#but i needed to draw something for bokkun

[hinata-boke]

tiny birthday boy doodle!!

[flyingwargle]

“coach! i brought keiji with me!”

akaashi steps out from behind bokuto, a familiar sight to the black jackals. they gather around him with greetings and waves, and he replies with his usual formality. foster joins the huddle and gives him a warm smile. “welcome back, keiji. it’s always a pleasure to see you.”

“thank you for letting me stay.” he bows.

“we welcome family, friends, and significant others. isn’t that right, boys?” foster shoots a look at his players. meian and barnes whistle innocently, and hinata scratches the back of his head. “i always appreciate your observations.” he turns his heel. “koutarou, can i have a word with you? shugo, get started on warm-ups, please.”

“sure, coach.” meian gestures for his teammates to head to the court while bokuto walks with his coach to the side. akaashi is about to take his spot on the bench when an arm slings around his shoulder.

“hey, ‘kaashi, i gotta ask for yer advice,” miya says. “ya got a minute?”

“i’ll do my best to help. what is it?”

 “i need ta see ya set. bokkun keeps sayin’ my tosses are second-best an’ i ain’t settlin’ for that.”

akaashi glances over his shoulder. “i’m afraid you’re out of luck. i haven’t set a ball since high school.”

“bokkun tells me ya still play,” miya points out, raising an eyebrow. “casually.”

“yes, as a form of exercise. i’m sure he only says you’re second-best because of our relationship.”

“that man needs ta keep romance off the court,” miya grumbles. “yer here anyway, might as well play fer a bit. i know ya got a pair of court shoes in his apartment.”

“i’m not dressed for volleyball, if you haven’t noticed.”

“miya!” meian calls out. “get over here!”

“just think of how happy bokkun would be if he could hit yer tosses,” miya says, sliding toward his teammates. “ain’t nothin’ better than seein’ yer partner shine their brightest, y’know?” he jogs away, leaving akaashi to stare after him, stupefied.

if he thinks about it, there isn't anything special about his tosses. each spiker has their own preferences, from the ball’s height, distance from the net or antenna, and speed. bokuto never had any specifications; right from the start, he simply told akaashi, “just give me a toss! any toss!” later, he learned that the third-year setter didn’t toss to bokuto often because of how streaky his performance was, and it wasn’t until after he retired that bokuto’s full potential was realized.

no, that isn’t accurate. akaashi was never able to draw out his full strength, but with someone as talented as miya, he could definitely raise bokuto to greater heights. if bokuto had gone to a different school, had someone better as his setter, would he have taken victory home? but that implies a future where they’d never meet, one that akaashi doesn’t want to think about.

“keiji?”

akaashi startles. bokuto is in front of him, hands in his, concern in his eyes. “you’re overthinking again. is something on your mind?”

noise filters in and blocks out the rest of his thoughts. akaashi shakes himself, looks up at him. “no, everything is fine. if you don’t mind, i need to head back to the apartment for something. i’ll be right back.” he kisses his check in farewell and hurries off. he should have a spare t-shirt and shorts somewhere.

when he returns, practice is underway. he sits on a bench, chats with the assistant managers, who relay any observations he makes. afterwards, foster thanks him for his advice before heading out, and bokuto approaches. akaashi stands. “why don’t we play for a bit?”

“you want to play volleyball?” bokuto gasps. “but–“

“miya told me that you said his tosses are second-best, and he wants to know why. it appears he won’t take anything short of a live demonstration.” akaashi takes his jacket off, reveals the faded fukurodani gym strip that he once wore daily. “so why don’t we show him?”

“nice ta have ya join us, ‘kaashi,” miya says, standing between hinata and sakusa. “i’m ready ta see what yer tosses are like.”

“akaashi-san’s tosses are great!” hinata chirps. “they’re super easy to hit!”

