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daebraeksan · 2 years

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🞛You meet Bokuto’s friends at a party and it goes really well

Genre: comfort and mild reverse comfort, established relationship/close friendship, etc/whatever

Contents: kissing, social anxiety, people pleasing, fear of abandonment, social isolation, social needs not being met, but then having a good time at the end of this one

Wc: 2480

a/n: idk what this is but for some reason i had this vision of Atsumu seeing y/n and Bokuto hi fiving and being probably being like _____y/n??? What about my hi fives?? Come back!!! idk lol anyway

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You are used to being alone. Being alone protects you from getting hurt. That’s the safest option. Because of certain things that happened, it’s not unreasonable to be cautious. But as your life ran its course, the fear became unmanageable, and your mind became warped, perceiving danger everywhere. Instead of being wary that you may be hurt by people sometimes, you think that you’re going to be hurt by people all the time.

It goes directly against everything you “know” about yourself: you are a good friend, you like talking to your loved ones, and you like to socialize when you feel safe. You want to feel safe and happy. And socializing with loved ones improves your enjoyment of life. But the pain is excruciating when you don't have enough loved ones around you, who you feel safe with. Feeling lonely is painful.

You have a hard time viewing yourself objectively, so you always say stuff to yourself like “it will be fine, getting used to being alone.” as difficult as that seems, it seems more difficult to overcome your issues and become a different better person who can socialize easier. You don’t

have much hope in feeling safe enough to meet new people and finding a community. If you can accept yourself, and not see yourself as less than, for being alone, then that would be great.

If you were able to be happy, you wouldn't care how it came about. You don’t want to have a scarcity mindset about how many loved ones you “deserve” to have in your life. Why do you need to put a limit on it? You don’t want to feel greedy. You don't want to ask for too much and get punished because you were too audacious.

You wish you had people who would spontaneously call you to hang out. You never had access to that. And in the past, you couldn't be the spontaneous friend that you wished you had in your own life, because you had no one to call spontaneously anyway.

Now, you see Bokuto’s friends always spontaneously inviting him wherever. Sometimes you have double negative associations with that because you didn't have that in the past and you still don't have that, and also it’s the end of your time hanging out with Bokuto.

You don’t want to get into any toxic analysis about toxic relationships. Sometimes people on the internet don’t know what they are talking about. And anyone can call themselves an expert or a therapist even if they are not. People lie on the internet all the time. And in real life. And even if an expert went through schooling in a whitecishetereopatriarchal society, who knows if they even fundamentally grasp the concept they're trying to speak on, much less the solution?

All of that to say, you feel loved by Bokuto and you don’t think it’s a problem that you aren’t invited to hang out with his friends. The flip side is that it’s healthy for people in a partnership of some variety to have their own separate friends and relationships too. So anything can be spun in a positive way. It’s not the end of the world.

And plus, you feel stressed about asking people for things they didn't offer. You don’t want to be a burden or a bother. And you don’t want to cause trouble or ask for too much and cause problems.

So anyway.

You’re fine and everything is fine. And you like how Bokuto treats you and you are happy with him so there’s no problems, end of story.

You are hanging out with Bokuto when he is spontaneously contacted by his friends and invited to a hangout.

You automatically start packing up your things and getting ready to transition from hanging out with Bokuto to doing something else with your evening.

“Where are you going?” Bokuto asks.

“Uh. I mean. Just getting ready to do something else,” you say. You supposed you don’t actually know where you’re going. You hadn't thought that far ahead.

“Why?”

“Aren’t you hanging out with your friends?”

“Oh. I didn't really want to today, but if you’re busy, I'll go.”

“No, I just assumed you would. We can keep hanging out.”

“Oh, okay.” Bokuto grinned, outstretched his hands to you, opening and closing his fingers like little claws. You sat back down with a smile and curled up as he tugged you into him.

“I feel kind of bad that you had to assume that,” Bokuto said.

“You shouldn’t,” you say. “I’m stupid for assuming.”

“You’re not stupid.”

“I should have asked.”

He kissed the top of your head.

“Do I hang out with my friends too much?” he asked.

You looked at him, trying to see if he was serious. “I don’t think so. Do you think you hang out with your friends enough?”

“I think so. Do you feel like we hang out enough?”

You nod, and trace your finger along his softly worn t-shirt collar. “I think it’s enough. I am happy with how things are now. I will always be up for spending more time with, you but whatever is going on now is fine.”

“Okay, cool. I also feel that way.”

“Yay. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t make your commitments to me and your friends. I hope all the commitments can exist in harmony.”

Bokuto nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, and I hope you feel that way about me and your commitments, too.”

“I do!”

“Good.”

“Yay!”

You hold up both your hands for a hi five. He crows in delight and you burst into giggles, falling over, face pressed into his chest.

“What’s so funny?”

“We’re perfect for each other.”

“Oh!” Bokuto chuckles and grins. “I agree!”

The next time his friends text him to hang out, you want to bring it up once and for all. You don’t want to keep being stressed about this. “Is it normal and fine that I don't hang out with your friends?”

He looks up at you in alarm, and guiltily.

Okay. So now you are thinking it might not be normal and fine.

“I don’t know. I think so? Do you think it’s normal and fine?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. I’m happy with you and I don’t care, unless you think it’s a problem that needs to be solved.”

He seemed to not know what you wanted to hear.

“Why don’t you ever invite me to hang out with your friends?”

“Do you want to?” he asks.

“If you think it’s a good idea. But you don’t have to. It’s okay if you want to spend time apart. Like it’s healthy and good. I don’t care.”

He looks constipated.

He looks at you.

“What?”

“They’ll like you,” he said.

“That’s good.”

He looks at you like it’s not good.

“What?”

“They’ll like you too much,” he explains.

