#Kōtarō Bokuto x fem!reader

[honeesucker]

Catching your childhood friend masturbating in the Fukurōdani Academy bathroom during your reunion turns into a marathon you couldn’t have trained for...

Kōtarō Bokuto x Fem!Reader

 Content: all smut, no story.

"Ngh.. nhgg.. f-fuck-"

Bokuto groans while running his large hand up and down the hardened length of his veiny cock, locked in a bathroom stall in his school. He can't help himself when after a few years his feelings for you are still as strong as they were back in high school and seeing you in that black dress hugging the expanse of your body in every place he’s dreamed of kissing... well, he couldn’t help himself.

You had followed after him, noticing him running out of the auditorium at a break-neck speed, and seeing him avoiding all of his friends (and you) made you worry... it was when you heard some strange noises from the boy’s bathroom that you started to think he was crying. Too worried about Bokuto to care about walking into the men's room, you pushed open the door to realize the whimpering sounds you thought you heard wasn’t someone crying... but someone moaning. 

More specifically... moaning your name.

You know you should turn around, leaving him to his private moment... but the familiar sound of Bokuto’s voice heavy with lust and saying your name so sweetly... you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity handed to you on a silver platter. You softly closed the door behind you, and walked as silently as you could to the large end stall, hearing the lewd squelching sounds of him fisting his cock, the image in your mind sending jolts of desire straight to your core as you noticed the stall wasn’t fully closed... he must’ve been in such a hurry he didn’t notice it not lock behind him... and with a shaky hand you pushed open the stall door to see Bokuto with his black button-up shirt buttoned down to the start of his abs, his black slacks and belt undone and around his ankles as a sheen of sweat covered his skin, tears welling unshed in his eyes as he froze, his hand seizing the middle of his large cock as he slowly looked up at you, looking at him. Panic rose in Bokuto’s chest, you could see the moment he almost took his hand off himself, almost started apologizing, crying, begging... but you put a hand up, a gentle look on your face that held him back from speaking.

“Kō...” You say softly, opting to walk into the stall and lock it behind you this time. Bokuto hasn’t moved an inch, his chest heaving from his earlier exertion as he stared up at you wide-eyed. “D-Did... you say my name earlier?”

Bokuto couldn’t answer you, his throat dry and constricting as he tried to swallow his nerves, so he only nodded quickly. A soft, throaty ‘sorry’ leaving him as his tongue swiped across his lips. You take an experimental step forward, looking for any hesitation or lack of desire from him but finding none... you end up directly in front of him as you lean down slightly where he’s seated on a closed toilet, and grasp the spongy head of his cock as his body jolts up and he lets out a strangled moan.

“Do you wanna tell me what you were wanting to do with me?” You ask softly and the question makes Bokuto’s adam’s apple bob harshly as he swallows, nodding slowly as you rub your thumb along the underside of his cockhead, coming up to snag the leaking precum and swirling it as he shudders and sucks in a quick breath beneath you. “Tell me, please...”

“I was...” Bokuto started, weighing his options to tell you or not, worried over your reaction... soon realizing he may not have anything to worry about considering your hand was on his cock alongside his as he slowly started to move his hand back up and down his length. “I was thinking about lifting that dress up over the curve of your ass, bending you over the punch table and fucking you in front of everyone at the reunion.” Bokuto’s words shock you momentarily, but soon you’re smiling down at him, a soft whine leaving him as your hand leaves him, too... but his eyes widen with anticipation as he sees you lift your dress, revealing your glistening folds. He lets out a low growl, as you showed him the way your pussy swallows the black lace thong you were wearing... his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reached forward now with the hand not fisting his cock, gripping into the plush flesh of your hip as he pulled you in between his knees. “Oh... my god...” He breathed, gripping your hip as squeezing with a near-bruising force as he bit his bottom lip, one hand on you, the other pumping his cock more and more.

“Well, as exciting as your fantasy is, Kō... will you settle for bending me over the sink? We can lock the bathro-!” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Bokuto was on you, standing up and cupping your face with both of his hands as he kissed you hungrily. He slowly pulled you back with him as he seated himself down on the toilet again, pulling you into his lap as you stood above his cock, poised to plunge into your dripping hole... and with a small nod of approval from you and your help lowing yourself down onto his cock as the large head spread you open, pushing into your body you heard him groan, throwing his head back against the cool tile behind him.

"Mmm, fuck..." he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you down further onto him. "You feel so fucking good... You can take all of me, can't you?" He begins to thrust his hips upward, meeting your movements with matched intensity. The sound of your moans fills the small bathroom as you both find a rhythm, his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside you. 

“God, Kō... you’re huge... never felt so full before... ah!” Bokuto couldn’t help himself, loving the way you moan and whimper as he thrusts up into you...  groaning with each forceful thrust, relishing in the tight grip of your pussy around his thick, pulsating cock. His hips move with a primal rhythm, pounding into you relentlessly while his hands grip your waist possessively.  

"F-Fuck," he growls, his voice dripping with lust. "I want you to feel every inch of me, stretching you, claiming you as mine. You're taking me so well." Bokuto says before he leans in, biting down on your neck, leaving a mark of his possession as his pace quickens even more, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. The bathroom walls reverberate with the sounds of your bodies colliding and the lewd squelches of your wet connection. Bokuto is so lost in the moment with you as a mix of pleasure and possessiveness fills him... hearing your soft, needy moans and feeling your pussy clenching around him. He takes hold of your hips tightly, keeping you in place as he continues to thrust into you with unrelenting force.

With each thrust, he drives himself deeper into you, the sensation of your tight walls gripping him sending waves of ecstasy through his body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the small bathroom as he picks up the pace, his hips colliding with your ass with increasing force. Bokuto keeps one hand secure on your hip, the other reaching down to find your throbbing clit. His touch is possessive, hungry; his fingers roughly rubbing quick circles against your sensitive nub, intensifying the pleasure and building your orgasm to new heights. He increases the tempo and depth of his thrusts, pounding into your pussy with an almost primal need. His fingers continue to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in a relentless rhythm, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it," his voice is a deep growl, not unlike the delicious groans he lets out as he spikes a ball during one of his matches... "Let go for me. Cum on my cock."

“G-God... Kō , m’gonna cum...!” You cry out as he continues his assault on your body, his cock pounding into your core and his fingers driving you wild with pleasure as he continues his assault on your sensitive clit. The pressure builds inside you, the orgasm threatening to consume you entirely. And when it finally hits, it hits hard. You scream out Bokuto’s name as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body convulsing in ecstasy. The tight grip of your pussy sends Bokuto over the edge as well, his own orgasm ripping through him. He groans loudly, his cock pulsating as he spills his hot load deep inside you. Breathing heavily, he keeps his grip on your hips, holding you close as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through both of your bodies. The sounds of your heavy breathing fill the bathroom, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Breathing heavily, he rests against you for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The pleasure slowly subsides, and he gazes at you with a mix of confusion and adoration.

“We... really just did that...” Bokuto said, sounding a little dumbfounded. “It happened?”

“It happened,” you smiled down at him as you stayed perched in his lap, his softening cock growing hard again buried in your pussy. You cup his face in your hands and lean down to kiss him softly. “It can happen again, if you want...”

[mayumiiyuu]

Please please do a bokuto smut 🙏🏻🥰

a/n: no bc u have no idea how actually in love I am with this man

18+ Content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

timeskip!bokuto x reader

warnings: size kink, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, defos not proofread haha

Bokuto Koutarou is just so big—in every sense of the word. His personality is big, he’s constantly in the spotlight, fans adore his bright and engaging persona, just so irresistible in the way he’s basically sunshine incarnate. He towers over you too, his hands are almost twice your size, something you discovered when you did the cutesy little flirting technique when you first started dating by measuring both your hands; his physique is something many people desire or envy.

Though of course, there was always something more to Bokuto. He’s supportive, endlessly and excitably so, he takes care of you like no one else does, he treats you so well.

But god—was it easy to love him for his size, especially now with him balls deep inside your weeping cunt.

“fuck, baby, look at you, taking me so fucking well.”

He says as he places a hand atop your lower stomach, a bulge forming from his absolutely massive size. You can’t count how many times you’ve already cummed from his prep on you alone, fishing around his tongue and fingers as he prepped your tight hole for his massive fucking cock.

Bokuto is easily excitable, sex with you is no exception, so just as he bottomed out inside you, he spared no time ruining your sloppy pussy with each thrust. Suddenly, you feel yourself being flipped around and hoisted up, so that Bokuto’s hands gripped the back of your knees as you sat on his lap, pistoning in and out of you with rapid speed. You felt drool slip out of your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock practically kiss your cervix in this new position.

“this okay, baby? god—fuck—so pretty for me, so fucking good to me, letting me do whatever I want—shit!”

Another thing to love about him is simply how strong he is; years of training did him well, his body sculpted and arms defined from all those endless practices that had busied him for a long time. In fact, he had just come home from practice that day, and missed you terribly—determined to show you just how much he did. The conscious part of your mind marveled at how strong he actually was with how he was fucking you with reckless abandon in a full Nelson, no less, legs folded so that nothing could obscure him from fucking up into you; while the other bit that was lost in the pleasure he was giving you begged for him to make you cum again.

“h-hah—Kou! s’deep, daddy, so fucking deep inside me.”

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror across from the bed you were currently fucking like rabbits on, the fucked out look on your face, your hooded eyes, made you feel somewhat embarrassed from how much of a slut you really were for this man—but this embarrassment was quickly washed away as you looked down to see his thighs flex with every motion, the veins on his hands more prominent now as he gripped you roughly. he looks up for a moment, and catches your eyes through the mirror, which made you quickly avert your gaze.

he smirks, hoisting you up and closer to him so that your back was pressed flush against his chest. “oh, don’t go all shy on me now, princess. tell daddy how good you’re feeling.” with that, he thrusts up especially brutally into you, earning a loud moan from your mouth.

“s’good, daddy! such..hah..such a fucking slut for your cock daddy, s’all for you.”

he chuckles breathlessly before you feel yourself practically being thrown off him and onto your back on the bed, before he plunges his thick cock back into your cunt, hoisting your legs up on his shoulders as he presses his lips against your chest, sucking harshly at the tender skin.

