#bokuto koutarou x reader scenario

[kaiijo]

ROMANCE TROPES — [HAIKYUU]

characters: hinata shoyo, miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, sakusa kiyoomi content: gn! reader, the msby four, rich sakusa (i am a rich sakusa truther until the end), bokuto picks you up, sakusa is implied to be taller than you notes: omg i lowkey want to do a fuller version of sakusa’s part 

hinata shoyo ✶ love at first sight

slouched in a plastic airport seat, hinata’s leg bounces anxiously as he awaits his flight. rain beats down the side of the windows and he prays to whatever universal force there is that the flight leaves at the right time. he couldn’t fly with everyone else earlier since he celebrated his grandmother’s birthday with family but it put him on a late night flight that lined up with an incoming storm. 

he scrolls mindlessly through his social media feed, double-tapping a photo of oikawa’s reunion with his high school team and tanaka’s anniversary post for kiyoko. 

the speaker system crackles to life. “attention, passengers of flight 7644 to sapporo, due to inclement weather conditions, the flight has been delayed an estimated two hours. we apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your patience.”

hinata curses under his breath, already on his way to pulling up the black jackals’s group chat to tell them. he pulls his cap off, running a hand through his hair with a long sigh. his phone begins to buzz with texts, no doubt from his coach telling him to keep them updated. 

he rests his forearms on his knees, slumping forward and skimming through the messages. then, he feels a cautious tap on his shoulder and a soft voice asks, “excuse me, do you have a charger i could use?”

when he looks up, hinata thinks the greater powers that be answered a different prayer of his. because holy shit he has never seen anyone as beautiful as you. you’re in a comfy-looking pullover and sweatpants and hinata only realizes he’s just been staring silently for a few seconds when your expression turns apologetic. “i’m sorry to bother you, i’ll ask someone else!”

“no, no, i’m sorry,” he says, words tumbling out of his mouth. he scrambles to unzip his backpack, rummaging through until he triumphantly pulls out his charger. he hands it to you and you thank him. before you can leave, he blurts out, “i’m hinata.”

“oh!” you stick your hand out and tell him your name with a small smile and when you do, hinata knows that he’s gone. 

miya atsumu ✶ brother’s best friend

osamu’s not sure how atsumu managed to weasel his way into his plans. it was a bit of a blur, atsumu practically crashing through the door of onigiri miya as osamu closed up shop to go get drinks with you, begging to be included. he supposes to reason was pity and atsumu’s pleading look as well as the fact that you work far away that had him agreeing to his brother tagging along. 

it was in your last year of high school that osamu figured out his brother had a big, fat crush on you. honestly, it should have been more obvious, especially with the way atsumu flaunted himself and often paraded around the house shirtless when he knew you were coming over. it bothered him at first, thinking bitterly that ‘tsumu couldn’t let him just have one thing to himself? but over time, the annoyance faded as he saw atsumu prove that this wasn’t just a flight-of-fancy, and osamu has already made peace with the very real possibility that you could be his in-law someday. that is, is atsumu could even tell you in the first place.

it’s a little disturbing, osamu thinks, watching the way atsumu flirts with you and wondering if he too makes the same googly-eyes at someone he’s crushing on or if that’s the way he sounds. you giggle when atsumu tries to take a sip of your margarita, telling him, “order your own then, ‘tsumu!”

“nah, yours tastes way better.”

“can’t take this scrub anywhere,” osamu says, earning a laugh from you and a glare from his twin.

you pat atsumu’s shoulder and osamu can’t believe you don’t feel how atsumu melts into your touch. “i’m actually glad both of you are here,” you say, “because i wanted to tell you guys that i’m moving back to tokyo! my boss promoted me so i’m back at main headquarters! isn’t that great?”

“that’s awesome,” osamu says, speaking for both himself and atsumu, who looks like he just won the lottery. 

bokuto koutarou ✶ opposites attract

whenever akaashi introduces you and bokuto as a couple to new people, he always gets pulled over to the side and asked in a whisper, “how did those two get together? he’s so… and they’re less…” 

akaashi can’t say that he wasn’t surprised when you and bokuto started dating back in high school, given that they two of you were on very different trajectories. obviously, bokuto was the captain of fukurodani’s volleyball team while you were student council president and vice-president of chess club. bokuto’s grade sat at the lower end of the spectrum while you were always within the top five students in your class. bokuto liked loud, screaming parties while you preferred a quiet night with a few friends. 

so when bokuto grabbed him by the shoulders one day and shook him, saying that he needed to tell you how he felt, akaashi was taken off-guarded. he didn’t even know you knew each other beyond having a mutual friend, him. 

maybe back then, akaashi would have agreed with the person asking him but now, he just tells them to observe the two of you. because when akaashi does, everything falls into place. like right now, as he and bokuto sit in the stands, watching your final chess match. if you win, you’ll hold onto your spot as a national champion and go on to compete internationally. 

out of the corner of his eyes, akaashi watches as bokuto sits at the very edge of his seat, chewing on his bottom lip. it’s clearly killing him not to cheer and it’s a testament to both his devotion to you. your hand hovers above the bishop before you switch quickly to the queen and move the piece with confidence, setting it down and announcing, “checkmate.”

the crowds erupts into the cheers and you’ve only barely finished shaking your opponent’s hand when bokuto flies out of his seat and barrels towards you. he sweeps you off your feet, spinning you once and setting you down before planting a big kiss on your cheek. you’re beaming as you’re handing your trophy, and bokuto steps back to let you soak up your spotlight. akaashi can’t help but notice that bokuto is beaming too and clapping the loudest. 

as the crowd starts to disperse, akaashi and bokuto join you again, ready to take you to your planned dinner. before you leave, bokuto says, “i was going to do this later but i can’t hold it in anymore, babe.” and he gets down on one knee with a ring box akaashi is all-too familiar with. 

sakusa kiyoomi ✶ reunited childhood sweethearts 

“try not to look so dour, sweetheart,” sakusa’s mother tells him as she fixes his tie. sakusa wants to grumble some choice words but he knows better than to complain to her. besides, he’s only partially paying attention, eyes darting about the crowd and back towards the venue’s entrance. 

he settles on adjusting his mask with a barely audible sigh and mumbles a quiet thanks as she flits to fuss over his older siblings. he glances again, disappointed as a different group of people waltzes in. he knows his older sister wouldn’t be so cruel as to lie to him that your family will be in attendance but the anxiety is making his antsy.

the two of you were inseparable as children with you being one of his only friends growing up.  you spent you days squirreled away in some nook reading or outside playing volleyball. your mothers always cooed that you two would get together one day, and as he got older and learned what that really meant, sakusa found himself hoping too. but then your parents took you and your siblings abroad, leaving him alone and heartbroken. he cut you off, hoping the distances and time would make your departure hurt less, but it didn’t.

sakusa doesn’t recognize the voice that calls his name but his head snaps towards the doorway. you’re standing in between your older sister and younger brother, waving at him. his heart skips a beat. your social media postings don’t do you enough justice; you’re even more attractive that the pixels he’s spent hours staring at. 

you still have that ever-present smile on your face and you quickly break-off from your family to bound over to him. without even thinking, his arms close around you as you embrace him tightly. you feel so familiar and he doesn’t want to let you go as you part. evidently, you don’t either as you keep him close still, only leaning away to look at him. “you’re so tall,” you laugh, more shyly you add, “and very handsome.”

this time, sakusa thinks his heart stops. 

