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chosovixen · 1 year
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NSFW!!
bokuto often fucks you in missionary cause he loves feeling you claw at his back while he’s deep inside you. the feeling of pain mixed with a bit of pleasure always thrills him. 
you’ve got your legs wrapped around him tightly, your hands pinned above your head while he placed wet, sloppy kisses on your lips. he steadily rocks his hips into yours and he can feel that you’re close. he doesn’t need to stimulate you any more than he was with the way his happy trail softly brushed your clit each time his hips meet yours. 
you being to moan uncontrollably, whimpering his name as you squirm under him. he wants to cum with you, so he lets go of your wrist, and your arms quickly wrap around his neck. you both are now a moaning mess as his hips snap into yours. he’s hitting the spot so good you can’t help but dig your nails into his back, clawing at the supple skin when you finally gush around his length. 
bokuto hisses at the feeling, head now buried in the croak of your neck as he fuck you both through your orgasms. 
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quirrrky · 6 months
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. : ・゚✦ ONLY LOVE CAN HURT LIKE THIS
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KUROO, BOKUTO, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI; when you thought your love for them was unrequited, but is it really?
≡ NOTES ⋮ Oikawa's hits different on this one 🥺
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KUROO
"Looks good," Kuroo commented over your shoulder—his cheek just a mere few inches from yours. "Nice work as usual, Y/N."
You refused to look at him directly. At least, not this close. Everything about Kuroo was just admirable. He excelled at work, got along with everyone and bore looks that always fit his business attire. Aside from that, you never knew anyone who understood you in the way he did. But you're just colleagues. You knew it was only that for him.
"Are you free tonight?" He pulled back and asked. Finally, you could gaze back at him.
"I have nothing else to do and it's weekend tomorrow. I can spare some time. Is there something I need to revise?"
He placed his hands on his hips. "This is why you're single, Y/N," he sighed. "Go on a date! I know someone. I think you'll like him alot. I could set you two up later."
You forced a smile. Kuroo had been consistent in setting you up with some other guys. It hurt everytime, because you're not interested in them, you wanted him instead. You liked Kuroo a little more than you should and it's hopeless. You were hopeless.
"Fine," you surrendered. Just to put an end to this. You couldn't be hurting everytime he'd ask you to meet someone else for a date.
Evening came and you walked to the meeting place, still trying to accept the reality that Kuroo never liked you in the same way. After all, he asked you to date some other guy and it was totally cool for him to let you be with someone else.
"Y/N!" Kuroo called as he approached you.
"Oh, Kuroo..." You greeted a little melancholic then you looked behind him and around you, "Your friend? Is he....already here?"
"Friend?" He narrowed his eyes. "What friend?"
You tilted your head in puzzlement. "You told me that you'd set me up on a date with someone."
"Yes, I did. But Y/N..." He said, leaning forward and casting a mischievous smirk. "... that someone is me."
You were baffled still couldn't believe that he liked you back.
Kuroo could see the disbelief and joy in your eyes. God, he'd been wanting for things to come to this for so long. Finally, your eyes locked and he inched closer. His lips captured yours in an all-consuming kiss that got you gasping when he pulled your body against his. You felt weak in the knees that you didn't want it to end.
Slowly, he pulled away still pinning your gaze while you were left wanting for more.
"I told you," he whispered to you, closely. "You'll like him alot." He playfully grinned.
And though you wanted to give him a lighthearted slap you couldn't deny that yes, you like him a lot.
BOKUTO
Confident that his team would win, you immediately ran towards Bokuto. A grin widely spread on your face as you went towards the hallway on your way to meet him before he head over to the lockers. Turning to the corner, however you saw him kissing a girl. She was tiptoed with eyes closed as she had his face cradled in her hands.  
It crushed you.
Tears instantly pooled at the corners of your eyes and your instinct pushed you to turn back and run away. You were so much in a haste that you bumped into Akaashi without even noticing. 
All this time you held affection for your best friend. You never knew that a day would come when you’d feel so much more for him. You tried to fight back the feeling but it turned out unsuccessful like always. Maybe a sliver hope remained in you because you never saw him with someones else until now. 
Maybe this was the sign to let go.
You sat at the bench of a bus stop and hugged your bag firmly as tears began to trickle down your cheeks involuntarily. It’s so stupid! Why’re you crying? 
“Y/N!” You heard Bokuto’s voice called out to you. His tone, laced with urgency and worry. He sat beside you you and draped an arm across your shoulders. “What’s it? What’s wrong? Akaashi told me you don’t look alright. Hey, Y/N…Are you…are you crying?” You could definitely hear his sad face from his voice.
You just shook your head refusing to look his face. You knew. You knew you couldn’t afford to face him like this. 
“Hey, Y/N…answer me.” He begged as he leaned his head against yours like a puppy. “Why’re you crying? What’s wrong? Did I do somethin’? Please tell me. Are you mad at me?” 
Still, you’re resisting until he cupped your face and made you look at him. “Hey, hey... you know I love you, right?”
Hearing those words yet you knew it meant different for you teared up caved in and said, “We can’t be friends anymore.”
“But why?” He asked with a pout. 
You gripped your bag, mustering all the courage you could. “Because…Because I can’t take seeing you with some other girl.”
“What do you mean?” Bokuto paused for a brief moment, tilting his head while trying to figure things out.
“I saw you….kissing-“
”Oh that! I don’t even know her name. She just suddenly went in for it.” He explained and rubbed the back of his head. “Geez…Y/N if I’d kiss someone, it would rather be you.”
Your eyes widened in shock. “H-Huh?”
”Well, yeah…I’ve always been wantin' to kiss you.” Bokuto leaned his face close to yours. “Do you…”
“Do I...?”
“Do you wanna kiss me too?” He asked and you blushed. One moment you were crying and now your heart was pounding loud.
“I…” You trailed off as got lost in his pleading gaze. Your eyes lulled close and soon you felt his lips soft against yours. It was sweet, slow and magical that when he pulled away you breathlessly muttered, “I love you.”
Bokuto beamed with eyes like he was about to cry out of joy, “I can’t believe it. You finally say it back.”
OIKAWA
It was dumb for a wallflower like you to even believe that Oikawa Tooru, everyone’s dream in your campus, would fall in love with you. It started when he would casually talk to you along the hallway.
Eventually, you became classmates and he would sneak from his volleyball practices just to bother you as you studied alone in an empty room after class. Then, he would join you during lunch from time to time and would give you a packet of his favorite milk bun sometimes.
You felt special. He’s the only person who made you feel seen. He made you feel like you existed. While others chose to pass you by, he would stop in his tracks to greet you. You could still recall the melodious way he’d call your name. Y/N-chan! You anticipated his casual visits to you everytime. It was like the best part of your day.
There’s always a little smile reserved just for him. That kind of smile he said he loved seeing. You loved Oikawa Tooru, but to think a mere peasant like you would be noticed by a prince, it was all a mistake.
There were rumors about him pursuing some other girl. You thought it was just a rumor until they ended up together. You’re such a fool for believing in fairytales. Gradually, you drew a distance between you. You’re no longer receptive of charms or, at least, you showed you weren’t. Next thing you knew he flew to Buenos Aires and he was all a fairytale.
Years passed and you didn’t know how you end up visiting your campus again. Memories of him flashed back and a bitter smile appeared on your face. You still thanked him for everything, because even just for a year, you felt important. He showed you how valuable you were and how much you needed validation, consequently realizing that the appreciation that would make you whole was not from him, but from yourself.
You would never forget him, though, for showing you what a fairytale looked like even just for a moment in time. 
“Y/N-chan!” A familiar voice called out and you found him...Oikawa....He’d grown a lot now. Wrinkles on the side of his eyes and shoulders broader than the last time you recalled. “Have you...forgotten about me?” He asked, sounding sad.
“How can I?” You replied.
“Yeah, I guess. I was pretty memorable back then, huh?” He rubbed the back of his head. “I...I haven’t forgotten you though.”
You gulped. Why do you still feel happy? “Really?” You asked. “You have a lot swarming around you. I’m pretty sure I’m forgettable.”
How could he forget you? How could he forget the one who looked past his recognition and physical appearance? You listened to him tirelessly about volleyball without complaining. You were invested in him when he showed his vulnerabilities. You didn’t run away in times you couldn’t understand him anymore.
You were perfect. In fact, too perfect for him. He knew back then that all he had in his immature brain was to reach for his dreams. He didn’t want to hurt you like how he did others because he’s not free to invest time. Next thing he knew you slowly slipped away from him and you were just his fairytale.
“How could I forget you?” He smiled, bitterly. “My Y/N-chan with the beautiful smile.”  
You both chuckled. The ache of the past memories was being purged out. Somehow, it’s such a relief. 
He extended his hand and you meekly took it. 
“Tooru, please call me Tooru now.” And maybe this time things would work out the way it should’ve been.
IWAIZUMI
You basically grew up together. He was your brother’s best friend and he’d always hang out with him and had sleepovers in your home. They would usually join you as they played. Sometimes, they played as your princes, winning over who could save you from the daunting aliens.
But Hajime was always your prince.
Even when you were little, you dreamt of marrying him. It was all just a childish dream back then, but as you grew older, it was nothing sort of childish anymore. You could never imagine anyone else to be with for life other than him.
However, when your Tooru-nii began living in Argentina, Hajime went back to replace his role over you. To be your brother. 
“I don’t like that guy for you, Y/N.” He said, after informing him of the blind date you'd be attending after work.  
“Why do you care so much?” Why was he acting this way? Why do you always take care of me? He didn’t have to do that. Stop making me fall in love with you!  
“Because your brother is away and no one here’s gonna look after you!” 
“You’re not my brother! So stop acting like one!” You answered back, not looking back as you walked out the door.  
The night fell and your date was still not showing up. Maybe the guy saw you but was not interested. Maybe Hajime was right. You hated it when he’s right, because you knew he was. You knew that there couldn’t be anyone more right for you than him, but it was all so wrong because you’re just a little sister for him. 
You felt a hand on your shoulder and immediately looked. Your hope subsided. 
“You dropped your handkerchief,” the stranger said. 
You knelt and picked the item up. As you stood back up again, you were surprised to see Hajime in front of you. 
You felt relief and an undeniable sting inside. You could never get over him. You knew that for sure. 
“Let’s go home,” he said, and you earnestly refused no longer capable to bear any hope for him. 