“good girl. gonna be good for me and let me fill up this pussy with my cum, huh?”

[xfgpng]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 —

— : [ nsfw ] infidelity, fluff, fingering, cunnilingus, size kink, unprotected sex, pet names, mutual pining (not really angsty) + breeding kink

— : wc : 674

it was so wrong the way he made you feel. your body had tingles all over, goosebumps rising along the inside of your thighs and your arms. you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel guilty because he was willing and ready to make you feel good.

better than he could ever make you feel. you were certain your boyfriend, his best friend, didn’t even care about you during sex. he seemed more interested in getting his dick wet before he’d pass out and then get up to play his games.

“you always smell so good baby” bokuto groans, kissing your clit before sucking on it. he always did this when he was between your legs, ready to give you anything and everything you asked for.

“hurry” you pout, feeling frustrated from not being able to see him all week. you needed him so badly but he always loved to appreciate every part of your body.

“i know baby, let me have this yeah?” he grins, licking his lips as his eyes roam your bare body. he loved how beautiful you looked laid out on his sheets. “god, your body is so beautiful”

you try to cover your face, feeling overwhelmed but he grabs your wrist.

“don’t hide baby, let me see your pretty face” bokuto smiles, “don’t you wanna see me when i fuck you?”

he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, ring and middle finger slipping inside you easily. your body feels on fire, legs shaking from the intensity of his rhythm. he moves his fingers fast, enjoying how fast you’re approaching your high.

he loves watching you. you take it so well every time and he never feels bad about wanting you in anyway he can have you.

he leans down to kiss your pussy again, tongue flat against your slit as he eats you out. he loves the taste of your pussy.

he takes your hand and places it in his hair, silently encouraging you to grip. you pull a little harder than he anticipated but he moans, sucking onto your clit once more as you ride his face.

“that’s it baby, cum on my tongue” he groans, his tongue joining his fingers.

you moan was louder, legs shaking and threatening to close around his head if it wasn’t for his broad shoulders. he was just so big and it always turned you on to see how easily he could manhandle you.

he grins, lips and chin shining with your cum and you pout, once again trying to hide your face behind your hands.

“ready sweet thing?” he spreads your legs and he rubs his cock through your folds. he was so big and veiny, always stretching you out to your limit and you loved it. you could feel him in your stomach for days.

“no condom” you say when he goes to get one, “please, need to feel you”

he could cum right there. he knows you’ve never let your boyfriend fuck you raw and he’d complain about it to their friend group. bokuto didn’t like the way he disrespected you and it’s why he was ready to please you whenever you wanted.

the first thrust is always slow and gentle. saying he was big was an understatement and he would never hurt you in a way you didn’t like or ask for. your pussy felt so soft and velvety, so wet from how turned on you were and it took everything in him not to cum just from bottoming out.

“fuck ko” you moan, high and needy and he snaps, gripping your waist hard enough to hurt as he picks up a steady and fast pace. he knows you like when he’s gentle but your favourite was always like this. when he fucked you like he didn’t care for you.

like you were nothing but a toy, little cock slut who would happily open up her legs for him even when you had a stupid boyfriend.

“gonna breed you” he bites your jaw, “you’ll feel me for days”

[forusomimiya]

@sigma-himbokuto ship & prompt: “You look so good like this” w/ Kotaro Bokuto ˚₊˚✧🦉✧˖°🌾

Bokuto is one of those guys you shouldn't play with, much less in public. A work dinner where his composure should be optimal, despite the fact that several of his teammates played the hooligan during dinner. You couldn't expect less from you, especially if Bokuto was sitting in front of you.

Your foot hit his ankle in an attempt to get his attention. He looked at you sideways, still laughing the grace to one of his companions, probably Atsumu. You didn't separate your gaze from him, not even to see that no one around would be looking. You went up his calf, again, and again, and one last time. You saw how his Adam's apple jumped up in his throat when he swallowed saliva from nervousness. You almost had it.

You squirmed in your seat, supposedly to find a better position, but in truth to reach his crotch. What a surprise when he opened his legs to welcome you. You checked around before undoing your heel, and go back again to his legs, finally resting your foot on the bulge of his cock and wiggling your toes over it and into his balls.

Bokuto wasn't easy to catch, of course not. He always had a reason to excuse himself to the bathroom and have a quick wank to get his erection down before returning to the table.

Now yep, you were going to pay for it, you were going to pay very well.

*slap*

"How many times have I told you not to provoke me in front of the team?"

*slap*

“How many?”

“Bokuto…”

*slap*

“Say it”

“Mm-many times”

"And why do you keep on doing that? Do you want everyone to see what a slut you are?" Each slap hurt more than the last, but your tears were no longer of pain, but of desperation. "Well, just look how red your pussy gets every time I spank you”

Yes, you couldn't take any more. Fifteen long minutes of non-stop spanking, and with each one, Bokuto's cock bounced with amusement under his tailored suit trousers.

"God... you look so good like this... so dirty, humping my leg like a desperate whore" the grip on your hips and a quick change of position had you sitting on his lap, your face red with embarrassment and your breath hitching in excitement. "Let's torture you some more, my love. Let's see how long you can last without cumming a single fucking time on my cock”

[moonswolfie]

Smart cookie

Bokuto x quiet!bookworm!reader

(reader is fem)

reviving this old ass draft lmao, this is a fun opposites attract idea i had a while ago, I got a few new ideas for it thanks to @kairismess so here we are

"Bokuto-san, where are you headed?" Akaashi called out when he noticed that Bokuto was heading in a different direction than usual.

"Oh, I'm going to the library!" Bokuto replied cheerfully.

"Oh, well, make sure to- Wait... you're going where?" The entire Fukurodani team had to do a double take, Akaashi asking again.

"The library!" Bokuto repeated loudly, putting his hands on his hips.

"Bokuto. Please tell us if something dark is happening in your life. You know we're here for you." Konoha placed his hand on Bokuto's shoulder, looking at him with a grim expression.

"Uhh, sure? Why are you telling me this now?" Bokuto seemed confused, but appreciated the compassion nonetheless.

"And why do all of you look so scared right now, anyways?" he looked behind Konoha to find the entire team looking concerned and scared.

"It's... nothing. Have... fun." Akaashi smiled, clearly forced.

"...If you say so..." Bokuto turned around and continued walking to the library, despite still being confused and concerned for his teammates.

And there you were. The apple of his eye. Reading a book at the same spot you always read at. You're one of his classmates, but it almost seems like you're strangers. You've never talked before and you don't talk much in general, anyways.

He had to hold back from immediately approaching you, something the managers advised him he shouldn't do with girls. He doesn't know why, but the managers would know better than him since they're girls, right?

So, he picked out a random book and decided to subtly watch you from afar. Unfortunately for him, nothing about him is subtle.

He sat down with the book, pretending to read it while he stole glances at you. "See, I'm smart too! I like books too!" he thought, hoping you would notice him. And you did. His smile brightened with each step you took towards him.

"It's upside down." you pointed to something in his direction.

"Huh?" he looked around, clearly troubled and not understanding what you mean. He got a bit distracted with how pretty your voice sounds, after all.

"Your book. It's upside down." you reiterated, pointing more clearly at the book in his hands.

"Oh... Oh!! Hahaha, oops!" He quickly flipped the book over, smiling at you but dying of embarrasment on the inside. Well, atleast it got you to talk to him!

You sighed slightly, turning back to return to reading and his heart almost sank. He can't let this opportunity go to waste! He finally broke the ice between him and the girl of his dreams!

"Wait! Ah, I mean... wait." He switched his tone over to a whisper when he saw your scowl, only now realising he should be quiet in the library.

"Ummm, we should really... talk more." Bokuto had trouble thinking of things to say. Especially when he doesn't know a single thing about you besides the fact that you like reading which he clearly isn't too versed in.

"Uh, sure. I'll see you tommorow." You replied simply, now actually going back to your spot and continuing to read.

"I meant now..." he mumbled under his breath. Still, this is a GREAT sign. An amazing sign!

"Hehehe, my plan worked..."

[iiomanii]

𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑,* w/ bokuto

SMUT ~ 16+, choking, hair pulling, teasing, groping, face grabbing, use of the name sir, penetration, dirty talk, degradation but really sweet. perverted reader, oral f! receiving, fingering, overstimulation, begging, names like princess and baby, reader gets dick drunk, missionary, doggy style, this is really some twitter shit.

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As you stare at the man manspreading in the chair next to yours, you start thinking about the relentless things you want him to do to you. Wishing that every naughty thought, every wet dream, and every single fantasy you had about him came true. 

You´re so perverted thinking about your best friend pounding into you while he´s sitting right there next to you watching tv not knowing that you think about this. Your breath starts to get a little heavy as you continue to have these sinful thoughts about him, your childhood best friend, they're so dirty as you continue to think about this the thoughts start to feel real you´re soaked thinking about the possibilities that maybe, possibly you can actually do him this one time. You´re visualizing your best friend of  10 years fucking you dumb, and your soaked thinking about it, you´re sick.

Another sinful thought after the other, what he looks like shirtless, sweating over you, his gray hair sticking to his forehead, his toned hips pounding into your cunt relentlessly. 

¨Hey, snap out of it y/n¨ Bo says waving his hand in front of your face. ¨You okay?¨ he asks genuinely concerned ¨Yea, I'm fine just thinking¨ you say fiddling with your fingers ¨You only do that when your nervous what ´ya thinking about¨ he says leaning over to you. ¨You¨ you sigh. He looks at you confused ¨Me?¨ you nod feeling the tears swell in your eyes. ¨Don´t cry¨ he says smiling, you put your head down regretting your choice but you feel his hand under your chin ¨Look at me¨  he says ¨I knew you had a crush on me, trust me it was very noticeable¨  he looks at you ¨But- Bo you don't see me that way¨  he interrupts you ¨Who said I didn´t¨. You look at him his golden eye dragging you in. 