“that was before. as for now…” akaashi stands at the net where the setter is positioned. “it…has been quite a while since i last did this.” he can’t even remember the last casual game he played, anywhere from last month to last year. the days tend to blur together, lost in the monotony of adulthood.

after he warms up and declares himself ready, bokuto marches forward to go first, but miya holds him off. “gotta save the best fer last, y’know?”

“i’ll go, then!” hinata stands at the end line, ball in hand. “any toss you’re comfortable with is fine, akaashi-san!” he throws his ball and makes his approach.

hinata’s contact point is much higher than before. he’s in the air longer, similar to hoshiumi-san. so the toss should be… akaashi jumps, sets the ball. hinata spikes it effortlessly, cheering as he lands. “nice toss!”

“nice kill!” bokuto cheers.

sakusa is next. “i prefer if it’s close to the net.” akaashi nods, watching the ball as it arches through the air. sakusa’s jumps aren’t as powerful, his main strength being the snap of his wrist. he sets it slightly lower, close to the net. his spike is parallel to the sideline.

“sharp!” hinata comments.

“not bad,” miya remarks.

bokuto is last. their eyes meet, his golden eyes radiating with nothing but love. akaashi smiles, simply raises his hands as the ball arches toward him. he sets it, and bokuto meets it in midair, arm pulled back, slamming the ball down with enough force that it bounces off the wall. when he lands, he pivots and picks akaashi up in his arms. “yup, your tosses are still the best!”

“bokkun,” miya whines, “ya gotta explain why! what makes my tosses second-best?”

“it’s because his tosses remind me of the best time in my life.” bokuto’s grin is wide, eyes on his boyfriend, a spark in its depths. “i have fun playing volleyball every day with you guys, but nothing beats playing with keiji. i’d never want to trade it for anything.”

akaashi feels his chest throb with adoration. all his overthinking was for nothing. “thank you, kou. i feel the same way.” his cheeks warm as bokuto leans forward to kiss him, his teammates making comments in mock disgust. he laughs, happy to be in his arms, watching him shine the brightest he has ever been.

[robotkiyoomi]

Doomsday ft the MSBY 4

If Miya Atsumu had to describe what his worst nightmare was it probably wouldn’t be far from what he was currently experiencing. Yup he was totally, completely, and utterly fucked. He could already picture his parents disowning him while Osamu would document it all, Coach Foster as he paced back and forth while lecturing Atsumu for hours on how to do the right thing, his friends would never let him live this this down, and all of that was somehow secondary to the phone call he’d just made. Even he wasn’t creative enough to imagine this hellscape. Atsumu had considered his options carefully and tried to find another way but upon coming up empty he had dialed the number. 

“What.” A deep stern and very angry voice barked out. He cringed and forced a smile into his voice. 

“Hey Omiii,” Atsumu said, drawing out the “i” as he attempted to avoid breaching the topic of the phone call. 

“What the hell do you want, Miya? It’s fucking 2:22am.” He winced at Sakusa’s tone. Atsumu had never been religious but he did send a silent prayer before calling asking for the spiker to be in a good and forgiving mood. Alas no, he was right not to be religious. 

“So Sho-kun,Bokkun,and I kinda got arrested and we need you to bail us out of jail,” Atsumu said hurriedly, better to just rip off the band-aid right? Wrong. 

“WHAT.” Sakusa screamed. 

That had happened about an hour ago. Atsumu groaned and buried his face in his hands. They truly had no other options and together they had seriously tried to think of any possible alternative. 

“He’s not going to come is he?” Bokuto asked dramatically as he lay face down on the metal bench in the holding cell. 

“Of course Omi-kun will come, he has to.” Hinata said, rubbing at his drooping eyes. 

“We can’t die in a foreign country’s prison when we have home games soon,” Atsumu internally winced at the innocence of his friends. He loved volleyball as much as them but that was the least of their concerns at the moment. 

The door clicked open, metal scraping against the cement floor as it opened, the sound extremely unpleasant for Atsumu’s already throbbing head. The three of boys jerked into proper sitting positions. The officer who had arrested them was heading towards the cell with Sakusa in tow. 

