#pro athlete bokuto

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Chapter 4

🎋The footprints he etched on the earth

Prequel : 🌌The stars he left in the sky (can be read as a standalone)

Summary : The stars he left in the sky are nothing compared to the footprints he etched on the earth. or when you meet bokuto koutarou and wonder if you’ve ever truly known beauty before him.

Warnings: time skip setting, manga spoilers, slight smut (explicit / suggestive but no details), swearing, ex!oikawa

Words count: 6.3k

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“What? Wait-” You hear Osamu groan a little, probably not out of annoyance. He goes to the back room and returns with a chair, then puts it near you before extending his hand. “Get up, ya’ll be better here.”

You don’t complain nor thank him, you just sit.

“So, what’s goin’ on with ya? Ya look tired, man.”

He crouches down in front of you, resting his cheek against the palm of his hand. From up close, you realise how warm this man is. His smile, though a bit boyish and mocking, makes you feel safe.

You’ve experienced these kinds of moments in your life where you know you have no choice but to open up. There’s no other way, whatsoever, you can only choose to tell him the truth or to run away. And the second option would be weird since you’re in your shop.

You sigh, “I used to date this guy back in high school. We broke up. Well, I’m fine with that now, but still I’m scared to commit to someone else… It wasn’t a problem, until now.”

Osamu doesn’t move an inch, waiting for you to continue. “Because there is someone I like but I don’t even know what to tell them or show them or-” you’ve quickened your words without realising it. “I don’t even know if they’re single of not.”

“Well, I’ve been here before.” The brown-haired man gets up. “And we could talk hours and hours about this but let me tell ya somethin’, ya’ll never know until you ask. Wanna know if they’re single? Ask ‘em?  Afraid ya’ll be a bad girlfriend? Tell ‘em. If they’re a good person, they’ll figure it out with ya. Otherwise, they’re just a piss of shit and ya don’t deserve a piece of shit.”

It’s simple, extremely simple, but it sounds like the realest thing you’ve ever heard in your life. You feel your muscles ease, even slightly, and the frown that’s been held on your face, you didn’t know you had, releases. 

“I know, easier said than done. But I swear, yer just wastin’ time and energy by overthinkin’ everythin’. Sometimes, ya just need to let go a little for things to be right again.”

“But- but what if he has someone?”

You see the light in Osamu’s eyes gleam a little. Knowing it’s a man tightens the possibilities and he’s probably dying to know who it is (especially since you hang out with the same people).

“If yer talkin’ about my brother, then I can tell ya he’s single. But I’d recommend givin’ up on him anyway, he’s a jerk.”

You must have made a face of slight disgust because Osamu starts laughing. He crosses his arms over his chest after that, “whoever he is, I’m sure he’ll be more than honoured to know ya have a crush on him. And if he already likes someone, then it’s his loss, and ya’ll move on. Ya’ve been here before; ya can survive this again.”

When you get up, you almost step towards him to hug him, but there’s this modesty in you that freezes you. He’s the one to move; he holds out his fist to you, and you bump it with yours.

“Oh and before I forget, can I have five eggs, please? That’s why I came in the first place,”

“Sure, wait a second.”

You hurry to give him what he needs.

“I have some éclairs left from today, want some? I want to thank you, for… you know… not letting me root on the floor.” You offer.

He smirks, “The number of tourists comin’ in the street has doubled since yer here so I should be the one thankin’ ya. If ya died, my business would be impacted.”

You lift your eyes to the sky and hand him a delicate china plate with two coffee éclairs.

You see the hesitation in his eyes but after a moment, he shakes his hands respectfully, “Nah, thank ya, I shouldn’t eat sweets. The weddin’ is in two weeks, I need to fit into my suit.”

“Just buy a new one, it’s fine.”

“Airi would be mad as hell, we chose our fits together, to be matchin’ ya know.”

You raise an eyebrow, “why would you match with Airi?”

“’Cause we’re gettin’ married,” he answers as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “To be honest, I didn’t really care about that stuff, but she really wanted the colour of her dress to look good with my suit.”

You almost choke on your saliva. Your heart misses a beat, or two.

Did you hear him right?

“What-what did you say?”

“That I didn’t really care whether we match or not but-”

You don’t let him finish. There’s urgency in your voice, “no, no before.”

“I’m gettin’ married to Airi? But ya know that, right? We sent ya an invitation.”

Your mind empties out.

“Oh that.. I didn’t open it.” You want to look sorry, to apologise. But you don’t care right now. All you can think about is how you’ve mistaken everything, how you’ve pushed Bokuto away because you thought he was the one getting married to Airi. You were wrong, wrong about everything.

“Man, that shit is expensive.”

“But I thought she was getting married to Bokuto!” You finally snap.

Now, it’s Osamu’s turn to make a face of disgust. His brows rise and his lips turn into a weird shape. “Why would ya- oh gosh…”

“What do I do now?” You start panicking. “I need to tell him.”

“That ya thought he was marryin’ my fiancée?”

“Please enough with that.”

Osamu’s laughter explodes from his chest.

“This isn’t funny.”

“This is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Shut up, shut up. I feel so stupid, oh my god… What’s his address?”

“Ya know they’re sleepin’ in Tokyo tonight before leavin’ for Poland tomorrow mornin’, I think they’re on the bus now. ‘Tsumu said they’d leave after pickin’ up the cake.”

“I have to go.”

Osamu doesn’t stop you. You don’t ask him why, but he’s oddly understanding of your situation. Maybe he’s been there too, you can only wonder.

You book the first available train, not thinking about logistics, just knowing that you need to get there.

 Osamu drives you to the station. “I’ll ask ‘Tsumu for the address of the hotel.” He promises as you board. “Go get the guy.”

You smile a bit.

The landscapes pass by the windows, fields of rice turn into skyscrapers and the closer you get to Tokyo, to him, the more panic slams into you.

What the hell am I doing? You want to curse yourself for everything (getting the whole situation wrong, not asking Bokuto, and now, leaving your shop in the middle of the evening to run after a boy).

You shift in your seat, over and over, hands gripping the fabric of your pants. This is ridiculous. Chasing after someone like this? It’s dramatic. It’s reckless. It’s something straight out of a bad romance movie you used to watch in your teenage years, except you’re not sure if this will end with a kiss or with you standing awkwardly outside of a hotel while Bokuto stares at you like you’ve lost your mind.

Osamu finally sends you the address. And you groan, burying your face in your hands. Your friend better be right about the hotel. The last thing you need is to crash into the wrong reception desk demanding to see someone who isn’t even there.

The ride feels both impossibly long and too short. By the time you arrive, your nerves are frayed to the point of breaking. The hotel is bright and modern, you want to step inside but decide it’s better to stay in the fresh air (because it feels like your lungs could blow up at any time).

Minutes stretch endlessly while you pace the floor restlessly.

This is insane. You’re insane. You should leave.

You’re about to bolt when two figures appear.

The first man is tall, and composed, with dark hair and delicate features that make him look quiet and older than he probably is.

The second man is Bokuto.

You push yourself toward him before you can mull over the words you’ll tell him.

“Hey-uh-Koutarou?”

You went for his given name, though you’re not sure if you deserve to call him so casually, but it seems like you couldn’t mouth it otherwise.

He lifts his head slowly, finally noticing you. His eyes widen for a second before something guarded flickers across his face. He’s confused, maybe still a bit hurt.

“Can we talk?”

The dark-haired man beside him glances between you two before giving Bokuto a nudge. “You should go Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto exhales, rubbing a hand over his face before murmuring. “Yeah. Okay.”

You smile shyly at Bokuto’s friend before following the taller man.

The walk to his hotel room is quiet. But not the comfortable quiet kind. The heavy, long kind that makes you hyper-aware of the sound of your own breathing and his loud steps.

The moment he swipes his keycard, and the door clicks open, you step inside.

It’s calm. Too calm.

Bokuto shuts the door behind him, and for a long moment, he just stands there, staring at the floor. He doesn’t want to meet your gaze, and you find yourself craving golden light more than you ever had.

“So-hm-was that Akaashi?”

He nods but then sighs, “What did you come?”

It doesn’t sound mean or suspicious. Coming from him you know it’s more of a “why did you come to see someone as lame as me?”

“Yeah-so…” It’s hard, almost physically hard, to get the words out of your chest. You look down at the floor, then up to him.

You need to be brave, that man deserves the entire earth and sun and moon and stars given to him on a golden plate. You can’t be a coward, not right now.

“I did avoid you.”

The truth is said and there’s hurt in his eyes.

“Not because you’re lame, but I am.”

“You’re not-”

“Let me finish.” You say and he crosses his arms over his chest.  That really isn’t helping you focus. Not when his arms are that muscular, that strong—stop. Stay on track.

Bokuto has been nothing but honest with you. He’s been there for you, supporting you, even when you were practically strangers. It’s your turn to be honest with him.

You inhale sharply.

“I thought- ” You hesitate, but after a second, rush to clarify. “I thought you were engaged to Airi.”

Silence.

Bokuto just blinks. His arms drop to his sides, his brows furrow deeper, and then—

“What?”

His voice is so flat, so utterly confused, that you almost laugh at the absurdity of it all. Almost.

“You-you and Airi,” you explain, feeling the heat creep up your neck. “I thought the two of you were getting married.”

He stares at you.

Then, all at once, he backs away a step, eyes wide. “Wait—WHAT?!”

You wince at the volume of his voice. “I-I misunderstood the situation, okay? You two seem close and I saw her ring, and I just assumed-“

“YOU THOUGHT I WAS GETTING MARRIED TO AIRI?" He looks genuinely in shock like the idea alone is painful to him. "WHY THE HELL WOULD I-?”

“I don’t know!” you exclaim, trying to match the pitch of his voice. You bury your face in your hands. “She’s pretty, and you’re-you! And I just-I got scared, I’m sorry.”

Bokuto lets out a strangled noise, gripping his own hair. “I-I don’t even-do I look like I would marry Airi?!”

“How was I supposed to know?!”

“I dunno, maybe by asking me?!”

You groan again. “Okay, yeah, I should’ve asked, but I didn’t, and instead, I had a full emotional breakdown over it and avoided you for weeks!”

He exhales loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Holy shit…”

And then—he laughs.

You look up, startled. It starts small, just a breath of a chuckle, but then it grows into a full-bodied laugh, his shoulders shaking with it. He stumbles back onto the bed, pressing a hand against his chest like he’s trying to steady himself.

“Bokuto-stop laughing!” you scold, but it’s useless.

“You avoided me for days because you thought I was engaged to Airi?” he wheezes, wiping at his eyes.

You huff, crossing your arms. “You’re allowed to laugh, but I swear, I was dying over this!”

“That’s actually kind of cute.”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

“Like, really cute.”

“Bo-”

“You should call me Koutarou now," he says. His smirk turns cheeky, and he stabilises himself on the bed with his elbows. "Since you seem to have no problem calling me that when you were waiting for me outside.”

Your face burns. You roll your eyes, pretending not to feel the way your heart stumbles over itself. “I just wanted to make sure I had your attention.”

His grin softens. “I’m still a bit mad, though. I really thought I did something wrong or that something happened to you…and I tried to understand why you wouldn’t trust me but…”

“I’m sorry.” You swallow. “How can I-how I can make it up to you.”

He shrugs. “By being honest with me.”

You open your mouth to answer, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, he says, “You took a last-minute ticket to Tokyo, left your shop on a weekday, just to tell me you thought I was engaged to Airi. You could have just called me you know.”

His eyes don’t leave yours. “Is there anything else you came here for?”

Your heart beats louder, faster, in your chest. Right. The real reason you’re here.

You get closer to the bed where he is sitting, almost, almost, settling yourself between his legs.

“I love you, Bokuto Koutarou,” The words spill from your lips. “I think I loved you the moment you walked into my shop.”

His amber eyes search yours, wide, as if waiting for the punchline.

“You don’t believe me?” you ask softly.

He doesn’t respond—not with words, at least. Instead, his gaze drops to your lips, his fingers twitching at his sides like he’s holding himself back.

Screw it.

You reach up, cup his face in your hands, and kiss him.

For half a second, he freezes. And then—

Bokuto is not a greedy man. At least, you didn’t think he was. But when his hands grasp your waist, pulling you closer, when his lips press hungrily against yours, you wonder if maybe—just maybe—you’ve both been deprived of each other for too long.

Somewhere in the blur of heat and movement, you find yourself pressed against his chest, his warmth surrounding you, his heartbeat hammering as fast as yours.

Between kisses, he breathes against your lips, “You’re amazing.”

“You’re-” You barely get the word out before he kisses you again, his hands tightening at your waist.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, a dazed smile on his lips. “You’re unbelievable.” Another kiss, then, “And you thought I was engaged to Airi. She’s just my friend you know.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, okay, can we talk about something else?”

“So, you were jealous?”

“Bokuto-”

“Koutarou,” he corrects, grinning wide. “C’mon, say it.”

You groan, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. “Gosh, Koutarou, shut up.”

Not even a second passes and you find yourself cramped between his broad chest and the mattress. You let out a startled scream when he turned you over as if you weighed nothing.

“I love you too,” he finally confesses, and your entire body seems to be relieved. “I’m so happy I said yes when Osamu asked me to help with the renovation. You were so pretty when I met you and you got even prettier as I got to know you, is that even possible? I asked Akaashi if that was weird, and he said it was probably because I loved you, but I think you’re just objectively very very pretty and that you’ll keep on getting prettier.”

You try to hide your face from the embarrassment, but the smile on your lips betrays the effect the compliments have on you.

He leaves kisses on the back of your hand, then your forearm, and as he gets down and down, you find yourself near breathless. 

“When-When do you leave tomorrow?” You ask, panting.

His fingers brush your waist and then lift your shirt a little so that his mouth can have access to your stomach. His skin is warm, but it makes you shiver as if it was ice.

“Too early.”

“I should probably leave then.”

His attention immediately moves from your body to your face. He pouts and frowns, “What d���you mean? You’re not gonna sleep here?”

You hesitate, and he senses it. But before you can say no, his pout only grows, “pleease?”

What a weak human, you want to curse yourself, but you brush a strand of hair from his face and smile. It’s enough to make his frown go away and instantly, the gleam in his eyes comes back.

His hand circles your thigh, with both strength and softness. You grab the sheets. He’s too far down now, kissing you and wetting your skin with his tongue.

“Can I?” He asks with his other hand on the waistband of your pants.

You nod with haste; your hips start moving in instinct.

Your heart explodes, your mind too. Everything in you soothes. Every muscle and cells and fiber are filled with pleasure and the need to ask for more. But Bokuto understands it without words, and he gives you more and more and more.

You feel grounded.

And it only gets worse when he takes off his shirt—giving you a perfect view on his broad chest and perfect sculpted abs. His beauty is going to be the death of you, you think to yourself.

That night, you lose all notion of time; only you and him matter.

The sun gets up and the morning light pours through the curtains. You realise that there are probably only a few hours left before his plane takes off to Poland, and you should stop him, reminding him that he has to rest to be ready for the championship. But as you watch him, sweating and whimpering against your ear, you decide to kiss him instead; yearning to have him again.

“I’ll sleep in the plane.” He tells you as if he just read your mind. A moan escapes his lips when you bite the space between his neck and shoulder. You’d beg to hear that sound once more. “I want you, baby.”

“I want you too,” you answer as you get on top of him, your muscles sore but your skin burning.

