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ayoharuko · 1 year

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Haikyuu Bf Headcanons

Hi and welcome back!

This time, make way for our owls~! Now i’ll only be doing Akaashi and Bokuto since I don’t know the others well enough...

Also sorry this one took long, I kinda fell out of Haikyuu and din’t have the motivation to finish this. But I rewatched Haikyuu and I realized how I missed it, soo I hope you guys enjoy :3

Hope you guys enjoy this! Reader here is Gender Neutral :)

REMINDER: These characters do not belong to me and belong to Haruichi Furudate, also this work is all fictional so please try not and take these too seriously :)

(Furokodani Boys)

~Kotaro Bokuto~ (Mr. Owl)

~Himbo Boyfriend~

- He’s a huge Himbo. My man definitely did not know he was inlove with you nor did he notice the hints you’d drop.

- As a boyfriend, Bokuto can be a little bit of a handful, thats because of his moodswings, at one point, you had to go to Akaashi for some advice.

- He loves cuddles, or just holding and touching you in general. PDA is a yes for him as well!

- Bokuto probably has a habit of ALWAYS yelling your name in public. Like your probably just walking to your class and Bokuto starts excitedly yelling your name like a child lol

- Sulks when you can’t make it to his matches, for Akaashi’s sake and the teams please go-

- He probably asks advice from Kuroo, like...he hasn’t liked anyone before ya know...so his a little clueless....

- The advice he gets from Kuroo are cringe worthy. Consists of flirting with you and telling you cheesy jokes lol

- He’ll do WHATEVER you want him to do, this man is DEDICATED to making you happy. He never wants to see a frown on your face.

- This man is set on marrying you when y'all graduate, so just be patient alright?

Nicknames: Babyowl, love of my life and princess

~Scenario Time:

You couldn't make it to one of Bokuto’s matches and you were sure as heck that he was sulking and Akaashi and the team is dealing with a upset Bokuto...

So you decided to tell your club leader that you won’t be attending your meeting because of personal matters and you ran to Furokodani’s count and slammed the doors open yelling, ‘’KOTAROOOO GOO YOU CAN DO ITT!!’’

Instandly Bokuto looked at you and his eyes sparkled and quickly asked Akaashi to let him in the match, Akaashi smiled and nodded and looked at you bowing as a thank you.

The rest of the match Bokuto was in high spirits and he gave you a big smooch :3

~Keiji Akaashi~ (Oya 1)

~Sweetheart Boyfriend~

- HE IS SUCH A SWEETHEART OMG

- Definitely gave you flowers at your first date and asked your parents(and siblings if you have one) for their approvals, and of course they said its fine! Akaashi is such a sweetheart that they already arranged marriage for you both-

- Probs planned your wedding already, thats how much he loves you. Also has a ring in mind already :o

- He cooks and prepares bento’s for you. Like its a well balanced meal too! Akaashi probably wants to practice baking just to feed you-

- His very thankful If you help him handle the man baby Bokuto since poor Keiji is stressed :(

- He loves when you cheer for him, but he doesn't like it when your near the court since his afraid that you might get hit by a ball(Probably because of Bokuto’s stupid ass) so its best your somewhere very high :)

- He has a beautiful and soft voice, like when he sings or hums it sounds soo smooth, so your lucky you get to hear that when you ask him to sing~

- Lets you borrow his homework but also teaches you, his a great tutor!~

- He holds your hand tight in public because he doesn't want you to get lost or hurt.

- Akaashi is a sweet and gentle lover, he treats you like you his queen/king/royal..so would you stay with him forever?

Nicknames: My blossom, My love, darling and princess

~Scenario Time:

‘’My love....what happened?’’ Your boyfriend asked as he cleaned your bleeding wound at the nurses office.

‘’I fell down the stairs...’’ Eyes tearing up a bit at the pain of your wounds on your elbows...

Akashi sighs and finishes putting bandages on your elbows and knees. He stands up from kneeing down and hugs you.

