#bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

[emmyrosee]

"Baby, have you seen my lip balm?"

Koutarou’s voice carries down the hall from the bathroom, and it makes you chuckle slightly as your thumbs don’t pause their scrolling. His words of slight panic have you not even a little surprised as you ignore them.

He’s always. Losing. Something. You’ve lost count of how many lip balms you’ve gotten him. The pairs of socks that end up scattered in the most obscure places. The phone chargers that are left randomly could power the entire city.

And while you’re not necessarily fed up with it, it definitely happens more than it should, and you’re not sure how to keep things from getting lost in his grasp and out of his sight.

With a sigh, you get up and make your way down the hall, grabbing your own lip balm and opening the bathroom door. The room is turned upside down, cabinets opened and flipped inside out, there’s stuff everywhere, and sure enough, no lip balm.

“Koutarou,” you scold, fake in your tone but serious enough to make him whine. You take out your own lip balm to rub it in just slightly.

“It was an accident!”

“Where was the last time you had it?”

“When I went to practice.”

“….okay. Which day of practice?”

“I’m not sure,” he whines.

“Koutarou.”

“Don’t say my name like that!” He whines. “I swear this one was supposed to be the last one! God, baby, this is killing me, I’m so sorry-“

Your hands move up to ungracefully cup his cheeks, pulling him down towards you with no real effort from him, given his surprise. With that, you offer him a big, noisy kiss, which he returns excitedly. Your lips press together, parting slightly to tease before pushing back again.

You hear him hum happily, trying to connect the kiss more before you gently push him away, sending him off with scarlet cheeks and a slightly glossy pout and a dopey look on his face.

“One more. I will buy you one more,” you say firmly, patting him on the chest before stalking away from him and leaving him in shock.

“Or you could do that!” He yelps. “Kissing me works just as good!”

“That won’t help you learn your lesson!”

He calls a quick “i won’t need a lesson!” after you, but you just chuckle and shake your head, picking up your phone to order a few extra chapsticks to scatter around the house.

[reocidal]

when your parents told you to follow your dreams, they didn't quite expect you to want to be a florist. consequently, they were also unsure of what to say when you opened up a quaint little flower shop in the most peaceful corner of the city. but hey, at least the "dream" that you followed wasn't a 6'5" tattooed criminal on the run from the police! so by the time the income started really flowing in, you had garnered all their support.

nowadays, with no important occasions around, business had become kind of slow. that didn't stop you from enjoying your job every single day, however, and said enjoyment only seemed to increase as a certain silver-haired gentleman slowly became a more and more common sight at your store.

the first time you saw him was almost a year ago. you'd dropped a bunch of change on the ground, and when you'd finally finished gathering the stupid coins into your hands, you'd noticed — to your chagrin — that someone was waiting for you to finish, and probably had been waiting for a while.

you'd stammered out a bunch of nonsensical apologies without really looking at him, blinking in surprise when he started laughing. the man in front of you, while being much taller and larger than you in general, was doubled over, giggling like a child. as the two of you exchanged small talk, it became clear to you that while he was loud, bold, audacious even, bokuto kōtarō’s soul was undeniably sweet — almost as sweet as the scent of the flowers he'd bought for older sisters. speaking of which, that was absolutely adorable. when he left that day, you could only hope to see him again. because, as you watched him walk away, spiky black-and-silver hair growing more and more distant with each passing second, you realized that the small interaction you'd had with him had resulted in him unwittingly stealing your heart in broad daylight.

as much as you'd wanted him to return, you didn't even think it’d happen this soon — a week and a half later, not that you kept count. of course not. you also didn't purposely spend more time fixing up the bouquet he was purchasing today, a get-well-soon present for someone's mother, apparently. how cute.

that day, he left you blushing and giggling like a teenager with a crush. to be fair, he had called you pretty. and in your opinion, he was prettier. you didn't see him for almost a month afterwards, when you'd almost given up hope. he'd spent extra time talking to you that day, as if to make up for missed visits, even after you’d fixed up his bouquet and he'd paid. in the excitement of seeing him again, you'd forgotten to make the bouquet slower than usual. but as you (dejectedly) waited for him to leave, he leaned against the counter oh-so-handsomely, large hand dwarfing the flowers comedically while he chatted with you about every topic that came to mind.

after this, the visits became more spaced out, but they never quite stopped. and everything went perfectly fine. if “perfectly fine” meant you falling harder for bokuto every time you saw him, and if it meant akaashi growing tired of the endless amounts of flowers that were dumped on him every other week.

until one day, when everything changed. bokuto hadn't come to (see you) buy flowers that day, and you were feeling a little disappointed (read: a LOT) when you finally moved to close for the day. it was only then when you heard a breathless gasp of your name from behind you. turning around, you came face to face with none other than (the love of your life) bokuto kōtarō.

“hey?”

“hey, y/n, hi.” he ws uncharacteristically nervous, normal outgoing personality nowhere to be seen. “can you — can i buy some flowers?”

“oh, sure!” yeah, you'd been about to close the store, but you'd also do almost anything for this man. what was five extra minutes of work, if it gave you ten with bokuto? “what's the occasion?” you asked him — a staple of the conversations you'd had over the counter.

“g’na ask someone out,” he replied, looking away. your heart dropped.

“oh,” you replied, trying to keep your tone as neutral as possible — cry about it at home, not here. “what flowers do i put? and who's the lucky, um, person?”

"baby's breath, red carnations, and uh, red roses," he announced, crumpling up the note where all this is transcribed. but he ignored your question.

“cool,” you said, cringing at the sound your own voice. “here you go, it'll be $30.”

you couldn't bring yourself to look at him again, turning around to busy yourself with something, anything—

“y/n.”

you opened your mouth to respond, but he didn't let you.

“y/n, i think you're coolandcuteandprettyandawesomeandjustperfectwillyougooutwithmeplease.”

it took a moment for you to register what he just said. “bokuto, what?”

“i’m sorry!” he looked mortified, like he'd start crying any second. “i just really like you a lot! and the flowers are for you! i’msorrythiswasstupidi’mnevercomingback—”

“um,” you say. “um, it's okay, i— i like you too.” like was an understatement, but whatever.

and then he looked up at you with a stupidly huge, radiant grin on his face, eyes lit up with hope and love, and it was quite possibly one of the most beautiful sites you'd ever seen. “so you'll—?”

“yeah,” you replied, smiling so had your face hurt. “i’ll go out with you.”

y/n - 1

universe - 0

red carnations: deep love

red roses: i love you

baby's breath: everlasting love

© reocidal 2025 ; repost of a deleted fic !