You sleep an hour, maybe two. Your head hurts when you finally emerge Bokuto is no longer by your side, but his space on the bed is still warm.

“Hey,” he says as he comes out of the bathroom, all fresh and ready.

So beautiful, you think to yourself as you take the time to admire him.

“I have to be downstairs in 5 minutes.” He kisses your forehead. “You can leave whenever you want. Wait. I think you can only stay until 11 or maybe 10, arrrrrgh I don’t remember-”

You chuckle, “It’s fine, Koutarou. I’ll get ready and leave soon.”

A smile blooms on his lips, “I can give you Akaashi’s number if you need it. He lives in Tokyo.”

You kiss the corner of his mouth, “I’m fine. When you come back, I want a proper introduction though.”

He grunts a little, but his smile only deepens.

“What?” Your brows rise a bit.

“I’m gonna miss youuu.”

“It’s only one week.”

“Too long.” His body falls on yours.

“Heavy.” You complain, but the man ignores it. You start scratching his hair slowly, they’re still a bit wet from his shower, but you find them incredibly soft.

“Yesterday you weren’t so gentle with my hair,” he murmurs. “You were grabbing them so hard, I thought I’d turn bold.”

“Shut up.” You click your tongue, though the memories from last night—and this morning—make your mind short-circuit.

“Does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?”

You don’t know if there’s fear in his voice, or maybe just a need for reassurance. Bokuto’s someone who needs to hear what others think of him, needs to be told when he’s done good or bad. Maybe that’s the reason why he was so hurt when you started avoiding him. The blur, the incertitude probably pained him more than any rejection could.

As for you; you’re not someone very vocal. You don’t like to waste time justifying yourself or repeating things you’ve already said, but Bokuto affects you in a way you can’t even explain. He sweeps off your mask and softens your heart. And if he needs reassurance, then the least you can do is give him that.

You cup his face with your hands to make him look at you, “of course, I’m your girlfriend, Koutarou. I came all the way from Osaka, waited outside of your hotel and kissed you. I wouldn’t do that for everyone, you know.”

Like a child receiving compliments, he chuckles and smiles. He nestles his face in the crook of your neck and his breath tickles your skin. “You also jerked me of-”

“Gosh,” you push him a little (though he and his stupid magnificent muscles don’t move an inch). “Shut up.”

He’s about to kiss you again, his eyes turning hungry, the way they were hours ago, when a knock chimes in loudly, “Bokuto-san! We’re leaving.”

You both flinch at the voice, “It’s Hinata.” He informs before getting up.

You wait for him to take his suitcase, kiss you (you hope) and leave but he stands still in the middle of the room, his eyes on you.

“What?”

“Can you fit in my bag?”

You sit on the bed, your eyes soft. “I can’t. But, I promise I’ll pick you up at the airport and I’ll take you on a date when you’re back. We’ll have plenty of time together this summer.”

And because you want to reassure him more, you add. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’ll wait for you.”

He jolts toward you and kisses you vigorously as if he had just been drugged with an energy drink. “I love you.” He finally exclaims and the next instant, he’s out.

It takes you a few seconds to come back to your senses, for your eyes to see clearly and for your thoughts to get back in order. You’re tired and calm at the same time, just like when you've been out in the sun for too long and you're back in the cool shade again.

You finally go back to Osaka in the late morning.

“Bokkun looks extremely happy today, any idea why?” Atsumu texts you as you get off the train.

“I don’t know, why not ask him?”

“I’d rather not. I need to preserve my innocent soul.” He answers and you want to tease him but before that, you receive a text from Koutarou with a selfie of him attached.

“We’re on the plane now!! I’m next to Omi-Omi, he is grumpy :// I love u.”

You bit your lips, considering whether you should put the selfie as your lock screen (he is too cute on it, he and his golden eyes and spiked hair).

You’re like a teenager (blushing for a simple text from her crush). But really, you don’t care. Because you’re happy, and whole, and in love.

The week passes (and it’s curiously long). You tell Osamu about your new-found relationship, he congratulates you. You also call Umi, admitting, not without shame, that you thought Bokuto and Airi were engaged.

“I never mentioned that she was with Osamu?” You hear the surprise in her voice. “I’m so sorry, gosh.”

“No, don’t be sorry. It was my fault; I should have just asked him.”

“I’m happy for you,” she says, and you thank her. “But next time, talk to me. That’s what friends are for.”

You nod, though she can’t see you. And promise you’ll try to rely more on her, and on your friends and on your boyfriend, on others. Enough of bottling your feelings, of wearing a mask, you’re not alone, not anymore.

You don't miss a single game of the Japanese team on the TV, even if it’s in the middle of the night or the early morning. You keep your phone near you because you know the second they get out of the arena, Bokuto will call you—���Did you see my sharp line shot, baby?” and “I winked at the camera after the first set, it was for you!” to which you answer, “yes, Koutarou. I watched everything.”

You pick him up at the airport as planned. He runs to you and lifts you in his arms, not caring about his teammates and coach and athletic trainer.

You offer him a bouquet of sunflowers and a box with a vanilla millefeuille inside, he kisses you in return.

You spend the rest of the day, and the night, and all the ones that follow together. He’s glued to you, calling you ‘baby’ and kissing every part of your skin that is bare whenever he can.

Airi and Osamu's wedding finally arrives, and you decide to go. The ceremony and the party after are gorgeous. You dance with Bokuto (not that he really gives you the choice when he takes your hand and drags you to the middle of the room).

Later, you sneak outside with him, laughing and eating cake under the full moon night (you brought an extra plate of cake for Koutarou, one with a lot of cream).

You’re happy, you really are.

Not every day is easy, between the pressure of managing your shop on your own and your fear of having your heart broken like it once did, you sometimes hide your feelings from Bokuto; pretend that you’re not tired and that you have everything under control.

“I know something’s wrong,” he assumes when you’re oddly quiet and grumpy one evening.

“I’m fine.” You lie between your teeth.

And he sighs in return. In the beginning of your relationship, he was very gentle when you tried to keep your feelings for yourself, but as the weeks went by, his own insecurities started to resurface. 

“You still don’t trust me, huh?” 

You roll your eyes. “You're changing the subject here.”

“Then tell me what’s wrong. You never tell me when you’re tired or sad. Do you think I'm so stupid that I don't understand? Am I not good enough for you?”

Your heart bleeds a little, your pride and fears immediately disappear as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry, Kou. I love you, I swear I do. It’s just hard sometimes, to feel vulnerable… I’m trying, I really am.”

“I just want you to trust me.” He says with a low voice, and it makes your eyes burn.

“I’m not like you. I’m not so comfortable with my feelings and I don’t always know how to express them. This has nothing to do with trust because you’re the person I trust the most on this earth. I promise I’ll tell you when I’m down, but please don’t ever doubt my love for you.”

His mood shifts instantly, “I won’t. I love you, so much.”

You whisper in his neck that you love him too. More than he’ll probably ever know.

You understand that you both have your own ways of thinking, of healing your wounds. And even if they seem like the exact opposite, you’re convinced that it changes you, he and you, for the better.

 And eventually, you find a way to make things right again. Because you love him, and he loves you. So, slowly, you learn to tell him how you feel, how much he means to you. And he learns how to give you space when you need it, how to show his support even if you don’t openly ask for it.

Bokuto’s the golden boy who grounds you. He makes you believe that life is worth living, day by day. You accept your flaws and your fears, you accept that sometimes not everything can be perfect and in line. And you start enjoying the simple things of your daily routine. His toothbrush next to yours, the song of a bird on a Spring morning, the ray of sunlight that passes through a cloud. All things that surround you become more beautiful, the wind, the trees, the buildings, even when they’re imperfect.

You move in together and find a weird pleasure in getting to know him even more—he wakes up very early, he hates coffee, he’s terrible with bills and all forms of paperwork, he takes burning hot showers while singing pop songs from the 00’s, his stamina is that of a beast (you should have been prepared for this one since he’s an athlete, but you’re still impressed when he keeps on asking for another round and another round even though you already came four freaking times—)

And obviously you bake for him, a lot, probably more than Iwaizumi and his dietician would allow him (let’s keep it a secret). He even becomes your personal tester for your new recipes (though he always says that it’s ‘so so goood’ and ‘yummy’, which isn’t the most helpful and objective review).

But to be honest, you wouldn’t change a single thing about him.

When the Paris Olympics arrive a year later, you decide you finally deserve some holidays and go with him. You sit next to Airi for each game, supporting the Japanese team.

It’s their second match of the competition and Bokuto sneaks from the main court, where his teammates are practicing, to talk to you, even if it’s just for a few moments. He can’t seem to stay still, hopping and touching you, you know it’s not from stress but from excitement and the pleasure of playing. 

Atsumu interrupts after a few minutes, by clearing his throat. “Bokkun, the game is about to start.”

Bokuto groans dramatically but doesn’t let go of you. “One minute.”

“No.”

He sighs, finally—reluctantly—stepping back. But his hands linger on your arms, and his eyes are still shining.

“You’ll watch, right?” he asks, like he needs to hear it.

“You know I always watch.”

He grins. “Then I’m gonna win this for you.”

You laugh. “I’d like to see you try.”

He leans in, pressing the quickest, sweetest kiss to your forehead.

“Just watch me.”

And with that, he jogs off toward the bench to join his team, his energy visibly ten times stronger than before.

Atsumu shakes his head as he follows. “Ya have no idea what ya just unleashed.”

You smile.

Oh, but you do.

The game starts. Bokuto grins your way whenever he scores a point. It melts your heart. You think he’s beautiful, like that, on the court, sweating, giving all his strength and will in every serve and spike and block. He shines even brighter, and you’re convinced that you’ll never, ever, be bored of his beauty. Real, genuine, kind beauty.

Japan wins and Bokuto runs towards you in the stands.

Between the cheers and the music, you can’t decipher his words clearly. But you can feel the thunderous beats of his heart under his jersey, and it’s enough.

“I love you, Kou.” You manage to tell him, and you’ve never been so certain of something in your life.

You follow Airi and the twins’ parents outside to wait for the boys once the arena has been emptied out. Mahiro, Suna’s girlfriend, is also here, as well as the other players partners and family. You keep on checking for Bokuto to appear, your mind is so focused on the door where the team is supposed to come by, that you don’t hear the footsteps coming behind you.

“Waiting for someone?”

You’re startled but turn around.

Curly hair, eyes like molten chocolate, charming smile. “Tooru.”

“Japan wasn’t too bad,” Oikawa crosses his arms over his chest. “But I’m gonna beat them, like I did in Tokyo last time.”

“Still so immature.” You roll your eyes.

The man pretends to be upset but a chuckle escapes his lips and yours.

“So, number 4?”

Your cheeks turn red at the mention of your boyfriend. You brush a lock of hair from your face and open your mouth.

“He’s a lucky guy.” Oikawa says before you can speak.

“I’m the lucky one.” You answer your voice above a whisper.

It’s weird, you think deep down, seeing your first love in front of you, years after you drifted apart. You remember the little girl from Miyagi who fell in love with the boy who shone like a sky full of stars. So much time has passed, so many tears have been shed. Still, you know that if you had to start your life all over again, you’d make the same choices.

You suddenly feel down to earth.

“Oi! Shittykawa.” A loud slap on his back stops Oikawa from continuing the conversation. “Why aren’t you with your team?” Iwaizumi interjects, dressed in his black polo shirt.

“Iwaa-chan, you’re gonna break my bones one day.” The setter whines. “That’s cruel and unfair, I’m gonna complain to the Olympic committee and you’ll lose your job and become homeless.”

“Crybaby.”

Two strong arms suddenly wrap around you and when you lift your eyes, you’re faced with Bokuto. You whirl around to hug him.

You believe you hear Oikawa complain and Iwaizumi calling him names. After that, they leave. 

“You were amazing.” You tell your boyfriend.

“It’s because you were watching me.”

You blush a little, “I’m always watching you.”

You’re about to kiss his lips but he cuts you off.

“Do you want to meet my parents?”

You’re taken aback.

“When we come home,” (he blushes as he says ‘home’) “we could have dinner with them.”

You obviously accept the offer, even if it already makes you nervous. You didn’t have the chance to meet them before, but maybe it’s finally time. He smiles. “Hey! Hey! Hey! But first let’s celebrate our victory!” He exclaims loudly, raising his fist in the air.

When you finally come home, you barely have time to drop off your suitcases because you need to get ready to meet Bokuto’s family.

“You’re-waw.” He exclaims, open-mouthed, when you get out of the bathroom dressed in your new red dress.

“I’m waw? Thanks, I’ve never received this compliment before.” You tease but are quickly stopped by two hands grabbing the back of your thighs and pressing you against the wall.

This is dangerous, you can’t help but think.

“Mmh… how did I get so lucky.” He kisses your shoulder, and you want to let him. But—

“Kou…” You almost moan. “We’re gonna be late.”

It takes everything in you to push him gently and get down on your feet. “We can continue where we left tonight.”

He pouts and whines, so typical of him, “but I want you noow.”

“C’mon,” you take his hand and lead him to the entrance. “I don’t want your family to think I’m rude.”

When you arrive in front of the restaurant, you’re more stressed that you should, but Koutarou doesn’t let go of your hand for the whole evening. You quickly realise that the stress was unnecessary. His family is kind (which honestly isn’t surprising since they raised him, the kindness heart, the sweetest man). His mother greets you with hugs and presents, exclaiming that you’re the daughter she always wanted to have—to which one of Bokuto’s sister can’t help but snap back. The other sister drags you to the table and knocks you out with questions (“does Koutarou take care of you?”, “he doesn’t steal your food, does he?”, “and if he snores at night you can just slap him, don’t worry!”). His father is the calmest of them all—and you pity him a little. Between his wife whose laugh is the loudest you’ve ever heard, two girls who are chatterboxes and a noisy and hyperenergetic son, his patience must have been tested more than once.

You spend a great night with them, eating and hearing stories about your boyfriend—how he started playing volleyball, how he lost his first teeth, how he ate his sister’s entire birthday cake once.

“Your cakes are the best though,” he grins.

“We need to come to your shop.” Nanako, the oldest, declares as she finishes her third pint of beer.

“Nana, you should slow down on the drinki-”

“Yes, we want to try your cakes! Koutarou keeps talking about it all the time.” His mother interjects, completely ignoring her husband’s attempt at controlling their daughter behaviour.

You feel heat rising on your face, and you answer that you’ll welcome them whenever they want. His other sister, Yuuka says she’ll come back with her girlfriend for Christmas and that they’ll make sure to stop by Osaka. Nanako adds that she’ll bring her kids too.

“Yaay,” your boyfriends shouts. “I miss my nephews so baaad.”

You can’t imagine how their home must look like with kids when it’s already so lively and full of love.

Ever since you met Bokuto you’ve felt alive and as you’re looking at his family right now, you realise that the world has so much happiness to offer. Maybe more than you could have ever pictured.

Koutarou notices the shy smile on your lips when you part ways with his family and start walking toward your appartement. “What are you thinking about?”

You look at the moon, it’s a cloudless night, then at him. “I’d like to have a family with you one day.”

You can see that he is genuinely taken aback, his brows raise, and his mouth open a little.

“Not right now, though. I don’t think I’m ready.”

There’s a loud sigh of relief coming from him as he presses his hand against in chest. “Woow-you scared me there, I started imagining what it’d be like to have kids and hm…what if drop them? Or forget to feed them?” You see the panic invading his eyes sentence after sentence, “or forget them at the gym?”

