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the first time you and bokuto met, you guys were ten. you had just moved to tokyo and your mom got a job at the same place bokuto's mom worked. they became friends almost instantly, and once they realized they had children the same age, a play date was set immediately.
contrary to popular belief, you guys didn't get along well at all. bokuto was a stubborn child; he wanted to be outside playing volleyball with his friends, and the idea of having to stay inside to acquaint himself with a little girl that probably didn't know a thing about the sport seemed catastrophic.
he was right after all — you didn't know (or even care) about bokuto's treasured sport, and you were just as fond of being there as he was. you'd give anything to be at home, burying your face in some mangas, or playing piano.
you fought like cats and dogs the first four years after you guys met, both at school and outside of it, since your houses were close and your families were even closer. unfortunately, keeping a distance was just never an option.
the first time you and bokuto had ever gotten along (if you could even call it that), was when you turned fifteen. bokuto was invited to your party by default, as well as everyone in your homeroom class by your mother's request, nevermind the fact that you got along with hardly any of them.
you had just finished helping yours and bokuto's mom in the kitchen with prepping the food, and made your way back to the living room to check on your guests.
you froze in place once you caught them grouping around your piano, realizing that you forgot to put away your piano books.
you've always been big in the arts, but piano was your thing. you liked to think of yourself of a composer of sorts, writing sheet music and occasionally adding a few lyrics.
you would've thought you might have learned from a similar incident a few years ago, when you caught bokuto reading through your sheet music. though he never said anything — never hinted at any emotion at all — you still ended up a sobbing mess.
this however, was very different. they were snickering and laughing, pointing at the lyrics and your 'odd penmanship', trying to make out the words on the paper. you felt the tears swelling up in your eyes already, your hands trembling as you find yourself glued in place.
before you could even blink, a familiar figure's shoving past you into the room, and you watch as bokuto snatches the sheet music from the boy holding them.
he laughs then, snickering at bokuto before looking over at you. "hey, y/n, did you write all this bull—"
there is a fist colliding with his nose in less than half a second.
all the girls shriek and shove at each other as they back away from the commotion, screaming as bokuto scrambles on top of the boy, maintaining the upper hand from the very beginning.
you watch them fight, bokuto sporting a split lip and bruised fists as his mother runs in and yanks him off of the boy, your mother rushing in behind his to assess the situation.
you're utterly confused, even more so once he turns to find your eyes, and the side of his lip quirks up into a lopsided smirk.
later once everyone leaves and situation was managed and dealt with, you find yourself staring once again, as he takes a cotton ball to his bloody lip, and runs his fists under the tap.
once he turns off the water and looks up to address you, you catch sight of that intoxicating smile yet again, and you don't even need to ask anything. bokuto can read the question right off your face.
"can't have anyone else reading songs you wrote about me until you can tell me yourself now, can we?"
what if i turned this into a short written series, the five years of bokuto and y/n as enemies until this happens and everything changes?
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8:25 am. both you and bokuto have the day off.
you're leaning against the kitchen counter, one of bokuto's shirts loosely hanging off of your frame. as your thumb instinctively scrolls through your feed, the bubbling of hot water brewing for your morning drink sounds off next to you.
you're vaguely aware of the steam drifting up from the top of the machine when your eyes land on a post from an official msby account.
it was video where they had bokuto running around the msby locker room interviewing his teammates. the questions were along the lines of “favorite point you’ve won”, “court position you would try for a day”, “how do you wear your kneepads off court”, yadayadayada—
the questions didn’t really matter to you at the current moment. what caught your attention, of course, was your lovely boyfriend.
you watched his bright eyes as he excitedly talked to the camera and as they were trained on his teammates while he intently listened to their responses.
the same eyes that light up whenever he sees you, without fail. or the ones that glowed a warm amber when the afternoon sun hits them just right. ones you’ve seen on countless nights as bokuto lies on top of you with his chin softly resting on your chest, as he looks up at your face and his eyes dart over each and every feature on your face in utmost admiration.
