It's Always "I Love You" And Never

Kuroo, to Kenma: If your eyes start hurting, what you've got to do is lay down, and close them for a while... now that's a sexy little maneuver that those in the medical field like to call "sleep."

Haikyuu ABO: Alphas apologizing for what they said about babies

Featuring: Atsumu Miya, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Kenma Kozume, and Tetsuro Kuroo

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Atsumu Miya

Atsumu refused to leave for Italy until this matter was resolved, he wouldn’t leave you upset even if it meant forfeiting the game and suffering the wrath of his teammates. You never brought up the conversation of a baby again after that morning and seemed to avoid anything that made you look or act childish or immature. His words had hurt you and now you were trying to change yourself just to fit the image you thought Atsumu wanted in a mate.

“She’s sensitive because her heat’s near, and then I become the biggest jerk by denying her one simple wish. How much of an asshole could I be? I’m just scared I won’t be a good dad but I went and redirected those insecurities onto her and now she’s just silently suffering.”, Atsumu pulled at his hair in frustration to his own thoughts and groaned, his eyes caught sight of the clock and a small smile danced across his face.

6:30, you’d be walking in at any minute now. He caught the click of the front door and quickly stood up to greet you. You still had that dead sad look on your face but even so Atsumu cheered your name and squished your cheeks in his big calloused hands before pulling you into a kiss.

“Welcome home Sweetie.”, he hummed against your lips stealing another kiss as quickly as he could.

You smiled at him completely drunk off his sudden affection but suddenly your character changed and you found yourself pushing away from him and dropping your smile. He didn’t like that, not one bit. He caught your wrist just as you were scurrying off to the bedroom and pulled you back to his chest.

“Sumu I’m tired. I don’t want to fight about this again.”, you sighed.

“I do want a baby.”

You glared up at him believing he was lying but that changed the moment you saw the sincerity in his chocolate brown eyes. He leans down to steal one more kiss before explaining himself, “I do want a baby, with no one else but you. It’s just that I’m scared I won’t be good enough, I pushed those insecurities onto you trying to make myself feel better but I will not leave you thinking I don’t want to start a family.”, he confessed pressing his forehead against yours.

He knew you weren’t convinced but if he could start fixing his mistakes now he knew you’d recover. “I love you and I always will. Ten years was long enough for you to wait, you’ve been patient, understanding, selfless, caring, and loving. You’d make a beautiful mother because of all those qualities.”, Atsumu continued to speak hoping some of his words would sink in and settle your aching heart.

“But you said I was childi-“

He shut you up with a quick peck to the lips, “At times you can be but that’s what makes you a fun person and let’s be honest we both know I’m the worst one between us.”, he joked watching you laugh at the truthful statement.

You were slowly coming back to him, realizing that maybe he was serious about starting a family. He kissed your lips once more and carried you off to your shared bedroom, for the rest of the night you two peacefully shared your wishes and thoughts for the baby to come, seeing the loving look shimmering in your eyes again made Atsumu’s heart leap out of his chest. To think that an idiot like him would be blessed with such a beautiful mate like you was beyond understanding but he was so glad that you wore his mark on your nape with pride and so much happier to know you’d soon be swollen with his pup.

Kiyoomi Sakusa

It showed just how much your disappearance affected him, the night you walked away after the distasteful argument you didn’t come back and it drove Kiyoomi insane with worry. Sure you had his mark on your neck, sure you reeked of his scent from being buried in his and your belongings, but and omega in heat was still an omega in heat if her mate wasn’t by her side. He’d texted so many times, called so many times, left voicemail after voicemail, just hoping for a response but he never got one. It was affecting his work, he was distracted, aggressive, everything he shouldn’t be. Until one day about two weeks later he heard the front door rattling open and noticed your beautiful face entering.

“(Y/n)!”, he screamed dropping everything in his hands to rush to your side.

He scooped you up quickly in his arms pulling you into a bone crushing hug despite your pleads to be let down. He refused only holding you tighter and scenting you out of stress, “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you! Please don’t ever do that to me again, I’m sorry okay. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize how upset you’d get about the argument, I know my reasoning was stupid.”, Kiyoomi rambled, tumbling over his words to afraid to look you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry if you want to have a baby we can- we can have-“

“Kiyoomi from now on I’ll spend my heats in a hotel, that way you don’t give into your instincts. It’s selfish of me to force a baby onto you, so we’ll just avoid it all together.”, you explained in a dead monotone voice.

Kiyoomi’s heart shattered hearing you say such a horrid thing. You weren’t being selfish wanting a baby with him, it was part of being in love, after marriage naturally the next step for couples was starting a family. Yet in a way, you were right, Kiyoomi had a point. He was always stressed to leave you alone while he left on away games, raising a baby alone didn’t seem like an ideal situation, so it only made sense to accept his side of the argument.

