#pro volleyball player bokuto koutarou

[silverhairsimp]

I Can't Sleep Without You

Pairing: Bokuto x fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT ENTER. PWP. Oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, consensual recording. Bokuto is the consent king. Doesn't matter how long you've been together.

a/n: I had this idea in the middle of the night and woke up to draft half of it. finally finished it so here you goooo :) enjoy! not proof read. also. two posts in one day? who tf am I?

reblogs are always appreciated <3

Trying to balance dating a professional volleyball player with a full career of your own has always been a challenge. No matter how badly you wanted to be there at every single game, every international trip, it just wasn’t realistic. 

You and Koutarou had been together since your third year of high school. You survived college together (despite the long distance), and after living together since he went pro, it was nearly impossible to get a good night's sleep whenever he was away for games. 

And this time was no different. He had been gone for a 10 day trip overseas for one of the biggest tournaments of the year. Between your work schedule, his practice schedule, and the time difference… phone calls were scarce, texts were short lived and it was really starting to get to you. Sleeping in your giant bed without him was hard enough! The last thing you needed was for your schedules to be the farthest thing from compatible.

As the days went on, it got harder and harder. The side of his bed was so cold without his warm body next to you and it was beginning to be too much. Logically there was only one solution: get all the pillows in the house, your favorite sweatshirt of his, his cologne and cuddle up in bed to make due. And until he got back, this is how you slept. 

You had practically built a barricade in the bed, pillows surrounding you in every direction and corner. He wasn’t supposed to be back for another two days, but by some miracle he had gotten home early. Unbeknownst to you though… it was the middle of the night by the time he got back and what a surprise it was to see upon his arrival. Or at least it would have if you were awake to greet him.

You were snuggled up under the covers, leg hiked up over one pillow with your arms clinging to another for dear life. You’ve got his sweatshirt on and he can smell the fresh scent of his cologne from the door to your bedroom. It wasn’t enough for you to just spray it on the sweatshirt though, you had to put a few drops of it into the diffuser so the whole room would smell like him. 

You must be so tired because you hadn’t even moved a muscle since he walked in. Quickly and quietly, he sets his bags down and changes into his comfy clothes to get some sleep with you finally in his arms again. Only when he goes to crawl into bed, there’s almost no room! “Baby girl… you trying to replace me or something?” He asks as he brushes your hair out of your eyes and smoothes it behind your ear, followed by a tender kiss to your forehead. “There she is,” he smiles warmly at you when you finally start to open your eyes. “Kou? You’re home already?” You sit up and rub the sleep out of your eyes with the heel of your hand. He sits on the edge of the bed and nods his head, “One of the teams dropped out last minute so our games got cut back, we had already played each team twice… no sense in playing them a third, or at least that what coach thought–” he’s babbling and you smile at him, reaching out your arms finally happy and complete now that you’ve got your boyfriend back with you. “Sooo,” he draws out, “wanna tell me what’s going on with all the pillows? And why I can smell my cologne in the diffuser?” He asks with a soft chuckle and a bright smile. He’s not mad at all, not in the slightest. “Just missed you is all… had a hard time sleeping without you.” It’s actually really endearing you’d gone to such lengths to keep yourself comfortable while he was gone. And to be fair, he was no better. He slept with that polaroid of the two of you under his pillow, the one from after his first win as part of the MSBY Black Jackals. He had scored the winning spike and was so excited that he ran straight to you before the refs had even called the game. It’s such a fond memory of his and it's honestly what keeps him going. You are what keeps him going. “Well, I’m here now, so… can I have my spot back, or am I still being substituted by a bunch of pillows?” He laughs as you throw the pillows off the bed, not caring if they fall to the ground or land against the wall. The only thing that matters is that you have him back. And that’s very clear once you throw your arms around his neck and climb into his lap. His hands settle on your hips as he finally gets to hold you and kiss you again after far too long. 

“Missed you too– by the way–” He mumbles against your lips, in between kisses. All of a sudden, you aren’t so tired anymore, he can tell by the way you start to rock your hips in his lap and tug on the hairs at his nape. When he wore his hair down, it made grabbing and tugging at it so much easier, and if he’s being honest, it’s one of the reasons why he started doing it more often. 

He moves the two of you back against the headboard, sitting upright with you still in his lap. “You don’t still need this do you?” He tugs on the strings of his hoodie, “now that I’m back?” You shake your head and smile before telling him: “take it off”, and who is he to deny anything you could ever want. 

His lips find yours while his large, calloused hands travel up your hips to your waist, just wanting to feel you again before gathering the fabric and pushing it up and over your head. “There she is… my beautiful girl…” He places open mouthed kisses up your bare chest, between the valley of your breasts before giving some much needed attention to your tits. He rolls his tumb over one nippple while his mouth swirls around the other, sucking on it before popping off and moving to the other side. 

“Missed your body– missed kissing you goodnight every night… missed fucking you to sleep on others…” He keeps mumbling between kisses while you grind against his lap. “Missed you too baby… tried to take care of myself, but it never feels as good as when you do it.” He snickers at that, “Poor baby, your fingers not long enough? Need me to take care’a you?” When you nod your head yes, he flips you on to your back, positioning himself right between your thighs. 

Your fingers claw at his shirt, wanting him to match, it was only fair that way. He lets you pull it off, lowering his head to get it out of the hole and pulling one arm out before tossing the shirt on the ground, left to be forgotten about until morning. “Bet you taste so good… can I, baby? Can I taste you?” When you nod your head yes and push his head down further he stops, “Uh uh, gotta hear you say it… you know that.” He places a few kisses right above your collarbone, sucking a mark into the skin there while he waits for your consent. “Please Kou, want you to. I need it– need you so bad– please touch me…” It was more than enough to satisfy him. Hearing your cute little plea’s just to get him to touch you after your time apart. 

“That’s a good girl– my good girl. Now, hips up for me–” He instructs as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slides them down your legs. Grinning at the silvery strands that connect to the fabric as he pulls them away. “So wet already… were you thinking about me before I got back?” He asks as he tugs his boxers down his thighs, not wanting to worry about them later. “Always think about you when you’re gone–” you whisper as you arch off the bed, longing for his touch. “Yeah? Me too…” He lowers himself down onto the bed and kicks even more of the pillows off as he presses kisses to your inner thighs while he gets closer and closer to what he really wants– what he needs. “Spend so much time getting myself off to those naughty pictures you send… all the videos we’ve taken… Gettin’ me all worked up just thinking about them.” He licks a fat stripe through your folds and suckles on your clit, that smirk on his face growing wider as you twitch under his touch. “Why don’t we add to the collection, hm baby? Wanna take a video of how good I eat you out? Have something to remember me for the next time I’m away?” You nod your head and quickly scramble to find your phone. If it weren’t for the face id, you’d certainly be struggling to enter or even remember your password right now. That chime of the camera sounds and the flash turns on, reflecting in his honeyed eyes as he devours you. It's obscene. The way his chin and corners of his mouth are already covered in your slick. Or the way his eyes have never left the camera. Gods what did you do to deserve a man that takes such good care of you? 

That question lingers even longer when he kisses your thighs and spits right onto your pussy, only to bring two fingers to your cunt. “C’mon sweetheart, wanna hear you… don’t keep those cute noises all to yourself… wanna have this video too and watch it in the showers, or in my hotel room all alone and remember how good I made you feel.” When you start to get louder, he works even harder. Giving you his tongue and his fingers at the same time. He’s curling them inside of you so perfectly and hits that spot over and over again until you’re coming undone within minutes. “That’s it baby girl– ride it out– use me, please…” He begs you and hums against your cunt when you start to rock your hips against his face. You’re trying your best to hold the camera steady while your other hand reaches to fist his hair, tugging him even closer while another orgasm builds. “Kou– fuck… want your cock– please, need you after so long–” You beg and gods he can’t wait to replay this video over and over again, hearing you plead for him. “Anything for you– gimme the phone, sweetheart.” He removes his fingers, popping them in his mouth to wipe off the rest of your essence while he sits back on his haunches and takes the phone from you. 

“Be a good girl and get on all fours for me…” When you do what he asks, he gives your ass a little love smack and uses your phone to get a good view of your pussy. It's so slick with his saliva and he’s sure it’ll make it even easier to slip right in. 

Still, your boyfriend isn’t a small guy, so he spits right on the tip of his cock and pumps himself a few times. Of course making sure to record it for you later. 

He's got the phone pointed straight down as he watches his cock push past that tight ring of muscle through the screen. “F-fuck…” he mutters breathlessly, and you’re not far behind with curses of your own. “Hnngh, baby… go slow… been a while…” “I know love, you’re doing so good for me, aren’t you?” When all you do is nod your head he stills his hips, “Aren’t you?” He asks again in a more firm tone, “Yes– doing good for you, only for you, Kou… please.” 

Gods you really are such a good girl, his perfect baby. A few moments pass as he allows you to adjust, once you give him the okay, he draws back his hips and thrusts forward again. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes against the quiet walls of your shared bedroom and it’s music to his ears. Hearing that and hearing your cries of pleasure is all he could ever wish for. 

“Can already feel you clenching around me… gonna cum?” he asks as he continues to piston his cock into you, when you babble on a string of ‘yes’s and ‘please let me cum’ he tosses the phone on the bed and reaches around to rub tight circles around your clit. Working you up until that second release hits and you’re gushing round his cock, making a mess on the sheets below. 

“Fuck– squirting like that without a proper warning? Naughty girl…” He snickers as he picks up the pace even more, chasing that blissful high of his own. “Gonna cum, baby– gonna fill ya up nice and deep, yeah? Bet you missed this the most… missed my cum inside you, hm?” 

“Yes– fuck– yes, missed your cum– please, kou– need t’feel it, please!” You beg so pretty for him and he wouldn’t dream of not giving you what you wanted so with one final warning, he lets you know he’s cumming and shortly after he’s painting your walls white. 

He keeps thrusting, getting it as deep as he can until he’s given you everything he could hold before he collapses on top of you. Even with the video long forgotten about, the phone is still recording all the audio. He holds you close in his arms, pulling your leg over his hip with his cock still buried inside of you. “I love you, so much… you know that right?” 

You rest your hand on his chest and nod, “Yes, Kou. I know, and I love you too. Just as much.” 

He rubs soothing strokes along your backside and peppers your forehead with kisses until you’re closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. He finds your phone as quietly as he can and flips the camera to face him, telling the camera one last time, ‘i love you’, before turning it off. 

Being away from you while he’s away for tournaments may suck, but getting to come home to you like this makes it all worthwhile.