‘’Be careful next time my blossom...I don’t like you getting hurt...’’ He said kissing your head, ‘’I’ll try Keiji’’ You responded smiling and hugging him back.

That same day Akaashi took you on a cafe date and you both had a lovey date :3

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You’ve reached the end~

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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boyfriend!bokuto kotaro headcannons II sugar level: 0.9k allergen warning/s: n/a regulars: @hanayanetwork

bon appetit!

♧ would BEG to do the pocky challenge with his partner and don't they dare turn him down >:( he just wants a kith okay?? is that too much to ask???

♧ the biggest cuddlebug. he swears he can just lay and have his partner in his arms for hours. him holding them is really more security for him than it is for them.

♧ likes being kissed so much. way too much. he likes being kissed all over his face until he's reduced to nothing but blushing and giggling goo.

♧ will point to his partner and shout "that one was for you" every time he scored a point with his powerful spikes or got a service ace. warning: will go into emo mode if he shouted that out and ended up missing. proceed with caution.

♧ asks his sisters and maybe even his mom about how to woo his partner or how to be more romantic (only for them to tell him that while it was a nice gesture, he should just be himself).

♧ his mother likes flowers and all things gardening, so as a child, he had a very spacious garden he can run and play volleyball in. now as a teenager, he has a garden he can pick flowers from to give to his partner -- his mom doesn't mind, in fact, she encourages it. she even tells him he should try to grow his own flowers to gift so it'll feel more personal.

♧ so so whiny when he isn't getting any attention or affection from his partner. this huge, tall, beefy man will pout and whine 4 cuddles shamelessly, thank u. it's probably because he's the youngest sibling so he's so used to people praising him and paying attention to him :((

♧ he isn't ashamed of now much he loves his partner, of how he's so stupidly in love with them. his friends could tease him and call him whipped all they want, he doesn't care. he would move mountains for his baby owl and wants the world to know.

♧ falls in and out of love so easily -- well, it wasn't quite love, but that's how he explains it. crocheting, making clay keychains, chinchillas, you name it. but when he actually falls in love with someone, he falls deep and it's rare for him to fall out of love with them. stays in the puppy love stage of the relationship for so long :( a year into the relationship and he still finds so much comfort in nuzzling into them, still blushes when they brush hair from his face and still breaks out into that thousand watt smile when they call him pretty for the umpteenth time.

♧ not allowed to wear lipstick in public. he looks good with it on, yeah, especially sheer, glittery lipgloss that just has a tint of pink and bokuto most certainly does not have an ounce of toxic masculinity in his body, but the thing is, the man cannot stop kissing all over his partner's face and that does not change when they're in public - it only lessens - unless they're uncomfortable with that where of course he'll respect their boundaries, but if not and he wears lipstick while in public then his partner will end up having a ton of stains on their face, all of them in the shape of his plump lips.

♧ his partner's biggest hypeman! no matter the outfit, whether they're in pajamas or something they put a lot of effort into, bokuto will also let them know how gorgeous he finds them and he's so good at it because he's genuine.

♧ crumbles completely when his partner cries :( he tries his best to not let it show since all the focus should be on his partner and making them feel better, but he can't help the way tears escape his eyes at the sight - or even just the thought - of his lover being in any sort of pain.

♧ hates routines. they're so boring to him, no fun at all so he makes sure to bring his partner to all sorts of places for their dates. restaurants to museums - which is not his favorite because he wants to touch everything - to arcades, you name it, bokuto has probably taken his partner there (and if not, his partner has taken him there).

♧ his love language is physical touch so expect that he'll always be touching or kissing his partner. he loves cuddling or being cuddled - he really doesn't mind either - and lives to get showered by cute little kisses. it makes him giggle and he's just so adorable i can't put it into words :((

♧ the type to bring his partner to some overpriced dance lesson with a stuck up instructor and even worse clients -- "i didn't know they would be so uncool" he pouted when his partner asked him about it. he'd do so badly, but only because he's not following the steps. he's only supposed to spin his partner under his arm one time and after that, they would curtsy to the audience, but here he is, spinning them five times and catching their pretty face in his large hands after, placing feather-light kisses all over. it's a feeling he's such he can never get rid of and thinks that getting kicked out of the lessons is totally worth it.

