips.

He then leaned closer and gently captured your lips with his. You closed your eyes as you felt your brain short-circuiting. The kiss was slow at first but you eventually reciprocated. He put his hand behind your nape to deepen the kiss.

Flustered, you broke away and looked at him with wide eyes. "Wh-- What was that, Tetsu?"

He is a blushing mess as well. "I... I have always liked you since day one.”

"Wh-- Is this some kind of a bad joke?" You felt downcast as you remembered all the pretty girls and cool guys that are confessing to him. You always have been insecure about yourself and you know that you are no match compared to them.

No matter how much you like him, you know that he deserves someone better.

And you know that someone is not you.

"What?!"

“It’s not funny, Kuroo.” You stood up from your bed and walked towards the corner of your room, away from him as far as possible.

He stood up as well and panicked because this is the first time that you called him by his last name again. “It’s not a joke! I’m sorry I kissed you, but I really like you, I swear!”

“You’re dating Sakura-chan, right?” You are referring to the captain of the Nekoma cheerleading squad, who is clingy to him lately.

“No, we’re not dating! I’m not some asshole that would kiss his best friend while he’s dating another person.”

“Get out.” You said with a faltering voice.

“You also like me, right? I can feel it, don’t deny it!” He took a small step towards you.

“Get out of my room.”

“Hey--”

“Kuroo, get out of my room!” You shouted, your voice breaking.

His shoulders slumped in defeat. “Okay. But remember this. I will do everything to make you admit that you also like me. Everything.”

“Good luck with that, because I will not.”

“Yes, you will.” He grinned weakly at you and exited your bedroom.

You flopped on your bed. Oh god.

You opened your eyes and you realized you fell asleep on the lounge chair. It is already dark, but the string light bulbs provide enough lighting to illuminate the rooftop. You looked at your wristwatch and estimated that you took a nap for ten minutes.

Kuroo suddenly emerged from the rooftop sliding door. You stood up from the chair and took a few steps in his direction. Normally you would throw an insult at him, but you’re just tired for this day so you just stood there and shut your mouth. You leaned on one of the pillars of the gazebo and crossed your arms.

He cleared his throat. ‘Kenma will be here for a while.”

“Speaking of the devil.” You looked at the sliding glass door and Kenma was just behind it, not entering or whatsoever. He’s just standing there and just looking at the two of you.

He then immediately locked the door.

You ran towards him. “What are you doing, Kenma?”

“I’m the youngest of us three, but the two of you are the real babies here.”

Kuroo knocked on the glass. “Kenma, open this up.”

“No. I won’t unlock this door until the two of you make up,” Kenma said as he walked down the stairs without a second glance.

You groaned as you made your way to the mini bar, grabbed two bottles of beer from the small refrigerator, and opened them. You handed the other bottle to Kuroo.

“Thanks,” Kuroo said as he sat in one of the couches near the minibar.

You followed and sat beside him. You then took a swig of your beer. “I’m so tired. I give up. I’m so sorry, Kuroo. I’m so sorry for always snapping at you.”

“I’m sorry too because I annoyed you for so long. I had this fantasy that you like me too but I think I need to move on. Maybe date other people for real.” He fiddled with the label of his beer.

“What do you mean 'for real'?”

“I have not dated anyone since high school.”

“How about your Instagram posts?”

“Oh, my posts?” He chuckled. “I just hired them to take pictures with me so I can make you jealous.”

“You spent money on that?”

“I told you. I would do everything. I know you stalk my profile.”

You would usually protest at his statement, but you have no more energy to banter. “Yeah, I do stalk you.”

“You do?”

You just nodded.

“Why are you pushing me away? God, I really thought you liked me too. Now I feel like a harasser.”

“No, no! You’re nothing like a harasser.” You felt guilty that he felt that way. “I... I actually liked you too. I am pushing you away because you deserve someone better. I’m just this little piece of shit and you’re... you’re like a demigod or something. I think you deserve someone at your level.”

“What?!”

“I said you deserve better.”

“That’s not for you to decide.”

“But--”

“So you’re pushing me away because you’re insecure about yourself?”

“Y-yes.” You realized that you’re the real asshole between the two of you, not him. “I admit it is very unfair of me to lash out at you just because I’m insecure about myself. I’m very sorry, Tetsurou.” You felt your eyes tearing up because of the guilt enveloping you. “Oh fuck. I’m very sorry.” You buried your face into your palms.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. I deserve not only better. I deserve the best.”

You just nodded, wiping tears that fell on your cheeks. “Yes. Yes, of course, you do.”

Kuroo put two fingers under your chin and made you look at him. He beamed. “You’re that best for me, chibi-chan.”

More tears streamed from your eyes. “Oh god no, I feel so bad.”

“Please stop crying. You look like a weeping chihuahua.” He teased, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“Why do you and Kenma always call me a chihuahua?”

He just chuckled. “So I am not imagining things? You liked me, ever since?”

“Yeah. I have liked you since day one too.”

His eyes softened.

“I’m so sorry!” You sniffed. “I will do everything to compensate for all the shit I have done to you. I am very sorry, Tetsu.”

“Stop apologizing. Just be mine, yeah?” He gently smiled.

You gathered all your courage to pull on his collar and smash your lips against him. He quickly reciprocated the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth.

All those suppressed feelings and unrelieved sexual tension for the past years have finally burst.

Kuroo snaked his hands on your waist, then pulled you onto his lap to straddle him. You then put your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Your one hand ran through his bedhead, eliciting a deep groan from him. Meanwhile, his hands just glided up and down your sides, making you quiver.

He broke away from the kiss and planted open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, down to your neck. A moan escaped your lips. This made him suck hard on a soft spot on your neck, leaving a visible hickey.

“You guys are so gross. Please don’t do that here in my house.” Kenma just stood there, leaning against the minibar.

The two of you immediately stopped. You stumbled away from Kuroo.

“Kyanma!” Kuroo shrieked as he grabbed a throw pillow to cover his hard-on. “How long have you been standing there, you pervert?!”

You sat beside Kuroo and laughed. “I never pegged you as a dirty man, Kozume,” you teased, but you just really want the earth to swallow you whole right then and there.

Kenma just rolled his eyes, but deep inside, he’s happy that the three of you can finally hang out normally. But the thought of his two best friends banging made him uneasy.

“I told you guys to make up, not to make out.”

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Me & You ◑

Pairing: timeskip!Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader Genre: FLUFF, slice(s) of life Synopsis: You and your boyfriend Bokuto took a walk down memory lane. Word Count: ~4.5k words A/N: Sorry for the late update! I have been busy with my other stuff. So, this work is dedicated to quokka, who is a certified bokuto simp 😆 I actually enjoyed writing this because Bokuto is just so cute and pure 🥺 Basically, this is a story full of Bokuto boyfriend headcanons, lol. I hope you guys enjoy it too even though it is long! -- sloth 🦥 Listen to Me & You ◑ here.

It's just me and you Now we're taking in the view We can spend the rest of our days Way up here, just me and you

“Babe, where do I put this?” Bokuto grinned and showed you your beat-up ironing board. It was already worn out but it is a gift from your grandmother so you don't have the heart to throw it away.

“At the laundry room, Bo.” You smiled back.

“Got it!” Your boyfriend lifted the heavy object effortlessly and carried it to the laundry area. “I love you, babe!” He shouted from inside the room.

You chuckled. He has this habit of shouting that he loves you every chance he gets -- even if you are only going to the kitchen to get a glass of water, or to the garden to water the plants, or to the bathroom to pee. “I love you too!” you yelled back, a slight blush creeping on your face. Even if he told you that he loved you probably a million times already, he never fails to make your heart flutter, as if it was his first time saying it to you.

You got up from sitting on the floor. There are still so many boxes to unpack, you thought as you stretched your arms. You sighed softly and made your way to the bedroom. “Bo! If you need me, I’m unpacking boxes in the bedroom!”

“Okay, babe! I’ll clean up here in the laundry room for a bit!” He yelled back, as you heard sounds of shuffling from where he was, probably because of him moving stuff around.

You hummed happily as you strutted towards the bedroom. You and Bokuto have just moved into your new shared apartment. Its location is very convenient for both of you --- it is very near the hospital where you work, and it is also near the gym where the MSBY Black Jackals practices.

There are many boxes littering the bedroom, and you decided to sort first the box with a very big BOKUTO scrawled on it. You opened it and it was full of his gym clothes and team uniforms. You folded them neatly and placed them inside the closet. When you pulled out the last piece of clothing inside the box, you saw that at the bottom of the box is an inconspicuous-looking wooden box the size of your palm. It has no locks or whatsoever, it is just a plain brown wooden box.

You picked it up and shook it, hearing that it had some objects inside it. You glared at it as if staring at it would give you some x-ray vision or something. I’m so curious about what is inside the box. But he will be mad at me if I open it. Without thinking, you fumbled at it and slowly opened the lid.

“Hey, hey, babe?” Bokuto is at the bedroom doorway, his huge eyes locked at the thing at your hand.

