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emmyrosee · 6 months

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"Baby, have you seen my lip balm?"

Koutarou’s voice carries down the hall from the bathroom, and it makes you chuckle slightly as your thumbs don’t pause their scrolling. His words of slight panic have you not even a little surprised as you ignore them.

He’s always. Losing. Something. You’ve lost count of how many lip balms you’ve gotten him. The pairs of socks that end up scattered in the most obscure places. The phone chargers that are left randomly could power the entire city.

And while you’re not necessarily fed up with it, it definitely happens more than it should, and you’re not sure how to keep things from getting lost in his grasp and out of his sight.

With a sigh, you get up and make your way down the hall, grabbing your own lip balm and opening the bathroom door. The room is turned upside down, cabinets opened and flipped inside out, there’s stuff everywhere, and sure enough, no lip balm.

“Koutarou,” you scold, fake in your tone but serious enough to make him whine. You take out your own lip balm to rub it in just slightly.

“It was an accident!”

“Where was the last time you had it?”

“When I went to practice.”

“….okay. Which day of practice?”

“I’m not sure,” he whines.

“Koutarou.”

“Don’t say my name like that!” He whines. “I swear this one was supposed to be the last one! God, baby, this is killing me, I’m so sorry-“

Your hands move up to ungracefully cup his cheeks, pulling him down towards you with no real effort from him, given his surprise. With that, you offer him a big, noisy kiss, which he returns excitedly. Your lips press together, parting slightly to tease before pushing back again.

You hear him hum happily, trying to connect the kiss more before you gently push him away, sending him off with scarlet cheeks and a slightly glossy pout and a dopey look on his face.

“One more. I will buy you one more,” you say firmly, patting him on the chest before stalking away from him and leaving him in shock.

“Or you could do that!” He yelps. “Kissing me works just as good!”

“That won’t help you learn your lesson!”

He calls a quick “i won’t need a lesson!” after you, but you just chuckle and shake your head, picking up your phone to order a few extra chapsticks to scatter around the house.

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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Imagine Bokuto as your boyfriend when you’re on your period.

You’re in pain and don’t have any medicine on hand.

You’re too embarrassed to ask a teacher to just go home especially cause you know how they react to “the monthly ailment” and so during your lunch break you consider heading to the convenience store for painkillers but it’s not a lot of time before your next class begins, you’re in too much pain to run (and couldn’t make it all the way without collapsing on a normal day anyway) and the bus doesn’t come in time. But not to worry, your boyfriend is right there already warming up to sprint to the pharmacy.

“But what about your lunch?”

Bokuto just shrugs, stretching his torso from left to right. “Doesn’t matter. Plus it’s a great workout.”

And he pecks you on the cheek before racing away. You’re so overcome with emotion by his sweetness that you call after him “I love you, Bokuto Kotarou!!”.

He almost runs into a street lamp, turns, takes a deep breath and yells back “I LOVE YOU TOO, Y/N!!!”

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teamatsumu · 6 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 20

scratching - bokuto koutaro x reader

word count: 750

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In his first week of joining MSBY, Hinata received the shock of his life when he first saw Bokuto shirtless in the locker room.

“Bokuto-san!” He had gasped, eyes widening when they fell on his senpai’s back. Red scratches lined the wide expanse of skin, some long and thin, some short and choppy, scattered between them were small, crescent shaped markings that looked an awful lot like nails digging into skin. Bokuto had turned around at the sound of his name, staring curiously at Hinata until the boy had gestured to Bokuto’s marred back questioningly. He laughed.

Bokuto was a beast on the court. So he didn’t understand why people were surprised that he was a beast in bed too. Nothing about him was subtle, so of course, the remnants of his sex life lived on his skin proudly, and he had no desire to hide them. After Hinata got over his initial shock, he realized how on-brand this actually was. Bokuto was an intense person, loud and proud, and he met the same standards in all areas of his life. All of them.

So when Bokuto fucked you into the mattress, pounded his cock into your little hole, he didn’t protest against your body’s reactions, didn’t mind when you screamed and arched, arms wrapping around him and nails digging deep into his skin. He welcomed it, reveled in the pricking and burning on his back when you dragged your fingers over it, crying into his ear about how good it felt, how you had missed his cock filling you up the way it was right now. He would watch your teary eyes and flushed face, feeling the last vestiges of his control slip away at how pathetic and whiny you looked, reduced into a mess because of him.

Your feet would kick out, twitching and trembling when he found that one glorious spot deep inside you, the tip of his dick hitting it again and again, hips smacking into you with purpose. One of his hands would reach for the headboard, holding himself steady as he lost himself to the feeling of your tight, fluttering walls, squeezing so gloriously around his shaft that it only made him go faster, thrust harder, hearing you squeal and arch until your breasts pressed to his bare torso, and your nails dug deep, likely drawing blood, little swipes of your hands as you came around his dick, crying at how good he made you feel.

There was a sharp, sharp sting that came with your nails. When you would first dig them into Bokuto’s back, he didn’t feel much, but as time passed and Bokuto kept thrusting into you, he would feel a thin burn, tracks of it shooting their way down his back until they made him tense up, and all the blood rushed to his cock. The pain would muddle his brain so gloriously it made him feral. And all he could think of was filling your begging, weeping cunt full of his cum.

The snug, wet warmth of your pussy, combined with the tingling fire on his back, was what made him empty his load into you, eyes rolling up as his hips stuttered, smacking his hips into you one last time before he came deep inside, feeling as if his very soul was being sucked out of him and into the welcoming embrace of your greedy cunt. It was enough to make Bokuto black out for a moment, so lightheaded that, for a split second, he would forget his own name.

He wouldn’t even register the aftereffects of your passionate activities until he heard your horrified gasp behind him in the shower.

“Kou, your back!” Your eyes wide with guilt, one hand covering your mouth in shock. Bokuto would blink in confusion as you fussed over him, not understanding what the big deal was. So you had scratched him up while having sex, what was the problem here? It felt good when you did it, and it still felt good afterward. He could feel the sting whenever he moved, a reminder of his bedroom activities, a huge boost to his ever-hungry ego. And when he would try to explain it to you, proudly yet childishly calling them ‘battle scars’, you would huff out a worried laugh, only backing down when he reassured you over and over again that he liked it, loved it, in fact. Would proudly carry the signs of your pleasure on his back. Would be willing to show everyone how good he made his girl feel.