At that moment, as Hinata and Bokuto scrambled to their feet, Atsumu wasn’t sure if this was a sign of god’s existence or the start of a future crueler than he could’ve ever imagined. 

–

The car ride was painfully silent. Bokuto kept nervously clearing his throat which just drew more attention to the quiet and Atsumu was ready to die. Maybe they should’ve left him in that cell to rot because that might have been a kinder fate. Clearly he had not scolded Hinata and Bokuto to be quiet, in the event that Sakusa did come, well enough because Hinata decided to speak then, 

“Sakusa-san, aren’t you going to ask us any questions?” 

Atsumu smacked his head against the car window and he could see the cocky idiot smirk. 

“Hinata, it’s okay. I actually don’t have any questions,” Atsumu could feel the blow coming, he knew something bad was going to happen. 

“The officer showed me the footage and explained it all to me.” There it was. 

The MSBY members were currently in Brazil for some informal practice matches with other FIVB teams. Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata had been the only members that wanted to go out on their last night. Atsumu remembers heading out around 10:30 to find the first bar, which was just down the road from the hotel. The three of them together without supervision were a dangerous enough combination alone, the drinking games that led to a cycle of drinks downed one after another should’ve been the flashing red flag. From there things were a little less clear but Atsumu could unfortunately still see the incident vividly in his mind. Hearing Sakusa recount the event out loud is even worse than Atsumu had anticipated. 

“Of course you guys would bring a volleyball to a bar, it makes perfect sense. Meian has to hold onto all of your passports and IDs because you are all distractible children, but god forbid one of you doesn’t have a volleyball on them at all times.” Hinata and Bokuto clearly miss the depth of Sakusa dig and Atsumu sinks further into the passenger seat because he too is included in the patronizing talk. Atsumu is used to being scoffed at by Sakusa or even lectured by their coach and captain for his behavior on a night out but it has never been categorized to be similar to Bokuto’s childish or naive actions. ‘Miya Atsumu, young volleyball heart throb and potential playboy’ as the articles say. Yet here he was.

“So just to make sure that I understood everything correctly, in a busy club, Hinata tried to set the ball to Bokuto. ‘Try’ being the key word here because from the footage and for your own careers, I have to assume everyone was very intoxicated because the playing skills displayed were..” Sakusa makes a disgusted face and shudders. 

“Anyways, Bokuto, in an attempt to receive the ball, ran at full speed after it. Of course why would you have any spatial awareness of the many other people in the club and look where you’re going? So Bokuto then slammed into Miya, who was sitting at the bar flirting with a girl and had almost just spilled his entire drink on her. Miya, eternally easy to provoke and with an extremely fragile ego then shoved Bokuto in retaliation, this caused Bokuto to fall over and as he fell he accidentally pantsed a woman. In a hilarious moment of cosmic justice, Miya, who had his feet tucked into the bar stool, then tipped over from the momentum of the push and fell, the stool included, face first onto the floor.” Sakusa is barely suppressing his smirk and Atsumu wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Sakusa continues, because yes it would have been extremely embarrassing but Atsumu would have gotten over things if just that had happened.

“The ball then proceeded to hit the bartender in the head and ricochet into the liquor cabinet smashing 217,000 Yen worth of alcohol. Shards of glass flying everywhere on the slip and slide floor of alcohol. Yet amongst the pandemonium, someone did manage to record the tail end of the whole fiasco, which was uploaded to TikTok. Did I miss anything?” Sakusa stated matter of factly. 

“I pantsed someone?” Bokuto asked, leaning up into the front. This was too much. Atsumu groaned and shoved Bokuto back to his seat. 

“Keiji is going to kill me,” he muttered. Everyone was going to kill them. 