“Wait no!”, Kiyoomi didn’t mean to shake you as roughly as he did but now he was scared, “(Y/n) please stop thinking like that. This isn’t something we should avoid, I was just being stupid. Yes babies are disgusting at times but they are beautiful, they are born from their parent’s love and that’s what I want.“

You shook your head, “No you’re just saying that because you don’t want me to leave again, it was a nice thought but you’re right we aren’t ready. I just didn’t want to be alone waiting for you to come home anymore.”, you sighed returning to your room to shower and change.

Kiyoomi was left wallowing in his own guilt, to have actually won an argument surely should’ve been a victory and yet he felt like the true loser in this situation. He sighed and returned to your room waiting for you in bed, you smiled faintly at him before joining him.

“One day Omi…one day.”

The fact that you still longed for it was the only hope Kiyoomi had, he’d make your wish a reality one day when you had both recovered from this ugly fight.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like this, but please don’t leave during your heats, that’s when I miss you the most. That’s when I want to take care of you the most and spoil you, don’t take that away from me please.”, he begged you softly pulling you closer to him by your hips.

Your fingers brushed his bangs behind his ear allowing you to admire his sad expression, you couldn’t give him a proper answer right now but you could find it in your heart to forgive him.

“I can be your baby until then.”, he mumbled softly pulling you into a tight hug once more.

You chuckled against his chest feeling fresh tears fall from your eyes, “Yeah…I’d like that.”

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Kenma Kozume

Having to restart the whole level just to beat the final boss was a lot less satisfying than he’d expected. Instead of spending his day off with you for some quality time together he hid away in his gaming room button mashing his frustration away. He wandered into the kitchen hoping to see you there but he was met by an uncomfortable darkness and quietness. Kenma really hated the quiet, recalling earlier his heart bubbled to the echoing laughter of you and the toddler. A gut wrenching feeling stung in his chest, you had cried because of him, he said something so stupid to you that now you’d gone away, and for what because he took out his annoyance for Lev on you and the baby?

“Why would I tell her that? God I was so stupid.”, he whined to himself sitting at the kitchen table alone.

Kenma waited for you by the door, playing with your pet cat to pass the time. He did everything in his power just to stay up waiting for you but he found himself falling asleep, so he decided to call you only to listen to it go to voicemail.

“Hey kitten? Look I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I’m sorry about what I said earlier today. You don’t deserve to be talked to like that and I hate that I made you cry. Come home soon please so we can talk about it, I love you. I’m sorry.”, he spoke so softly to the phone as if he was truly saying these words to your face.

You didn’t return home until the next day, annoyance written all over your face and a gift bag in hand. Kenma woke up once he heard your cat meowing from hunger, he wasn’t expecting to see you feeding your cat. Kenma noticed your expression but took the risk of getting closer to you, he noticed your neck was raw again from scratching, a habit you displayed when you were upset or nervous.

“(Y/n), your neck is all cut up again, you’ll scar over your mark.”, Kenma scolded you quietly watching you cover your neck with your hand. He kissed your hand watching you shiver to the soft kiss, “I know you’re mad, you have every right to be. Sorry I was an asshole I didn’t mean to say those things to you.”

You said nothing and simply walked away trying your best to avoid him. Curiosity killed the cat and he checked the bag to see what had you so upset, it was baby clothes from Lev’s clothing line. Kenma smiled at the small onesie and walked up to you hoping to get you to talk.

“Th-these are cute. Did Lev give you these?”, he asked watching you hide under the covers.

“Yes.”, you sighed, “He thought it’d look good on the baby.”

Kenma smiled nervously, “But we don’t have a baby.”

That’s when you uncovered yourself and glared at him, “Well you don’t. I do, that’s why I was so excited for yesterday because I thought I could handle taking care of the baby since I’m pregnant and I could use the practice, then you went and said what you said.”, you huffed.

Kenma stared at you in shock realizing what he’d done, he broke your heart while you were pregnant with his pup. He broke out into a nervous smile gently tackling you back into the bed, “Are you pregnant really? Please tell me you aren’t joking.”, he cheered. His hands found your stomach, carefully touching your growing belly, you weren’t showing a lot which meant you just found out.

“I am, I’m just a couple weeks in.”, you groaned feeling a little overwhelmed by his reaction.

That’s when you heard it, Kenma purred, something most alphas would never do unless extremely happy. He purred against your neck, kissing your mating mark over and over, keeping his hands on your stomach.

