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khrysomallos · 7 months

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i saw a tiktok today comparing possessive vs protective boyfriends and it got me thinking something about a protective bokuto and mmmmmm

when people first meet bokuto, they typically peg him as the “golden retriever” boyfriend (don’t get me wrong he totally is). but he’s much smarter than people give him credit for. so much smarter.

bokuto is confident in himself, he’s confident in his relationship (unless in one of his moods.. ya know) and he trusts you whole heartedly.

you’re out at a bar with a group of people, a mix of your friends and bokuto’s. you’re at the bar getting some drinks for the table when someone slides onto the stool beside you. the stranger looks you up and down and begins a conversation. “haven’t seen you around here before, where you from?”

you answer, as it’s not in your nature to be inherently rude. “i’m visiting a friend,” you smile politely and look to the person beside you. a tall man, with a fairly slender build. his hair is neatly swept to the side.

“from out of town then? let me treat you to some home town hospitality then,” as he flags down the bar tender.

you shake your head, telling the man that you’ve already ordered a few drinks for you and your friends. he pushes on, insisting he gets you a drink - which in turn ends up being a shot. he pushes the shot glass towards you, his snake like eyes narrowing as he sticks his tongue out to tease you. you’re frustrated he isn’t catching onto your polite rejections.

“c’mon pretty, let loose and have some fun.”

you shake your head, “thank you for the offer, but i’m here celebrating my friend tonight. i’m flattered but i’m not interested, really.”

it’s as if this much more blatant rejection eggs the man on more.

bokuto, from across the bar, sits silently as he watches the interaction. he’s leaned back in his chair, slowly stirring his straw around his cup. he’s well aware of how good you look tonight, and he’s well aware of the fact that everyone checks you out as you walk by. it gives him a boost of pride knowing you’re going home with him. they can look all they want.

his eyes assessed every shift in your body language. he sees your eyebrows furrow, the way you’re leaned away from the man. how you take slow controlled breaths to regulate your frustration, he knows that to be a tell from your years together.

kuroo leans towards him, “aren’t ya gonna go over there?” and points his head in the direction of the bar.

bokuto shakes his head, “they’re more than capable of handling themselves. i don’t need to do anything,” he lets out a long breath himself.

kuroo’s eyebrows raise, “you’re better than me. if kenma was getting hit on infront of me, i would be sliding in to introduce myself.” he chuckles to himself and nudges kenma, who just snorts.

“he can try but they’ll rip a strip off him if they need too,” bokuto continues to watch the interaction between you and the stranger. the man presses on, pushing the drink towards you and waving to the bartender again even though you’ve turned down the drink. bokuto never worries in these situations, he knows you can handle yourself, and he would never want to overstep a boundary of you taking care of something.

so he waits. he watches.

his jaw tightens as he watches the next interaction. he sees the man place his hand on your lower back. his eyes darken, he could care less about this stranger. what bothers bokuto, what makes his eyes narrow, is the way you flinch and move away from the touch, how you push out your hand, hitting the man’s chest to create space between the two of you. you begin to say something, pointing your finger at him like you’re about to lecture him. but then man doesn’t respect the space, moving closer and leaning down to speak into your ear. bokuto’s hand tightens around his glass.

he waits. he watches. he assesses.

you take a step back, and that’s when you give the man a shove with both hands. bokuto smirks.

the man shakes his head in disbelieve, and begins saying something. you finally look over to your boyfriend, with tight lips and pleading eyes. your face says everything it needs too. a silent call from across the room.

bokuto would never step in by taking over something you were dealing with. he knows you’re more than capable. he also knows there are times when you’re just too overwhelmed and need help. those are times where he’ll step in, only when you ask.

bokuto throws back the rest of his drink before excusing himself from the table.

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junosmindpalace · 3 months

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SHE WANTS YOU!

🎧 you’re proud to be my man, and i won’t let you go!

synopsis: they just can't see what a particular fangirl of theirs is trying to do...with the msby 4!

content: litte bits of insecure reader and little bit of clueless msby. but fears are put to rest. fluffy. casual intimacy. they are Smitten & loyal bfs

total wc: 4k

BOKUTO: Kotaro has always been good at handling difficult people. It just wasn’t in his nature to think the worst of them, and he handles even intentional malice by interpreting it as genuine questions or comments that needed a response to. And so he’d reflect and answer honestly how he felt, and that was often times enough to shut those kinds of people down.

Even the seemingly most malicious kinds of people Bokuto eagerly approached in a friendly manner and treated as a close friend. That, of course, included his fans.

He's always been one to enjoy basking in the limelight, being praised for his strengths and acknowledged for his easy going attitude. It was a great bolster to his self-esteem; he loved the people, and boy did they love him.

It’s because of Kotaro’s easy going attitude that made forming a relationship with him very easy.

Boundaries can become more easily crossed, but Kotaro doesn’t have very many, which only encourages fans to attempt to see just how far they can tread over the line before they’re pushed back on the other side of it.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with fan interactions, especially on your end; your heart swelled when you saw the ways his fans supported him and how much joy your boyfriend took in connecting with them. Their support meant just as much as his love for the sport he plays.

But there’s one fan you just can’t help but get a bad feeling from.

It’s more instinctive than anything, but the fact that you’re a little too familiar with her doesn’t sit right with you. She's somehow managed to catch Bokuto at all his events, and talk with him outside of matches before he's due to depart from the arena. She's always eager to catch him, even at the very last second, but since it’s Bokuto, he has no qualms, and happily stays to chat for a couple of minutes before the coach insists the team needs to get a move on.

And then she’d start to slowly up the physical touch, from brushing her hand against his skin while reaching for something for him to sign, to fully grasping his arm as she laughs at something he said.

You knew he wouldn’t believe you at first when you brought up your concerns.

“Really? I mean, I don't blame her for coming back for more; I'm awesome! But she’s only a fan!”

This one particular person you had a bad feeling about was not exempted from your boyfriend's goodwill, despite over time becoming more obvious with her intentions. Eventually, she began treating him like an old friend with some underlying feelings.

“I don't think she has bad intentions.” he’d answer honestly in response to your concern. Of course, Bokuto doesn’t want to believe that this nice fan of his has an underlying agenda with her eager conversations, but he can at least see that the situation has been stressing you out with each reluctant drop of the subject, lip jutted out as if not fully soothed by his reassurance.

She’s there in the crowd again, and you know that after the game, no matter the outcome, she’ll go looking for your boyfriend as he sticks around for a couple of interviews to conclude the day, and you dread it. The game goes smoothly, with Kotaro in perfect form, something you know he wasn’t able to achieve very often back in his high school days, and you can’t help but marvel sometimes at the amount of progress he’s made.

When the Jackals eventually file out of the gym after their triumphant win, you make a beeline for each other. He quickly runs to meet you halfway in one of the halls, caught up in his adrenaline high from the game as he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you off the ground. He’s sweaty, and how he still has energy is beyond you, but you don’t care and immediately reciprocate the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Did you see me? Did you see how amazing I was out there?” he badgers excitedly as he puts you down, and you nod with a grin.

“You did so good, Ko! That spike in the final set was—“

“Kotaro! You were incredible!”

Your grip on his forearms immediately tighten, and the two of you both look over your shoulder to see her jogging up to the two of you with a breathless laugh.

“As always, of course. I knew you’d be able to power through their defense!”

