orangemarmalade101

[orangemarmalade101]

hii i just read ur sakusa drabble abt bokuto leaving his puppy w him and omg i cant stop thinking abt bo leaving his puppy with kaashi 🥺🥺🥺 like i just know he’d be so good to her and he’s always her favourite to go to everytime bo has to leave

YES! LITERALLY YES!

i don’t have the time to fully write a one shot (BUT ITS IN THE WORKS!) but here’s a little scenario of how good ‘kaashi takes care of puppy ´͈ ᵕ `͈

— stern but soft! akaashi + mentions of daddy! bokuto + riding + cockwarming + praise + needy! reader + puppy! reader + f! reader

“kaashi.” you whined, knees burning with how long you’ve been perched on the floor; right next to his legs as he worked. he told you it’d only take a little bit for him to finish up- and then he’d take care of you, he’d make you forget the pain of missing your koutarou.

it’s been more than a bit and now the twisting and sharp pang in your chest hurt with every thought of your daddy.

seeing him play; seeing his body run, jump, and spike- cheering and boasting at his victory, beating a fist right over his heart before doing his signature beam right at the cameras; right at you, earlier on the t.v amped up the want to a ten- no twenty.

it felt like nothing could calm the swirling, burning emotions you felt...

nothing except maybe your sweet ‘kaashi.

“puppy... i’m almost done.” he mumbled back, pushing his glasses up on his nose, sweeping his bangs up and out of the way of his forehead. one hand came down to pet your head, still not looking at you.

it felt good, finally being touched, being assured that he was nearly finished, but it just wasn’t enough.

“please ‘kaashi... it hurts.” you whimpered, tears glistening in your eyes. small noises of pain caught his attention, turning his chair to look down at you, the painted image of want.

he sighed, tapping a pencil against his desk, thinking of what to do- it wouldn’t hurt fucking you stupid for a bit, then when you were all tuckered out... it’d let him finish his work before the deadline...

yeah, that’ll work.

“okay, come here.” akaashi opened his arms, hips scooting forward, making a seat for you.

scrambling up off the floor, you almost cried at the offer, he was truly so kind to you.

“thank you, thank you ‘kaashi... thank you.” words were called out in rapid succession, nearly slurred together at the feeling of nestling your cunt over the bump of his cock and balls, warm and soft.

he was so pretty, so pretty and warm and so soft.

pretty hands came up to rest against your hips, long fingers gripping at the softness of your body, not wasting any time to dig them in and push and pull. guiding your cunt over the now hardening bulge in his slacks.

“puppy, you’re always so wet... aren’t you?” he mumbled, resting his head back against the headrest of his chair, twitching at the feeling of your ruined underwear and already throbbing cunt- all swollen and slick with wetness.

“mm! been missing daddy... wanted my ‘kaashi to make the hurt go away.” you cried, tipping forward as the ridge of his dick, the line swollen at the base of his cockhead bumped against your clit.

he let your head fall forward, resting against his shoulder as puffs of air left your open mouth, so sensitive so receptive to everything.

you were such a good, sweet, needy little thing.

“don’t worry, i’ll make it feel better.” he sighed, one hand coming down between your bodies to push the band of his slacks down, not caring about the pinch the stretch gave his hips, he didn’t wanna make you wait any longer.

“oh! keiji! keiji!” you exclamed in pure excitement, involuntary bouncing against just lap, at the feeling of his bare cock slap against your thigh.

he laughed as he pushed your panties to the side, sinking the length into you, bringing a (now) wet hand back to your waist. pulling you up and down with just his tip, warming you up, letting you adjust yourself in small and calculated thrusts.

“feels good!” you babbled, body growing more and more weak while he fucked into you, feet planted on the floor below for leverage.

the feeling of his pretty cock sliding in and out of you was so welcomed and wanted.

“poor puppy, gunna cum already...” he grunted,

“take my glasses off.” akaashi groaned, feeling them slip thanks to the resounding slaps of his thighs up into you, the vibrations shaking you and him both.

breathing in a quick gasp, you brought your hands up to slip them off, planting them on the desk next to you two, pulling your head back to look at him.

red cheeks, dark eyebrows pinched in concentration, all while looking into your eyes with a gaze that would have looked borderline mean- but to you, it brought comfort and another pang of pleasure.

