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kiss me more (bokuto x reader)
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chapter 3: him again??
(this one is pretty short)
The next day at work, you were sitting at your desk again uploading some files to your portfolio. You had already flamed Yachi during lunch for the failed blind date.
"I'm really sorry (y/n)! I had no idea he was going to cancel last minute, but the train company he works for was experiencing an issue and called him in so he wasn't-"
"Yachi, really it's fine. I'm just making fun of you" you said between bites of your chicken caesar salad. You subconsciously smiled thinking about the man and his handsome features from the night before. Yachi giggled at the dreamy look on your face, but decided not to comment on it lest she be further scrutinized by you.
-
By now, it had been about a week and a half since your chance meeting with the man and your conversation with Yachi. Glancing back at your computer, you shook your head thinking about the funny girl. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a change in the screen.
You received a notification on your computer for a new email. Clicking on it, you are met with a new opportunity:
From: msbyvbmanagement@(email)
To: (y/n)design@yajakudodltd
Greetings Ms. (Y/n),
We contacted your company and were referred to you. We are looking to create eye-catching advertisements for MSBY volleyball's upcoming match versus rival team the 'Schweiden Adlers'. We believe that you would be able to create a design utilizing the best parts of our team and our players.
Attached we have information on the team and player roster. Please contact us back if you are able to work with us. Thank you.
Division I V. League MSBY Management
You had worked with sports teams before, however so far none had been anything like a Division I volleyball team. You were already interested, as you had played volleyball in middle and high school, though you only ever really did it for fun. You knew it wasn't in your future to make a career out of it, however that didn't stop you from playing recreationally from time to time. You didn't really keep up with professional teams, however.
As such, you clicked the first link which took you to a page listing information about the team as a whole. It listed their mascot, a Black Jackal, their history and their current record. It was interesting, but you decided to check the second link and started scrolling down the page until one in particular caught your eye. Someone very familiar.
Number: 12
Player: Bokuto Koutaro
Age: 24
Position: Outside Hitter
Description: Bokuto was recruited from Fukurodani Academy, where in high school he was ace of the team as well as the fourth ranked ace in Japan. He serves as a starter and is the source of energy for the Black Jackals... (guys I'm tired).
Your eyes went wide as you realized you were reading about the man you met last night. 'Are you freaking kidding me?' you thought, 'he's a professional volleyball player??' His muscles probably could've told you that. But you were still shocked to know that him (and his three friends for that matter) were all on a volleyball team you were now working with.
Examining some of the other bios of the players, you recognized #21's ('Hinata Shoyo' as you read) high school, Karasuno, as the same one that Yachi attended. 'Maybe she knows Bokuto then?' You shot her a quick text just asking her if she knew him and went back to answer the email.
20 minutes later, your phone buzzed.
Yachi 💫 thank me later 🫶 read 3:56pm
You looked up from your desk to see Yachi innocently smiling at you from way across the floor. That couldn't be good.
(Y/n) wdym... read 3:57pm
You looked back up at her however suspiciously she was hiding behind her monitor. Before you could text her again your phone buzzed and you got a new text.
Unknown Number Hey hey hey read 3:58pm
HQ Boys Trying to Put a Baby in You
+genre. nsfw
+warnings. well obviously baby-making, creampies, talks of getting pregnant, bodily fluids, smut
Atsumu is committed.
Day and night he complies with your wish, having you any and everywhere he seems content with.
Whether that means fucking you on your bed, legs wrapped around him while he pounds into you, or if it means having you someplace else; like an empty locker room after a game, Atsumu is up for it all.
Personally though, you have to admit that the moments after a game are your favorite. It’s when everything is so raw and alive and the crowd has barely stopped screaming Atsumu’s name before he’s dragging you off to an empty locker room.
It’s there that Atsumu fucks you, bending you over and holding you against the lockers. You can barely think straight as he pours every emotion he has into you, letting you feel his excitement, his anger, or even his eagerness to fulfill your wishes.
On and off the court he’s so determined, and it shows when you’re pregnant less than a month after you start trying.
Non-stop fucking will do that to you though, but much to Atsumu’s pleasure the fun doesn’t have to stop there. After all, he’s already knocked you up, which means he has nine more months of you all to himself. And believe me, he’s going to savor every second of it.
-
Sakusa thought it was funny at first. Then, he’s eager.
In a way, he thought you were kidding when you told him you wanted him to put a baby in you. Like okay — he could do that, sure.
Kyoomi has always given you what you wanted, but it seems this time he underestimated how much you really wanted this. And quickly, he begins to realize that you’re not messing around.
You’re on him every chance you get, jumping his bones after practice, before practice, or any other time Sakusa doesn’t find himself busy.
You’re on him and more often that not you’re riding him, taking control of your desires which shocks the hell out of Kyoomi.
He’s used to being the one in control. He’s used to being the relentless one, but he most certainly can’t say he doesn’t like it whenever you straddle him, sinking yourself down on his cock and pleasuring the both of you until you’re nothing but blubbering messes.
Sakusa can’t say he has any complaints at all.
And in fact, he’ll start practicing less, leaving games a little earlier than usual, all just to rush home to you and have you in any ways he can.
As long as it takes, he’ll be there. With open arms, and an eager cock.
-
Kuroo can’t think of anything else. He’s literally fucked dumb.
No matter where he is, the thought of last night’s endeavors are always playing in his mind; every moan, every touch captivating his attention and it’s bad.
It’s gotten to the point where the only thing Kuroo can form a coherent thought about is your pussy. He thinks about how good you always feel wrapped around him when he’s in meetings.
He thinks about the way you squeeze him whenever you’re so close to cumming, and the way you seem to milk him for everything thing he’s worth, every time.
Kuroo’s not sure how long he can keep up with your request, simply because he’s getting overwhelmed. He craves nothing but you, wants to come home to nothing except you with your legs spread open.
And more often that not, that’s exactly what he comes home too. And as much as Kuroo knows it’s gonna overtake him, as much as he knows that your pussy is gonna suck him down a rabbit hole of desire; he still can’t resist sinking his cock into you every time, always wondering if this will be the day you officially ruin him.
-
Bokuto is insatiable.
He’s desperate to fulfill your every need, wanting to do it all for you and this is no different.
Bokuto’s only mission is to give you what you want, and if his baby wants her pussy filled every night then who is he to deny it?
In fact, he’s right there with you and before you can even blink, buried inside you to the hilt.
The feeling of his heavy balls slapping against you is one that you will always welcome, knowing that it’s your job, your duty to milk him for everything’s he’s worth. After all, that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted him to fill you up until there was no possible way you weren’t pregnant.
You wanted him to fuck you like your life depended on it, and so you told him that. And so he delivered.
Every chance he gets, Bokuto makes a mess of you on his cock, cumming into your womb again and again.
It got to the point where he was overstimulating himself, but he didn’t care. He had a one track mind when it came to you and besides, Koutaro could never resist making you happy. And if his cock could do that, then you better believe he’s going to be buried in your cunt any chance he got.
Fucking you over and over until he was sure his princess got everything she wanted.
DILF BOKUTO KOUTARO X TOJI FOSHIGURO
BEEFY MEN- Bokuto x fem!reader x Toji
►Masterlist
Warnings: Smut ofc. TITS, threesome, Double penetration, TWO THICK COCKS THAT YOU CAN BARELY FIT INSIDE.
WITH US?? HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?? MY TIDDIES KINK GOES BRRRRR. Okay so here we gooooo.
Bokuto had you on top of him, ass on his crotch and spine on his chest. His tits were constantly rubbing against your back as his dick did the same inside your ass. His arms had you gripped tight.
You were loosing your mind already but oh wait there was more. YOU FUCKING GASPED WHEN TOJI PUSHED HIS THICK COCK IN YOUR CUNT. Walls fluttering when they had TWO BIG DICKS buried in them.
"Tell us if it's too much", Bokuto kissed your ears.
"It's never much for her. I bet you want more baby", he leaned down, face close enough for a kiss but you frowned in pleasure when he slowly thrusted in you. ALSO STIMULATING KOU'S COCK.
"F-fuck Toji. You're big man", he moaned in your ears but vocal enough foe the one who the compliment was intended to.
"Not thick as you man. You had her crying", he gripped Bokuto's hip and started thrusting while Bo was buried deep in your ass, enjoying the rubbing of your walls and his dick.
You kept eyeing his tits all the time. "Wanna suck them?", Toji platonically asked, catching you leering. You didn't utter a single world and took his nipples in your mouth, sucking on them like a desperate whore.
Toji took off his hands from Kou's waist and grabbed his chest. "Shit. Ohh you're so good at your ways DADDY", the name he called Toji turned him on and made him pinch his nipples in excitement. "AH!", Bokuto was so fucking eager, enough that he started thrusting in you. You wailed in pain and pleasure. THE ACE was slow and sensual while THE ASSASSIN was intense and deep.
How did you end up here? With two men that are SO BEEFY and SO HOT. No one knows. But you're glad that you did.
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hq | how they jack off
with kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, iwaizumi, saeko, and kageyama.
summary: hq characters and their masturbation habits
warnings: NSFW content, fem!reader, male and female masturbation, mentions of rough sex, mentions of oral sex (male and female receiving), phone sex, anal play, bruising, light dom/sub dynamics here and there, many many mentions of tits and ass, mention of fingering
A/N - i rewatched haikyuu and these fuckers starting screwing around in my brain again like they owned the place so here’s what came of that. happy reading, expect more of this crap soon lmao
Kuroo Tetsurō
filthy with it
needs his hand slick—with lube, lotion, spit. whatever’s closest.
he’s rough. rubs himself ragged and sweats through his sheets
grunts and groans, mutters your name here and there
usually goes multiple rounds
That’s it—fuck, baby,” Kuroo rasped, pumping his length in his cum-coated fingers. He’d already finished twice to the thought of his cock in your pretty mouth.
His sheets were damp beneath him and the salty tang of sweat clouded the air, but he didn’t give a damn. All he could think about was you. Your deft hands. Your lips, slick with drool. Your glassy eyes staring up at him as he fucked his cockhead down your throat. He groaned at the image, tightening his sticky fingers around his shaft.
“Like that,” he muttered, wishing it was really you. Because despite the lewd glide of his palm, the puddles of cum crusting on his abdomen, this was nowhere as obscene as the real thing: your wanton whines and moans, the filthy sound of skin slapping skin. God, he wanted to mess you up—make you feel just as dirty as he felt right now. No matter how many times he’d already seen it, he craved to watch you fall apart beneath him again.
Bokuto Kōtarō
desperate
god, bokuto doesn’t even like masturbating—the feeling’s nowhere near what it’s like to be with you
but when bokuto needs it, he needs it bad
he’s loud: gasping moans and vulgar, noisy thrusts into his palm
fists his sheets as if he’s grabbing at your skin
He hated that he was doing it—it felt wrong, felt like betrayal. He didn’t want anyone but you to make him feel good. Fuck, it wasn’t like his hand felt nearly as good as the tight grip of your cunt anyways.
But he couldn’t help it, could he? Not after he’d seen that cute little selfie you sent him.
He whined, squeezing his cock in one hand and his phone in the other as he stared at picture—at your soft, pretty smile and flushed cheeks, and lower…the white tank you’d chosen to wear for the day’s heat. It was just slightly damp at the collar; beads of sweat pooled in the hollow of your throat. He’d twitched in his pants when he caught that, images of you slick and sweaty beneath him clouding his mind. “Darlin’,” he moaned when he noticed the way the shirt hugged your tits. Shit, he wanted—no, needed that body in his hands, that body he called absolutely perfect no matter how much you disagreed. His fingers slid up and down his shaft, faster and faster, as he squeezed his eyes shut and imagined bucking up into you. He wanted those perky tits bouncing in front of his face, your needy whines filling his ears, your grabby hands winding their way into his hair—
“Fuck,” he breathed, halting his motions and staring at the phone in his hand. He had an idea.
And before he knew it, Bokuto was hitting the Video Call button and positioning himself in front of the camera.
Oikawa Tōru
usually a bitchy top, oikawa gets so subby when you’re not around
he knows you like being tossed around, so he’s always given you that—happily so
but tōru’s never met your dominant side, the one that’d love to replace the desperate fingers he’s got in his ass with a nice, meaty strap-on
or ride his cock till he was begging you to stop
so he keeps those fantasies a secret for now.
but, oh, he’s a slutty mfer. edges himself and whines your name. dirty talks into his pillow like he’s being filmed
“Please—please, baby, wanna cum—fuck, please let me cum—”
On his elbows and knees, Oikawa shoved his face into the mattress, bucking his hips into his hand. Drool dribbled from his parted lips as he fucked his fist, imagining it was you. His back arched beautifully—if you were there, you’d have a perfect view of the little buttplug in his ass.
“Need…you,” he whimpered, wiping the drool with his other hand. “Need that cunt—please.” God, he sounded like a bitch. He wanted you to say so, to degrade him like the whore he knew he was. “Aw, Tōru. You’re a dirty thing, aren’t you.” He keened, imagining that kind of filth tumble from your rosy lips. And, burying his face back into his sheets, Oikawa came.
Iwaizumi Hajime
big BURLY man but he looks so pretty spread out on his couch, thick cock in hand
usually ends up doing it after working out; the testosterone’s flowing and all that
a groaner. dark and low, iwa growls your name
flips through dirty pics of you on his phone while doing it
uses spit as lube. he’s a frugal man—doesn’t like spending money on something nice when something shitty does the job
spit’s quicker anyway. he’s eager when he needs release.
It was all he could think of the minute he got home from the gym: your pert little ass in front of him as he pounded into you from behind. God, he was pervy. He was disgusting for wanting you like this, every goddamn time after a good lift.
But, fucking hell. He needed to cum.
Dumping his bag on the floor, yanking out his phone, Iwa slumped down onto the couch—not even making it to his bedroom. In seconds, his cock was in his hand and his phone was open to the photos you’d taken the last time you fucked. You: in doggy, his seed smeared across your asscheeks and leaking from your hole. His handprints and his hickies all over your skin.
“Pretty girl,” Iwa snarled, tilting his head back and thumbing the precum dribbling from his tip. He spat obscenely in one hand, grasping his shaft and pumping it up and down, up and down, nice and slow.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he groaned, seeing your bare skin behind squeezed-shut eyes, envisioning himself groping your flesh. “Take it—fuck—take it all.”
Tanaka Saeko
fuck me up mama
LOUD by nature—she’s grunty and whiny, she groans and she gasps.
buries her face in her pillowcase to keep it quiet
used to invest generously in lube, but fuck, she doesn’t need it anymore. she gets wet enough at the thought of you: slick and pliant beneath her
sends you dirty audio recordings sometimes, of herself saying all the scummy, kinky things she knows get you going
“Oh, darling I wanna taste that cunt again,” Saeko growled into her phone, hoping the mic picked up the lewd sound of her fingers at work in the gaps between the words. She was going at it—slipping them in and out, rubbing her puffy clit, whining at the feeling.
