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laurelled-by-lavender · 2 years

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the best kept secrets will unveil themselves, only when the moon shines.

bokuto cuddles

that’s it. that’s the post.....

just kidding! here’s a fluffy koutarou fic just for u!

pairing: bokuto kotaro x fem!reader content warnings: not many, fluffy as heckie, reader has boobies?, bokuto is tired, slightly suggestive part (he VERY LIGHTLY touches ur boobie *le gasp*) word count: 2,481 author's note: i tried my best not to include pronouns for the reader (if any mistakes please let me know!) though, as read in the tags, reader has boobies, reader is insecure, though it’s only mentioned at one part, kou literally loves you so so much.

it was late. so so late. and you were dead tired, yet you couldn’t fall asleep. you roll over, checking the time on your phone. you winced as you were momentarily blinded by the light which was emitted from it, before finally reading the three numbers which sat at the top of your screen.

3:43

dang.

at least it’s saturday tomorrow (today), and you don’t have to worry about waking up early and feeling groggy and exhausted during your day. when you do manage to fall asleep, you’d certainly not wake up before you’re ready, and there was absolutely nothing that could stop you.

that would’ve been great. really, it would’ve, except, after an hour, you STILL hadn’t managed to fall asleep. you had tried everything. you tried keeping your eyes open, keeping them closed, counting sheep, countless different sleeping positions, and yet... nothing. you were getting frustrated, and by this point, quite thirsty.

you groan and sluggishly get up off of your bed, put on some fluffy socks (knowing that the kitchen floor is freezing, especially at night) and take your blanket with you. you carefully peel the door open, just in case bokuto, your roommate, was home. you didn’t want to disrupt his sleep, knowing that he’s probably exhausted from practice today.

you loved having him as your roommate. and while, yes, at times, he could be a little messy and clumsy, he’s always been good with paying rent (surprisingly) and always amazing company to have.

other than the occasional clean up (which really isn’t that taxing) he was the perfect roommate.

and he always thanks you in his own way when you do, bringing home some delicious desserts and snacks to keep you happy once he’s realized what you’ve done for him. after dinner, you’d be watching movies, or simply having a conversation about your day on the couch, munching on the yummy food he’s bought, when he explains how he was going to take care of his mess after he came home from practice (even though you both know he was probably going to forget about it) it’s almost become a sort of routine.

a trade, if you will.

you do a little cleaning, and he brings you food in return. general maintenance and chores of the apartment were a given for you, and you actually kind of enjoyed doing them. it got your mind off of things and allowed a distraction when things at school/work got busy. picking up his small messes were barely an addition to your regular chores, so if anything, it was a win for you.

you silently cursed at the door as it squeaked open.

great. of course, things go exactly as you don’t want them to go.

that seemed like a reoccurring theme tonight (this morning)

you realized how silly it would look if anyone were to see you right now, frantically shushing an inanimate object, such as a door as if you were a librarian. you took a breath and held it when your door was finally wide open, worried that the prolonged screech of the door had woken up koutarou. you didn’t hear any shuffling from the thin walls that surrounded you. thank god.

he may never admit it, but you can see the tired bags that occasionally appear underneath his eyes. you could see he was tired most days. so incredibly tired, but he hid it.

in fact, he hid it very well. though, you’ve known him long enough, and lived with him long enough to know that it was only because he didn’t want to worry anyone he cared about. especially not you.

you slipped out of your room, not bothering to close the door and live through the inevitable squeak it’ll blare throughout the apartment.

you trudged to the kitchen and grabbed a mug (all the glasses were in the dish washer, and you were too lazy to open it even though you knew the cycle was done and they were clean) and filled it with water. you gulped it all down, then filled it once again. you drained the mug a second time and placed it rim down in the sink. you turned to go back to your room, but stopped in your tracks as you spotted a very tall, very muscled silhouette standing a couple meters away from you. you didn’t even hear him open his bedroom door.

frowning slightly, you take a step forward, hugging the blanket closer to you, as it has slipped from your shoulders while you drank from your mug. you’re about to apologize for waking him up, knowing how he’s likely exhausted, but before you could even utter a word, he interrupts you. his shoulders are slightly lifted, tense almost, but they drop when he takes in your appearance and he approaches you with the softest voice you’ve ever heard him use,

