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crushmeeren · 5 months

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Bokuto SFW/NSFW Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you aren’t into this

Warnings; oral sex (blow jobs/pussy eating), car sex, riding, small amount of anal play (Bo teases your ass while he eats you out), mating press, kissing, praising

Note; I wasn’t originally planning on posting but I’ve had a rough night and I just love Bokuto 💕 This is my first time writing for Haikyuu so I hope I can do him justice. Please enjoy 🪽

Second Note; I think I’m gonna have to write one for Kirishima next, s-so many ideas about him 😮‍💨

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Koutarou who is the sweetest man alive, who you’re unconditionally in love with, but…is an airhead (i.e. he loses his phone all the time, forgets plans he’s already made, somehow drops his wallet down a hole at the top of a parking garage that’s 30 feet deep while planking—but miraculously finds it laying on a car below??) who you’ll always help find his shit either way—he needs AirTags

Koutarou who likes to wear lots of colors, whose favorite color is blue, who once got his face painted with a rainbow on it at the fair (he did look pretty, plus the vibrant colors represents how bright his personality is)

Koutarou who practically vibrates with excitement when he sees you watching his games from the stands, who smiles so wide his cheeks may split, who waves at you in the middle of a play (he ran into the net by accident, but he didn’t miss the next spike!!)

Koutarou who turns a sweet shade of pink when he sees you wear his jersey to his game, who picks you up in a sweaty, bear hug (squishing the air out of your lungs) after they’re finished, chatting excitedly in your ear as he carries you a few feet (he only sets you down when Hinata rescues you by reminding him they have to go change)

Koutarou who gets into certain self-deprecating moods sometimes, who lets you help him feel better, letting him talk it out, spending time with him, whispering words of support and encouragement as you poke the dimples on his cheeks (which gets him to smile and giggle almost every time)

Koutarou who likes listening to hip hop and surprisingly—hair metal, who loves singing in the car, who has an astonishingly good singing voice (you love watching him as he drives, he gets so into the music, wiggling in his seat—it’s like your own personal concert) and who loves Paramore—because you showed them to him

Koutarou who takes up half your bed when he sleeps, he’s so fucking tall—and thick🫣(but you love it and use him as your own personal blanket, but he does get really sweaty in the middle of the night so you have to roll away before you melt to death)

Koutarou who loves holding your hand, lacing his warm fingers through yours and tugging you in different directions, no matter where you are, who leans in so close to speak to you, you can see his eyelashes (it never fails to make warmth thickly pool in your belly, traveling up and making your cheeks burn—he always looks at you with stars in his eyes)

Koutarou who is literally always the life of the party—everyone loves the fucking ace, he radiates positive and happy energy—people are drawn to him like moths to a flame, they always want to talk to him and you’re proud of it (plus you don’t mind—besides he always comes home with you at the end of the night)

Koutarou who introduces you to Kuroo, who he has remained friends with after high school, Kuroo, the sly bastard who you’ve grown quite fond of & have become close friends with (instantly clicking over your combined efforts to tease Bo)

Koutarou who loves, loves taking hot showers with you, he likes to hug you under the warm spray, letting it relax both of you and talk about his day (sometimes you end up on your knees, but who can blame you?)

Koutarou who looks so unbelievably hot when his hair is down, no gel in sight as the soft strands frame his sweet face (you can’t help but stare at him until he asks if there’s something on his face, you tell him just how goddamn good he looks—which in turn makes him flush bright pink, dragging you into his lap to make out with him)

Koutarou who really loves when you call him by his given name —don’t get him wrong, but…he can’t help but feel a flash of heat shoot between his legs when he hears your sweet voice calling him Bo (you absolutely know what it does to him)

Koutarou who loves you so fucking much he feels his heart may burst at the seams, who is your best friend, who you can be completely yourself with, who supports you in everything you do, who you know, in your bones, is your one and only, who has been secretly planning on proposing to you for awhile now (FYI— you say yes, Bo definitely cries)

