#bokuto x female reader fluff

[natashawritesstuff]

thinking of how ex-boyfriend Bokuto and you went to the carnival for one of your first dates and you two won matching stuffed animals. You called them your twins and you got kaylah while he took home kris.

looking back, it doomed you, it was practically a custody agreement for the impending separation

now months after the breakup you hide poor kaylah away deep in the depths of your overrun closet, not allowing her to see the light as the reminder of what once was and what still should be kills you.

bokuto, however keeps kris planted in the corner of his desk, proudly displaying the bear, with the now tattered bow tie and matted fur. because kris is his, and staring in its glass amber eyes reminds him of when you were his too.

he’s fs cried on the bear, i don’t make the rules

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[takes1]

bokuto fucking your insecurities away

i LOVE his character. very fun to write. would love to do any requests for him!! working on an oikawa request now :)

warnings. nsfw. conversations around body image issues info. nsfw / rough sex / friend sex / chubby!reader / insecure!reader / bokuto has a praise thing / impatient!bokuto / airhead!bokuto / sweet!bokuto / bokuto likes big girls / dumb dick bokuto / pool party setting / 2.3k words

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Watchful eyes tracked the arrival of a group of girls from the house to the poolside, all clad in their colorful swimsuits, hats, sunglasses, and smiles.

Bokuto bumped a serve up to Akaashi and grinned at the perfect opportunity to show off in front of you.

SLAM! Right into the water on the other side of the net, splashing Washio hard in the face.

He cursed loud at his unnecessary force, but quickly shut himself up when the girls came walking around the side of the pool. He pushed the water off of his face with flexed arms.

Something was wrong, though. Bokuto swam to the side of the deep-end and pushed his body up to sit on the edge despite the game going on.

"Hey!" He waved enthusiastically to a couple of girls and brought them over.

They were more than happy to bend over in front of his sculpted, shiny body, but his attention was only taken by your absence.

"Where's (Y/n)?"

They frowned and stood back up, half-heartedly mentioning that you wouldn't come out of the room they all changed in, and walked away.

That just wouldn't do. He turned to look at the house.

"Put a towel on before you go inside!!" Akaashi called, exasperated he even had to tell him.

"AAAAAHH!!" Was his response; as good at articulating his frustration as any that he had to jog the distance back for a stupid towel.

Akaashi rolled his eyes into setting another ball. Bokuto rolled his eyes, too, and slid the screen door open.

It was so cold inside, his skin prickled up instantly. He wished you'd just come out already-- enjoy the warm sunshine, let him rub sunscreen all over you, lay on his chest in the pool. His stomach pooled with heat at the fantasy of it all.

Oh, you were coming out of that room even if he had to drag you out.

Just before his hand grabbed the doorknob, he thought better for a second. A loud, rhythmic knock.

"(Y/n)!! Come outside!" He yelled into the door.

He didn't spare a single second more to linger when he heard a faint sniffle.

You weren't a mess, but your eyes were still stinging and you were not happy to be walked in on when you had nothing but an ill-fitting t-shirt over your bikini, even if it was Bokuto.

His proportions were ridiculous. Giant, hulking shoulders and a strong, wide back dipped deliciously into his tiny waist. Itty-bitty trunks showed off his powerful thighs, though he was dripping all over the carpet.

In a way, it only brought you back down to the feeling that you were not up-to-snuff to walk out in your bathing suit with all these athletic bodies outside.

"What the hell?" He yelled; not at you, just at the fact that you were clothed, and clearly trying to not cry.

A couple steps forward made you tense. He caught this, so he turned around and closed the door behind him.

Being soft wasn't one of his strong suits, but he tried with you.

His affinity for you was never-ending after he passed you one day in the hallway. One big, empty-headed smile was all it took to start your odd friendship. He used this one interaction to wedge his way up to 'studying' with your small, academic club.

His eccentricities made him charming and personable to talk to, but Bokuto was undeniably attractive and even more popular. So, you weren't sure why he associated with you, since he never paid attention in your study group.

You pushed the wet off of your face with the heel of your hand and tried to sober up a little, "I'm going home."

Your voice sounded so hoarse and weak, you regretted saying anything and not just walking out when you had the chance.

Bokuto laughed as if you were really joking.

Instead of trying to explain yourself to him, which historically never went well in your favor, you grabbed your pants off of the floor.

His gaze dropping and necessary palming of his growing ache wasn't subtle, but you couldn't see it. That tiny shirt didn't cover your ass; he had to savor the sight.

His head spun with confusion and the beginnings of frustration at the sight of more clothes, "What are you doing?"

He tried again, desperate to keep you from putting on those pants, and closed the distance between you, "Come oooon, let's just go out there and have some fun! We're playin' some ball- I want'cha to watch me win!"

His big, adoring eyes chipped at your guard. Instead of getting lost in them, you looked to the side, to the corner you were changing in when you first started feeling like this bikini was a horrible idea.

A frown made his entire face droopy when he saw your expression harden.

"I should've gotten a one-piece," You muttered.

It took a few moments for him to process what was so bad about that. It took him longer to come up with a response, which gave you enough time to shiver at the lack of space he gave you.

You felt horrible that you wanted to leave him, since he was the reason you were invited and had the courage to wear something like this in the first place. It just didn't stand up to how overwhelming the possibility of judgement might be.

Bokuto closed the gap even more so you'd look up at him, face set, "You always think too hard about this stuff."

Frustrated that he couldn't even grasp at the concept, you gripped your shirt harder.

He let up, physically unable to keep a mean mug on his face for more than a few seconds.

"I'm sure ya look real good-," His wild and unruly imagination inspired an obvious up-and-down with his eyes. Your heart skipped at his intense energy.

"So come on!" He tore himself away, grabbed your wrist, and didn't give you the chance to pick apart his tone, "Let's go!"

You weren't moving despite his jerk towards the door. A frustrated sigh made you feel a bit smaller.

He was pretty imposing when he was close to you, and not his usual high-energy self.

This topic of contention wasn't new. He brushed away your usual self-deprecating jokes, and called you cute on a number of occasions-- you thought it was a joke, or just politeness. But he never got irritated before.

"Need me to prove it?" His thumb hooked under his the hem of his trunks and pulled on them enough to make you give a quick, uneven:

"N-o,"

One uncontrollable glance down, and your face was burning fast.

You were pretty sure you just saw his dick. He laughed at your sheepish reaction and slapped a hand to the back of his neck.

"I dunno how else to convince you that you're fuckin' gorgeous."