“Someone recorded it?” Hinata said, the horror plain on his face. The PR team was going to bring them back from the dead just to kill them again. Atsumu has to blink twice to make sure he is seeing things correctly. Sakusa is giving Hinata a small comforting smile through the rearview mirror. 

“Don’t worry, the good news is that no one had any idea it was professional volleyball players let alone you guys and it is too dark to tell. I checked out the footage and have sent things forward to get ‘drunk idiots try to play volleyball and flop harder than my grades’ taken down” Hinata sags in relief a little. Atsumu grimaces at the unfortunately true caption. 

Atsumu didn’t want to ask but he had to. 

“How did you convince them to let us go? Are we in any legal trouble?” The look of pure glee in Sakusa’s face would haunt him for the rest of his life. Oh so Shoyo-kun gets kindness and I get the stupid amusement, that’s fair.

“I simply explained to them that we are professional athletes and that you three are just idiots that have the impulse control of a toddler. That there was no harm intended and the whole incident was simply a mistake due to your inability to utilize rational thinking. I used the analogy of a dog with a high prey drive who sees a squirrel and just can’t help but chase it like an idiot. You will however have to pay for the alcohol and I have a feeling PR is going to make you write an apology to the injured parties.” 

[keisurou]

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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[soranihimawari]

Choosing You

Bokuto Koutaro is about to make a mistake by marrying someone who made him choose between a childhood friend and her. Luckily for him, he realizes who he wants to be with days before the ceremony.

Rating: pg-13 for themes taken from a rom-com viewpoint.

Word Count: tba

Anything to note?: this was a fun prompt I saw on a generator.

“I choose her.”

These three words were the ones that changed your life the night of a dress rehearsal for a wedding you were trying to avoid attending. You weren’t sure if the bride had even wanted you present since you and the groom were close since childhood. The argument about whether or not you should be there to witness this momentous occasion had been going on since the last couple of months leading up to the wedding. Envelopes were sent, catering packages were ordered, and even the reception hall had been booked.

The rehearsal dinner was to take place three days before the big day. You, at the request of the best man, had been added as a surprise plus one a few weeks prior. No one else in the bridal party knew you were going to attend and although the groom truly wanted you to be there, he realized you had pushed away any and all invitations dealing with the nuptials. Nonetheless, here you were in a modest three-quarter sleeved dress standing at the open bar, listening to speech after speech congratulating the picture-perfect couple.

What you didn’t know though was the behind the scenes bickering between the fiancés when it came to seeing you at the place. You swished your alcohol in the glass before taking a few more sips. The dinner was about to be served and you were sure you’d be able to get through it. After all, it’s been several years since you’ve seen your childhood friend from Tokyo be this happy. You reminisce about the day your phone rang with the name ‘Bokkun’ lighting up your screen; you listen to him rant and go on about this young lady he saw at the park where he jogs right before the MSBY morning practice. You were at home on your day off when you offered some advice although you find the resolve within yourself to tell him to pursue dating her. That morning was almost six years ago and it was the beginning of the distance you two would soon create.

Honestly, you didn’t think you’d get an invitation, but when you did, you knew you had lost. You don’t send the RSVP card back to the original senders. Thankfully,several nights ago, if the best man hadn’t called you, you were sure you’d have sent a congratulatory message to the groom in your own time. Also, huge brownie points to the same best man who added you his plus one the second he found out you threw away the invite.

“You did what?!” Akaashi practically yells into the receiver of his landline. He ran his hand exasperatedly through his hair.

“I had to throw it away. I couldn’t be reminded every day that Kou chose that demon for a bride,” you spat back. You and the bride were as opposite as night and day; you were always there in the past to cheer up the boisterous fellow and even on their worst fights, you made him go back to her and apologize. She confides in your dear friend she feels threatened by you because of the closeness you shared, so when Bokuto starts to avoid hanging out with you deliberately, you let it happen.

“Listen, the ceremony’s in a few months, I’ll talk to Bokuto-San and tell him I’m bringing a plus one: you. So you better be ready,” Akaashi says before hanging up without giving you time to reply.