“oh my gosh, are you okay? why are you up so late?”

you observe his hair. it’s down and flowing so so gorgeously. it’s slightly messy and covering his eyes a little, yet you couldn’t think of a sight more beautiful. it was always so soft like this, without all the styling gel. he’s told you how he find his hair a bother when playing and how it would always get in his eyes. his iconic hairstyle not only resembled that of an owl, but allowed him to play at his full potential, without anything obstructing his view, and sticking to his forehead when sweat accumulated. in fact, he became so accustomed to the practical hairstyle it became his new norm anytime he went out, even to run simple errands.

still, like this, he looked softer. you figured that he probably took a shower when he got home from practice to wash off the days grime and sweat, resulting in the fluffy hairstyle. you knew that when his hair was like this, it was because he was comfortable. it was when he was the most relaxed and at ease. he had no where to be right now other than with you.

he takes three gentle steps towards you. it’s all he needed to be close enough to pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a warm hug.

you melt into his embrace, smiling and breathing in his scent.

he smelled good. familiar. like home.

you missed him so much.

it’s not like you don’t ever see him. you see him all the time. you live with him, for god’s sake. but that doesn’t mean you don’t miss his presence. he felt like home, too. wherever he is seems to be where home is. you wouldn’t consider this place your real home without him.

the hug lasts for a while. it seems like you both need it.

your souls mesh together and bond. it was only you and him in that moment, standing still in an embrace, while the moon still shone in the sky. the faint light came in through the window above the sink. it did little to illuminate the kitchen you were in, but the glow it emitted on the counter-tops felt so right, and so fitting.

you start to feel sleepy for the first time in a long time, and sense yourself sway lightly on your feet. he pulls away, steadying you by the waist, squeezing a little.

then, slowly but surely, he’s dragging his fingertips along your sides, up and up, along your rib cage. the blanket slips from your shoulders, onto the cold kitchen tiles. his hands continue their journey along your curves as his eyes follow every move. fingertips grazing the sides of your breasts through your thin top, you gasp lightly, and he stops. he looks into your eyes as you open yours to meet his. it was a mutual understanding. he knew what it meant. don’t stop. goosebumps followed in the path of his fingertips, dragging up your collarbones and neck. finally, his hands reach your face. he holds your jaw in both of his hands, cradling your face in the gentlest manner he can muster. it reminds you of how he held that baby bunny that one time you had gone to the pet store together.

it was a spontaneous decision. you were passing by some shops when you noticed the new store. knowing of your shared love for animals, you grabbed his arm and pulled him into the store on a whim. a few short minutes pass, and you’re walking along the many different sections, admiring and observing every single animal on the way. you find koutarou holding a tiny grey baby bunny, no bigger than a grapefruit. he has the fluffy animal in both of his cupped hands. his back is slightly curved over, his shoulders raised as he brings his palms closer to his face to inspect the little creature. his eyes are wide in awe as he watches it’s every move. when the little grey bunny twitched it’s tiny nose, bokuto unconsciously mimicked it.

you watched the interaction for five whole minutes without saying a word. you doubt he even knew you were there.

when it was time to leave, koutarou had a hard time letting go. he seemed to have grown attached to the bunny, and it hurt you too, seeing him let it go. you wanted to buy that bunny rabbit, just for him. to see him so happy everyday, but your apartment complex didn’t allow pets, and truthfully, you don’t know if bokuto was the best person to take care of a pet. especially one so young. they can be a lot of work, and lord knows koutarou is always busy.

he admires you for a while, examining your face. it was strangely intimate, and yet, you felt no urge to stop it.

you felt as though you had many flaws. you had acne, your skin wasn’t smooth by any means and you were quite insecure about many of your features. bokuto helped you understand that none of these things were flaws. not a single one. they were what made you you, and you are perfect just the way you are.

he brings his lips to your face, kissing softly. your nose, your cheeks, chin and forehead before stopping. he hesitates at your lips, unsure if he’s reading the situation wrong, if he’s making you uncomfortable. maybe this was too intimate for you? he thinks.

but as he looks into your eyes, he sees pure and utter love, admiration and desperation. he pulls you to him slowly, and your lips meet. it was so gentle and oddly vulnerable. when you pull away from each other, it was silent. you two’d never done that before, yet it felt so right. so normal and familiar.

he thinks of kissing you again. god, how he would love to kiss you again. though, he sees the exhaustion written over your face, and there’s no doubt that you see it on his too.