“Well, not always.” Bokuto let’s out a little laugh and peeks from the corner of his eye at your tense smile. She seems to take notice as well, and hers only widens.

“Give yourself more credit,” she scoffs playfully. “I noticed even in this game that you—“

“I appreciate the kind words, but I can’t stay to chat.” he smiles at her, wide and genuine, and you look down in surprise when you feel his arm wrap around you, his hand squeezing your shoulder as he brings you to his side.

“My partner here is treating me to a celebratory meal!”

The two of you both blink in surprise at his words. Typically no matter how crowded his schedule, he always spares a couple of minutes to chat.

“Oh, well… I suggest this one sushi place nearby. I can pull up the location!”

“That's alright! Y/N already promised to take me to one of my favorite places. It was nice seeing you again!”

And with that, he takes your hand and drags you off with a bounce in his step and a smile still plastered on his face.

There isn’t a single indication that any of his words were fake or had a malicious undertone meant to humiliate her. Only that he was vocal in that he prioritized you over her.

You gave him a teasing smile. “So, when did I say I'd be treating you?”

“You mean you won’t?!” he whips his head toward you with a heartbroken expression, as if having fully expected that you’d reward him for his incredible performance.

“No, no, of course I will. Anything you want.” you grinned, bumping his shoulder as his grip on your hand tightened and his smile widened, and he continued to boast about how great his plays were.

He later posts a message of thanks to his fans for all the support he received for the match on his socials with a photo of the two of you enjoying your meals. You can now be confident that no other fan will be testing their luck with his boundaries any time soon.

MIYA: Atsumu is solely focused on himself. On his plays. On sharpening his skill. On having his fun.

And, of course, on you.

Atsumu, as much as it has been stereotyped for him, is not one to look for validation in his fans. Whether they’re a fangirl or an old man in the stands who's watched the game all his life, he does not care for their criticisms nor their compliments. The only people he at all considers feedback from is his coach, his brother, and you. That doesn’t mean he’s immune to what they say about each one of his plays, however. He gets down when the commentators call out a bad play, and pumped when the stadium roars with cheers for him.

But because of this sort of suave personality of his, people fit him into the mould of a playboy. And because he has such high expectations of the people around him, people have assumed that he had high expectations of his romantic partners as well.

Someone rich, someone famous, someone absolutely drop dead gorgeous. That was who the majority of Atsumu's fans assume is his criteria for a partner. And so, when he’s spotted out with a celebrity he’s been working closely with for a modeling partnership, one that happens to exceed all of those expectations, it’s no surprise that dating rumors regarding the two of them being in secret kahoots start to circulate among not only their individual fanbases, but the sports community as well.

Multiple comments claiming the encounters to be a “soft launch” made your eye twitch as you encountered them under related posts. You couldn’t help but sometimes find yourself laughing at those who insist that it’s obvious they’re in love with one another.

Perhaps the celebrity he’s been hanging with was in love with him, as she hasn’t been the least bit shameless in expressing her admiration and adoration for your boyfriend, but Atsumu had not the slightest bit of romantic interest for her. You knew through his exasperated rants about her being difficult and obnoxious. But, of course, nobody else knew.

Still, he works with her for quite a bit of time. And though you know Atsumu isn’t the type to be disloyal, certainly not toward you, you can’t help but let the rumors get to your head sometimes, and in turn an insecurity manifests in the form of an ache in your chest or a lump in your throat. It doesn't help the fact that this celebrity is constantly posting her time with him online, and “playfully” validating comments that ship the two of them together.

He tells you to get off of social media when you get down about the situation. It just isn’t worth the mental torture; and besides, their relationship is strictly professional. It's the only reason why she’s so friendly. For a man who loves to bask in whatever praise he’s given, he sure seems oblivious to the very obvious clues she’s been dropping him. He has to believe it’s strictly the guise of accomplishing successful business.

Still, it’s not like you make a conscious decision to go against his words and subject yourself to further irritation and insecurity. You couldn’t help yourself; you knew very well that, compared to her, you were a nobody. You couldn’t compete with everything she had.

You slowly started to agree with the comments who argued that they should get together; they do look pretty good together, they are extremely compatible. And above all else, she could probably support him way better than you ever could. You swear to yourself you don’t feel jealous, bitter, petty--not in the slightest.

But the sour expression Atsumu comments on one evening while the two of you lounge on your couch as you yet again scroll through comments claiming your boyfriend would suit someone not like you has you reflecting otherwise.

“What’s with the look? Reading the news?”

“Mm.” Is your vague reply, eyes not peeling away from the screen in front of you. Atsumu’s curiosity grows, and he raises an eyebrow.

“What’s it say?”

A moment of silence between the two of you as you continue scrolling. When you finally process the question and silence, you inhale sharply and finally look up at him, closing your phone and setting it on the coffee table beside you. “No, it’s nothing. Just something online.”

“Ugh. Don’t tell me you’ve been scrolling through those comments again.”

You shoot him a glare at his insensitivity, but also at how quickly he was to figure it out. The sour look on your face has become synonymous with that topic that Atsumu could easily recognize as the source of your frustration.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

He groans as he collapses on top of you, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You grunt in pain at the sudden weight, and still annoyed from his previous comment, you try to pry his face away, which only makes Atsumu stubbornly latch even harder onto you. “Atsumu!”

“I told you, those people have no idea what they’re talking about. She’s insufferable.”

“I know.”

It’s a statement, but the sad tone in which you say it makes Atsumu’s heart sink. He opens his eyes and tilts his head to look up at you, chin digging into the side of your arm. “You’re way prettier.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks.”

“And your place is nicer. And your food is tastier. And your humor is better than hers.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you feel your heart lighten a little at his attempts at picking you up, and Atsumu feels his own growing lighter, too. “Don’t tell Osamu about the food thing.”

“Oh, no, his is still better than yours.”

“Of course it is.” You reply back as if it were hardly a matter that needed to be debated.

Atsumu was good at this; making you smile, making you laugh, making you feel loved and wanted. It didn’t take long for him to stomp on the insecurities that managed to manifest in your heart in order to lessen their load on you. He wouldn’t stand for his partner to feel inadequate compared to someone else, especially since Atsumu chose you. You and your wit, your kindness, your passion, your talent, your everything.

He stays over that night as he often does, and he knows he really shouldn’t do this, but the people he cares about came before anything else. And what’s the worst it could do, really?, responding to a couple of comments?

Needless to say that Atsumu’s replies talking you up about how great you are under his shippers’ comments make headlines on news articles the next day--and show the world just who his heart truly belongs to regardless of who you were.

HINATA: Much about him is different, upgraded. His technical skill has immensely bolstered since his high school days. He's able to pull off more in games; impressive feats achieved by his lightning quick reflexes and speed, once aiding him in his high school signature quick now aiding him in setting and receiving, sharpened by his intense training in the South. Even his physique is different; still shorter than most players you’d encounter in the realm of volleyball, but he’s grown a few inches and packed muscle all around. If that wasn’t enough proof of his hard work, his tan surely gave away just how much he dedicated himself to the sport with all the time he spent out in the sun training.

All of these things, along with his impressive performance on the court, have made Shoyo Hinata quite popular, and not simply for what people used to cheer him on for; being the underdog, or one half of a fearsome duo. His journey as a player aided him in his career, and all on his own has he established himself as an indomitable force.

People admire him for that. You admire him for that. You couldn’t blame the people who were so amazed and star stricken by him; how could you when you were as well?

