#i love the way kotarou is pouting

[ni-kol-koru]

[jxbsbokuto]

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Sunday is Bokuto’s favorite day.

He loves it because you always wake up later than usual, so he has some time to admire your sleeping figure before starting the day. You just look so peaceful and beautiful, and you never let him admire you for long since you get flustered and shy, so he takes advantage of the mornings when you are unaware.

The second reason why he loves it is that you both can cuddle as long as you want without worrying about work and chores, and if there’s something Koutarou loves, it is cuddling you.

He has memorized a few things that you do in the early mornings while you’re still sleeping. Like searching for him if he rolls to the other side, or kicking the sheets off of you when it starts to get hotter, or gripping on his shirt - when he occasionally sleeps in it -, and his favorite, when he pulls you to his chest and he feels your muscles relaxing even more and you let out a soft and low satisfied sigh.

So that’s what he does. Bokuto wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, burying his nose on your hair. He feels his chest explode as you snuggle yourself on his chest and let out that cute purr.

He tries to fall asleep again multiple times but fails each time. He wants your attention, he wants to shower you and be showered with affection, but for that, he needs to wake you up first.

“Hey, hey, hey, angel.” He whispers softly to your ear. “It’s time to wake up.”

You smile with your eyes closed and throw your leg over his thigh, pulling him closer to you so there’s no space in between you.

Koutarou loves how clingy you are in the mornings. You kiss him lazily, hug him like a koala and follow him through the house like a lost puppy. At times, you seemed even more clingy than him.

“Gimme kiss.” You say with a sleepy voice.

He leans down and places a small kiss on your forehead. You finally open your eyes and glare at him with a little pout.

/Adorable/

“Gimme kiss.”

He leans down again, reaching for your cheek, you read his movements and try to turn your head to catch his lips but he kisses your nose instead.

“Koutarou. Give. Me. A. Kiss.” You demand.

He chuckles and cups your face. The ace leans down once more, slowly, staring at you in a way that gives you butterflies all over. You close your eyes when you feel his breath hitting your nose and part your lips, only to be kissed on the chin.

“Kotarou!”

He laughs as you cross your arms and close your eyes in frustration.

He takes advantage of the moment to get on top of you and crashes his lips on yours.

He feels you gasping in surprise and smiles as you relax and hum through the kiss.

You throw your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, deepening the kiss and trapping him in it.

It’s slow, passionate, and somewhat sleepy.

You stay like this for what feels like forever, exchanging kisses, caresses, and giggles.

“Is that what you wanted, angel?” He asks, snuggling his face on the crook of your neck.

“Yes, but it’s not enough, I want more.”

He smiles against your skin and makes a trail of kisses from your collarbone all the way to your lips, leaving a few light red circles behind.

Then, he pampers your face with kisses, covering every inch of your skin with messy smooches and earning a laugh from you.

“I love you, Kou.” You say giggling.

“And I love you, Y/n.”

Bokuto raises his hand to your hand. He traces your figures gently, your cheekbones, your eyebrows, your nose, your cheek, your lips, your jaw…

He studies the beautiful face he has been studying forever, memorizing every inch of his beloved.

“What time is it?” You ask.

“It doesn’t matter, we’ll stay in bed for another two hours anyway.”

“Yeah, you right.”

He flips you over so that you’re laying on his chest. His arms hold you tight and he rests his chin on top of your head.

In this position you can hear his heartbeat, quite fastened actually.

“Kou?”

“Yes, angel?”

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” He chuckles under his breath.

“Because you’re here with me.”

“Huh?” You look up to him.

“You always make my heart beat faster, Y/n.”

You hide your blushing face on his chest. The muscle envelops your face comfortably and you urge to squeeze it.

“Uh, baby?” He asks, concerned.

“Yeth?” Your voice is muffled by his skin.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m loving your bobbies.”

“I wanna love your bobbies too!”

Koutarou places his hands on the side of your chest and tries to grab them but you jump to the side, laying face down on the mattress.

“That won't do, angel, let me love your bobbies!”

He starts to tickle your sides, making you turn around again and tickle him back, beginning a fight of tickles and laughs.

Sunday is Bokuto’s favorite day. Because he can have these kinds of moments with you.

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[bokubear]

hq boys waking you up in the morning

featuring ~ ( timeskip! )miya atsumu + bokuto kotarou + oikawa toru + iwaizumi hajime

warnings ~ cute mornings rants

notes ~ i hope some of you wake up to this, if not, think of it when you want to wake up in their arms :’)

>> ATSUMU wakes up pretty late usually( ‘usually’ being around 1:00pm ) so on those days when he rises before you, it’s a treat. he’ll lean over to peck your cheek once with a soft afterglow then proceed to pettily kiss every square inch of you until you groan and cover your face with your hands, comparing about just how attention-seeking he is. it’s never-ending. “tsum tsum stoooopp~~ its 7:00ammmm—“ you drag out, dramatically flopping onto the pillow. “let me smooch my baby one more time.” he pouts, puckering his lips like a concussed instagram model of 2017. “i will gouge your eyes out if you so far as breath.” this stopped him in his tracks, sweating profusely once he sighed out his disappointment. “alrighty, enjoy your morning and sleep well, i love you.” he waved quietly and made sure to carefully close the door behind him. his doubts being pushed aside when he saw the ‘when are you coming home’ text he received during practice. his smile couldn’t stretch wider.

>> BOKUTO takes his time and never normally wakes you up, instead he snuggles into your side with your legs tangled together in a mangled position. he is so warm ( mostly always ) but especially in the morning. which can either be your downfall or the greatest blanket. on hot mornings, you’re sweating like dog and on cold days it’s the best heater ever. “too hot kou.” you manage to slightly pry his massive arm from your shoulder to prod at him. yet the ace is engulfed in some sort of dream because he is out. i mean even a hurricane could wake this teddy bear. “i swear i’m dying.” you panted, struggling to break free from the suffocating sheets as bo only pulled you closer defiantly. “‘m sorry it’s so hot but i don’t want to let go.” how saddened he seemed decreased that building anger. you melted at how clingy the big man was being, tracing patterns on his hand, a feeble grin pulling at his cheeks and accenting his dimples. “if i guess what you’re making, you stay for ten minutes more.” of course he made a game out of it. “go for it.” you offer, his attempt spot on. “volleyball.” — “wow my kou is so intelligent.” you gawk falsely, holding his precious face in your hands. “you know it.” he preens.

>> OIKAWA decides the best way to wake you up is to start blasting music. and when he’s in the mood he’ll romantically start flitting some romantic melody and waltz gracefully into your room to extend his hand in a cliche manner. “let us dance to the rhythm of my heart.” he clutches his chest in example, stirring a giggle from you. “such a dork.” you roll your eyes, but you take it anyways. it’d be a waste to let this opportunity by. your feet are clumsy and hardly functioning correctly thanks to your deep sleep beforehand. nearly tripping he sweeps you off your feet, holding you bridal style. “isn’t this just the absolute greatest way to wake up ?” he emphasizes, edging to your lips till you block his contact. “ i haven’t brushed my teeth toru.” you narrow your eyes. “me neither.” he lifts his brows multiple times to sell that horribly suggestive look. “gross.” you utter, dragging him to the bathroom. “you didn’t either !” — “don’t even.” he whined in retaliation, yet brushing his teeth obediently after your fair warning. “now ?” he waited patiently as you continued flossing. your muffled “no” left him hopeless. “now ?” he asked again and again and again and you were loosing it. “no-“ he began again only to be shut up by your lips. “yes.” you finished for him, his face stained a pink hue of surprise and fluster.

>> IWAIZUMI works out in the mornings, and by morning i mean 5:30 he’s up and ready for some sweat. afterwards he showers and changes—once he’s done he’ll saunter to your bedside table and place a cup of water there while squatting down to your height. “wakey wakey sleepyhead, i know your throats gonna be dry so sip some water.” he nudged at your frame, smoothing a stray hair behind your hair. “haji..” you choked out, earning a hum of affirmation. “that’s me. no other man’s allowed in this house besides your father and i y’know.” he stated matter-of-a-factly as if pointing out something even a toddler should know. “oh i know.” you answered sleepily, iwaizumi fitting the glass between your fingertips urging you to hydrate. he chuckled as he watched your head nod of slightly just sitting on the side of the bed, already falling back asleep. “i’m hungry….” you mumbled, his calloused hands coming to envelope yours. “i’ll lead you to the kitchen and make breakfast, just follow me.” he wrapped his arms around your back, breathing in your scent and all. his favorite part. you placed your feet on top of his, waddling awkwardly there with hazed eyes and broken chatter. “don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he eased, giving your hands a small squeeze.

-maak

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[venusskies-writing]

kids crazy in love

Word count: 797

Genre: fluff

Warnings: small mention of a rough childhood

"We're crazy for doing this."

"Mhm."

"Ko, you realize we just spent a lot of money and barely have anything we need for this place, right?" You said as you turned to your husband with a box in your hands. 

He turned to you with bright golden eyes and smirked. "So? That just means we'll have to go yard sailing! I've always wanted to go!"

You sighed and shook your head. "Unbelievable. First we decide on having a wedding, which we are still reaping the costs of, and now we buy a house with just barely enough for a down payment." Kotarou only laughed. 

He set down the box he was holding and unlocked the door. When he turned, a twinkle was in his eyes. 

He took your box and sat it on top of his, and in one fell swoop, he was holding you bridal style as you both entered the house. 

"Kotarou! What are you doing?" Bokuto laughed and swung around with you. "I remember a American tradition that you like and thought we could do it."

You looked into his eyes and smiled brightly. "I didn't think you remembered. I mentioned it back when we first met in our second year." He shrugged his shoulders and sat you down. 

You cupped his cheeks and laughed slightly. "Your a big dork, you know that?" Your husband only shrugged with a smile. "And? That just adds to my charm!"

It made your heart swell being with him like this. Your eyes softened and you leaned in to kiss him. 

Kotarou met you half way and placed his lips on yours. 

The kiss was sweet and familiar as you both stood beneath the stairs of your knew home. A home that you both knew you weren't ready for, but wanted because you only lived once. 

Besides, the realtor told you, you guys would never be able to afford it. 

When you pulled away, you were grinning like an idiot. Bokuto still had his eyes closed and was grinning widely. 

"Alright lover boy. Let's get those boxes in before the rain sets in, don't want our clothes to get soaked." He opened his eyes and - were they always that love filled? You couldn't tell. 

Because whenever he looked at you, it was always with fondness and love. Something you never expected you would receive after a rough childhood. 

When the rain set in, you both were sitting in some lawn chairs in the living room watching a movie. 

Many boxes laid around the two of you, waiting to be opened, the contents waiting to make many memories between the two of you. 

Bokuto turned to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. 

"Hey babe?"

"Yes Ko."

You turned to him with curiosity. He leaned forward, much like you had earlier, and put his forehead against yours. 

You gently pushed back playfully and smiled. Kotarou grinned and pushed back before brushing some baby hairs away from your face. "If I could do everything again, I would."

You shook your head. "I wouldn't."

Kotarou pulled back abruptly and had his lips pouted. "But why? Did I do something?" His self proclaimed 'emo mode' had been turned on and been directed at you. 

You huffed and pulled him back. "No you silly. It's because I want to stay with you in the now, not the past. Because being here with you is so important to me that I could never think about anything else. And in the past there was a time I didn't know you yet. I love you, and never want to go through life without you my dear. You're it for me."

A giant blush crossed over his cheeks and tipped his ears. He looked away and sniffled. When he looked back, small tears were in his eyes as he pulled you in for another kiss. 

You were able to taste the strawberries he had eaten earlier after you had told him to wait for dinner. You were able to taste the love he released from his body only for you. 

He pulled back and put his forehead back on yours. "I love you, so so much. I'll still love you when I'm all gross and wrinkly too!" You laughed and flicked his nose. 

"I love you too."

He smiled and kissed you all over your face, causing you both to fall out of your chairs. Your laughter echoed across the house as you lay in his arms uncomfortably. 

"And for the record dear, you won't be gross. Maybe wrinkly, but never gross."

He whined loudly. "Babe! Your so mean to me! You wound my heart!"

You shook your head and flicked his nose again. "Stop whining you big baby. I was only kidding."

"You better be."

This piece is done for a summer contest hosted by @neoheros

[sevmch]

hq boys as dads calling you while you're away bc your child wouldn't stop crying

characters: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou

warning(s): none, just fluff. kuroo is v father material aahh!!

a/n: this was sitting on my drafts for a while now. other characters coming soon 👀

kuroo tetsuro

you were overseas for two days to attend a convention that your job required which meant leaving kuroo and your child

kuroo was admittedly and without a doubt, a really good father so when he told you not to worry about them, you left without any worries at all

kuroo knew everything - how to prepare milk and baby food, changing diapers, how to get them to sleep, how to stop their tantrums, basically everything

still you bugged him all the way to the airport to call if something were to happen or if he needed help with anything such as locating the diaper and milk powder

afterall, he was rarely on baby duty since his job required more of his time compared to yours but he has never failed to provide you and his son the time and affection

the first day went by smoothly and without a problem, that is until the next day. your son just wouldn't stop crying so he had to call you to calm him down

no matter what kuroo did, your son just wouldn't stop crying even when he was cradling him gently in his arms and rubbing his back. their child has been crying for almost an hour now, only getting louder and stronger despite his best efforts to calmly shush him or lull him to sleep.

the morning went by pretty fine; kuroo fed, bathed, and played with their son - even changed the diapers twice. their son seemed to be in a pretty good mood throughout the morning but apparently, babies get mood swings too, and that's when the crying started.

kuroo tried basically everything from trying to get their son to drink milk, to giving the pacifier, and humming baby songs he could think of but all his attempts failed. their son wasn't bored nor hungry and was definitely not sleepy so it was starting to worry kuroo.