[yamsfrecklvs]

tits, ass or thighs?

ft. kuroo, iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto, tsukishima, atsumu, osamu

warnings: i mean... the title speaks for itself i think! implied fem reader ; also not proofread

MDNI!!!

☆ kuroo : tetsuro is a simple man. there isn't a single thing he doesn't like about you. but the man absolutely adores thighs. put on a pair of shorts or a miniskirt and he'll fall to his knees. to be fair, he's a man of taste, so not only does he love thighs, but he's also a sucker for ass. can and will smack it whenever he can, not even in a strictly sexual way, but simply because he likes having his hands on you. ass and thighs will absolutely be used as a pillow, there's no debating it. he will also not so sneakily squeeze your thigh while sitting down or grip it while he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat. hell, he’d die between your thighs if he could, because let me remind you, this man is an EATER. (just leaving this here)

☆ iwaizumi : i mean, have you seen him? ass. he physically cannot function if he sees you in tight skirts or pants and his hand can always be found in your back pocket if you two are walking together. definitely lightly smacks your butt to celebrate or tell you that you're doing a good job (throwback to him smacking makki's ass bc he scored a point). loves loves looooves to leave marks on it - fingerprints, bites, hickeys, you name it - and he will shamelessly stare at it in public.

☆ oikawa : i think we can all agree on the fact that this man loves tits. seriously. doesn't care if they're big or small, he just loves your chest. he will absolutely use them as pillows and/or slip his hands under your shirt while you're cuddling. loves to see you walk around the house without your bra on, bonus points if you're wearing his clothes. and if there's one thing that makes his knees weak it's seeing tan lines on your chest - one look and he's over the moon. he also probably has a thing for cute lingerie, especially cute bras - or rather, he has a thing for taking said cute lingerie off of you.

☆ bokuto : don't ask him. he genuinely cannot choose, it's physically impossible for him, especially because he's got his hands all over you 99% of the time. probably has a slight preference for ass but he doesn't even realize it. you definitely have his handprints all over your ass because he cannot for the love of god control his strength but he also profusely says sorry if he ever hurts you. either way, wear anything remotely tight or revealing and he's gonna lose his mind.

☆ tsukishima : he will never ever admit it, but tits. he says he doesn’t care and claims to love every part of you equally, but you’ll definitely catch him lacking if you wear anything low cut. of course, he isn’t the type to shamelessly stare at your boobs, we’re talking about kei after all, but you know him, and you can tell his eyes linger on your chest just a little more than usual. and also, they’re the first place he reaches for when cuddling gets a little spicier. probably likes leaving marks on your tits because they’re not as visible as your neck and because he swears that ‘hickeys are stupid’. he still does it nonetheless. again, doesn’t mind if they’re big or small. he just loves them.

☆ atsumu : take a good look at him and tell me this man isn’t a certified boob lover. seriously. bonus points if you have your nips pierced. he just loves boobs. back hug? his hands are finding their way on your chest. cuddling? his face is pressed between your tits. doesn’t give a fuck about looking like an idiot while gawking at them, either. he’s just completely enamoured with them, probably loves to suck on them too. also, i feel like he has a thing for girls with tiny waists, don’t know why. he too loves to spoil you with pretty lingerie and definitely loses his mind whenever he sees a bra strap peeking out of any of your shirts.

☆ osamu : now, hear me out. osamu miya loves to cook. he also loves a woman who EATS. for this reason i’m a firm believer of osamu being a man who loves thighs. loves having his face between them, using them as a pillow, biting into them. he will go insane for thigh highs and absolutely adores when they get bigger as you sit down. there’s nothing this man appreciates more than a pair of pretty legs showing up under a short skirt. he would gladly be crushed by your thighs, but he doesn’t dismiss ass either. generally, i think he likes everything - but thighs, they’re his utter weakness. expect many, many hickeys and marks all over them. and, just like kuroo, i just have the slightest feeling that osamu is a munch - make him suffocate and he’ll die happy.

@yamsfrecklvs

[romaevelizz]

Never let them know your next move˖ ࣪⊹

Summary: them kissing up on you then they do the unspeakable

Characters; bokuto, kuroo, tanaka

Warnings: chaos, cursing, play fighting, kissing, little hot n sweaty. Not proofread! Touchy grabby boys what can I say.. fem!reader

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

BOKUTO

☆ “your being mean baby..” he whined, ko had been loving up on you for the past fifteen minutes. You’ve only been ignoring him because you were working on school work. “I’ll give you attention in a minute ko.” You hummed.

His dramatic sighs causing you to laugh. It wasn’t like you never payed attention to him it just happens to be kniw when wants it the most. Acting like a puppy who’s deprived. He watched his head resting on your shoulder his eyes wondering your fingers that typed on the keyboard.

How could you ignore him he thought, “you hate me..” he muttered his lips kissing your shoulder. “With everything in my body.” You smiled, feeling his lips travel up your shoulder. His large hands squeezing your hips. “Jus’ want you to love on me.. wanna feel you on me..” he whispered, his tone seductive.

You bit your lip a tingle forming in the pit of your stomach “Ko-“

“AHH!” You yelled, feeling the wettest of his tongue like the side of your face. It wasn’t even small teasing he licked the whole side of your face, quickly pushing himself back knowing your were about to fight.

“You’re fucking kidding me” you laughed discarding your lap top going after him, a fat smile on his face as he grabed your arms pining you down. “Koutaro! Let go of me..” you groaned his big arms holding you against him.

“Nope! I’ve got you now!”

KUROO

☆ His eyes watched you as you wondered around your room, your body pacing impatiently. Kuroo had come over as you were cleaning your room, bad timing yes but he wanted to see you. He wanted a danm nap but you just had to be set on cleaning your room. “UGH!! we can clean it later baby! For the love of god come over to me.” He fake cried sprawling out on you bed.

He watched as you rolled your eyes in the mirror of your vanity, you focused going back on organizing the drawers. He huffed pushing off your bed you watched as he walked up behind you.

“Let me finish I don’t even have that much to do..” you whined feeling his cold hands go under your shirt. “Tetsu my parents are home.” He nodded taking in what you said.