The entire volleyball team already knew, and if some paparazzi were to conveniently catch him shirtless at any time, the whole world would know too. And Bokuto had no problem with that.

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veenxys · 7 months

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「Bokuto being a simp for you」

bokuto loves you in so many ways that sometimes he can't explain; just feeling all of his love and compassion for you through small gestures, kind words whispered in the middle of the night or when you share a comfortable silence while doing your own thing because love doesn't have to be loud, just his comforting presence is the enough to overflow your heart.

he doesn't just say “how was your day” he says “tell me about your day”. he is genuinely interested in hearing you speak and enjoys this little moment with you. he hears you ramble with a smile on his face, often with one hand resting on his chin while the other absently plays with a lock of your hair while he keeps listening to everything you have to say.

he always walks on the outer side of the sidewalk when the two of you are walking side by side to keep you safe from the road, he holds your hand tightly and all it takes is just a light squeeze that all his attention goes to you.

he has a polaroid picture of you on his cell phone cover, and when he misses you, he usually takes it and with a silly smile on his face he runs his fingers gently over your face, as if he were stroking you.

when you go out and you’re carrying lots of bags, he’ll take them out of your hand and hold them for you until you get home. he is the type of boyfriend who will use your purse as if it were his and he doesn’t care about that. but when you go to buy a new purse, he wants you to buy one that suits him.

when you're sitting side by side somewhere and you need to bend down because you dropped something, he puts his hand on the corner of the table so that when you get back to your seat, you won't get hurt.

if he sees you sleepy or even napping, he won't think twice about gently resting your head on his shoulder or on his lap; stroking your hair, and leaving a few soft kisses on your temple from time to time.

he always helps you calm down when you have something important to do; like an important exam. he gently massages your shoulders and leaves occasional light kisses on your neck while saying encouraging words. he also makes you tea and if you want he helps you to review and always tells you how proud he is of you; showering you with kisses and hugs so you know he really means it. he also texts you during the day wishing you good luck.

he has such a unique and pure way of making you laugh; with silly jokes, exaggerated imitations of characters or people you don’t like, tickling you until you’re out of breath, leaving kisses all over your face while holding you as close to him as possible. he just doesn’t like to see his baby sad or bored.

he writes important things and puts them on a magnet on the fridge; like birthdays of your mutual friends, or date nights —and he puts a heart around the date to demonstrate that it’s your day — and even appointments with dentists or doctors.

he looks at you like you should be protected at all costs like you’re the most precious thing in the world. and honestly, he doesn’t care if you catch him staring at you, he won’t stop. he likes to notice your little quirks and habits and he finds them so goddamn cute.

he offers to walk you home and only leaves when he’s sure you’re safe; he always has your favorite dessert and gives it often for you, even without you asking.

he brushes your hair out of your face when you talk so he can see you better. most of the time it is a casual and subconscious gesture; he’s listening to you intently and when his eyes remain fixed on the strands of hair that fall over your face, he tucks them behind your ear or pushes them away from your face, gently running his fingers down your cheek in the process. he does this so often that you may get used to it after a while, but it always makes your heart race.

you notice how he always has at least one hair tie around his wrist. he tells you that it’s because he wants to make sure that you have one to tie your hair with any time you might need it since he knows how often you forget to bring one.

when it’s raining, he does literally everything so you don’t get wet. he gives you his jacket and when you share an umbrella, he always makes sure it completely covers you, he doesn’t care if his shoulder is all wet, the important thing is you.

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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haikyuu boys and little moments of joy .*･｡ﾟ

↳ ft. nishinoya, bokuto, kuroo, and atsumu

NISHINOYA calls to you from the end of the freezer aisle, the freezer door propped open with his hip as he clutches what appears to be a small box in his hands. When you come up on his left side, he fixes you with what you can only describe as a face-splitting grin. His eyes sparkle as he holds the box of mango popsicles out to you. "They have them! These are my favorite." You remember the box all too well; it's one that had sat in your freezer for three, maybe four, days max before the popsicles disappeared entirely. "I thought they stopped carrying them! I'm getting them." Yuu's excitement is contagious, and you find a smile of your own working its way onto your face. As he drops not one, but two boxes of the frozen treat into your shopping cart and starts to push it again, his joy refusing to wane, you loop your arm through his and squish your cheek into his shoulder.

BOKUTO starts pulling clothes from the dryer and plopping them into your laundry bin to be folded. And as a bundle of socks makes its journey to the basket, a stray purple one jumps from the pile, but before it can hit the floor, Koutarou catches it with his foot. His eyes immediately shoot to meet yours, disbelief clouding his features for only a moment before his slacked jaw is morphing into a grin so wide it squishes his cheeks and crinkles his eyes at the corners. You catch a glimpse of his sweet dimples and your heart catches in your chest. "Baby, did you see that!? That was awesome!" You grin back, adding to his excitement by gushing about how cool it was and that you can't believe he just did it. He beams under your attention, his smile so bright you feel like you need to squint to view it properly. With unrestrained joy, he kicks the sock up and catches it in his hand. "I'm on a roll!"

KUROO stands before you in your shared bedroom, a new outfit adorning his body. He'd been so eager to share it with you after his trip to the store that he could hardly contain himself, pulling you up from the couch and down to your bedroom mere seconds after coming through the front door. The outfit is simple but sleek — a soft black sweater and perfectly-tailored black slacks. He lifts his arms a bit and does a little spin, a proud smile evident on his features when he turns back to face you. "Well," he starts, eagerly, "what do you think? Do you like them?" Before you can even respond, you watch as his eyes shift to grin at himself in the mirror. "I was thinking of wearing it with that white collared shirt you bought me underneath and those nice dress shoes I bought last year." He's so pleased with it that it makes him, and his new outfit, all the more handsome. You tell him as much, and his excitement only mounts, pulling you in to pepper kisses all over your cheeks.

ATSUMU's eyes widen as soon as the song starts. You could recognize the opening beats of it anywhere — a song Atsumu has proudly proclaimed is his favorite almost every time you've heard it. And this time, like all the others, he cranks the dial on the radio and shifts his eyes away from the road for only a moment to tell you with a cute grin, "Ahh, I love this song!" He sings along, bobbing his head to the beat and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment before reaching across the center console to tap the beat against your thigh. You're so wrapped up in his excitement that you can't help but join in, singing along with both Atsumu and the radio. The action leads to an impromptu, and very passionate, karaoke session — one that leaves you both with an ache in your cheeks from smiling.