You tried to pretend not to see him adjust, but he was watching you, like an owl waiting for his mousey dinner. It was difficult to not feel aroused and curious when you were so plainly desired and lusted after by this big, stupid hottie.

The air between you was warm and still.

After a moment of deliberation, your fingers gripped the edges of your shirt and you lifted it off. It was more of a test to see if he still felt the same.

"Damn," He sighed, lids heavy, thumb still hooked to his trunks.

His free hand guided your face up to his- you found no reason to deny him a needy, raunchy kiss. He was so forward, there was no room to doubt or overthink his intentions when his hands were filling with your hips and chest so fervently.

You had never felt so wanted before.

The ease in which he picked you up and set you onto the bed forced a startled moan against his lips.

He sucked a toothy kiss to the side of your mouth with a boyish giggle, "Sooo pretty."

This time, you took his compliment as it was intended. Unlike the countless other times he told you that and you assumed the worst.

He was only gone for the moment it took for him to wrench his own trunks off, leaving him completely bare with a generous size straining against the air.

Being naked truly didn't bother him at all. He looked so natural it was like he could walk outside like that, completely fine.

You envied his simplistic mind.

His cock was burning hot against your skin once he sandwiched it between yourself and his weight.

If there was one thing you could tell from his messy, rushed kissing, it was that he hated taking things slow. It took a few deliberate whines to keep him from yanking on the bottom piece of your bikini.

He melted at your successful efforts and the squeeze of your legs around his hips.

Your hands fluttered over his strong back, pushing, pulling, poking here and there at some hard muscles that you didn't even know existed. You wanted to enjoy as much of him as you could.

To keep his discomfort at bay, he rubbed himself against your softness, breath labored and hot on your lips.

"'Need you so fuckin' bad," He laughed, unable to cope with his peaked impatience.

This time you didn't fight his efforts to remove your bikini bottoms-- but you gasped at his unhinged lick to the inside, where you had been slowly getting them wet.

He tossed them to the side with a smile and pulled you to the edge of the mattress so he could stand. This was better for his control, in his opinion.

The guy had clocked this height to work before you had even expressed any interest much earlier.

Another few kisses you had to reign him in for and he was sliding against you, getting himself coated with your wet, yearning to be inside you already.

It helped that he gave you such a good view.

His hands kept your twitchy, plush thighs still as he pushed into you.

You gave a fretful sound, not quite as prepared for his size as you preferred.

A guttural groan escaped from him, one that only further proved his bottomless lust as valid. You watched his face tighten, then drop into something a bit sleepier- it helped you adjust better, feeling, seeing, hearing exactly how much he wanted you.

His big, strong hand grabbed the bottom half of your face, "That feel good, baby?"

He didn't wait for you to respond to him before stealing a few hungry, rough kisses from your puffy lips.

When he pulled away after stealing enough of your breath, his head flew back and left you to watch his taut, muscular body twitch and flex as he fucked deeper into your cunt.

An absolute piece of art was taking you, in a stranger's bed no less.

"Ah-h!" You whined as he set an intense pace.

His cock felt so good, stretching you out over and over again, and you gladly adjusted to his unquestionable enthusiasm.

A handsome, boyish sound was his giddy chuckle, "Ya like that?"

Those skilled, eager thrusts resonated throughout your entire body- he watched your tits bounce in your strappy top under him in a stupid daze. His hands were filled with the plush of your hips, constantly stretching to grab and pull more of you onto him.

He fucked you like he'd never get the chance to again. Under his touch, you felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing else mattered much in comparison.

"Fuck, yeah," It came out in a whimper, but still captivated him like you'd muttered some spell.

His satisfied moan at your affirmation was choked and uneven. He nabbed one of your wrists to place a kiss on, but his pussy-fixated brain could handle one thing at a time.

You needed him deeper- fuck, he looked so pretty panting on your wrist like that.

The squeeze of your thighs stalled him. His eyes were filled with a confused, yet intrigued restlessness when you pushed on him so you could flip over.

"Mm, yeah, yeah- That's so-o fucking hot!!" Bokuto whined.

He let you take the lead because he loved seeing your confidence shine through. It was beyond sexy watching you own it and put your ass in the air for him.

"Oh, f-uck," He moaned, breathless as he sunk into you.

You squeezed around him when he landed a hard slap on your soft, supple skin.

Yeah, this was all you needed. Next time you were feeling down, this perfect man could just fuck the insecurity out of you.

You settled into a deep stretch with a nice arch for him and felt a calloused hand pressing into your lower back to keep you still.

He certainly hated wasting time.

At this point you leaned into it, crying whiny curses into the pillow beneath you while he fucked you hard.

His heart skipped a few beat when you cried, uneven at each thrust, "Feel s-o good, Bokuto"

His nails dug hard into your ass, his breath getting choppier, voice raspy when he told you, "Been waitin' so long."

He laughed, barely swallowing his own whine at the threat of needing to cum so bad.

"You'll get this- h-ah," He winced, having to stall a moment when you clenched around him, "Nex-t 'ime you wanna act all fuckin' shy..."

Your climax was hard and fast, rendering you a bit lightheaded as he pounded his last few strokes out and finished all over your ass.

Everything was hot and hazy when he rolled onto his back next to you. You slid so you were laying onto your tummy.

His big, goofy grin was a bit cloudy in your vision: "One more?"

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[kayentokk]

“A lot better, now.”

Just imagine being so stressed after a long day, whether it was work, maybe pressure from expectations, or you’re just completely exhausted. There doesn’t even have to be a reason, you’re just tired and drained.

You barely make it one stiff, tired step into your apartment before he comes around the corner to greet you with a warm kiss and hug. It’s routine for you at this point. Every day you receive the tightest, secure, warm embrace from your favorite person. Arms snugly encircled around your waist, hands giving soothing rubs up and down your back. 

Then after remaining in that moment, for what feels like the best couple seconds of your life, soft, pliant lips place a gentle peck on your forehead. 

Those same arms wrap back around you once more, just for good measure, and cradle you. You’re completely surrounded by the calming scent, body, and essence of him.

This is the best part of your day, the thing that wakes you up in the morning and lets you lay down peacefully that night. You could stay like this forever, you think. 

You’re gently eased out of the hug, hands running up and down the sides of your arms. There’s a deep inhale before he softly inquires,

“How was today?”

“A lot better, now.”

[Kento, Hinata, ushijima, Izuku, Rengoku, Kirishima, Suguru, Katsuki, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tanjiro, your fave]

@/cafekitsune for the divider!

