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teamatsumu · 30 days
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it was you all along. (bokuto koutaro x reader)
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summary: you confess to him, and he’s confused because he thinks you’re already dating. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.
word count: 1285
tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass s @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @whippedbel
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Careful hands tried to handle the cupcake as delicately as possible. You held your breath, lowering it into the box. When its base hit the cardboard, you finally sighed out in relief. You pulled back to admire your creation, feeling a smile creep up on your face at the sight of the four cupcakes, all decorated to the nines.
No doubt in your head that Bokuto would love this. After all, you knew his every like and dislike very well. You had known him forever.
Bokuto Kotarou had taken you under his ‘wing’ when you were in elementary school. Tiny-you had no confidence and zero capability to make friends, while Bokuto was your exact opposite. He had taken a liking to you and had bravely proclaimed that he would ‘protect’ you, puffing out his tiny chest and grinning wide. Over the years, Bokuto had not let you down even once.
It was no wonder that you slowly fell in love with him. How could you not? You spent every day joined at the hip. The only time you were apart was when he was on the court, and even then you were on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, managing the team while admiring how talented your friend was. So really, how could you not fall in love?
In your defense, Bokuto doted on you like crazy. He knew very little physical boundaries when it came to you, hugging and squeezing the life out of you, laying sloppy kisses on your cheeks, sharing food and stories and…. basically each other’s entire lives.
But today. Today was the day. Today you would tell him that you no longer wanted to be friends. That you wanted more. Your heartbeat sped up at the thought of how he might react. You weren’t an arrogant person by any means but you couldn’t imagine him reacting negatively. There’s no way Bokuto could be as affectionate as he was if he didn’t feel something for you. Hell, how many times had he told you he loved you? Every day. You had lost count.
You were careful with the box as you walked to school. Your very limbs were vibrating, and you were breathing deeply in and out to make sure you remained calm. You were optimistic in taking this step. In fact, all your mutual friends, including the team, had only encouraged you. They were all dead sure he would accept your confession and return your feelings just as enthusiastically. You were more excited than you were nervous. You couldn’t wait to see him.
You found Bokuto with his head buried in his locker, and you had to hold back a snort. He was muttering something under his breath, and you were sure he had lost something else now. His locker was a mess, and you had repeatedly scolded him to clean it up or else he would lose things. Once again, you were right.
You tapped his shoulder, biting back a laugh when he jolted and banged his head against the roof. Curses flew from his mouth before he ducked and pulled his head out, turning to look at you with a glare. You watched fondly when his scowl was replaced by the widest, brightest smile you had ever seen. Bokuto’s smile could give the Sun a run for its money.
He exclaimed your name loudly, opening his arms wide to pull you into a bear hug. You immediately held a hand out to push his chest back.
“Hold it!” You lifted up the box. “I’m holding something delicate.”
Bokuto’s interest was immediately piqued, and you giggled at his childish curiosity, grabbing his wrist and tugging him with you. He hastily slammed his locker shut and let you drag him down the crowded halls and outside, finding an empty bench overlooking the school track.
“What’s going on?” He finally asked, wide golden eyes peering into your own. You sat down and patted the seat beside you for Bokuto to do the same. He obliged, waiting for you to speak. Instead, you handed him the box.
Bokuto opened it up and gasped at the selection of four intricately decorated cupcakes, admiring each one separately. You felt your heart swell at his reactions.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “This one looks like a volleyball. And this one has my jersey number!”
Bokuto looked back up at you with stars in his eyes. “I can’t believe it. This is so awesome!”
You grinned wide, fiddling with your hands a bit. “I made them for a special occasion.”
Bokuto perked up again. “What special occasion?”
You took a deep breath. Finally, the time was here. “I love you, Kou.”
Bokuto blinked before a wide smile overtook his face. “I love ya too, babe.”
You stared at him for a bit. “No. I mean, I love you. I’m in love with you.”
Now, a small, confused frown formed between the boy’s eyebrows. “I heard you. I love you, too. What’s going on? You’re bein’ weird.”
You gaped at Bokuto, unable to even fathom what he was getting from this. Were you not being clear enough? Was he not understanding what you meant?
“Kotarou, I don’t want to be just friends. This isn’t a ‘friends’ kind of love. I wanna date you. I wanna be your girlfriend.”
Now Bokuto looked flabbergasted, slowly closing the box and placing it to the side. “What are you talking about? You are my girlfriend!”
Silence. “What?”
Bokuto nodded, though he still looked at you like you had grown two heads. “Y-yeah?”
“Kou-” You held up a hand as if calling a timeout, trying, but failing, to understand what he meant. You had anticipated requited feelings. Some part of you had even considered the possibility of rejection. But this? How was this even possible?
Bokuto looked like he was processing things too. He quirked his head to the side, staring quizzically at you. One of his hands ran through his hair, almost in thought. You felt a horrific laugh bubble up inside you at how ridiculous the situation was. This…. this was so on brand for Bokuto. Your confession going awry because this idiot thought you were already dating.
“But what about all the time we’re together? I always hug you and kiss you. We have sleepovers all the time. I sleep in your damn bed!”
“Well yes, but-” You shifted. “We did that as friends!”
Bokuto gave you a look. “You think I act that way with my other friends?”
“I thought I was special.” You mumbled, suddenly rethinking almost every interaction you had with Bokuto.
“You are.” His voice softened. “Because you’re my girlfriend.”
You felt your face burn hot. “But you never-”
He waited for you to continue. You fidgeted.
“We never kissed.”
Now, a shiteating grin was slowly spreading across Bokuto’s face. He wiggled his crazy eyebrows at you. “You wanna?”
You smacked his bicep hard, making him yelp and rub the sore spot with a little pout. Inside your chest, your heart was doing endless flip flops. You still couldn’t believe that all this time, Bokuto had assumed you were dating and not just friends. The very thought of it was both completely expected and also insanely shocking at the same time.
Bokuto was watching you closely, having calmed down a bit. He gave you a little smile.
“Since ya didn’t consider any of our dates as…. dates, can I take you out on a proper one now?”
A smile spread across your face at his words. You nodded jerkily, staring down at your hands. Bokuto clapped his hands in finality.
“Great! Now, I need to eat these cupcakes and talk about how great they are.”
You laughed.
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khrysomallos · 6 months
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i saw a tiktok today comparing possessive vs protective boyfriends and it got me thinking something about a protective bokuto and mmmmmm
when people first meet bokuto, they typically peg him as the “golden retriever” boyfriend (don’t get me wrong he totally is). but he’s much smarter than people give him credit for. so much smarter.
bokuto is confident in himself, he’s confident in his relationship (unless in one of his moods.. ya know) and he trusts you whole heartedly.
you’re out at a bar with a group of people, a mix of your friends and bokuto’s. you’re at the bar getting some drinks for the table when someone slides onto the stool beside you. the stranger looks you up and down and begins a conversation. “haven’t seen you around here before, where you from?”
you answer, as it’s not in your nature to be inherently rude. “i’m visiting a friend,” you smile politely and look to the person beside you. a tall man, with a fairly slender build. his hair is neatly swept to the side.
“from out of town then? let me treat you to some home town hospitality then,” as he flags down the bar tender.
you shake your head, telling the man that you’ve already ordered a few drinks for you and your friends. he pushes on, insisting he gets you a drink - which in turn ends up being a shot. he pushes the shot glass towards you, his snake like eyes narrowing as he sticks his tongue out to tease you. you’re frustrated he isn’t catching onto your polite rejections.
“c’mon pretty, let loose and have some fun.”
you shake your head, “thank you for the offer, but i’m here celebrating my friend tonight. i’m flattered but i’m not interested, really.”
it’s as if this much more blatant rejection eggs the man on more.
bokuto, from across the bar, sits silently as he watches the interaction. he’s leaned back in his chair, slowly stirring his straw around his cup. he’s well aware of how good you look tonight, and he’s well aware of the fact that everyone checks you out as you walk by. it gives him a boost of pride knowing you’re going home with him. they can look all they want.
his eyes assessed every shift in your body language. he sees your eyebrows furrow, the way you’re leaned away from the man. how you take slow controlled breaths to regulate your frustration, he knows that to be a tell from your years together.
kuroo leans towards him, “aren’t ya gonna go over there?” and points his head in the direction of the bar.
bokuto shakes his head, “they’re more than capable of handling themselves. i don’t need to do anything,” he lets out a long breath himself.
kuroo’s eyebrows raise, “you’re better than me. if kenma was getting hit on infront of me, i would be sliding in to introduce myself.” he chuckles to himself and nudges kenma, who just snorts.
“he can try but they’ll rip a strip off him if they need too,” bokuto continues to watch the interaction between you and the stranger. the man presses on, pushing the drink towards you and waving to the bartender again even though you’ve turned down the drink. bokuto never worries in these situations, he knows you can handle yourself, and he would never want to overstep a boundary of you taking care of something.
so he waits. he watches.
his jaw tightens as he watches the next interaction. he sees the man place his hand on your lower back. his eyes darken, he could care less about this stranger. what bothers bokuto, what makes his eyes narrow, is the way you flinch and move away from the touch, how you push out your hand, hitting the man’s chest to create space between the two of you. you begin to say something, pointing your finger at him like you’re about to lecture him. but then man doesn’t respect the space, moving closer and leaning down to speak into your ear. bokuto’s hand tightens around his glass.
he waits. he watches. he assesses.
you take a step back, and that’s when you give the man a shove with both hands. bokuto smirks.
the man shakes his head in disbelieve, and begins saying something. you finally look over to your boyfriend, with tight lips and pleading eyes. your face says everything it needs too. a silent call from across the room.
bokuto would never step in by taking over something you were dealing with. he knows you’re more than capable. he also knows there are times when you’re just too overwhelmed and need help. those are times where he’ll step in, only when you ask.
bokuto throws back the rest of his drink before excusing himself from the table.