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mangogobibiboo · 6 months

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Bokuto Dreams of You

TimeSKIP!Bokuto x Reader

Warnings: Minor bodily injury, and flufff

Synopsis: Bo has a little crush on a medical team member, but he can't seem to do anything about it.

“ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ. ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ.”

Dreams are interesting. They are a way to live out their wildest fantasies without the constraints of reality. Things don't need to make sense; they need to fill a desire or give your brain something to do while resting. Whether for comfort, love, adventure, horror or just plain fun, it is up to the dreamer.

For the past few months, Bokuto has been plagued with the same dream almost every night. The only time he didn't have this dream was when he was so exhausted from his day that he would be asleep before his head even hit the pillow. The dream would always go the same. He would be in practice, he would run up to hit the ball, and he'd miss. That itself was not surprising. It happens. But then the ball would hit his head and go over the net. The middle blocker on the other side would slam the ball down in the heat of the moment, not taking into account that it would hit Bokuto in the head again. With the second impact of the ball hitting his head, Bokuto is then knocked to the floor, unconscious. When he opens his eyes, he sees you checking his eyes, asking if he is okay.

Now, why would he be dreaming about you? You were the intern doctor who had joined the Jackels medical team. As soon as this boy laid eyes on you, he was head over heels. You were just so thoughtful and kind in his eyes, and you were also the first person to make him feel nervous. Bokuto was usually boisterous, proud, and outgoing; he had the utmost confidence in himself, but when it came to asking you out, he froze.

It's sad to admit, but he thought he wasn't good enough for you. He had barely gotten by with passing grades in high school, and he opted not to go to college to spare himself the torture of more school. You, on the other hand, were always praised for your intelligence. You had done your best in school and worked to graduate medical school with the best grades possible. Not to mention, you were also a couple of years older; you seemed so mature and sophisticated to him.

Bokuto had just woken up; he lay there staring up at the ceiling. He was kind of disappointed to wake up if he was honest. That was genuinely unusual; it was game day. He was always so excited for game day. But he wanted to spend more time with you. Turning over to face his alarm clock, it read 6:30 a.m. So it was still about two hours till he had to be up. But if he got up now, he could help you carry the medical supplies to the bus.

You were the newbie, so you got stuck with the scut work, and you always insisted on taking all your medical supplies in one trip, no matter how much there was. Bokuto had seen you shuffle in the gym many times with your arms full of first aid kits and boxes of other medical things he didn't know the name of, but he had seen them plenty of times.

It was one of your hauls to the bus two months ago that this puppy crush sparked. You bumped into him. You didn't even look up, opting to gather your supplies instead. When he crouched down to help you, he saw you look up in shock. You admitted that you had thought he was a matted wall. The supplies were piled at least half a foot above your head, so it wasn't much of a stretch.

The thought of you waddling around, looking like that, made him giggle a little as he made his way into the gym, looking for you. He had only missed you by a few minutes; you were already setting this up in the medical room.

"Need any help?" he pokes his head through the door with the brightest smile he could muster.

"Ah! Bokuto! I told you not to scare me like that anymore." You fain a pout as you look back at him from your place atop the step stool. "But yes, I do. Could you hand me the things in that box so I can put them away?"

He set down his duffle bag and made his way over to you.

"You know, Bokuto, I've been wondering, why do you always help me in the mornings? Don't you have some extra practice you want to get in?"

That caught him a little by surprise…was it too soon to admit the real reason he's been helping you?

"O-Of course. I only got to do 100 spikes after practice yesterday. But no one is here early enough to practice with me." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

'Only !?' It always amazed you how Bokuto could say the most extraordinary things in the most ordinary way. He was truly one of a kind. You smile to yourself as you put the boxes in their place.

"Shoyo probably would if I asked him…" he trailed off the last part, realizing his cover was blown if he finished the thought. "But he's not as good at setting as Tsumu Tsumu, so it wouldn't help much." Nice save.

"Hey, do you know when the season is ending?" You keep your face toward the cupboard, only glancing at him.

"Hmm ya, it sucks; Omi said we have two months left. I wanted it to last longer."

"Well, maybe going out to dinner sometime after the season ends would make it suck less?" He looks up at you with a bit of confusion, but that is quickly replaced with a big smile.

"Yeah, the team is going for a barbeque after our last game! So that does make it suck a little less!"

"That's not what I meant." You laugh, quickly losing your nerve. "I was trying to ask you out. You know- like on a date." You still refused to face him; you chewed your lip, waiting for a response.

Suddenly, Bokuto grabs you by the shoulders and turns you towards him. The stepstool had put you at his eye level. His eyes were wide, as bright as ever.

"Really? A Date!? With ME!?" He points at himself, making you laugh.

"God. coulda ya be any more uncool." Astumu's voice piped up from the doorway. Bokuto, to let you go immediately, huffed and crossed his arms on his chest like a toddler.

"Go away, Tsum-Tsum, you're ruining the moment!" Astumu scoffed and left the doorway. Bokuto turned his attention back to you. But it was too late; Atsumu had made it clear he was being uncool. Bokuto was a lot of things, but one thing he refused to be was uncool.

"Now, where were we?"

"Wait- NO, Bokuto, don't lean on that-" He had leaned onto a stack of boxes that you had yet to unpack in an attempt to pull a cool pose. Unfortunately, they weren't very stable, and as soon he put a little pressure on them, the whole stack tumbled on top of him. And one of the heavy boxes near the top definitely had landed on his head. Or at least you think it did, judging by the thump sound you heard.

You rush to him, moving the boxes out of the way, and place his head on your lap. "Are you okay?"

He seemed a little loopy. You had to tap his cheek a couple of times to get him to focus. "Tell me this is real. Tell me I'm not dreaming." He reached out and cupped your cheek; you nuzzled into his touch.

"Of course not, but you have to get up so I can check your head. If you have a concussion, you can't play today."

Luckily, he didn't have a concussion, and the game went great. The Jackels won. But what made that game so great was the good luck kiss he got from you before it started.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #bokuto headcanons #bokuto x reader #hq bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto scenarios #bokuto imagine #haikyuu fluff #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto fluff #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto x you #bokuto x fem!reader

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taones · 10 months

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Haikyuu Relationships as Photos

But I try to make it diverse because I’m so sick of seeing only skinny, white girls in these trends <3

pairings - Iwaizumi, Tanaka, Kiyoko, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna + Atsumu x reader

warnings - smoking, fem bodied!reader

Iwaizumi ^

Tanaka ^

Kiyoko ^

Kuroo ^

Bokuto ^

Suna ^

Atsumu ^

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reblogs and comments appreciated! If you’d like to see more characters or m!reader lmk mwah!