[mari-writes]

The new Haikyuu!! magazine confirmed that Pro Volleyball Player Bokuto Koutarou coaches kids. This is my favorite headcannon for him and it is now actually CANON. I am a MESS right now. 🥹😭❤️❤️❤️

[flyingwargle]

natsu stumbles out from her bedroom, rubbing sleep from her eye, dragging her fingers across the wall to guide her to the kitchen. she pours herself a cup of water to hydrate after a late night of watching vnl highlights and muffling her cheers into her blanket, shuffling into the living room to sit on the couch.

that was her plan, until she sees her brother sprawled across it, aimlessly channel surfing, the volume turned low. he glances at her. “morning. you’re up late.”

“it’s our rest day. what about you? don’t you have some crazy pro athlete regiment to follow?”

“i already went for a run while you were snoozing.”

oh, so she didn’t hallucinate the knocks on her door, or its creak. she looks away with a pout. “you could’ve woke me.”

“you look tired, so i didn’t want to bother you. no plans for today?”

“i have homework. no, you can’t help,” natsu adds before he can offer. last time he tried, she ended up tutoring him how to do algebra. “are you just going to stay at home all day?”

he shrugs. “maybe. i need rest days, too.” it’s hard to imagine that, honestly. her brother is constantly on the move, and whenever he’s back for breaks, he’s barely home, always bouncing between volleyball mutuals for friendlies or hosting talks for youth athletes. he’s the very definition of an extrovert.

natsu, on the other hand, considers herself an ambivert. she likes social interactions but also values her alone time. that’s why she declined her friend’s invitation to study together, to puzzle out physics on her own, and maybe work on some strategies that coach asked them to brainstorm. that’s why she stayed up watching those highlights; it’s definitely not because she wanted to watch ojiro aran for the nth time.

after brushing her teeth, she heats leftovers for lunch, clearing the table to do her homework at the dining table. at some point, hinata turned the tv off, settling in the silence with his book – probably something health-related. the house is quiet, with the occasional flip of his page, her pencil scratching against her notebook, long pauses intertwined to frown and ponder. eventually, she finishes her physics homework and completes her notes for next week. with a pleased smile, she rises to fetch the tablet in her room, glancing over at hinata, out of curiosity.

that’s when she hears faint snores in the air. natsu walks around the couch to observe him, arm behind his head as a makeshift pillow against the couch arm, limbs sprawled in front of him, feet propped on the other end. she notices an old issue of volleyball monthly left on the coffee table and picks it up, flips through it. thanks to some deal he’s made, her brother has a free monthly subscription, which he sends home to her because there’s no shortage of people with it in osaka.

she settles on a section that spotlights a few jnt athletes. she’s read through it enough times to have memorized the order – miya atsumu, who managed to wrangle the top server spot from kageyama; komori motoya, two-time winner of best overall libero; kiryuu wakatsu, a spiker that rivals in power with ushijima; bokuto koutarou, ever cheerful and formidable; and of course, ojiro aran, with a fierce look in his eye, thick muscles flexing as he holds a ball, eyes looking sideways toward his teammate. natsu will do anything for an autograph.

after him, though, is her brother. the photo depicts him in uniform, red with a white #10, ball held against his hip, eyes down and sharp in deep concentration. the blurb talks about his years in brazil as a beach volleyball player and debut as the opposite hitter for the black jackals. the world has an eye on him for his adaptability, impressive jumping height, and positivity.

huh, natsu thinks. he almost looks kind of cool. then she looks up. there’s a trail of drool coming from the corner of his mouth. she’s reassured that even if his face shows up on billboards, ads, and magazine articles, he’s still her same old big brother.

lowering the magazine, she turns to him. “nii-chan,” she calls out. “if you keep drooling, it’ll go on the couch and mom’ll yell at you!”

hinata wakes with a start, legs jerking upward. he blinks groggily, turning to stare at her. “wha’?”

she points. “your drool.”

it takes him a second. “oh!” using the back of his hand, he wipes his mouth clean, then gets off the couch, presumably to wash his hands. he returns to retrieve his book. “thanks. did you need something?”

“nah. well, if you want to help me come up with some volleyball plays…”

“yeah, of course! you got your tablet? i’ll make some tea!” he puts his book down and heads to the kitchen. natsu shakes her head with a smile, about to put the magazine down when she catches sight of his article, again. then, she flips to the previous page and approaches him.

“hey, nii-chan, i was wondering…”

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inspiration: this fanart of natsu and hinata!

[freakurodani]

hi adri my love may i please humbly request bokuto’s sisters for your doodle requests. pretty please ❤️

isa my beloved i would do anything for u ❤️

so, these are my headcanons for bokuto's sisters, Makiko and Hana!!

Makiko is the oldest, by, a lot,, Mama and Mom Bokuto had her when they were really young, and she is 12 years older than Koutarou. She took her role as big sister very seriously when Hana and Koutarou were born. She had wanted younger siblings for so long, and was pretty upset her parents took so long to get her some! She was hyper protective and wasnt afraid of threatening 3 year olds at her siblings daycare for making them cry.

Makiko is very athletic, in highschool she got into wrestling and was really good at it!! she got really confident and took a lot of pride in her strength, even if people thought she wasn't very ladylike! She didn't care bc she's way stronger and if you dont like her you could *try* to do something about it, but chances were you couldn't! After highschool she became a personal trainer and teaches women's self defense classes! she also is a small time social media influencer, posting tips and tricks on fun exercises and encourages people to do the things they're scared to do!

Hana, the middle child, 3 years older than Koutarou, wasn't into sports. She is really into art! she wanted to become a professional mural artist, but despite the encouragement from her family, she got discouraged by her counselor and went into graphic design instead. She's very close with Koutarou and they tend to be each other's confidants. Koutarou would often pull her from her hyperfixation state whenever she really got into an artwork and would forget to eat for hours and hours, and she was the first person Koutarou told about being bi and his crush on Akaashi, though she was already in college at the time.

It starts off as a joke, about how much she hates her office job, but she started saying that shes gonna marry rich so she can just paint all day instead, and when Koutarou makes it pro, she jokes about him setting her up with a successful volleyball player, and boy howdy, does Koutarou try. He tries, so hard. Atm she's still single, but one day, her dreams will come true :)

[rossalotus]

Bokuto “The Owl chef” Koutarou and his Christmas recipes - #4 gingerbread people

The last video doesn’t have an ad and Keiji is thankful for it. He’s getting hungry for things other than popcorn with all the recipes and the night is falling, making the room colder and his need for his husband stronger

Again, Koutarou shows up in his regular outfit but this time he’s not alone on the screen. Beside him, Shoyou, Atsumu and Kiyoomi stand, all wearing Santa hats and MSBY aprons. Atsumu and Shoyou look as happy as ever, smiling at the camera while Kiyoomi wears a mask but Keiji knows there’s no smile beneath it. In fact, Keiji wondered how on Earth Koutarou got Kiyoomi to agree to be on this video at all - probably involving some kind of bribing about which Keiji settled his mind in not wanting to know

“Hey Hey Hey everyone! Welcome back to the last Christmas special video of Owl Chef! Today we’ll not be making anything. Instead, we’ll use all our Christmas spirit to decorate these delicious gingerbread people! Yes, decorating is as important as cooking if you ask me and so I invited my beloved teammates to help me out! Please welcome Ninja Shoyou, Atsumu Miya and Kiyoomi Sakusa!”

“We’re so happy to be here, Bokuto-san!”

“Thanks fer inviting us!”

Kiyoomi, as expected, didn’t say anything

“So, let’s start! We have different colors here and the task is simple. We get to decorate two gingerbread men each and the judges will decide which ones are the prettiest. They’ll give them a rating from one to five, being one the worst and five the best. The gingerbread men with more points wins.” Koutarou said and the camera’s zoomed out, showing Rintarou, Wakatoshi and Kenma seated to the side. They waved at the camera and the MSBY boys started their work

The video fast-forwarded but Keiji could see concentration in their faces and had a clear image of what the tension in the room might feel like. This wasn’t volleyball alright, but they were pro-players, afterall. Natural competitors. Even Kiyoomi, who seemed to be unbothered by it, had a concentrated look as he decorated his gingerbread men

When they finished, Koutarou was the first to present his. They looked like regular gingerbread men with only one particularity to them: They wore white jerseys, one with the number 4 and another with the number 5. Keiji didn’t need the clarification but Koutarou spoke to the judges and not to him

“It’s me and my Keiji in our Fukurodani uniforms.”

Wakatoshi was the first judge to speak. “It’s cute that you drew your husband. For all the cuteness, my rating is four.”

“Honestly I think you could have done better. It’s a three for me.” Kenma says, unbothered

“I agree, this could have been made by my kindergarten niece. This is a two for me.” Suna replies and Koutarou pouts. Keiji instinctively throws popcorn at the screen, how dare they speak like that of the work of his beloved husband?

Keiji pauses the video and takes a deep breath, surprised with his own reaction. This was only a silly competition, why did he get so protective? Maybe it was the pouting, he didn’t like to see his husband sad. Keiji lets go of his anger and presses play again.

Next is Shoyou. His gingerbread men look pretty similar to Koutarou’s. Both wear a white jersey with the number 20 on it and have black hair. Their body, however, is painted in red. For the first one, the red ink goes up to his neck. For the second, it covers almost all the way to the eyes

“It’s Kageyama! The first one is his level of meanness when he’s playing other teams. The second it’s when he plays against me!”

Ushijima laughs. “This observation is very correct, I feel that too. It’s a five for me.”

“I loved it! A five for me too.” Kenma says and Koutarou immediately stands up

“Stop playing favorites!”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” Kuroo’s voice comes from somewhere behind the camera. “I bet if it were me against him, you’d still vote for Shoyou!”

“Well, yes. And if the two of you knew this, why did you invite me to be a judge here?”

Koutarou poked his tongue at him and didn’t reply. Suna then gave his own rating.

“I think not even my niece would draw something so atrocious, it looks like he’s full of blood. It’s a one for me, Shoyou.”

“Well, he is made of blood…” Shoyou tried to argue but Suna didn’t change his rating.

Atsumu’s gingerbread men were a little more sophisticated. He had drawn real faces on them and they both were a red jersey with the number 11 on it. The only difference was the color of their hair. One was blond and the other had brown hair

“Look at you, Miya, I didn’t know you could draw! Discovering new skills every day.” Kiyoomi teased from under his mask

“Shut up, Omi-omi, I’ve plenty skills! Ya’d known if ya paid more attention ta me!”

