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bokuto koutarou x reader

wc: 5.3k (phew)

warnings: INSANE amounts of pinning idiot kou !! he's a lil clueless but we love him, mentions and themes of infidelity (but no actual infidelity occurs!!), slight angst overridden by fluff,, think of this as a romcom..basically

in which Bokuto visits the island of conclusions— he gets there by jumping.

It's late summer when Bokuto first sees you. Despite the fact that it’s only briefly, he can’t get you out of his head for the remainder of the season.

He thinks you’re pretty. You'd just looked so…angelic? No, more like-

Well, he can’t really think of a fitting adjective right now, but the way you had a content, gentle smile on your face, dewy, steam-kissed skin, hair damp, and flip-flops squeaking as you walked down the dorm hallway from what he assumes was a late night shower at the communal bathrooms, had his heart skipping a beat. He thinks your portrait, with the angle of your nose and perfect smile, must have been what the Greeks had in mind when declaring a goddess of love and beauty.

You catch his eye just as you both are about to pass each other, the corner of your lips turning upwards, and it’s then and there that Bokuto decides he’s a goner. You’re pretty, and even prettier when you’re smiling at him. He gives you his best, toothy grin and an enthusiastic wave of his hand. Really, it’s all he can muster, because his poor heart is going a mile a minute and his brain is short circuiting at the fact that the other corner of your mouth is upturned, now in a full grin, and your eyes are crinkling.

He decides he may want to marry you on the spot.

The moment passes, just like you pass him in the hallway a fraction of a second later, but Bokuto is still grinning as he’s stopped now and watches you walk away. Finally, his brain seems to form a coherent, realistic thought that doesn’t involve marriage, or soulmates, or kids, and he thinks to ask for your name. He’s about to open his mouth— you’re already a good distance away, but he doesn’t have a problem with yelling a little,— but his voice dies in his throat just as his eyes land on what you’re wearing: an oversized, way-too-big-for-you, giant hoodie.

The shoulders of the offending garment clearly do not fit yours; you have the sleeves of it rolled several times, and even then, you still get cute sweater paws; the hem of it goes well over your butt, too, resting just over the tops of your thighs.

This, to Bokuto's horror, cannot possibly be your hoodie. It’s someone else’s, someone bigger than you— someone, who beat him to knowing you first.

Disconsolate, all of Bokuto's hopes and dreams for love walk away with your retreating figure down the hall.

You, clearly, have a boyfriend.

It's in that hallway, at 11:34pm on a Tuesday night, that Bokuto’s heart cracks for the first time.

The second time Bokuto sees you, the air carries the chill of autumn with it. He holds a steaming to-go cup of hot chocolate in his hands to keep them warm— the memory of your smile lingers in his subconscious, nursing his heart.

You’re, surprisingly, with Kuroo, of all people, laughing at something he said under a golden oak tree.

For a fleeting, panic-stricken moment, he thinks you’re somehow dating Kuroo, his best friend. But then he thinks about the way Kuroo wraps his arm around Kenma’s shoulders whenever the shorter man happens to be around, and he remembers how Kuroo's so whipped for him, that not even your beauty would compete with years of knowing his childhood friend.

Still, a tiny part of him wishes you wouldn’t look so happy talking to him. Bokuto can’t believe Kuroo gets to know what your laughter sounds like before he does. It’s sweet, if maybe a little loud and hiccup-y, but that’s what makes it perfect.

Bokuto’s breath hitches when you meet his eyes. It's brief, but recognition flashes across the color of your irises, your eyes widen, then crinkle in a smile just for him.

Bokuto feels like he’s been hit by a speeding bus (in the best way possible, he'd like to clarify). He no longer needs the hot chocolate to keep him warm, because you’re doing just that with a smile as warm as the sun. Bokuto smiles back.

He firmly pats his hand on Kuroo's shoulder, making the former yelp and you giggle.

“Hey, hey, hey!” he smiles, directing his attention more at you than Kuroo, even though it’s him who he’s actually supposed to meet.

You nod back at him, smile still warm. “Hi,”

For a moment, Bokuto forgets why he’s even supposed to meet Kuroo under the oak tree. Actually, he forgets his friend is there all together, until said friend clears his throat. “Uh, do you guys know each other?”

Bokuto beams at the question. He’s about to say yes, about to recount the exact feeling and warmth that overrode his heart the first time he saw you, but you manage to speak before he can.

“Oh, no, not really,”

Bokuto knows Kuroo doesn't miss the way he subtly deflates at your answer by the way his friend raises an eyebrow at him.

Charming as ever, though, Kuroo moves to push Bokuto forward so that he's standing before you. "Well, Bokuto, this is (y/n)."

In the back of his mind, Bokuto knows Kuroo is now introducing him to you (he also vaguely registers an "it's nice to meet you" and a knowing smile from you), but he can't help the pleasant buzzing in his brain that's keeping him from being present.

He runs over each syllable of your name, turning them over this way and that, savoring the taste of your name on his lips. Suddenly, he's addicted.

His eyes seem to refocus, brain coming out of its haze, and smiles brightly at you. You and Kuroo continue to talk about your shared class, with Bokuto chiming in here and there, but he mostly dedicates himself to taking in your figure.

Just as you were in the summer months, you're as gorgeous as ever. Your hair is a little longer now, and you're wearing a lot more layers than the first time he saw you, but the cold adds a pretty dusting to your cheeks that Bokuto decides has him enamored.

His mind drifts again.

Layers…

The cute pompom at the top of your winter hat, the oversized jacket that you wrap around yourself to shield you from the cold, the baggy sweatshirt underneath-

Wait-

Oversized? Baggy?

And, again, Bokuto feels like he's been hit by a speeding bus (except, now, it's in the worst way possible). His heart sinks to the pits of his stomach, his mouth feels full of cotton, and he's sputtering for breath-- he remembers now, you have a boyfriend.

A snap from Kuroo's fingers snaps him out of the tightening, downward spiral of thoughts in his mind. "You okay, man?"

Bokuto blinks a couple of times, shakes his head to clear his mind, and forces himself to return to being his cheery self again.

"Yeah," he nods, "the cold's making my brain freeze, s'all." He nuzzles his chin deeper into his turtleneck for added effect and refrains from mentioning how the jacket that's too big for you is making his heart freeze a little, too.

You nod at his words, though, and Bokuto thinks your agreement is enough to melt some of the ice away. "My hands are freezing," you chime in and take them out of your pockets and wiggle your fingers for added effect.

What happens next, Bokuto can't really explain— he 'just acted on impulse' is what he tells Kuroo later, after his friend asks about it once you’ve left.

Let it be some inner workings of the universe, a red string of fate, or some superior deity taking pity over Bokuto, but he takes a hold of your hands and wraps them around the warm container of his hot chocolate.

"Here," he says, smile warming you more than the actual drink, "I haven't drunk any of it, and it'll keep your hands warm."

Bokuto sees you open your mouth, then close it, then open it again. "Thank you," you say, perhaps a little breathless, but you hold onto the warm cup.

"You're welcome." He tips his head at you, a lopsided grin playing on his lips.

A hand on his shoulder-- Kuroo's hand-- pulls him from the fuzzy feeling playing around his heart. With a raised brow directed at Bokuto, Kuroo gives you an apologetic look and mentions how he and Bokuto actually have to go meet up with a couple of other guys for a study session.

You blink again and take a couple of steps back from where Bokuto is, insisting they both go; you have class in a couple of minutes, too, and it's all the way across campus.

With a final wave and smile, you leave the two men, thanking Bokuto again for the hot drink.

Once you're out of ear shot, Kuroo nudges his friend as they begin to walk to the library. "Care to explain?" He looks knowingly at Bokuto.

The tips of his ears warm. "S'nothing."

He may not admit it out loud, but Bokuto feels smug at the fact that his hot chocolate does a better job at keeping you from the harsh cold than whoever’s ratty sweatshirt it is that you’re wearing.

It’s in between the white and silver snowflakes that Bokuto finds you midwinter: you’re his silver lining to the utterly freezing temperatures and his too-thin jacket.

You’ve steadily become a constant in his life, thanks to the apparent multitude of friends you share. He sees you everywhere now:

At the coffee shop, just when all of campus is beginning to wake; in between lectures and classes, burying your nose into a book or the scarf wrapped around your neck; sitting next to Akaashi, as you all celebrate the end of finals week, with a couple of cups of warm sake to keep from the chill of the outside.

Gradually, you begin to share bits of your life with him, and Bokuto makes sure to mark and file every single one of the many details that make up you.

Under the yellow glow of Kuroo's kitchen lights during each one of your group get-togethers, Bokuto takes note of all there is to you, with a soft smile and lips slightly parted in awe. And it's one of those nights, with one of your radiant smiles, that Bokuto realizes just how far deep he actually is.

He’s yours. You own his soul and you don’t even know it. You carry his heart, easily, ignorantly, in that little locket he’d given you as a secret santa present for your group’s holiday party, and, still, you don't realize. He’s yours, utterly and completely, but you’re not his.

In the months of having had met you, no mentions of your boyfriend ever come up, but Bokuto takes note of the oversized clothing you wear, sees the way you smile down at your phone, laughing to yourself as you respond to some text message or other, sees the way you stare longingly at couples sharing steaming cups of coffee as you both huddle together, studying at the campus cafe. And, each time, it's like a slap to Bokuto's face.

He's come to terms with the torch he'll always carry for you, but you never seem to realize where the light that brightens your path is coming from. Regardless, Bokuto is content with the fact that your paths even crossed to begin with, so he'll continue to carry it, silently, for you.

You're worth it, he thinks.

He spends the rest of winter keeping you warm and nursing his aching heart.

It’s spring now, cherry blossom petals falling like snow. Something, besides the heat of Bokuto’s cheeks, begins to bloom around you.

Bokuto’s a little bit tipsy now, as you drag him to the dance floor. The heavy bass booming in his ears, verberating in his chest— or maybe that's just his heart, because it really can’t help itself when your body fits so perfectly against his, when his hands are smoothing along your waist and the small of your back, and your face is just a hair’s breadth away from his. He almost forgets you’re not his.

The alcohol is making his brain fuzzy, and your sweet shampoo and body wash mixed with the perfume at your neck are a scent he wants to make into a candle and buy a thousand of it. It's too much. You’re too much and still not enough. He wants you all but he can’t have any.

He tastes the tequila you had earlier on his lips.

It’s sweetly bitter, but the sting of the alcohol is soothed by the warm plush of your lips. He finds himself liking tequila now. His hands squeeze at your waist, and he feels you gently cup his jaw, feels your tongue along his bottom lip, a gentle nibble of your teeth-

He pulls back.

He can’t.

He’s so stupid.

You’re intoxicated (intoxicating, too, if you asked him), and you’re kissing him.

You have a boyfriend.

Bokuto feels as if all his breath has been sucked out of his lungs, there’s a twisting at his heart, and an ache in his chest. It’s not him you’re kissing— or, well, it is; it’s just not his face you think you see. Bokuto is sure you think you’re kissing your boyfriend; someone that he is definitely not.

Your brows furrow at the sudden jerk of his body, the tensing of his back, and the clench of his jaw under your fingertips.

“What's wrong?” you say softly, trying to soothe him, your thumb gently stroking his cheek.

He lets go of your waist. “I'm sorry,” he whispers.

Bokuto sucks in a breath as he feels your chest press to his again, you’re getting too close for someone who has a boyfriend, and he’s just letting you. “I'm the one that kissed you, silly,” you giggle, hot breath fanning his lips, “why’re you apologizing?”

It’s a quick thing that you do, stroke the tip of your nose against his, it has him melting. His eyes drop to your full, slightly swollen lips.

He needs to get away now. Otherwise, he’s sure he’ll kiss you for the rest of the night, the rest of his life, too, if he could, for however long it takes you to realize he’s not him.

That twisting in his heart intensifies.

He makes up an excuse— something about the bathroom that even his own ears barely catch— and leaves you to sway on your own.

He feels hot, fat tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. He locks himself in a stall, pulling at his hair as a strangled sob racks through his body.

What Bokuto did was wrong. He shouldn’t even have let you drag him out to dance, let you drink so much, let you kiss him for as long as he did.

He feels more tears streak down his face and it frustrates him to no end.

Because, it’s more than just that. It’s more than just what’s happened tonight.

In his envy, he shouldn’t have lent you his sweatshirt— much less let you keep it,— he shouldn’t have kissed your cheeks, or brought you coffee, or let you bury yourself at his side during group movie night. He shouldn’t have let himself fall. Most of all, Bokuto shouldn’t have let himself pretend that, in those small, tender moments, you were his.

Because you weren’t. You aren’t. And now, he’s gone and screwed up your life.

How were you going to explain this? How was he going to explain this? Would you even remember? It doesn't really matter either way, he's sure someone would have seen you kiss. Shit. Bokuto acutely remembers Kuroo whooping and cheering when he saw you both together— why didn’t Kuroo stop him?

His head (and heart) hurts too much to think straight right now.

The point is: Bokuto royally and painfully fucked up.

He fucked up, and there’s snot and tears all over his face to make up for it.

It's maybe about fifteen minutes later that Kuroo finds him, pounding at his stall.

“What the hell, man? You know, there’s a line, and- why d’hell did you leave (y/n) like that?”

Bokuto is far from composed (at least he doesn’t have any more snot) as he opens the door for his friend.

Kuroo's features soften, a little confused. “Why're you crying?”

It's all the trigger bokuto’s heart needs to open the flood gates once more. Lips wobbly, nose sniffing, he launches himself at poor Kuroo, hiding in his friend’s shoulder. “I fucked up. I- I ruined everything. They’re gonna hate me, Kuroo.”

Between Bokuto's sobs and the uncomfortably loud booming of EDM, Kuroo struggles to make out what exactly his friend is crying about. He tries, really, but he also knows Bokuto can get a little dramatic when he has a little too much to drink. Bokuto knows he knows this too, which is why he lets Kuroo blame his behavior on the alcohol. He tells him it’s the tequila he drank that’s making him act this way— he doesn’t tell him, though, that he drank it from your lips and not from a shot glass— he’s still too ashamed to admit otherwise.

It's all a blur that Bokuto's too emotional to remember, but he somehow ends up in an uber, a short drive away from the apartment he shares with Akaashi. The driver looks a little worried as he sees Bokuto try to make his way up the flight of stairs that leads to his building's entrance, but he assures him, through a waterfall of tears, that he can make it.

Akaashi is already waiting by the entrance when Bokuto bursts through the door at some ungodly hour of the early morning. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Bokuto makes a mental note to buy him a coffee: Akaashi puts up with too much of his shit.

He sniffles at the sight of his friend. Akaashi has his glasses on, wearing Maruchan pajama pants, a random shirt Bokuto is pretty sure is his, and the Homer Simpson slippers Bokuto got him for his birthday.

Akaashi does put up with too much of his shit.

A box of tissues later, Akaashi speaks after Bokuto shows him the cracks that run along his heart like ivy on a stone building.

"Bokuto-san," he begins, eyes calculating, "have you ever actually heard (y/n)-san talk about their boyfriend?"

He blinks at Akaashi's words before finding his voice to reply.

"Well, no, but all the oversized stuff they wear…" Bokuto trails off, motioning with his hands in front of him as if it were obvious. He sniffles at the thought of it.

Akaashi nods, eyes sharp as they look deep into Bokuto's. He gets the sense that Akaashi has deduced something he hasn't.

"I think you should talk to them," Akaashi says instead.

Bokuto looks down at his lap, bringing the poor throw pillow he’d taken a hold of closer to his chest. He doesn’t even remember taking a seat on his couch— or the steaming hot cup of tea Akaashi placed for him on the coffee table.

Talk to you?

He basically just ruined your life; there’s no way you’d want to see him, much less talk.

He's about to bring up this very thought to Akaashi, but the raven haired man levels him with a stare.

"Sleep on it," he suggests, "and finish your tea."

Standing from his spot on the couch next to Bokuto, Akaashi places a comforting hand on Bokuto's shoulder, squeezing lightly.

"It'll be okay, Bokuto-san," Akaashi promises, "you both just need to talk."

It's only after he's wished Bokuto a good night that Akaashi makes his way down the hall, back to his room.

That night, even the thought of your smile isn't enough to keep Bokuto from shivering, cold silver lining his eyes.

Bokuto wakes up to the smell of coffee and a soft knocking on his door. Distantly, he registers the sound of Akaashi's footsteps crossing the living room to answer it. His back aches. He'd fallen asleep on the couch.

Disoriented, he stands from the couch and slumps his way towards the kitchen counter.

Murmurs are heard from the door, but Bokuto's head is pounding from all the crying he did last night (and he's kind of busy trying to focus his energy on pouring himself a cup of coffee) to bother to eavesdrop. He squints at the bleary green numbers displayed on the microwave screen: it reads 11:32 am.

Who was it this early in the morning? On a weekend, too?

"- can come back later…" is all Bokuto's ears catch before Akaashi peeks his head from the door.

"Are you awake, Bokuto-san?"

Bokuto gives him a half-commitial grunt in return.

"There's someone here for you."

Bokuto straightens at that. He raises his eyebrows, sending a questioning look to his friend. Akaashi motions his head towards the door.

"Don't keep them waiting," he insists, retreating back into his room, taking the mug of coffee Bokuto had filled for himself with him.

He considered his debt to Akaashi paid after that.

Bokuto moves towards the door, almost sure it's his shitty landlord again, complaining about the tv volume and-

He finds you instead.

You, too, seem like you've just woken up. Or, actually, it looks like you haven't slept at all: hair still messy, eyebags prominent, wearing your old high school sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants that are too big for you. You still have a couple of clumps of mascara littering your eyelashes, and Bokuto has the urge to brush a black fleck of it off of your cheek.

It's not as if he looks any better.

He closes the door behind him, leaving you both to talk in the hallway.

You shuffle in your spot, tugging at the worn strings of your sweatshirt. "Hi," you begin, not really looking up at him.

"Hey," he murmurs back, chest aching at just how painfully awkward this whole situation feels.

"I- "

"I'm so sorry," you cut him off at the same time he tries to speak. Somehow, you always beat him to it.

Bokuto swallows hard.

Why are you apologizing to him? He's the one at fault. His heart finishes cracking, a jagged split down the middle, at the pain he sees in your eyes. The pain that he caused you.

He itches to touch you, to cup your cheeks, and assure you, get it into that pretty head of yours, that this is not your fault. How could it be?