“Fuck, I miss you,” she panted, “Miss havin’ you on my tongue.” She was babbling now—groaning nonsense about all the filthy things she wanted to do to you. “Wanna leave my mark all over you, sweet girl—hickies on your thighs, on those tits—fuck.”
She whimpered, the image of your perfect breasts swimming behind her eyes. She remembered the last time you’d been intimate together: the dark, red and purple splotches she’d left all over your chest, your neck, your waist. Saeko knew they wouldn’t have faded yet. You were still walking around, marred with the evidence of her. She clenched around her fingers at the thought. “God, wanna…ruin you, babe,” she whined, picking up her pace. “Need everyone to know…you’re mine.”
Kageyama Tobio
ashamed of the act. does it in the shower to feel less gross
since meeting you, kageyama’s far better about communicating his needs: sexual or otherwise. but years of repression are hard to unlearn, and he reverts to his old ways sometimes. his masturbation habits are a prime example of this
he’s terrified of asking you for too much. it feels wrong to want you as much as he does—as often as he does. he’s convinced you’ll think him perverted if he admits to it
so he settles for fixing his problems himself, under warm water and in clench-jawed silence
bites down on a knuckle to keep his sounds at bay, but…sometimes?
sometimes, he whimpers.
The water was tepid, but liquid heat was bleeding through Kageyama’s veins. He squeezed his length in one soapy hand, gliding his fingers up and down . His other hand was clasped prettily over his mouth.
Because he couldn’t let you hear him.
You were right outside the bathroom—stretched out lazily on his bed, reading something on your computer. God, you hadn’t been trying to seduce him, he knew that. But seeing you in those plush little lounge shorts, in that tight, worn t-shirt that hugged your braless tits…oh, fuck. He’d mumbled something about needing to shower and then ran the hell out of there.
And now: he felt so depraved. Sudsy water streamed down his tense muscles as he worked his cock, rutting his hips into his hand. He shouldn’t want you like this; you were clever and soft and you deserved more than the vulgar way he kept groaning your name. “Baby,” he whined softly, envisioning the gentle curve of your breasts in that godforsaken shirt. He wanted to tear the damn thing off you, grab each tit in his hands, tweak your pert nipples, and bury his face right in between—
“Fuck,” he mewled. Loudly.
“Tobio?” your voice called from the other room.
Shit, Kageyama thought. Shit, shit, shit. But it was fine, right? You were locked out of the bathroom. You couldn’t see him like this.
But then, in horror, Kageyama watched the doorknob turn. His blood ran cold as he realized: he’d forgotten to lock the door.
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— SLIP | bokuto x fem!reader
-> synopsis: bokuto doesn’t know his own strength sometimes
-> cw: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, shower sex, size kink, manhandling
-> wc: 1.5k
-> a/n: i would just like him to toss me around a bit thats all
Bokuto Koutarou is a large man.
He’s always been pretty big, even as a baby, all chubby cheeks and chunky thighs and wide, golden eyes. As a teen, he was taller than most, and starting to fill out his volleyball uniform quickly from training so much. And now, as an adult, he’s the star of his fans' wildest fantasies.
Bokuto is beautifully sculpted, the result of so much hard work, and he’s all yours.
Strong, broad shoulders and biceps that you can’t even fit two hands around, flex and bulge under his shirts when he lifts you excitedly in greeting. Pecs that double as the perfect pillows when you’ve had a long day, along with meaty thighs, and an ass that’s annoyingly perkier than your own. He can easily toss you around as though you weigh nothing more than a bag of flour.
But sometimes, he doesn’t know his own strength.
Under the hot spray of the shower, you rinse out your shampoo, distantly hearing the sound of the front door swinging shut. The bathroom door is unlocked since you’re home alone, and Bokuto takes advantage of that knowledge, barging in and quickly shedding his workout gear.
“At least knock first, Kou.”
“Relax, baby.” He slides the shower door open and steps into the steam, crowding your space and moving under the running showerhead. “You’re my wife, remember?” he says cheekily, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
“Your wife still likes a little privacy from time to time.” He grins, grey strands of hair beginning to sag and flop down against his skull from the weight of water beating down on head.
“But I missed you, baby!” And there it is, the whine paired with earnest eyes that douses any brewing irritation. You roll your eyes, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. He responds eagerly, humming against your mouth and letting his hands travel down your body. Warmth of a different kind trails over your sides and waist, down to your thighs where he taps lightly.
“Up,” he mumbles, easily hefting you into his arms. Your legs tangle around his waist, and any thoughts of actually showering pour out of your mind and down the drain when his tongue slips inside your open mouth. You suck on the wet muscle, grinning when he groans and kisses you more desperately.
Bokuto resituates his hands so that they’re resting on your ass, slapping your right cheek playfully and swallowing your yelp of surprise. His cock is already hard, you realise, poking at your inner thigh, pulsating and hot. It’s not at all surprising when arousal swoops and pools deep in your belly from the sheer want emanating from him.
“Missed me, did you?” you say with a snicker, pulling away to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against his wet jaw and throat.
“I did!” he insists. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you when you texted saying you were gonna shower. My mind wanders, y’know. ”
“You little perv,” you gasp teasingly, nipping at the skin of his collarbone. He huffs but doesn’t say anything, instead squeezing the fat of your ass between his fingers. “What were you thinking about?”
“You,” he gasps when you lick a stripe up his neck to under his ear, before sucking the lobe between your lips.
“What about me?” Your whisper tickles his ear and you can feel the way his cock jumps excitedly against your thigh. You run a hand over his chest, grazing your fingers gently over his nipples, and squeezing his pecs teasingly. Continuing down, your hands slide over his abs, towards his cock, brushing the head gently with the pads of your fingers.
“Fuck, baby- was thinking about your- fuck,” he whimpers when you wrap your fingers around his weeping length, rubbing it slowly over your clit.
“Mm, thinking about my…?”
“Don’t tease,” he says, breathing growing heavy. “Touch me properly.”
“I am touching you properly, Kou,” you say, lazily enclosing your fist over his shaft before resuming grinding against him. “You were saying?” He swallows hard, the heady mix of steam and your warm cunt quickly making him dizzy.
“Was thinkin’ ‘bout- oh, fuck- about your pussy. Wanted to fuck you so bad, wanna fuck you- shit- you’re driving me crazy here, baby-“
“But I’ve barely even touched you, sweetie,” you coo softly.
“I know but-“ he stutters over a whiny groan when you slowly pump him, precum mixing with your own where you’ve rested his cockhead. He can feel the heat emanating from your entrance, drooling in anticipation of his dick.
“Enough,” he says exasperatedly.
Bokuto takes your hand away from his cock and tosses it back over his shoulder, stroking himself along your gooey slit himself, before slowly pressing inside with a gasp.
Another thing that’s big about Bokuto-
“Kou, wait-“
-his cock.
“I know, baby, I’ll go slow, I’ll go slow, please, just need to be inside you- fuck, I can’t wait. Been thinkin’ bout this- ooh wow, you feel amazing. ” He thinks he’s going slowly, but he’s staring down intently at the way your pussy struggles to swallow his thick length so soon, and his brain goes completely fuzzy. You’ve gone from teasing him to whining about how big he is, how much he’s stretching you out, in the space of a few moments.
“It’s okay, baby, oh fuck- you’re so tight- so fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, overwhelmed by how you’re squeezing down on him so perfectly. His skin buzzes, electric with pleasure as he clumsily rubs soft circles into your sensitive nub to help you relax around him a little.
“Koutarou.” You sigh as the slight burn from being split open on his cock eventually begins to ebb a little.
“Mm, yeah, there we go, there we go.” His grip readjusts to your hips, and he lifts you off his length before bringing you back down again, and again, still mumbling to himself. “That’s it, that’s my girl, fuck-“
Bokuto moves to lean you against the tiled wall, condensation cool under your back, a sharp contrast to the steam curling from the still-running water. He fucks you deep, carving his way through your cunt, lighting your body on fire with every delicious drag.
“So big-“ you whimper again, clinging onto him for dear life. Your nails are digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indentations behind, but your husband barely registers any pain. He’s too busy being enthralled by your hot insides, slick and squelching with every thrust. He’s been inside you countless times before, but he’ll never get used to how heavenly it feels.
So much so that he begins to hammer into you, gripping your hips even tighter as he pulls you on and off his cock - there’ll be bruises in the shape of his fingers come morning. You’re moaning unabashedly, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, even as your back begins to slip against the damp tile. It’d be uncomfortable if you were cognisant of any sensation other than the throbbing heat between your legs.
“Slow down Kou- what if I, mm- f-fall-“
“You won’t fall, I’ve got you, I’ve got you see?” He squeezes your hip to prove his point, pressing closer to you so that he can kiss your parted lips singing so sinfully for him. It’s more a mess of tongue than anything, saliva dripping down your chin and immediately being washed away by the stream of water pattering into your skin.
Hot pleasure drips and pools in your belly, bubbling fiercely until you feel as if you may burst when his cock repeatedly strokes against the spongy spot inside you.
“Right there, Kou- fuck! I’m gonna-“ The grip you have on him tightens, legs and arms alike, until you feel your orgasm crash into you intensely.
“Fuck! Kou!” You cum with a keening wail, pussy strangling his cock and forcing his own orgasm to wash over him.
“Baby, oh- god- hah- ‘m cumming, gonna cum-“ Bokuto doesn’t stop moving, still erratically pumping into you as he climaxes. His legs are shaky as he does so and in the midst of voicing his pleasure, his foot slips in the water pooling in the shower tray, and you slide down the tile with a screech.
“Shit!” He manages to catch both of you before he actually falls and does any damage, panting harshly from adrenaline when he stills. You’re still in his arms, eyes squeezed shut with a cunt full of cock, trembling both from fear and the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“That was close,” he huffs, slowly straightening up.
“I told you to slow down,” you say lightly, flicking his nose in annoyance and watching it wrinkle.
“‘M sorry baby, you just felt so good!” It’s hard not to smile when he flatters you casually. “If anything it’s your fault.”
“How is it my fault?” you asked incredulously.
“It’s your pussy.” he says, running a thumb over your puffy clit and feeling you twitch around him. He looks at you with a smouldering golden gaze, lip caught between his teeth to hide his smirk. “It’s dangerous.”
“I’m serious, sweetie. No more manhandling in the shower,” you tell him gently, kissing his nose where you just flicked him. “You can throw me around in the bedroom, but not in here. ‘Kay?” Reluctantly, he nods in agreement. You kiss his lips softly, gasping into his mouth when he slowly pulls out, before gently setting you back on your feet.
“Let’s go there then, we can shower after.”
— BURN BRIGHT FOR ME | bokuto x fem!reader
-> synopsis: the club isn’t the best place to find a lover but maybe the stage is
-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, stripper!bokuto, brief mentions of alcohol, lap dances, dry humping, cunnilingus, spit, body worship, protected vaginal sex, praise, manhandling, size kink
-> wc: 7k help
-> a/n: this has taken me forever to write so pls don’t let it all go to waste 🥹
The club is heaving, as one would expect on a Friday night, lit up only by dimmed spotlights and chandeliers. A thick fog of white smoke carpets the floor, spilling out from strategically placed machines hidden behind heavy curtains that have now been pulled back for tonight's performance. The air is alive with a buzz of excitement, the tang of alcohol and the sweet scent of women’s perfume clouding your senses where you sit. The table you’re sharing with your friends gives you the best seats in the house, a perfect view of what you’re paying good money to see.
They giggle and chatter and you can’t help feeling a thrill of anticipation run down your spine as the announcer makes her way to the front with a dazzling grin to get the show started. The three of you came here on a whim when you stumbled across one of the performers' social media accounts. Out of mild curiosity, you began to dig through the handsome man’s profile, before discovering a link that took you to the club’s website and before you could think twice, you sent it to the group chat. Needless to say, the girls took one look at the gallery and decided that it would be a crime to pass up the opportunity to see a bunch of muscular men stripping on stage.
“It’s starting!” Kaori squeals as the lighting is cut out completely, plunging the whole place into darkness. Music pours out from around you, slow and sensual, the beat settling heavily in your bones as it thumps rhythmically. One by one, stage lights burst to life, shining on each performer in time with the music. Every man is clad in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, top hats tipped low to shield their eyes in mystery, giving you only a taste of the sharp line of their jaws, their gloved hands folded neatly over black canes. The last spotlight turns on, right in the centre, revealing the final entertainer of the night. There’s a broad, charming grin on his face as he tips up the brim of his hat and winks at the crowd.
After that, the night becomes a blur.
There’s a lot of giggling, squealing and cheering as you watch performance after performance. After their initial introduction, each dancer has the stage to himself turn by turn, leaving their audience to fan their hot cheeks and toss every bill in their wallets on stage, even tucking them into the waistbands of their impossibly tiny underwear when they get close enough.
You feel like you’re caught in some delicious daydream, as ridiculously gorgeous men shed their clothes and thrust the air, purely for your entertainment. A few people from the audience are coaxed onto stage for lap dances, and you quickly find that those parts are the most entertaining. The way they encourage their guests to run their hands over their muscular bodies, guiding them gently and whispering things in their ears makes you feel more than a little hot under the collar.
But out of all of them, the one that catches your eye, to no great surprise, is the star of the club. His performance is last and by far the best, in your humble opinion. A murmur ripples through the crowd as he steps on, an easy grin on his face. Almost immediately, the audience begins to chant ‘take it off!’ and he winks, launching into his routine. He’s the only one that has kept the tuxedo as his costume, flinging his hat off into the sea of people before him, revealing bright, golden eyes and salt and pepper hair pushed up and away from his face.
This man is truly of a different calibre to the rest, you quickly realise. He has a way of hypnotising you with every movement, sensual and fluid as he pulls off his clothes one by one, revealing more and more of his perfectly sculpted form. You can’t tear your eyes away from him or his broad chest. But it’s not just the way he looks - the whole room feels electric from his presence, more bills fluttering around the stage like confetti, your own money joining the fray.
And then you blink and the tip of a cane appears beneath your chin. Your friends are nudging you forwards, encouraging you to accept his invitation and you quickly find yourself placing your hand in his so that he can hoist you onto the stage with him.
“Are you okay being up here?” he murmurs in your ear, guiding you to sit in the chair that has been brought out for this portion of his routine. You nod, taking a seat and willing your heartbeat to slow down.
“I am. I think.”
Large hands brace themselves on the back of the chair, his forearms bracketing the slope of your neck, trapping you against it. His voice is deep and just a little bit rough but kind nonetheless. “Good. Would you like to touch me?”
You’re taken aback for a moment but the raucous audience encourages you to whisper your assent and he grins wolfishly, causing you to shiver from excitement. He starts by testing the waters, grinding his hips in the tiny space between you, almost brushing against you but staying clear - enough to tempt but not enough to make you uncomfortable. Testing the waters, you suppose. “Keep your eyes on me,” he tells you. “I want you to enjoy this.” Shyly, your gaze slides up from your lap to meet his eyes, breath catching in your throat when you meet deep pools of gold. They’re sultry but gentle, bright and beautiful and completely mesmerising, just like the rest of him, if not more.