“Why would you go to the gym with them-”

“BUT”, he stops in the middle of the street and his face is soft and proud, “I’m sure we’ll be good parents. And our kids will be the best, especially if they’re like you. I could teach them how to play volleyball, maybe we could ever make our own team. That’d be a lot of children though. We need one libero, one setter and…” He starts counting on his hands but quickly stops. “And when we have a game in the garden you can bake cookies and muffins to cheer us up. Wait–you’re gonna make cakes for them and they’ll eat everything and there’ll be nothing left for me. Babyy, promise me you’ll still bake for me and not just for them.”

You chuckle at his rambling.

“You make me happy.” You whisper with a kiss on his lips and a caress on his cheek. “And yes, I promise I’ll always bake for you.”

For a minute or maybe two, there’s silence all around you. The wind brushes your skin, and you can hear the sound of your pulses and his heart. It’s romantic somehow, and calm, and peaceful—

“Should we practice?” He suggests.

“Practice what?”

“You know,” his grin wide. “Making kids.”

You lift your eyes to the sky, but something burns in your stomach. Will he always have this effect on you? Probably yes. “You’re a flirt.”

“But you love me.”

Yes. Yes, you do.

a/n: ahhhhh i love bokuto so much and i really hope i did him justice.

if you’ve read dont you dare run away then you already knew that airi and osamu were engaged sorry haha

taglist: @iluv-ace, @lvrrinx <33 thank u for reading this story

[rinsoap]

boys who get clingy when they smoke. cocky at first, blowing the smoke into your mouth before capturing it with a kiss. "y'like that, pretty girl?" he says softly, giggling against your lips, his arms resting on your shoulders. you playfully push him off of you, making him laugh harder. "hold this for me" when you look at him like that, who is he to say no?

"yes ma'am" he says and parts his lips to accept the joint you place between his teeth. he would do anything you asked, the only thing on his mind how you make opening a window look so beautiful. he is truly convinced it’s his love for you in his heart making his chest so warm. you turn around and walk back to the bed he’s now laying down on with the joint in hand, flopping down next to him and taking it from his fingers. you take a hit as you stare at the ceiling. you're saying something about a new anime you're watching, but he's too focused on the way your lips just looked so good. you turn your head to face his to see him already staring at you intently with the goofiest smile of admiration. "you have the prettiest way of speaking, y'know that?" you shake your head and sit up with a chuckle. "you're out of it"

“it’s not the weed baby i’m just so in love with you” he muses before pulling you on top of him and smothering you with kisses.

all he wants to do is stay in bed n nap with you among other things sleeping half on top of you, trapping you in his big arms, face buried in the nape of your neck. he whispers lazy mumbles of how good you smell before trailing off to sleep as you stroke his hair. when he wakes up he begs you to let him roll it on your stomach

the song that played in his head when he was staring at you: at your best (you are love) by aaliyah.

atsumu. SUNA. bokuto he just gets even more touchy. brazil! hinata. MATTSUN. makki. kyotani it's lowkey tho. SEMI. konoha.

[akiisks]

front & back 🙏

[starshoyo]

VICTORIA’S SECRET ★

PAIRING Bokuto Koutarou x fem!reader

WARNINGS none

TAGS Love at first sight, you’re sexy asf, time skip AU, you’re a model

IN WHICH you’re a Victoria’s Secret runway model, who decided to take your nephew to meet his star, MSBY Black Jackals’ Bokuto Koutarou. And immediately, he’s struck by Cupid’s bow.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 -> | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

YOUR NINE YEAR old nephew held your hand tightly, jumping up and down in excitement as you stood on the sidelines of the court, waiting in line to get an autograph from his favorite player, Bokuto Koutarou.

You weren’t a fan of volleyball, but the MSBY Black Jackals were popular enough that you’ve seen their faces in commercials and advertisements. It just turned out that the team was playing in your hometown, and your nephew was dying to go.

His parents were busy with work, so you volunteered to take him. It was the least you could do after being overseas for so long, barely having any time to visit your older brother and his family.

You had been preparing for this year Victoria’s Secret show, which was in a couple months. This would be your last week in Japan before leaving, so this would be considered quality time with your nephew before disappearing for a little while again.

Keita, your nephew, gripped your hand hard as the line towards his star got shorter and shorter. “He’s so cool! He was one of the top five aces back in high school. You saw him earlier, didn’t you?” He buzzed.

You held his signboard in your arms, laughing at his excitement. You have to admit, the match was fun to watch. Both teams were skillful, and you couldn’t have imagined that watching sports would be this nerve wracking.

You could also kind of understand why Keita liked Bokuto so much. He was cheerful and new, riling up the crowd every time he served. You found yourself smiling and laughing every single time.

You finally reached the front of the line, but Keita decided he was shy, hiding himself behind your frame. “Keita? Come on.” You urged, smiling softly as he only buried himself into your back. You playfully rolled your eyes, finally turning your head to Bokuto.

“Sorry. May I have your autograph?” You smiled, holding out the signboard and pen towards him. Bokuto, however, stood still with his mouth parted open. You waited awkwardly, tilting your head to the side.

Atsumu, who was watching from far away, snickered. “Oh no, he’s fallen.” Hinata raised a brow. “Fell? Where?” He yelled, peering through the crowd to look for a body on the floor. “Not where, for who.” He gestured, pointing discreetly at Bokuto, who was rigid.

“Um… an autograph, please?” You asked again, and that seemed to finally snap Bokuto out of his trance. “Huh? Oh, sure!” He said, a little too loudly, taking the board and pen out of your hands, glancing at you as he signed slowly.

“Are you… a fan?” He asked slowly, looking down at you. You raised your brows in surprise, taken off guard. “Oh, well, my nephew’s a big fan.” You said, pushing Keita’s back gently. He finally stepped forward, head bowed down in bashfulness. Bokuto brightened up.

“Oh, wow! We’re matching!” He cackled, pointing back in forth between his own jersey and Keita’s. “Yeah! I- I really want to become a pro, like you!” He managed to say, cheeks red.

Bokuto kneeled down, handing the board to him. “Well, I’ll be your first fan, then.” He hummed, patting his head. You smiled softly at the interaction, Bokuto standing back up and looking at you. This time, it was his cheeks that were reddening.

“You- I feel like I’ve seen you before, somewhere.” He murmured, hands on his hips. “Well…” You shrugged, pointing to the letters on your tank top that said “Victoria’s Secret”. His eyes widened. “Seriously?”

You laughed, nodding. “Seriously.” A staff member checked his watch, telling you that your time was up. You tapped Keita’s shoulder, quirking your head towards the athlete. “Thank you for your autograph.” He thanked, holding the board to his chest.

“No problem, kid. Good luck!” He chuckled, arms crossed over his chest. You smiled at Bokuto, before turning to leave. Seriously, his hand just reached out on its own.

You turned, feeling the strong, but also somehow gently grip on your wrist. You turned, seeing the nervous face of Bokuto. “Yes?”

“I’d like to see you, again.” He stammered, the tips of his ears burning. You felt butterflies in your stomach, your eyes trailing from the large hand on your wrist, up his muscular arm, to his broad chest, then up to his chiseled face. Damn, he was fine.

“Come to my show. We can meet then.” You challenged, smirking. He slowly let go of your hand, fingers brushing down your hand and to the tips of your fingers, as if he wanted to touch you for as long as he could.

“Okay.” He only said, breathless.

[nepttunnee]

i just know msby v adlers games r absolutely fucking insane. like not only two karasuno (incapable of being normal) alumni but also the “freak duo” competing against each other??? the two of them were always doing something completely batshit while playing together in highschool, as pro athletes i KNOWWW they r being ridiculous homoerotic rivals. the worst part about them is neither one is surprised. atsumus losing his shit at kageyama, hoshiumi is pissed watching hinata, the two of them arent even phased. bokuto is pissing himself afraid, the crowd are shaking, theyre making gay eye contact across the net. sakusa is about to hit something that definitely isnt a volleyball. ushijima is just there. every karasuno alumni watching isnt even phased by the ridiculous bullshit kagehina is pulling. oikawa is going to burst a blood vessel watching in a disguise from the crowd.

[shaisuki]

kageyama crushing on ushijima's fiancee.

ugh. it would be too obvious. tobio couldn't hide the blatant staring when he sees you and wakatoshi's oblivious to it but takes notice on how his kouhai and teammate is spot on when it comes to you.

starting with the photoshoot of a magazine wanting them to be the cover including bokuto and hinata in their national team uniforms. while the two were really adorable with their toothy grins and the infectious smile, it shows cause they have these unique personalities. it also applies to the two volleyball idiots besides them. the smiles were rather forced and creepy..... if you didn't know them personally and that brought you laughter behind the cameras.

your little giggles can be heard. tapping the editor in his back at the photo. shaking his head at the photo and he declares it to be good for a page and would later take another one. he can't really tell those two how to smile naturally and was that smile even natural? he also can't say cause he's too intimidated with them two. ushijima and kageyama isn't really known to smile.

bokuto got called for some urgent pr meeting. leaving hinata, kageyama and your fiance at the photoshoot. the photographer decided that it's best for them three to post and the problem with kageyama and ushijima smiling is the center of his worry. how can they make them look good at the cover and there comes you. calling them behind cameras.

“hey, toshi! tobio! smile!” showing them with your smile from behind the photographer. the two stoic pro-athletes look at you and they melted at the sight of you beaming up a smile at them. their faces relaxed and a smile directed to you is given then followed by a flash from the camera. you can hear the photographer and the editor muttering. something about “good grief” and “finally”. satisfied at the outcome and the smiles of kageyama and ushijima were finally pleasing to them.

the following set ups and the poses were all good that it's natural to see them at ease. their confidence and the air of being the best and strongest player are felt in the picture that even pumping a fist in the air is incredibly praise for being that easy and so when it was time to wrap up. you approach the two. placing a chaste kiss to your fiance's cheek which he returned a kiss to your lips and wrapping his arms around your plush waist possessively.

greeting the setter, kageyama froze as if his body commanded for it to turned stiff when you spoke to him. your voice sending shivers down his spine and he's staring at you intently. studying the movements of your face and he can see the every curve and tick of it.

his cheeks turning red and it was hard to control the blood flowing when you're so close and it didn't help that your soon-to-be husband and his teammate is finding his reaction to be suspicious. “are you okay, kageyama?” ushijima asks him and he's nodding his head off before excusing himself.

the adler's setter closer the door behind him and he sees himself staring at his reflection at the mirror of his dressing room. he imagines that it was you who was there for him not ushijima, not for anyone, just him. he may be an idiot who can't quite grasp at others own feelings but he also feels things that you do to him and he's certain it's not a harmless crush to him anymore.

the matches hurts too. he seeks your presence and when you're near you just knock the breath out of him without you knowing. how could you. you got only eyes for ushijima and the ace also.

would that be same if he was in ushijima's place? basking in your very presence that you couldn't care what the others may think and see and be lost in each other's presence. that it's enough to lift one's spirits and love each other or what it might be.

cause for the first time, kageyama discovered that losing a match isn't the same as yearning for someone who doesn't feel the same.

[flyingwargle]

november fanfic recs!

we're almost at the end of the year, but there's always fanfic to be read! check out previous months' recs: october, september, august, july

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

can we always be this close (forever and ever?) g. 3.1k. sakusa approaches osamu to ask for his ring size because he plans to propose to atsumu. osamu instead interrogates him to see if he's ready to be with atsumu forever, while suna watches. very endearing with the best ending ever.

The Wisdom Tooth Incident™ g. 4.8k. atsumu gets his wisdom tooth removed and forgets about sakusa in his post-anesthetic haze. i will never tire of this trope. you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

city of millions t. 7.2k. mostly sakusa-centric and background sakuatsu. a beautiful love letter to sakusa's early years of university, his friendship with akaashi, and learning to reconnect with things that he left in the past (things being miya atsumu).

lingua franca m. 9.1k. sakusa learns about the different love languages through his life and finally finds someone who has the same love language as him.

itadakimasu t. 10.9k. pro athlete sakusa puts out an ad for someone to cook him meals, and aspiring chef atsumu answers his call. a slow but beautiful partnership that leads to love.

double lift e. 12.8k. 3/3. accidentally been reading a lot of winterwaltz6's works this month huh (they're all very good though). this one is the intimacy of sakusa helping atsumu re-dye his hair after he's been on the bench due to a knee injury. very soft and warm <3

halfway to sunrise e. 12.9k. atsumu offhandedly tells sakusa that he can sleep with him and sakusa takes him up on it. fwb to lovers.

hustle for that muscle e. 13.8k. atsumu and suna make a bet on who can get an underwear ad first, and the loser has to ask their respective crush out. atsumu loses, hence the hilarious attempt to ask sakusa out, which leads to eventually trying to sleep with him.

anchor m. 21.3k. atsumu helps sakusa through his panic attack and sakusa reciprocates in turn. augh, the emotional damage this caused, but the fluff made up for it. beautiful writing and discussions of mental health.

take two e. 23k. 3/3. sakusa reconnects with his ex, atsumu, after finding him on an adult site, and maybe, just maybe, they'll rekindle their relationship. the prose was full of so much pining and love.

A Thousand Cuts t. 37.9k. 3/3. this is the perfect study of misunderstandings, miscommunication and unrequited love. absolutely heartbreaking with gripping prose.

hand study e. 84.4k. 7/7. atsumu injures sakusa's hand and becomes his personal helper while he heals, with benefits. fwb to lovers with a healthy dose of angst but has a happy ending.

Lessons in Falling e. 87.2k. 6/6. sakusa resists from falling in love with atsumu because he believes his family is cursed with falling out of love and dysfunctional relationships. atsumu is so tooth-rottingly sweet and patient while waiting for sakusa to make peace with his family. gripping prose and tension. one of my favorites <3

iwaoi

thrilled by the still of your hand t. 2.6k. iwa and bokuto arm wrestle. that's it, that's the fic. and oikawa kisses iwa but that comes later.

tattoo your name across my heart g. 5.4k. iwa drunkenly gets oikawa's name tattooed on his arm. SO CUTE. SO FLUFFY. augh my heart, they love each other so much.

Even here, there is light t. 11.4k. single dad oikawa finding love in iwa. oikawa's son is so lovely in this, along with their love.

come get me, come love me m. 20.7k. oikawa is invited to a wedding upon his return to japan and comes face to face with his ex, iwa, after several years. a lovely, lovely fic of coming back together <3

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run) m. 27.6k. oikawa's knee isn't healing the way it's supposed to be, thus a long journey of getting surgery and enduring the rehab that follows. iwa is with him every step of the way.

bokuaka

and i have never felt so bright t. 16.5k. 5 times akaashi told himself not to be selfish in life and 1 time he decided to. the 2nd chapter blew me away with the domestic details and eventual getting together. such a sweet fic.

down, boy e. 87.8k. 15/15. think of sakuatsu's terminal curiosity but bokuaka. that's all i can really say without being too detailed, other than it's slow burn with a lot of spice.

sunaosa

check out all the wonderful works from the sunaosa autumn gift exchange that were revealed in november! there's lots to read and fanart to see <3

the universe called and said we're soulmates t. 3.8k. suna starts dreaming of his relationship with osamu in different universes. so sweet and beautiful!

two drinks t. 4k. suna falls head over heels with the barista to the point that he orders coffee every time he sees him. except he doesn't like coffee. absolutely hilarious!

moonlight e. 5.5k. emotional spice featuring suna having low self-esteem and osamu wanting to show him that he's loved. beautiful, with so much affection from osamu to suna.

stop me if you’ve heard this one before… g. 6.4k. osamu is a dumbass and keeps forgetting about relationship milestones and suna just finds it amusing. find yourself a partner that finds your forgetfulness endearing like suna, seriously.

god in jeans t. 22.4k. atsumu accidentally kicks a god's shrine and ends up indebted to them - i.e. suna. outsider pov watching suna and osamu fall in love despite suna's god status, with a healthy amount of angst and an eventual happy ending.

drowning in gravity m. 24.1k. exes to fwb to lovers. suna being emotionally constipated, osamu being patient but also impatient...combine all that together and you get angst with a happy ending.

other

And flowers bloom in his wake g. 10.6k. kurodai. modern magic au where everyone has a unique ability and daichi's ability is that flowers grow where he walks and kuroo makes it his personal mission to protect those flowers (and fall in love in the process).

know what a river can be g. 13.6k. oikawa-centric. a character study of oikawa's time overseas to pursue his volleyball career with bodies of water as the main motif. beautiful prose with an uplifting ending.

