Nanami Reverse Parking On My Mind

Nanami reverse parking on my mind

you bring up one of his insecurities during a fight

pairing: gn!reader x kōtarō bokuto

warnings: y/n is kind of a biotch ngl lol but hurt to comfort yktv

it’s been thirty nine minutes.

thirty nine minutes since you got off work, thirty nine minutes of clinging to the rough plaster wall of your workplace as you attempt to shelter yourself from the onslaught of rain, and thirty nine minutes of pure anger bubbling up in your chest.

bokuto was supposed to be here thirty nine minutes ago to pick you up, but the parking lot in front of you is empty, aside from your reflection that occupies the puddle forming next to you on the pavement.

a total of forty seven minutes pass before you see a familiar black sports car roll up in front of you, slick with rain as the muffled sound of music hums from within. the purr of the engine is loud as you approach the passenger door, a sound that would usually make your ears perk up, but one that only adds to your anger right now.

“i’m so sorry baby! i thought it was tomorrow that i had to pick you up, and so i drove atsumu home after practice and — ” he’s babbling as soon as you open the door, bright eyes flitting between the dark clouds and you as you settle into the seat next to him.

“let’s just go home, okay? how was work?” his voice is playful and teasing, but still woven with love and affection as he beams at you, waiting. it was an almost impossible task, staying mad at him, but you’ve had forty seven minutes to sit — stand rather — and dwell on this, so you were sure going to give it your best try.

the ride home is completely silent, aside from the overplayed songs on the radio that do nothing to improve your mood. you can feel him giving you side glances, but he doesn’t dare let another word escape him. he messed up — this much he knows, but it was just an honest mistake, right?

wrong. that’s not how you saw it at all, and maybe it was the way your boss yelled at you this morning, maybe it was the way he looked so disgustingly warm and dry sitting next to you, or maybe it was the forty seven minutes of pent up rage. whatever it was, it wasn’t sitting well.

and because you’d never been great at housing your emotions, the moment you set foot through the front door, the words are tumbling past your lips. the same lips that always told bokuto how amazing he was.

“i can’t believe you forgot about me! i reminded you countless times this morning, and last night that you had to pick me up kōtarō!” your voice is laced with an unfamiliar venom, and the foreign sound of his full name on your tongue makes his stomach turn.

his eyes grow wide as he attempts to sputter out a response, but you don’t give him the chance, the feeling of your rain soaked clothes clinging to your skin a reminder of just how upset you are. and in your fit of rage, you deliver a fatal blow.

“god how can you be so stupid all the time? you can’t even do a simple task!” the words come out like a poison, hot and seething with hate. and now all you can do is watch as his face contorts into something alien; a look that you’ve never seen before nor do you ever want to see again.

bokuto is not oblivious. he knows what people think of him, and he hears what people say. stupid, dumb, a moron, an idiot. sometimes they’ll humour him and go the “nice” route with things like slow, or simple, but all these words feed into his belief that he is in fact, unintelligent.

and what might be a petty immature insult to some is something that bokuto has been told his whole life, by everyone except for you. but was he really that stupid? did he really come off as nothing but an airhead?

“kou i — ” your voice is small as it slips between your lips, and you question if it was even audible at all. but just as your about to gush out your apology, bokuto beats you to it.

“i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to forget about you i just, wasn’t thinking. i don’t know how i manage to be this stupid all the time either.” he tacks a chuckle onto the end of his sentence, but his persona falters as you catch a glimpse of the tears that gather in his eyes, begging to be let loose.

it’s a gut wrenching sight to say the least, watching him try to smile and laugh it off despite the obvious shake of his voice and the fresh wet trails that form on his cheeks. but that’s just one more thing that bokuto is known for; never being unhappy.

“no i’m sorry kou, don’t apologize. you know i don’t think that of you, right?” you’re trying hopelessly now, spewing out any words that come to mind as the feeling of guilt threatens to swallow you whole. he’s trying too — trying oh so desperately to not let you see him upset, because you didn’t mean it, right?

of course you didn’t, and bokuto knows that. but it still hurts coming from you, the person who always told him how handsome and smart he was. it feels like a lie.

but bokuto is still bokuto, and he could never stay mad at you — he was to blame after all, wasn’t he?

so his arms still snake around your waist, and he still buries his face into the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. his embrace is tight, the heat from his body engulfing yours as he holds you flush against him. his mantra of sorries is muffled into your skin as he tightens his grip on you, warmth shooting from his fingertips as he grazes them across your arm.

“stop apologizing kou, i shouldn’t have said that, i’m so sorry. you’re not stupid, not even a little bit.” he relaxes into your arms, but the lack of his sweet voice and bright smile tell you that your words aren’t completely resonating with him.

“hey,” you start, placing your hand onto the back of his head and twirling a strand of silver hair between your fingers. “remember when we made it out of the escape room faster than kuroo and kenma that one time?”

“and they kept saying we cheated!” his head pops up to look you in the eyes at the mention of one of his favourite memories with you, and a hint of the bokuto you fell in love with shines through.

“yeah,” you let out a breathy chuckle as you lean your forehead against his, cupping his face in your hands. “you’re the only reason we made it out of there, i sure as hell don’t know morse code.”

“well i thought it would save my life one day, so i learnt it when i was younger!” he’s grinning now, a grin so big it almost doesn’t fit on his face. he pulls you back in for another hug, longer this time, and a little more bone crushing.

“i’m sorry kou. i love you, you know that right?” his calloused hand finds it’s way to your cheek, running the pad of his thumb over it before leaning in to place a passionate kiss to your lips.

“yeah, and i love you too.”

and now, with your arms snug around his neck and the feeling of his lips peppering little kisses onto your shoulder, you wonder if maybe you’re the stupid one for hurting the person you love.

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alts : rintarō suna, eita semi, megumi fushiguro

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okay but thigh riding bokuto’s THICK SCRUMPTIOUS THIGHS

bokuto x gn!reader • nsfw

bokuto loves when you ride his thigh.

he loves watching you move your hips desperately as you get closer and closer to your release. he loves the feeling of your hands digging into him as you cling onto him wherever you can––his hair, his neck, his shoulders as you whimper and shake on top of him, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"that's it baby, use me. wanna see you cum for me, okay?"

“so pretty for me”

his hands are gripping your hips as he practically moves you along his thigh himself, bouncing and flexing his leg to give you more pleasure. he's panting and moaning along with you, as if he's getting as much pleasure from the experience as you are.

he lets you hide for a bit but when he gets too needy, he pulls you back and desperately kisses you, sliding his tongue into your mouth passionately as he moans against you, his hands still moving you back and forth as you ride out your high.

[10:28 PM]— SUNA RINTARO

When Suna sees your story, your smile large as you’re out with friends for the first time in a while since the break up, his head spins. It’s not the outfit you’re wearing, it’s not the way the colors compliment your eyes perfectly or the way your body’s hugged in all the right places—it’s the arm wrapped around your shoulders, loosely hanging around you as though it were normal.

And he hates that the man who’s got you tucked into him seems so bright, so content.

And Suna sits in his room, on the creaky old bed, next to the dim old lamp, surrounded by the bare old walls, watching as you seem to have your life together.

Do you? Are you happy now? Now that you’re no longer tied to him, tied to his habits of shrugging you off, keeping you out of the loop, not coming to you when he needs it most, not being there for you when you needed him most.

He supposes it makes sense. It should. But he dies inside at the look on your face, and with every second he stares at your smile, his composure falters, and his eyes turn misty.

So, with shaky hands, he calls you, and to his surprise, you pick up.

“Suna?” He blinks, shocked at the normalcy of your tone.

“Hey, y/n,” he mutters. It’s quiet for a moment, and neither of you knows what to say, and then you sigh. He feels wetness seep down his cheeks.

“What is it?” Sniffling, he stares at the small cushions set up by the window where you’d both sit and watch the lights of the city. Suna pretends he’s looking out of it and talking to you while you visit your family like he used to do. He used to laugh when someone struggled parallel parking across the street, pausing you mid-sentence to tell you about it.

“I wanted to just… I just needed to hear your voice,” he whispers, admitting to you for the first time in a while that he needed something to do with your presence. Even too late, it feels somewhat nice.

But nice wasn’t always enough. Nice was fleeting, a small sense of security in a moment that you stole from the world, and it was easily outweighed by much more. Being with Suna was nice. And then it wasn’t.

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Hi hi I can spend hours on your blog haha

Might be a weird ask, but could you write something along the lines of y/n period coming during sex and the haikyuus boys reactions?

I don’t mind who I write for I love all of them hehe

HOW THEY REACT WHEN YOU GET YOUR PERIOD DURING SEX

characters: timeskip!iwaizumi + kenma + tendou + tsukishima + (gn!reader)

warnings: nsfw and it's really filthy i'm sorry 😭

notes: the idea of someone spending hours on my blog is so wild to me but thank u! haha <3

★ iwaizumi would not care one bit, his pace doesn't falter, neither does his expression––he's still 100% in the moment, attracted to you and his only focus is on pleasuring you. he leans in and pants against your ear as he continues to pound into you, "you're bleeding all over my cock baby, making such a fucking mess." and normally you'd be embarrassed, but you can tell by the strong thrusts of his hips and the way he's moaning in your ear that he does not care one bit. "don't worry doll, i'll help clean you up after," he slides his hand down to rub your clit, grinning when you jolt and moan. "but for now, let's make an even bigger mess of this fucking pussy."

★ kenma would glance down and slow his thrusts for a moment, eyes extremely focused on where you're connected, watching the way you're coating him with your slick and a hint of red. "ken?" your voice is small and breathy and once you realize what's happened, your breath hitches but he looks up at you and the look in his eyes is fierce, "i'll stop if you want me to, but just know that i really don't want to."

★ tendou is kinda sadistic so weirdly the thought of you bleeding while he's fucking you turns him on sdfghjk. once he takes notice he literally grins and leans closer to you, to lick up your neck, his tone sing-songy and teasing, "looks like you're bleeding a little, pretty baby..." you try to look down to see how bad it is, no doubt in your mind he's putting it lightly, but he grabs your jaw with a large hand and looks into your eyes, a glint in his own as he smiles. "don't worry, i won't let a little blood stop me from making your eyes roll back."

★ tsukishima would without a doubt degrade you even more once he sees it. you see him raise a brow, his eyes focused between your legs but before you can say anything he's speaking up, a mischievous and lustful look in his eyes. "god you can't go a second without making a mess, can you? bleeding and creaming all over me––such a filthy little thing you are." and when you moan and clench immediately from his words? he knows he has you exactly where he wants you.

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