Bokuto shakes his head, hands fisting the cloth of his sweatpants to stop himself from reaching out to comfort you instead.

"You don't have to apologize," he rasps out, "it's my fault, for not stopping you."

He wants to smooth the furrow of your brow, as you open your mouth to say something, but Bokuto continues,

"I'm so sorry for all of this- this mess-" His eyes become glassy, and Bokuto doesn't miss the step you take towards him, hands momentarily leaving your sides, before you stop yourself and grip the ends of your coat instead.

"A mess," you agree, looking down at your shoes.

"I hope you can forgive me," Bokuto mumbles.

"I'm sorry, too, Bo." Your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper.

Neither of you speak, which only further deepens the chasm that opened between the two of you overnight.

He risks a glance at you, at your face. Bokuto knows that you're holding back, that you want to say more, maybe, do more, but you don't. Not that he's any better.

His tongue feels like lead, bones weak. He feels tired, and drained, and as if he just gave up on a lifelong dream. Maybe he did.

Just like you both have for the past year, you hesitate.

You're the first to make eye contact again. "I should probably go and let you get some rest."

The corner of his mouth twitches up, eyes full of pain as he speaks, "that bad, huh?" It's a poor attempt to lighten the atmosphere. He knows he looks (and feels) that bad.

You laugh, awkwardly so, and nod, wishing him a good rest of his weekend. It hurts too much to see you walk away; he slips back into his apartment.

Akaashi is waiting by the kitchen counter when he walks back in.

"Well?" The soft, knowing smile playing on his lips falls when he catches sight of Bokuto. "What happened?"

For once, Bokuto is quiet, small almost. Tears well up in his eyes.

"We apologized," he starts lamely

"But did you talk?" Akaashi cuts him off.

A muscle flickers at the side of Bokuto's jaw, "There wasn't really much to talk about, 'Kaashi." He appreciates Akaashi's support and guidance in all of this, really, he does, but right now Bokuto just wants to shrink away in peace, not relive the most awkward-est conversation he's ever had (and probably will ever have in this life and the next three to come)-

"Ow-! hey!-"

Somewhat harshley, Akaashi sandwiches Bokuto's face in between both of his hands, wide blue eyes urgent, losing patience.

"Bokuto-san," it's all Akaashi can do to make his friend understand, "(y/n)-san likes you."

For once, the constant buzzing in Bokuto's head goes quiet. He thinks he's stopped breathing.

"But-"

"They don't— Do. Not. Have a boyfriend."

Akaashi shakes Bokuto's head, emphasizing each word he speaks.

"They like you." his friend says again, but Bokuto is now too far gone.

He hears his heart beating, feels it pounding at his chest.

He wheezes, needing to make sure;

"T-they don't have a boyfriend?" an inkling of hope is laced with his words as he looks again for confirmation.

Akaashi, ever the blessing in Bokuto's life, shakes his head, corner of his mouth tilting in endearment and, maybe, amusement, "No, they do not, Bokuto-san."

Something akin to hope, love, takes root in Bokuto's chest. It takes root and grows and blossoms just as the sakuras do outside his window, and it's scratching at his throat and curling around his heart and it urges him to go find you.

With new found strengths, Bokuto breaks from Akaashi's grasp, bolting out his door and running to catch up to you.

"(Y/N)!"

Bokuto's booming voice stops you from pressing on the elevator button.

"(Y/n)!" he calls out again, voice thick with emotion, as he finally, finally, reaches you.

He's an arm's length away, and you're standing in front of the elevator but your hand no longer hovers over the button. Bokuto can't help himself but wrap you in his arms in a bone-crushing hug.

Home.

It feels like home, you both decide.

There are tears welling up in Bokuto's eyes and there's a big lump of emotion wedged in his throat that's preventing him from speaking, but still, he feels weightless when you wrap your arm around him. You're hugging him back.

Neither of you know how much time passes, but you don't really care either way. You wait, until you're ready, until you think you can muster the words that have been weighing down your throat like lead for the past year.

"I like you," you whisper to the hollow of his neck, "I like you so much, Kou."

Bokuto's shaking in your hold; he only holds onto you tighter.

You're gentle in the way your fingers comb through his hair, your thumb rubs soothingly at his back, and you sway both your bodies to the now steady beating of your heart.

Bokuto pulls away— only enough to be able to see your face— before gently resting his forehead against yours.

"I like you, too," he finally says, "since the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one for me."

Bokuto takes a deep breath now, fully separating from you.

"And, you don't have a boyfriend?"

He's pretty certain you don't, but he still wants to hear it from you, lest this all be too good to be true.

The soft smile you give him is enough to answer his question, but you speak either way. "I don't have a boyfriend, Kou."

He nods at your answer, losing a soft breath in the process. There's still one more thing he needs to ask about.

"What about all the oversized stuff? A-and the men's clothing, too?" He knows it must be a dumb question, but he can't help but chew at his bottom lip as he wait for your answer.

For a fraction of a second, your brows knit in confusion, then, your eyes brighten in understanding.

"Kou," you say, not really being able to hide the amused lilt in your voice, "you know some people just buy oversized men's clothes cause it's comfortable, right?"

A tensness Bokuto didn't know he'd been carrying seeps from his shoulders.

He sighs in relief.

And then, he laughs.

As dumb and air-headed as Bokuto can be, these were newer and greater heights.

Really, he can't help but laugh at himself, the situation— he’s not really sure which. He just feels like laughing, because, yeah, he was dumb as a rock, but it starts to dawn on him that he’s so motherfucking happy, too.

You’re single! AND, best of all:

You ! Like !! ! Him ! Back !!!!!

Tears long forgotten, he’s giggling like a school girl with a crush (and maybe he is, but what does he care?), as he finally, finally, allows himself to touch you without regard: to feel the warmth of your skin permeate his, to appreciate just how perfectly your hand fits in his, and, really, just how beautiful and radiant you are as his.

He's cupping your cheek and thumbing at your jaw and gazing lovingly into your eyes. He steals a quick look at your pretty lips, before wetting his own, and he takes a deep breath as he finally allows himself to kiss you, too.

Heaven.

That is where Bokuto is right now.

You taste absolutely godly— not like tequila, but like cherries and sweetness. You have him addicted.

He thinks it's too soon when you pull away, even whines and chases your lips too, but you rest a steady hand on his chest, by his rapidly beating heart, giggling at him, too.

Bokuto figures that if he can't kiss your lips, he might as well kiss your forehead, the tip of your nose, anything that's accessible, really. He's wasted too much time not kissing you already.

He pulls you closer to his chest in the process of kissing your hairline. You can't really help but lean into his warmth, deciding to whisper to his heart instead of talking to his face.

"I can't believe how dumb we were," you mutter, finding solace in his chest.

He laughs under your cheek, fingers brushing through your hair as he holds you close and sways you both side to side. "We were pretty dumb," he admits.

Even though you can't see his face, you can hear the smile playing on his lips.

"But, hey, at least we figured it out, right?"

"All that wasted time, though," you move your head so that your chin is resting on his sternum, pouting up at him.

Bokuto melts a little. He wants to kiss you again.

"We can make up for lost time," he reasons, mischief in his smile.

You grin and tighten your arms around him, hiding your face in his chest. "We can." Although it's muffled, Bokuto hears you loud and clear.

It's all Bokuto needs for him to lift you up in his arms, whooping like a kid, with a pinkish blush littering his cheeks. He kisses you again, full on the mouth, as he carries you back to his apartment and closes the door behind him.

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frogtanii · 3 years

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a roar of competitive cheers burst from your hospital room, the boys all piled up on your bed playing in a smash tournament on bokuto’s switch. it was rather endearing to watch the good and grown men argue about which princess was a better competitor (rosalina, obviously, despite not being an actual princess) and, in sakusa’s case, pouting like a sore loser when his favorite — daisy — wasn’t even regarded as a real threat.

he absolutely dominated the next round in retaliation, to the group’s chagrin.

you eventually decided to take a break, the stuffiness and loudness of the room getting to you. the boys, while giving you a variety of concerned looks, respected your decision, leaving you to wander out of your space, clad in the semi revealing hospital gown and fuzzy yellow socks.

it was less than convenient to trudge around with your iv attached to your arm but you didn’t mind. the struggle kept your mind off of what you dubbed as The Incident™, weird as it sounded.

for some reason, the smallest things helped keep you occupied, thanks to your vigilance. your call with doctor yamada definitely helped, his sarcastic, biting nature criticizing some random kdrama had you cackling in your seat until your throat was (even more) sore.

at first, you felt a bit awkward calling him when you physically couldn’t speak but he took it in stride, filling up the silence with his commentary that was much, much appreciated.

actually, all the boys had been surprisingly good about your predicament. it took a moment for bokuto and suga to get used to your lack of responses but they eventually grew accustomed to it and even relished your minuscule reactions to one of their jokes or funny quips.

you were actually, finally, enjoying your time with your housemates and it felt good.

well, not all of your housemates. daichi was a given. you’d seen very little of him after the dinner, only laying eyes on him when he visited your hospital bed when he thought you were sleeping. the look of remorse and shame written all over his face was burned into your memory and you made a mental note to find a way to have a conversation with him in an attempt to clear the air.

while daichi’s situation at least made sense, kenma’s did not. you missed him deeply, and you had no idea what to do or say to fix what had been broken. apparently, both kuroo and sakusa had attempted to reach out, but they were quickly shut down. you could tell kuroo was more hurt than he let on, occasionally catching the tail-end of intense conversation between him and omi, but they were both quick to slap on a smile and change the subject as not to worry you when you made your presence known.

you appreciated their concern, you did, but kenma was your friend too and you desperately wanted to know what you could do to help.

a deep sigh left your lips, the action only causing a slight twinge in your throat as you meandered through the cold halls. your brain started to hurt as you thought more and more about it, stress climbing up your spine and burrowing at the base of your skull.

annoying, you thought, your eye twitching in irritation. headaches sucked mad ass and you were not looking forward to the hell of the one that was building up as you walked.

turning down another hallway, you abruptly stopped, your iv screeching to halt interrupting the hushed conversation that a certain someone was having at the far end of the corridor.

kenma!

kenma twisted towards you, his feline eyes widening in surprise as he whispered a hushed goodbye to whoever he was speaking to before shoving his phone into his pocket and staring at you in shock, pain, and most prominently,

guilt.

pure, unadulterated guilt permeated from all over him, the stench coming off of him in waves. you nearly flinched at the sight of him, the deep circles under his eyes practically broadcasting his struggle to the whole world.

your name dropped from his lips in a low whisper, his immediate reaction afterwards leading you to believe he hadn’t meant to say it aloud at all.

you chanced a step forward at his utterance, and then another and another until you were face to face with each other. you felt his eyes searching yours but you made sure to keep your face neutral if not for the blatant worry written all over it.

his plush bottom lip was pulled in between his teeth as his hands twitched by his sides as if he wasn’t exactly sure where to put them. you let out a soft breath at the sight, kind of hoping he would just give you a hug like it looked like he wanted to.

but, kenma held back, waiting for you to do something, to say something (not that you could) to absolve this horribly tense silence that the pair of you were now enshrouded in.

gently peeling your fingers from your iv stand, you lifted them to sign in the small space between your chests, in clear view of his observant gaze.

you recalled with fondness when a handful of the house members had decided to learn a bit of sign language, just in case someone was in a panic attack and became nonverbal. the impromptu learning session had been so much fun that the group had began regularly meeting to expand their sign language vocabulary and fluency until you all were at least semi fluent (in all the ways that mattered at least).

kenma was a member of that group and you’d throughly enjoyed his witty remarks throughout the lesson and his occasional cute little giggles that were liberally interspersed into conversation. that kenma was in such stark contrast to this kenma that it was almost jarring as he watched your hands with rapt attention, awaiting anything you had to say.

i missed you, you began slowly, not missing the way his eyes immediately became glassy and his hands tightened to fists by his sides.

“you shouldn’t,” he replied, his voice deep and gritty. “not after what i did.”

you cocked your head in confusion at his words. what he did? you had no idea what he was talking about but you were determined to get to the bottom of it if that was what was making him avoid you like this.

what did you do?

kenma’s jaw clenched, the guilt that had faded away for a moment, coming back full force. “i... i did this to you...” he motioned to the healing bruises on your neck and the iv stand still by your side.

now you were even more perplexed. he wasn’t the one who cornered you in the bathroom so what could he possibly be going on about? unprompted, your mind flashed back to that night, the moment where you were heading off to the bathroom, meeting kenma’s eyes for a second when you did.

oh.

was that what he was feeling so horribly about? that he saw you go into the bathroom? that was hardly news and nothing to be up in arms about unless he also saw meiko go in after you and...

double oh.

suddenly, all his behavior started making sense. kenma felt guilty because he believed he was somehow responsible for allowing this horrible thing to happen to you.

oh, honey, you signed quickly, driven to get your point across without him interrupting. you didn’t do this to me. meiko did.

kenma opened his mouth to protest but you didn’t let him, one of your hands coming up to cover his lips. he let out a muffled protest, his breath hot against your palm, eyes wide in bewilderment.

“listen to me kenma. you are not at fault here,” your voice screamed at you to stop speaking but not yet, not until you were done. “i know for a fact that if you knew what meiko was going to do, you wouldn’t have let me go.... you are good kenma, so good.”

his whole body shuddered at your words, all but collapsing into you, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly.

if you faintly felt the shoulder of your hospital getting damp, you didn’t say anything, content to let him hold onto you and cry it out.

after a minute or two, he sniffled and pulled away from you, his face red and puffy but content. “you shouldn’t have talked idiot,” kenma chided gently, a soft smile on his face.

you just gave him an apologetic shrug and a hastily signed “sorry” before waving him off to your hospital room, sending him a smile as he meandered off in that direction. you didn’t follow, figuring he and the boys needed some time alone to reconnect without your presence there.

taking a hold of your iv pole again, you continued on your way while staring out the window, watching the tiny birds fly by. unfortunately, your little birdwatching stint sent you careening into a hard body, your feet losing their grip on the slippery ground as you stumbled to the floor.

a quick glance up at the perpetrator had your apology dying in your throat. it was osamu, looking every bit as bewildered as you expected him to, a small jello cup in one hand and a spork in the other.

you couldn’t keep your scowl from off your face as you waved away his helpful arm, completely missing the flash of hurt that appeared across his smooth skin. “please, let me help ya,” he tried again, this time earning a physical slap on the arm, visibly recoiling at the contact.

“leave me the fuck alone osamu,” you growled before picking yourself back up and starting to stroll away but you quickly stopped in your tracks, turning your head to give him a menacing grin. “if you fuck with atsumu again, i swear on bokuto jr, i will castrate you and feed you your sorry, wrinkly ballsack on a silver platter.”

with that you were gone, head held high and a wide grin on your face as osamu watched, his heart flipping annoyingly in endearment. he breathed a deep sigh and slid to the floor of the hall before popping open his jello and taking a bite.

your reaction was well deserved but he couldn’t help praying and hoping that things would change between the two of you.

change for the better. change for good.

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change for the better

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castles in the air: chapter 10

chapters: one.// two.// three.// four.// five.// six.// seven.// eight.// nine.// ten.//

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f! reader genre: romantic comedy, fluff, angst wc: 4.8k

Dating Kuroo Tetsuro is a dream come true.

You’ve had your romantic fantasies about him, certainly. The messy haired star of your girlish imaginings, your handsome knight in shining armour - but somehow it’s the human side of him that you appreciate the most. Of course it’s wonderful that he’s got a charming smirk and imposing presence that makes you lose all coherent thought in your (usually steady) head, but it’s the dorky, funny, playful side of him that you cherish the most.

“Why’re you even dating me”, you grumble, when you’re having a particularly rough day at school and feel like a mess - greasy hair, eye bags, warts and all, and he’s looking effortlessly put-together, despite being put through the grinder like you.

“Why do I love thee? Let me count the ways - “

“You got the quote wrong, please stop trying to lift pick up lines from Akaashi, you torture him enough for that -”

“Cos you’re cute, princess - “

“Liar - and you’re an asshole if that’s all you’re dating me for - ”

“My heart burns like a mole of suns for you - “

“I take it back, I think I prefer your cheesy literary puns -”

You get kicked out of the library for the first time in your life because Kuroo’s bark of laughter is far too loud to ignore. He’s an idiot, but he’s your idiot, so you give up and host study sessions at your place instead. ‘

Yua certainly approves of him.

She grins when he stays over one night after a project meeting that goes on for too long, cheerfully leaving a packet of condoms and a note that she’ll be sleeping with earplugs that night on the dining table. Kuroo turns fire-engine red and does not meet your eyes.

“Yua!” you hiss, shoving her package back at her. “Keep it for Meian, I don’t need it!”

“I bought a jumbo pack and was worried about using them all before the expiry date, y’know - cos Shugo is in Osaka and I'm sooo lonely - “

“Gods, woman if this is a ploy to distract me into taking them, this is not working.”

“I saved so much on shipping costs you might as well have some!”

You end up keeping the lot, even though Kuroo and you can hardly look at each other for the rest of the night, awkwardly keeping to your respective corner of your very narrow single bed. Yua doesn’t let up in the morning either. She pouts at you until you agree to fry pancakes for her, and takes the opportunity while Kuroo is showering to ask if she should threaten him should he do you any harm.

"I'm perfectly capable of cutting his balls off myself. Yua. Plus you're about as scary as a kitten, so I don't think you'd be of much help."

"True", she taps her chin thoughtfully. Then she brightens up. "I could send Shugo after him!"

"Oh my god, Yua, you can't sic your boyfriend on my boyfriend", you say, horrified. "That's not how this works, he's not even my dad -" not that your mild mannered dad would ever exhibit any protective, bloody thirsty behavior towards any of your suitors anyway, but that's besides the point.

"Why not?" Yua asks innocently. You know her well enough that she's actually serious about it.

"I mean you don't deserve to have your heart broken! You're good and funny and you make the best pancakes -"

"This is definitely a ploy to keep getting pancakes out of me -"

She giggles. "Well, yes but I want him to know that he's lucky to have you and should throw himself out of a window if he hurts you in anyway -"

"You're surprisingly violent, does Shuugo know what he's getting himself into -"

Arms circle your waist. "I'd throw myself out of the window if I broke her heart, you don't need to exert yourself."

You whirl around to poke Kuroo on the nose, frowning. "Stop eavesdropping -"

He only laughs, booping your nose with his own. "The bathroom walls are thin, yknow." Then he glances at Yua, who's gleefully watching the pair of you. "Message received loud and clear", he says to her. "I know I'm lucky to have her."

