Tag: bokuto

Happy (Belated) Birthday Bokuto!

So for Bokuto’s birthday, I asked admin Rachel Lauren @imagine-that-haikyuu for an
idea since she said she didn’t have time to write anything. She showed me the
song “Swim” by Fickle Friends and this is the result of listening to it. I hope
you enjoy!

Growing up with Bokuto meant guaranteed sleepovers
practically every weekend and days filled with random adventures. His vast
imagination came up with the best games and make-believe worlds, most of which
never really made sense but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was you and he
were together. By the time you entered second grade you were convinced you and
Bo were going to get married someday.

Always teaching me how
to be

When your folks are
not here to see

You crashing on the
floor with me

But I can’t sleep

That was until he moved away. That summer was the loneliest
you’d ever experienced, crying yourself to sleep every night, so overwhelmed
with sadness you felt you could drown in it. You’d promised each other to stay
in touch but kids are kids and the vast distance meant you couldn’t see each
other anymore. It just wasn’t practical for either of your parents to drive you
or Bo to visit. Writing had never been one of Bo’s strong points so letters
often went unanswered for months until eventually you stopped writing him altogether.

And I don’t wanna know

You’ve found another
place to go

I copy everything
practical

And for the last time
I am sure

Even at such a young age, it hurt you to think of Bokuto
building a life separate from you. That he didn’t need you anymore. You knew he
didn’t mean to hurt you when he missed calling on your birthday. And the one
time you did try calling him again, the family wasn’t living there anymore and
you supposed he just didn’t think to let you know he’d moved again.

The wounds of losing the object of your first “puppy love”
relationship eventually scabbed over and by the time you enter high school,
your childhood friend became a melancholy memory.

That is until his boisterous laugh cuts across the campus of
Fukurōdani Academy. Even in a much deeper cadence there is no mistaking it’s
him. Overcome with nostalgia, you shout, “Boboko!” the childhood nickname
flying out of your mouth.

Bokuto freezes, his golden eyes wide as he turns to look in
your direction, mouth hanging open in shock. His hair is two-tone now but the
look suits him.

Blinking a bit, he smiles widely, hollering your name as he
rushes towards you. As he gets closer, your eyes widen; he’s big. He’s always been larger than you,
but goodness did he fill out! A startled squeak erupts from your lips as he
picks you up in a bone crushing hug and whirls you around, heedless of anyone who
could be impacted. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

Putting you down but keeping a hand on your shoulder, he
turns to the calm faced male you saw him walking with and says, “Akaashi, this
is my best friend, _________!”

“Akaashi Keiji,” he says offering a hand which you shake, “pleased
to finally meet you.” Your confused expression makes him smile slightly. “Bokuto-san
may have mentioned you once…or a thousand times.”

You’re stunned, genuinely surprised that Bokuto ever talked
about you to anyone else.

But before you can further consider how to feel about the
fact that Bokuto talked about you to
other people but failed to talk to
you by keeping in touch, he’s already making his way towards what you
understand to be the gym. “We have to catch up, but I have volleyball practice right
now. Um, do you mind waiting for me?”

“Sure,” you answer before thinking, “I’ll just go to the library
and start on my homework.”

But as the hours go by and he still hasn’t shown up, you
begin to wonder if this was all a dream. More like a nightmare. Because now,
not only did you get your hopes up for a rekindled friendship, you find your
mind wandering more and more to the feel of Bokuto’s arms around you. And that is very dangerous thinking indeed.

It’s the same, it’s
just like then

When I was nine and
you were ten

I’m wishing we would
still be friends

Where we move is where
we end

 

In the end, you leave without seeing him, frustrated tears
stinging your eyes. The worst of it is, Bokuto never means to harm but, even
after all these years, he just somehow does.

Hey

I know what to feel
when you decide, oh why?

Hey

Where is the appeal
when you don’t try, try?

 

The next day at school, you don’t look for him. You don’t
want to feel like this. Why did your parents have to go away for a year and
leave you with your aunt? Why did you have to transfer to a new school? Why did
Bokuto have to be here of all places in the world?

Why-

Your thoughts cut off when someone grabs your shoulder
whirling you around. As your eyes land on Bokuto’s face, you gasp; he looks
livid. “I need to talk to you, now,” he says firmly, grabbing your wrist and tugging
you around the building.

“Bokuto, wait, we’ll be late-“

“I don’t give a shit,” he snaps harsh enough to close your
mouth like a trap.

