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[kiyokosbitch]

12:07 am

“babe,” you whine, rubbing at your eyes as you shuffle into the kitchen, your boyfriend’s shirt slipping off your shoulder just a bit. “bed. now.”

“in a minute,” akaashi hums, gaze still stuck to his work, the papers scattered across the tabletop, glasses slipping down his nose.

“nooo,” you whine again, louder, your eyes barely able to stay cracked open against the bright light of the kitchen.

you finally reach your boyfriend, leaning over the back of his chair and throwing your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck. goosebumps rise on your arms. you’re pretty sure it’s even colder in here than it is in your bedroom. you huff.

“please,” you beg, lips brushing against akaashi’s neck. but he doesn’t budge.

so, you decide to pull out the big guns.

“guess you don’t love me anymore,” you sigh, peeling yourself off of him, making sure to pout as you slowly slide away on socked feet. “i gotta sleep all alone in a big ole bed. cold. and empty. because my boyfriend doesn’t love me. are my cuddles not good enough? i guess i’ll just have to hug my pillo—“

you’re glad your back is to keiji because you can’t bite back the grin that spreads across your lips as you hear his chair scrape against the floor as he shoves himself away from the table.

“you are absolutely evil,” he states as he circles his arms around you from behind, successfully lifting your feet off the ground and carrying you down the hall, not even bothering to turn the kitchen lights off.

you can’t suppress the giggles as akaashi kisses up your jaw and cheek, whispering how menacing you are, completely sinister, truly.

he doesn’t stop even as he plops you on the bed, grinning down at you as your fingers reach up to clumsily undo the buttons on his shirt and slip off his glasses, discarding them to the floor and bedside table respectively.

akaashi crawls into bed right after you, lips reattaching to your neck, occasionally biting at it just to hear you giggle again as you swat him away. it doesn’t take long for him to settle down though, cheek pressed to your collarbone and one hand under your—well his, actually—shirt to rest on your waist.

he’s snoring softly against your chest in under five minutes, and you chuckle as you carefully lean over to turn the bedroom lamp off.

you might be evil, but if that’s what it takes to get your lover in bed at a decent hour of the night then so be it. (and the cuddles are definitely a bonus, too).

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[kiyokosbitch]

Now what the fuck is this 🙂

[kiyokosbitch]

can i request bokuto and/or kuroo headcannon with a fem s/o who’s a famous actress? Like she’s been in really popular shows and movies and is known all around the world. They get a copy of a movie she’s in early and decide to watch it at home together. As the movie goes on, her and the male-lead have an explicit moment and they get jealous? Hope this isn’t too complicated!💗

Ship: Tetsurō Kuroo I Kōtarō Bokuto x fem!reader (She/her) !separately!

Warnings: Suggestive content and a lot of mentions of sex. I made Bokuto sad. Semi-nsfw.

Author's note: Some of these lines could be straight out of an otome game istg I've been on Love 365 too much and I'm slowly relapsing. So if some lines of dialogue seem cheesy, ya'll know why. Enjoy tho!

Kuroo & Bokuto with a famous actress S/O ft: Getting jealous

✰ 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜 ✰

When Kuroo tells his co-workers that you’re his girlfriend, they kind of just laugh at him.

They’re like, “Yeah. Keep dreaming.” You’re a world renown actress and your supposedly with a normal office worker? Yeah right.

And then they find out that you’re actually his partner. He will brag about you all day if you give him the chance.

“How did someone like her, end up with you?” People always ask him.

“I ask myself the same thing.”

You’d been away, filming a movie for a few weeks in a different country and that was the last scene.

Kuroo had been missing you like crazy but you updated him on everything.

Everything except… the sex scene.

When you received a copy of the movie early, Kuroo wanted to watch it immediately.

You wanted to put it off as long as you could but there you were, sitting on the couch under a blanket in front of the TV screen.

It was mainly an action movie with a romance on the side but then the main characters get married in the end and end up having sex on their honeymoon.

You’d done scenes like this before but that was pre-Kuroo and you didn’t care about them. It was loveless sex and you had no emotional attachments to your co-workers.

You assumed Kuroo knew that, he was a smart boy.

He should know it takes you awhile to be vulnerable with someone but there was also the possibility that he might've gotten mad for not turning down the role.

My girlfriend is such a badass. He sighed in delight as he watched you kill it during the fights.

When the last scene was on, you tried to escape by getting some food from the kitchen but Kuroo made you sit your ass down.

I should’ve gone to the bathroom instead… you groaned internally.

The guy pushed you down on the bed and started taking off his clothes and Kuroo’s eyes got big.

He knew what was coming and when the guy kissed you, his face instantly dropped. He had his arms crossed and you could see his fists clench.

You tried to avoid contact with him as much as possible but Kuroo kept looking between you and the screen.

”Did you enjoy it?” He asked.

”Filming the movie? Yeah the crew was very nice…“ You knew what he meant but it was just so awkward explaining that to him.

“I mean, did you enjoy the sex?”

”You’re insane. We barely even touched each other and-“

”Yes or no (Name)?”

“No. No I didn’t.“

Kuroo shrugged and acted nonchalantly.

“Are you jealous?” You slid up to his side and rested your chin on his shoulders.

”Kind of..." He admitted.

"You know I have no feelings for him. You're the only man I want. If you want, I'll stop doing those scenes. Can I make it up to you?"

He knew it was part of your job. But he mainly wanted a reason for you to offer sex to him. You were busy these past few months and there wasn't much time for that.

Now that he finally got you alone and at a good time, he really needed to release his pent up sexual frustration.

You were led into the bedroom and he trapped you underneath him.