[sanjisblackasswife]

this is corny but i’m sketching this idea w someone SO

Thinking about big boys like—

Zoro, Toji, Bokuto, Worick, Benimaru, and Yami lifting your shirt and grabbing your chubby belly knowing you hate it but he does it anyways because he is absolutely infactuated with your tummy.

“Stoppp! I hate when you do that!” You squirm with your back against his wide chest and he keeps on squeezing, you’re pretty much stuck in place feeling his hands roam all over your body.

“Uh uh.” He bites and kisses your cheek caging you in his strong arms, “S’all mine I can touch when i want.”

You hate it. A lot, and he sees the hate you have in your face so he turns you around to kneel and kiss the one thing you despise, knowing you always had an insecurity about it telling you how much he loves your tummy as much as he loves you. Because he in fact loves his chubby girl🦦.

Honorable mentions: Kuroo, Taiju, Baji, Mitsuya, Draken, Iwa, Osama, Sanji, Luffy, Ace, Gojo, Fatgum, Nicolas, but he’d sign that he doesn’t care lol, Yasu, Joe, Jean, Connie, Tengen, Rengoku

[yuu-kumeii]

Imagine your husband having what he lovingly calls his 'kiss-o-meter'. An inbuilt measuring system engraved in his mind ever since your wedding day, or so he told. He stresses to you how important it is to have his 'kiss-o-meter' at 100% before he goes to work, unless you want a despaired husband and an unenthusiastic worker as he would put it.

So imagine his surprise when you rush right through your morning routine, not even sparing him a glance. Only acknowledging him when you're about to leave, giving a mere hug before walking right through that door, not a speck of remorse in your step. He couldn't believe it, you just gave him a hug.

A hug.

Just a hug.

This is it, you don't love him anymore. You forgot about the most important part of his day, his morning, and his life. Not to mention he still has work and he doesn't think he can do it. But he has to, for living expenses and for you, even if he was deeply wounded by your international crime. Off to work he goes, meter at a sad 0.2%.

It isn't long into your workday when you receive a rather ominous? phone call from one of your husband's coworkers. It isn't directly ominous, just that no one from your husband's work ever called you unless it was an emergency. Though emergency might be a stretch since most of those calls consisted of people asking for your presence. Why? well, your husband isn't the most subtle of men even if he tries to be. This time is no different, one word in and you already know they want you to do something about it.

"Please—"

"Say no more, I know you want me to come and get him. What's going on with him this time?"

"No idea, he's just been looking real depressed ever since he's got here. So please hurry [Y/N], I don't know how we're going to handle an incapacitated man by ourselves"

"On my way so hang in there"

And with that, you finish up all your leftover papers and submitted them to your boss before going on your merry way. Well, merry makes it sound like a peaceful drive when in reality, you're teetering on the edge of breaking the speed limit. Is the situation ~that~ urgent? Not really.... But it would be great if your husband could get back to work as soon as possible. Someone has got to pay the bills and you're not going to start doing it alone.

Arriving at his workplace, you push the door open to reveal your husband in all his miserable glory. Your outburst caused quite the scene, everyone stopping what they were doing to give you a surprised look before quickly returning to the task at hand. However, your husband immediately looked away with a pout once he got over the initial surprise. A weird expression since you haven't done anything to upset him today right? Definitely not, you still remembered to give him a goodbye hug before you left so things should be ok..... right?

Right?

Foolish of you to think so. But back to the problem at hand, your husband is not looking at you nor is he acknowledging you anymore. Except for his 'subtle' glances at you, those are inevitable even if you fight. So you decide to confront him head on because you need to know why he's acting so petty before he ends up skipping the entirety of work.

"Mind telling me what you're so upset about?" You muse, approaching your beloved husband.

"...Hmph"

This is not going to be easy, you can tell. If he's willing to ignore you for this, it has to be something very important to him. Conflicted by this sudden realization, you quickly turn to your husband's co workers. Only to find them nodding and already ushering the both of you out.

"Sorry for taking him, this is more serious than I thought..."

"Don't mention it, we would've sent him back home if he kept this up anyway so it's all good"

With those reassuring parting words, you affectionately shove your lover into the passenger seat and drive the both of you home.

Rushing through the door to your apartment, immediately setting everything down before standing in front of your other half sitting on the sofa. Still pouting and avoiding your stare, he's surprisingly dedicated to his angry husband act. Your lips curve into a coy smile at his antics, the things you do for him are always going to be far beyond your understanding but if it means a lot to him then you don't mind playing along. A confident stance and dressed for comfort, time to find out what exactly is upsetting your husband.

It's hard trying to deny any of your advances, your husband knows that as much as you do. He's trying to look away, he really is, but the way you call his name with the face of a kicked puppy in the rain makes his resolve crack just a little bit. Actually scratch that, his resolve is about the radius of a single spider web. But you can't blame him, cause everyone and their dog know that one look from you is enough to get the man on his knees, wallet in hand already taking his card out.

To your undying amusement, he cracks immediately. Face retreating into his collar with a red hue, turned away from you, he finally tells you what was bothering him.

"Yo...di.........is...me...is...ning..."

"What? Say that again, I can't hear you"

"You...didn't kiss me this morning...."

Oh.

O H.

So that's why, he's acting like this so you would maybe realize your mistake. It all makes sense now, the dots connect and you know damn well what you have to do now. Although you don't know how much you owe in his terms, the best you can do is overcompensate until your debt of kisses is paid.

The sudden silence prompts your husband to lift his head at you, still looking at him intently. Seconds of silence go by between you, anticipation and panic rising in your spouse. Suddenly, you tackle him deeper into the sofa with your whole body weighing on him. The air blown out of his lungs, his ribs bruised, and heart pounding, your lover can do nothing but watch as you take his face into your hands and squishing his cheeks. A pout of your own looking down at his trapped figure, face nudging closer and closer until he can feel your lips ghosting over the tip of his nose.

Breathlessly scanning your features as you look at him with hearts in your eyes, blushing at the proximity even at marriage. Leaning your foreheads against each other, your uttered words clearing the fog in his mind.

"Why.....are you so..... cute!"

An array of kisses comes his way, quicker than he can comprehend. All over his red face, kisses on his forehead, both his cheeks, the spot between his eyebrows, on the bridge of his nose, anywhere he makes sure to tell you were his favourite to get a kiss.