He releases you, hands going to rest on his hips. His back
is heaving as he apparently tries to calm down. When he finally looks at you,
his expression is a mix between anger and hurt. “Where the hell were you last
night?”

Blinking in surprise, your mouth opens then closes. “I…I
waited but you…you didn’t come and-“

“Of course I came!” he shouts and you recoil into the wall.
Either he’s much more intimidating than you remember or he’s definitely
changed; you think it might be a mix of both. “I had no way to reach you and I
thought something happened to you! Shit, I ran around the entire fucking school
like a maniac. I had no idea where to even begin looking from there and
eventually had to go home. I didn’t get an ounce of sleep!

“Well, I waited for three fucking hours, Bo!” you yell back.

“I never said it would be early! We have a lot of work to do
and Akaashi and I were working on a new quick!”

“One, I have no idea what you’re even talking about. And
two, if you knew it would be a long time, why didn’t you say that? Or why didn’t
you make proper plans to see me? Like, I don’t know, eat lunch together, go to
a café on the weekend, something, anything
except leaving me behind again!”

And I don’t wanna know

You’ve found another
place to go

I copy everything
practical

And for the last time
I am sure

 

Bokuto is staring at you so intensely, you might catch fire
but you can see confusion in his eyes. “Bo,” you say more calmly, tears
threatening to spill, “you left me. I know it wasn’t your fault and you had to
go with your parents, but you stopped writing, you forgot our birthday calls, I…I
was shocked that Akaashi-san recognized my name. Honestly, Bo, for all these
years I was sure you’d forgotten about me.”

“I never, ever
forgot you,” he insists, voice lower. He steps forward, crowding you against
the wall but he’s no longer threatening; he looks like he’s ready to break. “I…I
lost my address book and my mom didn’t have your information anymore and…well
yeah, I got caught up in my new school and new friends and a new life but,” his
hand touches your face, his heat melting you in place, “I never forgot how you
made me feel.”

It’s your only way to
live

Three doors down and
one room in

I lose my mind amongst
your things

But I can’t swim

 

“Bo, we were just kids, what are you talking about?”

He swallows once, face flushing a light shade of pink as he
averts his eyes to the ground. “This…this is gonna sound really, really stupid considering how shitty of
a friend I was to you but,” he takes a deep breath before looking back in your
eyes, “I was convinced you were…like
my soul mate or something. I don’t know, I just,” he pauses again, his other
hand clenching the cloth over his heart, “I’ve had a deep, gaping hole in my
chest ever since I had to leave. For a long time, I didn’t really understand
what it was. But when I saw you yesterday,” he leans forward, eyes boring into
yours, “the hole filled up.”

Ooh ooh, ooh

You are not alone

Ooh ooh

For the last time I am
sure

 

Unable to stand it any longer, you tip up on your toes,
grazing his lips with your own. A split second later, Bokuto’s arms are around
you, holding you tightly, pulling you into a deeper kiss. Your hands find
purchase on his chest, the thumping of his heart reverberating against your
palms and you forget how to breathe.

Bokuto breaks away first, only to throw your arms around his
neck and then he’s kissing you again. It feels like he knows what he’s doing,
while you’re afraid you’re making a fool of yourself by your inexperience. However,
that melts away when he pants, “I’m so glad I waited for you.”

“What do mean?” you ask breathless.

“That was my first kiss,” he confesses.

“Mine too,” you admit smiling. Then leaning up, you kiss him
once more, murmuring against his mouth, “Happy birthday, Boboko.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, pecking your cheek then drawing you
into a fierce hug, “it’s the best birthday yet.”

headcanons/reactions/etc (idk the terminology lol) for s/o (who already has tattoos, not her first time) wanting to get matching tattoos with Lev, Bokuto, Tendou, Semi, Goshiki please if that’s not too many!

I went with reactions and pictures for this one because FUN!
I hope you like them.

Lev 

He doesn’t remember exactly when he started calling you his “little
koi” but enthusiastically agrees to your suggestion to get matching koi fish
tattoos on your wrists. To make it even better, you decide to have his be “yin”
and yours “yang”.  You’ve complimented
and helped to balance one another so having a symbol of this truth out in the
open for all to see means a lot to him.