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ushiwhacka · 1 year
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time skip! bokuto kōtarō + fem! reader | mdni | 1,118 words | established relationship, talk of alcohol consumption (reader is tipsy), oral (m! receiving), slow sex, grinding, marking (m! receiving), pet names (baby, angel), request, they're so in love yuck <3
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tipsy on delicious cocktails, you had spent the night dancing with your friends. your hands running up and down the sides of your body, hips swaying to the music, relishing in hungry eyes drinking you in. but all you could think about was your sweet, sweet boyfriend. pussy throbbing at the thought of rubbing up against his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen. so impatient as you take his hand and lead him to the toilets. have him fuck you against the stall door without a thought of who might hear you. maybe suck him off in the backseat of the taxi on the way home. just to show him how much you love and appreciate him.
you shriek when you see bokuto sitting on the couch still awake. he looks so delicious with his legs spread like that, cotton shorts sitting low on his hips and his hand mindlessly running over his exposed stomach. “you waited up for me!” it’s silly but you cannot contain your excitement at the sight of him. 
“i always do.”
warmth spreads from your belly to your cheeks, smiling all woozy as you approach him. maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s the thought of him watching the clock, checking his phone, worrying about you. whatever it is, you’ve never felt more smitten with him than right now and you’re just itching to touch him, feel his skin all warm against yours. “do you think i’m hot?” unsteady feet move clumsily around each other as you twirl for him, trying your very hardest not to lose your balance. 
he catches you by the waist, pulls you closer. your pretty dress hiking up your thighs as you straddle him. “the hottest, prettiest girl in the world.” his big hands feel so warm and familiar as they sink into your hips, keeping you in place before you get the chance to start grinding against him. he knows you, knows that devious look in your eyes. and as hard as it is to resist, you’ve been drinking and you need rest. and he needs to be responsible. right? right? but you’re pawing at his chest and twisting your fingers around his nipples and he can feel how damp your panties are sitting on his stomach. 
he can barely grasp at his composure. 
“and you’re the best boyfriend ever.” his spine tingles as you run your tongue up the column of his neck. it’s wet and sloppy, and kōtarō has to swallow a moan as you keep kissing and nibbling and sucking on his sensitive skin, leaving dark marks along a trail of saliva. “i wan’ you so bad, baby.” he will regret this in the morning. “i’ve been thinking about you all night.” he will regret it but you sound so breathy and irresistible.
you taste of pineapple and sweet cream as you lick along his bottom lip and he’s so close to stuffing your needy pussy full right on that couch. but no. “you need to go to sleep.”
“no.” you’re pouting now. “i need your cock -” and his dick jumps as you take one of his hands in yours and drag it up to your throat. “- right here.” 
bokuto throws his head back, a deep, velvety groan escaping his lips. you’ll be the death of him and soon. he’s tried so very hard to be sensible. but he’s just a man. a very very seriously horny man. so his long fingers dig into the fat of your ass, and you’re reminded of just how strong he is as he lifts you both up off the couch. then he lets you order him around until he’s butt naked and reclining on your headboard, eyes fixated on how perfect you are as you slide out of your dress.
he hisses as you start crawling towards him, nails tickling their way up to his thighs. soft hands wrap around the base of his cock as you lean down to press a kiss just under the tip. then your lips drag across the underside of his shaft to his beautiful, full, round balls. they’re just so cute, so satisfying to suck on. and he sounds so pretty when he whines. thighs twitching, his stomach taut and tense. really, he could cum just from this. but it’s not like that would make you stop anyways. 
it’s just that he has the most perfect cock. hot and heavy and fat in the middle. a pretty, flushed head. and so so so very sensitive. leaking pearly beads of precum that you lick off just to spit them back on his length again. a glob of saliva running down the side of it. then your lips wrap around his tip and he’s cursing under his breath. your tongue darting out as you take more of him into your mouth. you make it messy, drool leaking down your chin, his fingers tangled in your hair. just how he likes it. panting out little oohs and aahs “fuck, fuck, fuck,” hips bucking up, “right there, f-fuck. fuck.” and you love every second of it, wiggling your ass as your eyes meet his. broken moans and the sound of you gagging slightly as he hits the back of your throat echo in the room. and he’s so close to cumming, so close to spilling himself inside your mouth. and then he feels it. 
your teeth scraping along his shaft. 
not hard enough to be painful, but enough to scare him. large hands pull your face away from his crotch. a panicked “fuck, baby, don’t bite my dick off!” as he squishes your cheeks.
“i would never!” you gasp. “it’s my favourite toy.” you’re giggling as he lifts you up to his chest. “i think you liked it a little bit.”
the only answer you get is him burying himself inside your soaked pussy in one almost painful thrust. he takes a moment to collect himself before he starts fucking you excruciatingly slowly and you can feel every inch and every vein as he fills you so completely. 
“bo,” you whine, “i love you so much.”
“i love you more, angel.” 
and he’s cradling the back of your neck, your face pressed into his chest as he continues to rut into you, hips flush together. sticky with sweat and too hot, but it’s all so perfect and tender and loving. his lips against your forehead, whispering all forms of i love you. delirious with pleasure but you hope he means it.  
a breathed out “i wanna marry you.” spoken so naturally, like it’s something he’s said a thousand times over. it makes your heart melt in your chest. and, yes, you especially hope he means that.
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peppersapro · 10 months
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Jersey Numbers
MSBY!Bokuto K. x F!reader smut drabble
Slight overstimulation, fingering, oral(fem! recovering) P in V
Unfortunately, I Had to rewrite this because it was taken down. Thank you for all the support on the original post it really means a lot. Have a great day\night and feel free to leave request.
Bokuto Koutarou was someone who lost concentration and got distracted quite easily, though that only applied to most things and your pleasure wasn't most things. Bokuto was extremely proud of his career in volleyball and the numbers on his jerseys weren't just numbers. This being said the numbers 4 and 12 meant quite a lot to him and when it comes to intimacy, he certainly doesn't forget it.
4 times he makes you cum with his fingers
"Kou please f-feels so good"
4 times he makes you cum with his mouth
"Ts too much, i can't take it!" He lets out a small hum but refuses to stop because he knows that if it was really too much you wouldn't be using his hair to push his face deeper into you
4 times he makes you cum with his cock
Hitting places you didn't know was possible, fucking you so good you've gone stupid.
"F-fuck baby just like that-"
"-did so well for me."
And just like that, within the timespan of a little over an hour he made you cum 12 times, but that wasn't even the best part. Koutarou thrived off your pleasure and came untouched just as many times.
Oh how he loved those numbers.
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asunflowerana · 1 year
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𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭
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summary: grocery day has never been so fun.
with: bokuto koutaro, oikawa tooru, sakusa kyoomi and osamu miya.
n: i've been thinking about this for a while, whenever i go shopping or buy groceries. I I wish Bo could be with me and distract me from the stress of dealing with people with charts (they're dangerous 🥴). Hope you all enjoy! 💕
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⊛ bokuto koutaro
a child inside a full-grow 190cm male body, that's what he is. The fact that he still pouts whenever you remind him that "no, you can't get inside the cart baby, you won't fit" proves the point. But besides his childish mood, he can turn your time shopping a lot funnier.
he does cart races, searches for lower prices like hunting a treasure, throw his hands in the air when he finds his favorite snacks and cackles at every single brand with a silly name. He's a total dork, but his excitement is so endearing that you cannot help but absorb it. It's actually sweet, the way he lightly takes a domestic duty. He's also helpful, willingly carrying the bags to the car, and storing the groceries later at home.
he yearns to stay close to you, so even if his both hands are grabbing the cart handle, at least some arm-brushing will happen. He'll feel pretty lost if you both need to part ways through the supermarket, but t's cute how he beams when you guys find each other later.
favorite section: breakfast food (he's addicted to cereal), and meat section.
what you usually hear from him: "babe, can we buy this?"
⊛ oikawa tooru
if there's something Tooru doesn't look forward to in the month, is grocery day. He even tried to wipe it off the fridge calendar a few times before, but you're too good to be fooled. "the Santos already ordered by delivery, why can't we do the same?" he uses the neighbor's card, whining like his teenager version would.
but one way or another, you always convince him to go. If he's in a bad mood, he'll probably sulk in the beginning, lazily riding the cart while sighing every two minutes 'cause this is a total "waste of time". But as the trip proceeds, he gets used to it, even forgetting what he was so grumpy about when a product catches his attention. With some subtle kisses and a small treat, you can even get a smile out of him.
He likes to wrap his arm around your back or keep you close by the waist. Not having you there with him it's the worst it could happen, so he needs to make sure you stay by his side (also because he simply likes holding you).
favorite section: checkouts (not a surprise), and cosmetics section. He can spend a good amount of time selecting body products.
what you usually hear from him: "are we done?"; "baby, I need your help. This one, or this one?".