Currently, you were just about to get another refill on your drink when you heard the groom gather the attention of the conjoined family and friends group. You knew the young man was either about to make a fool of himself or at the very least, make a heart-warming speech about how he couldn’t wait to spend literal eternity on earth with his fiancée. What you didn’t expect was a declaration of love aimed toward you.

The ringing chime of glassware calls everyone to draw their conversations to a close while one brave man decided to declare something a majority of the groomsmen knew about. The scowl on the bride’s face should have been a great hint, however you were on the third gin and tonic that night, so this was going to hit you differently.

“There is going to be no wedding. At least not between my new ex and I,” your friend begins. You nearly choke on your drink while there are audible gasps coming from the crowd. The groomsmen on his side seemed somewhat relieved their friend had finally seen the light. The bartender asked if you were ok, you agree. You place the glass back on the small bar table behind you, your ears listening to the various reasons why your friend is calling off the wedding. All of them were mainly shortcomings of the bride, but the main reason why was a startling one (at least to you when you thought your feelings were one-sided).

“…The main reason why is because she made me choose between her and my favorite first-first love,” he affectionately says. He seemed kind of embarrassed that it took him literal years for him to figure this one out on his own, but nonetheless, he seemed pretty fearless by this confession. Those golden amber eyes of his hyper fixated on you like you were the only being he ever needed.

“I choose her,” he concludes, raising an empty champagne flute toward the sky. “A thousand times over.”

Your cheeks are warm with a mixture of embarrassment and joy; you feel like you’re floating, but before you do, you head out of the side door of the banquet hall. This act of confession was by far the most extra thing you could think Bokuto could have done, so your feet guide you outside to the city streets where you walk aimlessly with a smile on your face. Your heels clack on the concrete until you hear hurried footsteps behind you. Your dress swishes as you command your feet to stop moving. Both of you stop moving, yet you are at arms’ length away before either of you speak.

“You’re insane,” your voice shakes with nerves. “H-how’re you going to explain that stunt you just pulled?”

Bokuto stands in front of you with the brightest reassuring smile he could muster, his cheeks a bit flushed from the short sprint he did to catch up to you.

“Easy,” he begins. “I don’t love her; I love you. ‘M sorry took me forever to figure that out.”

You fold your arms over your chest before you invade his personal space and you let him have a piece of your mind. You recall the many times you have proved you loved him and the several times you tried to push down your emotions including the one time Akaashi found out your once one sided love for his friend.

“You did all that and I was too absorbed in trying to continue to be the best version of myself that I left you alone,” Bokuto says, gently gripping your shoulders. “I promise I won’t do that ever again.”

“You better not, Kou,” you truthfully state. A sigh escapes your lips as you ask him what his plans are now since the wedding was called off.

“Well, first thing’s first,” he leans down to kiss your cheek. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

You giggle and agree right before you make sure his lips don’t miss yours; you cradle his face in your hands and his finds their way on your waist. Your eyes flutter close the moment your lips touch. In that kiss,there was sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. He pulls away first, resting his forehead against yours. Bokuto calls you his patient lover and for the first time in a long time both of you bask in the presence of a warm Tokyo night.

[srhlsx]

Rewritten & Reposted March 23, 2021

MASTER  |Ch. 9 | CHAPTER 10 | Ch. 11

Later that night, as you were tucking Yua into her bottom bunk, she looked up at you with innocent curiosity in her eyes. “Neechan?”

“Mhmm?” You mumbled distractedly as you pulled the blankets up to cover her and made sure her pillows were nicely fluffed. The look she was giving you made you pause, she hadn’t looked like that in a while.

“Why is otosan never home?” She asked.

Shit.

You chewed on your bottom lip before answering her. You wanted to make sure that what you said wasn’t a lie, but also wasn’t entirely the truth. You weren’t sure she was exactly ready to hear the truth - that your dad couldn’t stand to be home because it reminded him too much of your dead mother.