Next thing you know your lips are planted together as he´s grasping at the thin tank top you decided to wear today ¨Take it off¨ he says pulling away from the heated kiss ¨But-¨ you stutter ¨Take. It. Off¨ he cuts you off with his stern reply ¨Yes, SIr¨ you reply following his task ¨Such a slut¨ he says as his eye become drunk with lust. 

He kisses you again before dragging his lips down to your neck sucking and kissing on the spot that makes you weak ¨mmhm¨ he says reacting to your mewls as he continues leaving marks on your neck. He looks at you as he maneuvers his hand on the biker shorts you had on as he breaks the bands his fingers hovering over the place you want him to touch the most ¨please¨ you mutter looking at his lust-filled eyes ¨Beg¨ he says flat out ¨Won´t do it ´less you beg okay princess?¨  you do ¨Please-¨ you mewl out as he teases you, his fingers laying lightly up and down above your panties ¨Please what?¨ ¨Please sir¨ you say not thinking just knowing that you want him. 

He slides down the semi-restrictive shorts you had on with his free hand, you're exposed only in your panties and nothing else while he has everything on, you decided to grasp at his shirt and he obliges taking the white t-shirt that he had on off. Ḧe puts his hand back but this side inside of the mere thing covering you. He puts his fingers directly onto your pussy exploring your wet place. ¨What were you thinking about to get you this wet huh¨ he says rubbing your clit and watching your reaction, ¨ This¨ you say as he plunges his fingers into your cunt making you tightly grip the couch arm. He continues to fuck your cunny with his fingers ¨Dumb slut, I´m just giving you my fingers and you´re already about to cum¨ he says going faster with his fingers as he lowers himself to where his face is leveled with your pussy. You look at him as he removes his fingers and puts his mouth onto you licking and sucking, ¨Just grind on my mouth¨ he muffles and you listen grinding against his mouth as he licks in circles. ¨Please gonn´ cum¨ you say gripping onto his gray locs ¨mmhm¨  he says smiling ¨Go ahead¨ he says as you release what was being built up for so long. “I want to put my dick in you” he says pulling away from your spot his mouth wet with your slick. “Please, sir” as you interrupted my him pulling your legs “I’ll be careful” he says pressing your thighs against your stomach as he slowly pulls off his pants his dick popping out of his covering it; it’s pretty light pink tip with viens adorning the sides, it’s also girthy and slight curves to the left. 

He gently rubs his tip over the your clit making eye contact “you’re so pretty baby” as he gently start to put it in stroking slowly into you “Look at me” he says wrapping his hands over the bottom of yout thigh to keep his stability, You’re a wreck, moaning gripping at his forearm making eye contact with him looking into his eyes as you finally got what you wanted “f-faster” you say as he starts to pick up the pace lewd noises coming from his balls slapping against you ass “fuck” he mutters as he picks up the place going faster, the noises getting louder as he starts to hit your g-spot “right there please dont stop” as you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, thoughts leaving your head, nothing but the pleasure of him fucking you as you start to grip at his hips. He stops and pulls out and flips you around as you arch your back you feel a tight grip at your hair as he yanks it and makes you look at him as he continues. He smacks your ass continuing to pound into your spot as you feel a ball of pleasure start to form in your stomach “You’re about to cum, can feel you clenching” he speaks through his grunts and the lewd noises you two are producing. 

“Uh-huh” he says acknowledging the noises your making for him, “I’m cumming” as you feel yourself release all over him “Oh my god” you say as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm “You made a mess” he says “I’m about to cum princess” He says “Cum ‘n me” you say and he obliges burying his dick balls deep into your cunt as you feel the hotness release into your cunt. He pulls out and fix his pants, leaving his shirt off as he helps you fix yourself, kissing you again “You did so good” he says turning the lights off and cuddling next to you.

[taytak3syou]

IN LOVE WITH YOUR...

→ Bokuto, Kuroo, Daichi, Kenma, Sugawara

→ nsfw content, F!reader, thigh squeezing, neck bites/kisses, stomach bulge, tit squeezing, getting flustered

˗ˏˋBOKUTOˎˊ˗

↳ Bokuto is absolutely obsessed with your thighs. He feels like he can’t function without feeling them at least once a day. He always loves touching them whenever he can. No matter where you two go he always has to sit next to you to touch your thighs.

↳ He loves when you wear short skirts of short dresses. He always drags his hand along your thighs, kneading them after you two have had sex and he loves the grunts and moans that fall from your soft lips.

「๑°KUROO°๑」

↳ Kuroo loves your lips and how plump they are. He loves dragging his thumb across your bottom lip when you two are making out. He loves how you kiss him tiredly in the morning before he leaves for work, and how you kiss him passionately as soon as he walks through the door after a long day of work.

↳ He loves your lips on your face, and your lips down there as well. He loves running his long fingers in between them and giving your clit soft kisses and hearing your pants, moans, and whimpers. Only turning him on more.

°•.DAICHI.•°

↳ Daichi loves your stomach. He loves laying on it when you two watch movies or just relax with each other. He always blows on it, making you laugh and push him away, and he absolutely loves your laugh so he always does it.

↳ He always holds one of your hands at the bottom of your stomach when he’s fucking you so you can feel the large bulge go in and out of you. You always whimper when you look at where you two connect, and where he ends. And he finds it so hot.

✩:◦•KENMA•:◦✩

↳ Kenma loves your boobs. He always gets flustered by the sight of them. You always hugged him, pressing your boobs against his chest and he always got a red face. He always steels glances at them and you find it so cute how he always looks shocked when you ask him if he wants to touch them.

↳ You always place his hand on your boob during sex, telling him it was okay to touch them. And he gladly did so. He pinched and twisted your nipples and squeezed your boobs, eating up the loud moans and whimpers that fall from your lips.

♡⊱SUGA⊰♡

↳ Suga loves kissing your collarbone. He always starts by kissing your neck and then moves down to your collarbone to leave soft kisses and a few bite marks. He’s done it so much to the point where it’s become a sensitive spot, and even the softest kisses make you whimper.

↳ He always leaves bite marks and hickeys on your collarbone because most of your dresses show your collarbone, showing everyone that you had a boyfriend, and your boyfriend had you.

[wifeofnanamikento]

My pretty boy~

Akaashi x fem!reader

Hi guys, this is my first fic so please give me feedback🥰

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Akaashi was downright obsessed with you.

The way your lips curled down instead of up when you smiled

The way your eyes crinkle at the edges when you laugh

The singular dimple you had on the left side

The way you placed your hand on his shoulder when you laughed about something he said or did

The way everyone loves you and you love everyone

Your dressing sense

Your body

Your eyes

Your smile

Everything

He was just; obsessed.

So when you called him pretty, he almost had a heart attack

You, the gorgeous angel, called him pretty?

His ears couldn’t believe what they were hearing

“You’re so pretty babe” you gush over him as a blush dances across Akaashi’s cheeks

“Then you’re handsome”

You snort at his lame joke as he watches you laugh your ass off with a small, lovesick, smile on his face.

You both were just laying in bed, playing with each others fingers as you snuggled upto him.

Akaashi didn’t know what came over him, but he suddenly turned, facing you and dug his head into the crook of your neck. He whispered-

“I love you, angel~”

That was the first time he said that.

Did you feel the same way?

Are you revolted by him?

The poor baby started overthinking

“I love you too, pretty boy”

You respond softly, your fingers running through his slightly messy black hair.

Akaashi looked up at you with so much love in his eyes that you thought he would outright propose right then and there.

You hug him tighter, his head softly laying on your chest and his arms wrapping around your waist, as you both fall asleep, happy in each others arms.

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That’s it!

I hope you guys kinda liked it and please tel me if there’s anything I can improve on, I’m literally a novice writer😭

Ok bye~

[ineedhaikyu]

Precious Memories- Bokuto x fem! Reader

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Summary: As another school year came to an end, (Y/N) reminisces the moment where she became best friends with Bokuto and how he opened her eyes to the world of volleyball.

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF!! I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF LOL

A/N: My first Haikyu x reader fic. I’m an Asahi girl but my sister practically begged for this. She loves Bokuto so much so I decided why not. Hope you enjoy reading! Gif belongs to @reallysaltykou​ 

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“(Y/N)-CHAN!” Bokuto’s happy-go-lucky voice echoed in the gym as he ran up to her. The volleyball-loving boy wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. “We finished our second year! Isn’t that great?”

Leave it to her best friend Bokuto to put a smile on her face. He was always a beam of positivity ever since they were first years. She couldn’t believe that two years had passed by already.

(Y/N) hugged Bokuto back and laughed when he twirled her around in his arms. “It is. I can’t believe we’re going to be in our third year! Oh, by the way, did you get your yearbook?”

“Yep! A lot of people signed it but I made sure to save a spot for my best friend. You guys did a great job! This yearbook is so awesome!”

The girl smiled. “Glad you liked it, Kotaro, but you and the volleyball team made it awesome. You guys made it to Nationals after all. It’s why I was able to convince the yearbook editor to let me add a couple of extra pages to show the team’s success in making it to Nationals.”

“Really?! No wonder! You’re so awesome!” Bokuto looked over his shoulder. “Hey, Akaashi! Look! (Y/N) is here!”

Akaashi Keiji. A first-year (now going into his second year) that made up their little trio. Though he was a year younger than her and Bokuto, the calm and composed setter easily found his rhythm in the group.

Because before he came, no one on the volleyball team was able to keep up with Bokuto’s energy and as a result the silver-haired male would often beg her to make sets. At first, (Y/N) refused but when she saw his ‘emo mode’ coming she crumbled at the sight.

So she was forever grateful that someone like Akaashi came into her and Bokuto’s lives. At the very least she can count on Akaashi to be there for Bokuto. He already has the hang of dealing with Bokuto’s mood swings and mentally compiling a list of the ace’s weaknesses.

“Hello (Y/N)-senpai.” The setter greeted her.

“Akaashi, how are you? Bokuto isn’t pushing you too hard, is he?”

“(Y/N)!” Bokuto squawked. “I would never!”