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hxltic · 1 year

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imagine bokuto fucking you so good from behind

you’re laid flat on your stomach, where he has two large hands digging into the small dip of your back. He’d already fucked you out, so now with every dragged curl of his hips, it feels ten times longer. He’d go slow before increasing speed.

Sweat is dripping down your body and wetting your hair. He does that lopsided full grin of his and brushes his own sweat droplets from his forehead, before shifting weight completely to his palms and slamming down almost fully parallel to your body. You were pinned. Your walls tugged against the length of him, massaging his cock in a way no fist can. You were tight but so fucking wet, and with every slap of his forgotten balls you get closer and closer to what,, your 4th orgasm?

“H-ah fuck! Oh m’god Ko-“

The bed rocks with every roll, your chin slowly falls with the weight of your head, and your eyes droop inconsistently. You start to mumble to no one into the covers.

“Mmph, fills s’gud,” you’d whine.

“Just hold out for me alright baby? You’re takin’ it like a fucking champ.”

He adjusts one hand to disperse along the whole portion of your back, allowing him to grab one arm and fold it into his hold. He copied the movements for the other while your hips naturally rise. You, him, and the bed bullied the supporting wall together, causing scratch marks of dark grey to stain it. With the loss of cognizance, you didn’t notice how he wasn’t as horizontal anymore, but was pressed more on his knees. The strength he even has to do that is insane— and honestly, you wish you could admit it—but you were too distracted by the slight upward angle this entailed.

If your eyes weren’t rolled back, they were now. Your jaw hung slack when they first shot wide, portraying on your face the exact feeling of ecstasy that ran through your veins. Bokuto noticed how you became stagnant for just a split second. Idle, even.

You then shivered and shook as you sporadically pushed your hips back in an escape. Of course, this was futile with no arms.

“H-Oh my fucking god Kotarō,” your voice was higher than he’d ever heard it.

He just roughed you up towards him, grabbing you by the fat of your ass connecting to your hips, and slipped himself back in like nothing happened. When you tried to wiggle away, you successfully got him to let one hand loose, but the consequence was that one shoulder was on the bed and the other wasn’t, so now your neck was craning to look at him by the side in doggy.

Thrusting into you in a new position where there was nothing left of his dick to see, you could’ve screamed. There was no buildup or anything, he hit the same spot about twice a second, but you were out of energy. In this moment he sacrificed speed for power. With a mindless, animalistic groan, you pushed against him from inside and came. The mixed-haired man smiled once white started to peek out whenever he thrusted. Your ass stained red along with your tightly held wrist.

So you laid there and took it all instead, half mentally here and half not. He only laughed that boisterous laugh from behind you and forced your hips down. They’d ricochet off, then return with momentum. It was hot and wet, a lewd scene with your mixed sounds and his loud grunts. And you know when Bokuto wants something, he goes all out.

He knew you knew the safe word, and he knew you knew when to use it; therefore, he’d fuck you until you could barely think. You loved it.

He’d taunt, “You tryna run away?”

“Hummph”

“sorry babe, what was that?”

“n’mm.”

“close enough.” he concludes breathlessly.

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forusomimiya · 7 months

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"Be quiet, my parents are home" Bokuto couldn't even keep his own promise. Not if he had a close-up of your ass going up and down on his cock. "Ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn"

You covered your mouth to stifle your moans as Bokuto took control of your ass, handling it as he pleased, jerking off slowly and pleasurably with it at the same time as his mouth watered as he admired his cock disappearing completely in your pussy. "Does that feel good?" a groan and your eyes rolling back served as your reply as he bottomed out. "So pathetic".