[writer-freak]

Haikyuu aftercare headcanons | Gn reader

Characters: Kuroo Tetsuro, Kozume Kenma, Bokuto Kotaro, Terushima Yuji, Semi Eita, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu

Warnings: gn reader, fluff, a bit repetitive, english isn't my first language, haven't written for Haikyuu in a long time and this is an old piece

A/n: My Haikyuu hyperfixation was awakened again and I looked through some old writing and decided to fix this up. Still isn't my best writing and I also had some family issues so I didn't really have motivation to write. So I'm going to have to get back into the groove.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo's aftercare is really about making sure that you feel loved and comfortable. He’s the type who would immediately clean you up and then wrap you in a cozy blanket. He’s got a stash of your favorite snacks ready, and he’ll cuddle up with you, asking about your day and making sure you’re feeling great. Expect a lot of soft kisses and maybe some playful teasing just to make you laugh. After that, he’ll hold you close, rubbing your back until you both drift off to sleep.

Kozume Kenma

Kenma tends to be more gentle and quiet with his aftercare. He’s not overly expressive, but he’ll make sure you’re taken care of in his own way. He’ll hand you a water bottle, clean you up, and then settle down next to you with his Switch or phone. If he's really tired, he might just go to sleep with you right away. In general, he likes aftercare to be more calm, so he’ll play your favorite game together or watch something with you. He’ll occasionally check in with a soft, “You okay?” if you stay awake with him. When it’s time to sleep, he’ll pull you close and wrap his arms around you.

Bokuto Kotaro

Bokuto is very enthusiastic with his aftercare it is almost overwhelming but he just wants the best for you. He is always about about making sure you’re happy and comfortable. He’ll scoop you up for a bear hug, clean you up quickly, and then bring you some water and snacks. He’s super attentive, asking if you need anything and telling you how amazing you are. He’ll probably end up talking about whatever comes to his mind, as he tends to be very energized even after sex. When you’re ready to sleep, he’ll make sure you’re tucked in snugly, holding you close to him and whispering sweet things until you both fall asleep.

Terushima Yuji

Terushima is more laid back with his aftercare. He’ll clean you up and then pull you into his arms, making sure you’re pressed against him. He’ll either talk to you about anything and everything, or he will just immediately take a nap with you. If he is in a talking mood expect a lot of laughter and maybe some silly jokes. When you’re both ready to sleep, he’ll adjust the pillows and blankets to make sure you’re both comfy, then hold you close as you drift off.

Semi Eita

Semi is really caring and attentive with his aftercare. He’s the type to make sure you’re hydrated first, offering you a glass of water and ensuring that you actually drink it before cleaning you up. He’ll ask how you’re feeling and if there’s anything you need. He’s really good at reading your emotions, so he’ll provide exactly what you need, whether it’s cuddles, talking, or just lying together in silence. Sometimes while cuddling he even hums your favorite song. When it’s time to sleep, he’ll pull you close and make sure you’re both comfortable, his soft humming lulling you to sleep.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa is more thorough and meticulous with his aftercare. He’ll make sure everything is clean and tidy, including you. He’ll bring you a warm towel and help clean you up, then offer you water and make sure that any mess is cleaned up. He’s not the most verbally expressive, but his actions show how much he cares. He’ll settle down next to you, holding your hand and he allows you to play with your hair if you ask him to. When it’s time to sleep, he’ll make sure you’re tucked in comfortably and just hold you close.

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is really affectionate but also a little cheeky with his aftercare. He’ll clean you up with a playful grin, maybe leaving some teasing touches while cleaning you up. He loves making you laugh, so expect some teasing and jokes. He’ll bring you snacks and water, then cuddle up with you, wrapping you in his arms. He loves to chat and will just end up talking your ear off, making sure you feel completely relaxed. When you’re ready to sleep, he’ll pull you close, making sure you’re both cozy and whisper sweet nothings until you drift off.

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[kyunzin]

𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

character; 𝐁. 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

cw; he’s so desperate to be inside of you that he humps your backside like a bitch in heat (gn!reader)

tags; somnophilia, dry humping, raw sex, cum eating, mating press, use of baby/ love (to reader)

a/n; I like my new layout it’s kinda cute but it takes ages to do

it’s not his fault that he wakes up and his cock if full in his underwear. he really tries to wait it out hoping it will go down with no attention needed but to his misfortune his need to relieve himself only grows stronger with every passing second.

he knows not awake you as its too early for you to be up and from the steady raise of your chest next to him he can tell you’re in a deep sleep. he doesn’t want to get up and deal with it himself but he also doesn’t want to stay like this and he knows you won’t mind if he uses you to ease himself.

it’s an easy task rolling you over to your side as you sleep unaware of his problems, propping himself directly behind you. the sigh of slight relief he lets out when his cock presses against the groove of your ass is enough to cause you to stir but not enough for you to wake up.

his arm wraps around you and you instinctively lean back into his touch pressing his cock further into your ass the pressure creating a pleasurable sensation to him almost making him moan out loud but he catches himself quickly.

with the both of you in a steady position he starts to grind his cock into the groove of you’re ass at a slow pace, pressing his head into the back of your inhaling you’re scent as he rocks his hips into you. the stimulation to his cock has precum spilling out the tip of his dick which is sure to stain the fabric of his underwear creating a wet patch.

at first the slow drag of his hips is enough to satisfy him but it soon isnt enough for him and he reaches for his underwear pulling it down to rest under his balls letting it hang free between the two of you before resuming his previous actions. the feel of your soft underwear rubbing against he raw cock has him shuddering in pleasure a low moan “shit, feels so fucking good” falling from his mouth his hips rutting into you quicker than before.

with the way his hips rut against yours, the fabric of your underwear is enough to have him lose control of himself letting out a string of “oh f-fuck, fuck, fuck!” into the back of your neck, pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck while he roughly ruts into your backside, causing the bed to subtly shake with him.

it’s only now that you start to wake up due to the volume of his moans though you’re barely awake to register what’s happening and by the time you catch on to what he’s doing he’s already cumming hard body shaking, his grip on you tightening but not enough to bruise as ropes of his cum spill onto your lower back and underwear. you can hear him letting out apologetic chants of “m’ sorry, couldn’t help it. m’ so sorry fuck, I’ll clean you up baby, I promise”

having been together for so long means you know that cumming once won’t be enough for him. so when he rolls you over onto your stomach and pulls down your underwear, it’s no surprise when he easily slips his cock into you with a sharp thrust accompanied with an apology of “I’m sorry. promise I’ll be done after this baby, you don’t have to do anything, please can I?”. he ask as if he isn’t already sinking into you.