"You could've"—

MUAH

"Just"—

MUAH

"Told me to come see you at work"—

MUAH

"And I would've come right away to give you as many kisses as you want"—

MUAH

Overwhelmed with your kisses, your husband can do nothing but wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. You only relent when he buries his face into your neck, his head moving back and forth as to bury himself deeper. It's so cute, how your husband tucks his face away from the world and into your shoulder. You can see the tips of his ears burn red, showing that you did more than a good job at lifting his spirit. His kiss-o-meter at a resounding 110% thanks to your efforts, more than enough to last him until tomorrow no doubt.

Your husband can smell the perfume you put on for work, it's faint but clear. He feels warmth all over his face, both from his position and your kisses. More than satisfied with your onslaught of affection, yet he craves more from you. He can never get enough of you anyway, so why stop now. Untucking his face from the junction of your neck and shoulder, he looks up at you. Not surprised to see you staring back at him, loving the way you smile at him. Raising his face to brush his nose against yours, his heart-melting words flow like a whisper to you.

"I love you, can you kiss me again?"

ATSUMU <333, BOKUTO <333, HINATA <333, OIKAWA <333, Sakusa <3, Kageyama <33, Kuroo (Plot twist is that he's doing this to be annoying (affectionately)), Lev

[kairiscorner]

KAIRI I GOT YOU! I NEED ME SOME FLUFF WITH MY BOYS BOKUTO AND DAICHI THEY HAVE BEEN IN MY MIND NONSTOP PLEASE AND THANK YOU

OFC DEAR, I GOTCHU (sorry i got back to this late, school is ASS)

his girl. (part 1)

summary: a day in the life of being their girlfriend, of them being totally and utterly smitten with you.

a/n: no, you're not in a poly relationship with them unfortunately :')) but i hope y'all like these small scenarios! please don't be shy to request for any haikyuu characters with this prompt!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ daichi sawamura

it is no surprise that daichi is the captain of the karasuno males' volleyball team–what's there not to like about him? he's experienced, strong, very friendly, yet he makes it clear that he cares about the members outside of volleyball, that he cares about those he loves as people, not just as teammates or colleagues.

and of course, the same could be said about how he feels towards you, his beloved partner.

one thing to note about daichi is that he is a worrier, beneath that tough and sometimes scary image he has, he only gets this way when he's worried–when things get out of hand; and when it comes to you, daichi can't help but fuss over you a lot, but he is never overbearing, mind you.

he gives you your space when you need it, lets you figure out what you have to do to grow as a person and to let you live a little more independent from him–but he lets you know that, when things get tough, he wants to be your refuge; to be the one you come to seeking comfort in and helping you catch your breath from such awful or bustling days.

"now, now... don't beat yourself up, they were all small mistakes. yeah, sure, some of them might have lasting effects, but i know you're doing everything you can to make up for it; i'm right here for you, so please, don't ever worry about it–we'll handle it, together."

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ kotaro bokuto

he may be a bit immature, sometimes clueless that he is being immature–but can he help it, wanting to live in the moment and enjoy his last year of high school? especially with his girlfriend–you.

bokuto is a loud, boisterous guy with a massive confidence; he's kind of the stark opposite of you, and he loves that very much. he likes being all loud around the rest of the guys on the team when he's talking about you, whining about how the day's way too long for him to not spend every hour with you, and he loves catching your eye when you enter the court during their practice matches to see him play.

he goes absolutely crazy when he sees you in the crowd, he will personally go out of his way and climb into the bleachers just to hug you, to shower you with affection that's long overdue.

akaashi tries to stop him and hold him back from attracting too much attention towards you two, but as long as you're okay with it, bokuto finds no reason to not give the only girl he's made to love all the love, affection, attention and devotion he has for you.

"babe, i swear, i'm gonna win every set for you–every game you come to, you keep me going! i'm gonna make sure we win, not because i want to, but because it'll make you smile, right? so, the opposing team can bring it on, because i'll make sure we win, and i'll make sure you'll be proud of me–every single time!"

[wonderoustime]

you: i love smart people, smart is sexy! tell me a fun fact!

them: lobsters communicate by pissing on ea-

you: shut up shut up shut up

tsukishima, bokuto (he just learned this), oikawa, kuroo, saeko, kita (he secretly likes teasing and annoying you with stuff like this)

[chiibi-chaan]

Bokuto Kotaro//love at first sight.

Content warnings//NSFW(+18, minors dni), Bokuto is an adult (at least 22 years old, he is a professional volleyball player), chubby!afab!reader in mind (no uses of specific pronouns, but Bokuto calls Y/n ´good girl' and ´sweet girl´), phone call sex (masturbation), soft Dom!Bokuto, slight dacryphilia, praises, pet names (sweet girl, good girl).

Word count//627.

A/N// It's a little long— Just because I’m in love with Bokuto.

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Bokuto Kotaro seeing you for the first time during a match, not even an official one, just a friendly match against another team of professional players, his eyes focused on your pretty smile and how soft your cheeks would feel squished in his callused hands.

Bokuto Kotaro immediately falling head over heels for you, his cheeks reddening more from adoration than from all the effort he put in the match.

Bokuto Kotaro looking at you with wide eyes, unable to look away from you as you walked to one of the players of the team he was playing against, who was actually your cousin.

Bokuto Kotaro boiling with jealousy as you hugged the man, given that he didn't know at the moment that he was a member of your family.

Bokuto Kotaro trying to act as friendly as he could as he approached the team of your cousin, wanting to see you more closely, admiring your pretty face as you curiously looked up at him with big doe eyes.

Bokuto Kotaro's heart melting as he started to talk to you, completely ignoring your cousin or any other players, giving you all his attention.

Bokuto Kotaro giving you his number and telling you to send him a message if you wanted to talk to him, and almost screaming with joy as you actually did later in the evening.

Bokuto Kotaro talking with you through the phone all night, like a high school boy would with the girl he has a crush on, and switching to phone calls after a few days, needing to hear your sweet voice instead of just imagining it.

Bokuto Kotaro unable to fall asleep if it's not for your quiet voice lulling him to sleep late at night, as you tell him about your day, or about anything that would cross your mind.

Bokuto Kotaro actually screaming when you ask him on a date, jumping on his feet and running straight to the house of his best friend, Kuroo Tetsuro, to tell him about it.

Bokuto Kotaro confessing his love to you, stuttering and babbling about how he couldn't think about anything else except you and how he couldn't even think about you not being in his daily life anymore.

Bokuto Kotaro trying to keep your relationship as slow as possible, knowing himself and how eager he is about everything, but still making sure to show you how deep his love is for you.