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apteryxparvus · 8 months

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Love, found in the simplest of gestures.

Characters — Oikawa Tooru, Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma, Suna Rintarou, Miya Osamu

Word count — 912

Content warning — none

Summary — the Haikyuu!! boys and their love languages.

💕 Oikawa Tooru — words of affirmation

Tooru is the epitome of affection — he never misses a chance to show his love and care for you. Each day starts with a good morning text in which he declares his undying love, always accompanied by a blurry yet endearing selfie. Throughout the day, he showers you with little messages of encouragement, wishing you good luck, and ensuring you feel his presence even in your busiest moments. And whenever he manages to squeeze in some extra moments during his packed schedule, he takes the opportunity to send you lengthy voice messages, expressing how much you mean to him, and how grateful he is to have you in his life.

Despite his busy days, he always manages to find a way to let you know you’re always on his mind.

Whenever he graces your apartment with his presence, there’s always a trail of colorful sticky notes following his wake — from the fridge door and bathroom mirror, to the hidden nooks of your kitchen pantry and beneath your pillow. Each note contains a heartfelt message, a testament of his affection.

And as you accidentally stumble across these surprises, a blush spreads across your cheeks, your heart stirring.

💕 Bokuto Koutarou — physical touch

Koutarou has always had an inclination towards affection, even before you became an official couple. Yes, his touchy nature extends to teammates and friends, but with you, it has always been different.

When he embraces you, wrapping his strong arms around, a warm, comforting aura would envelop you. Even before the two of you became a couple, you couldn’t help but notice how his touch would linger, how he’d hold you more intensely, just a tad bit longer.

Now that you are together, you eagerly anticipate his touch, his tender gestures. His touches demonstrate his depth of love — whether it be by a gentle caress of your arms and neck as you prepare breakfast in the morning, or his offer of a soothing back rub and shoulder massage after a long day of work.

💕 Kozume Kenma — gift giving

Kenma loves to give you presents. Even in his days as a high school student with limited pocket money, he would surprise you with thoughtful gifts. He’d meticulously plan affordable dates, all revolving around your shared interests, hoping to create meaningful and lasting memories.

Now, with his thriving career(s) and increased financial stability, he takes pleasure in spoiling you even more. But rather than opting for generic luxury gifts — gold necklaces and ruby earrings — he continues to channel his thoughtfulness into personalized adventures. From romantic getaway weekends to nearby hot spring towns, where you can both unwind and enjoy each other’s company, to day trips to amusement parks, VIP access included and unlimited rides that would send your adrenaline soaring.

But it’s the little gifts that truly warm your heart. Such as the newest book from your favorite author, complete with their signature, or a carefully crafted scrapbook filled with cherished photos and memorabilia.

💕 Suna Rintaro — quality time

Time spent with Rintaro is precious, every moment is a treasure. You know how demanding his volleyball career is, yet he goes above and beyond to carve out as much time as possible to be with you.

Sometimes, it means embarking on intricately planned dates (oftentimes, with the help of his teammates). And in those moments, it’s just the two of you, savoring each blissful moment of peace, reveling in each other’s presence like there’s no tomorrow. Other times, you find yourself casually joining the half dozen spectators during his team’s practice sessions. Seated on the bench, you witness his display of talent and dedication to the sport.

Amidst the whirlpool of your busy lives, there are simple moments when you and Rintaro unwind after a grueling week filled with an endless stream of demanding clients (for you) and arduous training matches (for him). In those stolen moments, you find solace in each other's presence, and as the day draws to a close, you find yourself nestled close in a tender embrace while watching TikTok videos on his phone.

Despite everything, Rintaro ensures that every moment you spent together is filled with love and quality time.

💕 Miya Osamu — acts of service

Osamu’s genuine love and care manifests through the bento boxes he so lovingly assembles for you. Your little tradition began during your high school days, when, as the volleyball team’s manager and the representative of your class, you juggled a busy schedule. You’d attend the team’s practice with a rumbling stomach and an embarrassed face — you barely had time to prepare lunch, let alone queue up at the cafeteria in hopes of grabbing a sandwich or a curry. Osamu was quick to warm up to you, and within a week of you joining the team, he began bringing you lunches.

He was quick to learn your preferences, despite the few hiccups — like accidentally making something you were allergic to (more than once). Nevertheless, to this day, years later, he rises a bit earlier than you to prepare a colorful bento box. On occasion — once or twice a month — you return from a tiring day at work, met with a delicious and fragrant dinner at a candlelit table.

Sure, the majority of Osamu’s week is occupied by his culinary job, and of course, witnessing the smiles of satisfaction on his customers’ faces brings him joy. But seeing the way your face lights up and the twinkle in your eyes as you savor the meal he so carefully prepared… there’s nothing more precious than that.

Author's note: hiii, im back from the dead... for now... until university starts:))) hopefully i'll have some time to write a chapter or two of my smau

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emmyrosee · 8 months

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“Oh my god, this guy is soooo hot.”

Immediately in your peripheral, a spiky head of hair instantly whips towards you, golden eyes wide and curios when they stare intently at you. “Who?” Koutaro asks, voice hiked with only the slightest bit of jealousy.

“Oh, just this guy on my Instagram feed,” you say, as if trying to brush it off. Your eyes flick back to koutarou, who’s mentally going through your followers lists to see who you could be talking about.

“Who?” He asks again. You snicker and try to bite it back with a cough.

“Just- just this guy, like he’s sooooo handsome.”

“What guy?” Koutaro has now taken the liberty of crawling towards you, only rather than jealousy and panic, his eyes are now shiny with intrigue. “I want to see the handsome guy!”

You tuck your phone away and cock a brow, “you want to see him?”

He offers you a shrug, “I like handsome men too; why do you think I hung around Kuroo so much in high school?”

“Kuroo’s handsome?”

“You DONT think Kuroo’s handsome?!”

“No, I think Akaashi’s handsome.”

“No, Akaashi’s beautiful.”

For a moment, the man on your phone is forgotten as you stare at each other, brows quirked before breaking down into a fit of shared laughter, your head thunking against his chest while his arms tossed around you, keeping you close. When you both manage to control yourselves, he nudges you again, “come on! I want to see the eye candy!”