But sometimes it went overboard, and sometimes it seemed like you were the only person who took notice. Sometimes this one sided observation was accidental; he’s too absorbed in his game; in the blood rushing to his ears, in the thrill of a good game-- that he just doesn’t notice. Sometimes you purposely keep the observation one-sided; these kinds of fans are inevitable, and the rational part of you knows they won’t compromise your relationship by any means.

There's one enthusiastic interviewer that’s a fan of Shoyo’s, and that he’s very friendly with; as he is with all of them. But this one in particular has managed to latch onto him because of it. You see her and her crew at every one of his games, big or small, and always openly expresses her very immense love for the sport; and for him.

Of course, Shoyo only understands “volleyball”, and you know that he’s always been giddy over being shown on the front covers or interviewed online, and so he’s always eager to accept a conversation with her, especially since she’s so friendly and knowledgeable.

iIt’s late in yours and Shoyo’s apartment when they run the interviews and live games from a big game earlier that season. As they start to discuss the Black Jackals, you call for him over your shoulder in the kitchen, where he’s preparing dinner.

“Sho, hurry, it’s starting!”

You can hear the increased urgency in his movements, but they die out as you watch one of his interviews from a very familiar news channel come onto screen. Your boyfriend, from hours earlier, stares happily at the interviewer behind the lens.

“Your skill and strength was absolutely incredible in this game- as it always is. You were also very impressive in high school, you must’ve been really popular—especially with the girls.”

You felt your smile drop slightly, not even hearing the curses coming out of Shoyo’s mouth as he fumbled around in the kitchen.

The Shoyo on screen chuckled and rubbed his neck. “Oh, no, not really. Many didn’t even believe I was a starter!”

“Oh, that’s me!” Present Shoyo struggling with your food calls out excitedly from behind the kitchen wall.

“I know!” you laugh over your shoulder, and you recognize the interviewer’s also intermingling with yours, which only makes your irritation grow.

“You’re so impressive though, especially now! I'm sure there isn’t a single person out there who wouldn’t want to be with you.”

You could feel a vein in your head pop and your eye twitch, but you were caught off guard by on- screen-Shoyo’s next words.

“Well, I wouldn’t really know; I have an amazing partner who I'm always looking at, so if there were, I wouldn't have noticed!” he laughed, and it’s so sincere that your heart flutters at the honesty behind it.

“Ohh, that’s so sweet.” you hear the interviewer speak again, and you laugh at the significantly less cheer in her voice. “They must all envy—?“

“Y/N!” he interrupts to introduce you with a cheerful nod. “Yeah, I'm not sure. I know I used to envy their admirers.” he reflects with a short laugh. “But they’re truly my biggest supporter, and always put up with my schedules and drills. There’s one drill in particular actually—“

He goes back to droning on about the subject at hand, about his volleyball training and how it impacted his performance in the game, but by the time Shoyo from behind the kitchen wall finally arrives into the living room, the main spokesperson has moved on to discussing other players and matches.

“Aw, did I miss it?” Shoyo cries disappointedly as he speeds into the room, sliding your plate down on the coffee table in front of you and taking a seat beside you on the couch with his own.

You grin at him, mind still on his words from before and you nudged him. “Took you long enough.”

“You could’ve helped.” he grumbles and you kiss his cheek sympathetically with a small sorry, and from the way he brightens and his cheeks tint pink, you can tell you’re immediately forgiven.

And as he gushes in awe of the other players’ highlights and interviews, a small part of you can’t help but think back on his words and feel a little smug with yourself when you also remember the interviewer’s awkward disposition after he had brought you up. You can’t help but be comforted to know that the innocent mention of you was not only a reminder to her, but to those like her, that his heart was fully committed to you and only you.

SAKUSA: If there was one aspect of Sakusa’s career he particularly disliked, it was the fans.

It was evident that he couldn’t care less about the fame he had or the things people were willing to do for him or had to say about him (unless they were directly interfering with his life), and you couldn’t help but feel some sort of relief to know Kiyoomi would not spare a single glance at some of his more fiercely devoted fans.

Yet of course, your problem had to lie outside of that realm.

Your problem was not an avid fan, who had the circumstances of a parasocial relationship to comfort you, but a colleague of Kiyoomi’s whom the Jackals worked pretty closely with; and happened to be quite a fan of your boyfriends.

You felt bad getting worked up over something so petty, but her persistence in trying to extend her relationship with Sakusa into something friendlier couldn’t help but sound off alarm bells in your head. You already knew that your boyfriend had a million other nuisances to deal with, and you had no intention of adding onto that list with your selfishness and unjustified uneasiness, especially when you knew your boyfriend had strict boundaries he wouldn’t compromise for anyone.

Well, almost anyone.

She was shamelessly unprofessional at times, attempting to emulate your affectionate behavior towards him in hopes that she’ll receive the same sort of submissive response that only you could get out of him.

Your boyfriend, for the sake of keeping good business, tolerated the over-friendliness, and saw it as nothing more than an attempt at trying to seem more casual and easy going in a business setting.

You’ve attempted to subtly bring up your discomfort at times when she got too out of hand for your liking, typically when the two of you were in the car or lounging around at home. You’d ask his thoughts about her behavior or her personality, to which he respond with something that amounted to the conclusion that: “she’s just doing her job.”

She’s tagged along on one of the away games that you so happen to also be coming along on. She's been quite enthusiastic on sharing her research on the area they’re staying in to him, and she doesn’t spare a single detail as he prepares to head out for the day.

“--and apparently the food in this area is extremely good. Everyone says that you can’t visit without trying it. There’s this restaurant in particular not too far from the training center! I’m sure I can get the two of us reservations before we--”

“Why would we do that?” he asks suddenly, obviously already irritated by her incessant conversation, turning toward her with a frown.

Her expression is one of shock and slight embarrassment for a moment before she recollects herself.

“Just…you know, to sample the cuisine!”

“Is it business related?”

Again, blunt and to the point, the woman needs a moment before she responds.

“Well--”

“My partner and I have plans while we’re in the area. You can talk to my manager about scheduling a meeting regarding any matters you have to discuss. I've already discussed with them my availability.”

You start to approach him as he finishes setting the remainder of his gear into his training bag, and the woman yet again tries to recollect herself after suddenly being met with the fact that Kiyoomi was already taken. He looks up at you waiting for him by the gymnasium doors, and doesn’t even spare the woman a single glance or wave before making his way over.

He bumps your shoulder as he strides in step with you, mumbling “let’s get out of here.” and then “are your hands clean?”

And when you mumble a yeah in response, he reaches down to take one in his, intertwining your fingers and leaving just enough room for the woman watching your backs to be able to see the rare show of affection.

You’re caught off guard by the sudden pda, and glance over your shoulder, then back at him in confusion. He feels your quizzical gaze on him and sighs exasperatedly. “She wasn’t just doing her job…”

You couldn’t help but hum a little pleased with yourself, puffing out your chest a little when you realized that she didn’t get her way, and squeeze his hand a little tighter. He shoots you a look at you a little with a roll of his eyes and squeezes back. “We’re going back to the room.”

“Actually, I heard there was a really nice restaurant around here. I was thinking of trying to get us reservations.”

He stared down at your eager smile and bright eyes and found his resolve waning the longer he did so. He turned his gaze back toward the front. “Okay. Room first, though.”