the only reason he’s able to slip in with ease is because he had spent the night before fucking you raw for hours. after coming home from his match with a lot of unreleased energy. usually he would be worn out after a match but today was different because his team had won the match quicker than expected.

he had spent his time fucking you in multiple positions but ended with you in a mating press, your legs held behind your ears with him pumping you full of his cum alongside the other loads he had shot into earlier watching as your stomach inflated.

when he was done with that he spent some time eating out your cum and kissing it back into your mouth for you to swallow, repeating the process until he was sure that he had cleaned you out watching as your hole gaped at him smiling stupidly at his work.

he wastes no time in pushing bulldozing his cock into your stretched heat watching the way you swallow him all the way to the hilt as he hits your sweet spot with every hard drive of his hips. you find it endearing how he lets out little rambles of “m’ so fucking sorry, didn’t want to wake you, oh god. does it feel good for you baby? fuck it feels real f-fucking good, keep sucking in my cock like this and I won’t last long”

the feel of your walls pulsating around him as well the sound of your voice as you cum sending him over edge, one of his hands griping the headboard in front of you catching himself as he lean over you his hips lower half resting on you as he shoots his thick load into you once again.

once he knows he finished he pulls out first licking the drying cum of your back then quickly and flips you over with care looking at your inflated stomach and fucked out face bending your legs down to your ears so that he can suck the cum out of your puffy hole swallowing it himself instead of feeding it to you.

when he’s sure that he’s cleaned you out properly he finds a clean pair of underwear and slips it on you effortlessly, tucking you back into bed watching as you seamlessly fall back asleep. finally feeling satisfied he changes his underwear for a clean pair as well and makes his way into the kitchen to start breakfast for the two of you with a stupid smile on his face.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

@tyunixia @riowmie

[sonderonpluto]

bokuto is like a cat in the wee hours of the night—either begging for attention or getting himself into mischief. Tonight he happens to be in the first mood.

“just one more kiss baby, please?” he asks with his head underneath your shirt. you two have been in this position for about ten minutes, sharing quick kisses and tasting the left overs of each others minty toothpaste.

you yawn with exhaustion,”koutarou you need to go to sleep.”

he pouts and rolls you over on top of him before saying,”please, just one and then we can go to bed.”

you were going to deny him again before noticing how slow his speech was. he was definitely tired too, despite his insistency.

you take his head out of your shirt and grab the sides of his face, peppering kisses across his forehead, cheeks, and finally lips.

“are you satisfied now?” you ask, brushing his hair out of his face.

“yes!” he exclaims, allowing you to roll back off of him and place an arm across his torso as you both doze off.

[guppybibi]

how they react to artist!reader

✧┊ft: akaashi keiji & kōtarō bokuto

❁ཻུ۪۪♡

❥ akaashi keiji

- thinks everything that you make is an absolute masterpiece, but if you do ask him for critique prepare yourself for his blunt honesty.

- though it isn't obvious from his stoic face, he goes into overthinking mode whenever you ask him for suggestions.

- hurting someone's feelings because he said something wrong is the last thing he wants.

- if you wanted to do some sort of art challenge with him he'll happily comply. i think he'd be pretty good at arts, not the best but definitely not the worst.

- when you compare each other's works, he always lets out a laugh when he sees how much of a downgrade his work is.

“Alright, I’m done! How ‘bout you, Keiji?” You giggle, holding the canvas against your chest secretively. Snooping was for sure, not allowed! “Just a few more finishing touches.” He mumbles, painting a few more brush strokes. His eyes full of pure concentration, laser focused on the piece he was making.

After a few extra minutes of waiting for Akaashi to finish, he places the paintbrush down on the small coffee table. “Okay, on the count of 3! 1, 2, 3!” You counted down, excitedly flipping over your canvas once the count ends. Keiji follows and does the same, both of your paintings being revealed at the same time.

An amazed look comes up on your face, nodding approvingly as you look at Akaashi’s piece. “Wow Keiji! Your art is improving, I see you're following my tips!” You compliment, your eyes filled to the brim with awe. “Yes, I’ve been putting your suggestions into mind. But my work is nothing compared to yours. It's wonderful as usual and expected.” He admired, adoring your creation.

“Well, I don't really care about whose work is better right now. We spent time together, considering your busy schedule, I’m really grateful.” You spoke softly, fingers fiddling around with the bristles of a random paintbrush as a content smile made its way to your lips.

❥ kōtarō bokuto

- basically obsesses over everything you make, it can be a work in progress or a literal fail yet he still has a compliment to say about it.

- a walking ego boost for you to be honest.

- not..the best in arts. though overtime as he practices with you, he's gotten better! practice makes perfect after all. so if you want someone to draw around with, he's just one call away!

“Y/N, I’m done! I’m sure I’ve outdone myself this time yet again, I’m not only an ace in volleyball but in drawing as well!” He brags, his confidence overflowing. While you just laugh in response, still focusing on putting the finishing touches. “I’m sure it's gonna be great Boku, you've been improving recently.” You comment, at this point you were sure his head was growing bigger from the amount of compliments he was receiving..

He patiently waited for you to finish, not rushing you as he started to chat about random things. Like how Keiji won't wear the t-shirts he suggests even though he has worn equally weird t-shirts before and whatnot. You chuckle, despite being pretty stoic; Keiji was probably evenly as weird as Bokuto. Once you are satisfied with your work, you place the pen back to its designated spot. Crossing your legs as you held the sketchbook close to you, you looked up to Bokuto with a smirk.

“Ya ready?” You ask, which you immediately get a nod in reply. After a countdown, the both of you flip your sketchbooks and show each other your work. It took you a moment to realize what who Bokuto drew, it was you in a meadow. It wasn't the best piece in the world, but to you it felt like it surpassed even the Starry Night. “Woah..you're right. You did outdo yourself this time..”

“Of course! An ace like me never fails to disappoint.” He boasts proudly with a grin, throwing the sketchbook aside and pulling you in for a hug..

[husbandograveyard]

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ Part of my fluffember short writings - Masterlist ₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyu!!) X Genderneutral reader ₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ ₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ Fluff - wc: 336 ₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

You always knew Bokuto was a little volatile in his emotions. His highs are very high, his lows very sudden and deep, though they never last long -fortunately. When you first got to know him, you were afraid that he’d drag you down in those moments, but nothing was less true. Koutarou is your number one cheerleader, your main hype man, and somehow he had the power to make you feel like you could do anything you set your mind to, especially with him behind you for support. 