“I’ll pass for now. I’ll walk home” 
“Y/N, it’s late now-” 
“I know. I know,” you dismissively and mockingly said. “It’s not safe and my brother isn’t around so no one’s here to protect me, but you because I’m like a little sister to you right? A little si-” 
Your eyes widened as he stopped you from babbling with his lips on yours. Both od his hands cupped your cheeks as he kissed you passionately like it’s something he’d been wanting to do for so long. He parted with the both of you catching your breaths. 
“You’re right I’m not your brother, and I never wanted to be.”  
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soumies · 1 year
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. . . THE WAVES CRASH ONTO YOU AND ME
༊*·˚ k. bokuto x f!reader (2.6k)
NSFT, dilf!bokuto, reader and bokuto have a child, mentions of pregnancy, semi-public beach sex (no one is around), cowgirl, breeding, reader is referred to as wife and mother, reader wears a bikini and a sundress, use of babe, baby, and love
written for @134340am's sundress szn collab
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Ocean waves rhythmically crashing against the shore match the rise and fall of your chest, and the summer sun blazing above, with its warm fingertips brushing along your skin, has your body sinking further into serenity. 
Bokuto stands before you— sand and sunscreen sticks to tan skin, and the spattering of freckles across his broad shoulders seem to glow underneath the sun’s rays. His salt and pepper hair, along with his black swim trunks that are just a smidge too short, remain soaked after a quick dip in the sea. The sunglasses perched atop your nose allow you to take in the gorgeous, gorgeous view of the man you married— well, they would if he weren’t relentlessly pacing, thumb hovering over the call button on his phone.
“Koutarou, he is fine,” you groan, rolling your eyes for the eighth time as you hold your palm out. Reluctantly, he sets the phone down in your hand, and you quickly shove it into your bag before he tries reaching for it again.
His cheeks puff out like they always do when he wants to disagree with you, “You don’t know that,” he mutters. “Anything could happen! Let me call my mom for an update, I swear I’ll be quick!” Bokuto insists, moving to open your bag for his phone.
You’re quick to snatch it away, “You said that ten minutes ago. I told you— your mom told you— that your son is fine! Relax, babe,” you sigh, tugging on the hem of his shorts to bring him closer to you. “Sit with me?” you ask peeking over your frames, hoping your thumb rubbing circles into his thigh is enough to coax him to rest.
After a week from hell, Bokuto’s mother had suggested you take the weekend to yourselves. Finding a daycare center, adjusting to Bokuto’s new practice schedule, getting Hiro to stop leaving his boogers on the TV remote, dealing with the mechanic for all the lights flashing on your dashboard… you weren’t aware a migraine could stick around for so long, and your legs almost gave out at the mere suggestion of a vacation.
“Go to the mountains, the beach, a love hotel for all I care! Let grandma spend some time with her baby, yeah?” she presses, turning to Hiro munching on blueberries in his high chair. Her voice pitches higher, softer when she sets her gaze on her grandson’s chubby cheeks, “Who’s the cutest Bokuto in the world, huh? Who could it be?”
Hiro squeals in response, giggling when he pops a berry into her open palm. 
“It’s alright, mom, you don’t have to d—” Bokuto pipes up from the sofa, quickly cutting himself off when he sees the hopeful sparkle in your eye. He smiles softly at you, honeyed eyes genuine and understanding. He takes his mom up on her offer to babysit, already asking around for good places to stay for a weekend.
You both thought the beach would be good for you, and the private beach house Sakusa recommended was just perfect. The shore is clean and quiet, hardly any sound carries that far over the sand anyway, and the closest set of people were far off by the pier. Your book lays dog-eared across your lap, weighing down the fabric of your sundress to keep it from fluttering in the wind.
Bokuto plops down beside you with a huff, and his puppy dog eyes are simply not going to work on you! You love your son, but you're not giving up the oceanside when you know he’s being well taken care of... he’s probably being spoiled rotten if Bokuto's mother has any say in the matter. The grandma life suits her well, you think, and you remind yourself to thank her (again) for offering her time.
“But what if something happens? It’ll take us at least two hours just to get there… so much can happen in two hours. And my mom might not even call right away, too busy with an ambulance and talking to doctors and—”
“Koutarou,” you say exasperated, shoving your sunglasses off your face to sit atop your head. “Nothing is going to happen, baby,” you soothe, “Hiro is perfectly healthy and is under a very watchful eye right now. Your mom raised you didn’t she? Have a little more faith in the woman.” A laugh bubbles up from your chest, attempting to ease his worries with a smile you know he can’t resist (and maybe a kiss or two). “What are you going to do when he starts going to daycare? He won’t be with us twenty four-seven anymore,” you point out, popping another sweet kiss onto his sunburnt nose.
“I guess,” he sighs, holding a hand up to cover his brow as he looks out at the ocean, blinding sunlight shimmering atop the waves. “I just worry about him. Maybe we can go home tonight instead of tomorrow?” he asks, hopeful you’ll agree with him.
He doesn’t think much of it when you wordlessly make your way into his lap, large palms hold your waist for stability, and his fingertips lovingly squeezing at your sides as you settle over him. He leans into the way you run your fingers through his hair, your touch trailing down to his jaw and neck, holding his chin up and pressing a dizzying kiss to his lips. He tastes of the strawberries and seltzer sitting in the cooler to your right, a tart buzz left on your lips as you pull away. 
He brings you back in for more, his request now forgotten. Bokuto quietly groans into your mouth as his fingers tangle in the hair at the base of your neck. You press in close, hands roaming and indulging in a generous squeeze of the soft planes of his chest. 
“Sure, we can go home early, Kou,” you offer, and your plush thighs spread over his as your cunt accidentally grinds over his rapidly stiffening cock. You slip the straps of your dress down your shoulders, letting your tits spill out from the confines of your bikini top after pulling on its tie at the back of your neck. “But you can’t do this at home right now, can you?” you whisper, teasing and seductive, and you bite back a smile at his fixed gaze, eyes twinkling with anticipation.
His lips part on a breath, and he ignores your comments to dive straight for your chest, pressing kiss after kiss to the supple skin. His hands slide down from your neck to squeeze at your tits, his left hand plays with a nipple and the other offers support as he sucks marks onto your skin. Bokuto soaks in the heat from the sun and from your core on his lap, canting his hips up to gain some relief from the throbbing in his shorts.
His wet swim trunks are soaking the backside of your dress, but you pay it no mind, helpless to the heat bubbling in your stomach. Mindlessly, you drag your cunt over his bulge as his lips travel up your neck, leaving a trail of lovebites behind. His fingertips squeeze their way up your thighs, tugging at the waistband of your bathing suit until he’s pulling it all the way down. Two calloused fingers rub obscenely over your slit, teasing at your clit until you start squirming on top of him. “You’re way too good at distracting me, baby. How am I supposed to ignore this?” he asks, finally slipping inside. Your husband parts his lips when you do, gasping at the curl of his fingers. 
Bokuto is well-versed in very few things, but your body is one of them. He expertly pushes the pads of his fingers against your softest spot, priding himself at the way your body jolts in his lap. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Some time away together, yeah?” he asks, glittering eyes catching yours as he takes a nipple into his mouth once more, fingers slipping out to rub practiced circles over your clit. 
“That’s it, love,” he breathes, spit dribbling down his chin as your breath quickens and your hips chase after more. You cum with his name on your tongue, and his fingers don’t slow. He doesn’t stop until your nails start digging into his shoulders, the sting sending a familiar shock down his spine, and his dick jumps with anticipation.
A shakey “please, baby” has you scrambling to untie his drawstring, and Bokuto’s thighs twitch with every bump of your hand against his length. His breath shakes as you finally start pumping his cock, your thumb swiping over his aching tip as you let your spit fall from your mouth onto his shaft. 
The flush to his cheeks has nothing to do with the blinding sun, and the thought of him getting all worked up because of you brings a smile to your face. Lax and loving, your nails drag across his chest. “If you promise me something, I’ll let you fuck me, Kou,” you drawl, the sweet lilt in your voice a melody impossible to resist, his lidded eyes stuck on your smile as he nods.
Sitting back on his thighs, you offer an ultimatum, “We stay for the weekend like we planned. No more calling your mother.”
“Please don’t mention my mom with my dick in your hand,” he grimaces, whining dramatically at the way you threateningly squeeze his shaft just underneath the head.
“You’re not listening to me, Bo,” you frown. “No going home early. No phone calls. Got it?”
“Deal.”
“Promise.” You squint skeptically, “I don’t believe you.” 
“Yes–! Yes, please baby, I promise,” Bokuto squirms under your gaze, attempting to buck his hips into your hand. “No going home early. No phone calls,” he repeats with a determined sparkle in his eyes. 
“Good,” you smile, relaxing the hand wrapped around his length. “Now that I think of it,” you say as you begin gently stroking him again, “I think little Hiro’s getting a bit lonely.” Bokuto’s eyes widen when they meet yours, pulse racing at the knowing smile you send his way. “Why don’t we give him a baby brother, huh, Kou?” you lift your hips, guiding your entrance over your husband.
He responds with a pleasured hiss as his leaking tip meets your skin, smearing precum over your folds. Bokuto’s thick cock never fails to make you wince as it breaches your walls, sinking deep, deep, deeper, until you’re fully seated on his thighs once more. Bokuto breathes in the moment. His fingertips brush along your thighs, stopping to lovingly rub his thumbs over your hips. The cotton fabric of your dress hides the way his fingers dig into you, a testament to how much your body, your love affects him. For as long as you’ve been together, he never gets used to how good it feels to be buried in your pussy— his wife’s pussy.
Though he wants to barrel through like he does everything in life, he chooses to take his time with you. He waits patiently for your breath to even out, for your shoulders to relax, for the kisses going up his neck to soften. He waits patiently to give you everything he has because you deserve it. Hel waits patiently for your command, for your fingers to tangle in his hair, tugging until he looks you in the eye, for you to smile and whisper the words he’s been dying to hear already:
“Fuck me, Koutarou.”
He whispers a poorly concealed “Fuck yeah” before he groans something animalistic, slowly rolling his hips, and you gasp at the feeling of his dick further swelling inside you. 
The tip of his cock presses in deep, and the sweet sting of his girth stretching you wide has you craving more. Planting his feet and gripping your waist, he takes your command to heart. This dance is nothing new, but Bokuto can’t help but let your surprised gasps go straight to his head, inflating his ego beyond belief. He’s the one pulling desperate moans from your lips, making your thighs shake, tasting your love in your kisses.
Your whimpers are lost among the crashing waves, and the nails Bokuto can feel digging into his shoulders are only a sign to keep drilling into you. Still sensitive from his calloused fingers, you can tell you’re slipping, desperately trying to hold out on the cliffside as long as possible. You attempt to lift your hips yourself, craving that push-and-pull, but the iron grip on your waist doesn’t let you get very far. The seabreeze sends a chill down your spine at the same time he noses up the column of your neck. His teeth nip at the skin underneath your ear as he grunts low, “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me do my job, yeah?”