Bokuto Kotaro's breath hitching and his body stiffing as he heard your voice trembling as you called you late during the night, soft sobs escaping your mouth as you told him about how frustrated you were because you couldn't make yourself orgasm.

Bokuto Kotaro clenching his teeth, trying to not lose his mouth as he felt his cock hardening in his boxers just at the sound of your shaky voice. He could imagine your glossy eyes full with tears of frustration as you told him that.

Bokuto Kotaro helping you touching yourself by guiding you, his deep voice whispering to you how to touch yourself, how to move your fingers in your sloppy cunt, drooling,g with wetness after how much you touched yourself before calling him. Bokuto Kotaro calling you his sweet girl, telling you how badly he needed to taste you, to feel the warmth of your pussy around his fat cock.

Bokuto Kotaro making you orgasm two times with just his words as you touched yourself like he told you to, your fingers coated with your honey and moans of his name coming out of your mouth.

Bokuto Kotaro calling you a good girl, praising you for listening to him so well, and promising you to make you cum himself later when you will be alone together.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Breaking Through:

Future Mrs. Sakusa

Sakusa Kiyoomi x Fem! Reader (she/her)

Warnings: mild swearing, all fluff

AN: this is an anon request and a sequel to Being Itachiyama’s Manager: Breaking through Sakusa’s Walls. I did change up the request a little from proposing at a game to a more private proposal just because it fit with the scenario a little better 🥰

Well congrats Yn 👏🏻

You’ve made it through your first year as MSBY’s manager

Honestly, your survival wasn’t assured

I mean, just look at the working hazards

*cough* BOKUTO, ATSUMU AND HINATA *cough*

If you don’ constantly hear, “yN i NeEd HeLp” 🙄

But seriously though, acclimating to this team wasn’t your only chore

You were also navigating your relationship with MSBY Spiker, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Now as we all know, you and Sakusa have been dating for quite a while

High school, college and now pro-volleyball

Seriously it’s been almost like 5 years that’s you’ve been hanging onto Sakusa

It hasn’t always been easy

His constant concern for germs and his annoyance of his idiotic teammates were a struggle

You’d gone through some tough times in college and beyond

Dealing with losses of games and a grueling Olympic journey

It was a lot to say the very least but your love and commitment to Kiyoomi held strong 💪🏻

Now Sakusa knew he wasn’t an easy person to deal with

Heck before you came along, Komori was literally the only one who could deal with him

You might have been the opposite of him but you meshed well

You learned to deal with his quirks and his need to cleanliness

He learned to deal with you and your extreme desire to keep Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu alive 🙄

He knew you were the one a long time ago and he loved/adored you more than anything!

He had long been thinking about the next step but he wanted it to be perfect

He knew you deserved the best and he was going to give it to you

He had been saving up for a ring for a while now and he’d managed to keep it all a secret

Until one day when Meian and his girlfriend announced their engagement during practice

He watched as you became so excited for them, giving them hugs and admiring the ring on her finger

“It’s gorgeous!! Shugo you did such a great job!” You cried as you celebrated for your friends and teammates

Sakusa couldn’t help but imagine how excited you would be for your own engagement to him

He loved the idea how you wearing his ring and eventually his last name

And Sakusa wasn’t the only one to notice your excitement 👀

Because Atsumu had seen it as well and being the little shit he is, he most DEFINITELY was going to bring it up

“Sooooo Omi, when are you gonna put a ring on YN’s finger?” Atsumu asked later in the locker room as the team changed

You were happily cleaning up the gym like you did normally, clueless to the entertainment behind closed doors

“Sumu back off! Don’t pressure him,” Barnes scolded as Sakusa tried to ignore Atsumu

Way easier said than done 🙄

“What? I saw how excited Yn looked when she saw that ring! You can tell she’s itching to get engaged. Come on man, it’s been what, like 5 years with her? Don’t you think it’s time to lock her down?”

An audible sigh filled the locker room as everyone tried hard to ignore Atsumu

Again, easier said than done…

“YN doesn’t care about stuff like that! She’s loved Omi and I’m sure she’d be happy if they never got married,” Shion adds as Atsumu shakes his head

“Whatever you guys say but I know women and women want diamonds!”

“Says the man who can’t lock down a girlfriend to save his life,” Meian interjected at the locker room burst into laughter

Sakusa shut his locker, not making a sound as he made his way to the showers

Unbeknownst to the guys, he’d been thinking about asking you and with your anniversary approaching, he thought it would be perfect

Since he didn’t want the stress and potential cover of his operation to be blown, he asked Komori for help

He wanted to make your engagement perfect

He’d come up with the perfect idea and he made the plans to the T

On your anniversary, he texted you saying he got caught up with volleyball stuff and that Komori would drive you too the restaurant

You agreed because you truly believed Kiyoomi was busy

But when Komori pulled up to Itachiyama’s volleyball gym, you looked at him confused

He just shrugged as you narrowed your eyes and got out of the car

You were wearing a beautiful dress, looking like an absolute dream as you walked to the doors

Getting closer, you noticed a picture on the door

It was a team picture from your second year at Itachiyama when you had first met Kiyoomi

You smiled at the picture, remembering how you first grew attracted to the finicky winged spiker

Opening the door, you saw candles, flowers and what looked to be an aisle lined with photographs

You made your way thought the gym, looking at every picture and reliving every memory

They were all pictures come your relationship with Kiyoomi

Your first date, graduation, first apartment, and first day with MSBY

Your eyes began to well with tears as you relived all the memories

Looking over, you saw Kiyoomi standing at the end, looking extremely handsome in a gorgeous suit

“Kiyoomi, this is beautiful!” You cried as he smiled and wiped your tear away

“That’s not all Yn,” he said, getting on one knee as your eyes widened and your mouth fell open

“YN LN, I’ve known since high school that you were the one for me. You’ve put up with me for years, supported me in everything I do and I couldn’t ask for better life partner. Would you do me the ultimate honor and marry me?” He recited perfectly as you nodded, tears streaming down your eyes as you cried tears of joy

He slipped the beautiful ring on your finger and stood to his full height of 6 FOOT 4 INCHES and kissed you 🥹

Honestly dreams!