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Bokuto

It was actually his
suggestion because he loves you so damn much that he wants a literal permanent
mark on you showing that you’re his and what better way to do that than not
just a tattoo but matching tattoos? Picks
out a simple owl design symbol that is inked onto your ankles with the words “owl
always love you” written beneath. Sure, it’s corny and in a place most likely
only to be seen by each other, but you don’t care, because you know it’s there.

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Tendou

Initially is hesitant. His experience with relationships has
not been the most positive and despite you proving to him over and over you’re
in this for the long haul he still asks, “Are you sure?” what feels like a
million times. You finally shut him up with a fierce kiss, eyes dancing with
mirth as you threaten to pick out the cutesiest image you can find if he doesn’t
get a grip. He does, gripping you tightly and finally smiling. He opts for a
steampunk lock (for him) and key (for you).

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Semi

Doesn’t want to seem too excited but is pretty much doing
backflips in his mind at your suggestion/request. Spends days designing the
image himself, completely set on making sure its unique to the two of you. When
it’s finished, he has the tattoo artist split the image so the dragon in on his
hand and the phoenix is on yours. 

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Goshiki

Pretty much loses his mind that you’d want to get matching
ink, dragging you to the tattoo parlor before the idea is even fully voiced. The
two of you spend hours pouring over all the options before finally deciding on
black swans, male and female, to be inked on to backs of each of your
shoulders.  

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Recognized (A prologue to a NSFW Stripper!Bokuto piece)

haiykuties:

–I have quite a few of these almost complete stories.. So I thought submitting them to the best dang Haikyuu blog (Thank you for all you do, Lana and Kay!) would help me get motivated to write more.  My actual blog is @eyesthatbuythetimes, so stop by if you want, there’s very little Haikyuu there, so.  Here ya’ll go.  I also have a NSFW Butler!Akaashi piece, as well as ANOTHER NSFW Mafia!Oikawa piece if ya’ll want em.–

(There is an alcohol-mention, let’s assume Reader and Bokuto are of age.)

To say that you’re a regular at Pointe is a strong understatement.  It’s been at least 3 months since you and your friends discovered this club at the suggestion of a coworker, and you’d found your way back again and again.  Was it the crowds of beautiful people mingling that made it special?  Was it the crystal-colored cocktails that sent your head spinning?  No.  

It was because he always went on at midnight. 

The dim house lights go completely dark as spotlights illuminate the center of the performance area.  Your friend lightly punches your arm, smiling and waggling her eyebrows.  Murmurs from the crowd die down as a bass beat reverberates from the speakers, and through your body, sending goosebumps up your bare legs. The beginnings of “Quickie” by Miguel creates a ripple of cheers.  You smooth your dress down to give your nervous hands something to do.  A few seconds pass until a striking man strides out onto the stage.  

He is dressed in a pinstripe suit, immaculately cut to accentuate his broad shoulders and powerful thighs. The fabric stretches deliciously across his form as he moves.  It was Bokuto: the star of Pointe’s Saturday night lineup, and man did he know it. The host describes tonight’s theme: The kinky CEO of a powerful company, ready for some “office fun.”  You snort at the host’s explanation, he’s never done this roleplay before.  A smirk crosses his lips, and the front row of patrons shriek in excitement.  You take a second to grab your martini off the counter as the pinstripe jacket falls to the floor. You take a sip and let the alcohol’s sting distract you from the roll of his hips. 

As the music builds, he slowly unbuttons his white dress shirt as he steps off the stage.  A woman reaches towards him as he walks.  He stops.  He gives her a wink, and rips the rest of the shirt off.  Swoons, whistles and shouts followed as Bo flexes, letting her run her hands up and down his torso as she pleases.  Her friends giggle and cheer her on, and you can see his golden eyes flickering with pride.  But oh, is he a tease.  

The girl tries to move her hands towards his pants, and he jumps back nimbly, turning back to the crowd to perform an outrageous move, sending his legs into the air, his core keeping him balanced in a freeze.  

“Sorry, you gotta pay for that!” he laughs, a hooting laugh that sends his head backwards.  His jawline could cut glass.

You roll your eyes, acting disinterested; when in actuality, you felt jealousy prick your spine.  You take sip of your drink again, failing to realize that he has turned his attention to another.  Your friend lets out a drunk howl suddenly.  He’s towering over you now, flexing his pecs as he places his hands on his hips.   

“Hey, I’ve seen you before haven’t I?” 