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kairismess · 5 months

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:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ their ideal dates . . . (part 2)

featuring: bokuto kotaro, tetsuro kuroo, and tooru oikawa

🏐 genre: fluff !

✒️ word count: 641

⺌✧❀ bokuto kotaro

🦉 his ideal date: laying down on your lap.

bokuto loves being around you so often, he finds so much comfort in you that merely being around you is the best way for him to cool down and relax after an exhilarating match. you are bokuto's refuge from all the chaos and fast pace of the day... which he causes most of the time. he wishes he could stay in your embrace forever, nothing would make him happier than just being close to you, in your arms, all the time.

bokuto is a little bit of a spoiled brat around you whenever you indulge him in the hugs and cuddles he longs for, but laying down on your lap to take a break after practice is his favorite thing to do. can he help it if your thighs are so pillowy and all he wants to do apart from bite and squeeze them is to lie down on them and stare up at you, smiling like a dork and begging you to kiss him, over and over until he's drowning in your love?

⺌✧❀ tetsuro kuroo

🐈 his ideal date: tutoring you.

kuroo is a really nerdy guy, but he keeps it on the down low most of the time. he loves participating in class and reviewing his lessons when he's got nothing else to do in between periods–it's kind of strange to you, since your image of this boy before you met him was way different than the cute nerd you're dating now.

kuroo is head over heels in love with you, so much so that he jokes about doing your homework so you have no excuse not to spend the rest of the day with him–and he kind of means it, because he's that crazy for you. kuroo can never say no to helping you, he loves it whenever you come to him for homework help. and in his honest opinion... he wishes you'd come to him every time you needed help, he's more than willing to help you, and he really wants to help you pass and get grades you'd be really proud of. your success is his success, too–and as long as you need him, he'll be there; just say the word, and he'll be there.

⺌✧❀ tooru oikawa

🍞 his ideal date: sharing milkbread with you.

oikawa is volleyball obsessed... but he loves another thing, milkbread; and he ultimately loves you. his ideal date is sitting down with you, maybe during lunch break, and sharing with you pieces of his favorite brand of milkbread. he does admit (to himself) that he wishes he knew how to make it, not just for himself, but rather... kind of to impress you, just a little bit.

he knows he has kind of an ego and is put on a higher pedestal compared to others–he doesn't necessarily enjoy it, due to the pressures that kind of image has on him–but when he's with you, he doesn't feel like he has to act around you; he can be himself, a person, when with you. talking about your feelings with him and vice-versa over a good few slices of delicious milkbread is the perfect way for you both to release your pent-up feelings after a long day.

sharing milkbread with you and feeding you–sometimes teasing you and eating up the portion he was going to put in your mouth–are just some of oikawa's favorite things to do with you. he loves pissing you off, but he loves making you smile even more. to see you smile all happily after he feeds you and calls you cute when your cheeks look full and you look all happy munching the pastry down... it makes his heart flutter, just a tiny bit. maybe he'll make some next time, it'd definitely be your favorite milkbread from then on if he doesn't burn it, that is.

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clubkira · 7 months

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SANTANNY.

bitch, take off your panties, huh. ( 18 + )

content. cockwarming bokuto & strip teasing akaashi.

note. smut. 18+ fem!reader. no use of y/n. petnames (baby + angel). lowercase intended. post-timeskip. restraints. unprotected sex. repost / edit of an older work.

soundtrack. santanny — bktherula.

bokuto has a lot of extra energy to expend.

he is forever cursed with the incapability of sitting still for more than two seconds without doing something to keep himself occupied, be it fidgeting in his seat or rubbing your thumb in his hands when your fingers are interlocked with one another’s.

he has a love hate relationship when your pretty little pussy's walls are wrapped around his cock, clamping down on his dick hungrily while he can't move or touch you unless he wants that warmth to disappear in an instant.

his whines turn an octave higher the longer you cockwarm him, forbidding him from touching you until he reaches his breaking point. creaming all over himself as you fuck his cum into your pussy while riding out your high on his dick.

it's the highest level torture for him, yet it turns him on just as much as it pains him.

he can't help how needy he is for you, nor how much he loves it when you cockwarm him despite his whines.

"baby, please…" bokuto pleads from underneath you, tears pooling in his eyes as his shaky hands hover just above your hips desperately while you straddle him, his thick cock buried deep within your velvety pussy’s walls.

he loves the way your dripping cunt wraps around him, encapsulating his entire length in a way that makes him feel like the horny-horomone monster he was when he was a teen, wanting to fuck you into the bed until your cum paints the sheets a new white.

"yes?"

his voice comes out hoarse and stuttery, almost like he's hiccuping as his eyes screw shut from the shift of your body on him, cock twitching from the friction while he throws his head back into his pillows and whines.

"let me touch you, please.. you know i can't stand this.."

he has to ball up his hands into fists to restrain himself from slamming you down onto his dick and fucking you himself from how much his cock is twitching inside you.

humming in fake-consideration, you respond with a resounding “no” to his unbearable disappointment.

the blatant rejection makes his cock stiffen up more in embarrassment, threatening the fat tears in his eyes to spill over the sides of his face from how much he wants to ravage you completely, panting from the hard-on you're sitting atop that he can do nothing about.

his neck strains and twitches as you begin riding him, tantalizingly slow to watch his handsome face scrunch up and jerk around trying to avoid plunging his thick hands into your thighs and fucking you silly ‘till you're stuffed with his cum.

steadily increasing the pace while noticing the way his legs jerk with each of your movements, his hands fisting the sheets to control himself as he begins rutting into your hips, moving in sync with you to a much faster speed until you're practically pounding his dick deep into your cunt.

he looks so pretty and messed up beneath you. with disheveled hair thats clinging to his face from the sweat dripping down his temples, his jaw clenching from the pressure building up inside him, the way his eyes are fixated soley on your pussy rubbing against his crotch.

the friction between your bodies drives him crazy.

how badly he wants to flip you over and fuck your brains out until you can't walk.

but he knows he can't. because he knows if he even attempts to take control, you will hop off his dick without a second thought and deprive him of his much needed orgasm.

his breathy and ragged pants fill the bedroom like the sweetest music ever recorded as bokuto nears his high, "faster baby.. faster…"

gripping onto his thighs for support, you throw your head back as your walls clench around his dick, your groans becoming shaky.

“cum now,” you command him harshly through gritted teeth, mercilessly bucking your hips into his.

"fill me up so i can fuck it back in."

bokuto needs no further instruction as his hands hastily latch onto your ass and he finally gets to slam your wet cunt onto his dick himself, your back arching in pleasure as he thrusts into you repeatedly before letting out a hitched moan, feeling his seed fill your hot cunt.

he lets his head falls back into his pillow, panting heavily as you ride out his high a couple more times before you let out a low and drawled out "fuuuuckk…" before spilling yourself all over his cock.

theres a momentary silence between the two of you filled with nothing but soft pants and short gasps of air. your body slumps from exhaustion as you climb off his sticky cock, his cum dripping out of your pussy while collapsing onto his chest.

"you did well," you pant softly, craning your head to look up at your boyfriend's fucked out, flushed face, absentmindedly tracing his sculpted abs.

"didn't know you could keep your hands to yourself for that long. that’s new record for you, kou."