You look up at him, embarrassed. “Are you worried about that? I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says. “I…I’m not worried about it. I guess. I mean I am. But it’s anxiety. It’s stupid. lt’s not real.”

“Your feelings are real, but I don’t think the threat is real,” you say. “I like you.”

He side eyes you.

“Do you not believe me?”

“You might like them more,” he says.

“I don’t have to meet them,” you say.

He shakes his head. “No, I can’t keep avoiding this. I have to face this fear.”

You look at him in confusion. You were the socially anxious one who was sending mixed signals about wanting to hang out or not. Maybe he wasn’t inviting you so you wouldn't have to feel bad about saying yes or no and then regretting your decision either way. “You don’t have to.”

“Do you feel bad that you haven’t met my friends?”

You shrug. “As long as it’s not because you’re ashamed of me or something. Or like you don't think I fit into your life.”

“It’s none of those things at all.”

“Do your friends have your back? Are they the right friends for you?”

“They are really good people,” he says. “That’s what I mean. They are really likeable and awesome.”

“You are likeable and awesome.”

He looks like he doesn’t believe you.

“I like you, and think you’re awesome,” you say.

He nods. “Thank you.”

You squeeze his hand and kiss his shoulder. He grabs your face and presses a gentle kiss to you.

Now that he’s being brave and tackling his anxiety, you have to be brave and tackle your anxiety.

Why did you play yourself?

#~#~#

You’re nervous to meet friends of your friends. You are always nervous to meet new people. And you are more nervous when the stakes are high—you don’t want to be an embarrassment, you don’t want to not fit in. You don't want to make a bad impression. If it’s a random stranger you’re never going to see again, who cares what you say? You’re so carefree, you don’t even know what you are saying. And generally the interactions go well. But when you want the outcome to go well, you overthink everything so much that you don’t even know what to do. You don't remember anything you’ve ever said. You don't remember anything that’s ever happened to you, or anything you’ve ever done.

What are you supposed to say?

You have social anxiety in some situations and in some situations you “perform” great.

You never know what you’re going to get.

So anyway that’s what’s on your mind when Bokuto takes you to his friend’s house.

It seems like you and Bokuto showed up leisurely and there were already a lot of other things happening.

You sit with Bokuto at first, but they move around and talk to different people and are talking about something you’re not very interested in at all so you head back to the first room where other friends are all talking.

You settle in with them and hope that you aren’t intruding.

They include you what seems like a normal amount. Not too much. They have their own things they are discussing. And you listen and try not to put your foot in your mouth or feel like you have to input too much.

You are fine to stay quiet on topics you don’t know about because you don’t want to insert yourself into topics unnecessarily and embarrass yourself. However, so far, you follow that

they are planning something. You don’t know what they are planning—a house party, or something. You’re nervous. You want to go. They seem like nice people. They probably wouldn't say no if you asked them. But would it be an inconvenience? It’s different for everyone, so you are never going to be able to know the exact amount of spontaneity that is fun and how much is stressful. You don't want to be a burden. You don’t want to invite yourself where you are not wanted. You don’t want to be rejected. You have seen people who “can’t read the room” and invite themselves over and everyone else seemed to be annoyed at them. You never want to be that person.

But. You think you are reading the room properly. And you don't think they would be annoyed if you asked. If it was something they for some reason couldn't invite you to, or didn’t want to, you think they would tell you nicely.

You think about popular friendly people you know and imagine what they would do in this situation.�� They might ask “what are you all planning? Where are you all going? What are you all doing after this? Do you all want to do something after this?”

It’s incredible how there’s some people who can ask those questions bravely. Not even think about it. They just want to keep hanging out, they just want their socializing needs to be met, so they are asking.

You think about those people. Apparently it’s an option to operate that way. You don’t know if it’s an option available to you, but it’s available to somebody.

You don’t have to be hard on yourself. It’s okay if you don’t do this today. If that’s too big of a step, ,it’s okay. You are already making such great steps and strides and progress. You don't have to make all your progress all at once. You did a good job today. You already did so much. You went off on your own and you talked and contributed, and you listened. And you weren’t even that anxious. You were quiet and nervous but that was because they were literally talking about a bunch of stuff you didn’t really know but they still included you. They wanted to know about you.

And anyway, sometimes it’s okay to be quiet when the other people all know each other and are talking about stuff you don’t know. That’s logical and fine. You don’t have to have off the charts charm and charisma and know what to say in every single situation to be likeable. You are likeable as you are.

And you can slowly get to know them better. It doesn’t have to be all at once. Over time, you may know more and more of what they are talking about, and the whole group of you will have joint memories that you can reference together.

You don’t have to “perform” like how other people would. You don't have to pretend to be someone you’re not. Everyone has a conversation style that works for them, and whatever you're doing is fine too. As long as you’re happy. Next time you can ask if you can go with them. You know it’s an option. And you know you would have fun! And you don’t have to have scarcity mindset. There will be a next time, and everything will be fine.

You’re proud and happy and grateful. It went well and you didn’t even “do” anything. You don’t have to be someone you're not for people to like you. You don't have to do anything special. You just have to show up and take a chance. And people can like certain things about you and that’s enough. People don’t have to know you deeply to like you. People don't have to know your trauma and trauma bond wti you to like you and find value in you. You don’t have to prove yourself an expert at anything and help other people to be valuable or interesting to them. People can like your surface level stuff. You can be an interesting and worthwhile person to get to know.

When you and Bokuto return home, he is excited to hear how it went for you. He is happy that you like his friends, and he is happier that he is still your favorite.

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sunababiee · 2 years

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She’s yours not mine | Bokuto x reader x Oikawa

Chapter twenty-three: we’re rivals now?

Synopsis: Y/n is the manager of Aoba Johsai and best friends with all of the team mates. On one faithful day they get invited to a camp to play volleyball. What Y/n didn’t expect was to see a very good looking ace. Bokuto Kotaro. But what does she do when she finds out her best friend is in love with her?