"hey bud, you're scaring me now," kuroo cooed, softly pressing the back of his hand against their son's forehead but the temperature was fine. kuroo knew all the baby stuff without sweat, even the signals of what they needed but this was entirely different. it was only when then their son pointed to the picture of the three of you framed on the wall that kuroo got his answer. pressing a soft kiss against his son's temple, he whispered softly, "i know bud, i miss mommy too."

kuroo grabbed his phone from the couch and called you, chuckling when you instantly answered on the first ring with a hint of worry in your voice. "tetsu, what's wrong? are you both okay? should i get on the next flight?"

"relax kitten, we're fine. we just miss you."

"awe, i miss both my boys too."

"mama's on the phone bud." kuroo switched to loud speaker, smiling widely at their son who looked at him with wide, doe eyes upon hearing your voice. the crying eventually died down as you kept speaking through the phone with your cute, tiny baby voice until your son fell asleep in his arms.

"is he asleep?" you asked.

"yep. hey, you should use that baby voice often. it's cute," he teased, grinning ear to ear.

"shut up."

the rest of the afternoon was spent at a mall near the airport, buying toys and new clothes and stopping by for ice cream before waiting for you at the terminal.

"look bud, there's mommy!" kuroo crouched to level with their son, pointing at your figure from a distance. their son's eyes lit up when spotting you, giggling and reaching out his other hand that kuroo wasn't holding.

"awe, it's my two favorite boys! i missed you both so much!" you said sweetly, dropping your bags to hug your son.

"i missed you so much, love." you hugged kuroo tightly when he stood up only for him to hug you tighter, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"missed you more, kitten," he said softly, pressing a light kiss to your lips before carrying your son. you really had nothing to worry about.

bokuto kotarou

you were a little bit worried about leaving bokuto and your child even if it was just for a couple of hours. you had to visit your parents in kyoto and dropby for groceries on the way home

it's not that you didn't trust him, you were just not quite sure if the house would be exactly the same as when you left knowing how bokuto and your child loved to play A LOT

you considered calling akaashi to babysit the two lmao

bokuto matched your child's energy so while you're incharge of all the serious baby duties, bokuto was incharge of playing and goofing around with your child while you rested

really, your child got their hyperactiveness from bo

you were also the one who dealt with the tantrums while bo assisted, so when bo was left to deal with your son's tantrum alone, he panicked and was about to cry himself because your son was crying and it made him sad :(

you left the house around 6 am after preparing breakfast for your husband and son as well as the other things that bokuto will need for the day. althought bokuto spent a lot of time with your child, it didn't always include the serious baby duties so you knew for sure if you hadn't displayed the diapers and vitamins on the counter in advance, he'd be flipping the house upside down searching for them.

you also left a note on the fridge that consisted of all the instructions and reminders to serve as a guide. you trusted bokuto, of course, but you really just didn't want to come home to a mess.

bokuto's arms snaked around your waist and squeezed you lightly in his hug, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. "can't you just take us with you?"

"i'd love to kou, but our son just recovered from a fever so it's best if he stays home for now."

he nodded, visibly frowning. you cupped his cheek to get him to look at you. "kou, baby, i'll be back before you know it."

bokuto pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes and it took everything in you not to cancel your plans. "call me if there's a problem, okay?" you kissed him goodbye and left.

with the note you left him, bokuto had no troubles throughout the morning routine even during bathtime. he would send you pictures and videos from time to time so you wouldn't have to worry, also because he loved sharing things with you.

bokuto loved playing with your son, loved seeing the adorable smile and hearing the soft giggles during their playtime even if it meant having to crawl on the carpet with his son on his back like a horse.

bokuto was filming him walking around with a huge smile on his face, "come to dada, little guy." your son just recently learned how to walk on their own so their steps were still unstable and wobbly and this resulted to your son tripping on his own feet.

bokuto could shit his pants right now, quickly fumbling to his now crying son to comfort him.

"hey little guy, it's okay you're good, dada's here now." he's whispering comforting words while gently rubbing on their back but the cries only got worse, the tears streaming down the little guy's face nonstop and this made bokuto's heart sink, feeling his own tears pool in his eyes. "shh i'm sorry, i'm sorry... you're okay, i gotchu."

his hands hesitantly reached out hug your son, so fragile it scared bokuto. he was calling you now and thank god you answered right away.

"kou?"

"he won't stop crying and i don't know what to do, can you come home now please? i think i just made our son hate me."

you sighed, "he doesn't hate you, kou. can you tell me what happened?"

"i was taking a video of him while he walked around but then he tripped and i swear i was watching over him! he won't stop crying, oh god i'm gonna cry too."

"did he hit his head? is he seriously hurt anywhere?"

"no," bokuto mumbled and you sighed in relief.

"okay that's good. it'll be fine babe, kids fall sometimes, okay? especially at this stage where they're learning how to walk. just carry him around for a while and he'll eventually ca-"

"what if i drop him?! should i ask akaashi to come over??" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, gently and carefully lifting his son from the ground, pressing him close to his chest despite being nervous.

"you won't drop him kou, i'll punch you if you do, and no, do not call keiji. you got this, babe, you're his dad and he needs you not his uncle."

it took a while to convince bokuto that he was going to be find and to get off the phone so he can start comforting your son. bokuto did as you said, cradling him in his arms while he walked around the house and pointing to the pictures on the wall until your son finally calmed down. the only problem was that his son would start crying again whenever he attempted to bring him down, tiny hands clinging around his neck and onto his shirt.

you arrived home around 8 pm, announcing your arrival only to be met with silence at the door.

"kou?"

your eyes softened as soon as you found him asleep on the couch with your son on top of his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around the tiny human being. you quietly kneel beside the couch, stroking bokuto's hair which slowly woke him up.

"i'm home." you smiled.

bokuto brought a finger to his lips and you pressed your lips together, taking your son away from his arms so you can tuck him in for the night.

"i'm sooo tired," bokuto whined, resting his head on top of your chest and cuddling close to you as soon as you joined him in bed. "it's my turn to be baby."

you snorted, bokuto's soft snores filling the quiet room in just a few seconds. "goodnight baby."

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[twiddle-dee-twiddle-dumb]

A/N: Ohohohoho word vomit, Toshi was really nagging in the back of my brain. So here it is... along with Mr. Hey Hey Hey Kotaro. I don't really know whether I've gotten better at writing. Still, I hope you enjoy though.

HAIKYU! BOYS & S/O ARGUED BEFORE AN IMPORTANT EVENT

Wakatoshi Ushijima

It’s rare for Ushijima to be silent whenever he really has something to say. He’s always been upfront. He always says what’s on his mind even if you may or may not like it. Of course, honesty and being genuine really helped you all through out your relationship. Yet, it’s different this time. He’s awfully quiet (like really, really, really quiet). He’s not even sparing you a glance across the living room. It looked like something’s brewing inside him and you can’t figure out what.

“Love, come on. Talk.”, you told him while standing on the doorway. You are wearing your work clothes except for the doctor’s coat that’s on your arm. Your shift’s about to start in two hours but you need to be at the hospital an hour before for the endorsements and other stuffs. “Babe…” you pleaded once more as you try to coax him to say something. But no avail. He just shifted on his seat, his eyes focusing on the tv screen. You sighed.

“Toshi, I’m really sorry about this. I didn’t know this would happen, that I would replace another doctor’s shift—” you mumbled on his neck as you hugged him in his seat. "Because you forgot to block your schedule for the next day." He said, cutting you off. It felt like cold water was splashed down on you. You can’t help but sigh in resignation. “I’m sorry.” That’s all you can say because it really is your fault this time.

Wakatoshi told you to clear your schedule a week ago before you shuffle shifts for the week. He knew that a doctor’s working schedule is erratic. That there some days and nights that you’re not going to be home and you’ll rarely see each other. There are some days that you and Toshi can spend more time together. He knew, that is why he asked you beforehand. “Yeah, sure babe.”, you agreed. You saw his rare boyish grin. However, you had a busy day at work and it slipped your mind.

“I’m really sorry, babe. I promise I’ll be there. I’ll really, really try hard to be there tomorrow. But I got to go. Love you.” You reassured him one last time then gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek. You rushed out the door. As much as you hate to leave your sulking husband, you have to. You pledge to do everything with chosen profession. Honestly, you felt terrible but you know better than to bring personal problems at work. Wakatoshi heard the door closed as you went out. He doesn’t know if he’s disappointed or frustrated. He’s really looking forward that Sunday brunch because your parents are going to be there.

You arrived at work but your mind seems to fling back to the look you last saw on Ushijima. You can’t help but internally berate yourself for absolutely forgetting. You shrugged the thoughts off as you finished reading/studying the patient’s chart. You’ll make your morning rounds in a few hours and you’re starting to get dizzy from all the hospital buzz. You found it unusual so you decided to get it checked.

Your shift ended 30 minutes before the brunch so you just texted Toshi that you’ll just meet him there and that the both of you have things to discuss. He just replied “ok”. O-K, two letters. As much as it frustrates you, you cannot do anything about it since you’re kind of at fault here. Now you got to make it up to him and you just know the perfect thing to do.

You arrived at the venue, both of your parents and Toshi are already there. You went to place a chaste kiss to your husband and greeted your parents after. In the middle of the small gathering, your parents pointed out that both you look awkward and seems to be having a problem. There is no point denying it since your parents already saw it through. They gave you guidance and advices, as you admit that it was your mistake. To make it up for everyone especially Toshi, you handed them white envelops.

Your lips pursed in anticipation and preventing a grin. You witnessed how their reactions changed from confusion to surprised to elation. Your mother was crying. Both of your dads are teary eyed. Your darling husband, oh the man’s got stuck on his seat, his left hand tightly holding the paper.

“Are you serious?” he asked you, still trying to wrap the information in his head. “Oh, so you know how to talk?” you teased him which earned you a grunt from him. “Of course! Laboratory tests results don’t lie. I was thinking of using peed on tests but I figured laboratory tests would be more reliable plus it’s free since I work there.” You quickly supplied as you gobble up the fruits on your plate.

Wakatoshi pulled you for a kiss and a hug along with the murmurs of ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m gonna be a dad.’.

Indeed, it was a great make up gift to your then disappointed husband.

Kotaru Bokuto

All through out your relationship with Bokuto is nothing but perfect. Perfect in a sense that you are equal in everything, he has been a reliable and responsible partner to you as you are to him. You balance out each other. Since the beginning of your relationship—when you first met and become acquainted—to the whole marriage and building a home with you, he has been a stable partner despite his ‘antics’. Bokuto has his tendency to mess up but he always gets back up. He has these weaknesses (per Akaashi) but he always comes around to make up for it. You know all these things about him and you love him no less.

There is no perfect relationship and couple fights are not uncommon especially to the two of you. The only catch is that the both of you are willing not to sleep on it until you’ve come up to a resolution. The biggest fight you had is when Bokuto tried to act up because your schedules didn’t permit you to see him before he left for a game—this way back before you had your first child. You almost call everything off. You were just so overwhelmed with the marriage, the pregnancy (which Kou didn’t know about yet), and work. So, it ended in a huge fight that was resolved three days later. Since then, the both of you are trying to not make disagreements into arguments. But not this time…

You just arrived from the business trip. You had a long day and receiving the news from the teacher that Bokuto didn’t show up for the meeting just makes you want to pull your hair out in frustration. Bokuto met up with you in the doorway and tried to kiss you but you moved away. You went to your bedroom and changed. Bokuto followed you with a pout.

“Not now, Kou. I’m not happy with you right now.” you said as you do your nightly routine. “Baby why? Did I do something? You just got back from work. I took care of the house and our son. What did I do wrong?” Bokuto was utterly confused.

“Really now, Kou?” you spat, crossing your hands on your chest. “No, baby, I really have no idea.” Bokuto insisted calmly.

“Kou! You told me you’d attend the teacher’s meeting today but you didn’t! I found because the teacher texted me and I have to freaking call her just to apologize and to be informed what went on with the meeting. Ugh…! You… I just can’t with you right now.” you groaned in frustration. You recalled the moment you read the teacher’s message as you drive your way home. It turns out that that meeting was for the parents of the kids that’s going to finish the school term with special distinction and your husband was no show. You also recalled how tight you gripped the steering wheel that your knuckles turned white.

Kou’s expression changed like he remembered something he forgot about which fueled your anger more.

“You forgot?! You freaking forgot?! What the crap!” your voice went an octave higher and scoffed in disbelief. “Kou, I can’t believe you!” you said before Kotarou could retort because at the moment he’s at loss for words. He indeed forgot.

You are fuming. Despite how busy you were, you reminded him and he still forgot. You just controlled your urge to throw the lotion bottle at him. You groaned in frustration, a bit calmer now. Your husband sat down on your bed, head bowed down like a little kid being reprimanded.

“The meeting was that important, Kou. The teacher said that the attendees of that meeting are the parents of the children who has a special distinction this end of the school term. Our son was one of them.” Bokuto looked at you, eyes shone with pride but that was only for a brief moment the second you glared at him. “And you missed it.” You continued. Bokuto knew he can never argue with you on this, clearly, he’s at fault. “Babe, I’m very sorry.” He mumbled. You sigh. It already happened. You already forgave him before he apologized but it doesn’t mean you’re gonna let him go that easily. “Whatever, Kou. I’m sleeping.”

This was the last conversation you have, days ago. Until today you still ignored Bokuto not because you’re still mad at him—you already forgave him the morning after when he made you breakfast, but you like to see him grovel. The thing is, you want Bokuto to understand that there are responsibilities that goes beyond than providing comfort and stuffs for the family and sometimes he forgets that.

“Baby owl, look at our son. I can’t believe he’s up going up there to receive his first award in kindergarten.” He whispered, still a little wary, because you still haven’t talked to him properly. You hummed in answer. Bokuto looked at you with pleading eyes, “Babe, please. You haven’t talked to me properly in days. I miss you.” You looked at him, one brow raised. “I promise to be better. I promise not to forget things anymore especially if it concerns our son, just forgive me and talk to me.” He continued, with a subtle pout. You want to laugh, his expressions never changed. “Yes, Kou. I already forgave you.” Just as you finished saying those words and before Kou could answer, your son appeared in front of you. “Mommy forgive dada? Mommy kiss dada now?” You and Bokuto looked at each other and then laughed. “Yes, yes, yes, little owl. Mommy forgave me. Dada can kiss her now.” Your husband answer while winking at your son. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” your son gleefully cheered.