His hands cupping your Boobs over your bra fondling them you felt him smile on the nape of your neck, him enjoying himself. Yet when he looked in the mirror you practically ignored him, though the heat radiating of your face spoke other wise. “Just come lay down with me.” He squeezed a bit tighter.

A pleasant little groan leaving your lips caused him to chuckle mischievously. His lips starting kissing your face a small smile appeared on your face as he did so. But the moment was to nice..

“YOU DID NOT!” You yelled the feeling of your boyfriend letting go of you quickly.

Turning around he was laughing, laughing his ass off. He had licked you!

“AHH BABY PLEASE I WAS JUST JOSHING!”he yelled as you ran at him.

A fit of giggles coming from him as you whipped your wet face against his, “no!” He cried out.

“That what you get motherfucker,” you spoke quickly licking him back after.

“What going on?” The sound of your fathers voice spoke, him witnessing you beating your boyfriend your body on top of him.

“Never mind.. I don’t even wanna know..” he groaned.

TANAKA

☆ Let’s be honest you’d kind be used to it with him. But in this case you were not!

You two where out with his family at dinenr his family sitting around you, two talking amongst themselves. Tanaka was not afraid to kiss up on you in front of his family as nervous as it made you he loved doing it. His lips kissing your hand as you told him to stop “Ryu your grandmother is staring at us.” You whined.

His grandma was in fact staring a smile on her face as she watched her grandson love on you, “you’re so beautiful, I can’t keep to myself.” He said his head falling on your shoulder his lips still kissing on your fingers.

He was normaly very lovey dovey on you but there was just this feeling, you knew something was about to happen you could feel it. And it did happen.

Ryu licking the back of you hand. The back of you hand quickly meeting his mouth popping him. “Ryu! Fu- nasty!”

A heavy laugh left him as you beat on him, his family watching in amusement as you beat on him, “Licking me really! And I knew it was gonna happen!” You spoke is a hushed yell.

“Ahh! Please mercy, baby mercy!!” He yelled dramatically falling into his sisters side for protection just for her to gang up on him as-well.

“Please guys I couldn’t help myself.”he spoke putting a fake frown on his face.

[megapteraurelia]

bokuto koutarou’s hands were an angry red.

so were the tip of his nose and his ears, but at the very least, his jacket was pulled up high, hiding his mouth and chin. a couple of white crystals were sprinkled on his clothing, hanging from the tips of his lashes and hair, slowly melting at the warmth of his body. though there was no mistaking the wide smile on his face despite the cover, his eyes crinkling up, eyebrows pulled up high in excitement. 

“hey,” he grinned at you, “your most-favourite bestest boyfriend has come to bless your day.”

“kou, oh my god, it’s freezing outside!” you ushered him inside, and he kicked his shoes off, heavy body already draping over you, his familiar weight threatening to drag you down. he loved letting gravity take a hold of him, loved having you take the brunt of his compliableness, become putty in your hands. you were used to his antics, but that didn’t mean his engulfing you and dead weighing himself magically became any less heavy. 

(secretly, you loved it, too. couldn’t get enough of him trying to melt into you, athletic muscles turning mellow, broad shoulders towering over you, stuffing your face in his neck. god, you wouldn’t exchange this for anything in this world.)

“kou—” your muffled voice with a mouthful of his scarf turned from a soft inquiry to a screech when his icy hands sneaked underneath your sweater to touch your warm skin; a violent shudder befalling you at the contact, “wa-haaa-aait, you are so doing it on purpose! get your hands off!”

“but this is my body,” he mumbled next to your ear and his hands squeezed your flesh for emphasis. his voice sounded light and self-assured but you knew if you denied him again, you would be able to feel his cheeks moving as his mouth would jut his lip forward into an exaggerated pout and he’d cling onto you even more, “so i’m gonna warm my hands where they belong!”

for a second you contemplated pushing against him, because — “fine, fine, but let’s get under some blankets first. this is way too cold for me.”

his cheer was too cute, too loud, too strong of a squeeze around your heart. his eagerness manifested in him suddenly relieving you off his weight, his cold fingers gripping tighter to lift you up, legs shuffling across the floor to find their way to your bed.

“i’ve been thinking—”

“uh oh.”

“—hey, wait, baaaaaaby, you know i’m trying hard here to make use of my brain.”

you snickered in response to his little sulking, yet your hands scratched his hair gently, affectionate. his nose was pressed against your throat in a sensual way that only bokuto koutarou in his innocent desire to practically blend his existence together with yours could manage, legs tangled together though he had shrieked even louder than you when your cold toes managed to find their way between his calves.

“i’ve been thinking that i have a lot of thoughts about thinking. especially about you. you’re always on my mind, even when i try thinking about the match, or how to hit the ball to get past the blocks. then i think about how awesome you’d think i look, and then i can’t stop thinking about your face and how you smell,” he complained, cheeks puffed up in indignance, voice taking a notch of childlike annoyance and a little whine entered his deep baritone, “you have to fix it. omi already looked at me like i was a bug on the wall when i got distracted. but i wasn’t distracted! i was just thinking about you, so that’s not really a distraction. but i’m also not a bug either. so! make it go away!”

you hid your smile against his hair, and despite his words of making it go away, his hands had only pulled you closer against him, chest flushed against his, breathing in tandem. his grumbling and grouching continued, intent on keeping himself blame-free and using you as the scapegoat, yet his body kept pressing against you, his mouth stealing sly kisses that he gleefully thought you didn’t notice. 

though, naturally, he wasn’t as slick as he thought he was.

[clawsdevour]

occupied

wc: 0.4k content warning: post-time skip, fukurodani, suggestive, bokuto x reader, bokuto implied crush on reader, not proofread

⋆ ･˳ .   ⭒

the warmness and content radiating throughout the summer air as you and your five friends set to go out for a little drive to catch that nice breeze.

obviously, six people in a five-seater wasn't enough for all of you guys.

"hey- hey! guys, one of us has to sit on the floor since there's not enough seats!!" konoha yelled out as he grabbed the keys and walked out before waiting for you guys to finish getting ready.

once konoha left to start the car engine, you and the five guys looked at each other to decide who's gonna be the odd one out.

"to be honest, i think the best choice would to have you sitting on one of us in the car.." akaashi averting his attention towards you.

"WHAT-! why me?" you gasped in disbelief, expecting to get your own seat. well, it can't be helped. of course it was you.

"...because we're built like walls. if one of us ends up sitting on you or the floor who knows if you'd end up crushed into the seat!" your other friend supporting akaashi.

they weren't wrong, you definitely would end up squished if they sat on you. their bodies were too big to be laying on the floor as well.

"okay, i guess.. who am i sitting with?" rolling your eyes with a taunting sad expression.

akaashi lightly giggled under his breath along with the others, catching your attention as you wondered what was so funny about this situation.