Before you can respond, he pulls your hips down against his, holding you there as he ruts hard, chasing your approval with his throbbing cock slipping between your folds. His fingertips dig into the plush of your thighs, shoving the fabric draped over them out of the way to get a good view of the sticky mess between your thighs, watching the way his cock splits you open. The creamy ring at the base gets him light-headed, pushing him over the edge far, far too soon, but he’s too blissed out to care. As you squeeze desperately around his length, he pumps his cum into you, not letting a drop go to waste. He revels in the overstimulation, smiling at the burning in the pit of his stomach that says “too much, too much,” and he ignores it in favor of catching you when you fall.
He lets you swivel your hips, watches your tits bounce in front of his face as you moan his name, using him for your pleasure. He’s never seen anything more beautiful.
Bokuto swears he could taste the pleas dripping from your mouth, that saccharine smile you once bore now held open on a botched inhale, breath caught in a moment of pure ecstasy. Your lips meet his in yet another strawberry flavored kiss, soft fingers tangling into the hair at his nape. You sigh against him, something dreamy and satisfied before leaning back onto his thighs. Your hands gently grip his cheeks, and you send him your very own Bokuto beam, bringing his head forward to plant a kiss between his brows.
When Bokuto opens his eyes, all he can see is you. The sun is bright as it shines above you, its rays haloing over your head— his gorgeous wife, the mother of his child. Bokuto promises then and there that he’ll make you a mother of two.
As your wedding ring glimmers in the sun, the sight of it following angry, red lines down Bokuto's abdomen as you eventually slump against him, his tummy touching yours with barely faded stretch marks, he’s reminded of just how much he loves you. He breathes in the salty air, looking up at the sky for a moment. Golden eyes track the clouds carried by the wind, nonsensical shapes blending and transforming, becoming something new he couldn’t imagine before. He wonders what it feels like to be up there, to be weightless among the clouds, to float by and have the wind caress his flushed cheeks. And when he looks down at you, smothering his chest with lazy kisses as you come down from your high, he finds that he doesn’t have to wonder.
He drops a kiss to the crown of your head, fingers gently smoothing your dress over your thighs to cover you from the seabreeze scattering goosebumps across your skin.
You hum in contentment, sinking further into his warmth as you murmur against his chest, “You carry the baby this time.”
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heartsoji · 1 year
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WHO WOULD CONFESS FIRST
pairings: bokuto x reader, kenma x reader, akaashi x reader, atsumu x reader, osamu x reader, iwaizumi x reader, suga x reader (separate)
overview: would you or the hq boy confess first?
warnings: a lot of abbreviations used, aged up in iwa's, mentions of drinking in iwa's, mild swearing
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BOKUTO KOUTARO
bokuto!
pls there's no way he wouldnt
he'd literally probs cry and force u to take it back if u did
i think his confession would be very cute and heartwarming
he'd probs come with some classic red roses, a cute teddy bear, and just tell u straight up that he likes you
"hey, y/n. yk, i feel like we've known each other for a while now, and i think ur a rlly amazing person, yk? i just wanted to tell you that i like you now, and its totally up to you if you do too and wanna take this somewhere." or smth. it would have the same mood and tone as when he was talking with akaashi outside after his first nationals match about how he was reflecting on his last 3 years of hs vb if u remember that scene
he'd probs be a bit nervous and a little sheepish bc he's honestly rlly scared to lose you
it wouldn't be in public, but it wouldn't be in total private either. probably somewhere like a park or smth while ugs r out and about
he'd be the happiest guy in the world if u said yes (why wouldn't u)
he'd drop the roses and teddy and pull you into a rib-crushing bear hug and spin you around laughing
pls hes such a sweetie
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KOZUME KENMA
either
mmm i could rlly see it going either way
bc on one hand, i don't rlly see kenma as the type to want to confess bc he'd probs feel uncomfy with it
but on the other hand, he's bsfs with kuroo soo
if you confessed he'd probably shyly accept it and try to bite back the stupidly wide grin trying to form on his face and he'd be very cute and flustered
now if he confessed
lets see
if kuroo let him do it his own way but still made him do it, kenma would def choose somewhere private
the most likely scenario is that he'd probs give u a short and sweet confession whilst ugs r playing a video game or watching smth
he probs wouldn't bring a gift, but there's a chance he'd bring chocolate!
it would be very subtle, sweet, and kenma-like
now
if kuroo played a good hand in this
it would probs get screwed up
bc kenma would think kuroos idea was stupid but kuroo went on with his own idea
what i think would probs happen is kuroo would like put letters and flowers in ur locker and pretend to be kenma or smth and then be like "come to the rooftop -ur secret admirer" but then he forgets to tell kenma to go to the rooftop and everything is screwed up
ORR he makes u and kenma go to like an amusement park or smth but then kenma hates it so ugs leave and he confesses to u on the walk home or smth
his confession wouldn't be very long. "i like you." "huh?" (no reply) "kenma, do you mean that?" "yeah."
LOLL
kuroo is a 0/10 wingman
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AKAASHI KEIJI
akaashi!
he's a very traditional gentleman
he'd bring some sort of symbolic flower with nice meanings like pink camellias, red chrysanthemums, dahlias, gardenias, etc paired with white baby's breaths
i could also just see him going with roses bc they're classic
he'd take you somewhere nice
a nice restaurant or a hilltop picnic, maybe
it would honestly probs be on valentines day or some other date that he liked the sound of (like 1/11 or smth. he wanted it to be a pretty-sounding date)
he'd plan everything out very carefully and it would be so romantic
"y/n... ur the most beautiful girl i've ever met. you're sweet, kind, thoughtful, and you make me so happy. when i'm with you, i forget about all my worries and im able to just be myself, and for that, i truly thank you. y/n, you make me a better person. will you be my valentine?"
when you accepted, he'd let out a sigh of relief and gently hold your hand and whisper a soft "thank you" that gives u so many butterflies
very romantic and very well thought-out
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MIYA ATSUMU
you!
this might be a tad bit controversial
idk i just feel like he's never confessed before and doesn't even know how
he'd be scared to lose u and scared that he'll be rejected and his pride will be wounded
the most likely scenario i can think of is this:
on valentines day, you, his bsf, put a love letter along with some candy on his desk
ofc he doesn't see it or read it bc he gets so many that he doesn't rlly read them if he doesn't recognize the name, and u didn't put ur name on the envelope
later that day, ugs r walking together and just chatting when the topic of love letters and valentines stuff comes up
and at some point, u casually mention that u gave someone a love letter to someone
bro literally chokes on his drink and his heart drops to someone
"WHO"
"hmm.. idk if i should tell u"
"TELL MEEEE IM UR BSFFF"
"idk.. should i rlly?"
"Y/NNNN"
"fine, u big baby. i'll give u a hint. they're on the volleyball team."
"HUH? WHO IS IT? IS IT KITA? ARAN? wait don't tell me its suna? OHMIGOSH IS IT SAMU? NO PLS DONT TELL ME ITS SAMU"
"its not."
"oh thank god. who is it?"
"you."
"HUH"
yeah
he tries to play it cool but hes literally so flustered and its so obvious
when he accepts he tries to keep up the cool act but at some he just abandons it and swoops u up into a rlly giddy happy hug
hes a big dorky baby rlly, but hes ur big dorky baby ig
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MIYA OSAMU
osamu!
he'd confess with food bc duh
food is the way to the heart
im still deciding on whether he'd make chocolates or just like onigiris or smth but im kinda leaning towards onigiris bc it just seems more him
he'd make some rlly good chocolate tho
either way, it'd be pretty chill
"here." *hands onigiri to u*
"huh? what's this for?" *takes a bite* "thanks tho."
"y/n, i like you."
*almost chokes* "huh?"
"r u serious?"
"dead serious."
"like r u actually being fr?"
"so fr."
"r u sure ur not playing w/ me?"
"u never shut up, do ya?"
and then he kisses u on the lips to shut up, catching u off guard
"i'm a pretty damn good cook. that's fuckin amazing"
"TF"
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IWAIZUMI HAJIME
you!
tbh at first i thought iwa but after giving it a little more thought, i don't think he would ( i can imagine a few scenarios in which he would, but i feel its a bit unlikely! )
he rlly treasures ur friendship, and losing it would be his literal worst nightmare
bro had no intention of ever revealing it tbh
if you confessed, he'd probs honestly just play it rlly cool bc hes genuinely so effortlessly like dominant its so ADJHHDAAH
HOWEVER i love the idea of iwa confessing ( i don't think he would but uh i want him to) so i thought up a lot of scenarios i could see happening, but the one i'm the most satisfied with is this:
him picking up his phone at 4am in the morning to here your drunk ass mumbling abt some shit he can't remember but his car is under repairs so he runs to pick you up
he arrives quickly and when you see him, you run and jump into his arms, giddily drunk
he carries you back on his back, and at some point, you drunkily mumble how you like him (ig even in this u ended up confessing first lol)
he mumbles how he does too, but decides to wait until you're sober to address it
when you're sober the next day, he confronts you
"hey, so uh, y/n?"
"yeah?"
"yesterday... when u were drunk, u... said some stuff."
"oh gosh. what embarrassing shit did i say this time?"
"you said that you liked me."
"oh."
then there's the awkward process of "did u mean it?" "yeah." "oh ok. i like u too"
then yay! couple!
sweet
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SUGAWARA KOSHI
suga!
it'd be a very classic high school confession
he'd ask u to meet somewhere private, special, or sentimental/significant to ugs
rosy-eared, he'd ask u to be his gf nervously
super super happy when u say yes
this one's short bc i've alr talked abt it in a diff post. it's the falling in love w/ sugawara koshi one :) go check it out!
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mangogobibiboo · 5 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.
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“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.
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sugawarassoulmate · 7 months
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a late-night drive with bokuto after a party. he finally met all your friends after a few months of dating and it went perfectly. of course it did, there isn't a person alive who can't fall in love with bokuto right after meeting him. you felt a little foolish for worrying so much.
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it's a comfortable silence - something that doesn't happen often between you too since bokuto loves to talk about anything and everything.
but this time, you two were taking in the wonderful night you had and were listening to the music playing softly on the radio.
"you know..." bokuto says, speaking up for the first time. "your ex has got to be the dumbest person ever."
your head snaps over at bokuto, whose golden eyes are fixed on the road disappearing underneath the car. in all the time the two of you have been together, bokuto's never once mentioned your ex—the one who broke your heart and made you unable to open up to anyone until bokuto came along to put the pieces back together.