Alarmed, you quickly closed the box shut and placed it on the bed. “B-bo! I did not see what’s inside, I swear!” You felt your hands turn cold as you kept stuttering apologies.

With an unreadable expression, he just closed the distance between the two of you and picked up the box from the bed. He just also stared at it in his hands. The silence is suffocating you because it is unusual for him to be this quiet.

‘Well, I think this is the perfect time.” He finally spoke, a slight smile curving his lips.

You sighed in relief. “Perfect time?”

He sat down on the bed and patted the space beside him. You obliged and sat next to him, confused about what was happening. Bokuto then opened the box and you saw some trivial, random, small things inside.

You can’t help but ask, “What are those, babe?”

“Well, these are my prized possessions. I will introduce them to you one by one.”

Kind of weirded out but amused, you smiled. “Okay.” You look up at him and you can feel his excitement.

He first grabbed a dirty pencil eraser from the box. “Remember this one?”

You recognized the object. “H-hey, that’s mine!”

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“Bokuto, your mathematics peer tutor is already waiting at the library.” The teacher handed him a slip. “Just show this to her, okay?”

Bokuto nodded and ran all the way to the school library. He entered and he saw you sitting at a table near the window, the sunlight from the windows lighting up your gentle features. Bokuto felt his heart hitch a little, but maybe it is because he ran earlier? He doesn’t know.

“Hey, hey, hey!” He grinned at you, handing you the slip of paper the teacher gave him. “I am Bokuto Koutarou.”

You looked up at him and smiled warily, afraid that the librarian might scold the two of you for being loud. “Hey. I will be your math peer tutor for the time being. The usual tutor is on excused absence for a week, he has chickenpox.” You mumbled as you felt yourself drowning in his large, golden eyes. You just mentally slapped yourself to bring yourself back to reality. “Please sit down, Bokuto-san.”

He took the seat across from you and placed his bag beside him. “Oh, you’re the new student from Third Year Class 6, right?”

“Yeah,” you just nodded, surprised that the famous Fukurodani Volleyball Club captain and ace knows about you.

“So many intelligent people in Class 6…” He muttered. “Where are you from?” Bokuto inquired as he brought out his textbook and pencil case from his backpack.

“I’m from Hyogo. Inarizaki High.”

“Oh, so you knew about the Miya twins?!”

“Yes, of course, they are very famous, but I do not know them personally.” You recalled that your only interaction with them was at the school canteen when they asked you if the onigiri stall is already open.

“I’d like to play against them one day,” Bokuto declared. “But first, I need to know how to solve these math problems.” He groaned as he ran his fingers through his gray-black hair. “Whose great idea was it to combine letters with numbers?!”

You giggled. “Oh, can I see your previous exam? We can start from there.”

He then handed you his paper. Upon seeing his score, you tried your best to keep a straight face. “Okay. We will solve these problems one by one so I can see which items you had the most difficulty with.”

“These are impossible!” Bokuto grumbled in frustration.

“Hey now, they are not impossible, they are just hard.” You assured him.

“Okay. Let’s do this!” He perked up as he started re-solving question number one. “Can I borrow your eraser?”

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“That’s my eraser! I thought I lost it in our classroom or dropped it in a sewer so I just bought a new one.” You said as you grasped the battered pencil eraser. It is so worn out that you are afraid that it may crumble at the slightest pressure.

Bokuto scratched his head. “I was about to return it to you but I saw you have a new one so I decided to keep it.”

“Why would you keep it?”

“Of course I liked you back then, you dummy.”

You scoffed. “Dummy? Oh, really?” Your hand found its way to an item inside the wooden box --- a thin, red ribbon. “This. I remember this one.”

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You struggled to knot the red ribbon around the dainty paper bag containing volleyball-shaped mint chocolates that you made. “Argh, it is not symmetrical,” You complained as you undid the ribbon and tried to tie it again. Satisfied, you sigh and feel the trembling of your hands as time passes by. You looked around and no people in sight. Only you, the bench you are sitting on, and the falling leaves from the trees lining the school grounds.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto called from far away. You literally jumped from your seat.

“H-hey, Bokuto!” You stood up from the bench where you are sitting, hiding the little paper bag from Bokuto’s sight.

“Why did you call me here?” He leaned on the railings near the bench. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to hang out with you lately, the volleyball club is busy fixing stuff, you know, with us third years graduating.”

You and Bokuto became friends because of your tutoring gig. Although not the type of friends that are always together because the two of you have very different circles of friends, the both of you still find time together like having studying sessions before exams, or texting random thoughts at night, or eating lunch together at least twice a week, or celebrating at yakiniku places after exams, or raiding the nearby convenience store when there is a sale.

“Yeah, it is only a few weeks then we will finish high school, huh?” You stood beside him near the railings. “I just called you here to say congratulations personally, I mean, damn! Second place out of fifty-two schools?!”

“Thank you so much!” He laughed.” But you did not even watch a single game. I think we can be the champions if you were there.” He pouted.

“H-hey, in my defense, we are also busy in the newspaper club. I am sorry.” You scratched your head, getting frustrated. Bokuto, what does that mean? If I am there? What does that mean? You mentally complained.

“It should be you from the school paper that covered the Spring High Tournament, not those snobby dudes.” He is talking about the newspaper club’s sports journalists.

You glanced up at Bokuto, “Those two snobby dudes are our sportswriters, of course, they will be there.”

“It would really mean a lot to me if you were there.” He looked at you, seriousness written all over him.

Your brain short-circuited. You felt all heat run to your cheeks. Without another thought, you blurted out, “Bokuto, I like you!”

His large eyes widened even more. “Really?”

“Yes.”

He cleared his throat, also flustered. “Hey, I like you too but I’m sorry, I’m not yet ---”

Shit, I know where this is going, you thought. From that split second you knew that you were so fucked. “Stop right there! Don’t say anything.” You gently shoved the paper bag containing your homemade chocolates into his hands.

“Oh, thank you!” He smiled. “Now, please let me explain ---”

“No need to explain, Bokuto. I understand. Happy Valentines’ Day.” You weakly smiled and walked away.

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“You rejected me, remember?” You chortled while playing with the ribbon between your fingertips.

“I did, I’m just flooded with things at that time... but I really planned on asking you out after graduation! But the day after graduation, you immediately ran away back to Hyogo!”

“Yeah, I admit that I am wrong at that part. I chose to be stubborn and did not hear your side. Also, I need to immediately run away because I need a scholarship because my family is not rich, and medical college is expensive, okay?” You laughed and punched his beefy arm. “I remember those days when I was swamped with many entrance examinations and interviews. Dark days, dark days.” You returned the ribbon inside the box.

Bokuto picked up a bottle cap from the box. “Let me tell you the story of this one.”

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“You’re such a dumbass, Bokuto.” Konoha bluntly said.

“I know, Konoha.” Bokuto groaned as he took a swig of his beer while fumbling with its bottle cap.

“I am sorry Bokuto-san, but I agree with Konoha-san on this one,” Akaashi said as he flipped the row of yakiniku on the grill. “Why reject her when you will ask her out later?”

“I want to be the one to ask first! I have this whole day planned already. And didn’t you guys listen to my story? She kept interrupting me when I wanted to explain, like I am spiking but I am being blocked by a very tall middle blocker, you know?” He explained as he motioned a spike. “I really think I’m the one who was rejected here! That’s also the time many volleyball teams are contacting me for the league, and I don’t know, my poor brain is all over the place.”

“Speaking of teams, have you chosen already, Bokuto? Washio asked as he took a yakiniku and chewed on it.

“Not yet. How about you?”

“I’m thinking of EJP Raijin.”

“That’s a nice team, Washio!” His eyes lit up for a bit. “I’m envious, I hope I can make up my mind and choose already.” Bokuto rested his chin on his palm, pouting.

“Bokuto-san.”

“Akaashi?” Bokuto looked at the setter who was looking at his phone.

“Has the MSBY Black Jackals contacted you?”

“Yes. But their base is in Osaka, and it is very far from Tokyo.”

“But Hyogo is near Osaka.” Akaashi beamed.

Bokuto stood up, finally connecting the dots. “And she is in Hyogo!”

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“That’s why I continued my tryout for MSBY.” He grinned at you. “I followed you here all the way from Tokyo!”

Your boyfriend may look big and tough on the outside, but he really is just a big softie especially for you. You don’t know what you did, or whose life did you save, or whose divine being blessed you to deserve someone like Bokuto Koutarou. He is so loving that you are afraid that you are subconsciously taking advantage of his kindness even though you are not doing anything wrong. You also don’t know why he is so in love with you, but you also know one thing for sure -- you also love him as much.

“Really Bo… Sometimes I feel bad that you want another team but now you’re stuck here in Hyogo with me.” You brushed a stray hair from his forehead.

“Of course not, babe! I am really happy that I chose MSBY, I mean, I’m with Tsum-tsum and Chibi-chan!”

“Yeah, you guys are pure chaos, I wonder how Sakusa-san and your other teammates tolerate the three of you together.”

He just laughed. “Well, we are not that bad.” He returned the bottle cap inside the box and picked up a grocery receipt. “I think you know what happened with this one.” He grinned.