“Please— Don’t st-”

"Shut up and take it just like that baby, just like that!" his heart shrank at the thought that his parents might have heard you, which was no wonder when Bokuto set his feet up on the bed to fill you deeper as he was meant to, filling the room with dirty and noisy onslaughts. The night was long and he wasn't going to waste your visit. "Lay on me baby girl, 'cause I got more, I got— fucking more"

A chuffed smile shone on your face, Bokuto's touch on your body melting into his as he disappeared and became a bag of moans and whimpers lashing in your ear. "Give me all, birthday boy"

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ushiwhacka · 1 year

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time skip! bokuto kōtarō + fem! reader | mdni | 439 words | established relationship, oral (f! receiving), fingering, overstimulation, this is what i think about in meetings <3

wearing gym tights around bokuto is always a risk. sometimes all you get is a harsh smack on your ass, the soft flesh jiggling under the force of his large hand, leaving a stinging print on your skin.

but more often, you end up bent over the nearest surface, his cock fucking into your cervix and your ass squeezed raw and marked by his grabby, impatient hands. or with his tongue dipping inside you, exploring every crevice between your legs.

right now that surface is the couch. he only needs a few seconds before your head is pressed in the cushions, back arched so perfectly beneath the weight of his arms, and your pussy nice and bare and ready for him. tights pulled down your thighs, the fat of them spilling over the waistband where it digs into your body, bokuto buries his face between your legs with a whine.

you feel a flash of embarrassment at the obscene slurping sounds spilling from deep within his chest as he makes out with your twitching cunt. his thumbs push into your skin, spreading you open before he kisses your tiny hole. “s’ pretty, my cute little pussy.” and you can feel how breathless, how choked up he is. “taste so good.”

his tongue dips between your folds, sweet and sticky like honey over it, and little strangled whines pour from your lips. and he’s so messy, half of his face covered in your slick, barely even breathing. he backs away for a moment but only to look at how you clench over nothing. “you’re perfect.” dipping his thumb inside you as he taps his fingers on the soft flesh of your pussy.

then he licks a slow strip from your clit up to your entrance. soft whines turn into wailing as he roughly moves his flat tongue up and down over your clit, over and over and over again. your hips are bucking into his face. then away. it’s too much. but it feels so good. you want it all and you want to get away. but his arms wrap around you, strong enough to hold you nice and still and open as his lips wrap around your clit.

the thoughts seep out of your brain until you’re limp and pliant, sinking deeper into the sofa. your swollen cunt gushing. and bokuto is there to collect it all, feel you drip on his tongue and down his throat, demanding more and more and more and more until your cheeks are stained with tears and your pussy aches for release. and he still hasn’t had enough.

“jus’ one more, baby. one more.”

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a little angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol in your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she wants to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?”

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while separated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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petriquors · 1 year

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POV: your best friend is in love with you

a/n: post-timeskip, MSBY4, gn!reader

🤍 MIYA ATSUMU 🤍

“Hell no.”

“What do you mean, ‘hell no’?” you whine. “Come on, Atsumu; I haven’t been on a date in months—”

“Because men are animals—”

“You’re an animal!”

Touché, Atsumu thinks, while he stares at your bedroom ceiling. He’s supposed to be helping you pick out an outfit for this first date you have planned for tonight, and, genuinely, he doesn’t like anything you’re picking out. Every outfit looks perfect on you, so much that his heart leaps into his throat every time you emerge from your closet, and that’s exactly why they’re not good enough.

Because you won’t be wearing them on dates with him. Like an animal, you said, he’s territorial; and no one deserves to be going on dates with his best friend when it’s so obvious that you’re meant to be with him.

🤍 BOKUTO KORATO 🤍

Panic sets in as soon as Kotaro realizes what he just did. There were lips. And skin. His lips. Your skin.

All you were doing was giving him a hug goodbye. You hug him all the time, even though he’s started holding you a little tighter; you’ve started to joke that he’s going to crush you with his chest. It’s adorable.