You finish your giggles before moving yourself and your phone towards him, but rather than an Instagram post or account, it’s your camera, flipped towards you both. Koutarou’s cheeks dust pink and he strikes a wild smolder at the camera.

“You’re right,” he says, whistling at himself. “That’s one handsome guy. Damn. He’s too handsome-“ he’s now taken the liberty of pushing back slightly to flex his arms and shoulders, “-devilishly good looking; bet he’s got tons of people falling at his feet, he’s so handsome.”

“More handsome than Kuroo?”

Koutarou scoffs and shakes his head, “way, way more handsome than Kuroo.”

With that, he quickly wraps his arms around you and tugs you close to smother you in kisses, wet and noisy along your cheeks and head, and in your fit of laughter and squeals, your thumb slips and takes more than a few pictures, full of laughter and squirms and they’re perfect. You couldn’t have asked for better pictures.

And it’s worth the explanation to Kuroo when Koutarou posts those same pictures hours later, with the caption “say I’m much more handsome than @vlblmngr, not as cute as @a.kaashikeiji”

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cottonlemonade · 2 months

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Souvenir

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Bokuto sighed dramatically during your daily phone call, "Do you know how much I miss you?"

"How much?", you asked, voice happy but sleepy.

"I’m watching a documentary on penguins and almost cried at a clip of two of them cuddling."

"Awww!"

"Right? Did you know Adelie and Gentoo males present their chosen mates the smoothest pebble as courtship?", he read the subtitles on the muted screen.

"No way, tell me more.", you said, giggling.

The arrivals began trickling through the gates and you craned your neck, on the lookout for Bokuto who easily towered over most of them. He called your name and smiled brightly when he spotted you amongst the crowd, holding a self-made Welcome Home sign. You had the foresight to lean it against a nearby pillar before he pulled you into one of his patented bone crushing hugs, lifting you easily off the ground.

"I hope you know I'm never letting you go again. - At least not for the next 48 hours.”, he said, burying his face in your hair when he set you down again.

"Noted.", you muffled against his chest.

For a moment he just kind of melted, his tall broad form molding around your round and squishy one.

"I got you something.", he announced proudly, kissing your temple, "Left jacket pocket."

Still hugging, you slid your hand into the aforementioned pocket and closed your fingers around something small.

You laughed when you looked down to find it was a very pretty, very smooth pebble.

#bokuto fluff #haikyuu x chubby reader #bokuto x chubby reader #bokuto x reader #hq bokuto #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #chubby reader #haikyuu imagines #bokuto kotaro #bokuto koutaro x reader #Bokuto #bokuto x you #bokuto imagine

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hanaonesflower · 2 years

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･☆*:ﾟ･☆ | 18+ |

Your tongue swirls fervently at the tip of his leaky, hardened cock that can’t seem to get enough of your throat. The grip you have on his hips do little to nothing to keep him from jolting up and fucking his length into your mouth. Then he whimpers and claws at your hair like a puppy, your eyes are mischievous. He is beyond saving, but that is how you like them, horny, helpless and desparate.

“Mhm~ god, like that.” You bob your head on his length, the eye contact is driving him crazy and he can’t help it anymore. He thrusts his hips inside your throat and you begin to gag.

“Sorry, sweetheart, sorry.” His apology doesn’t mean shit. Because he is still jerking his cock inside your mouth like a needy man with no sign of stopping. Drool pools at the apex of his girth and drips down his balls and eventually wets the bed. His eyes are ones with regret but his primal desires take control.

You are no better. When did it become to pleasurable to see the man at your mercy. A moaning fucking mess. Seeing him whimpering away as your lips encased around his dick makes your cunt drip. One hand reaches down to circle your clit and you groan as the stimulation intensifies. It’s not often that you take over the role of the dominant partner but when you do, you can’t get enough. He just does such a splendid job of submitting to you.

“Baby, let me.” He finally speaks, tugs at your shoulders and motions for you to detach. In one swift movement he has you pinned beneath him, the room feels like a live furnace. It doesn’t take long for him to find his place in between your thighs, his breath fans your clit and you moan. He is insufferable when he is between your legs, tongue laps away at any juices leaking out of you, his hands shamelessly crawl across your skin, now damp with sweat and desire.

“God, don’t – don’t you dare stop,” you groan and squeeze your hand around his forearms. He looks up at you, the way you lock eyes is making his cock twitch.

“Never in a million years, baby, give it to me, all you’ve got,” he kisses your thighs, he sucks and nips at your sensitive heat and sucks and nips some more until he is satisfied. When you’re spilled all over him and his lips attach themselves on yours once again.

SAWAMURA DAICHI, BOKUTO KOUTARO, MIYA OSAMU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, NANAMI KENTO, HIGURUMA HIROMI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAMO CHOSO, KAMO NORITOSHI

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theycallmebun · 10 months

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protect yourself

bokuto kotaro x gn!reader

w/c: 334

genre: angst again lmao

warnings: break uppp. also when i say the word hurt, i mean emotionally.

summary: bokuto just wants another chance.

he had come back for a second chance. you know, he thought if he got on his knees this time, then just maybe you’d let him back in.

“y/n, please, i can be better. i’ll do anything for you to just be with you again. please. i can change. what do you want me to do? just tell me what to do,” bokuto begged and pleaded.

you really weren’t prepared to deal with this. after breaking it off, you expected never to see him again. it’s not like you would ever want to anyway. but here you are now, in your front yard with your ex begging you to give him another chance.

“kotaro, please, i don’t want to do this,” you say with your fingers rubbing at your temples, hoping to ease away the headache.

“i really really want to make this work, y/n. you’re it for me. i love you. please give us a second chance.”

bokuto’s words cut deep.

“it’s too late to try and make this work. i was the one putting in the effort and the time to make this work when we were together and you did nothing! telling me you’re going to put in the work now means nothing,” you yell at him. and somewhere in there, you start crying too.

you keep going, though.

“and don’t you know that i love you so much? i love you so much it hurts. but you hurt me more. so i’m not getting back together with you. sure, maybe after a decent amount of time where i know we’ve both been capable of real change. none of this superficial shit you’re promising me right now, that’s just not realistic.”

“no no no, y/n, please. i need you,” he pleads one last time. “don’t build those walls up again.”