"you're so unfair baby.." bokuto whines childishly, hiding his reddened face with the back of his hand, "not letting me touch you.. that’s cruel."

you chuckle slightly at your manchild of a boyfriend, "so needy.”

he pouts at your teasing before burying his head into the crook of your neck, quietly murmuring against the skin, "only for you..."

bringing him out of your neck you give him a few kisses before responding with a coy smile, "i know."

akaashi is a respectful man, or so he likes to think.

he is someone who treats you like a princess and goddess all in one. akaashi worships you like you're the next coming of christ and would rather die than ever even think of physically violating you in any way.

unless, you're putting on a strip tease show for him.

a switch flips inside of akaashi when he's forced to watch his gorgeous girlfriend undress herself in a seductive manner, and strip teases are the only time that akashi wants to ruin you so badly.

to pounce on you and destroy your pussy like you're nothing but an inanimate sex toy for his pleasure.

it's so bad, he knows that already. that he shouldn't be thinking of those thoughts about you. but he can't help it when it's oh so tempting. your naked body slowly being revealed right infront of him makes him go crazy, bonus points if he’s also restrained in some way.

his neediness shines more if he's restrained during it and can only helplessly watch & wait eagerly for your bra and underwear to drop.

akaashi would never admit to his friends that he gets hard when his girlfriend literally just undresses infront of him (bokuto would never let him hear the end of it.)

but the only things running through akaashi's mind when you strip tease him are he needs to pound your pussy inside out until it memorizes the shape of his cock fully imprinted in your walls.

akaashi felt this had to be some kind of modern day torture.

having his hands tied up, sat in a cold metal chair as he watched his girlfriend's fingers caress her clothed body and curves whilst staring him down eagerly.

your nimble fingers cascading down your curves before gripping the hem of your shirt, pulling it up above your head and letting it fall to the floor as akaashi’s breath hitched.

swallowing heavily when you snapped your bra strap lightly, enjoying the way akaashi's eyes widened slightly before relaxing again.

"keiji, i can see your bulge."

akaashi doesn't respond to your bait, he can't even care at this point that he's being humiliated like a preteen boy who just learned how to masturbate to porn by the way his dick was clearly showing through his sweatpants.

he wanted to rip off the rest of your clothes in an instant, but the ziptie restraints holding together his hands behind the chair resisted him.

"angel..” akaashi gently voices to you from across the room, his soft tone contrasting his horribly vulgar thoughts.

starved eyes never leaving your almost naked figure as your shorts dropped next, pooling on the ground beside your shirt, "please untie me, i need you."

the sight of you in just your underwear was making him lose his mind, trying to remove the zipties bounding his hands was a challenge he was ready to face if it mean getting rid of his horrible hard on.

he wanted so badly to rip that stubborn bra and underwear off your body before having his way with you, a million different lewd scenarios running through his mind at mach 20 of the ways he'd fuck you stupid.

walking over to him and casually sitting down on his lap, straddling his body and pulling his face closer to yours with one hand and holding another just above his crotch with a sly grin.

akaashi's relatively calm facade faltered at your actions, his chest tightening, eyes growing wide.

"i don't think so, keiji."

pressing the palm of your hand down firmly on his bulge, relishing in the way akashi attempted to bite back a moan, his body writhing from the stimulation.

he frantically attempts to break free from the zipties behind the chair as your hand remains on his clothed dick, savouring the pretty sight of your boyfriend's neediness and desperation laid out in front of you.

akaashi seethes through his teeth when you apply further pressure to his dick, jerking around in his chair as you draw his face closer to yours and cheekily ask, "what do you think you're doing, keiji?"

his eyes narrow at you in his fucked out state of mind, the zipties beginning to leave red marks on his hands from him trying to remove them.

you trace akaashi's jawline tenderly before sitting up in his lap and unhooking your bra, letting it fall onto akaashi’s thighs and kneading your breasts in your hands and moaning, all while gazing down seductively into your stunned boyfriend's eyes.

akaashi feels his mind going blank by the second, breath becoming ragged at the sight infront of him, eyes focused intently on your breasts in awe and insatiable hunger as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, letting out a low "fuck."

"like what you see?"

judging from the way you felt his throbbing dick grow beneth your still-clothed pussy, and from how heavily he was panting, straining the zipties with all his might you already knew the answer.

and so did he.

"i need you," akaashi grunted, biting back a moan from the feeling of his growing hard-on as his eyes pleading for you to free him of his restraints.

"angel please.. i'll make you feel good, i promise..” it was a lovely sight to witness. your boyfriend, choked up and stuttering beneath you, completely at your mercy.

his shaky moans are as pretty as he is.

"awe," you coo softly before pressing your lips to his neck, suckling the skin and gently rolling your hips over his in a teasing manner.

a hasty and guttural moan escapes his throat at your actions as he frantically thrusts his hips into yours. "need you now..” he desperately cried from the overstimulation, "please..”

with one final suck you detach your lips from his neck and admired the scene infront of you,

"gorgeous."

at long last, you slowly pull down your underwear and toss it to the ground, your fully naked body in view of your boyfriend who wanted to fuck you until the whole neighborhood knew his name.

you rose up from akaashi's lap, a needy whine escaping his lips at the loss of your body weight atop his aching cock as you walked to the other side of the bedroom.

he immediately thought you were just going to leave him alone, helplessly restrained and with a huge erection until he saw you snatch a pair of scissors from off his workdesk and turning to face him.

a shit eating grin displayed across your face as you held the scissors in your hands.

"you've been so good today keiji, now let me help you out of those ties of yours."

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loko4koko · 4 months

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·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ Bokuto Koutarou x f!reader x Miya Atsumu ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

>fanart_credit (l->r): kurolah, __kiyomaru

MDNI 18+

>word_count: 1530

>contents: biting, brief sweat/armpit fetish, panty stealing/used panty fetish, bokuto and atsumu masturbate in the same room (gay tendencies), non-consensual photo/videography, sharing of said non-consensual images, voyeurism, masturbation (m! and f!receiving), mentions of squirting, non-explicit cunnilingus, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), double penetration in 2 holes, fingering, anal (f!receiving), creampies, mentions of bo and tsum sucking each other off 😋