"I'll make sure you enjoy tonight." Kuroo looked you in the eyes as he slid down your body.

✰ 𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑜 ✰

Now it was no surprise to the public when you announced your relationship with Boktuo.

You were known for thirsting over him and you finally got to go on a date with him.

He loves you. A lot. There's no doubt about that and you also feel the same about him.

So you got to watch an early copy of the newest movie you were starring in with a very well-known actor.

This guy was known for dating his co-stars and he was very handsome.

Of course, Bokuto knows you aren't going to cheat but he can't help that little voice in the back of his head saying, "You sure she wants to stay with you?"

Whenever filming is done you had interviews and all that to do.

And your poor boyfriend was feeling lonely.

It didn't help the growing worry of you leaving him for the other man. You had amazing on screen chemistry with him.

I just imagine Bokuto's hair deflating when he sees you getting along with him during interviews, sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around his head with a sad face.

Poor guy just gets so insecure. My mans needs some reassurance!

Anyways, when you finally get to spend time with him, you're at his side 24/7. This man begs you to come to his practices regardless if you're suppose to be there or not.

His team is thankful when he gets back to his usual bubbly self.

One day after practice, he's greeted by you holding a copy of your newest movie in hand.

"Date night?" You grinned, waving it around.

He hops in the shower and then comes back out and jumps into your lap. You don't know how long he was actually in there, or if he even got in at all.

The movie was a romance and you were in an arranged marriage, trying to get through life with a smile. Then somewhere along the way, you fell into an affair with your boss.

"You look so pretty in this scene." Bokuto complimented, pointing at the screen like a little boy at a toy commercial.

Bokuto's smile faltered towards the middle of the movie when the male lead unbuttoned your blouse.

The way your eyes looked up at his face so seductively, Bokuto wanted to throw up while admiring how sexy you looked.

"Hey (Name)! You still want me, right?" His pent up anxiety finally snapped and he grabbed your shoulders, shaking you back and forth.

"What?" You startled, "What on Earth do you mean by that?"

He pointed to the screen again when you were on top of the other actor and kissing his neck.

You started laughing and shaking your head. You paused the movie and held his face. "'Course I do. He's just a co-worker and friend. Nothing more. Do you know how long it took me to find the courage to ask you out?"

Bokuto pouted as if he didn't believe you.

"I'm in love with you, not him. Don't ever doubt that. You're sweet and lovable, and reliable. Everything he isn't."

Slowly, his pout turned into a cheesy grin. "Aw okay. I'm sorry for doubting you. I want to watch the rest of the movie. But can you skip through the sex?"

You happily obliged now that you got your Bokuto back.

Later that evening when you were coming to bed, instead of getting in on your side, you straddled his waist that barely held up his sweatpants.

"You up for a few rounds tonight?" You asked.

His face lit up as he rapidly nodded his head.

"By the time I'm done with you, you should know how much I appreciate my good boy." You leaned down and whispered in his ear, gliding your nails along his collarbone.

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[kiyokosbitch]

how he’d react: his childhood bedroom

characters -> atsumu, kenma, kuroo

synopsis: you visit his childhood bedroom for the first time and he has an embarrassing secret!

★ Atsumu

You’ve been invited to the Miya’s for dinner and it went great!

Atsumu had gone to the bathroom and promised a tour of the house once he came back, but you wanted to venture a bit on your own. Your first destination: his bedroom. You know he shared a bedroom with his brother, but you could easily tell whose side is whose.

The bedroom was nicely cleaned up by their mom, but the cleanliness didn’t stop their personality showing through. Above the bed, Atsumu’s side has magazine posters taped to the wall of different attractive women in bikinis sitting on motorcycles.

You move in deeper into the room, but you’re shoved to the side by a worried Atsumu, “Wait! Don’t look!” He scampers to the posters and peels them off only being successful with one before he makes a small rip in another. He gasps, “Lola! No!”

Lola, a blonde with double Ds, now has half a head.

“Quick, grab some tape from the drawer!” Atsumu traces her figure as he rushes you to help. You roll your eyes, but do as asked. Once he’s finished, you both sit on his flannel covered bed silently.

“So... Lola?” You tease.

He puckers his lips, “She’s just a friend.”

★ Kenma

Kenma’s parents decide to move out of his childhood home, but asks him to come pick up anything from his room that he still wants. He was tempted to donate it all, but you insist he needs to check it out as there must have been memories he treasures. He doubted it, but he agrees and you come along to help move boxes as well.

Going into his old home, with empty rooms, you expect him to be a little sad, but Kenma looks unfazed. He leads you to his closed door before be turns to you with a bashful glance, “Uh, it might be a little messy,” he warns.

“Kenma, you were a teenage boy, I expect it to be messy,” you laugh.

He nods with uncertainty, then opens the door to reveal the floor completely covered in soda bottles and chip bags.

You both stare at the mess for a moment, before you sigh, “I’ll get the broom.”

★ Kuroo

“Don’t worry, your room is all cleaned up, and I put on fresh sheets,” Tetsu’s mom winks before leaving the two of you outside his bedroom.

You’re visiting for Testu’s cousin’s wedding, and the Kuroo’s graciously offered their home rather than staying at an expensive hotel.

Tetsu rubs the back of his neck, “Shall we?” He opens the door and lets you in first. Inside is clean and pretty typical of a teenage boy’s room. You can’t help but laugh when you turn and see a shelf full of different lego figurines including Star Wars’ R2D2.

“Didn’t know you were such a big Star Wars fan,” you turn around to face Tetsu’s flushed face.

“I wasn’t that big of fan,” he deflects, hugging you to his side, “come on, it’s been a long drive, let’s go to bed.”