A/n: IM BACKKKK EEEEK <3 I ACTUALLY MISSED THIS STORY SM!!!

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FUN FACTS:

- I’M BACK BITCHES OMG I FINALLY STARTED REWATCHING HAIKYUU AND NOW IM OBSESSED AGAIN

- Bokuto missed your movie date :(

- It took Bokuto 3 hours to answer the gc

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blue-bluee · 2 years

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Hey! Could you do this with Bokuaka ft Kuroo please?

"Abort mission, I repeat abort mission." "What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?" "Yeah, and they're too attractive. I can never speak to them again."

Have a nice week!

“oh no I hope I dont fall”

Pairing: Bokuto x Akaashi

Warnings: Fluff ig

Summary: Bokuto has a crush on his new neighborrrr~

also kuroo’s there.

a/n: added a lil extra at the end hope u like<333 also sorry this took so long

Bokuto was used to being alone. And he was happy on his own.

Even Kuroo, his best friend, knew that.

So when Bokuto came to Kuroo red-faced and nervous, oh, he knew exactly what was happening.

“Who is ittt~” He asked, leaning forward, a cocky smirk on his face. At this, Bokuto turned tomato red and immediately covered his face with his hands, hunching over. He let out a faint scream, causing Kuroo to laugh.

“Shhhhh. It’s nobody.” Said Bokuto quickly. Kuroo raised an eyebrow-not that Bokuto could see- and smirked wider.

“Oh, it’s somebody alright. You’ve never acted like this. Tell me, I’m sure I know who it is.” Bokuto groaned once more, humiliated to be seen like this. I mean, Bokuto??? With a crush???

Seriously, what is this.

“You don’t know themmm”

“Well, if you stop whining and tell me who it is, then maybe I might!”

“How could you know them if they just moved here???” Asked Bokuto, puppy eyes staring up at Kuroo.

“Ooo, so it’s a new girl~” Bokuto flushed red. How was he even supposed to tell Kuroo that it wasn’t even a girl? That it was the cute black haired guy next door with glasses and messy clothes and-

What was happening to him?

“No...its not...” Bokuto said, his voice almost a whisper.

“oh?” Said Kuroo, his voice raising an octave. “Then who is it?”

“It’s my new neighbor... I just said. Literally a couple seconds ago. Were you listening?” Kuroo thought about that for a minute. He said it wasn’t a girl, but he also said it was his new neighbor, so...

Realization hit him like a brick.

“Ohhh, I see how it is...” He said with a smirk. Bokuto groaned once more. “Is he cute?”

At this, Bokuto finally smiled.

“Oh, he’s gorgeous. His messy black hair looks like its so soft, like cat hair. And his skin looks like its smooth as a seashell, and his eyes... oh wow his eyes. They’re like oceans. They’re so beautifully blue its unbelievable.”

Kuroo smiled.

“Maybe you should ask him out.” Bokuto froze.

It seemed like hours passed in the few moments that were silent. Then Bokuto exploded.

“ME?? ASK HIM OUT? NO NO NO YOU MUST BE CRAZY HOW WOULD I EVEN DO THAT I DONT EVEN KNOW IF HE LIKES BOYS WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY??”

Kuroo played it off casually. “I mean, if you dont actually like him that much then you dont have to ask him out..”

Nothing from Bokuto. Kuroo smirked. Any second now...

“ALRIGHT. ILL DO IT ILL DO IT ILL DO ITTT.”

“Good. Now lets think about how we’re gonna do this.”

in short, having both Bokuto and Kuroo work on a plan was a mistake.

Pure disaster.

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"Abort mission, I repeat abort mission." Said Bokuto, frantically running back into his apartment, slamming the door behind him. His face was once again tomato red.

"What? Abort mission already? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?" Said Kuroo in panicked response. Bokuto was supposed to be confident about this!

"Yeah, and they're too attractive. I can never speak to them again." Kuroo facepalmed.

“Okay! Now we have to think of a new way to- wait. How did you even mess this up??? IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOOLPROOF!?!?!?”

Bokuto covered his face again and groaned.

“BO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.”

“THE WORST. I WAS SO CAUGHT UP IN STARING AT HIS FACE THAT I DROPPED THE FOOD ALL OVER HIS CLOTHES AND RUINED IT ALL.”

“BOKUTOOOOOOOO WHYYYYYYYYY”

“I PANICKED OKAY.”

“NOW WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO OH GOD ITS ALL GONE TO HELL.”

“Excuse me?” Came a voice from outside the apartment. Bokuto peeked through his hands. In a second, Kuroo knew exactly who it was.

“Can I help you?” He called.

“Would you mind opening the door?” And of course, Bokuto ran into his room screaming.

Kuroo opened the door and let the neighbor breeze right past him.

“KUROO HE’S IN MY ROOM HELP AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“Im not sure what exactly you were trying to do, but perhaps we can go out for dinner sometime?” He asked.

“NEVERMIND KUROO”

Kuroo rolled his eyes.

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“And that how i figured out I was gay!” Bokuto cooed to his son, decades later.

“We’re so proud of you for coming out to us, my boy. I love you so much, never forget that, okay?” Said Akaashi softly.

“So? Who’s the lucky boy?” Asked Bokuto. His son shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Bokuto’s eyes softened. “Hey, c’mon lil me, don’t be afraid. You don’t have to tell me, okay?” Still no words were spoken. Bokuto put his arm around his child. “I love you so, so much, never think otherwise, okay? Did you think I wouldn't accept you for being gay?” The boy nodded. “Well, I’m gay. And so is your other father. I’m your dad, okay? I’ll never not accept you.” He kissed him gently on the forehead.