"what makes you say that?" you ask, feeling weird for even dancing around the topic of your ex.
bokuto reaches over and grabs your hand, his free hand still on the steering wheel. "just like...how could he give all of this up? i get to have you and your friends are all so wonderful..."
he shrugs his shoulders, a big smile on his face. "i just can't imagine anyone being dumb enough to let all of this go."
it might just be one of the sweetest things he's ever said to you and bokuto just brushes it off like it was some thought nagging at the back of his head.
tears well up in your eyes and as the silence comes back into the car, you're eternally grateful you have this man sitting beside you.
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errihaienx · 10 months
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⟡ K. Bokuto ‧₊˚ ┊hates being called 'crazy' but is 'crazy in love'
contains : fluff , possibly offensive terms such as "dumb, air-head" & more
did not proofread
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contrary to popular belief, Kōtarō Bokuto is not fond of being labeled as crazy or a "dumb air-head but good at volleyball" out of the blue.
he knows deep down that these descriptions do not define him; he's simply being true to himself. he thinks that the people who cheer for him during a volleyball match were the same people who call him those names. however, due to his unpredictable and ever-changing personality, he surprisingly doesn't mind when Kuroo and his teammates refer to him in that manner. yes, he's a complex and enigmatic individual.
there are times when he dislikes being called the "crazy captain owl-head."
other times, he can't stand being referred to as the "crazy emo."
it also annoys him when Konoha playfully teases him with "CRAZY OWL CRAZY OWL."
overall, he detests being called 'crazy,' although he playfully expresses his irritation while internally feeling agitated.
however, when the term "crazy in love" is used to describe him, he can't bring himself to dislike it because it's true – he's completely head over heels.
"baby, don't you wanna watch me later?" he murmured, snuggling his head against your left shoulder while you worked on his duffle bag, adjusting the strap and organizing his belongings.
"no, I have things to do," you replied curtly.
his response was a pained groan as he nuzzled closer to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist, causing you to pause your task.
"baby, I'm doing something—"
"I just want you to see me play," he said, his voice filled with sadness.
you gently tousled his hair and turned his face towards you, offering him a warm smile that made him unconsciously smile in return.
he immediately covered his mouth, trying not to give in to your charms. you pouted, and he softened, his brow furrowing as he accepted his fate.
"this is unfair!" he protested, his pout nearly reaching the ground.
you pressed your index finger against his lips and planted a kiss on his forehead.
he closed his eyes, his mind clouded by your loving actions, feeling the comfort of your presence and the depth of your love. Kuroo's voice echoed in his mind, proclaiming, "the crazy owl emo's crazy in love."
and indeed, he cannot bring himself to hate being referred to as "crazy in love."
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How Haikyuu ___ Would Hold Their Partner:
Captains!
Btw reminder- these are all just headcannons!!
Daichi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Daishou, Ushijima, Oikawa, Terushima, Kita, Futakuchi x reader.
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Sawamura Daichi:
Daichi would put his hands on your hips and just hold you to his chest with minimal effort. He does it while laying down and cuddling, but he does it the most on those serene early mornings. It's his favorite time to hold you, as you cook breakfast he cages your body within his own and lays gentle kisses to your neck with a satisfied smile. He feels at peace in these domestic embraces, and he loves to feel when you relax further into his touch and his next words are always "I love you.."
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Tetsuro Kuroo:
Kuroo would hold you with one arm draped over your shoulders, holding you to his chest. He would come home and hold you this way to put his other hand in the perfect position to tilt your chin to be at his level to plant kisses to your lips and mumble to you about his day in between small "I love you baby"s and "god I missed you"s. Hes clingy, and he finds this position to be the way to hold you the closest.
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Koutaro Bokuto:
Bokuto loves to hold you in his lap, an arm around your back and your head in his chest. He loves being all cuddled up to you, showing you the memes on his phone and enjoying your laughter. This position gives him ample ability to enjoy your warmth and reach every part of your face to press kisses to it at any opportunity he wants. A small kiss to your nose is always the first thing that happens, and he will never explain why, but he just finds it so cute when you give him that little confused stare as you look at him red-faced after.
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Suguru Daishou:
Daishou's favorite way to hold you is with an arm around your back as you lean into his side. He likes to feel you just being there and being content. He might not seem like the type, but with you he loves that domestic feeling. Sitting in silence and reading/watching two separate things while enjoying the feeling of being together is his favorite way to enjoy his day. He also really likes to lean over and press a small kiss or two to your temple and feel you cuddle even further into him.
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Wakatoshi Ushijima:
Ushijima's favorite way to hold you is you laying on his chest or lap and one of his hands layed ever so lightly on your back. He likes to read to you as you two cuddle to sleep in this position. He presses a tiny kiss to your forehead before he turns to the next chapter of whatever book the two of you are on that night. If you fall asleep like this he just smiles, closing the book expertly with one hand and moves only slightly to get his head into a good position so you both could enjoy a well deserved nap.
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Toru Oikawa:
Oikawa is a guy of style, and his favorite way to hold you has it's own stylistic flare. He likes to hold you with on hand on your waist and the other between your shoulder blades with your head to his chest and the two if you lay together. Your legs tangle together and his thumb runs circles on your shoulder blades, his head sits just above your own and he breathes in the smell of your shampoo. Hes content and happy together with you in your dance of a cuddle position.
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Yuji Terushima:
Terushima loves holding you with your head in his lap and his hands messing with your hair or a hand gently brushing your cheek or your waistline. He adores watching you come undone from a stressful day as you lay in his lap and vent about whatever made your day so awful as his gentle touch lulls you to sleep. It makes him feel so powerful and important to see and hear you relax and mutter a few "I love you"s at the actions he is doing. He may seem like a shallow guy, but when he found you, the person he thinks is the one, he embraces the love of just being there in the moment with you.
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Shinsuke Kita:
Kita holds you by holding your hand and having you curled into his side or on his chest. If your curled into his side: he presses a kiss to your forehead and mutters about him loving you before going back to whatever he was doing before you sat down: only this time his non-dominate hand is intertwined into yours. If your on his chest he holds one of your hands at your chest line and the other caresses your cheek gently until the two of you decide to fall asleep.
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Kenji Futakuchi:
Futakuchi doesn't really hold you, instead you just lay on him and he rubs your back or thighs or runs a hand through your hair silently, enjoying those few peaceful moments. He is a bit of a fan of roughhousing and tickling/games, but these holding moments are usually on days where he is tuckered out and just wants to sit there with you and be there. He will also sometimes lay his head in your lap and fall asleep with your hands running through his hair.
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atsumwah · 1 year
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lucky encounters
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featuring : bokuto koutarou
includes : fluff ! this started off as a vent bcs i had no one to tell tbh so if the part w the manager seemes a bit personal, it was. anwuas stan bokuto foreva and allways <33
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working in a convenience store isn't the best job to have. your manager nags you a lot for the pettiest things ever, you always always get the day shift so opening up at the crack of dawn all alone is exhausting oh and favouritism is a thing among you and your coworkers seeing as how differently your manager treats them and you (you're pretty sure she's just jealous you naturally attract people anyway.)
but you still get paid at the end of the day and job hunting is a pain in the ass so you're stuck with this for a while.
okay, it wasn't so bad. most of the time when the manager leaves for the day, you get to relax and blast out songs in the middle of the store. you get to have small talks with the vendors that come and go everyday so that cures your boredom.
the sound of the bell ringing caught your attention and immediately went into your customer service mode, yelling out a chirpy "welcome!" with your ever so easy fake smile. you never really expect a reply so when the customer yells a very energetic "good morning!", you couldn't help but look up. 
and boy did you not regret it.
this guy, man honestly, is just— well you had eyes and there's no sugarcoating it.  he's hot. like, extremely ridiculously hot. you can't help but let your eyes trail his well built physique and to his multi coloured hair that you're sure no one can pull off except for him. white with black streaks? if it were anyone else you're pretty sure they'd look like an old man— but he looked far from it.
you had to stop checking him out when he finally made his way towards the counter.
"hi," you croaked, cursing for it slightly, "is this all?"
"yep!" he says with a cheery smile, almost too cherry for a dull sunday morning.
good god even his smile is contagious. 
you ring him up as you usually would for any customer and if your cheeks were red then you could blame the humid weather. "thanks, have a nice day."
"you too!" he says, giving you a small wave before exiting the store. 
suddenly, you don't hate morning shifts.
***
your days definitely gets better when he comes in.
you don't know his name (and you don't want to come off as a creep to find out) but he's becoming a regular at the store since last week. he has white blackish hair and always wears a fitted t-shirt that hung in all the right places and a pair of shorts. you assume he jogs in the morning judging how he always comes in a bit sweaty and always always buys at least two bottles of water. 
not that you keep track of what he buys or anything. it's just, he's nice eye candy to have around, alright?
and he's so friendly. over the time he's come in, he's always the kind of customer that initiates small talk. most of the time you hate it seeing as you like to keep to yourself but his aura is so inviting you can't help but talk to him when you get the chance too.
but it's not like you like him or anything. not like you haven't a crush on a customer that treats you like any guy who was raised right should. 
but then again was it so bad if you did? 
ugh. yes. yes it was.
this guy could have a girlfriend for all you know and you're here ogling him like a snack. (which he is— no— stop looking at him!)
"morning!" 
his voice caught your attention and you realized he had just come through the entrance, precisely at 8:30 am like usual. 
"good morning." you gave a smile, a real genuine one than your default customer service smile. 
you kept yourself busy by arranging the pens in the holder even though it'll just spiral into a circle in the end. 
you saw him grab what he needed and walk towards the counter, mimicking his movements from behind it so you'd both get there at the same time.
"ooo what's this?" he said, pointing to the display of chocolates right on the counter.
"ah, it's a buy 1 get one free deal. since, you know, it's valentine's day and all that."
"oh, that's right." you saw his eyes widen slightly. 
is this your chance to finally know if he's going to buy something for he's maybe significant other?
"there's also a lot of selections behind you, special price just for today," you continued, pointing at the rack behind him. he followed your gesture and began looking through it. 
so he did have someone. right? why else would he get chocolates if it weren't for someone he liked?
"which one would you get?" 
"well a lot of people have been buying the one with nuts or fruits so—" you started but 
"do you like it too?"
"me? not really. I'd rather get the plain ones for myself." you answered. 
"plain, huh?"
"yeah, a boring choice but i like it simple." you defended.