Point Break t. 18.3k. daisuga. the karasuno 3rd years undergo the most ridiculous heist of all time. HILARIOUS. so cute and endearing as well, and so, so dumb. on-point prose, pining, and getting together. one of my favorites this month <3

heaven's here, it's right where you're standing t. 47.2k. 8/8. kuroken. kenma, a cancer survivor, moves to a small seaside town for a change of pace and meets kuroo, the local science teacher and volleyball coach. slowburn romance with perhaps one of the best twists that i have ever read.

Making a Home g. 106.3k. 27/27. arankita. kita is a foster parent whose license is about to expire when he's given the miya twins to foster, after they've been passed from one abusive household to the next. a beautiful story of found family and love.

[dyeher]

includes| Akaashi Keiji x Fem! Reader x Bokuto Koutaro— smut(1.3k words)

warnings| Oral Sex, Cum Play, Anal Fingering, Degradation, Mentions of Cucking, Mentions of Orgasm Denial, Mentions of Overstimulation, Dom/Sub Relationships.

notes| mean akaashi my beloved.

people regularly made the mistake of accusing akaashi of being the sane one in your relationship. his refined features, lean build, and gentle demeanor usually gave the illusion of elegance, propriety, vanilla. the assumption that a man who preferred to read and write in his spare time was boring was so, incredibly wrong. boring?

he was not.

akaashi keiji, behind the mahogany doors of your shared bedroom was a tyrant, a madman, an unforgiving dictator. the worst kind of leader. it was especially bad when he found one of his meticulously crafted rules were broken. there were three of them, two of which were assigned punishments and one that was left up in the air. open to anything.

rule 1: no one cums before you. the bane of koutaro’s existence is that once his dick gets anywhere near your soft walls, or your equally soft lips he’s left brainless. hyper-focused on the feel of them around him, and this leads to him cumming early. it’s almost like he can’t help it. punishment is overstimulation. the pro-athlete is strapped to a chair, a vibrator tied to the shaft of his cock, and left to stare in agony as akaashi eats you out, sucks and fingers at your pulsing walls until you scream koutaro’s name. koutaro is allowed to cum, as many times as he likes, and punishment usually ends when his orgasms come dry and leave him sobbing akaashi’s name.

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” he sobs, “won’t do it again, ‘kaashi, ‘kaashi please, ‘m sorry.”

rule 2: no toys without supervision. you’re dating a manga editor and a professional athlete, not only are they busy often but, you make it an unfortunate habit of not saying anything when you feel neglected. this is where the trouble starts. you always end up sitting on the bed, the black box in your lap chewing on your lip as you consider how much time you have to get yourself off before one of them gets home. if it’s kou, then maybe you can guilt trip him into forgiving you but, if it’s akaashi? punishment involves denial.

you’re not allowed anywhere near their cock for the next seven days. they’ll play with you as they like though; keiji runs long fingers through your folds, teases at your hole absentmindedly, stuffs you with his favorite dildo, and watches your cunt flutter around the glass while koutaro fucks him on your shared bed; koutaro lets you watch as he fucks his fist in the shower, slaps your hand away when you reflexively reach out to help him, sucks on your nipples and litters your pretty skin with his marks but, ultimately leave you unfulfilled. on day eight you’re fucked senseless, made love to slowly, eaten out, doted on, whispered to, worshipped. their way of reminding you what they can do toys cannot.

rule 3: no lying. situations like these were when the real monster came out. an akaashi who took his glasses off before getting to the bedroom was a dangerous one. it was a stupid little lie, supposedly a prank that you and kou had dreamed up but, it had stressed akaashi out and now? now you were going to be punished.

“on your knees,” his voice is deceptively calm, like the lull in the seas before a tsunami, the silence of birds in the trees before a storm. “take me out, suck me off until I say to stop.”

koutaro scrambles to undo the waist of akaashi’s slacks and drag his dick free of it’s confines, he’s soft and koutaro instinctively leans in to run his tongue along it. it twitches, and koutaro hums.

“i don’t want to hear those; don’t hum, don’t moan,” akaashi sighs, “just, shut the fuck up, and suck my dick.”

you gulp where you’re kneeling next to kou, you can see the way he swallows around the head of akaashi’s cock and your pussy weeps a little at how badly he’s going to punish you. he’s moved your antics to the living area, so your knees are probably going to bruise from the rug under them but, you stay silent because you’ve not been addressed; you listen, to the wet sounds of koutaro choking on the pretty head of keiji’s dick.

you glance up to find glacial eyes trained on you. his lips are parted, and you can see that he’s breathing heavily.

“are you going to let him do all the work?” he asks. “get over here.” he shoves koutaro’s head off and motions for you to get closer. “you can both do it.”

kou watches from the other side of akaashi’s cock as you lick a long strip up the shaft and suckle the head into your mouth, he leans in and joins in, bringing one hand up to cup akaashi’s balls, as he sucks at the base and shaft. you pull back as one to run your tongues along the bottom. they rub against the heated flesh and each other, and akaashi moans at the sight.

“fuck,” he groans. “the only thing you’re good at-” kou gives a particularly hard suck at the base at the same time you dip lower to take one of his balls into your mouth and he whines, “-shit, being my little cock suckers, it’s the only thing.”

your lips and mouth are stained with akaashi’s pre-cum so are koutaro’s. by the time akaashi cums along both your tongues where they’re sticking out next to each other, koutaro’s cock is leaking everywhere and your cunt is soaked.

kou turns to you, tongue coated in cum and grabs you by the back of your head and shoves it against yours. your mind hazes, thoughts going cloudy; only akaashi’s cum mixed with kou’s saliva as it swishes around your mouth mixing with yours.

you moan as his tongue swirls around yours, the actions forces you to swallow the concoction and you’re just about to climb into him, when you’re separated by a harsh tug on your hair. your neck protests at the rough handling, your scalp burns but, the pain goes straight to your throbbing clit.

“always so selfish,” akaashi hisses. his cock twitches against his stomach when you let out twin sobs. “you’re not getting anything tonight.” he points out. “don’t do shit to make me angrier, who said you could use my cum like that?”

when no answer comes, he lets go of your hair with a shove. “get me the silicone dildo in the safe koutaro. the one with the vibrating head, and the lube,” he says, and you lock eyes with kou for a second. kou opens his mouth to tell akaashi that doesn’t sound like a punishment, and you slap a palm over his mouth.

“he’ll do it,” you say, “he’ll get it.”

akaashi laughs. “yes, he will.”

you’re concerned about the way akaashi’s smug smile grows wider when koutaro returns with it.

“i’ll be using it on myself,” he smiles. “you’ll sit over there and watch,” he motions to the other side of the room the matching armchairs stare back. “if I can’t make myself cum,” he tuts, “well, i have a few friends who’re willing to help.”

koutaro chokes, and you sink to your ass on the floor with a whimper, “’kaash-”

“sit, and watch,” he says, the hard edge to his voice has you both scrambling to the other side of the room. “if i don’t come, i’ll call osamu,” he chuckles, and koutaro glares at him from across the room, “him and suna would take care of me,” he sighs.

“we’re so-”

“i know, and after this you’ll think really hard about what you do and say without me,” he snarls the words and goosebumps erupt across your chest. “lying to me? what did you call it? a prank?” his laugh is hollow. “it’s almost like, my rules mean nothing to you.”

he’s stripped fully, and settled onto his knees on the couch, face down into the cushions.

“let’s hope i can make myself cum,” he groans as one of his fingers disappears into his ass. “otherwise…” he doesn’t have to say anything. both you and kou know he’d do it, this isn’t akaashi that they can argue with, this is the tryant.

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Bokuto Koutarou x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Fukurodani Fic Rec Masterlist

An Accidental Heroine ✨by meldve(oneshot, humor, fluff, crush at first sight)Yukie and Akaashi’s plans to hype Bokuto during a big game never fail. Or at least end in this way.[COMPLETED]

Crawling Back To You ✨by @kiesbrainjuice (oneshot, fluff, humor)the volleyball captain finally realizes his feelings for you and confess in a…crawling way[COMPLETED]

Cock Block by @oreosmama (oneshot, crack, slight smut)Bokuto just wants to get some, but the universe is not always on his side.[COMPLETED]

 A Hairy Situation✨ by @oreosmama (Soulmate AU, oneshot, angst to fluff) Back home in America, YN was happy to dye her hair whatever color she pleased. But now that she’s transferred to Japan as a foreign exchange student, she realizes that she’s much closer to her soulmate than she used to be… hence why her hair looks like an explosion of black and gray. What an asshole.[COMPLETED]

when the sun loves the moon by sunmoonstarsrain (friends to lovers, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort)bokuto koutarou loves you. he can't help but tell the world. the downsides of dating a popular pro-athlete were not made known to you.[COMPLETED]

Swept up in the moment✨ by Teapots_and_Teacups Bokuto had asked you out and you'd said yes without thinking. So… now you're dating the captain of the volleyball team.[COMPLETED]

Inferior by MrsTanaka (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Soulmate Au! In which the words your soulmate first says to you are tattooed on your wrist. You must hear the words spoken by your soulmate and they must be directed to you. [COMPLETED]

The Shoe Thief by aspiringauthorintraining (oneshot, fluff)You looked to Akaashi for help, but he only gave you a look of pity in return.[COMPLETED]

Azaleas and Periwinkles by @mimi-cee-hq (oneshot, fluff) Bokuto didn’t always like volleyball. He only started loving it in his third year of high school. So why was he playing volleyball in the first place? It started years ago at a flower shop with the cute tomboy girl from his neighborhood. [COMPLETED]

It's the assets ✨by PhysicalTurian(oneshot, smut)You accidentally sent a risky DM in Bokuto's instagram and delete it before he can see, but he definitely saw it. When you see him in the afternoon, he wants to talk about it, and you end up riding his thigh, which is only the beginning.[COMPLETED]

Lucid by madasahatter29(oneshot, fluff, tooth-rooting)Bokuto goes to the dentist to get his wisdom tooth removed. A.K.A. the wonders of anesthesia[COMPLETED]

honey thighs by twobirds (unrequited love, fluff, angst, first love, mutual pinning)Still on your knees, you watched Nekoma lose the second set in a row. It was hard to feel bad for your classmates when Bokuto bellowed your name, victorious smile crooked in place as he pointed a finger through the nylon net. “Wasn’t I amazing?!” All you could do was lift your camera to hide your smile.[COMPLETED]

Life's a Hoot ✨by ejqz (friends to lovers, idiots in love, slice of life, fluff, angst) After landing your dream job as an editor at a publishing company, you begin to realize all the missing and broken pieces you have neglected along the way. But when you and Akaashi attend a special exhibition match for a company project, you reunite with Bokuto Koutarou and everything swerves. The nostalgic, youthful high-school days are long gone, but good times still await you.[COMPLETED]

 If It Ain’t Broke✨ by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst to fluff) You broke up with Bokuto for a good reason. At least, what you thought was a good reason. But right now you can’t help but miss him terribly, and according to Akaashi, he’s feeling the exact same. But did you really break him like his friend said?[COMPLETED]

 Love Me Through the Phone by @oreosmama (oneshot, smut<18+>) After Bokuto leaves for an away game on Valentine’s Day weekend, you’re left to handle the day’s pleasures all on your own. There’s just one little problem–nothing comes close to what Bokuto could give you. Luckily, he offers a solution, and though it’s completely out of your wheelhouse, you find yourself desperate enough to give in.[COMPLETED]

Praiseworthy  by @oreosmama (oneshot, smut)After winning his volleyball game, Bokuto comes over wanting to celebrate. The both of you sure know how to throw a thrilling two-person party.[COMPLETED]

heart attack by kuroopaisen (oneshot, fluff)your hot roommate likes to walk around without his shirt on.[COMPLETED]

please don’t by @mitsuki-murakami (oneshot, humor, fluff)You’re never going to be the same after this.[COMPLETED]

One Track at a Time by @seokiloquy (oneshot, single parent! reader)bokuto babysits your daughter [COMPLETED]

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What are your thoughts on the yandere haikyuu teams x their manager?

Boring. I need some spice in it. How about-

Yandere Daichi as a cop and his darling is a civilian and now he's so obsessed with her that he murders her husband, frames him as a criminal and will literally stop at nothing to get darling in his arms because again... who will suspect good old, everybody's best bud COP Daichi to be able to do heinous crimes???

Yandere Sugawara as a psychiatrist because come on- he gives major "master manipulator" vibes and now he's obsessed with his darling patient and will continue to do malpractice and gaslight her and prescribe her all the wrong meds until she loses it and he gets to admit it her under his "special care" and now he can play with her mind all day long🤍

Yandere Oikawa is now a pro volleyball athlete and he just saw Ushijima's little sis, the same one he used to bully and even rejected (and ofc, HUMILIATED) when she confessed to him back in highschool. But now Oikawa's obsessed with her and also still hates his nemesis Ushijima, so what's better than killing two birds with one stone??? And Oikawa still has a very devoted fanclub, only now it's larger and more powerful than ever so now he uses them and his socials to peer pressure you into dating him and eventually, marrying him because he ain't getting any younger honey and he needs some cute babies out of you ASAP.

Yandere Kuroo who is the smart IT tech guy at your office but in reality, he has his own cyber security company that he uses to spy on you, controls your entire life through your socials and don't even get me started on your online banking shit. If its any consolation, he's very rich so... yeah. He may not look like a million bucks, but he does have them. In several offshore accounts.

Yandere Kita who somehow ended up as a mafia leader, probably inherited it as family business and he has like severe OCD so he wants everything done to perfection or so help you, you will 1000% end up 6 feet under. Mafia Kita who has this vision of you being the perfect wife, solely based om the one time you offered him your handkerchiefs because he had a nosebleed from stressing too much and now Kita thinks you're an absolute angel and he wont let you destroy that fantasy of his. Seriously. He will pick out your outfits, tell you how to act and all, punish you if he must, but he does love you.

Yandere Ushijima who is a farmer and has decided that the reader whose car broke down and came to his door asking for help, will now be his wife and be a countryside mom to many kids (u can't say no, okay? He wants a big family) and animals! But hey, he's a very caring husband and will massage your feet, give you baths and feed you his homegrown veggies and meals daily once you are round with his babies🥺

Yandere Bokuto who is now a popular politician and he needs an obedient wife to keep up appearances and play the "family man" image up. So he decides to threaten reader who had a one night stand with him, and Bokuto somehow has very intimate images and videos of you and he uses them to get you to marry him. And now he controls every aspect of your life and tells you to do exactly as he says, and he abuses this privilege more as he gets more powerful and you could only imagine the horrors he would inflict on you if he does actually win elections, but you can't run away because again- he has eyes and contacts everywhere.