He’s been playing with fire lately, between the tighter hugs, the lingering looks, the fleeting touches to your hands and the small of your back. But now, he thinks that he’s about to get burned.

He kissed your forehead.

It was just for a second, a quick brush of his lips against your skin while you were in his arms. Now that the hug is over, you’re standing in front of him, smiling.

You pat his arms, smile a little wider, and finally tear yourself away. “See you later, Ko!”

He breathes a heavy sigh while he watches you leave. You didn’t notice. Deep down, Kotaro wishes that you did.

🤍 HINATA SHOYO 🤍

“Hey, sunshine!”

When he hears Hinata shout a cliche pet name at the top of his lungs, Meian picks his head up to watch what’s about to happen, betting that Hinata’s going to get a Sakusa-shaped elbow to the face. Where he expects to see his glowering junior, however, he sees you.

You giggle something in response, and the MSBY captain watches Hinata’s face light up from over your shoulder. You fling your arms around him. He pulls you into his chest. It makes Meian’s heart ache as if someone’s squeezing his hand too hard.

“Sunshine, huh?” he teases Hinata once you’re out of sight. “Since when are you dating anybody?”

Hinata gives him a blank stare. “We’re not dating. That’s my best friend.”

Meian can’t help the way he rolls his eyes, or the dry, disbelieving chuckle that falls from his lips. “Yeah, sure they are.”

🤍 SAKUSA KIYOOMI 🤍

The weight of a month-long training camp falls on your shoulder when Kiyoomi’s head rolls to the side. “Missed you,” he mumbles, eyes closed.

He’s next to you on your sofa, after he dragged himself to your apartment first thing when he got back—before even going to his own place.

He had shampoo and a spare change of clothes already packed, anyway. And when Kiyoomi, exhausted from the frustration of a new routine, shows up at your door, who are you to deny him a warm shower and a shoulder to rest his head on? It’s what best friends are for, you told yourself.

Little do you know, that’s what he told himself, too, but he was trying to convince himself that’s all this is, and absolutely nothing more.

“‘M glad you’re home,” you murmur, patting his wet curls.

There’s a tiny, upward twitch to his lip. Best friends, he reminds himself. That’s definitely all this is.

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kissinkou · 13 days

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LIKE A CHAMP .ᐟ

ft. msby bokuto

cw : highly suggestive. making out. groping. cursing. stripping clothes. allusions to s3x. petnames (baby). locker room activities with beefy yummy bokuto :3 @omitea @steleir for my wifies !!

wc : 1k

you can hardly hear yourself yelling over the crowd of cheers that erupt through the stands. large signs are held high with famous players jersey numbers, and the stomps of feet throughout the bleachers create a loud rhythmic bang. the boom, boom, boom of shoes against the metal as the athletes fall to the floor in celebration.

your hands clap as you look across the court, smiling wide at your husband who pumps his fist high in the air, loud yell of pure ecstasy coming straight from his mouth. you see him look to the crowd, seemingly searching until he’s able to lock eyes with you. his grin is so wide you feel as though theres a light shining in your eyes, his teammates slapping his back in praise.

bokuto is immediately striding over to you once he gets the go ahead from his coach, practically tackling you into a hug stronger than a bear, squeezing you tight. you can feel the sweat that sticks to his body, seeing a droplet run down his forehead when he pulls back to rattle you by your shoulders.

“ baby ! you saw me, yeah ? you saw me win that point ? did you ? ”

you can’t help but giggle at his frantic need for your praiseful answer, hand coming up to his face with a smile spreading onto your lips.

“ i did. it was a great game ! you did amazing ! im so proud of you, kou. ”

and that’s when you see it. the smallest but mischievous glint that pools into his eyes, and he may try to laugh it off as if it were nothing, but you know him.

you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the earlier words that left your mouth, but it led to your hand being taken and practically dragged to the mens lockeroom.

theres a sudden slam that resonates throughout the echoey walls, your back coming into contact with the locker behind you.