"you should probably sit with bokuto since he's the closest to feeling like a seat" they roared with laughter before getting honked at by konoha who has been waiting for at least a good 3 minutes.

following the guys as they rushed out, closing the door behind you as you entered the sweltering humid heat. waiting your turn to get in the backseat, akaashi points to the other side where bokuto's getting in.

sighing before walking over, you hop in and onto bokuto's plush warm lap that caught him off guard.

"oh-" you cut him off to shut the car door, "let's go!!"

immediately, konoha reverses out the driveway and onto the streets all the windows down for the nice cool air to flow through.

the friction created by the bumpy roads was not a help as you felt something hard prodding under you. relaxing yourself onto his chest, his body is completely flushed as he's dead quiet and shy. you didn't notice until you stopped at a red light, the warmth increasing as you got comfortable in his lap.. hitting bokuto.

masterlist here

[forusomimiya]

He likes to have eye contact with you while his watching another man who is not him fucking you raw.

He likes to have eye contact with you with one hand on his cock, asking you to be obedient to the man who’s asking you to kneel down to fuck your pretty mouth.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you moan his name but it's another cock that's filling you.

He likes to have eye contact with you as he licks the other man's juice dripping out your pussy.

He likes to have eye contact with you when you cry and beg for his cock long enough to finally get it.

KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, SUNA, KUROO, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, ASAHI

[lilacrwses]

▸ their s/o is drunk and doesn't recognize 'em

summary: Partying all night, dancing and definitely drinking made you drunk enough to not recognize your sweet boyfriend.

ft: iwaizumi, bokuto

note: i hope you guys like this, it’s been a while

Iwaizumi

Iwa just came back from a training camp overseas, so he was really tired and just want to cuddle with you.

Might he be forgetting that you were partying out with your friends so he expects that you won't be coming home early?

He did quite everything while waiting for you, cleaning the apartment-which by the way he realized that it was already clean enough on its own.

He took a bath, and would probably get in trouble as he used your favorite bath bomb without permission, but nothing a kiss can't fix.

Well, what he had to do next was just wait for you. The moment his phone lights up and recognizes his ringtone only for your contact- he rushes swiftly and answered it only to be welcomed by your friends voice?

"Iwaizumi-chan, hello! Can you pick up Y/n at XXX-XXX-XXX. She's pretty tipsy at the momeng. Don't rush though! we'll be with her till you're here." He gets his car keys and locks the apartment door before going out. "I'll be there in 5." He quickly presses the red button which ends the call.

Numerous thoughts were clouding his brain right now. Mainly focused on you and how tipsy are you.

In just a couple of minutes, his phone had told him to turn and then he'll arrive at his destination. No doubt that you were right there sitting out at one of the chairs of the club with your friends.

To say that you were cute doing nothing makes him realize how badly he's down for you.

"Iwaizumi-chan! Thank god you're here. She's been telling us how much she misses you, please take care of her from her." Iwa nods and gave a wave to your friends and then focuses his vision on your body.

He walked closer to your figure and helped you stand, but he was just pushed away. Dumbfounded he cooed you and tried again.

"If you lay your hand on me one. more. time, I promise my boyfriend will beat you into a pulp." he smirks and leans in closer to your face.

"Oh yeah? I bet you must love your boyfriend to reject someone like me huh." He plays along with the drunken act. "I love him so much that it hurts." He panics when tears came out of his eyes.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" Iwaizumi cups your cheeks and wiped the stray tears away. You looked into his eyes and you noticed a familiar warm loving gaze that you'd been missing for a while.

"Are you my hajime? B-but he wasn’t supposed to come home till….tonight" You hiccup.

“You’re my haji!”

"Yes, baby. Now, will you let me touch you now?" You nodded and jumped into his arms right now.

"Ooof- Careful right there." He didn't hear anything but your cute little snores, he might be tired right now but having that little talk with you just gave him a bit-- a lot of energy in return.

Bokuto

This big ball of fluff was with his teammates for an after-party game.

You, on the other hand, are with your friends and are bar hopping. Expectantly Bokuto wandered his eyes searching for a familiar person, but none to be found.

He just thought that you are still probably having fun with your friends.

He reassured himself that a little bit over twelve is still early so here he is patiently waiting for you (even though there's a slight chance you'll never come) while still enjoying his time with his very own friends.

From the perspective of his teammates, it was odd to see Bokuto sitting in one place and not moving so much. Is it because of his drink?

The loud music of the bar made communication a tad difficult. However, Bokuto did not fail to hear his phone ring with the help of the ringing vibration, of course.

His face did lit up when he saw your nickname on his screen and almost took no time to answer the phone.

"My pretty baby! I miss you so much, What took you so long to call, I was waiting." Bokuto is now in his baby voice pouting, much to his joy it was actually your friend who called him and told him you guys were sitting from a distance to where he and his teammates were.

"Oh, thanks! I'll be right there in a minute." It might seem that Bokuto was drinking beer the whole time but it was actually just an orange juice. He didn't plan on getting drunk before he could pick you up.

Akaashi had told him it was not a gentlemanly move to be drunk and be taken care of his s/o. But to be completely honest, Akaashi just told him that so he could spare you handling Bokuto's weakness #12.

He finally saw where you were when he noticed one of your friends waved their hands to get Bokuto's attention. "Bokuto-kun, we're really sorry. She got pretty enthusiastic and got carried away." your friend scratched her nape.

"It's ok, I'll take her from here. Thanks for dropping by though."

Your friends bid goodbyes to Bokuto before leaving. Your boyfriend helped you stand up, you were blinking your eyes trying to see the person that's in front of you. The moment Bokuto landed his hands to your waist you pushed him enough to collide with another person.

Bokuto apologized repeatedly before directing his attention to you again. His thoughts start to bother him. Couldn't you recognize him? How many drinks did you take?

But He tried again, "Y/n baby, it's Kou. You're boyfriend." It seemed that his puppy eyes were enough for you to recognize him.

"Kou?" He nodded

"Yes! Yes, baby!"

You immediately jumped your way to Bokuto, and kissed him."You're my Kou!" He laughed catching you in his arms. "Now let's get you home." He kisses your lips before dropping a text to his team's group chat.

Akaashi was right! He should be taking care of you when you're drunk. Only because he gets to see this new side of you.