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omg such good haikyuu teams i totally agree!! coould i request a bokuto x m!reader with a little angst to comfort bcuz i love hurt/comfort a little too much 🤭

Homecoming.

Bokuto x Male Reader

-hurt/comfort, temporary split, long distance, pro!Bokuto

-this was requested quite some time ago! So sorry for the wait.

Dating an athlete is not an easy thing to begin with, when it’s a professional, worldwide known athlete.. it only further complicates things.

Being with an athlete you never really know where you are on the priority list with them, this sport is quite literally their life and their job but when does a life partner come into play?

Highschool was a far easier time to date Bokuto, you’d see him in class, during lunch, after school, the weekends- basically anytime you wanted he was there! You even travelled to the different schools and districts with parents, siblings, and other players’ partners for the games.

But, once you graduated it got quite a bit harder.

You were settling into your own education and career, as was he. He was set to become a professional volleyball player like he had always dreamed about and what you had always hoped for him..

That meant long periods away from each other while you both did your own things.

It was steady and you both came out the other side successful and happy,

It wasn’t until he started with MSBY black jackals that there were true signs of trouble. It was getting harder to see eachother, even harder to just get a call or text back from one another because of timezones and offset schedules.

It broke your heart, his too.

There was a promise between you two to stick it out and that you’d always be there for eachother but you just.. weren’t sure of it these days.

It’s been two weeks since you last were able to call Bokuto, 6 months since you last saw him. And texts were far and few.

“What am I supposed to do? We can’t even talk about it because we can’t get in touch, it’s not like I can just catch a plane to see him either..”

You sat across from your childhood friend, Akaashi. He was an editor and basically worked from home so you could call him up whenever.. he was there to listen to all your relationship worries and other worries outside of it.

“You’re both my friend, there’s really nothing I can do or say to help you choose what to do, you know that. He hasn’t been in contact with me for even longer, I’m really no help..”

He mumbled, taking a sip of his drink with a frown. You knew he was right, there really was nothing you could do.. not until you could call him atleast.

—

Bokuto picked up his phone, frowning to see no notifications from you.. quickly he texted you and asked if you could call him later because he would have a gap between training sets.

He was beaming with excitement to finally be able to call you, and he had a surprise too! Quickly he showered and changed into casual clothes before heading out of the gym and off to his apartment..

As soon as he got into his apartment his phone went off, a text from you. With a smile he opened it

‘We need to talk, please make sure you actually have the time to talk this time.”

Tilting his head, he knew he had atleast 3 hours to talk to you and do whatever he needed to get done.. he dialed you, listening to the ringing with a smile

—

You paced the room, flinching when your phone started to vibrate and Bokutos contact came up. Sighing, you answered

“Hey babe! How are you? I miss you!”

“Yeah.. I said we need to talk and I’m gonna cut to the point..”

The visual of his face dropping flashed in your head, the disappointment of no loving greeting in the face of his you imagined.

“Oh! What did you wanna talk about?”

“I think we should split up. Take a break.. or end things entirely..”

The audio seemed like it dropped, complete silence on your boyfriends end..

“Huh?”

“I said we should break up.”

“..why? Did I do something? What’s wrong, what are you talking about?!”

Bokuto panicked on the other side, you bit your lip and tried to find the words

“Please don’t do this, you still love me.. right?”

A sob throbbed in your throat, squeezing your eyes shut the tears started to fall with every single one of his questions

“I do.. I love you so much. I just can’t do this anymore, it’s too hard Bo… I’m sorry, I miss you too much and I can’t keep up with the schedules! I feel like I’m not doing enough for you, and I feel like you’re slipping away from me!”

You whimpered into the phone, Bokutos breathe was heavy in the speaker- evident he was ready to cry too.

“We can make it through this! I promise, once everything settles down-“

“And when would that be?! What if it never settles down? It’s not fair to either of us to keep doing this!”

He cried, your heart shattered hearing him cry.

“I can’t do this without you, I don’t wanna do this without you.. I promise-“

“Just stop.. it’s already hard not doing this in person.. I’m sorry Bokuto. I love you, I miss you.. but I can’t do this anymore.”

“..I love you too! Please, just wait-“

You hung up, not wanting to hear what else he needed to say- you knew it would only make this worse, worse than what it was.

There was never a life you’d envisioned without him in it, you both had the whole future planned out.

It was just too hard, and you accepted the defeat.

But Bokuto wouldn’t.

—

“Woah, what happened to you?”

Atsumu raised a brow at his teammate, Bokuto was known for being a lively and energetic person but right now he looked like a wet bird.. drooping and moping around the gym; his body barely moving through the stretches.

His teammates were even more shocked to see the male ignore them and move to the other side of the gym to continue his stretches.

“Maybe he’s just sad about going home..”

Atsumu shrugged his shoulders. Not giving it much more thought but kept an eye on his teammate..

When practice was over, Bokuto continued to sulk and it got even worse through the scolding he got for appearing lazy in his practice.

“Don’t take it too hard, last practice and you gotta keep yourself from getting hurt before you get back to Y/n, hm~”

Bokuto felt an elbow nudge him in the side, he only glanced over to the yellow blonde.. lip quivering at the mention of you.

“He.. he broke up with me.”

Barely above a whisper, Atsumu went pale- he felt like an ass! Cringing to himself he pulled away and apologized.

“Are.. are uh, you still goin’ home then? You can uh.. come visit my brother with me if you want?”

He didn’t know what to say, it was an extended break for the players so he really wasn’t going to have anyone here to keep him company.. Atsumu also didn’t wanna leave his friend alone so visiting his own family was the only thing that came to mind.

“I’m still going home.. I wanna see him at least one more time, maybe he will change his mind!”

Bokuto perked up, no longer looking as soggy and limp. Atsumu forced a smile and mumbled a ‘yeah, sure!’ And watched the owl-ish man stride out of the gym once again..

He wasn’t going to let you go that easily, with a new determined mind he packed his things and caught the plane home, to you.

—

You sat in your living room, a depressed mess of packaged foods and drinks scattered around where you sat yourself down.. it’d only been maybe a day or two but the radio silence from Bokuto was deafening- not hearing his ringtone or a text notification made you sick- you were always on edge trying to hear if any notifications came. You’d gone longer without a notification but the fact that you probably weren’t going to get one again was hard.

“Why did I do this..”

Wrapping your blanket around yourself, you let yourself fall over onto your side. Tears pricking your eyes once again.

The heartbreak made you ill, your stomach ached and knotted up whenever you tried to move, eat, or even think of doing something. Your head pounded and the anxiety washed the colour out of your skin.. the full body fatigue on top of it all made you feel miserable.

This was harder than anything you had ever had to do.. it took everything in you not to call him or text him.

Sighing, you tried to fall asleep.. as tired as you were the sleep didn’t come easy.

You would try to be a normal person tomorrow, maybe this heartbreak would be easier then.

—

The familiar scents brushed in his nostrils and filled his lungs, with a bright smile he exited the plane and made his way through the airport. Unknowingly, Bokuto has started to look for you; only to upset himself when he remembered you wouldn’t be here. He sighed sadly, hailing a cab that waited on the outskirts of the exit.

You were so close, he needed to prove to you why this would all be worth it and wanted to show you how much he loved you and needs you.

The cab ride was long, almost falling asleep only to be jerked out of it from bumps in the road.

Looking out the window, he saw your town, where you’d be! Excitedly he pointed to your complex to the driver, ready to fish out money from his bag to run into the house as fast as he could.

“You’re from the Jackals right?”

“Mhm!”

“Rides on me, I’ve been rooting for the jackals since I was a teen.”

Bokuto beamed, thanking him profusely and hopping out of the car and dragging his bags behind him.

His heart was beating faster than it ever had, even when doing the miles and miles of running this is the most his chest had hurt.

The man calmed himself down, taking deep breathes to soothe his aching heart. Putting down his bags, he fished around in his pants for the key and unlocked the door quietly; sneaking in and putting his bags behind the door. He looked around, and saw the mess and a lump of blankets and pillows.

Quietly, he stepped towards the lump of blankets and saw tufts of your hair peaking out… his heart swelled and he went to kneel in-front of you, watching your sleeping face.

Lightly tapping your forehead with his finger, he checked to see how deeply you were sleeping.. you didn’t react so he figured he’d be able to pick you up and bring you to the bedroom. He slid his arms under your body and softly lifted you, being mindful of the mess in the room to not make any noise.. he would clean it before he woke you up.

He laid you down on the mattress and tucked you in, making sure you had enough blankets and pillows.. he took off his jacket and placed it on the bed before scurrying out and cleaning the living room- he wasn’t a great cook but he could atleast make sure your snacks were out and organized!

-

You woke with a start, the sunlight from opened curtains dared to blind you for a second.. you were in your room. With a groan you tossed over, hearing something fall off the bed. Sitting up, you looked to the ground to see what had fallen and it was a jacket.

Bokutos jacket.

Furrowing your brows, you tossed your blankets off your body and picked it up.. he hadn’t left this jacket here and you were sure of it, atleast you thought so.. frowning you couldn’t help yourself from hugging it- it smelt strongly of his cologne, did you fish this out last night? Come to think of it you don’t remember making it to your room..

Holding onto the jacket, you walked into the living room and saw your mess was gone.. you also don’t remember cleaning it. That was when you heard someone else walking around in the apartment.

You froze, not wanting to move.. did someone break in?! It’s an apartment complex how the hell-

Arms wrapped around you tightly, a familiar scent and body melted into you.

“You’re awake.”

Tears choked you, are you this delirious and heartbroken to imagine Bokuto?!

Whipping around, you met his face. He was worried, looking almost as if a child that had gotten in trouble..

“How.. how did you get here?!”

He nervously fumbled with the hem of his shirt, avoiding your gaze and mumbling.

“I told you to wait.. but you hung up the phone..”

Huh?

“..was going to surprise you to tell you I was gonna come home.. we got a break and.. then..”

He started to cry, you took him into your arms and let him cry. Bokuto still tried to babble out an explanation, clutching onto the front of your shirt and leaving tear stains on your shoulder.

You began to cry too, hearing him on the phone was heart breaking enough but to hold him and hear it in person shattered you.

Bokuto pulled away, wiping his tears with his arm.

“Do you still want to break up with me? I.. I can get my things and leave…. If that’s what you want..”

He hiccuped, distancing himself from you and getting ready to pack his things up again.

“Don’t go.. let’s talk.”

You hugged him tightly, he returned it with even more force and led you to the couch.

The two of you talked for hours, not even just about the split but about everything.

It was like he never left

It was like nothing had ever happened.

As the day grew into night, you found him cuddling you and sitting on your lap.

You kissed him, the two of you kissed for what felt like minutes but what hours.

When he pulled away with slightly bruised lips, his hair and face dropped- a frown glossing his lips

“Is this a goodbye? Is this it?”

Rubbing circles on his hips, you pecked his lips again.

“No, of course not. I would’ve been gone and taken my own things if I didn’t want to see you again..”

He perked up, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth

“We.. we are back together?”

“Yeah..”

He began to shake, catching your lips with his and pressing into you.

“I’m taking you with me, everywhere now. I can provide fully, take your education and job on the road with me! I can’t leave you again!”

“We’ll talk about it.. let’s just enjoy your time here..”

Bokuto smiled brightly, leaving kisses all over your face and thanking you.

“We’ll make it, I promise!”

“I know.”

[jesswritesthat]

Bokuto Kōtarō: Misunderstanding

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.5k, fluff

• Bokuto likes you, but gets the completely the wrong idea. You’re fine being friends though, right? A MSBY beach training session will sort that out.

Warnings: None

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Being surrounded by rowdy division 1 volleyball players wasn't how you expected it to be, you'd expected their level of professionalism to be carried over into their everyday lives - but this was not the case. Gladly so, honestly.

They were chaotic and mischievous, oblivious and loving, with a shenanigan never too far away. This was especially true for Bokuto, the wing Spiker who you'd become undeniably close with.

It was no secret he'd felt the same, always greeting you first and walking you home if you remained after his false promises of 'one more'.

MSBY could see it plain as day, though Bokuto had insisted you were only one of his best friends, there was a growing attraction imbued to his actions. How his gaze softened upon seeing you, how he'd memorised your boundaries so he could utilise physical contact, and how he'd effortlessly fit into your everyday life.

The teasing of his current teammates was swiftly dismissed as a joke however, when he received a visit from a particular nutritionist that seemed to shatter everyones' perceptions. Yukippe and Bokuto spent the entire visit by one another's side leaving you all to simply get on with your respective jobs bar a few interactions.

"So you're pretty close with (L/n)-san huh?"

Shirofuku Yukie observed, the former manager of Fukurōdani - a team Bokuto truly cherished and would enthusiastically talk to you about late into the night and then profusely apologise for keeping you out so late whilst walking you home or preparing his bed for you to crash in. Yet every time, the love never faded.

It meant Yukie, like the rest of the team, was special to him.

"Didn't you hear me tell you the last 10 times Yukippe? We're not together, only friends and that's it - right (Y/n)?" He'd called after you for support when you'd walked past, yourself heaving a dejected sigh when answering and leaving the room.

"Platonic with a capital P."

The nutritionist seemed a little deflated by your deadpan response and lack of flustering to her claims as you disappeared through the gym doors, having hoped you'd felt the same attraction as her old Ace clearly did to you.

"Friends don't... you don't look at your friends like that Kōtarō. Not once did you ever look at Fukurōdani like that." Yukie pleadingly justified, both former Fukurōdani members outcast from the speculation regarding them.

"I know... but I can't help it." Bokuto hummed hopelessly, the truth making his emotions even more jarring. "I'd date them in a heartbeat, honestly."

"Then why don't you birdbrain?"

"Eh?! Because I can't! They're just not into... I mean they..." He froze again, this time due to his uncertainty about personal specifics being public knowledge - you'd scolded him on not thinking before he speaks multiple times, and this was one of those times. "They're... just a friend."

———

It was the day you dreaded, the MSBY Jackals had decided to head out to the beach to try an unorthodox form of training recommended by Hinata. The man had experience as a beach volleyball player and suggested playing on sand had increased both his power and balance for on court matches also.

So here you stood, watching a bunch of physically fit pro athletes in swimwear play varying matches of beach volleyball. You'd crafted a necessary regime though and prepared everything required, and it seemed your team were surprised by your less formal appearance (as you're fairly certain this trip wasn't entirely for training purposes considering they'd reserved a chunk of their schedule for swimming and such).

As expected they'd garnered a fair bit of admiration but you remained oblivious to the attention you were getting, even if the team were protectively aware. All the more amusing when Bokuto noticed it too, overhearing a nearby strangers comment along the lines of "...really hot, I'll try to talk to them when they’re finished and I get the chance." directed toward you.

It was no surprise (to the team) when their resident loud mouth decided to make an overly showy entrance.

"Then we can work on— argh the hell?" You pulled the MSBY track jacket from your head, revealing a bemused team and happy-go-lucky Bokuto walking backwards presenting himself with arms wide.

"Don't want you damaging your skin in the sun!" A double thumbs up and cheesy grin was sent your way courtesy of the spiker much to your chagrin. Is this how that Akaashi guy felt catching jackets all the time?