After changing, the both of you climb into bed. You’re adjusting the pillows when you feel something underneath. You lift the pillow up and see something you know you have to share with your boyfriend.

Tetsu is on his phone when the sound of paper distracts him and he looks up to see you holding a Princess Leia poster in her classic golden bikini, “Not a big fan, huh?”

Tetsu bolts upright and snags it from you.

Below them, they can hear a faint cackling of his mother: the one who changed the sheets, but kept her son’s treasured item right where he left it.

[kiyokosbitch]

flustered

⇝ what flusters them the most.

⇝ here we have ⇢ k. kenma ;; b. koutarou ;; k. shinsuke !

⇝ no warnings ! gender neutral reader ! part two coming soon !

⌇ 𝐊. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 ⇢

he can’t stand eye contact. i’m not saying he dislikes it, no ! of course not ! it just flusters him to no end. especially with you. just the way your eyes sparkle, the way you look at him, it draws him in. he only looks away when he realizes he’s zoned out. you’d probably catch a soft shade of red on his cheeks, and by then he’s picking at his nails or playing with his food ; it’s adorable.

⌇ 𝐁. 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 ⇢

he likes comparing his hand to yours ; and although it isn’t a shy kind of fluster, you can tell that each and every time you press your hand against his, it does fluster him. the way he smiles and giggles whenever he sees the difference, big or small, makes butterflies erupt in your stomach ; and it’s the same for him. maybe, in the right lighting, you’d catch a small blush on his cheeks.

⌇ 𝐊. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 ⇢

he likes it when you touch his hair ; he can’t fight the warming of his cheeks, though, especially when he feels you touch his two-toned hair for the first time. he finds the gesture so intimate. he’s not the best at hiding it, either ; every time you rake your fingers through his hair, running your nails along his scalp, a sweet, goofy chuckle slips past his lips ; you can’t help but smile.

a/n ;; hi . i feel like i've seen this somewhere else but i also have no idea if i've seen it somewhere else hhngfdmn please lmk if anyone else has done this bcz i can't . remember cries okay enjoy !

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[kiyokosbitch]

Loser!kuro? Never heard of it. Interesting... mind elaborating on it? 👀

i just want to make him cry :(

words: 340

cw: fem!reader, bully!reader, college au, name-calling, sexting, manipulation, minors dni

ugh just imagine kuroo who’s captain of the uni’s volleyball team and an honor student who’s too scared to talk to girl’s bc all he ever wants to talk about is fucking science like a nerrrrrrrd

enter: you—the resident bitch on campus who’s got a bad attitude to everyone they interact with. you’re gorgeous and you know it, not above using your looks to get the attention you want

you’re always tormenting kuroo because he’s such easy pickings and he’s too nervous to fight back. not to mention kuroo’s always eager to please you. you might want attention from everyone else but kuroo just wants it from you

he’ll do your homework for you, get notes from your professors if you missed skipped class. he doesn’t even care that you push him around or call him mean names, if anything it means you’re paying attention to him :’)

in return for doing all these nice things for you, kuroo gets to eat you out. big boy goes feral when he gets a taste of your sweet cunt :( he loves hearing how whiney you get when his head is between your thighs even if you’re calling him a “fucking loser” for getting off on it

you’ll never admit (maybe you aren’t even aware of it) how much you want kuroo around all the time. someone to dump all your anger on and get you off when you’re bored or horny. maybe if you’re feeling nice, you’ll stroke his dick while he’s writing a paper for you.

when he gets busy with school or practice, you’ll send him nudes to have him crawling back to your dorm ready to get one of your tits in his mouth bc he misses you so much (and you’re calling him a pervert the entire time like you didn’t cause this situation)

he’s off limits to literally any other girl—some bitch tries to flirt with him at a party, you’re spilling your drink on them and sucking his dick in the next room while she cries 😌

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[kiyokosbitch]

PILLOW TALK

character/s: terushima yuuji x f!reader

genre/s: fluff

warning/s: none

gwen’s notes 🤍: HELLO I COULDN’T FALL ASLEEP EARLIER AND CONJURED UP THIS WHOLE THING and decided i would base the teru smau i’ve been meaning to make off of this i was originally going to make it longer but i need to leave deets for the smau :))

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you have trouble falling asleep at night and terushima has a terrible habit of staying up late. the two of you are worlds apart in all the ways that matter yet when the sun succumbs to the moon and the sky is engulfed in darkness, when the constant buzzing of every crowded corner dies down and the ruthless city comes to a standstill, you find that your realities warp into one.

it’s been a week since you last heard from your class partner, a whole week. you just had to run late that otherwise mundane tuesday morning, if only your professor hadn’t decided to start assigning pairs for a project worth half of the entire semester’s grade, you wouldn’t find yourself in this predicament.

you stare blankly at your laptop, the white negative space in the google document you’re supposed to be working on with terushima mocks you in a glaring light against the pitch-black darkness of your dorm. eyes flick to the bottom right-hand corner and the clock reads 3:47 am, you sigh before pushing yourself up the mattress into a sitting position.

you’re not going to fall asleep anytime soon, might as well start working on terushima’s part if you want to have at least somethingto present to your professor for initial consultation. a second cursor appears out of thin air and starts navigating through the document. you frown, blinking a few times to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. sure enough, a tiny flag pops above the cursor spelling out his name.

he moves his cursor right above yours, pausing briefly before it starts typing out “What are you doing still awake, pretty? >:)”. you scoff in disbelief at his childishness and weirdly enough at his correct use of commas even as he’s flirting. through google docs.