Kou kissed the top of your head while whispering 'I love you'. Kou then whispered praises to your son as you walked out of the venue hand in hand, off to your home where you’re going to celebrate all the milestones in life.

[ecliptsukki]

bedhead beauty ❧ kuroo tetsurou, bokuto kotarou, tendou satori

navigation | music

➣ genre: pure fluff

➣ warnings: none, really, unless you count “comfort”

➣ a/n: lmao so the request i was working on got deleted by tumblr, twice. i need to work on the two requests, so hopefully tumblr isn’t dumb and i can post one of them tomorrow. this is for the people who need some comfort! you’re all very beautiful and handsome! don’t doubt yourself! love you all ♡

- it is notoriously known that this man has superior bedhead

- i mean look at him

- mMPh *drooling emoticon*

- he always wakes up with his rooster hair and you wake up looking like you’re sleeping beauty

- 100 years of sleep yet you arise from the sheets looking like you dropped from the heavens

- drowsily squints at you, as if he’s seen an angel i mean is he wrong?

- “you alright, tetsu?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes, adorably

- “what’s the goddess of beauty doing in my bed?”

- you shove him onto the bed and suffocate him with his two pillows, hiding your pink cheeks from his teasing

- “shut up,” you pout

- “lemme see my beautiful baby,” he makes grabby hands at you

- you think he’s just mocking you, but in reality, he actually thinks you look so perfect and he wants to smother you in a bunch of wet kisses full of love

- nevertheless, on a serious note, he looks hot with his bedhead and you look ethereally beautiful and adorable with your bedhead, and that’s not even mentioning how good you look on a daily basis

- ok but—

- once he showers and that hair gel dissolves into nothingness, his hair droops but is so gorgeous 

- he blowdries and combs it

- when you wake up the next morning, his hair is still down and the frizz from the wash is gone, leaving it a silky mess on his head

- you slide your hand into his hair and just feel the soft hair fall through your fingers

- his bedhead isn’t even bad

- kind of makes you self-conscious, but before you can start to worry, bokuto’s eyes are already locked on you

- with a groggy voice, “you look so beautiful, baby”

- his eyes are filled with so much admiration and affection, it’s heartbreaking, truly

- his hand reaches out from under the covers and strokes your cheek gently

- his morning-hazed attitude completely contrasted his usual crackhead energy

- in these moments, the raw love and appreciation he has for you really reveals itself

- he never wants to wake up seeing anything else but you and your enchanting self beside him

- like bokuto, his hair is always gelled upward

- not at home, though

- his natural hair is slightly wavy, making his hair look styled whenever it was let down

- his bedhead honestly looks like his natural hair but if he was modeling for some fashion magazine and was supposed to look hOt

- he usually always wakes up before you and just stares at your beauty

- you’ve expressed many times that you think tendou’s bedhead is handsome and he should style his hair like it once in a while, but to him, you’re on another level of beauty when it comes to bedhead

- you sleep gorgeously too. it looks like your right out of a movie

- your hair drapes a bit over your face and tendou will reach an hand over to use his slim fingers to tuck the stray strands behind your ear

- he lets his fingers trace your jawline and thumb graze your cheek

- you blink awake, slowly gaining consciousness. your blinks seem so animated, unreal. tendou feels like he can see every millisecond of movement: the way your glossy eyes are focusing on what’s ahead of you, the way your lashes flutter together when you blink

- the morning light slips through the cracks of your curtains, shining onto your smooth skin

- you’re sparkling

- “it’s my gorgeous fairy love,” tendou lets out in a scratchy voice

- you smile, cuddling further into his hand, humming in response

[mianavs]

toxic trait headcanons | hq edition

ft: kuroo, tsukishima, bokuto

a/n: part 1 of a three-part series. thought id try something new with characters i haven’t written for yet :)

—Kuroo Tetsurou // Manipulative

very subtle to the point that you never think about it too much

at the start, he showers you with attention and the two of you spend lots of time together until trained you to seek him out and depend on him

you stop seeing your friends and family because of the unhealthy amount of time you spend with him and eventually stop talking to them

makes your decisions for you and then convinces you that you’re the one that made them

whenever you give up and go along with whatever he says, you’re rewarded with a kiss, hug, or caress

when you become too occupied with work/school for his liking, he pulls away just enough to make you realize your mistake and seek him out

a simple touch from him is all it takes for you to stop whatever you’re doing and give him all your attention

during the times that you do rebel, he lets you but makes sure to sabotage whatever it is you’re doing so you realize that he was right all along

to test your devotion, he showers others with attention in front of you and is only satisfied when you’re crying and begging for him

“Why did you hug them?” you ask, voice muffled and an onslaught of tears threatening to spill.

“They’re just a friend, Y/N. Besides, you’re the one that suggested we spend more time with our friends.” he sighs, golden eyes narrowed into slits and a hand running through his already unruly hair.

“Ah—but! That’s not…I mean,” the argument you had falls apart when he turns around and walks away from you.

There isn’t a sight you hate more than his back and the further it gets the more anxious you get. The apology always stops him but he doesn’t turn around until you utter the most important words.

“You were right”

While you may not believe them right away, the comforting warmth his body emits as it surrounds you and his honeyed voice are enough to take in his explanation of his actions and convince you that he was right and you were in the wrong.

—Tsukishima Kei // Judgmental

not one to mince his words, he tells you things you don’t want to hear

what starts as straightforward sentiments regarding you turns into insults about your appearance, personality, and actions

he takes sarcasm too far and you grow to hate it

criticizing everything and everyone in an ongoing thing with him

you avoid doing things that will earn you a tongue lashing from him including going out, indulging in food, practicing your hobbies, and meeting friends he doesn’t like

doing everything to avoid his cruel words, you find that it’s never enough and learn to take his insults

after a while you too start saying hurtful things to him until the two of you end up arguing and it only ends when one of you leaves

just when you’re about to leave him, you realize that you’ve become just as twisted as him and stay out of fear that no one will be willing to accept new bitter you

“This is the last time I let you pick what we watch. Has your taste always been shit?” He snarls, angrily gripping the steering wheel.

“And this coming from the man that spends his time in a boring museum or playing in a mediocre volleyball team. Tell me, Kei, when will you accept the fact that you’ll never relive your high school glory days again.” You bite back hitting him where it hurts.

“At least I’m doing something that I like. You just bitch and moan about your shitty job and waste hours lying in bed on your phone. None of the guys you text would put up with you the way I do.”

“And you think that manager of yours would ever give you a chance? Some people actually have standards, you know.”

He’s quiet after that and you wonder if it’s because you found out about his unrequited feelings for his volleyball team’s manager. While it had worried you in the beginning, you relaxed when a couple of months passed and he never brought up breaking up.

As the two of you sat in his parked car, you found comfort in knowing that no one else wanted him the same way no one else wanted you.

—Bokuto Kotarou // Dependent

needs you with him at all times and complains when you’re not even if it’s because of work/school

you can never miss his games because he’ll always lose (sometimes on purpose)

needs your approval on all matters in his life both personal and professional

convinces you to quit your job and become his full-time manager after you return from a week-long business trip

has to hear/see you cheering for him after every spike

cannot see you around any other guys because he will make a scene

you can’t reject him and need to reciprocate any displays of affection with an equal or greater amount of enthusiasm

you suffer from poor self-care as a result of dedicating all your time to him

“I’m going to my appointment, Bo.” You call out after you zipped up your boots and headed toward the front door. “I’ll be back soo—”

His strong grip around your wrist catches you off guard and you turn to see him already pouting. “Why are you leaving me?”

“I told you I was having a spa day with my friend. It’s just a few hours, Bo.” You sigh and try to pull out of his grasp to no avail. He brings your hand to his cheek and closes his eyes as he rubs against it before pressing a kiss on your palm. You rub his head with you other hand in an attempt to placate him and hope it’s enough to let you go.

“Why don’t you let me go with you?” He suggests, bringing you into a tight hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I want to spend the day with you.”

“We already have reservations and everything but I promise it’ll be quick and we can spend the evening together! We can go where—”

“Do you even love me?” He pulls away from you and his tear-stained face fills you with guilt.

“Of course I do!”

“Then let me spend more time with you. I just want to be with you, Y/N. I love you so much I can’t stand being apart from you!”

He breaks down sobbing and you know there’s nothing you can do besides giving in to him. It’s only when you tell him that he can come that he stops crying and peppers your face with kisses before throwing on a hoodie and slipping on a pair of sneakers. He’s all smiles when he takes your hand and the two of you leave together like always.

[ticklygiggles]

And they were roomates | Haikyuu Captains

Sawamura Daichi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Kotarou, Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi

A/N: I didn’t know exactly which captains you wanted, but I did the basics because I love them *ugly crying* They're all grown ups living together, but this is probably a bit canon divergent, huhu. Thank you very much for the prompt, @cupcakedog2023​ I hope you enjoy this!

Polyrelationship if you squint, but not really. I want to thank my dear friend @ragewerthers​ because we've been talking about Daichi (and Iwa) lately so I felt very inspired to (destroy) write about him. I enjoy writing hc’s with you, my sweet friend *sobs* And I love Daichi.

Summary: Daichi has the best luck, (ahem, strategy), but it’s all gone when his roommates team up against him.

Words: 3,862 (hoho)

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Three loud groans and a soft displeased huff filled the entire apartment when Daichi threw his last card.

"You must be kidding me," Kuroo sighed, also throwing his (many) cards into the pile in the middle of the table and bringing his hands up to rub his face vigorously. Daichi was wearing a wide grin. "How many times already? Ten?"

"Eleven," Ushijima said and Daichi could only puff his chest proudly… it had been twelve times, but who counts? He does. "Look how proud he is."

"Are we going to have another round?" Bokuto asked, his smile bright, having way more fun than Kuroo, Oikawa and Ushijima all together.

"Hell yeah," Oikawa said, already gathering the cards in his hands and shuffling them with the experience of a croupier.  How he had that talent, no one knew, but it definitely made everyone look at his hands in awe. Even Daichi, who could only think about his twelve victories.

"I refuse to admit that Sawamura is the only one who can win this game!" He cried, throwing the cards to each one of them. "Even if Ushiwaka wins, I'll be happy." He pointed at Ushijima, who was sitting right beside him. 

Ushijima simply rolled his eyes and Daichi laughed softly as he took the new cards, spreading them between his hands. 

He didn't feel bad about winning. He had always been extremely good at board games and he was pretty sure that all of these former captains knew about it. At the end of their game nights, (usually on Fridays because they all had a day off on Saturday, thank god), Daichi would have mercilessly crushed each one off them - that's why they didn't gamble, the last time they did, Oikawa had to borrow money from all of them until his next payday. 

No one wanted to live up to that humiliation and it was the only time Daichi actually felt bad, so gambling was forbidden, but even with or without it, Daichi was invencible in every single game: Kuroo winning every now and then, Ushijima probably won one or two times before, as well as Oikawa, and Bokuto… well, Bokuto didn't care at all who won or lost, he enjoyed spending time with his roommates the most and his big smile was enough for everyone to keep playing until they gave up to beat Daichi. 

"Don't!" Oikawa yelled dramatically. It was his turn to throw a card and Daichi couldn't help but laugh. They had played for five minutes. Five minutes and Daichi had already screamed that word out, making the rest of the men cringe. "It's impossible!"

Uno! 

"Just throw it, Tooru!"

Kuroo had drawn almost all of the cards, he even had some on the table, Ushijima had three, Bokuro had around five of six and Oikawa, (Daichi really, really wanted to laugh), he only had two - Daichi didn't know what cards they were, but all of them knew he was going to win regardless, after all, he only had one card between his fingers. 

Oikawa sighed in resignation, throwing his card: a yellow two.

Daichi threw his own: a Draw Four Wild. 

"Ah, I was hoping for someone else to win," Kuroo sighed, almost pouting and crossing his arms above his chest. 

Daichi only smirked, seeing how Oikawa dramatically fell against Ushijima, a hand resting against his forehead as he faked fainting. "I am a disgrace," Oikawa said, sobbing quietly as Ushijima patted his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry I won," Daichi mumbled, gathering the cards again. 

"Don't say you're sorry if you are not!" Kuroo said with narrowed eyes and reaching up to pinch Daichi's nose. 

Daichi squeaked. "It's all about strategy!" He claimed, rubbing at his nose. "And knowing what cards to throw at the right time!"

"Yeah, yeah," Oikawa mocked from where he was still laying against Ushijima. "Do you want to show off your strategy skills, captain? Maybe you should give us all some tutoring?"

Daichi laughed. "If that is what you want…"

Oikawa gasped and he opened his mouth to say something else, but Bokuto's gentle voice interrupted him. "Maybe we should get some tutoring," he said and this time Kuroo was the one to open his mouth to speak out against that idea, but Bokuto continued talking. "After all, Karasuno did kick all of our asses back then, didn't they?" Bokuto said quite nonchalantly, a sudden silence filled the room and Daichi felt his heart dropping a little.

That was okay, right? That happened in highschool, right? All of them were working men already so it was in the past... Right? 

"Uh...," Daichi started but was cut off by a hum coming from Oikawa. 

"Kou-chan is right," he said, a dangerous smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Daichi blushed. "Karasuno did kick our asses back then, huh?"

Bokuto, perhaps not catching on what was happening, (perhaps actually knowing what was happening), nodded enthusiastically, his arm wrapping around Kuroo's shoulders, because he always felt the need to touch someone.  

"Ho?" Daichi's eyes quickly turned to look at Kuroo, who was also smirking, his sleepy eyes a bit dark and a perfect eyebrow raised up. "So we really are living with our biggest rival, eh?" 

Daichi gulped nervously, eyeing the four men around him. "Now, now," he said, trying to sound calm. "That was in highschool, guys. It's not like we're still playing for our teams, right?"

Right?

"Listen to this captain trying to calm down the team," Oikawa said and Daichi positively blushed to the tip of his ears. "Don't think that you can just brush it off, Sawamura. We hold a grudge."