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who are filthy little devils- not in measure of cleanliness (usually) but in depravity. they’re the textbook definition of perverted and you, their precious little roomie, are the main target of their lewd and lascivious behavior.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who are way too handsy- they poke and prod at you, they wrestle you down to the nearest surface and tickle you until you cry laughing. they aren’t above biting, either- quick to hold you down and bite the soft skin of your thighs, hips, and belly. not their faults you’re so much smaller and weaker than they are, not their faults you make it so easy. it doesn’t even stop in public; the last time you’d gone shopping atsumu took your bags in what you’d thought was a sweet gesture, only for bokuto to swoop in and pick you up, carrying you over his shoulder with his hand squeezing at your ass.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who practically live at the gym and not with you. and god, they’re so gross sometimes—they love to suffocate you between them as soon as they come home from a rigorous workout, your face pressed up into their sweaty, muscular pecs. it’s even worse when atsumu decides he wants to play a mean prank, wrapping himself around you with a wicked grin and sticking your face into his damp armpit, the smell of his sweat and deodorant co-mingling in your nostrils. you hate that you kind of like it, but you’d never tell them that.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who take up most of the space on the couch during movie nights. their thighs are huge—pounds of muscle that are definitely bigger than your head—so you usually end up on someone’s lap. they’ll fight over you and who you get to sit on; atsumu will get all mean and bokuto will get all pouty when they think you’ve been spending too much time with the other. you try to compromise by lying across both of their laps and they’re satisfied, smiling stupidly as atsumu pets your head and bokuto smooths his hands across your thigh.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who, despite fighting over you, love to get off with your panties. they work together like bandits, one—usually atsumu—keeping you in conversation with a story he pulled out of his ass while the other disappears to your room, grinning as he hits the x that marks the spot: your dirty laundry. he knows he’s struck gold when what he wants is right on top of the pile. it’s a thong, a real cute one with little cherries all over it- but that’s not important. what is important is that it’s the one you’d just worn to the gym.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who hide out in atsumu’s room late after you’ve gone to sleep. they’ll sit across from each other, atsumu on his bed and bokuto on the chair, tossing the soiled pair of panties back and forth as they jerk off together. they pant and hiss, wet slaps of their fists hitting their heavy balls and beefy thighs. they’re unabashed- eyes on each other as they lift the thong to their faces in tandem, cursing as they thumb at the drooling slits of their cocks. they both cum so hard that night- rippling abs painted with milky white lines as their chests heave; boyish, lustful and adrenaline-laced grins on their faces.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who trade upskirts and pics of your ass that they take throughout each day. they know it’s wrong and that they shouldn’t, but they can’t help it! seeing a photo of your perky little ass peeking out from under your big t-shirt (bokuto notices it’s actually his shirt; makes him tingle with possessiveness) as you nap on your bed just gets them so hard, they have to keep taking more for their collection. it’s not like they let anyone else see- it’s just that if atsumu walks past your room while your bent over trying to get something that rolled under your bed, he’s gonna quietly pull his phone out and snap a few photos. you’ve given him the perfect view of your panty-clad pussy and ass, who would he be to not take advantage of it? and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t share those delicious images with his best friend-slash-roommate?

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who take you to the gym with them so they can “teach” you how to use the equipment. they show you how to deadlift and how to work different muscles and how to engage your core- all too convenient excuses to press themselves up on you, broad and solid and hard against your back, and to get their hands all over you in your tight little workout outfit. and when they offer to help you stretch? well, they’re just being good friends, of course! bokuto’s got you on your back with your leg stretched so far up that your knee is touching your shoulder and he’s shushing your little whines of exertion, telling you he needs to “stretch ya nice ‘n deep, juuust like that.” it has you a little flustered and atsumu a lot jealous, eyes narrowed at the two of you and the compromising position his counterpart has you in. despite that feeling, he can’t deny the fact that his cock is stiffening up in his loose sweatpants.

roommate!atsumu, who has his ear against the wall when he hears what sounds like moaning coming from your room one late night when he can’t sleep. he’s right, it is moaning- it’s you moaning. he feels his cock stiffening up in his boxers, reaching down to palm and squeeze at himself as he imagines how you touch your own body. are you using your fingers, or a dildo? are you lying on your back, or humping into a pillow? he groans at the thought of you doing any of those things. on the other side of the hall in roommate!bokuto’s room, said man is in a similar situation. he’s got his lip between his teeth as he fucks into a fleshlight, eyes closed as he pretends it’s your hot little pussy that his cock is twitching inside of instead.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who would rather be dead than let some lowlife loser get into your pants. you don’t even bother trying to hookup with people anymore, deeming it a useless endeavor after the first several times that your roommates scared away the people you’d brought over. but they couldn’t care less. you’re theirs, whether you know it or not. you don’t need dick from some tinder guy who probably won’t even eat your pussy or make you cum until you’re sobbing. you need bokuto and atsumu. they can guarantee that they’ll have you in tears, screaming their names as you drench them and yourselves in yet another spray of squirt from your battered cunt.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who just cant wait any longer. they box you in after a movie, your back pressed into the wall as they murmur to you how bad they want you and how good they’ll treat you. it’s atsumu that can’t keep his hands to himself, pulling you against the hard plane of his chest as he holds your hips and does his best to convince you. he keeps you in place when bokuto kneels to yank your shorts down your thighs, pulling one of your legs out and throwing it over his shoulder. he wastes no time, tongue digging in like he’d just uncovered a 5-course meal. atsumu keeps you steady as you cry out for them, muttering “see? what’d we tell ya, baby? never gonna need those assholes again- not when ya got us” into your ear.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who bend and contort you into so many positions as they claim you. the strength and stamina of the two is overwhelming, staving off their own orgasms while they make you cum upwards of 4 times. they stretch your pussy so wide, and when they think they’ve fucked their shapes into you enough for now, they do the same to your asshole. it’s agonizing- how gentle they are, that is. they’re so slow and careful as they prep you, taking turns using their fingers to loosen the tight ring of muscle and when you’re finally ready, your cute little hole gaped and winking at them, they take you- one at a time, over and over.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who don’t fight over you anymore. they’re good at sharing you- they switch off on who gets to fuck your pussy and who gets to fuck your ass. and there’s nothing to be jealous about either, ‘cause whoever gets to fuck your pussy gets your cum sucked off of their cock by the other, so it’s a win-win for both of them. instead they focus their boundless energy into making you feel good every day—after all, if they keep your pussy wet and sore and stuffed full of cum then you won’t be looking for anyone else, right?

>authors_note: hey you attract what you fear right?

>ahhhh i’m so scared of bokuto and atsumu railing me while they kiss each other ahhhhh

>thank you for reading ♡︎

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rinsaint · 2 years

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I need more of loser suna or any other hq character pleasee ur writing is amazing😩❤️

Loser! atsumu who is secretly a pervert :(( He stares under your skirts in class when you bend down to pick something up and gets hard at the sight. He thinks about pinning you against a wall and fucking you until the only word you know is his name. So when you tutor him after school, he can’t help but keep looking at the valley of your breasts, imagining his cock between it. And he gets hard and he’s so so embarrassed about it and when you point it out, you yell at him telling him how ‘You’re a fucking pervert, you nasty fuck.’ ‘You’re so fucking pathetic.’ And he remembers those words because later on he fists his cock to the thought of it.

Loser! bokuto who is not really a loser but people call him that cause he’s such a himbo. He’s such an airhead so it’s so easy to just use him :(( He thinks you’re with him because he’s actually a pretty decent guy but you’re only with him because the sex is so fucking good. He babbles into your neck as his cock fucks into your pussy. Moaning into your cunt as he eats you out like it’s his last meal, and he always ends up cumming in his pants :\\ And it’s like he’s a little puppy, always following you around not letting you go anywhere by yourself. And when you try to break up multiple times with him, he’s on the brink of crying but then he tries to make it up to you by having the most toe curling sex. Whining and crying for you not to leave him, babbling on about how he needs you.

Loser! kuroo who is such a huge virgin. He’s pretty sure everyone knew that. He’s the nerd of campus and everyone comes to him for help so their work or they just either bribe him with something so he can do it all. Kuroo knew who you were, you were the girl everyone wanted around campus. He will admit, you were so fucking pretty, so when you come up to him, the most known girl in campus asking him to help you with a project and in return you’ll take his virginity, he doesn’t decline it. Even though he would’ve done it for you anyways. And when the time does come, he cums alot and he can’t stop whining when you bounce up and down on his cock. Calling him such mean, degrading, names which has his cock bucking into your pussy.