“What do you think, asshat. I was going to start your parts because you ghosted me,” you type away furiously, biting your lip as you watch him conjure up a reply.

“I wasn’t ghosting you! I drafted all my parts in the past week.”

“Yeah right, you liar.”

seconds pass and the little yellow cursor you’re talking to, like an avatar on some virtual game, disappears. you roll your eyes and chuckle bitterly almost too soon, confirming your own suspicions. but he pops back up and starts pasting all this parts on the blank spaces while your mouth falls agape.

“I think you owe me an apology for even doubting me in the first place,” he notes at the bottom.

“Whatever. A head’s up would have been nice, Terushima.”

“It’s not like I have your number or something ;)”

you close in on yourself, sinking deeper into the oversized hoodie you’re wearing. you frown at the screen but you’re all too self-aware of the ache and warmth that creeps up your cheeks the longer you stare at the message. you swear your heart leaps when you see his cursor start moving again before you could even reply.

“I remember your roommate, you’re in the west wing, right?”

“What, why?” you almost jump through the screen, heart beating rapidly.

“I’m coming over so we can talk about the project.”

“Like hell you are! Why do you even know where my dorm is?”

“I have my sources. Besides it’s more productive if we work on it together. :)”

you groan in frustration, falling back onto your bed. you gently toss your laptop to the side and reach for a pillow, stuffing your face and screaming into it. true to his word, there are three faint knocks at the door after a few minutes. you begrudgingly peep through the hole, hoping it’s just your roommate coming back from a hookup. you squeeze your eyes shut, forehead resting against the door with a dull thud when you see Terushima with his plain black shirt and grey sweats, unkempt blonde hair with streaks of a rich brown shade at the roots, one hand holding a bag of stuff, the other typing away at his phone.

you poke your head out through a small opening you make, whisper-yelling, “get out of here!”

he simply grins and pushes past you, sauntering into the dorm like he owns the place. he plops the bag of what you assumed to be convenience store junk food onto your desk and drags a chair from across the room, placing it next to your own seat. he sits and stretches his arms above his head while you stand dumbfounded at the doorway.

“oh your roomie’s not here. classic, she’s out with a bumble hookup i bet.”

you cautiously pad back into the dorm’s short and narrow hallway after you lock the door haphazardly, an incredulous frown directed at terushima but he ultimately ignores you as he and hauls a laptop out of his backpack, prying it open on top of his lap.

you eventually settle onto the chair beside him, working on your own parts of the project. more accurately, busying yourself by constantly revising, typing, and erasing sentences back and forth to avoid any awkward interactions. you almost jolt out of your own skin when you feel his fingers dance around the curve of your back as you’re hunched over your desk. you snap your head sideways, throwing him a sharp glare, but you find that he’s all too lost in the reading, eyes glued to his own screen with no hint of mischievousness or ulterior motives. your features soften as you notice the pout on his lips.

a shaky breath leaves past your lips. you decide against pointing it out in favor of not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how much he flusters you. your eyelids eventually start feeling heavy from the soothing feel of terushima’s fingers gently drawing circles on your back.

he turns to you as you stifle a yawn, quickly glancing at the time. “hey, you should probably get some sleep. i’ll finish up soon.”

“no, it’s fine. i can’t sleep anyway even if i tried,” you shake your head.

“are you not tired?”

“i am, but i can’t fall asleep. is that so hard to understand, terushima?”

he chuckles at your attitude but doesn’t say anything. instead, he straightens up his posture, pushes your head onto his shoulder in a languid motion and you find yourself freezing up upon his touch. you sneak a glance up at him through your lashes, still, he doesn’t look smug or all too proud of himself. he wears a casual expression and goes right back to shuffling through the tabs on his laptop.

maybe that’s the reason why you find yourself unconsciously snuggling up to his side. his steady breathing and his absentminded touches, quite surprisingly, ushers you to peaceful sleep. a thought crosses your mind right before you fall asleep; he makes you feel like you’ve known each other longand well enough to be acting like this. you try to tell yourself he just acts the same with everyone else.

when you find yourself safely tucked in your bed the next day, your stuff neatly put away on your desk, and feeling well rested for the first time in weeks, your heart fights to convince you otherwise.

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[kiyokosbitch]

you bring up one of his insecurities during a fight

pairing: gn!reader x kōtarō bokuto

warnings: y/n is kind of a biotch ngl lol but hurt to comfort yktv

it’s been thirty nine minutes.

thirty nine minutes since you got off work, thirty nine minutes of clinging to the rough plaster wall of your workplace as you attempt to shelter yourself from the onslaught of rain, and thirty nine minutes of pure anger bubbling up in your chest.

bokuto was supposed to be here thirty nine minutes ago to pick you up, but the parking lot in front of you is empty, aside from your reflection that occupies the puddle forming next to you on the pavement.

a total of forty seven minutes pass before you see a familiar black sports car roll up in front of you, slick with rain as the muffled sound of music hums from within. the purr of the engine is loud as you approach the passenger door, a sound that would usually make your ears perk up, but one that only adds to your anger right now.

“i’m so sorry baby! i thought it was tomorrow that i had to pick you up, and so i drove atsumu home after practice and — ” he’s babbling as soon as you open the door, bright eyes flitting between the dark clouds and you as you settle into the seat next to him.