"I'm glad to hear it", she chirps. "Now, we should all go on a double date! Maybe a fall picnic, when Shugo is in Tokyo - that'd be super romantic, maybe Shugo will finally propose to me then -"

You just sigh and roll your eyes at her antics, dishing out pancakes to feed both your hungry roommate and boyfriend. You regret ever feeding them when they get along like a house on fire, trading stories back and forth about you.

Meeting the Nekoma team (again) is a goldmine for you, as meeting Yua was for Kuroo.

But before that, you’re not surprised that Kuroo asks you if you’d like to meet Kenma for coffee and apple pie at a small cafe they both frequent every Saturday afternoon before spending the rest of the day holed up in one of their bedrooms, Kuroo studying or reading his manga, Kenma playing or streaming games. You've heard so much about him, and despite Kuroo describing him as a gremlin-slash-cat in human form, the warmth in his voice when he talks about him tells you he’s very important to your boyfriend.

On first impression, he’s very different from your own boyfriend. In fact, the quiet, mild mannered boy reminds you a little of another dark haired boy with watchful eyes of your acquaintance.

"We meet once a month for coffee", he replies when you ask if he too knows Akaashi.

Kuroo chokes on his cappuccino, the milk froth shooting straight up his nose. Kenma bangs on his back with gusto. "Is that how you've been gossiping about me? I didn't even know you guys talked outside of camps! What else have you been keeping from me? I swear - you're like one of those cats who cheat on their family with another just to get extra food -"

You and Kenma share an exasperated look as Kuroo complains about being left out of their setter friendship.

“You were busy with Bokuto and Tsukkishima - ”

“Never too busy for you - “

“Says you -”

“Wait a minute - Akaashi was playing with us, how could he have been chatting with you?!”

“Maybe you were playing with a clone.”

You sit back comfortably, watching them bicker back and forth. Now you see that Kuroo’s propensity for childish banter was cultivated by his best friend. It swiftly devolves into a scuffle when Kuroo reaches over to ruffle Kenma’s hair to emphasise a point, and Kenma retaliates with a move quicker than he looks capable off, swatting Kuroo away with a used napkin.

“Gross!”

“You started it.”

You can’t help but laugh, the two boys turning to you - your boyfriend looking sheepish, Kenma impassive. “I’m not asking for much”, you say. “Merely that we don’t get kicked out of yet another public space for unruly behaviour.”

“Didn’t you stab Kuroo with a fork when you first met him”, Kenma calmly notes. “The team laughed about that by the way.”

“ - he deserved it”, you chuckle, as Kuroo folds his arms, pretending his best to look upset.

“She’s violently overprotective when it comes to her food - and oi! You weren’t supposed to tell the rest that! Yaku crowed for weeks!”

“Well deserved, indeed.”

You and Kenma glance at each other and smile. Kuroo stares at you both and frowns. “Oh no”, he cries, hand to heart. You and Kenma share exasperated looks at the antics of this over-dramatic fool.

“What”, you say in unison.

Kuroo’s face falls further. “You two getting along so well is a nightmare. You’re gonna plot and suffocate me in my sleep -”

“He snores by the way”, Kenma says, nodding sympathetically. “I’m sorry about that.”

“I know”, you acknowledge his nod with a tilt of your head. “It’s too late for me, I’m afraid.”

“The two of you are just evil, I swear - ”

The rest of the team give him even less respect but just as much affectionate teasing when you’re introduced to them. Of course, it doesn’t help that your idiot boyfriend forgot that he had a scheduled call with them, answering the video call absentmindedly when he was busy kissing a path down your neck. It also doesn’t help that the entire team is shocked into silence when they see their captain with a girl on his lap, never mind that you’re just making out like teenagers are wont to do.

Lev, you learn later, is the one who breaks the silence.

“Is...is that a hologram?”

You promptly yelp and fall off the chair. Kuroo stares bug eyed at his laptop but makes no move to turn it off.

“I don’t think holograms are that realistic, it can’t be. She’s….real”, Inuoka answers, looking shell shocked.

Yaku just groans as Kai looks triumphant. “Damnit, now I’m out 1000 yen, seriously -”

The fact that his teammates bet on his lovelife is what kickstarts Kuroo’s engines. “Seriously?!” he half shouts at the screen, turning an alarmingly deep shade of red. “1000 yen?! Kai, you gotta give me a share of that bet - I helped you win that.”

“Tetsuro!” you scold, as the rest of the guys burst into laughter.

“C’mon, that’s enough to pay for a bowl of gyudon at Sukiya, I’m a broke university student - ”

That initial encounter makes it just a touch awkward when he finally brings you to meet his team. It’s difficult enough for any outsider to be brought into a tight knit circle, and inside jokes and years of nostalgia and friendships forged to navigate, but you try for Kuroo, fussing about your clothes (a rare occurrence that’s smoothened with Yua’s help), smiling and nodding and trying your best to be a girlfriend he can be proud of.

But they’re welcoming, if a little shocked that anyone in their right mind is willing to give their captain a chance in the romance department.

“You’re really, really pretty”, Yamamoto tells you to your face when you say hi to him.

“I apologise on behalf of him. He hasn’t been socialised enough to talk to girls who aren’t his sister”, Kai gently reaches to shut Yamamoto’s open jaw. “He says that to every girl he meets - ”

“Play dating sims, that’s what I’ve told him, but he doesn’t listen.”

Lev guffaws, as Inuoka stifles a smile. “No wonder Yamamoto doesn’t have a girlfriend. Hey! We should start a bet on him next - “

“Lev, you asshole! How ‘bout we bet that I punch you in the next five seconds - “

The waitress looks over at the increasingly rowdy table with nervous eyes. Shibayama and Teshiro try their best to pull Yamamoto back, but those squats and deadlifts (and a pro-athlete’s training) has done Yamamoto’s raw strength some good. Fukunaga cocks his head.

“Mr. Freeze says - “

Kuroo looks horrified. Kai too. Kenma wisely stays out of the way.

“Fukunaga, where did you even find a bucket in the restaurant - NO YOU PUT THAT DOWN NOW - ”

You laugh, entertained by their antics as Kuroo and Kai corral them into some semblance of order, Shibayama and Teshiro being slotted in to separate Yamamoto and Lev, Kenma snorting softly by the side. “They’re always like this”, Kenma says softly to you. You somehow suspect he means it (somewhat as a compliment).

“I’m glad he has you guys as his friends”, you say quietly to Kenma, when Kuroo ducks away ostensibly to the toilet, but you suspect he’s stealing off to pay the bill. Kai will insist on splitting it, you suspect, and it’s a toss up who will win. “Good, real friends are hard to come by, and I’m glad he has that.”

It’s awfully maudlin of you, and you regret saying it when the chatter around you dies down and the boys all stare bug eyed at you.

You shrink back in your seat. “Um - sorry, was that too forward of me?”

Kenma begins to shake his head, but you’re startled by Yamamoto, who grabs your hand with tears in his eyes. “You’re so niceeeeee!” he wails, as Inuoka tries to shush him to no avail. Shibayama eyes the waitress nervously while Teshiro just sighs. Fukunaga’s fingers inch towards the red bucket sitting ominously next to him.

“Um - “ you blink, unsure how to respond.

“Kuroo senpai is our friend?”

“Oh my god, Lev - you’re an idiot, yes we’re friends - ”

Kai pats your hand with a warm, reassuring smile. “Welcome to the circus”, he says, eyes twinkling. “I’m sorry for the chaos, but we’re very glad to have you too.”

“Yamamoto would definitely be the head clown - “

“I wanna be the ringmaster or lion tamer!”

The debate rages on. Kuroo doesn’t even look confused when he returns to the table, bill in hand as you expected, despite his team being engaged in a debate on the roles they’d have in their imaginary circus.

“I’m the magician, of course - Yakkun should be on the trapeze, he’s small enough - “

“I’m telling him you said that -”

“He should be glad I didn’t cast him as the dwarf - ”

You shake your head at their antics. The waitress does come over to shoo them out, claiming that there are customers waiting for a seat though there clearly aren’t, but the boys aren’t phased, trooping over to a nearby combini to grab ice cream before piling outside to sit on the curb, by the quiet road. Kuroo comes over, leans his chin on top of your head, dodging without looking when you swat at him.

“Having fun?”

You steal a lick of his ice cream. He doesn’t complain.

“They’re nice”, you say, looking over at Kenma scowling in mock disgust as Yamamoto and Lev challenge each other to see who can finish three popsicles the fastest, Fukunaga acting as a makeshift referee. “They’re funny, and a little mad but I like them.”

Kuroo smiles into your hair. “I’m glad”, he murmurs. “I was worried their antics might drive you away.”

“You’re the worst of them”, you reply, laughing. “If I can put up with you, I definitely can put up with them.”

“I resent that, sweetheart”, he smirks, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “Though I do appreciate the sentiment.”

“Oi! No PDA-ing, it makes the rest of us single folk here feel sad and lonely.”

“Only you, Yamamoto”, Kenma snorts. “Only you.”

Yamamoto wails again, for the second time of the night. “Kyannnnmaaaaa!”

Meeting your respective families is a little more complicated.

His grandparents, unsurprisingly, love you. To be more exact, as Kuroo tells it, lying head in your lap, a soft smile that you feel rather than see against the soft plush of your thighs, they’ve loved you ever since you introduced yourself to them at the first match in his freshman year. You suppose you’ve bought their affection with beef jerky and your evident care for their only grandson, but they make a fuss over you, forcing you to take home as much leftovers as Kuroo when you visit them on the weekends.

“They love you”, Kuroo says simply, when you ask him why. “How could they not?”

You don’t really have an answer to that, so you try to make yourself worthy of their love. Kuroo’s already a filial grandson, bringing them food, accompanying them on their weekend grocery runs, and while you hesitate to join them initially, they look so pleased when you meekly ask if you can come along that you slot yourself right into their routine.

“At least that way I’m not third-wheeling”, Kuroo laughs, as his grandparents link hands and hobble on ahead, looking absolutely adorable in their matching canes that they actually don’t need, but a little walking aid calms their family’s fear of a potential fall.

“Glad to know that’s all I’m here for”, you tease, but you link your pinky in his, following behind his grandparents to head back home.

Indulgent grandparents aside, your respective sets of parents are a little less easily handled.

Your dad, fussy school teacher that he is, is the easiest to please. It helps that he’s mild mannered and easily bribed with a bottle of good sake, alleviating your fears that he might turn his nose up Kuroo’s hair. You didn’t even have to whip out the story that you’ve prepared that the barbers in the vicinity have declared his hair untameable, and it’s completely natural.

Your mother, on the other hand, is cordial to him, but she doesn't warm up to him as you expected. Nothing seems to sway her, neither gifts nor offers to help clear the dishes seem to earn her approval. Though she doesn't explicitly say anything bad about Kuroo, her lack of tacit acceptance rankles.

You take her aside one evening after a dinner she spends uncharacteristically quiet despite Kuroo trying his best to draw her out.

"Do you not like Tetsuro for some reason, mom?" You've never known her to be anything less than supportive of your choices, so you don't understand her reticence towards your boyfriend.

She denies it, of course - but after citing examples too numerous for her to brush away, she takes your hand and admits that she's just worried for you.

"Tetsuro's a good person" you say, unable to see exactly what she's worrying about.

“I’m sure he is”, she says, with a touch of unease.

“But….?” you prompt her. She pokes her head out of your room to check that your father is still in the kitchen savouring a warm glass of sake.

“"You've always had dreams, ever since you were a little girl. You weren’t just satisfied with stories of princesses being rescued. You always asked me why they didn’t do more for themselves. And I can still see that little girl in you now with your dreams of chasing both a career and having a family of your own.”

“What’s that got to do with Tetsuro?”

“Relationships require sacrifice”, she begins. “It’s nothing personal. I just hope he’s someone who’ll support you in everything you want to achieve.”

“He will”, you say with certainty.

“I hope so”, she replies. “But then again, we’ll never know. Being a wife, a mother, a woman with a career - that’s going to be extremely difficult, and sometimes you may end up making compromises you never dreamed of.”

You’ve never thought about your mother, your father, their choices in too great detail. You’ve considered if your mother regrets the path she’s taken in life, staying home to be with you and your little brother in lieu of a career of her own.

“Do you regret it?”

Your mother reads the thrust of your question, doesn’t need to ask what it means. “My choices are my own, darling. My feelings towards them - I don’t want to influence your choices, because it’s your life to lead.”

You look at her quizzically. She takes it as her cue to continue.

“I just want you to be happy. That’s what every parent wants for their child. I just want you to be supported when you make your choices, and I hope Kuroo-kun will support you in whatever you do.”

It’s perplexing that she doesn’t see Kuroo the way you do - the way he beams with pride when you ace another test, friendly competition aside, the way he boasts about you to his grandparents, his friends, even though you tell him to stop. He’s your most ardent supporter, and you know it - you trust him.

“My dad’s like that too.”

It’s a quiet winter day when he admits this to you. You finally find the words to spill your confusion about your mother’s doubts about him when the snow is hard on the ground, and he’s tucked against your side, warm and pliant like a cat, taking a break from endless revision. Yua’s out, busying herself with some clinical psych trials that she’s enthusiastic about (but truth be told, you have no idea what she’s talking about when she explains them to you) so you have the apartment to yourself.

“He doesn’t like me?”

“It’s not like that”, Kuroo hastens to assure you, mouth twisting. “It’s just - the divorce was hard on him.” It was hard on Kuroo too - you know from the halting way he describes his relationship or lack thereof with his mum that his parents’ divorce has shaped the way he’s viewed marriage and romantic relationships in general. You know from his aversion to fights and loud arguments that the lonely, confused little boy from his childhood still exists, buried deep in his psyche.

“We won’t be like that”, you say, quiet. “We’ll figure things out together.”

He leans back heavily on the sofa, eyes pensive. “If I ever had kids, I can’t - I won’t put them through that.”

“If we had kids together”, you say firmly. “We’ll do better for them.”

Never mind that you’ve never discussed the prospect of marriage together before, let alone kids. You’re so young, both of you are so young, and there’s still so much for you to do before you even think about it. But you’ve certainly dreamed of it - with Tetsuro, dreamed of children with his laughing eyes and dark, rumpled hair, dreamed of coming home every day to him.

“How can you be so sure of that?”

He doesn’t look at you, gaze carefully blank, but there’s a catch in his voice that makes you so badly want to reach back two decades into the past, take his child self into your arms and give him a warm, tight hug. You imagine him, hair rumpled from burying his face in pillows, trying to drown out the angry sound of his parents arguing, the desolation when his mother leaves him, the realisation that he’s not like other kids, being brought up by his grandparents, his dad too busy with work most of the time.

“As long as we try our best, I know we’ll be fine. Life isn’t a fairytale - but - and I know this is a cliché, but if we support each other, and if we love each other, we’ll work things out. I’ll never - I won’t put my - our children through that either. I won’t, I swear I won’t. ”

“Promise?” he asks, catching your hand in his, grip tight.

“I promise”, you reply, bringing your entwined hands to your lips, sealing your words with a kiss.

The rest of your university years pass uneventfully, if sustained happiness can be described as that.

Yua moves out at the end of your third year, having completed her masters course at Waseda. She gets her long awaited proposal, Meian dropping onto one knee at the celebratory dinner you threw for her, surprising her both with an impromptu visit and a velvet box.

“Yes!” she shrieks, loud enough to deafen the entire restaurant.

She moves back to Osaka to finally be with the love of her life, and though you miss her dearly, you think it’s a very good thing that you’re not physically around to witness her ramblings and breakdowns about wedding menus and napkins and awful florists who don’t know how to be professional. Meian is more than welcome to handle her in this state.

Kuroo takes her place, and you spend the last year of university staying with him. He isn’t too bad to live with, does most of the chores with minimal complaint and makes really decent sandwiches. Minor quibbles about toilet cleaning schedules aside, it’s been smooth sailing, and you can imagine this - living together everyday in a little home with him.

The final year of university passes swiftly, most of it with you buried in books, nervously attending interviews with prospective employers, and it ends with top grades and a firm job offer in hand. Kuroo, too, places second, just behind you (which he’s proud of, as he should be), a job with a top marketing firm though he dreams of parlaying his marketing work experience into a full time role with the Japanese Volleyball Association - but that’s to come.

Both of you attend graduation hand in hand. He’s beside you when you toss your graduation cap high into the air, and his hand is in yours as you walk out of the campus for the last time in a flurry of white and pink petals. Your families have planned a joint graduation celebration for you at Fukunaga’s aunt’s diner, with the rest of your friends in tow (the Nekoma team have promised to show up, even Yaku via zoom despite the time difference), but instead of heading back to the apartment to get ready, he tugs you to Toyama Park, where you used to greet the sun together, meandering through flowering sakura trees to the seven eleven where he dashed in, your very own knight in shining armour.

“Are you being a sentimental old man again?” you tease, as he insists on buying you ice cream, never mind the disaster if you spill it all over your graduation robes.

“Always, when it comes to you”, he laughs, gallantly tucking a napkin over your lap.

You, his teammates, his friends, his grandparents - he’s a sentimental old soul in a young body, and that’s just another quirk that you’ve learnt to love about him.

The afternoon sun is warm on your cheeks, melting the ice cream until it’s a sticky mess in your fingers, and he clucks playfully, wiping your palms down with the packet of wet tissues that he always carts around, courtesy of his grandmother’s nagging. You let him, smiling fondly as he lifts each finger to check their cleanliness, before tucking the used tissue neatly into his pocket.

“Shouldn’t we be getting home to get ready for tonight?”

“Let’s sit here a little while longer”, he says. A breezle ripples through his hair, sunlight shimmering gold in his eyes. You want to accede to his request, but the demands of life start to tug at you, worry you.

“For what?”

“Tsk”, he chides you gently, thumb rubbing affection circles against your wrist. “Impatient as always.”

You shake your head, climbing to your feet. “We have things to do, Tetsuro…”

His hand is still in yours as he smiles up at you, sunshine spilling through the leaves, highlighting the gold ring that’s suddenly appeared in his other hand.

Your heart skips a beat.

“I wanted to ask you out here, y’know”, he says conversationally. “All those years ago, I dreamed about it, thinking it’d be romantic to ask you to be my girlfriend one summer evening, whilst the wisteria tree was in its full, violet bloom. Fate clearly had a different plan, or well - Akaashi and Kenma threw a very welcome spanner in the works by interfering, but I think now would be a good time to try and fulfil that old dream. Or a new dream, should I say?”