💕NSFW Below This-You Have Been Warned💕

Koutarou who is fucking buff, who is wayy taller than you, who is packed with muscle and his cock is, to say the least…thick, but just long enough to keep from hurting (but lets be real, the thickness is what counts)

Koutarou who gets rock hard so damn fast whenever you kiss his neck, gasping, whining, squirming underneath you when you sink your teeth into the muscle covering his pulse point, tilting his head and melting when you leave a couple hickies (he really tries to cover it up the next day, but Miya Atsumu teases him at practice anyways—he takes it in stride, only blushing a little bit)

Koutarou who only really curses during sex, unable to stop the nasty words from leaving his mouth (you think it’s the biggest turn on when he can’t help but whimper a soft f-fuck when he gets his dick inside you)

Koutarou who loves when you suck his cock, who likes when you’re laying on your back and he straddles your chest, controlling the pace as he thrusts into your mouth, who loves when you grip his ass and help him fuck your throat, who braces a hand against the wall, one hand in your hair as he watches his dick shine with your saliva as it repeatedly disappears between your warm, soft lips, who sees stars when he fucks along your tongue like a track made to make him blow

Koutarou who likes to suffocate between your thighs, always asking you to sit on his face, who grips your hips and forces you to rub your clit over his tongue, who covers his finger in your slick, teasing your asshole until you cum on his tongue, fisting his hair between your fingers (you choke on your moans, pleasure sticky and gooey gushing through your limbs)

Koutarou who was nervous at first when you suggested having sex in his car, but now he’s addicted, who can’t do anything but hold your waist, whimpering mhmm—fuck, that’s it pretty thing, as you hold onto his shoulders, using your feet & thighs to bounce on his cock in the drivers seat that’s been pushed all the way back

Koutarou whose toes curl, cock twitching as his eyes either stayed glued to where your pussy sucks him in or the way your tits bounce in his face (you love it just the same, tilting your head down to watch while you fuck yourself on his dick)

Koutarou who likes to let out high pitched whines & moans in your ear when he fucks you in missionary, who tells you your fucking pussy’s s’good, so tight, gonna make me cum so hard, while he has you folded into a mating press, shivering while he tries to hold back from cumming too quick (it feels like he’s in your throat, he makes you squirt in this position, thumb rubbing your clit roughly)

Koutarou who sits back on his calves, gripping your tits, fucking into you and curling his hips upwards, who makes you inhale sharply, gasping Bo! as you cum, fingers gripping his forearms, who says love when you cum on my cock baby girl, taking my dick so fucking well (you groan through clenched teeth as warm tingles take over your body)

Koutarou who almost cums instantly when you tell him he’s so good at fucking you, making you cum so many times during one round of sex (bro definitely has a bit of a praise kink)

Koutarou who whispers how much he loves you, face flushed when he starts to cum, whose heart thumps wildly in his chest as he groans about how good it feels to fill you up, pussy hugging him so tight (you tell him you love him just the same when he buries his sweaty face in your neck)

Koutarou who can never resist resting all his weight on you afterwards, snaking his arms around you and snuggling you tight as you both soak in the post orgasm glow, who helps you clean up and gets you water before you both take a nap or go to bed for the night

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dabiekql · 9 months

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HQ Bokuto - Forgetting to Control His Strength Against Y/N (Fluff)

Other Versions: Ushijima ver. / Iwaizumi ver.

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Bokuto, who has just won the practice match, rushed towards y/n in enthusiasm with both of his hands up. Y/n knew he was rushing over for a high-five that she grinned at him and reciprocated his actions. However, Bokuto failed to control his strength as he was consumed with excitement that with a loud slapping sound, y/n fell to the ground.

Y/n certainly did not expect this that she was not ready for that amount of strength. She sat there in confusion as she tried to process what just happened. She could feel the stinging on the both of her palms, but what just happened? Why was she on the floor? Akaashi and the other members who witnessed the scene slapped their foreheads with a sigh while Bokuto stood there with pea-eyes in shock.