“let’s just go home, okay? how was work?” his voice is playful and teasing, but still woven with love and affection as he beams at you, waiting. it was an almost impossible task, staying mad at him, but you’ve had forty seven minutes to sit — stand rather — and dwell on this, so you were sure going to give it your best try.

the ride home is completely silent, aside from the overplayed songs on the radio that do nothing to improve your mood. you can feel him giving you side glances, but he doesn’t dare let another word escape him. he messed up — this much he knows, but it was just an honest mistake, right?

wrong. that’s not how you saw it at all, and maybe it was the way your boss yelled at you this morning, maybe it was the way he looked so disgustingly warm and dry sitting next to you, or maybe it was the forty seven minutes of pent up rage. whatever it was, it wasn’t sitting well.

and because you’d never been great at housing your emotions, the moment you set foot through the front door, the words are tumbling past your lips. the same lips that always told bokuto how amazing he was.

“i can’t believe you forgot about me! i reminded you countless times this morning, and last night that you had to pick me up kōtarō!” your voice is laced with an unfamiliar venom, and the foreign sound of his full name on your tongue makes his stomach turn.

his eyes grow wide as he attempts to sputter out a response, but you don’t give him the chance, the feeling of your rain soaked clothes clinging to your skin a reminder of just how upset you are. and in your fit of rage, you deliver a fatal blow.

“god how can you be so stupid all the time? you can’t even do a simple task!” the words come out like a poison, hot and seething with hate. and now all you can do is watch as his face contorts into something alien; a look that you’ve never seen before nor do you ever want to see again.

bokuto is not oblivious. he knows what people think of him, and he hears what people say. stupid, dumb, a moron, an idiot. sometimes they’ll humour him and go the “nice” route with things like slow, or simple, but all these words feed into his belief that he is in fact, unintelligent.

and what might be a petty immature insult to some is something that bokuto has been told his whole life, by everyone except for you. but was he really that stupid? did he really come off as nothing but an airhead?

“kou i — ” your voice is small as it slips between your lips, and you question if it was even audible at all. but just as your about to gush out your apology, bokuto beats you to it.

“i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to forget about you i just, wasn’t thinking. i don’t know how i manage to be this stupid all the time either.” he tacks a chuckle onto the end of his sentence, but his persona falters as you catch a glimpse of the tears that gather in his eyes, begging to be let loose.

it’s a gut wrenching sight to say the least, watching him try to smile and laugh it off despite the obvious shake of his voice and the fresh wet trails that form on his cheeks. but that’s just one more thing that bokuto is known for; never being unhappy.

“no i’m sorry kou, don’t apologize. you know i don’t think that of you, right?” you’re trying hopelessly now, spewing out any words that come to mind as the feeling of guilt threatens to swallow you whole. he’s trying too — trying oh so desperately to not let you see him upset, because you didn’t mean it, right?

of course you didn’t, and bokuto knows that. but it still hurts coming from you, the person who always told him how handsome and smart he was. it feels like a lie.

but bokuto is still bokuto, and he could never stay mad at you — he was to blame after all, wasn’t he?

so his arms still snake around your waist, and he still buries his face into the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. his embrace is tight, the heat from his body engulfing yours as he holds you flush against him. his mantra of sorries is muffled into your skin as he tightens his grip on you, warmth shooting from his fingertips as he grazes them across your arm.

“stop apologizing kou, i shouldn’t have said that, i’m so sorry. you’re not stupid, not even a little bit.” he relaxes into your arms, but the lack of his sweet voice and bright smile tell you that your words aren’t completely resonating with him.

“hey,” you start, placing your hand onto the back of his head and twirling a strand of silver hair between your fingers. “remember when we made it out of the escape room faster than kuroo and kenma that one time?”

“and they kept saying we cheated!” his head pops up to look you in the eyes at the mention of one of his favourite memories with you, and a hint of the bokuto you fell in love with shines through.

“yeah,” you let out a breathy chuckle as you lean your forehead against his, cupping his face in your hands. “you’re the only reason we made it out of there, i sure as hell don’t know morse code.”

“well i thought it would save my life one day, so i learnt it when i was younger!” he’s grinning now, a grin so big it almost doesn’t fit on his face. he pulls you back in for another hug, longer this time, and a little more bone crushing.

“i’m sorry kou. i love you, you know that right?” his calloused hand finds it’s way to your cheek, running the pad of his thumb over it before leaning in to place a passionate kiss to your lips.

“yeah, and i love you too.”

and now, with your arms snug around his neck and the feeling of his lips peppering little kisses onto your shoulder, you wonder if maybe you’re the stupid one for hurting the person you love.

reblogs + interaction are appreciated! thank you for reading! ッ

[kiyokosbitch]

pls elaborate on bullysamu if you dont mind 👀

no pls let's have an open discourse on this 😩

words: 518

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, dubcon, coercion, minors dni

ugh it all started back when you were 4 or 5 when your mom picked you up from a playdate at the twins’ house. lil samu had spent the whole day tugging on your ponytail and you were whining to your mom that tsumu was your favorite twin and samu overheard :(

people have always liked his brother more than him and now you did too. i don’t think the poor baby knew he had a crush on you yet but now he’s being extra mean and possessive

ever wondered why you never had a boyfriend in high school? how could you get one when the big, scary wing spiker is always in your shadow, glaring at any boy dumb enough to talk to you. meanwhile he’ll tease you for not having a date on saturday night and make you spend the night at his house watching movies. “stop ya whinin” he’d grumble, forcing you into his lap.

he’d get annoyed every time he saw you in makeup wondering who you were getting pretty for. he’d have to lie and say you looked stupid to make you insecure and forget all about your plans for going out. but that’s okay because you can stay in with him right?

of course you went to all of his games!!! atsumu gave you his jersey to wear but at the last minute samu snatched it away and gave you his instead. not like his idiot brother would know the difference.

ohhh but he’d never do anything mean in front of tsumu. never would shove you around because you’d go running to your “favorite twin” in a heartbeat. some of the twins’ biggest fights in their childhood stemmed from samu making you cry.