“I’m going to take your hands now. Is that okay?” he whispers.
“Yes,” you breathe. At this point, you think you’d agree to absolutely anything he asked of you, completely caught under his thrall. His hands slide down from your shoulders to your wrists, grasping them loosely before he leans back a little and guides your own pair over his torso, letting you run your palms over his taut abs, his skin warm and a little damp with sweat under your touch. Letting go of you for a moment, he grasps his trousers and tugs them off in one quick motion, the sound of velcro pulling apart drowned out by the crescendoing music and more ecstatic cheering.
Left in nothing more than his too-tight underwear to conceal whatever is left of his modesty, your cheeks flood with heat, and a giddy giggle tumbles from your lips as he begins to lead your hands over his rippling body once more. “You good?” he asks, smirking at the excited twinkle in your eyes.
“So good,” you reply, as he takes your hands lower.
“How about now?” he snickers, letting your fingers brush over his tailbone. “This okay?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Then let’s take these pretty hands lower.” You allow him to slide your hands down to the pert globes of his ass, your whole face flaming hot as your palms settle there. Releasing them, he grips the back of your chair once again, moving his hips in time with the music as he dips his head until he is but a hair's breadth away from your lips. The rest of the room falls away as his warm breath plays against your lips, the music becoming a dull thud in your ears, like you’re numb to all but the man before you. Euphoria courses through your veins, a new sort of high that you didn’t think you could experience at the hands of a stranger, and yet here you sit, skin tingling and alive from his sheer proximity.
“Are you gonna kiss me?” you find yourself asking teasingly, and his brows bounce up briefly in surprise as you dare to squeeze his ass.
“I’m not allowed to do that, I’m afraid.”
“I can touch your ass but can't kiss you?” you pout and he grins.
“Not right now you can’t,” he tells you. “I’m gonna lift you now, okay?” You nod, shrieking in surprise despite the warning when he scoops you up with little to no effort, letting you wrap your legs around his waist whilst your arms loop around his neck. The audience whoops behind you and you can’t help feeling just a little bit smug.
“Hot and strong,” you flirt. Where has this sudden surge of confidence come from? You’re not usually this brazen. This whole atmosphere is doing something to you. “Careful, or you’ll take my heart along with the rest of my cash.”
“These muscles aren’t just for show,” he says cockily. “Am I okay to dip you a little?”
Nodding, you allow him to flatten his hands against your back and let your torso drop away from him and down towards the floor, eliciting another squeal from you. From there, he lays you on the stage, right on top of his earnings for the night, rolling his whole body as he follows you down in a dive. Looming over you, he checks in with you again, his nose trailing down your throat and between your breasts.
Now, it bears mentioning that there is a reason as to why you are currently trapped beneath a hot stripper, why your friends insisted almost immediately that you pay this club a visit. It’s been an entire year since your fiance broke things off with you, and you’ve spent the majority of that time healing (read: moping). An entire year since you’ve been this close to an attractive man, let alone touched by one. But the extended dry spell of yours ends here, the rains of desire flooding deep in your belly as the man above you rolls his hips into yours and sends your mind spiralling, the half-hard bulge in his underwear dragging over your mound briefly with each sensual snap of his hips
“At least ask me to dinner first,” you joke breathlessly as he drops himself even closer to you, so that there's only a mere sliver of sexually charged air between your bodies.
“Do you want me to?”
“Would you?”
“I don’t see why not. You’re very pretty.”
“Is that so?” you murmur, belly swooping low with butterflies at the sincerity in his voice.
“‘Course. You can stick around and see what happens if you like.”
The performance begins to come to a close far sooner than you would like as he lifts you effortlessly into the air once again, placing you delicately on your feet before helping you off the stage. Is it a trick of the light and the result of too much loneliness, or does he keep glancing in your direction as his routine ends? Regardless, you sigh wistfully as he exits the stage, bringing the night of raunchy dances to a close.
“I can’t believe you got to go up there!” Yukie whines from, beside you. “Lucky bitch.”
“It looked like you were talking,” Kaori says, sipping from her martini glass and looking at you pointedly over the rim.
“He was just making sure I was okay with everything,” you say vaguely.
“Aw, that’s actually really sweet!”
“Right?”
The night wears on and soon enough, your smartly suited waiters are replaced by the performers of the night, much to the delight of every patron in the establishment. They wander around serving drinks and such, wearing dazzling smiles and little else. Secretly, you hope the stripper you briefly flirted with will look in your direction.
“I wish I could stay here forever,” Yukie sighs, shamelessly ogling whoever she could set her greedy eyes on.
“You could always come again,” comes a deep, playful voice. Your head whips up in recognition. Speak of the devil. “Did you ladies enjoy the show?”
The girls giggle and gush to him as he sets down your drinks, his eyes lingering on you as he delicately places your glass before you. You dare not meet his eyes, cheeks flaming as you recall what transpired not too long ago. Ever the entertainer, he chats animatedly with your friends, laughing loudly over the general buzz of the club.
“How about you?” He directs his question at you, his wide grin settling into something more mischievous. “What did you think?”
“Who, me?”
“Yeah.”
“Of what?”
“Of my performance, of course,” he says without missing a beat. “They don’t call me a star for nothin’!”
“So it would seem.” It feels like all eyes are on you and this man, Kaori and Yukie glancing furtively between the two of you and this odd tension that seems to simmer in the space between you.
“You didn’t like it?” he asks, almost sullenly, and it’s his tone that makes you look up with a raised brow.
“No, I did,” you affirm slowly. “I’ve never experienced anything quite like it.”
“Which part was your favourite?” Warmth creeps up your cheeks as your brief time on stage with him quickly flashes behind your eyes. Any confidence you had felt up there really was in the heat of the moment, and you can find no way to slip back into that side of you.
“All of it?” you answer unsurely, trying desperately not to give away that you very much enjoyed being under him. Apparently, it’s the right thing to say, because his bare chest puffs with pride as he comes around to your side of the table, taking the empty seat beside you.
“I’ve got a fan on my hands, huh?” he teases, waggling his thick brows.
“Oh my god,” you mumble, hiding your face in your hands out of embarrassment as the girls around you laugh. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that.
“Hey, hey, c’mon! Don’t get shy on me now!” he complains lightly, lower lipping pushing out in a pout - you can’t help thinking that expression looks downright adorable on him.
“I’m not!” you insist, sinking lower in your seat, not helping your case in the slightest.
“I think it’s time for a bathroom break, Kaori,” Yukie announces suddenly and the other girl nods and they rise from their seats in unison. They disappear before you can protest, leaving you alone with him.
“I didn’t catch your name,” he says as you watch them leave.
“I didn’t catch yours,” you shoot back reflexively.
“You want my real name?”
“Of course. A name for a name. It’s only fair, right?”
“I suppose that’s true!” he exclaims. “But don’t let the boss know I told you, ‘kay? It’s kinda against the rules.”
“What an odd rule,” you hum and he shrugs.
“Yeah, something to do with our privacy or whatever.”
“I see. And you’d be willing to share that with a stranger like me?” He chuckles sheepishly and scratches at his jaw. If the lights were any brighter, you’d see the sweet blush staining his cheekbones.
“It would make you not a stranger, wouldn’t it?”
“I suppose that’s true,” you nod, biting your lower lip to halt your grin from widening. Now that there are no eyes on you, you can allow yourself to relax a little.
“Exactly! I’m Bokuto Koutaro,” he says, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You accept, and offer him your own name, to which he beams at you, almost blindingly. “Pleasure to meet you!”
The two of you barely get to strike up any meaningful conversation before the girls reappear, much to your disappointment. Bokuto rises from his seat and gives you an apologetic smile, his eyes lingering on you as he speaks.
“I’ll leave you ladies to enjoy your night.”
“Actually,” Kaori says slowly, looking between you as she subtly nudges Yukie with her elbow. “We were just about to head to the bar. Right?”
“Huh? But we just got our drin- Oh! Right, right, we were!”
“But guys-”
“See ya later!” they chorus, leaving just as quickly as they came. A moment later your phone lights up with a message in the group chats that reads:
Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do ;)
“That was weird,” he says offhandedly as he sits back down and you hum in agreement, chewing on your lip in thought. It’s quiet for a moment as you sip pensively from your glass, at a complete loss for what to say. Thankfully, it seems he’s used to such lapses in conversation and pipes up. “Actually, how about we talk somewhere more private?”
“Do you talk to all of your customers in private?”
“Sometimes,” he grins, cocking his head to the side playfully. “Sometimes they don’t wanna talk.”
“And what do you do then?” you ask, though you think you already know the answer.
“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” he says and then mumbles under his breath. “Or at least, that’s what Daichi tells me. He’s always so secretive about his customers.”
“Huh?”
“So? Would you like to?”
You blink at him blankly for a moment. Fuck it, you think. I’ll take what I can get at this point. “Why not,” you shrug and take the hand he offers you. Guiding you through the club, the two of you head towards the back, weaving through a maze of tables to pass through a door that deposits you in a quiet, dark corridor.
“Follow me.” The two of you pass by several doors, each emblazoned with a plaque that has a different name etched into it. You quickly realise that these must be the dressing rooms for each performer and after a few more stops, you come to a stop outside of his door. He pushes the door open and pulls you inside. “Welcome to my humble abode. Cool, right?”
The room is brightly lit and littered with scraps of costumes and a pile of loose bills from the night's show. There's a plush sofa pushed against the far wall and his dressing table is littered with cans of hairspray and tubs of gel along with photographs of groups of people that surround his mirror. The room smells heavily of cologne, enough to make your head swim a little. All in all, it’s the sort of space you might expect from a guy like him.
“It’s a little messy, I know, but that’s just how it gets after a show,” he explains, shutting the door behind him. “You should see ‘The Great King’s’ dressing room, it’s way worse, I swear. Anyway, this isn’t what I had in mind. C’mon.”
Bokuto walks towards a door that’s about a foot away from the couch and beckons you over. “Is this the part where you kill me in cold blood,” you joke as you follow him.
“Nah, you’re a little too cute to be my victim.” The compliment is sincere and completely unexpected, causing heat to flood your cheeks. There’s something about him, between the hypnotising presence he has on stage and the sweet, carefree disposition he has off it, that pulls you towards him. Bokuto is magnetic, pulling you into his orbit effortlessly, reeling you in closer and closer, a star burning bright in every way.
This second room is completely different to the first. You wouldn’t call it messy as such, more that it looks lived in. The silky, silvery bed sheets are imperfectly made up, an abundance of pillows sitting against the headboard. The wardrobe is open, but the clothes inside it are neatly hung up and the lights are turned low, a candle flickering softly in the window sill, overlooking the streets below. It smells like cardamom and vanilla, a sweetly comforting blend that wraps around you and makes you feel at ease. Like him, you think idly.
“You live here?”
“Nah, this is just where I crash after a show. It’s like a home away from home y’know?”
“I’m assuming this is where you bring your customers as well?” you ask, pursing your lips and raising an eyebrow at him.
“Nope,” he says, flopping back on the bed and patting the space beside him. “If someone wants to spend the night with me, they usually pay for a hotel room.”
“So why have you brought me here?”
Bokuto shrugs and looks up at the ceiling. “You’re interesting.”
“Let me guess, ‘I’m not like other girls’, am I?” you mock lightly and he laughs, the sound of it endearing.
“Other girls can be interesting, sure,” he says, eyes twinkling as his laughter fades. “But they’re not here right now, are they?”
“Lucky me,” you murmur shyly. “I get to spend the night conversing with the club’s number one stripper.”
“Hey, the people out there would kill to sit where you are. You’re very lucky.”
“You’re not very humble, are you?” you snort.
“It’s true!”
And it is. There’s no arrogance in his tone, no better-than-you smugness to be found in his handsome face. Sure, he’s a little cocky, but it’s not unfounded and it’s not suffocating either - it’s quite attractive, actually. He speaks the truth every time he opens his mouth, exactly as it is and nothing more.
It’s easy to talk to him away from the noise of the club, even easier to laugh with him. The two of you migrate from the edge of the bed to sitting against the leather headboard, lounging in his pile of pillows as you talk about everything and nothing. As it happens, he’s also a relatively unknown volleyball player, but the money he earns from it, as much as he adores the sport, isn’t enough to sustain him - hence, the club.
The night wears on and you slowly grow closer, drawn to one another by some invisible force. You’re laying on your sides, face to face, your hands resting between you, close enough for your fingers to brush. Never in a million years would you expect to be where you are now, laying in bed with a barely clothed stripper way past midnight, in some club you’ve never been to before. In all honesty, this is the first night in a long time that you haven’t paid any mind to your ex. All thoughts of him were trampled into the vinyl flooring the moment you were pulled onto stage.
“Can I ask you something?”
Sort of.
“Yeah.”
Bokuto chews his lip, like he’s picking his words carefully. “What made you come here tonight?”
“That question has a few answers,” you sigh but you decide to be honest. After all, there’s no use pretending anymore. “But honestly, it all comes down to my ex.”
“Trying to get over him?” he guesses.
“Something like that. Now that I think about it, I think I’ve been over him for a while. I’ve just been having trouble forgetting him even though it’s been a whole year since we broke up.”
Bokuto nods sagely. “A lot of people come here to forget. Whether it’s relationship trouble or work stress or whatever, it all gets left out there the moment they step through the doors.”
“My brain does tend to empty itself out when I see a hot, unclothed man,” you hum.
He chuckles and gestures with his hand. “There you go.”
A beat of silence passes, and then it all comes out. “We were supposed to get married,” you tell him quietly. “Everything was perfect. He was the sort of man girls dream about being with, y’know? We were so, so happy.”
“What happened?”
You shrug. “He just left one day. Just poof, vanished. All of his belongings were gone when I woke up. All he left me was a note that said ‘I can’t do this anymore’. That’s all I got.” You laugh humourlessly, picking at the corner of one of his many cushions. “We were on good terms as well! We weren’t fighting, there were no grudges, nothing. As far as I know, he didn’t cheat either. He just… left. I struggled to cope without him for a long, long time.”
“I’m sorry,” he says gently, offering you an apologetic smile. “I know this might not mean much coming from a guy like… well, me.” He gestures vaguely to himself. “But sometimes, you find happiness in the strangest places, places you never thought it would be. You just have to look a little harder.”
“Wow,” you murmur. “That’s quite wise.”
“That’s because I am wise!” he grins proudly, which pulls a giggle out of you and melts the serious air around you. It’s the first time in a good while that you’ve felt a glimmer of hope spark in your heart. You reach out your hand and knit your fingers through his, filled with that same confidence from before that you didn’t know you were capable of.
“Hey, Bo,” you whisper. He hums curiously, golden eyes glowing almost silver as they reflect the moonlight. “Remember what you said? About being a gentleman?”
