Hello darling! If it's not too much trouble could you do 7, 8, and 14 for the kissing prompts with Bokuto? If you only want to do two then could you please do numbers 7 and 14. I can't wait for the completed writing, Thank you a million! -(One of you're biggest supporters, Admin Sunshine)
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Koutarou Bokuto
#7: running their thumb over the other’s lips
#8: when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the otherperson, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves
#14: a hoarse whisper “kiss me”
“If you keep staring at her, I’m going to peg you on thenext serve,” Akaashi warns Bokuto.
“But Akaaaashii,” whines the ace, “she’s so pretty! I mean,how can I not look at her?”
“Do it on your own time, we need to practice,” the setterreturns evenly.
However, even scolding from his best friend can’t fully deterthe ace from stealing glances in your direction. Ever since you joined as theteam’s manager this year, his large eyes frequently found themselves glued toyou. Either you were completely oblivious or simply ignored his attentionbecause you never seemed to notice.
It was late, practice having run long in preparation forNationals, but Bokuto was still at it, practicing spike, after spike afterspike until Akaashi finally told him enough was enough.
“My finger tips are getting numb Bokuto and you need to resttoo. We’ll pick it back up tomorrow,” he said, grabbing his bag and walking outof the gym ignoring the protests of the ace.
“Damn it,” he says grabbing a towel and wiping his brow. Heknows Akaashi is right but he needs to be perfect, needs to have everything dialedin. He’s pent up and excited, eager for next week when the games officiallybegin. The sound of squeaking wheels draws his attention away from his ownplight and he sees you wheeling the ball cart out. Silently, you begin picking upthe balls, walking back and forth across the gym to gather the mess he andAkaashi made.
Feeling guilty as he realizes this is not the first timethis happened, he makes his way to the other side of the net.
“You did really well today Bokuto-san,” you say with a softsmile, the one that makes his heart jump higher than Hinata.
He grins. “Hey, hey, hey! Of course, I did, I’m the aceafter all,” he bellows making you giggle.
To everyone else, Bokuto’s behavior can be rather annoying butyou think he’s cute. And it’s not like he doesn’t have reason to be proud; he’sreally that good. You just wish he could keep a handle on the swing of hisemotions, not so much for your sake but for his own.
Bending down, Bokuto picks up a few of the volleyballs,easily tossing them into the cart. With his help, the task is finished in halfthe time.
“Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that,” you say, aslightly blush to your cheeks. “I know you must be exhausted,” you add.
“Nah, I’m fine, plus, it’s my fault you stayed late in thefirst place,” he says a little quieter than normal. He follows as you wheel thecart into the storage room. Once inside, he watches as you fold the towels justbrought back from the laundry, their clean scent rather refreshing in theenclosed space. Deciding he wants to spend more time with you one on one,Bokuto grabs a towel himself, trying to fold it.
Seeing how poorly he’s doing, you giggle again taking thefluffy material from his hands, the graze of your fingers against his makinghis pulse race. “You’d think you’d never done laundry before,” you teasecorrectly folding then placing the towel on the shelf.
Sheepishly, he rubs the back of his head. “Well, I kinda don’t,my mom tried to get me to but one time of me ruining a whole load of whites byturning them grey made her banish me from all laundry duty.”
You laugh out loud, partially spitting out some of the wateryou’d just taken a sip of. Without thinking, Bokuto trails his thumb over yourlips to wipe away the excess water, the action and touch drawing a slight gaspfrom you. Leaving his hand on your cheek, he leans forward, entranced by howsoft your lips feel. When he realizes what he’s doing, Bokuto draws back againbut your hand grasping his free one stops all motion.
Looking into your eyes, he can’t believe it when you whisperhoarsely, “Kiss me.”
He doesn’t hesitate, mouth covering yours with his own, andboth hands wrapping into your hair. He can taste your coconut lip gloss whenhis tongue grazes your bottom lip. He’s surprised when you open up to himeasily, tongue moving out to meet his, the connection making him moan lowly.
Bokuto wonders if maybe he’s dreaming especially when yourhands wander under the back of his shirt, finger nails lightly scratching hisskin. His own hands trail the edge of yours, thumbs drawing little circlesagainst your flesh.
Things are escalating quickly, a bit too much, so you bothpull away heaving heavy breaths.
“Sorry,” you both say at the same time but then laugh.
“I mean, I’m not sorry for kissing you,” Bokuto saysquickly, grasping your hands.
You smile. “I know, me either.”
“Y/N, would you…would you consider going out with me?” You’venever heard Bokuto speak so softly.
Leaning up, you kiss him gently. “If you couldn’t tell afterthat kiss how much I like you, you really are a simpleton.” You laugh when hepouts, pecking your lips against his protruding lips. “Of course I’ll go outwith you silly.” Your answer drives away his gloom instantly, your own lipswidening in a big smile when he lifts you into a giant bear hug.