#bokuto koutaro x chubby reader

[plussizeficchick]

Oh nothing… just thinking about how Bokuto thinks you look absolutely adorable pregnant.

He was already fond of your stomach when you were chubby, but now, now you were just glowing. Your tummy was filled with him!

He quite literally never gets sad during practice anymore, anytime Akaashi senses him getting the slightest bit upset, he whips out a photo of you, your cute bump slightly visible under the v-neck you’re wearing while you have your hand placed on top, a soft adoring look in your eye as you look down at your stomach. The picture does something even to Akaashi, the sight enough to make the strongest man weak.

So how could he be sad at a cute picture like that?

He especially liked how needy you were, your tits swollen with milk that he was eager to empty, wanting to subdue your whines of how heavy they were.

The taste of you on his tongue is nothing short of gratifying, the sweetness of your milk hitting his taste buds unlike anything he’s had before and he’s quite frankly, a bit disappointed at having to give this up when you have your child, but the way you moan oh, so sweetly for him has him focused more on your pleasure than anything.

He’s always sure to glide a hand down your soft body, the stretch marks on your stomach especially sensitive as he caresses your plump tummy.

He maneuvers your legs open, slipping two fingers to pull your pussy lips apart, his middle finger rubbing against your clit.

“So pretty f’me, baby. So cute.” He coos, pulling away from your breast just enough before leaning up to press a messy kiss against your lips, the taste of your sweet milk dancing on your tongue. “Please, baby.” You beg, your orgasm building up faster than normal. “Shh, I know, sweetheart. I know.” He mutters softly, pressing little kisses along your neck.

He guides two fingers into your cunt knuckle deep, your slick helping to pump the two digits in and out. You cry out at the intrusion, your hips bucking to chase after his fingers every time they slip out. “Fuck, you’re just making a mess, huh? That’s okay, I’ll take real good care of you, baby. You won’t, fuck, you won’t have to do a thing.” He says, fucking his fingers into you faster.

It happens before you even realize, your cunt pulsing and clenching around his fingers as your orgasm hits you like a truck, your pussy squirting everywhere. “Fuck! Oh my-shit!” You whine, holding onto Koutaro like a lifeline. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers, slowly pulling them away when you shudder at the over sensitivity. “That was so good, sweetheart. You did so good for me.” He sighs against your cheek, running his clean hand over your bump.

He’s already looking forward to getting you pregnant again.

[takes1]

bokuto fucking your insecurities away

i LOVE his character. very fun to write. would love to do any requests for him!! working on an oikawa request now :)

warnings. nsfw. conversations around body image issues info. nsfw / rough sex / friend sex / chubby!reader / insecure!reader / bokuto has a praise thing / impatient!bokuto / airhead!bokuto / sweet!bokuto / bokuto likes big girls / dumb dick bokuto / pool party setting / 2.3k words

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Watchful eyes tracked the arrival of a group of girls from the house to the poolside, all clad in their colorful swimsuits, hats, sunglasses, and smiles.

Bokuto bumped a serve up to Akaashi and grinned at the perfect opportunity to show off in front of you.

SLAM! Right into the water on the other side of the net, splashing Washio hard in the face.

He cursed loud at his unnecessary force, but quickly shut himself up when the girls came walking around the side of the pool. He pushed the water off of his face with flexed arms.

Something was wrong, though. Bokuto swam to the side of the deep-end and pushed his body up to sit on the edge despite the game going on.

"Hey!" He waved enthusiastically to a couple of girls and brought them over.

They were more than happy to bend over in front of his sculpted, shiny body, but his attention was only taken by your absence.

"Where's (Y/n)?"

They frowned and stood back up, half-heartedly mentioning that you wouldn't come out of the room they all changed in, and walked away.

That just wouldn't do. He turned to look at the house.

"Put a towel on before you go inside!!" Akaashi called, exasperated he even had to tell him.

"AAAAAHH!!" Was his response; as good at articulating his frustration as any that he had to jog the distance back for a stupid towel.

Akaashi rolled his eyes into setting another ball. Bokuto rolled his eyes, too, and slid the screen door open.

It was so cold inside, his skin prickled up instantly. He wished you'd just come out already-- enjoy the warm sunshine, let him rub sunscreen all over you, lay on his chest in the pool. His stomach pooled with heat at the fantasy of it all.

Oh, you were coming out of that room even if he had to drag you out.

Just before his hand grabbed the doorknob, he thought better for a second. A loud, rhythmic knock.

"(Y/n)!! Come outside!" He yelled into the door.

He didn't spare a single second more to linger when he heard a faint sniffle.

You weren't a mess, but your eyes were still stinging and you were not happy to be walked in on when you had nothing but an ill-fitting t-shirt over your bikini, even if it was Bokuto.

His proportions were ridiculous. Giant, hulking shoulders and a strong, wide back dipped deliciously into his tiny waist. Itty-bitty trunks showed off his powerful thighs, though he was dripping all over the carpet.

In a way, it only brought you back down to the feeling that you were not up-to-snuff to walk out in your bathing suit with all these athletic bodies outside.

"What the hell?" He yelled; not at you, just at the fact that you were clothed, and clearly trying to not cry.

A couple steps forward made you tense. He caught this, so he turned around and closed the door behind him.

Being soft wasn't one of his strong suits, but he tried with you.

His affinity for you was never-ending after he passed you one day in the hallway. One big, empty-headed smile was all it took to start your odd friendship. He used this one interaction to wedge his way up to 'studying' with your small, academic club.

His eccentricities made him charming and personable to talk to, but Bokuto was undeniably attractive and even more popular. So, you weren't sure why he associated with you, since he never paid attention in your study group.

You pushed the wet off of your face with the heel of your hand and tried to sober up a little, "I'm going home."

Your voice sounded so hoarse and weak, you regretted saying anything and not just walking out when you had the chance.

Bokuto laughed as if you were really joking.

Instead of trying to explain yourself to him, which historically never went well in your favor, you grabbed your pants off of the floor.

His gaze dropping and necessary palming of his growing ache wasn't subtle, but you couldn't see it. That tiny shirt didn't cover your ass; he had to savor the sight.

His head spun with confusion and the beginnings of frustration at the sight of more clothes, "What are you doing?"

He tried again, desperate to keep you from putting on those pants, and closed the distance between you, "Come oooon, let's just go out there and have some fun! We're playin' some ball- I want'cha to watch me win!"

His big, adoring eyes chipped at your guard. Instead of getting lost in them, you looked to the side, to the corner you were changing in when you first started feeling like this bikini was a horrible idea.

A frown made his entire face droopy when he saw your expression harden.

"I should've gotten a one-piece," You muttered.

It took a few moments for him to process what was so bad about that. It took him longer to come up with a response, which gave you enough time to shiver at the lack of space he gave you.

You felt horrible that you wanted to leave him, since he was the reason you were invited and had the courage to wear something like this in the first place. It just didn't stand up to how overwhelming the possibility of judgement might be.

Bokuto closed the gap even more so you'd look up at him, face set, "You always think too hard about this stuff."

Frustrated that he couldn't even grasp at the concept, you gripped your shirt harder.

He let up, physically unable to keep a mean mug on his face for more than a few seconds.

"I'm sure ya look real good-," His wild and unruly imagination inspired an obvious up-and-down with his eyes. Your heart skipped at his intense energy.

"So come on!" He tore himself away, grabbed your wrist, and didn't give you the chance to pick apart his tone, "Let's go!"

You weren't moving despite his jerk towards the door. A frustrated sigh made you feel a bit smaller.

He was pretty imposing when he was close to you, and not his usual high-energy self.

This topic of contention wasn't new. He brushed away your usual self-deprecating jokes, and called you cute on a number of occasions-- you thought it was a joke, or just politeness. But he never got irritated before.

"Need me to prove it?" His thumb hooked under his the hem of his trunks and pulled on them enough to make you give a quick, uneven:

"N-o,"

One uncontrollable glance down, and your face was burning fast.

You were pretty sure you just saw his dick. He laughed at your sheepish reaction and slapped a hand to the back of his neck.

"I dunno how else to convince you that you're fuckin' gorgeous."

You tried to pretend not to see him adjust, but he was watching you, like an owl waiting for his mousey dinner. It was difficult to not feel aroused and curious when you were so plainly desired and lusted after by this big, stupid hottie.

The air between you was warm and still.

After a moment of deliberation, your fingers gripped the edges of your shirt and you lifted it off. It was more of a test to see if he still felt the same.

"Damn," He sighed, lids heavy, thumb still hooked to his trunks.

His free hand guided your face up to his- you found no reason to deny him a needy, raunchy kiss. He was so forward, there was no room to doubt or overthink his intentions when his hands were filling with your hips and chest so fervently.

You had never felt so wanted before.

The ease in which he picked you up and set you onto the bed forced a startled moan against his lips.

He sucked a toothy kiss to the side of your mouth with a boyish giggle, "Sooo pretty."

This time, you took his compliment as it was intended. Unlike the countless other times he told you that and you assumed the worst.

He was only gone for the moment it took for him to wrench his own trunks off, leaving him completely bare with a generous size straining against the air.

Being naked truly didn't bother him at all. He looked so natural it was like he could walk outside like that, completely fine.

You envied his simplistic mind.

His cock was burning hot against your skin once he sandwiched it between yourself and his weight.

If there was one thing you could tell from his messy, rushed kissing, it was that he hated taking things slow. It took a few deliberate whines to keep him from yanking on the bottom piece of your bikini.

He melted at your successful efforts and the squeeze of your legs around his hips.

Your hands fluttered over his strong back, pushing, pulling, poking here and there at some hard muscles that you didn't even know existed. You wanted to enjoy as much of him as you could.

To keep his discomfort at bay, he rubbed himself against your softness, breath labored and hot on your lips.

"'Need you so fuckin' bad," He laughed, unable to cope with his peaked impatience.

This time you didn't fight his efforts to remove your bikini bottoms-- but you gasped at his unhinged lick to the inside, where you had been slowly getting them wet.

He tossed them to the side with a smile and pulled you to the edge of the mattress so he could stand. This was better for his control, in his opinion.

The guy had clocked this height to work before you had even expressed any interest much earlier.

Another few kisses you had to reign him in for and he was sliding against you, getting himself coated with your wet, yearning to be inside you already.

It helped that he gave you such a good view.

His hands kept your twitchy, plush thighs still as he pushed into you.

You gave a fretful sound, not quite as prepared for his size as you preferred.

A guttural groan escaped from him, one that only further proved his bottomless lust as valid. You watched his face tighten, then drop into something a bit sleepier- it helped you adjust better, feeling, seeing, hearing exactly how much he wanted you.

His big, strong hand grabbed the bottom half of your face, "That feel good, baby?"

He didn't wait for you to respond to him before stealing a few hungry, rough kisses from your puffy lips.

When he pulled away after stealing enough of your breath, his head flew back and left you to watch his taut, muscular body twitch and flex as he fucked deeper into your cunt.

An absolute piece of art was taking you, in a stranger's bed no less.

"Ah-h!" You whined as he set an intense pace.

His cock felt so good, stretching you out over and over again, and you gladly adjusted to his unquestionable enthusiasm.

A handsome, boyish sound was his giddy chuckle, "Ya like that?"

Those skilled, eager thrusts resonated throughout your entire body- he watched your tits bounce in your strappy top under him in a stupid daze. His hands were filled with the plush of your hips, constantly stretching to grab and pull more of you onto him.

He fucked you like he'd never get the chance to again. Under his touch, you felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. Nothing else mattered much in comparison.

"Fuck, yeah," It came out in a whimper, but still captivated him like you'd muttered some spell.

His satisfied moan at your affirmation was choked and uneven. He nabbed one of your wrists to place a kiss on, but his pussy-fixated brain could handle one thing at a time.

You needed him deeper- fuck, he looked so pretty panting on your wrist like that.

The squeeze of your thighs stalled him. His eyes were filled with a confused, yet intrigued restlessness when you pushed on him so you could flip over.

"Mm, yeah, yeah- That's so-o fucking hot!!" Bokuto whined.

He let you take the lead because he loved seeing your confidence shine through. It was beyond sexy watching you own it and put your ass in the air for him.

"Oh, f-uck," He moaned, breathless as he sunk into you.

You squeezed around him when he landed a hard slap on your soft, supple skin.

Yeah, this was all you needed. Next time you were feeling down, this perfect man could just fuck the insecurity out of you.

You settled into a deep stretch with a nice arch for him and felt a calloused hand pressing into your lower back to keep you still.

He certainly hated wasting time.

At this point you leaned into it, crying whiny curses into the pillow beneath you while he fucked you hard.

His heart skipped a few beat when you cried, uneven at each thrust, "Feel s-o good, Bokuto"

His nails dug hard into your ass, his breath getting choppier, voice raspy when he told you, "Been waitin' so long."

He laughed, barely swallowing his own whine at the threat of needing to cum so bad.

"You'll get this- h-ah," He winced, having to stall a moment when you clenched around him, "Nex-t 'ime you wanna act all fuckin' shy..."

Your climax was hard and fast, rendering you a bit lightheaded as he pounded his last few strokes out and finished all over your ass.

Everything was hot and hazy when he rolled onto his back next to you. You slid so you were laying onto your tummy.

His big, goofy grin was a bit cloudy in your vision: "One more?"

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[cottonlemonade]

You made the fatal flaw of stretching on the couch as your husband Kotarou came out of the bedroom, thus letting your hoodie ride up and revealing his greatest weakness - your generous tummy pouch. 

“Ah, yesssss.” 

He quickly shuffled over to kneel by the coffee table and peppered the soft exposed area with kisses, making you squeak because his stubbles tickled. “Perfection…”, he said, muffled, because he now smooshed his face into it.

[uravitypng]

Koutaro's kinks, let's talk about it 🤓 even better with our chubby reader🤩☝🏼

eeek !! i'm soooo excited to talk about him !!♡

praise- koutaro LOVES praise!! giving and receiving. he likes being told about how good he's making you feel and how much you love him. he likes praising you, if you have self esteem issues or you don't bokuto is going to do everything in his power to constantly remind you how wonderful and pretty you are. "so gorgeous baby, my pretty girl. just perfect, i love you."

size kink- his size kink kicks in whenever he's around you because you're just so soft and squishy (smaller than him in height too, because he's superrr tall) and he loves having you under him, his large form caging you in between his arms. "you look so good under me, i could just eat you right up." he's so much bigger than you and can pick you up like you weigh nothing, pressing your pudgy body against his harder firm body makes his head go fuzzy. he will manhandle you without even realising it, he just wants your soft small body where he wants you to be and will move you to make sure you are there.

breeding- boy oh boy does he have a breeding kink. the idea of filling you up for hours sounds like heaven. "come on babe, you can get that later. i'm sure you're sore. if you really want your charger i can get it for you," he thinks you don't know whats happening. you do. he doesn't want to have any of his cum drip out of you. it would be a waste, the only place his cum should be is in you with no chance of any spilling out.

daddy kink- he obviously knew about daddy kinks but he never thought he had one. the idea didn't seem super appealing to him and he never thought to ask anyone to call him it in bed butttt when you accidentally slip out a breathy moan of 'daddy' when he slides into you his pace becomes unsteady because holy hell did that sound good coming out of your mouth. his previously stated breeding kink is doubled. bokuto's super into it and it never fails to get a blush out of him.

the more common it's become with you both the more confident he will get in indulging himself with calling you 'mama/mummy' while folding you in half and plowing into you, making sure by the end of the night you end up with at least three loads of his cum in you. "that feel good? want daddy to make you a mummy?" "want daddy to fill you up?"

[lunamochii]

makeouts with bokuto is always top notch because this man CAN and WILL carry you anywhere without missing a beat on having his tongue wrap around yours.

[strwbivy]

i've been thinking about using bokuto's lap as a pillow...

you dropped your head upon bokuto's lap, the fat of his thigh spreading wider as you rested on it. bokuto, who was immersed, scrolling on his phone. his attention was all on his device until he felt a slight weight settle on his thigh. he then peels his eyes away from his phone, pushing the power button of it as he whips his head down to look at his lap.

he sees your head, prettily resting down on his beefy thigh. the corner of his mouth tugs upwards as he gingerly pats the crown of your head. you closed your eyes, letting yourself wash over the soothing feeling from the warmth of bokuto's body and his touch on your head, that delicately caressed your hair, so delicate that it's almost light as a feather.

in that moment, nothing else mattered except for what's currently happening right now. the both of you relaxed completely, no words were spoken, only the sounds of easy breaths were filling the room.

bokuto continued to brush and soothe your hair, removing a few strands of hair away from your eyes.

"feeling comfy, aren't we?" he teased, his voice spoken softly. you let out a soft chuckle at his comment before adjusting yourself, letting your back lay on the couch, but your head still remained on bokuto's lap.

a seemingly delighted expression was displayed on your face, you hair being slicked back a bit too much from how long bokuto's was brushing it up.

"well why wouldn't i be?" you questioned while your head relaxed even more into his bulky yet soft thigh. you let out a hearty giggle, pinching the plump of his quads, before speaking through your cheeky smile.

"your thighs are so soft, like pillows."

a/n: this fic is not proofread whatsoever, also posts will be infrequent because i actually have a life outside of tumblr!! yayy!! stress!! anyways, what i really wanna say is thank for all the support you have given me, i very much appreciate everything and we are so close to 100 followers! might do smth special for that hehe.

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[springsmile]

thinkin abt needy yan bokuto who takes ur virginity for the first time

bokuto who roughly possesses you— takes your jaw into his hand and (with a bruising vigor) presses his lips to yours. there’s a momentary dink of your teeth meeting, before his tongue is acquainting itself with yours. slick and warm, mapping the expanse of your mouth.

your protests muffled—your head is immobilized but trembling with the effort to shake your head, recoil.

“cmon baby, wanna make you feel good.” he’s pleading, the sound floating into your mouth and you’re choking on its sheer saccharinity.

“you want this, i know you do.” your inner thighs are pulsing at the cupping of his impressive torso. it’s a hamstring stretch in itself. even worse, his fingers maneuver around the dampened lace of your panties and tug them aside. they’re sticking to the side of your labia, and the sensation has you responding viscerally.

his next movement is unceremonious. his thick and coarse fingers plunge inside of you— the pads kissing the sides of your walls, and nicking that spot—your eyes bulge, mouth glistening and agape in a soundless cry.

“see? look how wet you are.”

if you had the capacity, you’d be gritting your teeth, but your only outright means of defiance was a breathy gasp, “b-bokuto, stop.”

he pulls back from the countless open-mouthed love bites he’d carefully worked into your neck (glowing red, incomplete circles, shining beautifully), and tilts his head.

“but i don’t want to.”

it doesn’t sound malicious. it doesn’t even look like it. but it’s petulantly dangerous. more so, he wants something, and what he wants is wrapped up in his hands. he has unparalleled strength to covet it, so it’s his. you’re not going anywhere.

he can’t even understand why you’re begging him to stop.

the tempo is incomprehensible, absolutely nonsensical. you hope his fingers cramp—the strokes keep evolving. shallow, quick, slow, deep and curled. bokuto presses his lips to your ear, so warm and wet, the same stimulus expressed by every inch of your skin. he’s panting, mewling like it’s you who’s torturing him.

“please, please let me eat you out, princess. god, please. i need it.” he’s near whimpering. it’s downright pathetic. “we’ll feel so good. i swear, i swear baby. please.”

you can’t even breathe.

his head is lowering to that precious, sensitive space between your thighs, lips closing around your nervous nub. your hands leap to his hair, fistfuls gathered in each, and you’re pulling. you can’t figure out if you’re pushing him away or keeping him in place. his tongue scales the side of your clit, and with hollowed cheeks, he suckles tightly. air-tight, and pulsating under the muscle.

callouses are petting your sides, his fingers twitching as they reach the valley of your breasts, before climbing to your nipples. he’s pinching tightly, rolling them between his forefingers and thumbs with a passion akin to the same extended to your cunt.

a strangled gasp scratches your throat, you’re vibrating at the stimulation, and as soon as he releases the bud with a reverberating pop!, something so balmy and intense rips open at the pit of your stomach. chest heaving, you ride the high with fabric-clad fists.

he’s still slurping, varying between tantalizing kitten-licking to full on fucking you on his tongue. every part of bokuto was fucking jacked and graced by boggling strength, the bruises left on your tits and your thighs weren’t as jarring as the force behind each thrust of his tongue.

his head retreats unexpectedly, and you’re fervently grappling at this moment of reprieve— but before you can suck in much needed mouthfuls of air, he’s pressing his sticky tip to your hole. precum and your slick smears and trickles onto the sheets, yielding a sickening solution of lust. its warmth intermingles with that of your sweat, frigid with dread, leaving your skin crawling and begging to be satiated more than before.

you jerk, fear tightening your joints as your eyes snap open, “n-no, wait!”

your hips creak under his grip, and when your gaze languidly meets his, you’re resigned, blinking back tears of desperation. he’s not humping your leg all needy and pleading anymore. he’s not entertaining your begs or pleas of yield. he’s not begging or pleading with you anymore, either. he’s gonna take you. but don’t worry!! he’ll make you feel real good <3

[tootiecakes234]

Bokuto loving chubby reader

Warning(slightly suggestive)

This man buys oversized clothes for himself just to make sure they fit you when you steal his clothes. Will also spray his hoodies with a little of his cologne cuz he knows you love smelling like him.

Is a big fan of you sitting on his lap. The first few times you try and argue cuz you think you’re too heavy, but all he does it smile at you and tell you he’s not in the gym everyday for no reason. Sit your ass down!

Always hugs from behind and rests his hands on your plump tummy. It’s so soft and squishy. He needs something to keep him occupied and this is the easiest way to go.

Likes going with you to buy clothes. His fave thing to see you in is a short little dress/skirt. Tells you to wear whatever makes you comfy cuz he knows how to fight.

Ko has gotten really good at reading you. He can tell when you’re doubting yourself and he absolutely cannot stand that because he thinks you are perfect. Will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

He’s had a bad day and has gone complete emo mode. All you gotta do to perk this sweet boy up, is throw on some thigh high socks and his jersey with nothing on underneath. Emo mode forgotten, horny mode activated.

When snugglin, he loves to lay between your thighs with his head on your tummy. Will knock out in 5 seconds if you play with his hair while he’s like this.

Bo does not get angry easily at all, but if anyone were to ever have the audacity to make you feel bad (about anything really) but particularly about your size because he knows you struggle with it sometimes, he would be ready to end them. Does not play about you.

[tsuchishima]

❀ — A GUIDE TO BOKUTO'S MOODS ๋࣭ ⭑ ❁

WARNINGS | none

GUIDEBOOK | types of bokuto's moods, problems and solutions, bokuto in conclusion (will be continued after making a new acc)

WC | 0.5k words ~ GENRE | fluff / slight crack

A/N | this is slightly rushed. why? i'm making a new acc! i got tired with my current theme and decided to switch to a new one. ENJOY READING READER !

NOTEBOOK COVER + PAPER (visual reference)

๋࣭ ⭑ ⚝ — PROBLEMS AND SOLUTIONS !

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ PROBLEM & SOLUTION 1 // VOLLEYBALL MATCH problem context : a perfect set was tossed to him, and he ran up to spike the ball. his hand perfectly aimed at the center as he jumped and spiked it, only to be blocked by one of middle blockers of the opposing team. he groaned and as the next few more rounds started his performance started to go bad. and you guessed it. he's in his emo mode, and he yells out his very expected line "don't toss to me anymore!" he says, pointing to akaashi. possible solution/s : start thinking of solutions that could help uplift his mood. and make sure to imagine all of the possible outcome when you try to do something, whether it's bad or good. also, if he does say his infamous line then just don't toss to him anymore. it's would seem wrong but it would work. his desire to spike will only grow more as he watches getting ignored by his setter. after a few rounds of tossing to other players you can now set to him again, making him get a point—his mood now being back to a cheery one. make sure to praise him afterwards too.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ PROBLEM & SOLUTION 2 // VOLLEYBALL MATCH problem context : he's playing in the nationals, and he starts to get frustated as he realizes in the court he's playing in is small compared to the main court hinata is playing in. his mood is starting to go downhill. he's in the edge of going emo mode. some of his team members starts to notice this as his hand accidentally slipped on his hands—causing for them to lose a point. he then feels defeated. his shoulders sloping as he looks at the not so high ceiling of the court. he feels terrible. possible solution/s : it's very simple to resolve this problem. just explain that because the court is much smaller more attention is on to him, and that in the main court only 1/4 of the people will be watching him. he will definitely start contemplating at the explanation and would start to look at the loud cheery crowd. he would then start to agree with you even though what you said was half-true, that's bokuto for ya'

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ PROBLEM & SOLUTION 3 // A BAD MOOD problem context : he's feeling downcast. by what? who knows. but all you need to do now is to comfort him. he's probably hiding in a enclosed and dark place. tables, chairs, random things he squeeze in-between he hides in those objects just to feel secure. but it doesn't help him with feeling unhappy. possible solution/s : praise him. just literally praise him, or help him with what he's having trouble with. just a praise from someone that means to him can take his mood to a whole turn. you can also try to ask to practice volleyball with you to try and 'improve' your skills but in reality you're just trying to cheer him up. this may work since he just loveeesss spiking. he quite literally has an endless amount of stamina when it comes to practicing.

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[dolliestfairy]

Μ𝘺 Lі𝗍𝗍ᥣᥱ Aᥒցᥱᥣіᥴ 𝖥ᥲіr𝘺 ༊ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ ✧ 𝅄࣪ ׅ

Bokuto Koutaro Headcanons with chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy that loves to wear Coquette/Dollette clothes Aesthetic.

Photos credit @fairydxlll on pinterest ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭

༊ Notes : As someone who is chubby and love coquette/dollette aesthetic, i'm making this headcanons for those who are just like me and also if you like bokuto koutaro then maybe its a plus-plus also 🥧୧₊˚

༊ Warnings : Roasting, A little Violence (not towards reader) A little Spicy, but overall 99% fluff so enjoy! also reader skin color is not Announced.

Enjoy My Fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ

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• This man love how the clothes you brought compliment your body and your skin.

• no seriously though, he can just spend his time watching you getting dressed wnd stuff.

• but nothing can compare to him watching you compliment your own self in the mirror. he love watching your confident.

• he also love getting you things that matched your Aesthetic.

• he love how bright you are, how sweet the colors of it looks on you, he loves how the fabrics compliment your skin and your appereance

• even you without any of it is still beautiful tho 😏

• he also love seeing you pose with untouch feet with your fairy wings, he thinks its cute.

• everytime when its halloween, he's going to buy you like the prettiest, the cutest, and the most beautiful fairy coquette dress vibes for you.

• he had no shame to show others that you're his girlfriend, that you're a perfect person for him.

• he's going to full on twitter-roast if someone commenting something bad about you. and yes, he did not feel remorse. "But They Deserve it Hun!!".

• if you felt insecure because of somebody, Dont be surprised that tomorrow or 2 days later they'll come to you and they'll be at their knees begging for forgiveness.

• and if you felt insecure because your ownself, he will try his best to comfort you, you want more lovely sweet pink clothes? you want foods? do you want compliment? fluffy sex? cuddle? new accesories? you want new lovely bedroom? no problem. lets go find some tiptoe <3.

• his hand always at your waist, guarding you.

• he also tried his best to keep the secret that you're a fairy.

• the only person that know this far was only him and akaashi.

• he may sometimes act a bit possesive and overprotective but he just want his cute chubby fairy girlfriend to be safe <33

• he's a good boyfriend, although not as good as in the bed, but he is always trying his best to comfort you anytime you need him, he loves you loves you love love lovess you so much.

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Am I pretty?

Feeling down? don't worry, your dear Kou and Kei will take care of you. Characters: Bokuto Koutaro x chubby reader x Akaashi Keiji.

You think I'm ugly (Don't you?) And I know you hate my body

You sighed as you looked at your friend Keiji, he seemed content in the volleyball court, setting for the loud Bokuto.

The duo were inseparable, after all they had been friends since little.

As a group of girls passed by, you heard them giggle, looking into the direction of your two friends, hearing them whisper and chuckle.

You frowned at your half eaten food, thoughts going to grim and obscure places about your appearance and most importantly about how your two best friends looked at you.

They would never see you as a woman, after all you're not slim and dainty and fragile, you have a bigger frame, thick thigs and cellulite, as well as some chub on your arms and stomach.

You set down your container with a sigh and looked at the manga editor and professional athlete in front of you, tossing the ball between each other.

Your sigh captured their attention, the ball falling to the ground until Bokuto picked it up, both of them joining you in the small picnic mat you had set up for the three of you.

"What's wrong, pretty?" Bokuto was the first one to ask, his yellow eyes slightly hidden by the black cap on his head.

"You can tell us anything, lovely… what's bothering you?" Akaashi asks while looking at you and pulling a strand of hair from your face.

Your frown deepens as you think you're bothering your friends with some useless thoughts, so you plaster a slight smile on your face.

"nothing much! College has me stressed that's all!" you lie through your teeth and while the answer satisfies Bokuto, it doesn't satisfy Akaashi, who just sighs.

"you're lying.. You have a smile on but it looks empty… besides, you haven't even finished your food.. Weren't you very hungry before? You always eat a lot and now you've barely eaten"

You pull a face at his words, of course he'd think you always eat, you're nothing but a fat friend. That's what you do.

"are you saying that I'm not okay because I didn't finish my food? Is that all you guys think I am? Just the fat friend who's always associated with food, right? Because I have this body I can't be anything more than just the fat friend"

You explode slightly, voice hard and eyes teary.

"pretty? That's not what Akaashi meant…"

"of course not! But it still stings to hear that you guys don't like my body! No one, not even you guys will ever see me as a woman and it hurts!" you sigh into your hands, crying softly.

You feel Bokuto's calloused hands pull away your hands from your face and feel Akaashi wipe your tears away.

"Sweetie, you can always change your ways… and we'll be there to help you out.. " Akaashi murmurs, watching you sniffle and nod

"I'm shit at cooking though, Kei.."

"we'll cook for you, love…"

Bokuto grabs one of your hands and Akaashi the other one, each of them raising them to kiss your knuckles, a smile affectionate smile on their face.

"who told you we don't like your body?" Akaashi murmurs against your skin.

"We've always liked your beautiful thighs… and your soft arms, and your cute tummy… we love you very much but we also get it if you want to change…" Bokuto smiles softly at you, then nuzzling his face into your neck.

"you're the most beautiful woman we have ever seen, lovely"

Tell me love oh "Am I pretty?"

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You tilted your head, eyes narrowed a little at the generous, clear bulge in his tiny shorts.

"Can I see it?"

He fisted the sheets in his excitement that you were thinking the same thing, biting his cheek so he didn't shout. Just by the obvious elation on his face, you could tell he was in the process of holding back a million bad responses.

Instead, he let his hands talk, lips crashing against yours all rough and thirsty as he pulled it out. You didn't want his kisses, though-- you grinned as you avoided what you could, so you could see.

Propped up on your elbows, you looked from his vigilant stare, trailing down his sculpted, smooth body down to his cock between your tummies.

It looked heavy.

You quickly learned that it was hot, too, as he guided your palm around it, and used your hand to pump himself. Your heart was racing- it was so weird, and you liked it so much, and he liked it even more.

Bokuto always stood by the idea that 'it always feels/tastes/sounds better when somebody else does it.' The kind of guy to only drink out of other peoples' cups, ask other people to read things out loud to him, massage a part of his shoulder he could get but won't.

While you didn't know what you were doing in the slightest, and he was controlling your pace, even the harsh grip, it still felt 40x better than all the jerking off he usually did.

His tongue got confident, and a bit curious, diving deeper past your teeth. He was just trying in whatever way he could to be inside of you. The weight of his body became more substantial.

You loved feeling his strength falter, his lust heightening, compelling him to get closer.

When he pulled away, he looked a little crazy- like he forgot to smile, or something. It was the nature of his eyes to not look very friendly, but it gave the impression that he was really holding himself back.

"Are- you okay?"

"Just-," He takes a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut for a second, like he's recalibrating, "Feels really g-ood."

He wasn't prepared in the slightest for the smile you gave him. It was sweet, and prideful, and too cute with his cock in your hand.

That tortured look was back, briefly before he shoved his face in the nook of your shoulder.

"Fuck-! I need you s-o bad," He whined, pitiful, "Are- h-ahh, you ready yet?"

You could try.

With a question like that, asked so sweet, so sugary- you hummed against his hair, not quite understanding what 'ready' meant.

You hardly noticed how he plucked a condom from his shorts, somewhere in the mess of sheets to the left of you- and slid it on between clumsy kisses. Lots of practice must've made the process second nature.

It was difficult, to say the least, adjusting to him. His eagerness was already so spoken for, and you realized too late that you probably did need more time.

Bokuto could feel it too, though.

He could hear it in the thinly-veiled fear, making your voice waver, break, as you asked him to be gentle with you.

"Even if it takes all night," He kissed your nose while you couldn't move away, "I'll wait for ya."

Rough hands, so used to force and recklessness, practiced paying attention through running smooth lines across your skin.

Those hard kisses turned softer, slower, across your jaw and down your throat. He moved at a near imperceptible pace, just to get you accustomed to all of his size.

"Sooo pretty," He whispered to himself, forehead heavy on yours as he closed his eyes, "Fuck..."

The discomfort was just starting to be overshadowed with better, pleasurable, buzz. Your legs were slowly relaxing, a jelly-like feeling that spread from your thighs, squished comfy next to his hips, down to your toes.

Bokuto was capable of deliberate and soft sex. He wasn't always an animal, and he wasn't ignorant to somebody else's needs.

He was just excitable, and stupid. But all he needed was a whisper, a hint, or a reminder sometimes.

You kissed the tip of his nose, a way of telling him you were okay. Your fingers started to rake through his spiky hair, and the little smile on your face waited for him to he open his eyes.

"Shit--," He stole another few kisses from you, "Oh, you're so- mh- you're soo cute."

Between kisses, his tongue lagged, always proceeded by a sharp sigh. Almost like he was struggling to multitask. It made you curious when it started to get more frequent.

"Sh-it--h-ahh--," His curse broke into a shocked whine-- he stalled, deep.

Your higher, cuter sound at how good it felt did nothing to help to bring him down.

You watched him bite his own wrist, a small concern furrowing his brow.

Craving more, and only knowing one way to cheer him up, you rolled your hips up and locked your ankles around him with a squeeze.

"W-ait, waitwaitwait," He seethed, "Ahh- fuck-- stop moving babygirl- stop moving."

The person he looked down at was no longer a shy little nerd, incapable of handling his flirty second nature. Your mouth was curled into a coquettish grin, your pecks soft and affectionate and too much, scattered around his face.

He had to cum so bad that he felt sick. He had to look through you- draw blood to his palm, just to clear his filthy mind.

"Do I really feel that good?" You giggled- beyond flattered by his tortured expression.

There was no beat between the end of your sentence and his hushed response, "Yes."

You knew about vague stereotypes of guys with shitty endurance. You didn't have first-hand experience until you watched his expression shift, swirling, panic and euphoria taking one another over again and again.

He 'ruined' his orgasm by keeping your needs first. He knew you couldn't take what he wanted. His body was like iron, forced motionless, like a statue, except for the rapid, uneven rise and fall of his chest.

It looked like a delicious mix of pained and sexy as he came, almost perfectly still, so he didn't hurt you.

A kind of psychotic, intrusive desire made you tense-- the curious, hungry want to get rid of the condom between you. How much better would that have felt without it?

The sheets groaned, fabric snagging and snapping, under his grip. His body was all flexed up for you to watch. You knew he was trying to keep you in mind, so you didn't try anything too cute until he started relaxing, again.

"Hm-mmph--, fuck--," He groaned, a tremble in his arms as he slowly pulled out.

His exhaustion was short-lived, only manifested in a breathiness in his chuckle.

"Good thing I brought two."

This time you saw him take out a second one- but it wasn't just two. He had a whole row of condoms in his pocket this entire time.

You giggled at how he tore the second one off. What could he have possibly been thinking to bring seven along?

Bokuto harnessed some pornstar-like efficiency, tearing the outside open and pumping the latex onto himself with no waste of energy.

"Y'know," He cocked his head to the side, silly, despite his thumb sliding over your clit, "I've never cum that fast."

"Mmn-h-- Ah- that's- that's good--," You struggled.

A useful thing to know, sure, but it's not like you really cared- he never got soft. It was a non-issue because he was still clearly up for more.

He filled you back up so easy and slow, his thumb prodding stuttery waves of pleasure where there was once pain. He watched it with an air of pride about him. He sat up straighter, focused on where he disappeared into you. He soaked in all your twitching until he got his fill.

Only when he was satisfied did he lean down to his elbows to check on you.

Your had to fill your hands with his perfect muscles, all bouncy and twitchy at how overstimulated you got him. He was huffing, swallowing his groans so he didn't look uncool-- restrained or not, he would've looked just as cute.

He just wanted to fuck you good. For you to remember it well.

"Mmnh-! You're so big-,"

Those giant, fuck-me-harder eyes kept his shoulders tight. His hand was gripping your hip like a vice and bringing you down onto him.

His cock sank deep, a grumbly sound under his quiet, breathy whining-- your breath caught, and you had the brief revelation that you had been missing out on this for so long. How long had they been friends for? Years?

You wanted to make up for all the lost time. You locked your ankles around him for the second time, your hands pulling him back so you could put some hickeys all up and down his thick neck.

Though you had some vague idea that he loved when you hugged him close, you didn't understand the depth in which it turned him on.

It was one of those quick-affirming, sweet and wordless praises that resonated so hard with Bokuto's insatiable need to be validated.

He had to ask. He wanted more, he wanted to hear you.

"That feel good?" His hand cupped your entire jaw, forcing your eyes on his, ever so focused.

Your grip on his forearm was like an ant trying to push over a tree. It would never budge. And when it didn't, it took very little time to realize you actually liked it there. Your reflex did nothing to serve you, but you kept your hand still to prod at the muscle.

The breath you took to answer him was wasted on another moan.

"Ah-h--,"

"I want ya to tell me," His insistence was daunting, but filled with need.

"I--,"

Your nails were digging into his skin, and you were gasping, trying to tell him you were close- but none of it came out properly.

It was all just improper, uncontrollable, unmasked whining.

A bit late, he was witness to your adorable realization that you were cumming. He murmured a small, infatuated, "Aww..."

His lips pressed hard to your temple, and he let you pull him in, offering only the bulk of his shoulder as consolation for his deeper thrusts. It was a taste of what he could give you if only this wasn't your first, if you had been used to him from the start.

An orgasm had never felt so filled out, before. Like it was larger than you, stronger than anything you'd be able to craft on your own, from just your fingers. It was him. His cock, but moreso was his intensity and devotion to getting you there and fucking you all the way through it.

His hand was still cupping the bottom half of your face, but not covering your mouth. God, he wanted the entire world to know how good he made you feel. Especially Kuroo. Fuck that guy for keeping you a secret.

"Good girl, ohh- you did so good," He was slowing, still seeing those last, shallower, mellow waves through with dedication, "Sound sooo pretty."

Those eyes were softer, but still eating you up, savoring you while you were all messy for him.

Were you dating, now? It felt like you had been shot forward about ten years with this guy.

A light buzzing -the muted ring of a phone- was somewhere near you, interrupting your giggly, feel-good vibe. Again, and still just as surprising, Bokuto slowly pulled out of you and made quick work of that second condom.

He patted around the sheets for the source of the sound.

"Oh!"

He let the ringing continue- he had to get his idea out immediately: "That totally reminds me! I should get you a vibrator or something."

Jaw slack, you weren't given the opportunity to respond, before he answered. You lay there, a bit shivery and empty-feeling, as he hugged your thigh over his own.

"Hellooo?"

It was quiet. There was a faint, urgent, tone on the other side.

"Ummmm..."

His fingers tapped against your skin. He was lost in deep thought of how to respond. You were glad you couldn't hear the words being spoken, because you knew it was not going to be a pleasant earful.

"Yeah-... I mean, we were just talking... and... stuff."

Bokuto got droopier. He sank, sitting on his heels, still sitting butt-naked and hugging your thigh. You squeezed one of your blankets to your chest and frowned.

"It's nothing personal, man..."

He held the phone away from his ear as he was verbally berated, a pout making his whole face look cartoonishly sad. It was difficult, on your end, to understand that he could both be super into you and want to stay friends with Tetsurou.

"Would it make it any better iiiif I told you we were dating now?"

Bokuto winced and slid his free hand back and forth over your leg as consolation, for himself.

"Yeahyeahyeah, I gotchu, yeahyeah. Okay'bye," He hung up at the soonest crafted opportunity.

"Soooo," He sighed, distraught, instantly making up any distance between you. He dropped so much weight atop your sore body and covered you like a warm, weighted blanket, that you struggled to get air in your lungs.

"He's... not... happy."

The big dummy on top of you deflated with each word in a dismal decrescendo.

You had to wriggle around to find somewhere to breath from; room for your chest to expand at least a little.

"I thought you knew that?"

Bokuto made a high humming sound, feet kicking in the air, "Mmmmmmyeahhh, kinda, but..."

You freed one arm to wrap around him, so you could play with his hair, "He can't stay mad forever. He'll see that you're not- harmful- I guess, eventually."

He let his brow relax, shoved hard into your shoulder, and took in your new comforting scent.

Part of you couldn't blame your brother for assuming the worst. It took until incredibly recently for you to understand the full scale of Bokuto's fixation.

Despite all his sad body language, he couldn't have been that worried, because he was already back to sly, tongue-centered kisses on your neck.

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Thinking about how, much like the cheese tax for dogs when cooking, Bokuto has a ham tax. If you’re preparing your work lunch, he gets real close, hands resting softly on your squishy hips, and barely audibly whimpers into to your ear (very reminiscent of your pupper) until you feed him a slice that was supposed to be on your sandwich. Once he leaves, you see your dog sitting patiently tail slightly wagging, waiting for his cheese.

a/n: I wanna work on the next request and all my brain is doing is singing the Cheese Tax song.

[noonajoe]

He Protects You From Reporters (Bokuto x Reader)

"I'm always proud of her"

Characters: Bokuto Koutaro x Chubby!Reader

Word Count: 652

©noonajoe (Published on 11 March 2023 - 21:14 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

He’s a really damn good boyfriend

He met you because you’re the branding manager of his team in order to promote your team to an international volleyball match

When he saw you, you were a little overweight and you were pretty cool when you present her ideas and talk to other members. Upon that, he’s really curious about you, during the process of knowing each other, Bokuto learned that you’re really organized, and tidy, and also you’re always giving him comfort, also some advice when he’s in the bad mood.

Those sides of you make him want to get closer to you when you ask him to accompany you to the gym, he’s getting more *obsessed* with you

Sometimes got jealous because day by that you were not getting skinnier, but just a little chubby and he got jealous sometimes when some boys complimented about your changes.

He’s so proud of you, and in the end, he confesses to you that he’s been liking you since the first time they know each other.

But she worried so much that, ‘she’ dated Bokuto? The most famous player at MSBY Black Jackal? In the end, she asked him to give her more time to think

At first, Bokuto frowned hearing that, but he beamed showing his bubbly side that he was okay waiting for you!

Suddenly, when you both go out of the gym, many reporters and fans already capture pictures of both of you, asking Bokuto about who is this person beside him.

You are shocked and panicked when you realize you didn’t have a mask to cover your face. All you have is a shirt and a hat. 

He quickly moved you behind him so the reporters can't have your picture

“If you make us uncomfortable in the future, you will stand with my lawyer that you had been disturbing someone’s private life,” he said, you hide behind him while he’s grabbing your hand tightly.

“Who’s that chubby girl you hide? Is that your partner?” one fan asked while recording him with their phone.

He remained silent, and said, “Yeah, and?”

You shocked hearing his answer, put a little pinch on his back

“And please don’t use ‘chubs’ like that, she’s just a girl, no need to add that mocking adjective,” he said with an angry expression, he knows how dirty an obsessive fan is.

“One more step and I will ask for gym CCTV recording as proof you were disturbing our lives,” he asked. After that, he grabs your hand and went to your house.

“Bokuto-san, I didn’t give your answer yet,” you said with a little smile.

“Uh- sorry! Okay? I will clarify anything at tomorrow’s press conference! I’m so sorry Y/N that really shocked me as well :(“ he apologizes to you and bowed to you with a funny gesture.

“No! I mean, you… are so cool, Bokuto-san. Thank you, that’s really bold of you” she said, and he suddenly realized he still grabs your hand.

“Ah! Sorry! I didn't mean to” he let go of your hand, and suddenly the situation gets awkward.

“So… for tomorrow…. I will make this right, I will tell them I’m just shocked, and you’re just my friend… and-”

“It’s fine”

“Wha- but… you’re”

“I accept your confession, Bokuto-san”

“Y-you don't have to if it's because of my dumb action beforehand! I'm still waiting even if it takes years, ok?!”

“No, I like you Bokuto Kotauro-san. Your brave side just a minute ago just made me like you more” she smiled, grabbed his hand, and stroke his knuckles smoothly.

Suddenly it gets silent

“You never stop making me happy, you know?” he closed his eyes, really blushing, indicating that he was really happy.

“Thank you for always supporting me, Bo-chan”, Bo-chan, his new nickname from his new girlfriend.

When a press conference happens, he stated, “She’s my new partner and I’m proud of her”

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DOZING OFF TOGETHER — BOKUTO KŌUTARŌ ‪♡‪

synopsis. you're away from bokuto for a long while now because of how busy college is, and because of this he begins to miss you so bad.

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you were at your university dorm. your body swayed side to side from how tired you are. those long ass lectures and lessons really made your brain worn out.

making your way to the bed. you flopped down onto the furniture, its springs making you recoil on the soft sheets of the bed.

you began to ease up after finally getting to be able to get some rest. stretching your arms, you let out a loud yawn while your eyelids began to droop down. the tiredness you felt all day is getting to you.

you shifted on the bed, closing your eyes, and your thoughts began to drift off as you started to fall asleep.

ring! ring! ring!

the phone beside you is vibrating and was playing your ringtone loudly over and over again. you groaned and tried to let the call pass by, but the mysterious caller seems to not give up easily.

sighing, you lift your head heavily. your hand then grabs the phone. your tired eyes opened up slightly when you saw the callers name.

'bokou <3'

it's the cute nickname that you gave him.

and without hesitation, your thumb presses the green button. you then were greeted by a loud voice. "Y/N BABYYYYYY! I MISS YOU!" he says, ending it with a happy giggle.

"heyy bokou," you reply, trying to sound excited, but the exhaustion stopped you from doing so. "babyy can you open your camera? i miss that pretty face of yours." he says, clearly smiling through his words despite not having his camera open.

"but bokou i look tired-" your words were then cut off by bokuto. "so? c'mon babyy i just miss you badlyyy!" he then opens his camera, showing his face that had a pouty expression and puppy dog eyes that you couldn't resist.

and of course, this little eye trick of his works on you.

"fine." you sighed out in defeat. you then pressed the camera button, and his pouty expression instantly vanished away, now replaced with a cheery one. "i missed your face so much.." he said, adoring your face despite you looking like an absolute mess, but he loves it otherwise.

you rolled your eyes, trying to put on an 'annoyed' appearance, but the slight curve on your mouth betrays you. the man giggles through the phone, having a bright smile on his face.

the both of you then talked and told about each other's day. some blabbering here and some blabbering over there.

bokuto then starts to ramble on and on about random things that occurred to his day. you then laugh occasionally, trying to keep up with his lively rambling. but as much you want to pay attention and listen to your boyfriend's jabbering, your sleepiness just won't go away.

your eyelids drooped, heavy with weariness. the weight of your tiredness threating you to put you into sleep. you began succumb to the feeling of falling asleep, but you jerk your head up to prevent it.

lifting your head to look at the screen, it appears to be that bokuto hasn't stopped chattering. he seems to be talking about how he thinks the number 8 looks 'weird', and switches on to a new topic with an old story of his on how his mind had an impulsive thought to do a cartwheel in the middle of the road with his friends watching him, and to no one's surprise of course he does it.

his mindless chatter goes through your ear and goes out of the other. the exhaustion is really getting to you.

your drooping eyes then completely close down. but instead of jerking up your head this time, your tired mind shuts down, and his words start to become a blur. you can feel your consciousness fade away, and eventually, you doze away to a deep slumber.

minutes pass by, and bokuto's chatter starts to slow down as he notices the very quiet silence. he raises his brow and looks at his phone.

the view of your face sleeping peacefully, displayed on his phone. his eyes observed your face, taking notice the dark circles under your eyes. he hears your gentle breaths being emitted through the phone, and his eyebrows automatically scrunches up. 'aw man, did she get tired from me constantly talking?' he thinks to himself, pouting and feeling a dejected.

he overthinks for a reason to you sleeping so easily, despite him being quite loud during the call. but then his mind clicks as he recollects you talking about how your day went. "ahh, i see.." he sighs in relief that he wasn't the cause of it.

his eyes, then look back at your sleeping self. He smiles slightly. "i guess your classes really did something to you, huh?" he says in a hushed tone to not awaken you. an idea then pops into bokuto's mind. "i really wish we could talk more, but i guess you can still listen to me!" he puts up a bright smile before telling more about his day, even though you're well asleep.

he chatters went endlessly. he finds comfort when you just stay and listen to him just chatting. i guess you could say he enjoys being by you, being always ready to listen to him.

but alas, his talking came to a halt. he eventually falls asleep, his phone slipping out of his hand a bit. and because he fell asleep during the call, he fails to end it.

the call then goes on for hours. delicate soft breaths were heard on his phone while loud snoring was heard on yours.

morning then came, the loud sounds of the bustling street woke you up. stretching your arms with a yawn, you then observed your messy bed.

you then caught the sight of your phone, it was on and black and white tufts of hair were visible. you squint your eyes trying to remember the events of yesterday.

you then recall the memory of you falling asleep, whilst bokuto was rambling energetically. now that you recalled things, you took your phone that was hot to touch because it was open for a long time.

watching your boyfriend sleep, you chuckle lightly. causing him to be waken up and turn around—facing the camera.

his tired eyes look at his phone, and he sees your pretty face looking through the camera. you smiled at him. "morning bokou, did you sleep well?" you asked "yup, you uh fell asleep while we called." he says, letting out a tired giggle.

he rubs his eyes before speaking again. "soo, what time are you gonna go home later?" he asks, hoping for an early time.

you look at him baffled "huh? what do you mean, bo?" you give him a confused look, and he mirrors it "what time are ya' going home..?" he repeats himself

"bokou.." you put your hand against your face, lightly massaging it "what?" his brow raised up. he then waits for your next words.

"i.. um.. i'm not going home till next m—"

" WHAAATTT?? " he says, cutting you off with a blaring voice that echoed through your phone.

" aughh but why?? " he whines, dragging out the last word.

he continued to whine and pout for the next few minutes of the call. you watched him toss and turn around, his camera wobbled violently. the slight feeling of guilt caused you to sigh. you then tried to cheer him up by saying random things, but it wouldn't work.

he just really wants to see you right now so badly (；′⌒`)

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[sems-diarie]

hinata, tendou, bokuto, deku, all might & aizawa like thick girls and I know that’s cannon i’ll make it cannon

ALL MIGHTTTTT IIII KNOWWWE HE WOULD!!! this ENTIRE line up is just MWAH <3

head empty, only pro hero deku folding you in half against the wall and it’s absolutely light work because he’s the strongest man <3

head empty, only tendou asking you to wear that one sundress because it looks so fucking pretty on you. nobody can fill that damn dress out like you!!

head empty, only Aizawa getting distracted by the TA’s thighs in that skirt while grading Class 1-A’s homework after school

bokuto is CANON to like plump girls. i don’t even—he’d definitely pick you up, too, though 🥺 after the team takes a dub!! arghcalspw just squats and lifts you by your thighs and spins you around 😭

HINATAAAA. i LOVE hinata y’all don’t even KNOW. but he does. i promise you he does. you’re just so squishy and his fingers love to squeeze into you and he loves to wrap himself around you—i—🥴🥴🥴

askgl and sorry i took so long, baby 🥺