Akaashi couldn’t help but smirk a little. “I’m doing well, thank you. Also congratulations on finishing your second year.”

“Ah, thanks and congrats on being a first-year in Nationals. I made sure to mention that fact in the yearbook.”

“Really?” The setter didn’t have the time to review the yearbook so this took him by surprise. “You didn’t have to.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “Of course I do. Your skills were amazing. Aren’t they, Bokuto?”

Bokuto nodded. “Your sets are the best, Akaashi. My spikes were so easy to make! The other team didn’t have a chance!”

“See?” She brought her yearbook out and showed him the page dedicated to the boys volleyball team. “I made sure to get good shots of you and Bokuto together.”

After signing each other’s yearbook, the boys continued to look at the yearbook and offered their praises. While she accepted their compliments with a smile, (Y/N) couldn’t help but recall the time she first met the ace for the first time.

Flashback

Freshly enrolled at Fukurodani Academy, a first-year (Y/N) immediately applied to become a member of the photography club from which she learned that members of the photography club are also in charge of the yearbook. It wasn’t long when the yearbook editor gave her first assignment:

Shadowing the Fukurodani’s Boys Volleyball Team.

At the time, (Y/N) didn’t realize how desirable her spot was until many of her senpais offered their congratulations and her fellow classmates expressed how ‘lucky’ she was to get this assignment. Why was she ‘lucky’? Obviously, she played the sport back in middle school as part of PE class. She knew the basics. So why? What was so special about volleyball? It was just a game.

That all changed when (Y/N) went to her first official game. Never had she clicked the shutter button so many times before. She lost count on the amount of times she went from anxious to excited throughout the three sets against another Tokyo powerhouse school. Of course, she wanted her school to win. She had pride after all.

It wasn’t until her hopes of winning were dashed when a third-year regular injured himself at the final set. Oh well… Better luck next time. She focused her camera lens on the person who was subbing in. She didn’t have to look at the roster to recognize him.

Bokuto Kotaro

He was a first-year just like her, not in the same class as her but she had to be completely oblivious to the loud, overly friendly, and playful guy who can go from happy one minute to a sad boy in the next.

(Y/N) zoomed her camera to focus on him and she was taken aback by the lack of nervousness on his face. Instead, his golden eyes shined with excitement with a wide smile to match.

For some reason she couldn’t explain, (Y/N) decided this next shot was the one. No, that’s not right. She knew why. The momentum, the atmosphere, the tension, the hunger for victory… Everything was riding on Bokuto to make the point to secure their win.

She had to capture this moment!

At the sound of the whistle, (Y/N) wasted no time in pressing the shutter button repeatedly, hoping that one of these photos could work. With one last click from her camera, she watched the course of the volleyball with new found anticipation.

She squeezed her camera as the opponent pulled off a shaky receive. She bit her lip as the other team’s setter set the ball for their team’s ace. She refrained herself from letting out an excited squeal when Fukurodani was able to soft block it.

From the middle blocker’s block, the libero pulled off a receive. From the libero’s receive, the setter was able to set.

“LEFT! LEFT!”

By muscle memory, (Y/N) brought her camera into the perfect position just in time to capture this moment. Her finger pressed the shutter button at the same time Bokuto’s hand slammed the ball with brute force. The volleyball bounced off the hardwood floor of the gym before soaring into the audience. For about five seconds, the gym was void of any sound until-

“ALRIGHT!” Bokuto raised both of his fists into the air. His smile was even wider than before. “HEY! HEY! HEY!”

The audience cheered with him. The sounds of applause and whistles filled the air along with the praises from the Fukurodani players directed to the person who secured victory.

With one last click of her camera, (Y/N) smiled at the scene before her. Bokuto looked so happy amongst his teammates. It wasn’t until a gentle nudge on her arm brought her out of her trance. (Y/N) looked up to see her senpai that accompanied her to the match.

The older girl held out a tissue. “You're crying, (Y/N)-san.”

“I am?” True enough, there were tears slowly escaping from the corner of her eyes. How long were those tears there? How did she not notice? A bit embarrassed, (Y/N) accepted the tissue. “Thank you senpai.”

“How do you like volleyball now?” The third-year asked her underclassman, knowing she wasn’t a huge fan of the sport. “Any change of opinion?”

(Y/N) fiddled with her camera’s neck strap. She took a quick peek at Fukurodani’s players, specifically Bokuto, before answering, “I think…”

The upperclassman strained her ears to hear the shy girl’s answer.

(Y/N) smiled genuinely. “I think I can get into it.”

The glint in her (E/C) showed determination only strengthened her answer and honestly it was a relief for the older girl. She can pass on the torch into (Y/N)’s hands knowing the girl will do her best to capture these moments. The senpai smiled down at her kohai. She remembered the first time going to a volleyball match. She’ll never forget this feeling and she hoped that (Y/N) wouldn’t either. This was her last year documenting the volleyball team, but it was only the beginning for (Y/N).

“Remember this, (Y/N)-san.”

“Yes, senpai?”

“Never let these moments be forgotten because one day these photographs may become something precious to someone.”

“Hai.”

“Alright. Let’s go. I’ll treat you to some ramen!”

As they were leaving the gym, (Y/N) inspected all of her pictures and stopped at a particular one. It was of Bokuto during his jump serve. She smiled once more as she replayed the memory.

Maybe volleyball wasn’t just a game. Maybe she was lucky after all.

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The next day was a normal school day at Fukurodani Academy. It was lunch time and (Y/N) was waiting for a certain silver-haired individual to be left alone. However, that wasn’t going to be the case. Ever since he scored the winning point, his popularity soared to greater heights and as a result he was surrounded by his friends and new admirers.

(Y/N) held her portfolio folder tighter. She printed the pictures from yesterday’s game and she thought it was only right for Bokuto to see them before anyone else. Obviously, in private. She would be so embarrassed if everyone saw her photos at once… Which, of course, didn’t make sense. Photos are meant to be looked at. She was just not confident enough. What if he didn’t like them? What if he calls her photos trash? Oh, god. What if he doesn’t like having his picture take-

“Hey, hey, hey! You’re the camera girl, right?”

The girl jumped when she saw the Kotaro Bokuto right next to her. His gray blazer was unbuttoned, his white collared shirt was completely untucked, and his blue/white striped tie was loosely tied. (Y/N) wondered if this was intentional or if he just didn’t care about the school’s dress code. She could only imagine the former.

“Oh, um, yeah. I'm camera girl?” She bowed and introduced herself. “My name is (L/N) (Y/N). I’m in Class 1-5. It’s nice to meet you.”

Bokuto could mentally hear his mother and older sisters telling him that he has to act properly with a girl. “Bokuto Kotaro. Nice to meet you too, (L/N)-chan. So did you get some great shots yesterday?”

“I did,” (Y/N) caressed her folder with her thumb and softly smiled as she felt excitement course through her veins. “I never thought volleyball could get so exciting.”

This of course brought the boy’s attention. “Are you serious?!”

(Y/N) faltered a bit at his sudden loudness. She wasn’t used to his extrovert personality and the proof was evident when everyone in the hallway carried on as normal, ignoring the two first-years.

“Please tell me that it was your first time watching a volleyball match!”

“Uh… No?” (Y/N) averted her gaze to the ground. “I’ve seen volleyball on TV but it never really caught my interest. I usually change the channel when it’s on. Never really liked it during middle school either…”

It was as if each word that came out of her mouth was a dagger and each dagger was perfectly aimed at his heart. He could feel his hair deflate as he pouted deeper and deeper. He wanted to cry. Hide in a small, dark area where no one would find him and cry.

(Y/N) looked back at the boy in front of her and she could feel her heart fall from her chest to her stomach. This must be Bokuto’s ‘emo mode’ she heard so much about.

“B-Bokuto-san? Please don’t be sad.”

“I can’t,” His voice sounded so hollow and his eyes lost their shine. “What you just said was the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Not wanting to create a scene, (Y/N)’s mind raced to find a solution. “I have some grilled meat left from my bento, you can have it if you want-”

Bokuto visibly perked up at the girl’s offer. “Grilled meat? My favorite!”

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“So,” Bokuto finished eating the last piece of delicious grilled meat and stared at the girl in front of him. They opted to sit in her classroom where it was less occupied. “Why do you hate volleyball?”

“Huh?” (Y/N) furrowed her brows at his question. “I never said I hated it.”

“But you did!”

She was sure -100% positive- that she never used the word hate and she was just about to point it out when a thought popped into her mind. What if -for Bokuto- the words ‘hate’ and ‘never liked’ meant the same thing to him? So does that mean her ‘normal’ and his ‘normal’ were completely different? Most likely.

“You know maybe that’s for the best.”

“Huh?” Bokuto tilted his head in confusion.

(Y/N) swallowed nervously before placing her portfolio folder on the desk in front of Bokuto. This was it. He’s going to see her work for the first time. With a bit of courage, (Y/N) opened up both literally (as she opened her folder) and figuratively (as this was the start of her friendship with the extrovert).

“I didn’t understand what the hype over volleyball was all about.” Bokuto opened his mouth, ready to defend his beloved sport so (Y/N) quickly continued, “But you changed that.”

“I have?”

(Y/N) nodded excitedly and flipped the pages of her portfolio before stopping at the one picture of the boy himself successfully completing a jump serve.

“Is that…” Bokuto couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was rendered speechless by the image.

“That was the moment,” (Y/N) gazed at the image with such admiration that she no longer felt nervous about sharing her work. “You helped me realize that volleyball isn’t just a game but a battle on the court. The momentum was crazy!”

Bokuto grinned at her words. “I know, right?! What did you think about my serve?”

No longer feeling shy, (Y/N) scooted to the edge of her seat. The smile on her face could match Bokuto’s. “That was amazing! I thought it was game over when your teammate injured himself but you came in and…and… I don’t know. Breathed new life into the game, I guess. It’s hard to explain-”

“No, no, no. I know exactly what you're talking about. It’s the best thing about volleyball. Anything can happen in a split second. When I was subbed in, I felt all eyes on me.”

“Weren’t you nervous?”