“ what— kou-mmph ! ”

you’re taken by surprise when a pair of lips smash into yours, teeth clashing in a frantic hurry as your question gets stolen from your mouth.

“ m’ sorry baby— i just— please. ” bokuto muffles, plea’s slipping from his mouth between the kisses he leaves on your lips, hot breath fanning over your face.

bokuto’s hands begin to roam across your body now, squeezing at the soft plush of your hips that has you instinctively rolling them onto nothing.

you can feel the tingles that shoot up from your feet to your spine, knees buckling into eachother. there’s a familiar heat that pools into your stomach, and one look at bokuto is all he needs to know his next move.

his lips are still devouring yours, tongue swiping at your bottom lip as a silent ask to delve deeper. you allow him, opening your mouth just the slightest bit more so he can push his tongue past your lips and onto yours.

your hands slip from his forearms, traveling up his biceps to the back of his neck. your fingers grasp the small hairs at his nape, which makes bokuto let out a shakey breath into your mouth.

“ you don’t understand— how bad i wanted this. ” he starts, large hands now dangerously close to the plump of your bottom.

“ looked so fuckin’ pretty in the stands baby. just wanted to— have you right then. ” he starts to babble nonsense, groping your ass in a harsh squeeze that has you whimpering in his hold.

his skin is wet, hot, and sticky from the earlier match he had just played. sweat trickled down from his sideburns as it pooled under his chin, and you can feel the buldge in his uniform growing stiffer by the minute. your hand travels to the tent in his shorts, fingers just barely grazes over his print, and bokuto sucks in a harsh hiss through his teeth. always so sensitive.

his mouth begins to peck the corners of your lips, moving south down your neck with sloppy wet kisses. bokuto lets his lips hover over your skin for a moment, before he’s delving into your jugular to leave a soft bite on your most sensitive spot.

“ mm!— kou… ” is what comes out of your mouth next, egging him on before bokuto loses all sense of control he has.

his kisses have grown hungrier, keeping your lips latched onto his as he lifts you from your thighs. he keeps devouring you, effortlessly keeping you upright as he carries you to a separate area of the locker rooms.

there’s a clash and a bang, shower room door swinging open but you both don’t seem to mind it. your legs are wrapped around bokuto’s small waist, his hands on your ass the only thing keeping you steady. your back hits yet another wall, the tile cold against your skin.

“ i want— oh fuck ! ” you yell out in a sudden gasp, taken by surprise by the lukewarm water that shoots out of the showerhead in steamy streams.

you’re both soaked from head to toe in tapwater, and bokuto’s hair starts to fall down, strands tickling his nose. his clothes grow heavy on himself, sinking in to his skin and putting his abs on display through his jersey.

“ what baby ? cmon’, tell me want you want— please ? ” bokuto beckons, mumbling through the lips that trail hot kisses from your neck to your collarbones.

you take a deep, shaky breath to recollect your surroundings, thinking of every possible outcome of the situation at hand. you’re in the locker room showers, for godsake. but you know there’s no turning back now, love and needy lust swirling in you and your husbands irises like a whirlpool of desire.

“ —you. i want you. ”

bokuto’s fervant hands reach to lift the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in a hurry to strip you until you’re bare and for the taking.

you’re both exposed to eachother, hair wet and as soaked as you are as his fingers lay a playful squeeze at the skin of your naked hip. he doesn’t try to hide the neediness that takes over him anymore, pulling and groping any part of you he can get his hands on, your warm flesh being fondled lewdly.

“ i’ll give you whatever you want. you’ll be proud of me then, too, yeah ? ”

©KISSINKOU — do not copy, steal, plagiarize, take inspo from without consulting, or translate my work.

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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Imagine Bokuto as your boyfriend when you’re on your period.

You’re in pain and don’t have any medicine on hand.