“What - ?” your voice breaks, voice shaking. You’re hopeless. You’re already tearing up. “What are you talking about?”

His eyes crinkle at the corners. “I’ve got plenty of dreams, and I’d like to make them come true, if you’d help me, princess.”

You play along. “Like what?”

“I’ve been dreaming of marrying you for some time”, he murmurs, his smile endearingly shy. He gulps, ears tinted pink but you sit back down next to him, wipe your tears away, nudging him gently to carry on. “I dream of working hard at our jobs, buying a home together with you - our castle for us to raise our kids, a cosy, warm, happy place for us to come home to at the end of every day, read fairytales to our little monsters and tuck them into bed every night.”

You take the ring from his hand, slip it onto your fourth finger. It catches the light when you lift it to the sun, a soft glimmer of gold.

“It’s funny how our dreams are the same”, you reply, your heart threatening to leap right out of your chest, impatient to start the next leg of the journey with your chosen companion for life.

“Yeah?”, he asks, his smile impossibly tender, impossibly sweet. “Imagine the odds.”

“Yeah”, you reply, the rest of your words lost when he leans over, steals your breath with a jubilant kiss.

You are horrendously late to your own graduation dinner, but your tardiness is forgiven immediately when everyone catches sight of the flash of gold on your ring finger. Yua shrieks, jumping on you like a deranged limpet, his grandparents crying with joy. Even his father and your mother congratulate you, despite their earlier misgivings, and the entire evening is spent celebrating with too much food and you are just so drunk on love and happiness that your heart could burst.

There is so much ahead of you. A long road with many ups and downs, countless obstacles and bumps, but you’re not afraid. You welcome what’s to come as long as Kuroo Tetsuro is by your side, sharing your dreams about castles that reach from the ground all the way into the sky.

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a/n: and...we’ve finally reached the end of the longest fic i’ve ever written! sequel to this fic can be found here (a look into their married life), and...i really hope you enjoyed it. thank you for giving this fic a chance.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #haikyuu angst #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu romance #castles in the air #storm chaser universe

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missmorosis · 3 years

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hq boys in cliche tropes because i said so

-> bokuto, kenma, oikawa, kuroo, kageyama, tsukishima

wc: 560

genre: crack/fluff

a/n: BYE THIS WAS THE MOST FUN IVE HAD WRITING IN SO LONG ITS SO REFRESHINGNNDKDK- I HOPE YOU ENJOY <333

ALSO!! THANK YOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS WTF FJHFJRKSK

"there's only one bed"

with bokuto.

-> he eagerly gave you the bed, gesturing to the empty space that the white sheets decorated, but you couldn't take it. you insisted on taking the couch, but what kind of gentleman would he be if he let that happen? it was one of those rock-hard couches, and it was far too uncomfortable to sleep on, so after ten minutes of "you take the bed" "no you", you sighed and both of you shared the bed. the next morning, you woke up on the floor; bokuto woke up with his arms sprawled across the whole bed.

with oikawa.

-> you were over at his house, and because it was so late, you decided to stay the night. he explained that his couch was not a pull-out bed, and it was too small to sleep on, thus the two of you were forced to either sleep on the floor or share the bed. being the dramatic duo you are, both of you couldn't sleep on the floor, leaving you with the bed. the night was spent with your arms wrapped around each other, but when you both woke up, oikawa revealed that his couch indeed was a pull-out.

"getting locked in a room together"

with tsukishima.

-> boy, was he annoyed at his friends (of course, mainly tanaka and noya). they knew about his obvious crush on you, and with a handful of snickers, they had the "brilliant" plan to throw you two into a room and lock the door. they said "two hours in there, don't have too comfortable ;)". little do they know that tsukishima would spend the first hour staring at the wall, his ears bright red, refusing to talk out of embarrassment- save for the mumbled curses directed at the two second years under his breath.

with kuroo.

-> it was, of course, his teammates that initiated this "consequence" for you two. while you pretended to be annoyed, it was actually not the worst thing that ever happened to you. sure, the start was rocky and awkward, but gradually the conversation flowed smoothly, his teasing personality even poking a few laughs out of you. everything was going well until his friends whispered loudly "are they making out yet?", to which the two of you promptly turned bright red and went back to square one.

"fake dating"

with kenma.

-> it was surprisingly his idea, not to say you were against it. his chat in his gaming streams were getting too close for comfort, and he figured the best way to get the weird comments out were to find a significant other, or in this case, he would "pretend" to have a significant other. you were conveniently the "only one" fit for the job; he claimed his friends would just laugh at him, so you obliged. the two of you ended up kissing passionately on stream, 99% real and 1% staged. needless to say, the fans went berserk, shipping the two of you even harder than they shipped themselves with kenma.

with kageyama.

-> it was a bet with him and hinata: which guy could get a significant other first?? with fifty dollars on the line, he practically begged you to help him out, but being the shy blueberry he is, he didn't meet your eyes when he asked you, his cheeks flaming. you said yes, equally flustered, but you told yourself it was all pretend, until hinata admitted that the bet's intention was to get the two of you together. it worked, anyway.

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mari-writes · 2 years

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"Guys, I think I might have a problem.”

Akaashi stares blankly into his closet. A lineup of very bland work shirts, jeans, and two jackets of suspiciously similar shades of tan stare back.

It’s been about two hours since his boyfriend called from Osaka, excitedly asking Akaashi to be his “plus one” at a sponsor event in Tokyo this weekend. Of course Akaashi agrees—he could never say no to Bokuto—but now he’s a bit worried.

“What is it?” Kuroo saunters over. He and Kenma are at Akaashi’s for a gaming hangout. Well, Akaashi had originally only invited Kenma, but apparently the two came as a set these days.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

Akaashi’s only pair of dressy pants have a dark wine stain on one leg. He does have a nice pair of suede ankle boots but he barely ever wears them because, well, he has nothing fancy to match. Other than that…

“Oh come on. You must have something…” Kuroo reaches into the closet. “Ah! Look, what’s this in the back?” He pulls on the sleeve of a light-colored jacket, hidden behind the rest.

“I think that’s my Fukurodani uniform.”

Kuroo gapes as he pulls it out—lo and behold, it’s the top half of his familiar grey high school uniform. “You still have this?!”

“Apparently.” Akaashi shrugs. “I doubt it would still fit, but I guess I can…”

“Dude, no!” Kuroo shakes his head, almost violently, as he shoves the item back into the depths of Akaashi’s closet. He looks scandalized. “Are you joking? You can’t show up to an event sponsored by Nike in your high school uniform!”

Akaashi hums. “What should I do then?”

Kuroo turns to face him, hands on his hips. He smirks. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? We need to go shopping!”

Akaashi groans, and he’s pretty sure he hears Kenma do the same from his place on the couch. “I hate shopping,” he mutters. “Unless it’s for a new book, or loose-leaf teas, or writing implements…”

“You’re such a nerd.”

“And you’re a pain in the ass.”

Kuroo sighs. “It’s just such a travesty that you don’t use this,” he motions to Akaashi with a long sweep of his hand, “to your advantage.”

Akaashi frowns, glancing down at himself. “You just gestured to all of me.”

“Yeah.” Kuroo nods. “You’re a sexy dude, Akaashi. Seriously, if you had even an ounce of musical talent, you could probably be an idol.”

Nervous, Akaashi glances over to Kuroo’s boyfriend, but Kenma is actually nodding in agreement. “He’s right, Keiji. You’re fucking hot.”

Akaashi feels a tension headache forming between his brows.

“So what do you say?” Kuroo grins. “Wanna hit Ginza tomorrow?”

Akaashi most definitely does not. But he also doesn’t want to show up on Bokuto’s arm Saturday looking like a slob.

He sighs. “Fine.”

The process is as annoying as Akaashi had expected. Kuroo ushers him into not less than five fancy, high-end stores before they find the right suit—and by the end, Akaashi is tired. Tired of walking, of dressing rooms, of sales associates hovering. He even gets propositioned by a store manager.

This better be worth it, he thinks bitterly.

They strike gold ten minutes before the last store closes. Akaashi is in the middle of removing a shirt when Kuroo bursts into the changing room, cradling a suit in his arms. “What the fuck, Kuroo?” Akaashi crosses his arms over his bare chest.

“This is it!” Kuroo cries, a manic expression on his face. “I found the perfect one!”

And he’s right.

When Akaashi slips on the outfit and looks in the mirror, he can’t help the way his jaw drops. The suit is a dark teal color; it makes his blue-green eyes pop. It fits him comfortably, but it’s snug, too. The jacket hugs his narrow waist, its structure flaring a bit at the hem. The trousers accentuate his long limbs and hug him in all the right places.

He hears a wolf-whistle behind him. Surprisingly, it turns out to be Kenma. He’s looking Akaashi up and down. “Wow.”

Akaashi nods, slightly breathless.

On Saturday, for the first time in his life, Akaashi creates a look.

He pairs the suit with a structured white shirt, its high collar buttoned to the very top. He foregoes a tie (those had never been his thing), instead attaching two golden leaf-shaped clips to either side of the collar. He’d found the clips at an antique store two years ago but never had a reason to use them before.

He runs a bit of product through his hair, just enough to give it a tousled look, and pushes a pair of round, golden-rimmed glasses onto his nose.

He almost doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror. Is this what they mean when people say “you clean up nice” in the movies? Akaashi has never cared much about his wardrobe, but he can’t deny that he feels… good. Confident.

His doorbell rings. Bokuto is right on time. Akaashi scrambles for his wallet, keys and phone, storing them away in various pockets before heading to meet his boyfriend. He takes a deep breath before opening the door.

“Hey hey hey, Keiji! How are you…” Bokuto’s greeting trails off as he takes in the sight of Akaashi, eyes going wide in a matter of seconds. His jaw drops so hard Akaashi is surprised it didn’t make a cartoonish sound.

“Hi, Koutarou.” He smiles softly. “You look handsome.” And Bokuto does—standing there in his grey suit and gold tie. Somehow they’d coordinated their accent color subconsciously. He turn and bends down to lace up his ankle boots.

Bokuto is silent for a few more moments before he blurts: “Keiji, I can’t bring you looking like that!”

Akaashi jerks forward in surprise, nearly hitting his head on the wall. “Excuse me?” He turns to scowl at his boyfriend, confusion washing over him.

“You’re too beautiful!” Bokuto wails. “Honestly, Keiji, if you come to the party in that outfit everyone will fall in love with you!”

Akaashi chuckles, exasperated. “Don’t worry, love,” he smiles and straightens, walking over to greet his boyfriend with a kiss to his cheek. “I only have eyes for you.”

They head out. Bokuto pulls Akaashi close by the waist, leaning in close to his ear. “You look amazing, babe. Like a model! I never see you dressed up, and now I know why! You’re way too powerful like this.” Akaashi grins as he feels the man’s fingers dig into his side possessively.

“Thank you, Kou, but don’t forget—tonight is about you, and the Black Jackals.”

Bokuto snorts. “No one’s gonna be looking at me when we walk in, Keiji.”

// Thanks for reading guys! Akaashi getting thrashed by the fandom on Twitter earlier this week for his “bad fashion” was hilarious, so I thought I’d write this. Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed! Also see my outfit inspo on Twitter here.

#bokuaka #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #akaboku #haikyuu!!#my writing #drabble #ficlet #kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma

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ffamranxii · 3 years

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HAIKYUU!! COUPLES HEADCANONS

DAISUGA

-Daichi goes to the gym to work out. Suga goes to the gym to ogle Daichi

-Suga has a massive sweet tooth

-Daichi cooks, Suga cleans

-Suga is a little shit who is not above seducing Daichi in public. He can say the most lewd things without batting an eye while Daichi blushes furiously

-Daichi and Kuroo once hooked up at training camp. They do not talk about it

-Daichi is good friends with Michimiya and Kiyoko. Suga is closer to Asahi

-Daisuga rarely fight and are often asked for relationship advice. Daichi tries to discourage this because “guys I didn’t realize Yui had a crush on me or that Suga was in love with me for three years.”

-Daichi can’t dance, won’t dance, and refuses to acknowledge the time he got trashed and twerked

-Suga dislikes his given name unless it’s said by Daichi, who is the only person allowed to call him Koushi

-Suga is extremely flexible. Daichi is not.

-Daichi or Suga getting hit on makes Daichi uncomfortable. Getting hit on amuses Suga, and Daichi getting hit on makes him horny

-It took all of high school for Daisuga to get together, because Daichi is oblivious and Suga assumed Daichi wasn’t into him. Daichi’s dumbness and their mutual pining becomes a fond, shared joke several years later

-Daichi has no gag reflex.

-Daisuga have a very fat, very orange cat named Ninja. He’s surprisingly fast and agile despite looking like a furry basketball. (Daichi is a dog person and did not even want Ninja at first. He suspects Kuroo had something to do with this. Suga sometimes playfully gets upset because “Ninja likes you better than me, Dai!”)

-Everyone expects Suga to be the dominant one but Suga is more than willing to be submissive for Daichi and has on several occasions

ASANOYA

-Noya gets up before sunrise to run. Asahi would rather die than leave his bed before 8am

-Noya turns the coffee pot on and cooks breakfast to lure Asahi out of bed

-Noya is surprisingly patient, gentle, quiet, and kind when it comes to Asahi and his insecurities

-Noya is the type to bottle his insecurities and fears until they explode. The only one who can calm him back down is Asahi

-Asahi makes bratty faces when he thinks Noya isn’t looking

-Noya and Tanaka spend a lot of time with Daisuga because of the Daichi&Suga&Asahi&Kiyoko friendship. Asahi and Ennoshita become good friends

-Asahi doesn’t understand the distance between Noya and his sisters because Asahi is very close to his

-It is impossible to embarrass Noya

-Asahi gets a lot of inspiration for his fashion designs from traveling with Noya

-Noya knows how to braid hair and likes to play with Asahi’s

-Asahi enjoys physical affection but dislikes overt PDA. Noya would happily climb Asahi like a tree in public if Asahi would let him

-Only Asahi calls Noya by his given name

-Noya knows he likes Asahi early on but Asahi’s panic (“omg someone LIKES me?? NOYA likes me?? My crush??”) at his confession prevent them getting together until after the Date Tech match (after Asahi rejoins the team).

-Noya is affected by wanderlust and that’s why he travels. Sometimes Asahi joins him. They get married in Canada during one of these trips. (I once read a fantastic asanoya fic where a significant event happened in Canada so Canada is my asanoya place now)

-Noya sends Asahi a postcard from every place he’s ever visited. Sometimes he’ll spend over half an hour trying to find the *best* one, only to buy them all and send them as a sort of big long letter. Asahi saves them all in a photo album that lives on the coffee table. (Some people have a coffee table book, Asahi has a photo album.)

-Noya prefers to top. The one thing he’s really uncomfortable with is being on the bottom (physically laying beneath someone and also sex).

KUROKEN

-Kuroken have a black cat and a calico and enjoy naps on the couch with the kitties. Kuroo has SO MANY pictures in his phone of Kenma curled around the kitties.

-Kuroo: “Love you.” Kenma: “Hate you.”

-Kenma CAN cook, but likes that Kuroo likes taking care of him

-Every game Kuroo has ever owned is multiplayer because he only games with Kenma

-Kenma’s favorite games involve critical thinking and puzzles. Kuroo enjoys watching him play

-Kuroo is an introvert masquerading as an extrovert. Kenma is an introvert. They enjoy quiet nights in.

-Kuroo has anxiety. Kenma always knows when Kuroo is anxious and how to fix it

-People make Kenma anxious. Kuroo makes himself anxious.

-Kenma’s nicknames for Kuroo are Kuro and Koroemon. Kuroo calls Kenma Kyanma and kitten

-Kuroo has been in love with Kenma for as long as he can remember, since they were kids. Kenma knows this, but doesn’t understand he feels the same way until Kuroo goes off to college

-Kuroo is the one who discovered Daichi’s lack of gag reflex. He’s delighted to learn that Kenma lacks one as well

-Kenma moves more slowly than Kuroo. He’s not as comfortable with physical affection and sex as Kuroo is. Their relationship progresses slowly, and Kuroo lets Kenma lead.

-After Kenma’s confession, how he feels about Kuroo is one of the very few things Kuroo does not doubt or make himself anxious over.

-Kuroo can, will, and has go(ne) on and on and ON about Kenma until someone shuts him up. It drives Yaku up the fucking wall in high school.

-Kenma does a retro game stream once or twice a month made up of games he and Kuroo used to play as kids. Kuroo actually games with him on those days and Kenma’s followers are quick to notice and speculate because Kenma has literally never gamed with another person in the same room before. Sometimes Kenma can only post the actual gameplay because Kuroo ruined the footage of them by being excessively sappy. (Kuroo is NOT above flirting and dirty talk to get an edge and Kenma doesn’t really think his fans need to know that.)

-Kuroken do not talk about Kuroo’s mom or sister

-The Kozumes love “Tetsu-chan” and Kuroo’s grandparents adore Kenma. Kuroken get along with each other’s families better than they do their own.

-Kuroo is tactile. He’s that ass-slapping friend. Kenma thinks he’s ridiculous

-Kuroo used to be dislike Hinata, because Kenma and Hinata are extremely good friends and Kuroo was afraid Hinata would take Kenma away from him. Kenma has assured him he doesn’t like Hinata like that but Kuroo doesn’t warm up until Hinata starts dating Kageyama

BOKUAKA

-Akaashi is 100% in charge of the house and the financials and his word is law. Not because he’s an asshole but because Bokuto is whipped

-Akaashi is a screamer. Bokuto has a big dick.

-Bokuto is the calmest between him and his sisters. His sisters have formed an Akaashi fanclub

-Bokuaka kiss a lot during sex

-Bokuto fucking loves owls

-Akaashi used to be embarrassed over being a manga editor but Bokuto thinks it’s the coolest job ever, “even better than mine!” When his authors need references, Akaashi sends them pictures of Bokuto. Bokuto takes this responsibility very seriously

-Bokuaka exclusively refer to each other by first name but Akaashi can’t break the habit of using -san

-Akaashi and Kenma are very good friends. Bokuto thinks they might even be better bros than him and Kuroo. (Kenma is one of the few people Akaashi calls by first name, and one of the only people who calls Akaashi by his.)