“Of course not! It was my chance to prove to everyone I’m here. That’s what Coach Yamiji told me. He told me I was the team’s secret weapon and the other team never expected me to be so awesome. Now, I have a chance to be in the starting line-up in the next match!” Bokuto looked back at the picture of himself, his heart beating rapidly with happiness. “I want to become the best ace this school has ever had!”

(Y/N) felt goosebumps on her skin at Bokuto’s declaration. Was this what confidence does to a person? Could she ever gain such confidence in her skills like Bokuto is with volleyball?

“This is an awesome picture! And this one! That one, too!” Bokuto’s grin never faltered as he flipped through her portfolio. “Wow, you even got me spiking the winning point! You’re amazing!”

Her (E/C) eyes filled with hope. “Y-You like them?”

“Like them? I LOVE THEM!” Bokuto’s confession could be heard from the hallway, causing some students to peer into the classroom. “I’ve never had my picture professionally taken before.”

“P-Professional?” (Y/N) could feel the heat rise from her neck to her face. “Th-They’re not that good, Bokuto-san. I still have a lot to learn.”

Bokuto wasn’t having it. “What are you talking about? These are great! Be more confident in yourself, (L/N)-chan.”

(Y/N) watched as he continued to marvel at her work and she couldn’t help the warm feeling of pride blossom within her. While Bokuto insisted her pictures were top-tier, (Y/N) knew that there was more she had to learn, but for now, she’ll take Bokuto’s words to heart.

“Alright. Then please call me by my first name.” She extended her hand towards him. “I look forward to working with you, future ace. I can’t wait for what you do next.”

Bokuto grinned at her confidence. With both hands, the male shook the girl’s entire arm. “I’ll do my best, (Y/N)-chan. Just you watch. When I become the ace, you're going to be in love with volleyball and it will be thanks to me! Bokuto Kotaro! Hey! Hey! Hey!”

The girl laughed. “When you become the ace, my camera and I will be there.”

Bokuto beamed once more. “Call me Kotaro. I have a feeling we’re going to be best friends.”

“I think so too!”

End of Flashback

(Y/N) chuckled softly at her core memory. Bokuto has kept his word ever since then and in return she has as well. Countless memories were shared between them and even more when Akaashi joined the group.

She was there to celebrate every win. She was there to mourn every loss but during those rare moments (Y/N) has watched Bokuto pick himself up and continue to play his heart out in the next match.

Of course, along the way, (Y/N) has met with other great people from other schools. She never thought she would get the chance to meet the people that make up a powerhouse team. There was Kuroo from Nekoma, Ushijima and Tendo from Shiratorizawa, and even Sakusa from Itachiyama. Along with the rest of their respective teams, it was no wonder they were contenders in the Spring Tournament.

But for some reason, the silver-haired boy was just an inch above the rest. Biased or not, it was Bokuto that introduced her to volleyball and (Y/N) would always be grateful for that.

“I can’t wait for next year!” Bokuto’s loud voice brought her back to reality. “It’s going to be so awesome!” With one hand over her shoulder and the other over Akaashi’s, “Let’s practice my cross shots!”

Both her and Akaashi looked at each other and laughed. Bokuto tilted his head to one side, confused as to why his best friends were laughing. Nonetheless, he laughed with them too.

“Alright,” (Y/N) smiled at her friends. “But first let’s take a picture.”

As (Y/N) took out her phone and Bokuto marveled at the various filters and stickers, Akaashi took a moment to analyze. He knew his seniors were close but he always wondered if there was a possibility that the two could be something more than just friends. And he wasn’t the only one who thought that either -the volleyball team, the managers, even the coaches- all watched from the sidelines whenever Bokuto and (Y/N) interacted with one another, hoping to see a confession.

It was the classic best friends-falling-for-another-but-they’re-both-oblivious scenario and everyone wants to know the ending. They’ve seen how the two of you are to each other. There were so many example to choose from, such as:

If there was an upcoming math test, (Y/N) would give out her notes to help Bokuto out. She would even spend the night at his place to make sure the lessons stuck, making a great impression on his family at the same time.

Bokuto would gladly volunteer to be (Y/N)’s muse in any of her projects, no matter the project’s purpose. As mentioned before, (Y/N) would help set the ball for the ace but she would put her foot down if HOURS have gone by, stating that resting is just as important. She would later treat Bokuto to his favorite meal afterwards.

Before Akaashi, (Y/N) was the only person to bring Bokuto out of his ‘emo mode’. The team knew this early on.

Washio, Sarukai, Konoha, Komi, etc.: Come on Bokuto. It was just a practice match. Don’t beat yourself up.

Bokuto: *pouts and hugs his knees tighter as he hides between the gym mats* I can’t. I was terrible.

Managers: We need (Y/N).

Coach: Someone go get (Y/N)!

Ten minutes later, ✨(Y/N) the savior✨ arrived.

(Y/N): Kotaro, please don’t be sad. It’s called a practice match for a reason. Please don’t beat yourself up. I know you. This isn’t going to stop you from becoming a great ace. We all believe in you.

Bokuto: *visibly perks up, eyes bright, and smiling brightly* You’re right! I will be a great ace. Hey, hey, hey!

And just like that, Bokuto was back to normal.

Washio, Sarukai, Konoha, Komi, etc.: We said the same thing and now he gets hyped up. What’s up with that?

Managers: Don’t question it. It’s different when he hears it from (Y/N).

After that, it was declared that (Y/N) was a member of the volleyball team. Position: Hype-woman.

Bokuto met her parents on an unplanned visit. Her parents were wary of him at first but that soon changed when they noticed how their usual reserved daughter grew more confident. From then on, they welcomed Bokuto.

Every away game the team has to take a bus and surprise surprise Bokuto claimed the seat next to (Y/N). The two of them would play games, tell childhood stories, take silly pictures or just share funny memes on social media. It’s late on the way back home. No one had any trouble sleeping. Akaashi was the first to wake up when the bus finally arrived at its destination. He was just about to wake everyone when he saw a rare sight: a sleeping Bokuto and (Y/N). Her head on his shoulder with his jacket covering her body while Bokuto’s head rested on her own. Akaashi quietly took out his phone and took a picture. And while the jacket covered (Y/N) like a blanket, Akaashi had a sneaking suspicion that the two were holding hands as they slept.

Akaashi would save the picture until he finds the right moment to share it -either graduation or whenever the two finally become a couple. He hoped for the latter.

When the team made it to Nationals, after hugging his team with pride, Bokuto immediately looked for (Y/N) amongst the various photographers in the gym. He easily found her and ran up to her with great speed before hugging her tightly. Neither one of them noticed how the cheers from the Fukurodani audience section grew louder.

“Akaashi!” (Y/N) waved him over, her phone in her hand. “Come on, we’re waiting for you!”

“Ah, sorry.”

“What were you thinking about Akaashi?” Bokuto asked.

“Oh, just some memories.”

(Y/N) gave him an understanding smile. At the same time, the words of her senpai from two years ago ran once more in her mind. “Never let these moments be forgotten because one day these photographs may become something precious to someone.”

“Well, let’s capture this memory while we can.”

“Oh! Let me take the picture. Please, (Y/N)? I won’t disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, Bokuto.”

Bokuto felt his heart skip a beat at her words. Was he getting warm? He felt warm. Oh, he was in the gym. That’s the only reason, right?

With (Y/N) in between the volleyball players, she brought her arms over each of their shoulders. “Ok, smile everybody! Nationals on three! One…”

Akaashi made a peace sign with his hand. Mentally, he prayed to any god up there. That next year was the year a confession will happen. “Two…”

“Three!”

“NATIONALS!”

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And that’s a wrap! Let me know what you think! Next fic will definitely be about the ace-with-the-glass-heart Asahi!!!!

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kinda a continuation of closing chapter but not needed

Bokuto Kōtarō, the great ace of the Japan Olympic team is your first love, your first kiss, and also your ex-husband. After knowing him your whole life you got married when you were nineteen, and after fighting once you came back from the honeymoon, divorced at twenty-two. You both moved out of your shared apartment and now, at twenty-six respectively, you haven't seen him since. 

That is, in person least. You still follow each other on Instagram, he still likes all of your posts, and you’ll watch the highlights from his games. But you don’t talk. And you spend most of the time missing when you do. You wouldn't dare to ask if he felt the same you learned your lesson with him about asking questions you didn't want to know. It’s how he went from husband to ex. 

On the night of the Olympic games, you gather with all of your friends to watch the men's volleyball match. You sit next to Kaori, the former manager of Fukurodani and your lifelong best friend. 

She wraps a blanket around you and you hum in contentment. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You all watch the game together and Japan is doing well, because of course they are, just one look at the lineup, one look at Bokuto, and you know a win is guaranteed. 

Halfway into the fourth set, however, you begin to grow restless, changing your position every other spike. 

“Y/N, I love you, but take a lap before you elbow me in the eye,” Kaori begs and you nod. 

She meant to take a lap around the building, but instead, you go for a drive, a long one. So long that you not only miss the rest of the game, you end up somewhere you don’t recognize. At least, somewhere you haven’t recognized in a while. 

“Do you like it?” Bokuto asked with eager eyes. 

“It’s a playground,” you answered. “And it’s snowing, and I’m cold.”

“It’s our playground, remember? The one we came to on the night of graduation?”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did. If we’re together, I remember everything.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“I’m still co-”

He interrupted you with a kiss and you smiled against his lips. 

“I can keep you warm,” he promised.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

The memory still haunts you, apparently to the point it controls you because at twenty-six you find yourself at that same stupid playground. And by miracle-

“Hey.”

He found you too.

You turn, to see Bokuto in his uniform with his team jacket haphazardly thrown on. 

“Hi?” you say, the surprise in your voice clear as day.

“You’re here.”

“You are too.”

“Yeah….I guess I am.”

Bokuto hops up onto the playscape next to you and momentarily you feel anxious with him so close but quickly, his presence eases you just like it always used to.

“Why?” you wonder. 

He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

You sit in silence for a couple of minutes and look over at his shaking hands, the left one still adoring the tattoo of a  band and your initials on his ring finger. Faded, but still there.