You nearly choke, the alcohol tinging your nose before you could answer.  He lets out another musical laugh, hooking his thumbs into the edge of his suit pants; he then cocks his head to the side, his rustled hair sticking upwards, the gel shiny in the spotlight.

“I may have visited here a few times..”  You feel a flush rise in your cheeks. He notices and narrows his eyes.

Those annoying suit pants finally hit the ground mere feet from you.  This leaves Bo in a gold spandex G-string, the sharp line of his Adonis belt causing your breath to hitch.  His whole body is pristine, his bulge so tantalizing close.  

He sees your gaze drift downwards, and he confidently replies,  “I’d never forget a face like yours… ”  

The whole club has its eyes on you, now sharing the spotlight with the infamous Bokuto.  You feel a rush of admiration–and a familiar something else–at his compliment.

“You must say that to all your fans…”

“Hardly.  You’re a babe.”

“If that’s true, then is this all I get?”  The words fall out of your mouth before you have a chance to think.  His confidence only feeds yours.  “I thought you were Pointe’s star, so..? Show me.”

His whole face lights up, the show-time smirk morphing into a full notorious grin.

With little to no effort, Bo yanks your chair out to where he stood, your hands desperately clinging to the sides so you wouldn’t fall off.  You weren’t quite ready for this.  Your nails dig into your palms as he pushes your legs apart and takes the space between them.   

“You’re not gonna get shy on me now, are ya?”  

His hands are large and rough as he easily holds both of your arms behind you.  A soft click makes you realize that yes, in fact, he did have handcuffs.  What they had to do with CEO Bo, you didn’t really care.  The crowd whoops, but all your senses drain as you look into the golden eyes taking you in fully for the first time.  He raises himself onto your lap, grinding his hips into yours. He overwhelms you with his energy, throwing your legs over his shoulders easily.   

Next thing you know, his face is inches from your neck, warm breath fanning against your skin.  You wish he would lean just a bit closer.   His hands move gracefully from your sides down to your cuffed hand as the song, that you had barely registered, starts to fade.  He shoves a piece of napkin into your palm, then whispers into your ear..

“I need to see you again.  Meet me there after the show..”  

He backs away.  You could see his chest rising and falling heavily, the gold in his eyes almost blown out by the black of his irises.  You feel yourself growing even hotter, waves of pleasure radiating towards your core as he clicks your handcuffs off, and makes his way back onto the stage.  The crowd cheers once more as he bows, that shit-eating smirk back on his face, and retreats backstage.

You open the smushed napkin and read the scrawled directions.  It leads to the Marriott CrossKeys, a high-end hotel a few blocks away from the club.  In smaller script, he writes…

“Wait for me in the lobby, I’ll be there by 2.”

Your friend awkwardly drags your seat back to your table, laughing about how you finally got to bust a move with THE Bokuto.  You hide the note from them as the night continues, thoughts of his toned arms caging you in against a wall.  Alone, at his mercy.  Time drags on, and you find yourself calling an Uber early, feigning a stomach-ache as your friends stay behind.  The man all of Pointe knew as a star, wants you tonight.

To be continued…

–Syd

We’ve had this piece for a long time now and don’t know why it hasn’t been published! But in response, if you do have those sexy butler or mafia pieces, we’d love to see them! 😉

-Admin Lana

How did I forget to reblog the beginning of that Bo piece? You really have amazing talent!!

Recognized Pt. 2 (Potential)

haiykuties:

Hey Lana and Kay!  Made some changes cause my computer crashed … Keep being your amazing selves.  (Don’t worry Lana I have a StudentTeacher!Tsukks for ya soon!)

-Syd. Enjoy the owl boy. 

The Uber is under three minutes, and your Honda Accord driven by a talkative gentleman named Kuroo drops you off just past the valet drivers.  You step out gingerly, your heels clacking on the cobblestone as you approach the carpeted lobby.  The AC is jarring as the doors slide open.  You check your phone, 1:45 AM.  Your heart leaps into your throat, suddenly nervous.  Maybe this is a bit too soon?  Maybe this was all a joke?  

You decide to choose a seat across from the resident bar, where two or three patrons sit silent and tired.  You find yourself playing on your phone aimlessly.  That is, until that familiar musical laugh rings out from the check-in desk.  It’s Bo, ranting loudly with the attendants at the desk, his back facing you.  You let yourself blatantly stare at his ass, highlighted by the black suit pants he dons.  You jump up from your seat when he whips around and immediately locks eyes with you.