“ah- there she is.” he grumbled, voice low and smooth- watching your eyes roll back before shutting, whole body shaking against his hold, thighs trying to pinch shut as you gush down around him.

“pretty puppy...”

it truly didn’t take much for you to cum, wetness from your cum rolling down his length, over his balls and onto the muted colors of his slacks.

your cunt was so good, but it took too fast for you to get boneless against him, muttering out soft thank you’s and whimpers of sleep.

“kaashi... kaashi feels so good inside m-me.” you mumbled, hiccuping at the way his cock stood hard and hot inside.

swallowing down the shocks of his own pleasure, he settled you tight onto him. digging his cock into your still fluttering cunt, pushing your head back to lay onto his shoulder.

“sleep puppy... bokuto will be home soon,” keiji whispered, relaxing as he held you too. his work could wait for a little while longer- koutarou would be here to pick you up and fuck you properly, fuck you like you deserved.

“you’re going to need the rest.”

[orangemarmalade101]

hii i just read ur sakusa drabble abt bokuto leaving his puppy w him and omg i cant stop thinking abt bo leaving his puppy with kaashi 🥺🥺🥺 like i just know he’d be so good to her and he’s always her favourite to go to everytime bo has to leave

YES! LITERALLY YES!

i don’t have the time to fully write a one shot (BUT ITS IN THE WORKS!) but here’s a little scenario of how good ‘kaashi takes care of puppy ´͈ ᵕ `͈

— stern but soft! akaashi + mentions of daddy! bokuto + riding + cockwarming + praise + needy! reader + puppy! reader + f! reader

“kaashi.” you whined, knees burning with how long you’ve been perched on the floor; right next to his legs as he worked. he told you it’d only take a little bit for him to finish up- and then he’d take care of you, he’d make you forget the pain of missing your koutarou.

it’s been more than a bit and now the twisting and sharp pang in your chest hurt with every thought of your daddy.

seeing him play; seeing his body run, jump, and spike- cheering and boasting at his victory, beating a fist right over his heart before doing his signature beam right at the cameras; right at you, earlier on the t.v amped up the want to a ten- no twenty.

it felt like nothing could calm the swirling, burning emotions you felt...

nothing except maybe your sweet ‘kaashi.

“puppy... i’m almost done.” he mumbled back, pushing his glasses up on his nose, sweeping his bangs up and out of the way of his forehead. one hand came down to pet your head, still not looking at you.

it felt good, finally being touched, being assured that he was nearly finished, but it just wasn’t enough.

“please ‘kaashi... it hurts.” you whimpered, tears glistening in your eyes. small noises of pain caught his attention, turning his chair to look down at you, the painted image of want.

he sighed, tapping a pencil against his desk, thinking of what to do- it wouldn’t hurt fucking you stupid for a bit, then when you were all tuckered out... it’d let him finish his work before the deadline...

yeah, that’ll work.

“okay, come here.” akaashi opened his arms, hips scooting forward, making a seat for you.

scrambling up off the floor, you almost cried at the offer, he was truly so kind to you.

“thank you, thank you ‘kaashi... thank you.” words were called out in rapid succession, nearly slurred together at the feeling of nestling your cunt over the bump of his cock and balls, warm and soft.

he was so pretty, so pretty and warm and so soft.

pretty hands came up to rest against your hips, long fingers gripping at the softness of your body, not wasting any time to dig them in and push and pull. guiding your cunt over the now hardening bulge in his slacks.

“puppy, you’re always so wet... aren’t you?” he mumbled, resting his head back against the headrest of his chair, twitching at the feeling of your ruined underwear and already throbbing cunt- all swollen and slick with wetness.

“mm! been missing daddy... wanted my ‘kaashi to make the hurt go away.” you cried, tipping forward as the ridge of his dick, the line swollen at the base of his cockhead bumped against your clit.

he let your head fall forward, resting against his shoulder as puffs of air left your open mouth, so sensitive so receptive to everything.

you were such a good, sweet, needy little thing.