“You’re my baby, and I’ll love you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever-”

“Okay, Koutaro, I think he understands now.” Said Akaashi softly. “But your dad’s right. We love you for you, not your sexuality. You’re our amazing, beautiful baby. Thats all we need to have, okay?”

“Thanks dads...” Said their boy. “Also...”

“Yes?” Akaashi spoke softly.

“You guys are the best dads I could have asked for.” And they smiled, hearts happy and content.

#bokuto x akaashi #bokuto koutaro fluff #bokuto fanfiction #BokuAka #bokuto #bokuto scenarios #akaashi fluff #keiji akaashi #hq akaashi #akaashi fic #akaashi #akaashi keiji fluff

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the-haikyuu-trash · 1 year

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oikawa toru, bokuto koutaro, kuroo tersuro, matsukawa issei, atsumu miya, konoha akinori, meian shugo, hinata shoyo, tanaka ryunosuke, sugawara koushi, tendou satori

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tiza0925 · 25 days

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A New Skirt | 18+

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

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrug. “It looked nice.”

A small lie.

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

But he doesn’t need to know that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck—Ko—Oh, god—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think you can cum again for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

And hearing that pulls a small grin from you—

Because that’s the point.

You wanted this reaction from him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End.

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kairismess · 6 months

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:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ their ideal dates . . . (part 2)

featuring: bokuto kotaro, tetsuro kuroo, and tooru oikawa

🏐 genre: fluff !

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⺌✧❀ bokuto kotaro

🦉 his ideal date: laying down on your lap.

bokuto loves being around you so often, he finds so much comfort in you that merely being around you is the best way for him to cool down and relax after an exhilarating match. you are bokuto's refuge from all the chaos and fast pace of the day... which he causes most of the time. he wishes he could stay in your embrace forever, nothing would make him happier than just being close to you, in your arms, all the time.

bokuto is a little bit of a spoiled brat around you whenever you indulge him in the hugs and cuddles he longs for, but laying down on your lap to take a break after practice is his favorite thing to do. can he help it if your thighs are so pillowy and all he wants to do apart from bite and squeeze them is to lie down on them and stare up at you, smiling like a dork and begging you to kiss him, over and over until he's drowning in your love?

⺌✧❀ tetsuro kuroo

🐈 his ideal date: tutoring you.

kuroo is a really nerdy guy, but he keeps it on the down low most of the time. he loves participating in class and reviewing his lessons when he's got nothing else to do in between periods–it's kind of strange to you, since your image of this boy before you met him was way different than the cute nerd you're dating now.

kuroo is head over heels in love with you, so much so that he jokes about doing your homework so you have no excuse not to spend the rest of the day with him–and he kind of means it, because he's that crazy for you. kuroo can never say no to helping you, he loves it whenever you come to him for homework help. and in his honest opinion... he wishes you'd come to him every time you needed help, he's more than willing to help you, and he really wants to help you pass and get grades you'd be really proud of. your success is his success, too–and as long as you need him, he'll be there; just say the word, and he'll be there.

⺌✧❀ tooru oikawa

🍞 his ideal date: sharing milkbread with you.

oikawa is volleyball obsessed... but he loves another thing, milkbread; and he ultimately loves you. his ideal date is sitting down with you, maybe during lunch break, and sharing with you pieces of his favorite brand of milkbread. he does admit (to himself) that he wishes he knew how to make it, not just for himself, but rather... kind of to impress you, just a little bit.

he knows he has kind of an ego and is put on a higher pedestal compared to others–he doesn't necessarily enjoy it, due to the pressures that kind of image has on him–but when he's with you, he doesn't feel like he has to act around you; he can be himself, a person, when with you. talking about your feelings with him and vice-versa over a good few slices of delicious milkbread is the perfect way for you both to release your pent-up feelings after a long day.

sharing milkbread with you and feeding you–sometimes teasing you and eating up the portion he was going to put in your mouth–are just some of oikawa's favorite things to do with you. he loves pissing you off, but he loves making you smile even more. to see you smile all happily after he feeds you and calls you cute when your cheeks look full and you look all happy munching the pastry down... it makes his heart flutter, just a tiny bit. maybe he'll make some next time, it'd definitely be your favorite milkbread from then on if he doesn't burn it, that is.

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kitasgloves · 4 months

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I'm in love with you

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

— ♬ SFW, fluff, gn reader, no beta

— ♬ Kageyama Tobio

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, you are"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

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

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

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

What in the world is going on with him?

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

Confess your feelings?

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

"Ne-nevermind"

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

"Ow! What the hell Kageyama!"

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

"Here you go, Tobio-hmmph!"

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

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

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

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

"I-uh, what?"

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

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

"You're joking"

"I am not"

"Oh my gosh"

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

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

— ♬ Kuroo Tetsuro

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

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

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

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

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

"I bought you coffee"

I'm in love with you

"Have you eaten lunch yet?"

I'm in love with you

"Here, you can borrow my jacket"

I'm in love with you

"I'll walk you home tonight"

I'm in love with you

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

"Your shirt looks like a clown vomited on it"

I'm in love with you

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

I'm in love with you

"You have the music taste of an edgy teenager"

I'm in love with you

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

I'm in love with you

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay big guy, that's enough"

"You have nice eyes, [Name]"

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

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

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

"...Really?"

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

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

"Here drink some water and take these"

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

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

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

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

"Not really but you said some interesting things"

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

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

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

"Aw, that makes me sad"

"God, [Name]"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, you still are"

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

"But you're my idiot"

"Shut up and kiss me more"

— ♬ Bokuro Kotaro

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

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

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

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

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

"How was it?"

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

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

"[Name] probably thinks you're annoying"

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

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

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

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

"Bokuto"

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

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

"...Are you okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Bokuto..."

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

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

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

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

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

"Because you're my friend"

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

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

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

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

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

Ouch

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

"Huh?"