Koutarou is your number one cheerleader (and he’d wear the uniform if you were to ask him to). He’s always there to cheer you up, even before you yourself realize you may be having a lesser day. You notice it in the way he scoops you up ever so effortlessly, carefully plopping you down on the couch and wrapping a blanket -and himself around you. 

It’s crazy just how much he is in tune with your emotions. He was way more observant than he sometimes let on, knowing just when to lower the volume around you, add a little pressure to his hugs, let his lips rest a little longer against your temple. 

And there’s so much love in the way this is a two way street. The way your smile can make his pout disappear -eventually, sometimes you need to kiss it away. The way you hype each other up until you both feel like you can jump high enough to touch the stars, then hold each other and feel like you’re holding the moon. 

Bokuto and you are like fireworks: explosive, beautiful, intense, a memory you want to cherish. But you’re like a landscape too: eternal, steady, calming. A dynamic duo that people somehow cannot forget, even after just a singular encounter. You’re each other’s rock to keep steady, as well as the ocean that sways it out of balance, just a little, to keep things interesting. 

You are his everything, and so is he yours.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

MSBY Group Chat

*Hypothetical* Question

MSBY x GN! Manager

Warnings: swearing

AN: apologies for being mia. I’ve been dealing with a lot mentally as well as having a kid who has a broken bone in their ankle and foot 😌 I’m beyond over this year : D

*idk why some of the memes are smaller than Seijoh’s chance of ever getting to Nationals but please go with it 🙄

[taeyamayang]

CALLING THEM BABYGIRL

ft. miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, & iwaizumi hajime

ㅡyou tease them by calling them babygirl.

this is inspired by a conversation with an irl friend who finds it hilarious that i call hayakawa aki (chainsaw man) babygirl i mean, how can i not!! lol

tw: mentions/use of mommy, cursing, anddd nothing more ig. if there's anything let me know

(haikyuu!!, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers)

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Miya Atsumu

atsumu is a bit unpredictable

one time he's up for a teasing (he initiates most of the time) but other times he's sensitive and overly dramatic

hence, curious of how he would react, out of the blue, you try it

he sits across from you with his back facing you

and his lower body tucked under a wooden table as he pretends to participate in the online meeting of MSBY

you scream-whisper,

"hey, babygirl!" to get his attention

he twists his neck to side, wondering if he has heard something

(or is the meeting too boring hence causing his brain to imagine things)

but when you repeat it, he finally turns around, brow arching as if asking you if it was indeed you calling him

he doesn't even question the pet name, please 😭

and when you repeat the term of endearment,

instant regret flashes before your eyes

this is why we don't play with fire, folks

a cheeky smile clads on his lips and behind his foxy eyes is mischief

he's definitely up to something

his volleyball-filled brain has thought of something that will bring you to instant K.O.

thus, he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, supressing a growing smirk as he responds in a low seducing tone,

"yes, mommy?"

and just like that he renders your cheeks beat-red, floored, and caught of guard

he's enjoying it

he. fucking. enjoys this

he loves watching you internally scream and struggle to let out a single word

all to his doing

he leaves you wordless as he winks at you before shifting his attention back to the meeting as if nothing happened

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Bokuto Koutarou

bless his soul because this man has the most endearing reaction of all

in all honesty, if he isn't six foot something the bbygirl term endearment fits him so well

his pure heart, naivety, enthusiasm, and positive outlook in life is soㅡ

ugh, i want to keep him in my pocket!!

but, yeah, going back

when you called him a babygirl he shoots you a look beyond confised, head tilted to the side, and his lips protruding into a pout

he questions,

"i don't get it, (y/n). why are you calling me that?"

and when you tell him because he is your babygirl

he laughs at you like you're a standup comedian who had just dropped a punch line

and says, "you are the babygirl. i'll protect you from anything that could harm you and spoil you with everything i have. and i'll love you with the way you deserve."

he bends down to level his glimmering eyes with you

and adds affectionately, ruffling your hair gently and his smile reaches his eyes

"am i right, babygirl?"

i mean...

how could you noooottttt fsndgs%@&#^!!

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Iwaizumi Hajime

this one is a challenge

it's not like he dislikes pet names but the thing is

he doesn't want to admit that term of endearments make his stomach do backflips

so calling him a babygirl means trekking an unfamiliar path you don't want to be in

but still, you did

an absolute nuisance!!

he catches you on your first try, almost immediately because the next thing you know is that he's scowling at you

like you said a word he has never heard of that sounded nowhere near pleasant

"what?" he asks, eyes never leaving you

"i called you and said babygirl."

gulp

he's squinting his eyes on you now

but luckily he turns his head away and chooses to ignore his pesky other half

but that won't stop your teasing bc you're a lil shit

you repeatedly call him the nickname while lightly poking his sides,

"come on, babygirl. don't be shy and answer me with a polite 'yes'."

he counters with a strong flat, "no."

which, unfortunately for him, only gets you going

"go on look at me, babygirl. i know you missed me." your point fingers travels from his flexed bicep up to the crest of his cheek

a light tap was enough to bring his attention back to you however he keeps his mouth sealed

you run your thumb over his cheek and point out a lie in a whispering tone, "you're blushing. you like it when i call you babygirl, don't you?"

but a lie soon turned true as he feels his entire face heat up

iwaizumi hajime is embarrassed

damn you!!

as soon as you see the pink on his face, you burst out into a fit of laughter

only to be stopped when he says,

"we are over."

a joke, of course, bc your laugh is too contagious that he couldn't help but mask annoyance with a loving smile

you dramatically protest by lightly hitting his toned torso with your fist

"no! no! no! nooooo!!"

it is then iwa's turn to chuckle

he catches a flying fist with his hand before pulling you into an abrupt embrace

his chin rests on top of your head after giving you a peck on the side of your temple

"it's a joke but don't ever call me that again."

with the way he reacted, this definitely won't be the last of it

as usuallll rbs and likes are very much appreciated! thanks for reading, stay hydrated mwa! <3

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[moonswolfie]

Could we get Bokuto and 19? 🥺🥺🥺

Bokuto x gn!reader

But ofc!! Idk if u knew this nonnie but bokuto is my favourite boyo💕💕 i'm always happy to write about him🥰🥰

Time to prove to him that even his faults can be loved😤

His teammates often tell him that he's too loud, childish and irresponsible. He always feels compelled to deny it, but his teachers say the same thing. Even his parents scold him for that sometimes.

So then it must be true, no matter how much he defends himself.

In volleyball, being too loud isn't much of a problem and even excites the crowd a lot, but something like math class is a different story.