It’s as if no time has passed.  The way his face morphs from a jovial demeanor to a dark lust has you aching yet again.  He tosses a hand inside his pocket, removing a black and gold credit card that he hands back to the attendant, who is visibly shocked at the expense.  Bo, on the other hand, hasn’t taken his golden eyes off you.  The suit jacket fits him just as well as the one from before, but as you get closer, you can tell the black silk is much thicker-flashier in the way of style and statement.   It’s built for taking off slowly.  

You pace towards the man, relishing his gaze along your form as you let him grab your extended hand.  He leads you to the elevator and presses the up button.

“Nice to see you again, stranger.” You say.

“Sorry for making you wait, princess.”

You feel his hand squeeze yours, and your heart jumps back into your throat.  The elevator opens, empty, and the two of you walk in.  It shuts, and you’re all alone.  You lurch as the elevator drags upwards, your nervous thoughts whisking away as his fingers drag along the waist of your dress, giving him a quick glance at your upper thigh as he turns you towards him.  You instantly wrap your arms around his neck, and actually notice a faint blush cross his cheeks just before your lips finally meet his.  A faint scent of his cologne reminds you of leather and cedar, with just a hint of sweat.  He’s ravenous, but controlled.  You feel all his energy resonating from his lips–his hands–his body pressing against you.  But there’s a hesitation.

As if he’s afraid of breaking you.

The elevator dings and the two of you reluctantly detach from each other.  However, you feel his fingers sitting on your hip dig in as you step into the hallway.  Each of the suites are marked with double doors lining the hallway, wit a golden-plated nameplate signifying the owner.  He slides another card into his palm as you reach the last two white oak doors on your left.  The nameplate with Koutaro Bokuto glints in red for a second as the lock unhinges.  He wastes no time pushing you inside.

A yelp leaves your mouth as he slams the door heavily.  But that yelp quickly morphs into a moan as he liftsyour body flush against the wall, moving himself between your bare legs.  His arms cage you in just like you’d fantasized before.  Only this time, you could feel his lust firsthand.  

Your hands slide up under his black suit jacket, hard muscle tightening under your touch.  His lips ghost down your neck, teeth grazing your collarbone.  

“Finally.  God, finally.”  his guttural voice sending a spark of lust straight to your core.  “I want you so bad.”    

You feel his cock twitch in his pants when you gasp; he flips up the skirt of your dress and you can feel your wetness hit open air.  He growls in delight.

“And it seems you’re pretty excited to have me too, aren’t you, princess?”  

You can only nod, sighing with relief when he deigns to slide a hand underneath your panties.  His lips suck on your bottom lip as a finger slips into your entrance.  The other hand cups your neck, leaving it open to his mouth.  You feel teeth bite hard into the sensitive skin.    

“Fuck, Kou.”  you whisper into his shoulder, which prompts Kou to add another finger and pump them both inside you.  You moan louder, the sound of your sex making you lose control of your body … and mind.  You wish he would take you.  You need him, now.

“Please, Kou, I can tell you’re holding back.  Please.  Do what you want with me.”  You say, the pressure building between your thighs giving you a surge of confidence.  He removes his fingers, the hand behind your neck migrating to your jaw.  You whimper at the loss, squeezing his thigh between your legs.   

He takes a step back, his thumb roughly stroking your now swollen lips.

“Bend over that table.  Now.”  

————— Tune in this weekend for some … adventures 😉

Gah Damn

Now I have another reason to look forward to the weekend ;P

~Admin Kay

Dude this is amazing! I love how you write Bokuto as adult like, whew! I really hope you continue this series!

Reaction to s/o being targeted by another gang with Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Yaku, Ennoshita, and Ushijima.

Oikawa– Most likely the gang will consist of his fan girls
so he arranges a meet and greet with them to set the rules straight. If they
cross him, they’ll be hell to pay.

Iwaizumi– Doesn’t mess around, keeps her close to him at all
times and if he can’t be there leaves Kyounti to watch over her until he can
take care of the problem. He’ll start with just talking but if they won’t back
down neither will he.

Bokuto– Asks Akaashi for advice because he doesn’t want to
make the problem worse and follows the suggestion to have a meeting with the
aggressors. If they can’t reach an agreement, things go from semi-friendly to
full on violent quickly. Bokuto will not risk losing her because he was too
slow to act.