“you’re tired, aren’t you?” he whispers

you nod ever so slightly, and cuddle back into his chest, arms still wrapped around him.

he picks you up, along with your blanket and brings you to his room.

on any other day, you would have protested when he picked you up, but you were so tired, and he made it so look easy, that you didn’t even bother. if he was able to pick you up as swiftly and quickly when he’s exhausted as he does when he’s full of energy, there was no reason for you to question or worry. you know kou. and you know that when he wants to do something, he’ll do it. plus, you take such good care of him, there’s no way he couldn’t treat you like a princess.

he places you in his bed and you shiver slightly, already accustomed to his warmth. he quickly places your fluffy blanket over you and climbs into the bed to lay beside you. he then brings the comforter over both of you and you smile a little at the warmth and stability it provides. the slight weight of the layers was nostalgic. it comforted you in a way you could never understand, and you found it endearing that bokuto had remembered that tiny detail from your childhood.

“you feelin’ okay bunny?” he asks. you chuckle a little at the pet name.

“bunny?” you question. your eyes were closed as you spoke to him while smiling. “where’s that coming from?”

“i dunno, you just remind me of a bunny. soft, cute. it checks out all the boxes.”

“you think im cute?” you ask. you couldn’t stop smiling if you wanted to.

“let’s be honest here, y/n, who doesn’t think you’re cute?”

“me. i’m sure there are others.” you say lightly.

you can see his lips turn downward at the corners despite the darkness of the room, but he doesn’t press the matter any further, or say anything else.

in the silence, you reach your hand over and touch his hair. it makes his brain go fuzzy. it was like a massage, from you no less.

he was in heaven.

everything was warm and fluffy and perfect.

it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. when he felt your fingers slow down and ultimately stop their twiddling in his hair, he knew you had finally fallen into your slumber. he smiles to himself, you’re so cute, he thinks.

he gently grabs your wrist and removes your hand from his hair and drapes it over your stomach.

he then positions himself in a way where he can comfortably hold you. you turn into him in your sleep and bury your face in his neck unconsciously.

his heart just about melts right then and there.

he can’t help but place a kiss right under your ear.

“i love you,” he says, barely above a whisper. “much more than i think i should. you’ve made me a better person, and every day, you make me realize that i have a reason to live. to continue to fight and to pursue my passions. hell, i pay rent on time, just for you. i can’t stand the thought of living with anyone else. sharing my space and my comfort with anyone else. it’s all for you, baby. and y’know, maybe one day, you’ll realize why i loved that bunny so much. why your my bunny.”

he swears he can see your lips twitch into a smile in your sleep, but all he does is close his eyes and allow sleep to take him over.

in your dreams that night, you hear a voice, an echo in the far distance, calling you a bunny. their bunny. someone tells you they love you. it’s familiar, but all too hazy.

what a strange dream.

maybe it’ll make sense when you wake up.

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passerine-writes · 2 years

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Symbols - Masterlist

Welcome to my newest series that is probably going to take forever to finish along with everything else I am currently trying to write. I have BokuAkaKuroKen brain rot right now, so what better way to feed into it other than making a series?

Synopsis: Burukiku Kaara, a second year student at Fukurodani Academy, best friends with Bokuto and Akaashi for as long as she can remember and friends with Kuroo and Kenma since her second year of middle school. At the age of fifteen, you are given the mark or marks of your soulmate. A person or people you’re predetermined to spend the rest of your life with. The symbol is their favorite thing or merely something to represent them. When they touch you for the first time after receiving said mark, it tingles on both the recipient and the provider of said touch. Kaara never believed in soulmates, and she doubts she ever will. But will these four boys be able to change that? Or will stay set in her stone of beliefs?