"Honey, you're too childish and irresponsible for a relationship." His mom hummed from behind the kitchen counter when hearing Bokuto whine to himself about still being single. All she got in reply was a sad groan.

Do these parts of him make him that horrible? He already had a bad day at practice today and then the boys basketball club leader decided to taunt him about still being single. Being reminded of his "bad traits" wasn't helping in the slightest.

He slowly got up, going into his room to sulk.

"I think that was too harsh, darling. You know how he is, he'll take your words to heart." His dad worriedly glanced at his mom while chopping the vegetables.

"You're right, I should have phrased that better..."

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So he found it quite surprising when one day you, one of his classmates, approached him out of nowhere during a break.

"Hey, ummm, I'm in your class, but we don't know eachother very well." You started, fiddling with your fingers. It took a lot of convincing from your friends to even get you here, but there's no way back now.

"OOOH! I remember you!! You sit in the second row!!" He had no idea what you wanted, but it was always nice to talk to someone new.

"So, I'd like to get to know you better..." you looked into his eyes with hope. From what little you did know about Bokuto, he was very outgoing and excitable. So hopefully this goes well.

His eyes widened. "Eh? I mean, yeah, sure!! Of course!!" His face quickly returned to his usual excited expression.

"So!! I'm the coolest ace of the coolest volleyball club in Japan!! But you probably already knew that..." he started. What a cute self-introduction.

"Yeah, I went to your matches before..." you really hoped that your blush wasn't showing too much at that moment.

"REALLY?!"

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After that day, you made it a habit to talk to him. He got to know many things he would have never guessed about you and his smile grew every day as your initial shyness dissapeared.

He grew increasingly close to you, to the point even his teammates pointed it out. He never noticed how he acts "different" around you.

But now that he thinks about it, he keeps reminding himself to speak more quietly and watch his mouth around you. That's quite strange, since he prefers to be his unfiltered self and tries not to be bothered by what others say.

Then why is he being subconsciously careful only around you, a person who never voiced their discomfort for his loudness or irresponsibility?

"Honey, you're too childish and irresponsible for a relationship."

No way.

Those words replayed in his head over and over. There's no way he's actually in love with you, right? You're just so amazing and beautiful and- UGH!

But if what everyone around him says is right, then that means he has zero chances with you, right? Ohhh, this is making him feel all sorts of sick...

Maybe google can fix this.

"Hey, bro. Come to dinne- What are you doing?" his sister's reaction shifted to one of worry when she found him laying on the bed, staring at the volleyball in his hands with a strangely solemn expression. Googling "how to get rid of your crush" did nothing for him since he doesn't want to distance himself from you.

"...Nothing."

"Are you having one of those mood swings again?" his sister sighed. "Come on, just come eat." she pulled him off the bed and he silently joined her for dinner. His family didn't question him all that much, already being used to his often times unstable mood.

Besides, they figured he needed space. Usually, a little "you're awesome" would work well in brightening his mood but instead of cheering up as he usually does he just hummed sadly, contuinuing to shovel at his food.

He himself hadn't expected those feelings to hit him like a truck. First love was supposed to be a cute, sweet, uplifting feeling...

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"Hey, umm, Koutaro, I have to tell you something... Can you come with?" you asked one day out of the blue. The two of you were already on a first name basis, surprisingly you really clicked with him. Which made his little crush all the more bothersome.

He kept stuttering over his sentences when you smiled at him so sweetly, his heart swelling at the little things you remembered about him.

If only he wasn't so annoying and childish...

"I- Uh, sure!" he let you lead him off to a more private area, wondering what awaits him. You sounded nervous, like back when you first asked to get to know him. This could only mean something bad, right?! Or is he just overthinking it?

Since when does he do that, anyways?

"So... I kind of have a crush on you..." you looked down, too afraid to meet his eyes, missing the way his eyebrows raised and eyes blew wide.

"YOU LIKE ME?! You really like... me?" he almost couldn't believe his ears.

"Uhh, yeah.. I do." you yourself were a little surprised at his response. You thought for sure that Bokuto would just get really hyped and accept. Well, if he liked you too in the first place.

"Even though I'm loud? And childish? And irresponsible?" he asked in quick succession. What? How would those characteristics of his affect your feelings for him?

"Of course? I like you, even the less favourable parts." you smile at him happily. You think you know why he brought that up now. Judging by the amount of times the teachers scold him for those very things, he must think they're an annoyance and a hinderance to you.

You misjudged him, it seems. He lets things get to him more than you thought. Not that that's an issue at all.

"Ohhh, this might be my second favourite feeling in the world..." he said, relief evident in his tone as he hugged you tightly.

"Only second favourite?" you questioned, hugging him back.

"The first one will always belong to the feeling of a successful spike, of course!!" he squeezed you so hard you thought your bones might break.

"S-So, is that a-"

"Yes, yes!! A million times yes!! I'll be your boyfriend, your husband, your f- ANYTHING!"

oops i accidentally made it mutual pining and WAY too long bo bo tends to have that effect on me🌚

[yourofficalgrimreaper600]

This is my new account since something is wrong with my other account :')

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So, if you guys have any requests about danganronpa v1, 2, and 3, haikyuu, welcome home, and MAYBE blush-blush or Mha, then I will answer.

[emmyrosee]

Bokuto 31 (i'm sorry if i screwed up)

YOU DID NO SUCH THING!!! Thank you for sending it in for me, love 🥺🩵

31 with Bokuto… proposal 🫶🏻

The ring sits like a brick in his pocket from how nervous he is, the feeling of nausea swirling in his chest as you stare at the clouds in the sky, taking in the beauty of nature as he takes in the beauty of you.

He doesn't fear that you'll say no, necessarily. But he's worried you won't say yes, you won't jump up and down and scream his name and tell everyone you're engaged, because Koutarou would be no one, if he wasn't a panicking, catastrophizing man.

He knows that Atsumu and Meian are on a blanket only three yards away, ready to film and take pictures whenever he gives the signal, but you look so peaceful, soaking in the sun.

He hopes you don't mind a calm, serene proposal, he was going to give you an extravagant one, but he panicked, He didn't want you to feel like you had to say yes- although, it sure would be cool if you do.

He looks at Meian, gives a loud clearing of his throat, and when you turn to look at him, he nearly dies from nerves. He clears his throat again, "hey.. so... how are you?"

You quirk a brow and chuckle, "I'm just delightful, 'tarou. How are you?"

"I'm good!" He assures. Then, he swallows thickly, "but... I hope you can make me better." He shifts slightly to then be perched on one knee, taking the ring out of his pocket and holding it tightly.