and in the video he also smiles—a toothy and hearty smile where it’s so wide that little dimples appear at the sides of his face and some of his bottom teeth peek out from behind his bottom lip. his lips are rosy and full of life, just like him. and only you would know how soft they are, too, and the exact feeling of how they stretch into a content grin against your own lips when you kiss. it’s a smile you could never grow tired of.
everything about him is so charming. he’s adorable. some days you wish you could hide him from the world and keep him and his cuteness all to yourself.
and suddenly the urge just hits you—to hold him and hug him and smother him with affection. to cup his face in your hands and squish his cheeks so you can plant a big kiss on his lips. to nip the tip of his nose just to hopefully incite his laugh that brings music to your ears.
and guess what? you can do exactly that, right at this instant.
completely neglecting your brewing drink and leaving your phone laying flat on the countertop, you shuffle your way back through the apartment to you and bokuto’s shared bedroom.
you peek your head in and see he’s still out cold. the sunlight makes its way through the window blinds to cast shapes on your boyfriends bare chest, exposed by the sheets that he’s shoved down to his lower torso in his sleep.
a ray of light falls on his face, where his eyes are closed, his eyelashes brush against the tops his cheeks, and his mouth hangs open as he sleeps in and snores away.
the black and gray streaks of his hair are rendered messy and tussled as his head sinks into the pillow under it.
the other day you read about the phenomenon of, “cuteness aggression: desires to squeeze, crush, pinch, or even bite an object of our affection. scientists think it is a way we cope with intense positive emotions.”
yup. now you totally get it.
you approach his side of the bed and crawl on top of him, brushing your hands against his chest as you lean down to immediately start peppering his face in kisses. surely he’d wake up, and although you knew the previous night’s practice had taken a lot out of him and he deserved to sleep in for a little longer… the urge. the urge to gather him up in your arms with all the love in the world was simply just too strong.
his eyes not yet open, but his hands now moving to blindly search for your waist, his voice is groggy and rough as he mumbles, “this is an awesome way to start off my day.”
you let up with the face kisses for a moment and fight back a giggle as bokuto blinks one eye awake to get a good look at you first thing as he wakes up, “mornin’ gorgeous.”
too cute. butterflies fly around in your stomach while, firmly but gently, your hands go to hold his head in place as you resume to kiss him all over even more.
“what’s the occasion, baby?” he asks amidst being attacked by your displays of affection, his hands playing with the hem of his shirt on you.
“nothin’, just missed you,” you say between kisses, softly and just barely above a whisper.
“well i’m right here,” he smiles before stretching himself out under you, letting out a small whine as his body comes to before the day properly starts.
as he does this, you tap a finger on his nose and laugh when his face scrunches up in reaction, “kō, you look real cute in the morning, you know that?”
a sound of protest escapes from his throat as his arms wrap around you and he rolls you both over. now he hovers over you, and those pretty eyes gaze down at you. if only you could swim in those eyes and all the love they carry for you, forever.
but bokuto shifts so he can kiss you, and kiss you deep. when you part, you feel your heartbeat is racing and that maybe you don’t need caffeine this morning to wake up after all. not when your boyfriend is bokuto kōtarō, who brings something so inexplicably fulfilling to your life with each day you start waking up to him and his cute bedhead—his cute everything.
“not as much as you are all the time, cutie,” bokuto lazily argues and you lightheartedly roll your eyes with a small scoff.
now it’s his turn to “cope with intense positive emotions”, as you find yourself getting smothered with love—his love—in the messy sheets of your bed at around 9 in the morning.
clingy in the a.m
characters: bokuto x gn! reader wc: 888 warnings: mildly suggestive at the end, like VERY mild you have to squint to see it a/n: me posting my writing in this economy?! damn 😟
The countertop is cold beneath your bare thighs, the edge digging into your skin as your feet loosely hook around Bokuto’s legs…that is, if he could stand still. You’d think that he’d be less fidgety in the morning when sleep weighs heavy on his mind, but alas, he’s clingy when he’s sleepy…and so he keeps pawing at your sides, fingers clutching the sides of your shirt-his shirt, actually.