"nah, i don't think that's boring at all." he says, almost enthusiastically. he grabs two plain chocolate bars and sets it up on the counter.
you ring him up as usual, and as he grabs the bag you packed his stuff in— he takes out one of the chocolate bars and hands it to you.
"happy valentines day." he says with a beaming smile, before waving you goodbye and exiting the store.
what.
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you don't see him after that. 
he doesn't come in when he usually does and your morning shifts honestly got a little boring. 
it doesn't seem as lively as it was and you curse yourself that every time the front entrance rings out, you're kind of hoping it was him.
and besides you didn't get to thank him for the chocolate properly! granted you did splutter out a thank you after composing yourself from blushing too much a little, but by then he was already out the door and out of earshot.
sighing, you chose to distract yourself from feeling too bummed mr hottie didn't visit yet again today and drag the box filled with— snacks ? candies? honestly you didn't give a damn— and settled yourself in front of one of the empty shelves.
you sat cross legged on the floor and tried your best to restock the shelves before you. and maybe tried to reorganise things that didn't even need to be organised, it was a long shift, sue you for wanting something to do. your manager was at the front so you didn't have to worry about paying attention to the cashier so much.
you were in the middle of organising, moving things to your entertainment when you felt a pair of eyes looking at you from the left. you turned your head and— oh. it was him.
he was peeking, rather cutely, from the aisle and looking at you as if he wanted to say something. 
"hi," he settled for instead.
"hi there, " you say, a little dumbstruck. "um, are you looking for something?" 
"no, not really. I just, I didn't see you up there." he says in an as a matter of fact kind of tone. 
damn it, why did he have to say it like that?
"oh." because that's all that was going through your brain now. cmon, say something else! 
"chocolate! thank you…for the chocolate the other day. I didn't get to tell you that." 
" 's'not a problem!" he says in his cheery nature. "I actually never had those so really I should thank you for letting me give it a try too!"
so it wasn't for someone else then?
but then again maybe he's just being nice. yeah, nice. he's just a really nice guy.
"of course. you didn't have to. i mean i could just get those for myself anyways. "
"i know but iwanted to. i hoped you didn't mind.” he said, then raised his eyebrows at you. “i hoped no one else minded too?"
you're lucky your brain caught onto his double meaning. 
“oh no, i didn't mind it at all. I think it was sweet.”
the smile he gave you was so bright you're sure it could cure anything. 
“great! I mean, uh, that's great.”
before you could continue—  someone clearing their throat broke your little trance and you could almost see the disapproving glare your manager was throwing at you. 
"ah,i have to get back to work."
"no worries. I'll catch you later?"
"sure thing." you said automatically, feeling the excitement of seeing him again rise inside of you.
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the weather was hot when you exited the store and normally you'd retreat back inside the air conditioned space, but that didn't affect you today when you saw him again at the end of your shift. you heard him call out for you so now he was running and you slowed down for him on purpose.
"if i didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me." you teased.
he immediately panicked. "I'm not, I swear! I was picking up my mail when I saw you so I wanted to catch up with you." he said sheepishly, walking in step with you now. "I just moved to that apartment and well, you're in my morning jog route now."
ah, that explains it.
"I'm glad I caught you actually. I wanted to see you before I go." 
"oh, you're going somewhere?" 
"oh, uh, it's game season now so i have a few joint practices away from home." 
"oh, you're an athlete?" that makes a lot of sense. if he wasn't you'd just assume he was another gym guy because good god look at his body.
focus.
"yep! i play volleyball for the jackals." 
"wait, you mean MSBY Jackals? that jackals?"
"yeah, that's the one!" he says proudly.
now that you think about it, you've heard about his team once or twice on the TV playing in the background of your workplace. can't believe one of them actually lives so near you.
"i have some time left before i have to go and i was wondering if you're free after this," he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, "would you maybe want to grab a cup of coffee with me?"
he might be a big shot in the sports world but standing beside you now, he looks nothing more than a guy in high-school asking the girl he likes out. you can't help the teasing smile that makes it's way to your face. "i will if you actually tell me your name."
"I never told you?" he says, mostly to himself than to you. "my name's bokuto koutarou!
"so can i call you kotarou?"
"you can call me anytime, honestly— I mean— ANYTHING—um—i'm good with anything." 
you couldn't help but giggle. he's so cute. 
"It's a date then."
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✉️; A ROYAL FIRST. - K.BOKUTO
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💌; synopsis - the night before his wedding to another, his royal highness - king bokuto asks you, his childhood best friend, for advice on how to please someone.
↳ length: 3.2K
↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader, characters aged up to 20s, royalty!au, mentions of death, unprotected sex, clothed sex, fingering ( f!receiving ), creampies, inexperienced!bokuto, king!bokuto, knight!reader.
↳ notes: hello everyone !! this was a lovely commission from @potionpeddlerpatchy who gave me permission to post !! i love writing bokuto sm, i hope you enjoy <3 - m.list ♡
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you’ve known koutarō bokuto your entire life, your destinies intertwined by the simplicity of fate. 
your parents served under your companion’s predecessor, the king, long before your existence. your father was the closest thing a servant could be to the king’s right hand ( though just a mere royal cook ), your mother, the nanny to the two daughters and wailing son the queen had bared fruit to. as kind as she was, your mother had done her best to raise the princesses and prince when royal duties prevented their parents from adequately doing so— treating them as if they were her own.
though, not long after prince koutarō’s first tooth and birthday, it was announced to the princesses that their favourite nanny would be expecting, a little girl with galaxy eyes and an adorable face that showed a promising future. a young koutarō was equally as excited as your parents— obsessed with baby babbling to you before you’d even developed ears. 
some say that these moments had linked you for all of eternity.
so, you grew up alongside a prince who was far from neat, with unruly silvering and soot-covered locks, gaps in his teeth from where they’d gotten wobbly or he’d kicked out with friends he claimed were much stronger than you at the time. bokuto could be kind, not just a boy who picked on a girl maybe a little lesser than him. he would read you books from the libraries under blankets before bed while your mother drew him a hot bath; he would help you sound out the tongue twisting syllables of words you had yet to learn ( they were words used by only members of the courts ).
separating both yourself and koutarō was like removing peas from their pod— there was always a fuss, a sharp set of words from your mother as you were ushered out of the room and into the arms of scullery maids so she could prep him for bed. though, once you were old enough to pick a lock with a hairpin you'd stolen while learning to braid the princesses’ hair, yourself and koutarō would sneak into the royal kitchens after dark where your father would often leave out warm milk heated by the fire and slices of sweet apple and bitter imported cheese. 
when you weren’t sneaking about under your parents’ noses, his royal highness would chase you through perfectly primed and prepped royal rose gardens — hot on your heels, his hair tickled by a fresh summer’s breeze and exquisite royal garments spiked by thorns while you found yourself to be in an event grubbier state with dirt on your cheeks and your maid’s uniform torn in places. neither of you, as young children in a castle full of unknown discoveries, could seem to care, even if it meant ruining the queen’s tea parties with trade ambassadors and getting scolded beyond belief later.
bokuto is set to become king one day, you know that, as the first born son to his father. so when your early teens approach, he’s put into the same etiquette and history of the monarchy classes his two elder sisters took when they were his age. except bokuto struggles only just, he tries hard but the knowledge doesn’t come easy. so, you take to sitting with him in the back of lectures from the annoyingly snooty royal tutor who looks down on you for having scrubbed your knuckles raw in preparing their quarters the evening before. you help bokuto remember names of earls and dukes and foreign princes and their wives and their children by making up silly nicknames and pointing out their most noticeable features. 
you almost lose your composure to fits of giggles when you help your father cater the king’s audience, the court, on one occasion— where bokuto greets one of the dukes as ‘sir web feet’ for the peculiar way in which he stands. 
the queen and her daughters mourn the loss of your mother when you and the young prince hit sixteen. she’d been lost in childbirth to your younger brother and at first you resent him for it, barely aiding your father in taking care of the newborn and instead throwing yourself into what’s left of your mother’s duties. when the moon rises again, bokuto takes you for a ride on his horse to a spot with a winding tree from your childhood and lets you cry on his shoulders until your head aches, and you can’t breathe. he pets your hair, doesn’t let you go. the queen makes you her lady in waiting shortly after, gifting you a pair of diamond earrings on your eighteenth birthday. you gratefully accept, meaning you’ll be able to spend more time with koutarō even with his duties.
the same earrings you’re complimented on when you meet the royal baker’s apprentice for the first time—he calls you pretty, says that the gems cannot rival your infectious dazzle and you can’t help but bashfully mumble how you think he’s not too bad on the eyes either. and bokuto’s angsty teenage heart flares with jealousy upon noticing the baker’s boy attempting to claim your first kiss behind the palace’s cobblestone walls at the back entrance of the kitchen, near the apple tree which sources fruit for his elder sister’s favourite dessert.
and being the spoilt prince he is, the salt and pepper haired boy calls upon your feeble crush to do his bidding— ruining your first kiss. neither of you speak of the incident after that.
tragedy strikes again when the king goes to war— himself your father and a good portion of the other men in the kingdom drafted into battle are killed in action. you’ve mourned before, you have little time to grieve now that you must look after your brother too… but you remain a sturdy presence in the future king, koutarō’s life. he needs someone while funeral processions set a dark cloud over his homeland, while he’s rushed into glittering gems and a crown from stolen lands when he’s coronated swiftly after. 
though, you learn that fate and eternity are not kind to those born of different status— for bokuto is quickly and heavily pressured to find a princess or a lady or a duchess to marry, so he can produce heirs and appease his shaken kingdom. and you are quickly replaced as someone he needs, becoming someone he once knew. so you drown yourself in work, beg the queen mother to give you a place in the royal guard to earn more for your brother’s schooling, to protect him and yourself from any harm so that he doesn’t have to lose another. 
you work your way up the ranks while koutarō searches for his bride, and once he’s finally settled on a girl— you’ve settled as vice captain to the royal guard. 
you lead your new life with risk even though you’ve yet to tell King koutarō bokuto that you’ve loved him since you could talk, even after he ruined your first kiss and used you as a crutch of grief. you might as well live this way for your love finds himself promised to a sweet girl a few kingdoms over and you now know that realistically, you could never be with him— for once realising you’re of different worlds and that fate can be unkind no matter the circumstances.