Before Kiyoomi could reply, Wakatoshi spoke. “It’s cute that you made yourself and your brother. It’s a five for me.”

“Four for me, this is pretty but not as nice as Shoyou’s.”

“Liar”, Atsumu mumbled

“I love that you made my Samu but you made the two of you look the same and everyone knows Samu is way prettier. Two for me.”

“WE LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME FACE, SUNARIN WHAT 'RE YA TALKING ABOUT? I cant’ believe I’ll lose to Shoyou’s atrocious thing! This is so unfair!” Atsumu stomped back as Kiyoomi made his way forward. Before showing his work, however, he placed a hand in Atsumu’s shoulder

“I think your gingerbread men look great. Good work.” There wasn’t any sarcasm in his voice and Atsmu started to reply when he glimpsed at Kiyoomi’s plate and became speechless. His mouth fell open as his eyes flickered from the plate in Kiyoomi’s hands to Kiyoomi’s eyes

Kiyoomi lowered his mask, a smirk on his face as he placed the plate in front of the judges. He had drawn the two men’s backs instead of their faces, one with blond hair and another with black hair, both wore a black jersey. In their backs, “Miya A” and “Miya K”

In shock, none of the judges spoke and Kiyoomi walked towards Atsumu before kneeling in front of him. The black box in his hand opened to reveal a beautiful ring and Kiyoomi couldn’t pop the question because Atsumu yelled “YES!” and jumped on him

The video cut and came back to all people on scene smiling and drying their tears while the camera focused on Koutarou. “In the end, the winner of this contest was love! Thanks for watching!”

Shoyou frowned and started complaining but before his words could be heard, the video ended. Keiji dried his own tears and got up, ready to call his husband and ask when he’d come home. As he unlocked the screen, the front door opened, revealing Koutarou carrying many food boxes whilst wearing his Santa hat and the “kiss the cook?” apron

Keiji mumbled “yes” before running to his husband’s arms and kissing him again and again

/fin

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

ꨄ𝙍𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨ꨄ

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by Viratsumiii

Avoiding rotting, bitten and bloody walking corpses was enough for even Shirabu Kenjirou to deal with, but dealing with feelings? Yeah, that's definitely worse.

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Shirabu Kenjirou, a doctor who was running on 2 hours of sleep and about 6 cups of caffeine a day, has seen much worse than a couple bloody bodies and broken limbs. Nothing really shocked him anymore, having grown accustomed to the tons of bloody, gory bodies and messes he's dealt with. He thought he had seen it all.

Until a patient by the name of Fuzashi Omira walked in, bloody and seizing, twitching on the bed and growling.

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Atsumu Miya, Shirabu's co-worker, has seen the same amount of bloody, gory bodies as he has, and he too, thought he'd seen it all. From Osamu's broken arm, to a severe place crash with dismembered limbs and bloody torsos. He's seen it all, just as Shirabu has.

Fuzashi Omira was supposed to be no different.

Supposed to be, at least.

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Words: 897, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Shirabu Kenjirou, Semi Eita, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Tendou Satori, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Ennoshita Chikara, Kyoutani Kentarou, Yahaba Shigeru, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Goshiki Tsutomu, Nishinoya Yuu, Azumane Asahi, Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma

Relationships: Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, Ennoshita Chikara/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Goshiki Tsutomu/Koganegawa Kanji, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, semishira got a life of its own wtf, sakuatsu get your shit together challenge go!!, Trans Character, Shirabu Kenjirou is a Little Shit, Goshiki Tsutomu Needs a Hug, Miya Atsumu Needs a Hug, Shirabu Kenjirou needs a Hug, Goshiki Tsutomu and Shirabu Kenjirou Are siblings, How Do I Tag, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Doctor Shirabu Kenjirou, Doctor Miya Atsumu, Musician Semi Eita, Pining, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pro Volleyball Player Sakusa Kiyoomi, Alternate Universe, Timeskip, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Transgender Shirabu Kenjirou, Transgender Goshiki Tsutomu, He/they semi Eita, Everyone Is Gay, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Blood and Injury, Violence, Character Death, this is gonna be a shitfest

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[ao3feediwaoi]

I love you

by audisarockstar Hinata Shouyou has loved Kageyama Tobin for years, ever since he met him at their first game. After years of pining for him he finally got him Words: 931, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Haikyuu!! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club Members, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Kozume Kenma, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Ushijima Wakatoshi Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akaashi Keiji & Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Additional Tags: MSBY Black Jackals Volleyball Team (Haikyuu!!), Schweiden Adlers Volleyball Team (Haikyuu!!), Fluff, Hinata Shouyou is Whipped, song: I love you (Climax Blues Band), Jealousy, Puppy Love, Mutual Pining, Boys In Love, Boys Kissing, Karasuno, Pro Volleyball Player Hinata Shouyou, Pro Volleyball Player Kageyama Tobio, POV Hinata Shouyou via https://ift.tt/HqdWfFB

[ao3feedkuroken]

I love you

by audisarockstar Hinata Shouyou has loved Kageyama Tobin for years, ever since he met him at their first game. After years of pining for him he finally got him Words: 931, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Haikyuu!! Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Karasuno Boys Volleyball Club Members, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Kozume Kenma, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Ushijima Wakatoshi Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akaashi Keiji & Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Additional Tags: MSBY Black Jackals Volleyball Team (Haikyuu!!), Schweiden Adlers Volleyball Team (Haikyuu!!), Fluff, Hinata Shouyou is Whipped, song: I love you (Climax Blues Band), Jealousy, Puppy Love, Mutual Pining, Boys In Love, Boys Kissing, Karasuno, Pro Volleyball Player Hinata Shouyou, Pro Volleyball Player Kageyama Tobio, POV Hinata Shouyou via https://ift.tt/d5clerV

[haikyuu-library]

astronomy in reverse (it was me who was discovered) by Flumes

Completed | T | 22.1k

It’s five hours from Tokyo to Sendai. It’s five years from Fukurodani Academy to the Black Jackals. It’s five sets between win and loss and five seconds to miss that final point. It’s five; the number of Fukurodani’s vice-captain and setter for one blinding, beautiful year. It’s five; like an identity branded into his heart, the only number that holds any meaning for him. Black and white and gold.

“You always pick five,” Udai muses in the wake of the staff betting pool. Akaashi’s not even sure what they’re betting on, aware that his final deadline to have the latest manuscript submitted is in five days.

“Five is a good number.”

It’s five years since Akaashi watched Bokuto step into the light of the future and five years since he last set a volleyball into the air on centre court. It’s been five years, and in not one of them has he forgotten what it felt like to stand beneath the trajectory of a shooting star.

[suguruslut]

Bokuto-san...gained...almost 20 pounds of muscle...I can no longer function knowing this information

[bitch-for-bo]

The Nanny (DILF!! Koutarou Bokuto x Chubby reader)

>>>>>>>DILF ALERT>>>>>>>>

WARNING : Bokuto is literally the hottest dilf EVER.

Bokuto Koutarou was tired.

As a worn-out, retired pro-volleyball player, one would think Koutarou’s life would be lived in luxury, in comfort beyond need.

But as he sat on a bench much too small for his built frame, holding a stuffed ballet bag whilst attempting to calm his crying son, all as Tchaikovsky’s “The Nutcracker” blared through the studio filled with 6-year-old girls and their accompanying parents, Koutarou couldn't help but feel incredibly overwhelmed.

He’d take the pressure of playing the second match of a losing game on national television over this hell any day.

He hated it, yet he stayed….because….he loved it. He would endure the stuffiness and the discomfort, and the occasional request for an autograph if it meant that his daughter got to be happy.

He watched her spinning with her peers, smiling as he watched her brows furrow in cute concentration as the teacher introduced moves that would be in their upcoming recital.

She was truly the spitting image of Koutarou, both of the twins were. They both possessed his wild gold eyes and unruly hair, not to mention their smiles that could light up the whole building.

They looked so much like Koutarou that, back when he was still married to their mother, when the woman would take the twins out without him, she would claim to get odd stares everywhere she went.

So he supposed that he was grateful that they looked so much like him, with how it ended with his ex-wife he could never see her face again and be content, happy, even.

Still, being a single dad was…. hard.. to say the least. He was lucky to have plenty of money saved away from his glory days, but the stress and time crunch he was constantly subjected to by the various weekly sports practices or music lessons or grocery shopping or house-cleaning or literally all of the tasks that were making his hair gray faster than desired, was still palpable.

So it was safe to say that although the man loved his kids and really wouldn’t trade his life for anything, he was exhausted.

But he had no choice, so he continued to watch his daughter twirl about the studio while also attempting to calm his son.

“Excuse me…”

Koutarou’s head turned towards the sound.

You had been sitting beside the crying six-year-old for at least the last five minutes, watching his father struggle between comforting him and watching his sister.

You’d had to work up the nerve to say anything to the intimidating man, but you figured with how pitiful he looked, he’d welcome your help.

“I was just wondering if your son wanted a snack?”

Koutarou just stared at you, his golden eyes practically boring into your soul, making you want to sink back into your skin.

‘God’ you thought, feeling your face getting hot at the man’s attention. ‘I shouldn’t have said anything. What weirdo leads with that?...............why is he still staring at me?’

You cleared your throat, snapping Bokuto out of whatever strange daze he’d been in.

He looked down to find his son staring up at you, no longer crying.

Another 30 seconds of silence passed, you sat uncomfortably in your seat as a new set of golden eyes now stared at you, replacing the gaze of his father.

You were about to speak again, to tell the man to forget about it, but as you opened your mouth to apologize, the man finally spoke.

“....Just like that?” he says, looking at this new stranger with an incredulous look on his face. He couldn’t believe that you’d gotten his son to stop crying with a simple question.

“-I’m sorry?”

“Just like that you’re done crying?”

You watched as the boy turned back towards his father, grinning up at the older man before looking at you expectantly. You heard the father sigh before watching a grin overtake his face, practically brightening the whole room as the smile took over his features. You couldn’t help but mentally swoon at the sight of father and son, smiling at you with practically identical grins.

You felt your face getting even warmer as you watched the man’s eyes crinkle. You couldn’t believe how breathtakingly handsome this man was, his salt and pepper stubble shining in the fluorescent lighting as his hulking shoulders slumped forward. Your eyes darted towards one of his massive biceps as his hand reached back to rub the nape of his neck in embarrassment.

“Is it alright if he has one?” you ask.