You spent the night and weekend celebrating with your new fiancé before venturing back to work Monday morning

Sakusa was actually shocked that you’d somehow managed to keep your engagement a secret

Only your families and of course, Komori knew

But that went all out the window the moment you stepped into the gym

“STEP OUT OF THE WAY LOSERS BECAUSE IM THE FUTURE MRS. KIYOOMI SAKUSA!” You screamed, showing your rock to everyone within your eyesight

Bokuto and Hinata 👉🏻🥹🥹😭😭

Meian, Inunaki, Barnes and Thomas 👉🏻🥳🍾🎉

Atsumu 👉🏻😏

Sakusa 👉🏻 😐🙄

Don’t worry Yn, he’s secretly so happy 🥰

[natashawritesstuff]

On the night of your high school graduation, you find yourself on the playground of your old elementary school; with your boyfriend, Bokuto.

“I’m bored,” he tells you. 

You laugh, “oh really?”

He doesn’t respond; instead, he looks off beyond the trees to see the sun setting on the day and your time in high school. 

“This is sad.”

“Why?” you ask, slightly confused. 

“I’m not gonna see you every day anymore.”

“I- Kou we’re literally moving in together.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the same,” he pouts. 

You wanna laugh because of how ridiculous he sounds, hair already deflating with the thought of not having you in his homeroom anymore. But instead, you move a little closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“It’ll be better,” you tell him. 

“I know, but still…”

“I know,” you agree, “I know.”

“What now?” he asks, turning his head to look at you, taking the opportunity to quickly place a kiss on your forehead.

“Well, I go to school, you go to the league…we stay together, maybe we get off this playground,” you joke and finally you get a laugh out of him. 

“I love you,” he confesses and you smile. 

“I love you,” you tell him and he smiles back at you, spreading from ear to ear. 

“But seriously, we gotta get off this playground we are no longer students here and adults so-”

Bokuto hops off of the high platform your legs were previously dangling off of and opens his arms out for you. 

“No.”

“Come on, I’ll catch you,” he promises. 

“No.”

“Trust me,” he whines and you roll your eyes. 

“I do trust you.”

“Then jump.”

You find yourself hesitating, mostly because the more he pouts the more you laugh. But eventually and inevitably, you jump off into your boyfriend's arms; and of course, he catches you. Because he always will. If there was anything you learned in high school, it was that.

The two of you run off hand in hand as you leave the playground and close the book on the chapter of your lives where you could both call yourself Fukurodani Owls. Only you weren’t sad, because it didn’t feel like the end; it wasn’t. It’s simply the start of a new page, a new chapter, a new story, and as long as Bokuto is in the main cast, you’re sure you’ll like the read.

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featuring: f!reader, kuroo + kenma, bokuto + akaashi, ushijima + tendou

cw: sub!reader, voyuerism, fingering, dumbification, penatrative sex, online sex?, male masturbation (tendou), creampies, overstimulation, double cerampie?, multiple rounds, praise, if i’ve missed any please let me know

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ｋｕｒｏｏ  ＋  ｋｅｎｍａ

“baby?” you ask kenma quietly, hoping he hears you through his headphones. when he pulls his headset off, he quickly nods to you, a silent “what’s up” to you. when you explain to him that you miss his company, he pats his lap, and soon enough your straddling his lap, face nuzzled into his neck. but when your this close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his body, you start to become a little horny.

squirming around in his lap, he looks at you sternly - you’re distracting him from his game. you apologize before finding a comfortable position, right on his dick. he notices your issue almost immediately, and pushes a hand into your panties, playing with your clit.

little do you know that he’s not playing alone, and kuroo and hear your little pants and moans through kenma’s headset, and he can’t help but get off with you. kenma stays quiet while you both find pleasure, enjoying the fact that even after all these years - kuroo is still crushing on his perfect girlfriend. when kenma realizes you’re close, he puts his headphones on your ears, letting you hear how good you make kuroo feel.

you’ve never cum so hard in your life.

ｂｏｋｕｔｏ   ＋   ａｋａａｓｈｉ

“fuck, ‘kaashi she feels so tight, so warm and perfect.” bokuto rants on about your pussy - although he’s fucked you so many times, felt your walls clench around his dick, he never seems to get over how perfect you are. akaashi isn’t surprised over, bokuto always ends up talking about your sexcapades when hes drunk, ranting on about how perfect you are. 

and keiji can’t wait to sink into you, once bokuto reaches his high, when he fills you up to the brim, keiji gets to fuck it back into your sopping cunt, making you see stars. and that’s exactly what he does, it’s messy and wet and everything you should feel disgusted about, but when akaashi is making you cum again and again on his cock, you can’t help but feel completely blissed out, almost passing out from pleasure.

you don’t know how many times you’ve came by the end of the night, but when akaashi finally fills you up, his cum mixing with bokuto’s, when he accidentally brushes against your clit, you’re almost thankful that it’s over, wincing from overstimulation.

ｕｓｈｉｊｉｍａ   ＋  ｔｅｎｄｏｕ

“look at her eyes, ushiwaka, she’s completely fucked out on you” tendou smirks, a teasing tone in his voice. but you can’t even talk back to him, too lost in the feeling of ushijima’s cock hitting the spongy spot in you so easily, almost hitting against your cervix. it’s almost too much, but you can’t even complain, trying to push his hips to make him slow down, but he’s almost as lost as you are.

and tendou get’s to watch it all happen, stroking his cock on his bed, watching from across the room an ushijima fucks into you. this wasn’t how things were supposed to go - not that you should complain. you had simply gone over to wish ushijima good luck on his game later that night, before spilling juice on your chest and suddenly things escalated from there.

you cum for the umpteenth time, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out of your mouth, and tendou cums at the sight, riding his high out with you. it gives ‘toshi a couple more thrusts before he pushes in one last time and cums, filling you up until it’s spilling out of you.

[astronoxx]