Regardless you put it on, resuming your informative update and even when you were done, you missed the unanimous smirks of the team due to having no interruptions despite having the chance.

MSBY had taken a brief break in the sea / sunbathing and to your expectancy there was a commotion in the water, having used your hand as shade to see you immediately regretted doing so. Kōtarō had stepped out of the ocean, muscles dripping and hair unfairly framing his face with a bright grin on his features. You hated this job, you hated this job, god dammit why?! Naturally he was greeted by two beautiful women and you're certain they'd complimented him and asked a question but he strolled right past them - only then did you realise his gaze was locked on you.

In a second a finger gently lifted your chin and you were met with the most beautiful sight you'd ever seen in your life, the sunlight highlighting his skin only disabling your thoughts further.

"Hey hey hey! What are you staring at (Y/n)? You zoned out."

"Uh— I, breathtaking..." You'd breathed it in way that caught Kōtarō off guard, amber irises analytically scanning your eyes, then lips, prior to turning to the horizon which snapped you back to reality.

"Yeah it is an incredible view huh?" He'd moved to stand by your side now, hands proudly on his hips.

"Yeah the view." A pause, then a glare. "Kōtarō those women...!"

"He really doesn't have eyes for anyone else does he?" Hinata chuckled, watching the scene unfold alongside Atsumu.

"Nah, (Y/n) is the only one who doesn't realise though."

They overheard your faint protest of how 'women were trying to talk to him and he shouldn't have just ignored them like that' but Bokuto seemed to happily dismiss it.

"Why so mad? Did you think they were pretty? I can introduce you if you want (Y/n)?" His reply was questionable, and once Bokuto had gone over to (an eavesdropping) Atsumu and Hinata (who were definitely flustering him about something) you fell into thought.

You'd seen Atsumu address most who tried to flirt with him, the same with the other players, but the fact Bokuto had just ignored them was strange. Normally he enjoyed praise after matches, or any time really. Maybe he'd reached his limit today?

You didn’t have time to further ponder it though when you were interrupted by the aforementioned trio - Bokuto hailing your attention.

“Hey (N/n)! We’re gonna have another game, will you be my partner?”

“Did you run out of teammates? Or did Sakusa say no?”

“No! Jeez, I wanted you to set for me is that such a crime?” Bokuto jokingly pouted, yourself only shaking your head in bemusement.

“I’m in, makes sense to put the two Spikers on different teams.”

“Sure. That’s why Bokkun asked.” Atsumu muttered under his breath, received a chiding jab to his side courtesy of the owl.

———

It was a late practice tonight but you believed the beach trip a week ago had imbued them with motivation. As the final practice match came to an end, the team prepared to head off separately. However, Meians’ partner had come for him today and you regretfully found yourself admiring the pair - how she’d brought food for him, and waited to go home together.

A defeated sigh escaped you, and only then did you take note of the presence beside you.

"Are you thinking about trying whatever they were eating?" Kōtarō spoke, gym bag over his shoulder having followed your direction of sight.

"Sorta? Well more like... no it's stupid." You embarrassingly waved it off, starting toward the exit when a gentle grip clasped your wrist.

"I'll still listen, stupid is more fun. Plus now I'm hungry."

You watched as he planted himself on the bench, a competitive aura about him that said 'I’m not moving until you tell me' and who were you to deny the person who was walking you home.

"Well, I was just thinking about going out with someone but I don't think it's in the cards for me." Your calm nature and words seemed to surprise him, Bokutos' eyes widening slightly and for a second you swore he was contemplating more than usual.

"You're really awesome, you know that right?" You turned to him now, completely puzzled whilst he continued. "Anyone would be so lucky to have you, I'd be ecstatic, so try to see yourself how I see you."

"If you see me so positively, maybe you should just date me yourself Kōtarō." You jokingly laughed along with that accompaniment when he abruptly stood up with renewed determination.

"I would! I love you as a friend anyway and I've liked you for ages, but I can't."

"What? I thought you liked Shirofuku hence why you were telling her we were just friends." You facepalmed, but reiterated your point of view to aid with his understanding.

"No I— I thought you were only into girls!"

…

There was a mortified silence, like the whole gymnasium had heard this and decided to tune in to listen. You're almost certain you heard Atsumu choke.

"Since when?! Where did you even get the idea?"

“Huh? I dunno, overheard ‘Tsum ‘Tsum mention it once, and you’ve never been bothered by male attention so I didn’t pry.”

“And you believed Miya Atsumu?!” You swear you heard the entire remaining team unanimously facepalm, grumbling curses under their breath despite Miyas’ hopeless protest.

“You gotta trust your teammates right? But when you put it like that…” Bokuto looked sheepish, despite his adamant defence of his setter which only left you laughing out loud.

“What’s so funny? It was a misunderstanding, I didn’t treat you differently and love you all the same no matter who you like.”

You paused, sighing hopelessly with a soft smile matching your new tone.

"Kōtarō, I like you."

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[ Masterlist ]

[i-am-a-senpai]

My HCs for the Haikyuu pro characters post-retirement careers

Hinata - He will coach a former powerhouse college volleyball team that's having a rough few years, and guide them to a national championship title.

Kageyama - He will play volleyball until his coach tells him to "please retire already," then he'll be on a bachelor type dating show where he'll try his very best to be a good reality tv star but it'll be painfully obvious that he has no idea what's going on half the time. It will be the highest rated season of the show. Eventually he'll become a trophy husband who spends his days playing volleyball in the seniors league.

Bokuto - He will start a TikTok account where he does volleyball trickshots.

Atsumu - He will play volleyball until he gets a career ending injury. Afterwards, he'll try out a bunch of different career paths, but the one that ends being the most successful is underwear modelling.

Sakusa - His rich family will set him up with a nice job.

Ushijima - Volleyball trainer for the JNT (not the coach and not the athletic trainer, but the guy who comes in and critiques everyone's form.)

Hoshiumi - He will become a very passionate volleyball commentator.

Aran - He'll go to college for a few years before joining the JNT as a coach. Atsumu will still be on the team by the time he starts coaching. He will have a standing offer to join the FIVB as an official, and every day with Atsumu will bring him closer to accepting that offer.

Oikawa - He will coach in Argentina. He will also have two lovely, talented but unambitious children who will frustrate him, but he'll love them dearly anyway.

Yaku - He's gonna go into sales or real estate and make a killing.

[hxltic]

i have this idea of gymnast! reader and bokuto that I can't get put of my headddd, like her going to his practice and him going to readers as well 😫 cute

Omgomg this is so cute!! I used to be a gymnast😼

The power couple. Y’all do everything together.

Before he went pro, you both attended the same college. He was captain for the last two years he was there, well known throughout campus, but mainly for reasons other than his volleyball talent. Innocent reasons, of course.

But I mean can you blame them? Look at him.

Big bright eyes, expressive and sweet. Huge too. On top of practically towering over everyone he meets, his vivacious nature makes you comfortable and him a likable person overall. It’s not surprising seeing all of the girls that would attach themselves to him.

He’d politely decline, and looking over his show-stopping smile, it provides enough comfort after being rejected to ask if they can recruit themselves as friends instead. He can’t say no to friends, especially after already saying it once, so he internally sighs and nods his head. It was awkward the first few times but he’s come to learn they never actually call. And if they text, it’s just basic conversation that he feels they don’t actually care to know about him.

You met at a meeting for the athletes held by the school, basically congratulating the hard work and achievements of the individual teams and important players. He went up in ranks for his hitting accuracy, dependability, and being an accomplished six rotation player. An overall asset to his team. He shakes the hand of his coach and an older man, taking his certificate, and standing up on the stage for the picture.

After entering the transfer portal, you were elated when one of the top scoring colleges for Women’s Collegiate Gymnastics gave you an offer. Of course you took the chance. With the sport being more of an individual achievement, even though the scoring is all added up in the end, you consistently dropped incredible numbers for the team. You like vault the best, but your teammates are in love with your floor routine and music.

So you go up next. Your hair moving behind you as you step up to your own coach and shake her hand, then receive the frame, ordered to stand right next to Bokuto.

His weight might be shifting, and his eyes may be flickering back and forth from you to the clapping audience of your peers, but he can’t help it. You’re the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

You’re only a few centimeters shorter, your skin glistens, and your pretty eyes are hid from him when your side profile leaves curly hair fallen over your ears. He forces himself to look forward for the last group picture of the ceremony, making a mental note to look up the name he’s heard called by the announcer more than once.

And he does just that. It was a little creepy at first but that was how you met. Now, you both go to the gym in your free time. He powers you through your sets, promising different motivators (new shoes) and food, while you try your best to do the same to him. Most of the time is spent giggling, but hey. Y’all work out with your respective teams on the days you’re supposed to, so does it really matter?

You mainly watch his games because some of your practices are on the same day. Watching these men swing with all their might knowing people on the other side are intended to receive the hit is insane to you. Watching who he explained is the libero throw himself around or get behind balls that seem to be barreling toward his face. You would literally shit yourself.

Meanwhile, when Bokuto comes to watch you, he admires the technical training and physicality that goes into running full speed at an inanimate object and tossing yourself around. How you manage not only to balance, but make it look pretty, and stay pretty doing it. He claims he gets sweaty and gross.

Sometimes after a workout, he’ll walk into your practice and finds a seat somewhere. He hears fast steps, vault boards going off, mats caving from being landed on—it’s all music to his ears now. He’s unironically close with your coach (as he is all the others, and the dietician), mainly because he’s around for you. You try not to get distracted by his slumped figure eyeing you from afar. It gets hard when you do full out routines at the end and you stick it.

He doesn’t truly understand the scoring and how meticulous it is, just that a fall is bad and you have to try your best not to wobble. Which is exactly why even if it wasn’t your best routine, it looked all the perfect to him, and he celebrates when you land your dismount.

There’s nothing more he loves than watching you get ready before meets. Braiding your own hair or letting your teammate do it, putting glitter of the school colors in spots on your face to match the leotard, doing the makeup, and putting the colorful bows in the bun— it’s all a process to him. You look gorgeous after, even when you’ve tucked yourself away in the school tracksuit that hides those thick legs he knows you has.

That’s what he loves most. God, your legs. Your whole physique really. Long, strong legs and thighs that could crush him. Arms that he has to remind you are sexy when you’re looking at yourself in a dress.

Bokuto is strong, he knows that. He’s been athletic and probably has never been out of shape a day in his life. To be with someone that matches his lifestyle and is amazing at her sport? He considers himself blessed. There’s nobody that understands him like you do.

©️hxltic

[mik0rin]

are we still friends? status: yes, but only friends...

kuroo tetsuro x black fem reader genre: college au, smut, childhood best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers warnings: cussing, men hitting on you, alcohol consumption, NSFW 18+ MDNI, there's a plot, slight begging, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), kuroo is like a soft dom (?), penetration, overstimulation, whiny kuroo, praise, slight size kink, good girl/angel/pretty girl is used word count: 5,388

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Condensation drips onto the table and the sound of other’s conversation carries into your booth. You sip on your drink, half-listening to the conversation of three men at your table. 

“Are you single, y/n?”

“Why?” You tilt your head, a flirty smile on your face, “Are you finally gonna confess your love to me, Kotaro?”

“Actually, he has a crush right now.” Akaashi chimes in. 

Your spine instantly straightens and your eyes narrow in on him. Bokuto refuses to look at anyone, instead, he turns his head to the side and you get a good view of his ears which are now flaming a bright red. 

“Who?” Both you and Kuroo question. 

“A figure skater that practices in the rink below their gym.” 

“Akaashi….” Bokuto whines. 

“You have to show me a picture.” 

Akaashi mouths a “later” and you nod in understanding. 

The pro-athlete clears his throat, “Moving on, are you single or not?” 

“Of course she’s single,” Kuroo answers for you. 

You glare at him, “You’re acting like I didn’t have a boyfriend two months ago.”

Tetsuro snorts, “That loser?” 

His tone is one you’re familiar with, it’s how he says something without actually saying it.  

“I just feel like you’re trying to say I'm a loser by association.” 

“Why would I go through all that trouble? If I wanted to call you a loser, I would just call you one, loser.” 

You flick him in the forehead and the boy lets out a high-pitched “ow” and you turn your attention back to your other friend. 

“I am Taro, but why?” 

“Atsumu likes you and won’t stop begging me to set you guys up.”

You’ve met Atsumu on several occasions and you get along with him well enough, but you only ever saw him as Kotaro’s teammate. When you were around him, you couldn’t fathom having anything other than platonic feelings for him and if you were being honest: sometimes he gave you a headache. 

“Oh. Then I’m not single.” 

The three boys erupt into loud laughter and you wait for them to calm down before continuing. 

“He’s incredibly fine, don't get me wrong, but Atsumu is so….” 

“Atsumu.” Everyone fills in the blank, knowing smiles on their faces. 

“Yeah, exactly. Whoever ends up dealing with that personality of his, bless their heart.”

The conversation shifts from love interests to something else, and a small smile bends your lips. You were so happy that you could hang out like this again; that you and Kuroo are back to what you used to be and you’ll make sure it never ends up any different. 

The talking dies down a bit, everyone's focus is on the food in front of them, that’s until Bokuto and Akaashi share a look before leaning towards you. 

“We want to know more about your ex-boyfriend.” 

Men are so incredibly nosy and will never admit it. 

“There’s nothing to really say. We were together and now we’re not.” You shrug. 

Kuroo waves around his skewer like a gavel, “I never liked him.” 

You roll your eyes, “You never like anyone I date.” 

“They aren’t likable people.” 

“But I like them?” 

“And there’s something wrong with you, I keep telling you.” He puts a hand on your shoulder in fake pity, and you slap it off. 

Akaashi sighs, knowing that the two of you will be at this back and forth for a while. 

You point at yourself, “Something wrong with me?” and then you poke him in the chest “Yet I’m not the one who is perpetually single or when I do date, I don’t get dumped.” 

Bokuto laughs and Kuroo shoots him a hard look. Since high school, everyone has quickly learned that trying to argue with you was futile, but Kuroo was the only one who could kind of keep up with you. 

Kotaro’s eyes light up and he first points at you, “If Tetsuro doesn’t like anyone you date,” he then uses his other hand to point to the boy next to you “and you always get dumped.”

“Hey!” 

“Why don’t you date each other?” Bokuto looks so pleased with himself like he found the answer to everything wrong in the world. But you two? You almost knock a drink over in shock and Kuroo chokes on the piece of chicken he’s chewing on. 

“Excuse me?” You say, incredulously. You really cannot believe your ears, it’s not like this is the first time you’ve heard this before, but it is surprising to hear it from someone that you were both close with. 

Keiji’s eyes widen a fraction and he looks at the two of you in slight disbelief, “Wait, the thought has never crossed your minds?” 

You look at each other, mutual agreement in your eyes as you both shake your heads and go, “No.” 

“Tetsuu has always been just my best friend.” You add. 

The man’s voice is a bit hoarse due to his previous choking spell, but he coughs out a “Yeah, same.” 

The blue-eyed man raises an eyebrow at you, “You’ve never had feelings for each other?” 

You put a hand over your heart, “I haven’t. As for Testuu…. I don’t know, we all know he’s weak to a pretty girl. Poor thing is so easily swayed.” 

Kuroo crosses his arms over his chest, “And who told you were pretty?”

“Your father.” 