Koutarou nodded as he thanked God for the angel that he’d just been sent. He thought that the crying would never stop when all it took for the runt to stop crying was a snack from a pretty lady?

Koutarou watched you intently as you asked his son what he wanted, opening a large tote bag you’d had on your lap to let him select his treat. You couldn’t have been older than he’d been when he and his ex had had the twins. The way that you were dressed suggested you were much younger than any of the other parents here, much too young to have kids as old as Bokuto’s.

A sister maybe? Koutarou thought as you handed his son a juice pouch, ruffling his hair and lightly asking him if he was here to watch his sister dance.

Soon, the end of class rolled around and all of the parents began gathering their things to go home. Koutarou, despite desperately wanting to, hadn’t said anything except ‘thank you’ to you, the feeling of exhaustion clouding over the possibility that you found him rude for not engaging in more conversation.

He watched you gather your things, wanting to stop you but not getting the chance as, for some reason, the dance teacher asked for everyone’s attention.

The teacher announced the departure of one of the students who was apparently moving away, telling the class that their friend would no longer be attending dance.

All of the children, Bokuto’s daughter included, yelled and huddled around and hugged their leaving friend, wishing them one last goodbye before they were all dismissed to run back to their parents.

Bokuto watched as the child who was moving away ran up to you, handing you their ballet bag before saying they were going to say goodbye to their friend one last time.

‘Well,’ Bokuto thought, ‘there goes the notion of ever paying her back’ he thought if he’d never see you again, he might as well thank you one last time.

“Oh….” you said, surprised that the man you’d helped earlier was thanking you and wishing you the best in your move, you awkwardly shifted on your feet, wondering if you should just roll with it.

“...actually… I’m just the nanny… not the mom….”

You watched as the older man’s ears reddened. Clear embarrassment coming over his strong features.

“.....Nanny?” Koutarou asked.

You nodded, looking down at your shoes as you wondered to yourself if you truly looked old enough to be a mother. Maybe it was time to invest in some new clothes…. or skin moisturizer?

You couldn’t really blame the man though, your whole life you’d been type-casted as the mother figure by nearly everyone you met. You knew it was because of your appearance, you weren’t thin or fit like most girls your age, but still….. to be practically called a mother by the most attractive man you’d ever seen was….. humbling…. to say the least.

But that wasn’t why Bokuto had assumed you were a mother, he hadn’t even assumed that! He thought you were just an older sister, helping out by picking a sibling up. He didn’t even think of the possibility of you being a nanny!

‘A nanny….’ he thought.

Bokuto had considered getting a nanny several times before. He’d thought that perhaps he’d be able to relax a bit more if he had someone to help him out with the kids. Alas, for some reason he never got one.

“Well…” you offered, trying to ease the air of embarrassment as the attractive man still towered over you, his ears still burning red, “in a couple of days when they move I’ll be out of a gig, so technically I won’t be a nanny then… but I’m still one now.”

“You can be my nanny.” Koutarou’s son said, grabbing your hand with his stubby little fingers and tugging you down to his eyes level.

You laughed.

“You’re too cute. But why would you need a nanny with the amazing daddy you have?” you patted his head again, gigging as he frowned.

It was a good thing that you hadn’t looked up yet, cause all that you’d see was the look of shock written all over Koutarou’s face. Why was his face so red? It must be the embarrassment of thinking you were a mother, right? ….then why was his heart beating so loudly?

It couldn’t have been from the way you looked at his son…... or the way you were positioned on your knees in front of him….. or the way the word daddy fell from your lips….right?

On a whim, without a single thought, Kontarou spoke up.

“I’m actually looking for a nanny.”

You looked up in surprise, extending to full height.

“You are?”

“Yes.” he responded quickly, praying that his son’s excited jumping beside him would be enough to hide the fact he was nervously bounding on the balls of his feet.

“Would you be interested?”

That was how everything had started.

The last couple of months had been a paradise for Koutarou. He finally felt like he could breathe again.

You were a dream, taking care of the kids and the house, leaving him able to actually do things again with his life, spend time with his friends, go to the gym, anything he wanted to do pretty much.

The two of you had decided that you’d be best as a stay-at-home, full-time nanny, having your own room and space at his house. So from the time the kids woke up in the morning to the time they went to bed at night, you’d be there for them.

Now it wasn’t to say that now that you were here Koutarou didn’t spend time with his kids, most days when the kids weren’t in school, the four of you would go out on little “family” excursions, to the aquarium, to the zoo, you name it, the four of you did it.

It also wasn’t to say that you didn’t also have a life of your own. Koutarou was probably the best boss a girl could ask for, he was more than happy to give you whatever days you wanted off, let you go out late with your friends, letting you come and go as you please.

It honestly felt surreal. You were living the dream. And sometimes, despite the guilt that came with it, you’d find yourself wondering if this was how it would be if YOU were the mother of the twins… if YOU were Koutarou’s wife.

At first, these thoughts were few and far between, but after the three-month mark, you found yourself thinking of it more and more.

You would find your eyes lingering across Koutarou’s chest as he cooked pancakes for the four of you on Saturday mornings, his shirtless torso rippling with laughter as the kids recounted kindergarten stories from their week. You found your face warming as you greeted him when he came back from the gym, his arm muscles, thick from years of pro-volleyball and physical training, sweat slicking back his salt and peppered hair.

Over time you noticed how your heart would now thump louder when he walked into the room or as you watched him interact with his kids.

You were ashamed to admit the feelings that you held for your boss were far from professional and anything but innocent.

But while you were getting eaten up with guilt, Koutarou was in a very similar boat.

At first, it was mostly just gratitude that he felt towards you. You truly were his angel, swooping in to take control when he got too tired to answer his son’s question of “why is grass green” for the fifth time or working your child taming magic to put down his gremlin daughter at bedtime.

Slowly, it morphed into something more. He found himself sneaking peeks into the laundry room, watching as your plump form folded over to empty the dryer, your ass barely covered by those flimsy shorts you insisted on wearing around the house, claiming that sweat pants and jeans were ‘just too hot’. He found his eyes locked on your chest as you scrubbed dishes, admiring the way that your tits bounced as you scrubbed away at the greasy pans before handing them to him to dry.

Ashamedly he found himself thinking of you, a girl far too young for him, as he touched himself in the shower after coming home from the gym to find you doing your yoga in his living room, the flow of ice-cold water doing nothing, the only relief coming from spilling his seed down the shower drain with your name on his lips.

He found himself lying awake some nights when you went out with your friends, wondering if you’d finally found a man your own age to take care of you.

Perhaps it was the mundane, domestic aspect of your presence that made the thought of losing you to a younger man so appalling to Koutarou, perhaps in some sick twisted part of Koutarou’s brain, you were his…. the caretaker of his children…….. his.

You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t noticed the tension between you and your boss. Lazy Saturday mornings in the kitchen seemed much more… intimate now. Trips to the grocery store felt electric. Even the outings that the four of you went on together felt like….. More.

People on the streets would compliment you on the kids as if they were your own. They would awe and tell you how precious your family was… and even though sometimes Koutarou would notice the four of you getting strange looks, a woman as young as you with a man as old as himself, the way that you would light up, thanking the strangers for their kinds words, bragging to them about him and the kids, managed to make the negative thoughts melt away.

This was getting dangerous. Both you and Koutarou could sense it.

*******************

“Hi boys…. Don’t mind me, just cleaning up a bit. I brought you some more to drink!” You said cheerfully, setting down the two six-packs on the coffee table in front of the men before beginning to pick up a few of the empty beer bottles adorning the table.

Koutarou was having some of his friends over to watch the Olympics, volleyball of course, and with the kids at school, you had nothing else to do but tend to the group of men, refreshing their food and drink every now and then.

You liked Koutarou’s friends though, so it wasn’t a big deal.

The group of men thanked you before breaking into the new alcohol you’d just brought them.

All of their thoughts were similar,

Bokuto was one lucky bastard to have a pretty little thing like you around for him. They watched shamelessly as your soft body moved around the room, admiring the ways your thighs jiggled. Gazing at you with hungry eyes as you leaned down to pick up more bottles from the coffee table, exposing a perfect view of your tits, squeezed together in a white lacy bra.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the attention. You could feel the way that the men’s eyes were digging into your flesh as you pranced around in a sweet little baby blue sundress.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wear this on purpose. You knew what you were doing.

You’d been less than lucky in the man department lately, the guys your age just weren’t looking for what you were. Yeah sometimes they made for a nice fuck, but with the way your sights had been set on your boss lately, they just couldn’t hold your interest, so what was so wrong with flaunting yourself to Koutarou’s friends? They were nice, attractive, and attracted to you. Catching the annoyed attention of your boss wasn’t the mission, just a perk…..right?

Koutarou wasn’t dumb. He knew what you were doing, and perhaps it was the adrenaline of the game mixed with the fact he’d already downed a six-pack to himself but Koutarou found himself extremely annoyed.

Annoyed with the way you were giggling as you made light conversation with his friends, annoyed with the way said friends stared at you as if they were wolves and you were their precious target of a lamb, and most of all annoyed with the way he wasn’t already balls deep in your fat little cunt.

The last straw was when one of the guys asked you to adjust the volume manually on the TV having “lost” the remote. He watched you walk up to the television, mounted on the wall at least three feet above your head. He watched as you stretched your frame, reaching to the volume control. His vision narrowed as he watched the hem of your dress slowly rise, he watched in his peripheral as all of his dirtbag friends stared at the tops of your pillowy thighs.

‘Why the fuck did I mount that TV so high?’ he thought angrily.

He thanked God when you finally cheered out that you’d found the volume, your dress not short enough to expose your ass to them.

He watched as you came back down off of your tippy toes, your butt jiggling as your heels landed on the carpeted floor before you turned and made your way out of the room, promising to come back later with more refreshments, much to the disappointment of all of the attractive ex-volleyball pros in the room.

Koutarou waited for about twenty minutes after you’d left, before he stood, announcing he was going to the bathroom and then to retrieve more beers.

After relieving himself, he went to the kitchen.

As he rounded the corner to the kitchen, the sound of music filled his ears, some old dance-in-the-kitchen song played through the air as your frame came into view, your soft body dancing around as you baked what looked like cookies.

Bokuto just stood and watched, all of his previous frustration melting away as his eyes danced over your face, your eyes closed and your mouth quietly singing along. His gaze fell to your sundress covered ass, the pudge of your thighs deliciously taunting him as you swung your hips in small circles with the music.

