#bokuatsu x reader

[loko4koko]

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ Bokuto Koutarou x f!reader x Miya Atsumu ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

>fanart_credit (l->r): kurolah, __kiyomaru

MDNI 18+

>word_count: 1530

>contents: biting, brief sweat/armpit fetish, panty stealing/used panty fetish, bokuto and atsumu masturbate in the same room (gay tendencies), non-consensual photo/videography, sharing of said non-consensual images, voyeurism, masturbation (m! and f!receiving), mentions of squirting, non-explicit cunnilingus, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), double penetration in 2 holes, fingering, anal (f!receiving), creampies, mentions of bo and tsum sucking each other off 😋

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who are filthy little devils- not in measure of cleanliness (usually) but in depravity. they’re the textbook definition of perverted and you, their precious little roomie, are the main target of their lewd and lascivious behavior.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who are way too handsy- they poke and prod at you, they wrestle you down to the nearest surface and tickle you until you cry laughing. they aren’t above biting, either- quick to hold you down and bite the soft skin of your thighs, hips, and belly. not their faults you’re so much smaller and weaker than they are, not their faults you make it so easy. it doesn’t even stop in public; the last time you’d gone shopping atsumu took your bags in what you’d thought was a sweet gesture, only for bokuto to swoop in and pick you up, carrying you over his shoulder with his hand squeezing at your ass.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who practically live at the gym and not with you. and god, they’re so gross sometimes—they love to suffocate you between them as soon as they come home from a rigorous workout, your face pressed up into their sweaty, muscular pecs. it’s even worse when atsumu decides he wants to play a mean prank, wrapping himself around you with a wicked grin and sticking your face into his damp armpit, the smell of his sweat and deodorant co-mingling in your nostrils. you hate that you kind of like it, but you’d never tell them that.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who take up most of the space on the couch during movie nights. their thighs are huge—pounds of muscle that are definitely bigger than your head—so you usually end up on someone’s lap. they’ll fight over you and who you get to sit on; atsumu will get all mean and bokuto will get all pouty when they think you’ve been spending too much time with the other. you try to compromise by lying across both of their laps and they’re satisfied, smiling stupidly as atsumu pets your head and bokuto smooths his hands across your thigh.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who, despite fighting over you, love to get off with your panties. they work together like bandits, one—usually atsumu—keeping you in conversation with a story he pulled out of his ass while the other disappears to your room, grinning as he hits the x that marks the spot: your dirty laundry. he knows he’s struck gold when what he wants is right on top of the pile. it’s a thong, a real cute one with little cherries all over it- but that’s not important. what is important is that it’s the one you’d just worn to the gym.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who hide out in atsumu’s room late after you’ve gone to sleep. they’ll sit across from each other, atsumu on his bed and bokuto on the chair, tossing the soiled pair of panties back and forth as they jerk off together. they pant and hiss, wet slaps of their fists hitting their heavy balls and beefy thighs. they’re unabashed- eyes on each other as they lift the thong to their faces in tandem, cursing as they thumb at the drooling slits of their cocks. they both cum so hard that night- rippling abs painted with milky white lines as their chests heave; boyish, lustful and adrenaline-laced grins on their faces.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who trade upskirts and pics of your ass that they take throughout each day. they know it’s wrong and that they shouldn’t, but they can’t help it! seeing a photo of your perky little ass peeking out from under your big t-shirt (bokuto notices it’s actually his shirt; makes him tingle with possessiveness) as you nap on your bed just gets them so hard, they have to keep taking more for their collection. it’s not like they let anyone else see- it’s just that if atsumu walks past your room while your bent over trying to get something that rolled under your bed, he’s gonna quietly pull his phone out and snap a few photos. you’ve given him the perfect view of your panty-clad pussy and ass, who would he be to not take advantage of it? and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t share those delicious images with his best friend-slash-roommate?

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who take you to the gym with them so they can “teach” you how to use the equipment. they show you how to deadlift and how to work different muscles and how to engage your core- all too convenient excuses to press themselves up on you, broad and solid and hard against your back, and to get their hands all over you in your tight little workout outfit. and when they offer to help you stretch? well, they’re just being good friends, of course! bokuto’s got you on your back with your leg stretched so far up that your knee is touching your shoulder and he’s shushing your little whines of exertion, telling you he needs to “stretch ya nice ‘n deep, juuust like that.” it has you a little flustered and atsumu a lot jealous, eyes narrowed at the two of you and the compromising position his counterpart has you in. despite that feeling, he can’t deny the fact that his cock is stiffening up in his loose sweatpants.

roommate!atsumu, who has his ear against the wall when he hears what sounds like moaning coming from your room one late night when he can’t sleep. he’s right, it is moaning- it’s you moaning. he feels his cock stiffening up in his boxers, reaching down to palm and squeeze at himself as he imagines how you touch your own body. are you using your fingers, or a dildo? are you lying on your back, or humping into a pillow? he groans at the thought of you doing any of those things. on the other side of the hall in roommate!bokuto’s room, said man is in a similar situation. he’s got his lip between his teeth as he fucks into a fleshlight, eyes closed as he pretends it’s your hot little pussy that his cock is twitching inside of instead.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who would rather be dead than let some lowlife loser get into your pants. you don’t even bother trying to hookup with people anymore, deeming it a useless endeavor after the first several times that your roommates scared away the people you’d brought over. but they couldn’t care less. you’re theirs, whether you know it or not. you don’t need dick from some tinder guy who probably won’t even eat your pussy or make you cum until you’re sobbing. you need bokuto and atsumu. they can guarantee that they’ll have you in tears, screaming their names as you drench them and yourselves in yet another spray of squirt from your battered cunt.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who just cant wait any longer. they box you in after a movie, your back pressed into the wall as they murmur to you how bad they want you and how good they’ll treat you. it’s atsumu that can’t keep his hands to himself, pulling you against the hard plane of his chest as he holds your hips and does his best to convince you. he keeps you in place when bokuto kneels to yank your shorts down your thighs, pulling one of your legs out and throwing it over his shoulder. he wastes no time, tongue digging in like he’d just uncovered a 5-course meal. atsumu keeps you steady as you cry out for them, muttering “see? what’d we tell ya, baby? never gonna need those assholes again- not when ya got us” into your ear.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who bend and contort you into so many positions as they claim you. the strength and stamina of the two is overwhelming, staving off their own orgasms while they make you cum upwards of 4 times. they stretch your pussy so wide, and when they think they’ve fucked their shapes into you enough for now, they do the same to your asshole. it’s agonizing- how gentle they are, that is. they’re so slow and careful as they prep you, taking turns using their fingers to loosen the tight ring of muscle and when you’re finally ready, your cute little hole gaped and winking at them, they take you- one at a time, over and over.

roommates!bokuto and atsumu, who don’t fight over you anymore. they’re good at sharing you- they switch off on who gets to fuck your pussy and who gets to fuck your ass. and there’s nothing to be jealous about either, ‘cause whoever gets to fuck your pussy gets your cum sucked off of their cock by the other, so it’s a win-win for both of them. instead they focus their boundless energy into making you feel good every day—after all, if they keep your pussy wet and sore and stuffed full of cum then you won’t be looking for anyone else, right?

>authors_note: hey you attract what you fear right?

>ahhhh i’m so scared of bokuto and atsumu railing me while they kiss each other ahhhhh

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[5iyoomi]

> Haikyuu

Last Updated: September 24, 2024

Key: Fluff (🩷), Angst (🥀), Suggestive (💋), Smut (🌶️), Timeskip (🕔)

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★ = Dark Content/Read Warnings!!

— General

how they kiss you [hcs] | various x gn!Reader

part 1 — koganegawa, kenma, kageyama, atsumu, oikawa [🩷/💋]

part 2 — sugawara, shirabu, semi, akaashi [🩷]

comforting you after a bad day [drabbles] | various x gn!Reader

osamu, ushijima, tsukishima, oikawa, daishou, yaku [🩷/🕔]

how they eat you out [hcs/drabbles] | various x fem!Reader

kinoshita, hoshiumi, matsukawa, kita [🌶️]

— Other

haiba alisa.

N/A

yamamoto akane.

N/A

yamaka mika.

N/A

tanaka saeko.

N/A

— Aoba Johsai

oikawa tooru.

N/A

matsukawa issei.

biological dad!Mattsun x fem!Reader [drabble] - [🌶️/🕔] ★ incest

iwaizumi hajime.

N/A

kindaichi yuutarou.

N/A

kyoutani kentarou.

N/A

kunimi akira.

N/A

hanamaki takahiro.

N/A

— Nekoma

kuroo tetsurou.

N/A

morisuke yaku.

N/A

yamamoto taketora.

N/A

kozume kenma.

N/A

fukunaga shouhei.

N/A

haiba lev.

N/A

shibayama yuuki.

N/A

inuoka sou.

N/A

— Nohebi

daishou suguru.

N/A

kuguri naoyasu.

N/A

numai kazuma.

N/A

— Date Tech

koganegawa kanji.

N/A

aone takanobu.

N/A

futakuchi kenji.

N/A

— Fukurodani

akaashi keiji.

N/A

bokuto koutarou.

bokuatsu hcs [hcs/drabbles] - [🩷/🌶️/🕔]

sarukui yamato.

N/A

konoha akinori.

N/A

komi haruki.

N/A

— Shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

tendou satori.

just like that [fic] | ushijima x fem!Reader x tendou - [🌶️]

goshiki tsutomu.

N/A

semi eita.

N/A

ohira reon.

N/A

shirabu kenjiro.

N/A

— Itachiyama

sakusa kiyoomi.

N/A

komori motoya.

pet play [drabble] | x fem!Reader - [🌶️/🕔]

— Kamomedai

hoshiumi kourai.

boyfriend hcs [hcs/drabbles] | x gn!Reader - [🩷/🌶️]

hirugami sachirou.

N/A

— Inarizaki

kita shinsuke.

N/A

ojiro aran.

N/A

miya atsumu.

forbidden relationship [drabble] - [💋/🕔] ★ osaatsu/miyacest

bokuatsu hcs [hcs/drabbles] - [🩷/🌶️/🕔]

miya osamu.

touch starved!Osamu x fem!Reader [hcs/drabbles] - [🌶️/🩷/🕔]

forbidden relationship [drabble] - [💋/🕔] ★ osaatsu/miyacest

suna rintarou.

N/A

— Johzenji

terushima yuuji.

N/A

misaki hana.

N/A

— Karasuno

sawamura daichi.

N/A

sugawara koushi.

N/A

azumane asahi.

N/A

nishinoya yuu.

N/A

tanaka ryuunosuke.

N/A

ennoshita chikara.

N/A

narita kazuhito.

N/A

kinoshita hisashi.

N/A

yamaguchi tadashi.

N/A

tsukishima kei.

N/A

kageyama tobio.

in your arms [fic] | x fem!Reader - [🌶️/🕔]

hinata shouyou.

N/A

ukai keishin.

N/A

takeda ittetsu.

N/A

shimizu kiyoko.

N/A

yachi hitoka.

N/A

[bokutospupp]

bokuto x atsumu is heavy on my mind rn.

bokkun? tsumtsum? they fruity asf.

[tendous-socks]

bokuto : sometimes i just wanna be a cottage core lesbian

akaashi : *already packing a picnic basket* who’s stopping you

[anianimol]

Hello, Mrs. Bokuto | Bokuto Kōtarō

Bokuto X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff & Imagine, Angst

Warnings: none

WC: 700

Synopsis: Years after your move to Miyagi Prefecture, you reunite with an old friend.

a/n: so, after five chapters, this series is finally coming to an end 🥺:( honestly it was kind of hard to part with this one after working on it for so long and I’m seriously going to miss it😔!! I hope you enjoyed reading along with me! thank you for everything. ❤️

read chapter 1.  chapter 2.  chapter 3.  chapter 4. !!

Hello, Mrs. Bokuto

Bokuto’s fingers drummed against the taut fabric of his suit jacket as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, restless.

A warm hand came to rest on his shoulder, its owner squeezing it gently and offering a reassuring smile.

“Breathe, Kōtarō,” Akaashi said, using his first name to cut through the nerves that seemed to be eating away at his normally over-confident persona.

Bokuto inhaled deeply, rolling his shoulders and releasing his breath slowly, eyes trained on the delicately engraved doors that stood at the opposite end of the aisle.

The anxiety seemed to come in waves. What if he forgot his vows? What if his throat got all dry and raspy and he lost his voice? What if you realized you weren’t ready to take this step with him?

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to control his shaky breaths, searching his mind for a calming memory.

“ Bo? Can I tell you something?

“Of course.” His hand stroked the back of your knuckles, bringing them to his lips.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life in love with you.”

He smiled, kissing your palm, and brought your hand up to his cheek, nuzzling it softly as he hummed in response.

“You sure?” he asked, teasing you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Well I should be since I’m marrying you in a week,” you laughed, pulling him closer as your lips found his.

He chuckled, his smile breaking your kiss.

“Then I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Bokuto.”

A faint smile graced his expression as his eyes fluttered open, awakened by the muted notes of a piano floating about the room, the gentle click of the doors not far behind it.

A soft, golden hue painted the hall, glancing brilliantly off of the marble fixtures and streaming elegantly through open windows.

Bokuto’s lips parted slightly as he drew in a breath, the midnight black of his pupils swallowing his honey irises as he took in the scene before him.

His gaze trailed up from the floor where the ends of your gown feathered against the tile to your hand, perched delicately atop a cushion of fabric. The diamond that rested on your left-hand twinkled as it caught the light, your fingers clutching at the pale folds of material.

He swallowed hard as his eyes locked on the ivory lace that danced below your collarbone, blanketing your bust and accentuating each curve.

As his eyes climbed higher, they landed on your lips, painted a blushing rose to compliment your features. His gaze lingered on the soft tendrils that framed your face, their rich tone a stark contrast against the white of veil that shrouded you.

Your face seemed to be bathed in light, your skin a heathy glow, almost luminescent. You truly looked ethereal.

-

As you strode up the altar, tears formed in your eyes as your gaze met that of your husband-to-be. Dapper as ever in a silken midnight tux, his youthful face donned a soft smile, his eyes, tender and warm.

His two-toned locks were slicked back neatly, giving him a more mature look. Bokuto’s amber irises glowed with amusement as he reached a hand out to you, the corners of his lips upturning. As your fingers slipped into his grasp, he squeezed them in reassurance before placing your hand gently in the crook of his arm.

Making your way up the stairs as a pair, he leaned down to you for a moment so that his lips were at your ear.

“Ready, my love?”

Your voice was steady, confidence clear in your tone as you whispered back.

“Ready.”

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                                                  ~meet the mods~

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-favorite characters: oikawa, atsumu, hinata, aran, tsukishima

-favorite team: inarizaki

-favorite ships: tsukkiyama, iwaoi, sakuatsu

-pronouns: all pronouns

-zodiac sign: leo :(

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-favorite characters: bokuto, atsumu, oikawa, goshiki, kindaichi

-favorite team: fukurodani

-favorite ships: bokuatsu, atsukita, kenhina

-pronouns: she/they

-zodiac sign: libra

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[anianimol]

Hello, Again | Kōtarō Bokuto

Bokuto x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff & Imagine, Agnst

Warnings: none

WC: 1.2k

Synopsis: Years after your move to Miyagi Prefecture, you reunite with an old friend.

continue reading : ch.2

listen along: to build a home - the cinematic orchestra

a/n: for my beautiful friend kayla☺️🦋 @janellion , I hope you like this one as much as I loved writing it!! i felt super inspired after starting this one and was planning on making it a little series, so please feel free to give feedback below💕🤗

“Remind me why we’re going in the first place?” You groaned to Yachi as you tossed options from your closet onto the bedroom floor.

“Well, I kind of sort of told Kageyama and Hinata that I’d come with them if they passed their algebra test...” the blond trailed off, her sheepish expression visible even through the blurry screen. Sighing in defeat, you flounced onto your mattress, trying not to think about the day before you.

Yachi had somehow blackmailed you into babysitting the mismatched gaggle of volleyball players from across Japan as they headed to the amusement park this afternoon. The idea hadn’t completely scared you; you had met some of them after watching their games and dropping by to see your best friend after practice.

The boys didn’t worry you.

But two words did—Kōtarō Bokuto.

Just hearing those syllables made your chest tight⁠—the thought of him bringing a familiar heat to your face. It had been years since you had last truly spoken; you two had attended the same middle school, growing up practically inseparable, up until your move to Miyagi Prefecture. 

But it wasn’t awkwardness that you feared; more so the feelings that you were yet to come to terms with.

-

“Don’t.” 

His words seemed to reverberate within you, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin.

You watched silently as the street lamps above cast twin shadows onto the pavement, one dwarfing the other as they stopped abruptly at a corner.

“So is this it? Am I never going to see you again?”

His voice was hoarse, a stark contrast from is normally bright tone, as he fought desperately to bite down emotions wrestling free.

You didn’t have the strength to look up. The thought of seeing that pained expression plastered on his face was too difficult to bear.

“Look at me.”

It didn’t matter, you told yourself. How much you ached to give in to him, to confess to the throbbing of your heart each time you met his eyes and felt the scorching heat of his touch; you knew that deep down, you couldn’t, not if it meant bringing upon him that same gut-wrenching ache that tore you up from the inside at the thought of having to leave the boy you loved behind.

"Please.”

He took your wrist gently, his nimble fingers wrapping around gingerly, sending a sharp current through your blood. 

Gathering whatever courage remained, you met his eyes, rendered speechless by their severity. 

His amber irises were in agony; if they held any more emotion you thought they would shatter into a thousand flecks of gold—the death of a star; a supernova. 

“Tarō, I-”

“You can’t leave me. Not like this.” He whispered, his head bowed as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. 

“You know I don’t have a choice,” you choked out, bottom lip quivering as hot streaks trailed down your cheeks. 

Hiccuping, you gathered syllables together, murmuring weakly, “We'll still be friends, Bo, you and Akaashi and me—”

“You know damn well that I don’t see you as just a friend.” 

Silence.

His fingers slipped from your wrist, hesitating for a moment as he sharply inhaled before sliding his hand across your palm and threading his fingers through yours. 

“My pulse doesn’t race like this when I talk with Akaashi.”

You had never seen his face sport an expression that serious; his eyes were blazing now, some kind of concealed hunger now present in them as they gazed hopefully into yours, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

The tears were flooding now, pouring down your face, your body trembling as you suppressed the gut-wrenching sobs from reaching your throat and the desire to bury your face into the front of his shirt. 

Your lips parted, but words refused to come. 

“You don’t have to say it back.” 

A small smile.

His lips brushed the skin of your forehead, releasing your hand and pulling away after a long, quiet moment. 

A sad smile ghosted his face, as if admiring you for the last time. 

The final words that left his lips hung in the thick August heat, dissolving slowly into the heavy moisture that coated the air as you turned to go your separate ways:

“Goodbye.”

-

A horn blared incessantly outside, slipping you out of a daze.

You pulled on a cream colored top and a pair of flowy olive pants, sprinting out the door and across the street at the barrage of texts from your blond friend. 

“Sorry, I lost track of time,” you sighed as you pulled the door closed behind you, staring blankly out the window as you pulled away, your mind anywhere but present. 

After a much needed rant to Yachi, you felt somewhat reassured upon hearing of his indifference towards your joining the group—though the uneasy feeling at the pit of your stomach said differently.

Did he no longer feel the same?

The thought had crossed your mind thousands of times over the past few years, resurfacing bitterly as you watched the clementine-haired first year slam ball after ball onto the hardwood floor of the gym, heard those same syllables leave his lips, carving them once again into your battered heart.

Maybe it was for the better, you assured yourself. It was safer that way; slowly drifting from him after leaving had been the most agonizing process, but maybe, just maybe, you had eased his pain, taking on the burden for the both of you. 

As you pulled into the lot of the amusement park, you spotted a striking group of boys heading towards your car: one dark haired and reminiscent of a rooster, a tall blond, a shorter boy with furiously orange locks accompanied by a visibly annoyed partner, and a pair who lagged behind the rest, one with tame, dark waves, the other sporting silver-frosted tips and a large grin. 

Bokuto. 

Noticing your dumbfounded expression, Yachi dragged you from the car, using every ounce of muscle in her small frame to force your weight alongside her. 

As he drew closer, he seemed to glow like a hologram, the outline of his form sparking with blue electricity. 

Only he was right here, standing inches from you, his presence radiating that familiar, comforting warmth; Bokuto had always felt like home. 

He was the same, exactly the same. That identical cheery, rambunctiously childlike boy you had known. Only now he was a man; his boyish face melding into strong, angular features to showcase that blinding grin, accentuating his telling facial expressions.

By some form of sorcery, it seemed as if he had grown even taller, his shoulder now surpassing the crown of your head as you timidly peered up at him, craning your neck slightly.

Blushing furiously as his eyes landed on you, you began shyly; 

“Hi, Bo.”

He smiled that toothy, sunshine grin:

“Hi.”

[anianimol]

Hello, My Love | Kōtarō Bokuto

Bokuto X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff & Imagine, Angst 

Warnings: none

WC: 1.2K

Synopsis: Years after your move to Miyagi Prefecture, you reunite with an old friend.

a/n: alrighty so this one is told mostly from my boy Bokuto’s perspective. I really really enjoyed writing him in a more mature (but still Bokuto-esque) light :) I hope you all like reading my rendition of Bokuto in love!

listen along: hold my girl - george ezra

read chapter 1.  - chapter 3.

Hello, My Love 

One year. 

It had been over one year since he had last seen her face, three hundred and sixty-five days from their final laugh together—an entire revolution around the sun since his body could recall the intoxicating feeling of her skin beneath his fingertips. 

Well, it had actually been four hundred and thirty-five days from that day. But, hey, who was counting. 

-

Kōtarō Bokuto did not get nervous. Whether it was stepping onto the glossy floors of the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium or confessing his feelings for his childhood best friend, the ace had never experienced the nauseating feeling many of his teammates had described. 

But now, sitting at the edge of his bed while waiting for a text from Akaashi to say that he had arrived, Bokuto understood; his stomach was in knots, his heart pounding against his chest as he rehearsed what he would say to his first love after almost two years of restlessly waiting for an excuse to see her. 

“Ok, ok, so I’m gonna walk up to her and I’m gonna say “Hey Y/N, its been a while.” ” He smirked, brushing imaginary dust off of his shoulder as he posed in front of the mirror.

“No no no, that’s not right,” he pouted, raking a hand through his hair. 

“How about, “Y/N, long time no see.” ” he tried, groaning as the words left his mouth, cringing internally and externally. 

“How about you just say hi.”

A voice called calmly from the doorway, its owner blatantly rolling their eyes at his outfit choice. 

“Akaashi-kunnnnnn,” Bokuto whined, flopping back on the bed. “I have no idea what to say to her. After all this time I’ll finally get to see her—I just don’t want to mess this up.” He stared up at his hands, picturing their last moments together, his pulse racing as the anxiety began to eat away at his unwavering confidence. 

-

“BOKUTO-SAN!!!!”

The owl beamed back at the spirited first-year hollering his name through the screen, his orange locks a tangled mess as he lay on the gym floor. 

“Will you come with all of us to the amusement park this weekend?? Kuroo-san and Kenma-kun are already coming, oh and you can bring Akaashi-san with you too!” he grinned, taking a sip from his water bottle. 

“Oi, of course! Who else is going?”

Hinata scrunched his eyebrows, taking a moment to rack his brain; “ Well I think Tanaka and Nishinoya are definitely coming, probably the rest of the team too.” he started, scratching the back of his head.

“Oh wait—our managers are coming along too! Kiyoko and Yachi,” he laughed, continuing; “I’m pretty sure Yachi is bringing someone too—I think her name was Y/N?”

Bokuto froze. Y/N? She would be there? 

He suddenly forgot how to breathe, choking on his own words as he sputtered out a response:

“Y-Y-Y/N??” he questioned incredulously, holding a breath as his cheeks colored unnaturally. 

“Yeah, Yachi said they’re close friends from their classes together—she’s a third-year, like you!”

Finally. 

Finally, he had a reason to see her. His heart leapt in his chest, thumping uncontrollably as he ended his call with Hinata, flinging his phone across the room as he fell back onto his pillows, the widest smile painted onto his face. 

-

“What is taking them so long?” Bokuto frowned to Akaashi as he bounced his knee impatiently, the suspense killing him. 

They had all agreed to meet up at 12:00 at the front gates of the park, but the last two of the group were yet to show up, and it was now 12:15. 

“I’m sure they just got stuck in traffic or something,” Akaashi reassured him, squeezing his shoulder. Though not one to show much affection for his overenthusiastic half, the blue-eyed boy was worried, and visibly so. 

The final piece to their trio, he had known Y/N for almost as long as he had known Bokuto. Ever since he could remember, Bokuto had dragged her everywhere they went; from the sandbox, to the court, to the arcade—she played a huge role in his life. As they grew out of toys and spent more time in the gym, Akaashi witnessed a change in his friend’s behavior—though Bokuto stayed the same bright-eyed guy he had always known, his face began to change around her; his eyes softer, his smile warmer, his laugh deeper.

Deep down, he had always known of his friends’ developing feelings for each other. But it wasn’t until the pair heard about her move that Bokuto had voiced those hidden emotions, arriving at Akaashi’s door, face dripping with sweat and tears. 

-

12:21

Was she even coming anymore?

Bokuto began checking the time on his phone more and more as each minute passed, head swiveling, searching desperately for that familiar face. 

Did she still love me? 

The insecurities began creeping in, one after another. 

Did she even love me in the first place?

He had never actually confirmed her true feelings, but he thought he had known—he had hoped. 

They had spent every waking moment together as kids, even as middle schoolers sticking side by side. But it wasn’t until they had left primary school that he had realized.  

Swallowing his doubts, he recalled that fated moment—that moment he had heard his mother talk about before: the moment. The moment when you see someone and you just know. 

He had never believed in love at first sight, but he knew right away when he looked at you as you stood in the doorway of their middle school gym—hair blowing in with the breeze, a soft smile on your face—that something in his heart had changed. 

-

“Oh, I think that’s them!”

Bokuto’s head shot up, practically giving himself whiplash as his eyes hungrily roamed the crowded lot for the pair of girls, bouncing on his toes as he craned his neck. 

“Bo, relax man,” Kuroo chuckled, patting him on the back, “they’re right there.”

Every pre-rehearsed line or logical thought of his seemed to be whisked away by the gentle spring breeze. 

The pair approached slowly, the blond quite obviously dragging the figure next to her as they walked. 

It was as if time had slowed before him as his eyes searched your face; your hair, the same as ever, only a bit shorter than since he had last seen it. Your figure, more shapely and delicate than he had remembered, suited you perfectly—It made you seem like more of a woman, he thought, his cheeks flushing at the idea.

As you drew closer, he recognized those same eyes, inviting and warm, complemented by faint smile lines that creased your face, giving you a softer appearance. Your lips, a bit fuller, colored a just-bitten scarlet. 

Suddenly, you were right in front of him, a shy expression painted on that face he adored—the face he had imagined in front of him a million times in one thousand different scenarios, appearing in his daydreams as he dozed off during class. He had fantasized about this moment for months, picturing exactly what he would say, what he would do—how you would laugh and beam at him with such warmth in your eyes. 

But now, as he stood paralyzed at your feet, all he could manage was, “Hi.”

[anianimol]

Hello, I Love You | Kōtarō Bokuto

Bokuto X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff & Imagine, Angst

Warnings: none

WC: 1.7K

Synopsis: Years after your move to Miyagi Prefecture, you reunite with an old friend.

a/n: a special thank you for ms kayla 💕@janellion​ , I probably wouldn’t have finished this chapter or gotten this far with this series without you:) all my hugs and love for you🥰❤️!!

listen along: inv(II.v)- kensuke ushio, heart beat - kensuke ushio

read chapter 1.  chapter 2. - chapter 4. !!

Hello, I Love You

Jasmine.

She smelled of white jasmine and faintly of freshly squeezed lemons. 

The rich, honeyed scent clouded his senses as the group waded through crowds of passerby lining the walkway. 

He felt her arm brush his for a moment as they walked side by side, his skin burning with the lingering feeling of her touch; being near her was intoxicating.  

As they stood, waiting at the ticket booth, he strained every muscle in his body, scarcely resisting the delicious temptation of her presence. 

His head was empty, filled with only the echo of her voice calling his name; 

“Bokuto.”

Melodic, almost like a wind chime, jangling with a gentle breeze. 

“Bokuto!”

He felt himself grow dizzy as thoughts of her swirled in thick clouds within his mind, making it difficult to focus on the ground beneath him. 

“OI, Kōtarō!” 

The gruff tone brought him back to the present as a smirking Kuroo blinked back at him.

“Sleepwalking, are we?

He gulped as he met your eyes, wide and doe-like as they curiously took in his poorly-hidden expression of panic. 

“Hey Hey Kuroo-kuuuuuun,” he laughed out hurriedly, slinging an arm around the rooster-haired boy next to him, “I’m just relaxing before we get to ride the Turbulence Coaster!”

“Or are you too scared to ride front row with me?” he grinned wickedly, knowing that provoking the cat would divert his attention from a certain mouse. 

“Oya owl, watch yourself,” Kuroo chuckled lowly, “I ain’t scared of nothing.”

-

“Y/N, you can let go of my arm now,” Yachi giggled quietly as you pouted at her, eyes pleading.

“Please, you can NOT leave me alone with him,” you whispered, sneaking a glance in his direction, “I have no idea how to even begin talking to him.”

She smiled knowingly; “Weren’t you two close friends for years? You have tons to talk about, a whole year to catch up on!”

“Yeah, that’s true,” you started, a crestfallen expression washing over your face as you shrugged, “I’m just not sure where to even start; there are so many words I want to say to him, so much I want to apologize for…” you trailed off. 

“I need to let him know that I-” you broke off, eyes trained on the concrete below.

Yachi glanced around quickly before pulling you to the side as the remainder of the group helplessly stared at a map of the park. 

“Hey,” she chided, tipping your chin up, “I know that this isn’t easy for you. And yeah, maybe it’ll be awkward and clumsy and uncomfortable for a bit, but isn’t this what you have been waiting for?”

“You finally have a chance to tell him how you feel, to let go of all those words and emotions bubbling up inside. Don’t let it go to waste.” 

She squeezed your hand. “No matter what happens, I will be right here, and I’ll be so proud of you.”

You nodded, feeling the uneasy coil in your stomach begin to unwind as you rejoined the boys, who were now arguing over which ride to visit first. 

-

“AKAASHIIIIIII!” a beaming Bokuto hollered, tugging his counterpart towards a row of booths, each lined with twinkling bulbs and jumbo plushies that hung above a different carnival game. 

“No.”

“Come onnnn” he egged on, a Cheshire grin spreading across his face,  “you afraid your ace will beat you?”

“We both know I would...” Akaashi sighed, giving up mid-sentence as he exchanged a glance with Yachi behind your back. 

Yachi nodded at him as you turned back to her, noticing a sly expression creeping across her face.

“Yachi?” 

“Yes?” The blond cocked her head to the side, the look of innocence in her eyes betrayed by the upturn of her lips. 

You eyed her cautiously; “What are you plotting?”

She smiled sweetly, “Oh, nothing, I think I’m just in the mood to grab something to eat, what about you guys?” she called out to the rest of the straggling group.

Amidst calls of agreement, you chimed in, “Yeah me too! I’m starv—

“No, no, didn’t you say you wanted to try the booth games first? We’ll catch up with you later and save you something to eat!” Yachi grinned wickedly, pushing you towards an oblivious Bokuto. 

“Wait-Wait what’re you—” you were cut off as Yachi shoved you in his direction, her and Akaashi smirking back at your identical dumbfounded faces as they jogged away after the group. 

You thought you could hear your heart palpitating in your ears as you turned to face him, willing yourself to look him in the eye. 

Meeting his eyes, you both blushed furiously, looking anywhere but at each other, Bokuto scratching the back of his head sheepishly. 

“So, um h-how about we try out a game or two?” he smiled, his honey irises warm and inviting as they stared into yours. 

“Sure, I’d like that,” you replied, gazing back at him with a small grin. 

He beamed, suddenly grabbing hold of your arm gently as he began to jog towards a stand sporting a row of water guns. You stumbled after him, laughing softly as he pulled you into the seat beside him, handing a crumpled bill to the worker.

“You ready?” he asked, his eyes alight with a competitive fire.

“You bet!”

The bell sounded as the spray of your gun hit the target immediately, Bokuto’s mirroring yours, as you both squinted in concentration, your heart fluttering as his elbow touched yours briefly.

Ding ding!

“And we’ve got a winner lady’s and gent’s!” the worker boomed, pointing down at you as a look of surprise crossed your face.

Turning to Bokuto, you snickered as you saw his slack-jawed expression, your eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“Don’t pout Bo,” you teased, poking his shoulder, “I’ll give you my prize, I know how much you love your stuffies.” you giggled, watching as his ears went red and his lips pursed, trying to suppress a smile whilst staring intently at his feet. 

-

A dozen games and many plushies later (mostly won by yourself of course), you and Bokuto strolled side by side past booths glowing with a golden hue, the nectary smell of cotton candy wafting through the air. 

Spotting a bench off to the side, you wandered over, plopping down with the giant bag of prizes propped between you. 

The shadows of passerby began to disappear into the concrete as the sky darkened, only flitting between the glow of lampposts above. 

Bokuto’s voice broke through the silent calm of the rustling breeze as he rest his elbows on his knees. 

“I missed you, you know.” 

His expression was wistful, almost nostalgic as he stared ahead.

You were quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in as you gazed out at the scenery before you.

“The pond.”

He turned his head; “What?”

“When we used to ride our bikes all the way out to the bridge overlooking the pond, just so we could eat our lunch while watching fish swim by, tossing in breadcrumbs to feed them once we were finished.” you laughed, your expression growing soft. 

You continued, looking over at him; “And we would toss up the volleyball together, back when I could still keep up with you,” you added, “and you’d always hold me by the ankles over the edge when the ball would fall into the water” you finished, chuckling.

His face fell into a broad grin as he watched yours, studying your expression.

“Remember that one time I dropped you?” he laughed, “I thought you were going to kill me that day.”

A comfortable quiet settled over you, watching the moon glance off the glistening surface in the miniature koi fish pond.

“That’s what I miss the most.” you murmured, your vision blurring as tears clung to the ends of your eyelashes.

Bokuto relaxed back into the bench, sighing contently as he began to fiddle with the edge of his shorts absentmindedly, humming in agreement. 

“Bo?”

“Yeah?”

You took a breath of confidence.

“I think I love you.”

The words hung in the air as the body beside you stiffened.

“You do?” 

His voice was light, almost a whisper. 

You nodded, eyes trained on your swinging feet. 

“For a while now,” you continued, mustering the courage to look over at him.

“Ok.” 

His expression was hidden by a shadow, unreadable.

You were silent, your heartbeat thumping in your head as panic settled in. 

Before you could intake another breath, you felt two hands on the sides of your face as Bokuto slid closer, his body now flush with yours as he tilted your head up to his.

His lashes fluttered gently as his gaze flitted down to your lips, fingers tucking stray hairs behind your ear. 

“I’m still in love with you.”

In an instant, his lips were pressed against yours, a hand snaking around the base of your neck to pull you in deeper.

You felt a tremor shudder through you as your mouths moved together, taking in the blazing heat of his hands across your skin, the plush feeling of his mouth, hot against yours.

Coming up for a breath, you panted softly, your hand caressing his cheek lovingly as you watched his warm eyes drinking in the sight before him.

You pressed your lips softly to the tip of his nose, feeling him chuckle beneath you.

His eyes bore into yours, bringing a pink tint to your cheeks with their intensity.

“Tell me you love me again.”

You shoved his shoulder as he chuckled, his amber eyes alight in the brilliance of the crescent moon. 

“I love you, idiot.”

The jasmine flower is associated with sweet, innocent love. The scent of jasmine itself is often described as intoxicating and an aphrodisiac. When used in aromatherapy, it relaxes the body, lowering emotional borders and evoking intimacy.

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[anianimol]

Hello, Forever | Bokuto Kōtarō

Bokuto X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff & Imagine, Angst

Warnings: none

WC: 1K

Synopsis: Years after your move to Miyagi Prefecture, you reunite with an old friend.

a/n: so I was thinking about whether or not I should stop the series after the third chapter, but I seriously could NOT part with it :( so, I decided to continue on with our little story, telling some short stories of life with Bokuto! this song really inspired me for the scene in this chapter, so I’d love if you gave it a listen!🥰

listen along: pass you by - alaina castillo

read chapter 1.  chapter 2.  chapter 3. - chapter 5. !!

Hello, Forever

“Babe, how about this one?”

Your boyfriend called out to you from down the aisle, his face partly clouded by the fogged-up freezer door as he held out a tub of ice cream.

“Sounds good, Bo!” you chirped back, eyes returning to the shelf before you.

As you searched the selection for your favorite ramen brand, a familiar presence appeared behind you, warmth emanating from their body. 

The corners of your mouth perked up as strong arms found their way around your waist, Bokuto’s chin resting atop your head. 

“Mmmm, whatcha doin baby?” you purred. 

You laughed as he began to sway side to side, his chest vibrating slightly as he hummed along to the radio playing overhead. 

“Shhh,” he hushed, smiling into your hair; “dance with me.”

Dropping the frozen container into the handbasket that lay forgotten on the floor, Bo took your hand in his, spinning you to face him.

You giggled as he pulled you dramatically against his chest, his eyes shining with laughter as he looked down at you.

As he waltzed you down the aisle, he found himself lost in your gaze, spacing out for a moment as he took in your giddy expression.

Taking one too many steps backward, his back hit a row of potato chip bags, knocking a handful to the floor as your shoulders shook with laughter, Bo stumbling to pick them hurriedly off of the floor. 

You stifled a wave of giggles as he pouted up at you, the apples of his cheeks now a bright shade of pink. 

With a soft sigh and a roll of your eyes, you hefted him up from his squat on the floor, struggling to drag him by his arm as he chuckled pettily at you. 

Huffing in mock annoyance, you dropped his arm, pretending to walk off without him, basket in tow.

As you reached the counter to pay, you felt a hand slip into yours quietly, fighting the smile that was working its way across your face as he nudged your side with an elbow.

“Are you mad, love?” 

His words were cautious, a slight tinge of real worry to them, unsure if you were joking around or not.

Taking your change back from the cashier and thanking them, you turned to him, expression solemn. 

A smirk crept across your expression as you stepped towards him, a mischievous look in your eye.

Tiptoeing, you leaned into him, whispering, “I’ll forgive you if you can make it home before I can.”

With that, you shoved the bags into his hands, cackling wickedly at the shock on his face as you sped out of the store. 

Grinning widely, Bokuto sprinted after you, the echo of your laughter and the padding of footsteps the only sounds audible against the wind whisking past. 

You shrieked as he began gaining on you, his form only paces away as his muscled legs carried him much faster than yours could. 

As you turned your head to look back at him, a hand gripped the hem of your shirt, stopping you abruptly in your tracks as you slammed into the body behind you. 

“Gotcha.”

You screamed as he began tickling you, his laugh rumbling at your back as his hands ran like spiders over your skin.

“Bo- p-please,” you panted, eyes tearing, “can’t breathe—”

Relenting, his hands slowed as his mouth planted hot kisses against your collarbone. 

“Baby, maybe we should get home first,” you said, breathless as his touch seared your sensitive skin. 

“Mmmph, we should,” he mumbled, his lips finding their way up your neck.

Your lids began to droop slightly as you melted under him, giving in to the temptation. 

Drip. 

You felt a cool touch to your forehead, something smooth slipping down the bridge of your nose.

Your eyes opened, your hand reaching out to confirm your thoughts.

As the droplets pattered delicately against your hand, you had your answer; rain.

Peeking up at the sky warily, you felt Bo release you as he came to the same realization, watching the night darken rapidly as puffy, ashen clouds began clumping together.

You turned to him, your faces mirroring one another as your eyes widened.

“Crap.” 

He grabbed your hand, tugging you alongside him as the gentle shower turned to a downpour, the roar of curtains of rain impacting the rooftops above resounding in your ears. 

His laughter cracked through the air like a whip as he glanced back at you, his hair soaked to the bone and plastered against his forehead, his clothes in a similar state. 

Finally reaching the door of your shared apartment, Bo frantically entered in your combination, the sound of the door unlocking like music to your ears. 

As the door clicked shut behind you, you let out a sigh of relief, wiping the moisture from your forehead with the back of your hand.

Stepping onto the hardwood floors, you surveyed your appearance in the mirror: your clothes were completely soaked through and stuck to your body like static, showing a little more than you would have liked.

“Um, I—”

Bokuto cleared his throat as he took in the sight before him, a pair of bath towels in hand as he stood, frozen.

You blushed furiously as his ears went red, blatantly avoiding your gaze as he wrapped the plush fabric around your shoulders, the crisp smell infiltrating your nose. 

Shuffling his feet towards you until his body was flush against yours, his eyes searched your face, pupils dilating slightly as flutters of constellations seemed to waltz within them.

“How about we stay like this forever?” 

His voice was gentle as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Feel the rain as it falls,

Wipe the tears from your face

Feel the sun kiss your skin

Like a love so far away”

- Alaina Castillo, Pass You By

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[anianimol]

“Sea Foam”

The Pre-Story

WC: 300

a/n: the surfer!bokuto that Kayla and I have been RAVING about for a while now so I thought I’d put it into words!🏄🏻‍♂️😚( oh also this is literally just the formal version of the headcannon/drabble I did a while ago so don’t be suprised if this sounds familiar lmao😌)

You inhaled deeply. 

The scent of the glassy waters hit your nose immediately, wafting past as the tide rolled in.

You had picked up a job over the summer, waitressing at a beachside cafe that overlooked a popular surf spot. In the early mornings, you had made a routine of sitting out on the dock before your shift, legs dangling off of the edge as you watched groups of surfers racing one another into the chilly waters before them. 

As you sipped a chilled cup of coffee, you nearly spewed your drink all over your uniform as a screech cut through the peaceful silence of the morning.

“AAAKKAAAAASHIIIIIII! LETS GOOO!”

Peering curiously over the railing, you searched for the source of the voice, eyes finally landing on a spiky-haired boy prancing ahead of his gaggle of friends, practically cartwheeling down the beach with boundless energy.  

His animated expressions and childlike excitement brought a rare smile to your face as you smothered a giggle with your hand, hoping they hadn’t heard you down below.

Much to your dismay, the sharp owl had heard you snickering from above, his head snapping in your direction.

The boisterous boy gazed up at you, shielding his face from the glaring sun. As he met your eyes and saw the blush creeping across your cheeks, guilty as charged, he laughed heartily, waving up at you.

“OYA,” he shouted up at you, “what’s your name?”

You grinned, a burst of confidence projecting your voice; “Come up here after you’re done and you’ll find out!”

You were answered with a sunshine-smile and a thumbs-up as you watched him sprint off, your eyes crinkling as you anticipated his visit.

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