Bokuto laughed at that, but Oikawa punched him in the arm, a playful smile on his lips, nothing compared to that savage smirk he sent back to Daichi. 

Daichi sensed danger, so his eyes slowly moved to look at Ushijima, expecting him to help him out of this situation, but he flinched when he found his serious brown eyes staring back at him. 

"Since Daichi is Karasuno's former captain," Ushijima started, his voice emotionless, but his eyes piercing holes through Daichi's face. "He should take responsibility and be punished on his teammates' behalf."

Daichi widened his eyes, his mouth dropping open. "Wa-Wakatoshi..."

Kuroo, Bokuto and Oikawa laughed and, as if Ushijima's words were the only thing they needed to do something about their former enemy, Kuroo launched at Daichi, not giving him the chance to try and escape. 

"No! Wait, aah!" Daichi squeaked when he was suddenly picked up and thrown over Kuroo's shoulder as if he was not more than a sack of rice. "T-Tetsu! You guys, hold- hold on!" Daichi protested, but Kuroo ultimately ignored him as the rest of them quickly followed behind him (and Daichi), to the living room. 

"Toshi already said that you should be punished, Dai-chan," Oikawa said with that lethal smirk. "So we are not backing up now."

Daichi sent another glance to Ushijima and he could only whine softly when he saw him nodding his head solemnly, Bokuto now wrapping his arm around his shoulders. He let out another squeak when Kuroo suddenly threw him against the sofa, they hovered over him for a few seconds before Oikawa and Kuroo were both pinning his arms up above his head. 

"W-Wait... I'm- I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean... to win?" Daichi tried to explain himself, his back arching up as he pulled at his arms. 

"What should we do?" Oikawa asked, ignoring Daichi's pleas. 

"Shall we punch him?" Kuroo said and Daichi gasped, widening his eyes.

"What?! Do you guys really hate me that much?!" Oikawa and Kuroo snickered and Daichi looked over Ushijima just one more time, but he only blushed furiously when he found the man looking at him intently. 

He was screwed. 

"So not punching?" Kuroo asked playfully.

"Not punching," Bokuto suddenly popped in. "This!" He said before diving in, his hands latching onto Daichi's sides, squeezing them up and down. 

Daichi flinched when Bokuto grabbed him, his body tensing, actually fearing to be beaten up, but he was extremely surprised when, instead of pain, he felt those sparks waking up his nerve endings.

"Aaah! Wahahahait!" Daichi started to giggle right away; to be attacked by something so low as tickling, the humiliation! "Puhuhuhunch me!"

The rest laughed, even Ushijima let out soft chuckles as Daichi giggled and began to squirm, pulling at his arms. 

"What?! That's so stupid, I love it!" Oikawa chirped as he got a better hold of Daichi's wrists, making him squeak when he pushed his arm a little higher, Kuroo following suit, causing Daichi to let out nervous giggles. 

"B-Bohohoho!" Daichi squeaked out, trying to twist his hips so he could turn on his side, but to his surprise, Bokuto planted himself on top of his thighs. "N-Nohoho! I'm sorry! I'm sohohorry!" 

Daichi was usually okay with tickle fights. He had had some with these four men before, but never the four of them at once! He was not sure he'd survive this, after all, he was aware that at least one of them knew about his most ticklish spot and, knowing them, they'd make sure to weak him up before finally going straight for that spot. 

Daichi shuddered as he tried to bite his lower lip to stop those giggles bubbling out, but he squeaked when Bokuto started to squeeze his waist and the giggles that had gathered in his throat came flowing loud and clear and the blush on his face spread toward his ears.

"Ah, so I remembered correctly!" Bokuto said excitedly. "Daichi has a ticklish waist!"

Oikawa hummed. "I didn't know he was ticklish there… nice!" He said, talking as if Daichi wasn't there giggling like a schoolgirl.

He knew he was in trouble - Oikawa, Kuroo and Bokuto were already fired up, but Ushijima was still there (embarrassingly staring at him), without doing anything, so Daichi managed to put the best puppy eyes he could and looked at him.

"W-Wahahahakatoshi!" He giggled, flinching when Bokuto found the right spot on his waist. "H-Hehehehelp!" No, more specific. "H-Help m-mehehehe, please!"

He should had known better, after all, Ushijima was the one who suggested the punishment in the first place, regardless, Daichi was still surprised when Ushijima mumbled with his low, deep voice::

"Try his stomach."

Daichi widened his eyes and he immediately sucked on his belly, as if that action would help him at all - of course it didn't: he let out a whimpery plea, but Bokuto easily raised his shirt up to his ribs and his fingers dug into the flesh of his stomach. 

"GAHAHaha! Wahahait! Wait!" He squeaked, the giggles morphing into loud laughs as Bokuto mercilessly vibrated his fingertips right in the center of his tummy. "Uhuhuhushihihihi!" Daichi didn't notice, but Ushijima's ears turned a little red. "Trahahahahitor!" 

"Ho?" Kuroo purred. "So Sawamura has a ticklish tummy?" 

"Try scribbling your fingers on the sides," Ushijima explained, his fingers wiggling slightly to show Bokuto how to do it. 

"Nohoho!"

"Why don't you do it, Wakatoshi?" Bokuto asked with a big smile, stopping momentarily to invite Ushijima to join, Daichi shook his head like a mad man.

"Oh! That's a splendid idea!" Oikawa beamed and Daichi fought against all instinct to look up at him, he didn't want to see Oikawa's big grin. "While Toshi wrecks Daichi's belly, Bo can move to his ribs!"

Daichi squeaked. "Pl-Plehehease! D-Don't be such s-sohohore losers!" 

It was too late when Daichi realized what he just said; Ushijima was already kneeling close to the sofa and his hands were poised against the sides of Daichi's belly, his fingers scribbling against the warm and tight skin. 

Daichi's reaction was priceless and everyone laughed about it: he arched his back and let out a slightly girly shriek before bubbly laughter bloomed out of his mouth. His heels digging into the sofa's surface.

"Ahahaha! Wakatohohoshi, wait! N-Nahahaha!" 

To Daichi's horror, little hiccups started to filter through his laughter and the cooing from above him only made him want to sink deeper into the mattress, but he arched up again when Ushijima started to vibrate his fingers against the muscles at the sides of his tummy, stealing more hiccups from Daichi. 

"Oh goodness," Oikawa whispered. "Try his ribs! His ribs!" Oikawa urged Bokuto who, thankfully, had stopped to just look over at Daichi with a bright smile of his own. "It's a very nice spot."

"Nohohoho!"

"Up here?" Bokuto teased, his fingers crawling like little spider's legs toward Daichi's ribs. 

"P-Plehehehease!" Daichi shook his head and scrunched up his nose at the little pokes, his tummy sucking in when Bokuto grazed his lower ribs, but it seemed like Bokuto didn't notice as he suddenly made two claws with his hands and started to vibrate them against his bones and in the spaces in-between.

Daichi let out a shriek before cackles poured out of his mouth, he was positively kicking his feet now, or at least trying to with Bokuto sitting on his thighs. His ribs were horribly ticklish, he only needed a poke there to feel his whole rib cage tingling.

Bokuto was now squeezing Daichi's ribs, making him jump and squeak, but he was not hitting those special spots that never failed to almost throw Daichi into hysterical laughter, but Oikawa knew and Daichi knew it was only a matter of time before he instructed Bokuto again. 

"Nice, Bo, but try right at the lower ribs." There he was.

"No! Nohohoho, Kou! Plehehehease!"

"Oh?" Kuroo and Ushijima mumbled curiously and Daichi could only beg between cackles. 

"Here?"

"Yes, those ribs are really sensitive. Just use your thumbs- yeah, like that."

"AHAHAHA!" Daichi wished that he couldn't feel the tickling against his tummy, too, but that, added to the new electrifying sensation of having his lower ribs massaged with gentle deep circles, he felt like he wanted to crawl out of his skin. 

His squirming got wilder and Bokuto, Kuroo and Oikawa laughed as they pinned him a little harder without hurting him - Ushijima just chuckled, his fingers moving with experience, (didn't they have a tickle fight like once?!); his thumbs digging into the soft flesh under Daichi's belly button, forcing a snort out, or perhaps it was the way Bokuto was vibrating his fingers against those horribly ticklish ribs. 

He didn't know, he just knew it tickled, but it was not over yet. He felt it in his belly, his insides doing little flips just at the thought of that certain spot being tickled and Kuroo hadn't done anything yet. 

"That's not all! That's not all!" Oikawa said excitedly over Daichi's loud laughter 

"Look at this!" He quickly pinned Daichi's arm with his knees, Daichi was so overwhelmed by sensations that he didn't even put up a fight when he felt a little bit of freedom on his arm. 

"No! D-dohohon't l-lehehet hihihim- AH! Ahahahaha, Tooru! T-To-ahahaha!" 

Bokuto let out a whistle at such reaction, but Daichi couldn't care less at the moment: Tooru was rubbing deep circles into his highest ribs and Daichi just couldn't stand the maddening sensation - the skin, the muscles, even the bones felt extremely tender and weak against the ticklish attention. 

Not only that, having Tooru's hands so close to his actual most ticklish spot had him in frantic hysterical cackles; his body slowly growing weak, his hips wiggling slightly and his torso trying to turn away, but it was not possible, not with all of that laughter pouring non stop out of his mouth.

"Hehe, I told you guys it was a nice spot!" 

"Stahahahap!"

"I'm not sure," Oikawa said, looking down at Daichi's laughing face, he was red by now, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and tears falling from the sides of his face. "Do you feel any bad?" 

"I d-d-ahahaha! I do!" He squeaked out in a hurry before another cackle could cut his words. 

"Are you learning your lesson?" Kuroo asked next, but Daichi didn't have the head to learn any lesson, he was laughing hysterically, snorts burning his nose and hiccups bubbling out of his throat. If there was a lesson to learn, he was not learning it at all, but he nodded, not wanting to cause any more havoc to himself. 

Kuroo chuckled. "Poor Daichi, too ticklish for his own good. Maybe you can have it in mind next time you decide to be a little shit, huh?" 

Daichi shook his head. "I'm sohohohaharry!"

"I think you are lying," Kuroo purred and Daichi feared for his life. "That's why I should teach the rest, where's your weakest spot, hm?"

Daichi shrieked, his tired body regaining some force. "NAHAHAHAT thahahat!"

"Heee?" Bokuto and Oikawa said, Ushijima only looked up at Kuroo with a raised eyebrow. "So Daichi is not the most ticklish on his ribs?"

"AHAGAHAHAD, plehehehease Tehehehetsu, dohohon't!" 

"Of course not," Kuroo said, pinning Daichi's arm with his legs, as well. "Daichi's weakest spot is right here," he said, suddenly digging one finger right in the middle of Daichi's clothed armpits. 

Daichi went so wild with such gentle touch, he almost threw Bokuto off, but Ushijima held him by the shoulder, stabilizing him so Bokuto could properly sit on Daichi's thighs again. Oikawa was laughing at him. 

"Uh-uh," Bokuto said, his fingers back to Daichi's lower ribs. "This is going to be good."

"Brace yourself, Dai. Here I go!"

"No! Nononono- NAHAHAHA!" Oikawa gasped when Daichi suddenly threw his head back, howling with laughter. 

Kuroo wasted no time, he sneaked his hands under Daichi's sleeves, touching the smooth skin with his fingertips before digging, wiggling and vibrating against the exposed armpits, into the hollows and right in the center where Kuroo knew Daichi was the most sensitive. 

Meanwhile, Daichi was going crazy. He was howling desperately, all of his weak spots being tickled at once was something he hadn't experience before and his mind was going blank, he could only focus in the sensations and how it tickled so fucking much. 

The vibrations against his armpits, the massages against his highest and lower ribs and he was almost sure that he felt a shy raspberry being pressed against the side of his tummy before fingertips were clawing at his muscles. Oh goodness, Ushijima was actually blowing raspberries against his stomach! 

Daichi thought he was going to die. 

"STAHAHA-" it was the only thing Daichi could manage out before his laughter turned silent, his body shaking heavily with each laugh. 

"Daichi, does it tickle too much?" Oikawa asked, not slowing down at all. Daichi nodded weakly, jumping when Kuroo found a particular sensitive spot. 

"Do you want us to stop?" Kuroo mumbled and Daichi nodded again, throwing his head back with a salient cackle when he definitely felt and heard another raspberry, this time right against his navel. 

"Poor Dai," Bokuto sang. "Too ticklish for his own good." Daichi nodded one more time, not caring anymore about saving some face to these mean boys.

"Okay, that's enough," Ushijima said, lifting his hands away from Daichi's pink stomach. The other three followed him, bright smiles on their lips as they watched Daichi still laughing until he regained his voice and was giggling tiredly, his body trembling slightly. 

"I'll bring some water," Kuroo said, lifting himself from Daichi's arm, Daichi was too weak, so he just kept his arm up above his head. 

"Are you okay, Dai?" Bokuto asked, perhaps a little worried as he placed Daichi's shirt back in place, not without making him flinch and bark out a nervous laugh when he moved his hands too quickly. 

Oikawa chuckled. "Calm down, we have finished. Do you feel okay?" Daichi took a few breaths before nodding softly, a little smile curling his lips.

"I'm g-gohohood," he said, his voice hoarse after laughing so much. "N-Nohoho more," he pleaded with bright eyes and a funny smile. 

"Yes, no more." Oikawa nodded, pulling Daichi's arm out from under his knees and gently helping him to lower both of them. Daichi let out a giggle when Ushijima grabbed both his hands and helped him sit up, Bokuto placing him against the backrest of the sofa.

He felt boneless and a bit heated up, but he didn't mind when Bokuto sat too close to him at his right, Oikawa collapsing right beside Bokuto. Ushijima sat by his left, also a bit too close and Daichi didn't notice when he had gotten that magazine, but he thanked him shyly when Ushijima started to fan him with it. 

When Kuroo came back with the glass of water, Daichi took it gratefully and drank it in one sip, Oikawa was nice enough to take the glass out of his hands and place it on the little table in front of them. 