but after tsumu went off to train for volleyball after high school ended, samu had you all to himself

he caught you crying the day tsumu left and pinned you to his brother’s bed. normally he’d mock you for crying but he was pissed. “i’m still here, whatcha still bitchin for?” he growled before kissing you. he was so sure you’d push him away but you never did.

and samu’s always been a bit selfish so he’d see how far he could go… kissing on your neck? your chest??? his lips are moving further and further down until he ends up eating you out on his brother’s bed for an hour

for so long samu’s had to share you and now you’re his—don’t expect him to get any nicer 🥴

he’s still shoulder checking you and slapping books out of your hands but now he’s holding your phone over your head (bc atsumu called and you really wanted to talk to him and now samu’s jealous upset) and the only way you can get it back is if you sit in his lap and let him finger you while you talk to tsumu. your dumb protector has no idea what’s happening to his childhood friend

calling you “baby” and “love” in between “whore” and “bitch”

oh and lord help anyone else who can bully you in front on samu

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[kiyokosbitch]

We’re visiting your parents for the weekend, everyone’s asleep and we’re cuddled up on your bed sharing kisses. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help let my hands wander as your tongue slips into my mouth. Our kisses get more heated and the thought of you having no choice but to keep quiet while I fuck the shit out of you encourages me to get on top of you and part your legs with my knee, slipping it in between and pressing it hard against your pussy while I run the tip of my tongue along your bottom lip. I slip my hands up your top to softly massage your boobs, enjoying your quiet gasps against my lips as I take your nipples in between my fingers, twirling and teasingly stroking. As my hand slides in between your legs and I start to rub your pussy through your trousers, I tell you that if you moan too loud, I’m stopping and starting again. You look up at me, wide eyed and nodding desperately while my finger circles your belly button and along the band of your trousers. I finally slip my hand under and your mouth falls open at the first touch to your swollen clit, I rub your pussy slowly and watch as your eyes roll back into your head. I tease your hole until my fingers are covered in your wetness and clamp my hand over your mouth as I slide three fingers inside you, you lift your hips and start to ride them. My clit throbs as I feel you moan against my hand while I’m pumping in and out of you, never losing eye contact. I bring my hand down to your throat and wrap my fingers around your neck and watch as you bite your bottom lip to try stifle your moans which only makes me fuck you harder, I bite and suck at your neck just to torture you some more. Your breathing gets faster as I keep my hand on your throat and lean down to take a nipple in my mouth, hard flicks of my tongue combined with my fingers hitting that spot inside of you making your legs tremble. You start to clench around my fingers while I look you in the eye, I whisper ‘cum for me’ and your body starts to shake against me, my mouth on yours to cover your moans as you climax underneath me and cover my fingers in your cum.

[kiyokosbitch]

Love in plain sight (Fem reader) 🦋🍃

Toru Oikawa

Watching your crush fall in love with your best friend sure is painful, right Oikawa?

Word Count - 2.2k

Warnings - Angst, uhmm a lot of angst?, strong language

Notes - AHHHHHH! This is the first piece of angst I've written in a while anyway, this is my favorite trope! 😭 (Watching your love interest fall in love with someone else) Fun fact this was actually supposed to be a vision for a series I was planning but got discarded :>

(It might comeback as a series though who knows 👀)

Nothing could possibly recover the pain Oikawa felt at this very moment; what the hell. He watched you confess to his best friend from afar. The painful part was he was close enough to hear every single word you said to him, how much he made you happy, how he always lit up your day, how Iwazumi was always there for you when you needed someone's shoulder to cry on. All those study dates you and his best friend held together, how spending time with him only made your heart flutter and your whole world stop. He had watched you speak with Iwazumi every day for five months before practice, always taking glimpses, the way you smiled brightly for Iwa, Oikawa had been scolded on multiple accounts for being distracted and putting the net up wrong, at the time he couldn't care about the number of scoldings he earned from his teammates or coach if it meant he could see you.

Oikawa had been desperately trying to form some type of friendship dynamic between the two of you. He actually wanted to try with you. You were radiant, kind, funny, intelligent, and not as annoying as every girl who would send him a love letter crying every time he tried to reject him. But, unfortunately, he always failed at small talk with you, he would try to find every possible excuse in the world to speak with you, but nothing would bloom a friendship.

He watched his best friend easily connect with you; he watched you comfortably sit with him during lunch, sharing bento boxes and casually walk up to asking for help with classes. He watched how you never batted an eye towards him; he was always a side character to your love story with Iwazumi. To you, he was only in the background of everything, the blur to the perfect frame focused on you and Iwa.

Months. Five painful months of just watching and not doing anything. He had listened to Iwazumi talk about you a few times in those few times. Iwa would always light up when mentioning your name or anything about you, not noticing the friend next to him who was on the brink of losing insanity if he had to endure this any longer. He hated however much he tried to be happy for his best friend. He couldn't.

He wanted a chance with you, even if it was just a date. One date would make Oikawa happy, just one. But it was already too late for him. He couldn't even form a friendship with you. So what made him think he could ask you on a date out of the blue.

He couldn't stop the tear that ran down his cheek; he couldn't endure the pain he felt. He hated this; why couldn't Iwazumi just disappear and make way for him? He could care less if he was selfish. What was selfish was how Iwazumi couldn't even notice how his best friend had a massive crush on the girl he had been talking to for months, and if there was a slight chance that Iwa did know, Oikawa would go livid. How could the person he'd known since forever do this to him? If Iwa had known earlier, would he reject you this very moment? Or would he still accept your feelings and return them. Leaving his best friend in the shadows.