“I’m sorry I was such an ass yesterday. I didn’t mean it, I was just mad at Lev for getting in between our quality time. You’d make a great mother, a perfect mother, please please forgive me. Let me be in the baby’s life.”, Kenma begged gently cupping your cheeks in his hands and brushing his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks.

“But you said you didn’t want a baby with me, I was just coming to grab my things and lea-“

“No!”, Kenma barked, “No absolutely no. I was just being an asshole yesterday, you are more important to me than some stupid game. I want to see our little pudding waddling around the house, please I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Please don’t leave me, don’t take all my heart with you, I don’t think I’d survive it.”

Kenma kissed your mark over and over again hoping you’d forgive him, he heard you sigh and trembled with fear thinking you’d leave him.

“You’ve got 8 months to prove it.”, you looked away trying to hide your smile from him. Once again he purred smothering your face in kiss and small nips until you finally looked at him to receive a kiss to the lips.

“I promise I won’t let you down. I’ll make you forget yesterday by proving how good we are as parents.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tetsuro Kuroo

Kuroo would kill your phone battery with how many message and calls he’d make trying to reach you but you couldn’t find it in your heart to block him. It had already been a week since you left but even so you had to keep up the lie that you were alright. Your heart was aching for your alpha but he didn’t trust you which meant that he didn’t love you like you loved him. So naturally when he showed up at your family home you felt indifferent towards him, he stared at you with so much love and smiled at you trying to hold back his own tears.

“What is Tetsuro?”, you dared to ask watching him flinch to his own name.

The once proud alpha fell to his knees, placed his forehead on the ground, and begged you to forgive him for his idiocy. You were surprised to see him on the ground at all and quickly joined him to try and get him to stand up but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t get up if it meant you’d still hate him for being so stupid, “I’ve wanted to mark you since the day I met you. I’ve wanted to chain you down and let the whole world know you were mine and mine alone. You are helping me heal from my past trauma, I-I was just scared. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, please forgive me.”, he whimpered crying to the ground as he awaited your response.

“Tetsuro raise your head.”, you ordered.

He stayed put refusing to get up unless you’d forgive him, “Please I can’t take this anymore. Ever since you’ve left I’ve reflected on everything I said and did to you and I’ve regretted it. I do love you, I do trust you, you are nothing like my past and I shouldn’t have compared you. You are my future, you’re everything I want in a mate, a partner, a wife, and the mother of my children. Please forgive me so I may atone for my mistakes.”

“I don’t want to be your trophy Kuroo. A ring doesn’t make me your mate, it just makes me look like arm candy.”, you explained, “I still love you, I want to spend my life with you but…but I just don’t know anymore.”

He began to tremble trying to hold back his tears as the feeling of abandonment set in, you were moving on…he wasn’t a good enough alpha for you so you felt the need to move on.

“Then let me mark you…please. I want to be your fated partner, I want to be the one that makes you the happiest in the world and the one that makes all your dreams come true. Let’s start over, do things right and when the time comes…when we’ve both healed and readied ourselves, let’s bring a pup into the world together.”, he begged softly finally raising his head so you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“No more empty promises Kuroo, no more insecurities between us, no more secrets. I am not your ex and if you ever compare me again I will never look back again when I leave you.”, you warned, he nodded at you carefully leaning towards you.

His fingers gently ghosted over your neck, brushing your hair away so he could kiss your neck. You tensed in his arms once his breath tickled your skin, “I love you so much, my mate.”, Kuroo whimpered against your skin biting into your neck to finally claim you as his. You whined in his arms, hugging him tightly to try and distract yourself from the momentary pain.

Tears spilled down both your faces but neither of you mind, once Kuroo has left his mark on you he would never let go again. A fresh start to a better future, a future with you and a future with your pup to be.

*SPOILERS FOR THE TOTK DRAGON QUEST*

I drew this as an excuse to draw Zelda in her new dress and then that never happened. ALSO THANK YOU @katydoodles FOR DOING THE BACKGROUNDS <3

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💬 kuroppiii  ─ “ ik that ' s not really the context of the saying in the title but i couldn ' t think of anything else ! nail pics as with all my other header pics are from pinterest <3 also lmk if you want to see more characters for this prompt bc highkey i loveee looking through nail designs lol ”

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

this is not this man's first time around some nail polish

natsu used to paint his nails all the time, so he’s so down!

big color inspo from the colors of a classic blue and yellow mikasa volleyball because of his love for the sport (obvi)

howeverrr switching out the yellow for a bit more of an orange hue to go with his hair <3

also!!! some tropical floral designs as an homage to his time in brazil

a super fun vibe for a bright and go-lucky guy :)

when you first take his hand in yours, the tips of his ears start to redden a little bit