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You are still upset because you lost your phone on the bus. Now, you are using your old, ancient phone you used way back in middle school. You also have this guilt of not being able to properly say goodbye to Bokuto before you went back to Hyogo. That phone was the only way you can do that, but now it is gone.

Being frustrated makes you hungry so you stepped out of your house and went to the nearby small grocery store.

“Sorry, ma’am, we have no stocks of yakiniku meat anymore.”

Disappointed, you bowed at the saleslady and made your way out of the market. I need meat. You groaned as you absentmindedly boarded the bus going to the nearby city. After minutes of travel, you finally exited the bus and went to the largest warehouse supermarket in the area. I will riot if there is no meat anymore.

After entering the large grocery, you immediately went to the meat aisle, practically running. You don’t care about the people looking at you, you just want your yakiniku, go back home, grill it, and drink in peace. Finally, you spotted the meat that you wanted and grabbed it.

“Hey! That’s my meat!” Someone shouted. You whipped your head in the direction of the loud person.

Your eyes dilated at the sight before you --- gray-and-black hair and large amber owl-like eyes.

“Bokuto?!”

“Y-you!” He uttered in surprise. “Why are you not answering my calls?!”

“I lost my phone!” You yelled back. “Why are we shouting?!”

“I missed you!” He practically screamed, catching the attention of the other shoppers. “I missed you so much!”

You just stood there, frozen. You are exhausted, you want to cry, but you are also very happy.

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That was the happiest barbecue I ever had.” Bokuto smiled warmly as he placed back the receipt inside the wooden box.

“Even though the meat we ate was not fresh anymore because it was so late at night back then?”

“Yes! Every food is delicious as long as I eat it with you.” He beamed at you. “I’m so happy that you are my girlfriend because we have the same taste and love for food!” He pinched your cheek so hard it left a red mark.

“Ouch.” You rubbed your cheek and looked at him adoringly. “Bo, I really think I don't deserve you. You’re too pure.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Babe, we're already six years together, and you always never fail to find a way to say that.” Bokuto cupped your face in his hands. “I hate it when you doubt yourself. You’re so amazing, babe, I hope you can see that. You’re so awesome in everything you do. I mean, you bring dead people back to life!” He let go of your face and tucked stray hairs behind your ears.

You always feel like melting when he looks at you like that. “Thank you so much, Bo, but I am a doctor, not a necromancer.” You chuckled. “And you are the most amazing one here.” You teased.

He laughed. “Of course, I’m the best!”

You smiled, knowing that he loves it when you praise him. You retrieved a ticket from the box. “Oh, this is the ticket for your first match as a regular, right?”

“Yes! Of course, I won’t forget that day. We won!”

“I had fun watching that game! The winning point was your cross-shot!”

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Bokuto was overwhelmed with the cheers and applause. Hugs from teammates also drowned him but he was so happy. His eyes immediately scanned the bleachers to find you.

“Bokuto!” You flail your arms so that he can spot you. “Congratulations!” You shouted and he grinned back. He was then pulled by his teammates for a group photo and a short team briefing.

After the team meeting, Bokuto immediately left the crowd to find you. You are not at the bleachers anymore so he ran around the arena just to find you buying a drink from the vendo machine.

“Hey!” You said as you saw him walking towards you. “How’s the best player of the game?”

Bokuto stopped in front of you. “Please go out with me already. Please be my girlfriend.” He said in a hushed voice.

“Why are you whispering, Bokuto?”

“Earlier after our win, I wanted to ask you out by shouting across the court, but I remembered you did not like it when I shouted at the grocery, you turned red as a beet and did not talk until you went back to your original skin color…” He mumbled.

“Yes, Bokuto.”

“Yes? Do you agree? Me as your boyfriend?

You smiled and nodded, but you noticed he was shaking. “Bokuto? Why are you quivering?”

“I am so happy, I want to shout.” He said with a blush and a wide grin.

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“You still shouted, though.” You giggled as you returned the ticket. “A security guard even approached us to ask us if everything was fine.”

“I can’t help it, okay? Too much adrenaline.”

“Plus I think you downed two energy drinks before that match. Please don’t do that again, it might hurt your heart.”

“Yes, doc!” He placed a kiss on your nose.

“Okay, what other items do you have there?” You peeked inside the box again. “I-is that a condom wrapper?!”

“Yes!”

“That’s kind of gross, babe.” Your smile is now mixed with disgust. You can’t help but laugh.

Bokuto picked it up and waved it at your face, laughing with you. “You remember this one? It was our first monthsary!”

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You were cuddling on the couch while watching a romantic comedy movie Bokuto “randomly” picked on Netflix. The both of you decided to just hang out at Bokuto’s apartment for your monthsary since the two of you have very tight schedules -- you with your everyday examinations and him with his daily team practices. As usual, he was the big spoon, with his arms wrapped around your waist.

A hot, torrid kissing scene was playing on the television right now. You felt Bokuto squirming.

“Bo, are you okay?”

No answer. He just buried his head in the crook of your neck.

“Hey, Bo---”

“Babe, please help me.” He whimpered. “I’m hard.”

You felt his stiff cock on your back. You tried so hard to suppress your chuckle because you just recently learned that the smallest of these kinds of scenes are enough to rile Bokuto up. There was this time when the two of you were watching Titanic and the nude Rose painting scene came up -- he immediately turned off the television and begged you to just go to the mall with him. You just love him and his pureness.

You turned around to face him. “Hey, I love you, Koutarou.”

He looked up at you and that’s it. It's like something snapped inside him and he lost all control. He quickly hovered over you and kissed you hungrily.

“I love you too, babe.” Bokuto whined as he struggled to unbutton your pants. He moaned softly as he licked your earlobe. “You have no idea.”

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“Stop waving it at my face! Why the hell would you keep a condom wrapper, Bo?” You playfully slapped his hand away. “Please throw it away.”

“Of course I would keep it because it was memorable for me! I have always wanted to do that.” He pumped his eyebrows up and down.

“Always?” You sneered as you watched him place the condom wrapper at the bottom of his box.

“Yes! I think you should give me an award for self-control. And no matter how many times you call me gross, I won’t throw the wrapper away.” He grinned.

“Okay, babe, whatever helps you sleep at night.” You sighed.

His face immediately became serious as he picked up a small heart figurine. It was not just the usual heart shape, it was the shape of an anatomically correct heart.

"Oh, that is so cute, Bo!"

"Yeah, right?" He grinned proudly. "I saw one night that you were studying the heart in your heavy anatomy book."

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"Babe, here's your order!" Bokuto placed a cup of black coffee and a stack of mini pancakes he made on your table. "Please take a break first." He placed a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you Bo, sorry my table is so messy." You organized the papers scattered around your desk. "Damn our professor and his last-minute 100-item exam announcement."

He looked at your human anatomy book. "Is that the heart, babe?" He put one arm around your shoulder, brought his face nearer the book and squinted. "I never knew the heart has this many parts! I wonder how you medical students memorize them!" Bokuto then stood up, walked towards your bed, and sat on the edge of it.

You swiveled your chair around to face him. “That’s our secret, Bo. We never memorize it.”

He laughed and looked at you adoringly.

“I’m so sorry babe, but I really need to pass this exam. I promised that we will hang out but --”

“Hey!” He interrupted you. “No need to be sorry, okay? You know that I will do anything to help you, right?” He hugged the large owl plushie that he gave you on your third anniversary. “Even if you tell me to catch a wild boar because you crave meat after studying, I will do it for you.” He grinned.

You smiled back at him. “God, I love you so much Bokuto Koutarou.”

Bokuto felt his heart beat faster. “I love you so much too but please stop it! I am trying so hard here babe.” He held his thumb and pointer finger close together. “I am this close to dragging you here in your bed, stripping you of all of your clothes, and the next thing you will know it is already morning, and you need a wheelchair to get to your school to take an exam you did not have time to study for.” He whined.

You just sat there, blushing, and at the same time, trying to suppress a laugh.

“Don’t just sit there and make fun of me! Drink your coffee, eat your pancakes, and study!”

“Yes, sir!”

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“Yeah, I remember that one. We still ended up banging though.” You chuckled. “You were whiny all night.”

“Yeah! But also just a nibble at your earlobe and you’re a goner too.” Bokuto laughed. “You still aced the exam though. As expected of you.” He glanced at you fondly.

“That’s your last item from the box, Bo?”

“Yes.”

You looked up at him and you saw him with a straight face, his large eyes boring into yours. You felt like drowning in his eyes again, just like how you felt when you first met him at the school library years ago.

Bokuto then opened the small heart-shaped figurine and you saw there was a silver ring inside. It is simple, thin, with a very small diamond at the top -- just how you like it to be. Panicking, you stood up from the bed, eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is that-- Are you proposing?!”

He also stood up. “Y-yes I am! Are… Are you indirectly rejecting me again?!” He remembered the Valentine’s Day that you confessed to him.

“No, no!” You ran to your luggage at the corner of the bedroom and rummaged through it. You pulled out a small, black, velvet box containing a ring you bought a month earlier. You walked back in front of him.