“i’m protecting myself, ko. now please, just go home.”

he sighs and cries in defeat, but doesn’t utter another word. and ready to respect your wishes, he leaves.

a/n: i had a hurt to comfort idea but i forgot it so more angst!!!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu angst #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagine #bokuto angst #bokuto x gender neutral reader #gn!reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

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veenxys · 1 year

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「Things you do that Haikyuu boys think is attractive」

⤷ Bokuto

when you do stretching, especially in the morning. he can’t help but smile when you sit up in bed in the morning and stretch your arms above your head, preparing to get up. he has a twinkle in his eyes and a goofy smile on his face when you stand up and stretch your arms out in front of him; he leans back on the pillow and you turn to him, smiling too. in the late afternoon, you stretch after sitting in your seat for a while while working on something on your laptop. you straighten your back with your arms up and tilt your head from side to side for the neck exercise. a smile plays on his lips before he can wrap his arms around your waist to kiss your cheek, surprising you each time. “relax, love”, he would whisper and start massaging your shoulders. “you look so good stretching”, he smiled and ended up being hugged by you, he squeezes you gently, making you melt in his arms.

⤷ Kuroo

when you’re talking to your friends but you’re still making eye contact with him. he doesn’t know how to explain what he feels at that moment, but it’s something new and that leaves him floating. there’s something intimate and beautiful about the way you explain something to your friends, and even though everyone’s eyes are on you, you still choose to look at him. as if you were inside your own little world, as if nothing had changed there. he doesn’t break eye contact though, he just smiles at you when you finish talking and hear your friend say something; he shakes his head and looks down at his feet, finally admitting how strong of an effect you have on him.

⤷ Atsumu

when you’re embarrassed. he knows you're shy sometimes and doesn’t like to pull that off on you, but he thinks it’s cute when he says something provocative or picks up lines and you get embarrassed; trying to hide your smile with your hands as you look away from his. he smiles and pulls you to him, you smile against his shirt and hide your face in his chest, which makes him fall even more in love with you.

⤷ Osamu

when you flick your hair around. something about the way you smooth or run your hand through your hair makes him melt a little. he thinks it’s so beautiful the way your hair falls in waves over your shoulders when you run your hand through it and he also likes how soft and shiny it is. he also likes to touch and style it for you, especially if it’s to make a ponytail where he can leave a few kisses on the back of your neck and cheek while doing his best to make your hair look nice.

⤷ Oikawa

when you get slightly mad. he knows it’s not nice, but he can’t help but think you’re extraordinarily beautiful when you’re starting to get mad; your eyes get serious and wild, your voice more rigid and even your posture changes. he sighs deeply and smiles goofily, which makes you a little angrier because you think he’s not taking you seriously. he obeys you blindly - afraid you’ll call him names but also because he’s too smitten with you to think of anything else.

⤷ Nishinoya

when you teach him something or talk about a subject that you master. he finds attractive the way you are confident to talk about certain subjects that you have already studied about and manage to answer all his questions; the way you speak so well moves him because he finds it the most attractive thing ever. he thinks you’re so smart and he’s so drawn to it to the point where he’ll ask random questions at random times just to hear you talk. and he really loves to hear you talk, especially when you give your opinion on something.

⤷ Kenma

seeing you passionate about something or discovering a new hobby. seeing you so focused and passionate about something makes him smile so bright, especially when you tell him about the things you love; your gaze has a different glow, accompanied by a happy and kind smile for talking about something you love, even your posture softens and he can’t stop smiling because he thinks this is the cutest thing ever. he also tries to learn about your hobbies and likes just to talk to you more and it makes you smile so big it leaves him with butterflies in his stomach and motivated to learn more and more just for you.

⤷ Suna

when you give him pleading eyes. no matter the situation; whether it’s a silly argument or if it’s you trying to convince him to buy one more chocolate at the market, whenever you give him those pleading bright eyes, he melts and declares defeat with a sigh. this is his biggest weakness that he hates to admit - and he never talks about it to anyone at all - but he just can’t help but melt and have his heart fluttered when you look at him that way; all he wants to do is pull you into a hug and kiss you.

⤷ Sakusa

it’s the little things you do that you barely notice, but he thinks they’re beautiful. it’s when you kinda bend forward in your chair and arch your back a little to closer pay attention to what is in front of you, or tying up your hair in a simple but messy manner, with the hair clip clasped in your teeth, or the way you sits with your legs pulled to your chest with your arms wrapped around them, then rests your head on your knees and smiles at him when you’re talking. these are things you would barely notice but he does and he finds them so attractive, so beautiful.. he can’t get enough of you and your little mannerisms.

⤷ Hinata

when you wake up from a long nap. it’s weird, but he thinks it’s so cute and cute when you wake up a little confused and lost while you’re wrapped in the blankets; with your messy hair as you try miserably to open your eyes. he smiles sideways and walks over to you, hugging you on the bed and snuggling up to you while asking if you slept well; your slightly hoarse voice makes him smile even more against you. god, he loves to see you like this. he is completely in love with you at every possible moment.

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heyhoneyybunn · 2 years

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Thinking of Bokuto and how straight forward he can be...

He’s running late, so incredibly late that a beat-down from Meian and Atsumu would be justified. But he can’t control traffic, I mean sure, he could have left a little earlier, but the little coffee shop he likes to visit only opened ten minutes ago.

As he waits in line, his limbs jittering as he waits impatiently, he can feel the phone in his pocket vibrating intensely. He closes his eyes to try to relax from the building tension when someone brushes against him. It barely moves him, but it’s unexpected nature forces his eyes open.

He’s immediately greeted with the sight of you, hair spiking in different directions as your chest heaves up and down with vigour. Your outfit is a little creased, probably from your run here.

When you look at him properly, his breath catches in his throat, the emotions hurtling around his chest are so strong it causes him to blurt out, “Wow, you’re beautiful.”

He doesn’t even realise he said it aloud, too enamoured by your beauty, you’ve quite literally snatched his breath away. He greedily devours your facial expressions, how you went from fatigued to shy in an instant.

And when he does realise, the warmth that spreads to his cheeks makes him look like a tomato, he can barely look you in the eyes without wanting the ground to swallow him whole.

But when you finally gather your thoughts and recover from the very unexpected compliment from the handsome stranger, you make the next move, asking for his number.