[koldunyakiramman]

Haikyuu Headcanons on doing homework together ༉‧₊˚.

characters: Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Asahi, Lev

tags: fluff, comfort

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Bokuto ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

will always be a little late because he oversleeps and feels bad about it

tries to do homework at first, but gives up 5 minutes later

is trying to get some attention by distracting you from doing your homework, and gets upset if you don't give him any

builds towers out of pens and proudly shows them to you

puts his head down on your shoulder, and takes peaks at your notes, so he can copy them

keeps asking if you can take a break even though he hasn't done anything

randomly starts singing some lyrics

Akaashi ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

is focused on the studying, but still glances at you from time to time to make sure if you need help

explains the things you don't understand as often as you need to and stays calm

is passionate about teaching you new things and doesn't make you feel stupid

makes sure you feel comfortable, doesn't push you, and listens to you

shows acts of service by bringing you water and snacks, so you don't feel overwhelmed

usually wears glasses while studying

Kuroo ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

he finishes his homework very quickly, so he can spend the rest of the time concentrating on you

once in a while he will take away your notebook and hold it in the air, so you can't reach it

if he notices that you've made a mistake, he'll most likely comment on it in a friendly way

will play with your hair, and hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, when he's bored

adores your smartness and is fascinated every time he sees you solving difficult terms

always notices small details about your outfit and compliments you on your appearance

Asahi ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

will always greet your entire family when he's in your home

your pet loves Asahi and will always jump on him and ask for cuddles

as you study, he will ask you questions about how your day went

feels a little embarrassed every time he doesn't understand something

will feel overwhelmed when you ask him for help, even if he knows the right answer

stutters a bit while explaining and apologizes for it

encourages you when you don't understand something and compares you to him to show how intelligent you are

Lev ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

get's excited to spend your time with you, even though he doesn't like studying

will sit with both of his legs on the chair and swing from side to side

is more interested in what you are doing, than what he has to do

he's very direct and will tell you about the mistakes you've made

teases you about your height out of context

loves to touch and hold your hand because of the size difference

will tell you about his new achievements in volleyball and how other team members are proud of him

asks you every five minutes if you are done

[purin-gambler]

gachapon machines with bokuto was a small mistake. upon walking around the streets of the bustling city, your aimless journey with each others company somehow landed you in front of an array of different wind up machines, all filled with an assortment of different capsuled collectables. ranging from plushies, can badges, keychains— all the sort. the two of you deciding to take closer inspection of every wind up machine to see what was available to randomly receive in exchange of a few coins.

“kou, this ones cute!” you called out to bokuto, who turned from the machine of nostalgic mini figures of some childhood animation he once enjoyed. he stepped close behind you, large toned body against your much plush and softer one. large hands firmly squeezed around your pudgy hips to stabilize himself as moved forward to observe the selection of keychains inside the machine you were looking at.

a variety adorable little mascot keychains were displayed, your voice amused as you exclaimed, “this one kinda reminds me of you!” he glanced over to see your expression, an intrigued look of awe exhibited onto your features as you looked at cute assortment. especially at the little owl keychain you were specifically eyeing. a light breath of a chuckle bubbled from bokuto, and without question, he pulled out a few coins from his wallet, and already placing them into the gachapon, winding up the machine.

he nodded for you to take the capsule now sitting idly for your taking. a small exchange of gratitude was conveyed from your lips, before popping open the keychains plastic confinement.

a little cat appeared, to which, bokuto snickered. reminded of an old friend instantly, a mental image of said friend flashing his mind. though, it wasnt the owl you wanted, so he pulled out more coins for you— another attempt to keep going.

though when it still wasnt it, he kept going. and going… and going…

you told him to stop countless of turns ago, but each time he kept insisting, “just one more time…”

eventually, he did get the little owl that reminded you of him so much. a small exclamation of victory exchanged between you both, and the glimmer of happiness in your eyes was well worth the efforts to bokuto. even though he drained the machine of all its contents until you got what you wanted. still, it was well worth it.

maybe he’ll just hand out the extra 30 keychains he rolled to his teammates and volleyball fans…

[noirflms]

PET NAMES — haikyuu boys

what pet names they call you. or the dear names they use to have your heart racing.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ SAWAMURA DAICHI !

he calls you ‘love’ and in the most softest and sickly sweet voice possible. the word sounds like the call of a siren to you, it gives you butterflies. the name has you giggling and so in love and gosh, he adores that he does that to you. it’s always — how’s my love? . i’m home, my love . thank you so much for everything, love . and it is only him that whispers it to you in the most ugliest and baddest of days that might come in your life. it is only him that ever would call you ‘love.’

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ IWAIZUMI HAJIME !

babe/idiot/sunshine — these are the names he calls you around the house. babe is for when he is annoyed with you, idiot is when he finds the most stupidest things you do adorable and sunshine is when he kisses your huge stupid smile and you giggle music to his ears and he whispers it in your ears. his voice will always be reverberating around the house — babe, not now . this is the most dumbest thing, idiot . i love you, sunshine . and he makes you feel like you own the world for he brings it to your feet.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ TENDOU SATORI !

he often calls you ‘chéri’ but on days he always whispers the name ‘sweetheart’ to you. whenever he is excited he calls you ‘chéri’ his voice enthusiastic and warm, eyes bright and the name would roll of his tongue just like the sweet chocolate he makes. the ‘sweetheart’ is reserved in the bounds of home, where he finally unfolds, tired and soft, eyes lidded with sleep, he whisper it in your ear. i think you’d absolutely love this flavour, mon chéri! . you just know how to make my day , sweetheart . and it has you all putty in love as you pepper kisses all over his face, too in love with him.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ BOKUTO KOUTARO !

the whole world knows what he calls you. it is either ‘sunflower’ / ‘my star’ and at times it is ‘pretty girl/boy’. he screams these names to the world and it would have you laughing to your hearts content when he calls you you as he spikes the ball – this is for you, my star . or when he is too excited about something – isn’t this beautiful, sunflower? . the names have you becoming lovesick, heart only racing for him. but there are days which are gentle – thanks for being mine, pretty girl/boy . and bokuto wonders of you’d ever know how lucky he is to have you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ SUNA RINTAROU !

with a smirk on his face, and eyes like the fox, he calls you these names with the most sultry and velvety voice. ‘princess/prince’ , ‘darling’ – a saccharine smile on his face as he speaks these with ease, calling to you like some emperor. what’s my princess/prince doing? . gosh, darling, i hope you know what you do to me . sometimes it is the mix of the two together – where’s my darling princess/prince going? . and you wonder if he knows of the effect he has you. where you go weak in the knees as you hear his voice.

writing for them makes me so alsbekdnkdndod i love these boys so so much 😭😭😭

© noirflms twenty twenty four ─── all rights reserved . plagiarism is a crime . do not copy . love to everyone <3

[darlingbabyboo]

"You're in my Jersey!"

♡ Haikyuu boys see you in their uniform! ♡

Kenma

He thought he wouldn't care (he cares very very much)

You never really went out of your way to go to Kenma's games, he always made sure that you knew it wasn't that big of a deal to him, you two get to hang out whenever you want. one game won't chanegg anything.