First, your look is surprised. Then, excited. Then you whip your head around to see the surrounding park-goers clapping, and your eyes land on Atsumu and Meian filming.

Then, amusement fills your eyes, and Koutarou falters just slightly.

"KOUTAROU!" You scream, and he smiles nervously. "I'M IN SWEAT PANTS!"

"It's okay!" He hears Atsumu yell back.

"NO ITS NOT!" You laugh as your hands come up to cover your face, but interlaced with your laughter are tears, your shoulders heaving and slipping over your cheeks in ways Koutarou can only describe as joyful.

He beams back at you.

"Will you marry me?" He sniffles. "Sweatpants and all?"

"Yes," you whimper, nodding and passing him your ring hand, a hand so much smaller than his, a hand he can't wait to hold forever, now adorned with the prettiest ring his money could buy and for him and him alone.

You tackle him square to the blanket, and he wraps his arms around you protectively, laughing against your head and sponging kisses where he could.

Ready to start a new forever, with you.

[zumicho]

everyone adores you (at least I do)

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♥︎ .ᐟ.ᐟ BOKUTO KOUTAROU X GN READER DRABBLE

TAGS / CWS : plenty fluff! here’s my lil treat to u :)

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bokuto loves like it’s breathing.

he loves with all 5.

1. gift giving, the heart shaped eraser he gave you in fifth grade. everyone else got rectangles and squares.

2. words of affirmation, the way he beamed when you first called him kou, instead of bokuto. now he refuses to let anyone but you call him that. constantly calling you petnames.

3. acts of service, making you breakfast even if he burns it, learning the recipes and putting it before brushing his teeth, or taming his bedhead — because you’re his first priority.

4. physical touch, never not touching you. he acts like he would die if he wasn’t. the pinky linking, head leaning, and the big warm hugs, even when he’s sweaty and sticky after a match (you let him anyway)

5. quality time, he watches all your stupid movies and shows with you every weekend after practice. will call you to ask what snacks you want him to bring home. “my fridays belong to you, babe.”

koutarou’s the loudest in the room—the brightest, the goofiest. the sun spills out of him and the moon wishes it could shine as big.

not a single soul in this world doesn’t adore bo.

and you’re okay with that. you’re okay with sharing. because his type of love is meant to be shared, not kept. you refuse to cage him and give in to the selfish desire for that light to be yours and yours alone.

little do you know, you’re the one he chooses.

you’re the one he adores.

you, are the light

in his universe.

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author’s note: dedicating this one to myself i love him sm i cant even put it into words :( everything everything about this

[writer-freak]

Caring for sick reader | Haikyu x Gnreader

Characters: Kuroo, Oikawa, Atsumu and Bokuto

Warnings: Gn reader, mentions of being sick, reader getting called babe (Bokuto|Atsumu) and darling (Oikawa), maybe a bit all over the place, english isn't my first language

A/n: I recently got sick as did all my friends so I wrote a little something also I'm just obsessed with Haikyuu right now. I'm maybe gonna do another part with more characters because I already started writing for that but it's gonna take a while as I'm currently sitting on longer projects for my besties

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo would notice you weren’t feeling well the moment he stepped into the room. His sharp eyes missed nothing, and the slight flush on your cheeks and the tired look in your eyes were immediate giveaways.

“Hey, you’re burning up,” he said, placing a cool hand on your forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling sick?”

You mumbled something about not wanting to bother him, but Kuroo shook his head, a fond yet offended smile on his face. “You’re never a bother, you know that.”

He gently guided you to the nearby couch and wrapped you in a cozy blanket. “Stay here. I’m going to make you some tea and grab some medicine.”

Kuroo moved around the kitchen, brewing some herbal tea and rummaging through the medicine cabinet. He returned with a tray, placing it carefully on the coffee table.

“Drink this,” he said softly, handing you the tea. “And take these. They’ll help bring your fever down.”

As you sipped the tea, Kuroo sat next to you, running his fingers through your hair soothingly. “You know, you’re lucky you have me to take care of you,” he teased, his voice full of warmth. “Just relax and let me handle everything.”

He spent the rest of the day making sure you were comfortable, keeping you hydrated, and occasionally checking your temperature. Kuroo also set up a humidifier nearby to help you breathe easier and made sure the room was at the perfect temperature for you.

Every once in a while, he would disappear into the kitchen, making you more tea or cooking some soup. Each time he brought something for you, he would explain its benefits with a little smirk “This one’s got ginger in it. Great for the immune system.”

“Did you know that honey has natural antibacterial properties? Makes it perfect for soothing sore throats,” he commented as he stirred a spoonful into your tea.

When you protested that he didn’t have to do so much, he just shrugged and said, “Hey, I like taking care of you. Plus, it gives me a chance to show off my skills.”

In the evening you had moved over to the bed, he put on your favorite movies and snuggled up next to you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Before bed, Kuroo made sure you were tucked in with an extra blanket before lying down next to you. “I’ll be right here if you need me,” he assured you, his tone gentle.

Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa would immediately go into overdrive the moment he realized you were sick. “Oh no, my poor darling,” he exclaimed dramatically, rushing to your side. “You’re sick! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Before you could even respond, he was off, grabbing a fluffy blanket and tucking it around you with exaggerated care. “There, that’s better. You just stay right here. I’m going to make you feel better in no time.”

Oikawa was determined to pamper you while you were sick, ensuring that you had the best care ever. He brought you your favorite snacks, adjusted the pillows behind your back, and put on a marathon of your favorite show.

“Do you need anything else? Water? More snacks?” he asked, practically hovering over you.

When you mentioned feeling cold, he immediately went to get a hot water bottle and an extra blanket, wrapping you up snugly. “We can’t have you feeling chilly now, can we?”

He also made a trip to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine and vitamins. When he returned, he handed you a steaming cup of herbal tea. “This will help soothe your throat and make you feel a little better,” he said with a gentle smile.

Oikawa’s caring side shone through as he stayed by your side, holding your hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “I hate seeing you like this but don’t worry. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He would occasionally leave to make you something to eat, insisting that you needed to keep your strength up. “I made you some chicken soup. It’ll help you get better faster,” he said, placing the bowl in front of you.

When you were too tired to watch anything, he’d read to you, his voice soothing. “Just close your eyes and listen,” he’d say, gently laying his hand over your eyes.

Oikawa really makes sure you're comfortable and taken care of, always checking on you to see if you need anything else. “Do you want me to call the doctor? Or maybe get some more medicine?” he’d ask, his concern evident.