You’re too embarrassed to ask a teacher to just go home especially cause you know how they react to “the monthly ailment” and so during your lunch break you consider heading to the convenience store for painkillers but it’s not a lot of time before your next class begins, you’re in too much pain to run (and couldn’t make it all the way without collapsing on a normal day anyway) and the bus doesn’t come in time. But not to worry, your boyfriend is right there already warming up to sprint to the pharmacy.

“But what about your lunch?”

Bokuto just shrugs, stretching his torso from left to right. “Doesn’t matter. Plus it’s a great workout.”

And he pecks you on the cheek before racing away. You’re so overcome with emotion by his sweetness that you call after him “I love you, Bokuto Kotarou!!”.

He almost runs into a street lamp, turns, takes a deep breath and yells back “I LOVE YOU TOO, Y/N!!!”

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teamatsumu · 6 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 20

scratching - bokuto koutaro x reader

word count: 750

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In his first week of joining MSBY, Hinata received the shock of his life when he first saw Bokuto shirtless in the locker room.

“Bokuto-san!” He had gasped, eyes widening when they fell on his senpai’s back. Red scratches lined the wide expanse of skin, some long and thin, some short and choppy, scattered between them were small, crescent shaped markings that looked an awful lot like nails digging into skin. Bokuto had turned around at the sound of his name, staring curiously at Hinata until the boy had gestured to Bokuto’s marred back questioningly. He laughed.

Bokuto was a beast on the court. So he didn’t understand why people were surprised that he was a beast in bed too. Nothing about him was subtle, so of course, the remnants of his sex life lived on his skin proudly, and he had no desire to hide them. After Hinata got over his initial shock, he realized how on-brand this actually was. Bokuto was an intense person, loud and proud, and he met the same standards in all areas of his life. All of them.

So when Bokuto fucked you into the mattress, pounded his cock into your little hole, he didn’t protest against your body’s reactions, didn’t mind when you screamed and arched, arms wrapping around him and nails digging deep into his skin. He welcomed it, reveled in the pricking and burning on his back when you dragged your fingers over it, crying into his ear about how good it felt, how you had missed his cock filling you up the way it was right now. He would watch your teary eyes and flushed face, feeling the last vestiges of his control slip away at how pathetic and whiny you looked, reduced into a mess because of him.

Your feet would kick out, twitching and trembling when he found that one glorious spot deep inside you, the tip of his dick hitting it again and again, hips smacking into you with purpose. One of his hands would reach for the headboard, holding himself steady as he lost himself to the feeling of your tight, fluttering walls, squeezing so gloriously around his shaft that it only made him go faster, thrust harder, hearing you squeal and arch until your breasts pressed to his bare torso, and your nails dug deep, likely drawing blood, little swipes of your hands as you came around his dick, crying at how good he made you feel.

There was a sharp, sharp sting that came with your nails. When you would first dig them into Bokuto’s back, he didn’t feel much, but as time passed and Bokuto kept thrusting into you, he would feel a thin burn, tracks of it shooting their way down his back until they made him tense up, and all the blood rushed to his cock. The pain would muddle his brain so gloriously it made him feral. And all he could think of was filling your begging, weeping cunt full of his cum.

The snug, wet warmth of your pussy, combined with the tingling fire on his back, was what made him empty his load into you, eyes rolling up as his hips stuttered, smacking his hips into you one last time before he came deep inside, feeling as if his very soul was being sucked out of him and into the welcoming embrace of your greedy cunt. It was enough to make Bokuto black out for a moment, so lightheaded that, for a split second, he would forget his own name.

He wouldn’t even register the aftereffects of your passionate activities until he heard your horrified gasp behind him in the shower.