Bokuto obviously complies, still a bit shy, but he’s definitely glad it happened the way it did, or else he might not have your number right now <3

Notes: This was all I could think about at work someone save meeee

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moonbeamwritings · 2 years

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“This can’t be real.” You whine, your face suddenly feeling hot, the collar of your costume tightening around your throat. Had the elastic strap of your stupid squirt bottle cap hat always been this uncomfortable under your chin? “This is a nightmare. Pinch me. Please, put me out of my misery.”

“A nightmare!?” Your friend whispers incredulously. “This is a dream. Look at him! His friends look hot, too.”

You take a big gulp of your tequila. “I can’t talk to him like this. It’s humiliating.” You gesture to the cheap, ill-fitting ketchup bottle costume you’d adorned for this night out, your life choices coming into sharp, dizzying focus. Why couldn’t you have just worn a revealing costume like a normal person? It’s times like these where committing to the bit isn’t always a good thing.

“Hey,” she scolds, clicking her tongue at you, “ketchup can be beautiful!”

“Not enough to talk to- to that!”

Across the room, in all his beefy, athletic glory is Bokuto Koutarou — your calculus deskmate and occasional study buddy. Someone you’ve had a crush on all semester. Your eyes scan his figure and you realize that no amount of tequila or cheap beer could give you the confidence to go say hi to him. Not like this.

He’s wearing a baby blue crop top, one that’s a size too small and tugs across the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders, squeezing at his massive biceps. Drawstring shorts in the same color expose the meat of his thick thighs and for a moment, the breath catches in your throat. What the fuck is in the water for these volleyball guys?

His two friends are in much the same state, red and green get-ups matching Bokuto’s own. The Powerpuff Girls. Bubbles has never looked so intimidating.

“I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die in front of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, and I’m wearing a fucking ketchup costume.” Tequila angrily sloshes in your cup, threatening to spill.

Your mustard counterpart rests a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I’ll drag you into the yard. Give you a little dignity.”

You nod solemnly. “Thank you.”

Unbeknownst to you, your costume hasn’t escaped the ever vigilant gaze of the famous superpowered trio. In the opposite corner, Bokuto bounces on the balls of his feet.

“That’s them! The one from my calc class!”

Kuroo’s (Buttercup’s) head whips around to follow Bokuto’s gaze. “The witch?”

“No,” Bokuto responds, mildly offended. “The ketchup.”

“Ohh, right. Should’ve guessed.” Kuroo’s eyes roll.

Akaashi (Blossom) chimes in to add, “They were looking over here earlier.”

“They were?”

“I mean, it’s kinda hard not to notice,” Kuroo gestures to the three of them and their lack of clothes, “all of this.”

Bokuto downs the rest of his beer in one, resolute chug, confidence emanating from his very being. “I’m going over there.”

You’re in the middle of lamenting about how ridiculous you look when your friend reaches out to grip your elbow. “He’s coming over here.”

Your face drops, anxiety thrumming through your veins as your heart pounds. “No. No, don’t say that.”

“Oh, look!” She calls, glancing anywhere but at you. “It’s...... that girl that I know! I’ll uh... I’ll see you later!”

You open your mouth to tell her to get the fuck back here, that this is truly an ultimate and bitter betrayal, but the words die in your throat as Bokuto approaches. He beams as he comes to a stop in front of you, like you’re making his night by simply... existing. The sight brings heat to the apples of your cheeks.

Bokuto has to bend a bit to be heard over the music, and you can feel his breath ghosting over your ear as he says, “Hey! How’s it going!?”

“Good! How are you?”

With how close he’s standing now, not only do you get an even closer look at his defined pecs (which seem even bigger up close), but you also notice, much to your amusement, that his spiky hair has been pulled into two pigtails, wrapped together with little blue bows. How someone can manage to be cute and hot at the same time is equal parts infuriating and fascinating.

He smiles like he knows something you don’t, a hint of mischief sitting in the corner of his upturned lips. “I’m good! It’s not every day you get to talk to your favorite condiment.”

You put a hand to your heart as a surprised, teasing grin over takes your face. “Who? Lil’ ol’ me? You’re flattering me!”

“I’m only speaking the truth!”

“Well,” you start, any anxiety you felt before melting away the longer you spend in his presence (and the more the tequila settles in your stomach), “if you must know, Bubbles was always my favorite Powerpuff Girl.”

Bokuto seems thrilled at this, shifting a little to bump his arm into yours. “You’ve got good taste.”

Conversation flows easily after that. You talk about class – he hasn’t done the homework yet and he’s not ready for the test, don’t ask. He asks what your drink of choice is (it’s tequila) and how you landed on ketchup for a costume of all things (it was a joke that felt funnier at the time than it is now). It’s comfortable and breezy, and you regret not coming to these stupid house parties sooner.

You open your mouth to ask if he’d want to study together, and maybe the alcohol had loosened your tongue enough to ask if he’d want to grab coffee too, but you’re interrupted by Buttercup.

Buttercup eyes you for a moment, his eyes flickering between you and his “sister” before a smirk pulls at his mouth. An expression crosses Bokuto’s face, one you can’t read, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“I hate to interrupt,” he interjects, “but it seems we have a situation in the upstairs bathroom. Mind giving me a hand?”

Bokuto sighs, his gaze shifting to yours apologetically. “Sorry, duty calls.”

You smile, a half-hearted thing that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Bokuto. “Go save the city, ladies.”

“I’ll uh-” he pauses as if he’s really considering his next words before a little twinkle alights in his golden eyes, “I’ll ketchup with you later.”

As he turns to leave, you swear you hear his friend shout over the music, “Dude, that was terrible.”

Having lost your condiment companion and your superhero crush, and with no one else to talk to, you decide to venture outside, hoping that the cool October air will help to ease the flush on your cheeks.

You can still hear the music from out here, can listen in on the gossip offered up among friends sharing a smoke at the table in the yard, but now that you’re separate from the party, looking out into the backyard, you can’t help the doubt that creeps into the back of your mind. It’s a blink of a thought, a wisp of smoke in the wind, and you suspect it’s only because you like him so much, but you wonder, idly, if someone like Bokuto could ever be into someone like you. You deflate, dropping your cup on the deck railing and pulling the stupid bottle cap hat off your head. Sighing, you feel stupid all over again.

You spend another few minutes in relative silence before the back door slides open and an excited “I found you!” sounds from behind you.

A hand presses into the small of your back. “I was looking all over for you! I came back downstairs and couldn’t find your little hat in the crowd anywhere.” The thought of him seeking you out again makes your head spin. “I brought you another drink, if you want it.”