“I know this is not how I planned it to be but I will do it right now!” You are speaking too fast, afraid that Bokuto might interrupt you. “You know what my plan is? After you win your game next weekend, I will shout and propose to you all the way from the bleachers!”

“But you hate that stuff, babe!”

“What? I don’t hate it! It’s just out of my comfort zone, but I’m also willing to do things you like and love! You have done many things for me ever since from the start, that’s why this time, I wanted to be the one to propose to you.” You immediately got down on your knees.

To your bewilderment, Bokuto also knelt in front of you.

“What are you doing, Bo?”

“Proposing?”

“I said I should be the one proposing to you, Bokuto.”

“No!” He pouted.

“You’re so stubborn, babe!”

“Let’s just do it together!”

“Okay?”

“At the count of 3?”

You counted. “1--”

“Will you marry me?!” He shouted.

“What the-- I thought we’ll do it together?!”

He tackled you on the soft, carpeted floor and hovered over you. “I won! I was the first one to ask!” He planted many small quick pecks on your face.

“You’re very stubborn, Bo.” You playfully pushed his face away.

“So I’ll take that as a yes?” He smirked.

“Obviously, you dummy. I mean, we have all the time in the world, right? You and me?” You cupped his cheeks in your hands and looked at him with all your love.

He softly smiled back. “Yes, babe. Me and you.”

Check out my Love Me ◑ Series here.

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nicekillchanceballs · 3 years

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I Might ◑

Pairing: timeskip!Akaashi Keiji x gn!reader Genre: Hurt/comfort, a little bit of romance and fluff? Synopsis: You just wanted your coffee. Instead, you got a stranger together with your drink. Word Count: ~3.7k A/N: I never thought this would be so long please don’t get bored. I also apologize for any grammatical errors, I am so rusty, lol. This is my first work in my Love Me ◑ series. Thank you!! -- sloth 🦥 Listen to I Might ◑ here.

It’s hard to vanish without a trace And whose idea was this in the first place? I might, I might, I might Fake my death tonight So we can start a whole new life

You always have been a regular of this coffee shop you're in right now. Ever since you were a university student, up until now that you're a writer for a lifestyle magazine, you always make sure to visit this café at least every 3 months to unwind and relax -- even if it meant that you will have to starve yourself for days so that you can have the money to treat yourself at this hidden gem of a place.

You ordered your usual. Upon receiving your drink and pastry, you took a seat and table on the balcony outside overlooking the lake below. You are the only person here because the other customers are inside the shop utilizing the fireplace and heater. It is kind of chilly, luckily, you sport a thick cardigan on. You took a deep breath and the scent of coffee, cinnamon, and pine trees helped in calming your nerves down.

As you took a sip of your caramel macchiato, you are mentally listing the reasons why this place became your go-to spot. First, it is located in a place up in the mountains, so it is very cold and only a few people are braving to go here. Second, the coffee and pastries this place offers deliciously hits your coffee-loving sweet tooth. For you, no amount of Starbucks or Tim Hortons can compete with this café. Lastly, and the most important, this place witnessed and cured you of your misfortunes and depression. Every time something bad happens, being the introvert that you are, you tend to go off the grid to escape and do your "soul searching", and this place helped you with that.

You brought out your journal and pen, scribbling random thoughts that fill your overactive brain. Your friend, who is a psychologist, advised you that whenever you feel overwhelmed, you can write the feelings or things that seem to engulf you. “It somehow will help you in releasing your frustrations instead of bottling it up,'' she said.

You looked up and admired the view this place has to offer. The sky is painted pastel orange with hues of blue and purple. You noticed that fog is already forming below, hugging the pine trees around the lake. The lagoon is calm as ever, reflecting the already setting sun. You smiled as you basked in peace and contentment.

However, your tranquility was kind of disturbed when the balcony glass doors opened and a tall man with short, black, tousled hair occupied a seat two tables away from you. He looked like he stepped out of a men's fashion magazine -- he was wearing black-rimmed eyeglasses, a beige turtleneck, black jeans, a long brown coat, and a satchel sling bag. He then settled his tray with his own coffee and pastry on his table. You immediately turned your head away, afraid that this beautiful man may have caught you staring. You felt heat from your cheeks forming as you carried on scrawling in your journal. He's so beautiful, you thought.

However, as you continued to write, you remembered the face of your boss making your blood slightly boil. Well, the reason you are here is because of the stress in your workplace -- asshole superiors, some good-for-nothing co-workers, shitty salary, unreasonable work hours, and your list goes on. Once I gained my needed years of experience, I will immediately resign, I swear on the grave of that ungrateful boss bastard. This anger made you forget about the pretty man meters away from you.

Little did you know that he is also staring at you. He noticed your furrowed eyebrows and the intensity of you jotting away at your notebook. He also noticed your reddened cheeks and the breath vapor that formed as you huffed in exasperation. He was not the one to be observant towards strangers (it is only his friends that he is concerned about), but you have this certain aura that entices him. He smiled as he gulped his black coffee, pulled out his laptop from his bag, opened it, and checked some emails.

You estimated that ten minutes have already passed and you are still writing, anger somehow dissipating when suddenly you heard a loud "Hey, hey, hey, can we talk to the manager?” inside the coffee shop. You sighed because now, your peace is totally disrupted. You whipped your head to look at the commotion inside and you saw a tall man with spiky gray hair and black streaks wearing a black hoodie and jeans. That loud guy was accompanied by another taller man with messy, spiky black hair wearing a white t-shirt tucked in his slacks. The store manager then approached them. What’s with very tall, beautiful people today wanting coffee? You thought.

Shrugging, you looked again at your notebook. Without thinking, you stole a glance towards the direction of the man seated meters away from you. You saw that he was pale and his eyes were wide, frozen in shock. His gaze fell upon you, realizing that you were looking at him. He immediately scrambled from his seat and briskly walked towards you. You instinctively panicked. What is happening?!

He stopped beside your seat and he instantly crouched down, as if hiding from something. You looked down at him, your eyes also a notch bigger than normal from shock. He then softly whispered, “Under no circumstances you will tell anyone, especially them --” he motioned towards the two men inside the shop -- “that I am here. Please.” His emerald eyes are practically begging you. Hypnotized by him, you just nodded. “I’ll just hide in the comfort room, just knock four times when they are gone.” He said and then clambered away from you, making his way towards the bathroom.

You took a deep breath and sighed loudly. You are very confused as to why the man was hiding. Is he a serial killer? Are the two tall men inside detectives or something? Or are they kidnappers? Hitmen? Is the pretty boy gonna be abducted? Your mind was in overdrive. You thought of just packing up and leaving the establishment, but you sympathize with the man you just spoke with. You don’t know why, but you can relate to him.

Your musings are interrupted as the lights in the balcony lit up. Oh, the sun has already set. You glanced at your wristwatch and it was already 6:30 PM. You heard the balcony doors open and the tall, black-haired man entered, with the gray-and-black haired man following suit. Oh, shit, they are here to question me.

“Hi.” The man with black hair smiled at you. “I am Kuroo, and the noisy one there is Bokuto.”

Bokuto is smiling widely, walking towards you but is distracted by the view of the city skyline. He ran and stood beside the balcony railings. “Man, it is beautiful and cold here in Miyagi!”

Kuroo scratched his head, “I apologize for my loud friend, but have you seen a man this tall ---” he gestured his hand just near his temples, demonstrating the height of the man you spoke with earlier -- “he has green eyes and black-rimmed eyeglasses.”

“Yes, yes, he looks preppy,” Bokuto said as he finally walked towards your seat.

You cleared your throat. You have this habit of clearing your throat when you are nervous. “No, I haven’t seen anyone with that description.” You lied as you nervously sip your now cold coffee.

“Oh really?” Bokuto pouted, deep in thought. He then looked at Kuroo, pointing at the other table. “That looks like his laptop and bag.”

You almost choked on your drink as you realized that the man left his things at his table. Shit. Your mind quickly formulated a shitty lie. “Uhm, it is a girl -- an employee that is seated there, not a man.”

“Employee?” They said in unison.

“Yes. An employee of this coffee shop. That’s her laptop. They are doing interviews earlier. Job openings…” You trailed off.

The two men just nodded. Bokuto sighed loudly. “Where did Akaashi run off to? I am getting worried. He’s gone for a week already! His ex-girlfriend is so mean!”

“Hey now, he is a grown-ass man okay? I know he knows what he is doing. Let’s just resume the search tomorrow, shall we?” Kuroo patted his friend’s back.

Bokuto looked at you with his somber, amber, owl-like eyes and said, “Thank you for your help. We are very sorry for disturbing you.”

“So we’ll leave you alone now, thank you again.” Kuroo nodded at you and the pair started walking out of the balcony. You awkwardly smiled at their backs.

When Kuroo closed the balcony glass doors, you noticed his cat-like eyes lingered on you for a moment, glimpsed at Akaashi’s table, and at you again. Maybe it is just the lighting inside the coffee shop, or it is only your imagination, but you saw a small, sly smile forming on his lips. He finally turned his back and walked away.