He couldn’t help but smile as he noticed that you were wearing the cute little apron that his kids had gotten you to match his own that he used. The aprons had been a father’s day gift, it was a set of his and hers aprons, his displaying the classic “kiss the cook” design and the one you were currently wearing said “don’t mind if I do!” The design was incredibly tacky but the fact you were wearing it filled him with a feeling he’d become far too accustomed to lately.

He wanted, more than anything, to make this scene last forever. To forever keep you close enough to hear your laughs, to see the way your plump cheeks dimpled when you giggled at his lame jokes, he wanted you to stay with the kids…with him.

He walked into the kitchen.

“I see you're having fun.”

Your eyes popped open in surprise. Sometimes you couldn’t believe a man as large as Koutarou could be so stealthy.

“I’m making cookies!” You practically sang as Bokuto retrieved another two six packs from the fridge.

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, turned around to face you, each of his hands occupied with alcohol.

You grinned up at the man, admiring his strong, stubble filled jaw and his warm golden eyes. You closed your eyes for a second, sighing in content as you bathed in his gaze, thinking to yourself how you’d take the attention of Koutarou Bokuto over the sun’s warmth any day.

You sighed, opening your eyes again to find Koutarou smiling back down at you.

“Dance with me Kou…” You requested, gently removing the 6 packs from his hands and leaving them on the counter.

Koutarou watched as you took his hands in yours, your hands were so small and soft compared to his, not to mention much colder.

You hummed as you guided his grasp to your body, dropping his large hands on your hips as you rested your palms on his biceps, giggling quietly as the muscle tensed and relaxed under your fingers.

Koutarou let you lead, although it wasn’t much of a dance and more of just the two of you standing in his kitchen, swaying like an old married couple.

“Not much of a dance….” he mumbled, willing himself to keep his body under control as you pressed up against him, your body swaying to the music.

You laughed.

“Isn’t it nice?”

Bokuto just hummed in response, letting his eyes droop closed as the music continued playing, your bodies moving together as if they were one.

As you danced though, Koutarou couldn’t help but think back to the way you pranced around in front of his friends, how you acted so innocent and lovely as you practically showed them your tits. The same tits that were now pressed up against him as your face laid against his chest. Or how you chose to wear your thinnest, shortest sundress today, knowing the house would be full of 30 year old men who’d like nothing more than to see the skimpy little hem flip up.

And despite concentrating on not… getting excited… Koutarou could feel himself hardening in his pants, a detail you were also gleefully aware of.

“Kou…” you whispered.

The man didn’t look down at you, still swaying back and forth, his fingers gently grasping the fat of your hips.

“Kou….”

The man’s eyes snapped open as he felt your fingers trail from his arms to his chest, your prettily painted nails drawing circles against his right pec.

“Kou…. it’s nice… isn’t it?” You asked quietly.

Koutarou watched as you tilted your head back to look up at him, your half lidded eyes dancing across his face. He watched your lips part as you stared up at him with blown-out pupils. Everything about you was so soft… so warm……. sinful.

“Y-”

A loud honk cut him off, making the both of you jump as your heads turned to look out the front window.

There sat the school bus, opening its door to let out Koutarou’s children, promptly ruining the moment.

You frowned, stepping away from an equally disappointed Koutarou. You looked out the window to find the twins running towards the doorstep, giant smiles on their faces…. They looked just like him…

“Well…” you mumbled, rubbing your palms on your apron, trying to snap yourself out of whatever daze you were in.

“I’d better-”

You turned around to find Koutarou gone, along with the beer that had been sitting on the counter.

Your frown deepened.

The oven beeped and two sets of knocking came from the front door.

You heard the twins outside.

“Miss Y/N we’re home!!!!”

“Let us in!!!”

And just like that you were reminded that this was your job even if you desperately wanted it to be more.

*****************************************************

“Can you pass me the pepper bub?”

“Here doll”

“Thank you”

Bokuto’s kids were truly JUST like their father.

You laughed as you grabbed the pepper away from the chubby little fingers. You couldn’t remember when it had started, but seemingly all of the sudden, Koutarou’s children had begun sprinkling in the endearment their father used towards you when they spoke to you.

They still call you by your name most times, but every now and then they throw in the name just to make you laugh.

They were also just like their father in the way that while they seemed clueless, they really were quite smart when it came to reading people, especially you. So when you had come home an hour ago they immediately noticed your sour mood, no matter how hard you tried to hide it behind your cheerful smiles and tight hugs.

You had in fact gone out earlier, on a spur of the moment date with some guy your friend tried to set you up with.

After the startling wake-up call from Koutarou earlier in the day, you’d decided that what you needed was a good old fashioned date and dick appointment.

Unfortunately, it didn’t help. You returned home worn out and sad. But nevertheless, you still had dinner to cook and kids to take care of so you put on your brave face and hoped that Koutarou’s friends would stay long enough to where the man wouldn't come up for dinner.

To your thankful surprise, the kids and you ate dinner alone before you helped them to bed, reading them a story or two before turning lights out and going back to the kitchen to clean up over a bottle of wine.

Bokuto dragged a hand down his face, he loved his friends but god was he exhausted! The men had finally called it a night and dispersed, leaving Koutarou with a messy ‘man cave’ and a sagging feeling of tiredness in his chest.

As he walked up the stairs, he heard your music once again drifting from the kitchen, causing a sort of deja vu to come over him.

He hadn’t meant to run away earlier, he just didn’t know what to do. Of course when he later watched you return to the house, having no clue where you had been, he knew he’d made the wrong decision with the way you avoided his gaze.

There you were, dancing around the kitchen in that same little blue sundress, but this time with a full glass of white wine.

Just like earlier, your eyes were closed as you moved your hips to the music, your dress swishing, exposing enough skin to make Bokuto feel hot as his cock twitched in interest in his pants.

“Dancing again?” he asked gently, sitting down at the island, trying his best not to startle you.

Your eyes opened to lazily stare at the man, running over the broad expanse of his shoulders. You weren’t drunk……. but you definitely weren’t sober.

After no response, Bokuto asked another question.

“I saw you went out today… ‘d’ya have fun?”

You chuckled, taking a long sip of wine as you recalled the mediocre dick you’d received.

“Not quite.” you mumbled, turning away from Koutarou as you continued to sway.

“Not gonna ask me to dance?” He tried teasing as you set your wine down to begin drying the dishes you’d just washed.

You shrugged.

“Join if you want…” your voice was slightly slurred and Bokuto could tell that this wasn’t your first glass.

He got up, striding over to stand behind your beautiful frame, resting his hands on your waist as he pressed his chest into your back, urging you to relax into him.

“It’s nice isn’t it…?” he whispered in your ear, making your tipsy figure shudder against him, your ass brushing against his crotch as he moved the both of you to the music.

“Koutarou…” you sighed, trying your best to focus your hazy mind on drying.

‘Koutarou?’ Bokuto wondered….’not Kou?....was it because of earlier?’

“Where’d you go today?” he muttered against the shell of your ear.

“Nowhere..” you mumbled absentmindly, “just a stupid date.”

Koutarou’s heart sank…. a date?

“How was he?”

Your eyes widened at Koutarou’s question. Even though it could’ve sounded innocent enough, you knew what he meant… what he wanted to know.

Suddenly you were painfully aware of the feeling of his cock resting on top of your ass, digging into the softness of your lower back. You felt your knees weaken.

“Disappointing.” you whispered, trying to control the beating of your heart.

Bokuto hummed as bent his head down, dragging the tip of his nose behind your ear as his strong arms moved away from your waist to wrap around your body, removing the drying towel from your grasp before moving back down to rock his hips against you.

“Kou….”

The quiet moan of his name falling from your lips confirmed it. You’d been wanting him just as much as he’d been wanting you.

“Yes doll?” he mumbled, turning you around in his arms before pulling you close to resume dancing.

You looked up at him with heavy eyes. His eyes were trained on you, the bright gold burning into your face, making you squirm against his hard body.

Somehow, your feet were moving below you, you knew that you were still dancing but it felt like you were just floating on air, the way Koutarou looked at you made you burn in a way you’d never burned before.

You could feel your cunt leaking, soaking through your pathetic thin panties as you breathed in Kou’s scent, as his heat radiated into you.

You wanted him….needed him.

“Kou…..” you moaned again, already panting as his grip on your body tightened, your softness squirming beneath his fingers. “....daddy…”

Bokuto’s cock twitched as he groaned low in your ear.

“Shit…” he whispered in you ear, his fingers running up under the hem of your dress, poking against the front of your panties, “...you’re so fucking hot doll….”

You gasped, your hands snapping down to grip the counter behind you as you felt his fingers rip away your panties, the soaked flimsy cotton falling to the ground below you.

A high pitched whine escaped you as Koutarou’s thick fingers ran up and down your lips, stopping to play with your slick, taking it on his middle fingers before bringing them up to your mouth.

“Suck….” he ordered.

Without hesitation, your mouth sprang open and you wrapped your tongue around his fingers, embarrassment filling you at the thought of cleaning yourself off of him. You were embarrassed, yet your pussy pulsed, making your body twitch in the position, Koutarou’s muscled arm trapping your hips against his as he massaged your tongue with his fingers.

He slid his finger out of your mouth, a groan rumbling in his chest as you moaned at the loss, watching your spit draw strings to his fingers.

“Such a pretty girl…” He whispered, but taking your jaw with his dry hand.

“...Kou-” your whine was quickly swallowed as his lips finally met yours, his tongue wasting no time in thrusting itself into your mouth, soothing you sounds as he licked into you, tasting your arousal on your tongue.

Your head was spinning, nearly too much to notice the way his dampened fingers trailed their way back down to your pussy, brashly dipping straight back into your cunt, his middle finger tip drawing a circle around your entrance as his thumb pressed into your clit.

You cried into his kiss, your knees buckling.

Koutarou chuckled, wrapping his arm around your back tighter as he pressed you into the counter.

“Kou please….” you panted, your mouth breaking away from his to beg him to hurry up and fuck you.

You wanted it so badly, you didn’t even need prepped. That loser you’d been with earlier had already done that. You weren’t able to orgasm then… all you were able to think about was your boss, taking you in a position much like this one.

“Shhh….”he mumbled, finally pressing his two middle fingers up into you, grinning as you shuddered against him.

“Hmmmm…..” he said, feeling your walls clench around his digits as he curled them into you, his experienced fingers finding your spot within seconds, making you cry out and dig your nails into his shoulders.

“Feels like that boy couldn’t do shit for my baby, you’re still too fucking tight for my cock…”

“Noooo…” you panted, your hips jumping as his fingers curled into your g-spot again, making your toes curl against the hardwood floor of the kitchen. “Need you now….please daddy..”