“Hmm… That we don’t kiss and tell?” He squeezes your hand once, running his thumb over your knuckles in an affectionate manner as you nod.
“Does that apply to me too?”
“Sure it does.”
“So if I kissed you now, would that stay in this room?”
“If that’s what you want, then yeah.”
“What if.” You lick your lips and dare to shuffle closer, until you can make out each of his lashes and all the flecks of amber in his eyes. “What if it was… more than that?”
Reaching out his free hand, he gently runs his knuckles over the swell of your cheek, featherlight and sweet as a whisper. Your eyes flutter shut at his tender touch. Maybe you’re starved for this, any crumb of affection you can get, or maybe the alcohol from earlier still clouds your judgement, but there’s one thing you’re certain of.
You can’t get enough of him.
“It can all stay in here.”
Your mind is made up. Reaching out, you run your fingers over his lower lip, breath catching in your throat as he catches your wrist and stills your hand. Gold burns deep into your soul as he flutters little kisses over your fingertips, dragging his lips down to your palm and then to the inside of your wrist, right where your erratic pulse resides. His lips are warm and soft, curling into a lopsided smile as he suddenly pulls you towards himself, simultaneously twisting himself onto his back. You land half on top of him, bashfully averting your gaze from his.
“Hey,” he murmurs, tipping your chin up. “Eyes on me.” Your mouth feels too dry to spit out a response so you nod, your faces inching closer together until you can feel the warmth of his breath waft over your lips. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”
When he speaks, you can feel his lips ghost over yours in a barely there kiss that makes your heart pound. Who eliminated the gap between you, you’re not certain, but suddenly his mouth is on yours and your fingers are buried in his hair and before you know it, you’re straddling his waist in a desperate attempt to get closer. Someone whines as tongue joins the equation and what begins as tentative and sweet, becomes needy and shameless.
You’re panting into his mouth as your kisses grow messier, unable to still the rocking of your hips right over his half hard cock. There’s been a storm brewing in the darkest depths of your belly all night, and now lightning crackles through your veins whilst thunder takes up residence in your ribcage.
“You sure you want this?” Bokuto grunts as you roll your hips on him just right.
“Do I seem unsure to you?” The breathless sarcasm isn’t lost on him and he huffs out a laugh, his large hands squeezing at the soft flesh of your hips so that he can help guide your movements.
“Just making sure.”
“I’m so glad you’re not wearing anything,” you huff against his mouth. Your hands are greedier than your eyes, wandering every inch of his bare skin. Strong muscles ripple and twitch under your touch, and if you knew him any better, you’d know that he’s actually squirming because he’s ticklish everywhere. “You’re so hot, Bo.”
“Yeah?” he gasps. “Hotter than all the others, right?”
“Way hotter,” you affirm, attaching your lips to his throat and sucking roughly.
“Good. You tryin’ to leave a mark or something?” he chuckles, his hands sliding back to grope at your asscheeks, the fabric of your dress bunching up between his fingers.
You pull back uncertainly, lips kiss-swollen and pupils blown wide with desire. “Is that okay?”
Brushing your hair back, he tugs you back in and kisses you softly and for a moment, it feels like you’re lovers. Like it’s not just your bodies that are about to become intertwined, but your hearts will be entangled too, each vein and artery criss-crossing until you share every beat, every drop of blood.
“It is,” he whispers. All of a sudden, he flips you without any effort, pressing your back into the pillows as he hovers over you, smirking at your surprised little gasp. “But I think you deserve all the attention tonight. Whaddya say?”
Swallowing hard, you nod, relaxing back as he carefully unzips your dress and peels it off you, leaving you in nothing but a thin lacy bra and panties. Any shyness is forgotten as he eyes you hungrily, the prominent bulge in his underwear filling you with an odd sort of pride. You sit up a little and reach behind you, unhooking the band of your bra and tossing it aside, before hooking your fingers into your underwear and tugging them off as well.
“I wanted to do that,” he pouts, his hand coming up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing lightly so that it bulges between his fingers.
“You haven’t taken off enough clothes for one night?” you joke, settling back again.
“Yeah but they weren’t yours, were they? It’s different.”
“And mine are special, are they?”
“You are,” he says honestly. “I wanted to take my time for once. I don’t know what it is, but with you I want this to last. It’s the least you deserve.”
His name falls from your lips, more delicate than a feather, your whole core throbbing with need. There is no name for this flutter in your heart, no words to explain why you feel this inexplicable need to keep him all to yourself. Bokuto belongs to the world, but right now he is yours alone. Should anyone take him from you at this moment, your heart would surely break.
“Call me Koutarou.” He smiles at you sweetly, completely at odds with how he parts your legs and settles between them, roughened palms gliding over the bare skin of your thighs. A deep, happy hum rumbles in his chest as you whisper his name. Dipping down, he presses haphazard kisses in the wake of his touch, wet little pecks that make you shiver the closer he gets to your centre. You know you’re soaked. You can feel the stickiness that drools out of you, slipping dangerously close to the bed sheets as he pushes your legs even wider.
More kisses cover your inner thighs, the odd playful nibble making you gasp as he decorates your skin with spit, teeth marks and blooming bruises. Your hands sink into his hair, surprisingly soft as your fingers comb through the salt and pepper strands. And then his mouth reaches its destination and your grip tightens as he licks a long, flat-tongued stripe, ass to clit and spits on your syrupy flesh.
Owlish eyes bore into yours, dark with lust as he swirls the wet muscle over your sensitive bud before sucking into his mouth. The pleasure spikes suddenly and your hips buck, need bubbling hot and quick in your belly. Before you can ask him to slow down, he releases your clit and laps at your folds experimentally before he dips his tongue into your entrance. He may have said that this is all for you, but judging by the way his eyes roll back into his skull and he groans long and deep, it’s safe to assume that he finds pleasure in this too.
“Kou-” you whine as he buries his face deeper into your cunt, drinking from you as if he’s never tasted a drop of water in his life. The sounds coming from his mouth grow more obscene the longer he spends ravaging you with his mouth, loudly slurping and grunting against you like a starved beast. Your eyes squeeze shut against the ecstasy, hips rolling into his no doubt dripping face, fingers so tight in his hair that if he moves wrong, you might pull out a small clump of it.
But Bokuto seems oblivious to any pain, so drunk on the taste of you that he barely even comes up for air. When he does pull back for the briefest moment, his chin and lips glossy and his eyes full of stars, he smacks your thighs and huffs in mild annoyance, keeping you warm and pliant with two thick fingers buried inside you. “Don’t close your eyes,” he tells you as he licks his lips. “Look at me. Look at what I’m doing to your sweet pussy.”
And he dives back in for more.
“I want you to cum on my face,” he mumbles into you as he feels you tighten around his fingers. “I want it.”
You can barely think straight, but you manage to stutter, “I-I thought this was about me.”
“Baby, it is, it is,” he groans, flicking his tongue rapidly over your stiff clit and forcing your back to arch. “‘S all about you. But I should get a reward for making you feel so good, right? That’s what I want.”
This time, you don’t respond, so overcome with pleasure that every vein in your body brims with crackling lightning, sparking scalding hot in your belly until finally, it bursts and you tumble over the edge with a sharp cry of his name. Even as your body trembles under his hands, he continues to lick at your pussy, catching every last drop of cum that leaks out of you, only stopping when you whimper and push his head away. “T-too much.”
Moving up the bed, he kisses you, licking heavily into your mouth and pushing the taste of your own juices onto your tongue. His cock is hard, twitching against your thigh. At some point, he must have shed the last scrap of cloth shielding his modesty and now you can feel every thick inch of him. Bokuto pulls away and you look down, your eyes almost bugging out of your skull at what you see.
“Fuck.”
Golden eyes follow your line of sight, a soft blush colouring his cheeks as they land on the little wet spot that formed on the bed under where he had been. “I got a little carried away,” he says sheepishly, evidence of his own need leaking freely from his flushed cockhead.
“It’s so big,” you blurt out.
“Huh? What are you- Oh! Oh, that’s what you were looking at,” he laughs. “I, er, get told that a lot.”
“Can’t imagine why,” you mumble under your breath. However, lust begins to overshadow logic the longer you look at his dick, drooling precum and painfully hard. You wonder if your hands would fit around it, if it would break your jaw if you tried to put it in your mouth, if-
“Don’t worry.” His warm voice cuts off your thoughts as his hand runs soothingly over your tummy, dropping to a whisper. “We can make it fit.”
Bokuto reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out a foil packet, quickly tearing it open and rolling a condom over his cock. Part of you deflates as he covers it but you suppose it makes sense. In the blink of an eye, he’s on you again, kissing you deeply as he pulls your thighs around his waist and sits back on his haunches.
Taking himself in hand, he guides the blunt tip of his cock through your dewy folds, gathering your arousal and spreading down with his hand as he pumps himself. “Ready?”
“Mhm,” you nod. Anticipation thrums under your skin as he prods at your fluttering hole, slowly dipping inside it. He curses under his breath, entranced by the way your cunt swallows the bulbous tip, hot and tight around him. He feels so dizzyingly good, that it takes every effort not to slam into you and fuck you until you weep. A whimper catches his attention, his gaze flicking up to see your face scrunched in discomfort.
“Are you okay?”
“F-fine, it's just a lot.”
“Believe me, I know,” he grunts, massaging circles into your hip with one hand, the other playing gently with your clit. “Just relax, baby.”
His hands distract you a little from the dull burn you feel at the edges of your stretched entrance, but it ebbs as he starts to shallowly thrust his hips, popping the head in and out of you, pushing in just a little further each time to accustom you to his sheer size. After a while, he meets resistance, his balls pressed up against your ass once he’s fully inside, your walls hugging him tightly.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whines, pearly teeth pressing into his lower lip, his thick brows knitting together as you squeeze around him, sweat beading at his forehead.. You’re half delirious yourself, feeling so full that you fear you might come apart at the seams. You wouldn’t mind that, you think - as long as it’s him unravelling you.
You squirm, voice thin and breathy. “‘M so full.”
“Can I move?” You don’t even answer him and his hips are already grinding into you. “Please let me move.”
“Fuck me, Koutaro,” you mewl, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. “I want you.”
Barely able to hold back, Bokuto does just that. He fucks you like it’s his sole reason for existing. Every snap of his hips, every time his cock drags against your insides and bumps up against that delicate bundle of nerves, has you moaning wantonly, uncaring of who might overhear.. His heavy thrusts split you open, pushing you further into the pillows every time he slams into you.
“So perfect,” he moans. “Can’t get enough of you.”
It’s easy to forget that Bokuto’s physique isn’t just for display. Before you realise it, he’s pinning your thighs up against your body, your feet dangling over his broad shoulders as he forces you further into the mattress. Like this, he’s even deeper, impossibly so, stroking places inside you that you didn’t even know existed. Pure ecstasy courses through your body, your mouth hanging open as he fucks you harder, pulling sounds from your chest you didn’t think you were capable of making.
Despite how rough and desperate it is, he leans down and kisses you, his hips still pistoning in and out of you. When his lips meet yours, when he pants and moans into your mouth between messy kisses, you feel that fluttering in your chest again. Perhaps you're just drunk on pleasure, but it feels like love and devotion and everything you thought you’d never feel again at the hands of another. Tears prick at your eyes, half from emotion and half from being pounded so thoroughly, so you cling to him tighter and choke out his name like a prayer, over and over.
“Kou- Koutaro, ‘m so close,” you sob.
“Yeah?” he pants. “Gonna cum for me, aren't you? All for me. Only for me.” His fingers find your clit and all it takes are a few tight, wobbly circles before you’re falling apart on his cock, your tits pressed tight against his chest as you crumble to pieces. He fucks you through it, his thrusts growing sloppy and disjointed before he too reaches his peak with a loud, open-mouthed moan, each spurt of his cum filling the tip of the condom.
The two of you stay like that for a moment, sweaty and clinging to each other, your thighs trembling from the aftershocks, an ache settling in your muscles from the position you’ve been folded into. Bokuto drops his forehead to rest against your own and you wish that you could stay with him like this forever. But all too soon, he’s pulling out and you both hiss, leaving you to feel empty and lonely once again.
“You good?” he murmurs and when you nod, he gently lowers your legs to the mattress before he quickly hops off the bed and discards the condom. Forlornly, you sit up, glancing around the room for your clothes. There’s no doubt that now that this is over, you’ll part ways and this will all become a distant memory. You’ll compensate him for his time, as you’ve heard some people do, and that will be that.
“What are you doing?” he asks, as you start to slip your arms through the straps of your bra.
“Getting dressed?” He makes a confused face and sits on the edge of the mattress.
“Why?”
“... Isn’t that what usually happens?”
“Yeah, but not after one round,” he chuckles, plucking out another foil packet from the drawer. “The night is still young.”
“Oh. I see.”
“You don’t want more?” His tone is a little dejected and you smile at him halfheartedly.
“Of course I want more,” you say softly, your words carrying more weight than you can stand. “I want so much more.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he promises, cupping your cheek and raising your head so that you can see the honesty shining in his eyes. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“No?”
“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “And even when we are done, I was hoping you’d stay to cuddle.”
You feel yourself soften and grow hopeful. “Is it normal to do that after fucking a customer?”
“Not really. It’s also not normal to want to take my customers to brunch the morning after.” He sounds shy and hopeful and you want to kiss him all over again.
“Oh.”
“So?” Tentatively, he hooks a forefinger through your limp bra strap and cocks his head to the side. “What do you say? Would you want that?”
Holding his gaze, you wrap your hand around his and free his finger from the garment and tug him towards you, a giddy smile curling at your lips. “Yes,” you breathe, pulling him into a gentle kiss. “I want it. I want you.”
-> tags: @burnishedcrown @bigbadwolfwood @quaranweeb @crysugu @autumnalsteahouse @kuroosexuall @pressed-flower-journal @petriquors @tteokdorokimain @oinksa @unknownspecies @strawberrystepmom
— BURN BRIGHT FOR ME | bokuto x fem!reader
-> synopsis: the club isn’t the best place to find a lover but maybe the stage is
-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, stripper!bokuto, brief mentions of alcohol, lap dances, dry humping, cunnilingus, spit, body worship, protected vaginal sex, praise, manhandling, size kink
-> wc: 7k help
-> a/n: this has taken me forever to write so pls don’t let it all go to waste 🥹
The club is heaving, as one would expect on a Friday night, lit up only by dimmed spotlights and chandeliers. A thick fog of white smoke carpets the floor, spilling out from strategically placed machines hidden behind heavy curtains that have now been pulled back for tonight's performance. The air is alive with a buzz of excitement, the tang of alcohol and the sweet scent of women’s perfume clouding your senses where you sit. The table you’re sharing with your friends gives you the best seats in the house, a perfect view of what you’re paying good money to see.
They giggle and chatter and you can’t help feeling a thrill of anticipation run down your spine as the announcer makes her way to the front with a dazzling grin to get the show started. The three of you came here on a whim when you stumbled across one of the performers' social media accounts. Out of mild curiosity, you began to dig through the handsome man’s profile, before discovering a link that took you to the club’s website and before you could think twice, you sent it to the group chat. Needless to say, the girls took one look at the gallery and decided that it would be a crime to pass up the opportunity to see a bunch of muscular men stripping on stage.