While Bokuto was frozen in shock, Akaashi went towards y/n to check up on her. Y/n, who finally registered what just happened, smiled at him reassuringly as she stood up with his help. However, when she saw the state Bokuto was in, she quickly tried to reassure him. "Ko-Kotarou, I'm really fine!"

She tried to persuade him on how she wasn't hurt, but Bokuto continued to be in a down mood. She wrecked her brain until she got an idea and showed him a thumbs up with a wide grin. "I could tell why you were the ace from that high-five! The power was incredible! That's my Kotarou! I'm so proud of you! You're amazing!"

At her words, Bokuto's mood instantly brightened up as he raised both of his arms to the sky with a wide grin as well. "HEY HEY HEY!!!" Y/n let out an inaudible sigh out of relief as she clapped her hands for him.

The members who witnessed the whole interaction sighed as they shook their head in disbelief. "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

"That's Bokuto for you..."

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Other Versions: Ushijima ver. / Iwaizumi ver.

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honestly-why-am-i-bothering · 4 months

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I love Haikyuu fanfiction. Like yeah, let's put these dudes in some situations

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shaxza · 1 month

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#my art #anime #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#bokuto kotarou #akaashi keiji #bokuaka

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hauntedbythenarrative · 2 years

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I didn't know I needed these friendships

#hq!!#hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haruichi furudate #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #akaashi keiji #bokuto kotarou #kita shinsuke #ushijima wakatoshi #suna rintarou #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #mine #goshiki tsutomu

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prettykitty3061 · 1 year

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himbo! bokuto headcanons

cw : ooc bokuto, very dumbified bokuto ( i recognize he is actually not this dumb), little pervy bokuto ( he keeps staring at your skirt and dress), tell me if i missed anything

(a/n): i haven't been able to write anything bc i couldn't think of anything or didn't have my computer.

himbo!bokuto is so adorable and hot that it's not even funny.

bokuto genuinely can't get enough of you, he's always thinking of you, what you'll say when you see him, what you'll think of his new piercing, what you'll wear to his upcoming game, and so much more

bokuto's mind is constantly full of you. he tries his best to pay attention in his English class, but he can't take his eyes off the way your leg swings under your desk, how your skirt is just a little too short and tight for you, and the way you look over at him when the teacher yells at him to pay attention. he doesn't even pay the teacher a glance as he looks back over at you with that adorable gaze.

bokuto loves to give you cute little trinkets, especially rocks, and crystals. he just can't help himself whenever he sees them and immediately has to find the shiniest, clearest, and prettiest one, so it resembles you. his favorite part about getting you the pretty little rocks is the way your face lights up, already knowing that he brought you something by the way he hid it so obviously behind his back, but that didn't matter. he's too cute for you to try and tell him that it was obvious because his reaction is always as excited as yours whenever he buys you things.

bokuto practically trips when he goes to pick you up for a date and he sees you in a tiny little dress that perfectly tugs at your waist, going over all the curves around your body, the way it gives him just the amount of space for him to see your collarbone, and the beautiful color. never did anyone think that bokuto could get any more clueless or in love with you, but they were all proved wrong. seeing the dress around your shape made bokuto lose a few more brain cells. he genuinely can't even spout out a word, only spluttering on the few words he always said "hey hey hey, I'm bokuto"

he's so lost that he doesn't even know that he said anything, finally pulled out of his trance by you laughing and wrapping your arms around his bicep, which was not so subtly bulging out of the shirt that was way out of his size, it was probably akaashi's seeing as all his clothes were at your house.

bokuto is so fucking hot and he's so dumb about it. he doesn't have that many self-esteem issues since you came around, but he genuinely has no idea how attractive he is. he'll be so confused once you start clinging up to him because you just can't stand the way he wears just grey sweatpants around yours or his own house/room. he's clueless about why you keep kissing up his toned chest, thinking that maybe you might be thirsty (idk I'm so tired at this point) and grabs you a small water. when you pout, he can't take it anymore and begs you to tell him what's wrong.

you tell him to wear a shirt, but he always forgets an hour later.