Koutarou groaned at the name again, his cock leaking in his boxers at the pathetic sounds coming out of your throat.

He wished he had a mirror in the kitchen, wished he could see all of you, he wanted to be able to turn you around against his chest, to bunch your cute little sundress up around your waist and watch his fingers disappear in and out of your swollen pussy.

He flipped you around against his chest, giving himself more leverage as his palm ground against your clit, allowing his fingers to quicken their pace, fucking into you, abandoning the sweet and slow tempo as he began to abuse your spot with each harsh push.

“Shhhhh sweetheart…” Koutarou cooed in your ear, grinding his cock up against your ass, as if promising that time would come soon enough,

“gotta loosen you up for daddy’s cock…”

You moaned at his words, your pussy somehow clenching even harder.

“Daddy…” you panted, twisting your neck to look back into his eyes, “...’m close…”

Bokuto groaned, dropping his face against your neck. He could feel it, your walls getting tighter around his fingers. He wanted you to let go… to show him how badly you wanted him.

“Come on sweetheart…. I want you to feel good for me…” He mumbled, his free hand bunching your dress up further to take one of your nipples between his fingers, pulling on the hard bud, pulling another pathetically high pitched whine from you.

“Daddy…” you breathed, your body shaking as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer “....hurts….”

Bokuto shushed you again but didn’t stop pulling on your nipple, the burning sensation bleeding through your chest and making you squirm against his hard chest.

And yet somehow, you could feel the pain getting you even closer to your high, a realization that ripped a sob from your chest as you neared the edge.

“So pretty….” he mumbled against your skin… “you gonna cum for daddy?”

“Yes daddy!.....” you cried, your eyes snapping closed as you felt yourself on the edge.

“Ask nicely baby….”

You cried even louder, feeling actual tears welling up in your eyes.

“Please daddy!” “Please what baby?”

“Let me cum daddy….wanna cum…want -p-please lemme cum!” Your words were slurred as Bokuto gazed down at you.

His whole kitchen which used to only be filled with the sound of your old music was now filled with the sounds of frankie valli accompanied now with the loud squelching of your cunt and the slap of his palm against your pussy.

He could hear the ragged patterns of your breaths, telling him that you weren’t lying in how close you were.. How badly you wanted to cum for him.

He was glad that the kid’s room were upstairs of the other side of the house because as soon as he said it,

“Go ahead sweetheart…”

If their rooms had been any closer they’d have run downstairs, frantically asking as to why their father was seemingly killing their beloved nanny.

“shhh…. “ Bokuto soothed against your skin, pulling his fingers out of your pussy before lightly slapping the swollen lips, making your jerk against him as an overstimulated whine came from your mouth.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he could feel his cock pulsing as he bent you over the island counter, sinking down to his knees as he guided your legs further apart and pushed your asscheeks open, revealing your fat little pussy, smeared with your own cum as it twitched with the after effects of your high.

He wanted to taste you directly, shove his tongue into your pathetic little hole and rip another orgasm out of you, but he didn’t think he could wait that long, not with how hard he was.

He needed to be inside of you… now.

“Fuck….” he muttered, watching hungrily as your hole clenched around nothing, he chuckled as he heard you let out a whimper above him.

“How about it sweetheart?” He asked, standing to full height as he dropped his pants around his ankles, his cock springing up to slap his torso.

You gasped at the sound of it. Somehow just by the sound of it you could tell it was big. Definitely bigger than anything you’d ever had before.

“Gonna let me fuck your little pussy for you?”

You nearly died on the spot at the vulgarity of the proposal and yet you couldn't hide the way your body arched against the cold counter, more than ready for anything he was willing to give.

“Yes!... now!” you demanded, making Koutarou laugh behind you.

“Is my pretty little baby getting bossy now? Is your pussy that needy baby?”

You cried against the counter, your feverish forehead pressing up against the granite as if it could clear your lust clouded mind.

“Please Daddy…” you whimpered, sniffling back tears as they continued to gather in your lash line, threatening to fall.

“Shhh.. I got you baby…” Kou assured, guiding his cock towards your core, dragging it through your lips.

‘Fuck’ he thought, you were so wet he didn’t even need you to spit on his dick, and even less so, need lube.

One day though, probably tomorrow, he’d have to have you on your knees, choking on his cock so he could watch you cry. Maybe he’d buy you a toy to sit on while you sucked him off… the thought made him impossibly harder.

“Shit.. “ he cursed, abruptly pulling away from you, causing your head to quickly turn, your eyes wide as you watched him take a step back.

“Shit… sweetheart, I need to find a condom.”

You made him feel so young that he’d almost forgotten, and he knew that the last thing you needed was a baby with someone like him to ruin your life.

He paused when you didn’t respond.

“Wha-” he mumbled as you slinked off of the counter and onto the floor in front of him, your eyes level with his cock.

It was probably the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. It was long and thick, and god his balls were amazing, so heavy…..

Bokuto nearly yelped as your fingers surrounded him, immobilizing him as your lips wrapped around the weeping head of his cock, you fingers brushing down through his pubic hair to cup his balls, pulling an embarrassing whine out of the built man as you squeezed them.

“What are you doing…” he panted, his hands gripping the counter over your head.

You just stared up at him, swallowing him further.

Koutarou nearly choked on air as your blown out pupils stared up at him.

You pulled yourself off of his cock.

“I’m okay daddy…” you whispered, deciding his dick was probably wet enough for you as you folded back over the counter, the cold surface digging into your stomach as your arm reached back behind you, finding and guiding Kou’s cock to your entrance.

“...wanna feel you…”

Koutarou tried. He truly did.

You nearly screamed as he wasted no more time, thrusting his cock into you, not even letting you adjust as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against your clit.

“Fuck!”

Koutarou was ruthless in the pace he set, pounding into you like your pussy owed him money as his hands held onto your body in a vice-like grip, switching from spreading your ass to see the way you sucked him in, to resting on your upper half, one hand pinning your lower back into the counter while the other cradled your throat, bending your body into a pose that made you feel him in your throat.

You prayed that tomorrow you’d be able to walk.

“Fuck sweetheart…” he panted, his breaths lining up with each sound of his balls slapping against your bud. “You feel so good….. so fucking tight….”

Bokuto’s head was spinning at the way you were gripping his cock, your cunt felt so good around him… so soft and warm…. He was embarrassed to say, but you made him feel like he was back in his twenties again, he felt like he was gonna bust after just minutes inside of you.

“Kouuuu….” you whined out, your eyes crossing as the pressure on your throat increased, making the older man lighten his grasp, opting to let his palm migrate from your throat, tangling itself in your hair before pulling your head back that way.

Your cunt clenched at the burn in your scalp, making the two of you moan in unison, Koutarou’s hips speeding up even more.

“You’re such a good girl sweetheart…” Koutarou grunted, his fingers pulling your hair to angle your face within range, allowing him to press your lips together again, capturing all of your desperate little sounds with his mouth as he panted into yours.

“Tell me baby…” He said, his golden eyes burning into yours as you sobbed at a particularly hard thrust, the tip of his cock knocking into your cervix.

“....tell me if any of your little boys can make you feel this good…”

You shook your head frantically, your jaw slack as you felt a line of drool running down your chin.

You’d never felt this good in your life. You didn’t know how, after this, you’d ever go back to fucking anyone but Kou.

“Tell me baby. '' he said, slowing his hips down to a roll, his cock dragging through your insides at a frustrating pace.

“Nooo… only you….. Please daddy….” you choked out between full on sobs, your hips trying and failing to fuck back agaist him, begging him to resume fucking your brains out.

Koutarou chuckled, your answer causing his cock to twitch inside of you.

“That’s right…” he groaned, “gonna ruin you for anyone else…. Gonna make it to where whenever you try to fuck anyone else…. All you’re going to feel is my cock inside of you, yeah?....”

“Yes!” you sobbed. Your thighs shaking as Koutarou finally resumed his brutal onslaught against your walls.

Koutarou was so close….god you made him so close…. Everything about you was so perfect, the fat tears that were rolling down your cheeks as his hips slammed against your ass, the way that he could feel your pillowy thighs shake every time he thrusted into you, the way your fucked out expression stared back at him, looking at him as if he’d hung the stars.

He groaned, feeling his end rising within him.

“Kou….” you whined, your watery eyes snapping back to look at him as you felt his cock still again.

Without a word, Koutarou wrapped his arm around your tits, pulling you back against his chest before doubling down.

“Kou!” you cried as your small pants and gasps turned into full on sobs.

There was something humiliating about the large man fucking you in the middle of the kitchen, forcing you to stand with the strong bicep wrapped around your tits while the other hand continued to grip your hip, using it to guide you on his cock. But all you could do was cry because even though it was, for some reason, embarrassing, it was incredibly hot.

“God…” Bokuto grunted through a clenched jaw. He needed to make you cum, he wanted to feel you cum on his cock before he finally lost it.

“Come on baby…” He mumbled, his lips hot against your ear.

“No!” you gasped, your fingers gripping his wrists as the hand across your chest began pulling at your nipples, that had already become sore after being pushed across the counter so many times as he fucked you into it, and the other hand leaving your hip to reach down between your puffy lips, playing with your clit as his thick forearm pressed itself into your stomach.

Your fingers tried with no avail to stop him, your end rising like a fire inside of your lower abdomen.

“....too much….” you whimpered, your head falling back against Bo’s broad shoulder, giving his the perfect view of your bouncing tits and stomach as he fucked you, as well as giving him the perfect opportunity to latch his mouth onto your neck, his tongue and teeth nipping and licking at your erratic pulse.

“Shhhh…” he cooed “....you’re doing so good baby….so good for me…”

Your senses were completely clouded with the older man, you were so lost you couldn’t even really tell if your feet were touching the ground anymore.

All you could feel was him.

“Mm….gonna cum……can I cum daddy?” you begged, tilting your face towards his, letting him see the absolutely wrecked look on your face.

“Fuck yes baby…whenever you want baby….” he moaned, his thrusts beginnging to shallow out, a clear sign of his impending release. “Cum on my cock…..please...”

It only took a couple more thrusts for you to fall off of that cliff, your body jerking and flailing in Koutaro’s tight grasp as your cunt spasmed on his dick.

He went to pull out to shoot his load onto you, but your broken whimper stopped him.

“No…” you choked out between gasps, still riding the waves of your high, “....in me…. want it in me….”

Bokuto was going to pull out, HE SWEARS.