⊛ sakusa kiyoomi
he's the one looking forward to this day. He gets uneasy when things run out in the house, so going shopping is almost necessary for his peace of mind. What he doesn't look forward to, though, is dealing with people at the supermarket. Most precisely, the lines, but let's not talk about it to not ruin the mood.
he's very selective, taking whatever time he has to inspect and be sure of the products, in case it isn't a common choice of yours. He appreciates being aware of what you are consuming, not only for being an athlete but because he cares about your health. He likes to share what he's been learning from the team's nutritionist, but he is not a dictator: if you want to treat yourself to some tasty sweets or snacks, he won't get in the way. He'll even join the party.
He'll offer his arm for you to wrap your own, or hold hands. He's grateful to have your company, so he'll cherish it as much as he can. He's also very protective if the place or the lines are too crowned, keeping you by his side and holding you close with his arm.
favorite section: cleaning products (you have no idea how relieved he gets when he goes there).
what you usually hear from him: "I know you want it. Go ahead, put in the cart"; "they always put the gloves way back there"; "these stupid lines. Again."
⊛ osamu miya
the king of groceries. He's used to doing this two, or three times a week, and it never gets boring. The experience has made him smarter about where and when it is best to buy, plus he has a good eye when it comes to product quality and price. So yeah, you have almost nothing to worry about when Osamu Miya is your grocery partner. Almost.
he's very chill and helpful while shopping, but you better keep a good eye on the cart: it'll get filled in one minute. When Osamu likes something, he makes a point of buying as much as he can. Once, he filled almost three entire carts, and half of one was just from rice bags. Someone might think you have a whole volleyball team as a family with the amount of food he wants to take home.
Hand on your back, shoulder, waist, any free space he has to keep you close to him – and he'll keep it there the whole time. Touch is one of his love languages, so there's no way he won't keep in contact with you.
favorite section: fruit and vegetables, and bakery. He loves the smell of fresh ingredients.
what you usually hear from him: "sweetheart, just one more. It'll be the last, I promise"; "hope Tsum doesn't visit us today"
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moonswolfie · 5 months
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Smart cookie
Bokuto x quiet!bookworm!reader
(reader is fem)
reviving this old ass draft lmao, this is a fun opposites attract idea i had a while ago, I got a few new ideas for it thanks to @kairismess so here we are
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"Bokuto-san, where are you headed?" Akaashi called out when he noticed that Bokuto was heading in a different direction than usual.
"Oh, I'm going to the library!" Bokuto replied cheerfully.
"Oh, well, make sure to- Wait... you're going where?" The entire Fukurodani team had to do a double take, Akaashi asking again.
"The library!" Bokuto repeated loudly, putting his hands on his hips.
"Bokuto. Please tell us if something dark is happening in your life. You know we're here for you." Konoha placed his hand on Bokuto's shoulder, looking at him with a grim expression.
"Uhh, sure? Why are you telling me this now?" Bokuto seemed confused, but appreciated the compassion nonetheless.
"And why do all of you look so scared right now, anyways?" he looked behind Konoha to find the entire team looking concerned and scared.
"It's... nothing. Have... fun." Akaashi smiled, clearly forced.
"...If you say so..." Bokuto turned around and continued walking to the library, despite still being confused and concerned for his teammates.
And there you were. The apple of his eye. Reading a book at the same spot you always read at. You're one of his classmates, but it almost seems like you're strangers. You've never talked before and you don't talk much in general, anyways.
He had to hold back from immediately approaching you, something the managers advised him he shouldn't do with girls. He doesn't know why, but the managers would know better than him since they're girls, right?
So, he picked out a random book and decided to subtly watch you from afar. Unfortunately for him, nothing about him is subtle.
He sat down with the book, pretending to read it while he stole glances at you. "See, I'm smart too! I like books too!" he thought, hoping you would notice him. And you did. His smile brightened with each step you took towards him.
"It's upside down." you pointed to something in his direction.
"Huh?" he looked around, clearly troubled and not understanding what you mean. He got a bit distracted with how pretty your voice sounds, after all.
"Your book. It's upside down." you reiterated, pointing more clearly at the book in his hands.
"Oh... Oh!! Hahaha, oops!" He quickly flipped the book over, smiling at you but dying of embarrasment on the inside. Well, atleast it got you to talk to him!
You sighed slightly, turning back to return to reading and his heart almost sank. He can't let this opportunity go to waste! He finally broke the ice between him and the girl of his dreams!
"Wait! Ah, I mean... wait." He switched his tone over to a whisper when he saw your scowl, only now realising he should be quiet in the library.
"Ummm, we should really... talk more." Bokuto had trouble thinking of things to say. Especially when he doesn't know a single thing about you besides the fact that you like reading which he clearly isn't too versed in.
"Uh, sure. I'll see you tommorow." You replied simply, now actually going back to your spot and continuing to read.
"I meant now..." he mumbled under his breath. Still, this is a GREAT sign. An amazing sign!
"Hehehe, my plan worked..."
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Being Bokuto’s Pregnant Partner:
Going Into Labor
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Timeskip! MSBY Kotaro Bokuto x GN! pregnant Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy, swearing
***everyone’s pregnancy experience is different. This is a combination of my experience as well as personal friends accounts
WC: ~2k
AN: not sure why I wrote this but it just kinda came to me 😅 also I know the picture isn’t timeskip Bokuto but also, tell me this ISNT timeskip Bokuto 🤔
Honestly, this is probably the worst case scenario. You’d prepared yourself for everything leading up to this point, the bags were packed and ready, the car seat was installed, you’re postpartum popsicle pads were marinating in the freezer. You had been ready for this baby to come, but what you were ready for was your water to break an hour before an MSBY Black Jackals game.
Your husband, Kotaro Bokuto, was the Jackals winged spiker and you knew exactly how much he loved the game of volleyball. In fact, you probably knew this more than most. At your wedding, Kotaro insisted that you include “volleyball” wherever you could in your vows. So while most people said “in sickness and health”, you said “in sickness and health, through volleyball season”. Not that any of that bothered you, Kotaro loved his sport and you had grown to love it too. You loved going to games, cheering your man on and even traveling with the team occasionally. So when you and Bokuto planned to start a family, you tried to plan accordingly and out of volleyball season. However, things don’t always go as planned, which is why you were knee deep in play off season with a 38 week belly the size of an entire volleyball team.
“Shit!” You cursed as you went to your bedroom to change pants and try to form a plan of attack. Your doctor had told you that if your water had broken that you needed to try to get to the hospital within a few hours. So far, you hadn’t had any contractions but you knew that your situation could change at any moment. While you were pondering your next move, your phone rang. Picking it up, you slide your finger across the screen and answered.
“Hey Yn, I just wanted to let you know what seats I’m in so you don’t have to wander around,”Keiji Akaashi, Bokuto’s best friend said.
“Umm slight change of plans Keiji, my waters just broke,” you respond, teeth gritted.
A short pause followed by a sigh broke through the receiver as Akaashi spoke, “did you tell him yet? Have you called the hospital?” You could tell he was walking, hearing voices and his breathing increase as he made his way out of the stadium.
“I just changed my pants when you called. I was about to call the hospital. I’m not having contractions right now so I think we are good,” you repeat as Akaashi gives you a hum of confirmation.
“And you’ve called Bokuto?” He repeated as you grew silent, you lack of a response all Akaashi need for confirmation.
“YN?”
You had been thinking about how to approach the subject of your water breaking with your dear husband. While of course you knew Bokuto would want to be there, you also knew he’d be upset if he missed his game, especially since you weren’t in active labor.
“I know I need to tell him Keiji but he doesn’t need to come to the hospital right now. He could still play in the game and if things change, I’m sure Meian would let him leave. There’s plenty of subs that can take his place,” you say, finishing up the last minute tasks before you find a way to head to the hospital.
Silence filled the call as Akaashi thought through your plan. He knew Bokuto as well, if not better than you did and he knew your plan was thought out.
“Ok Yn, how about you call him and I’ll come take you to the hospital and stay with you until he gets there?”
You sighed in relief as you sat down on the chair in your kitchen and nodded to yourself, “Thanks Keiji! Text me when you get here and I’ll meet you downstairs ok?” You bid Akaashi farewell as you pulled up your husbands contact and hit call.
It rang twice before the cherry voice of your hyped up hubby filled the air.
“Hey hey hey baby! Did you need help finding Akaashi?” He cheered, the background noise of the locker room filling the call.
“Hey love, umm so please don’t panic,” you say through gritted teeth as the receiver goes silent, “my waters broke at home. But- BUT I’m not in labor and I’m feeling fine! Akaashi is coming to get me and take me to the hospital.”
Silence continued to fill the phone as you pulled your phone away from your ear to check that the call was still connected. You had never heard Kotaro so quiet in all your life, not even during his worst emo mode.
“Kotaro? Are you still there?”
Suddenly a panic “WHAT?” sounded in your ear as you pulled the phone away. You shouldn’t have been surprised as you heard Kotaro shouting and his teammates gather around him.
“Bokuto what the hell man chill out!” You heard Inunaki shout into the phone. You could hear the incoherent ramblings of your husband in the background as his teammates tried to calm him down.
“Put the phone on speaker!” Someone shouted as suddenly several male voices boomed.
“Hello? YN, what’s wrong? You good? Bokuto is pulling his stuff from his locker and we don’t know what’s going on,” Meian asked as you sighed deeply and palmed your face. You knew this would happen, which was why you thought carefully about even telling Kotaro in the first place. Sure you wanted him there by your side but you also knew your labor might be long and that your husband wasn’t exactly know for his patience.