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kikiyoomis · 7 months

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things hq characters would do to cheer you up

ft. atsumu, bokuto, sakusa, hinata, kageyama, hoshiumi, ushijima

atsumu - if you’re having a hard time and atsumu can’t be there in person to help you, he’ll order food for you to eat. he could be across the country and the moment that he realizes that you’re feeling down about something, he would place an order down at a couple of restaurants and have them deliver it to your doorstep using the special notes portion to say a few words of encouragement.

bokuto - bokuto isn’t the best at giving soothing words so he does things to help get your mind off of things. you weren’t aware of it at first but soon enough his random requests to “help him with math homework” or “set for him because akaashi is busy” or “try the spicy noodle challenge with him” were all just ways he thought could help you take your mind off of the thing that brought your mood down.

sakusa - sakusa is more of a listener than a talker so if ranting is your way to feel better, then he’ll let you rant to him all you want. it could be for ten minutes or ten hours, for however long you wanted to talk about he would listen attentively and earnestly. it’s not good for your mental health to keep things bottled up so sakusa thinks that by letting it all out it would be the best way for him to help you.

hinata - he would binge your favourite movies or shows with you because he knows that your favourite things would help you feel better. he’ll buy your favourite snacks and drinks and make it this huge watch party even though it’s just the two of you. and despite having watched these movies/shows a hundred times because of you, he would still make crazy expressions as if it was his first time seeing it as an attempt to make you smile.

kageyama - wherever you wanted to go, kageyama will take you there. if you don’t know where to go, he will simply bring you to a cafe for sweets or a park to enjoy the nice day. kageyama doesn’t want to risk saying the wrong things to you so he gives you his time. he worries when he thinks you haven’t cheered up yet but he immediately brightens when he notices that you’re starting to feel better.

hoshiumi - because there’s a competitive drive within him, he usually strives to win anything. so when you’re feeling down, he’ll take you to an arcade to have some fun and then purposefully lose to let you have the win. he tries his hardest to make it seem authentic by either having it be really close or lose the best 2 out of 3 matches. even though you know he’s purposefully losing, you feel better about the fact that hoshiumi is really trying to let you have some fun to cheer you up.

ushijima - he’s a quiet supporter so while he won’t give some special words of encouragement outside of the default “you can do it” or “believe in yourself”, he’ll tidy up and give you a clean environment. he’ll put your things away and vacuum the floors just so that your environment won’t be stressing you out even more. he’s aware that he’s not a good cook so he’ll run out and buy some takeout food for you regardless of the weather.

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sugawarassoulmate · 1 year

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omg imagine just handing different sized cylinder objects to bokuto for him to hold and you inspect the way his hand fits around it before taking it back and giving him a slightly larger object and like maybe this is before you’re dating him and he’s just like uh so what are the rules of this game? This is a game right? Am i winning? 🤧 maybe you escalate and just wrap his hand around your neck to check who knows

still moving but still writing!

words: 245 cw: gn!reader, choking kink, hand kink, slight sub!bokuto, minors dni

"am—am i doing it right?" bokuto asks, easily gripping the can of beans in his large hand. the whole day you'd been shoving random items at bokuto and asking that he hold them.

"just one hand," you said before staring closely at his hand, watching how bokuto's fingers flex across whatever he's holding at the moment. each time he asks a question, you shush or wave him off with a "don't worry about it."

maybe you're just seeing how well his grip is—that's important for volleyball, right? you're being a good partner and making sure he's in prime condition.

but poor bo gets even more confused and a bit turned on when you place his hand around your neck, fingers placed carefully on the sides of your throat. "squeeze," you tell him.

bokuto protests at first but you shut him up with a simple, "be a good boy and squeeze," which he does without a second thought. it's still brief — the second bo sees your eyes roll to the back of your head and hears your breathing cut off, his protectiveness kicks into gear.

"fuck! baby i'm sorry did i do it too hard? i've never done this bef—"

you fall into his embrace, his strong arms quick to catch you as you stumble. "do it again, please? you did so well, baby boy."

any qualms bokuto had is pushed aside when he hears the desperation in your voice.

"anything for you, baby,"

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alexx013 · 11 months

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🌼Giving Haikyuu boys flowers🌼

When you were walking back from school, and passed the flower shop you saw pretty flowers that catched your attention. You decided to buy them for your bf. Which flower it is and how will they react?

Characters: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi

A/N: Hi everyone, hope you have a nice day. I legit got a hand cramp when I was posting this ;---; But oh well, hope you enjoy

Hinata ☀️

You'd give him: Sunflowers

This sunshine absolutely loves them

When you give them to him, you can see his eyes shining (shine bright like a diamond~)

Will immediately pull you into a hug and thank you over and over again

Would send you a pic of the flowers in a vase in his room when he gets home

Kageyama 🥛

You'd give him: Lilies

Also would like them, but tbh I think he'd be a bit confused on why you're buying him flowers

But you'd get his soft smile, and a bit of ear reddening as a reaction

Listen, he might not be verbal with his response but he for sure appreciates the gesture and will treasure the flowers

Might not send you a photo of the flowers, but would take one for himself

Tsukishima 🌙

You'd give him: Evening primrose

Also doesn't know why you want to buy him flowers

Also isn't very responsive after getting the flower, nod of thanks and a tiny blush appearing on his face

But after you visit him few days later you can see that the flowers are being well cared for and are placed in the best vase in his house (according to his mum)

Yamaguchi 🌱

You'd give him: Daisies

Instant bit of a red hue appearing on his ears & freckled face, just looks so adorable

Offers to pay, but upon losing to you in the fight over the payment accepts the gift, loves the flowers

He will forever be grateful for this sweet moment and will try to gift you something in return

He might give a name to the flower bouquet, but that's a secret 🤫 You'll only get the pictures of the flowers with sunset in background

Kenma 🐱

You'd give him: Lavender

Would also get shy, but deep down you know he appreciates the gift

I mean, you can guess that from his ears and neck turning a warm shade of pink

He would mutter a thanks, but when you try to jokingly steal the flowers he'd be like "Give that back, it's mine :("

Even if you don't know it, the plant would get a honorable place in his room (probably far away from his desk tho cause who knows how much sunlight get there)

Kuroo🐔

You'd give him: Pink roses

Would kinda be shocked by the sudden gesture but I don't think he'd show it

Listen, definitely the 4th season smirk and saying "Prettiest flowers for the prettiest boyfriend"

Would still love the flowers very much, and give you a head pat along with a thanks

He would research on when to water the flowers so it doesn't die and they stand in a vase in a sunny spot

Bokuto 🦉

You'd give him: Gerbera daisies

He would absolutely love them, and fall head over heels for you in this moment

Happy jumps & hugs, also would protect the flowers with all his might

He would definitely name each flower, and treat them like children... or try at least

And then at 23:05 you'd get a text "Your children miss you", and you'd be like what 👁️👄👁️

Akaashi ✨

You'd give him: Calla Lilies

Would definitely offer to pay, but would accept the gift after convincing

Would smile softly at you and then while gently "petting" the flowers along with saying a thank you

A little kiss on the forehead cause a hug could ruin the flowers

You know damn well that the flowers will be taken care of well

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yujivrs · 8 months

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* LET’S PLAY

drabbles. what sex toys do they use in bed.

contains. bokuto and atsumu / cunnilingus, praise, overstimulation, slight pet play.