Genre: Angst, Soulmate!AU, slow burn

Warnings: Isolation and negative thoughts, there will be mentions of s*lf h*rm and will be marked at the top of each post it will pertain too, anxiety, slowburn, obvious but polyamorous relationships, there will also be fruity stuff so if that isn’t your thing I advice you not to read.

Any other warnings will be added on as I write.

Status: Ongoing

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- Ao3

- Wattpad

Intro

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

The Timeline

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46 (in progress)

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the-haikyuu-trash · 2 years

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I love how they all look scary and intimidating and there’s Sakusa Kiyoomi with his lint roller

Look at him, so scary

#haikyuu #hq #atsumu #anime #haikyuuedit #hq edit #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #atsumu miya #miya #ushijima wakatoshi #hq hinata #oikawa tooru #bokuto Koutaro #bokuto #koutaro #kageyama #Kageyma Haikyuu #haikyuu one shot

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amezure · 3 months

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Vet / Zoo Keeper AU 🦉Support me on PATREON 🐯

#my art #haikyuu!!#bokuto koutaro #akaashi keiji #kuroo testuro #kenma kozume #zoo au

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forusomimiya · 7 months

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"Be quiet, my parents are home" Bokuto couldn't even keep his own promise. Not if he had a close-up of your ass going up and down on his cock. "Ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn"

You covered your mouth to stifle your moans as Bokuto took control of your ass, handling it as he pleased, jerking off slowly and pleasurably with it at the same time as his mouth watered as he admired his cock disappearing completely in your pussy. "Does that feel good?" a groan and your eyes rolling back served as your reply as he bottomed out. "So pathetic".

“Please— Don’t st-”

"Shut up and take it just like that baby, just like that!" his heart shrank at the thought that his parents might have heard you, which was no wonder when Bokuto set his feet up on the bed to fill you deeper as he was meant to, filling the room with dirty and noisy onslaughts. The night was long and he wasn't going to waste your visit. "Lay on me baby girl, 'cause I got more, I got— fucking more"

A chuffed smile shone on your face, Bokuto's touch on your body melting into his as he disappeared and became a bag of moans and whimpers lashing in your ear. "Give me all, birthday boy"

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x imagines #kotaro bokuto smut #koutaro bokuto smut #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #bokuto koutaro x reader #hq bokuto #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto kōtarō #koutaro bokuto

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stargirlo · 2 months

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𝓙 UST A LITTLE SQUEEZE? ─ MULTI CHAR.

"PLEASE LET ME FUCK YOUR TITS!" he whined, practically on his knees begging for you to finally give in to his little fantasies. you sighed exasperatingly. "i'll give you one rule though," you lowly spoke to him, hands on your hips. "don't cum on my hair." holy shit, you agreed!? was he dreaming?

content warnings: fem coded reader, a lot of mentions of you having big boobs, begging, boob job, blow job, teasing, facial (he can't control it so he cums in ur face >:( ), cum eating, snowballing, etc etc.

💌: a little appreciation 4 my big titty girlies <3 && thank u sm for 100 followers, never had been so happy !!! the sudden wave of motivation is soooo rare 4 me ohemgee! :oooo

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊ "pleaseee let me just squeeze them, jus' a little bit! pleasepleaseplease,"

he was constantly nagging you for just a simple squeeze of your perky tit, but you kept on refusing. its not like you were weirded out by his needy actions but it's just that you didn't expect someone to be so obsessed over your tits. you were a little insecure about them a while back because in your own words, you said that you looked "too fat" or "too disoriented" but honestly, your boyfriend loves them! he doesn't see any issues about your big tits, wether they're saggy or not.

he loves it whenever you wear his oversized shirts without a bra supporting your perky breasts, nipples poking out of the cotton fabric of his shirt immediately makes him huff like a dog. he loves it when your boobs jiggle whenever you make the simplest moves, wether its you swaying your hands around while you talk, or when you walk around the house.

his eyes will always land to your bouncy tits.

he loves giving you hugs, having a great opportunity to feel your tits pressed against his chest, he could practically feel the softness and the plumpness of your swelled tits. ughhh, it just makes his mind go blank!!!

"please let me fuck your tits!" he whined, practically on his knees begging for you to finally give in to his little fantasies. you sighed exasperatingly. "i'll give you one rule though," you lowly spoke to him, hands being placed on your hips. "don't cum on my hair." holy shit, you agreed!? was he dreaming?