“don’t worry, i’ll make it feel better.” he sighed, one hand coming down between your bodies to push the band of his slacks down, not caring about the pinch the stretch gave his hips, he didn’t wanna make you wait any longer.

“oh! keiji! keiji!” you exclamed in pure excitement, involuntary bouncing against just lap, at the feeling of his bare cock slap against your thigh.

he laughed as he pushed your panties to the side, sinking the length into you, bringing a (now) wet hand back to your waist. pulling you up and down with just his tip, warming you up, letting you adjust yourself in small and calculated thrusts.

“feels good!” you babbled, body growing more and more weak while he fucked into you, feet planted on the floor below for leverage.

the feeling of his pretty cock sliding in and out of you was so welcomed and wanted.

“poor puppy, gunna cum already...” he grunted,

“take my glasses off.” akaashi groaned, feeling them slip thanks to the resounding slaps of his thighs up into you, the vibrations shaking you and him both.

breathing in a quick gasp, you brought your hands up to slip them off, planting them on the desk next to you two, pulling your head back to look at him.

red cheeks, dark eyebrows pinched in concentration, all while looking into your eyes with a gaze that would have looked borderline mean- but to you, it brought comfort and another pang of pleasure.

“ah- there she is.” he grumbled, voice low and smooth- watching your eyes roll back before shutting, whole body shaking against his hold, thighs trying to pinch shut as you gush down around him.

“pretty puppy...”

it truly didn’t take much for you to cum, wetness from your cum rolling down his length, over his balls and onto the muted colors of his slacks.

your cunt was so good, but it took too fast for you to get boneless against him, muttering out soft thank you’s and whimpers of sleep.

“kaashi... kaashi feels so good inside m-me.” you mumbled, hiccuping at the way his cock stood hard and hot inside.

swallowing down the shocks of his own pleasure, he settled you tight onto him. digging his cock into your still fluttering cunt, pushing your head back to lay onto his shoulder.

“sleep puppy... bokuto will be home soon,” keiji whispered, relaxing as he held you too. his work could wait for a little while longer- koutarou would be here to pick you up and fuck you properly, fuck you like you deserved.

“you’re going to need the rest.”

[orangemarmalade101]

tsukishima and yamaguchi were an odd pair. one cared too much while the other cared too little. yamaguchi saw people come and go out of tsukishima’s life without a second glance. he always spit out cold words when said people tried to stay with him.

“you’re nothing to me “

“i never cared about you in the first place.

yamaguchi watched every time on the sidelines. observing their faces. their pain. their broken hearts. because unlike tsukishima he was obersevent. he saw the flower-filled trash cans and the less than alive look on their faces.

hanahaki has changed over the past generations. people could be fated to be with a person that would never love them back. they were not guaranteed a forever someone. what they were guaranteed was a chance to live if all emotions were to be void in them.

but the people who took that chance with tsukishima ended up in a hospital bed. their tears of sadness days prior replaced with a stoic expression. they took the risk with tsukishima but he did not love them back.

yamaguchi dreaded the pit in his stomach. he hated how much he had to excuse himself to the toilet. tsukishima was less than pleased when yamaguchi kept skipping out on practices. everyone but him knew the reason.

“why do you keep on skipping out on practice you dumbass. you’re supposed to practice every single day and now you’re slacking off??” tsukishima finally blew up.

“i-i’m sorry i just i don’t know. i’m not feeling well ok? please give me a break “

tsukishima has been with yamaguchi for years but even now he couldn’t pick up on his distress. yamaguchi was all smiles normally but now he was looking as pale as ever. but why did he care. its not his problem.

“im stupid as hell why did i ever think that “

tsukishima thought as he laid next to yamaguchi.

eyes shut in an ice cold hospital room. he never expected for him to ever have to go to the hanahaki unit, but here he was now.

days prior yamaguchi quit the volleyball club completely. his reason.

“it’s just not my thing anymore “ coach ukai stared at this once happy go lucky boy.

his eyes were filled with pain and fear.