As the night came, he made sure you took your medicine on time, bringing you water and anything else you needed. “You’re my top priority right now,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

When it was time for bed, he gently helped you settle in, making sure you were warm and comfortable. “If you need anything during the night, just wake me up, okay?” he said, lying down beside you and holding your hand.

Miya Atsumu

It took a moment for Atsumu to notice something was off, but then he caught on to how you were a bit more sluggish and less energetic than usual.

“Hey, babe, ya don’t look so good,” he said, his brows knitting together in concern. “Are ya feelin’ okay?”

You admitted that you weren’t feeling your best, and Atsumu immediately sprang into action. “Alright, just lie down and let me take care of ya.”

He made you comfortable on the bed, tucking a blanket around you and making sure you had a glass of water within reach. “I’ll be right back,” he promised before disappearing into the kitchen.

Atsumu was a bit all over the place, rummaging through the cupboards and fridge, muttering to himself about what to make. You could hear the clatter of pots and pans as he tried to whip up something. After what felt like forever, he finally returned with a bowl of soup, his expression proud but a little uncertain.

“I tasted it, and it’s pretty good, so eat up,” he said, handing you the bowl with a slightly nervous smile.

As you ate, he sat beside you, continuously talking to keep your spirits up. “Ya know, yer pretty cute when you’re sick, with your face all flushed” he teased, giving you a wink. “But don’t get used to this—yer not allowed to get sick just for my cookin’.”

Despite his playfulness, Atsumu was incredibly attentive. He kept fluffing your pillows, checking your temperature, and asking if you needed anything else. “Do ya need more water? How ‘bout another blanket? Are ya warm enough?”

At one point, he brought over a small mountain of tissues, saying, “Just in case, ya know.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, which made him grin. “See? I'm the best at caring for ya? But seriously, I’m here, and I’m gonna take care of ya until yer all better.”

Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto’s reaction to you being sick was immediate and intense care. The moment he saw your pale face and heard your hoarse voice, his eyes widened with worry. “Oh no, Babe, you’re sick!” he exclaimed, almost panicking. “What can I do? How can I help?”

You reassured him that you just needed rest, but Bokuto was determined to make you feel better. He rushed around the house, gathering blankets, pillows, and anything else he thought you might need. You couldn’t help but smile at his efforts.

“I’ll stay with you,” he declared, sitting down next to you and wrapping his arms around you. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

At one point, he disappeared into the kitchen, and you could hear the clatter of pots and pans as he attempted to make you soup. You chuckled softly to yourself, imagining the mess he was likely creating.

He returned triumphantly with a bowl of soup, though it looked a bit questionable. “Here, I made this for you!” he said, beaming with pride. You took a hesitant sip and smiled at him. The soup wasn’t the best, but his effort was appreciated nonetheless.

As the day went on, Bokuto’s concern didn’t weaken. He checked your temperature every hour, fretting over the numbers on the thermometer. “You’re still warm,” he muttered, his brow furrowing. “Do you need more blankets? Less blankets? More soup?”

“Bokuto, I’m fine,” you assured him, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “My fever isn't going to go down immediately.”

But Bokuto was still determined, he flitted around the room, tidying up and making sure you had everything you could possibly need. Despite his usual loud and energetic demeanor, he was surprisingly gentle and attentive, adjusting his tone as best he could.

“This is going to be over soon,” he said softly, his hand warm against your forehead. “I’m here, and I’ll take care of you.”

His care just made you feel incredibly loved, even though he was a bit over the top, his personality always made you smile, despite how miserable you felt physically right now.

As the evening came, Bokuto finally started to calm down a bit. He sat beside you on the couch, wrapping you in his strong arms. “You know, you’re always so amazing,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. “I hate seeing you like this, but you’re handling it so well. I don't think I would be this calm while sick”

You leaned into him chuckling, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. “I’m not that great,” you said softly. “But having you by my side makes it a bit easier. And even if you are being a baby while sick I will still take care of you.”

Bokuto’s eyes softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ll always be here for you,” he promised. “No matter what.”

[suplicyy]

I NEED SOMETHING ABOUT FIRST KISS WITH KUROO BECAUSE I’M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS, and you’re the only writer i enjoy sooo👀👀 love ya!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖First Kiss⊹ ࣪ ˖

Haikyuu boys x Reader

— Summary: Some hc about what your first kiss with him would be like!

— Characters: Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa, Atsumu.

— Tags/Genre: Fluff | Gn!Reader | Headcanons

— Warnings: None!

Kuroo Tetsurou

In my opinion, this is not his first time in a relationship, which implies that this was not his first kiss either. Even though his previous relationships may not have lasted as long as his current one with you.

But even though it's not his first time, it really seems like it is, because he's a bit nervous!!😭

He likes you so much and thinks you're so beautiful, that he can't stop thinking about what his first kiss with you would be like.

Sometimes there are moments when he would stare at your lips when you weren't looking, imagining what your lips would feel like on his.

His first kiss was definitely something spontaneous, and even though he already had this idea in his head, he didn't plan for this to be the exact moment.

HEAR ME OUT!! He LOVES watching you do anything, whether it's schoolwork, cooking, or even talking about your interests.

And he can't help but fall even more in love with you when you do something you like, the sparkle in your eyes and your bright smile make him all silly...🤭

He's looking at you with such admiration that he doesn't even realize he just said "I wanna kiss you so bad..."

After that he almost died of embarrassment, but at least he got to kiss you.👁👁

Bokuto Koutarou

This boy definitely kissed you within a second of you two deciding to date (if you were comfortable with it, of course)

To try to win you over and also understand romantic things, he spent a considerable amount of time watching romance movies and series, no matter how cheesy and cliché they were, for him it was all the same thing.

And he's definitely tried something embarrassing that he saw in one of these, like suddenly starting to sing in the school hallway while you were walking by.

Akaashi definitely put this on his list of his concerns for Bokuto, trying as much as possible to avoid him making a fool of himself in front of you and everyone who was there...💀

When you had your first kiss, even though he was very excited about the idea of kissing you, he was definitely embarrassed, very embarrassed indeed.

So it's to be expected that some accident will probably happen, like him accidentally hitting your teeth, or keeping his eyes open during it.😭😭

Oikawa Tooru

I think he's the only one on this list who I dare say has more experience when it comes to relationships, since it is actually canon that he already had a girlfriend.

So I think he would be a good kisser, maybe.

He would definitely be making jokes about how you want to kiss him so bad anytime you praise him or something like that(when in reality it's him who wants you SO bad)

Even if he made such jokes with you, Oikawa would definitely be very respectful towards you. He wouldn't be upset or sad if you're not ready for your first kiss yet, he would love you anyway!!!