Daichi let his head fall back. Damn, he was tired and he still felt some phantom tickles all over his torso, making him twitch softly and smile lightly. That was intense, but, even so, he couldn't really say he totally hated it.

He sent discreet glances at the men resting by his sides and his heart fluttered a little when he noticed their little pleased smiles. They seemed happy - ah, could it be because they actually got their revenge on him? 

Daichi felt his cheeks heating up. They didn't really hate him for that, right? They've been living together for a while now and everything was going perfectly fine, so it wasn't like that… was it? 

He softly cleared his throat and flushed even more when the four of them turned their head to look at him, Oikawa and Kuroo moving forward a little. 

"Are- are you guys really upset at me?" He tried to look at each of their faces as he sunk a little deeper into the backrest. 

Ushijima, Oikawa, Bokuto and Kuroo exchanged a look and Daichi let out a shriek when he felt fingers suddenly digging into his ribs, tickling him again.

"Gahahaha! N-Nohoho!" He was surprised to find out that Bokuto and Ushijima were the ones doing it. 

"Dai-chan is so silly!" Oikawa laughed softly. 

"Of course we are not upset at you, Daichi!" Bokuto chirped, going for Daichi's waist again. 

"We just wanted to tease you! We don't actually hold a grudge against you, silly Daichi!" Kuroo laughed too, reaching up to ruffle Daichi's hair. 

"Mn," Ushijima mumbled, also moving down to tickle the other side of Daichi's waist. 

"Plehehehease! S-Stahahap! You sahahahaid no mohohore!"

"You should be punished for actually thinking we were upset at you," Kuroo threatened and Daichi squeaked, shaking his head a little. 

He would never admit that he felt his heart flutter at that, his face turning bright red as he felt a wave of relief rushing through him. 

"O-Okahahay! I'm sohohorry!"

"Shall we hold him down?" Oikawa asked, already getting up. 

"No!" Daichi shrieked, wrapping his arms around his torso and trying to push those hands away. "Not nahahahaw!"

"Hoo?" Kuroo hummed. "So later?"

Daichi was stuck with four tickle maniacs and they already had found their victim. If he was happy about it, he kept it deep within his heart. 

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Autumn leaves || K. Bokuto

Hello everyone ! Here is another Haikyuu HQ server collab :) Please let me know of you guys can see this, last time o uploaded it it bugged. Anyway hope you guys will enjoy this and here is the link to the masterlist.

September 20

The soft pattering of the raindrops on the window felt like a comforting lullaby that whispered into his ear. It kept him trapped into his slumber, the comforting irregular melody trapping him under its spell.

It wasn't the warmest day of the year, that could surely be said for the man unconsciously nuzzled his face deeper into the covers to get away from the chill that tickled his body. Then again, sleeping without a shirt on and only in a pair boxers wasn't exactly the best pick for a pyjama on a september day.

As he was slowly waking up bit by bit one of his hands slid over matras in search for the source of warmth he'd cuddle up to each morning before waking up, only to find nothing but an empty spot next to him a very light trace of warmth still there.

It was a sunday, so usually it meant that there were no plans for that day but to sleep in and enjoy each other's presence.

Slowly peeking open one eye, Bokuto glanced at the empty spot next to him while grumbling. You were supposed to be there next to him, like usual, but it seemed like you had already gotten out of bed. Not too long ago, for your warmth was still present on the spot you once were.

The blinds were closed, yet if he peeked through the small gap he could see the rain covered window and how the dark clouds overtook the once blue sky making him feel like it was in the late afternoon.

The man inhaled sharply before rolling over onto his back, his arm thrown over his face with the other still in the empty spot next to him before he sighed loudly and stretched his limbs. Bokuto for the love of god could never stretch like a normal person for he always let out this loud groan that sounded like a bear screaming out in pain.

But really, was just your 6 feet tall boyfriend waking up.

Slowly creeping one eye open, Bokuto let his eye get used to the light. Everything was still fuzzy and blurry, he felt like his eyes might of have been glued shut for how heavy and sticky they felt.

A sound coming from the hallway made him poke his head out of the covers to take a look at the door. The footsteps got more silent with every step closer to the door. When they halted, Bokuto could hear the door very softly creak open before catching a glimpse of your (h/c) hair poking through the door followed by your face.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him up, well still drowsy and it was clear that he was still tired and hadn't completely had a grasp on reality yet. "Ah, you're awake already? Weren't you tired from yesterday's practice?"

Bokuto pushed himself up, his hair falling in front of his eyes, and started rubbing his eyes trying to rub the sleepiness out of himself. A very inaudible raspy noise left his throat before a smile made its way onto his face. "Mm, s' yesterday. T' was cold" He said before pulling the big fluffy blankets closer to his body.

A chuckle left your mouth as you walked towards his side of the bed and sat down next to him, your hand settling on his cheek causing him to press his face further into you touch before grabbing your wrist and pulling you forward. Bokuto pressed his lips against your own and hummed softly, hand cupping your face lovingly and the other one snaking its way down to your thigh.

Kissing him was like taking the first bite out of a warm freshly made campfire s'more. The extremely sweet aroma immediately overwhelming your tastebuds and making you giddy and excited for the next bite to come. Yet, after a second or two the warm comforting feeling of the warm marshmallow warming up the inside of your warmth takes over and you can't help but melt into its touch sinking deeper and deeper into the addicting sweet warm taste.

With a sigh of content, Bokuto parts his way from you and looks into your eyes with a big grin on his face. Before you even get the chance to react, he already dipped down to place a quick peck on your lips to top of the kiss he had just given you before.

“Happy birthday, my love"

You whispered, cradling his face in your hands with your cheeks still warm from the aftermath of the kiss. Humming softly when Bokuto wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to cuddle you closely, you pressed your nose into his neck and left some feathery light kisses on it.

You earned a chuckle from the man that currently had you trapped into his arms and squealed when he quickly threw you next to him on the bed and hovered over you, attacking your face with smooches while his hands were digging into your sides and armpits. The laughter coming from you had his heart melting and it didn't take long before he connected his lips with yours again this time the kiss lasting a little less longer than the one before.

For a few seconds it was just Bokuto staring down at you with eyes in awe. I mean yes, he currently was sitting on top of you with you trapped between his legs and your hair a mess due the fact you had been trashing around to get free from his hold but god you were so fucking beautiful and he loved you so fucking much.

"Kotarou get off! Your ass is crushing meee I can't feel my legs" You whined with a giggle escaping your mouth that you were trying oh so hard to hide. "Your breakfast will get cold and I'm not making you a new one."

Once again Bokuto laughed but finally gave in at the mention of you having made breakfast for him. He climbed off of you and held out his hand for you to hoist you off the mattress with a quick tug on your arm he had you up on your feet with an arm slung around your shoulder. He swayed a bit at the beginning, for having gotten up too quickly for his own good and his head felt very light.

The wooden floor was cold especially after just having get out if bed and not having any clothes on but for a pair of boxers. Goosebumps rose on his skin and the man could be seen visibly cringing at the feeling of the new temperature hitting him. He would do nothing rather than stay in bed all day long, but it seemed like you weren't gonna let him stray from your side any time soon today. Especially with how you were excitingly guiding him towards the living room and showing off the big birthday breakfast you made for him that included all his favorite even from some of the countries he had visited.

The fact you had been able to remember warmed his heart, almost radiating enough heat to warm him but but not quite yet for he was still slightly shivering from the cold.

"It tastes wonderful, babe! S'good!" He said with his mouth stuffed with the contents of the plate. You loved Bokuto, you really did, but his eating habit were,,special. A small trial of grease from the bacon glistening underneath the kitchen lamp currently running down his chin and all the crumbs sticking to that said trial of grease made you cringe at the sight of it.

The fact he didn't even bother to wipe it off was..

Grabbing a napkin from the napkin holder that was placed on top of the kitchen counter, you crumbled it up before stepping towards Bokuto and turning his face your way. "I swear sometimes i feel like a mom having to take care of you, Kou your whole face is covered babe!" You laughed, wiping away the food stains on his face only to be wrapped up in a pair of strong arms immediately.

“That's cause i know you'll always be there to take care of me, even if you act like my mom." He said with a grin, eyes still half closed. It seemed like that man probably hadn't had enough sleep yet, after all you do recall him saying yesterday's practice was kinda intense and the fact he went out drinking with the boys afterwards wasn't necessarily s good addition to that.

Putting the napkin down, you took his face in your hands and squishes his cheeks together, just slightly. "Tell me the truth Kou, how tired are you my love?" You whispered, softly running your thumbs underneath his eyes to calm him down.

Even though his hair was already flat from yesterday's shower, you could easily see the man deflate at your question. Why exactly this had triggered his emo mode, you didn't know but atleast you knew what to do and say if it got bad.

The pout on his face and his eyes getting a little glassy made you frown yourself.

"I'm sorry for being such a useless boyfriend..you probably had all these things planned for today but i'm just a tired piece of no good. You should probably go out yourself and leave me be.." Bokuto said while pressing his face into your chest, the arms that were wrapped around your body getting tighter.

When Bokuto was tired, he'd always seem to go into his emo mode a little faster than usual. No matter how big or small the reason he'd always find atleast something to sulk about, but only if he was really tired and his emotions were spilling out of the grasp he had on his brain.

Smiling softly, you tangled your hand into his hair and used your other one to softly run over his back. "Today is your day Bokuto, its okay if you're tired. To be quite honest with you, i'm still a bit sleepy myself and could also use two hours of more sleep so..what if we got back into bed, took a long nap and afterwards we'll watch a movie on the couch with blankets and cake and tonight we'll take a warm bath together hm? Does that sound nice, Kou?" You whispered in his ear, your fingers gently running over his ear shell before you pressed a soft kiss on his temple.

“I love you”

Giggling while you grab his now empty plate and glass to put them in the dishwasher you smiled. “I know you do, i love you too very much Kou. I’m very glad to have been blessed with meeting you and loving you and be loved by you, so thank you for all these years and may there be many more to come.” You said while walking towards him, wrapping your arm around his arm and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

The way Bokuto’s face lit up almost made you believe his hair was about to go straight up by itself. It was the smile he gave you whenever he scored a point in volleyball with his very first instinct being looking for you sitting in the bleachers. The smile he gave you whenever you greeted him at the airport when you came to pick him up and he spotted you among the crowd holding a “welcome home” sign in whatever language of the country he traveled to. The smile when he first got to hold your hand,

The smile whenever he realized just how in love he was with you and how badly he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and only you by his side.

So holding you close in bed, with you nuzzled into his chest with his arm wrapped around you securely nose pressed into the top of your head and legs entangled, Bokuto wish he could be like this for the rest of his life. The two of you had never talked about marriage, but thinking about him being able to call himself your husband.. sounded like a sweet honey dripping down his ears.

“You okay? Thought you wanted to sleep?” You mumbled, very close to falling asleep yourself.

Bokuto smiled softly and hummed, pressing your head back down his chest.

“Never been better”

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domus (epilogue)

a/n: alright, we’re trying this ONE more time before i give up for the week. seems like tumblr tags are having an issue! but anyways, some anons in the past asked for a sort of epilogue/bonus scenes so i wrote down a few as a birthday present to you all. thank you for all the love given over these months!! stay safe, healthy, hydrated and rested. 

wc: ~2.4k // part of the domus universe

First date:

“Where are you taking me?” You ask with a grin creeping onto your face. Your eyes capture the blur of the buildings, accustomed to the warm hand laying on your thigh. The appendages squeeze your flesh in a teasing manner, causing you to look over at the man behind the steering wheel. There’s a ghost of a smirk gracing his complexion, and you imagine there’s a twinkle in his gaze behind his sunglasses.

“Do I have to remind you about what a ‘surprise’ means?” He replies and you want to smack him across the arm.

“It’s our first official date, and the only clue I have is the 2 bento boxes by my feet. Are we going on a picnic?”

“Not quite. Be patient,” Keiji playfully scolds, causing you to huff and pout for a bit.

You’re still only 70% sure when he shows off his parallel parking skills, turning the wheel with one hand and another on the back of your seat. It’s slightly concerning how much you miss his touch, but perhaps it’s somewhat resolved when he walks around the front to open your door and offer a hand. You place a wrapped bento in his free hand and grab the other one for yourself, letting him drag you for a block or two.

The surroundings become more and more familiar until you finally spot the large characters on the wall of the building. You send Keiji a curious look and he just sends you a soft smile, walking around the border, through some back alleyway that you didn’t realize existed, until you’re within the walls of your high school. The nostalgia crashes over you, almost having you feel out of place for not being in uniform. But minutes later, when Keiji whips a key out of nowhere and unlocks one of the many side entrances, leading you up the stairs, you find yourselves on the roof.

Zephyrs whip around your figures until Keiji tugs on your hand towards the direction of the wall, the slight overhang of the structure providing some shade and recluse from the sun. He sits against the concrete and dutifully unwraps the meal he so nicely made this time, and you can’t help but lean over and peck him on the cheek. It’s full of delight and unbridled affection, so much so that Keiji can’t fight the slight blush rushing to his cheeks.

You hum around the food in satisfaction (because of course, Keiji is also a decent cook, it’s not fair for someone to be so good at so many things!), munching for a few minutes before asking, “Why here of all places?”

Keiji’s eyebrows furrow somewhat before the wrinkles smooth out. “I’d always wanted to have a meal with you out here when we were still in high school – but there was never a good way or time to ask, and I didn’t want to weird you out.”

“I would’ve said yes, you know?”

“Now I do,” he chuckles. “Eat up, you’ve had a long week.”

Keiji takes you on a mini-tour of sorts, pointing out the classroom he was in and where he sat. He still remembered where Konoha’s desk was, and though Bokuto wasn’t in the same year, he could still tell you which seat was the ace’s. The two of you exchange more stories about your years here, calmly walking down the stairs until he takes you to the gym. The squeaking of sneakers and yells of teenage boys become louder and louder, but before Keiji can push back the flap of the door screen, you tug on his hand.

“Are we allowed? I feel like we’re intruding.”