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

"Yes!"

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

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

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

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

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

"What's wrong, Bokuto?"

"I don't know how to waltz"

"Oh, then let me teach you"

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

"Holy shit, I did it!"

"Congrats, you're a quick learner"

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

"Bokuto, do you have feelings for me?"

Crunch!!!

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

"Bokuto"

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

"Bokuto, look at me"

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

"Kotaro"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, shit, you're right"

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

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

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

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

— ♬ Oikawa Tooru

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

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

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

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

"Woah, you're not Hajime"

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

"You friends with Hajime?"

"Yes, I'm his childhood best friend"

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

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

"Yep"

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

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

"You hungry, bud?"

"Oh, no thank you"

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

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

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

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

"So, how long have you known him?"

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

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

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

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

"Hi, Hajime!"

"Hi, Iwa-chan!"

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

"How long have you been here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey! Iwa-chan give that back!"

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

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

"Huh? How did you know?"

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

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

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

"I am not!"

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

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

"Just confess, you idiot"

"I can't, Mattsun!"

"Why? Are you scared?"

"...Yes"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I shouldn't have returned here"

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

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

"No homo tho"

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

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

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

"Hey, Tooru"

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

"Sure! I got something to tell you too"

"Oh, you go first!"

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

"Nah, you can go first"

Shit

"No, I insist"

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

"No, you go first"

"No"

"Yes"

"No!"

"Ugh! Fine!"

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

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

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

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

"I'm leaving tomorrow, [Name]"

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

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

"But you can't"

"I don't want to leave you"

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

One, two, three...

"I-"

"I'm in love with you, Tooru"

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

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

"[Name], what the fuck?"

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

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

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

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

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

"We're fucking idiots"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, about that"

"Yeah?"

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

"Oh, wasn't that the confession?"

"Nope!"

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

"I'm coming with ya to Argentina!"

"Oh my god!"

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

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teamatsumu · 6 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 15

morning sex - bokuto koutaro

word count: 1064

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Volleyball season was tough on Bokuto.

The practices began early morning and ended late at night during off days. And he usually had to stay behind after practice to get his serves and receives better polished. On game days, the routine became even more dizzying, with pre-game practice and warms ups, the game itself, after-game conferences and sometimes going out for drinks with his boys later. Bokuto loved the hustle and bustle, of course. He thrived in it. But it left almost no time for you, his beautiful fiancee.

He would get up at the ass crack of dawn to leave for a run and make it to practice on time, leaving your warm, sleeping figure under the covers, and he usually returned so late that you were already in bed, breathing quietly and curled into a cute little ball that Bokuto loved wrapping himself around. Sure, he texted you constantly during the day, and called you whenever he could, but it wasn’t the same as being in your presence.

And he was really starting to miss you. Emotionally and physically. Afterall, Bokuto was still a man. A healthy, young man. And he had needs.

Today found Bokuto in a predicament he was often met with these days. He woke up not to the sound of his alarm, but to the hypersensitive feeling of his raging boner. He blinked a couple of times, groaning softly when he realized what exactly the problem was and what woke him up.

That’s another thing he was struggling with. Bokuto had a high sex drive. Like, really high. Much higher than his peers. He knew it had to do with his unending stamina. But he had never had a problem with it before. And when he woke up like this, the small vestiges of his wet dream still clinging to his mind, with your warm, pliant body right next to him, it was really hard to control himself, no pun intended.

Bokuto pouted and grumbled, turning his back to you and closing his eyes again. He blearily stared up at the clock hanging off the wall, nearly groaning when he realized his alarm was about to ring in ten minutes.

He could probably cum in ten minutes…

Bokuto bit his lip in contemplation, turning to look at your sleeping figure again. Should he do it? You had given your permission to wake you for sex one time weeks ago. He had never done it, but maybe now…?

You sighed in your sleep and shifted, and Bokuto’s eyes shot down to your ass. God, he hadn’t felt you up in so long. You wouldn’t mind, right? You had said you wouldn’t. So what was stopping him?

His erection gave another painful throb, and Bokuto threw caution to the wind, he pressed his front into your back, sighing in relief when his crotch made contact with your ass, easing the pressure a bit. You were sleeping in his old jersey, as you usually did, and tiny sleep shorts. Bokuto made quick work of them until your lower half was bare, shirt pushed up to your waist. He pushed his shorts down just enough to free his dick and gave it a few pumps, mouth dropping open at the sensation. It felt good. But he knew what would feel even better.

He couldn’t hold back his groan when he finally slid home, your pussy tight as anything, sucking him in even in your sleep. Bokuto shifted down a little, trying to hit deeper in the position he was in, jaw going slack when you unconsciously clenched around him. For a split second, he wondered how he had gone this long without feeling you wrapped around his cock like this. He also knew that now that he had done this once, there’s no way he was not doing this every single day going forward.

You shifted and moaned, and your sharp intake of breath told Bokuto that you were awake. Fuck, thank god.

“Kou?” Your voice was husky with sleep. Bokuto nearly came.

He wasted no time in hooking his hand under your knee, pulling your leg up and spreading you out enough for him to start pumping into you faster.

You gasped and arched back into him, presenting your bare neck to him. Bokuto licked a stripe up the skin, tasting salt on his tongue. He slid his other hand under you, wrapping around you so he could grope at your clothed breast, soft as ever and fitting in his hand perfectly. God, he had missed your body. He bit gently into your neck, reveling in the little sounds escaping your throat. The thought that he was making you feel good was intoxicating. It had always been a huge turn on of his. He didn’t need praise, just hearing you moan as his cock drove into your cunt over and over was validation enough for him.

Your walls were fluttering around him like mad, and Bokuto was so sure he would bust any moment. He picked up the pace and angled his hips just right, trying to chase that one spot in your pussy that he knew made you see stars. He felt himself grin a bit when you cried out and clenched hard around him, indicating he found it.