“Kou, your back!” Your eyes wide with guilt, one hand covering your mouth in shock. Bokuto would blink in confusion as you fussed over him, not understanding what the big deal was. So you had scratched him up while having sex, what was the problem here? It felt good when you did it, and it still felt good afterward. He could feel the sting whenever he moved, a reminder of his bedroom activities, a huge boost to his ever-hungry ego. And when he would try to explain it to you, proudly yet childishly calling them ‘battle scars’, you would huff out a worried laugh, only backing down when he reassured you over and over again that he liked it, loved it, in fact. Would proudly carry the signs of your pleasure on his back. Would be willing to show everyone how good he made his girl feel.

The entire volleyball team already knew, and if some paparazzi were to conveniently catch him shirtless at any time, the whole world would know too. And Bokuto had no problem with that.

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xfgpng · 11 months

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he always needs to be inside you. you both try to be productive when you’re spending time together even when you have so much to do.

it usually starts off okay. he just wants to be closer to you so he’ll sit beside you while you both work but then his hands start to wonder and you tilt your head to the side to give him access to your pretty neck.

and GOD, you smell so fucking good that he can’t resist even if he did try and he doesn’t. he never does. he just wants you.

all.the.time

“just a little bit more baby please” he groans, his voice sounds so whiny and desperate that you can’t help but let him have his way with you. it feels so good and you love the power you have over him.

“fuck” he chokes out, “you make me feel so good baby, so fucking good”

|| eren, gojo&bokuto

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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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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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kairiscorner · 6 months

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KAIRI I GOT YOU! I NEED ME SOME FLUFF WITH MY BOYS BOKUTO AND DAICHI THEY HAVE BEEN IN MY MIND NONSTOP PLEASE AND THANK YOU

OFC DEAR, I GOTCHU (sorry i got back to this late, school is ASS)

his girl. (part 1)

summary: a day in the life of being their girlfriend, of them being totally and utterly smitten with you.

a/n: no, you're not in a poly relationship with them unfortunately :')) but i hope y'all like these small scenarios! please don't be shy to request for any haikyuu characters with this prompt!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ daichi sawamura

it is no surprise that daichi is the captain of the karasuno males' volleyball team–what's there not to like about him? he's experienced, strong, very friendly, yet he makes it clear that he cares about the members outside of volleyball, that he cares about those he loves as people, not just as teammates or colleagues.

and of course, the same could be said about how he feels towards you, his beloved partner.

one thing to note about daichi is that he is a worrier, beneath that tough and sometimes scary image he has, he only gets this way when he's worried–when things get out of hand; and when it comes to you, daichi can't help but fuss over you a lot, but he is never overbearing, mind you.

he gives you your space when you need it, lets you figure out what you have to do to grow as a person and to let you live a little more independent from him–but he lets you know that, when things get tough, he wants to be your refuge; to be the one you come to seeking comfort in and helping you catch your breath from such awful or bustling days.

"now, now... don't beat yourself up, they were all small mistakes. yeah, sure, some of them might have lasting effects, but i know you're doing everything you can to make up for it; i'm right here for you, so please, don't ever worry about it–we'll handle it, together."

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ kotaro bokuto

he may be a bit immature, sometimes clueless that he is being immature–but can he help it, wanting to live in the moment and enjoy his last year of high school? especially with his girlfriend–you.

bokuto is a loud, boisterous guy with a massive confidence; he's kind of the stark opposite of you, and he loves that very much. he likes being all loud around the rest of the guys on the team when he's talking about you, whining about how the day's way too long for him to not spend every hour with you, and he loves catching your eye when you enter the court during their practice matches to see him play.

he goes absolutely crazy when he sees you in the crowd, he will personally go out of his way and climb into the bleachers just to hug you, to shower you with affection that's long overdue.

akaashi tries to stop him and hold him back from attracting too much attention towards you two, but as long as you're okay with it, bokuto finds no reason to not give the only girl he's made to love all the love, affection, attention and devotion he has for you.

"babe, i swear, i'm gonna win every set for you–every game you come to, you keep me going! i'm gonna make sure we win, not because i want to, but because it'll make you smile, right? so, the opposing team can bring it on, because i'll make sure we win, and i'll make sure you'll be proud of me–every single time!"

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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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