"hey shō are your ears alright–?" [you]

"your hands are so soft." [hinata]

"okay, shō." [you] (totally not fighting back a smile)

he's held your hand countless times but for some reason this–you holding his hand so gently and focusing in on it as you start prepping his nail beds–feels so much more intimate

seeing your face as you're so focused on him and his hands makes him blush lowk but good thing you're looking down and can't see how flustered he obviously is

like for someone so talkative, he's silent and almost as attentive as you the whole time and he's not even the one doing the work

you also notice he holds his breath every time you make the nail polish make contact with his nails until you finally lift back up CUTIEEE

“love, you know you can breathe, right?” [you]

“i don’t want to mess you up though! you’re doing so great by the way, babe.” [hinata]

cups your face when his nails are finally set and dry and you can see his eyes dart between your facial features and his nails contrasting against your skin and his smile gets bigger in real time

then he gives you a biggg kiss as a thank you for your hard work

definitely goes to every one of his teammates in the msby locker room his next practice to show them the nails

on tvs, cellphones, laptops and countless other kinds of screens everywhere: the camera following the msby jackals' game whips around to land their sights on hinata shōyō.

ten seconds remain on the clock. the jackals are behind their opponents by the most miniscule handful of points. in a last-ditch effort, atsumu's in place, and in a matter of seconds hinata is already high in the air.

the ball is met with a collision from the redhead's hand and quickly surpasses any of the opposition's lines of defense. an abrasive buzzer blares throughout the area and the msby jackals all start to jump onto one another with screams and yells and high fives in celebration.

"another excellent shot by hinata! what a way for the jackals to clutch this game folks!" a commentator excitedly blabbers.

"let's take another look at that one, shall we?" another accompanying commentator beckons.

time slows on screen during the instant replay–from the moment hinata gets in front of the net, to the moment his feet leave the ground, and especially as his arm is reeled back moments before the winning shot.

the camera takes the liberty of zooming in on hinata’s hand then. it captures the precise moment when his purest love and energy for volleyball surges through his body. the unseen electricity has ricocheted throughout him to finally trail up to his fingertips, adorned with colors that showcase the blend of his identity with the same ball his skin almost adoringly caresses for a second in the eyes on the slow-mo cam footage.

blue and yellow, blue and orange side-by-side in front of thousands and millions of eyes to witness as the ninja shōyō’s manicured hand follows through and pushes that volleyball past the net to bring his team to victory.

︴sakusa kiyoomi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

as babygirl as sakusa kiyoomi is, black’s just really his vibe i think

not on like some emo shit but the black would go really well with not only his hair but his iconic beauty marks above his eye

speaking of his hair, the cyber tribal chrome kind of sitch kinda alludes to his curls :0

i mean to the rest of the world he’s this stoic and serious guy all the time

but they don't see how he looks at you while you paint the finer details on his nails

or the subtle and soft dopey smile he’s got on as he asks you in lovestruck whispers about your technique, how work's going, what materials you use, etc.

"and... what's this for now?" [sakusa]

"it's to make sure your nails stay nice and strong for whenever you hit your incredible spikes, omi." [you]

"oh, that's definitely important. wouldn't want to skip that." [sakusa] (before you laugh at his little joke and his heart skips a beat and he gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head as you continue to work)

once the nails are finished, he goes to look at them with his fingers clawed–boyishly characteristic of a dude who's never gotten his nails done like this before

you can't help but laugh and he asks what's wrong

"what do you mean i'm looking at them weird?" [sakusa]

"your hands look like when you posed with the msby jackal mascot that one time." [you]

"how else am i supposed to look at them?" [sakusa]

you demonstrate how people normally check out their nails at the salon

and then it delves into a mini hand modeling lesson and many, many, giggles between the two of you as he tries to figure it out

you end up with some new reference pics of his set for any of your future clients, what a supportive boyfriend!

a certain photo is going viral as it makes its rounds online. the photographer who took it had to have known they struck gold capturing this certain moment, and the racking number of likes and comments are only affirmations of that.

it's a professional shot of sakusa kiyoomi mid-game. late-game, actually, as its evident though the state of his appearance in the picture.

visible droplets dot his face and figure, giving his skin and curly hair a certain sheen that proves the dedication he puts into every one of the msby jackals' games. to combat the sweat that's accumulated on himself, it seems like sakusa had absentmindedly reached for the edge of his jersey to act as a substitute for a towel in that particular moment (his expression is clearly focused on nothing but what might've been happening next on the other side of the court net). the muscles that adorn his torso peek out from the action.

and on top of it all–the sweat, the abs, the way the rest of the jersey clings to the rest of his body–the subtle chrome detailing of his nails stand out where his hand tugs the fabric to wipe at the bottom of his face...

and you hadn't even really caught on to this picture online yourself. the only reason you went to look it up for yourself was because of the influx of work emails you had received since the jackals' last win.

the public was vaguely aware you specialized in cosmetics, as sakusa had alluded to now and then in press conferences and interviews. however, it wasn't really until people online started to wonder where your boyfriend got these nails from did google's reverse-image search bring them to the pictures on your profile that you and sakusa took post- his manicure.

to say your clientele grew overnight, would be quite the understatement.