(a/n): halfway through i keyboard smashed bc i was stuck in what to write and accidentally closed tumblr and istg I almost cried.

i have no idea what was happening towards the end, I wanted to write ab toji and idk I'm like overheating in my room

#bokuto hcs #bokuto fluff #bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #himbo #himbo boyfriend #bokuto koutarou #bokuto kotarou

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jlepixie · 9 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ unpractical, reserved, full of great theories ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

╰ ୨ Bokuto has a crush on you ୧ ╯

༶⋆˙⊹｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ ✩ ˛˚.

☆ It wouldn't take too long for the team to see that he has a major crush on you. He would be so obvious but somehow you wouldn't pick up the hints he makes.

☆ Definitely, Bokuto would be more clumsy around you, and would try to make some jokes but it will end up on him laughing awkwardly and the team, including you, would look concerned.

☆ Bokuto would be a little shy around you, but he would flex around more than usual. Flexing his muscles and saying how he is the best wing spiker. He is such a show off.

☆ 100% laughs and smiles about everything you say or do.

☆ Every hit he does on the court would be for you, and he would definitely look for any praise from you.

☆ Bokuto is the type of guy to get excited when he sees you and run too you asking for a hug, and if you wouldn't give him one, his emo mode would come out.

☆ Speaking of emo mode, whenever he is in it, Bokuto would look at you with puppy eyes and give you grabby hands wanting to be comforted and held.

☆ Whenever he gets scolded by the team, he would come and hide behind your back and just grab into your shirt.

☆ Expect princess treatment every time.

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joyaphoria · 1 year

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when i tell you that bokuto is impatient, i mean he is impatient. you'll be at your mutual friends' birthday party, and he'll come up to you and tug at your sleeve, telling your friends that he needs to borrow you for a second. you'll shrug at them and follow him, only to yelp when he yanks you into the bathroom and pins you against the door, locking it right after. you'll gasp when you feel the full weight of his body press against into yours, as he seems to melt into every curve and crevice. you'll have your hands against his chest, trying to push him off, to warn him that someone might hear, but your whimpers fall on deaf ears. he'll hold your wrists, nuzzling his nose against your ear, pleading with you to touch him.

'need you so badly, baby,' he'll groan, rutting his hips against yours. you'll gasp and move your hands to squeeze his shoulders once you feel his erection pressing against your clit ever so forcefully, unsure of whether you're now pulling him in or pushing him off. ‘take ‘em off,’ he’ll whimper, clawing at your shirt desperately, ‘please, baby.’ in a swift motion his fingers are unbuttoning your jeans as his lips begin an assault on your neck, leaving bruises for days, though they're simply overlapping the ones he left last night. you'll cry out once he slips a thick finger into the heat of your cunt, his other hand fumbling at his own jeans to undo the zipper.

'b-bo, please,' you'll moan, as he pushes in with a second finger, reaching up and curving forward, his thumb pressing over your clit. he'll pull his cock out, spreading his precum all over himself as he ruts into his hand. you'll gasp when he pulls his fingers out of you, only to yank your panties all the way down to your knees, and push into you in one motion. you'll bite into your hand to stifle a scream, as bo hooks one arm under your knee, lifting it up to allow him to press deeper, to fill you up with his thick, pulsing cock. you'll rise onto your tippy toes on your other foot, then rush forward to tackle his lips in a bruising kiss. he'll lose his balance and fall down — you following soon after — and you'll thank the heavens that the bathroom was spacey, and that he managed to miss hitting his head against the toilet bowl by about two inches. you'll jump on his cock desperately, nails digging into the skin of his tummy, before leaning down again to fuck his mouth with your own. he'll groan so desperately, so painfully, before flipping you over and pressing one of your legs upwards, thigh against your stomach, rutting into you ruthlessly.

its messy and so, so dirty, the two of you dancing across the bathroom floor, your arms flailing as you search for something to anchor yourself to. you'll gasp and muffle a scream when you feel teeth bite on your nipple, not even realizing that somewhere along the way, your shirt was torn right down the middle. eventually he'll bury his face in your tits and angle his hips upwards, as they seem to tremble and stutter almost painfully. his fat cock will shake violently inside of you as he comes, hard. you'll feel some of his cum try to squeeze out, clearly impossible since you're so tightly suctioned onto him, his cock being the very thing that molded your sweet pussy.