He was going to pull out but before he knew it, right after those words left your mouth, his cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, spilling himself into your cunt as it milked him dry.

All you could do was moan at the sensation of his cum painting your walls… there was so much….

Bokuto guided the two of you back to the counter before slumping both of you over it, his cock still pressed deep into you, plugging you up, reveling in the aftermath as every few seconds your walls would pulse around him.

He was completely limp against you, his warm breath in your ear as he panted, trying to recover enough to pull out.

You sighed, trying to catch your breath.

‘Fuck’…. You thought. You really did it this time didn’t you. After months of dreaming about him, touching yourself to thoughts of him, fucking other men wishing it was him…. You finally got him.

You heard Koutarou groan as he slowly stood back up, his fingers kneading into your back as he pulled out, leaving you whining at the loss of him, making him chuckle.

“Come on pretty girl…” he said, turning you around his grasp, his hands gripping your ass as he crouched down to pick you up. “Hop up..”

You hopped and unsurprisingly Bokuto lifted you with ease. Something you’d never have expected to find in a man.

He walked you down the hallway to your bedroom and into your bathroom, sitting you on your large bathroom counter, your back resting against the mirror behind you.

You watched Koutarou grin at his ruffled appearance before moving to wet a hand towel to clean you up.

You allowed your eyes to close, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands taking care of you.

But as Koutarou cleaned you, he couldn’t help but feel regret. He didn’t regret what he did, god no! He’d die a happy man if it meant he could do this every day, hold you every day, fuck you every day, take care of you every day.

The only thing he regretted was that he couldn’t do this everyday. You were young… at least 7 six years younger than himself… probably more. You didn’t want to settle down this early in life, be stuck with some washed up old volleyball player and his kids. He knew that eventually you’d have to leave…. It didn’t matter how much he wanted to keep you… he couldn’t.

You deserved more.

After he finished, he laid you down in your bed, thinking that just because your eyes were closed that you were asleep.

He turned to leave.

“Kou?” you whispered.

He turned around to see you stared at him, your brows drawn together in confusion. He was….leaving?

“It’s okay doll…” He soothed, crouching down to brush his fingers across your forehead.

“Stay.”

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You sighed, admiring the way Koutarou’s broad back muscles flexed as he moved about the kitchen, the morning light illuminating his skin, highlighting the red scratch marks decorating the length of his back.

‘He’ll have to find a shirt before the kids get up…’ you thought to yourself, for now it was fine though, better than fine if it meant you got to continue ogling the man as he stood in the kitchen preparing saturday pancakes.

You slid off of your barstool, your bare feet walking across the hardwood towards the older man. Your body swaying gently to the sound of frank sinatra playing through the kitchen.

Koutarou chuckled as he felt your gentle frame push up against his back, your cute pudgy arms wrapping around his torso, shamelessly groping at his chest as you pressed kisses against his shoulder blades.

“Dance with me Kou…”

Koutarou laughed again

“‘m too old to dance Doll.”

You scoffed.

“You’re barely 32….sounds like an excuse…” you teased.

“Excuse?” Bokuto mused, turning away from the stove, “never.”

He rested his hands on your hips, indulging you as the two of you began to slowly waltz around the room.

You hummed, resting your face on Kou’s chest.

He looked down at you and smiled.

You deserved the world, you deserved to have everything you could ever wish for, you deserved to have kids that loved you, you deserved a husband that adored you, you deserved everything.

As Koutarou stared down at you, he swore…he would give you everything you deserved.

Don’t be shy bestie…. Tell me how you liked it ;)’

[nicka-nell]

Hello ≧◠‿◠≦✌May I request some HCs for the haikyuu boys how they handle questions about y/n and their relationship in interviews? Do they talk openly about their relationship... for Oikawa, Atsumu, Sakusa and the boys you like? Thankii（っ＾▿＾）♥

hi :)) sure we can do that. I made it for the 3 guys and two other hq guys (Toshi and Bo) I hope you enjoy it :))

Would they talk about their relationship or you with reporters

(Ushijima Wakatoshi | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Miya Atsumu | Oikawa Tooru | Bokuto Koutarou)

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He likes it that you support him, but he would not like to bring you actively in front of the camera. It is important to him to keep his love life private. After all, he is successful because of his career and not because of your relationship. 

It’s not that he doesn’t love you, he just wants you to continue enjoying the freedoms he doesn’t have anymore. Walk out the door without camcorders. Just spend an evening with your friends without being photographed by paparazzi. 

However, if you want to make your relationship popular, or if paparazzi photographed you in a restaurant, he would give an honest answer when asked if you are his girlfriend. And when you say it’s time to stand in front of the camera, then only close to him, right by his side while he puts a protective hand around your waist. Because he wants everyone to understand that you belong to him. But if you ever have children, he will certainly not put them in front of the camera. Because they should lead a normal life. 

For interview questions, he answers smaller questions about you as long as they do not become too private. 

“Ushijima-san, people recently saw you with a young lady in a jewelry store. Was that your girlfriend? Do we hear wedding bells soon?” 

“There must be a misunderstanding. This young woman is a friend of ours. She picked a gift for my girlfriend with me.”

“An engagement ring?”

“I will not answer that question.”

Ushijima answers while clearing his throat, but keeps his monotonous expression. 

“Sure, of course. Why is it so important to you that she does not come in front of the camera?” 

“If she wants to be in front of the cameras, then she can come in front of them. That is her decision. I don’t want to force her to do that. Not everyone wants a life with all these unnecessary questions and answers. For example, I don’t understand why the world is interested in our relationship. Then there is a face to the name that is already circulating in the media, and then? I also don’t care what you had for breakfast today.”

“Eh uhm uh yeah. Well, but people are curious how the partner of a pro volleyball player looks like.” 

“Beautiful.” 

He answers without hesitation and it almost looks as if he is smiling at this one word, as if he just has to think about you. 

“Someone’s talking from his heart here, huh?” 

“No, actually, I’m talking with my mouth.”  

“Uh, I mean that’s a phrase, Ushijima-san. That’s what you say when someone not only expresses their feelings but also really feels and shows them.” 

“Oh? Yes, you’re right. She is beautiful. Simply indescribable.” 

Like Ushijima, Sakusa doesn’t want to make his relationship with you public. However, he makes sure that the relationship remains covered. He does not want to give the press even more speech, not even more food for their pages. He himself does not like to give these interviews, or not be able to move so freely because everywhere people lurk, who could ask for photos or autographs. Even if you could handle it better, he doesn’t want to, since your relationship is really only between you two. 

Few people know about you. They only saw you by chance, when Sakusa was at the extra training hours and had trained into the night. He had told you not to come, but you still drove to the training hall and had made the boys a few sandwiches and brought them over. Only Meian, Atsumu and Hinata know about you. Amazingly, neither Hinata nor Atsumu have revealed anything about you. 

He answers questions about his relationship only when he really wants to. And even then, he is not exactly clear with his answers. 

“They say your girlfriend is pretty, so why don’t you want to show her, Sakusa-san?”

“Shouldn’t every man find his partner pretty?” 

“True, yes. But don’t you think it’s time to take her to events like this?”

“And then what? As a down-to-earth, normal woman, should she respond to questions from a moderator who should actually ask questions about volleyball, but now asks private questions?” 

Sakusa answers him, visibly annoyed, and frowns. 

“My, oh my, please understand us Sakusa-san. Your fans just want to know who the lucky woman is who’s by your side. Don’t you want her to enjoy the victory together after a game?” 

“We do that.” 

“So she’s at games? Or do you celebrate afterwards with her and the team? ” 

“No comment.” 

“Come on, just give us a little hint.”

“If no more sports questions come up, I will go now.”

“Just one more question. If she wanted to step in front of the camera, would you allow it?” 

“This has nothing to do with allowing. If that’s what she wants, that’s her decision. But I hope she doesn’t want it. I enjoy just spending time with her and ignoring all that stress. She is too precious to make a medium's face out of her. If she’s happy, if she’s smiling, I don’t want to share that soothing smile.”

Atsumu likes to talk about you, you might think he’s directing the conversation in your direction on purpose, away from volleyball. When he talks about you, he has so many little hearts in his eyes. Surprisingly, no one has ever seen the face of the woman who turned Atsumu’s head like that. Not because he doesn’t want to show you. God, he would love nothing more than that. Seeing you standing next to him, hugging and kissing you every time after the game. Show the entire world how happy he is. 

But you told him that you don’t want this right now. Still not sure if you feel comfortable in front of cameras. And even if it is difficult for him, he accepts that. 

Nevertheless, his teammates know about you. They also know you personally. And even if you don’t want to be in front of the cameras yet, Atsumu goes out with you with a cap, mask and sunglasses, does a lot with you or hangs out with you and his brother in the Onigiri shop. He sees all this very relaxed.

During interviews, he is always looking forward to a question about you. 

“Another victory for your team. Will you celebrate the victory with your girlfriend, Atsumu-san?”

“Oh, for sure I will! With her and the boys!”

“When are we going to meet her?” 

“Eh, don’t know. But I think it won’t be long. But for the record, she’s my girl.” 

“Oho, someone smiles proudly here, huh? Aren’t you afraid that as soon as her face is known, she might be seen as attractive by other players who then snatch her away?” 

“Shit, of course they’ll find her hot. She is fuckin’ sexy. Yeah, ya know, when I come from training and she is there in the kitchen only with my jersey, oh damn, I wonder if I really do not dream. But nah, I’m not afraid.” 

“No? According to this description, she seems to be incredibly pretty.” 

“Once again, so she is. But we’ve known each other for so long. We’ve been through a lot. No matter how nasty some moments were, how sad, she was always with me. She’s my biggest fan, my biggest support. And when I wake up in the morning, because she drives through my hair with her fingertips, wakes me up with her sweet smile and the quiet, Tsumu the food is ready, then I know it’s her. The girl of my dreams. She’s my significant other. And I know she thinks the same about me. We are partners, best friends, lovers, all in one. If there were soul mates, we’d probably be.” 

In his words, he no longer looks at the reporter, but looks out into the distance, as if he remembers a beautiful moment with you, as he giggles. 

“Yes damn, I love everything about her, even her ice-cold feet that she always clamps between my thighs at night to warm them up. Damn, I really fell hard for my girl, right?” 

Oikawa has already made your relationship popular, before you know about it yourself. During an interview, he was once asked what he thinks after such a victory, what makes him happy. And even though he certainly thought “of course the sad faces of the opponents” he said that he is happy with his team after the victory point and also that your face, your broad smile appears before his eyes. Directly he was asked if you were his girlfriend and he said yes. 