︴miya atsumu ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

ik the picture is a bit blurry but PLEASE stick with me here yall 🙏 HEAR ME OUT

heavy on that barbie ken atsumu sort of agenda

you ask if he had any colors in mind

and he’s like "y'know what? fuck it. go big or go home."

he knows people might shit on him for having his nails done at his next game so yeah get the most stereotypically “feminine” color you got–just to mess with whatever losers might whine about it

“but... do ya think pink would look good on me y/n?” [atsumu] (AND HE'S KIND OF SHY WHEN HE'S ASKING YOU)

"OF COURSE IT WOULD BABY??" [you]

as you're ducked down working, he misses seeing your face

so he cranes his neck and looks up at you from where his hands are

"hey baby, funny seeing you here." [atsumu]

"tsumu, stay still!" [you]

"sorry angel, just missed lookin' at ya." [atsumu]

in that position, he loves the feeling of you holding his hands and the sensation of the nail polish brush against the top of his fingers so much, that he semi-falls asleep against his forearm as you wrap up

he just feels so much at peace <3

and when you’re done he is definitely giving ken, and that his job is volleyball

and tbh i hc his hair post timeskip isn’t so much piss yellow as ppl joke it was while he was at inarizaki

but that if he stuck through with keeping it blonde for so long he eventually managed to get it professionally done, and with some GODDAMN TONER 😭

i think it’s like a brassy sort of blonde

which looks perfect as an accent to the nails

like pop off regina george!!!!

something endearing about your loving atsumu is he never fails to get you the best seats in the arena whenever you come watch the msby jackals play.

from front row, you can see everything, and in so much detail—the action, the sweat, the tears that goes into each and every matchup the team faces. truly, the experience was leagues above settling for a closer look on any big screen or arena jumbotron. everything was just so much clearer!

but most importantly, you can see your boyfriend. very clearly.

so clearly, in fact, that after a particular great serve to bokuto for a spike that earned the jackals yet another point, you have the luxury of soaking in all the glowing details of atsumu in his element.

the way he clutches his strong fists and yells with joy at the small win, a bit of pink peeking out from the insides of his palms.

how his hands clap and grasp at the hands of his teammates in quick celebratory high-fives that leave streaky blurs of pink trailing behind his excited movements.

when his hand quickly drags over his smiling and glistening face, before carding through his hair—small pink detailings disappearing and reappearing amidst the blonde strands that rest on the top of his head.

by the time all the players on the court are settled back into their places for when the moment the ball will be up in the air once again—anticipation pulsing on both sides of the net—you can even catch as atsumu quickly glances at his nails with a small, blink-and-you’d-miss-it smile.

thankfully, your top-tier seat allows you to catch it. and although he’s smiling at his hands, you know that it’s for your work and by extension, it’s all love for you in that split second before your boyfriend has to lock in again.

when the next ball is served, you find yourself almost falling out of your chair from how far you’re leaning forward to take in as much of your great view as possible.

︴bokuto kōtarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

MISMATCH IS A MUST

you say the few designs you want to try out and ask him which one you can try on him and he just goes: ALL OF THEM!

(he knows it’ll take longer to do with all the different elements, but that just means he gets to stare at you for longer as you work)

"are you sure? i mean, do you have a color you want in particular? i can tweak them so they all have the same palette." [you]

"nope! cover me with whatever your beautiful mind is envisioning!" [bokuto] (he's jutting his fingers out in front of you and wiggling them around with the biggest grin on his face)

these nails also just fits him as a person because he’s super all over the place and spontaneous so it works it JUST WORKS OK

plus his hair’s literally greyish whitish so it’s like a perfect neutral and blank canvas to accent the color palette

it's one thing having him sit still for an extended amount of time, but having you this close? right in front of him?

how is he not supposed to give your lips a quick kiss now and then

BUT!!! he always goes to double check he didn't mess up the nails every time he pulls back

"kō, the nails are fine! you didn't even move your hands, you're just moving your head to kiss me, silly." [you]