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bokuto is a pleaser through and through. there’s never been a time where he’s left you unsatisfied, he’s the kind of guy who always puts your needs above his own. most of the time his head will be buried between your thighs, tongue lapping at your pussy, before he even thinks about fucking you. that’s why it’s no surprise that his favourite toy is something that’ll have you screaming his name.

the amused smirk on his face is impossible to miss. he loves it when you’re like this; a pretty, pliant mess all for him.

your hips buck up against the vibrator that’s pressed up on your clit, and you’re unsure of whether you should chase or get away from the overwhelming pleasure, it’s almost too much.

luckily, you don’t have to think about that — no, not when you have bokuto doting on you.

you feel his hands cupping your face and pushing away the messy strands of hair that are stuck to your sweat stained forehead, all while he’s maintaining his rhythm, his cock is still lazily rocking in and out of you.

“fuck— you feel so good, baby.” he whispers out, and bokuto can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes him when he feels your slick walls tighten up around him at the praise, “you like that?”

his finger fumbles for the switch and the sudden intensity of the toy has you gasping. you can feel his muscles tense up as you dig your nails into his back, the painful pleasure making him hiss in response.

“yeah, cum for me again, wanna see you cream on my cock.”

there’s no way anyone can convince me that atsumu isn’t secretly a sadist. he’s got that cocky air to him and believe me, it carries over into the bedroom too. he loves making you work for his praise, there’s just something about the way you whine his name when you’re all teary-eyed and needy that makes his dick twitch.

your face is shoved into a pillow as a desperate attempt to hide your embarrassment from how wet you are. you’re propped up on your elbows; back arched with your cunt dripping as you’re completely under his mercy.

there’s no need for you to even look, you already know what he’s planning. a soft, muffled gasp escapes your lips when you feel his fingers grazing your thigh and travelling up. they find their place firmly gripping onto your hips while he rubs the tip of his cock against your slick folds, smearing his arousal against your entrance before he bottoms out.

“mmh, that’s it..” he says with a groan.

he gives you a few slow thrusts before you feel his hands tugging at the leash, the pretty collar wrapped around your neck tightens up in response.

atsumu is strong and you’re even more aware of that when he’s fucking you because it doesn’t take much for him to pull you up against him, his chest now pressed against your back.

“don’t fuckin’ hide from me, pup.” he roughly grabs your chin and turns your head to face him before giving you a sloppy kiss, one that’s all tongue and spit.

“lemme hear those pretty moans, yeah?”

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forusomimiya · 9 months

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@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”

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ushiwhacka · 1 year

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time skip! bokuto kōtarō + fem! reader | mdni | 1,118 words | established relationship, talk of alcohol consumption (reader is tipsy), oral (m! receiving), slow sex, grinding, marking (m! receiving), pet names (baby, angel), request, they're so in love yuck <3

tipsy on delicious cocktails, you had spent the night dancing with your friends. your hands running up and down the sides of your body, hips swaying to the music, relishing in hungry eyes drinking you in. but all you could think about was your sweet, sweet boyfriend. pussy throbbing at the thought of rubbing up against his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen. so impatient as you take his hand and lead him to the toilets. have him fuck you against the stall door without a thought of who might hear you. maybe suck him off in the backseat of the taxi on the way home. just to show him how much you love and appreciate him.

you shriek when you see bokuto sitting on the couch still awake. he looks so delicious with his legs spread like that, cotton shorts sitting low on his hips and his hand mindlessly running over his exposed stomach. “you waited up for me!” it’s silly but you cannot contain your excitement at the sight of him.

“i always do.”

warmth spreads from your belly to your cheeks, smiling all woozy as you approach him. maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s the thought of him watching the clock, checking his phone, worrying about you. whatever it is, you’ve never felt more smitten with him than right now and you’re just itching to touch him, feel his skin all warm against yours. “do you think i’m hot?” unsteady feet move clumsily around each other as you twirl for him, trying your very hardest not to lose your balance.

he catches you by the waist, pulls you closer. your pretty dress hiking up your thighs as you straddle him. “the hottest, prettiest girl in the world.” his big hands feel so warm and familiar as they sink into your hips, keeping you in place before you get the chance to start grinding against him. he knows you, knows that devious look in your eyes. and as hard as it is to resist, you’ve been drinking and you need rest. and he needs to be responsible. right? right? but you’re pawing at his chest and twisting your fingers around his nipples and he can feel how damp your panties are sitting on his stomach.

he can barely grasp at his composure.

“and you’re the best boyfriend ever.” his spine tingles as you run your tongue up the column of his neck. it’s wet and sloppy, and kōtarō has to swallow a moan as you keep kissing and nibbling and sucking on his sensitive skin, leaving dark marks along a trail of saliva. “i wan’ you so bad, baby.” he will regret this in the morning. “i’ve been thinking about you all night.” he will regret it but you sound so breathy and irresistible.

you taste of pineapple and sweet cream as you lick along his bottom lip and he’s so close to stuffing your needy pussy full right on that couch. but no. “you need to go to sleep.”

“no.” you’re pouting now. “i need your cock -” and his dick jumps as you take one of his hands in yours and drag it up to your throat. “- right here.”

bokuto throws his head back, a deep, velvety groan escaping his lips. you’ll be the death of him and soon. he’s tried so very hard to be sensible. but he’s just a man. a very very seriously horny man. so his long fingers dig into the fat of your ass, and you’re reminded of just how strong he is as he lifts you both up off the couch. then he lets you order him around until he’s butt naked and reclining on your headboard, eyes fixated on how perfect you are as you slide out of your dress.

he hisses as you start crawling towards him, nails tickling their way up to his thighs. soft hands wrap around the base of his cock as you lean down to press a kiss just under the tip. then your lips drag across the underside of his shaft to his beautiful, full, round balls. they’re just so cute, so satisfying to suck on. and he sounds so pretty when he whines. thighs twitching, his stomach taut and tense. really, he could cum just from this. but it’s not like that would make you stop anyways.

it’s just that he has the most perfect cock. hot and heavy and fat in the middle. a pretty, flushed head. and so so so very sensitive. leaking pearly beads of precum that you lick off just to spit them back on his length again. a glob of saliva running down the side of it. then your lips wrap around his tip and he’s cursing under his breath. your tongue darting out as you take more of him into your mouth. you make it messy, drool leaking down your chin, his fingers tangled in your hair. just how he likes it. panting out little oohs and aahs “fuck, fuck, fuck,” hips bucking up, “right there, f-fuck. fuck.” and you love every second of it, wiggling your ass as your eyes meet his. broken moans and the sound of you gagging slightly as he hits the back of your throat echo in the room. and he’s so close to cumming, so close to spilling himself inside your mouth. and then he feels it.

your teeth scraping along his shaft.

not hard enough to be painful, but enough to scare him. large hands pull your face away from his crotch. a panicked “fuck, baby, don’t bite my dick off!” as he squishes your cheeks.

“i would never!” you gasp. “it’s my favourite toy.” you’re giggling as he lifts you up to his chest. “i think you liked it a little bit.”

the only answer you get is him burying himself inside your soaked pussy in one almost painful thrust. he takes a moment to collect himself before he starts fucking you excruciatingly slowly and you can feel every inch and every vein as he fills you so completely.

“bo,” you whine, “i love you so much.”

“i love you more, angel.”

and he’s cradling the back of your neck, your face pressed into his chest as he continues to rut into you, hips flush together. sticky with sweat and too hot, but it’s all so perfect and tender and loving. his lips against your forehead, whispering all forms of i love you. delirious with pleasure but you hope he means it.

a breathed out “i wanna marry you.” spoken so naturally, like it’s something he’s said a thousand times over. it makes your heart melt in your chest. and, yes, you especially hope he means that.

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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