“Kou, ‘m gonna cum.” You slurred out, and Bokuto pounded into you faster. He wanted- no needed- for you to cum together. He’d missed you so goddamn much. He needed this. As much as he needed to win his next match.

The sound of both your moans as you finished drowned out Bokuto’s phone, which started chiming his usual wake up tune. Bokuto could give less of a shit though, his thighs shaking as he emptied his load into your hot opening, reveling in the way you pushed your ass eagerly back on him, whimpering and whining through your own orgasm. As he came down his high. Bokuto wrapped his arms tight around you, not bothering to pull out, wanting nothing more than to feel every inch of your body against his.

“Kotarou,” you whispered affectionately, and Bokuto’s heart skipped. “Your alarm is still going off, babe.”

Bokuto hummed into the back of your neck. “Let it.”

You giggled and sighed, finally slumping against him. Bokuto thought his chest might burst from how content he felt.

“Good morning, by the way.”

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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KAIRI I GOT YOU! I NEED ME SOME FLUFF WITH MY BOYS BOKUTO AND DAICHI THEY HAVE BEEN IN MY MIND NONSTOP PLEASE AND THANK YOU

OFC DEAR, I GOTCHU (sorry i got back to this late, school is ASS)

his girl. (part 1)

summary: a day in the life of being their girlfriend, of them being totally and utterly smitten with you.

a/n: no, you're not in a poly relationship with them unfortunately :')) but i hope y'all like these small scenarios! please don't be shy to request for any haikyuu characters with this prompt!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ daichi sawamura

it is no surprise that daichi is the captain of the karasuno males' volleyball team–what's there not to like about him? he's experienced, strong, very friendly, yet he makes it clear that he cares about the members outside of volleyball, that he cares about those he loves as people, not just as teammates or colleagues.

and of course, the same could be said about how he feels towards you, his beloved partner.

one thing to note about daichi is that he is a worrier, beneath that tough and sometimes scary image he has, he only gets this way when he's worried–when things get out of hand; and when it comes to you, daichi can't help but fuss over you a lot, but he is never overbearing, mind you.

he gives you your space when you need it, lets you figure out what you have to do to grow as a person and to let you live a little more independent from him–but he lets you know that, when things get tough, he wants to be your refuge; to be the one you come to seeking comfort in and helping you catch your breath from such awful or bustling days.

"now, now... don't beat yourself up, they were all small mistakes. yeah, sure, some of them might have lasting effects, but i know you're doing everything you can to make up for it; i'm right here for you, so please, don't ever worry about it–we'll handle it, together."

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ kotaro bokuto

he may be a bit immature, sometimes clueless that he is being immature–but can he help it, wanting to live in the moment and enjoy his last year of high school? especially with his girlfriend–you.

bokuto is a loud, boisterous guy with a massive confidence; he's kind of the stark opposite of you, and he loves that very much. he likes being all loud around the rest of the guys on the team when he's talking about you, whining about how the day's way too long for him to not spend every hour with you, and he loves catching your eye when you enter the court during their practice matches to see him play.

he goes absolutely crazy when he sees you in the crowd, he will personally go out of his way and climb into the bleachers just to hug you, to shower you with affection that's long overdue.

akaashi tries to stop him and hold him back from attracting too much attention towards you two, but as long as you're okay with it, bokuto finds no reason to not give the only girl he's made to love all the love, affection, attention and devotion he has for you.

"babe, i swear, i'm gonna win every set for you–every game you come to, you keep me going! i'm gonna make sure we win, not because i want to, but because it'll make you smile, right? so, the opposing team can bring it on, because i'll make sure we win, and i'll make sure you'll be proud of me–every single time!"

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osakunt · 6 months

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MINORS DNI (TIMESKIP)

The movement of your hips increase as time goes by,the feeling coming forth little by little.

His tongue lapping your slits, lips sucking your erect bud, both index and thumb rolling your nip between them. You, a moaning mess as you come closer and closer to your climax.

He smirks knowing he can make you feel this type of way. You start feeling the pleasure start to grow in your lower abdomen; bucking your hips up so his mouth can be much closer to you.

You arch your back ready to welcome the pleasure of satisfaction. But it never comes.

He moves back leaving you and your heat wanting more.

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haikyu-mp4 · 12 days

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Yoga partner

word count; 667 – pregnant!reader

You were a few months pregnant and every time you felt like you were adjusting to the size of your bump, it seemed to get bigger. When you found out you were pregnant, your husband, Bokuto Koutarou, had been moved to tears and there was no lack of support from him so far through the pregnancy. That’s why you weren’t afraid to communicate your troubles to him as they started plaguing your mind.

As it got more difficult to adjust to your body changing, the two of you sat down to research pregnancy activities. And then Koutarou got bored of researching, so he ended up asking someone on the team who had kids instead.

That’s how he learnt about pregnancy yoga. There were classes specifically for pregnant women, and in his excitement, Koutarou had signed you up and encouraged you to go. However, now he was looking at you with a subtle pout as you leaned on the kitchen island, not feeling as sporty as you wished you did.

“I don’t want to go. What if all the others are used to it and do super well while I can barely do anything?” you complained, pouting right back at him. This made him huff, resting his arms on his hips. Then his eyes lit up again. Oh no, an idea.

“Maybe I should go with you!”

Next thing you knew, Koutarou was helping you out of the car, adorned in the gym wear he had that most resembled yours in colour. You were laughing softly, holding his hand as he babbled about how excited he was.

When you walked inside, your laughter died down as you scanned the room. A lot of moms-to-be were staring cautiously, first at you and then at your husband who smiled and waved. You felt the anxiety creep back into you as you whispered your husband's name to alert him, but he took no notice.