Bokuto offers you the cup with a cute, almost sheepish quirk of his lips, and you take it gingerly. A smile forming to mirror his own. You take a sip and it’s the exact drink you had before, mixed to perfection and made all the tastier knowing Bokuto brought it for you. “It’s perfect! Thank you.”

He’s all too pleased by the praise. “I’m glad! I practically had to wrestle the last of the Sprite from some drunk dude in the kitchen.”

His expression and the hand resting on your back make your legs feel like jelly. “My hero.”

“I do what I can for my people! You wanna sit?” He gestures vaguely to the stairs leading to the yard and you nod. Before you can sit, you try, and fail, to pull your costume over your head. It isn’t exactly the most forgiving fabric for anything but standing, and you huff when you can’t bend your arm enough to pull it up and over your head.

“I hate this.” You grumble, dropping your new cup onto the railing right next to your old one. “What the fuck?” You try again and when it doesn’t budge, the annoyance only seems to mount. “This costume is cursed, I swear.”

You bring your hand up to angrily pull at the offending fabric, but Bokuto stops you from tugging again by placing his hand over yours. “Want some help?”

“Please.”

Bokuto needs all of about five seconds to get it over your head, and in that time, the costume drags the fabric of your undershirt up, exposing a sliver of your stomach. His eyes widen and he feels like those memes about Victorian men getting a glimpse at a woman’s ankle.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when you breathe a sigh of relief, plopping the costume onto the ground behind you. “Thank you. God, that was so much easier to get on.”

You collapse onto the deck stairs and pull your cup back into your grasp. Bokuto follows your lead, and when he puts his free hand behind him to rest against the wood, it ends up on top of your own. You don’t move a muscle and neither does he. The moon hangs bright and brilliantly yellow in the sky, painting Bokuto’s face in shadows that bring out his eyes and accent the high points of his face. For the umpteenth time, you think about how pretty he is and the chaos it’s causing in your heart.

You’re broken from your revelry when his eyes meet yours and, unable to hold his curious gaze, the tree in the distance suddenly becomes far more interesting than his side profile. When you’re not looking, Bokuto’s expression is struck by unabashed lovesickness. God, if Kuroo could see him now he knows he’d never hear the end of it.

In the comfortable silence that follows, and free from the confines of your condiment prison, your unasked question from earlier sits on the tip of your tongue. Do you wanna get coffee with me? The question plays over and over again as you rehearse the words and imagine them leaving your mouth. It can’t be that hard, right? People in cheesy rom-coms make this part seem so easy.

As if sensing your hesitation, you feel Bokuto’s hand curl a little tighter over yours. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You’re convincing yourself more than you are him, and it shows. His brows furrow and he seems to lean a little closer to you, awaiting an explanation. “I was just...” You sigh, collecting your nerves. “I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee with me this week? I could help you with the homework, too, if you want?”

Bokuto’s head tilts to one side, and before he can think to stop himself, he asks, “Like a date?”

He watches as your eyes widen. “I mean- I-...” You flounder, your face hot under his gaze. “If you want!”

The grin that overtakes Bokuto’s face is downright blinding, and you’re certain it’s the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. And, for the first time, you catch a glimpse of his dimples. It should be illegal for one man to be this handsome.

“I’d like that. I don’t have practice on Tuesday. Wanna go at 11? I can pick you up from your dorm and we could go to that place down the street. Get off campus for a while before hitting the books?”

Your nod only spurs his smile to widen, his dimples to deepen. You have to fight the urge to reach out and pinch his cheek. “Sounds good to me.”

“Now,” Bokuto says suddenly, plucking your hat off the ground and fixing it over his pigtails as he moves to stand, “I’m freezing my ass off out here. Get that costume on and let’s go dance!”

With his free hand, he pulls you up. His hand only leaves yours for the second it takes you to pull your costume back on before his fingers are intertwining with yours again. And as the colorful lights of the living room bounce off his face, his laugh ringing out over the music as he pulls you close on the makeshift dance floor, you can’t wait for Tuesday.

#bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #koutarou bokuto x reader #bokuto imagine #bokuto koutarou imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #hq x reader #hq imagine #if this flops im gonna scream

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vainilla-milk · 1 year

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making them dancing axé feat. kuroo, bokuto, daichi, atsumu

tags: latina fem! reader, headcanons, sfw

note: this is just a repost after tumblr delete the original u_u

kuroo

Dancing is not really his thing and presenting him with a rhythm so different from what he is used to only makes his life more difficult.

He tries anyway because you are so happy dancing that you end up infecting his mood.

It doesn't really go well for him but it's impossible not to feel that serotonin pump when the song ends. It was as much fun as a volleyball game.

His heart swells even more with happiness as he watches you dance carefree about life.

"Please give me a break" he says to you exhausted after trying to keep up with you for about five songs.

bokuto

He loved the axé so much when you introduced him to it that it became his morning warm-up routine before going to training.

He learns pretty quickly and you end up being the one who can't keep up with him, so sometimes you come back to lead the choreography anyway.

Sometimes he gets you up so early to join him to warm up with axé that you tend to think "at what point did I think this was a good idea?", still once you're fully awake you enjoy it and are grateful to have a boyfriend to share your hobby with.

"Please put Tchakabum on again!" he begs you when they stop to rest.

daichi

He really wasn't used to this and was embarrassed to have such clumsy feet to coordinate with the music.

You patiently taught him your favorite choreographies, although sometimes your boyfriend would get very self-conscious about some moves.

He picks up the rhythm little by little, but if he has to be honest, he enjoys watching you dance much more.

As time goes by he manages to overcome the modesty and it becomes his favorite pastime to do at home with you. He learned from you that once in a while dancing carefree really helps him get through a heavy day.

atsumu

At first he was not convinced by the idea of dancing axé and told you that he would think about it before giving you an answer.

The truth is that he did some research on what you were talking about and discovered that it is a very popular genre of music and dance in Latin America.

Of course he agreed if it meant that it elevated his status over other guys in your eyes.

You taught him very excitedly and he took mental notes of every move you made. It was a little slow to acclimate to the rhythm, but he was finally able to get it.

There were some choreographies that were difficult for him purely because he was embarrassed.

He promised you that he would learn everything backwards and forwards, but you had to calm him down and tell him to just do it because he felt like it.

After dancing you made up for it with a couple of kisses, which became his favorite part of your routine.

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