Were you mad at him that the entire world before you knew about your relationship? Yes. Did you ignore him for a week because you were mad? Oh, hell yes. 

But you two have been a happy couple for a long time now. Oikawa often posts pictures of you both on his social media channels with the words “Mi sol” (my sun). He loves to show the whole world how happy you are that you belong to him. And after all these years, you don’t mind about fame anymore. You’re good with the cameras. 

But if a situation becomes uncomfortable for you, Oikawa is the first to bring the questions and also the attention to himself, standing protective in front of you. Because no matter how much he wants to show people how great you,Oikawa’s girlfriend, are, if you feel uncomfortable then it goes too far. 

In interviews, he likes to answer questions about you, but quickly becomes impatient if the questions are only about you, no longer revolving around him and his performance. 

“Oikawa-san, the game today was a genuine success! Was there a motivational speech before the game?” 

“That was a great game! I really motivated the guys, and the delicious sandwiches from my sugar-sweet fiancé have probably also contributed to this.” 

“Your fiancé, yes? Oh, soon it’s the day, right? What are you most looking forward to at your wedding?” 

What a stupid question, Oikawa thinks as he thinks of the day that will take place in a few weeks. Your wedding. He grins broadly, scratches the back of his head and looks into the camera. 

“What am I most looking forward to? To my beautiful, sweet, and lovely bride, of course. I can’t wait to see her in a charming wedding dress as she steps in front of the altar and says yes to me. When she becomes my Misses Oikawa. This will be incredibly nice! And don’t worry, I’ll upload photos of the wedding to my account.” 

“Ah, that sounds great! Do you think she’s nervous? Have you seen her dress yet? Or does she want to keep it a secret until the wedding?” 

More and more, he’s asking about you and the relationship. The pouting in Oikawa’s face gets bigger. 

“Hey enough about us now. You’ll get more information after the wedding.”

“Ah sorry, sorry. I guess I got carried away. Don’t you worry that your female fans won’t cheer you on after the wedding?” 

“Oh lordy, no. They should be happy for me if they are my fans. Right? I think they will be supportive. But enough of that. Did you see how I got the last five points only with my serve?” 

Bokuto would like to pull you in front of the camera next to him, press and hug you, take you in his arms after each game and celebrate with you. Not because he wants to show the world your face, but because he just wants to share the moment with you. Bokuto is not someone who tries to force you to show off, to have to keep up with all the other comrades and to compete with who has the biggest, smallest or best girlfriend. For him, you are perfect and he doesn’t care what others say. He just wants to share every single moment with you. That’s so important to him. 

But he still tries his best to leave the relationship behind the cameras for you, even if it makes him sad that he can only really celebrate with you a few hours after his victory. But you asked him to. He can leave all the hustle and bustle around him for himself for now. Yet you don’t expect any paparazzi to follow you just to get any information. It’s more that you still don’t want to see your face on the TV right now. 

Bokuto is really trying his best. Every time he is asked in interviews about his female fans or a relationship, he tries to shift the question to Hinata. But it’s different this time, because the game is just over. Everyone is still out of breath when a reporter points the cameras at Bokuto. First, he asks him a few questions about the game, congratulates him on the victory, when Bokuto suddenly looks past him, spots you in the crowd near the grandstand. 

“Y/n! Hey! We won! Did you see my serve? It was sooo good!” 

The reporter uses the opportunity to tell the cameraman to swing the camera over to you before he looks back at Bokuto.

“Bokuto-san, may we ask who this young lady is?”

“Oh yes, but of course, this is my girlfri-” 

Still speaking, he notices what he just said and you can already see how he looks in your direction with a sad, apologetic expression. A quiet “I’m so sorry” shapes his lips. But you only give him a loving look, give him to understand that it is all right and realize that his mood is immediately better again. 

“So, this is your girlfriend? Really a pretty woman you have there by your side. Have you been together for a while? You’re never seen with a woman.” 

“Yes, well, we’ve been together a long time. And oh yes, she’s not known because we wanted to keep the relationship secret. But I guess I screwed up. But she really is the greatest woman in the world! She just doesn’t want to be in front of the cameras. So could you please be kind to her? She’s my little angel, after all.” 

He pouts with big puppy eyes, which would even make the reporter melt away if he were not on air.

Since then, he has been asking questions about you which of course doesn’t stay out, but Bokuto is happy to answer them. Because he would like to show everyone how much he loves you and that you mean the world to him. 

[titsuya]

i was reading your newest work on hq boys moans, and i saw you said you have a list of the horsecocks of haikyuu. would you mind sharing said list? i’m kinda (i mean very) curious 🤍

hey angel ! i’m so glad you asked :D

warning: dick talk <3, mentions of breeding and creampies and cum eating and just cum in general, u might think im on crack while reading this

my top 10 biggest dicks of HQ going from big to bigger to biggest to LITERAL HORSECOCK (with my very good reasoning):

big dick energy plays into this a lot

coming in at TENTH, we have:

OIKAWA TOORU big

reason: he has big pretty dick energy. it’s kinda skinny but i hc it to be fucking LONG !!! literally look at his fingers ?? they’re huge 😩 tooru’s pretty dick is long enough to give ur cervix some soft kisses <3

in NINTH place:

KUROO TETSURO big

reason: something about him gives off big dick energy. maybe its the way he could probably recite the periodic table, but it’s big. like average girth, but his is long too AND slightly angled and hits the g spot v well. and it’s lowkey kinda pretty too <333 he just knows what he’s doing ++ timeskip him is hot as fuck, literally has a sir & daddy kink bc of his job

SEVENTH and EIGHTH are tied:

SAKUSA KIYOOMI & MIYA ATSUMU bigger

reason: THE ONLY REASON IS BECAUSE THIS IS MY PERFECT TAG TEAM LIKE I WANT TO GET RAILED BY BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME AND THEYRE PRETTY COMPETITIVE ME THINKS SO I FEEL LIKE THEYD BOTH JUST BE THE SAME SIZE.. HHHHHH SAKUSA HAS PRETTY DICK & HIS CUM TASTES BETTER BUT TSUMU HAS PRETTY BALLS AND NICE VEINS AND HIS CUM IS THICK SO IT FEELS RLLY GOOD WHEN HE CUMS IN U <//////33333

SIXTH prize winner:

MIYA OSAMU bigger

reason: we all know that samu’s is like half an inch bigger than tsumu’s. but this man has fucking breeder balls that are just… so heavy. he also cums a lot. like A LOT. just loves to fucking drain them using your pussy. big tits, big man, man big dick. very thick, very nice. very much has a #breeding kink too. just thought i should throw that out there.

FIFTH place— honorable mention #2:

oh my god. oh fuck oh my god

IWAIZUMI HAJIME biggest

reason: daddy . you guys know what i mean, i literally have no words. fat cock, above average girth and length. just above average. holy fucking shit he’s so hot i cant even think about him without wanting to cream my pants.

FOURTH place— honorable mention #1:

BOKUTO KOUTAROU biggest

reason: ok, u might think that he should be in the top three, but kou’s SO CLOSE ! like dude his cock is really, really, REALLY fat. me thinks he has the girthiest of all my bby boys. it’s just not as long! no, but actually, my top 5 boys could probably make you cum just by putting their dick in you. BOKUTO ESPECIALLY THO ! also mans can last at least 3 rounds so you better believe he’s gonna fuck you good with his big cock

THIRD is the one with the hairy chest: grade school rhymes im sorry

SUNA FUCKING RINTARŌ horsecock <3

reason: guys i’m not biased, i swear ! think about time skip, pro volleyball player suna rintarō. my god that man. you might say “oh, hes so skinny—“ literally stfu im not arguing this. suna has a horsecock, too. prettiest fucking dick ever. tip always flushed red, prominent veins u can run your tongue over, feels really big in ur hands. my god rintarō split me in half rn.

taking the silver medal at SECOND place:

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI horsecockkkkk <33

reason: man. look at him. you dont need to show anyone his dick, you already know it’s literally huge. you’d probably break in half. he literally has to prep you to the max to take him. almost took first place tbh !

AND AT THE NUMBER ONE SPOT, WE HAVE THE ONE, THE ONLY:

MATSUKAWA ISSEI (everyone cheered) HORSE COCKKKKKKK <333333333

reason: y’all can argue everything else, but this ? im not taking criticism. THIS MF RIGHT HERE HAS THE BIGGEST FUCKING HORSECOCK ? LIKE I WISH I COULD EXPLAIN ???? it’s FAT ! IT HURTS HE CAN BARLEY GET IT IN. like guys. im screaming and crying. its veiny, girthy, long just BIG… omg my heart hurts. he has a size kink <//3

[ladysunamireads]

Doting Darling

Doting Darling by Orangelemonzest

A continuation of Secret Sweetheart, Hinata, and Kageyama's relationship is now out in the open, at least to members of the JNT. While most of the players have had some bet on their 'will they, wont they dance', no one had expected to see this doting and caring side of the reserved setter. A little bit of chaos and shenanigans will ensue as the team is under one roof- maybe a hidden relationship will come to light, and maybe Atsumu will suffer.

Words: 1307, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Whipped Kageyama

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Komori Motoya, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hoshiumi Kourai, Kuroo Tetsurou, Japanese Men's National Volleyball Team Ensemble

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Minor Komori Motoya/Miya Osamu, minor Sakusa Kiyoomi/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Additional Tags: Fluff and Crack, Fluff and Humor, Japanese National Team, Canon Compliant, Cute Kageyama Tobio, Mentioned MSBY Black Jackals, Pro Volleyball Player Kageyama Tobio, Pro Volleyball Player Hinata Shouyou, Pro Volleyball Player Miya Atsumu, Pro Volleyball Player Bokuto Koutarou, Pro Volleyball Player Sakusa Kiyoomi, Pro Volleyball Player Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kageyama Tobio is a Good Significant Other, Kageyama Tobio is Whipped

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46876960

[akascow]

akaashi: *walks into their living room*

bokuto: *is sitting on the couch*

aka: oh my god

bo: kashi no please

aka: its you

bo: not this again

aka: its

bo: ahgaaaashi

aka: ITS

bo: *sigh*

aka: THE PRO VOLLEYBALL PLAYER AND SPIKER OF THE BLACK JACKALS BOKUTO KOUTAROU

bo:

aka: i cant believe this youre in my house omg

bo: akaashi for the last time WE LIVE TOGETHER

aka: its nice to meet you im such a huge fan

bo: UGH