“I watched you tonight,” you confess.

“I was hoping you did.”

You smile and hesitantly, lean your head into the crook of his shoulder. 

“I missed you,” he admits. 

“Yeah, I was hoping you did.”

You don’t regret divorcing Bokuto, you just regret marrying him, so young at least. The problems with your relationship never began until the weight of the rings started to weigh you each, and you couldn’t take how heavy everything became. Even after you separated, the pressure didn’t lift, if anything it got worse. But now, you have never felt lighter and for the first time in a while, you feel like you can breathe again.

“Why did you come here, really?” your curiosity takes over and you lift your head off his shoulder to make eye contact as he answers. 

“It just felt like you called.” Bokuto Kōtarō is the man the world knows as the great ace. You know him as your ex-husband, your first kiss, your first love. The only person you’ve ever loved and ever plan to. The man who’ll always come when you call, even when you don't. Even when it means missing the celebration party with his team after one of the biggest wins of his life. Bokuto, if you’re there, will always come. And you’ll meet in the middle at your spot, somewhere only you know.

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Unrequited Love- Bokuto Kotarou-Imperfect

You told yourself that you didn’t want to fall in love, but god his eyes, his hair, his laugh that fills the room with life and his smile that lightens your world. He is weird and sometimes acts dumb but that what makes him, him. Every time you guys talk he always tries and makes you laugh, which works. He protects you from danger, he helps you with the little things. So unbelievably funny and fun to be around.

He is everything you imagined the perfect boy would be, everything you wanted in a guy was in him, he had what you wanted. But there is no future for you guys. 

How could he fall for someone so imperfect when he is just perfect. How could he fall for a girl with chipped nails, split ends, chapped lips, and just a mess. When there is a girl who was the opposite of you, how could he fall for a girl that was imperfect. 

But you love him and you wanted to be selfish this once and tell him you love him. But you couldn’t let him suffer like that. Being with you was like being with a mess. It was not worth his time. It was better if you guys would stay friends. But could you be happy seeing him with another girl?

Could you be happy if you saw him with another girl laughing? Or are you selfish enough to feel pain, to feel unhappy for him. To wish that the girl was you. 

But then again he was a perfect boy in your book and you were an imperfect girl in the story. A happy ending with him was not your ending.

How could he fall for a girl like you. Girl that stresses over small things. A girl that doesn’t take care of her. A girl that puts everyone before her. A girl that is perfectly imperfect. 

How could a perfect boy fall for such a imperfect girl when there is a perfect girl in front of him.

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Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x Keiji Akaashi x fem!reader x Tetsurō Kuroo x Kenma Kozume

WC: 1.9k

Genre: soulmate au, fluff, slice of life

CW: fem!reader, four soulmates, poly relationship, fluff, very soft and sweet

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When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me, treating me with kindness.

Then we'd live happily ever after, just like in the movies.

However, the hardships that came with being a princess made me think that I could handle them. As it turns out, that's not how life is at all.

Not at all.

Plenty of hardships are thrown at you left and right. and it's all about how well you deal with it.

As I got older, my fantasies became more realistic. I wanted to live a small, easy life with the person I so dearly loved.

A small child or kitten running around, giving us entertainment.

Living out our lives to the fullest and being content with simplicity. We didn't need anything more or anything less.

That's how I've always imagined it.

As it turns out, life does throw things at you, but this one was one of the best hardships I'll ever came to love.

And it all begins at the young age of sixteen. A fresh high school student, worried about what people thought about them.

Their hair, clothes, grades, and sometimes even a boyfriend or girlfriend.

However, most of those thoughts got quickly brushed away. On a person's sixteenth birthday, initials will appear on their dominant wrist.

The absolute heart racing feeling full of wonder of who your special significance other could be.

Maybe it was someone who lives halfway across the world. Maybe someone who goes to the same school as you. Maybe someone you grew up with.

Or maybe someone you just happen to know from the internet.

Whatever it may be, they will be bound to meet. Some people say it's fate. Some say even destiny.

However, I just thought it was a clear misconception for me.

I had my dreams significantly crushed by four initials on my wrist. Oh, how I used to despise them—the hate that fueled through me when I looked at my wrist.

Looking back, it was harsh and childish. Life is unexpected; things happen. However, this one was one that's stuck in my favorites, even if it was the opposite of everything I always wanted.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

The bedroom window was open a bit as the rain fell from the sky. Small devices lit up here and there around the room.

It was an easy night for all of us. Even Kōtarō was quiet, which sparked an interest in me. I was keeping myself busy by reading a book I had been wanting to catch up on.

While also laying on Keiji, who had been next to me reading some other kind of book.

Our beloved Kenma was in the next room over, streaming. The door was slightly ajar, leaving space for the blue rays of light to show on the wall.

I could hear small splashes of water coming from the bathroom. A small, unnoticeable smile gracing my strawberry-colored lips.

No matter how many times I knew water calmed that beautiful boy down, I couldn't get over it.

I had run the bath myself, even adding a few bathroom toys and bubbles, despite it being the late hours of the night. And despite that he was a grown man, we don't in this house.

If I had listened hard enough, I could hear Tetsu downstairs. The soft noise of most likely midnight snacks being made.

It seemed as if we were all content in the house we called home. A shiver ran down my back as I felt the soft breeze come from the window.

The skies were pitch black; if it were a normal night, I'd be on the roof with Tetsu and Keiji. We'd point out the constellations and watch the stars.

It was one of my favorite things to do with them.

If it were later in the afternoon and the sun was slightly straying from the clouds and the rain was soft, Kōtarō would be dancing in the rain with me.

We'd sing our hearts out, then get scolded by our lovely boyfriend, Keiji, who quite possibly seemed like the only sane one in the house.

Besides Kenma half of the time.

The days that it was sunny, and I wished silently that it would rain. Kenma would softly take my hand and lead me to the kitchen.

Even though we both shared the hatred of sunny days, we'd bake something.

Whether it be healthy or not, burnt or just right, muffins or cupcakes. So, our house constantly smells like a bakery. When we wouldn't feel up to baking, a movie was our next best thing.

On hard days when I felt like I really needed something to just get my mind off for a little while, Kuroo was my go-to person.

We'd run to the park and back, putting the stress into exercising. Sometimes, just sitting down with him on a park bench and watching everyone pass by was enough.

However, Keiji was by far the one who comforted me in a strange but loving way. He's the only one I'd talk to. I'd spill all my thoughts to, read a book with, cry to, and observe with.

Being very compatible with each and every one of them made life exciting and, oddly, calming.

"Are you cold? We can shut the window if you'd like." Keiji turned his head toward me, pausing his reading.

"I'll put on a hoodie," I said, shaking my head and loving the smell of rain. However, he knew that that would be my answer.

I'd always wrap up in multiple clothing layers instead of shutting the window.

It was a habit.

I crawled away from him as I watched Keiji place my bookmark in the place I was reading.

Slipping on my pink slippers, I walked out of the room, heading towards the clothing room.

Who knew that living with four other people would bless you with an enormously large house? However, the income we all made could quite possibly also be a reason.

As I walked past Kenma's gaming room, I peered in. My eyes were watching him a bit, I could tell even from when he was turned around that his eyes were glued to the screen.

Knowing Kenma, I knew he wasn't wearing his glasses that protected his eyes. He needed them now more than ever, since it's the late hours of the night.

Backing out, I quickly but quietly moved downstairs. His glasses were on the living room coffee table, if I remembered correctly.

When I was on the first floor, I moved to the living room, where his glasses were. Picking them up, I felt the coldness from how long they've been left alone.

The kitchen light on, curiosity peering through me. I peeked in at the sight of Tetsu sitting on the counter, scrolling on his phone.

He was most likely trying to figure out what we'd be feeling up for to eat after rummaging through our cabinets. God, he could be doing nothing and still look so handsome.

I smiled a little and headed back upstairs. Opening Kenma's door more, I could hear soft grunting from him.

Probably because of a level he was having trouble with.

Setting the glasses close to his keyboard, I leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the temple. He nodded, his cheekbones glowing with a rouge pink shade.

That small peck meant, 'Please don't forget to wear them.' I could always express myself with small things without actually saying them to Kenma and Keiji.

Usually, I'd have to express my thoughts in a verbal way when it came down to Kō and Tetsu. However, I knew not everyone would be an introvert or just a mind reader.

When I left the room, leaving it cracked like before, I saw his game pause and him slip on the clear glasses.

I made my way back to the room, forgetting about the hoodie I needed to get. When I entered, I saw Kōtarō curled up against Keiji.

His hair was slightly dripping wet, making me cringe a bit.

I spotted his towel, which he had brought back with him instead of hanging up in the bathroom. I softly grabbed it and made my way to him.

He perked up; his yellow eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter in the dark.

"The water will make the bed wet, hon" I softly said, lightly ruffling his hair with the towel.

His arms wrapped around my waist as I continued to get the water out. Wetness and comfortable covers do not mix in my book or even on my book.

I could hear him sigh happily as I played with his hair, trying to get out all the water.

Glancing over to Keiji, his glasses were off, and our books had been set elsewhere. It's movie time.

Kenma would come from his gaming in around fifteen to twenty minutes from now. We'd all cuddle on the bed and watch a cartoon movie.

I walked to the bathroom, setting Kōtarō's towel on his hook. In a house of five people, organization was the best key.

After I cut the lights off, I walked back to see a movie picked up and Kuroo coming upstairs with our midnight snacks.

When I made sure everyone was comfortable in bed, I went to get Kenma. I could basically feel the exhaustion radiating off him. Knowing that he wouldn't get off the game unless someone actually got him.

As I got closer, I gently put my arms around his back. I did it every single time I wanted him to get off the game. I could tell he was fighting himself, wanting to go another round but agreeing.

Soon his system was off and his left hand locked in my right one, walking into our bedroom. We climbed into bed; the rotation was different this weekend.

Each day or week, we'd switch the rotation of who gets to spoon who. It wasn't my idea since I couldn't care less if I was spooning or getting spooned.