“Hey Shugo, first off, I’m fine but my waters did break. I’m not having contractions and Akaashi just texted me saying he’s here. He’s taking me to the hospital,” you repeat as you grab your big and keys.
“Well shit, umm ok what do you need from us? The game starts in 45 minutes,” he questions as you head to the elevator, feeling more water leak from between your legs. Thankfully you have put a pad on when you changed your pants.
“Ok first off, don’t panic. If Kotaro wants to play in the game he can. I’ll probably be at the hospital for a while before anything happens so we have a lot of time,” you say as Meian silently listens, “I don’t think it will do any good to have a hyper Kotaro just standing around while the hospital is getting things going.”
“Makes sense Yn, ok I’ll talk to him and see what he wants to do. I’ll have coach keep his phone on the bench, if you need anything, call him ok?” Meian repeats as you nod, heading into Akaashi’s car.
“Thanks Shugo, I appreciate it!”
“No problem Yn! Good luck!” He says before hanging up the phone as Akashi begins to drive off the hospital.
Meanwhile, your husband is freaking out, and ready to run to the hospital if he has too. He wants to be there, wants to support you in anyway he can.
“Bokuto, YN’s fine. Akaashi is taking YN to the hospital as we speak. It’s going to take a while so, if you want, you can play in the game and then leave for the hospital,” Meian suggests as Bokuto’s head shots up to meet his eyes.
“I CANT JUST LET YN ALONE!” He screeches as Sakusa rolls his eyes, stepping forward to sit next to him.
“Bokuto Yn is fine. Trust me, just because their waters broke doesn’t mean the baby is coming right now. My partner and I were in the hospital for 2 days before our kid was born,” he said trying to calm his feral teammate down.
“But what if YN has the baby and I’m not there?” Bokuto sobs, big golden eyes glazing with tears.
“Dude that’s not going to happen ok? Akaashi has Yn and he’s going to call if anything happens. If it does, you can leave right away. It’s literally 10 minutes to the hospital from here,” Atsumu says, trying to reassure his spiker, “plus if we win this game fast, then you can get to the hospital sooner.”
Bokuto perked up, his eyes drying instantly as he stood quickly, “well come on then! We’ve got a game to win!”
It had been 2 hours since you’d arrived at the hospital. The doctors and nurses had been fussing over you so much that you hadn’t even had time to turn on the Tv to watch your husbands game. Akaashi had left quickly to grab something to eat while you were getting set up.
“Can you turn the TV on please? My husband is playing in a game and I’d like to watch if possible,” you asked the nurse as she politely nodded and grabbed the remote, handing it to you.
You listened to the drum of your babies heartbeat as you quietly relaxed into the bed, the nurse starting the pitocin to help further along your progress. You flipped through channels, unable to find the game as you silently pouted. The nurse looked down at you as you continued to search.
“What does your husband play?” She asked.
“Professional volleyball. He’s a spiker for the MSBY Black Jackals,” you happily hummed as you continued to search for the game.
“Oh I knew I recognized your surname! Your husband is Kotaro Bokuto right? Sorry to tell you this sweetheart but that game ended 30 minutes ago,” she responded as you looked at her with confusion. As you went to speak, the door of your hospital room burst open as Kotaro stood in his MSBY gear. Your eyes widened at your husbands state as he raced to your side, grabbing your hand and squeezing.
“Kotaro? What the hell?” You shouted, shocked at your husbands state as Akaashi silently came into the hospital room.
“Hey hey hey baby! How are you doing? Are you ok? How’s the baby?” Kotaro shouted, ignoring your questions as you looked from him to Akaashi. Akaashi had sat down, shaking his head back and forth.
“I’m fine Ko, but umm back to my question,” you chimed.
“Oh the game? Yeah we won in straight sets,” Kotaro cheered as he pulled the chair close to you.
“Kotaro you won three sets straight in an hour and a half? Is that even possible?” You questioned as Akaashi nodded.
“Bokuto was unstoppable YN. First two sets finished in under an hour.”
“The last one took longer because the other team was stubborn but I blasted through with liners and cross shots. Plus Hinata and Sakusa were on point too!” Bokuto smiled, “I would have been here even faster if I wouldn’t have been stopped by the reporters. I told them you were in labor and that I had to go!”
“And you didn’t think to maybe shower or change before you came?” You noted as your husband looked down at himself, seemingly not noticing his disheveled and sweaty appearance.
“Oh I totally forgot about that!” He grinned as you rolled your eyes and Akaashi palmed his face.
“We’ll go and shower in the bathroom ok? I’m not having you hold our baby when you are gross and sweaty!”
“But YN- what if something happens while I’m showering?” He pouts as you grab his hand and squeeze.
“Ko, I promise nothing will happen, now go before I need you,” you prompted as your husband jumped up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing his bag on the way. The door shuts and those shower sounds as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“We’re you nervous he wouldn’t get here YN?” Akaashi asked as you shook your head.
“Not really, I was more nervous I’d get a call from Meian saying that he went full emo mode during the first set and that did turn on the TV to see my husband sulking on the bench,” you laughed as Akaashi chuckled.
“I don’t think anything but winning that game and getting to you crossed his mind YN,” Akaashi responded and smiled, happy your husband was finally with you.
“Nah YN, I really don’t think anything could bring that guy down right now. He’s on cloud 9.”
“You’re right Keiji,” you sighed as you waited for your energetic husband to flock to your side.
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forusomimiya · 10 months
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Hiii <3 love your works! If you don’t mind I have a request for you 🥹 can you please write smut about Bokuto and his gf who didn’t do anything sexual yet? Like he���s her first and she wants to do stufff with him but being shy so when she or he is over for the night she asks him if she can just get to know his body lol since she never touched or seen it before and they’re just kissing while she gives him a handjob while he tries to look smug and cool but he’s actually flustered needy mess 😚😚😚
AAHHHHHHH im just AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH "she runs to her computer and types furiously" the image of bokuto trying to take control of the situation when in truth he is DESPERATE to stick his d!ck in a hole has me crazy 😩😩😩😩😩 my poor baby, what he does for love (enjoy <3)
“So… wanna hook up?” He settles into the sofa and stretches an arm across the backrest as he looks at you and asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe?" A small acceleration in your heartbeat alerts you to a possible rejection. Maybe it was normal that Bokuto still didn't want to have sex with you but, fuck, it wasn't the first time you'd been kissing while you jerking him off, or he'd observed the wetness in your panties and proceeded to eat you out. But never anything more than that, and you wanted it.
A lot.
"Just let me touch you… a little more than other times… please" you move to his neck and finish the sentence by kissing him. Warm skin scented with citrus. "oh baby…" he warns as he squirms in the seat. "things are getting interesting down here" his nervous laugh prompts you to glance sideways at his crotch. Clearly and as you expected, he's getting hard.
"so, what do you say to my offer?" you run your hand down his abdomen and continue down until you reach his bulge, more prominent than a few seconds ago and with the fabric of his pants taut. But Bokuto doesn't mind, in fact it makes him hotter, and he raises his hips in search of more contact with you.
"Yes… I say yes" you keep moving down until you brush your fingers along the seam near his ass. "But… ju-just tell me what you want."
“You, Boo”
"And how do you want me? Hmm? wanna details… please" Bokuto has closed his eyes, possibly to concentrate on your caresses, kisses, and the scene he will recreate in his mind with what you are going to tell him next.
"Just wanna be yours, fucking yours. Wanna ya to take me like you've been wanting to all these months, but haven't dared to do… I've watched you devour me with your eyes, and despite getting your attention several times, you still haven't make a move on the board." You bring your hand up and work your way inside his pants, stretching his underwear until you reach up to touch his cock and pull it out. "Right pretty boy?"
You move slowly up and down as you keep whispering in his ear, lifting him to paradise with your words. You haven't the slightest idea what's going through his head, but you know he's trying to resist and is clearly making a fool of himself.
"Look at you… trying to keep control of the situation when in truth you are so desperate that you can't take any more… If so, fuck me now" the presemen sliding down the tip of his cock confirms it. Little spasms accompany him as you stroke the hole clean and take him into your mouth.
Watching him doing that wasn't the best idea.
"Shit, you fucking cumslut" in one swift movement he has you sprawled out on the couch. A moan escapes your lips as you feel yourself trapped from both hands. "You just like to tease, don't you?" He lifts your dress to find you wearing absolutely nothing underneath, getting your legs to spread and your back to arch as he watches as he stares at your pussy, mouth salivating. "Wow… you had it ready, is that it?" you groan again and clench just hearing his words.
This is the Bokuto you wanna see.
He hurries to take his cock and run it up and down your thigh, watching as it stains your skin from the leaks, though now he's not the only one now dripping. "Fuck baby… if you wanted me so bad you just had to say so… You've been in my head so many nights baby, so many nights wishing I could take this little cunt, that now I have you here and I can give you everything you need."
Goddamn it. You just want him to stop talking and fuck you. Your desperate moans help incriminate you and get his attention.
"Easy pretty, coming… I was just watching you get a little wetter for me, you needy little…" He positions himself between your legs and pumps his cock a couple of times before sliding past your entrance and slipping in your flow, taking advantage of the lubrication from your cum to ram into you all at once and steal your breath away.
"I didn't promise to be kind…"
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doumadono · 5 months
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Warnings: post-timeskip Kōtarō, fem!Reader, spanking, light masochism?