This descends into another argument between the two of you; and Bokuto counts the amount of times Kuroo makes an indication he’s offended and Akaashi counts how many times you tell him to “Shut up talking to me.” It’s a little game the two of them play when they know they can't stop you from verbally attacking each other. You finally calm down and dismiss Tetsuro with a “Whatever, don’t talk to me.”

“Are you guys coming to my friend’s pre-grad party? It’s next next Friday.” 

Akasshi and Bokuto look at you with sorry expressions, telling you that they have important tests or a game that weekend. Your lips start to fall into a pout and your eyes begin to widen, and they immediately look away because they’ll crack at your puppy-dog expression and you weaponize it so well. 

Kuroo raises his hand, “I’m going.” 

“Well, you’re not important.” You wave him off.

“Oh, really? Have fun going by yourself.” 

Your arms wrap around him and he tries to escape, “You know I love you the most. I was just playing.”

The music is so loud you can feel the bass in your bones. You readjust your mini skirt and touch up your lipgloss before the door swings open and Mika pulls you into a tight hug. The words exchanged between you two are so fast, and Kuroo can only catch a few compliments on each other’s outfits and asking if that person is here. You turn to the man next to you and introduce him, explaining that Mika was your best friend in Osaka and you’re so excited that you finally get to meet each other. 

The three of you talk a little bit more before you send Kuroo to the kitchen to grab drinks. Your curly-haired friend instantly hooks her arm with yours and looks at you with a proud smile.

“This is the best-looking boyfriend you’ve had,” She tells you. 

“What?” 

Mika lists the attributes she thinks are working in Kuroo’s favor, “He’s tall, has a nice voice, and knows how to listen.”

You wave your hands and shake your head, “Mika, wait. He’s my best friend.” 

“Sure..” She puts her hands up, making air quotations as she speaks, “Best friend.” 

“Why are you doing that? I’m dead serious right now.’” You lean into your right hip, your arms crossing over your chest. 

Your friend mirrors your pose, “Okay, so how come I haven’t heard about him before?” 

“Well, we fought and then didn’t talk for two years. And you have, remember when I said I made up with my friend a few months back?” 

“Oh, that’s him? Ahh, I see what’s going on here.” Mika has a dreamy look in her eyes and she brings her clasped hands up to her cheek, “You decided to take your relationship to the next level because you’re scared to lose each other again.” 

Your friend is such a hopeless romantic, you both are, but she’s one in a fairytale way. 

“What? No, we’re just friends.” 

She looks at you with a sly smile, “Okay~” 

You sigh, what is up with everyone lately? “Mika, seriously.” 

Kuroo returns, placing the ice-cold bottle on your exposed midsection and you yelp in surprise. He laughs, eyes sparkling with mischief as he hands your friend her drink. She looks at the two of you with a knowing smile, and you give her a light slap on the arm with a warning: “Behave.”  

The three of you move to the dancefloor and dance for what feels like hours, there’s a thin layer of sweat that coats your body and your limbs start to ache from the constant movement. Mika was whisked away by someone she’s been talking to. You and Kuroo continue on in her absence, screaming lyrics to one of your favorite songs and as it ends, he tells you that he has to piss and you scold him for being so vulgar. 

You exit the crowd and Kuroo makes his way to the bathroom, you take this as an opportunity to lean against the cool wall. Your eyes flutter close as your breath starts to even out and then suddenly, you feel someone stand directly in front of you. Your eyes open and you’re met with a man you’ve never seen before. 

You don’t let him get one word in and hit him with, “I have a boyfriend, he’s in the bathroom.” 

He puts his hands up, “I haven’t even said anything.” 

“And? I’m letting you know.” 

“Let your boyfriend know that he shouldn’t be leaving such a beautiful girl on her own.” 

You roll your eyes at him, men never know when to quit. You don’t say anything else and wait for him to leave but when he doesn’t, you let out an annoyed sigh. 

“I’m waiting for your boyfriend, making sure you’re safe. Plus I know how you girls are, playing hard to get by saying you're taken.” 

You scoff and your head starts to pound from his stupidity. You glance over your shoulder, praying Tetsuro comes back soon. You spot his tall frame and almost yell out in relief. When he makes his way over to you, he doesn’t even acknowledge the man who is hellbent on lingering. 

Your hand curls around his bicep, “Babe, you took too long.” You pout and Kuroo feels his heart begin to speed up. Why are you looking at him like that? 

And why did he like it? 

His face is clouded with confusion and the other man can tell, and you really hope you can put on a convincing show. Your eyes dart between your best friend and the unidentified man who is a few steps away. Tetsuro catches on and presses a quick apology kiss to your temple like a real boyfriend would do. It’s a routine he’s used to; always fending off men who couldn’t get the hint and usually, they would run off after one look at his tall stature and hard gaze that borders murderous. But this one is particularly stubborn. 

“Sorry, angel. There was a long line.” The raven-haired man finally turns his attention to the other boy, “Can I help you?” Kuroo’s voice is harsh and he steps in front of you protectively. 

“Do you really think I’m going to believe this lie? He didn’t even seem sure you were talking to him.” His words are aimed towards you but you don’t offer him the luxury of a reply. 

Tetsuro’s jaw clenches and his hands ball into fists- he looks so angry. And your brain is going haywire because why does he look so sexy? His voice drops an octave and your heart speeds up, “I don’t give a fuck what you think. We don’t have to prove anything to you.” 

The other man says something but you’re getting tired of this fast. You grab Tetsuro by the collar of his shirt, your faces level with each other and your lips at his ear, “We’re gonna kiss. Is that okay?” 

His voice is too quiet for anyone other than you to hear, “Okay.” 

Then you smash your lips against his, and you forget all about whoever was bothering you. Kuroo is an amazing kisser, his lips are soft against yours and you can taste the berry chapstick you lent him. He kisses you like a prayer desperate to be answered and his body is pressing you flush against the wall, while his arms are caging you in. 

Tetsuro knows this is for show, he knows this is to prove that asshole wrong but the way your plush lips are moving in perfect sync with his is enough to send him to an early grave. You taste like bubblegum and the best time of his life. He wants to devour you with each kiss, he wants to hear what sounds you make, and when he bites your bottom lip; he gets a preview of the sweetest moan he has ever heard. 

When your lungs can no longer survive without a new breath, you pull away for air. The stupid man had left with an angry grumble the second your lips touched. 

“Thanks.” You breathe out. 

Kuroo’s cheeks are a soft pink, “No problem.” 

The two of you separate and you tell him you’re going to look for Mika, skipping off like nothing ever happened. But his hands touch his swollen lips as he watches the way your hips sway as you walk away. 

You push your apartment door open and when Kuroo steps in, you let it slam behind you with a loud bam. You’re glad your roommate took a couple’s trip with her girlfriend because the amount of noise you’re making right now is disrespectful. You’re beyond tired and not physically, mentally. The kiss still has your head spinning and as for the rest of the night? You spent it putting a considerable distance between you and Tetsu, and you hope he didn’t take offense to it but even being able to feel his body heat or catch a whiff of his cologne was driving you insane. 

You walk into your room, turning on the lamp and it envelopes the room in warm light. With your back towards him you ask, “Do you want to shower first?” 

Kuroo sighs quietly, his heart racing at the thought of mustering up the courage to take this step. “We’re still friends, right?” 

You turn around so fast, thinking that your actions during the latter half of the night hurt his feelings. 

“Why wouldn’t we be?” 

The man’s eyes meet yours in the dim lighting, his pupils are dilated and his gaze flickers to your lips. 

“I want to kiss you again but as friends…” 

You want to ask him to repeat it but you hear him loud and clear, and your response rings even clearer in your mind. 

“If it’s as friends then that should be fine.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Then his hands on your waist pulling you in and his lips on yours, kissing you like a man starved. Your arms wrap around his neck and somehow you feel like he’s kissing you even better than before. Your fingers toy with hair at the nape of his neck; Kuroo moans into the kiss and you smile, and he just about loses it. 

He needs to touch you more.

Tetsuro’s hands climb up your waist, passing over your chest, and grazing your hardened nipples before they settle on your face. The action causes you to gasp and he takes it as a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He groans at the feeling of being even closer to you; his knee slips in between your thighs, pressing against your clothed core. 

You pull away for air and a soft “fuck” falls from your swollen lips. Kuroo doesn’t stop, he just moves on to your neck, sucking and biting. You tilt your head to give him more access and he’s whispering your name into the marks he leaves behind and you’re damn near melting in his arms. 

And right now you’re not thinking about the implications of kissing your best friend.

No. 

You’re thinking about fucking him. 

Tetsuro knows you’re crossing over into dangerous territory, and he knows himself. If he kept going like this he wouldn’t stop and he doesn’t want to push towards a boundary you might not want to cross. So, he pulls away and you whimper at the loss of contact. You try to pull him back in by his belt loops but he takes a small step back, and your hands lightly dust over the tent in his pants and he hisses at the contact. 

He’s about to give in to your silent demand for more but he wants to mess with you, he couldn’t help it. It was the dynamic the two of you have and it’s hard not to give into it. 

“You know I always tell you to use your words. So, tell me what you want, angel.” 

He’s just teasing, he’s always just teasing. 

But, your brain is foggy with lust and need, and you need him in ways you never thought possible. 

“I want you to fuck me, please Tetsuu.” 

Never in a million years did you think you would be begging for Kuroo Tetsuro but here you are, eyes boring into his and your heart hammering against your ribcage. 

Tetsuro’s face flushes a bright red and his cock strains against his pants; he didn’t expect this. He wants to tear his gaze away but your eyes are sinful and you’re looking at him like he's the only man in the world. And god, you don’t know what it does to him. Kuroo wants to ruin you, he wants to make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, he wants you to be so lost in the pleasure he brings you- all you ever think about is him. 

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” 

The first thing to go is his shirt and your hand trails down chest and stomach, the muscles flexing under your fingers. Kuroo wants to comment on how you’ve seen it before but a few open-mouthed kisses to his collarbone steals the words right out of his mouth. His hands drop down to your mini skirt but they falter and you give him a nod to tell him it’s okay but his hands still don’t move. 

“What’s wrong?” Your tone is a bit impatient but still concerned nonetheless. 

He smirks, “Kinda wanna fuck you in it.” You want to tell him to do it but he’s already yanking it down with a “But it’s too pretty to ruin, just wear it for me another time.” 

Another time? 

He’s getting caught up in the act, don’t think too much of it. 

The rest of your clothes follow and Kuroo leads you to the bed with a kiss as he expertly removes your bra. Your back is now flat against the mattress and he takes no time to leave a trail of kisses from your lips to your sternum. Your breath is heavy and everywhere he touches feels like it’s on fire. And when his mouth wraps around your nipple, his name tumbles from your lips in a whine. 

Kuroo looks up at you, his tongue swirling around the bud and his fingers playing with the other one. You're a mess- he’s making you a mess, and he’s loving every second of it. His dick is painfully hard but you have to get off first before he even thinks about himself. 

“So pretty.” He mumbles against your skin, his mouth switching over to the other side. You clench around nothing and you can feel your arousal slide down your thigh, you’re aching for him in one place and you’re growing impatient. 

“Tetsuro,” You grab one of his hands and trail it down your body until it’s right where you want it. “Here, need you here.” 

A string of curses leaves his mouth, you’re going to kill him. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He uses his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit and pleasure shoots through your every nerve. Your eyes flutter close and you don’t even see him move down, but you do feel his tongue lick one languid stripe along your slit. 

“Oh god.” You moan out and your hands fly to his hair, tugging at the ends. The boy continues his ministrations, switching between slowly licking your folds and sucking your clit. Cries, moans, and curses fall from your lips and they only egg him on. You taste so good and he only wishes he could’ve done this sooner, he could eat you out until daybreak or until his last breath: whichever came first. 

“Need you to cum on my tongue, pretty girl. Can you do that?” His voice vibrates throughout your core and your hips grind against his face on their accord. 

You nod furiously and Tetsuro chuckles at your enthusiasm, the vibration pulls another sweet sound out of you and it sets him off.  His mouth is moving like its one purpose is to help you reach bliss and he’s doing a damn good job. 

Kuroo’s long fingers prod your entrance and when your eyes open again, you find him staring at you, the question burning in his gaze and you don’t trust yourself to form a coherent answer, so you nod and he pushes them in. 

He pumps his digits at a slow pace, making sure you can feel all of it and you feel the familiar knot start to tighten in the pit of your stomach. And Kuroo can feel it, in the way your walls clench around him. So, he speeds up and curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot over and over. 

“So close, Tetsuu. I’m so close, please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for but Kuroo’s tongue applies just the right amount of pressure on your sensitive bud and it sends you over the edge. 

Your vision goes white and euphoria takes over every single one of your senses, your body shakes and your best friend’s face is drenched in your juices. Tetsuro doesn’t stop, he helps you ride it out, enjoying the view of you coming completely undone at his hand. 

“You look so pretty when you cum on my face.” He’s lapping up all evidence of your orgasm and you start to push him away, the feeling is overwhelming. 

“Too much,” You whine. 

“Give me one more, please? You taste so good, angel. I don’t wanna stop.” 

Your mind is fuzzy with pleasure and though the overstimulation is a bit painful, it hurts so good. 

“Okay.” And his tongue is on you once more, and it doesn’t take much for you to hit that high again and you do it with a scream of his name. 

Tetsuro comes up and meets you with a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his lips. The kiss is messy, full of wanton need that puts the sin, Lust, to shame. And you can feel Kuroo’s hard cock in between your thighs and it brushes against your wet slit, he whimpers into your mouth and you realize he’s been holding back the whole time.

You pull away and sit up on your elbows, there’s a sex-drunk smile on your face and Kuroo almost cums on the spot at the sight.

“Are you gonna make me wait all night?” 

That’s all he needs to hear and he’s pulling open your nightstand drawer and grabbing a condom. He rips open the foil packaging with his teeth and slides it on, his eyes never leave your frame even when yours drop down and widen at the size. 

You can never tease him again. 

Kuroo hooks one of your legs around his waist and places the other on his shoulder. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly starts to push in. Your moans mix together like a forbidden melody as his tip makes it past. 

The stretch burns and tears prick the back of your eyes, the pain is burning pleasure but god, you don’t know if you can take all of him. Tetsuro is trying his hardest not to lose control, but you feel so good around him, your walls soft and fluttering against him as they try to adjust. 

“F-fuck, you feel like h-heaven.” His words come out in a whine and you love the way he sounds.

He’s barely halfway and you’re already feeling so full. “Tetsuu, it’s so big. I don’t thin-” 

He cuts you off, “I know, I know but you’re taking me so well, pretty girl. Just relax.” 

And you do as he says, and he bottoms out with a hiss and you cry out. 

He moves with slow strokes and soft moans fall from your lips. His dark eyes are full of passion and his voice is breathy, “Such a good girl when you listen to me. Where is this usually, hmm?” 

You turn your head in embarrassment, you’re usually quick to say something smart and shut him down. But, right now? You’re hanging on to his every word and doing as he says.

Kuroo stops moving and you mewl out, “Keep going.” Your head is still turned and your eyes are closed. 

“Look at me.” 

You refuse, still trying to get him to continue fucking you without giving in to his demand. He starts to pull out and you sob at the feeling of emptiness. 

“Look at me or I won’t do anything.” 

Your head turns and your eyes open, and he smirks like he’s won a gold prize. “Good girl.” 