“it’s ok. just go. i wish you the best of luck in your love “ he knew that was a lie. coach ukai saw firsthand the love stricken eyes of yamaguchi as he stared at tsukishima that were soon masked by fear. tsukishima’s indifference to the very obvious love that was directed towards him.

tsukishima only found out the next day when yamaguchi walked by the practice room without going in. he was over yamaguchi “skipping “ practice just because he was sick.

“yamaguchi let’s talk “

yamaguchi stared at tsukishima for a second without saying a thing. he wanted to confess. he wanted to say i love you so bad. but the flowers that he barfed up everyday showed that he had no chance. tsukishima did not love him

“yeah give me a second guys. i’ll take to tsukishima really quickly “

“why do you keep skipping practice. do you have no sense of responsibility or is that stupid brain of yours not working anymore “ his venomous words hitting yamaguchi the hardest.

“ohhh tsukishima i’m really sorry. i just know. volleyball just isn’t by thing anymore. i wasnt the best player anyway, and i wanted to try something new like baking!”

“you think you’re goo-“ tsukishima’s words we’re stopped as yamaguchi shoved a slice of strawberry shortcake into his hands.

it was the last thing he could do before he knew his time was over.

“here i know this is your favorite and since we’ll meet less and less from now on. i just wanted to say thanks for all your help through the years. “

“yeah sure “ was all tsukishima pushed out before he saw the fleeting figure of the green haired boy that was at his side ever since high school.

tsukishima went home with the cake slice still in hand. he didn’t know what he was feeling. why did he feel so guilt. he didn’t do anything wrong. maybe he yelled at his teammates a little too harshly today, but thinking back on it. that wasn’t true. he was quiet today. pushing out complaints when people asked him “what’s wrong” and saying that he’s fine. but yamaguchi’s comment didn’t sit right with him.

why would they meet less. its not like he’s gonna die. they’d still have class together. they’d still eat lunch together. and they’ll still hang out after school.

tsukishima stared at the slice a little harder. a flower?

“that fools in love now? “ tsukishima scoffed. taking a closer look at the light pink flower.

“a carnation?” a light pink carnation represented the regret of one’s love not being returned. yamaguchi dreaded how obvious his fate was when he saw the flower he barfed out everyday. but why would tsukishima know the meaning of such flower? why would he pick up on the wilted edges of the flower indicating that yamaguchi had less than a week to live. why didn’t he notice sooner?

there was no point dwelling on the past when tsukishima knew he couldn’t change anything. the hospital room was decorated in light pink carnations. that stupid flower he wished he knew sooner. tsukishima was never one to admit he cared about someone unless he was on deaths bed.

but now the one he cared about the most was on his. a loud cough pierced the silence of the room was yamaguchi shook awake. all color was gone from his body. he looked like he could barely talk. his eyes slowly opened as he muttered out one last phrase.

“it’s okay tsukishima. its ok that we weren’t meant to be, but i really regret not telling you i loved you sooner”

yamaguchi took his final breath as he felt all weight lift off his body. he finally said it. he knew that he didn’t need to hear the same harsh words tsukishima spit at every other person who confessed to him. he was fine with ending it at that.

tsukishima stared expressionless at the lifeless body on the bed. what went wrong? how could he not pick up on the hints yamaguchi gave him. the cake? the stares? his love? for once he showed an emotion other than anger.

tears welled up in his eyes. he felt sick to his stomach. tsukishima coughed.

“a pink carnation?”

if there was one thing he knew about hanahaki the was that fated partners coughed out the same flower.

oh how he wished he could take back everything he said that day. tell yamaguchi to stay and say what was on his mind. tell yamaguchi he loved him. tell straight to his face that yes he felt the same way too. but what could he do now. it was all karma coming back at him. all he could wish for was to meet yamaguchi again and tell him “i love you.”

the two lonely figures lay still in the ice cold hospital room. the uncomfortable silence should have been filled with yamaguchi’s laugh and tsukishima’s rebuttals. but the only sound was the dreaded *beep* of the monitor.

he was gone.