"just making sure, babe! i know this stuff takes a lot of work. plus, i can't really think of what else is happening when i'm kissing you, really." [bokuto] (already going in for another kiss)

you can see in the corner of your eye as you work on your designs that bokuto's nose scrunches up now and then

it's because he's not used to the smell of the nail products you're using

upon completing the whole nail set, he concludes it’s legitimately one of THE COOLEST THINGS anyone’s ever fucking done for him

doesn’t stop staring at his hands in a little bit of awe even after you’re done and chilling on the living room couch, completely oblivious to what's going on on the tv in front of you two

the crowd is going absolutely ballistic. the jackals are in the lead. and your boyfriend, the bokuto kōtarō is up and about to serve.

you watch the arena's big teleprompter with the rest of the spectators as the cameras pan to bokuto.

he has that look on his face–confident and happy playing the sport that runs through his veins. his hand crashes down onto the ball once. wham!

twice. blam!

when the ball comes back up, he grips it between his hands. it's evident even through the screen how his arms tense and pulse. it's like he's revving up.

as everyone hangs off the edge of their seats and keep their eyes glued in anticipation to the broadcasting of bokuto holding that unmistakable combo of blue and yellow–it's impossible to ignore how the ends of his hands glint and reflect the bright overhead lights.

colors of all kinds twitch in excitement against the leather and the star player quickly glances down at the ball, sure, but most definitely also at the intricate art you so graciously blessed his nails with. bokuto's lips crack a smile.

then he's tossing the volleyball up. a loud and powerful smack reverberates throughout the arena. in the blink of an eye the ball whizzes past two of the opposite team's players and the crowd explodes once again as the ball is now rolling on the outskirts of the court across the net.

your boyfriend's chest swells with pride, and his carefully manicured finger darts to point over you in the stands. you cheer even louder for him as he beams a tooth-filled smile your way.

💬 kuroppiii  ─ “ oh and i forgot to point out that most of these designs are short and with minimal charms so they don't get in the way of a volleyball player ' s , well ... volleyball playing ! short nail - ers rise up ! ”

Athena: I can't belive Odysseus didn't told me he was expecting a child. I trained him so hard and now his kid is unprotected and small : (

Dyonisus: *trying to help* Wait how small? Cause if it's hold in your arms small it actually just means Odysseus had it on his thigh.

Athena: *considering* He does have big thighs but I assumed it was cause of all the training.

Dyonisus: The training was helping make space for the baby : )

Athena: Oh! So it'll grow?

Dyonisus: Yup. 100%

Artemis: *goddess of childbirth, patron of midwifes, literally helped her mother deliver her brother seconds after she was born* What the fuck are you two saying?

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You tilted your head, eyes narrowed a little at the generous, clear bulge in his tiny shorts.

"Can I see it?"

He fisted the sheets in his excitement that you were thinking the same thing, biting his cheek so he didn't shout. Just by the obvious elation on his face, you could tell he was in the process of holding back a million bad responses.

Instead, he let his hands talk, lips crashing against yours all rough and thirsty as he pulled it out. You didn't want his kisses, though-- you grinned as you avoided what you could, so you could see.

Propped up on your elbows, you looked from his vigilant stare, trailing down his sculpted, smooth body down to his cock between your tummies.

It looked heavy.

You quickly learned that it was hot, too, as he guided your palm around it, and used your hand to pump himself. Your heart was racing- it was so weird, and you liked it so much, and he liked it even more.

Bokuto always stood by the idea that 'it always feels/tastes/sounds better when somebody else does it.' The kind of guy to only drink out of other peoples' cups, ask other people to read things out loud to him, massage a part of his shoulder he could get but won't.

While you didn't know what you were doing in the slightest, and he was controlling your pace, even the harsh grip, it still felt 40x better than all the jerking off he usually did.

His tongue got confident, and a bit curious, diving deeper past your teeth. He was just trying in whatever way he could to be inside of you. The weight of his body became more substantial.

You loved feeling his strength falter, his lust heightening, compelling him to get closer.

When he pulled away, he looked a little crazy- like he forgot to smile, or something. It was the nature of his eyes to not look very friendly, but it gave the impression that he was really holding himself back.

"Are- you okay?"

"Just-," He takes a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut for a second, like he's recalibrating, "Feels really g-ood."

He wasn't prepared in the slightest for the smile you gave him. It was sweet, and prideful, and too cute with his cock in your hand.

That tortured look was back, briefly before he shoved his face in the nook of your shoulder.

"Fuck-! I need you s-o bad," He whined, pitiful, "Are- h-ahh, you ready yet?"

You could try.

With a question like that, asked so sweet, so sugary- you hummed against his hair, not quite understanding what 'ready' meant.

You hardly noticed how he plucked a condom from his shorts, somewhere in the mess of sheets to the left of you- and slid it on between clumsy kisses. Lots of practice must've made the process second nature.