However, being the only girl it was kinda nice with everyone being bigger than me, it was kind of hot some nights too.

This time around, Tetsu was spooning me, and I happened to be spooning Kōtarō. After we finished the snacks, I couldn't resist the sleep, which called my name.

Since there were five of us, we couldn't possibly fit in a bed. So we decided to just get one of the biggest; even if we did spoon, I'm sure at least one of us would end up kicking another off the bed.

This has always been how our stay-up nights have been and I wouldn't change it for the world.

When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me.

Well, now that I'm older, it's safe to say that I've got four princes who I was fated with. They agreed to live together with me, and the need to marry wasn't in our minds.

We all knew the reassurance of each other never leaving the other. But if one of us did happen to want to marry? I guess we could.

But this is the end of our weekend night and there was nothing out there that would make me give it up.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad. I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

[houseoftulips]

Unruly Man | K. Bokuto (sneak peak) ~ the one where your husband just loves how beautiful and plump you are from carrying his child

➤ sneak peak to my Wattpad story - Queen of Fukurodani

➤ ft: king!bokuto kōtarō x queen!fem reader

➤ content warning: pregnant reader, lots of talk about pregnancy, breeding kink, squirting, oral receiving (f), cream pie kink, fingering, kinda proofread bc i did this is one sitting

➤ note: in my official wattpad story, i will have an original character :)

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You were on your way to delivery your child anytime in the next few weeks or so.

Your group of healers and even your husband were very adamant about your first child being a boy counting by the way your belly is slowly dropping compared to those who birthed girls. You saw it as a myth, not really believing that just because your belly dropped slower than others means you’ll birth a boy.

Your husband, King Bokuto or King Bo, thinks that your child is a boy due to how energetic he is inside of you. You were watching your king play a friendly duel with the Commander of Fukurodani army, Kuroo Tetsuro when your child had kicked you a few times too hard.

Your groaned in pain and shock from the tiny foot hitting one of your ribs making you lean down and hold onto your side. Everyone around stopped and nearly dropped what there were doing hearing their Queen in anguish. Bo was quick to drop his sword and come running to you, his wife. “Darling!” he called to you as he quickly wrapped an arm around your lower back and intertwined his fingers with your free hand. “Y/n? What is it?” he worriedly asked.

“The baby…,” you giggled but with pain still in hidden in your tone, “The baby kicked my side.”

Bo was worried even more even though your sweet laugh is heaven to his ears. “They didn’t hurt you, right? Are you still in pain?” he asks.

You smile and cup his face seeing how much love he has for you in his golden eyes. “It hurts but…a good type of hurt,” you say as you take his hand that was holding yours and place it on your stomach where you feel the baby move to find a new position, “They’re just trying to get comfortable, my love.”

He feels the little imprint of feet and what felt like a tiny hand under his warm and calloused palm. “Oh my darling! You and I will have a lively and valiant little warrior!” he beamed before kissing your cheek.

A valiant little warrior indeed…

Your child was already restless as they continued to grow in the comfy home of your belly. He was constantly moving day and well into the night that your back pain started taking a toll on your sleep. You laid awake and a sea of being uncomfortable in your bed while you’re darling husband would say gentle words against the skin of your belly.

“Our little princess…,” he mumbled one night, “Be nice to your Mama for me. She’s already doing so well keeping you safe, yeah? Just wait a little longer then I’ll teach you how to swing a sword,” he kissed your stomach making you giggle.

But there were days were your child would be still as day but your body was still in pain. You remained sitting or laying down as bed rest but you’d get restless too. Your husband needed help to rule the kingdom. He’s always been so reassuring, letting you know that you weren’t just his queen for political reasons. You were his Queen, his love, and his wife, he wanted you by his side.

He noticed you were starting to get uncomfortable as you neared the end of your pregnancy. Especially today, you had ended your morning walk in the gardens with your husband early today because you couldn’t walk anymore, you were more waddling if anything.

“My wife, go rest,” Bo said with a pout as his salt and pepper hair began to deflate, “Don’t strain yourself, please.” You wanted to protest but you just couldn’t. You held a bit of guilt for not sucking it up like what most women of royalty do but Bo as always reassured you. “You are my wife first,” he smiled softly, “You can be by my side when you feel better.”

You cupped his cheek letting him muzzle into your warm hand with the same pout on his face. “Very well…,” you lean up to kiss him to which he was quick to kiss you back, “Make sure to eat well today.”

“I will, don’t worry,” he says before kissing you again.

The day had gone by rather quick since you did sleep for most of it. But you decided to remain in bed with a book in hand since you were so comfortable. After reading just a few pages of your chosen book, a knock was heard on the door of your chambers.

“Yes?” you called out gently. You look up to see the door open revealing your lady in waiting.

She sends you a curtsy, “Your Grace, his Majesty would like to see you.”

You smile softly, “Come in, my love,” you call to him. Your lady in waiting steps aside letting the King walk in with his happy smile that’s held on his face all the time.

Bo looks at the lady in waiting, “I’ll take my dinner in here with my wife,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” she bows again before leaving the room.

Bo immediately looks back at you with his eyes softening at the sight of you. “How are you feeling, love?” he asked as he began to rid himself of his uniform.

“Better,” you smile, “I would’ve joined you earlier but I haven’t been comfortable in a while. I apologize.”

“No need, darling,” he says before climbing into bed with you and taking the book out of your hands, “I’m retiring for the day to be with you.”

He then pulled your back to his chest making you lay on your side and be completely engulfed into his embrace. You hun happily feeling his warm chest against your back making you muzzle you body more against him.

Bo held back a groan feeling the curve of your bottom pressed against his clothed cock. He runs his hands under your belly and rubbing small circles against your skin with his thumbs trying to distract himself from the pleasure he’s feeling with you against him. You hum again in both relief and pleasure as you weave your fingers with one of his hands.

You turn your head to look at your king who was nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Will you deny your Queen’s comfort?” you ask as you feel both his palms hold your stomach.

“Never my love…” he smiles as he lifts your stomach to relieve the weight off your body. You sigh feeling the pressure in your hips and back completely go away in seconds, “My don’t we have a heavy boy growing,” he laughs gently into your ear as he absentmindedly begins to move his hips against your ass.

“Mmm, he’s the cause for my back pain now,” you smile as he placed gentle kisses along the sides of your neck while continuing to lightly grind his cock into your backside.

“Ah, I must say that I’m a little jealous, my love,” he chuckled against your ear before kissing you cheek. His hips begin to put more pressure against your ass making you sigh in pleasure.

“Why is that, my king,” you whined as one of his hands pull away from holding your stomach to your leg. He gently hooked his arm under your thigh leaving your dress pool over your hips leaving your bare, yet glistening cunt feel the cool air in the room.

His ring and middle finger snake towards your cunt to gently rub circles against your clit. You moaned softly as your free hand ran up Bo’s neck to lightly tug the ends of his hair. He groaned against your neck as he slowly began to pick up the pace feeling your wetness slip out of your tight little hole.

“Because…,” he moaned before kissing your lips softly, “…it’s not my me that’s giving you pain, my dear wife.” He then slipped two fingers into your cunt causing you to gasp and pull on his hair. He didn’t want waste time because he just wanted to be inside you so he curled his fingers instantly pressing against the sweet spot he knew all to well.

“Fuck!” you whimpered against Bo’s lips that hovered over yours.

“Cunt still as tight as our wedding night,” he laughed mockingly as he slipped his wet fingers out of your cunt to rub your clit again making you whimper at the loss of feeling full. “You think I can fuck you as hard as I did that night? With your beautiful belly in the palm of my hands… My cock stuffing you full again, huh?” he kissed your lips softly seeing you nod your head silently as your grind your hips against his fingers.

“Pervert…,” you moan with a smile as Bo pulls his cock out of hs trousers. You can feel his swollen tip lightly graze your clit as you began to grind you hips again.

“Yes, my darling…,” he moaned against your mouth as he continued to rub his tip up and down your drenched cunt, “I am indeed a pervert…,” he slipped his cock inside you making you cry out his name. The feeling of your velvet walls flutter around his cock nearly had him fill you up in seconds. “…and such an unruly fucking man…”

His hips didn’t dare to begin to start slow, he immediately began to rut his hips against your ass making you scream out his name once again. “Kou! Fuck -!!m-my love - please!” you whimpered with a tug on his hair.

“Yes, my darling? You wish for me to stop?” he groaned as he continued to (almost) violently roll his hips against yours, a pool of sticky mess of your cum covers his cock deep inside your slicked cunt.

You shook your head not wanting to feel empty. You felt so close to finishing already as Bo’s cock kept pushing further into your g-spot. “Please! Don’t stop! M’feel so full,” you moaned out loud as your body began to shake in his arms.

“Fuck, sweetheart!” Bo whimpers feeling your walls clamp down harder against him. He’s close too, but he’s trying so hard to go on longer because he want to you to cum with him. “Cum, my love. Squeeze me a little more - shit - just like that ,” he rubs your clit as he continued to fuck you into the heavens. He leaves a kiss on your lips before pulling back to see how fuck out you are because of him and he loves it so much.

With his cock buried deeper inside you, his gentle kisses on your lips, and his rough fingertips against clit made you push further into your climax with every single thrust he gives you. The knot in your stomach threatening to break any second as you feel his other other hand still remaining under your stomach this whole time.

“My King,” you moaned out as you feel his cock twitch of his formal name, “Fill me please, I want more. Give me more babies,” you whimper with tears of pleasure filling the corners of your eyes.

His cock twitched again with a deep groan coming from his chest slips from his mouth. “Yeah? My wife wants another baby after this one, huh?” his pace quickens but becomes sloppy as he’s nearing his end. His fingers continued to run a bit harder against your clit.

You nod in response to distracted go form any words that’s aren’t incoherent. “Right there,” you mumble as your eyes begin to roll back, “Kōtarō!” you squeal out his name like a prayer over and over again as you feel the knot ready to snap.

“Cum, darling,” Bo moaned, “I’m right there too.”