What the heck was that? Did he know that I’m lying?! I am really a shitty liar. You ran your fingers through your hair. You then stood up and glanced around, ensuring that the two men were really gone. You immediately went to the bathroom and knocked four times. There was no response but you can hear shuffling inside. You immediately went back to your seat on the balcony.

Minutes later, Akaashi emerged from the door, went to his table, and started to gather his things. Oh, he’s leaving already, what did I expect? You thought as you softly face-palmed yourself.

“Can I sit here?”

You removed your palm from your face and looked up at Akaashi. You felt your eyes widen again. “You... You were not leaving?”

“No, not yet.”

You just nodded and removed your bag from the seat across you. He then took the said seat.

"So.." He looked sideways, afraid to meet your eyes because of embarrassment. "I think I owe you an explanation."

You just nodded again, still dumbstruck by his charm.

“To start, I am Akaashi Keiji, well… You can call me Keiji.” He took a sip of his coffee. “And contrary to what Bokuto said earlier --”

“You heard them earlier?” You finally spoke, interrupting him. Oh god, he must have heard my pathetic lies earlier.

“Uhh, yes. Those two are so loud, they sound like they swallowed microphones or something.”

You chuckled at his snarky comment. “Yeah, they really are loud.”

“Anyway… Thank you so much for what you did earlier. I am truly sorry for dragging you into this.” He scratched his head. “Good thing they fell for your alibi.”

“Yeah, Bokuto fell for it. He must really miss you.” You broke a small piece from your chocolate chip cookie and munched on it. “But for Kuroo… I don't know. I think he knows.”

“Oh, Kuroo? He really is a pain in the ass.” Akaashi rolled his eyes and sighed. “So to continue, contrary to what Bokuto said earlier, it is not because my ex-girlfriend dumped me. It's been three months ago already. I kind of expected it because I caught her cheating so many times I cannot count it with my two hands.” He said nonchalantly while holding up both of his hands.

How can he be so cool about being dumped?! You thought, then you noticed that although calloused, he has very nice hands. Blue veins were prominent in his palms, running up toward his long, slender fingers. You want to punch yourself for noticing that at this time. Hey, stupid self, this is not the time for simping on a stranger!

He continued, “I disconnected from everyone because everything is overwhelming me. My job, my boss, bills, rent… Adulting is very hard, you know?” He droned on as he fiddled the cup sleeve of his coffee. "Also, I have always wanted to be a literary editor, but instead, they assigned me as an editor in a manga magazine."

You wanted to ask how he went off the grid because you’re interested in doing that too, but he continued on ranting.

“I am usually a calm and collected person.” Akaashi gulped again on his coffee. “I usually handle problems like a breeze, not even my friends can recognize that I have problems because I immediately find ways and solve them with ease. But now, I think I reached my tipping point, and it’s very hard to keep up with this front anymore. I am just tired, then I find myself driving away from Tokyo, and here I am.” He stared into your eyes, expecting for you to say something. Akaashi surprised himself that he bared his vulnerabilities upon a stranger.

Well, you are also astonished just the same. You realized it is getting serious.

“So.. how long have you been into hiding?”

He counted in his mind. “Today is the sixth day.”

You cleared your throat again. "Since you're very honest with me, can I be very honest with you too?"

He looked at you and nodded. "Yes please. I need it."

"Promise that you won't be mad or something?"

"I promise."

"Okay, let's start." You cleared your throat again because you're nervous. "First, it's okay to admit that you're hurt because your ex-girlfriend broke your heart."

"I am not hurt--" He muttered in protest.

"Ah ah ah." You interrupted him. "Your nonchalance about it did not match the way you narrated it. Too many words for someone who did not care."

Akaashi's eyes widened, as if slapped by the truth. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, okay, I think you're right." He exhaled loudly. "I gave her so many chances…" He trailed off.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Maybe later." He looked at you and in all seriousness said, "I am Akaashi Keiji and I admit I am hurt. My heart has been broken. Luckily, very recently, I think I am healing."

You smiled at him. Her ex-girlfriend must be stupid to dump a guy this pure and well.. good looking. “Okay, good, good!" You exclaimed as you took another bite of your cookie. "Well, I don't know if this helps, but I just learned that love is like trial-and-error. Some people get it right the first time, but most of the time, you will try, and try, and try, until you get it right…" Your voice trailed away.

Akaashi looked at his untouched croissant. "Yes, I think that helped." He flashed a faint smile and looked up again. "I'm ready for your next one."

"Okay. Here it goes. Yes, I very much agree that adulting is very hard."

"Right? They did not teach this in high school, nor in university." He poked his pastry.

"I cannot give insights on adulting because I'm going through it too, you know? I am just as lost as you." You removed the cup sleeve of your coffee and toyed with it. "But I can assure you, you and me, we are not the only ones lost. We just have to deal with asshole people, I guess?"

"Yeah. Fuck asshole people." He grinned.

You chuckled. You don't know why a sudden warmth spreads through your chest. Maybe it's because you made him smile? Or the fact that you, a stranger, comfort him? Or the relief that you are not alone dealing with the pressure of adulting? Or maybe all of the above?

"Ready for the third one?"

"Yeah."

"I am pretty much aware that I'm in no position to tell you this, but damn, editor already at such a young age?"

"It's not my dream job, though." He retorted.

"But you're still young." You smiled softly, even though you envy him. In the magazine company where you're working, you're only a writer, nothing more, nothing less. "You must be pretty awesome to be an editor already. You still have plenty of time to reach your dream job. No need to rush, it is not a race." Even though you're jealous of him, you can't help but be in awe of him. Good looking plus smart? Damn. I need to stop simping.

"Yeah." He rested his chin on his hands. "Once again, I guess you're right. What am I in a rush for?" He nodded. "Even though I just met you minutes ago, why are you easy to talk to? Why are you so good at this?" He looked at you with his bright, green eyes.

"Believe me, I don't know. I am usually silent but here I am, babbling things to a stranger.” You shrugged, chuckling. “I am only realizing these things now because of you. Earlier, I was down in the dumps too."

"I am going to ask you later why you are in the dumps, but in the meantime, I am ready for the next one."

You purse your lips. "Okay, Keiji, you must rejoice because this is the last one."

"Okay. I'll brace myself."

"Here it goes.” You held his gaze. “I think you're too hard on yourself. You need to loosen up."

He just blinked at you.

You folded your coffee cup sleeve and slowly tore it as you spoke. "Also, expressing emotions is not a sign of weakness. I think you are tiring yourself out because you keep a front that you are strong, that you have no problems.” You noticed that he winced. “Because of that, you get drained. You must remember that you are just as vulnerable as everyone."

He took a gulp of his now cold coffee.

You continue to tear your cup sleeve. “You don’t need to change how you act after this. You can still be withdrawn with your emotions towards others, I mean, it’s not easy to change yourself after one night, right? But the only thing important here is you need to be honest with your feelings. You should not apologize for how you feel. Also, it is never wrong to ask for help from others. If you’re hurt, acknowledge it. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, acknowledge it. If you’re tired, acknowledge it.”

You exhaled, looked up at him, and saw his eyes were watery.

Shit, is he about to cry? “H-hey, I am sorry --”

His tears finally fell. “Oh.” He touched his cheeks wet from the tears and flinched. “It’s weird. It does not stop.” He pointed at his eyes with a slight panic in his voice.

You felt your eyes water too as you grabbed your packet of tissues inside your bag. “Here, you can wipe them if you want.”

“Thank you.” He removed his eyeglasses and wiped his cheeks. “I cannot stop it.” His tears are still streaming like a waterfall.

“Good lord, when was the last time you cried?” You asked, concerned.

“I-- I can’t remember. It’s a long time ago, I guess.” He sniffed, wiped his tears again, then weakly chuckled. “I am sorry for crying --”

“Ah ah ah.” You interrupted again. “Repeat after me. You should never ---”

He cut you off, “Never apologize for how I feel. Also, be honest with my feelings. Ask help from others.”

You smiled. “Great.” It then took about a good five minutes until his silent crying stopped.

He cleared his throat. “Hey. Thank you. Crying feels good.”

“It is not in my intention to make you cry, but you’re welcome, I guess?”

He chuckled. “Uhm, do you want another drink or pastry? It’s my treat.” He offered while he wore his eyeglasses again.

“Really? Wow, thank you.” My broke ass won’t let this one pass.

“On one condition. You’ll tell me about yourself too.”

“Okay.” You beamed. “But I think you’ll be bored.”

“Nope. I am all ears.” He smiled.

“Excuse me.” A barista walked to your table and smiled at both of you. “We will close in ten minutes, any additional orders?”

The both of you shook your head and thanked the barista. He went inside again.

You looked at your wristwatch. "It's almost midnight already?!"

"Really? Time flies so fast." Akaashi said. You did not see it but he looked at you with his soft eyes.

“So... Let’s go?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The both of you packed up your things and went inside. He bowed to the store manager, then the both of you exited the coffee shop. It was so cold outside that you could see your and Akaashi’s breath. You tucked your hand inside your pockets.