It was difficult, to say the least, adjusting to him. His eagerness was already so spoken for, and you realized too late that you probably did need more time.

Bokuto could feel it too, though.

He could hear it in the thinly-veiled fear, making your voice waver, break, as you asked him to be gentle with you.

"Even if it takes all night," He kissed your nose while you couldn't move away, "I'll wait for ya."

Rough hands, so used to force and recklessness, practiced paying attention through running smooth lines across your skin.

Those hard kisses turned softer, slower, across your jaw and down your throat. He moved at a near imperceptible pace, just to get you accustomed to all of his size.

"Sooo pretty," He whispered to himself, forehead heavy on yours as he closed his eyes, "Fuck..."

The discomfort was just starting to be overshadowed with better, pleasurable, buzz. Your legs were slowly relaxing, a jelly-like feeling that spread from your thighs, squished comfy next to his hips, down to your toes.

Bokuto was capable of deliberate and soft sex. He wasn't always an animal, and he wasn't ignorant to somebody else's needs.

He was just excitable, and stupid. But all he needed was a whisper, a hint, or a reminder sometimes.

You kissed the tip of his nose, a way of telling him you were okay. Your fingers started to rake through his spiky hair, and the little smile on your face waited for him to he open his eyes.

"Shit--," He stole another few kisses from you, "Oh, you're so- mh- you're soo cute."

Between kisses, his tongue lagged, always proceeded by a sharp sigh. Almost like he was struggling to multitask. It made you curious when it started to get more frequent.

"Sh-it--h-ahh--," His curse broke into a shocked whine-- he stalled, deep.

Your higher, cuter sound at how good it felt did nothing to help to bring him down.

You watched him bite his own wrist, a small concern furrowing his brow.

Craving more, and only knowing one way to cheer him up, you rolled your hips up and locked your ankles around him with a squeeze.

"W-ait, waitwaitwait," He seethed, "Ahh- fuck-- stop moving babygirl- stop moving."

The person he looked down at was no longer a shy little nerd, incapable of handling his flirty second nature. Your mouth was curled into a coquettish grin, your pecks soft and affectionate and too much, scattered around his face.

He had to cum so bad that he felt sick. He had to look through you- draw blood to his palm, just to clear his filthy mind.

"Do I really feel that good?" You giggled- beyond flattered by his tortured expression.

There was no beat between the end of your sentence and his hushed response, "Yes."

You knew about vague stereotypes of guys with shitty endurance. You didn't have first-hand experience until you watched his expression shift, swirling, panic and euphoria taking one another over again and again.

He 'ruined' his orgasm by keeping your needs first. He knew you couldn't take what he wanted. His body was like iron, forced motionless, like a statue, except for the rapid, uneven rise and fall of his chest.

It looked like a delicious mix of pained and sexy as he came, almost perfectly still, so he didn't hurt you.

A kind of psychotic, intrusive desire made you tense-- the curious, hungry want to get rid of the condom between you. How much better would that have felt without it?

The sheets groaned, fabric snagging and snapping, under his grip. His body was all flexed up for you to watch. You knew he was trying to keep you in mind, so you didn't try anything too cute until he started relaxing, again.

"Hm-mmph--, fuck--," He groaned, a tremble in his arms as he slowly pulled out.

His exhaustion was short-lived, only manifested in a breathiness in his chuckle.

"Good thing I brought two."

This time you saw him take out a second one- but it wasn't just two. He had a whole row of condoms in his pocket this entire time.

You giggled at how he tore the second one off. What could he have possibly been thinking to bring seven along?

Bokuto harnessed some pornstar-like efficiency, tearing the outside open and pumping the latex onto himself with no waste of energy.

"Y'know," He cocked his head to the side, silly, despite his thumb sliding over your clit, "I've never cum that fast."

"Mmn-h-- Ah- that's- that's good--," You struggled.

A useful thing to know, sure, but it's not like you really cared- he never got soft. It was a non-issue because he was still clearly up for more.

He filled you back up so easy and slow, his thumb prodding stuttery waves of pleasure where there was once pain. He watched it with an air of pride about him. He sat up straighter, focused on where he disappeared into you. He soaked in all your twitching until he got his fill.

Only when he was satisfied did he lean down to his elbows to check on you.

Your had to fill your hands with his perfect muscles, all bouncy and twitchy at how overstimulated you got him. He was huffing, swallowing his groans so he didn't look uncool-- restrained or not, he would've looked just as cute.

He just wanted to fuck you good. For you to remember it well.

"Mmnh-! You're so big-,"

Those giant, fuck-me-harder eyes kept his shoulders tight. His hand was gripping your hip like a vice and bringing you down onto him.