Summary: Your deep trust in Kōtarō led you to desire trying something new and exciting with him
A/N: This marks my fourth standalone fic for this delightful Kinktober. Brace yourself for a tantalizing read! Today's prompt: spanking
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You loved your boyfriend, Kōtarō, with all your heart, but your paths took you in different directions. While you were eager to explore and try new things, he seemed more conservative and reluctant to venture beyond his comfort zone.
After days of persistent requests and almost pleading, he finally agreed to try out some enticing new experience, at least in your opinion.
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Smack!
"Like that?" he asked, his eyebrow cocked.
"Harder." You lay sprawled on your stomach across Kōtarō's lap, a thrilling mixture of need and excitement coursing through you as he agreed to explore new realms of passion with you.
His hand descended once more upon your ass, but it still felt disappointingly gentle, prompting a needy whine to escape your lips. "What? Too gentle for your taste?" Kōtarō inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of concern.
With a scoff and a playful smirk, you responded, "Babe, I want it to sting. This feels more like a friendly high-five."
Smack! Smack! Smack! Each of the smacks was incredibly gentle, almost as if he was lightly patting instead of smacking.
Kōtarō's voice retained its honeyed sweetness, despite the unusual context, as he expressed his reluctance, "I don't want to hurt you, babe."
You appreciated his caring nature, but you shifted your body slightly in his lap, allowing you to meet his soft, golden eyes. Speaking in a hushed tone, you traced a teasing finger up and down his arm, your desire unmistakable in your words, "Darling, don't sweat it, you couldn't possibly hurt me. You see, what you're doing is a real turn-on for me, and I feel incredible when you're in the driver's seat. Rest assured, if anything felt even slightly amiss, I'd have you know right away, alright?"
Kōtarō's complexion took on a deeper, nervous, rosy hue, and the telltale signs of his racing heart were evident in his expression and the subtle cadence of his breath. "Just so you know, I would never hurt you, right? For any reason? Other than this, I guess," he confessed, his voice tinged with a touch of uncertainty.
A tender smile graced your lips, touched by the sweetness of his sincerity. "Yes, baby. I know," you assured him, your trust in his intentions unwavering.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
His gentle hand caressed your cheek, tracing delicate patterns for a few moments. Then, in a fluid and harmonious motion, he raised his hand and brought it crashing back down with a resonant smack. Smack! It stung, the sensation of pain intertwining with the underlying currents of pleasure. Another repetition of these actions elicited a similar response — a sharp pang of pain, followed by a thrilling surge of pleasure, and a sultry moan from your lips. Your back arched further, subtly pressing your tempting derrière upward, an invitation for more. “Harder, tiger. Please, spank me again.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Bokuto was typically the sweetest lover, offering you the purest vanilla experiences most of the time. But every now and then, something would set him off, whether it was your kinkiness or his own intense desire, and his flavor would change. It was utterly delicious, the way he began to take silent pleasure in your gasps with each slap against your skin. "Getting a little red back here," he commented as he tenderly caressed your heated skin on your asscheek, "Need a break?"
"Yeah," you replied, flipping your body over to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, savoring the pleasant soreness that had settled into your backside.
"Come here," Kōtarō urged. With a kiss to your cheek and a contented sigh, he held you close.
You lay in his arms for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Then, you felt his fingers trace a tantalizing path downward, reaching the sweet, damp spot between your legs. A delightful gasp escaped your lips as two of his fingers began to stroke your slit. "Kōtarō!" You giggled, your laughter merging with moans as his fingers plunged inside.
"Well, given my impeccable performance in the spanking department, I do believe it's high time I receive a well-deserved reward."
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sugawara-levi · 7 months
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Bokuto + in the car | Under the bridge
❀ Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader
❀ 0,8k words
❀ setting: smut, car sex, established relationship
❀ cw: handjob (f receiving), petnames (babe), swearing (fuck), creampie, unprotected sex
Bokuto will just pull up at a random curb while you’re out driving and look you dead in the eyes and goes,
“Babe, I’m horny” with the biggest doe eyes you ever saw. Fuck what a beautiful sight that man is.
It doesn’t take long till you’re parked in a more secluded spot with his hand between your thighs, working it’s magic.
Slowly, slowly his palms drag up along you thighs, lingering where they are fuller, where they barely touch each other if you stand up straight. It’s his favourite spot.
Soon enough his lips are on yours, you can’t think straight but you can feel him drawing circles through the fabric of you trousers.
As his lips travel on from you mouth, freeing your quiet moans, his hand starts rubbing up and down the inside of your thighs, just how you like it. You have to pull him off of your neck to get him back on your lips, and you feel your lips burn as your teeth clash together forcefully.
“Fuck, y/n.”
As he’s moving on to your clit you can feel yourself getting hard and wet at the friction, and your hips buck up involuntarily against his hand.
“So pretty, so pretty my y/n.”
You can barely suppress you moans, the tiny bit of sanity you have left reminding you that you are still in the car, still in a public area.
“Louder for me babe? Can’t hear ya, no one can hear ya, just me.”
That’s what it takes for your sanity to disappear completely. Don’t think Bokuto is any better, mumbling and fumbling all over you. With the sounds of the both of you combined you can probably be heard a mile away.
Soon your bottom clothes are discarded as he works his way around your panties to start gnawing at your core without any annoying hindrances. It’s so hot down there, his fingers are almost burning against your skin, and the seat beneath you is definitely getting soaked.
In a slow motion he drags his finger through your labia before he pushes one in ever so slightly. There's just something about the setting that makes this whole thing way more exiting than it needed to be, and you inhale sharply against his lips as he ads a second finger. Pumping in and out of you. With how wet you are the friction is not nearly enough and you're humping against his every thrust.
“Boku... need more.” you get out between his intense kisses.
“On it babe.”
Looking over to his side you can see that he's already unbuckled his trousers and is sporting a rather obvious hard-on. How had you not noticed till now?
He's working on his own needs for merely a second before you lean over and pull his seat as far back as it goes.
“Oh-ho~ impatient are we?” he teases.
Instead of answering you climb over to his seat and position yourself as best you can.
Looking up at him he looks so pleased with himself, like you’re some fucking trophy. You decide to silence him.
In a spark of lust you grab his face by the cheek and look him dead in the eyes as you lower yourself onto his cock.
“o”
It’s your turn to grin, “Not so cocky now, huh?”
He lets out an exasperated breath followed by chantings of your name. “y/n y/n y/n.”
When you start moving up and down it doesn’t take long for the both of you to be reduced to nothing but moans.
Some boys are quiet, Bokuto is not one of them.
Your moans as well as his breaths and grunts and occasional moans fill the whole car.
When he starts bucking up into you you can barely keep up anymore and you have to use all your energy to steady yourself against the roof of the car. As he pushes up into you with all his might.
In the back of your mind you register briefly that maybe you’re being just a bit more vocal than usual. Is it the setting? Are you both turned on so much by raw fucking in the car?
As his breathing becomes less coherent and your moans more of a whimper the answer is clear to you.
“Fuuck Y/n, cumming”
“me too baby” with your neck craned like this up agains the roof it’s a wonder it didn’t break.
“can I- come inside? Beautiful girl”
“mhm, yeah, please, haah”
At the same time you both reach your climax. You shuddering against him, his pace stopping and you finally coming down from the awkward position.
Resting on his lap you can feel the cum still spurting inside of you as you both come down from your heights. And slowly making its way down and out as he goes limp inside you.
“That. was great.”
“Repeat another time?”
“Fuck yes.”
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teamatsumu · 5 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 20
scratching - bokuto koutaro x reader
word count: 750
kinktober masterlist
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In his first week of joining MSBY, Hinata received the shock of his life when he first saw Bokuto shirtless in the locker room.
“Bokuto-san!” He had gasped, eyes widening when they fell on his senpai’s back. Red scratches lined the wide expanse of skin, some long and thin, some short and choppy, scattered between them were small, crescent shaped markings that looked an awful lot like nails digging into skin. Bokuto had turned around at the sound of his name, staring curiously at Hinata until the boy had gestured to Bokuto’s marred back questioningly. He laughed.
Bokuto was a beast on the court. So he didn’t understand why people were surprised that he was a beast in bed too. Nothing about him was subtle, so of course, the remnants of his sex life lived on his skin proudly, and he had no desire to hide them. After Hinata got over his initial shock, he realized how on-brand this actually was. Bokuto was an intense person, loud and proud, and he met the same standards in all areas of his life. All of them.
So when Bokuto fucked you into the mattress, pounded his cock into your little hole, he didn’t protest against your body’s reactions, didn’t mind when you screamed and arched, arms wrapping around him and nails digging deep into his skin. He welcomed it, reveled in the pricking and burning on his back when you dragged your fingers over it, crying into his ear about how good it felt, how you had missed his cock filling you up the way it was right now. He would watch your teary eyes and flushed face, feeling the last vestiges of his control slip away at how pathetic and whiny you looked, reduced into a mess because of him.
Your feet would kick out, twitching and trembling when he found that one glorious spot deep inside you, the tip of his dick hitting it again and again, hips smacking into you with purpose. One of his hands would reach for the headboard, holding himself steady as he lost himself to the feeling of your tight, fluttering walls, squeezing so gloriously around his shaft that it only made him go faster, thrust harder, hearing you squeal and arch until your breasts pressed to his bare torso, and your nails dug deep, likely drawing blood, little swipes of your hands as you came around his dick, crying at how good he made you feel.
There was a sharp, sharp sting that came with your nails. When you would first dig them into Bokuto’s back, he didn’t feel much, but as time passed and Bokuto kept thrusting into you, he would feel a thin burn, tracks of it shooting their way down his back until they made him tense up, and all the blood rushed to his cock. The pain would muddle his brain so gloriously it made him feral. And all he could think of was filling your begging, weeping cunt full of his cum.
The snug, wet warmth of your pussy, combined with the tingling fire on his back, was what made him empty his load into you, eyes rolling up as his hips stuttered, smacking his hips into you one last time before he came deep inside, feeling as if his very soul was being sucked out of him and into the welcoming embrace of your greedy cunt. It was enough to make Bokuto black out for a moment, so lightheaded that, for a split second, he would forget his own name.
He wouldn’t even register the aftereffects of your passionate activities until he heard your horrified gasp behind him in the shower.
“Kou, your back!” Your eyes wide with guilt, one hand covering your mouth in shock. Bokuto would blink in confusion as you fussed over him, not understanding what the big deal was. So you had scratched him up while having sex, what was the problem here? It felt good when you did it, and it still felt good afterward. He could feel the sting whenever he moved, a reminder of his bedroom activities, a huge boost to his ever-hungry ego. And when he would try to explain it to you, proudly yet childishly calling them ‘battle scars’, you would huff out a worried laugh, only backing down when he reassured you over and over again that he liked it, loved it, in fact. Would proudly carry the signs of your pleasure on his back. Would be willing to show everyone how good he made his girl feel.
The entire volleyball team already knew, and if some paparazzi were to conveniently catch him shirtless at any time, the whole world would know too. And Bokuto had no problem with that.
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vampyirr · 1 year
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No Nut November
w/nekoma and fukurodani
seijoh ver inarizaki ver
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kenma
his sex drive isn’t high like he doesn’t need sex every week so he lasts a long time. i think kenma would like to see you cosplay so you use that to your advantage. you order a bunch of revealing cosplays and they finally come after 2 weeks. you make kenma sit on your bed with his eyes closed as you change in the bathroom. when you come out he opens his eyes and is instantly hard. you twirl around trying to show him all of it and you look so pretty. you slowly walk towards him and sit on his lap. he can’t keep his hands to himself, he ruins you.
kuroo
2 weeks straight. but you won’t tease him, he’ll tease you. he’ll get you all worked up to the point you start begging for him but he’ll just say “i have a bet win” he teases you for a week straight but after awhile he cant take it anymore. he just wants to pounce on you. its very hard for him not to fuck you on every surface. finally one day you get out the shower and forgot your clothes. you walked in with only a towel on. his eyes never leave you as you walk around your room. you notice him staring at you and ask if something is wrong. he finally does what he’s been wanting to do for so long. he literally jumps and pins you down
akaashi
the whole month can surprisingly control himself. its not easy but its not impossible for him. if you tease him he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and say “love your so beautiful but i cant” butterflies immediately like he’s so sweet but so hot. but don’t worry, he’ll take care of you. if your horny and need him he’ll eat you out or finger you or even let you ride his thigh. basically, anything that’s not his cock. when it’s over he takes good care of you. letting you use his cock all you want because you couldn’t for so long. even when you get tired he’s grabbing your hips and helping you ride him.
bokuto
with his energy good luck. um yea he’s very needy. didn’t know exactly what it was so you had to explain it to him. he really wants to try it but fails very soon. 4 days. after a game he still has a lot of energy and right after he takes you to the locker room and fucks you so hard, your legs are so wobbly after. when he realizes he failed he wants to try again but always ends up fucking you after about 5 days. it’d be after practice or when you wake up or even just during the day. he needs you a lot. he fails like 6 times and each time he fucks you harder then the last
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shellz-ishere · 2 years
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Bokuto is the type to let you do what u want to him for 5minutes and then go absolutely insane. Filthy whimpers and begging for you to let him out of the handcuffs you tied him up to. One arm each on the headboard. Whining and pleading for you to let him out so he can properly pleasure you. Just like only he can.
You know you seriously fucked up teasing him too much is the moment his pleads die down and he gets super quiet.
Thats when his hips start moving on auto-pilot and he absolotely rams. Your. Shit. You wont underestimate his strength either when he breaks the beds headboard to hold your hips and properly fuck up into you.
No begging and pleading for you. Only sobs and screams of pleasure.
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ushiwhacka · 1 year
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time skip! bokuto kōtarō + fem! reader | mdni | 1,578 words | established relationship, mirror sex, fingering, creampie, implied insecure reader, bokuto wants to show you how pretty you look for him <3
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bokuto has been watching you all night, amber eyes following your fingers as they run over the stem of the wine glass, your hand wrapping around the thin strap sliding down your shoulder, chewing on your lips as you scan the room for him. he knows you hate it when he stares, but he can’t help it. you’re the prettiest girl in the room. the prettiest girl in the world. he’d look at you only for the rest of his life if he could. and maybe that’s impossible, but he can look at you only for the rest of the night.
now standing in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, he should be focusing on unbuttoning your dress. it’s already a difficult enough task for him, his fingers too large and clumsy to deal with the tiny, slippery buttons that run across the length of the dress. but how can he? you look breathtaking, skin glowing in the dimmed warm light and nearly feverish to the touch. maybe it was the wine that you had over dinner. or maybe you’re just flustered at how his eyes are raking over your form in the mirror, how his tongue peeks out just slightly to wet his lips, how he leans in to inhale the scent of you, hair tickling his nose. it’s both, probably. the feeling of your skin burns against his knuckles. and his breathing becomes more laboured with each breath as he fumbles with the delicate fabric. 
“you’re so beautiful,” kōtarō whispers before he presses his lips to the top of your ear, then trails little kisses down the side of your neck, your eyes meeting as he nips at your shoulder. he wraps his arms around your chest, brute strength keeping you in place. “do you know how beautiful you are, hm?”
he never tries to hide his feelings. his love is unreserved, so freely expressed, so overwhelming. and you yearn to bask in his warm, bright light, but your body is frozen in place. and you can’t silence the nagging voice that’s always questioning if you’re good enough for him. “kōtarō,” clutching at his arms, you try to squirm away from his grip, “please let go.”
but he’s slightly tipsy and very much in love with you, so he isn’t going to give up. “let me show you how i see you.” the faint whisper of his voice as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck makes your skin tingle. it feels like you’re holding his beating heart in your hands. and you yearn to see yourself through his eyes, shimmering and perfect. he waits until you nod to slip the straps down your shoulders and lets the beautiful dress he bought for you pool on the floor. 
you can hear your own heartbeat and the blood rushing through your veins as you stand in front of the mirror, bare aside from a pair of seamless panties. eyes darting across the room as you try to focus on anything but your naked form and how embarrassing it is to be so exposed.
his hands move to cup your breasts gently, thumbs circling your pebbling nipples. “they’re so pretty. look.” the pads of his digits sink into the fat of your tits as he squeezes them, pinching your hardened nubs between his thumb and forefinger until your eyes meet once again. “fit perfectly in my hands, see?”
words stick to your throat as you take in the reflection of your bodies intertwined. and you start to understand the appeal. your body looks so soft against the wall of corded muscles behind you. and his eyes are more of a burning fire than amber as he looks at you like you’re the only thing that exists in the universe. like he would die for you.
something about how he’s still completely clothed makes the blood rush to your head. and you start to notice little details, your chest heaving, lips swollen from biting down on them, and you think you might look like the heroine of one of those erotic novels you like to read in secret. and it makes your pussy flutter with excitement.
bokuto traces your spine, marking his way down with sloppy kisses as he kneels behind you. then his lips move to the back of your thighs and he tugs your soaked panties down until they’re lying around your feet. and you’re completely naked and his for the taking.
“you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world,” he says it like it’s an indisputable fact. and you believe he means it. and he believes it too. 
arms scramble to cover your bits as he pushes the tan leather armchair behind you to face the mirror. but then it all happens so quickly - bokuto sitting down, grabbing you by the hips to pull you onto his lap, and then forcing your feet on the armrests. your legs stretched so wide it’s painful. 
his lips are grazing your ear again. “fuck, baby, look at you.” your gaze is trained on his hand as it moves across your hip bone and down your pelvis. thick fingers teasing your plump pussy lips. skin so soft he almost feels like his touch might spoil it. “you see how cute your little cunt is?”
a pearlescent drop of slick drips from your hole, and god, you look sinful. like temptation itself. you should be embarrassed. gushing and throbbing at the tiniest of compliments. but you don’t. the only thing on your mind is how you want your boyfriend to do every nasty thing you’ve ever read, seen, and imagined in your most desperate moments. 
his grip on your chin keeps your eyes on the mirror while he uses his other hand to play with your pussy. you’re a whiny mess as he slowly runs his middle finger down your slit, cooing against your jaw. 
“is my baby needy?” 
you whimper at the friction as he dips two digits inside you. it’s cruel how he’s moving so slowly, working you open around his fingers. stretching your walls, but avoiding the soft, spongy spot you’re aching for him to touch. he notices your frustration by the way you squirm in his lap, the plush of your ass pressing into his dick which is so painfully hard at this point. but he can’t just give you what you want. you have to ask for it, take it for yourself.
“be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
brain foggy with lust, you scramble to string a few words together. “wan’ your cock, please, please, please.” it comes out slurred and pathetic but it’s good enough for him. he’s yours.
you buck your hips helplessly as he presses his length to your folds. and he’s going to give you just what you want but he’s never seen you so desperate for him, so horny and needy and he just wants a moment to memorise every detail. it’s the look in your eyes as you watch yourself grinding on his cock that almost stops his breath. he can’t hold back any longer. 
so he sheathes himself inside your tight pussy in one stroke and starts bouncing you on his cock, not sparing even a second for you to adjust to how he’s just about splitting you in half. but you forget all about it as your brain becomes foggy with the mess of your two bodies pressed together. his forearms straining and veins protruding from the effort of lifting you up and down so eagerly. his thick thighs spread and twitching below you. and then, the way your tits are bouncing and his large hands on your hips. and, fuck, the way his fat cock is stretching you open, your cunt fluttering around the girth. you think you can feel him all the way in your belly, no mercy as he’s bullying your insides. 
it feels even better when you allow yourself to let go. lips wet and parted and spilling the most delicious moans he has ever heard in his life. he’s not any less of a needy mess than you. “you’re taking me so well, fuck.” lips pressed to the crook of your neck and panting. “you’re such a good fucking girl.”
the most obscene sloshing, squishing sounds fill the room as your little pussy is leaking slick around his cock, dripping all the way down to his balls. “the best girl.” your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, so drunk on his cock, drunk on his praise. “the best pussy.” he’s nearly incoherent himself. and when he feels your cunt throbbing and clamping down around him, he pulls you down by the waist, bucking his hips up into your ass at an almost brutal pace. “f-fuck, let me hear how - fuck,” something about the way his voice cracks makes your walls squeeze tighter. “how sweet you sound.” and all you can do is blubber as he fucks you through your orgasm and fills your pussy so full of cum that it’s dripping down his length. and you think you might pass out.
but it’s not enough. you want more. you want to be stuffed full to the brim for as long as you can keep your eyes open. “i wan’ more cum.” your hips seem to move on their own as you whine and paw at bokuto’s thighs. “please just o-one more.”
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heartsoji · 1 year
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comforting you after getting a little insecure about your relationship
suna, bokuto, sakusa x reader (separate)
notes on sakusa's: he's aged up and his volleyball schedule is based off of an elite volleyball club schedule, so if his canonical schedule is different im sorryyy
warnings: reader insecurities, platonic hugs and cuddles w/ friends
notes: the one bolded word is the nickname for the character that reader uses :)
a/n: WOWOWOW omi getting 10 hrs of sleep i could never it's 1am rn
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s. rintaro & clinginess (reader goes to a diff school)
-you were clingy.
-and you knew that very well.
-however, you never felt bad about your clinginess. rin was big on physical touch, too.
-it wasn't until one of your friends pointed it out that you felt a teensy teensy bit of insecurity.
you engulfed your two friends in a big hug. "morning!"
the two looked at you and laughed. (not in a mean way) "morning, y/n-chan."
you walked between them with your arms around them and talked. you loved moments like these; just talking, enjoying each other's presences, and getting some love in the form of platonic touch. you loved these friends deeply, and you enjoyed every moment that you had with them. you also always wanted to feel loved as well as make them feel loved, and physical touch = your love language. not to mention, you got to hear all the gossip like this. it was great.
then, at some point, one of your friends pointed something out. "y/n-chan, do you have attachment issues?"
you were very taken aback. "what?"
"yeah, she probably does. she always needs to be between us or something. definitely sounds like attachment issues." your other friend added teasingly.
you just laughed and said, "lowkey yeah i guess." and continued the conversation.
although the comment was half-joking and you had brushed it off, it was enough to start overthinking any touch that you had with anyone.
where you'd usually give your friend a quick pinch to the sides to greet and scare her, you instead screamed "BOO!"
you immediately backed off when you realized you gave one of your friends a hug out of instinct and habit, not wanting to come off as clingy.
you opted to sit on the other side of the table when you were studying in the library with your friend, worried that she might think it was weird how you wanted to platonically cuddle while studying.
though these were subtle changes, you really started to get into your head.
when you met up with rin after school, you opted for a "hi rin!" instead of a "RIIIIIIN!" and a big running hug. he noticed this change, but said nothing.
when he tried to grab your hand to walk together, you held his loosely, which was different from your usual pulsing grip. you liked to give his hand squeezes. you didn't know why, but it was just reassuring to you. but you didn't do it. didn't wanna come off as clingy or too attached or anything.
when you watched a movie together, you sat next to him instead of cuddling with him.
when you started crying during the movie, you held his hand instead of engulfing him in a huge hug.
rin took note of all of it.
he wasn't sure if it was significant enough to mention, but something about this situation had a weird vibe to it, so he brought it up as casually as possible.
"you've been less touchy today." rin mentioned as you two walked home.
you froze. he noticed?
"i-i guess so?" casual. keep it casual.
he picked up on the uncertainty in your voice straight away. "what's wrong?"
"nothing!" you tried your best to sound cheerful.
he raised an eyebrow at you.
"w-well, it's just that my friend mentioned that im kinda always on your arm and asked if i had attachment issues or something. i didn't like let it get in my head or anything, but i just kinda noticed that she's sorta right. thought id try giving you some space, you know?" you rambled. as you let it all out, tears formed in your eyes. oh gosh. he would definitely think that you were overreacting. you tried hiding your face so that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.
rin wasted no time in engulfing you in the biggest hug and pressing kisses all over your neck.
you could feel your cheeks heating up.
"don't stop.. being all clingy and touchy and stuff. its cute and i love it."
he took a deep breath. he never was very good at talking about emotions. "i love.. everything about you. including your attachment issues."
to anyone else, nothing about rin's expression when he said that was weird. it was the same deadpan expression that he always wore. the stoic, cold, distant one.
but you knew him well. in his eyes, you saw a tenderness and love that he could only look at you with. the tenderness and love that meant "i mean it." no filter, no bs, no false comfort. the truth.
there's no doubt in your mind. you're not thinking about how he's just saying that, or how he finds this little conversation annoying and insignificant. all you're thinking about is how lucky you are to be with someone like rin. you hug him back as a few tears of relief and love fall. with a smile and tears in your eyes, you reply.
"same here."
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b. koutaro & another girl
-your relationship with bokkun was pretty new
-you had been friends for maybe 4 months or so before you two started dating for a month now, but you had an instant connection and became good friends very quickly.
-however, you had always felt that because you hadn't even know bokkun for half a year yet, there were a lot of things that you didn't know about him.
his friends, tendencies and habits, etc.
-you were never shy around him because of that, though. it was hard to be with his personality.
-you accepted that there were a lot of things that you didn't know about bokkun, but you loved him and he loved you, so you constantly reassured yourself that you would always continue to get to know him.
-but one day, you felt yourself getting pretty worked up about something.
"bokkun!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him. it was finally time to have lunch, so you were excited to eat together and talk.
you stopped. talking to him beside him was a girl with long, jet black hair and big amber eyes. she had long, thick eyelashes and full, plump lips. her milky white skin didn't have a single blemish. she had a small, v-shaped face and a nice ass. to sum it up, she was possibly the prettiest girl you had ever seen.
who is she and why is she talking to bokkun? wait. no no no. don't overthink it. she's probably just a classmate or something. no need to worry about it. you thought to yourself.
but then, she placed her hand on his bicep and gave him a cute smile. you could read her lips. "bokuto-san, this is very impressive! you must work very hard at volleyball!" or something. seriously, who is that?
when she did that, bokkun didn't shove her off. he just kept talking as if nothing unusual was going on. as if a girl that wasn't his girlfriend wasn't clinging onto his beefy biceps.
you felt tears well up in your eyes. he wasn't even shoving her off. did he not care about you?
you wiped your tears and walked up to him.
"bokuto." you said coldly. you were seriously hurt. how could he do this to you? you really thought that this relationship would go somewhere.
at the use of his normal last name, his hair drooped. were you mad? what did he do?
"what did i-" he began.
"can we talk?" you interrupted, glaring at the girl before pulling him away.
you led him to a quiet area in the courtyard where you wouldn't cause a big fuss.
"bokuto." you started sharply. "who the hell was that girl?"
his hair drooped even further. you were definitely mad. why, though? "a.. classmate? her name's takahiro. uh.. takahiro mika. we're.. working on a group project together. he answered nervously. the air was thick with tension and he didn't like it one bit.
"do you realize," you began, "that that CLASSMATE of yours was flirting with you? she literally grabbed your BICEP MUSCLES, bo. and you didn't even tell her to let go! you just kept talking as if that was normal! you have a girlfriend! me! do i not matter to you?" you exclaimed. you were talking pretty quickly, and you could barely understand yourself, but you didn't care. you were pissed.
"huh?" bokkun said, confusion and a slight bit of happiness due to the return of a nickname lacing his tone. "she was just commenting on my hard work for volleyball, though?"
it took him another few seconds to think about what you had said. he now understood that maybe you didn't want him touching other girls, which was perfectly normal and understandable! he would avoid that in the future.
that was when his brain finally caught up. you were talking so quickly that it took him a second to catch up. did you really just ask if you didn't matter to him? of course you did! you're the freaking love of his life, after all! (leave it to bokuto to get carried away with the whole "life" thing.)
"woah woah woah!" he screamed.
you jumped. what was with the sudden surge of emotion.
he grabbed you in his arms, picked you up in the air, and twirled you around before peppering kisses all over your face.
"of! *kiss* course! *kiss* you! *kiss* matter! *kiss* to! *kiss* me!" he cried.
he stared at you dead in the eye. "don't even think about that. i love you so, so much. i'm sorry if what happened made you uncomfortable. i'll make sure to try to pick up on when she might be flirting with me. i love you so much, ok? never forget that. ok? i LOVE YOU. i love you, l/n y/n."
you giggled. you got all worked up over him just being a guy who's concerningly dense. he didn't even realize that she was flirting, and thought that she was just being friendly.
"sorry for getting so mad. i love you too." you said, still in his arms.
"nonsense! i'm sorry for making you feel bad. this won't happen again! i promise!"
you sighed in contentment. bokuto koutaro was a man that you honestly hadn't known for very long. but what did that matter? you loved him, and he loved you. he's dense, stupid, idiotic, and friendly to a fault. but that's just part of what makes him so cute and special. because he's also loving, caring, loyal, affectionate, and the sweetest gentleman you've ever met.
even if the two of you hit some bumps on the road, you know that you'll be able to fix it somehow, as long as you're together.
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s. kiyoomi & time for two
-you knew going into this relationship with professional athlete sakusa kiyoomi would mean that he would have to dedicate a lot of time to volleyball. you understood that, and were supportive! you were proud of him for pursuing his passion, and the muscle he gained from it was a nice bonus.
-even with his demanding schedule, omi always made time for the two of you. even though he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, he worked towards being more affectionate and spending quality time with you.
-in fact, every friday, the two of you would wash up in the shower, get all cozy and ready for bed, then settle on the couch for some cuddling and a movie. neither of you loved extreme outdoorsy dates, so you two were more than happy to do this. it was chill and relaxing, and it was the highlight of your week. you two usually ending up falling asleep on the couch, snuggled in each others arms.
-but even though he worked so hard to make time for you, it didn't always work out.
he was late.
omi was supposed to be home 45 minutes ago, but he still wasn't home. he wasn't responding to any of your calls or texts either, and you were starting to get worried. his dinner was getting cold.
you wait another 15 minutes. he still isn't home and its been an hour.
you wait an additional 10 minutes.
then 10 minutes turn to 20, and 20 into 30.
and a whole 2 hours later, he still isn't home.
finally, 2 hours and 46 minutes after he was supposed to be home, the front door opens.
"hey y/n.." he groans, obviously very exhausted. "im so sorry that im so late. we have a really big tournament this weekend so they're going extra hard on us."
"that's ok, omi." you reply. you know that his volleyball career is very important, and you don't want to get in the way of that. "have some dinner! you must be hungry."
"thanks, babe."
you were hoping to sit and talk for awhile, but omi finished as fast as he could and practically sprinted upstairs to shower. he needed at least 10 hours of sleep for his practice tomorrow.
you went to bed touch-starved and a bit lonely.
the next day, you were hoping to talk with omi about your day and also about his. you hadn't gotten to talk much last night, so you were really hoping for a chance to catch up.
however, he came home late once again, and went to bed early once again.
you knew that omi was trying his best to get home and that he didn't feel good about leaving you alone, but he couldn't help it sometimes. this upcoming tournament would be one of the most important ones in a 5-month span, so he needed to go the extra mile. you understood this. you always had. you needed to be extra supportive in times like these, in fact. still, it would be hard for you when the same pattern repeated over the course of wednesday and thursday.
on friday, you were having the worst day possible.
your boss was in a terrible mood today and fired one of your closer co-workers, a different co-worker dumped half of his work on you with little warning, you burnt your hand making dinner, and you were having a huge fight with one of your best friends.
all you wanted was one of your omi-y/n-shower-movie-cuddle sessions. you were exhausted and quite frankly on the verge of tears.
however, omi did not come home on time. he came home 3 hours later than he was supposed to and you were about to cry about it.
when he finally burst through the door, tired but guilty about the situation, you just gave him a huge hug.
he was startled by the suddenness of it, but he embraced you back.
and then he asked you the worst question you can ever hear when you're trying your best not to cry.
"hey, is everything ok?"
you burst into tears immediately. the frustration, exhaustion, anger, annoyance, and loneliness you had been experiencing this past week all flooded out and onto omi's shirt. you didn't answer, merely crying and squeezing him close.
he was alarmed, to say the least.
he tried his best not to panic, but you could feel his heartbeat pounding faster.
"can we.. cuddle and talk it out?" he asked. he knew that you needed someone to talk to, and he also knew that you felt most comfortable when cuddling. he figured this was probably the best way to make you feel safe and seen.
you nodded, tears still flowing. he then picked you up and walked over to the couch and sat the two of you down.
"so.. uh, what's wrong, love?" he asked. he really, really, really didn't wanna make you uncomfortable and prod when you didn't want to tell him, but he was also concerned for you.
"i just.." you started, "i don't know! i know that your job is super demanding and im so proud to be dating a literal pro athlete! but i don't know, sometimes im just sad that we can't spend more time together. and i had such a bad day at work today and i was honestly really looking forward to our special friday shower-movie-cuddle session because after such a hard, draining, day, it would've been just what i needed! and you've been coming home so late and not talking to me that i just feel like.. i don't even know! and the worst part is that i know that you're doing your best and that it's hard for you to get us time with your schedule! i know you're trying your hardest! and it just makes me feel like a horrible person to feel these things when you're trying your best and im just like.. invalidating your hard work or something! and it's just like, are we ok?" you ranted, more tears falling with every word spoken. you hadn't meant to let it all out like that. your intention was to gently talk about what was going on, or not even have this discussion. omi was probably bored and annoyed, too. this was the worst.
however, omi was in fact not bored and annoyed. he patiently listened to your rant, paying attention to each word that fell off your tongue. when he was sure you were done, he pulled you in tight.
"i'm so, so sorry love." he said gently, holding you close. "i should've made more time for you. it's not your fault at all, so don't even think about that. it's my fault for coming home so late and spending so little time with you."
he grabbed your face and looked you in your red, bloodshot, teary eyes. "i love you. a lot. i don't really know what im doing when it comes to relationship-y type stuff, but one thing i do know is this. i. love. you. so so much."
"so.." you started, "shower-movie-cuddle?"
he chuckled. he had to get to bed and get 10 hours of sleep, but he would have to make do. "lets go." he swooped you up to carry you to the shower.
yeah. you thought to yourself, cuddled up in his arms. we're ok.
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒, 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃
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hajim3 · 1 year
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You want requests? Hmmmm who (out of all characters you right for) likes a plump soft reader? Who looks at thicc ppl and just can't help themselves? And what's their first fantasy about chubby reader?
If you don't do chubby reader requests then plz ignore me. Thank you for your time ✌️🤗
𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚌 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎?
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cw: gn!reader, mentions of titties but it can be ignored if it doesn’t apply, suggestive (I think??) I’m not good at warnings so lmk if I missed anything
a/n: HI GUYS!!! I’VE MISSED YOU!!! It’s been over a year! I know this is very short but this took me two days to write cuz I had to get my brain turning again. 😭 Also I had to stop myself from writing cuz I still had a bit more to say but imma save it for another time. I feel pretty good about this one so I hope you guys enjoy it as well.
word count: 478
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⇾ Tbh I have a whole arsenal of characters that I think would die for a cute chubby person
⇾ But if i absolutely had to pick one person, I say Bokuto (oh and Osamu but imma save that for another time) and i will die on the hill that he would go through hell and back to just get a sprinkle of attention from a chubby person and if you disagree then you’re wrong 🤷🏽‍♀️
⇾ And if I’m not mistaken this is canon right???
⇾ My mans is going feral for some big thighs and titties bro
⇾ Bruh cant keep his hands off you man
⇾ Always expect your thighs to be squeezed, checks to be pinched, ass to be slapped, and tits to be caressed at any given moment
⇾ Cuddles are so nice with him especially in the winter
⇾ Cuddles can either be calm and relaxing or chaotic and loud (no in between)
⇾ But honestly he’s such an affectionate person in the first place so his favorite thing to do with you is cuddle because you’re both so warm and it just feels heavenly (I was always the person that someone would hug/touch to warm up because I’m naturally very warm so this resonates deep with me 😭)
⇾ He’s so proud to show you off in public
⇾ He’s the boyfriend that’ll let you wear whatever you want in public cuz he’s secure in the fact that you’re his and he’s yours so there’s no reason for him not to 🤷🏽‍♀️
⇾ In fact, he would jump at any opportunity to take pictures of you because he’s just so obsessed with your beauty he just can’t help it
⇾ Bro turns into a professional photographer when it comes to you
⇾ Like he’s getting all the angles and lighting to make sure it’s perfect
⇾ If someone was to open his social media they would think it’s ran by you from the amount of pictures and videos of you he has on there
⇾ He’ll post a pic of you and it’ll have some corny ass caption like “just in case you forgot what they look like 🤭🥰” even all his other recent posts (within the last couple days) were of you
⇾ He will spam your comments with emojis and stupid pick up lines whenever you post on you own page
⇾ His one and only wish is to be between your thighs at all times
⇾ Like if he could die between your thighs, oh trust me he most certainly will, with a smile on his face too
⇾ Oh yea he has a very bad habit of slapping your ass, so hard if hurts
⇾ But being the sweet boy he is, he immediately apologizes and rubs it
⇾ If I keep going any longer this is gonna be super fucking long so imma cut it here and maybe make a Pt2 and answer that last part in it💀
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