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“I-i’m…i’m not…”
“out with it, your majesty.” 
you have no idea why the king has turned to you, of all people, for advice. anyone with a set of working eyes could see how inappropriate it is to see the king stutter sweetly over easy words with red flamed cheeks in the presence of another woman… especially when he was due to be wed the day after next. 
but you haven’t the time to dwell on it too long, for you appreciate that koutarō has chosen you as company tonight before he severs your fate ties eternally by the bond of marriage to another. it’s been a while since you’ve seen him, he’s grown well and fine— hair tousled and framing his face in the light and dark of the moon, amber eyes glistening as if they carry sunshine and the warmth of a good fire. bokuto is broad, his shoulders squared, arms muscular and chest… well built. he’s handsome, but you’ve always known him to be. 
“i have no experience!” bokuto finally breathes out, the air carrying his words rushing out of him. “i am to be wed—“
“yes, sir. the engagement is hardly unheard of by the kingdom…”
“and i am expected to pleasure my future wife on the night of such wedding—“ 
you quirk a brow, leaning against the twisted tree. he’d asked you to come to your childhood spot when the stars were brightest. how could you refuse? “where—where are we going with this your majesty?” 
“would you stop referring to me so formally!” your king finally snaps, the warmth in his eyes flickering slightly— the red in his cheeks expanding down his thick neck. “i’m koutarō to you, i always have been.” he adds seriously before continuing on with less confidence. “i don’t— i’ve never pleasured a woman before. i’m still a—“
“a virgin,” you finish for him, a dangerous gleam to your eye, like the sword at your hip and the armour you usually wear. koutarō had always thought such garments suited you well; though he cannot decide if you’re prettier with or without the armour. “i am not, the baker’s boy took mine. the one you scared away. is that why you came to me for help?” 
bokuto scoffs, the blood rushing under his skin teaming with jealousy once again. “yes.” 
“then i shall do as you command, your highness.” you tease, obliging in his quest to teach him how to be a good lover and performer in bed. even as you push the young king into your spot by the tree— you can’t help your beating heart, bokuto had always been your friend in some way or another…but it feels so selfish to want him like this. once his firm back connects with the bark, your mouth presses against the prince’s before he can change his mind— lips hotly slotting against one another as if fate willed for them to meet this way. you give slow and sensual licks into koutarō’s mouth until he’s ready to open up to you, he groans softly, the sweet noise fluttering in the nightly breeze.
the way you so eagerly kiss him has the king’s stomach in knots and his cheeks a hot mess, and only when he tenderly grabs your hips— sucks on your tongue as well, does an appreciative whine escape you too. “the first time you kiss her…b-be slow, and gentle…your highness.” panting, you pull back slowly and nip bokuto’s slower lip— amused by the trail of saliva connecting you. 
“I’ve kissed some,” he tells you earnestly, tugging you closer by the fat of your hips— the desire to be closer beginning to prickle at the tips of his fingers. “call me koutarō, please…” amber eyes flick up, holding whispers of the sun where the moon is high in the sky. “no formalities.” 
“of course,” you oblige him, fingers reaching up to tangle in his lunar-eclipsed hair, yanking the king back onto your mouth since you miss the way he moves along with you. soon, these kisses drop to bokuto’s unmarred and golden flesh, begging to be marked by your hungry teeth and tongue… you rip through robes that cost more than a months earnings and lay your claim in places no one will see, darkened blues and shades of plum as ripe as those used for winter pies back in the castle. “kiss her everywhere, with teeth; and soothe with tongue. mark her so she knows that she’s yours.” your hands find themselves slipping under the coal grey of the king’s military uniform, smoothing over sweltering skin while the chime of his medals sweet into the night.
as soon as your lips that whisper sins withdraw from bokuto—he flips your positions, your chest against the rough bark as he quickly unfastens your gown till it slips down your shoulders, revealing inches of you to the prowling moon up above and to the sunshine in his eyes. “i can do that, teach me more.” there’s an echo of hunger to his voice, vibrating against the back cusp of your neck as he sinks the sharp edge of his teeth into it— making needy butterflies burst through your tummy, lust tingling in your veins and burning you like sunshine from the inside out. “show me,” 
you arch into every touch he gives, every fingertip pressed into the dips and curves of your body— the king honours you with his touch, so you part your shaking thighs of your own accord with koutarō’s hands that pinch and pull at you never too far behind. the air between you rises in temperature, though the night is cool and you lose yourself in the way your childhood friend smooths the curve of your spine and globes of your ass from over your light night dress. “b-bokuto,” you warm him, bracing yourself against the tree. “use your fingers, between her thighs.” reaching behind you, you draw him near to your aching core underneath your skirts and shudder at the press of his thick digits against your clit. “like this…in circles, y-you must prepare her properly.”
they dance over your slick folds, a finger running over the length of your slit contently. “is this okay?” he seems shy, but koutarō lets out a laugh with how you tremble just by being touched, his thumb finds your clit and draws circles in the way that you like, he fumbles, movements cautious but fuelled by the way you moan and grip his wrist tighter. the king spins you around once more, leaning down to bite your neck and chest from over the front of your cream coloured dress, his remaining hand softly prodding at your soaked entrance. 
“y-yes! your highness…” you gasp, back arched and hole clenched around nothing, “fingers. inside.” bokuto takes your hissed words as an order, slipping one…then two fingers inside of you, laughing under his breath at the salacious squelch your count lets out as he does so.
shaking his head, the king follows each of your breathy commands after this, your sweet pussy drooling arousal into the seat of his palm. “it’s koutarō.” he sighs as wet whimpers brew on your lips, eyes sealed shut but you’re nothing but an adorable mess to bokuto. he watches you in awe, free hand bunching up the material heavy on your waist so he can look at the way your pretty pussy swallows up his fingers, bearing down on your g-spot when he curls them. 
he’s good, though clumsy, but bokuto is all that you need— brain fizzing with your impending orgasm, your juices running up his muscular arm. “i’m close—kou. faster!” squealing, your hips rut up and only add to the obscenity of the scene, bokuto finger fucking you until his heart’s content, until both of your clothes are soaked through. “always have to make her release first…”
and the king does that, a man built to rule taking orders from you— a mere knight. his childhood best friend. you cum quickly, gushing in streams stronger than the rivers on the outskirts of your kingdom, bokuto grins from ear to ear scissoring you through your huff as it splits through you and your sex spasms around his fingers. “my sweet, are you alright?” he asks you softly, slowing down his roll. 
“thank you for checking in, your royal highness…but now we move onto the final show,” babbling as you recover from your high— you reach for bokuto’s pants, working through them quickly until you’re able to grasp at his hot cock. 
the king sucks in a breath. “it’s best you don’t, i won’t last if you do…” 
you oblige, following the only order the salt and pepper haired royal had given you tonight. you guide his mushroomed cockhead right into your entrance, aided by the slickness from your previous orgasm. eyes crossing, bokuto juts his hips forward to sheathe himself inside you fully— his meaty, heavy shaft pushing up against all sorts of pleasure spots even though he’s barely filling you up. koutarō pulsates, he’ll barely last and neither will you at this point.
leaning forward, you press your foreheads together— hands in his silvering hair, your Cupid’s bow wet from kissing him, missing his lips against yours. “move, y-you have to move.” you simply say bokuto takes you, claims your body as if it’s his. as if he’s not to be wed. the king is big where he lacks experience, bullying his way through your insides and smearing precum along your ribbed walls— jamming up against your g-spot with ease. 
his thrusts are uncoordinated, sloppy while you squirm in his hold, skin scraping against tree bark while slapping against one another. “you feel like heaven,” bokuto near cries, clumsily finding your lips has his breeders balls batter your ass, pelvis grinding against your clit. the king lifts a leg of your over his hip, rolling into you as your bodies grow slicker and slicker, mouths wet and pressed up against each other. “looking at you now…you rival heaven too,” the praise shoots straight to your core, the knot built up in your lower stomach threatening to unravel. “you’re close.” 
he can tell by the twitch of your face and the swell of your lip between your teeth— you only nod, tears blurring your vision as you look up at your sunshine. your bokuto. “i love you,” you say the words though they're forbidden, even if within the next two sunrises the king is due to be married. “oh gods, oh fuck—! koutarō… i’m—!” 
the king only smiles, though his eyes roll back and the tree leaves above you rock with the fervityof his thrusts. “i love you too…” koutarō murmurs, his skin clapping harshly against yours— so hard he might have bruised your inner thighs. “might you cum again for me, sweetness?”
bokuto’s words have you clenching around him, sending you both hurtling into the throws of your high. your nails dig into the king’s strong biceps, your heart in your throat as you dream of his throbbing cock and his load shoots deep into your womb with a hot throb. 
“marry me.” koutarō breathes, still cumming in thick spurts, stretching you over his fat cock as he sets your leg down.
you’ve barely come down, and the king. bokuto. he makes you feel like you’ve been doused in cold water. “a-are you insane? we can’t do that! you’re to be married—“ you scramble for an excuse, still clinging onto the man, relishing his closeness.
“it could be to you,” bokuto coos and brushes a thumb over your cheek. “i need to be married to someone who is approved of. my mother loves you, the people love you— everything you’ve done and the people you’ve protected, that is you.” 
“but i…i’m not a queen.” 
you flounder, but bokuto has none of that, cupping your face in his large hands. “you can be, you’ve ruled my heart since we were children,” he kisses you slow, eclipsing your doubts with the warmth of the solar sun blaring deep in his heart and sending it right over yours. “so, will you? marry me?”
and it’s like the strings of fate that were once cut have tied themselves back together again as you nod your head vigorously— sealing the deal with an enthusiastic. 
“yes! yes, koutarō, i’ll marry you.”
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magatoki · 2 years
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Texts with Bokuto and his pregnant spouse
A/N: Look at me posting things other than what was requested
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on second thought don't look at me
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de-bauchry · 1 year
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bokuto is definitely the type to excitedly play with your ass like some drums like fr he will be back there jus smacking that thing having the time of his life! and sound effects galore so prepare for “ba ba ba’s” and “brrumm brrum brrum” and other little silly sound effects he makes. it’s satisfying to him the ricochet and how it jiggles and stuff he just can’t get enough! he’d even offer you to do it to his so you can see how fun it is 🤣🤣🤣🤣 “babe cmon it’s fun!”
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afairywithacrown · 6 months
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“you are a petty little man”
“who are you calling little?”
Tsukishima, Bokuto, Oikawa, Atsumu, Suna, Hawks, Geto, Toji, Gojo,
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bokutosworld · 6 months
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the home we’ve made | bokuto k. 
pairing: bokuto koutarou x f!reader word count, genre: 1.6k words, family au, aged up bokuto, fluff.  summary: bokuto treasures the family he’s created. but he’s in for the shock of his life when one day, his precious daughter announces she’s in love.  
my note: i noticed this has been in my drafts for almost two years. so i wanted to post it as a belated bday greeting to my still sunshine, bokuto ☀️
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“Mama, how did you know you love Papa?”