𝜗𝜚 ‧ . ° "h─holyyy shiit, ohmygoddd... f─fuck ye'r tits feel s'good mamiii.."

he moans like a literal slut, your breasts hugging his cock and keeping it warm, the tip of your tounge flicking the head of his cock. pre-cum beading through he slit of his pinkish tip before your tounge eagerly swipes away his essence. you softly moaned, cupping your breasts and rubbing his shaft slowly, creating a delicious fricition. "d─didn't know it'll feel t─this good─ ohfuck!"

you giggled, beady eyes locked with his as your filthy mouth wraps around his cock, sucking the head of his cock. his body jolts, hips bucking up as more of his cock easily slips further in to your mouth. "mami─ oh shit, don't stop, don't stop, don't stoppp," he begs, a trembling hand coming up to move your head downward as his fingers desperately tug on your scalp.

your choked moan vibrates against his cock, tears bubbling on the corner of your eyes as it was already too much for you to handle. reluctantly, you withdrew your mouth away from his cock, leaving him to elicit a needy whine. "babyyy─ why'd you... why'd you stop?" he breathlessly spoke, looking down at you with a small pout. but you didn't stop, not when you moved your tits up and down his cock in a subtle rhythm. he clenches his jaw tightly, his pearly whites grinding against one another to stifle out a whimper. "what a naughty boy you are..." you cooed, and holy shit you could feel his cock throbbing at your words. "so dirty." your breath ghosted against his cock, feeling a subtle twitch.

"please─ need to feel your warm mouth againn.." he beckoned you, eyebrows pinching together as the overwhelming feeling slowly starts to frustrate him. "please mami─ oh!" his body tenses up again, your mouth wrapping around his cock again. the tits and mouth combo sent him to cloud nine, his thighs trembled as your saliva coats your cleavage. he hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back while he swallowed a lump of saliva that brewed in his mouth, his adams apple flexing in his throat.

"g'nna cum, holy shit─ 'm cummin' mami, fuckfuckfuck..!" his moans grew slightly louder, his free hand clasping on the bedsheets as if he was holding on for dear life.

you pulled your mouth away from his cock, once again. jerking him off with your tits before he couldn't take it anymore, his hot and steamy cum spurts from his flushed tip as the thick strings of his cum land all over your perky breasts and on your face . . . and hair . . .

"ay─!" you gasped, closing one of your eyes as he just couldn't stop cumming. he's so nasty, sooooo disgusting!! a stifled giggle elicits from your lips, watching as he becomes putty into the bed, the aftershocks of his mind shattering orgasm leaving his body limp.

he softly gasped once he realized the mess he had made, on himself and on you. "fuck─ heh, my bad..." he chuckles dryly, your tounge swiping on your bottom lip to give his release a little taste. so bitter.

"i told you not to get it on my hair, pendejo!" you playfully smacked his knee, looking up at him with a pout. your expression tempted him, the way you just look at him makes him want to ruin you next. "c'mere baby, gimme a kiss..." he leans forward, placing his hand on the back of your head as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. you yelped, his tounge quickly slipping into your mouth as he took a little taste of himself, the bittersweetness of his own release.

how fucking nasty you both are!!!

💌: satoru gojo, kazutora hanemiya, tartaglia, könig, chifuyu matsuno, souya kawata (idk how to spell his last name :( ), aventurine, bokuto koutarou, kenma kozume (hear me out!!), sanzu haruchiyo, manjiro sano, jj maybank, ++ your favs!!

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sassycheesecake · 4 months

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- ATSUMU MIYA, TŌRU OIKAWA, KŌTARŌ BOKUTO, Shōyō Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, LEV HAIBA, Satori Tendō, SHŪGO MEIAN, KIYOOMI SAKUSA

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teamatsumu · 2 months

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it was you all along. (bokuto koutaro x reader)

summary: you confess to him, and he’s confused because he thinks you’re already dating. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.

word count: 1285

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead @priv-rose @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass s @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @whippedbel

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Careful hands tried to handle the cupcake as delicately as possible. You held your breath, lowering it into the box. When its base hit the cardboard, you finally sighed out in relief. You pulled back to admire your creation, feeling a smile creep up on your face at the sight of the four cupcakes, all decorated to the nines.