But the moment you say or make some implied movement that you want to kiss him, he will freak out internally.

I imagine him being someone very vain, always leaving his hair impeccable and his skin always in perfect condition, then I think his lips would be very soft on yours.

After that he would love to grab any opportunity to kiss you again, he really has no shame in showing physical affection in public.😭

Atsumu Miya

If someone asked him if he had ever kissed anyone, he would say "Of course I has!!" with a smug smile, but the truth is that he has never even dated anyone in his life......

Every time Osamu remembers this fact, he always makes sure his brother remembers it too (which always causes a fight between the two)

The truth is he's a big idiot who's too focused on volleyball to think about anything else.

He really tries to come across as the nonchalant and charming one when he's with you, but the truth is he feels like he's going to faint at any second.

The moment you two are about to kiss, he'll be all red and a little nervous, but of course he tries to hide it from you (and fails miserably every time)...

But after you kiss, he'd shrug his shoulders and say: "I know I'm amazing," when in reality he had no idea what he was doing.

And get ready, because after that he'll seem 10 times more annoying than usual, wanting to kiss you at any moment and whining when you reject him.💀

— A/N: IT'S LESS THAN A WEEK UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY YIPEEE!!!!!😆😆

I hope you don't mind, but I added a few more characters to mix it up a bit!! But if you don't like it, I can change it for you, just let me know!

I didn't review what I wrote because I'm very lazy, so please forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes, and if you can point out what they are I'll be grateful!😭

[bokutosbiceps]

home for the holidays

bokuto koutarou  x gn!reader | fluff | ~1k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: ugh, fuck, i love kou so much y’all. he’s like. idk. so fucking cute i am so ready to write this i am cracking my knuckles 🥺 anyways, i feel like this is so bad—i haven’t written for bo in SO LONGGGG

18+ MDNI

koutarou clings to your back, far too large to actually wrap his arms and legs around you, but he would if he could. 

“y/n…” he whines, resting his head on your shoulder and squeezing your waist tighter in his arms.

“kou, how many times have I told you it won’t be ready for a little while?” you turn around with what little room he’s giving you, placing your hands on either side of his face and squishing his cheeks together. you giggle at his cute little pout, his lips all puckered.

you lean forward and place an exaggerated kiss on his lips, complete with a “mwah!”, making koutarou’s eyes light up. 

“better?” you ask, still holding his face so you can look him in the eyes.

“yeah!” kou nods and takes your wrists in his hands, keeping your hands on his face. “i still wanna eat the gingerbread, though!”

you giggle and gently pry your wrists from his grasp, leaning down to look through the little window to the inside of the oven. the gingerbread is still soft, you can tell, but it looks like it’ll be done in twenty minutes or so. for koutarou, though, that might as well be thirty days. 

“you don’t wanna decorate it? that’s half the fun of making gingerbread!” 

koutarou’s eyes light up once more, seeming to have forgotten the little gingerbread house decorating competition you two were gonna have. whoever’s house was prettier, you’d bring it to the christmas party that kuroo was hosting, and the ugly one would be eaten. it was a win-win situation in both of your eyes.

“ohmigosh, yeah!” koutarou stands up proudly, his arms folded across his chest. you let your gaze trickle down to where his forearm muscles bulged and his biceps popped against the tight, ridiculous, ugly holiday sweater he was wearing. you never pass up the chance to ogle your beefcake of a boyfriend. “sorry, babe, but i’m definitely gonna be the one to bring my masterpiece to kuroo’s! i’m an artistic god!”

“i’m sure you are, kou…” you say, sliding your hands over his arms and smiling up at him mischievously. “so we have about ten or fifteen more minutes left…is there anything you wanna do while we wait?”

koutarou picks up on the suggestive lilt in your voice and a mischievous grin of his own spreads across his lips.

“yeah, let’s make out on the couch.” he says curtly, his lips curling into an even wider grin.

you don’t have to be told twice, so you immediately start making your way toward the couch in the living room. you lay down and look up to see koutarou about to climb on top of you, but then he’s dashing away down the hall, after muttering a quick “wait!”

you hear a rustle down the hall and immediately know what he’s doing. a small breath of a chuckle exits your nose as you watch koutarou reappear and hover over you, dangling something in his hand.

“can’t kiss without mistletoe! ‘tis the season and all that!” koutarou says with a playful grin, continuing to dangle the mistletoe above the two of you while he leans in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull him closer, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss.

at this point, koutarou discards the mistletoe on the ground and grips your hips in his strong, calloused hands. so much for tis the season. his tongue runs along the seam of your closed ones and you open them, allowing him to explore your mouth to his hearts content. you feel your heart hammering in your chest, fully enjoying the way he’s kissing you like he’s a marine returning to land, and fully enjoying the little moans and whines coming from way dep down in his chest.

he brings your hips up and uses his knee to separate your legs so he can sit in between them, jutting his own hips into the apex of your thighs. you gasp as he starts to slowly roll his hips against you, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the way he’s rutting against you and practically shoving his tongue down your throat.

the beeping of the timer separates your lips from koutarou’s, and you rush over to the oven for fear of burning the gingerbread, since it’s so easy to do. you grab your oven mitts and open the oven, sighing and smiling in satisfaction at the nice, even, brown tone of the gingerbread pieces as you pull them out of the heat.

koutarou is once again attached to your backside, his hands on your hips and his head in the crook of your neck. he’s whining again, but for a different reason than before.

“doll, can’t we go lay down for a lil? it’ll feel really nice…” koutarou suggests, knowing full well that the two of you wouldn’t just be laying down. 

“i thought you were excited for the gingerbread, kou?” you giggle, goosebumps rising on your skin as you feel him start to press wet kisses to the back of your neck. 

“i am, but there’s something else i’m more excited for right now…” koutarou accentuates his confession by using his index fingers to stroke the skin over your pubic bone and his thumbs to rub circles into your hips. you can feel something pressing against your back.

you move around the kitchen with koutarou in tow, quickly setting the gingerbread pieces onto cooling racks and placing the frosting and mini candies back into the fridge for safe keeping. once you finish, you turn around in his hold and trace your fingers down the slant of his jaw, a flirtatious smile playing on your lips.

“well, ya know…we do have to let the gingerbread cool for a while before we can decorate it.” you pause to spread your hands against his chest. “how ‘bout we go lay down, then?”

koutarou grins and wastes no time in picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder, his arm tight around the curve of your ass to keep you in place, practically skipping to the bedroom.

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