then he'll open his eyes and watch you for a sweet moment, before continuing his assault, his hips slamming straight into you. you're once again being pushed up the bathroom floor, your back sliding as you pull him against you and scream into his neck, wrapping your legs around him. he'll pick you up and sit back on his heels, yanking your hips down to meet his every thrust. when you feel your climax approaching, you'll grab the back on his head and shove it onto your breast, and needing no further indicator, he'll latch onto your nipple and bite, pulling and kneading as you bite into the plush skin between his neck and shoulder, shaking and trembling as it hits you, back arching and thighs squeezing.

everyone avoids eye contact once you two finally find your way out of the bathroom, and bokuto simply takes it as an invitation to drag you to the car and back home, where he plans to pump some more of his cum into his babies little pussy.

#—joylovesyou #—joysministuffs #mdni #this was supposed to be like a paragraph #sorry #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #hq #hq smut #haikyuu x reader smut #hq x reader smut #bokuto koutaro #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto #bokuto kotarou

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cnnmairoll · 6 months

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Mornings With You

Pairing : Bokuto Koutarou x Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : Sorry for the delay, I'll try my best to write as often as I could, but I couldn't and now I just wanna clear all my wips and fulfill my commitment to this flufftober event!

"Kou," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of love and frustration as you tried to peel Bokuto's strong arms from around your waist. It was another one of those mornings when your energetic, moody, and lovable professional volleyball player boyfriend just didn't want to let you go.

Bokuto grumbled sleepily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his messy black hair tickling your skin. "Just five more minutes," he mumbled, his words muffled against your skin.

You chuckled, your fingers gently tracing patterns on his back, knowing all too well that 'five more minutes' with Bokuto could easily turn into half an hour. "Kou, you have practice, remember?"

Bokuto's golden eyes cracked open, and he looked at you with an expression of pure adoration. "But I'd rather stay here with you. You're so warm and cozy," he purred, his hands tightening around you.

You couldn't help but smile, even though you knew his teammates were probably wondering where their star player was. Bokuto's mood swings were well-known in the volleyball world, but when he was with you, he was at his most stable and affectionate. "I promise, Kou, I'll be here when you get back. But you've got to let me go for now."

With a dramatic sigh, Bokuto finally released his grip on you and flopped back onto his side of the bed. He pulled the covers up to his chin and gave you a puppy-dog look. "You're no fun, love."

You leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his pouting lips. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise. Now get going before your coach has a fit."

Bokuto grinned and finally pushed himself out of bed. His toned, muscular body moved with an athleticism that made your heart skip a beat. He quickly pulled on a pair of practice shorts and a t-shirt, and then he bent down to give you a quick peck on the lips. "I'll hold you to that promise, babe."

As Bokuto rushed out the door, you couldn't help but shake your head and smile. Mornings with him were always a rollercoaster, but you wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. You watched him leave and knew that when he returned, he would be on top of the world, filled with pride as the ace of his team, and so grateful to have you in his life.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu bokuto #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #koutarou bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto kotarou #hq bokuto #bokuto koutaro fluff #haikyuu fluff #flufftober #flufftober 2023

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missuga · 2 years

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“Why are you staring at me?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” He said once more, head tilted to the side slightly as he stared back now despite the slight burn creeping up the back of his neck.

Smiling now you turned back to the work in front of you, not really paying attention to it at all, mind stuck on the boy next to you.

“Hey, do you know the answer to question six-”

“Don’t change the subject.” He said and closed the notebook you were looking at.

“We’re supposed to be doing our homework for tomorrows class.” You sighed despite an amused smile tugging at the corner of your lips once more.

“Yeah, well I was doing it.” He started pointing at the words written on his paper, “That is until you were being weird and staring at me.”