“It’s starting!” Kaori squeals as the lighting is cut out completely, plunging the whole place into darkness. Music pours out from around you, slow and sensual, the beat settling heavily in your bones as it thumps rhythmically. One by one, stage lights burst to life, shining on each performer in time with the music. Every man is clad in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, top hats tipped low to shield their eyes in mystery, giving you only a taste of the sharp line of their jaws, their gloved hands folded neatly over black canes. The last spotlight turns on, right in the centre, revealing the final entertainer of the night. There’s a broad, charming grin on his face as he tips up the brim of his hat and winks at the crowd.
After that, the night becomes a blur.
There’s a lot of giggling, squealing and cheering as you watch performance after performance. After their initial introduction, each dancer has the stage to himself turn by turn, leaving their audience to fan their hot cheeks and toss every bill in their wallets on stage, even tucking them into the waistbands of their impossibly tiny underwear when they get close enough.
You feel like you’re caught in some delicious daydream, as ridiculously gorgeous men shed their clothes and thrust the air, purely for your entertainment. A few people from the audience are coaxed onto stage for lap dances, and you quickly find that those parts are the most entertaining. The way they encourage their guests to run their hands over their muscular bodies, guiding them gently and whispering things in their ears makes you feel more than a little hot under the collar.
But out of all of them, the one that catches your eye, to no great surprise, is the star of the club. His performance is last and by far the best, in your humble opinion. A murmur ripples through the crowd as he steps on, an easy grin on his face. Almost immediately, the audience begins to chant ‘take it off!’ and he winks, launching into his routine. He’s the only one that has kept the tuxedo as his costume, flinging his hat off into the sea of people before him, revealing bright, golden eyes and salt and pepper hair pushed up and away from his face.
This man is truly of a different calibre to the rest, you quickly realise. He has a way of hypnotising you with every movement, sensual and fluid as he pulls off his clothes one by one, revealing more and more of his perfectly sculpted form. You can’t tear your eyes away from him or his broad chest. But it’s not just the way he looks - the whole room feels electric from his presence, more bills fluttering around the stage like confetti, your own money joining the fray.
And then you blink and the tip of a cane appears beneath your chin. Your friends are nudging you forwards, encouraging you to accept his invitation and you quickly find yourself placing your hand in his so that he can hoist you onto the stage with him.
“Are you okay being up here?” he murmurs in your ear, guiding you to sit in the chair that has been brought out for this portion of his routine. You nod, taking a seat and willing your heartbeat to slow down.
“I am. I think.”
Large hands brace themselves on the back of the chair, his forearms bracketing the slope of your neck, trapping you against it. His voice is deep and just a little bit rough but kind nonetheless. “Good. Would you like to touch me?”
You’re taken aback for a moment but the raucous audience encourages you to whisper your assent and he grins wolfishly, causing you to shiver from excitement. He starts by testing the waters, grinding his hips in the tiny space between you, almost brushing against you but staying clear - enough to tempt but not enough to make you uncomfortable. Testing the waters, you suppose. “Keep your eyes on me,” he tells you. “I want you to enjoy this.” Shyly, your gaze slides up from your lap to meet his eyes, breath catching in your throat when you meet deep pools of gold. They’re sultry but gentle, bright and beautiful and completely mesmerising, just like the rest of him, if not more.
“I’m going to take your hands now. Is that okay?” he whispers.
“Yes,” you breathe. At this point, you think you’d agree to absolutely anything he asked of you, completely caught under his thrall. His hands slide down from your shoulders to your wrists, grasping them loosely before he leans back a little and guides your own pair over his torso, letting you run your palms over his taut abs, his skin warm and a little damp with sweat under your touch. Letting go of you for a moment, he grasps his trousers and tugs them off in one quick motion, the sound of velcro pulling apart drowned out by the crescendoing music and more ecstatic cheering.
Left in nothing more than his too-tight underwear to conceal whatever is left of his modesty, your cheeks flood with heat, and a giddy giggle tumbles from your lips as he begins to lead your hands over his rippling body once more. “You good?” he asks, smirking at the excited twinkle in your eyes.
“So good,” you reply, as he takes your hands lower.
“How about now?” he snickers, letting your fingers brush over his tailbone. “This okay?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Then let’s take these pretty hands lower.” You allow him to slide your hands down to the pert globes of his ass, your whole face flaming hot as your palms settle there. Releasing them, he grips the back of your chair once again, moving his hips in time with the music as he dips his head until he is but a hair's breadth away from your lips. The rest of the room falls away as his warm breath plays against your lips, the music becoming a dull thud in your ears, like you’re numb to all but the man before you. Euphoria courses through your veins, a new sort of high that you didn’t think you could experience at the hands of a stranger, and yet here you sit, skin tingling and alive from his sheer proximity.
“Are you gonna kiss me?” you find yourself asking teasingly, and his brows bounce up briefly in surprise as you dare to squeeze his ass.
“I’m not allowed to do that, I’m afraid.”
“I can touch your ass but can't kiss you?” you pout and he grins.
“Not right now you can’t,” he tells you. “I’m gonna lift you now, okay?” You nod, shrieking in surprise despite the warning when he scoops you up with little to no effort, letting you wrap your legs around his waist whilst your arms loop around his neck. The audience whoops behind you and you can’t help feeling just a little bit smug.
“Hot and strong,” you flirt. Where has this sudden surge of confidence come from? You’re not usually this brazen. This whole atmosphere is doing something to you. “Careful, or you’ll take my heart along with the rest of my cash.”
“These muscles aren’t just for show,” he says cockily. “Am I okay to dip you a little?”
Nodding, you allow him to flatten his hands against your back and let your torso drop away from him and down towards the floor, eliciting another squeal from you. From there, he lays you on the stage, right on top of his earnings for the night, rolling his whole body as he follows you down in a dive. Looming over you, he checks in with you again, his nose trailing down your throat and between your breasts.
Now, it bears mentioning that there is a reason as to why you are currently trapped beneath a hot stripper, why your friends insisted almost immediately that you pay this club a visit. It’s been an entire year since your fiance broke things off with you, and you’ve spent the majority of that time healing (read: moping). An entire year since you’ve been this close to an attractive man, let alone touched by one. But the extended dry spell of yours ends here, the rains of desire flooding deep in your belly as the man above you rolls his hips into yours and sends your mind spiralling, the half-hard bulge in his underwear dragging over your mound briefly with each sensual snap of his hips
“At least ask me to dinner first,” you joke breathlessly as he drops himself even closer to you, so that there's only a mere sliver of sexually charged air between your bodies.
“Do you want me to?”
“Would you?”
“I don’t see why not. You’re very pretty.”
“Is that so?” you murmur, belly swooping low with butterflies at the sincerity in his voice.
“‘Course. You can stick around and see what happens if you like.”
The performance begins to come to a close far sooner than you would like as he lifts you effortlessly into the air once again, placing you delicately on your feet before helping you off the stage. Is it a trick of the light and the result of too much loneliness, or does he keep glancing in your direction as his routine ends? Regardless, you sigh wistfully as he exits the stage, bringing the night of raunchy dances to a close.
“I can’t believe you got to go up there!” Yukie whines from, beside you. “Lucky bitch.”
“It looked like you were talking,” Kaori says, sipping from her martini glass and looking at you pointedly over the rim.
“He was just making sure I was okay with everything,” you say vaguely.
“Aw, that’s actually really sweet!”
“Right?”
The night wears on and soon enough, your smartly suited waiters are replaced by the performers of the night, much to the delight of every patron in the establishment. They wander around serving drinks and such, wearing dazzling smiles and little else. Secretly, you hope the stripper you briefly flirted with will look in your direction.
“I wish I could stay here forever,” Yukie sighs, shamelessly ogling whoever she could set her greedy eyes on.
“You could always come again,” comes a deep, playful voice. Your head whips up in recognition. Speak of the devil. “Did you ladies enjoy the show?”
The girls giggle and gush to him as he sets down your drinks, his eyes lingering on you as he delicately places your glass before you. You dare not meet his eyes, cheeks flaming as you recall what transpired not too long ago. Ever the entertainer, he chats animatedly with your friends, laughing loudly over the general buzz of the club.
“How about you?” He directs his question at you, his wide grin settling into something more mischievous. “What did you think?”
“Who, me?”
“Yeah.”
“Of what?”
“Of my performance, of course,” he says without missing a beat. “They don’t call me a star for nothin’!”
“So it would seem.” It feels like all eyes are on you and this man, Kaori and Yukie glancing furtively between the two of you and this odd tension that seems to simmer in the space between you.
“You didn’t like it?” he asks, almost sullenly, and it’s his tone that makes you look up with a raised brow.
“No, I did,” you affirm slowly. “I’ve never experienced anything quite like it.”
“Which part was your favourite?” Warmth creeps up your cheeks as your brief time on stage with him quickly flashes behind your eyes. Any confidence you had felt up there really was in the heat of the moment, and you can find no way to slip back into that side of you.
“All of it?” you answer unsurely, trying desperately not to give away that you very much enjoyed being under him. Apparently, it’s the right thing to say, because his bare chest puffs with pride as he comes around to your side of the table, taking the empty seat beside you.
“I’ve got a fan on my hands, huh?” he teases, waggling his thick brows.
“Oh my god,” you mumble, hiding your face in your hands out of embarrassment as the girls around you laugh. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that.
“Hey, hey, c’mon! Don’t get shy on me now!” he complains lightly, lower lipping pushing out in a pout - you can’t help thinking that expression looks downright adorable on him.
“I’m not!” you insist, sinking lower in your seat, not helping your case in the slightest.
“I think it’s time for a bathroom break, Kaori,” Yukie announces suddenly and the other girl nods and they rise from their seats in unison. They disappear before you can protest, leaving you alone with him.
“I didn’t catch your name,” he says as you watch them leave.
“I didn’t catch yours,” you shoot back reflexively.
“You want my real name?”
“Of course. A name for a name. It’s only fair, right?”
“I suppose that’s true!” he exclaims. “But don’t let the boss know I told you, ‘kay? It’s kinda against the rules.”
“What an odd rule,” you hum and he shrugs.
“Yeah, something to do with our privacy or whatever.”
“I see. And you’d be willing to share that with a stranger like me?” He chuckles sheepishly and scratches at his jaw. If the lights were any brighter, you’d see the sweet blush staining his cheekbones.
“It would make you not a stranger, wouldn’t it?”
“I suppose that’s true,” you nod, biting your lower lip to halt your grin from widening. Now that there are no eyes on you, you can allow yourself to relax a little.
“Exactly! I’m Bokuto Koutaro,” he says, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You accept, and offer him your own name, to which he beams at you, almost blindingly. “Pleasure to meet you!”
The two of you barely get to strike up any meaningful conversation before the girls reappear, much to your disappointment. Bokuto rises from his seat and gives you an apologetic smile, his eyes lingering on you as he speaks.
“I’ll leave you ladies to enjoy your night.”
“Actually,” Kaori says slowly, looking between you as she subtly nudges Yukie with her elbow. “We were just about to head to the bar. Right?”
“Huh? But we just got our drin- Oh! Right, right, we were!”
“But guys-”
“See ya later!” they chorus, leaving just as quickly as they came. A moment later your phone lights up with a message in the group chats that reads:
Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do ;)
“That was weird,” he says offhandedly as he sits back down and you hum in agreement, chewing on your lip in thought. It’s quiet for a moment as you sip pensively from your glass, at a complete loss for what to say. Thankfully, it seems he’s used to such lapses in conversation and pipes up. “Actually, how about we talk somewhere more private?”
“Do you talk to all of your customers in private?”
“Sometimes,” he grins, cocking his head to the side playfully. “Sometimes they don’t wanna talk.”
“And what do you do then?” you ask, though you think you already know the answer.
“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” he says and then mumbles under his breath. “Or at least, that’s what Daichi tells me. He’s always so secretive about his customers.”
“Huh?”
“So? Would you like to?”
You blink at him blankly for a moment. Fuck it, you think. I’ll take what I can get at this point. “Why not,” you shrug and take the hand he offers you. Guiding you through the club, the two of you head towards the back, weaving through a maze of tables to pass through a door that deposits you in a quiet, dark corridor.
“Follow me.” The two of you pass by several doors, each emblazoned with a plaque that has a different name etched into it. You quickly realise that these must be the dressing rooms for each performer and after a few more stops, you come to a stop outside of his door. He pushes the door open and pulls you inside. “Welcome to my humble abode. Cool, right?”
The room is brightly lit and littered with scraps of costumes and a pile of loose bills from the night's show. There's a plush sofa pushed against the far wall and his dressing table is littered with cans of hairspray and tubs of gel along with photographs of groups of people that surround his mirror. The room smells heavily of cologne, enough to make your head swim a little. All in all, it’s the sort of space you might expect from a guy like him.
“It’s a little messy, I know, but that’s just how it gets after a show,” he explains, shutting the door behind him. “You should see ‘The Great King’s’ dressing room, it’s way worse, I swear. Anyway, this isn’t what I had in mind. C’mon.”
Bokuto walks towards a door that’s about a foot away from the couch and beckons you over. “Is this the part where you kill me in cold blood,” you joke as you follow him.
“Nah, you’re a little too cute to be my victim.” The compliment is sincere and completely unexpected, causing heat to flood your cheeks. There’s something about him, between the hypnotising presence he has on stage and the sweet, carefree disposition he has off it, that pulls you towards him. Bokuto is magnetic, pulling you into his orbit effortlessly, reeling you in closer and closer, a star burning bright in every way.
This second room is completely different to the first. You wouldn’t call it messy as such, more that it looks lived in. The silky, silvery bed sheets are imperfectly made up, an abundance of pillows sitting against the headboard. The wardrobe is open, but the clothes inside it are neatly hung up and the lights are turned low, a candle flickering softly in the window sill, overlooking the streets below. It smells like cardamom and vanilla, a sweetly comforting blend that wraps around you and makes you feel at ease. Like him, you think idly.
“You live here?”
“Nah, this is just where I crash after a show. It’s like a home away from home y’know?”
“I’m assuming this is where you bring your customers as well?” you ask, pursing your lips and raising an eyebrow at him.
“Nope,” he says, flopping back on the bed and patting the space beside him. “If someone wants to spend the night with me, they usually pay for a hotel room.”
“So why have you brought me here?”
Bokuto shrugs and looks up at the ceiling. “You’re interesting.”
“Let me guess, ‘I’m not like other girls’, am I?” you mock lightly and he laughs, the sound of it endearing.
“Other girls can be interesting, sure,” he says, eyes twinkling as his laughter fades. “But they’re not here right now, are they?”
“Lucky me,” you murmur shyly. “I get to spend the night conversing with the club’s number one stripper.”