You let out a frustrated sigh, the hand holding his face tightens its grip to straighten Bo’s face. “Love, can you stand still so I don’t cut your pretty face?”
He lets out a quiet whine, hands running down along your sides until they’re resting atop your thighs. He spreads your legs just a little more, situating himself between them, ignoring the hiss that slips past your lips at the slight strain to your muscles. “Sorry, ‘m sleepy.”
“I told you to sleep earlier,” you mutter under your breath and resume the task at hand. He never lets it grow out much, opting for a cleaner look; so as soon as he feels the stubble, he drags you into the bathroom, begging that you help him shave. Personally, you think it’s just an excuse for him to be handsy, but no matter…not like you mind having his hands on you.
Though, it’s definitely distracting. His warm, calloused hands rub your thighs absentmindedly. You assume he isn’t doing it on purpose by the far out look in his eyes, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t drive you any less insane. Setting the razor aside, you cradle his face with your hands as you turn him to face you. “I’m almost done, just a few more minutes…please, Bo.”
His gaze leaves his reflection behind you and finds your own. His eyes soften, a complete contrast of the sly smile tilting the corner of his lips. “What’s the matter?”
You lower one of your hands to squeeze his side playfully, hating just how small he makes you feel…again…not that you hate it, if anything you use it to your advantage. He can’t help himself most of the time. According to him, you’re much too irresistible. He squeezes your thighs in return, acknowledging that yes, he’s well aware of what he’s doing despite not being fully awake yet. He’s insufferable, really.
He kisses the tip of your nose, a wordless promise that he’ll stay still long enough for you to finish. Picking up the razor, you finish up the other half of his face, making sure not to use a heavy hand so as to not hurt him, brows furrowed in concentration as you try to ignore the fact that he’s looking straight at you.
His promise holds no weight, as you knew it wouldn’t, because his thumbs start to rub circles into your inner thighs. Your legs try to squeeze shut out of habit, his wide torso keeping you from doing so. Biting your lip, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding through your nose, tossing the razor into the sink beside you.
You lean over to grab a face towel from a basket on the counter, putting it under running water long enough for it to dampen. Holding his face with one hand, you wipe his face clean with the damp towel in your other hand. “You’re all set,” you press a kiss to his lips after throwing the towel into the open hamper in the corner of the bathroom, though you miss by a bit, the towel landing on the edge of the hamper. Your hands find perch on his shoulders, firm beneath your touch. “Now go put on a shirt.”
His hands glide underneath your thighs so he can hoist you up, guiding your legs around his hips as he leaves the bathroom, peppering kisses to your face in adoration. “Thank you, love. Sorry for waking you up so early.”
You shrug, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You know I’d do anything for you, no matter how early.” He sets you down on the bed, hands resting on either side of you, his figure leaning into your personal bubble, albeit that doesn’t exist when you’re Bokuto Koutaro’s lover.
He snorts, a hand giving your thigh another squeeze. “That’s funny, considering you didn’t wanna get out of bed this morning when I asked you to help me out.” That’s another kiss to the corner of your lips-something he likes to do at the end of his sentences.
“I just needed an incentive.”
One of his brows shoots up, smirk returning to his lips, a hint of playfulness evident in his tone. “And what would that incentive be?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps it involves you running late to practice.” You tug at his hair a little harder, and he doesn’t miss a beat, body pressing yours into the mattress as he leans forward…he’s not content until he’s completely wrapped around you.
It’s too easy to rile him up, all you’ve gotta do is say something mildly suggestive and his thoughts run wild, as is obvious by the way his hands are already searching for skin to skin contact beneath your shirt.
And true to your word, he was in fact late to practice, as he will be tomorrow morning…and the morning after that.
College Bokuto stucks in my head rents free forever
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