“I wasn’t staring at you.” You said, shrugging a bit as you leaned back into your chair. “But if I was, is that really that bad? Maybe I like looking at you.”

“You were!” He huffed nearly talking over the last part of what you said. “Wait what did you say?”

“That I wasn’t staring at you.”

“Oh come on.” He groaned at your answer, the way he was hung up on it was cute. ”If you tell me we can go back to studying.”

You finally gave in when his lip jutted out into a small pout.

“I just think you’re cute, the way you were so focused was adorable.”

The blush that erupted across his cheeks as he stared at you now, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. If you knew you’d get this reaction you might’ve said it sooner, thought messing with him was just as good.

“Stop it, I am not cute.”

His eyes dropped to the desk. He couldn’t even look at you, afraid that is he did his heart would beat out of his chest.

“Mm, but you are.” You mused before opening your notebook once more. “So, you got the answer to number six?”

NISHINOYA, atsumu, oikawa, SUNA, bokuto, TSUKISHIMA, kageyama, akaashi

note from em: this is a repost :)

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shaxza · 9 days

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inspo

#my art #bokuaka #haikyuu!!#bokuto kotarou #akaashi keiji #hq #haikyuu #ignore the watermark that is also me

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the-cosmic-teapot · 17 days

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Eternity and So Much More

Bokuto x reader

WC: 2392

TW: Self doubt, insecurity, marriage talk, long term commitment, reader needs a hug and kiss, bokuto is amazing and really affirming, I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible (engagement ring description, but not story crucial-like a sentence max) , open ended

*proof read by my man in arts husband, its his fault for typos :)

Summary: Bokuto had a very important question to ask you, but you don't see yourself in the best light.

A/N: Hi pals, this is my first time publishing anything outside of a really cringy period on Wattpad when I was 13 (no longer available for my own sanity). I am not typically a writer, so I apologize in advance, but I love Bokuto so much yeah. I hope you like this! Feedback is always welcome!

~Cosmic

Being in a relationship with a pro athlete is difficult because more times than not, they prioritize their careers. It’s what they have been working towards for the longest time and they will do almost anything to stay on the court. This is especially true with one, Bokuto Koutaro. You could ask anyone about the large, owlish man and his devotion to volleyball; they would all say the same thing: he is meant to be on the court. Knowing this did not stop you from being in a relationship with him. If anything there was a sense of pride because of his passion for the sport. There were countless missed dinners and events because of extra practice, but this did little to dissuade you from falling for the outside hitter. With all of the missed dates there were thoughtful gifts or a lavish trip with him for time together to make up his absences.

You knew it was coming, Bokuto's proposal, because he is not the most subtle person and he is not great at hiding things. It had been about a week prior when you found the ring in his sock drawer when doing his laundry. It was a beautiful, yet simple princess cut diamond ring with a few accent stones around it, and here you are, at dinner with Bokuto and some friends, both old and new. Most of the night was filled with laughter and smiles, as is most of the time with Bokuto, except this time there was a pit in your stomach you couldn’t explain. Was it something you ate? Maybe it was social anxiety from being around all of Bokuto's high school friends, who you’ve seen on a few occasions. You only really knew Akaashi because of how close he was with Bokuto. Yet, in spite of this feeling you pushed through dinner with a smile.

As the appetizers and entrees came and went Bokuto insisted on getting dessert for everyone. The pair of you settled on a chocolate cake with ice cream. While the desserts were being prepared Bokuto gathered the attention of everyone and began speaking of the love he has for you, and your beauty. As he continued his speech, the pit grew deeper and deeper. His little speech concluded in tandem with the arrival of dessert, where you saw the same ring that was hidden among his socks sitting on the top of the cake slice. Then you look at Bokuto already on one knee as he asks the question, “Will you marry me?”

At this moment you didn’t have any words. Why weren’t you saying anything? Could you say anything at all?

The first day of your third year at university felt the same as the others. You noted that campus was a bit livelier than normal, but this would surely die down after a couple of weeks as people lost motivation to go to class. As you walked into your first lecture hall you chose your seat with care as you would be using it for the rest of the semester. After all, humans are creatures of habit.