On command your cunt gushed all over his cock and the bedsheets while your screams were silenced by your husband’s lips against yours. Your muffled screams and his groans were heard in the hallways of the castle as his warm seed fills you up once again. Your body shook violently in his arms while his fingers continued to rub against your clit.

“Wait, Kou!” you squeal away from his lips.

“One more,” he slows down his hips as he continued to hit your g-spot, “One more, just like that, darling.”

Then you gushed out again. Your mouth hung open as your let out a silent scream while Bo watched with a cocky smirk on his face. You creamed over him as you practically cocked warm him. Your cunt continues to flutter around him as you come down from your high.

“We’ll done, my love,” he praised with a kiss on your lips as he slowly pulled out. He moves your to lay on your back as he was about to get up to clean you up but one look at your cunt dripping out his cum made his hard once again. “Fuck…m’sorry darling,” he groans before he leans down in a blink of an eye sticking his tongue inside your hole.

“Nggh!” your back arched immediately as your hands immediately tugged on his hair, “Oh my god! Kou, I can’t - shit!” you cried out feeling his tongue against the walls of your cunt. A mix of your cum and his drool out of the corners of his mouth as he literally buried his face into your pussy with a groan.

He could fell you flutter on the tip of his tongue so he continued to slurp the remnants of what he released into you earlier. He was about to lock eyes with you till he saw you plump belly blocking his view and oh how he fucking loved that. He began to pump his cock with his hand. “You taste good, love,” he groans, "you're fucking soaked." he's drunk on you, his fingers move to dig into your thighs as he buries his face deeper in your folds.

“Oh!” you gasp as you abruptly feel the knot forming again, “Kou please! S’too much,” you let out one more gasp as your thighs shook in his palms and you cunt gushed all over and in his mouth.

Bo slurps and licks every drop you offered to him before forcing himself to pull away from you with a gasp. He smiles see how swollen you gotten as he sits back onto his knees. Your blissed out eyes lock with his feral ones, his smile softens as he leans over your face to give you a chaste kiss. You both moan into the kiss letting him slide his tongue into your mouth.

You both pull away breathlessly with soft smiles on your faces. “Such a good girl,” Bo says as he nudged his nose against yours, “I’m fucking another child into as soon as you heal from birthing our son.”

You laugh as you cup his face with both your hands and give him another kiss. “Why not sooner?” you joke half joke. Bo chuckled as he got out of bed and scooped you up into his arms to take you to the bath.

“You have a royal womb, my wife. Bearing a child is a battlefield enough,” he kisses your forehead, “No need to strain yourself when we can try again when you’re ready.”

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[honeesucker]

♡ = NSFW / Explicit / 18+ ONLY

☠️ = Dark Content / Problematic / READ STORY TAGS

☁️ = Fluff / SFW

🐾 = Alpha / Beta / Omega dynamics (Omegaverse)

🐕 = Puppygirl

MASTERLIST UNDER THE CUT -

➤DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo

・(Bone) Appétit ♡🐕 

     ○ Prelude 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 

・ A moment in time  ♡

・Bakugo Thirsts / Drabbles / Etc.  ♡

➤Eraserhead | Shota Aizawa

・Safeword ♡

➤Shigaraki | Tenko Shimura

・Darling, Dearest ♡ ☠️ part 1 part 2 part 3

➤Dabi | Touya Todoroki

・Flight ♡ ☠️

・ Haunted by a Shadow (ft. Shoto Todoroki) ♡ ☠️

➤ Hawks | Keigo Takami

・ Gliding Into You | RomCom Collab ☁️

➤ Fatgum | Taishiro Toyomitsu

・ Heart-Shaped Castella | RomCom Collab ♡ ☁️

➤Haikyuu boys reacting to you texting them *~spicy photos~* and then falling asleep…

・ Iwaizumi Hajime  ♡

➤ Haikyuu boys reacting to your hand on their thigh… ♡

・ Semi Eita

・ Kenma Kozume

・ Ushijima Wakatoshi

・ Tsukishima Kei

・ Akaashi Keiji

➤ Haikyuu boys reacting to you calling them ‘Daddy’… ♡

・ Bokuto Kotaro

・ Ushijima Wakatoshi

・ Daichi Sawamura

・ Akaashi Keiji

・ Iwaizumi Hajime

・ Tendou Satori

・ Tsukishima Kei

➤ Bokuto Kōtarō

・ Sugar Coat ♡ 🐾

・ Bokuto x Puppygirl PWP ♡ 🐕

・ Bokuto X Fem!reader PWP  ♡

➤Coming soon!

➤Coming soon!

➤Coming soon!

MISC.

Call of Duty Thirsts / Drabbles / etc.  ♡

[chrissshub]

so this was an ask from @katsukismelons and I accidentally deleted it so…here it is neow :P

If there’s one day Bokuto looks forward to, it’s your manicure days.

He loves watching that giddy grin crept across your lips, tossing your bag about to join him on the couch. You snake beside him, clinging to his bicep to draw his attention. And—of course—he’s compelled to gawk at you, golden hues pinned to the sight. It’s always such a pretty design, bedazzled with diamonds for a flashy touch. It’s the confidence boost that really has Bokuto’s heart, watching your smile and manners grow ten fold over.

He especially adores that same rousing confidence when you get shifty, using the pretty manicured thumb to swipe at his cock’s slit.

The brushing motion has him weeping, Bokuto biting down on his shirt to ground his mind. It’s never without a buck of his hips, pearly precum painting your fingertips. They lace around the plump fat of his cock, squeezing at the flushed veins beneath the tanned skin. Hues of a faint blue and green complement the sinful scene, Bokuto’s cock inflamed with a salacious greed.

Your tongue pairs those teasing pulses of your hand kindly, eager buds curling at the spill of cum. The hints of salt immediately send a flurry of pricks to your cheeks, spurring your mouth to flood in anticipation. The soapy bubbles of drool drip over the head almost methodically, thick coats of spit joining the pummeling strokes of your closed fist.

Bokuto can’t help but whimper at the sensation, grinding the heel of his foot into the plush carpet. Your touch is so gentle but domineering, guiding your hand to pull at his pooling lust.

But he absolutely loses it as your lips brush past the heavy fill of his balls. The thumping sucks hit him hard—too hard. He can feel it stirring inside, his cum rushing to the trembling head of his cock. He’s painful close, shame to be casted aside in the face of an envied orgasm.

All it does take is for your nails to drag across the sensitive skin. The feathery draw play at all he’s ever known before cum is unapologetically ruining your mouth, all without even having a taste of your throat just yet.

His head falls back along the couch’s frame, his lungs heaving for some consistency. There’s one thought he’s sure of, peeking through his lashes to gape at you.

God, did Bokuto love your manicure days.

[natashawritesstuff]

At the height of his career, Bokuto Koutarou broke a league record for the most service aces per game and broke your heart all in the same night. 

“I just can’t have any distractions right now,” he told you in the player's hallway outside of the stadium. 

“Oh,” was all you could reply. “Okay.”

It hurt a lot. Mostly because you’d been with him since high school, after every win and every loss. He called you his biggest cheerleader and now suddenly after the biggest moment in his career, you were a distraction. 

You manage to give him a small smile before leaving without another word. 

It had been three years since then. Three years since you last saw him. Honestly, at this point, you didn’t mind if you never saw him again. It’s not as if you harbored any unresolved feelings against him, quite the opposite actually, you didn’t feel anything for him at all. You got a new job, moved into a new place, and overall, you moved on.

“I’ll get it,” you call. 

It’s late when there’s a knock on your door. You weren’t expecting anyone, certainly not at midnight but nonetheless, the knocks persisted and you went to go answer the door. 

“Baby!” Bokuto says excitedly. 

Without thinking, you push him back into the hall of the apartment building and sneak a glance into your place before closing the door behind you. Your ex randomly showing up at your place isn’t the best look.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I missed you!” he explains, slurring his words and you roll your eyes. Drunk. He showed up drunk.

“Give me your phone,” you order.

“Whyyyy?”

“To call someone to come get you.”

“Ohhhh. Do- don’t do anyone from the team thoughhh. They’re realllly mad at me.”

“Why?”

“We just lost a huuge game, didn’t you hear?”

“No Bokuto. Give me your phone.”

Ignoring you he pouts, “you mean you didn’t watch? You used to watch me all the time.”

“Bokuto give me your fucking phone.”

“You used to be my biggest cheerleader, remember?”

You sigh, realizing you’re not getting through to him, and sit down on the ground. Watching you, he slides down the wall mocking your actions. 

“Why are you being so mean to me? You used to always cuddle me after a big loss.”

“Yeah, Bo,” you remember, “when we were dating. Which we’re not anymore. You can’t just show up drunk to my place. How do you even know where I-”

“But I miss you.”

“You broke up with me,” you remind him. 

“That’s just because I didn’t need you anymore,” he let slip out, too drunk to think about the consequences of his words. 

“What?”

“I don’t really need you if I’m okay.”

And at that moment those words left his lips, everything clicked. Why in the world would his ‘biggest cheerleader’ matter when he has millions of people screaming out his name? It was only in their silence would he notice how much he wanted- needed you to save him from the reality that in the coin toss of win or lose, the latter results in him being alone. And oh how does he fear being alone. 

You call him a car from your phone, thinking of it as a parting gift. You walk him downstairs to the lobby and wait outside with him when he asks, “what does he have that I don’t?”

“What?”

“The guy, The one that I saw, the one that you’re living with.”

“Oh, him,” you say, a smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not about what he has, it’s about what he does. He stays, Bokuto.”

“I should have stayed,” he whispers to himself, too quiet for you to hear. 

“What was tha-” 

You’re interrupted by the sound of a car honking signifying the arrival of his ride. 

“Get home safe,” you tell him before heading back inside.

He almost stops you. Almost calls out your name, Almost reaches for your hand. Instead, he lets you go. And he leaves swearing to never come back again. Swearing to let you live a happy life without him. His drunken mind lets him think of thoughts where he can change the past, and never leave you again. Where he can make it so he never leaves you the first time. As he dozes off in the back of the car, he thinks that maybe in an alternate universe you guys are still together. And you probably are, just not in this one. 

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