“Hey. Did you also tell the manager about Bokuto and Kuroo?” You asked him.

“Yes. Thank god she is also cooperative.”

“You really thought about this, huh?”

“Of course. However, tomorrow, it’s finally time for me to appear before my friends.”

“I think Bokuto will bawl his eyes out.”

The both of you laughed.

When your giggles subsided, Akaashi spoke. “So…”

“Yeah, uhm, I’ll go this way.” You pointed at the other path. “The cabs are this way.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you, Keiji. Goodbye.” You smiled at him and started to walk away. I like him, I like to know him more, but god, he just came from a breakup. If I get attached, that would count as taking advantage of a vulnerable person, right?! You overthink as you felt your heart getting heavy with every step you take. I am very much going to regret this tomorrow. Very much. You continued to walk down the narrow path, thinking about the many things that happened today.

You are seriously pondering when you suddenly hear Akaashi shout your name, making you stop in your tracks. You turned around and he immediately appeared from your view, running, and halted in front of you.

“W-wait.” He panted, catching his breath. “You told me to be honest with my feelings.”

You just blinked at him, already panicking on the inside.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. “Please input your phone number. I want to see you again.”

“B-but Tokyo is far from Miyagi --”

“Ah ah ah.” He copied the way you interrupted him earlier and smirked. “It will be worth the drive.”

You felt your heart beat faster as if it wanted to escape your ribcage. “Okay.” You mustered as you typed your number in his phone and thanked the gods that it is somehow dark or else he will see your tomato cheeks right now.

You looked up at him and handed him his phone with your cold, trembling hands.

“This not a fake number?”

“What? No.”

“Just making sure.” He smiled at you.

The moon has never been so bright that night.

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Love Me ◑ Haikyuu Series

A/N: Hello! I just randomly thought of this project. I love Haikyuu and I love Honne's album Love Me/Love Me Not, so I thought I'll write fluff and comfort fics based on the first half of the album (which is the Love Me part) the Love Me Not part has sad songs and I don't think my heart can handle writing angst fics, maybe next time lol Thank you very much! ♥ -- sloth 🦥

Track 01 ║ I Might ◑ Akaashi Keiji x gn!reader (hurt/comfort, fluff) It’s hard to vanish without a trace And whose idea was this in the first place?

Track 02 ║ Me & You ◑ Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader (fluff, slice of life) We can spend the rest of our days Way up here, just me and you

Track 03 ║ Day 1 ◑ Kuroo Tetsurou x gn!reader (slight angst to fluff) You’ll always be my day one Day zero when I was no one

Coming Soon. List to be updated.

Track 04 ║ I Got You ◑

Track 05 ║ Feels So Good ◑

Track 06 ║ 306 ◑

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nicekillchanceballs · 3 years

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Five Senses Series

This is a collection of smut and fluff stories I am writing featuring my favorite haikyuu characters. List to be updated. Thank you! -- quokka 😁

LOOK. x fem! reader fluff, smut

LISTEN. Kageyama Tobio x Hinata Shoyo smut

TASTE. x fem! reader smut

Coming Soon:

TOUCH.

SMELL.

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Listen.

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Hinata Shoyo (the night before Hinata's flight to Brazil) Warnings: NSFW!! Genre: SMUT, dash of comedy Synopsis: If teenage Hinata and Kageyama ever acted on the sexual tension between them, I think this is the farthest they could go. LOL Word Count: 1.5k A/N: This is the second installment of my five special senses series lmao (check out the first one here and the master list here). -- quokka 😆

It was the night before Hinata’s flight to Brazil.

Hinata and Kageyama were on their way home from having dinner with the whole team. It was a quiet and windy night; the only sound accompanying them was the clink of Hinata’s bicycle.

They were just about to part ways when Hinata broke the silence between them. “Hey, do you still have your grandpa’s collection of volleyball videos?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna watch it again?”

“Huh? Okay. But how about your flight?”

“Eh. It’s scheduled in the afternoon. I can sleep over.”

“You’re sleeping over?”

“If you don’t mind.” Hinata said, stifling a yawn. “I’m all stuffed from all the barbecue we ate earlier. I just wanna sleep.”

“Then why don’t you head straight home instead, idiot?”

“Your house is nearer.”

“Idiot.” Kageyama grumbled. Silence, apart from their footsteps, engulfed them once again.

There was no one home at Kageyama’s tonight.

“Put it on, quick!” Hinata yelled as he plopped himself in front of the television.

Kageyama, too tired to argue, begrudgingly went upstairs to take the box of his grandfather’s volleyball tapes but found Hinata snoring loudly on the sofa when he returned.

“Hey, idiot,” he growled as he slammed the box of tapes on Hinata’s stomach.

“Urgh.” Hinata sprang up, turning his head quickly from side to side. “Who’s there?!” He exclaimed; his fists raised in front of his face defensively.

“You’re spreading your grime on the couch.” Kageyama snapped. “Shower first before you sleep.”

“Oh, okay. Get me a towel. And let me borrow a change of clothes.” Hinata murmured while trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

“You get one yourself. I’m not your butler.” Kageyama said, kicking his friend off the couch.

Kageyama found his friend sound asleep on his bed when he came out of the bathroom.

Hinata’s drool stained the pillow he was snuggling; his hair still wet from the shower.

“Tsk. Don’t hog the bed.” He said while squishing Hinata’s unconscious body against the wall.

Kageyama forced himself to fit on the remaining half of the mattress, his back facing Hinata. It didn’t take long before sleep overcame him as well.

He couldn’t remember how long he’d been drifting off when he was suddenly awakened by a peculiar sound coming from the inner side of his bed.

“Mmmh.”

At first, he tried to brush it off as something that just slipped from his dream into his consciousness.

“Ugh. Hmm.”

This time, he was sure he wasn’t dreaming. But still, his eyes remained closed. Must be the wind, he thought to himself.

“Hngh. Ahhh.”

Now the sound was accompanied by squelching noises. He kept his eyes shut, although more forcefully this time. No, it might be coming from outside, he convinced himself.

“Hahhh. Oooh.”

Kageyama’s back stiffened, he dared not turn around, afraid of what he’d see if he did. His brows furrowed above his tightly shut eyes, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, he chanted as the squelching noises behind him quickened.

“K-Kageyama… ahhh.”

Kageyama’s eyes snapped open.

“You motherf – ” He exclaimed, absolutely certain that his friend was messing with him. Kageyama quickly turned around, expecting to see Hinata convulsing in silent laughter, but the view that greeted him almost sent him rolling off the bed, if not for his body’s automatic response of freezing up whenever he sees something that shocked him to his core. Hinata’s convulsing, alright. But not because of mirth. But more because of… pleasure?

Hinata’s eyes were shut tight; his eyebrows corrugated in utter concentration. His mouth was opened midway, from it came huffing noises and occasional moans of delight while his hand rapidly moved up and down his completely exposed shaft.

It was too much for Kageyama’s brain to process the scene unfolding right next to him. His mind short-circuited from the many questions that flooded his brain the first millisecond he caught Hinata jacking off.

What baffled him more was the way his unblinking eyes remained firmly glued to Hinata. He didn’t know why he kept staring. Or why he just kept on laying there, frozen, instead of driving his friend out of his room for doing such a horrid act on his own bed. Or why he didn’t feel even remotely repulsed despite seeing his friend’s precum drip into his sheets. Or why his heart seemed to hitch up into his throat when he once again heard Hinata’s ecstasy-laden voice mutter his name. Or why he suddenly had the urge to bite Hinata’s lower lip when he saw him lick it in between huffs. Or why instead of disgust, he felt a hot ball of lust travel from his stomach down to his crotch, when some of Hinata’s warm load landed on the bare parts of his leg.

It felt like Kageyama forgot to breathe, only remembering to do so when his friend finally found release. Unbelievably, after his orgasm, Hinata went straight back to snoring; his hands wet with cum, and his limp dick left exposed.

Did he just masturbate while he’s asleep?! Kageyama thought incredulously. Unlike his friend, he couldn’t quite find enough peace to resume his sleep after what just transpired. He could feel his heart’s pulsations up to the back of his throat and the spot on his thigh where Hinata’s cum trickled couldn’t seem to stop from tingling. Not to mention the painful erection he was now sporting between his legs.

Why the hell did I get hard from that?! He thought while staring at Hinata’s cum-stained hand. He was about to reach for the towel on his bedside table when Hinata plopped his cum-filled hand right on Kageyama’s cheek.

“Idiot Kageyama. Idiot.” Hinata mumbled in his sleep. “Toss… Nice. Kageyama. Toss,” he murmured while spreading more cum on the paralyzed setter’s cheek.

A chuckle escaped Kageyama before he could even register how completely ridiculous it was to laugh after having spunk smeared on his face. Although nothing could beat the ridiculousness of what he did next – as if in a daze, Kageyama pulled Hinata’s hand towards his own mouth, brushed it momentarily with his lips, and licked some of the cum off it.

He hadn’t been able to realize the gravity of what he just did until he saw Hinata’s brown eyes, wide with shock, staring at his own.

“W-what are you doing?” Hinata mumbled with a shaking voice.