The question catches you off guard. You look at your little girl who is enthusiastically coloring the pages of her art book. Her eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, making you smile as it reminds you of a certain someone. Abandoning your book in the moment, you go over to her side and brush her hair as she fusses over which shade of pink would match the bear.
“Hm, that’s an interesting question, Hana-chan.” 
Your five-year-old looks up at you with her big eyes, curiosity emanating from them. 
“If you really want to know, it’s because your Papa makes me the happiest in the world.” 
She listens intently, her mouth slightly pouting in the same way your husband does whenever he is contemplating about something. They were way too much similar. No doubt that she is his daughter. 
You cup her cheeks in both your hands and press a kiss to her nose. “Plus your Papa gave me you.” 
Hana tugs you closer, her voice small and quiet when she timidly reveals her secret, “Mommy, I think I’m in love.” 
Just then, the front door bursts open and in comes the man of the house.
“I’m home!”
Hana’s eyes immediately light up at her father’s arrival. She stands up on her feet and runs out of the room towards the living area where he was already waiting with open arms. 
“There’s my little princess!” 
“Papa!” She’s beaming with excitement, jumping in his arms. They fall down sitting in the middle of the floor, hugging and laughing as they obviously missed each other.
“There, there, Hana-chan. Your Papa still has to wash up.” You help take Hana from his grasp, making sure to give him a pointed look. He chuckles, knowing how much you were a stickler for being clean inside the home and that meant Bokuto always had to take a quick shower whenever he returns from his trips outside.   
He leans to give you a kiss, “I’m back.” 
“Welcome home.” 
— 
When Bokuto comes out of the shower, he’s quick to recognize the smell of his favorite home-cooked meal. His stomach grumbles and it reminds him just how much tonight’s practice wore him out. 
All throughout the day, he couldn’t wait to get back to his family—to his charming daughter whose antics and smile could instantly bring his energy back and to his wife whose presence he was eternally gratefully for. He sits on the bed and dries his hair. 
In the corner of his eyes, he sees the picture frame on the bedside table. He smiles at the image, of you proudly showing off your engagement ring and him donning his bright smile with his arms wrapped around you, remembering how he felt — both the nerves and the excitement — when he asked the words will you marry me. 
He felt like he won the jackpot when you said yes. And even after years of marriage, Bokuto is still very much in love with you and every day feels like he is walking on cloud nine. You were perfect for him, you made him happy, and since high school, you never once wavered in your support of his volleyball career. He thought his life with you couldn’t get any better until the little one, Hana, came along. 
A sweet angel borne out of your shared love. The moment he held her in his arms, Bokuto swore that he was immediately wrapped around her fingers, promising that he’d do anything to protect her and become the best father in the world. 
He hears the pitter patter of little feet on the floor and anticipates the door opening. Hana peeks her head in the small opening she created and calls him. 
“Mama said to call you. Dinner is ready.” 
He stands up and walks towards her. She has her arms held up high, asking to be carried and he complies. He ruffles her hair and gives her a peck on the cheeks before heading towards the dining room where a table full of his favorites is waiting. 
The atmosphere at the Bokuto household is always lively, especially at the dinner table where Koutarou is eagerly telling stories of his teammates, sharing how he aced the spike he’s been practicing, and expressing how he’s looking forward to playing so he can make his daughter and wife proud. 
And very much like her father, Hana has tales of her own—recounting how she spent her day at the kindergarten, taking her parents through the new things she learned and the activities she enjoyed with her friends. 
And tonight, she’s sharing the news of her first love. 
“Oh also, Kento gave me a flower from the garden and said that I look beautiful.” 
Your little girl was grinning from ear to ear as she mentioned the boy’s name. While you were amused at how bashful she was being, someone on the other end of the table has put down his utensils and was staring in shock.
Before he could say anything, you asked Hana, “Who’s Kento, darling? Was he the one you were referring to when you said you think you were in love?” 
She hid her smile in her hands and nodded. You could hear the way your husband dramatically gasped, now leaning with his arms on the table and almost reaching out to Hana. 
“Kento always hangs out with me during break. He also holds my hands when we walk together. His hands are soft.” 
The soft giggle she lets out makes you utter an audible aww. Your kid was experiencing her first crush. And through the stories she’s told of Kento, you could see how she adores the boy so much. However, your husband has been eerily quiet.  
His current state reminds you of the times he’d be in one of his moods back in high school. But of course, you understand him. 
Hana was not anymore the small crying baby he held in his arms years ago. She wasn’t the baby whose diapers he’s changed in the wee hours of the night. She’s growing to become a little lady and discovering the wonders of life. It was only natural that he’d be surprised upon knowing his little girl was navigating puppy love. So, before she could notice that her father was acting differently, you indulged her, listening to more of her stories about Kento. 
“He sounds like such a sweet boy.” You nudged Koutarou’s foot under the table to pull him out of his trance. When he does, you smile sympathetically before turning to Hana again, “We’d love to meet Kento someday.” 
“Really? Can I invite him to play here tomorrow after school?”
“Yes.” 
“No.” 
“Koutarou.”
You hold his gaze for a moment, sending him a message that everything will be fine through telepathy. He caves, mumbling a fine and proceeding to finish his food. 
Smiling at your success, you turn to Hana and reassure her, “Bring him here and I’ll bake your favorite cookies so you can share some with him.” 
The kid was so overjoyed that she pushed her chair back and ran towards her room, where you suspect she’ll be contacting Kento about the plans for tomorrow. 
Now left alone with Koutarou, you catch him pouting at his food, the same way that Hana was when you were telling her about what you loved about him. 
Trying to soothe his crushed soul, “You know, it’s only an innocent crush.” 
“She’s five years old.”
“That’s right. And she’s turning six in two months.” 
“She can’t love any boy other than me yet,” he whined which only caused you to laugh in your seat. His frown deepened and his glare at you became much intense. “It’s not funny. I don’t want her giving other boys her affection just yet.”
You try to stop your giggles, “I know. I’m sorry.” You reach your hand out to him and he takes it, intertwining his fingers with yours. “A crush is just a crush, you know. No one can replace you in her heart. She loves you very much.” 
“I know that,” his words muffled as he presses his mouth to the palm of hands.
“It’s not like Kento will immediately ask for her hand in marriage. They’re both only kids. Let them have their fun.” 
Looking at you with his pleading eyes, you already know what he was asking for without any words. Standing up, you go to him and sit down on his lap. You let him hold you just like that—with his arms tangled in your torso, his face buried in the crook of your neck and his hair poking your cheeks. 
“She’ll always be your beloved girl.”
He exclaims, “She’s just growing up so fast.” 
“Yeah, she is. But you know, she’s not leaving the nest anytime soon.”
Koutarou looks at you with eyes full of affection and presses his forehead on yours when he whispers, “We raised a great child, huh?”
“We really did. We’re lucky to have her.” 
He hums, his thumb stroking your cheek, tracing over your lips before kissing you with a sweet, gentle passion that has you leaning closer in his hold. When you pull back, you see him flash the brightest smile and you’re left breathless when he says, 
“I’m lucky to have you.” 
He knows a day will come when he’ll eventually have to give Hana to the guy she loves. Nevertheless, he looks at you fondly, knowing that you’ll always be by his side. And right now, he concludes, he’s lucky to have both you and Hana to call his home.
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shiraishi-mai · 2 years
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Vice Versa
You hated your soulmate. 
There were different ways of finding your soulmate in this world. Some had a connected string around their pinkies, some had matching symbols, some had the same songs stuck in their heads…etc. 
But you? You had to be one of those that got the same injuries as your other half's. 
And it seemed that your soulmate was injury prone. 
“Y/n, what on earth happened to you??” Your friend gasped when you groaned as you took your shirt off. It was time for gym class and you were changing into your workout uniform. 
You spotted a dark bruise on your elbow and the side of your shoulder.
“That’s not even the worst of it,” you deadpanned. You rolled up your pants to show more bruises littered across your knees and scrapes on your shin and thighs. 
“I don’t know what the hell my soulmate is doing, but they really need to get their shit together. Obviously they don’t care enough about their soulmate to treat their body so recklessly.” 
It was worse since you tended to bruise easily and so you were sure that their injuries looked worse on you. 
“He’s probably some delinquent that gets into fights and skips school and is going to end up in JUVIE,” you ranted. “If he’s not there already.” 
“Oh my god,” you whispered, horrified. “What if my soulmate is already in jail??” 
Your teachers had been concerned over the years upon seeing your constant bruises. After confirming that you were indeed not being abused by your family or a boyfriend, they looked at you warily. They probably thought it was you that was getting into trouble. 
Your friend laughed. “Little miss higher-level-class with her head in her books soulmates with a delinquent?” 
“Maybe I should get in a fight,” you muttered. “Give them a taste of their own medicine.” 
Perhaps it was the judgement from your teachers and peers that you worked to show everyone that you were indeed a good kid, and wanted nothing but to keep a low profile and achieve success in school.
Over the years, you got a fairly high pain tolerance, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t an occasional hurt that sometimes put you in an embarrassing position.
“ACK,” you had yelled during a lecture at your late-night cram school. 
Everyone had turned to stare at you as you held your chest. 
It had felt as though you had been struck by something heavy and being a person with boobs did NOT help the feeling. 
Another time, something similar had happened, but this time it was a blow to the stomach that knocked the wind out of you and made you stumble. Your butt hit the pavement and you gained a morbid satisfaction that perhaps your soulmate felt their own consequences. 
“Aw c’mon, maybe he’s a hot bad boy. That wouldn’t be so bad,” your friend said, wiggling her eyebrows. 
“Psh I’ll show him I can be a lot worse when I meet him.” 
She laughed before pausing. “Also, you’re still going with me to the game later right??” She rubbed the ankle of her knee-highs where underneath a symbol of a violet lay tattooed. 
“Yes yes,” you replied. You shook your head. She was an avid fan of volleyball and was convinced that her crush, Akaashi Keiji, was her soulmate. Her plan was to go to one of his games and see if his uniform moved around enough to show a glimpse of the same tattoo. A plan you were doubtful of.
“If he’s not, I’m throwing myself off a cliff.” 
You snorted. “Dramatic much?” 
“He’s the love of my life.”
“Your poor soulmate,” you said, shaking your head. “Just ask him to take his shirt off or something.” 
“If I had the guts to do that, I would have already.” 
The both of you walked out to the field. 
“I don’t know. It’d be a funny way to meet him though.” 