Yaku– Kuroo doesn’t call him a demon for nothing. Overall,
Yaku is an easy-going guy (except where Lev is concerned because the tol bean
just pushes his buttons too easily). One such button if threatening his family.
Short or not, this member of Nekoma will lay his own body on the line to
protect her. Good thing he has such intimidating juniors to take with him as
back up.

Ennoshita– Tries for a peaceful resolution but make no
mistake, he’ll lay anyone in the ground who seriously intends to harm her.

Ushijima– Sends Tendou to assess the seriousness of the
situation since he’s better at reading people. Doesn’t ask questions when the
red head returns with a dirtied shirt and simply tells him, “It’s been
taken care of.”

ah, bokuto!!! I just wanted to ask if maybe, we could hang out after your done with practice? ^^” I just got this new video game and my dog is dying for some attention. -def not Yena

*Bokuto nods enthusiastically, gathering you into a big hug* “That
sounds awesome Yena-chan! I’ve missed you and your doggie so much since I’ve
been soooo busy! Akaashi!!”

*The setter looks over from where he’s standing beyond the net* “I’m
going with Yena-chan, see you tomorrow!” *Akaashi
waves to you before Bokuto slings you on his back, walking down the street and
chattering a mile a minute about how well practice went today. You just sigh,
holding him around the neck firm but not too tight, a smile on your face.”

*squints a little* Is this the ask box? Koooouuuu when are we going to have that cuddle time? All you do is volleyball… Akaashi.. Kuroo.. *coughs* I MEAN YOU’RE ALWAYS WITH THEM *pouts*

*Looks around then back at you* “Hey, hey, hey! This is the ask box and I’m so glad you found
me! I know, I’m always so busy with volleyball! Gotta get ready for nationals,
you know?” *Walks over and slings his arm
around you* “But I’ve got time to cuddle now. Let’s go watch a movie or
something, yeah?”

e-excuse me,, *approaching lev/bokuto/suga* if it’s not too much to ask of you all, could you maybe, give me a goodnight kiss? i’ve been having so much trouble sleeping lately, i think it would be good luck in a way, if you guys don’t mind.. *blushing furiously*

*All three look at each other, before looking back at you with concerned
eyes*. Sugawara smiles gently, taking your hand. “I think we can do better
than that, right guys?”

*Lev and Bokuto both nod furiously, walking with you and the setter to
your house. While you’re preparing for bed, they prepare to tuck you in. Bokuto
is seated in a chair, arms opened invitingly and you crawl in his lap. Strong
arms wrap around you, rocking gently back and forth. “So,” Suga says,
grabbing what he’s determined is your favorite book given the condition of the
cover and binding, “let’s get your mind on more pleasant things.”

*He starts reading, his gentle voice and the rocking motion of Bokuto
making your eyelids heavy. Lev stands next to you, idly playing with your hair
adding to the feeling of relaxation. Soon enough, a gentle snore is heard and
the three volleyball players smile.

“That didn’t take long,”
Bokuto whispers standing up, Lev pulling back the covers. The ace nestles you
in gently, drawing up the covers and kissing your forehead. Lev sets his
contribution down, the best snuggling cat he has from his house who curls up
next to you easily. He kisses your cheek. Last, Suga steps forward, planting a
soft, delicate kiss to your lips, whispering, “Good night, _____-chan, sweet
dreams.”

*casually walks up to Bokuto & Kuroo with a smirk* “Hey guys! I just wanted to say those shirts are really becoming on you… but then again, if I were on you I’d “be cumming” too…” *winkwink* (haha I’ve always wanted to use this lame line & this seemed the the perfect opportunity! Congrats on the followers!! You deserve each & every one!! 😙)

A/N: First, I LOVE your avatar. Second, this made me laugh out
loud. I was just looking at this pick up line for another ask! Third, thank you
for the congratulations and sweet words!

*Both boys turn bright
red, flustered and looking at each with expressions bouncing between excitement
and confusion on what to do next.* Kuroo is the first to recover. “Oya, you’re
naughty. Go to my room!”

*Both of them laugh at
his equally cheesy line* “What time?” you ask and they abruptly stop
laughing, mouths hanging open. You tip up their jaws, peck each of your index
fingers and then place them on their lips. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
you ask staring into Kuroo’s eyes. “Or is that owl you’ve got?” you end shifting your gaze to Bokuto. As you walk
away, it takes both boys one nanosecond to sprint after you.