“Coach knows I’m here – how else did you think I got a key?”

He brings you in before you can protest again, making sure to stay out of sight until there’s a quick water break. Only then does Keiji make his presence known, politely greeting his old coach and exchanging laughs and smiles. He makes sure to introduce you and you quickly bow, unable to contain the smile when Keiji regards you as his girlfriend. The coach makes some small indication that you seemed familiar, and then introducing Keiji to the team. Some of their eyes light up when they hear about him being the setter during the reign of Bokuto Kotarou. It’s endearing, watching your boyfriend meld back into an element of the past that he so fondly misses.

About ten minutes later, the two of you wave goodbye and leave the premises, but not before Keiji makes a cheeky suggestion to go back to his former senior classroom and make out on his old desk. You ignore the flare that ignites in your gut and attempt to hide your fluster with a roll of your eyes. Instead, he pulls you into a secluded corner and crowds over your, leaving you nowhere to run.

But when his lips meet yours and his hands grasp your waist, you can’t imagine having it any other way for a first date.

First night sleeping in bed together

It’s a bit of an accident, if you’re honest. Usually, you’re always able to make it back to your own apartment. But then after the movie was finished and you were two wine glasses in, the alcohol in combination with the shit Friday at work depleted you of all energy. Keiji, ever the doting boyfriend, picked up on your lethargy pretty quickly. He stands from the couch and merely smiles when you whine at the loss of body heat, and with little trouble, carries you bridal style to his bedroom.

“I can take the futon, mmk? He whispers as he makes room for your body, setting you down gently on his mattress. Memories stir of your impromptu visit two years ago as he tucks you in. Despite your best efforts, a wide yawn creeps past your lips as you snuggle into his pillow, letting his scent wash over you.

“Sleep with me,” you murmur, patting the empty space next to you. Keiji can’t help the flutter of his heartbeat at your invitation.

“Are you sure?”

“You’re being silly. We’re dating now, the futon is a no-no,” you sleepily chide. Keiji looks down at himself to make sure he’s wearing clothes that’s comfortable enough to sleep in, then at you for confirmation again. When you’re still wiggling your fingers on his grey sheets, he succumbs to his desires and slides underneath the layers.

Keiji lays on his side facing you, struggling to hear anything over the pounding in his ribcage. You have a hand bent up near your face and the other in front of your chest, quiet breaths leaving your body. He mimics your posture and returns the small grin you give him, brushing away the strands that look slightly displaced.

The calmness that eases into his chest is a feeling he’ll never get tired of. It’s exactly what he’s dreamed of experiencing for the last few years, the serenity in falling asleep next to the person you love. He feels incredibly lucky to be here, in this time, with you of all people. In fact, he hadn’t felt that tired earlier, but exhaustion was quickly approaching him. Before Keiji can fully pass out, he makes sure to intertwine his fingers with your free, upturned ones, squeezing slightly as a gesture of affection.

And when you tighten yours in reply, Keiji closes his eyes in peace.

When Keiji confesses just how long he’s been in love with you

Your first year dating with Keiji simply flies by, and it feels like time won’t slow down soon. Initially he wanted to take you to some fancy sushi restaurant for your anniversary, but when you showed up at his apartment the night before listing all the ways your interim manager was being completely asinine, he figured you just needed something a little more comfortable and calming the next day. So he settles for taking you to your favorite ramen restaurant, the same one he ordered from for you three years ago. It’s small yet intimate – after all, you’re more than wise to understand the significance of this establishment and what it means for the two of you.

You’re quiet on the way home, a little too quiet if Keiji is being honest. Even though you’re just looking ahead of you, there’s a faraway, pensive curtain over your gaze. You’re not holding his hand as tightly as you usually do, and Keiji’s worried that he did something wrong. Maybe he was supposed to take you somewhere nicer, pamper you like the royalty you are, buy roses, gift some jewelry—

“Do you want some ice cream, Keiji?” You ask, ripping him from his mental spiral and pointing a thumb at an ice cream stand.

“Sure,” he nods, and to his dismay, when he fishes out the correct bills, you’ve already ordered and paid.

“Don’t give me that look,” you gently scold after thanking the worker and handing him his cup. “You paid for dinner.”

“It’s our anniversary, I should be paying for everything.”

“Not because you want to?”

“I want to as well, but—”

“And I wanted to pay for the ice cream, Keiji,” you chuckle, proving your point. “I appreciate the gesture though. Come on, there’s a park over there. Let’s go sit at the bench.”

It’s easy to fall into the small talk again, though you seem to think about your answers more. There’s a weight to your words, a carefulness that seems foreign to how candid you usually are with him. The worry returns and sneaks through his veins – he wants nothing more than to just blurt it out, but that’s pushing you and he shouldn’t do that—

“Keiji, you’ll be honest with me, right? You’ll tell me the truth no matter what?” You inquire abruptly, voice timid and hesitant.

Keiji shifts his body to face you better, ready to give you his full attention. Your questions alarm him a little though. “Of course.”

“Okay,” you say, chewing your bottom lip. “Are…areyoutiredofmeyet?”

As soon as the words are rushed out, you’re looking at anything but him. It’s impossible to hide from his stare of disbelief. Things just have been going so well, you couldn’t help the insecurity that was becoming known again. Yes, you’ve healed from the events of breaking up with Kuroo – but that didn’t mean there was a big, glaring scar across the heart on your sleeve. In times like these, it sucked the light out of you and you just needed some validation.

“Look at me,” he gently prods. You’re defiant, shaking your head. But as you always do, you surrender to his touch, succumbing to the pressure that of his hand against your cheek. It’s soft in its cradle, his thumb tenderly caressing over your cheekbone.

“What makes you think that I’m getting tired of you?”

When you show signs of defiance, Keiji leans in closer until his forehead rests against yours, but remains quiet. He wants to give you time, but also let you know that an answer is imperative.

“It’s…nothing specific, really. Just some lingering fear,” you mutter and wring your hands. “It’s happened before, so I guess I wanna make sure that I don’t mess up again or something.”

He shakes his head, mentally listing all the ways he can make you feel more secure in this relationship as time goes on. Keiji figured this was going to happen at some point, but he’d rather it didn’t. The last thing he wanted you to ever think was that he didn’t love you enough – even after all these years, he only feels that his love has reached immeasurable amounts, and it still continues to grow every day.

“I’ve loved you all these years, and I feel like that at the end, we still haven’t spent enough time together. I don’t think you realize how much I want eternity with you,” he whispers, fingers moving to brush your hair away. “You’re everything I want, and I can’t imagine this with anyone else.”

A watery chuckle leaves you. “You’ve really picked up some flowery language from work, haven’t you?”

“The shoujo manga department is just down the hall, I guess I’m bound to pick up something,” he jokes back. “Doesn’t detract from the fact that I mean every word though.”

“…I’m gonna seek validation, alright? It’s inevitable.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m gonna ask you things like, ‘Do you love me?’ or ‘Are you bored of me?’, and I’ll just need a yes or no most times.”

“Well, I’m hoping that I’ll be good enough so that you won’t even have to ask. But okay, I can do that.”

You surge forward and wrap him in your arms. “Thank you, Keiji.”

“Of course. You ready to head back?”

You let him drag you up by the hand, nodding in affirmation. Things are comfortably serene for the first few minutes – Keiji notices that your eyes seem more alive and brighter, a definite contrast to what they were before. But you’re gnawing on your bottom lip again, what’s on your mind now?

“So…um, what was that thing about loving me for years?” Math might’ve not been your strong suit, but you’ve only been together for a year and years is clearly plural…

“Ah, I guess I can’t hide it anymore,” Keiji sighs, though it’s more lighthearted than anything. “I started liking you my first year of high school, and then realized I might love you sometime during my third year. Hasn’t changed since.”

“…so even in the years when I was dating Tetsurou?”

His smile morphs into something gentler and more bittersweet. “More subdued since I accepted we might never be anything more than friends, but then everything happened and you unexpectedly called me to ask if I had dinner yet…I didn’t want to sway you in your decision, but I just wanted to show how much I’ve treasured you all this time, nothing more.”

“Sorry for making you wait,” you apologize with a pout and a squeeze of his hand.

“You don’t need to apologize – I consider it more to be lucky than anything. Incredibly, ridiculously, unnervingly lucky.”

“Well, I hope we have more lucky years ahead of us.”

[okamarinosuzoki]

Dating Spot (KotaHina)

also available on ao3 :)

When Aizou had entered the living room, he had been so mad to see that there was another couple in his house he decided he wouldn't leave them alone as if they owned the place. Not this time. And especially not when he could clearly recognise one of his brother's friends.

So he had sat between them, ignoring their gasps of surprise, and had started to steal from the bowl of popcorn on Kotarou's laps.

Half an hour later, he was regretting his decision.

“What do you mean it's a stupid movie? You're the one who chose it!”

“How was I supposed to know it was going to be this boring?! And what's wrong with changing now? Or is it because you like it?!”

“No!” screamed Kotarou, blushing, and Aizou could tell that he actually loved the movie. He wasn't Yuujirou though, he wouldn't judge his taste (or at least he wouldn't try to).

Hina looked like she wanted to scream some more, but during the last few years she had learnt other ways of convincing Kotarou. The easiest one being simply pouting and asking him to do what she wanted and he would agree so fast she wondered how he could be so simple-minded.

So that's what she did.

Ignoring Aizou between them, she leant forward and gave Kotarou her best puppy-dog eyes.

“Can't we just watch something else? Just for tonight, next time you'll get to choose the movie.”

“... You always say that but you never let me choose,” he said weakly and they all knew she had already won.

“Pretty please?” she added and when Kotarou sighed and nodded, Hina gave him her brightest smile, taking his hand to thank him.

She didn't let go for the rest of the movie.

(Between them, Aizou could only stare at their hands, wondering when his life had become so weird that his brother's friend and his girlfriend were holding hands in his laps, as if he didn't even exist.)

[babiedeku]

hello po, hehe, i don't know if you want crack but can i req bokuto, hinata, or yaku reacting to their s/o who's afraid of roaches 😖 (takot ako sa ipis eh lalo na pag lumipad) i just want to see their possible reactions and also i appreciate your works po 💖🧡💙💛 gbu

babie hello !! pero omg no need to say po when talking to me skdjfh and and i only did bokuto’s since i haven’t written for hinata and yaku yet, i hope you don’t mind 🥺 also i think i strayed a little far from the req :’(

a/n: i just hc that bokuto has a room in his apartment or house where he exercises

taglist | @wakaitoshi @kaidasen @pretty-settersquad

words: 269

warning: one cockroach

team | b. kotarou

“k-kou, can you help me?” your voice wavered, calling out for him from the living room.

bokuto, as quickly as he could, set down the weights he was lifting. “’course, baby, but what’s -” he walked into the living room to see you frozen on the couch, staring at the coffee table where a cockroach was scuttling about.

he had to hold back his laughter, but he had to admit that he love that as strong and independent as you can be, there were still moments that you needed him.

“kou, don’t laugh.” you pouted, eyes pleading. “please kill it.”

“don’t worry, babe, i got this!” bokuto beamed, his slipper already in hand. but as he was walking toward the coffee table, he hit his knee, causing the cockroach to fly and flutter down on his bicep.

“kou, it’s - “

bokuto lifted his golden gaze onto you. “i know, (y/n). i think you know what you need to do.”

gasping, you shook your head, in denial, but you were already gripping a rolled up magazine. “i-i can’t, baby, there has to be another way.”

“do it already, (y/n). for me.”

“i love you, kou, i’ll make sure your memory lives on.” you nodded solemnly at him, and then brought the magazine on his bicep as hard as you could. and with a soft ‘splat’ you saw that the roach was dead.

“i think i need a bath,” bokuto laughed a little at your disgusted expression. “wanna join me?”

“no.”

that made him pout, whining a little. “but, baby, don’t i deserve a reward for taking one for the team?”

[dammitlogan]

Adoring Saturday Mornings | Bokuto Kotarou x Reader

wc: 500

Rare mornings like this were your favorite. They happened once in a blue moon because of your boyfriend's eccentric personality. You loved him with all of your heart, but you wish he'd allow more moments like these. For now, you'll just relax, and soak up the moment.

The sunlight kisses the room gently; you can feel it through your closed eyelids. Bokuto's strong arms are wrapped loosely around your waist. His head is tucked under your chin, and his hair tickles your neck. Your hands are tangled in his hair, gently combing through the strands. It was so soft. His breath fans against your collar bone, and you're thankful he isn't snoring. Your legs are intertwined with his, your cold feet resting on his calves. You take in a slow, deep breath which leads you to yawn.

Bokuto shifts, nuzzling further into your chest. His arms stretch, but don't leave their place on your hips. His head quirks up a bit. His lips brush against the skin of your chin before he yawns deeply.

"Morning," you giggle. He greets you as he yawns. His arms now leave your side, stretching far above his head. He lets out a satisfactory sigh as his back pops. After this ordeal, his arms happily wind around your waist. He snuggles back into your chest with a smile. He tightens his arms around in a happy hug. Your hands find a way back to his hair, and you brush through it once more. He hums in contentment. In return, he draws shapes on your back with his finger tips. You lay like this for a while, but your discomfort causes you to shift.

"As much as I'd like to stay like this forever, I really need to pee," you whisper. Bokuto whines, but releases you. You kiss his head before leaping out of the bed. As you're in the bathroom connected to the bedroom, Bokuto continues to whine for you. You laugh at his cheesy childishness. Your head peaks out from the bathroom doorway after washing your hands.

"Wanna help me make breakfast?" You would go back to sleep with Bokuto, but it was already 11:15. He pouts, but nods. "M'kay. Then, come on."

He makes no effort to move.

You raise an eyebrow at this. You step further into the room. Standing at the foot of the bed, you gaze at your boyfriend's form. His limbs are stretched out on the bed, and he stares at the ceiling with a blank face.

"Bokuto?" you ask, pushing his foot with your hand.

"(Y/N), I would love to help you, but...." He looks up at you with puppy eyes, and a pout. "I don't wanna moveeeeeeee," he whines. You roll your eyes playfully.