Breathless Bokuto

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Bokuto during half time in the locker room washing his face with cold water to wake himself up and he looks up to see you sitting on the bench smiling softly at him he walks over and lays down next to you his head laying on your thighs he was to tall to fit fully on the bench so his feet bend touching the floor on the end of the bench. He sighs “Sorry baby” You look down at him with question “for what?” He chuckled softly “You came wearing my jersey cheering on me and I can’t even score a point for you.” He looks utterly disappointed in himself. You stare down at him in under disbelief and then you have a idea you say “I have a way to cheer you up” 2 minutes later your underwear is ripped off and so if your bra the only thing left is his extra jersey he lent you, you are hovering over his face he says “stop hovering, sit.” As he clench’s your thigh with his hands pulling you down onto his mouth he uses one hand to squeeze your thigh the other in your shirt rubbing circles on your nipple. He laps his tongue back and fourth sucking on your clit, you squeeze your thighs around his head and it makes him go faster like a starved man, one he is. He loves that you can take his breath away, who needs breathing anyway not him all he wants to do in please you as you ride his face that’s his one duty to please you. His tongue runs laps in your flaps as your thighs squeeze around his hand and bench you moan “Kou- we uh.. have to go.. play time...” he just goes faster as you squeeze his head making him breathless Bokuto doesn’t give a fuck if he misses the rest of the game if that means he can stay on this position. Til there’s a knock on the locker room door Akashi’s voice rings through the locker room meshing in with Bokutos slurping noises “Bokuto, We have two minutes can I come in?” Bokuto takes his two hands and puts them under your thighs and lifted you up a bit he yells “one second.” He moves you from his face to his bulge in his pants he sits up and turns so he can stand up he picks you up before and he holds you up with one hand while ur legs wrap around him he gently lets you down and takes a deep breathe his mouth sloppy he likes the juices off his face and helps you get your underwear and bra back on and he’s back to his normal perky self. He puts his hand in yours and whispers “Are you okay to walk?” You nod a little wobbly knowing if you said no he would carry you back to the bleachers you hold hold his hand he opens the door walking next to him Akashi smiles at you both until he sees you both together he definitely knows He keeps himself calm and together and he says “comeon before coach yells at us” you three walk to the gym together and he kisses your cheek before you go up to watch not forgetting to whisper “thanks for the good luck food.” Akashi face is horrified and Bokuto just smiles widely at us both they walk out to the court and in a few seconds the whistle blows and they start to play, a few minutes ago he was leaving bruises on your thighs and boobs and now he’s smiling proudly as he spikes the ball over the net. Akashi is next to him contemplating his life. Bokuto has traumatized Akashi you could say took his breath away

Bokuto :

[kodaiki]

꒰ 4:46 P.M. ꒱ ❛ bokuto kotaro x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

it’d been twenty minutes since bokuto had noticed you walk into the library. the library was not a place he frequented often but with the results from his last exam and the verbal harassment from kuroo to go, he found himself sitting at one of those one-person seat/desks.

but then you walked in.

was he even studying anyway? closing his textbook, he slides it into his backpack before slinging the bag over his shoulder.

he probably shouldn’t be acting this creepy, especially at the fact that he doesn’t know you. well, he recognizes you from his literature course (it’s a core course he has to take in order to graduate) and it’d be a lie if he said he didn’t think you were the most gorgeous person he laid eyes on.

finding you settled in a spot between bookshelves, currently fiddling through the books on one of them, he finds his chance. lightly clearing his throat, bokuto walks by you and situates himself in a spot so he’s just next to you, only facing the opposite bookcase. 

bokuto hopes he’s appearing nonchalant as he cups his chin with his palm, occasionally humming at he skims the wide collection of books. yup, totally nonchalant.

while to you, he’s hoping he looks like he’s deep in thought, pondering over a book to read, he’s really gathering his thoughts about the best way to approach you without sounding weird. he knows you’re the best in his class. it’s clear as day by the way from just a row behind you, he can see the giant red ‘A’ on all your papers. you participate in class regularly and everything that seems to escape your lips is thoughtful in some way regarding whatever topic you’re discussing.

you’re way out his league.

but it doesn’t hurt to try and woo you with his social skills.

“ehm, do you need…help?” a voice behind him brings him out of his thoughts and he quickly whips his head around at the sound.

by his presence, your journey to search for whatever book seemed to have ended. feeling his cheeks flush under your gaze, he profusely shakes his head.

“no! er, no,” he lower his voice when he realizes he might’ve spoke too loudly, “i just love reading and i’m looking for my next…read…”

bokuto’s voice falls nearing the end of his sentence at the way your face twists into…confusion? amusement? he can’t tell.

“uh-huh,” you nod along with what he’s saying, taking a peek over his shoulder at the ‘collection’ he was looking at.

“i’ve actually read most of these,” he boasts, but the blush on his cheeks fails to subside. 

“…really.” your voice is lowering more and more with each statement of his and he thinks you catch his bluff.

“really! this…perso-author,” blindly, he reaches behind him for a random book. skipping past the title, he reads out the author’s name, “E. L. James? One of my favorites.”

that about does it for you.

the stoic expression on your face breaks as does your voice as laughs erupt out of your mouth.

bokuto’s…confused, to say the least.

what…what’s going on?

“please, i hope you’re not serious,” you gasp between laughs, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye. 

slumping forward in defeat, bokuto frowns. how’d you find out so quickly? did he choose an awful writer?

“i thought it was weird enough seeing a guy looking at ‘erotic romance novel’ shelf in the library but calling the author of 50 Shades your favorite? i knew it had to be some sort of prank.”

“oh,” bokuto says blankly, looking down at the book where the title was typed. ah, now he gets it. “it wasn’t a prank,” he murmurs.

at your confused head tilt, he continues, “i just wanted to impress you since i know you’re into reading.”

he’s expecting you to get freaked out and excuse yourself and probably never frequent that library again (bo, there’s one library on campus, what’re you talking about?). but to his surprise, you grin.

“wait, you’re that guy from my lit class! you compared hamlet to the lion king!”

to be fair, akaashi helped bokuto out with that assignment so whatever words he spewed out of his mouth were half of akaashi’s knowledge and half of bokuto’s bullshit. he didn’t even get a very good grade. but the C+ on his paper after seeing the way you smile at him about it looks like a golden A right about now.

“yeah…that was me.”

“you’re explanation could’ve had some work but i really enjoyed it. maybe over coffee, we can talk about it?”

oh.

OH!

“yes!” he just about exclaims, gripping onto your shoulders. “i mean,” he quickly lets go, rubbing a hand behind his neck, “sure, i guess i could go for some coffee.”

as bokuto leaves the library with you on the way to the coffee shop, he can’t help but thank the professor who gave him a D on his last exam and kuroo who wouldn’t stop bothering about studying. but above all, he thanks E.L. James for making it all possible.

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[yuu-kumeii]

So imagine that the biggest cultural shock to your boyfriend —who keeps forgetting about i— every time he travels out to another country is that some of them just don't have bidets in every restroom.

Which led to you —his wonderful and very responsible spouse— always packing a portable bidet into his luggage the night before he leaves. You've never forgotten a single trip and he's so grateful to you because without it, he's sure to just sit on the porcelain throne waiting for salvation —that never comes so he's always had to begrudgingly take a sheet of toilet paper and hope for the best—.

He's so very thankful to you that he put this fact in as one of the —many— reasons he can't live without you during your vows.

