bokuto x reader
0.9k words, funny, kinda suggestive, goatee bokuto, timeskip (MSBY)
it’s not explicitly mentioned in the text but i wrote this thinking of a chubby reader (plump girl lover bokuto agenda).
part 2 here
loud cheers were heard from all over the room. your eyes wandered over the crowd, everybody's face lit up with excitement, their gazes fixated on the court. squeaks and the sound of the ball hitting the floor reverberated in the room while you were internally almost screaming from nervousness.
ever since you've first come to watch a match played by MSBY black jackals, you were fascinated by the atmosphere and energy the people brought.
you focused your attention back to the players, looking for the number 12 with the two toned hair.
the moment you spotted him, your face lit up in a smile as you saw him jump off the orange floor up into the air to hit the blue and yellow ball with full force. the ball shot to the right of the two men blocking in front of him, and landed on the ground with a loud thud. the crowd broke out into cheers and two loud wistles were heard one after the other.
the scoreboard showed 21 to 25 for MSBY. after 4 sets, they finally secured a third one for themselves, winning their game in the process. koutaro, shoyo, kyoomi, atsumu, and the rest of their team gathered together in a chaotic group hug while the audience clapped loudly.
a bit more than half an hour later you were waiting in front of the dressing rooms assigned to the team, waiting for your boyfriend to finish his shower.
just a few seconds later, the door opened for the first time and hinata walked out with his gym bag king over his shoulder.
“waiting for bokuto?” he asked, stopping to talk to you until the dawdle squad was finally finished.
“yeah. i bet he’s monologueing about how great he is because he scored the winning point…” you giggled lightheartedly.
“actually, for the fact that he did score that last point, he’s pretty down right now. i think he said something about a lot of the fans not liking his new look” hinata explained carefully, looking up to think about what else he said. “it’s about that little beard - what did he call it… a goat or something - he’s growing. apparently he saw a few posts after last week’s game where fans criticised the way it looks on him”
you chuckled at his attempt to remember bokuto’s words. “you mean the goatee? that’s what the people have been calling it i think…”
“right, exactly! he said he thought it looked good but i guess it’s not everybody’s cup of tea.”
“i’ll just have to find a way to cheer him up then. it’s not like his mood swings are a new thing to any of us.”
“who has mood swings?! what happened?? anybody need someone to cheer them up?” bokuto energetically said when he opened the door of the changing room. he walked out followed by atsumu and strutted over to you, a hand wrapping around your waist to pull you close and plant a peck on your lips.
you smiled up at him while his eyes slowly scanned your figure from top to bottom. he quickly noticed you wearing his spare jersey, which made a bright smile pop up on his face.
“so tell me, what were you just talking about?” he inquired again, this time calmer.
before you could answer, hinata spoke up. “i guess we’ll leave now! have a nice evening, and bokuto-san, see you saturday at practice!” the two colleagues turned around and made their way to the exit. bokuto watched them leave before turning back to you with a look that made your heart hurt a little. his lips were poured slightly, brows also furrowed a bit.
“do you think i look good?” he finally asked after a while of silence.
you watched him with a confused gaze, but answered truthfully.
“of course, why wouldn’t i?”
“even with this?” he said, his left hand moving up towards his face to point at his little beard.
sometimes you thought to yourself how this man could be so confident and cocky one second, and be all pouty and self-conscious the next. he was like weather on flat terrain - always changing so quickly that nobody could prepare for it.
“want me to be honest?”
he nodded slowly and carefully, fully expecting you to go on about how bad it looked (just like akaashi did the other week when he received a spontaneous facetime call from his dear highschool friend), but it never came.
“it’s so hot. i would to get on my knees right here and right now for you. since you let it grow i’ve had to control myself even more to not just jump you at any given moment.”
his eyes widened a bit. he didn’t expect you to like it that much, neither did he expect you to be this direct.
he took a step closer to you, your bodies almost touching now.
“please-”
“don’t you dare do anything in these hallways. i don’t want to walk through here in a hazmat suit next time. thank you.”
both of you looked towards the changing room, where sakusa stood with his bag in hand. after a few seconds of silence, bokuto started laughing loudly at kyoomi’s comment.
“don’t worry, these types of activities are reserved for at home.” bokuto said.
“good.”
with that, sakusa walked past you. and just when he thought there would be no more trouble, he heard bokuto’s whispered words echo off the empty corridor walls.
“and sometimes for the back of our team bus…”
a/n: this is my first fic in maybe 2.5 years so please be gentle… anyways i got the inspiration for this because i saw so many ppl on tiktok saying goatee bokuto doesn’t look good 😔 wdymmmmm he looks scrumptious i could literally eat him (getting on my knees rn).
do we want a part 2 to this? maybe kinda smutty? idk… maybe i’ll lose motivation again tomorrow but i could give it a try
bokuto goatee starter:
posted on: 13. June 2025