Kuroo (the little meddlers) can't let that slide

He's the one that proposed that you come to one of Nekoma's games, provideing you with one of Kenma's jersey's

Kenmas eyes went real wide when he saw you in the crowd 👀

You know how Nekomata usually subs him out for one of the sets- that's not gonna happen today

Everyone looking at him like 🤨🤔 and he mumbles the weakest shit about showing off his internal organs or whatever Yamamoto be talking about

Kuroo laughing in the background (with his ugly ass hyena laugh, baby I love you but why 💀)

He's gotta show off for his girl

Don't worry, she knows you got stamina

He's playing the best game of his life, demolishing the enemy

His team don't know what's going on but they enjoy this side of Kenma while they have the chance

After the game, he makes sure that you understand how much he appreciates you in his jersey

"I like this look on you." Kenma mumbles and plays with the bottom of the jersey that brushes against your thighs.

At his admission, you give a cheeky grin. "Look at that Kenny." You coo, "you like when I wear your clothes."

The tips of his ears start to turn pink, but he can't help nodding along when you wonder aloud if you should come to more of his games. A possessive side (that shocks him to the core) pops up at the idea of you wearing more of his clothes. For once, Kuroo's idea isn't a complete train wreck.

Bokuto

No way are you dating Bokuto and not coming to one of his games

Put on your clown shoes 🤡👞 because you gotta be one if you think that he would ever let that slide

You might possibly kill Akaashi because you've raised Bokuto's ego so much, but Bokuto looks at you with so much love in his eyes that it's hard to regret your decision (though, serious apologies Akaashi)

He's playing at his best with his baby in the crowd

There 👏🏾 are 👏🏾 no 👏🏾 emo 👏🏾 modes 👏🏾

The love of his life is in the crowd, you're delusional if you think anything can turn his frown upside down 😃

He probably broke some of the blockers arms with how hard he's hitting the ball

Not the only thing that's hard

Who cares about those blockers when his baby's here 😍

He barely makes it to the offical end of the game before he's rushing into the crowd to get you. As soon as he lays his eyes on your amazing figure in his jersey, he's grabbing you by the waist and spinning you in the air. "Baby!!! You gotta wear this more!!!" His eyes shine even brighter (which you thought was an impossible feat with how birght they already are.)

You snort, "like I don't wear this enough." You lay your hands on the sameside of his face and give him a gentle kiss on his nose, "I swear, you want this to be the only thing I wear."

He gives a toothy grin at that, "exactly!"

[jesswritesthat]

can i request a kuroo x reader where reader is bokuto’s sib? that would be so funny and how would he act towards them? and HOW BOKUTO WOULD REACT AT THIS😭😭 love yaa

A/N: omg I love this idea!!!

>>>>——————————>

Kuroo Dating Bokutos’ Sibling Headcanons:

• Ironically Bokuto was the one to introduce you to Kuroo, and he would never have shown you off so proudly if he could predict the future.

Alas - you walked into a busy Fukurōdani Group Training Camp during their second year equipped with a bento box and a string of curses.

“See how amazing my family is Rooster hair? My biggest fan brings me lunch!” Bokuto slings an arm around your shoulder beaming with grateful pride.

“Ugh, yeah yeah. I figured you’d need energy and I wanted to see Akaashi too…” You retort, looking for your fellow first year in the gym.

• Bokuto issued you an expression of feigned hurt, hand on his chest and putting you at arms length as he hunched over.

“You wound me!”

“If that’s all it takes, I need to take notes.” The Nekoma player commented, this leaving Bokuto barking back at him before returning to ‘normalcy’.

“Anyway, this is my wonderful sibling (Y/n) and this is Kuroo Tetsurō. A middle blocker for Nekoma.”

“Nice to meet you Kuroo.”

“Likewise.”

• It was meant to be left at that, and each of you involved in that situation would’ve agreed too. Except, you found that the way he matched your wit magnetic, and how he’d join you when teasing Bokuto became a highlight of your time spent at the camp.

• Akaashi had noticed it too, addressing it rather bluntly since he was the one you lingered around most often.

“You and Kuroo-san get along well.”

“I know, he’s kinda cool. I’m glad I got to met players from other teams, no wonder Kōtarō likes these training camps so much.”

“You’re right, they are fun.” He’d dismissed is as friendly acquaintances. For now.

• It wasn’t until the next practice match between Fukurōdani and Nekoma that you saw Kuroo again (and you’d ensured to come by the gym before the match to see them). This time warmly greeting each other like friends rather than strangers. A ritual that continued very time Nekoma were involved in Volleyball events.

• It’s near the end of second year that Bokuto finally started to notice, this wasn’t how ‘just friends’ acted. Your brother was oblivious to this stuff usually, which is why it had taken an interaction longer to catch on, but when it came to you he was more observant with such things.

• It’s written in the way Kuroo leans in to listen to you; how you refill his and Kenmas bottles; that you seem to be laughing together more often than not; and in the way you look at each other. It incurs a narrowed analytic gaze from the Fukurōdani Ace.

• When you felt hands clasp your shoulders and steeer you away with an intimidating undertone to his upbeat voice, you figured he was on to your little crush.

“I’m taking (Y/n) away rooster hair, my sibling and I have things to discuss. Don’t we?”

“Crap.”

“Oh yeah, you’re damn right.”

• Golden eyes boared into you intently as if expecting you to spill all your secrets, Akaashi also present to such painful tactics.

“This isn’t going to work Bokuto-san.”

“Give it time Akaashi! I‘ve been unbeatable since we were kids.” The Ace dismissed, not breaking stern eye contact with you.

“Kōtarō, you’re an idiot.”

“And?”

“And nothing.”

“Oh nothing about Kuroo hm? That scheming bastard not charming enough huh?”

“Yes he— I mean no— argh this is so unfair!”

“HAHA! See, told you I’d get ‘em.” Bokuto smugly nudged Akaashi who looked far too tired for your sibling antics right now.

• Well at least you’ll only see each other at volleyball events, which aren’t too frequent to build on. Especially a long as Bokuto lives and breathes.

“I got his number.”

“YOU WHAT?!” He’s dramatically shaking your shoulders as of its going to realign your senses.

“He — gave — number — in touch.”

“I’ll spike his stupid face!”

“You’d do that anyway.”

“Not the point (N/n)! I’ll do it 100x harder now!” It was rather eccentric, but you’d like to think he would actually commit to such a thing ���purposefully’.

• So your secrets out. Bokuto isn’t happy about it. And Akaashi is the embodiment of Switzerland but with more conspiracy.

Oh you want a moment to talk to Kuroo without Bokuto knowing? He’ll distract him. Bokuto can’t supervise all the time? Akaashi is monitoring Kuroos interactions.

• However you manage to meet up in Tokyo without the pretences of volleyball games or training camps. It’s purely to see one another and through this developing friendship, and with each outing creating a level of comfort, it was natural for the flirty banter to start.