No one would know because he would never tell this secret he would take to the grave with him. The tear that ran down his cheek fell off, slipping to the floor. He sniffled before taking a deep breath in and composing himself. Because right now, it was time to put on a facade he could only recognize as fake. He needed to be happy for his best friend, even if it slowly shattered his heart.

Four months of you and Iwazumi dating, four months since his heart shattered into a million pieces and nine since he had fallen for you.

He kept track of every passing day that he had to live under a cloud of gloom that surrounded him, his once happy colorful world, had turned into shades of gray. The bright movie you were living in had played in his mind on repeat, flashing moments every now and then. Oikawa had become a silent movie casted into the dark shadows, where he wouldn't bother anyone with his gloom. The saddest people smile the brightest is a saying Oikawa often heard, and now he was living proof of it. Always putting up a smile for every girl who approached him, and every single one of his friends, including the best friend he secretly wished, would just go to hell.

The hatred that fills his once joyful heart was slowly gnawing at his facade, slowly revealing his now darkened aura. Lately, he had been snapping at all his teammates more often than usual; everything he did seemed a bit more aggressive. But no one once asked if he was okay.

What if someone did come up to him and asked if he was okay? Well, his answer would sound rehearsed, coming out in the most monotone voice he could muster up. "No, I'm not. You try watching your only best friend in the world fall in love with one lousy girl you've been chasing after for months."

He would often compare his life to a slow burn romance story, one that's so slow that he hasn't even made a move on the main love interest. His shattered heart was now as fragile as a bubble; the bubble could burst, any second and so could he. His breakdown was bound to come, one where he'd cry in front of his best friend yell at him for the pain he's caused. But he couldn't after all. It wasn't Iwa's fault Oikawa had to watch his best friend fall in love with you.

Oikawa wanted nothing more than to spike Iwazumi with a ball. He gripped onto the ball in his hands, watching you both giggle near the entrance of the gym, infuriated him. Why couldn't that be him? Why couldn't you turn your head his way every once and a while?

He was slowly cracking, like a ticking time bomb ready to explode any minute.

Oikawa threw the ball up into the air aiming straight for Iwazumi. He hit it as hard as he possibly could, taking all the bubbled-up jealousy and taking it out on the poor ball. But, at the speed of light, the ball impacted Iwa's head, which made him stumble forward. The ball ricocheted off his head, hitting the floor and bouncing off.

"Oi! Shitty-kawa, what the hell!" He turned around to face Oikawa. "Oh whoops, my hand slipped" He shrugged. His tone was passive-aggressive, walking away towards the basket to grab another volleyball. Iwazumi stared at his best friend's back. He turned back to you, "Hey baby, I'll catch up with you later. I need to talk to Oikawa" You nodded your head, pecking his cheek, before walking out of the gym. Everyone had already cleared out since it was getting late. Oikawa stayed back for 'extra practice' Iwazumi had meant to speak with Oikawa for a while now to check-in, and he guesses now would be the perfect opportunity.

"Oi, Oikawa seriously though, what the hell?" He walked closer to Oikawa, being mindful of his words to not set him off. Oikawa turned around with another volleyball in hand, which he started to dribble. "I told you my hand slipped."

"No, I mean, what's up with you? You've been all grouchy for a while now. We have the spring qualifiers coming up, and-" Oikawa cut him off. "Stop worrying about me. I'm fine" Oikawa walked past Iwa, leaving him baffled. "You're obviously not fine, so please enlighten me, Crappy-Kawa."

Oikawa couldn't open up to his best friend; what would he think of him if he told him everything. Would that ruin his relationship, or would it destroy the close bond they both shared? So Oikawa stayed back turned to Iwa, but his steps came to a halt. "I said I'm fine stop pushing it."

"No, I'm gonna keep pushing it because I want the stupid cocky Oikawa back. I don't want the gloomy bitchy one. If the rest of the team was here right now, they'd all agree."

That really did push Oikawa off the edge; maybe it was time he did something, so what if it ruined his friendship. He already had all this pent-up anger, and if he was gonna go back to being normal, he'd need to tell someone eventually so he'd start with his best friend. But, of course, since Iwa decided to push it, Oikawa wasn't going to go easy.

"You really wanna know what's been going on?" His grip on the ball he had once been dribbling tightened. "Yes, I want to know," Iwa responded; Oikawa took a deep breath in before he could start his rain. "Iwa, you try watching your best friend and crush fall in love with each other and pretend to be happy like you don't care."

"Wait- This is about Y/n?" Iwazumi was stunned. Not once had it even crossed his mind that his best friend had feelings for his current girlfriend. Was this breaking bro-code? "Yes, this is about Y/n because not once did you notice that I liked her, all those times you had teased me about a girl, it was Y/n. Funny now that I think about it, I wish I had told you instead of keeping it to myself because look where that got me. Now I can't even look at you without wanting to throw a volleyball at your stupid face."

"You're mad at me for not noticing you liked a girl and letting me talk to her and then proceeding to let me speak about my feelings towards her to you and you acting all supportive. I would like to mention you have no right to be mad at me for something you should've opened up your mouth about." Iwazumi was more than dumbfounded. How the hell was he getting resentment for something he didn't know about. Oikawa had no right to be mad at him. "I have a right to be mad, maybe not at you. Maybe not at anyone at all in this situation, but right now, the only person I see to blame is you. So yes, I'm going to be mad at you all I want."

Petty, he was petty. Iwazumi didn't like the words coming out of Oikawa's mouth. How could he be such an imbecile? Truthfully Iwazumi thought Oikawa was in the wrong. He should've said something about Y/n. He should've told him everything. Maybe even then, Oikawa would be the one with you. But it's too late now because now your heart belongs to Iwazumi, and Iwazumi's heart belonged to you.