And to this day, you still pack a travel bidet for him just in case and he's always happy to tell you that he would not survive without you every time he finds it.

BOKUTO <3333, ATSUMU <333, HINATA <33, KAGEYAMA <3, Sakusa, Oikawa, KUROO, suna (calls you his bidet fairy)

[hotvinimon]

Prank

Bokuto Kotaro x Reader

A/n : "You are annoying prank" Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language, tears, kisses

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Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

You couldn't stop chuckling to yourself as you whipped up some grub for your beloved boyfriend of 3 years, the bathroom rockstar.

Imagine this: a sunny summer day, Bokuto belting out tunes like he's on a world tour in the bathroom. While you made your Inari Sushi masterpiece, you stuck a cute flag in the tofu, thinking he'd devour it like a hungry legend.

Your kitchen shenanigans turned breakfast into a daily concert, and you were here for it, front-row seats and all!

Chilling on a kitchen stool, you snuggled up, scrolling through your phone and killing time. As you swiped away, you got hooked by a hilarious prank video of a couple.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked open, and Bokuto emerged, attempting an elegant pirouette, until he saw your unimpressed look from your kitchen perch.

He pulled off an epic gasp, covering his mouth with flair like a melodramatic actor and shouted, "Oh, behold the grand entrance! My precious! My drop-dead gorgeous darling baby!" With giant strides, like he's auditioning for a comedy troupe, he sauntered over on the wood floor, leaving just enough room for an over-the-top bow. You couldn't hold back your giggles.

"Wowza! Check out the size of that Inari sushi! Just what the doctor ordered! I must've won the karma lottery. Now, what else? Hmmm... Oh, I know! A good morning smooch to kickstart the day!" Ignoring any objections, he grabbed your face with his big hands and planted a juicy kiss. "As a token of my thanks, I'm whipping up some coffee, my sweetie pie!"

Late mornings are rare in your apartment due to both of yours busy schedule. But due to graciousness of your manager and Meian, you finally got some time to catch what's slipping up.

You watched his coffee-making skills, both of you sipping from cute matching mugs, and that coffee scent filled up the kitchen. He plopped your mug down, and you gave him a quick kiss. As he sat in his chair across from you, he eyeballed the yummy breakfast you'd whipped up with an eager grin.

He zeroed in on the sushi like a ravenous sushi monster, his lips dancing with excitement. Taking a huge bite, he made sure that sushi didn't stand a chance. You couldn't help but soak up his dramatic, operatic hum, followed by an award-winning moan.

It was like a foodie's Shakespearean theater! As he devoured, you remembered that prank video from earlier. You leaned in, resting your head on your left hand, grinning mischievously.

"Listen, babe, you know I adore you, right? But..." Bokuto's eyes locked onto yours, begging for more. Despite his heartstring-pulling expression, you kept going. "Maybe, just maybe, ease up on the childishness. It's starting to get a tad bit... well, you know, annoying."

His eyes got as big as saucers, and he froze mid-bite, never breaking your gaze. He blinked once, then twice, and a puzzled frown crept over his handsome face. He practically inhaled his food, trying to get words out, "You think I'm... annoying? Really?" His voice quivered, barely louder than a whisper, breaking your resolve.

Your hand reached out for his, but it was game over – tears welled up in his eyes. Panic mode activated, and you sprang up, cursing your snap judgment. "No, no, no, my bad, baby! I was just messing around! None of that was for real. I watched this dumb video of someone pranking their partner, and I thought it'd be hilarious to see your reaction…"

You pulled back and gently grabbed his chin. "Hey, look at me." You swiveled his head to lock eyes with you. "I'm so sorry, babe. I'm head over heels for you, you know that, right?" He zipped his lips for a sec, steering clear of eye contact. "You're so cruel! Why'd you do that to your lovely boyfriend? I really believed you were going to leave me..." His lip wobbled, a cute pout forming on his lips.

"Like, never ever would I want you to change! I'm all about your goofy vibes, you get me? I'm genuinely sorry, honey... Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Cross my heart, I'll make it up to you!" Your thumb stroked his cheek, sending a silent plea.

"Okay, but swear you won't pull something like this again!" He crossed his arms and huffed. "I swear!" You nodded big time, showering his face with kisses. You started with his forehead, then both cheeks, and finally, a smooch that lingered on his pouty lips. You milked that last kiss a little longer, feeling the corners of his lips curl up. When you finally pulled away, your grin was on fleek, and your way happier boyfriend looked back at you.

"Well, now that you promised to make it up to me, can I cop some of your sushi too?" you deadpanned. Maybe this was all part of his plot to score extra breakfast, and you were totally down with it, especially when he gave you that cheeky, smug grin.

Before saying yes to a commited relation, you always wondered what love looks like or feels like. Is it all pink like in movies ? Or totally unexpected like in dramas.

Maybe this is what love looks like. A drama queen hogging your breakfast with dried fat tears on his blushed cheeks.

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closer. -k. bokuto.

boxer!bokuto x black!reader.

it was late.

it was well past midnight when he entered the sizable apartment, his gym bag slung over one of his shoulders as he kicked off his sneakers to change into his house slippers. he made his way through the short hallway, dropping his bag in front of the washer and dryer unit, deciding to deal with the sweaty clothes in the morning.

pushing the door open to his shared bedroom, his posture relaxed after seeing his lover laying in their shared bed, the brightness from her phone illuminating the room.

"hi, darling," he greets, sliding under the duvet. he shuffled closer to her before draping his arm around her frame and pulling her closer to his chest, thankful that he had thought of showering in the gym instead of waiting. his nudged his head in the crevice of her neck, placing a soft kiss on her skin.

"hi baby," she returns his greeting, maneuvering in his hold so that she is facing him. "how was practice?"

"it was good. i stayed a bit later so i could watch one of the new guys spar with kuroo. i heard he was pretty good and wanted to see for myself. he definitely did not disappoint when humble kuroo's cocky ass," bokuto let out an amused huff before pulling her closer once more.

"i was wondering what took you so long. i called you, but you didn't answer so i figured you were still training," she threw one of her legs over his hip and forced another one between his legs. bokuto decided to change their position altogether, maneuvering her so that he was laying on his back with her nestled into his side, one leg across his lower abdomen and her head resting on his chest.

"mmm, my phone died and i hadn't realized until i was already driving back here. sorry sweets," he mumbled, closing his eyes in the comfort of her warmth.

"it's okay. you were busy," she reassured, somehow moving closer to him.

"never too busy for you, though."

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