“Hey, the people out there would kill to sit where you are. You’re very lucky.”
“You’re not very humble, are you?” you snort.
“It’s true!”
And it is. There’s no arrogance in his tone, no better-than-you smugness to be found in his handsome face. Sure, he’s a little cocky, but it’s not unfounded and it’s not suffocating either - it’s quite attractive, actually. He speaks the truth every time he opens his mouth, exactly as it is and nothing more.
It’s easy to talk to him away from the noise of the club, even easier to laugh with him. The two of you migrate from the edge of the bed to sitting against the leather headboard, lounging in his pile of pillows as you talk about everything and nothing. As it happens, he’s also a relatively unknown volleyball player, but the money he earns from it, as much as he adores the sport, isn’t enough to sustain him - hence, the club.
The night wears on and you slowly grow closer, drawn to one another by some invisible force. You’re laying on your sides, face to face, your hands resting between you, close enough for your fingers to brush. Never in a million years would you expect to be where you are now, laying in bed with a barely clothed stripper way past midnight, in some club you’ve never been to before. In all honesty, this is the first night in a long time that you haven’t paid any mind to your ex. All thoughts of him were trampled into the vinyl flooring the moment you were pulled onto stage.
“Can I ask you something?”
Sort of.
“Yeah.”
Bokuto chews his lip, like he’s picking his words carefully. “What made you come here tonight?”
“That question has a few answers,” you sigh but you decide to be honest. After all, there’s no use pretending anymore. “But honestly, it all comes down to my ex.”
“Trying to get over him?” he guesses.
“Something like that. Now that I think about it, I think I’ve been over him for a while. I’ve just been having trouble forgetting him even though it’s been a whole year since we broke up.”
Bokuto nods sagely. “A lot of people come here to forget. Whether it’s relationship trouble or work stress or whatever, it all gets left out there the moment they step through the doors.”
“My brain does tend to empty itself out when I see a hot, unclothed man,” you hum.
He chuckles and gestures with his hand. “There you go.”
A beat of silence passes, and then it all comes out. “We were supposed to get married,” you tell him quietly. “Everything was perfect. He was the sort of man girls dream about being with, y’know? We were so, so happy.”
“What happened?”
You shrug. “He just left one day. Just poof, vanished. All of his belongings were gone when I woke up. All he left me was a note that said ‘I can’t do this anymore’. That’s all I got.” You laugh humourlessly, picking at the corner of one of his many cushions. “We were on good terms as well! We weren’t fighting, there were no grudges, nothing. As far as I know, he didn’t cheat either. He just… left. I struggled to cope without him for a long, long time.”
“I’m sorry,” he says gently, offering you an apologetic smile. “I know this might not mean much coming from a guy like… well, me.” He gestures vaguely to himself. “But sometimes, you find happiness in the strangest places, places you never thought it would be. You just have to look a little harder.”
“Wow,” you murmur. “That’s quite wise.”
“That’s because I am wise!” he grins proudly, which pulls a giggle out of you and melts the serious air around you. It’s the first time in a good while that you’ve felt a glimmer of hope spark in your heart. You reach out your hand and knit your fingers through his, filled with that same confidence from before that you didn’t know you were capable of.
“Hey, Bo,” you whisper. He hums curiously, golden eyes glowing almost silver as they reflect the moonlight. “Remember what you said? About being a gentleman?”
“Hmm… That we don’t kiss and tell?” He squeezes your hand once, running his thumb over your knuckles in an affectionate manner as you nod.
“Does that apply to me too?”
“Sure it does.”
“So if I kissed you now, would that stay in this room?”
“If that’s what you want, then yeah.”
“What if.” You lick your lips and dare to shuffle closer, until you can make out each of his lashes and all the flecks of amber in his eyes. “What if it was… more than that?”
Reaching out his free hand, he gently runs his knuckles over the swell of your cheek, featherlight and sweet as a whisper. Your eyes flutter shut at his tender touch. Maybe you’re starved for this, any crumb of affection you can get, or maybe the alcohol from earlier still clouds your judgement, but there’s one thing you’re certain of.
You can’t get enough of him.
“It can all stay in here.”
Your mind is made up. Reaching out, you run your fingers over his lower lip, breath catching in your throat as he catches your wrist and stills your hand. Gold burns deep into your soul as he flutters little kisses over your fingertips, dragging his lips down to your palm and then to the inside of your wrist, right where your erratic pulse resides. His lips are warm and soft, curling into a lopsided smile as he suddenly pulls you towards himself, simultaneously twisting himself onto his back. You land half on top of him, bashfully averting your gaze from his.
“Hey,” he murmurs, tipping your chin up. “Eyes on me.” Your mouth feels too dry to spit out a response so you nod, your faces inching closer together until you can feel the warmth of his breath waft over your lips. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”
When he speaks, you can feel his lips ghost over yours in a barely there kiss that makes your heart pound. Who eliminated the gap between you, you’re not certain, but suddenly his mouth is on yours and your fingers are buried in his hair and before you know it, you’re straddling his waist in a desperate attempt to get closer. Someone whines as tongue joins the equation and what begins as tentative and sweet, becomes needy and shameless.
You’re panting into his mouth as your kisses grow messier, unable to still the rocking of your hips right over his half hard cock. There’s been a storm brewing in the darkest depths of your belly all night, and now lightning crackles through your veins whilst thunder takes up residence in your ribcage.
“You sure you want this?” Bokuto grunts as you roll your hips on him just right.
“Do I seem unsure to you?” The breathless sarcasm isn’t lost on him and he huffs out a laugh, his large hands squeezing at the soft flesh of your hips so that he can help guide your movements.
“Just making sure.”
“I’m so glad you’re not wearing anything,” you huff against his mouth. Your hands are greedier than your eyes, wandering every inch of his bare skin. Strong muscles ripple and twitch under your touch, and if you knew him any better, you’d know that he’s actually squirming because he’s ticklish everywhere. “You’re so hot, Bo.”
“Yeah?” he gasps. “Hotter than all the others, right?”
“Way hotter,” you affirm, attaching your lips to his throat and sucking roughly.
“Good. You tryin’ to leave a mark or something?” he chuckles, his hands sliding back to grope at your asscheeks, the fabric of your dress bunching up between his fingers.
You pull back uncertainly, lips kiss-swollen and pupils blown wide with desire. “Is that okay?”
Brushing your hair back, he tugs you back in and kisses you softly and for a moment, it feels like you’re lovers. Like it’s not just your bodies that are about to become intertwined, but your hearts will be entangled too, each vein and artery criss-crossing until you share every beat, every drop of blood.
“It is,” he whispers. All of a sudden, he flips you without any effort, pressing your back into the pillows as he hovers over you, smirking at your surprised little gasp. “But I think you deserve all the attention tonight. Whaddya say?”
Swallowing hard, you nod, relaxing back as he carefully unzips your dress and peels it off you, leaving you in nothing but a thin lacy bra and panties. Any shyness is forgotten as he eyes you hungrily, the prominent bulge in his underwear filling you with an odd sort of pride. You sit up a little and reach behind you, unhooking the band of your bra and tossing it aside, before hooking your fingers into your underwear and tugging them off as well.
“I wanted to do that,” he pouts, his hand coming up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing lightly so that it bulges between his fingers.
“You haven’t taken off enough clothes for one night?” you joke, settling back again.
“Yeah but they weren’t yours, were they? It’s different.”
“And mine are special, are they?”
“You are,” he says honestly. “I wanted to take my time for once. I don’t know what it is, but with you I want this to last. It’s the least you deserve.”
His name falls from your lips, more delicate than a feather, your whole core throbbing with need. There is no name for this flutter in your heart, no words to explain why you feel this inexplicable need to keep him all to yourself. Bokuto belongs to the world, but right now he is yours alone. Should anyone take him from you at this moment, your heart would surely break.
“Call me Koutarou.” He smiles at you sweetly, completely at odds with how he parts your legs and settles between them, roughened palms gliding over the bare skin of your thighs. A deep, happy hum rumbles in his chest as you whisper his name. Dipping down, he presses haphazard kisses in the wake of his touch, wet little pecks that make you shiver the closer he gets to your centre. You know you’re soaked. You can feel the stickiness that drools out of you, slipping dangerously close to the bed sheets as he pushes your legs even wider.
More kisses cover your inner thighs, the odd playful nibble making you gasp as he decorates your skin with spit, teeth marks and blooming bruises. Your hands sink into his hair, surprisingly soft as your fingers comb through the salt and pepper strands. And then his mouth reaches its destination and your grip tightens as he licks a long, flat-tongued stripe, ass to clit and spits on your syrupy flesh.
Owlish eyes bore into yours, dark with lust as he swirls the wet muscle over your sensitive bud before sucking into his mouth. The pleasure spikes suddenly and your hips buck, need bubbling hot and quick in your belly. Before you can ask him to slow down, he releases your clit and laps at your folds experimentally before he dips his tongue into your entrance. He may have said that this is all for you, but judging by the way his eyes roll back into his skull and he groans long and deep, it’s safe to assume that he finds pleasure in this too.
“Kou-” you whine as he buries his face deeper into your cunt, drinking from you as if he’s never tasted a drop of water in his life. The sounds coming from his mouth grow more obscene the longer he spends ravaging you with his mouth, loudly slurping and grunting against you like a starved beast. Your eyes squeeze shut against the ecstasy, hips rolling into his no doubt dripping face, fingers so tight in his hair that if he moves wrong, you might pull out a small clump of it.
But Bokuto seems oblivious to any pain, so drunk on the taste of you that he barely even comes up for air. When he does pull back for the briefest moment, his chin and lips glossy and his eyes full of stars, he smacks your thighs and huffs in mild annoyance, keeping you warm and pliant with two thick fingers buried inside you. “Don’t close your eyes,” he tells you as he licks his lips. “Look at me. Look at what I’m doing to your sweet pussy.”
And he dives back in for more.
“I want you to cum on my face,” he mumbles into you as he feels you tighten around his fingers. “I want it.”
You can barely think straight, but you manage to stutter, “I-I thought this was about me.”
“Baby, it is, it is,” he groans, flicking his tongue rapidly over your stiff clit and forcing your back to arch. “‘S all about you. But I should get a reward for making you feel so good, right? That’s what I want.”
This time, you don’t respond, so overcome with pleasure that every vein in your body brims with crackling lightning, sparking scalding hot in your belly until finally, it bursts and you tumble over the edge with a sharp cry of his name. Even as your body trembles under his hands, he continues to lick at your pussy, catching every last drop of cum that leaks out of you, only stopping when you whimper and push his head away. “T-too much.”
Moving up the bed, he kisses you, licking heavily into your mouth and pushing the taste of your own juices onto your tongue. His cock is hard, twitching against your thigh. At some point, he must have shed the last scrap of cloth shielding his modesty and now you can feel every thick inch of him. Bokuto pulls away and you look down, your eyes almost bugging out of your skull at what you see.
“Fuck.”
Golden eyes follow your line of sight, a soft blush colouring his cheeks as they land on the little wet spot that formed on the bed under where he had been. “I got a little carried away,” he says sheepishly, evidence of his own need leaking freely from his flushed cockhead.
“It’s so big,” you blurt out.
“Huh? What are you- Oh! Oh, that’s what you were looking at,” he laughs. “I, er, get told that a lot.”
“Can’t imagine why,” you mumble under your breath. However, lust begins to overshadow logic the longer you look at his dick, drooling precum and painfully hard. You wonder if your hands would fit around it, if it would break your jaw if you tried to put it in your mouth, if-
“Don’t worry.” His warm voice cuts off your thoughts as his hand runs soothingly over your tummy, dropping to a whisper. “We can make it fit.”
Bokuto reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out a foil packet, quickly tearing it open and rolling a condom over his cock. Part of you deflates as he covers it but you suppose it makes sense. In the blink of an eye, he’s on you again, kissing you deeply as he pulls your thighs around his waist and sits back on his haunches.
Taking himself in hand, he guides the blunt tip of his cock through your dewy folds, gathering your arousal and spreading down with his hand as he pumps himself. “Ready?”
“Mhm,” you nod. Anticipation thrums under your skin as he prods at your fluttering hole, slowly dipping inside it. He curses under his breath, entranced by the way your cunt swallows the bulbous tip, hot and tight around him. He feels so dizzyingly good, that it takes every effort not to slam into you and fuck you until you weep. A whimper catches his attention, his gaze flicking up to see your face scrunched in discomfort.
“Are you okay?”
“F-fine, it's just a lot.”
“Believe me, I know,” he grunts, massaging circles into your hip with one hand, the other playing gently with your clit. “Just relax, baby.”
His hands distract you a little from the dull burn you feel at the edges of your stretched entrance, but it ebbs as he starts to shallowly thrust his hips, popping the head in and out of you, pushing in just a little further each time to accustom you to his sheer size. After a while, he meets resistance, his balls pressed up against your ass once he’s fully inside, your walls hugging him tightly.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whines, pearly teeth pressing into his lower lip, his thick brows knitting together as you squeeze around him, sweat beading at his forehead.. You’re half delirious yourself, feeling so full that you fear you might come apart at the seams. You wouldn’t mind that, you think - as long as it’s him unravelling you.
You squirm, voice thin and breathy. “‘M so full.”
“Can I move?” You don’t even answer him and his hips are already grinding into you. “Please let me move.”
“Fuck me, Koutaro,” you mewl, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. “I want you.”
Barely able to hold back, Bokuto does just that. He fucks you like it’s his sole reason for existing. Every snap of his hips, every time his cock drags against your insides and bumps up against that delicate bundle of nerves, has you moaning wantonly, uncaring of who might overhear.. His heavy thrusts split you open, pushing you further into the pillows every time he slams into you.
“So perfect,” he moans. “Can’t get enough of you.”
It’s easy to forget that Bokuto’s physique isn’t just for display. Before you realise it, he’s pinning your thighs up against your body, your feet dangling over his broad shoulders as he forces you further into the mattress. Like this, he’s even deeper, impossibly so, stroking places inside you that you didn’t even know existed. Pure ecstasy courses through your body, your mouth hanging open as he fucks you harder, pulling sounds from your chest you didn’t think you were capable of making.
Despite how rough and desperate it is, he leans down and kisses you, his hips still pistoning in and out of you. When his lips meet yours, when he pants and moans into your mouth between messy kisses, you feel that fluttering in your chest again. Perhaps you're just drunk on pleasure, but it feels like love and devotion and everything you thought you’d never feel again at the hands of another. Tears prick at your eyes, half from emotion and half from being pounded so thoroughly, so you cling to him tighter and choke out his name like a prayer, over and over.
“Kou- Koutaro, ‘m so close,” you sob.
“Yeah?” he pants. “Gonna cum for me, aren't you? All for me. Only for me.” His fingers find your clit and all it takes are a few tight, wobbly circles before you’re falling apart on his cock, your tits pressed tight against his chest as you crumble to pieces. He fucks you through it, his thrusts growing sloppy and disjointed before he too reaches his peak with a loud, open-mouthed moan, each spurt of his cum filling the tip of the condom.
The two of you stay like that for a moment, sweaty and clinging to each other, your thighs trembling from the aftershocks, an ache settling in your muscles from the position you’ve been folded into. Bokuto drops his forehead to rest against your own and you wish that you could stay with him like this forever. But all too soon, he’s pulling out and you both hiss, leaving you to feel empty and lonely once again.
“You good?” he murmurs and when you nod, he gently lowers your legs to the mattress before he quickly hops off the bed and discards the condom. Forlornly, you sit up, glancing around the room for your clothes. There’s no doubt that now that this is over, you’ll part ways and this will all become a distant memory. You’ll compensate him for his time, as you’ve heard some people do, and that will be that.
“What are you doing?” he asks, as you start to slip your arms through the straps of your bra.
“Getting dressed?” He makes a confused face and sits on the edge of the mattress.
“Why?”
“... Isn’t that what usually happens?”
“Yeah, but not after one round,” he chuckles, plucking out another foil packet from the drawer. “The night is still young.”
“Oh. I see.”
“You don’t want more?” His tone is a little dejected and you smile at him halfheartedly.
“Of course I want more,” you say softly, your words carrying more weight than you can stand. “I want so much more.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get,” he promises, cupping your cheek and raising your head so that you can see the honesty shining in his eyes. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“No?”
“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’. “And even when we are done, I was hoping you’d stay to cuddle.”
You feel yourself soften and grow hopeful. “Is it normal to do that after fucking a customer?”
“Not really. It’s also not normal to want to take my customers to brunch the morning after.” He sounds shy and hopeful and you want to kiss him all over again.
“Oh.”
“So?” Tentatively, he hooks a forefinger through your limp bra strap and cocks his head to the side. “What do you say? Would you want that?”
Holding his gaze, you wrap your hand around his and free his finger from the garment and tug him towards you, a giddy smile curling at your lips. “Yes,” you breathe, pulling him into a gentle kiss. “I want it. I want you.”
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chapter 3.5- texting
(this is just a short little thing kind of meant to tie the last chapter to the next one :) )
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(Y/n) hey?
Unknown Number I got your number from Yacchan, I hope you don't mind
It's Bokuto by the way
(Y/n) i don't mind
but hey also seems like someone didn't mention that they're a pro vb player...
Bokuto-san ⭐️ Oops?
In my defense you didn't tell me much about you either
And then we find out from our manager that the team is working with you for advertising
(Y/n) still...
imagine my surprise when i find out that my fake brother with frosted tips is famous
Bokuto-san ⭐️ You're not going to let me hear the end of that are you
(Y/n) nope
Bokuto-san ⭐️ Didn't think so
(Y/n) is there a specific reason you decided to text me?
Bokuto-san ⭐️ I was wondering
Would you like to come to my practice tonight
And we can get something to eat afterwards?
It'll give you the chance to meet the team
For your designy advertisey thing
(Y/n) that sounds nice actually i would love to
Bokuto-san ⭐️ Yay 😜
(Y/n) did you just use a tongue out emoji?
Bokuto-san ⭐️ What's so wrong with that? 😳😤😆
(Y/n) omg there's no way you're a 24 year old man
Bokuto-san ⭐️ 25 in September actually
(Y/n) even worse
Bokuto-san ⭐️ HEY 😢😭😔
(Y/n) whatever 🙄😪😒
Bokuto-san ⭐️ See, you're not innocent either I'll text you the address of the gym, our practice starts at 4 Looking forward to seeing you there
(Y/n) I'll be there
Bokuto-san ⭐️ 😃❤️
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chapter 4: meet the team
You spent longer than usual getting ready. You had to find something for both the MSBY practice and for your outing with Bokuto afterwards. Could you call it a date? You don't know and are a little too embarrassed to ask. Though you had spent nearly an hour texting him, you still didn't know how you felt about him. It was hard to say the relationship between you two, but that wasn't something you were thinking about currently, as you wondered if you would make a good first impression to his team.
You were a little nervous to meet the volleyball team, though how could you not be? They were of monstrous height (most of them anyway), monstrous strength, and just monsters in general (why else name their generation that way?) That was all you could think about on the walk to the gymnasium.
Even from the hallway leading to the gym, you could hear a ball slam on the court, along with shouts and laughs. Deciding to wo-man up, you walked in the gym. Immediately several players noticed your presence and began murmuring to each other. A certain handsome man with bright golden eyes turned in your direction and bounded towards you. He was very energetic and it was hard for you to believe his age.
"HEY HEY HEY (L/n)! Good to see you again!" He pulled you into a strong hug. You jokingly gagged at the layer of sweat he was covered in but hugged him back anyway. Unbeknownst to you the team was giving Bokuto looks; smirks and thumbs up (and other gestures that won't be named). He gave them a look before letting you out of the embrace and smiling at you. He then led you over to his coach and one of the managers for the team, who introduced herself as the woman you had been in correspondence with.
The coach of the team didn't initially pay much attention to you, however the female manager gave you a kind smile before sparking conversation about things you had designed before. You learned her name was Misaki Hana. She was an attractive young woman who was probably a few years older than you, with brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, you felt a little self conscious. The woman was very nice though, and you easily went back and forth with her.
The players were very intrigued by you and even more so by Bokuto's reaction to you. Watching you interact with their manager, they looked between you and Bokuto, whose intent gaze was glued to your face. With this in mind, Atsumu made his way over to you to 'introduce himself' and totally not to push a certain outside hitter's buttons (he would never do such a thing!).
"Welll if it isn't (L/n)! You know, yer much prettier in person" you looked away from MSBY's manager to a tall man with dyed blond hair. You would've been a little annoyed at someone rudely interrupting your conversation had you been in any other setting, but then his compliment really hit you.
"Oh, thank you-" you barely got out before he cut in again.
"I've heard so much about ya. Bokkun is quite the loudmouth and add a pretty girl into the mix an' it's obvious-"
"Who are you?" you interrupted him this time. Of course, you knew who he was already. You recognized him from the bar and from the player roster. He was the starting setter for the Black Jackals and had gone to Inarizaki, a school that your parents were considering sending you to when you were younger. You weren't really expecting his personality to be like this, truthfully. But after looking into each player you had found he had a dedicated fanbase (of mostly women). He looked over at Bokuto, who had an unreadable expression on. His mouth was pursed into a thin line, his brows slightly furrowed, and he was looking directly at the man in front of you. The man turned back to you before grabbing your hand.
"Miya Atsumu, but you can call me whenever you want" he absurdly winked. He made sure to emphasize it and your eyes widened at his obvious flirting. Your heart jumped since you hadn't been expecting to be hit on in a volleyball gym of all places, but maybe you should've known better. Regardless, you simply laughed at him and waved him off.
"Clearly you already know me, but it's nice to meet you, Miya".
"Call me Atsumu, that's what everyone calls me". You weren't really sure about calling this guy by his first name considering you didn't know him very well, but if he insisted then you figured you'd oblige.
"Well then, it's nice to meet you Atsumu" you gave him a small smile and turned back to the manager. Unbeknownst to you, she had been giving Atsumu a death glare the entire time he had been flirting with you, urging him to leave you alone.
Coach Samson, sensing that not much practicing was being done by any of the players anyway, decided to have the manager introduce you to the team officially. The anxious pit that was your stomach made you nauseous and excited all at the same time.
"Everyone, I am happy for you to meet (L/n) (Y/n). She'll be helping us advertise your big game versus the Adlers-" which she could barely get out before there was basically an eruption amongst the men. It was clear that the game would be very personal for some of them, especially the ginger.
When their excitement had died down, several of the team members crowded around you and wildly introduced themselves. It was overwhelming, and you wished that they all composed themselves like the quiet black-haired man standing away from the group. They were all very friendly however, so you started getting to know them personally.
-BOKUTO-
Lately, Bokuto had been thinking about his life and his priorities a lot differently. The main reason for that was the very girl visiting practice today. The topic of love and girls was something familiar and yet confounding to the man.
Women had always been into him, of course. It was something he had been acutely aware of since high school. As one of the top 5 aces in the country, he had plenty of fans and a lot of them were girls. All of Fukurodani's games had large cheering sections of girls he both knew and didn't know. Despite this, he had never been big on dating or investing into his love life. However, he couldn't deny the way he had been feeling ever since that chance meeting in the bar. As much as he might seem like one sometimes, he wasn't an idiot and knew what that feeling was.
There was a genuine attraction to you to a level that he hadn't felt with another woman quite possibly ever. You were beautiful, smart, friendly, and able to put up with him and his somewhat overbearing personality. Over the last few days, he had conjured up fantasies of what his life would be like if you were a guaranteed part of it. He imagined domestic situations, vacations, a wedding, your first apartment together, the house you would buy for mini baby Bokutos. He had snapped out of it at that point, and nearly launched himself into an existential mid-life crisis.
Sure, for now he was in his early 20's, until he turns 25 in September, and then he's basically 30, which would make him middle aged, and beyond the general starting point for getting married or having a family and-
"I was a defensive specialist in high school, so I kind of had to be good at everything" she told Hinata who was looking at her incredulously. Finding out she had been a volleyball player piqued Bokuto's interest even more than he thought was possible. Hinata asked her to practice with them, to which she politely declined as she wasn't really in the mood to show off in the dress/nice outfit she was wearing.
Pretty soon, Coach yelled at the men to get back to practice or they would have extra conditioning.
Getting back to practice, he decided he would show off just for you.
-(Y/N)-
You had a great time getting to know everyone, though you had to admit you did feel sweet relief when Misaki called you back over to sit on the bench with her while the men got back to practice.
You couldn't help but watch the men with awe in between looking at pictures of Misaki's pet cat. They were truly a sight to behold, and you wondered how an actual game would go if this was what they looked like during practice.
The coach laughed at the look on your face, and it was almost like he read your mind.
"You know, since you're helping us to advertise for our big game, how do you feel about a free ticket to come and see it in person?"
Your grin gave away your opinion on the matter immediately. You were even more excited to work with the team and hoped that your skill would be up to par for what they were looking for.
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Eventually, their practice ended and the men headed to the locker room to shower or get their stuff to go. Bokuto came over to you before heading in and explained he would be showering and to wait for him to be done. You waited on the bench for him as the players emerged one by one, and you waved goodnight to each of them. You sat on your phone waiting for Bokuto to emerge. Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, you had no idea how much time had passed.
"Ready to go?" you looked up to find the very man you had been waiting for. He was dressed decently in (honestly whatever outfit you want to see him in). You looked him up and down and he laughed. You stood up and nodded before the two of you headed off into the night.
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chapter 5: a date
You made pleasant casual conversation with Bokuto as you two walked down a main sidewalk. You looked into the windows of shops as you passed, eyeing all sorts of new fashion and gadgets.
"Here we are!" he loudly interrupted the somewhat peaceful conversation you had been having. The two of you faced an average sized shop.
The sign outside of the shop read 'Onigiri Miya'. You thought back to meeting Atsumu today. Maybe it was a coincidence that the shop was named so similarly to the man, but it was strange to have no relation.
A little bell dinged when the two of you walked in. There was only a few people scattered at tables in the restaurant. When you went up to the counter, you felt a strange feeling of familiarity as you made eye contact with the man behind the counter: a near exact replica of Atsumu.
Bokuto, of course, began with his signature 'hey hey hey!', while you giggled at his funny quirk. That didn't stop you from looking back at the carbon copy of Atsumu.
"Look who it is, whaddya want?" clearly the man knew Bokuto, as he looked at him. He felt another pair of eyes on him and looked to you, and his demeanor slightly changed, "or anything for you miss?".
You chuckled at his change in attitude but went silent when Bokuto put his arm around your shoulder. You eyed him and noticed the change in the look on his face. It was similar to the one he had made when you interacted with Atsumu earlier. He subconsciously squeezed your shoulder as you looked the menu over, before finally deciding what you wanted. Your date ordered as well, and you looked around for places you could sit.
The two of you sat down at a table towards the back corner of the shop, to try and have some semblance of privacy. Your mind was still elsewhere, on the man behind the counter.
"That's Osamu, Atsumu's twin brother", he explained to you. It seemed that he had noticed your confusion.
"That makes sense" you responded. It then made sense to you on why Atsumu had preferred you call him by his first name despite not even knowing him. He was probably used to everyone calling him that to not confuse him and his twin. You found Osamu very handsome (which I guess by association means you find Atsumu attractive too? But do you get what I'm saying when you find him in particular attractive), but not as much so as the man sitting in front of you. You would have to remember to ask if you could call him by his first name as well.
"He actually reminds me of Sakusa's siblings. Honestly, that whole family can seem a little cold, but once you get to know them you see how they really are" you were surprised to learn that Sakusa had siblings.
"He has siblings?" you questioned.
"Yeah, so does Hinata. He has a little sister. I have sisters too" he said excitedly, thinking about his siblings. You remembered back to the bar, when he had said that he would want someone to do the same thing for his sisters if they were in your situation.
"They're both older than me, but we've always been really close. I hope you get to meet them someday" he gazed into your eyes. Your heartbeat fastened and you felt your hands become a little sweatier than before. He grabbed your hands from across the small table as the two of you slowly leaned in. You were absolutely ready to finally kiss the handsome man in front of you. Your eyes shut when-
"No PDA in my shop please and thank you" Osamu interrupted with your two bowls of (whatever you ordered). Bokuto's hair quite literally deflated at the ruined moment but the smell of his food quickly distracted him. You had to snap out of the intense emotions you were experiencing, and reel over the fact you almost just kissed a mega-hot volleyball star.
"Enjoy" Osamu said before making his exit. Bokuto had already dug in, and you decided it was time to try it. You weren't disappointed, and you weren't at all surprised to hear from Bokuto that food had always been a passion for Osamu. It was clear that he put a lot of heart into his meals.
Before you knew it, both of your bowls were empty and you had more casual conversation to get to know each other even more. You even had debates about different movies, like if Heathers was actually better than Mean Girls. It was all exciting, playful, and fun. You loved talking with him and couldn't help but imagine if you got to have this kind of conversation around a dinner table with him every night. It was just very domestic.
After the bill had been paid (Bokuto absolutely insisted on paying, and you let him on the condition that you would return the favor some time), the two of you still lingered at the table, not wanting your time together to end. That was when Bokuto suddenly spoke.
"I have somewhere I want to take you" he said. He offered you his hand. Yet again, he was being slightly secretive with his plans and where he wanted to take you. It didn't matter to you though; you trusted him completely. You took his hand and went with him to your next destination.
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chapter 6: kiss
After leaving Osamu's restaurant, you followed Bokuto to an undisclosed location which strangely seemed to follow your typical route home. To your surprise, it basically was. He had lead you to the front of your apartment building.
"Stalker much?" you joked.
"Yachi told me" he admitted. Yachi seemed to do a lot of meddling in your relationship now that you thought about it. Not that you would complain, since all of it had turned out positive so far. You could only roll your eyes at her though, before going up the elevator to the roof.
You had never actually been up here before, despite having lived in this same building for a little while now. You could see lots of other skyscrapers and buildings. The night sky was beautiful, even while lacking in stars due to the light pollution. You thought back to the stars you had seen as a child, before you knew the constellations by name and could make up their shapes. You felt small again, and found yourself missing the clearer night sky you used to know.
Bokuto cleared his throat next to you, attempting to bring your attention back to him. It was clear you were in la-la land and needed to be brought back down to earth. You felt a little embarrassed for zoning out while on a date but he just told you he found it cute.
You quickly found yourself making eye contact with him again. It made your heart skip a beat, and you swore you could see his pupils dilate. Maybe that was just wishful thinking on your part. Time seemed like it slowed down as you stood there for seconds, minutes. Only gazing into those alluring eyes that were windows to a beautiful soul and bright personality.
You wished you could read his mind. Know what he was thinking about all this, about you. Your question was semi-answered with his next words.
"So beautiful" he whispered uncharacteristically. It was nice to know he was capable of being calm and quiet. His gaze on you was still intense. He placed his hand on your cheek and it engulfed half of your face.
Your heartbeat picked up its pace. You hadn't felt this way for anyone in so long. Honestly, you haven't felt this deeply for anyone ever. There was just something about Bokuto that was just so addictively attractive. He had an exciting personality and you never had a dull moment or conversation with him. He always knew how to make you laugh or feel comfortable. Despite first impressions, he was actually witty and his sweet disposition made it impossible for anyone to dislike him. He was outrageously sexy, of course, with muscles upon muscles (those back muscles COME ON) and a sculpted physique. His face exceedingly handsome with features that demanded the attention of anyone that met him. His short grey and black hair that you wanted to run your fingers through or brush and put into goofy little bows. It also could be his giant hands, present on your face right now, that you had both sweet and very bad thoughts about. But there was another physical aspect that might be your favorite: his eyes.
They were beautiful, golden irises that were almost always wide and happy. The entire world reflected in his eyes. You saw stars, galaxies, the universe. You saw your future in his eyes; a life with Bokuto and everything that would go with it. The anticipation of what would happen next was only amplified by the glimmer you saw in them.
You noticed him slowly bringing his face closer to yours. Your eyes naturally closed and you felt chills in anticipation. You were praying to whatever higher power there was that you two wouldn't be interrupted this time. Your prayers, thankfully, were answered.
When your lips met, you felt a warmth that filled your entire body. Your fingers and toes tingled, a weird sensation you hadn't experienced. When you pulled away from the first one, you only looked at each other for a few seconds before going back in for more.
The people you'd kissed before hadn't been nearly as passionate as him. You brought your arms up to wrap around him, while he moved his one arm lower. You weren't really sure how long the two of you were there, but eventually you broke apart again and just stopped to really contemplate what had just happened. You were in awe at the talent of the handsome volleyball player. He was in awe too, staring at you with the goofiest happy grin you had ever seen. It made your heart pick up its pace again and you wanted to kiss him even more. You decided against it though, and to just take this moment with him slower so that you could truly enjoy his presence.
"Bokuto, I don't know what to say" you broke the silence. You probably could have just not said anything, but the lack of conversation was driving you crazy.
"Call me Koutaro" he responded calmly. He still had that lopsided smile on his face.
"What?". You couldn't really believe what you just heard. He really wants me to call him by his first name?
"Koutaro. I want to hear you say it" he affirmed.
"Koutaro, I really like you" you told him truthfully.
"I really like you too (Y/n). You don't have to say anything else" he replied, diving back in. The two of you embraced tighter and couldn't keep your lips off of each other. Before it could escalate too far, you pushed away and reminded him that the two of you were on the roof of your apartment building, and that it really wasn't the best place to be intimate. Not to say there was really any place other than in your apartment or his that you would consider appropriate at this point. You were getting a little tired, but you didn't really want to say goodbye to him yet.
"Walk me back to my room?" you flirt. He happily obliges, and off the two of you go (but not before one more kiss).
kiss me more (bokuto x reader)
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chapter 7: gossip
Usually, when you woke up in the morning and checked your phone, you'd only have a few notifications from random apps and maybe a friend. You hadn't been expecting what you woke up to this morning, to say the least. Friends were sending you news sites and posts all about the same person: you. You read through some of the headlines:
"MSBY star Bokuto Koutaro seen leaving shop with mystery woman"
"Who is Bokuto's new girlfriend? (Pictures and more)"
There were even some of his fans on Twitter dragging you for basically no reason other than the fact you were seen with their sports crush. While some were nice (calling you cute or saying you looked good together), others were saying things like "the girl in those pictures with Bo is soo average" and "she's lowk ugly... he can do better".
Those pissed you off, but you knew better than to keep reading tweets. You could get lost in it for hours and that was when you weren't the one they were talking about. It probably wasn't good for your mental health (in fact, it definitely wasn't). Also, seeing the pictures kind of freaked you out. It was like having a stalker even though it was just paparazzi offshoots that were doing it for their job. It was still unsettling to see the two of you walking out of Onigiri Miya, and even entering your apartment building. What if people started showing up at your building in the hopes of meeting Bokuto? Or worse, what if they waited outside of your apartment for you to question you or more. You shut your phone off and went into your bathroom. You had to admit, it was kind of surreal seeing yourself on social media in the context of people who don't even know you. You pumped some moisturizer onto your hands and spread it across your face. You took longer than necessary in an effort to lower your heartrate and ease your mind. After you were calmed down, you went back out to your room and picked up your phone again. This time, you noticed a text from Yachi.
Yachi 💫
hey can you tell me why everytime i open social media i see you?
(y/n)
I DONT KNOW it's not my fault i swear idek what's happening
Yachi💫
well it looks to me like you've made a lot of bokuto stans really mad lol 😜
(y/n)
😔
You let out a sigh, tossing your phone on your bed and then falling back onto it yourself. It was just your luck to have something like this happen. You barely even had time to savor your date with Bokuto before the internet found out and made it their major topic of the day. The whole situation was honestly one big headache. You weren't even officially dating, yet here all of these people were commenting on your relationship that even you weren't entirely sure about.
You couldn't help but imagine how people would react if you two actually became official. Would he announce it? Would they just get used to seeing the two of you together? Or would they inevitably hate you for taking up their volleyball god's attention and ruining their chances of getting with him? You weren't sure and in the present you didn't care.
Instead of focusing on that, you decided to actually do your job and opened your laptop. The advertisements for the match had been up all around Tokyo, and the big posters that would go up on the side of the arena they would play at should be coming in soon. The company paid people to hang them up, since they were giant and it was far out of your skillset.
The process of making them had been really fun. The team got to have a photoshoot with plenty of action shots (you definitely didn't ask the photographer for a print of Bokutos). From there, you had just designed some fun slogans to slap onto them, along with labeling the players. While they were attracting a lot of attention to the match, you had been informed that they were still looking to get more sales for tickets and merchandise.
This whole social media thing this morning had effectively distracted you from being able to do your job or come up with strategies to get more attention on the match.
Then, you had a brilliant idea. What if you used this whole situation to your advantage? You could use the buzz around you and Bokuto as a way to get more spectators for the MSBY vs Adlers match, both in person and watching it on tv.
You shot a quick email to your company's social media marketing sector and asked them to put out posts wherever they could essentially saying the same things. It wasn't long before you got an email back, confirming that the posts would be out soon. Not long after, you got a twitter notification for your company's 'news' account:
"Will Bokuto's mystery woman be at the MSBY vs Schweiden match? Find out here", along with a link to both tickets to watch in-person as well as information for where to watch it.
You grinned widely and even laughed at describing yourself as a 'mystery woman', but you had an idea and went with it. Then, you thought for a moment and wondered if Bokuto had any idea about everything that had been going on. You weren't sure if he seemed like a big social media, though for all you knew he could be crazy for it.
There was a text from him you hadn't noticed before, from around 20 minutes ago. You had probably been too busy emailing your work.
Koutaro ⭐
Hey hey hey how has your morning been?
read 11:26am
It put a smile on your face to know that he was thinking of you, but you were also confused. Did he have no idea about what people were saying? Maybe he didn't have friends like yours that spammed you with posts about yourself.
(y/n)
i've been okay. it was kinda weird seeing people posting about me everywhere but other than that
You didn't expect him to respond so quickly, especially when it had taken you so long to text back, however the three dots popped up only seconds after your text. You waited somewhat intently to see what he had to say.
Koutaro ⭐
Are people posting about you? What did you do??😲
It took everything in you to not literally laugh out loud. Again, with the grown man using emojis (which was extremely unserious but in a cute way), but also because it seemed he really had no idea about any of it. You sent him a few of the links your friends had sent you and explained it to him, before your phone started ringing and you saw his contact again. You quickly picked it up, but had to pull it away from your ears due to how loud he was.
"I'M SO SORRY, THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!" he yelled, "I HAVE CRAZY FANS!" he yelled. When your ears stopped ringing, you responded back.
"I can tell" you encouraged him to lower his volume. You shook your head at his absurdity. Two months ago, you would've never been able to guess this would be your reality. You decided to tell him how you had used it to your advantage, and how more people would be attending the game to support MSBY.
"You're so smart (y/n), I don't get how you do it". You felt a fluttering feeling in your chest before you got a hold of yourself again. He didn't give himself enough credit. While Bokuto seemed airheaded at some points, he was actually very emotionally intelligent and made up for lack of book smarts with his people skills.
"It's my job" you said and smiled, even though he couldn't see it. It was nice to talk to him, even though it had only been half a day since you last heard his voice.
"Thank you for last night again" you spoke, much quieter before. On the other side of the line, Bokuto smiled at the thought.
"Anything for you" he responded. You two exchanged a few more words before deciding to hang up so you could finalize one of your projects. Your phone buzzed one more time, and you checked it before putting it on do not disturb. You ever-present smile became even wider when you read it.
Koutaro ⭐
Come see me after the game on Saturday 😊
You were definitely ready for the match this weekend.
kiss me more (bokuto x reader)
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chapter 8: the match
You cursed yourself for taking a little too long in the shower this morning, causing you to now be running behind on this important day. Readjusting your sunglasses, you looked down at your navigation which dinged to single the end of your journey. You had finally reached it: the home of the Schweiden Adlers.
Outside of the arena, to the right half of the building, the giant banners that you had created with the team hung down and covered the exterior. You admired them for a second before making your way inside. You used the ticket that had been provided to you and found your way to the stands.
The gym was filled by the time (Y/N) got there. The Black Jackals and Adlers alike had huge fan sections touting noisemakers and signs. Cheerleaders for both sides were lined up in the stands and spirits were high. The sound in the arena was deafening even though both teams were merely warming up. That made sense though, this was a huge game between two amazing teams and it was hard to say who would win. The marketing effort had definitely worked.
As you walked through the crowd, you saw and heard Yachi waving and shouting your name. You made your way over to her and gave a quick greeting to her and the two men sitting next to her. She had talked about them before, Yamaguchi Tadashi and Tsukishima Kei, you remembered. Yamaguchi was her ex-boyfriend, but she told you that they were still on good terms (and to you it even seemed that there might still be some chemistry there). She also raved about Tsukishima's fiancée, who had been one of her fellow managers in high school. Yachi had told you before that if she had to pick a best friend other than you, it would be her.
The entire team stood on the endline with their hands behind their backs. You gazed at #12, as he searched the crowd around you looking for someone. His eyes finally stopped when he found who he was looking for: you. He grinned brightly and you smiled and waved excitedly at him.
He winked at you and you felt your heart start beating faster. The three sitting behind you gave you funny looks, before Yachi quietly laughed and Yamaguchi joined in. Tsukishima couldn't really judge this time, since his girlfriend acted somewhat similarly. The upref blew his whistle, and the starters walked onto the court. Bokuto was already full of energy, seemingly infectious for the rest of the team. It would be an interesting game to be sure.
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The Black Jackals had emerged victorious over the Adlers and you were on top of the world. Plenty of other MSBY fans were just as excited as you. Tsukishima made a comment about 'how pissed Kageyama was going to be'. Yachi laughed at your excitement and the other two men were giving you looks again (not bad I promise), but you didn't care.
This match has been anticipated for weeks and your boys came out on top.
As both teams shook hands at the end of the game, you made your way down the stairs to wait outside of the visiting team locker room. You were excited to see the whole team, but of course most excited for one in particular. You nearly tripped down the stairs as you got distracted by the huge smile that was bound to be on his face, his perfect hair and honestly perfect body that was definitely going to be sweaty (though you didn't really mind). Just a turn down another hallway and the sight would be yours.
Something you probably should've anticipated was the crowd of people, fans and reporters already standing outside of the door waiting for the winners to exit. Several people with notepads were looking to get comments from the starters to
Some of the people actually seemed to recognize you, likely as the girl seen on the news sites with Bokuto. Osamu was there too, likely waiting for his brother. You gave him a kind wave before gluing your eyes back to the locker room door.
The door finally opened, and Sakusa was the first one out. When he noticed the crowd of people, his eyes immediately widened before he opens the door again and heads back in. He clearly wanted no part in any of it, and you felt bad for him. Atsumu was the next player out, and he was immediately swarmed with girls and people asking him questions.
"Atsumu I love you!" one girl yelled.
"How do you develop such trust with your hitters?", which he tried to respond to, before Osamu cut in, "you don't even know how, shut yer trap", and they quickly shifted to insulting each other.
Bokuto came out next, with a big grin on his face upon seeing all of the people excited to see him.
"Hey hey hey!" he shouted, causing the people in the hall to cheer (seriously, anything he did amazed them). You smiled brightly at his energy even after an exhausting game. He was always so positive. The people closer to the front tried to talk to him first, you saw some girls around him as he enthusiastically answered the question of how he was feeling after such a big win.
"Koutaro!" you jumped to try and get his attention. He looked around hearing the familiar voice and his eyes found yours, quickly lighting up. He excused himself from the reporters and fans and excitedly made his way through the crowd to you. It was difficult for him to maneuver through everyone, but they finally let him through. He quickly embraced you in a very sweaty, very tight hug, but you loved everything about it.
"You were amazing" you whispered to him. He squeezed you a little bit tighter before pulling back and giving you a genuine, appreciative smile. Your sweet moment was quickly interrupted by the same reporters he had just been talking to.
"What's your name miss?"
"Mr. Bokuto, is this your girlfriend?" one of them asked. Your eyes widened as you looked from Bokuto, to the reporters, to the several girls standing behind them. It was one thing to have people talk about you on the internet, it was a whole new beast to see their stares and glares in real life. Some were glaring daggers at you and the arm around your shoulder. Others looked at you in interest more than with malicious intent. It seemed Bokuto noticed your discomfort, as he spoke a quick 'no comment please' before leading you away into a separate area.
Atsumu and Osamu were there too, as well as some of the other players. You were just happy to finally find some peace.
"Say Osamu, you got any snacks?" Bokuto asked.
Where did you find this guy again?