"No, you don't have a right to be mad Oikawa, you're acting like a child fighting over some toy. If you truly did like her, then you would've said something, you have no feelings for her, and if you did, you would've put up a fight, but you didn't, so stop being an idiot."

Oikawa couldn't believe what was coming out of Iwa's mouth. He wanted to put up a fight! But he didn't because he wanted his friend to be happy. Was that really an idiotic move? Was it really so bad for him to enjoy the best for his friend? He turned around to face Iwazumi, his face burning with rage; all the pent-up anger was finally showing its ugly face.

"You have no right to depict my feelings! You're not me! And is it so bad I wanted my best friend to be happy that I put myself through pain was that really so bad that I was thinking of your feelings and setting mine aside! I wanted to say something so fucking bad I wanted to tell Y/n how much I love her. But instead, here you came. If you weren't in the way, maybe then I'd be the one she kisses and hugs and shares intimate moments with and not you! So you should be thanking me instead of calling me an idiot!" Oikawa yelled at the top of his lungs at his best friend whose eyes were widened, they quickly filled with rage, thanking him? For his relationship with you? He was the one that treated you well and made you happy it's not like Oikawa served it to him on a silver platter.

"Thanking you? Don't make me laugh, Oikawa. You could've had any other girl in the entire school. It's not my fault you chose MY girlfriend. You just can't live with the fact I make her happy, and you couldn't even make a conversation with her!" Now Iwazumi was yelling, his voice echoing around the gym.

"I loved her before you even set eyes on her; you're the one that got in the way! You're the one that took her from me!" Oikawa couldn't hold it anymore. His eyes watered, thinking of every moment you and Iwazumi shared that should've been him. Not Iwa.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have fallen in love with her."

Hope to catch you later ! - exo 👋 🦋 🍃

[kiyokosbitch]

I would def give my life to be sitting on Oikawa while I paint his nails black. Like oh my fucking god. He’s so interested in it and he’s honestly so cute. After we’re done letting his nails dry I would definitely let him finger me n record me. teasing with my clit and giving it a little smack to makes me jump. I would definitely want him to send it to all his friends so they can see <3

[kiyokosbitch]

BODY WORSHIP WITH HQ GIRLS!!

starring : Yachi, kiyoko, alisa, and seako.

A/n : MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. Anyways, stan all these fine mf girls. They DESERVE worship.

warnings : body worship, oral, fingering, girl x girl, nipple sucking/nipple play, face sitting, slight impact play, vibrater

word count : 397

YACHI : Lives for your praise. She loves when you praise her body and tell her how perfect her body is. It makes her feel special. She loves when you rub up and down her body while you kiss her ear telling her how pretty she is. It makes her heart swell. She especially loves it when you kiss up and down her body while your fingers dance along her clit making her hips buck up. She loves when you thrust your fingers in and out of her slowly and kiss on her clit telling her how beautiful she sounds. Just praise this damn girl please.

KIYOKO : She loves giving praise but also loves getting praise. She practically craves your praise. When you’re sucking on her nipple she would moan your name over and over again while you worship her body. When you start to travel kisses down her stomach kissing every beauty mark she has, she lets out a little moan while she tells you she loves you. She loves when you’re sucking on her clit and you whisper out how good she tastes. it makes her go nuts lmao.

ALISA : Love loves LOVES when you worship her body. She feels special, you would have her riding your face and your tongue would be flicking in and out of her cunt. She would let out loud moans and would grind on your mouth as you gave her ass a quick smack. She would let out a shriek and would lean forward onto the bed as you continue to suck and lick on her pussy while whispering how good she tastes. She would cum immediately if you reach up and play with her nipples.

SAEKO : This mf. She would definitely prefer giving the body worship but she’s down to have you worship her. You would be using a vibrater on her clit while she leaves kisses on your neck moaning out loud how it feels good. You would get out of her hold, and would trail kiss down her stomach all the way to her thighs and would whisper how pretty she is and how perfect she is. She would grin at the site of you and would play with your hair as you move the vibrater and put her thighs over your shoulders. She would let out a quick ‘fuck’ as you start slurping up her juices.

[kiyokosbitch]

M.LIST

making kiyoko squirt

Body worship with Hq girls!!

[kiyokosbitch]

I am absolutely disgusting and I don’t care but,,,, what about piss kink with kiyoko? Making her drink water everyday. Replacing her juice with water, always encouraging her to drink water. She wonders why you’ve been acting this way but she doesn’t ask because she just thought that you wanted her to be healthy??? Key word, she thought, if she knew you were making her drink water everyday for a week because you wanted her to squirt all over your face, she probably would’ve talked you out of it. But now, it’s too late. Considering how you have her legs on your shoulders while slipping your fingers in and out of her sloppy pussy. She grabs your hair tightly and pushes your head more into her pussy as you suck more on her clit. You took your left hand that was on her thigh and slowly traveled it to her stomach. She gasped loudly as you pushed on her stomach making her clench her thighs between your head. She whimpered a quick ‘stop I g—gotta pee’ which you only smirked too and continued sucking on her clit and thrusting your fingers in and out of her. She bucked her hips up and tried to push your head away but you tightened your hold on her thigh. As you felt her cunt clench around you, you groaned as you pulled out and watched as her piss squirted out on you and the bed. Her chest heaves up and down as she looks down at you with a blush settling on her face. You immediately pull your shirt off as you climb on top of her. ‘You better get ready babe. Because we’re definitely, doing that again’.

[kiyokosbitch]

YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES !