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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.

Nsfw, smut, 18+

Divorced!Toji always gets back pissed off to no end after talking to his ex wife. He grumbles out a greeting to you and sits on the couch, frustrated. You want to make him feel better, or at least distract him. You know how. Without prompting you sit in his lap and start kissing him. He's almost passive at first but he catches on fast, his cock starts to harden under you as his hands grab hold of your hips, deepening the kiss.

"I see what you're doing little bunny. I thought I was already frustrated but you're getting frustrated in a different way now. Are you gonna be better then my ex and take responsibility for it? This is why I like you so much, you listen to my every word, you crave to be told you're a good girl."

Divorced!Toji who lifts you up and pushes your panties to the side, his thick fingers rubbing through your folds, against your clit until you're dripping on his pants. He keeps the panties aside to let you grind against his bulge, he doesn't let you go further until there's a large dark stain on his pants, from both his cum and yours.

"Easy, you'll get your big cock, don't worry. Have I ever denied you? Yes, that was a trick question, what a smart slut I have. Are you ready to have your brains fucked out of you? You won't need to think when you're impaled on my cock."

Divorced!Toji who is in the middle of coming inside of you, not only that but also making you come when he gets another text from his ex. He's pissed off again, great, you don't mind if he goes a little harder now right? You also won't mind if he takes a picture of your crempied pussy, of his fingers inside it and sends it to his ex right?

"Smile for the camera beautiful. That'll teach her to text me in the middle of a fuck. I'm surprised you said yes to that, the you from months ago would have been mortified to do something like that. You even opened your legs more. My filthy girl, you deserve a round two."

AS A NEIGHBOUR (who is as lonely as i) | kuroo x fem!reader

-> synopsis: kuroo swings by after another the disastrous date

-> cw: SFW, neighbours!au, kuroo and reader are both middle aged, dilf!kuroo

-> wc: 1.6k

-> a/n: none

-> series masterlist

You sniffle loudly as you blow your nose again, dabbing at the tears still flowing freely down your face. Tonight was a disaster. There has to be something wrong with you. Why else would all the dates you’ve been on end so badly? At first you put it down to bad luck, that the men you’ve been seeing, although around your own age, are just as childish as any younger man, lacking any real intentions to settle down with a partner. At this stage in your life, you haven’t got the time or the energy for games. But just because you don’t take shit, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you fail, over and over and over. 

Maybe your standards are just too high. Maybe you really are ‘past your prime’, as much as you detest the idea. Maybe men are just less inclined to treat you properly because there are much prettier women out there. There has to be some truth to it, otherwise you would’ve found at least one man to seriously date after all this time. There must be a reason for all of this. Truth be told, you’re tired of trying, exhausted even. After all, there’s only so much loneliness one person can stand, and you think you’re starting to hit your limit.

Just as you rise from your couch to go and wash off your ruined makeup, there’s a knock at your door. A quick glance at the clock tells you that it is precisely 11pm. With a sigh, you trudge towards the front door to answer it, looking like a picture of misery. Who could be visiting you at this hour?

“Oh, it’s you,” you blurt out in surprise. “It’s a bit late for you isn’t it?”

“Please, I’m not that old yet,” Kuroo chuckles goodnaturedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles. “I just wanted to check up on you and see how your date went.” He pauses, quickly scanning your features. “Though I can probably guess the answer.”

“Shitty,” you huff, stepping aside to let him in. “Really fucking shitty.”

“Yikes.”

“I should be used to it by now, considering,” you gesture vaguely with your hand and he offers you a sympathetic smile. 

“Tell you what, how about you go and take your makeup off and get comfy, while I make us some tea and you can tell me all about how shitty it was, yeah?”

You heave a sigh and nod sullenly. “Okay.”

Besides getting involved with awful men, you’re also neighbours with the most wonderful one you’ve ever met. Kuroo Tetsuro. When you moved into the apartment next to his, he had popped over to welcome you with a broad, charming smile and a helping hand. As he helped you move your belongings into your apartment and unpack a few of the heavier things, you learned that he had a daughter who had recently moved out and that he was also divorced.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have a tiny crush on this man. But that’s all it is - a tiny, harmless crush on a man who is probably still in love with his ex-wife, if the way he speaks so fondly about her is anything to go by. So you’ve resolved to be friends with him, this handsome, funny, exactly-your-type man, who you don’t stand a chance with - hence the string of bad dates.

A few moments later, your face is clean of makeup and you’re warm in a set of soft pyjamas as you pad out into the living room on socked feet. Kuroo is waiting on the sofa with one foot tucked under his thighs and two mugs of steaming tea on the coffee table before him. The sight of him so comfortable in your home makes your shoulders sag. If only you could come home to this everyday.

Quietly, you sit beside him, leaving a respectable gap between your bodies as you lean forward and pluck your mug from the table, taking a short, soothing sip. Your body relaxes back into the cushions and you hum in appreciation.

“Thank you, Kuroo.”

“It’s what any good friend would do,” he says smoothly, taking his own mug. “So, tell me what happened.”

“There isn’t much to tell. He started making rude comments about how I look and ‘the things I can improve on’ and then he launched into this fucking lecture about dieting and procedures and I just-” Tears fill your eyes again as your date’s words play through your mind. “I left as soon as he went to get the bill.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, patting your thigh consolingly. “He’s a fucking dickhead. Show me a picture, I bet he looked like a thumb.”

You giggle wetly at that and nod, trying to ignore the warmth of his hand on you. “He did!” you agree, pulling out your phone and showing him the man in question. Kuroo’s features scrunch in disgust as his eyes flit between you and your phone and back again.

“As my daughter would say - Girl, why?” he asks and you laugh and sniffle all at the same time. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur after your laughter does down. Kuroo’s voice is soft as he angles his body towards yours. “Why do you date these clowns?”

“Honestly? I’m just tired of being alone.” His thumb rubs soothingly at your thigh as you wipe at your wet cheeks. “What if it’s not them, Kuroo? What if I’m the problem? What if I just- I don’t deserve to find love?”

Before you can fall apart, he swiftly takes your mug, sets it down alongside his own and then pulls you into his arms to hold you together. He smooths his hand rhythmically up and down the length of your spine as he gently shushes you, letting you soak the shoulder of his t-shirt with your tears. The way he cradles you, so tenderly and gently, makes you cry harder because this is all you want, this is all you’ve ever asked for - and you’re convinced it can never be yours. 

“Don’t you dare say that about yourself again, okay?” he murmurs into your hair. “You’re perfect and you deserve the kind of person who can see that. Someone who’ll cherish you and take care of you and love you the way you need.”

“No one will see that,” you mumble. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not,” he insists. Gently, he pushes you back by the shoulders, tipping your chin up to meet his earnest gaze, “I mean it. I see it.”

You scoff and shake your head. “How can you see something that isn’t there? Look at me, I’m the furthest thing from perfect there’s ever been!”

“I am looking,” he says firmly. “And you couldn’t be more wrong.”

His hand curving around your cheek shuts you up and you forget how to breathe for a second. It strikes you all over again how handsome he is - tousled salt and pepper hair, molten copper eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles that heartstopping smile. He must have been a sight to behold in his youth if this is how he looks in his forties.

“But-”

“I think at this point, I might as well throw my own hat into the ring,” he says. “If you’ll take it, that is.”

“What the heck do you mean by that?” you sniffle, eyes glassy as you fight every cell in your body to not lean into his touch.

“I mean that I would like the chance to prove you wrong.” He brushes away a stray tear as he speaks. “I’d like to be the next, and hopefully the last one, to take you out on a date.”

“What?” you ask, blinking at him in bewilderment. “Hold on.” The hand on your face is very distracting, so you reach up and gently peel it off your cheek, settling it in your lap - you can’t find a good enough reason to let go. “You wanna take me out?”

“Is there anyone else here?” he chuckles, squeezing your hand. 

“Why?”

“Because,” he grins crookedly. “I’m an absolute sucker for pretty neighbours.”

“I don’t believe you,” you say, squinting at him suspiciously.

“Maybe you can believe that I’m tired of being alone too. I’m tired of coming home to an empty apartment when the person I want is literally a door away. I’m tired of pretending that it doesn’t piss me off to see you go out with all these other men who just waste your time.”

“Are you sure you don’t have the wrong neighbour?” Your voice wobbles as your waterline refills itself with emotion. 

“I’m quite sure that the elderly couple living on the other side aren’t looking for a third person.” Kuroo cocks his head to the side and smiles softly when you giggle. “I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage of you when you’re vulnerable, so you don’t have to answer me right away. But if you would like to go out with me, just say the word when you’re ready and I’ll be there.”

“You wouldn’t take advantage of me, though,” you say quietly, playing with his fingers. “I know you’re not like that. You’re a good man.”

“Debatable,” he grins, bringing your joined hands to his lips and brushing a feathery kiss over your knuckles. Your chest flutters, like an apprehensive little hummingbird, unsure about taking flight. 

“Come back tomorrow at 6,” you decide, giving in to the hope that’s started to glow through the cracks of your heart. “I’ll be ready with my answer then.”

-> tags: @tetzoro @pastelle-rabbit @shidouryusm @petriquors @utahimeow @kuroosexuall @sookisaurus @dienamights

dividers by @/cafekitsune

nanami drabble based on this (minors do not interact)

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again

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?