“Do he not wanna be otosan no more?”

“Oh sweetie,” You said, grabbing Yua’s face with your hands and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “That’s not it at all.” You smoothed back the wild curls she got from your mother and took a deep steadying breath before talking again. “Otosan is just… sad, he misses mama, like we do. He stays at work for extra long because that helps him not feel so sad anymore.”

“Like you play vobbylall?”

You let out a small laugh, “Yes, exactly like that.”

After finally getting her to shut her eyes and fall asleep, you carefully left the bedroom and went back to where your little brother was still watching television from the couch. You took a seat next to him and stared mindlessly at the documentary playing on the small screen - something about ancient empires and the political systems they used.

“She asked Baba today if she thought he still loved her.” Your brother’s sudden voice surprised you in the quiet, making you jump. “They were talking about parent’s day in her class, might be why she asked you about it too.”

You leaned forward, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes in hopes of pushing some of the stress and anxiety away. It didn’t work. You looked back at your brother, seeing that the news he shared with you didn’t really have much of an emotional impact on him. 

“What about you?” You asked. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine.” He gave a short reply, shrugging noncommittally. “The lady they make me talk to at school is nice, but she wants me to draw things and I just don’t see that point in doing that.”

You laughed a little at that, not overly surprised that he didn’t see much of a point in the mandated therapy his school was putting him through. With how mature he is, and the way that he speaks, you sometimes forget that Eiji is barely even ten years old. 

You sit back and reach an arm around him, pulling your brother in close for a hug. Moments like this remind you he is definitely still so young because even with no one around he was embarrassed of you.

*

You wiped down the counter and sink in your kitchen, making sure not to make too much noise so your siblings wouldn’t wake up. You took this time tidying up the apartment to let your mind wander before you would settle in and get some school work done. 

Glancing around you noticed how cramped and overwhelming the space you lived in actually was. Boxes that hadn’t been opened from moving were still stacked in a corner, labeled with their contents that had nowhere to be placed so they remained untouched. A few toys scattered around that you easily bent down to pick up and move so they wouldn’t get stepped on. Overall it looked like a home that had too much in it and not enough space.

Growing up a few neighborhoods over, your family had always lived where there was enough space. Everyone had a bedroom of their own, but you shared a bathroom with your siblings which wasn’t a problem. Now, you shared a bedroom with them and there was one bathroom for the entire family.

You weren’t one to complain. When the bills started coming in and your dad made the decision to sell your childhood home, you nodded with sad eyes and immediately started helping to pack up. You offered to work, quitting volleyball was an option, but as your mother lay in her hospital bed she made you promise to not give it up. To focus on your dreams. It had been a hard transition and some days you were still adjusting. 

As time went on, you couldn’t help but think that you’d live in a home that was half the size of this apartment if it mean that things could go back to how they were-

No. You stopped yourself from diving into that rabbit hole, you shook your head to clear your thoughts. It is what it is, you can’t change it.

You tossed the rag you had been mercilessly twisting in your hands into the sink and moved to grab your school bag from under the kitchen table. Those sad thoughts you once had starting to fade away as you began to go through your mental checklist of homework needing to be completed and exams to study for.

Later, when the lock to your front door was turned and opened that night you made a point not to hide behind sleep or the darkness of your bedroom. You got up from your desk, closing your textbook with your notes still in it, and made your way quietly out of the bedroom after shutting off the light. 

Your dad paused at the front door, halfway sliding off his shoes when he heard you shut the door to your bedroom and looked up at you. It wasn’t the latest he’d ever come home, but it was by no means early either - both your siblings had been in bed and asleep for hours at this point.

“Didn’t think you’d hear me,” He said, tucking his shoes away and standing up to his full height to face you. “You’re usually asleep when I get home.”

“No,” You shook your head, looking him right in the eyes. “I’m always up.”