"I'm not carrying you," you laugh as you exit the room. You hear him whimper from the other room.

"Why not?!"

[the-secret-garden-library]

So, until I finally have a chance to sit down and actually write out a decent “Get to know me” post, I’ll add in little tidbits of info about myself (if I remember that is lol)

Or y’all can ask me questions, that’s okay too!

(((This was a piece that I had originally worked on for another blog that I had been a part of until the main writer and owner of the blog ended up chasing me off, which just helped to fuel this blog!)))

“I need me some jealous Bo! Please!!! Like His crush seems to be getting too close to whoever (Kuroo maybe) and he just gets incredibly jealous and they get to his place (make it college AU please) and kinda end up having kitchen sex ??? On the table??? Is that good ? Can you do that? Thank you in advance ❤

Oh, for the jealous/kitchen sex Bokuto ask, can you make the girl/reader small and chubby and cute ? (It's okay if you say no, just asking ^^)

Since this wasn’t quite specified for either headcanons or a scenario, I’m going to go ahead and do these as a headcanon set just so y’all can kinda get a taste for how I do NSFW just in case if y’all want to give any feedback on it! 

Also, if there is ANYTHING similar to what happened last time when I posted something containing a “chubby” reader, you better believe that (REDACTED) and I will have a discussion about what to do with similar requests in the future.”

~ Jae ~

Bokuto Kotarou

For someone who is normally what people consider a major social butterfly who was fairly easygoing, you would never think that Bokuto was capable of having feelings of jealousy

At least that’s what you thought before the two of you started your friendship

Though you had to give him credit as he still acted the same as usual, still the energetic and bubbly guy you’ve known since freshman year of college

And with that comes with Bo’s friends, mainly Akaashi and especially Kuroo

You loved them both dearly, but holy crap they could be a little more than even you could handle at times

But you, Bo, and Kuroo were all basically joined at the hip since the moment y’all met

Even going far enough to rent out a three bedroom house near your college campus as a group of roommates

And initially this didn’t pose an issue to any of you, rather it seemed to be the perfect arrangement for basically the world’s greatest and longest sleepover lol

However even at times the best laid plans come to expect problems

Especially during the hellish Finals Week

As the three of you focused more on your studies and with different class times, it was rare to be able to find time for the three of you to hang out at the same time

And with Bokuto’s volleyball practice schedule (as he was an athletic scholarship recipient) it really didn’t permit him extra time to be at your shared apartment

So imagine his shock when he found you sitting up asleep on the couch, legs curled under you as Kuroo’s head used your plump thighs (HIS nap pillow mind you!)

All of you definitely know how Kuroo sleeps

He literally has tried to, unconsciously mind you, shove his face into your soft stomach like he would his own pillows, arms firmly wrapped around your waist

Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time that this had happened

Now Bokuto knew for a fact that nothing was going on other than just that

But seeing the two of you situated like that while he wasn’t there had a tendency to play upon his mind and his self confidence quite a bit

And with the stress from practice and finals week, it ended up being a bit too much

So imagine your surprise when he basically hauls Kuroo off of you with a growl and all intents and purposes dumps him outside, in his tank top and boxers, the door like the kitty cat he is and locking the deadbolt

Bo’s back is still turned to you when you call him out, asking what’s going on

He’s completely still as you cautiously approach him

But before you can even touch him, he whirls around and grabs you, molding your small, soft body against his and seemingly squeezes you with every fiber of his being

That’s when you finally notice just how much his body is shaking, especially when he buries his face in your hair and attempts to cover you with as much /him/ as possible

Which frankly giving your small stature, isn’t all that hard to do

Finally coming to terms with the reason of his sudden outburst, you gently pull yourself just enough from his grasp so you can look at him properly

Can you say major big time pout much?

He’s definitely embarrassed from what you can tell by the look on his face but the gathering tears in the corner of his eyes stuns you quite a bit

You knew about Bokuto’s tendencies for major mood swings when his emotions tended to run wild when you became friends

That, and his tendency for extreme neediness when he happened to be in one of those moods

Luckily you’ve had enough practice with his moods that you already lead him to sit down at the kitchen table, always keeping a hand on him and murmuring words of affirmation and affection

However this time Bokuto seems different, your usual way of calming him down and bring around the usual Bo not working like usual

Before you can even blink though, he’s already pulled you into his lap and is holding you by your hips

You shiver as you feel Bokuto press his face into the base of your neck, nuzzling the soft, sensitive skin there.

    “Hey Kou? What’s wrong?” you ask as you try to pull back from him so you could actually look him in the eye. You have to bite back a whimper as he refuses to look up and instead chooses to draw you even closer to him.

    “Koutarou, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Adjusting yourself to sit better on his lap, you begin to lightly play with his hair. Playing turns into gentle kneading as you wait for him to open up to you, lightly working out the stress knots in his neck and upper back and you can feel him slowly start to relax. Suddenly you feel his lips moving against your neck and you jump.

    Bokuto pulls just far enough away from your skin to be able to talk clearly.

    “Sorry…” he murmurs, lifting his head to rest it on your shoulder and stares into the kitchen behind you. 

“I… when I saw the two of you like that I…” he trails off as he tries to focus on his breathing to steady himself, “...I got jealous. Like, really, really jealous and I don’t know why and I know that it was stupid ‘cause it was just you and /Kuroo/ and that’s normal and I see it all the time but this time it just felt really weird and different and I didn’t like it, I /don’t/ like it.” 

He has you in an iron grip at the moment, obviously intending for you to sit there and /stay/ there like his life (or pride) depended on it. Bokuto licks his lips, the motion making his light stubble scratching the sensitive skin on your neck and tickling you.

As you put the pieces together, you slowly come to a conclusion that up until this point you never thought that it would ever be possible but even still you just had to, /needed/ to check and see if it could be true.

“Kou, look at me” you ask, your racing heart attempting to break free from your chest, “Please Koutarou?”

Slowly he loosened up his grip on you and turned to face you but still his eyes refused to meet yours.  And if the prominent rosy hue on his cheeks and still present pout were any sort of indicator, you figured that you knew exactly what the answer would be to your next question. 

“Kou, when you said that you were jealous of Kuroo…” you hesitated, trying to find just the right words to say, “Could it be that you have a thing for me? Koutarou, do you have feelings for me?”

He flinched which only confirmed your suspicions but you still wanted to hear it from him.

His blush spread to his ears, shining brightly against his hair.

“I...uh… Yeah, yeah I do…”

“Real...really?” You managed to squeal out, suddenly feeling much warmer than you were just a moment ago, obviously whatever Bokuto had was quickly growing contagious. 

“I...I, wow, I had no idea Kou…”

“Ah haha, really? I thought I… I mean that's okay! That was a good thing… I think?” He was beginning to quickly deflate, the melancholy starting to slowly crawl into his entire being.

Bokuto gently slipped you from his lap and into the chair next to his before jumping up, turned as if to go.

“I'm just… Sorry, I just remembered that I had somewhere i needed to do a...thing at. I've got to go”

Before he had a chance to turn an walk away, you jumped at him and grabbed his hand.

“Bo, wait!” 

He barely had a chance to turn to look at you when you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him down, pulling him into a somewhat messy and ill-aimed but heated kiss.

It was like a switch had flipped in Bokuto.

He growled, covering your hands with his much bigger ones as he began to kiss you back with an almost bruising fervor. A hand snaked into your hair and he pulled gently, easing your head back to expose your throat to him as he kissed his way down your jaw, nibbling down the expanse of your neck and leaving hot opened mouthed kisses along the way.

Bokuto backed you up against the kitchen table, reaching behind you to shove last night's attempts at homework and studying to the floor.

Suddenly he ended the kiss, pulling back to study you with those liquid honey eyes of his.

“Yes or no?”

“W-what?” You gasped out as you tried to clear your head a bit from the lust-driven fog in your mind.

He pulled back a little more out if your reach which made you suddenly feel just how warm he was from the sudden loss of his body heat.

“(...), I mean do you want this, want me as much as I want you, yes or no?” His eyes captured yours and the serious look on his face, the one very similar to his Ace face, helped to sober you up some more about what was happening.

But you have had enough already, the once seemingly firm flood gates had finally been allowed to burst open and had no chance of closing again.

“Fuck, Bo, I…” You looked at him, tossed all your cares for that day out the window, and threw your arms around his neck to press your body and your lips firmly against him.

You rolled your eyes when you felt him smile into the kiss and little puffs resembling his hooting escape, but even you had to smile in the end.

Bokuto picked you up to lay you down on the now clear table and started to work on your neck to leave his marks on your skin.

Somehow you had managed to sneak your hands up his chest and was currently in the process of undoing the buttons on his shirt. You ended up getting frustrated at the slow pace, especially with how Bokuto had started nipping and sucking at the base of your neck while one his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips, so you ripped open his shirt the rest of the way and sent buttons flying while you yanked the shirt off of him.

He was forced back a bit when you yanked the shirt off of him and the smouldering look he gave you only fanned the flames.

“Oh? Impatient are we?” Bokuto cocked an eyebrow at you, the huskiness of his voice making you shiver down to your toes.

You scoffed and shot him a look before you grabbed hold of the bottom of your shirt and yanked it over you head, throwing it...somewhere else where you knew that you were going to have to hunt for it later.

But at this moment in time, you could have cared less.

“Less talky, more nakey”, you ordered, hurrying to undo your pants and slide them down your legs,  much to his very shocked and bright red reaction. You smirked at the very obvious reaction in his pants thanks to your much more freed choice of clothing options.

“U-uh, yeah… Yeah just give me a sex-...second!” Bokuto stuttered, his brain obviously going on autopilot and what little instinct that he had in that particular fun area. He kept fumbling with his belt buckle and had started to think about just trying to shove his pants down, belt and all.

That was before you decided to take pity on the poor guy and grabbed him by his belt. Your deft hands made quick work of undoing the cumbersome thing and pulled him flush to you, wrapping your legs around his hips to keep him there.

The low moan that slipped from his lips made you flush with desire, his hot and impossibly hard cock nestled snug against your core. His hips stuttered into yours as your fingers grazed the skin above his underwear before he, finally getting impatient, yanked them down and almost tripped in the process.

Which lead him to be face to face with your warm, pink cunt. And in that moment, Bokuto was convinced that it had even *winked* at him.

“Kou~”, You called out to him, trying to get his attention after he hadn’t moved for a few moments. 

You braced yourself for what you were about to do.

You reclined back on the table, twisting just so in a way that you thought would look seductive and slowly opened your legs more, slipping a hand down to play with and and tease your pussy directly in front of his face.

He visibly gulped, his eyes flicking back and forth between your own gaze and what you hand was currently doing. He inched forward, falling to his knees almost like worship before you, and closely watched how you would touch yourself. One of his hands slowly came forward and you jumped at the first contact of his cool fingers on your burning hot flesh.

You jumped as soon as he started to explore you, your own hand coming back up to pinch and pull at your nipples while he began playing with your body. 

Bokuto slid a hand down the outside of your leg, marveling at how soft your skin felt, pressing trailing kisses up the inside as he propped it up on his shoulder.

“Fuck you feel so good” he groaned as he massaged the back of your legs.

You blushed and squirmed at his kisses that did nothing but dumped fuel on the fire that was burning deep within your belly and making you even more impatient from how slow he was going.

“Bo, you know I’m really loving the fact that you’re worshipping me like you are, but for the love of god, hurry it up or I’m going to leave and finish on my own!” you howled. 

Hooking the leg that he had been paying homage to around his back and pulling him closer to you, you showed him just how wet you had grown and he could see your sex quiver from desire and arousal.

“Awww… I wanted to savor it a little bit more” he said, a playful grin growing across his face, as he nuzzled into your thigh. However the look you gave him after that made up his mind for him and he started to run his thumbs up your slit exploring how wet you were before licking from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit moaning as he went. 

You gasped as he flicked his tongue over your clit his fingers playing with your pussy as he explored you getting you opened up enough to be able to fit him in. Your hips jumped up as he slowly slid a finger and and looked for that small bundle of nerves before hitting it hard as he smashed his tongue against your clit. Your hand shot to his head your fingers and hands taking hold of his hair and pulling him even closer. 

He worked at opening you up with more fingers, adding one after the other as soon as he felt that you were ready to take them all the while playing with that small bundle of nerves with the tips of his calloused fingers and fervently sucking and licking your clit. He could tell that you were getting close to something as your legs started twitching and your thighs started closing in on his head. 

You were so close you could feel it coming quickly and you were almost there… and then he decided to pull away pushing your thighs apart and pushing them back towards you almost folding you completely in half. 

“Kou!”, you cried out, wanting to yell something, anything!, at him you were so close and it made you so annoyed, but the look on his face as he looked down on you from where he was at that you knew that if it had continued he would have more than likely finish the same way without actually getting to the main event.

“I know ____, I know! But if I kept doing that I, uh…” Bokuto blushed, shuffling closer so you could see just how hard he was. A thick line of precum had beaded at the tip of his visibly throbbing cock and had begun to slowly roll down the underside of its thick head.

“O-oh…” you murmur, finally realizing why he had stopped. You took a good look at him, his thick cock hard enough to reach upwards, bobbing with his every move and every time his pulse jumped.

“Ah, yeah so…” you weren’t looking at him now, the realization of what was finally happening after so long hitting you like a semi.

Bokuto began to deflate a little, feeling a little lost as to what to do now, especially with you not looking at him directly.

But he was definitely surprised when you suddenly surged upwards to grab him by the arms and pull him down to properly lay on top of you. You snuck a peek, looking for his eyes for any sign of any doubt he may have had, but all you saw was his soft look that was slowly giving way as he leaned in to kiss you again.

Which you gratefully accepted, wrapping your arms around him as he moved in between your legs.

“Let me know if anything hurts, okay?” he murmured against your lips, reaching a hand down to grab hold of his cock to rub it against your clit and lower lips, coating himself in your slick.

You moaned into his mouth, squirming  against him as he rocked against you, “Just go slow, okay?”