-Akaashi overthinks as a result of anxiety, but he doesn’t think he has anxiety. He prefers to call it “seeing the issue from all sides”

-Akaashi and Bokuto do yoga together. Bokuto behaves himself surprisingly well around Akaashi in yoga pants

-Akaashi decided to attend Fukurodani after watching Bokuto play and literally for no other reason

-Bokuaka are the embodiment of love at first sight and their relationship has an unreal, almost storybook quality to it because they are literally perfect for each other. Because of this, Bokuto doesn’t understand why other people struggle so much to start and maintain a relationship, no matter how many times Kuroo tells him “just because your relationship is straight out of a movie doesn’t mean the rest of the world works like that”

-Bokuaka have a koi pond in their backyard and have named all the fish. Bokuto always asks about them when he’s away for games

IWAOI

-Iwaizumi cooks and cleans because he’s always been the one taking care of Oikawa, but he refuses to fold the laundry because “I’m not doing everything for you, you fucking freeloader”

-Iwaizumi cooks healthy “old man food.” Oikawa’s sweet tooth suffers

-Oikawa is that guy who puts more cream and sugar and other additives in his coffee than actual coffee. He’s tried all of Starbucks’ seasonal drinks and never gets the same thing twice

-Iwaoi have very heated arguments about if Godzilla can kick King Kong’s ass or not. Iwaizumi of course sides with Godzilla

-Iwaoi once fought about the original purpose of Stonehenge and now no one can mention England without it coming back up

-Oikawa only became comfortable with his glasses because Iwaizumi likes them

-Iwaoi have been friends since they were in diapers. The whole volleyball team took bets on when they’d announce their relationship

-Both the Oikawas and the Iwaizumis respond when either boy calls for mom or dad. Oikawa calls his sister Nee-chan while Iwaizumi says Oneesan

-Iwaizumi’s favorite of Oikawa’s features is his legs. Oikawa is in love with Iwa’s arms

-Neither of them can remember when they started liking each other or how their relationship started

-Iwaoi are shockingly codependent and do NOT do separation (during university in Argentina/California or for away games) well

-Deep down Oikawa is extremely insecure and worries he isn’t enough - in volleyball, in school, in his family, in his relationship. Iwaizumi always knows when he’s putting on a front and how to cheer him back up

-Iwaizumi is secretly so soft and weak for Oikawa

-After the Olympics Iwaizumi moves to Argentina to be with Oikawa and they get married. They move back to Japan after Oikawa retires from volleyball and after gay marriage becomes legal there

-Oikawa keeps various plants around the house and the patio and is extremely proud of them. He paints all their pots and even names some of them (which Iwaizumi thinks is disgustingly cute). His most prized plant is a lucky bamboo he bought on a whim when iwaoi first moved in together.

-Oikawa can’t deepthroat. It makes him so jealous that Iwaizumi can

-Iwaizumi blushes whenever Oikawa gives him a genuine compliment

-Iwaizumi has a praise kink. Oikawa has a “whatever comes out of Iwa’s mouth” kink

-Iwaizumi has dom tendencies.

#haikyuu #headcanons #daisuga #asanoya #kuroken #bokuaka #iwaoi #updated it #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #azumane asahi #nishinoya yuu #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutaru #akaashi keiji #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru

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sugakuns · 4 years

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[ʜᴄ] 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: ushijima, kuroo and tendō’s shy s/o gets hit on while attending their match

ᴀ/ɴ: gender neutral pronouns

— 𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝘄.

you were so happy to see your boyfriend play anytime you could

he has so much passion towards the sport you already know that after high school he’s going straight to a professional team

so..it’s actually kind of inspiring to watch him

anyways!!

you’re sitting front and centre! best seat in the house

and unfortunately for you, some guy with an ego too big for his boots sits right next to you

ushi is stretching w his teammates and he’s just scanning the crowd for you

then he sees the uncomfortable expression you’re making as this scrawny guy acts like he’s the finest specimen to walk the earth

these seats were lower to the ground, easy access for ushi to just reach over

so he did

“please leave my partner alone”

uh so he did cuz imagine having a buff and notoriously strong teenager come over to you and tell you off LMAO

men ain’t shit 😹😹😹

— 𝗸𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼 𝘁.

pretty boy is proud of his pretty partner

it’s not that he sees you as an object

but he will proudly show you off

since nekoma is in Tokyo and there’s plenty more schools than in the country side, they have a lot of matches with other schools

unfortunately, this match was against nohebi, and low and behold, daishō was there

he’s still trailing after mika, who you’re surprisingly on good terms with, but he decides to flirt with you just to mess with kuroo

no matter how many times you turn away from his touches, move his arm away or outwardly say that you want him to fuck off, he continues

all in spite of kuroo

“oi snake bastard” you could swear you seen happiness light in suguru’s eyes but you stayed quiet LMAO

looks a bit sus babe

kuroo’s flaming him bro

even brought mika into it 😭😭😭

kuroo may be a science nerd but he’s a bad bitch 😼😼

daishō just walks away LMAO kuroo’s on a temporary high

performs so well after, he’s literally targeting daishō through the whole match to make it harder for him

— 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼̄ 𝘀.

tendō finally gets a reason to use his ‘monster’ nickname lmao

he just freaks them out

this time it wasn’t even at a match, you were simply standing outside waiting on the boys to finish up when a couple boys from a different club walked past you

you know them from around school, so you didn’t think much when you saw them walk towards you

maybe they were just gonna ask you something abt school? it happens quite a bit

😹 well,, uh 🏃‍♀️💨

you’re literally standing there like,, y’all know who my boyfriend is 🧍‍♀️

they were literally doing such a poor job, you were gonna laugh but of course,, your saviour arrives

singing that stupid fucking song 💀💀

“naNi wO” like bruv can u help me simon cowell isn’t going to scout you 😹😹

he literally puts his hands on their shoulders and they piss themselves cuz tendō is one scary bitch

tendō keeps a mental note of what part of the dormitory they run to so he can torment them 😭

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kaaytea · 3 years

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How about being the manager of Inarizaki, Nekoma, Seijoh and Shiratorizawa and how the boys would feel when they finally finally get a manager? :0

New Manager

⤷Includes: Nekoma, Inarizaki, Seijoh, Shiratorizawa

A/n: I haven't written for the HQ boys in a hot minute so I was sUper hyped for this! Thank you for the request, dear 💕

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Nekoma

Nekoma has been manager-less for so long that literally the entire team was dumbfounded when they spotted you chilling next to Nekomata

Like hello??? Who are you and what are you doing in their gym???

There's a good few seconds of silence when Nekomata introduces you

Despite being cats, they greatly resembled their Fukurodani rivals as they blinked back at you with big curious eyes

That is until Yamamoto slumps to his knees and starts tearing up, blabbering on about how they've been blessed with a manager while a quiet Fukunaga pats his back in an almost humouring manner

Yamamoto's out burst is what loosens up the team and they start making their way to introduce themselves to you

The first is Kuroo, who approaches you with a welcoming smirk which was quickly followed by a gentle smile from Kai and a reassuring pat on the back from Yaku

The first years are VERY eager to meet you! Lev and Inouka are bouncing around you spewing out questions to the point where Yaku has to kick them both and send them off to warm up

Sweet Shibayama very nervously bows at you and thanks you for taking care of the team (what a baby 🤧💕)

The entire team absolutely loves you by the end of your first day (yes even the aloof creature that is Kenma, though he'll never admit it)

Nekoma's inner team dynamic is very familial and you're immediately sucked into the little family vibes they got going on

The first years love to be around you! (Specifically Lev bc you're not as mean to him as everyone else)

The first years are always volunteering to help you carry equipment or water bottles

You once caught one of the jokes Fukunaga muttered during practice so now the two of you bounce little puns and jokes off of eachother to see who can get the other to laugh first (he is currently winning. although, you got him to tear up from laughing so hard once which you've been counting as 10 wins)

The third years tend to mother hen you a bit, specifically Yaku and Kuroo

Kuroo made it very clear to you that you're apart of the team even if you don't play on the court, so as captain it's his job to make sure all his players are ok (mentally, physically, socially, you name it! He's always looking out for you and is basically your big brother)

You and Yaku bond over the fact that you're both the unofficial team moms. The two of you are very organized and have a whole ass check list that you BOTH go over at least twice before the team leaves for a game or training camp

Kai is like your calm in the storm that is Nekoma. The two of you have had numerous conversations about anything from books to cafés and he's always willing to lend an ear if you need to rant

Kenma is a fairly distant person but he warms up to you when he notices how caring you are. He even let's you play his DS on the train rides to and from Nekoma

Inarizaki

You're a brave soul if you are willingly becoming the manager of Inarizaki

Kita is actually the one who asked if you wanted to be the teams manager

He saw you cleaning the board in a classroom during lunch break and was impressed by how well of a job you did

It doesn't matter if you said yes out of fear from Kita's blank stare or because you were genuinely interested bc now you're standing in the volleyball gym, clad in Inarizaki's signature maroon tracksuit

The team notices you instantly, particularly a certain blonde Miya

Before Kita even got a chance to introduce you to everyone, Atsumu had wandered over to you with a lazy smile tugging at his lips

Atsumu introduced himself and then started asking what you were doing here

"Are ya lost?" "Ya here to admire me?" "Ya dating one of the players?"

You didn't get a chance to answer his questions as Osamu lovingly threw a Volleyball at Atsumu, cutting off any moment you had to respond

The only problem was that Atsumu noticed the volleyball rOcketing towards him and scrambled out of the way like a startled cat, leaving the ball to hit you instead of its intended target

The silence that hung over the gym was deafening as the younger team members watched Kita and Aran rush over to assist your now bloody nose

Just as quick as it had started, the silence was broken by Atsumu yelling at his brother for hitting a helpless person in the face and the gym quickly descended into madness

Aran held a towel to your nose and gave you a few encouraging pats on the back as the both of you watched Kita chew out the twins (safe to say Kita was hard on them during practice)

Osamu approached you during a water break to apologize and, to the surprise of the entire team, gave you the extra pudding he had as a peace offering

Since that incident Osamu and Atsumu stopped throwing volleyballs at each other's heads (at least when you were around that is)

The team is also surprisingly protective of you

The glares people get at tournaments if they try to flirt with you are terrifying

You become pretty close with Suna as the both of you tend to sit back and watch Atsumu and Osamu fight (you tried to step in once but they literally only respond to Kita so it didn't do much)

Suna also pats you on the head whenever he passes you

(it's something he does to his little sister to show some form of affection/appreciation and now he does it to you for the very same reasons)

This goes with out saying, but the twins love you

Osamu still feels bad about the whole hitting you in the face thing so he always shares any snacks he's got on him with you

Atsumu truly just likes being babied by you

Any ounce of praise or happy smiles directed at him has him acting like a puppy

(does 'Tsumu have a tiny crush on you? Yep he totally does!)

Kita and Aran are absolute sweethearts!! They are both very grateful for all the work you put in and treat you to boba every other week as a thank you :))

Seijoh

It was a new school year and you decided to push yourself out of your comfort zone a bit

What better way to do that then be a manager for a sports team!

Apparently one of your classmates let it slip that you were looking to be a manager for a sports team because you were approached by a very buff and very attractive guy a few days after asking if you'd be interested in helping the volleyball team

You happily agreed to do a trial day that afternoon, to which the player, who you now know as Iwaizumi-san, breathed a sigh of relief and said he'd pick you up after school to take you to the gym

So the school day is over, Iwaizumi meets you outside your classroom and you're off!

As you walk to the gym he fills you in on some of the tasks the manager would have to do

The job didn't sound that terrible so you were a bit confused as to why Iwaizumi was having such a hard time finding a manager

"Let's just say that the applicants were more interested in staring at our captain than the actual job." He had told you

Ok so first unofficial rule....don't stare at the Seijoh volleyball team's captain? A bit odd but who were you to judge, maybe the guy was shy and didn't like attention

Your thoughts were cut off by the crisp slap! Of a ball hitting the floor followed by a few short yells from the players littered across the court

Your attention was then caught by the sensation of someone draping their arm over your shoulders and a tangy apple smell invading your senses

"Oh? I didn't know you were dating someone, Iwa-chan~"

Iwaizumi shoved the brunette off of you and quickly explained that you were just here to test out being the manager for the day

The player's eyes lit up and he turned to you with a bubbly smile, introducing himself as Seijoh's captain, Oikawa Tooru

Ah, Captain.... Now you knew why they were having trouble finding someone who didn't stare

Your first day went fairly smooth, just a few blunders that were quickly forgotten by the team after Oikawa cheerfully told you: "Everyone has to start somewhere, (y/n)-chan!"

After the first week you had to admit that the Aoba Johsai volleyball team were quickly becoming some of your best friends, you all fit together like a dysfunctional family

Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa would always agree/praise you when you joined in one the daily Oikawa roast session

Oikawa (when he wasn't pouting about how "mean" you are to him) was fairly sweet to you

He spent the first month helping you learn the rules about volleyball and explaining the lingo the team often used during plays

Although, he does jokingly flirt with you about 40 thousand times a week so...

Kindaichi is a nervous wreak around you the first few weeks. Eventually his nervous demeanor melts away. Now he goes to you whenever he needs someone to toss the ball up for him so he can practice his spikes

Kunimi likes you simply because you let him get away with napping during water breaks

Kyotani acts like you annoy him but if anyone made you cry or hurt you in some way he would burn the entire gym down in a heartbeat

Did I mention that Seijoh are also very protective of you?

When at tournaments they travel in a small pack with you in the middle to reduce the chances of you getting hit on

Shiratorizawa

Shiratorizawa is a very nice and prestigious school so you thought why not participate in an extracurricular that would be beneficial for, not only your resume, but you yourself as well!

Out of all the clubs you chose volleyball which you're starting to regret a bit since one of your friends informed you that the team is a powerhouse school

Which means you can't make a bad impression or silly mistakes.....at all

That entire philosophy is thrown oUt the window on your second day as the official manager

You somehow managed to trip over your own feet and slam into a cart full of spare balls AND spill the water bottles you were carrying all over yourself

You were hoping that the team, by some miraculous reason, didn't notice but the stifled giggles from a certain red head said otherwise

You would give anything for the ground to just swallow you up and disappear forever

But then you saw a pair of gym shoes standing in front of you and when you looked up you were met with THE Ushijima Wakatoshi, captain and ace of shiratorizawa, offering you help to stand up

You hadn't seen Ushijima be more than a stoic and intimidating guy so you were even more surprised when he gave one of his spare shirts to change into now that you had spilt water on yourself

I guess you could say your little clumsy episode was what broke the ice for you and the team

Tendou loves talking with you

You're an interesting person to him and he finds great pleasure in teasing you (in his own words it's "out of love")

Ushijima ended up not being as intimidating as you originally pegged him to be. Instead, he was just a quiet guy who surprisingly could say some pretty funny things (whether or not he intended it to be funny)

Goshiki just loves you. Period.

You praise him and give him head pats so he couldn't be happier!

Tendou and Shirabu tease him all the time about how he has a case of puppy love for you (which Goshiki aggRessively denies no matter how red his face is)

Semi is someone who is grateful for your assistance with the team and does his very best to get Tendou out of your hair when you're trying to do your manager work. He also shares his headphones with you on long bus rides so you can listen to music together!

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jayeray-hq · 3 years

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All Work No Play: Kuroo Tetsurou

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Warnings: NSFW smut and a bit of fluff, 18+ minors dni!, little bit of brat reader and daddy dom Kuroo and a bit of switch!reader and switch!Kuroo, choking, minor exhibitionism, degradation/praise, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, minor bit of roleplay, dirty talk, hair pulling, nipple play, overstimulation

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You shifted lightly in the elevator as you waited patiently for it to reach its destination, the music as it moved droning on in the background. It was fairly late at night, so there were only a few people in the building, including the security guard you’d passed on the way up, and a handful of secretaries and other office workers, all of whom looked ready to be done with their day.

None of them had questioned your presence in the building. The only one who might’ve was the security guard, but you’d met before on times when you’d come to drag your boyfriend home, so all you’d received from him as a wry nod of acknowledgment.

Clearly, he thought you were going to drag Kuroo away from work again so he could go home and get some rest, and to be fair it was true to an extent. You were fully planning on dragging Kuroo home with you, but not before you had a little fun first.

You’d honestly been feeling a bit neglected lately with how busy he’d been with work. Now to say you didn’t understand, you definitely did. Kuroo had worked hard and recently gotten a promotion so it stood to reason he’d be busy. He just hadn’t taken any time out for you, so now you were fully intent on making him.

The elevator dinged, the doors pulling open, and you hummed in delight as you noticed that the other two offices on the floor had been vacated for the night, all the lights off and their occupants nowhere to be found. There was a happy bounce in your step as you made your way to Kuroo’s door, the only one still open at the end of the hall.

You could actually see him from the elevator as it was a straight shot to his office, and normally he heard the elevator and looked up whenever you arrived, but he must’ve been especially preoccupied because he didn’t look away from his computer, sat hunched over the desk, typing away. That was fine with you, you could surprise him even more this way.

A devious grin curled over your lips as you undid the top buttons of the respectable white blouse you’d worn, baring the black lace bra you were wearing under. It was part of Kuroo’s favorite set on you, as it was utterly sheer, and allowed him to see your nipples through the fabric.

You were also wearing a nice set of heels, bright red and dangerous, to match the bright red lipstick you had on. It made you feel both sexy and utterly daring, with the tight black pencil skirt you were wearing, complete with the sheer black hose and garter belt you were the epitome of sexy secretary.

Quietly sneaking into his office you carefully slid the door shut behind you, reaching around to slide the lock into place with a quiet shnick of metal on metal. Surprisingly it was that quiet sound that finally jolted him out of his hyper focus on his computer. He immediately smiled at the sight of you, though the smile turned into a salacious smirk as he got an eyeful of what you were wearing.

“Well hello there kitten,” he practically purred at you, hazel eyes bright as he slowly raked his eyes over you, pausing to linger hungrily at the place where your shirt was gaping open and the slit short hem of your skirt, “Something I can do for you?”

“I have a bit of a problem with someone in your company boss,” you told him, playing along with your character, “And I was hoping you could help me.”

“Well, we do take the complaints of our employees very seriously,” he stated his voice serious though his eyes glinted with mischief as he scooched back from his desk and patted his lap as he told you, “Why don’t you come take a seat here and tell me what the issue is.”

You did as he suggested, though you took your time crossing over to his desk and working your way around it, letting the heels add more sway to your hips than you usually allowed for.