When you stepped outside of the lecture hall at the end of class, you could swear you felt like a mummy leaving its crypt and stepping into the sun for the first time. Apparently you stood in place a second too long because a large man was not paying attention at the stop in traffic and bumped into your back causing you to trip and fall. As you stood back up and turned to face the cause of your fall he immediately began apologizing and saying he will buy you coffee or a pastry as his way of apologizing. Initially stunned by the sudden change in your position to seeing a large man practically on his hands and knees begging for your forgiveness for a small nudge was, admittedly, quite a scene to behold. You insisted that you were okay and there were no bruises or scratches, but he looked like a kicked puppy saying something about how he has harmed you and his mother and sisters will certainly skin him alive for not making it up to you. So you agreed to his offer of coffee, seeing as you do not have class for another hour and a half. On the walk over to the cafe you learn his name, Bokuto, and he is a starter for the men's volleyball team.

Everyone was staring at you now, waiting for an answer. You see the glints of love and true passion in Bukotos eyes; the same look he has when he plays volleyball. Why couldn’t you say anything? What was wrong with you? Here there is a man who loves you, and all you can do is just stand there. Thoughts of inadequacy swarm your mind; you’ll never be pretty enough, you’ll never be charismatic enough, you’ll never be enough for him.

After getting coffee with Bokuto, he seemed to be part of your life. Initially it was small things like him asking you to study with him because he “gets distracted, and it is nice to have someone to keep him on track”. This typically ended with getting nothing done because of how easy conversations flowed with him. Eventually this turned into movie nights with his friends. By the end of that semester the two of you were practically inseparable.

Sometime during the break you realized how you had grown to care for this large puppy of a man. Your days away from campus, as well as Bokuto, seemed more dreary, like something was missing. The days away made you truly notice an absence you didn’t know you could miss. Despite this, you still managed to have a relaxing break.

Bokuto was also stuck with his thoughts of you and what you were doing. He misses your smile and laugh, he misses how you would roll your eyes at some dumb joke he had made, but most of all, he misses how you care about him. Through high school he was used to girls flocking to him because of his volleyball talent, but none of them seemed to care about who he was as a person. You care about him as Bokuto Kotaro, not Bokuto Kotaro the volleyball powerhouse. You care about the little things, ensuring he stayed hydrated and made sure he always had someone cheering him on. He loved those things about you.

By the time you got back to campus and got fully moved into your new dormroom, Bokuto called and asked to get lunch because he was, as always, starving. By the end of the lunch you were sure Bokuto enjoyed your presence because of how he mentioned it at least five times when walking you home. As you get to your complex's door you debate inviting Bokuto in to watch a movie or something, but a small voice crept in saying that he probably had other, better things to be doing. So you bid him a farewell and went up alone.

As Bokuto stares at you with anticipation and nothing but adoration in his eyes staring into your own, you are at war with your insecurities. How could he want you in that way? It wasn't because you were the prettiest or because you were the most popular. It definitely wasn’t because you were the best at anything; what was it? You know he loves you, but honestly you don’t fully understand why.

After about a minute of staring at you Bokuto began to feel a pit form in his stomach, a rare feeling for him that he wasn’t too familiar with. The last time this happened was when he asked you to go on a date with him; an actual date too, not the platonic hangout sessions from when you were first getting to know each other. Was it taking you so long to answer because you thought he wouldn't be a good husband? Was it because he can be forgetful and so focused on volleyball? Those couldn't be it, you always said that it was something you loved about him, his dedication and drive. Why weren’t you saying anything? What was holding you back?

It had been one year since you met Bokuto, the start of your last year of university. Thursdays became takeout and movie night with him, just him; no one else because “I want to spend time alone with my best friend”. You thought it was sweet that he wanted to take time with just you, but it hurt when you assumed he didn’t see you romantically. You’d be stupid not to have a crush on him, he is so charismatic and funny, not to mention he looks like he was shaped by the gods, in contrast to his puppy like demeanor that would make a statue smile.