“Hello, ladies! Ready for a good workout?” he called out, and it didn’t take long before the moms melted for his personality (and looks probably, but you tried to ignore that for now). In the end, he wasn’t allowed inside the class because of the women's comfort, but he gave everyone encouraging high fives while the trainer led them inside the little gym. Before closing the door behind you as you were last, you turned to him and pulled his shirt down so you could kiss him fiercely.

“That’s for being such a perfect man. I’ll see you in an hour.”

Koutarou was thrilled to see the glow back in your cheeks when you came back out. He had gone for a jog around the neighbourhood but made sure he was back before you finished. When you walked out of the class, you were conversing happily with another woman before bidding her goodbye. You made new friends! Even though you were still shy, you had asked to exchange numbers.

All of this was possible because your husband encouraged and supported you. You truly were blessed to have him and he reminded you every day how lucky you were through this constant support.

Now you even bring him into the living room at least once a week so the two of you can do pregnancy yoga by following some videos you found on YouTube. It’s great fun and Koutarou proudly documents it in the workout journal they fill out for their trainer.

7 pm Pregnancy yoga

Iwaizumi tilted his head at him curiously after looking over this month’s notes. “You’re not supposed to write your wife’s workouts.”

“We’re doing them at home now, too. Feel like it’s doing great things for my bum,” he answered, one hand on each asscheek for emphasis. Iwaizumi already regretted asking about it. Atsumu slapped one of Koutarou's hands off from behind him before staring at his butt and humming.

“Not bad. Maybe we should all do it.”

To say the least, Koutarou is very dedicated to being with you every step of the way.

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years

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"I know you can" - How the Haikyu men overstimulate you

NSFW / Minors don’t interact / 18+

Female reader x timeskip Bokuto, Oikawa, and Kuroo

Warnings: spanking, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, cream pie, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia in Oikawa's

Notes: I was kind of in a writing slump but I’m back with this. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Koutarou Bokuto

“Turn around,” he ushers, his hand grabbing your ass roughly to urge you to move. The tone of his voice sends a chill down your spine.

“I can’t,” you whimper, your body weary from your preceding orgasm.

His honey eyes glint down at you challenging. Bokuto is relentless, eagerly flipping you over before he spanks your ass. You slightly jolt forward at the impact, whining breathlessly. He guides you as you stick your ass up for him, his large palms smoothing over your hips reassuringly.

“I know you can. One more, give me one more,” he mumbles, almost deliriously. He kneads your ass cheeks before he spreads them, watching your sloppy pussy, his cum painted all over it.

Bokuto wastes no time. He aligns his cock to your hole, slowly sinking into you. You moan aloud, your legs slightly trembling.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he breathes. He watches his throbbing cock gliding out of you, his and your cum forming a white ring on the base.

He fucks you slowly, dragging his thick cock out of you to dive in deeper. You mewl and moan, every drag of his dick against your walls has pleasure shooting through you.

“You’re gonna give me another one,” he breathes, his hand coming down hard on your ass, a warning.

“Yes, Kou,” you breathe desperately, his name drawn out in a moan as he slightly increases his pace.

“You gonna cum all over this cock, right?” You only moan in response, Bokuto’s hard and thorough thrust knocking the breath and sense out of you.

The slapping of skin reverberates loudly through the room, mixing in with both of your pants and the squelching sound of your messy pussy.

Bokuto gradually increases his pace, until he is relentlessly pounding into you, coaxing you closer and closer to your orgasm. His balls slap harshly against your puffy clit, having you whining and whimpering desperately.

It’s almost cruel how he fucks you, but you know he’ll only stop when he has you creaming around his dick again. Bokuto has always been ambitious. He yearns to have your pussy flutter around him once again, longing to have you scream his name again.

You bury your face in the mattress, desperately trying to muffle your screams as he thrusts into you. Your drool stains the mattress, your hands frantically gripping the sheets underneath.

His grip on your hips is surely leaving marks, as how desperately he holds onto you. And with every thrust, he urges you closer to your impending orgasm.

“Let me hear you,” he almost moans. His large hand threads through your hair, pulling you up slightly.

You comply, releasing your high-pitched screams and whimpers, letting them fall freely on Bokuto’s awaiting ears. He knows you’re close, trying his best to hold back and not cum from your beautiful, sinful noises.

You cum for a third time this night. The orgasm washes over you harshly, the intensity of it letting your whole body tremble. You scream, the waves crashing over you as Bokuto fucks you through it.

Your pussy gushes around him. You clamp down on his dick, nearly making it hard for Bokuto to move. Your mind goes blank, the orgasm leaving you boneless and malleable.

His large hands hold you steady as he pounds into you. Your whimpers and moans only spur him on.

“I’m filling you up one more time,” he pants, a groan ripping past his chest as your pussy flutters around him in response.

His hips stutter and with one final thrust, he tips over the edge. A staggered groan falls from his parted lips as he presses your ass against him, spilling his hot seed deep inside of you. You whimper at the sensation of having him fill you up once more.

A low whine rips past his lips as he pulls out of you, watching your messy pussy drip with his spent. You collapse onto the mattress, catching your breath.

Bokuto lays next to you, his hand trailing along your spine softly. And when you meet his glinting eyes you know that this probably won’t be the last orgasm he draws from you tonight.

Tooru Oikawa

Oikawa has you on your back, your legs resting on his broad shoulders. His large palms are digging into the flesh of your thighs as his tongue drags along your sensitive clit.

You moan breathlessly, feeling the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter with every swirl of his tongue. You let out a needy whimper, fisting the sheet between your hands.

“I know, baby, I know,” Oikawa rasps. His hot breath fans over your core, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

It sounds so wet, both his spit and your arousal on his chin as he takes his time coaxing you into bliss. His tongue circles your clit until you tremble underneath him.