No doubt in your head that Bokuto would love this. After all, you knew his every like and dislike very well. You had known him forever.

Bokuto Kotarou had taken you under his ‘wing’ when you were in elementary school. Tiny-you had no confidence and zero capability to make friends, while Bokuto was your exact opposite. He had taken a liking to you and had bravely proclaimed that he would ‘protect’ you, puffing out his tiny chest and grinning wide. Over the years, Bokuto had not let you down even once.

It was no wonder that you slowly fell in love with him. How could you not? You spent every day joined at the hip. The only time you were apart was when he was on the court, and even then you were on the sidelines, clipboard in hand, managing the team while admiring how talented your friend was. So really, how could you not fall in love?

In your defense, Bokuto doted on you like crazy. He knew very little physical boundaries when it came to you, hugging and squeezing the life out of you, laying sloppy kisses on your cheeks, sharing food and stories and…. basically each other’s entire lives.

But today. Today was the day. Today you would tell him that you no longer wanted to be friends. That you wanted more. Your heartbeat sped up at the thought of how he might react. You weren’t an arrogant person by any means but you couldn’t imagine him reacting negatively. There’s no way Bokuto could be as affectionate as he was if he didn’t feel something for you. Hell, how many times had he told you he loved you? Every day. You had lost count.

You were careful with the box as you walked to school. Your very limbs were vibrating, and you were breathing deeply in and out to make sure you remained calm. You were optimistic in taking this step. In fact, all your mutual friends, including the team, had only encouraged you. They were all dead sure he would accept your confession and return your feelings just as enthusiastically. You were more excited than you were nervous. You couldn’t wait to see him.

You found Bokuto with his head buried in his locker, and you had to hold back a snort. He was muttering something under his breath, and you were sure he had lost something else now. His locker was a mess, and you had repeatedly scolded him to clean it up or else he would lose things. Once again, you were right.

You tapped his shoulder, biting back a laugh when he jolted and banged his head against the roof. Curses flew from his mouth before he ducked and pulled his head out, turning to look at you with a glare. You watched fondly when his scowl was replaced by the widest, brightest smile you had ever seen. Bokuto’s smile could give the Sun a run for its money.

He exclaimed your name loudly, opening his arms wide to pull you into a bear hug. You immediately held a hand out to push his chest back.

“Hold it!” You lifted up the box. “I’m holding something delicate.”

Bokuto’s interest was immediately piqued, and you giggled at his childish curiosity, grabbing his wrist and tugging him with you. He hastily slammed his locker shut and let you drag him down the crowded halls and outside, finding an empty bench overlooking the school track.

“What’s going on?” He finally asked, wide golden eyes peering into your own. You sat down and patted the seat beside you for Bokuto to do the same. He obliged, waiting for you to speak. Instead, you handed him the box.

Bokuto opened it up and gasped at the selection of four intricately decorated cupcakes, admiring each one separately. You felt your heart swell at his reactions.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “This one looks like a volleyball. And this one has my jersey number!”

Bokuto looked back up at you with stars in his eyes. “I can’t believe it. This is so awesome!”

You grinned wide, fiddling with your hands a bit. “I made them for a special occasion.”

Bokuto perked up again. “What special occasion?”

You took a deep breath. Finally, the time was here. “I love you, Kou.”

Bokuto blinked before a wide smile overtook his face. “I love ya too, babe.”

You stared at him for a bit. “No. I mean, I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Now, a small, confused frown formed between the boy’s eyebrows. “I heard you. I love you, too. What’s going on? You’re bein’ weird.”

You gaped at Bokuto, unable to even fathom what he was getting from this. Were you not being clear enough? Was he not understanding what you meant?

“Kotarou, I don’t want to be just friends. This isn’t a ‘friends’ kind of love. I wanna date you. I wanna be your girlfriend.”

Now Bokuto looked flabbergasted, slowly closing the box and placing it to the side. “What are you talking about? You are my girlfriend!”

Silence. “What?”

Bokuto nodded, though he still looked at you like you had grown two heads. “Y-yeah?”