On one such Thursday Bokuto was antsy, more than normal. About a third of the way into your movie pick, you had to pause the movie. His fidgeting was getting on your nerves and you could no longer bear to ignore it. In response to you pausing, Bokuto just stared dumbly at you instead of saying anything. This was odd, there was seldom a time Bokuto was without words.

“What’s your problem tonight?’ you asked, a little agitated. “We can change the movie if you’re not into it.”

“I just...” He paused for a bit and continued, “ I um, I think I’d like to take you out.” You stared back just as dumbly at him for a bit. “ I don’t mean, like, kill you. I mean like a date… If you want…” You sat on his couch in one of his hoodies with Thai take-out in your lap while he thought this is something he wouldn’t mind seeing all the time. He impatiently awaited your answer, fidgeting with his hands.

After what felt like an eon (a few minutes in actuality) you responded, “Really? Me?” It was strange to be asked out by someone who was like Bokuto. You weren't the typical drop dead gorgeous type athletes like him usually went after, at least in your own eyes.

“Well, yeah… that’s why I asked you.” He stated very matter-of-factly. “Why wouldn't I want to date you? You know me, and still want to be my friend after I embarrassed myself at that party. You also still want to study with me even when I don’t know what’s happening, and you dont mind helping me with my classwork even though you’re taking more classes than me.”

He went on like this for 5 minutes before you finally snapped out of your haze to interrupt him and respond. “I didn’t know you cared that much about me...” You sat on your words before landing on “Okay”.

You thought you had broken the owlish man when that four letter word left your mouth. He just sat and stared at you before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him, this is including when he scored the winning point for nationals last spring. In an instant he was off of the couch, as were you, bouncing around the room shaking you along too.

Feeling the stares of your friends and his, you felt nauseous. You loved Bokuto, but could you accept this? What happens if it falls apart, could you live through that? What if a few years later he finds someone better than you, how could you live with that? You just stood there. Your legs felt as if they weighed a million pounds and your jaw a billion more.

Bokuto was freaking out because he was sure you’d say yes immediately. You’d talked about your futures after graduation and you said something along the lines of wanting him in your life forever. Did he misinterpret that? He got your dream ring from one of your friends who was kind enough to help him. What did he do to screw this up?

“I-I…” you took a breath, “I don’t know” you finished close to tears. After giving an answer you needed to get out, looking at Bokuto was painful because he was heartbroken and confused. You gathered your things and ran out of the restaurant.

Bokuto followed closely after you without grabbing anything. He ran a hand through his hair as he stepped out onto the sidewalk spotting you instantly.

He tentatively approached you as if you were a scared stray cat. “Hey… are you okay? What happened back there?” Bokuto was close to tears too, his usually bright eyes were so serious now. “Are you not ready for this? I thought that conversation after graduation meant you wanted this… I’m really sorry if I got that wrong.” He wouldn’t stop talking. You felt like actual garbage, here he was apologizing to you for what were your own inadequacies.

“I’m not-” you take a breath, “I’m not good enough for this, or for you. You are a pro athlete, you’re way out of my league, and I’m just someone who fell in love with you. I am not special in any way, I’m not extraordinary, I’m just me.” You pause for a second before continuing, “You deserve so much better than me, you are amazing and deserve the universe, and I’m not that.”

“I don’t see it that way.” Bokuto said simply. “You’re amazing because you are you. I love the way you get focused and bite your lip when you do. I love the way you care for me and make sure I am taking care of myself. How you make the effort to know my friends and family.” He continued while holding your wrist as if to make sure you don’t vanish into nothing. “Most importantly, I love you because of how you love me.” He concluded with a huff, Bokuto was frustrated that he needed to tell you all of this, but if he had to repeat these affirmations to you over and over like a mantra he would without hesitation.

“Are you sure?” You question, biting your lip and avoiding Bokuto's eyes that always seem to find yours. “Yes, of course, I wouldn’t say anything I didn’t mean” He answers immediately after. “I want you in my life for eternity and so much more.”

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