His lips close around your bundle of nerves, sucking harshly, pushing you over the edge. Pleasure floods through your whole body as you come undone. Your brows are pinched in awe, your lips parted in a silent scream. Your head presses into the mattress underneath you, your spine bowing as you cum. Oikawa works you through it with his skilled mouth.

Your hole spasms around nothing. And you desperately hope for anything, a finger or two, or preferably his long dick plunging inside of you. But you don’t get what you want.

You whine when Oikawa continues to slowly drag his tongue along your puffy clit. He continues his ministrations and you whimper, the stimulation too much.

But he doesn’t let go of you. His grip is hard, his fingertips digging harshly into your flesh. You feel helpless. He has you at his mercy like he usually does. Your legs dare to close around his head but he only spreads them further.

The swirling of his tongue against your puffy clit has you gasping. Your moans and whimpers mix in with the squelching sound of your messy pussy.

His hazel eyes glint at you mischievously from between your legs, observing your face. You watch him through the hazy layer that’s laying over your eyes, barely noticing the smug grin on his face.

And then his lips close around your clit, sucking harshly. You whine desperately, your legs daring to clench around his head again. But he pries them open cruelly, sucking more harshly. You almost cry out, the border between pleasure and pain beginning to blur.

“No, baby. One more. One more, for me,” he mumbles breathlessly, his hands harshly grabbing your flesh. You only whimper, squirming under his touch.

“Please,” you beg, “I need you.” The need to have his dick buried deep inside of you makes you almost delirious.

But Oikawa is relentless. His tongue draws slow circles around your aching clit. He almost has you crying, the drag of his tongue too much. You moan his name before you start to plead weakly again. “Please, Tooru…” Your voice is oozing with need.

“Well, what exactly do you need?” He drawls, his hot breath fanning over your soaking folds.

“Your cock,” you almost sob. You hate how he has you begging for it, begging for his cock, begging for him to finally fuck you.

A low chuckle falls from his lips. “One more and you deserve it,” he drawls cruelly, before his tongue swirls through your folds again, his pace brutal now.

A tear spills over, your whimpers turning needier and higher until he has you screaming. You abandon yourself, giving your all to him, as you cum all over his drenched face once more. You feel weightless, as your orgasm hits you.

Your whole body shakes, your legs clenching around his head as he guides you through your high. The intensity of it knocks the breath and any sense out of you.

You don’t even notice the tears running down your cheeks before you see Oikawa’s blurry face hovering above you.

“Alright, alright, no need to cry now,” he rasps, his finger catching a tear that has spilled from your eyes.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he purrs honey-voiced. “I’m going to give you what you need, what you deserve,” he breathes reassuringly and you smile through your tears, your chest swelling with hope.

Tetsurou Kuroo

His eager fingers curl inside of you deliciously, stimulating that sweet spot, while his thumb draws tight circles over your clit. His other hand is sprawled on your stomach, pressing ever so gently.

A lopsided smile lays on his lips as Kuroo watches you from between your spread legs, his half-lidded eyes greedily drinking in your naked form.

Your brows are slightly furrowed, your lips parted, releasing sweet moans and whimpers. He knows you’re close, as he feels your walls slightly clenching around his fingers.

Kuroo slightly applies more pressure to your clit, causing you to whine, your pussy gripping his fingers tighter. “That’s my good girl,” he purrs, “let it go for me,” he demands softly.

You only whimper in response, your eyes squeezing shut as you tip over the edge. You cum hard, moans and whimpers falling freely onto Kuroo’s awaiting ears. He watches you, feeling your pussy clenching around him, his thumb still circling your puffy clit until you squirm under his touch.

Kuroo lets go of you, plunging his fingers out of you. He takes his cock into his hand, letting his flushed head swirl through your soaking folds before he slowly sinks into you. Your walls welcome him wet and warm.

He starts thrusting into you slowly and deliberately. You hold your eyes to him, watching his soft expression before he dips low. His lips press onto yours, his tongue eagerly prying into your mouth. You reply the kiss with equal force.

Then he pulls away again, a string of spit tearing between your lips. His one hand nestles into your hair, as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

His soft moans fall directly onto your ear, causing the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter again. His hips are rolling against yours faster now until he has you teetering on the edge again.

His face hovers right above yours, his lips ghosting over yours. “Give it to me,” he breathes into your lips.

You gasp, your pussy fluttering around him in response. You look at him with wide eyes, his gaze sternly on you. He loves watching you fall apart underneath him.

He takes ahold of your leg, throwing it over his shoulder. The change of position has you gasping, your gaze growing hazy as Kuroo’s thrust grow harsher and harder. His hips slap hungrily against yours, coaxing you closer to your impending orgasm.

You whine when his hand sneaks between your bodies, rubbing tight circles over your sensitive clit. His name falls from your lips, drawn out in a high-pitched moan. Breathless moans and his name seem to be the only things that are able to leave your mouth.

“Cum on that dick. Let me feel it,” he rasps almost delirious, as his dark eyes jump over your face searchingly. He’s desperate to drive you to your high once again.

And with one final snap of his hips against yours you do. You cum, your back arching off the bed as you cling onto Kuroo. Your pussy spasms around his dick, as your second orgasm washes over you. You whimper desperately, gushing all over his cock. Sweet honey curses through your veins, as he keeps fucking you through it, watching your expression intensively, not missing the way your eyes cross as you moan his name deliriously.

His large hand holds onto your waist as he keeps thrusting into you, his finger still circling your puffy clit. You gasp, your chest heaving with your heavy pants.

“Too much,” you slur, squirming under his touch, the line between pain and pleasure muddling as he slightly increases the pace of his fingers on your puffy clit. You whine his name again, eliciting him a small groan.

“One more, baby, I know you can,” he mumbles greedily, his feral eyes fixing on you. You watch him through your bleary eyes and you know that you have to give him what he longs for.

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