You both chortled at the thought of Akaashi’s stoic face blanching when some random girl asked him to strip. 
“WATCH OUT!”
“OOF,” you said as you were knocked to the ground. 
Some boys had been playing baseball and one of the catchers hadn’t seen you walking. He rammed his elbow into your side as both of you fell.
“I would love it if I stopped having such an intimate relationship with the ground,” you groaned for the second time. 
“I’m so sorry!” The boy looked at you horrified. 
You assured him that you were fine and waved him off. After all, you were used to this. 
“Why were they even playing catch on the track??” 
“Dunno but it’s just my luck. Men just seem to want to hurt me.” 
“Amen,” she shook her head. 
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The next few days consisted of you wincing and clutching your side. You had been elbowed a lot harder than you initially thought and this time you really felt it. 
“Are you okay?” Your friend asked as you gingerly sat down on the bleacher next to her. 
You didn’t respond but merely raised your shirt slightly and she grimaced. A huge oval-shaped bruise covered the side of your ribcage. 
“Yeesh, your soulmate is definitely going to feel that.” 
You made a face. You kind of felt sorry towards him this time. Hopefully he was tough and wouldn’t feel it as much. 
“Ooo,” your friend smacked you on the arm. “There he is!” 
You glared at her mini assault but her eyes were zoomed in on the dark-haired setter that had stepped on the court. 
“Okay, you so have to help me look for his tattoo.”
“I don’t know. I feel kind of creepy checking out Akaashi the entire game.”
This time she glared at you and you sighed, promising her that you would indeed, stare at Akaashi for the game. 
It felt a bit awkward trying to gauge from the small slivers of exposed skin when he jumped or dived but at least your friend was enjoying it.
“Are you even looking for the tattoo,” you looked at her suspiciously as she squealed and clapped her hands at his backset. 
“I was looking at his technique that time!”
“You’re drooling.” 
“Oh my god.”
“What is it now?” You asked, exasperated. “Did he finally take his shirt off for some reason?” 
“Y/n, look.” 
Her eyes were trained, not on Akaashi but a boy with grey and white spiked hair next to him. 
Bokuto Kotaro, ace of the Fukorodani team, had lifted his shirt to wipe sweat gathered on his forehead. He had paused with the fabric bunched in his hands, laughing boisterously at something his teammate had said. Had he looked towards the stands, he would have seen a girl, frozen and looking mildly horrified, at the dark, oval-shaped bruise sporting the side of his ribcage. 
“Well that explains a lot,” she said with a face that looked as if she was trying not to laugh. 
You both watched as he spiked straight down the court and you looked at your hands. That certainly explained the slight stinging feeling you felt in your palms nearly everyday. It happened so much that you got used to it and forgot it happened most of the time. 
“Hit me.”
“What?”
“Smack me in the face. Right now.”
Your friend patted your back. “There there. I know it’s shocking but there’s no need to have a mental breakdown.” 
Your eyes locked onto hers with a scarily blank expression. “I want you. To bitch slap me. As hard as you can.” 
“What??”
“I will go ask Akaashi later to strip off his shirt- hell I will strip it myself.” 
“Don’t touch my man!” Your friend exclaimed and slapped you across the face. You were slightly irritated that she did it in retaliation to your statement rather than for you but we move. 
“OW,” a voice boomed from the court.
The referee blew his whistle. “Net touch.” 
Bokuto had jumped and yelped as he felt a blow to his face, causing him to move a little too far forward and hit the net. He was currently holding his cheek, bewildered as a couple of his teammates told him off for the mistake. 
“Bokuto, what the hell are you doing??”
“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi had run over. “Perhaps you need to take a break?” 
Your friend had hit you hard enough that there was a slight ringing in your ears and you were sure he could feel it too, judging by the dazed look on his face. There was another blow of the whistle and the coach called for a player change.
You watched as Bokuto held a cold towel to his face from his place at the sidelines. You noticed his hair had drooped from being subbed out. 
“Are you okay? I think I hit you pretty hard.”
“No,” you said faintly and turned to look at your friend. “I am not okay.”
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“Bokuto-san, that girl is staring at you again.” 
The owlish boy glanced over to see you look at him with a hard stare. 
“Aw, Akaashi, I’m sure she’s just a fan. After all, I’m pretty awesome.” He crossed his arms and smiled proudly.
“I’m concerned. She doesn’t exactly look happy. Did you do something?”
Bokuto scratched his head. “Er, I don't think so. She’s in our grade right?…did I do anything??” 
Akaashi thought back to the past week and shook his head. He couldn’t think of Bokuto doing anything wild specifically to the girl. 
“Maybe she likes me!” 
“Bokuto-san, you have a soulmate.” 
“Maybe she’s my soulmate!”
Akaashi’s eyes gave you a once over. “She doesn’t appear to have any of the injuries that match yours.”
Little did they know that you used cover-up concealer and sweaters after the many stares you used to receive. You tugged your knee-highs a bit higher up after noticing they were looking at you. 
“Aw, there’s nothing wrong with Bokuto,” your friend whispered from beside you. 
“He’s loud and the opposite of low-key. Plus I heard he wants to go pro. My life is going to be filled with PAIN.” 
“You said you barely feel it anymore.” 
“That doesn’t mean I like it! I’m not a masochist!” 
“Maybe you should become one,” your friend said, suggestively.
“I hate you.” 
“Excuse me?” 
The both of you looked up with wide eyes as two large figures loomed in front of you.
“We were just wondering -”
“Did I do something to you??” Bokuto interrupted the setter. 
“I-uh…” you were at a loss for words. Okay, so admittedly now he was up close, you admit Bokuto was quite handsome. 
There was a tense silence as you struggled to find the right words before your friend threw her hands up.
“Oh for goodness sake.” 
You yelped as she poked you in the side. Clutching your ribs, you glared at her and quickly walked away.
“Hope that answers your question!” She said cheerfully and ran after you. 
Bokuto tilted his head. “I don’t understand.” 
Akaashi thought for a moment before realisation dawned on his face. 
“Oh.” 
“What?? Tell me Akaashi, tell meeee -” 
“She might be your soulmate.” 
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“Y/n.”
No.
“Y/n.” 
You quickly walked down the hall and turned the corner.
“Y/n.” 
“Y/n.” 
A figure flashed past you and you bounced off a hard chest. 
“Woah there,” Bokuto lifted both of his arms to steady you.
At your glare, he quickly dropped them. 
“You're my- like you’re - Akaashi said - “ It was if he was trying to speak quicker than he could gather his thoughts. 
You didn’t say anything, instead looked at him straight-faced and poked his side. You made a face as he groaned.
“Yep.” 
“When did you find out??” 
“Your last game,” you said, sighing. “A lot of things made sense. The bruises on my knees and elbows, the palms of my hands always stinging etc etc."
He made a sheepish face. “Oh. I never really considered that.”
“Are you serious??”
“I mean your palms! I tried to wear covers for my arms and wear leggings as well as knee pads to see if it would help you, but I guess it didn’t work out so well.”
Well at least he tried. It was kind of sweet that he did actually think of you when he could have been solely distracted with his sport. 
“I don’t have many bruises though,” he frowned. 
“Ah, that one’s on me. My skin is kinda sensitive. They look worse than they feel.” 
He sagged his shoulders. “That’s a relief."
"Though," he continued. “You do owe me though.”
You raised an eyebrow. 
“You broke your collarbone in fourth grade didn’t you?”
Your mouth opened and then closed. You indeed had fallen off your bike and had to wear a brace for a while.
He made a face. “I knew it! There was no way the door opening in my face broke my collarbone!” 
You looked at him concerned. Did he honestly think that was what happened until now?
“I couldn’t play for weeks! I got made fun of so much!” 
“Oh…sorry about that,” you glanced to the side, guiltily. 
“But ya know.”
You looked at him to see a lopsided smile gracing his face.
“It’s worth it since it’s you.” 
You stared at him speechless. 
Bokuto gave you the biggest grin you’ve ever seen and pulled you into a bear hug.
“Ouch,” both of you winced at the contact. 
“Sorry, sorry,” he said quickly. “Guess I better be a bit more careful now huh?” He looked at the ground and shifted, a bit embarrassed.
“Ya think,” you murmured, mimicking his movements. 
You felt fingers tuck a strand of your hair back gently and looked up in surprise. 
“If I promise to be more careful, do you think we can go out on a date sometime?”
You gazed into bright eyes, sparkling with happiness and teeth bit into a lower lip in anticipation. For the first time, nothing in your body ached and a soft warmth spread throughout you.
Your lips pursed before they curved up into a small smile.
“I’d like that.” 
—----------------------------------------------------------
Bonus:
“Akaashi, can you take your shirt off?”
“Pardon me?” The tall boy looked at you bewildered.
“Hey!” Bokuto protested from beside you with a betrayed expression. 
“One moment Kou.” 
“Just lift up your shirt please.” 
Your friend was practically buzzing beside you. Akaashi looked a bit scared as he lifted up his shirt. 
“And turn.” 
He obeyed, hesitantly, and your friend made a disappointed sound. 
When he looked mildly offended at what he thought was a reaction to his body, you clarified, “Ah we were looking for a tattoo of a violet.” 
Akaashi’s eyes widened
“Oh, Akaashi, don't you have one on your thigh?” Bokuto questioned his friend. 
There was a faint blush on the boy’s cheeks and Akaashi slightly pulled up one of his pant legs. Sure enough, the flower was etched onto the skin there. 
Your friend punched the air triumphantly.
“I told you so!”
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when u don’t understand ur homework
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characters: kuroo, bokuto & akaashi
genre: fluff
notes: HIII ! i’m back !!! sorry this sucks. it’s been too long </3
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KUROO is there for you. he doesn’t like seeing his partner all stressed and worked up over school. he’s there to help you. if you don’t understand a subject, he’s more than happy to tutor you!! please don’t feel embarrassed to reach out to him for help! he only wants what’s best for you, and he’ll do whatever he can.
BOKUTO will try to help. if he doesn’t can’t help you, he’ll ask akaashi for help!! he tries his hardest tho. he knows he’s not the best at every subject, but that’s okay!! and honestly, if neither of you understand, he’s like screw it let’s cuddle. sometimes you don’t end up getting your homework done. he doesn’t think it’s worth the pain and struggle. but he’s there if u need it!!
AKAASHI is always there to help. he wants to help u anyway he can. he’s very understand and has patience for you. if you still don’t understand, he’ll work it out with you! he doesn’t want to see you stressed over silly homework. he makes sure you take breaks and rest your head and eyes. he will do whatever to help you!!
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