And he’s slamming back into you, his pace is fast and unforgiving. Sweat gives his skin a light sheen and the sound of skin hitting skin and how wet you are, echo throughout the room. You can’t even form words because Tetsuro is fucking them out of you and every time he compliments you, you clench around him and he groans. 

“You feel so good, baby.” He pulls you even closer to him, angling himself and he hits that sweet spot that has your walls spasming around him. 

“Tetsuu” You whimper out.

“You like when I fuck you like this, angel?” You’re so full of him, you can feel him in your stomach. He’s relentless, hitting that spot over and over again. You can’t even answer him because he’s slowly pulling out and then reentering just as slowly, making you feel every inch of him. 

Your pussy is so warm around him and he stutters, you’re milking him and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going. 

“C-can’t answer? Am I- fuck.” 

Kuroo can’t even finish his own sentences, the way your face expresses pure bliss and how you squeeze around him, is driving him insane. 

“S’good.” You slur, “You’re so good to me.” 

“Yeah? You treat me even better, pretty girl.” That name makes you tighten around him and his strokes start to turn sloppy, “Letting me taste you, letting me inside you.” 

He’s so close and you are too, and his hand snakes its way in between your bodies. He rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb. 

“Tetsu, gonna cum if you-” The combination of his thumb and his cock hitting that spongy spot has your mouth falling open in a silent scream. 

You pulse around him, and Kuroo lets out a whiny, “Shit, I’m cumming,” and he’s spilling into the condom.

And just like earlier he doesn’t stop, he continues drilling into you even if he’s sensitive to the point it hurts. He’s repeating your name over and over again in the form of whimpers and you’re clawing at his back; your fourth orgasm of the night taking over your entire body until you’re seeing stars and Tetsuro follows right behind you, filling up the rubber once more. 

The man gently places your legs back on the bed and his head falls onto your shoulder, your breaths are heavy and uneven. He pulls out and you make a quiet noise at the feeling. 

“Sorry.” He mutters, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone. Kuroo gets up, takes off the condom, and ties it before dumping it in the trash. He also picks up his boxers, putting them on as he walks over to your bathroom. You hear the sound of the shower and while your body is spent, the thought of a hot shower gives you just enough energy. Your best friend comes back out and picks you up bridal-style, helping you get to the bathroom. He sets you down and your feet come in contact with the cold tile. 

“Can you stand? Or do I need to help you shower?” His voice conveys his concern but his eyes also tell you he’s being cheeky. 

You shoot him a look, “I think I’ll be fine, thank you.” You brush past him, legs a bit wobbly and you hear him stifle laughter. You throw him a glare over your shoulder and he only smiles. 

Tetsuro exits the bathroom after you step into the shower, he picks up all of your abandoned clothing and tosses it into the hamper. He changes your sheets and collects his thoughts; this isn’t very platonic of you and he starts to worry that it’s gonna change everything between you two. 

And he can’t handle it if your friendship is ruined, again. But, he quells his negative thoughts and tells himself you’ll cross that bridge when you get there, even though you’re only a few steps away from it. For now, he won’t act as if nothing happened but he won't let it change anything either. 

Even if there is a tiny voice in his heart hoping that it will. 

You step out of the bathroom, your pajamas hanging loosely on your body and your face fresh and glowy. You look around your bedroom, admiring the new sheets and clean floor. Kuroo looks at you, his face full of emotions you can’t name and you desperately want to know what he’s thinking. But, you couldn’t even figure out what was going on in your own mind. You only stare right back at him, and you wonder if the two of you are communicating with your expressions. Assuring the other that it was okay and the conversation would be had at another time. 

Tetsuro breaks eye contact first and walks into the bathroom, smiling at the scent of your body wash that still lingers in the air. He steps into the shower, letting the water carry away his worries and relax his muscles. His mind is replaying how you looked at him earlier, he couldn’t decipher what emotions your eyes held but he knows that everything is okay. 

Sleep is starting to tempt his senses and he knows you’re probably making your way to dreamland. He steps out of the shower and quickly finishes up, and to his surprise, you’re still up. Your phone is shining on your face and when you feel the bed dip on the opposite side, you look at him and place your phone down. Kuroo lays right next to you, wrapping his arms around you and it’s not like you’ve never slept like this before, but it feels much more intimate this time. But you find comfort in his warmth and the smell of his skin, and your eyelids start to feel heavy. 

You tell Tetsuro to turn off the lamp and soon the room is completely dark. You can already feel the dull throb in your muscles and you mumble to yourself, “I’m going to be so fucking sore.” 

Tetsuro lets out an airy chuckle, “I told you it was big.” 

You kick him and he grunts in pain, your voice is quiet but still as sharp as ever, 

“Shut the hell up and go to sleep.”

a/n: this is my first time writing out a full smut like PLS give me constructive criticism because i would like to write more in the future but i also wanna be better and more comfortable,,, okay hope you enjoyed !! &lt;333 (also someone wanted to be tagged but i wont tag u if you're an ageless blog !!)

[the-cosmic-teapot]

Eternity and So Much More

Bokuto x reader

WC: 2392

TW: Self doubt, insecurity, marriage talk, long term commitment, reader needs a hug and kiss, bokuto is amazing and really affirming, I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible (engagement ring description, but not story crucial-like a sentence max) , open ended

*proof read by my man in arts husband, its his fault for typos :)

Summary: Bokuto had a very important question to ask you, but you don't see yourself in the best light.

A/N: Hi pals, this is my first time publishing anything outside of a really cringy period on Wattpad when I was 13 (no longer available for my own sanity). I am not typically a writer, so I apologize in advance, but I love Bokuto so much yeah. I hope you like this! Feedback is always welcome!

~Cosmic

Being in a relationship with a pro athlete is difficult because more times than not, they prioritize their careers. It’s what they have been working towards for the longest time and they will do almost anything to stay on the court. This is especially true with one, Bokuto Koutaro. You could ask anyone about the large, owlish man and his devotion to volleyball; they would all say the same thing: he is meant to be on the court. Knowing this did not stop you from being in a relationship with him. If anything there was a sense of pride because of his passion for the sport. There were countless missed dinners and events because of extra practice, but this did little to dissuade you from falling for the outside hitter. With all of the missed dates there were  thoughtful gifts or a lavish trip with him for time together to make up his absences. 

You knew it was coming, Bokuto's proposal, because he is not the most subtle person and he is not great at hiding things. It had been about a week prior when you found the ring in his sock drawer when doing his laundry.  It was a beautiful, yet simple princess cut diamond ring with a few accent stones around it, and here you are, at dinner with Bokuto and some friends, both old and new. Most of the night was filled with laughter and smiles, as is most of the time with Bokuto, except this time there was a pit in your stomach you couldn’t explain. Was it something you ate? Maybe it was social anxiety from being around all of Bokuto's high school friends, who you’ve seen on a few occasions. You only really knew Akaashi because of how close he was with Bokuto. Yet, in spite of this feeling you pushed through dinner with a smile.

As the appetizers and entrees came and went Bokuto insisted on getting dessert for everyone. The pair of you settled on a chocolate cake with ice cream. While the desserts were being prepared Bokuto gathered the attention of everyone and began speaking of the love he has for you, and your beauty. As he continued his speech, the pit grew deeper and deeper. His little speech concluded in tandem with the arrival of dessert, where you saw the same ring that was hidden among his socks sitting on the top of the cake slice. Then you look at Bokuto already on one knee as he asks the question, “Will you marry me?”

At this moment you didn’t have any words. Why weren’t you saying anything? Could you say anything at all?

~~

The first day of your third year at university felt the same as the others. You noted that campus was a bit livelier than normal, but this would surely die down after a couple of weeks as people lost motivation to go to class. As you walked into your first lecture hall you chose your seat with care as you would be using it for the rest of the semester. After all, humans are creatures of habit. 

When you stepped outside of the lecture hall at the end of class, you could swear you felt like a mummy leaving its crypt and stepping into the sun for the first time. Apparently you stood in place a second too long because a large man was not paying attention at the stop in traffic and bumped into your back causing you to trip and fall. As you stood back up and turned to face the cause of your fall he immediately began apologizing and saying he will buy you coffee or a pastry as his way of apologizing. Initially stunned by the sudden change in your position to seeing a large man practically on his hands and knees begging for your forgiveness for a small nudge was, admittedly, quite a scene to behold. You insisted that you were okay and there were no bruises or scratches, but he looked like a kicked puppy saying something about how he has harmed you and his mother and sisters will certainly skin him alive for not making it up to you. So you agreed to his offer of coffee, seeing as you do not have class for another hour and a half. On the walk over to the cafe you learn his name, Bokuto, and he is a starter for the men's volleyball team. 

~~

Everyone was staring at you now, waiting for an answer. You see the glints of love and true passion in Bukotos eyes; the same look he has when he plays volleyball. Why couldn’t you say anything? What was wrong with you? Here there is a man who loves you, and all you can do is just stand there. Thoughts of inadequacy swarm your mind; you’ll never be pretty enough, you’ll never be charismatic enough, you’ll never be enough for him. 

~~

  After getting coffee with Bokuto, he seemed to be part of your life. Initially it was small things like him asking you to study with him because he “gets distracted, and it is nice to have someone to keep him on track”. This typically ended with getting nothing done because of how easy conversations flowed with him. Eventually this turned into movie nights with his friends. By the end of that semester the two of you were practically inseparable. 

Sometime during the break you realized how you had grown to care for this large puppy of a man. Your days away from campus, as well as Bokuto, seemed more dreary, like something was missing. The days away made you truly notice an absence you didn’t know you could miss. Despite this, you still managed to have a relaxing break.

Bokuto was also stuck with his thoughts of you and what you were doing. He misses your smile and laugh, he misses how you would roll your eyes at some dumb joke he had made, but most of all, he misses how you care about him. Through high school he was used to girls flocking to him because of his volleyball talent, but none of them seemed to care about who he was as a person. You care about him as Bokuto Kotaro, not Bokuto Kotaro the volleyball powerhouse. You care about the little things, ensuring he stayed hydrated and made sure he always had someone cheering him on. He loved those things about you.

By the time you got back to campus and got fully moved into your new dormroom, Bokuto called and asked to get lunch because he was, as always, starving. By the end of the lunch you were sure Bokuto enjoyed your presence because of how he mentioned it at least five times when walking you home. As you get to your complex's door you debate inviting Bokuto in to watch a movie or something, but a small voice crept in saying that he probably had other, better things to be doing. So you bid him a farewell and went up alone. 

~~

As Bokuto stares at you with anticipation and nothing but adoration in his eyes staring into your own, you are at war with your insecurities. How could he want you in that way? It wasn't because you were the prettiest or because you were the most popular. It definitely wasn’t because you were the best at anything; what was it? You know he loves you, but honestly you don’t fully understand why. 

After about a minute of staring at you Bokuto began to feel a pit form in his stomach, a rare feeling for him that he wasn’t too familiar with. The last time this happened was when he asked you to go on a date with him; an actual date too, not the platonic hangout sessions from when you were first getting to know each other. Was it taking you so long to answer because you thought he wouldn't be a good husband? Was it because he can be forgetful and so focused on volleyball? Those couldn't be it, you always said that it was something you loved about him, his dedication and drive. Why weren’t you saying anything? What was holding you back?

~~

It had been one year since you met Bokuto, the start of your last year of university. Thursdays became takeout and movie night with him, just him; no one else because “I want to spend time alone with my best friend”. You thought it was sweet that he wanted to take time with just you, but it hurt when you assumed he didn’t see you romantically. You’d be stupid not to have a crush on him, he is so charismatic and funny, not to mention he looks like he was shaped by the gods, in contrast to his puppy like demeanor that would make a statue smile.

On one such Thursday Bokuto was antsy, more than normal. About a third of the way into your movie pick, you had to pause the movie. His fidgeting was getting on your nerves and you could no longer bear to ignore it. In response to you pausing, Bokuto just stared dumbly at you instead of saying anything. This was odd, there was seldom a time Bokuto was without words. 

“What’s your problem tonight?’ you asked, a little agitated. “We can change the movie if you’re not into it.” 

“I just...” He paused for a bit and continued, “ I um, I think I’d like to take you out.” You stared back just as dumbly at him for a bit. “ I don’t mean, like, kill you. I mean like a date… If you want…” You sat on his couch in one of his hoodies with Thai take-out in your lap while he thought this is something he wouldn’t mind seeing all the time. He impatiently awaited your answer, fidgeting with his hands. 

After what felt like an eon (a few minutes in actuality) you responded, “Really? Me?” It was strange to be asked out by someone who was like Bokuto. You weren't the typical drop dead gorgeous type athletes like him usually went after, at least in your own eyes. 

“Well, yeah… that’s why I asked you.” He stated very matter-of-factly. “Why wouldn't I want to date you? You know me, and still want to be my friend after I embarrassed myself at that party. You also still want to study with me even when I don’t know what’s happening, and you dont mind helping me with my classwork even though you’re taking more classes than me.” 

He went on like this for 5 minutes before you finally snapped out of your haze to interrupt him and respond. “I didn’t know you cared that much about me...” You sat on your words before landing on “Okay”. 

You thought you had broken the owlish man when that four letter word left your mouth. He just sat and stared at you before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him, this is including when he scored the winning point for nationals last spring. In an instant he was off of the couch, as were you, bouncing around the room shaking you along too. 

~~

Feeling the stares of your friends and his, you felt nauseous. You loved Bokuto, but could you accept this? What happens if it falls apart, could you live through that? What if a few years later he finds someone better than you, how could you live with that? You just stood there. Your legs felt as if they weighed a million pounds and your jaw a billion more.

Bokuto was freaking out because he was sure you’d say yes immediately. You’d talked about your futures after graduation and you said something along the lines of wanting him in your life forever. Did he misinterpret that? He got your dream ring from one of your friends who was kind enough to help him. What did he do to screw this up?

“I-I…” you took a breath, “I don’t know” you finished close to tears. After giving an answer you needed to get out, looking at Bokuto was painful because he was heartbroken and confused. You gathered your things and ran out of the restaurant.

Bokuto followed closely after you without grabbing anything. He ran a hand through his hair as he stepped out onto the sidewalk spotting you instantly.

He tentatively approached you as if you were a scared stray cat. “Hey… are you okay? What happened back there?” Bokuto was close to tears too, his usually bright eyes were so serious now. “Are you not ready for this? I thought that conversation after graduation meant you wanted this… I’m really sorry if I got that wrong.” He wouldn’t stop talking. You felt like actual garbage, here he was apologizing to you for what were your own inadequacies. 

“I’m not-” you take a breath, “I’m not good enough for this, or for you. You are a pro athlete, you’re way out of my league, and I’m just someone who fell in love with you. I am not special in any way, I’m not extraordinary, I’m just me.” You pause for a second before continuing, “You deserve so much better than me, you are amazing and deserve the universe, and I’m not that.”

“I don’t see it that way.” Bokuto said simply. “You’re amazing because you are you. I love the way you get focused and bite your lip when you do. I love the way you care for me and make sure I am taking care of myself. How you make the effort to know my friends and family.” He continued while holding your wrist as if to make sure you don’t vanish into nothing. “Most importantly, I love you because of how you love me.” He concluded with a huff, Bokuto was frustrated that he needed to tell you all of this, but if he had to repeat these affirmations to you over and over like a mantra he would without hesitation. 

“Are you sure?” You question, biting your lip and avoiding Bokuto's eyes that always seem to find yours. “Yes, of course, I wouldn’t say anything I didn’t mean” He answers immediately after. “I want you in my life for eternity and so much more.”