“Ah,” He nodded awkwardly.

You followed as he passed you down the hallway, stopping to grab what he needed to make himself as comfortable as a small couch would allow. Like always, your dad was silent as he made up the bed on the couch, his eyes glossed over like he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. You watched him from the doorway, frustration and a feeling of anger bubbling up inside of you.

How could he just act so clueless? Like nothing was going on?

He noticed you watching and finally spoke up, “Might be easier to just leave these here each night.”

“But then Eiji and Yua would see,” You nearly snapped, crossing your arms over your chest, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you looked away from him. “On top of everything else, they don’t need to know that you don’t even sleep in your own bed.”

He went a little stiff at your comment, mouth forming into a line as he refused to look at you. “I just... can’t.”

“And I get that,” You said. “But you’re also nev-er home.”

“(Y/n),” He started, a tired and slightly annoyed tone to his voice which you were surely not going to handle well tonight. You looked at your dad with a raised eyebrow, encouraging him to continue to make up some kind of an excuse.

“Please continue.” You said, motioning your hand as if to tell him to keep going. “I would love to hear why you are actively deciding to never be home. Especially when Yua and Eiji need you most.”

“That is not fair, (y/n).” Your dad responded, looking up at you with a little bit of surprise that you were talking to him like this. “I am not actively deciding to not be home.”

“Well, you sure aren’t making an effort to be.” You stated bluntly. “You know Yua thinks it’s her fault?”

At that, your dad’s eyes widened considerably and you could see the shift in his shoulders as he tensed up.

“Yeah,” You laughed sarcastically. “She asked Baba if you still loved her today, asked me if you didn’t want to be her otosan anymore.”

You shook your head as you uncrossed your arms and stood up straight. Your hands swiped under your eyes, not wanting to let the salty tears actually fall from your eyes until you were able to get your point across. You’d been so strong for so long, you weren’t going to break now that you could lay it all out.

“And I can tell her all day, everyday that things are going to be okay. But it’s not the same coming from her sister as it would be coming from her dad... I’m fine. I will be fine. I had my time growing up with you and with mama.” You said harshly, clenching your hands into fists then aggressively pointing back behind you to the quiet bedroom. “But I’m going to be gone soon and those two need you.”

You didn’t want to raise your voice, so you stopped yourself from saying anything more. Your dad didn’t seem like he had anything to say, so you turned on your heel and went back into your bedroom before you could take back any of the words you had spoken.

When you shut the door, you heard a rustling from the bottom bunk and looked over to see Yua slowly lifting up. Her hair was sticking in all directions as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fists. “Neechan can’t sleep?”

“Nah, chibi, I’m fine.” You mumbled softly as you closed the door behind you. It seemed to become your mantra for the evening - I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine.

“Sleep wif me?”

You chuckled lightly and grabbed your flashing phone and made your way to her bed, pulling back the blankets as she scooched closer to the wall to make room for you. She tucked herself under your arm and was almost immediately asleep before you had the chance to cover her again. 

When you knew the light of your screen wouldn’t wake her up, you unlocked your phone and tapped on the messages icon that had lit up with a notification, smiling as soon as you saw who it was from.

New Message: 11:14pm

Bokkun: can you BELIEVE this guy?

Bokkun: attachment .img

You suppressed a laugh deep in your gut at the picture that followed.Sprawled across what looked like a set of pillows and messy sheets was the sloppiest, fluffiest, and one of the chunkiest dogs you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It’s tongue was lolling out of the side of its mouth and an expression of pure bliss was evident on its face. The following messages Bokuto sent you clearly explained his stress in attempting to move the precious beast so he could go to sleep.

You tried not to let your sour mood show through the messages, Bokuto seemed like the type of guy to notice those types of things right away. After a few messages and the issue of moving his dog getting resolved, Bokuto wished you a goodnight with an animated sticker of a sleeping owl. You let out a sigh and closed your eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep soon after.

*