Carefully you slid sideways into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck to help you keep your balance, which had the nice side-effect of pressing your breasts up against his hard chest. There was a definite bulge in his pants, clearly already ready to go. The feeling of him against your bottom had your panties damp with anticipation.

Your thighs rubbed together to help alleviate some of the ache and give yourself a little friction. It had been far too long and you were more than ready to go. A part of you wanted to just unzip his black slacks, pull him out, and sink down on his cock, letting him fill you in the way you’d been aching for all day. However, you were too committed to resort to that, and you did your best to bolster yourself with a reminder that it would all be worth it.

“So what exactly is your complaint Miss?” Kuroo purred at you, his tone that deep rasp of arousal that never failed to send your desire sky high.

“It’s my boyfriend sir,” you told him, doing your best to not squirm on his lap even though you wanted nothing more than to rub up on him like a cat in heat. You threaded your fingers through the short hair at the back of his neck to distract yourself from your arousal as you peered up at him through your lashes, ”He just got a promotion, and I’m so proud of him, but he doesn’t seem to have time to see to my needs lately.”

“That’s a very serious complaint,” Kuroo told you, his eyes softening in genuine concern, something you were quick to alleviate. He was a wonderful boyfriend and you weren’t hurt by his absence, you knew it would ease up once he settled in some to his new position. You didn’t want him worried about you or your relationship.

“But that’s not the complaint boss,” you told him, your fingers lightly tugging at his tie and fiddling with his collar as you watched him, giving him your best pout, “Tetsu’s a good boyfriend, and I know he’ll make time for me if I ask.”

“Oh?” he asked raising a brow, still playing along despite the tender look in his eyes that told you he was seconds away from throwing the whole charade out the window and kissing you breathless, “Then what is your complaint kitten?”

“I’ve been having troubles concentrating,” you admitted, “And lately I’ve found my thoughts wandering during work and other times when I really should be paying attention.”

“And what have you been thinking about,” Kuroo asked leadingly stroking his hand along your thigh

“I’m not sure that’s appropriate to tell you, boss,” you teased, biting your lip faux anxious, “I wouldn’t want to get in trouble.”

“We have a strict privacy policy,” he assured you his fingers brushing lightly over the sensitive skin of your throat, before using a gentle hand to pull your lip free of your teeth, lightly rubbing his thumb against the pliant flesh as he informed you, “Nothing you say here will leave this office, you have my word.”

“I’ve been thinking about it boss,” you told him readily your lips kissing his thumb as you held eye contact with him, “Daydreaming about it, so much that by the end of the day my panties are soaked through and I spend the whole day squirming uncomfortably, rubbing my thighs together and licking my lips, wanting it so badly.”

“And what is it exactly that you’re wanting?” he purred at you, his hazel eyes dark with desire as he eyed you hungrily, “I want to hear you say it kitten. What is it you want from me?”

“I want to suck you,” you admitted, holding eye contact, and lightly tugging at the hair between your fingers, something you knew never failed to arouse him, “I want to feel you in my mouth across my tongue, or better yet inside me, stretching me, filling me up so good boss.”

“Is that all?” he asked, his tone teasing despite the fact that his body was tense, clearly ready to pounce on you and give you everything you’d asked for and then some, “I was a little worried when you said you had a complaint kitten, but I think we can solve that easily enough.”

You didn’t get the chance to respond as his mouth immediately found yours, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You met him eagerly, practically melting under the skilled onslaught of lips, teeth and tongue, mouth opening readily with a hint of hesitation.

A quiet moan escaped your lips as your tongue tangled with his, your fingers tugged at his hair, as your other hand fumbled with the knotted tie around his neck, loosening it so you could get at his collar. You undid the buttons hastily to get at the warm skin beneath desperate to have your hands on him after so long without.

You felt him smirk into the kiss, clearly well aware of your desperation for him and reveling in it, which normally might’ve made you pout, but in this case, you were too desperate for it, instead choosing to nip lightly at his lips instead. The little hint of pain making Kuroo’s hips grind up against your rear and a low moan escape his lips. The sound sending a shiver of desire through you as you abandoned his hair and settled your full attention on undoing his shirt.

“Naughty kitten,” Kuroo rasped in your ear as you successfully undid the last button, though the way he helped you shrug him out of the shirt and suit jacket told you he wasn’t actually all that upset about it, “Did no one ever teach you not to bite the hand that feeds you?”

“Ah, but you liked it boss,” you teased, though it came out far more breathless than you’d intended, “And besides, your hands aren’t what I want to feed me right now.”

You slid one of your hands away from the warm skin of his chest where they’d been exploring the hard muscle there to cup him through his black office slacks, squeezing gently for emphasis and earning another low gasping moan. You grinned wickedly up at your boyfriend as you slid out of your seat, going to your knees in front of his office chair, your hands making quick work of his belt, button and zip.

“Well if my kitten wants feeding, who am I to say no?” he asked rhetorically as he obligingly lifted his hips letting you pull his pants and the black boxer briefs he’d been wearing beneath down exposing his fully hard cock, which twitched against his abdomen, already leaking precum, clearly just as desperate for you as you were for him.

You ran your hands up his solidly muscled thighs, admiring the flex and feel of them beneath your palms, noting that it really had been far too long. Normally you’d spend some time worshipping those thighs, but you didn’t have the patience for it, instead going right for your prize, wrapping a hand around his eager cock, earning a hiss of pleasure from him.

Carefully you gave him several long strokes as you eased yourself up between his legs, teasing your thumb against the sensitive ridge of the head in a way you knew drove him absolutely crazy before turning to look up at him coyly. His eyes were practically burning down at you, his grip on the arms of his nice office chair white-knuckled.

You tapped him against your lips teasingly, knowing the red of your lipstick would be stark even against the flushed pink head of his cock as you let your lips kiss it, your tongue darting out teasingly to lap up a drop of precum that was oozing from the slit.

“Careful kitten,” he warned a rasping edge to his voice that you knew meant he was being pushed to the edge, and that further teasing might result in rougher treatment. The two of you tended to switch back and forth on who was in charge, but there were times where Kuroo could be coaxed into being entirely dominating. It seemed he’d missed you too if he was this close to that line already.

Normally you might’ve taken a second to decide what it was you wanted and then proceed from there, but you were too hot already, and you already knew exactly what it was that you wanted from him.

“What if I don’t want to be careful daddy?” you asked with a taunting smile, knowing full well what that word did to your normally controlled boyfriend, giving the head of his cock another teasing lick for emphasis.

Sure enough Kuroo gave a full body shudder, his eyes lighting with a pleased fire at getting the green light from you, and his cock throbbed in your hands, clearly fully on board even as he scolded, “What a naughty little kitten I have, teasing her daddy. I think kitten needs to be doing something else with that wicked little mouth hmm?”

He took hold of both your hands, pulling them off his cock and setting them on his thighs, before taking himself in hand and tangling his other hand in your hair with a firm warning, “Don’t move those hands now kitten. You said you wanted this cock on your tongue, and I’m going to give it to you.”

He tapped the head against your lips, a clear signal for you to open up. You thought about dragging things out a bit more, but in the end decided you were too impatient, instead opening your mouth and letting him guide himself in. You automatically began to suck at him, the taste of him familiar and the weight of him on your tongue making your thighs rub together, your pussy clenching desperately at the thought of having it inside you.

“Good girl,” Kuroo praised as he used his grip on your hair to guide you, making you bob up and down on his cock, “Look at you taking it so well into that slutty little mouth of yours. I know you wore that lipstick just for me, didn’t you kitten, you wanted me to see how well your pretty lips wrap around my cock?”

You moaned in response, enjoying his filthy teasing words, and knowing the vibrations on his cock would make him even more intent. It was more than enough for him as he let out a grunting moan of his own and pressed you further on to his cock, forcing you to swallow rapidly to accommodate.

“Fuck, look at you taking it so well,” Kuroo praised breathlessly from above you, making you peer up at him, knowing he would enjoy the visual, and enjoying it yourself, a gush of wetness making you squeeze your thighs together desperately as you saw the way his hair was beginning to cling, sweat dampened, to his forehead, and the lustful, hungry look in his eyes as he watched you take his cock.

“My perfect little kitten,” he crooned, “With those pretty red lips of yours.”

Your head bobbed back and forth, taking him deeper each time until you had your nose pressed up against his abdomen, his cock as far down your throat as it could go. You swallowed around him, your throat massaging him as he used his grip on your hair to fuck up into your face, low groans escaping his lips interspersed with praise for how well you were doing, encouraging you to use your tongue on him to great effect.

Your hands dug into his thighs as he gave a particularly hard thrust, nearly making you choke, your nails embedding into the sensitive skin. The jolt of pain combined with the pleasure of your mouth proved to be too much for him. He only just managed to pull you back slightly before he was coming across your tongue with a low gasping moan of pleasure.

You swallowed every drop he gave you, massaging his thighs apologetically with your fingers, soothing the deep nail marks as he let go of your hair so you could pull off his cock with a lewd popping noise.

Using your grip on his thighs you pulled yourself up so you were leaning over him, capturing his lips in a filthy kiss, unable to resist his face, which was still slightly dazed from the pleasure. Kuroo was an incredibly smart man, and usually never failed to have a quip or tease on the tip of his tongue at all times, so the fact that he always seemed to become struck dumb after you had him in your mouth never failed to make you feel powerful, sexy and desirable.

However, as enjoyable as it was your body was practically aching to have something buried inside you. Your panties were utterly soaked through with your desire, and it was taking all your self-control not to straddle one of his sexy thighs and start grinding on him like a cat in heat. Luckily you knew exactly what to do to get your boyfriend to refocus.

“Did you like that daddy?” you murmured teasingly against his lips, “I suppose I don’t even need to ask, you were loud enough it’s a good thing everyone’s left of I bet your whole office would’ve heard you moaning for me.”

Kuroo played right into your hands, his gaze sharpening, his hands reaching out for you, and his eyes darkening with desire, only for you to dance out of reach, spinning his chair around to give yourself more room and forcing him to watch you, as you stripped out of your shirt, running your hands teasingly over your curves.

The motion made you feel more than a bit daring considering it left you out in the open. In a normal office that might’ve been fine, but the back wall of Kuroo’s office was made entirely of windows. The view was one of the perks of his promotion. Admittedly you were on one of the top floors of the building, but it was dark outside, and the lights were on in Kuroo’s office which meant anyone looking in would get a clear view of you.

“Naughty kitten, just what do you think you’re doing?” Kuroo asked, an eyebrow raised at you in question, his eyes hungry as they took you in.

“What does it look like I’m doing daddy?” you teased, your hands going to your skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground, revealing the sexy garter belt you were wearing along with the lacey tops of the stockings you’d worn underneath the skirt.

“You looking to put on a show kitten?” he cajoled even as he kicked off the rest of his own clothes reclining back in the chair, lounging completely comfortable in his nakedness and clearly well aware of the enticing way it made his muscles ripple, judging by the smirk on his face.

You pouted at him even as you admired his form and the way the light played over his strong chest, thighs and arms desire making your knees feel weak. It wasn’t fair that he’d gone and turned the tables so easily. Then again, they didn’t call him the master of provocation for nothing, and he certainly knew how to provoke you in all the best ways.

However, you weren’t about to just let him win, instead running your hands over your skin, letting them linger on your breasts, cupping them, and plucking the nipples through the lace of your bra letting yourself gasp and whine in pleasure.

“Daddy,” you crooned at him, your voice breathy with pleasure as you slid one of your hands down your stomach and between your thighs, cupping your mound as you threw your head back and moaned, “I want you so bad daddy. Won’t you fuck me? Pretty please?”

“What a needy little slut,” Kuroo scolded, even as his eyes burned with desire, “Groping yourself and begging for your daddy’s cock right in front of the windows where anyone could see you. Is that what you want? You want everyone to see what a greedy, horny little cock slut you are kitten? Does the thought of someone seeing you begging for my cock make you wet?”

“I’m so wet for you daddy,” you answered spreading your legs so he could see how soaked your panties were, dipping your hand underneath the elastic and sliding your fingers between your wet folds, as you whined and gasped, “I want your cock inside me so badly daddy. I want it!”

“If you want it so bad, why don’t you come and get it,” Kuroo ordered, spreading his legs open invitingly in the chair, his cock fully hard again and clearly more than ready for you, “Come here and bounce on daddy’s cock kitten, let’s show anyone who might be watching just how well my slutty kitten takes cock.”

You immediately stepped toward him, more than ready, your hands going to your garter belt fully ready to remove it so you could pull down your panties only to pause at Kuroo’s voice, “Ah, ah kitten, leave them on, just push them to the side.”

“Oh?” you asked coyly, a surge of triumph going through you, as you played with the lacey tops of your stockings, “Does daddy like my pretty lacey things? I wore them just for you.”

Unfortunately you’d made a bit of a miscalculation, in that you’d managed to get close enough for him to reach when you’d decided to tease. Quicker than you could blink he’d managed to snag you around the waist and pull you backwards into his lap.

“Such a bratty little kitten,” Kuroo scolded, his breath on your neck making you shiver in desire, “Maybe I won’t give you my cock just yet after all.”

“No daddy,” you whined at him a little panicked and utterly needy, “Please I’ll be good!”

“Ah-ah, no whining or I’ll draw this out even longer,” he informed you a sadistic lilt to his voice that told you he was thoroughly enjoying this. Carefully he arranged you so your back was against his chest, his cock settled between your spread thighs, and your hands on the chair arms.

“Don’t move those hands now,” he ordered, as he spun the chair so the two of you were facing the windows behind his desk, “And let’s see just how needy you get when you know anyone could look up or across and see you.”

A desperate whine escaped your lips as he began to lick and suckle at your neck, your hips shifting desperately, grinding on his cock as his warm hands stroked your torso and came up to cup your breasts, shoving the bra up to bear your skin for his big warm hands as he teased and plucked at your nipples.

“Daddy, daddy please,” you begged shamelessly as your hips ground helplessly in his lap, desperately searching for more even as your back arched to press your breasts into his hands. Your pussy clenched desperately, practically aching with the desire to be filled, the sight of his cock flushed and leaking between your thighs a tease you could barely handle.

“Look at my needy little kitten,” Kuroo cooed, though there was a rough edge to his voice that told you it was getting to him too, “So desperate to have her slutty little hole stuffed full of cock. Look at yourself kitten, look at what a whiney little slut you are, putting on a show for the whole world to see.”

You could see your reflection in the glass of the windows, not perfectly, but enough that you could tell your face was flushed, your whole body alight, hot slick and desperate with wanting him. It made your pussy clench the sheer desire your were feeling nearly overwhelming at the thought if someone seeing you like this.

“You’re so soaking wet kitten, slicking up my thighs right through your panties hmm?” Kuroo teased as he nipped and suckled at the sensitive column of your throat, “That eager little pussy of yours is practically gushing at the thought of my cock inside it isn’t it kitten? What do you think? Do you think you’ve been punished enough for teasing?”

A whine left your throat as he pinched your nipples simultaneously your head falling back on his shoulder as he continued to torture the sensitive buds, completely helpless in his grasp as you begged, “Please daddy, please! I need it. I’ll be good! I’ll be good daddy.”

“I suppose since you’re begging me so prettily,” he conceded with a breathless chuckle, “Lift your hips up and pull aside those panties for me sweet kitten.”

You immediately obeyed, the crotch of the fabric positively soaked and slick between your fingers as you hastily shifted it out of the way. Kuroo teasingly rubbed the head of his cock through your damp folds making you whine and gasp, fighting desperately to hold still and not just take matters into your own hands and sink down on his cock, well aware it would get you teased again, something you were sure you wouldn’t be able to handle any more of.

“Good girl,” Kuroo praised, clearly acknowledging your efforts, “I suppose you do deserve a reward after all.”

With careful hands he guided you down on to his cock, a hiss leaving his mouth as your pussy immediately clenched around him, a breathless moan of pleasure leaving your lips as you felt him stretch and fill you. Normally Kuroo had to prep you a bit beforehand in order to fit his cock inside you without pain. It was a testament to how absolutely desperate and wet you were that he slid in easily, with just the wonderful feeling of being stretched.

“Feels so good,” you babbled near mindlessly, as you felt him rub up against your sensitive inner walls, finally filled after so long, “Daddy, you feel so good.”

“Fuck! So tight pretty kitten, so tight and good for your daddy. It really has been too long since I had my cock inside this perfect little cunt,” Kuroo hissed, his hands going to your hips as he ordered, “Ride me kitten. Bounce on that cock for me.”

You immediately began to roll your hips, desperate for every inch of him. His strong hands at your waist helped guide your movements as he thrust up into you. You were nearly incoherent with lust as you took everything you’d been craving and then some from him.

Your body was so sensitive from all the teasing it took less than a handful of minutes to send you right over the edge into orgasm, your body bowing backwards as you clamped down on the perfect cock inside you, spasming with pleasure as a wordless keening sound left your lips.

“Good girl,” Kuroo crooned in your ear, though you could hear the beginnings of strain in his voice as you collapsed against him, “But you’re not done yet kitten. Let’s see you give me another one.”

His arms wrapped around you, one hand coming up to grope at your sensitive breast and the other slipping down between your legs, his clever fingers finding the small sensitive bundle of nerves unerringly, gently massaging your clit as he dug his heels into the floor and thrust up in you.

“Daddy!” you whined, unsure whether you were begging him to stop or keep going your hips shifting in his lap again moving between chasing the pleasure of his fingers and shying away.

“Yeah?” Kuroo rasped at you, “What is it kitten? What do you want from daddy hmm? Want to cream all over my cock again? Scream my name loud enough for everyone in this building and the one across the way to hear it?”

You warbled in response, unable to find the words as the painful pleasure of overstimulation sent you rocketing towards another orgasm, the beginnings of tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

A particularly hard swipe of his fingers against your clit was all it took to send you over the edge again, sobbing your pleasure as you writhed in his hold. It was nearly enough to make you see stars as you trembled through it.

The feel of your orgasm, your pussy milking his cock for all it was worth proved to be too much for your boyfriend as well as he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his hands leaving your clit and breast to seal your hips to his. The feel of him spurting inside you, hot jets of cum against your oversensitive insides was enough to send you into one last mini orgasm before your whole body went completely limp.

You collapsed back against your boyfriend, who wrapped his arms around you securely, holding you to him. Both of you were soaked with sweat, skin slick and hot as the sounds of your mingled breaths replaced the wet slapping of flesh that had accompanied your little escapade.

You felt utterly boneless and completely satiated as your arms wrapped over top of Kuroo’s nuzzling your nose affectionately into his neck, and sighing in contentment. His arms tightened in a brief squeeze as his lips pressed tenderly to your temple.

“I’ve missed you pretty kitten,” he told you, his voice a soft murmur, full of adoration.

“Missed you too Tetsu,” you answered, feeling completely soft and more than a bit smitten with your sweet boyfriend, “It’s why I came to see you.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he told you genuinely, his arms tightening around you as if afraid his words might upset you, “I promise things will slow down again soon and we’ll be able to spend more time together again.”

“I know love,” you assured him pressing a tender kiss to the underside of his jaw, “I understand. It’s okay. I was just needy and wanting you, and I figured you wouldn’t mind a break.”

“I’ll never say no to break like that one, kitten,” he answered roguishly, making you giggle quietly, extremely pleased with yourself.

“Do you have a lot more to do tonight?” you asked leaning back and twisting so you could wrap an arm around his neck and peer up into his face, “Or do you think you’re ready to come home.”

“Home sounds good,” he assured you, pressing a quick tender kiss to your lips before gently teasing, “You think you can get up and walk out or will I need to carry you?”

You huffed and immediately went to stand, allowing him to slip out of you. You grimaced slightly as you realized you were both a little wobbly on your feet and that you had quite the mess between your thighs, one that was slowly beginning to leak out of you.

“I think we’re both going to need to clean up a bit first,” you told him, eyeing him and noting with amusement that thanks to your hands, his normally wild hair was even more disheveled and sticking up everywhere, “No need for the poor security guard to know what we’ve been getting up to in your office.”

“I don’t think we’re going to be able to hide it,” Kuroo told you with a snicker, clearly incredibly amused, “But yeah, might as well use the nice private bathroom that came with the office, one of the perks of my promotion.”

You grinned, unable to help yourself in the face of his amusement, and let him lead you there. Unfortunately in the end he was absolutely right. While you did manage to make yourself feel less gross there was absolutely no hiding the rumpled, wrinkled clothing, Kuroo’s hair, or the trail of hickeys he’d managed to leave on your neck.

The absolutely knowing and slightly scandalized look from the security guard as Kuroo smirked at him when the two of you walked past would probably stick with you for a good long while. However, given how wonderful you felt, the amazing experience, and the fact that you got to walk home hand in hand with your boyfriend for the first time in a long time you felt it was more than worth it, so much so that you were already quietly plotting your next trip to visit Kuroo in his lovely new office. After all, all work no play makes your Tetsu a dull boy.

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kaashiboo · 3 years

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haikyuu boys seeing you awake late at night

┇ tsukishima, kenma, and akaashi

→ fluff

gn! reader

【warnings: a few swearing】

➢ general note: aged up! characters

tsukishima

you've been surprisingly good with trying to keep your mouth shut when you stay late up late at night to not wake tsukishima up.

but the video you were watching was too funny. of course you were wearing earphones and because it was in a high volume, you didn't notice how loud your laugh was.

tsukishima frowned at your wide awake state. you felt his position shift but you haven't noticed that he's been awaken by you.

not until he decided to pull your earphones, startling you and almost throwing your phone at him.

"do you want to fucking have a headache later? go to sleep y/n l/n."

"but i'm not sleepy!" you whined, trying to get your earphones back but he just stared at you blankly, holding out his other hand to you and you pouted.

"fine. but you're getting me my favorite dessert later." you huffed before surrendering your phone to him. "oh and please charge it. thank you and good ni— good morning."

kenma

you two are probably awake at the same time but also unaware of the said action.

you obviously have your brightness at its lowest. you turned to the other side, only to be greeted by your boyfriend's face. you were surprised to see kenma awake and almost shout.

"holy shit i thought it was someone else." you sighed in relief. he put down his switch and looked at you.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"oh nothing. i just got scared seeing you with literally red eyes."

"ah. well then, go to sleep." he said, continuing his game.

"but what about you?"

"i'm an expert at this, y/n and you're not. you need proper sleep."

"not until you sleep first."

"no."

"i'll tell kuroo."

"i don't really care, babe. now go and rest or i might as well just burn your house in our minecraft world." he threatened, earning a loud gasp from you.

"you wouldn't dare."

"oh watch me." he looked up from his switch, staring boringly at you.

akaashi

akaashi is a very observant person and a light sleeper as well.

you're very quiet and you're also good at moving around naturally as if you were actually asleep.

but what you didn't know was that akaashi managed to be familiarized with your breathing pattern when you're asleep.

and that's how he easily figured out that you've been staying up late.

you lay on your side most of the time. making sure to have your back facing him to hide your phone.

but you ain't that slick <3

akaashi sat and reached for your phone, snatching it away from you.

you quickly turned around. "keiji! oh uh you're awake" you laugh awkwardly.

"good observation, y/n. now, care to tell me why you haven't slept yet?"

"why would i? it's so early." you complained.

"it's 6 am." he sighed.

your mouth formed an 'o' before trying to think of an excuse, "i took a nap this afternoon..?" you unsurely replied but he wasn't buying it and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"you did not. it would have been fine if you stay up until 2 am but not THIS late."

you echoed his words mockingly before sitting up, "i'll fix my sleeping schedule tomorrow. give me my phoneeee!"

you reached out for it but he only raised his arm up.

"i hate tall people." you whispered before trying to stand up on the bed but akaashi was quick enough to open the drawer beside the bed and put your phone inside.

"sleep." he said before laying back down and you had no choice but to comply.

"cuddle me. i can't sleep." you poked his cheeks but he didn't budge.

"oh? i don't know, y/n. maybe if you slept early then we could be cuddling right now."

you blinked in disbelief and scoffed, "i hate you."

i think we all know that's a lie.

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hqbaby · 2 years

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ACT TWO — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — AKAASHI KEIJI X READER

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WORD COUNT! 3.5k » CONTENT! profanity, implied manipulative relationship, ooc oikawa

Akaashi takes his new job surprisingly well; if “well” means he’s done nothing for the past week but stay up all night reworking the script because he fears his gag reflexes will give out if he has to hear another person read the words he’s written out loud.

Then, yes, he’s taking it very well.

His routine has changed drastically from what it used to be. When he was unemployed (or “waiting for the perfect better opportunity” as Kuroo always said to make his friend feel better), he didn’t live by a schedule. He would get up at around ten o’clock, eat whatever he could get his hands on, sit at his desk all day writing away, and try to survive in the minutes in between.

Now, he has to plan his days down to the second: get up early, have a proper breakfast, get ready for work, take the subway, and be at rehearsals ten minutes before they start.

If he doesn’t do that? Well, let’s just say Hanamaki doesn’t make his life any easier.

In spite of it all being very different from what he’s used to, Akaashi actually likes the way his new life is going. It’s tiring and repetitive but it suits him more than his erratic routine used to be.

It’s nice having stability after years of living on the edge—and not a very good edge at that.

His new life also has something else he’s never had before: you.

Over lunch every day, you talk to him about the play. It doesn’t take him long to realize that you’re more than interested in it—you’re devoted to it. You’re looking for something in his words and he doesn’t know what it is. And he knows that you haven’t a clue what it is either.

“Why does she end up with the farmer?” you ask him one day as the two of you stuff yourselves full of ramen.

Akaashi turns to you with a raised brow. “Who?”

“Yua. My character,” you tell him. “I know it’s just a story, but it’s all too ‘happily ever after’ for her to end up with him, isn’t it?”

“You don’t like ‘happily ever afters?’” he asks.

You ponder for a moment. “I like realism, I suppose,” you say. “But that probably doesn’t fit in a love story, does it?”

“If we’re going by the logic that being sad is the same as being realistic, then Romeo and Juliet had a pretty realistic ending,” Akaashi tells you, taking a swig of his water. “I don't know. I guess I wanted to write something simple.”

“Because this isn’t your real story, right?” you catch the noodles between your chopsticks. “You just wrote it to pay the bills.”

Akaashi nods. “Yup.”

You accept his answer and happily finish your meal, talking about Bokuto’s acting and your on-stage chemistry with Iwaizumi. Your lunches last less than an hour and Akaashi always walks away from them not really knowing much more about you.

It’s all business talk with you, always about the play or the cast or the crew. You tease him, sure, and you try your darndest to fluster him and prod him to answer your questions, but you always return to the play.

It’s strange but Akaashi doesn’t think twice about it. He just assumes you’re dedicated to your craft.

“Can we cut this scene out?” Hanamaki asks him as they go over the script together while the cast has their costume fittings. “Or change the dialogue between Yua and Jiro. It feels a little stiff.”

Akaashi makes a note in his copy of the script. “I’ll see what I can do,” he says.

In the middle of reading his comments out loud, Hanamaki stops and looks up. A wild smile spreads across his face.

“Oikawa! What a surprise,” he says in greeting, walking towards the man approaching them. “What brings you to my stomping grounds?”

Oikawa, just as refined as Akaashi remembers him, grins as he pulls Hanamaki in for a brief hug. “Just wanted to know you’re not wasting my money,” he says, taking a look around the room. “Where’s the cast?”

“Fittings,” Hanamaki answers. “They should be back soon. Wanna stay for the table read?”

“I’ve got nowhere else to be,” Oikawa smiles.

The cast trickles in, all of them stopping by their producer for small talk and banter before slouching back in their seats. Akaashi watches from the other side of the room as Iwaizumi approaches Oikawa with a strong sense of familiarity. Or something of the sort.

Iwaizumi punches the man’s side, Oikawa shrieks, “Iwa-chan!” and they go about their business. Akaashies supposes that “familiarity” is too mild a word for what they have.

The last one to return is you.

Unlike everyone else, you don’t even have to look Oikawa’s direction before he’s walking over to you and tucking you under his arm. Akaashi sees him whisper something into your ear and you roll your eyes playfully, a small smile on your lips.

He doesn’t know why but something in him clenches at the sight of the two of you. He passes it off as nerves from the producer being around and settles back in his seat.

“So, let me see what you’ve got,” Oikawa says after everyone is seated. He’s helped himself to the chair beside yours and has an arm slung around your shoulder. A pang of something rushes up Akaashi’s spine.

Hanamaki clears his throat. “Let’s start from the top.”

When the reading ends, people scatter once more to have their lunches and manage the rest of their days. Unlike every day before, you don’t walk up to Akaashi and drag him to lunch.

No, today, you walk out of the room hand in hand with Oikawa.

Akaashi focuses on putting his things away.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto says as he approaches Akaashi. “Wanna get some lunch?”

The writer looks at him with quizzical eyes. “You wanna have lunch with me?”

Bokuto’s grin grows wide. “I’ve wanted to ask you out to lunch for a while now,” he admits. “But Y/N’s always seemed to beat me to it.”

“Oh,” is all Akaashi can say.

“So… lunch?”

“I am starving,” Bokuta says as they take their seats. “What are you gonna have? I always get the yakiniku here, it’s the best.”

Akaashi shrugs, glancing at the menu. “I guess I’ll have that too.”

They order their food and settle in their seats, Bokuto spreading his legs wide and dangling his arms on the back of the chair and Akaashi putting his bag down and resting his hands on the table.

They probably look like an odd pair, Akaashi thinks. Complete opposites, in fact. But he doesn’t really mind.

“So, what did you used to do before the play?” Bokuto asks, saying a quick “thank you” to the server when he brings two glasses of water to the table. “I’ve never seen your plays before.”

“I wrote things,” Akaashi answers vaguely. Bokuto gives him a look as if to say that answer simply won’t do and Akaashi tries to find something better to say. “I used to write for a newspaper until it went under. Then, I sorta just… wrote whatever.”

“I take it the theater’s not really your thing,” Bokuto says.

Akaashi smiles. “You could say that,” he says. “What about you? Have you been in the theater for long?”

The other man beams, his smile dripping with pride. “Yeah!” he exclaims. “I’ve been acting for as long as I can remember. I was a really, really, really excitable kid so my folks made me act in some tiny production to quiet me down a little. I ended up loving it.”

There’s something about Bokuto that just makes everything he says feel real. Akaashi’s never been one to demand that authenticity from people, he doesn’t really care as much as he probably should, but Bokuto feels like such an open book. It’s easy for anyone to know absolutely anything about him and, if they don’t, they can probably just ask and he’ll give them an answer.

The food comes and they both tend to their meals for a while, both a little starved from the lengthy rehearsals.

“So, what’s going on with you and Y/N?” Bokuto asks, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Akaashi chokes on his food. “Me and Y/N?” his eyes are wide. “What makes you think there’s anything?”

Bokuto rolls his eyes. “Well, you’ve been going out for lunch all week,” he says. “If that isn’t something, I don’t know what is.”

It’s never really occurred to Akaashi how strange that probably looked to everyone else. Two people that are, by their knowledge, strangers walk out of rehearsals every day together. They don’t even so much as look at each other at rehearsals, only when it’s absolutely necessary, and, yet, they’re joint at the hip as soon as it ends.

“She asks me about the play,” he says, realizing how stupid that probably sounds. When Bokuto raises a brow at him, he nods. “I’m serious.”

Bokuto shrugs. “I believe you,” he says. “Y/N’s known to be a little… intense about her work. People usually forget that because they think she just gets gigs because she’s pretty and Oikawa attaches her to everything he makes, but she’s a hard worker.”

Akaashi perks up at the mention of Oikawa’s name. “What is their relationship?”

“Who? Oikawa?” Bokuto asks and Akaashi nods. “I don’t really know, honestly, but his family’s involved in all things Y/N. I don’t think anyone knows what’s up with that.”

“So, they’re not.. together?” Akaashi asks and he doesn’t really know why he’s asking. But he knows nothing about you and he feels like this is the lowest hanging fruit on the tree of Y/N information.

“Who knows?” Bokuto says. Then, he squints at Akaashi and smiles. “Why? You interested in her?”

Akaashi shakes his head. “I barely know her.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t be interested in her,” Bokuto says simply. “Maybe you should ask her about Oikawa yourself on one of you talks where you ‘only talk about the play.’”

Akaashi rolls his eyes.

“You were good today,” Oikawa tells you as you walk out of the bathroom. He’s stretched out on the bed with nothing but a pair of sweatpants on and a book in his hand, his finger slotted between pages to mark where he is. “I didn’t think you’d actually want to be in a play.”

You sit on the edge of the bed and fiddle with your fingers. “Well, you told me to do it,” you say. “So I’m doing it.”

Oikawa chuckles, you can hear him move behind you. “You make it seem like I’m forcing you.”

His breath tickles the back of your neck. You shiver. “No, you’re right, I want to do it,” you say softly. “It’s a good play.”

Akaashi is a wreck.

The night before, the stage manager, Watari, sent him a text saying that they were moving rehearsals the next day to the theater. It wasn’t a big deal until Akaashi realized that he’d never been to rehearsals in a theater.

It’s one thing to be in a practice space that’s essentially just a room and a bunch of chairs, but a theater? With all its ornate fixtures and elaborate seating? With all the curtains and all the spotlights? With the giant halls that do not lead you to the washroom you were looking for, instead forcing you to climb flights of stairs just to take a piss?

It was all a little more than he could handle.

He ended up being awake much too early and having to sustain himself with cups and cups of coffee. He nearly got off at the wrong station, so used to the routine he’d built over the past week, and could have melted at the odd looks the other passengers gave him at his conflict-stricken face. By the time he got to the theater, he was in such a state that he could barely even ask the security guard where the doors were. It’s a miracle he’s even made it on time.

The theater hall is in a frenzy. Members of the crew that Akaashi has never seen before are running all over the place, carrying props and lights and costumes to and fro. Akaashi’s just waiting for them to all trip on each other’s feet and end up in a pile of bodies in the middle of the stage. But they don’t.

As he watches the chaos unravel before him, Akaashi realizes that there’s something so practiced about the way these people move. They swerve and stop when they need to, they pick things up and put them away without prompting, they carefully avoid tripping over each other’s toes.

They’re used to this. Of course they are, Akaashi realizes. They probably do this every day.

That’s when he’s certain that he can feel himself crumble. He’s not used to this. He begins to wonder what his face will look like in the casket after he’s been trampled on by dozens of feet and kicked to the side. Maybe his mother will spare him and hold a closed-casket funeral to leave him his last shred of dignity. Or maybe not. She always did think her son looked nice even when he so obviously did not.

A hand catches his arm and pulls him out of his nightmarish reverie.

“You good?” you ask, offering him a reassuring smile.

He looks at you and nods slowly. “Yeah,” he says. “Just a little new to this whole theater thing.”

“Me too,” you tell him, dragging him along to where the rest of the cast is sitting. “I haven’t done a theater production before.”

At least that’s something. He’s not completely alone.

In spite of the new setting and the additional background noise of the crew getting the place ready, rehearsals are pretty much the same. The only difference is that you’re on a stage now and there’s much more moving involved than there was before.

A lot of moving, in fact. Akaashi isn’t quite used to it. You would think that, as a writer, he wouldn’t have to be walking around as much; it seems like more of an actor’s job to be doing all that. But, as Hanamaki points out repeatedly, it’s a new play and it’s never been performed before. Their performance will be the blueprint for any future productions and, as a director, he wants to bring the writer’s complete vision to life.

All of that is basically bullshit code for, “Akaashi will not sit all day and will practically have to perform a one-man production of his play while the actors take notes.”

Akaashi really wishes he could still blame Kuroo for all this but every moment after pitching his script is pretty much his fault at this point. Damn his writing abilities.

“Try holding her hand,” Hanamaki says, script in one hand and the other pointing at Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi takes your hand in his and turns back to the director. “Like this?”

Hanamaki shakes his head. “No,” he says, frowning. “Akaashi! What the fuck is this supposed to mean?”

Akaashi essentially drags himself to Hanamaki, the concept of his legs being viable after today long gone. “What?” he asks. If he used to be afraid of Hanamaki, he obviously isn’t anymore.

The director points at the script. “‘He touches her,’” he reads the stage directions out loud. “Like how does he touch her exactly?”

“He touches her,” Akaashi says and, when Hanamaki narrows his eyes at him, he slumps. “How do you want me to elaborate?”

“Demonstrate it,” Hanamaki tells him. “Try it with Y/N.”

Akaashi doesn’t think much of it. Iwaizumi stands to the side and you resume your initial pose, your character supposedly turning away from the leading man.

The writer, mind now running purely on the single Pocky stick Bokuto snuck him a few minutes ago before Hanamaki yelled at them for eating on stage, stands behind you. He reaches an arm around your waist and places his other hand on your shoulder. It’s at the moment that it starts to hit him that you’re both awfully close.

“Act out the next few lines,” Hanamaki tells him. “I wanna see it play out.”

Knowing the scene like the back of his hand after editing it several times just a few nights ago, Akaashi gently guides you to turn around and look at him just as the script says. You turn towards him, his arm still secured around your waist. You look into his eyes.

“Please stay,” Akaashi says, reciting Jiro’s lines. “You can’t leave me.”

You look down at where his hands meet the fabric of your dress.

He can feel something change in your demeanor, he notices something in you that he’s never seen before—when you’re talking over lunch or when you’re acting as your character. There’s something different about the you he’s seeing now, he just knows it.

It’s like you’re more vulnerable, more yourself than you’ve ever been.

You finally meet his gaze again, the saddest of smiles on your lips. “I can’t,” you say. “We need to end this.”

You both stop for just a beat—but in that beat you both feel something shift. Akaashi becomes overly aware of his arm wrapped around your waist and he can feel his heart skip. You, on the other hand, soften. Your eyes are struck with a sudden realization, then they melt. You look like you’re about to cry.

It feels like you’ve turned entirely into your characters. Akaashi’s become the lowly son of a sheep farmer in some generic medieval kingdom and you’ve become the daughter of a duke that he’s madly in love with. You feel exactly as your characters are meant to feel in that moment, heartbroken and grieving over the fact that they’re about to part ways with the one they love most.

But it’s not only that. A sliver of Akaashi, the real Akaashi seems to touch the faintest sliver of you, the real you. You feel all at once filled with absolute joy and complete terror, the vulnerability of the silence between you bringing you closer together.

Akaashi almost laughs. Maybe this is what you meant when you said there was something in his words, wasn’t it? Something perfectly flawed in all the right places—because, his words, as stupid as he thinks they are, have led to a moment like this: you in his arms, two completely different people and yet completely one and the same.

For the briefest of moments, you know each other entirely. You both stay motionless, as if you’re waiting for the moment to end.

But it doesn’t.

Not when Hanamaki yells, “Cut!”

Not when Akaashi finally drops his arms to his sides.

Not when rehearsals wrap up for the day.

It doesn’t end at all. The moment just keeps running across time, shattering you both as you silently make your way to lunch together.

It’s only after you’ve finished your food, in complete silence, and walked out of the café, still in complete silence, that you decide to say something about it.

“What was that?” you ask, the two of you stopping on the sidewalk.

Akaashi looks at the ground. “What was what?”

“That,” you say, irritated. “That weird thing that happened at rehearsals.”

He doesn’t know if he should play dumb, just pretend it never happened and move on. But he can’t really do that when you’re looking at him with the most annoyed expression on your face.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “It was weird, wasn’t it?”

You scoff. “Weird?” you ask. “It was a mindfuck!”

Akaashi purses his lips. “We were both tired and we were in the zone,” he says. “We probably got too engrossed in the work. That happens sometimes.”

You shake your head. “No,” you tell him. “It was more than that.”

He watches as you sit down on a bench and stare at your hands. The pissed-off expression on your face has worn off into a weary look rubbing at the corners of your eyes.

He sits down beside you. “Well…” he says, his tone teasing. “It’s either that or we just fell in love.”

You let out a laugh, not the soft laugh he’s used to hearing from you but a laugh coming from deep within you and pushing past your lungs. “Well, that’s not it,” you tell him.

Akaashi hums. “Probably not.”

You look at him and sigh. “Sorry for being weird and taking you out to lunch every day just to talk about work,” you say. “I get stuck in my head when I need to act. I guess I just want to make sure everything’s perfect.”

“It’s fine,” Akaashi says. “I figured as much.”

You stand up and put your hands on your hips, beaming at him. “Will you go on a date with me?”

He chuckles. “What?”

“A date,” you say. “You know, dinner and a movie or whatever.”

“But why?”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t know if you experienced the same spiritual moment I did earlier but,” you tilt your head to the side. “I’m pretty sure it means we’re supposed to at least go out on a date.”

Akaashi smiles. How could he say no?

AUTHOR’S NOTES! idk if ya'll noticed how i was projecting myself onto akaashi dealing with being in a theater production for the first time but i totally was. i also just love writing his character in this series :< kinda sad that's all gonna go downhill from here </3

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keisurou · 3 years

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build it up

(ft. koutarou bokuto)

minors dni.

wc: 3.2k

Warnings: semi-public sex (in the locker room?), doggy style, mirror sex, mutual masturbation, blowjob, atsumu x kiyoomi ship, atsumu being a lil’ shit and drilling ideas into bo’s head, not edited.

So my friends and I were fangirling discussing and apparently personality-wise, I’m basically a mix of Akaashi and Kenma, and it kinda makes sense because my top two comfort characters are Kuroo and Bokuto. Anyways, this is just a lil’ thing I wanted to try out, and again, this is not edited (i did edit it, and then my laptop just DIED so now its all gone. *sobs*) - does anyone want to be a beta-reader?? Because I literally went on a road trip with my family and just typed this in the car the entire time while my brothers screamed nonsense bs next to me. Hmu if you’re actually interested :)

“Babe,” Bokuto murmurs into your neck, drawing out the word, his hair still damp and smoothed down from his shower not too long ago. You’re trying to focus on the pile of research assignments in front of you, but the way your fiance is rubbing circles on your back has you rereading the same sentence multiple times. “I heard something I wanna try,”

“Hmm?” You hum noncommittally, encouraging him to continue, but you don’t look away from the papers. He frowns, frustration clawing at his belly and lets out a small grunt as he paws at your thighs exposed by your silk pyjamas. When he doesn’t speak, you turn to him and run your fingers through his damp locks before ruffling them slightly. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you tired? You have practice tomorrow morning, don’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, his gaze locked on your lips and the way your tongue peeks out ever so slightly to wet your bottom lip only for a second. Bokuto has been strung tight lately; he had just returned from a training camp after being away from you for an entire week. He had been so excited to come home to you; he missed your smiles, your soft agreements, the way you came apart and lost yourself under his touch. But instead, he came home to you fully decked out in your ‘no sex’ gear. That’s right, from the ten piles of papers you had to mark, and a brand new box of red felt tips, you were ready for five days of no sleep, no fun, and absolutely nothing frisky with Bokuto. Needless to say, he almost cried when he first stepped into the apartment.

But now, with only ten research papers left, you were practically finished. “Babe, let’s cuddle tonight,” You give him a look, and he deflates only a little before quickly adding, “I’ll be good, I swear,”

“Kou-kun,” you lean in and give him a soft peck on the cheek, and he’s so touch starved that he sits motionless, absorbing the way your lips brush against his skin for as long as he can. “You’re always good.” You move away, and he quickly grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers together. “But if I finish up here today, I won’t be able to see you play tomorrow,”

He’s silent as he contemplates this and then promptly hooks a hand around your waist and pulls you to him. His lips slant over yours, and it only takes you a second to melt into the kiss, hands flying to the hem of his t-shirt to drag him closer. Your lips are warm, and he can taste the sweetness of cherries from the dizzying brush of your tongue. He leans back against the sofa, and you clamber onto his lap, your softness meeting the hard planes of his body as you kiss along the smooth column of his neck. There is nothing sexier than the way you press a kiss before nibbling along his jaw, and his hands automatically find their way under your sleep shirt to squeeze at a naked breast.

You let out a strangled moan and immediately press your body to his chest, halting his movements. Bokuto’s eyes widen as he tentatively brushes a thumb on the underside of your breast, only for you to shudder. “Koutarou, wait,” you pant softly, grabbing at his arm to pull it from your chest. “I’m really sensitive today, and it hurts if you squeeze too roughly,”

“Why?”

“I’m on my period,” you say simply, and he blurts out the first thing that pops into his head.

“So, no sex?”

You shake your head, and his erection throbs painfully in his shorts as it strains against the material, somehow understanding the situation but not exactly cooperating. You get up to clear the table, and when you stretch, he can clearly see the way your nipples poke through the flimsy fabric, almost as if begging for his attention. He’s up, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in the scent of your hair. “Can I massage them?”

You pause, and when you don’t respond for a few seconds, he cups one breast through the shirt, palming it softly until you melt under his touch. “O-Okay, but no sex,”

He murmurs out a thank you, his golden eyes sparkling, and he’s glad you don’t question his enthusiasm. Once in the shared bedroom, he strips your shirt off your body watches with hooded eyes as you crawl over to join him at the centre of the bed.

His fingers brush against a peaked nipple before slowly pushing down on the nub, and you let out a soft whine before cupping your other breast yourself, rotating the flesh in small circles.

Bokuto briefly wonders how long it could take to make you cum just from your tits, and he turns it into a personal mission for tonight. He pulls at the free nipple, and you gasp sharply. Your reaction brings a lazy grin on his face, and he brings you to sit on top of him, the outline of his erection pressing against your ass so he can feel at least some sort of friction. He swats your hand away and pulls a nipple into the heat of his mouth, suckling the flesh softly as your thighs tremble around his waist. The first contact of his teeth against your sensitive nipple has your breath hitching deliciously as you chant his name, and he does it again, wanting to commit the sound to memory.

“K-Koutarou, please. I’m going to-”

He switches to the other breast and bites down on the nipple without warning. Your hands fly to the back of his head, pushing him closer to your chest as he soothes the abused skin with long strokes of his tongue. The way you pull at his hair sends sharp jolts of pain, and you realise that each time you tug at his locks, he puts his teeth to work.

You tug at his hair again, and he smiles as he bites down for a second. He takes satisfaction in the way you tremble and grind against him when he tugs at a hardened bud with his fingers, twisting and rolling the nub until it borders on pain and pleasure. He’s going to make you come like this even if he doesn’t get any sleep.

Minutes later, you tremble, your hands feebly pushing at Bokuto, and he leans back only slightly. He watches with wide eyes as you roll your hips, the movements unstable and shaky, almost frenzied. Your fingers squeeze at a breast and pull at the tip of the other, and you let out a breathy moan at the sharp streak of pain that quickly turns into pleasure. “K-Kou-kun. I’m s-so close. So close.” You whine out in both pleasure and frustration and reach for his hands so he can help you finish the job. “Please,”

You don’t notice the way Bokuto’s erection grows bigger from under you. He loves it when you beg for him like this, eyes glazed with lust without a care in the world except for how quickly you’ll come. It’s so intoxicating, and you look so desperate that he can’t help but want to tease you until you’re ruined. But tonight, there was no way; you wouldn’t be getting any help from him until he gets off on the image of you sobbing for his fingers and his tongue.

He watches as your eyes widen when you see him take out his cock and grip himself at the base. The tip is red and weeping, and when he smears the fluid all over the head, he’s delighted to see the way you lick your lips and lean forward, entranced. “What is it, puppy?” He purrs and grips himself at the base before moving up to the tip and coming back down again. The way your eyes follow the movement is incredibly sexy, but it’s the tremble in your lower lip that has him growing harder. “F-Fuck. Shit, you want my cock? I thought you said no sex.”

There’s a whine of frustration, and at this point, he can’t tell if it’s from you or him, but the way you rub your thighs together and tug at your nipples has him lifting his hips, craving the friction he can’t have. There are now tears in your eyes as you sniffle. For a fleeting moment, Bokuto considers sliding your underwear to the side; your period be damned, and fucking you into the mattress until the bedsheet is soaked with your tears. His cock twitches in agreement at the mental image, and a shudder goes down his spine.

Instead, he gives himself a few more rough strokes and closes his eyes, listening to your moans echo in the room before he groans, loud and low, as his release lands messily on the bedsheets.

Bokuto is restless at practice the morning after, and everyone knows this because his performance was downright terrible. On the rare occasions when he did score a point, there was no hey, hey, hey, no burst of confidence, no nothing.

There had been days on end where the team would have done anything short of murder to shut Bokuto up, but now that he had, they had no idea what to do. Well, except Atsumu, of course. The setter sauntered over, his lips stretched into a cocky smirk. “Bokkun, what are ya mopin’ about for? Did yer girlfriend leave ya all needy?”

Bokuto grumbled sourly at the blonde before promptly turning away. “I’m not moping.” And when Atsumu raises an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue, Bokuto only sighs and leans back on his elbows. Surprisingly, that’s all the setter needs to understand the situation and begins to laugh.

The entire situation is infuriatingly unfair, especially since it was, in fact, Atsumu who had drilled in the idea of having sex in semi-public places. Bokuto usually didn’t care to listen to the gossip of others much, unless it was related to volleyball or you. During the training camp, the blond setter had been describing how hot it was to do it in a semi-public place where there was a high chance of getting caught, much to Kiyoomi’s chagrin. Bokuto genuinely cannot bring himself to care because obviously sex feels good all the time, so why would doing it outside make it any different? Atsumu had just tutted when Bokuto explained this to him before asking him about you, and that definitely got his attention.

“Bokkun, do ya know what kinks yer girlfriend has?”

“She doesn’t have any,” Bokuto’s response had been immediate, and Atsumu just stared, wondering if the hyperactive male was just pulling his leg. But he wasn’t - Bokuto genuinely knew you didn’t have any because of course you would tell him as soon as you discovered one, right?

“She seriously never told ya?”

“Maybe she just doesn’t know.”

Atsumu had spluttered indignantly to his excuse, equal parts horrified and insulted that Bokuto could even think about suggesting such a thing.

Needless to say, ever since then, Bokuto has been trying to find out more of the things that make you tick in bed. He’d already found two last night, and his body was already tense, eager to find out more today. Especially since you said you’d be visiting after handing back all the papers to your students. They all wrapped up practice, with Meian giving Bokuto extra laps around the gym. By the time he had finished the required amount, Hinata and Meian were about to leave but had stopped to greet you for a few minutes. The sight of you leaning against the door, your lips pulled up into a soft smile filled him with restless energy and he took a swig of his water before making his way to you.

“Hey, hey, hey!” His voice booms, echoing off the walls and you swivel around to grin at him. There is a collective sigh of relief from the other members as they leave the court gym and he sees the way your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He practically sprints to you and pulls you into a bear hug. He knows he’s sweating and that he probably stinks, but that all takes a back seat as your arms come around to wrap around his waist as you breathe in the feel of him. “Are you feeling better?”

You nod and lean up, puckering your lips to give him a short kiss, and his heart squeezes before he leans down to meet your lips halfway. When you pull back, your face is flushed, and you lean forward to whisper in his ear. “I’m sorry about last night. I’m all better today, we can go wherever you want and do whatever you feel like,”

His golden eyes glint dangerously under the low lighting of the hall, and you immediately know that you’re in trouble. “Now?”

He can see the way your breath hitches and throat constricts as you let out a little whimper. Your voice reaches a higher octave as you whisper out a “Now?” and he suddenly wishes that he could drag you to the locker room in front of everyone. He realises with a start that Atsumu had been right all along and expects the fact to rub him the wrong way, but the thought is pushed to the back as you let out a timid nod.

That’s all he needs. He drags you into the locker room, too impatient to bother with the intricacies of the lock. Everyone had gone home anyway, so what did it even matter? As soon as he sits down, you push his thighs apart and situation yourself between them. Your hands fly to the hem of his gym shorts as you gaze up at him, and the whisper of friction that your fingers provide already has his cock swelling in his boxers.

The first contact your tongue made with his cock has him hardening even further as he sinks his fingers into your hair. He can’t take his eyes off the way your hot tongue glides up the curve of his dick before swirling around the tip and-

“Fuck. Fuck. Wait, baby-Don’t-”

You take him into your mouth, one hand softly massaging his balls, and all the protests die in his throat almost instantly. He chokes at the sight of you on your knees and your pretty, pretty mouth stretched around his fat cock. There are tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you struggle to take him in any further, and there’s nothing in the word that could make him look away. He thrusts his hips up only slightly, taking you off guard and forcing more of his length into your mouth as you gag around his size.

You make a sound at the back of your throat as you drool around his cock, and it sends waves of vibrations throughout his length. Bokuto eases out of your mouth, and the stark coldness that hits the sensitive skin has him hardening even further. “You did so good, puppy,” he pants out his praise and comes up behind you before he pushes you forward so that you’re on your hands and knees. You’re such a pretty sight that he has to stop himself from entering you straight away. “Are you comfortable, babe? Think you can take it like this?”

You nod vigorously and hold his gaze through the mirror. The head of his cock is leaking and angry, and he’s half tempted to bury himself balls deep inside you without warning. But the moment he pushes the tip inside your wet heat, you arch your back, and his hips jerked forward, craving the way your slick walls spammed around his length.

“S-Shit—” Bokuto grits out, relishing the way the unmistakable sound of your arousal squelching around his cock echoes in the locker room. “God, you’re so fucking messy- baby, I can’t—” his words end on a whine and tries to push himself further inside you, his hands going to grip your hair to wrap it around his fingers.

There’s a low guttural moan from you, and when he looks up, his gut clenches at the sight of your thoroughly fucked face. He wants to commit it all to memory - the way your tongue lolls out while your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cry out for him because he’s the only one who can make you feel like this. He pulls at your hair slightly and immediately feels you clench around him.

He does it again, harder.

Your whimpers thunder in his ears, and he leans forward until he has you completely underneath him, chest grazing the back of your shoulders as he braces his entire weight on his arm. His tongue and teeth are relentless on the flushed tips of your ear, laving the sensitive skin before nipping it harshly as he thrusts into you. “You’re such a pretty puppy, aren’t you? Fucked dumb and drooling on my cock,”

You sob at this, your words slurring. “K-Kou, s’close—” His thrusts become short and fast, reaching deeper as your walls dragging along his cock deliciously. The way you’re needy heat is sucking him in leaves him breathless, his hips stuttering with effort as he struggles to go faster and faster and—

Your walls flutter around his girth, clenching down and squeezing so tightly that he can’t help but arch his back, hands gripping your hips to bring you closer, the curve of your ass flush against his abs. He ruts into you harshly, trying to fuck you through your orgasm, and it’s the loud slapping of skin on skin that mixes perfectly with your lewd keens that have his dick spasming and finally sends him over the edge.

For a moment, all he can hear are the heavy breathing as you both try to catch your breaths, skin slick and glistening with sweat, but then his ears perk up at the telltale whisper of footsteps shuffling. Somewhere, right outside the door, a broomstick topples over something, and he swears he can hear the hushed bickering of Atsumu and Kiyoomi.

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