He nodded and clasped himself firmly in his hand, guiding it until it finally met your soaked hole and gently started to push in.

Bokuto gently rocked his hips until he was fully seated in you, pausing to catch his breath and stave of his orgasm from how incredible you felt while also giving you a chance to be able to get used to how thick he was.

You felt so incredibly full that you gasped and grasped at him and pulled you down til his face was resting in your neck.

“Bo…”  you rasped out, feeling him suck lightly on your neck and massage your soft curves as he tried to get you to relax underneath him.

You shivered, his every movement that brushed against your body sent tremors down your spine, especially when his hips would stutter and area just below his pelvis started to mash itself snug against your clit and sent shocking bursts throughout your body.

“Kou, please, please move!” you began to beg as your hips started to push against his, seeking that delicious friction that he unknowingly was teasing you with, “Koutarou, I’m okay now, I promise”

“You sure? I don’t want to make you if you need more time…” he searched your face, still refusing to move.

“Bokuto Koutarou, if you don’t stop worrying about me so much and actually start making love to me I swear to god I’ll push you down and ride you as hard as I can”, you growled. You wrapped your legs around his waist and used him to pull yourself up against him to grind down on him to emphasize your point.

He gulped, but you could see that his pupils had blown, the black almost overtaking the gold as he pulled back to look at your pouting face.

“Gotta save that idea for later on apparently…” you giggled to yourself as you watched him raise himself up before pulling out of you.

The harmonious moans that were ripped out of your throats as he thrusted back into your warmth filled the nearly quiet apartment and spurred Bokuto on even more.

You gasped as he started up a steady pace and he lowered his head to take a bouncing nipple into his mouth and sucked.

“You feel so good ____, so wet and warm for me. I can feel you sucking me in” he moaned around your nipple, “You really wanted me and my cock that badly, didn’t you?”

It wasn’t a question. Or at least if it was one, it was one that he knew the answer to already.

“Oh Kou, shut up and fuck me” you laughed, rolling your eyes as a smile crept upon your face.

“Yes ma’am!” he laughed and brought you in for another searing kiss. Bokuto slipped an arm behind you to pull you closer as his thrusts became more rhythmic, cradling you to his chest as he rested his face in your neck.

You arched against him, your breasts rubbing against his muscled chest, sending jolts of pleasure rushing through your body.

“Oh, f-fuck yeessss” you moaned as your hands slid down his broad back to grasp at his waist to help guide his movements. But mainly to get a few handfuls of that delicious looking backside of his, not that you’d tell anyone. 

Yet. 

He cursed when he felt your nails sink into his back and scratch as you let out the most sinfully dirty sounds after he happened to hit one spot in particular deep within you.

“Fuck, I want you to do that again” he choked into your skin, his warm breath on your neck making you burst into flames. His hips stuttered as he tried to find that one spot again, pushing harder as he felt your walls begin to quiver around his cock.

Bokuto adjusted his stance and, angling his hips to thrust down deeper into you, found that spot that made you mewl before.

You barely had time to suck in a breath before having it all tumble out of you as he started pounding away at that spot.

“AH! Ah a-ah Ko-Koutarou!” you screamed out, slowly losing your mind as he kept hitting spots that made your legs quake, “More! I need you, Kou, please, please give me more!”

“Fuck, don’t say that or I’m not going to be able to last much longer” he pleaded, his hips slamming into you now as he mashed his thumb against your clit and jerkily swirled the rough pad of his thumb around it. Bokuto was hunched over you, your arms still barely able to reach the back of his neck to pull him in for another bruising kiss, your breasts distracting him with their bouncing.

Hot, open mouthed kisses made your mind hazy and you could feel your body start to tighten, your legs wrapping around his waist and locking behind him. You could feel the pull from before rushing in, making you taut and tense.

And then he hit that one spot, rubbed your clit the right way…

And suddenly you were floating.

Bokuto heard you let out a small gasp before your pussy seized his cock and, making a sound like a screech owl , thrusting once, twice before crushing you into him before snapping. His hips rocked against yours as he came, thick ropes of warm cum spilling deep into you.

He said your name like a prayer, smothering you in kisses as the two of you came down from your individual highs.

After a few minutes the two of you look at each other, still bashful, but soon started to laugh.

“Did you seriously do that?!?” you giggled, pushing back the sweat drenched hair from his forehead to look at him better.

“I didn’t do anything!” he protested, his pretend pout losing the battle against the massive grin that was currently at home there.

“Mmhmm, suuure you didn’t” still giggling, you pulled him down into another, sweeter, kiss and to enjoy the moment.

Until you realized that you two were still on the kitchen table.

That you had just had sex on for the first time.

The communal table.

Oops.

“Alright big guy, you’ve got to get off me” patting his shoulder to get him to move so you could get up, “We’ve got to get this mess cleaned up”.

Or so you thought.

“Alright, alright. I’ll help you pick things up.”

You really should have paid more attention to what he was doing exactly.

The next thing you knew, you were being slung over his shoulders and carted off back towards his bedroom with him gleefully groping your ass.

“KOU!” you squealed, trying to sound like you were mad at his antics but you knew that he had you figured out when you felt him turning his head to bite the skin of your lower hip.

He dumped you unceremoniously on his bed before shutting the door and returning to finish his promise from before. 

“Now…” he purred, pulling you to the edge of the mattress before sinking down onto his knees and pulling your legs apart, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt oozing with his cum.

“Where were we?”

Meanwhile, Kuroo was still sitting outside in his underwear, luckily having the chance to snag his phone before the door had been shut on him.

“About fucking time, better damn make it count stupid owl” he muttered, scrolling through his phone as he got comfy on the cold tile.

[trashfor-imagines]

The Music Series: Haikyū!! Edition! | 6

A LITTLE MESSED UP ft. Bokuto x Reader

Summary: Short story: You’re the life of the party, but sometimes you accidentally on purpose get out of hand and surprisingly Bokuto’s always chooses to take care of you. Warnings: Alcohol. Smoking. Drunk behavior.

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Music blared loudly through the bar. The band playing had a bit of a pop vibe to them that made everyone dance around. It was a Friday night which meant konpa. This was a tradition your friend group participated in on almost a weekly basis, barring exam time. It was different than a traditional konpa. Instead of an izakaya, the group, fluctuating anywhere between twenty to forty people, frequented the same seedy little bar in Shinjuku where the only five employees were friends of someone in the group. It was known for having live musicians, usually in the indie, DIY, punk genre and being frequented by mainly college students. Everyone loved listening to loud music to let off steam.

You had a particularly difficult week and had been looking forward to getting absolutely smashed. You’d gotten some scathing remarks on a review you’d written from your Classical Literature professor that was pretty crushing and your boss at the publishing company you worked at went in on you for not being more available - despite having explained twice already that you were an active college student. Then there was the fact your mother wouldn’t stop calling you just to chat and your next door neighbor was an old woman who lived alone and seemed to always need help with something and your big old heart just couldn’t say no to either woman. Honestly you were constantly running out of spoons and you wanted someone to take care of you.

Drinking game after drinking game, you played them all. Win or lose, as long as you were having a good time, you didn’t care. It was past midnight now and trains had long stopped running. You were dancing in circles with a group of girls you knew, arms in the air and bouncing rhythmically to the beat. Opening your eyes, you scanned the blurry sea of faces around you. You didn’t see him so you just keep dancing. It wasn’t until the band stopped playing and house music played, did you make your way over to the bar to order a beer.

Blowing the bartender - a boy you had classes with a few times - a kiss, you took the glass bottle with you as you meandered to the small enclosed back patio. It was deserted save for a person who was headed back in. You made a motion with your fingers to your lips and he passed you a cigarette before disappearing inside, the shutting of the door barely muffling the sounds of music and partiers. You stepped onto the bench carefully, sitting down on the back of it. The cigarette sat between your lips and you closed your eyes, feeling the cool night breeze that rushed through the city’s alleyways. Tonight was a great night. Tomorrow morning not so much. Your brows suddenly furrowed, realizing you didn’t have a lighter. A blast of music signaled that someone had just joined you.

Opening an eye, you couldn’t help the blush and lazy smile that appeared on your face upon seeing the man before you staring at you with a familiar and intense gaze. He was definitely drunk. Bokuto Kotarou was two types of drunk. First he was a charismatically loud and fun drunk, and if you got enough drinks in him, he would become serious and if he had his eyes on you, completely romantic and passionate.

Reaching up, he plucked the stick from your lips and placed it between his own. Slowly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a matchbook, fumbling slightly until he could light it. He stomped out the match, taking a single drag of the smoke before giving it back to you.

“It’s bad for you.”

“Then don’t enable me,” you replied, taking a drag.

“Like I could say no to you,” he scoffed, turning to sit down on the bench and carefully inserting himself between your legs. He pulled your legs over his strong shoulders and relaxed, gripping your thighs to keep you from accidentally falling backwards.

“Bokuto, take me home,” you whispered.

“In a little bit. It’s only two. Since it’s almost the end of their shift, the guys want to play a few more drinking games with the staff before we go.”

Finishing your beer and cigarette, you and Bokuto walked back inside and sat on the couches where the drinking crew sat. After several rounds of Pin-Pon-Pan, you were officially thrashed and could hardly keep up. Your owlish savior excused you for the night and the two started the long trek home across Tokyo to his apartment. He had switched beer out for water long ago, lying and saying it was vodka every time you asked him. You were quite the difficult to handle type of drunk, constantly side tracked and absolutely bratty, full of demands. Despite it having been two years since the two of you met, you hardly changed from when you first met.

A boy you knew from one class had brought Bokuto to the third ever konpa your freshman year of college. There was almost an immediate spark and the two of you were all over each other, even going to his apartment afterwards. The morning after, you didn’t stick around and disappeared. He came to the next konpa, the same thing happened, and the two of you agreed that as long as you were both into it and were single, this could keep happening. The rest was history after that, and that’s how Bokuto became your weekly dick appointment.

You still caused this man the same problems as always. Bokuto, however, matured in a sense. It depended on the situation really, but he was more serious about certain things, like his career. He decided he wasn’t going to finish college. Instead, he was going to try out for the Black Jackals after this semester. He remembered how after he told you his decision, you had acted quite recklessly at the following konpa, more so than usual. You had said some nasty things to him, kissed a stranger, and had been such a nightmare that friends asked why he even bothered with you. He simply smiled at them and, when you passed out in a booth, took you home and put you to bed. That’s what confirmed to him that you cared about him and this realization made him feel even more strongly about you.

“Bokuto, why don’t you fix your roots?” you asked, reaching up to touch his hair. At first he attempted to swat your hand away before finally lacing his fingers with yours, trying to keep you from falling behind.

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Let me fix it for you. It was so cute when it was growing out.” Your free hand joined your intertwined ones, gently grasping onto his wrist. Pressing your lips to his bicep, you peered up at him. He was so handsome and tall and-

Looking down he smiled at you. “I’ll think about it.”

You grinned and your gaze wandered past him to the store window and your eyes widened, a burst of energy escaping you as you pulled him over, wanting a better look at the dress in the window. “Look how cute it is. Do you think it’d suit me?”

He watched as your eyes sparkled and he couldn’t help smirking at you. “You look good with or without clothes. Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing.”

You narrowed your eyes and playfully slapped at his shoulder. “You dog.” Looking back at the dress, you sighed, “This store’s so expensive. Let’s go.”

The two of you continued on your way. It had barely been another fifteen minutes when Bokuto realized he was basically dragging you. He sighed, realizing you were getting exhausted. Peering back at you over his shoulder, he stopped walking, casting his gaze upward as if to ask God why. Your eyes were closed, head tilted back.

Opening one eye, you smiled at him. “Piggyback, please.”

“Come on, (Y/N), I’m tired too,” he pouted.

Stomping your feet you frowned at him, “I said please though!”

He sighed and squatted down enough for you to hop onto his back. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“No, you don’t,” you replied dismissively, climbing on.

Bokuto reached back and gave your ass and firm slap before standing up straight. “If I didn’t, then how do you explain why I always put up with your nonsense?”

“I hate you,” you pouted, resting your chin on his shoulder.

He sighed, "When are you going to finally admit you love me?”

“When you mean it,” you mumbled.

“Silly girl, don’t you know I mean it every time?”

By the time you made it to his apartment, you had sobered quite a bit. The two of you cuddled up on the couch in your underwear, making out and watching Japanese game shows between intimate physical moments and sweet whispers. You didn’t want to bring it up, but you’d been thinking of what he said when he was carrying you the entire time. Don’t you know I mean it every time? It was hard for you to digest.

He was a very honest guy, but you spent years digging in your heels when it came to having feelings for him and becoming anything other than friends-with-benefits. You remembered he hadn’t been mature or serious enough for you when you first met. He was that fun guy; the one you fooled around with, not married. You had been nursing a broken heart from a high school sweetheart at the time as well, deciding that you weren’t ready yet and you certainly weren’t going to date the first guy you slept with after your break up.

But you weren’t broken hearted about that boy anymore, and he wasn’t an immature goofball anymore. For the first time, during the span of knowing him, you opened your eyes that night and re-evaluated him; how he always seemed to be the one to take care of you, how whenever you freaked out on him he stayed by your side. Bokuto was always there for every meltdown and he was always the one you thought of when you needed someone to help you fix your problems. It’s why you can’t stand the idea of him leaving school for pro-volleyball. It feels like he's leaving you and... You never want to be without him.

Oh fuck.

Like clockwork, you woke up first with strong arms wrapped around you. Stretching out, you carefully slipped from his grasp. He slept like a log for the most part so it wasn’t difficult to make your morning after escape. You managed to shower, find the aspirin, and make a pot of coffee before you headed home. Setting some aspirin and a glass of water on his nightstand, you took a marker from his desk and wrote on his hand before pulling on your clothes as you walked out the door.

Several hours passed before Bokuto awoke. Groaning, he turned to his side and saw the empty space where you’d been and sighed. Just once he wished you’d actually stay long enough for him to wake up to you. As he reached up to rub his face, he paused at seeing the black marks on his hand. Fully opening his palm, he stared in disbelief.

I love you.

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