Kageyama found himself surprisingly calm despite being discovered in such a compromising state. What surprised him even more was the confidence he felt as he closed the gap between the two of them, his lips swiftly finding Hinata’s. He nibbled on Hinata’s trembling lower lip, his tongue demanding entry inside his friend’s tightly shut mouth.

“Kageyama. No.” Hinata puffed amidst Kageyama’s insistent kisses. “Stop!”

Kageyama instantly ceased after hearing the discomfort from Hinata’s voice. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. The heat inside him quickly turned into an icy block of shame and embarrassment.

“What – what were you thinking?!” Hinata exclaimed.

“I’m sorry. You started it, though.” Kageyama mumbled.

“W-what?”

“You were panting my name while touching yourself earlier.” Kageyama’s eyes unconsciously traveled down Hinata’s exposed member.

“W-what?! How did you – ” Hinata’s voice hitched when he saw his half-erected dick hanging freely from the overly sized shorts he borrowed from Kageyama. “Oh my god!” He yelled as he crossed his legs, desperately trying to hide his penis from view. “Oh god, I – I was dreaming! I thought I was! This is –”

“There. Now we’re even.” Kageyama declared as he casually put his own erected penis out of his boxers. Hinata’s jaw dropped, nearly falling off its hinges. A part of his soul seemed to have escaped through his mouth.

“Argh! Put it away! Put it away!” Hinata screamed while plastering his back on the wall. “Oh god, why is it big?! I – I mean hard?! Hard!” He yelled frantically as his hands tried to block Kageyama’s enormous wood from his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Kageyama mumbled as he tucked his dick back in his shorts. “Just turn around so you won’t see. It might take a while t-to go down.”

“Okay.” Hinata obliged at once, squishing his body against the cold wall.

The awkwardness between them thickened with every second that passed. It was Kageyama who first dared to break the deafening silence between them.

“Hinata.”

“W-what?”

“It hurts.”

“W-what? Y-your p-peepee?”

“Yeah.”

“W-why?"

“’Cause it’s hard.”

Silence loomed over them once again. Kageyama was just about to drop the whole ordeal and force himself to sleep when he suddenly heard Hinata croak “m-me too.”

Hinata’s response sent a wave of fresh heat throughout Kageyama’s body, scorching his insides and bidding him to abandon rational thought. He shuffled closer to Hinata and brushed his lips gently on his nape. “Kageyama… Wait…” He heard him protest as he slithered an arm underneath Shōyō’s oversized shirt.

“Tell me to stop,” he mumbled with trembling breath while his fingers traced circles on Hinata’s midriff. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”

The ringing silence gradually became more and more deafening with every second that he waited for his friend’s reply until Hinata turned around and smashed his lips against Kageyama’s.

The sound of their mouths clumsily slurping on each other overwhelmed Kageyama’s senses, sending shots of electricity on every part of his skin that Hinata touched. Hinata’s whimper as he planted a wet kiss on his neck sent a luscious sensation directly to his already aching crotch. He felt their erections brush against each other. With fumbling hands, he freed Hinata’s shaft and brushed the dripping precum from its tip. He took his own cock out of his shorts, positioned it beside Hinata’s, and started pumping both of their dicks with his hand. He once again devoured Hinata’s already parted lips, stifling their moans. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths inexpertly; spit dripped down their chins as they failed to control the rhythm of their haphazard kiss.

“Hinata,” Kageyama panted before he could even stop himself.

“Hm?”

“Hinata…”

“Yeah?”

“D-do you feel good?” He panted against Hinata’s mouth.

“Yeah.” Hinata moaned.

“Me too.” Kageyama moaned back, “so good.”

“Kageyama,” Hinata whined. “I think I’m – ”

“Me too.”

They locked their lips together, muffling their groans as their hips buckled wildly against each other. Hinata clasped a hand over Kageyama’s, forcing him to speed up the pace towards their climax. Their hands pumped vigorously until they were both sent convulsing uncontrollably by their orgasms.

They both laid panting on each other’s mouths. Their heads remained low; both afraid to look at each other’s faces. Neither of them dared to see the aftermath of what they just did. They slept with their bodies facing each other but their eyes never met.

When Kageyama woke up the next day, Hinata was gone.

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Pairing: timeskip!Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader Genre: SMUT, fluff, dash of comedy because bokuto is so adorable Warnings: NSFW (because smut), mentions of body insecurities, and Kuroo being a hot tease Synopsis: Because it is summer, you and your boyfriend Kuroo went to the beach with Bokuto and Akaashi. However, you and your boyfriend’s hotel room is weird... Word Count: 2.7k A/N: Hello, sloth here! we are hoes for haikyuu (haha). This is the blog's first post written by quokka. Please enjoy!

“Damn, Kuroo. You got the kinky room.” Bokuto chimed with a whistle as he looked around your hotel room.

“The fuck are you saying?” Kuroo replied while setting down both of your luggage in front of the mirrored closet at the foot of your bed.

“This room’s got mirrors all around. Look,” Bokuto said in between gulps of his energy drink, “you got a mirror above the bed’s headboard, you got these mirrored closet doors at the foot of the bed, a full-length mirror beside the bed, and this,” Bokuto continued while tracing a humongous square in the air with his beefy arms, “big ass mirror right above your bed. Must be super hot having sex in this room.” He muttered with puckered lips.

“Only a big-headed narcissist like you would enjoy doing it like that, Bokuto.” Kuroo retorted.

“It’s true, man.” Bokuto replied. “It’s really hot watching yourselves in the mirror while doing it.”

“Yeah, and you probably slap your own ass while doing it, too.” Kuroo snickered.

“Hey, I don’t!” Bokuto whined. “Tell them it’s not true, Akaashi.” He muttered while tugging at his boyfriend’s shirt sleeve.

“I don’t know, Kou. I probably saw you do it about once or twice.” Akaashi said while forcing down a chuckle, instantly sending you and Kuroo guffawing.

“I didn’t. Y’all lying. I never – didn’t…” Bokuto muttered in revolt.

Kuroo and Akaashi poked a bit more fun at Bokuto, his weak protests sending the three of you doubled-up with laughter. The fun, however, ended abruptly once Bokuto puffed-out his cheeks – a gesture you all knew was an early indicator of an impending sulking bout. You all then struggled to keep your faces straight and started on your parting words for the time being.

“Alright. So, we’ll meet you in two hours?” You said while trying to sound casual, hoping to steer the conversation away from Bokuto.

“Yep, see you then.” Akaashi replied. “Come on, ace. Let’s get you some rest first, alright?” Akaashi gently said while smoothly wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist.

“Okay.” Bokuto weakly muttered.

“I’ll grill you some beef later, okay? I’ll give you some of my half since I’m still full.”

“Really?”

Their conversation trailed off gradually as the pair made their way towards their own room. You heard Bokuto mumbled “so mean…” on the corridor before Kuroo shut the door completely.

“Oh, god, this view is amazing.” Kuroo exclaimed upon checking the veranda overlooking the pristine beach just in front of your hotel room.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind and rested your head on his back. “Yeah, this is really worth the three-hour drive.” You sighed dreamily despite not having seen the view yet yourself.

Instead, you closed your eyes and let yourself be swept by the huge wave of calmness that overwhelmed you as you took in every sensation around you – Kuroo’s scent admixed with the sea, the warmth of his body against yours, the sound of his gentle hum blending with the soothing waves, and the softness of his lips as he kissed each of your hand.

Kuroo turned around and cupped your face in his hands. He then gave your forehead, nose, and lips quick but gentle pecks. “Ah,” he sighed deeply, “I’m right where I need to be.” He whispered as he pulled you tightly to his chest – which you were extremely grateful for to better hide your flushed face from him.

“Years together and your charm still hasn’t waned, Tetsuro.” You muttered while burying your face even more on his chest.

“Damn right, it hasn’t,” he said playfully as he gently rocked you from side to side, “and it never will.”

Looking at your own body in the mirror had always been torture for you. Especially at times like these when you had to look at it half naked.

You particularly picked a bikini top with thick straps and a high-waisted shorts as your beach attire to hide the unwanted flabs you have in your body. You remembered being satisfied with how you looked the first time you wore it but somehow, today, everything just didn’t look right – your belly kept on spilling on the side, your boobs looked lopsided, your arms were too pudgy, your thighs were like a mass of cellulites – basically, you looked just like a horribly shaped muffin.

You braved to wear a two-piece bikini today since you did not want to be the weirdo who wore board shorts and t-shirt on the beach but you were now deeply regretting that decision now.

The door of the bathroom suddenly opened. Kuroo had just gotten out of the shower and your eyes met through the mirror.

“Oh, what a fine piece of specimen we have here,” he greeted at once using an exaggeratedly slick voice. Your eyes fell on his perfectly toned chest and abs, and you felt your humiliation with yourself grew more.

“I look hideous,” you grumbled.

He noticed the anxiety in your eyes and quickly closed the distance between the both of you. “Why? What’s wrong?” He asked as he stood beside and looked at you through the mirror.