• Such a tiptoe game preceded to their third year, and it became dangerously obvious that the pair of you had a thing for each other but neither of you had acted on it. At first Bokuto was relieved and eager to pettily drag you away whenever the opportunity arose. But now he’d kind of understood that the growing feelings were more genuine than he’d originally assumed.

• It’s still a surprise when Kuroo charismatically pulls him away to an empty gymnasium after training, only to take a more awkward and serious tone when the nerves set in.

“Bokuto, you know you’re one of my best friends right?”

“Yeah man, but I’m not into you that way.”

“Woah, you wish frosty tips.” Kuroo breathed out with a smirk, more at ease thanks to that remark. “I was gonna ask for you blessing as lame as that sounds.”

“Eh? What for?”

“To ask (Y/n) on a date…”

That’s when the humour tainting his expression fades, when the amber in his eyes burn, and the muscles of his crossed arms tense up.

“I see.”

• It takes you a moment to grasp the situation too, of Tetsurō actually asking you to hang out with him after the camp ends - with the specificity of it being a date this time. It doesn’t take long for you to accept, even if you did tease him a little.

“Has becoming Captain made you braver?”

“Oya, I asked before you did (Y/n). Let alone the fact you couldn’t resist my offer~”

• Kuroo finds the situation the easiest to deal with you think, he acts natural even if he is a bundle of nerves underneath it all. His existing relationship with Bokuto and teasing personality make it easier to adjust to. Although sometimes you’ll over hear conversations between the two.

“Thanks for asking rooster hair. Anyway… how’s (Y/n)?” Bokuto asks, slightly more apprehensive than their previous conversation about teams.

“Happy I hope, though I annoyed them the other day - ate the last snack from the packet.” Kuroo snickered, only for Kōtarō to cut in.

“Yeah? You should try taking a bunch of photos, that really gets to (Y/n).”

“Hey?! Don’t help him!” You shout down.

• It amused you in the beginning, one specific time when Kuroo came to your door to pick you up only to find an expectant Bokuto.

“Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. I can’t possibly allow my beloved sibling—”

“I have fried chicken.” Kuroo held up a warm takeout bag, conniving smirk in place.

“Deal, take ‘em wherever you want.”

“Kōtarō?!” You explained, your brother accepting the food without a second thought and ushering you toward the door.

“Eh? You haven’t bribed me in a while, rooster hair is my favourite right now. Out you go, don’t keep the man waiting.”

• They also go shopping together whenever it’s a celebration that involves you. They gladly put yen together for a big gift, or give one another recommendations - yet act completely innocent about it when you call them out on it.

• Sometimes you even feel like you’re third wheeling if Tetsurō visits the Bokuto household, their bromance truly was one of a kind. Though you didn’t mind, grateful that your brother and boyfriend got along so well.

• Bokuto still had that big brother protectiveness though and Kuroo was a scheming bastard when exploiting it. He’d playfully kiss you or show affection in front him - Kōtarō immediately pulling you into him with a look of utter disgust.

“How dare you lay your hands on (Y/n)?”

“Kou, he’s my boyfrie—“

“He knows what he did!”

• Overall it’s a positive experience, and it feels like Kuroo is already apart of the family due to the connections you each already share. They both make the effort to ensure you are happy when they can, and keep in touch fairly often. To be honest your certain they let the other know if your in a bad mood… so much for loyalty y’know?

• However, one thing you haven’t discovered yet, is that when Kuroo asked for Bokutos’ blessing, he readily accepted.

“I see.”

A look of contemplation, and then a beaming smile.

“Finally man! Course you have my blessing bedhead, I can tell you care about (Y/n) and would protect them like I would. Plus I know they’d be happy.”

“Thanks Bokuto, I’ll give it my best if they accept.”

“You better. Else I’ll kill you.” This was sinister, it was that deranged look he got when lost in a match, the one before the most earsplitting spikes - suddenly replaced with his usual carefree grin.

“Whatcha waiting for huh? Get out there and ask (Y/n)!”

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[ Masterlist ]

[bowtiepasta]

bokuto’s idea of cleaning is moving things around until you can’t find anything anymore.

you’re on a frantic hunt for your keys, and he’s fidgeting by the door trying to explain how he “organized” the living room by “shifting the couch three inches” and “putting everything in piles.”

you stop ripping through the basket by the door and turn to him, bouncing on the balls of his feet like a guilty puppy. “where?”

he gestures vaguely around the room. emphasis on vague. “you know.. around.”

“bo,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “where are my keys?”

“I probably put them somewhere logical!” he insists, grinning way too big for someone who’s turned your life into a scavenger hunt. “okay, hear me out — if I were a set of keys, I wouldn’t want to be out in the open. too risky. so I put them somewhere safe.”

your stomach sinks. “safe where?”

he rubs the back of his neck, tongue between his teeth. “uh, maybe the important stuff pile?”

your eyes flick to the coffee table, where a stack of unrelated objects collects — unopened mail, mismatched socks, the TV remote, a half-eaten granola bar, and for some reason, a singular shoe. you dig through. no sign of keys.

“the tiny stuff pile?” he tries again, pointing his thumb toward the shelf in the bedroom nervously.

you push past him, rifling through an even more concerning assortment: probably dead batteries, loose change, bottle caps, and an entire head of garlic?

you take a deep breath and walk into the living room, feeling the frustration build. and then, as you look under the couch, you spot a glint of metal. you kneel down, slide your hand under, and pull out exactly what you were looking for.

“there!” you hold them up like a trophy. “your safety zone my ass. this is just chaos.”

he watches you, a soft smile spreading across his face. “I knew you’d find them,” he says, quieter now.

you turn to him, keys dangling from your fingers. “you’re lucky I love you.”

bokuto takes a step closer, grin melting into something close to relief. “so lucky.”

he leans down, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, “I’ll make it up to you,” he murmurs.

“you better.” you whisper back, laughing at the way his nose scrunches when you kiss it.

“dinner?” he suggests, hands landing at your hips as yours wrap around his neck. “no piles, I promise.”

[romaevelizz]

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

˖ ࣪⊹ He’s the kind of guy to help put and take off your shoes, even if your not drunk, but if your getting ready his large hand wrapping around your ankle as he slips your shoe on next tying the laces or strapping the heels your wearing “Hmm there you go love can’t have you bending over to put them on no?” His voice deep and tender kissing your lips gently.