His cock sank deep, a grumbly sound under his quiet, breathy whining-- your breath caught, and you had the brief revelation that you had been missing out on this for so long. How long had they been friends for? Years?

You wanted to make up for all the lost time. You locked your ankles around him for the second time, your hands pulling him back so you could put some hickeys all up and down his thick neck.

Though you had some vague idea that he loved when you hugged him close, you didn't understand the depth in which it turned him on.

It was one of those quick-affirming, sweet and wordless praises that resonated so hard with Bokuto's insatiable need to be validated.

He had to ask. He wanted more, he wanted to hear you.

"That feel good?" His hand cupped your entire jaw, forcing your eyes on his, ever so focused.

Your grip on his forearm was like an ant trying to push over a tree. It would never budge. And when it didn't, it took very little time to realize you actually liked it there. Your reflex did nothing to serve you, but you kept your hand still to prod at the muscle.

The breath you took to answer him was wasted on another moan.

"Ah-h--,"

"I want ya to tell me," His insistence was daunting, but filled with need.

"I--,"

Your nails were digging into his skin, and you were gasping, trying to tell him you were close- but none of it came out properly.

It was all just improper, uncontrollable, unmasked whining.

A bit late, he was witness to your adorable realization that you were cumming. He murmured a small, infatuated, "Aww..."

His lips pressed hard to your temple, and he let you pull him in, offering only the bulk of his shoulder as consolation for his deeper thrusts. It was a taste of what he could give you if only this wasn't your first, if you had been used to him from the start.

An orgasm had never felt so filled out, before. Like it was larger than you, stronger than anything you'd be able to craft on your own, from just your fingers. It was him. His cock, but moreso was his intensity and devotion to getting you there and fucking you all the way through it.

His hand was still cupping the bottom half of your face, but not covering your mouth. God, he wanted the entire world to know how good he made you feel. Especially Kuroo. Fuck that guy for keeping you a secret.

"Good girl, ohh- you did so good," He was slowing, still seeing those last, shallower, mellow waves through with dedication, "Sound sooo pretty."

Those eyes were softer, but still eating you up, savoring you while you were all messy for him.

Were you dating, now? It felt like you had been shot forward about ten years with this guy.

A light buzzing -the muted ring of a phone- was somewhere near you, interrupting your giggly, feel-good vibe. Again, and still just as surprising, Bokuto slowly pulled out of you and made quick work of that second condom.

He patted around the sheets for the source of the sound.

"Oh!"

He let the ringing continue- he had to get his idea out immediately: "That totally reminds me! I should get you a vibrator or something."

Jaw slack, you weren't given the opportunity to respond, before he answered. You lay there, a bit shivery and empty-feeling, as he hugged your thigh over his own.

"Hellooo?"

It was quiet. There was a faint, urgent, tone on the other side.

"Ummmm..."

His fingers tapped against your skin. He was lost in deep thought of how to respond. You were glad you couldn't hear the words being spoken, because you knew it was not going to be a pleasant earful.

"Yeah-... I mean, we were just talking... and... stuff."

Bokuto got droopier. He sank, sitting on his heels, still sitting butt-naked and hugging your thigh. You squeezed one of your blankets to your chest and frowned.

"It's nothing personal, man..."

He held the phone away from his ear as he was verbally berated, a pout making his whole face look cartoonishly sad. It was difficult, on your end, to understand that he could both be super into you and want to stay friends with Tetsurou.

"Would it make it any better iiiif I told you we were dating now?"

Bokuto winced and slid his free hand back and forth over your leg as consolation, for himself.

"Yeahyeahyeah, I gotchu, yeahyeah. Okay'bye," He hung up at the soonest crafted opportunity.

"Soooo," He sighed, distraught, instantly making up any distance between you. He dropped so much weight atop your sore body and covered you like a warm, weighted blanket, that you struggled to get air in your lungs.

"He's... not... happy."

The big dummy on top of you deflated with each word in a dismal decrescendo.

You had to wriggle around to find somewhere to breath from; room for your chest to expand at least a little.

"I thought you knew that?"

Bokuto made a high humming sound, feet kicking in the air, "Mmmmmmyeahhh, kinda, but..."

You freed one arm to wrap around him, so you could play with his hair, "He can't stay mad forever. He'll see that you're not- harmful- I guess, eventually."

He let his brow relax, shoved hard into your shoulder, and took in your new comforting scent.

Part of you couldn't blame your brother for assuming the worst. It took until incredibly recently for you to understand the full scale of Bokuto's fixation.

Despite all his sad body language, he couldn't have been that worried, because he was already back to sly, tongue-centered kisses on your neck.

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