“Kou-” You held up a hand as if calling a timeout, trying, but failing, to understand what he meant. You had anticipated requited feelings. Some part of you had even considered the possibility of rejection. But this? How was this even possible?

Bokuto looked like he was processing things too. He quirked his head to the side, staring quizzically at you. One of his hands ran through his hair, almost in thought. You felt a horrific laugh bubble up inside you at how ridiculous the situation was. This…. this was so on brand for Bokuto. Your confession going awry because this idiot thought you were already dating.

“But what about all the time we’re together? I always hug you and kiss you. We have sleepovers all the time. I sleep in your damn bed!”

“Well yes, but-” You shifted. “We did that as friends!”

Bokuto gave you a look. “You think I act that way with my other friends?”

“I thought I was special.” You mumbled, suddenly rethinking almost every interaction you had with Bokuto.

“You are.” His voice softened. “Because you’re my girlfriend.”

You felt your face burn hot. “But you never-”

He waited for you to continue. You fidgeted.

“We never kissed.”

Now, a shiteating grin was slowly spreading across Bokuto’s face. He wiggled his crazy eyebrows at you. “You wanna?”

You smacked his bicep hard, making him yelp and rub the sore spot with a little pout. Inside your chest, your heart was doing endless flip flops. You still couldn’t believe that all this time, Bokuto had assumed you were dating and not just friends. The very thought of it was both completely expected and also insanely shocking at the same time.

Bokuto was watching you closely, having calmed down a bit. He gave you a little smile.

“Since ya didn’t consider any of our dates as…. dates, can I take you out on a proper one now?”

A smile spread across your face at his words. You nodded jerkily, staring down at your hands. Bokuto clapped his hands in finality.

“Great! Now, I need to eat these cupcakes and talk about how great they are.”

You laughed.

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nsfw. mdni. sub!Bokuto x f!Dom!reader. oral (f).

a/n: *clutches pearls* what in the world has gotten into me today? the bo brainrot just came outta nowhere and i keep getting these untoward visions of him in my mind. i'm not sorry.

You demand that Bo get on his knees, naked, and lick your pussy. He smirks a knowing little smirk but does as he's told. You stand with your legs together, not apart. Yet.

In his submissive state, the pro athlete leans in with the tip of his tongue reaching for your puffy lips, but you put a hand out to stop him.

"Ahahahhh...did I say you could taste me yet?"

Those golden eyes peer up at you from underneath grey, arched eyebrows. "N-no," he pouts, "but I wanna."

"Such a whiny boy." You tsk him three times, tilting his chin up between your thumb and fingers. "What do we say before we eat?"

He licks his wet lips, his eyes never leaving yours. "Itadakimasu."

"That's right," you say, leading him closer to your glistening slit as you move your feet shoulder-width apart, giving him permission to taste you.

Bo maintained eye contact with you as his warm, soft tongue slipped between your pink inner lips, but as soon as he got the first taste of your flavor his pretty eyes slid shut. It's the most tender thing you've ever felt - his tongue slowly wandering up and down, in and out of your moist folds.

Sitting back on his heels with his knees spread apart, he stops and looks up at you again only this time his eyelids are heavier. "May I please lick your clit?"

You fight the moan that wants to escape you, the voice within you that wants him to just bury his face in your cunt already. But you have a standard to uphold. You re-focus.

"Yes, you may," you say, combing your fingers through his hair.

His long tongue darts between your lips again, gliding along your slit once, twice, three times before he starts flicking the tip over your clit. You exhale deeply, tilting your head to get a better look at his pink, wet muscle flitting up and down before he wraps his pretty lips around you and sucks you in with his tongue.

"Mmyeah...suck my clit just like that." You curl your fingers in his hair, giving a slow tug to pull his face closer, wanting him to suck you in a little harder. "Such a good boy."

His Adam's apple dips and rises with each strong suckle. He releases you long enough to fuck his tongue up into you a few times before gliding it between your quivering lips again. You look down, admiring the way his bright pink cockhead rubs against the hair just beneath his navel, a thick strand of pre dripping along the underside of his cock and onto the floor beneath him just as he slides the first finger inside you.

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