Ushijima, IWAIZUMI, Daichi, Kuroo, TSUKISHIMA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, Kageyama,

Little reminder rq are open!(im desperate ☹️)

[megapteraurelia]

sibling!bokuto. | 2

a/n | he is smarter than i give him credit for, but stupid bokuto is my spirit animal and will forever be written as such (at least in this series)

“KOUTAROU!”

the house suddenly fell silent, even though there had been laughter and yells just before. the sudden stillness settled heavily over the air and the taste of fear was faint in the air. 

no response from your brother. absolutely none. 

if you hadn’t heard him screech about something senseless and probably silly just a couple seconds ago, you would have thought he truly wasn’t there. after all, having bokuto koutarou make no noise is impossible. the fourth of newton’s laws of motions dictated that where koutarou went, chaos followed.

so, you decided to pay him a visit.

slowly, you stamped your way to the living room, where you had heard him last. him and some of his friends from school; some guy who kept apologising to you about your brother’s antics, which you found highly unnecessary since you knew exactly the type of person koutarou was, as well as some other guy who seemed to pathetically be full of himself (it didn’t even work). 

you found two of the three sitting on the couch, junk food strewn on the table in front of them, empty bottles of iced tea and half-drunk soda standing on coasters that you knew akaashi had put underneath the glasses, because koutarou never would. that was partly why your mom loved having akaashi over, you mused.

unsurprisingly, though, no sight of your brother.

“hey, younger bokuto-san,” akaashi waved at you from the couch, and konoha also shot you a grin at seeing you. absentmindedly, you murmured a hello back, eyes swiping over the chaotic living room to find a certain white-black haired individual. 

it wasn’t hard to find him. 

koutarou never had any new hiding places even though you told him that you found him all the time; all his brain cells were needed to survive day by day, so he barely used them for anything else. school could attest, at least. 

your eyes zeroed in to the dining table set up on the right wall, and the feet peeking out from behind the farthest chair. he wasn’t completely visible, but because he continuously forgot how big he actually was you could see the tip of his spiked hair peer out, the curve of his shoulders, his feet. 

“koutarou,” you said again, your voice hard.

he didn’t move, but the hair trembled. konoha’s muffled laughter cut through the air, and akaashi sighed out, shaking his head, mumbling something about koutarou having it coming for him.

“oh, it seems like my dearest brother isn’t here,” you still stared at the spot where he was hiding, but spoke to his friends, “well, if he isn’t man enough to face me — “ his hair perked up at that and you knew you had him, just another…push: “ — then i suppose i just have to make him understand in a different way.”

“what’s that then, younger bokuto-san?” akaashi’s voice sounded void of emotion, having already mediated enough times between you two to know the spiel and the dramatics between you both, disinterested as he drank his soda, slightly regretful at his indulgence. 

“easy!” you pointed at koutarou’s hiding place, pointed hard at the person hiding behind the furniture, willed your entire annoyance into it, “i just have to throw away all his photocards that he hid in his bird of prey nature book!”

like an explosive, bokuto koutarou jumped out from behind the chair, his finger pointed back at you accusingly; deep baritone  of his whiny as he cried out, “that is so cruel of you! how dare you?! girls’ generation did nothing to you!”

“here we go,” konoha cackled gleefully, hand coming down hard to clap akaashi’s shoulder. the latter looked like he was contemplating his existence hard, more so than usual.

“no, but YOU did. how dare you eat my last yoghurt?! you don’t even like the flavour??”

koutarou had the decency to blush, but his eyebrows shot up until they disappeared in his hairline, anyway, looking at you like you were stupid. again. would anybody really question you or mind if you were to clock him one right now? 

“no, but i was hungry? have you ever been hungry in your life before? why would i not eat when i’m hungry?”

“because it was mine.”

“i’ll buy you a new one,” he shrugged, a grin on his face as if that solved anything.

you narrowed your eyes and akaashi stared at his drink as if he would rather be anywhere else but konoha was loving it, “liar. you never bought me any of the food you stole from me.”

“okay, hold on a moment,” he said seriously, his hands held up in the air like a timeout, “i’m not a thief. we spoke about it, remember? mom forced you to tell me that my hair colour doesn’t make me into a robber.” 

he aggravated you, so you lied to him, “i lied.”

“no, you didn’t!” he gasped, eyes wide open and he looked to akaashi and konoha for help; a louder burst of laughter from the latter, wheezing as his hand slapped akaashi’s shoulder again, and this time, his friend, wincing from the hits, decided to step in, “bokuto-san, you’re not a robber. there’s no need to worry about that, though you should apologise for taking your younger sibling’s food without asking because that’s not very kind.”

koutarou gripped his hair tightly between fisted hands, a constipated look on his face as he tried to understand the many different opinions and facts thrown at him, “wait, i’m so confused now. what’s happening, what am i now?” an idiot, all three of you thought, deadpanning.

[clawsdevour]

hq charas play fighting w/ you hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: all fluff!!, not proofread

⠀︵ ིྀ ⠀𓈒

-the type to fight back with you. of course, holding back with all their might because one knock down meant one strike for them as your boyfriend. well.. let's just say the playfully hitting turned into more and they accidentally bump you a bit too hard to the point where you had to take a moment because you just got k/o-ed, making them feel bad to the point they have to beat around the bush with themselves while taking care of you.

"take this! -oh sorry.. that must've hurt a lot. i'm sorry love, i didn't mean to do that. i didn't mean to hit you so hard.. come here" immediately changing the atmosphere to take care of the wound they unexpectedly landed on you, craddling you tight in their arms while they coo out sorry's in your ear.

charas: bokuto koutaro, ushijima wakatoshi, daichi sawamura, kita shinsuke

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-the type to use their words more than their hands to fight back. matching your playful antics, this fist-on-hand battle turns into a bickering arena where each roast becomes more daunting and goofier as you both end up erupting in paint from laughing so hard.

"oh yeah? you wanna fight like that?? then come at me. -y'know what that's why your breath stank, uh huh. you think i don't brush my teeth and what? what about it? wait a minute...!"

charas: hinata shoyo, sugawara koshi, osamu miya, nishinoya yu

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-the type to for sure rile you up more while you guys are fighting for dominance. palm in palm, putting all your might into pushing each other back with all the force you can muster while you both snicker at each other making remarks to tease.

"i bet i'm gonna last longer than you just watch. you're not match for me you here that. purr all you want about being stronger than me."

charas: kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, atsumu miya, tendou satori

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-the type to attempt to brush you off. how so? they hit you with their blunt sarcasm instead of their hands which has you turning red in irritation which will either work or make you want to land a finishing blow on top of their head till a big red bump appears.

"whatever.. you really think your little fingers can do even just the little of littlest damage on me? you've got to be kidding. your power is like weak as an ant don't play with me right now."

charas: kenma kozume, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou

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-the type to stand there as you prod and nudge them on with your hands. they get what you're trying to pick at but it simply won't work as they enjoy the little gestures you do. your antics are just part of who you are and they secretly think its cute.. well sometimes a little bothersome but more on the cute side when they're trying to dodge your little hits and take in your weak shoves between chuckles.

"what... what do you wanttt???? you really think you could get my attention just like that? haha well you got it."

charas: kageyama tobio, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji

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