“I don’t wanna wear this. I look like unkneaded dough.”

“How? I don’t get it.” He said while ruffling his hair with a towel. “Are doughs supposed to look this sexy now?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“What? Really, I don’t get it. You look great.”

“He said nonchalantly with his perfectly toned body and Adonis face.” You scowled.

“What are you snapping at me for?” Kuroo complained, “I am serious. I like this look. I dig it. You look hot.”

“You’re just saying that so we could go outside already.” Right now, you knew that you were just probably annoying him with all your whining. “Just tell me straight. It looks bad, right?”

“No. You look great.”

“No, be honest, Kuroo.”

“I am being honest!”

“Tsk.”

“Look, if you’re not comfortable with this outfit, then let’s just change into our rash guards.” Kuroo said patiently while hugging you from behind.

You slumped your shoulders in surrender. “Okay, I’ll just –” you were just about to walk away from the mirror to change but Kuroo tightened his hold around you, locking you into place.

“But not until I engrave this picture in my mind.” He said as he began trailing kisses on your neck while still locking your gaze through the mirror.

“Hey, we’re gonna be late. Bokuto and –” You tried to squirm your way out of his arms but your resolve got weak when the trail of his kisses reached your ear. It took most of your energy to fight down the moan that almost escaped your lips.

“It’s probably a good idea anyway, not to let you out like this,” he whispered breathily, “I don’t want some random bastard’s filthy eyes lusting over you. I want this view all for myself.”

“Alright, Tetsuro,” you sighed heavily, “you’ve humored me enough. Time to meet with the guys now.” You said while trying hard to ignore the butterflies jumbling your insides.

“Mmm. Not yet.” Kuroo burrowed his head on the crook of your neck. He pressed his body closer to you as he placed a hickey on the thin skin of your neck.

“Tetsuro,” you tried to whine in protest but the thickening lust in your voice betrayed you.

Kuroo let out a soft groan as he thrust his hips against you, “Mmm, you felt that, babe?” He murmured while nudging his wood on your ass. “You gotta take responsibility for this. I’m already rock hard just looking at you.” He whined as he licked your ear once again.

“No. Later. I still have to change.” Your weak objections sounded like pleading sighs instead as you felt him repeatedly grind his hips against yours.

“No, I’m not satisfied yet.” He held your gaze again through the mirror, his eyes clearly burning with lust. “It’s fucking ridiculous how hot you are in this.” He groaned as he dove his hand inside the cup of your bra. You instantly threw your head back against him as you felt his fingers graze through your nipple. “Fucking ridiculous,” he groaned once again. You looked at him through the mirror and saw his face contort with ecstasy as he explored more of the skin underneath your bikini top; his lips, meanwhile, were busy ravishing your shoulders with love bites.

His hands briefly left your breasts as he hastily unbuttoned your shorts. He brought a hand back underneath your top while the other voyaged through your already-soaked panties. “Mmm. Fuck, you’re so wet, babe.” He moaned as he massaged that sensitive mound of flesh below you.

He was stimulating your clit excruciatingly slow, making you grind your hips uncontrollably against his fingers. “Please, Tetsuro. Stop teasing.” You whined as you hooked a hand up against his neck.

“Can you see now? How absolutely fucking hot you are?” Your eyes met again through the mirror and the sight of the both of you, drunk in lust, sent new waves of pleasure in the pit of your stomach.

“Yes. Fine. I got the message now,” you complained. “Now, can you please just – ahhh.” He flicked your clit with sudden renewed vigor that almost sent you collapsing on your knees. You threw your head back once more and clutched tightly on his hair as you near your climax. “Fuck, Tetsuro.” You moaned loudly as he fingered you into orgasm.

You turned around to plant your lips sloppily against his; tongue, teeth, and spit all mashing on a completely lust-drunk kiss. With mouths still entangled, you sent yourselves lumbering towards the bed. Once you felt his legs bumped the side of the bed, you hastily pushed him on it, wasting no time to straddle and grind against the towel covering his massive erection.

“No, babe. Ugh. Wait.” Kuroo struggled to say between moans. “I want to do it another way.”

“What?” You panted as you continued to grind against him.

“Stop.” He pleaded, to which you begrudgingly obliged. You sat beside him and watched as he removed the towel covering his waist. He positioned himself in front of the full-length mirror beside the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs wide opened; his full erection displayed in its full glory.

You stared at his reflection in the mirror and was instantly dumbstruck by his beauty. He caught your eyes through the mirror and patted the space between his legs, motioning for you to sit in front of him. You then obliged while averting your gaze from the figure reflected in front of you.

“Look,” he said as he lifted your face, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.

Compared to him, you looked like an utter mess –unkempt hair, belly rolls, gapless thighs, burly arms – basically, ugly. The look of disgust was apparent on your face. That was why when you heard Kuroo muttered “you’re so gorgeous” in your ear, you knew he was absolutely lying.

He gathered all your hair on one side of your neck so he could plant soft kisses on the other, all the while not removing his gaze on you through the mirror.

Next, he gently slid one strap of your bra off your shoulder. His kisses from your neck then slowly trailed down towards the newly exposed parts of your skin. He religiously did the same on the other side. “So beautiful,” you heard him mutter again in between kisses. He untied the laces of your bra, leaving your breasts completely exposed. He sighed deeply as he took in your appearance in the mirror.

His hands slithered from your shoulders down to your chest. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as his hands lingered briefly on your nipples before finally settling down on your waist.

You looked again in the mirror and saw him, clearly in a trance while quietly admiring your body; he had the same look you had on your face earlier when you were dumbstruck by him. You couldn’t fathom how anyone, especially someone as beautiful as Kuroo, could look at you like this. That was why when he once again muttered “you look wonderful” in your ear, you couldn’t help but believe him a little bit this time.

You moved your hips against his raging boner and he was awakened at once from his trance. He shifted your face sideways so he could give you a deep kiss, “remove your shorts” he panted through your lips. You readily obeyed while he rummaged in the bedside drawer for a condom.

He pulled you back to sit in front of him once again. He spread your legs in front of the mirror and started fingering you again. “Enough,” you panted heavily, “just fuck me already, Kuroo.”

He lifted your waist and positioned his member in your entrance before swiftly pulling you down again.

“Ugh, fuck,” you groaned, “you’re so deep, babe.” The speed with how Kuroo penetrated you was so fast, it didn’t give time for your pussy to acclimate to his size. The tears that gathered on the corner of your eyes threatened to spill as Kuroo started thrusting with his hips. “Slow down, babe. It still stings.” You hissed. You felt Kuroo slow down at once but you could feel him trembling with difficulty as he restrained himself from straight down fucking you dumb.

“Look at how your pussy greedily sucks me in,” he groaned as he forced you again to look in the mirror.

“It’s really hot watching yourselves in the mirror while doing it.” You remembered Bokuto saying.

Ah, the fucker is right. You thought to yourself as you watched your stretched-out pussy suck in your lover’s dick with each shove.

“I can feel you here, babe.” You cooed as you put his hand on your lower belly where his dick made an impression with every movement of his hip. “Mmm. Baby, make me cum, yeah?” You mewled into his ear.

All reason seemed to have escaped Kuroo at once. He grabbed both of your hips and started thrusting his dick vigorously inside of you. The sound of moans and slapping skin filled the room as he fucks you vehemently.

He pushed you away from him and sent you lying supine on the bed. You felt him tease your clit with his dick as he hovered over you, a sly smile forming on his lips. “Stop teasing,” You begged while helplessly grinding your hips against his. “So impatient,” he smirked. He definitely enjoyed seeing just how messed up you are beneath him.

You moaned loudly as he suddenly rammed his whole dick again inside your pussy. He gave you a quick sloppy kiss before pounding you hungrily, his hands grabbing your hips tightly. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned heavily in between pants, sending you mewling helplessly.

“Mmm. Yeah there – Tetsuro. Fuck.” You groaned as he repeatedly hit that delicious spot deep in your pussy. “You fill me up – feels so good.” You mumbled, your brain turning into complete mush from pleasure.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, gonna make you cum, yeah?” He moaned as he vigorously rubbed your clit with his thumb. “Come on, babe. Cum for me, won’t ya?” He whined as his thrusts became more rapid and irregular. His movements now inspired with nothing but what seemed to be pure carnal lust.

He hovered over you, eyes locked with yours as you both neared your peak. “Fuck –” you dug your nails in his back as he drove you into orgasm, sending waves and waves of pleasure as you both reached your climax.

You took a quick shower together before changing again into your swim attires.

You walked out of the room wearing your two-piece bikini; your skin still flushed with afterglow and your waist wrapped in your boyfriend’s arm. “You really look marvelous in this outfit.” He mumbled as he playfully nipped your ear. “But I particularly enjoyed it more when I was taking it off you.”

“You can peel it off me again tonight.” You whispered back.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Bokuto and Akaashi had already started grilling meat by the time you met with them on the beach. “How was it? Totally rocks, right? The mirrors, I mean.” Bokuto said smugly, his eyebrows pumping up and down maliciously.

“The walls are thin, guys,” Akaashi droned before you could even speak.

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