im genuinely so obsessed with how you write bokuto it is So Accurate ♨️ anyway does he not totally seem the type to mock/imitate ur moans when u wake up the next morning complaining bec of how sore u were
bokuto begging you for another round
warnings. explicit nsfw. TW: drawing blood. minors DNI
details. bokuto x reader / fem!reader / somnophilia / quiet!reader / impatient!bokuto / dumb dick bokuto / cuddly / f!rec oral / rough sex / biting, bruising / timeskip!bokuto / morning breath does not exist in my fics / whiny!bokuto / coercion, if you squint / drawing blood / masochism + sadism / switchy!reader, switchy!bokuto / 1.9k words
notes. wowwowowowoww hello this was probably the quickest turnaround i've ever had. sry if it reads a bit fast, i wrote it pretty quick.
You stir, dizzy and confused, at a pressure against your lower back.
"Mmnh..."
You're coming to, realizing there's warm, strong arm snaked between your legs. A wave of pleasure you aren't prepared for washes over lower tummy.
Your whine is high and broken and overlapped by a seethe next to your ear.
"Kota-,"
He rolled his heavy hips into you, the plush of your ass the perfect resting place for his hard cock. Though he had been touching you for an unknown amount of time, he didn't do you or himself the liberty of removing any clothes. Yet.
"Good morning," He sang.
His biting on the shell of your ear and a rougher, heavier motion forced a wince across your features. He couldn't see it.
But now that you were awake, he could finally talk.
"Soo fuckin' good last night," His fingers edged beneath your panties, quickly slipping between the folds of your soaked cunt from all the work he had put in hours before. His laugh-like groan spilled across the tiny bruises littering your neck, "How 'bout you ride me this time?"
He mistook you rising up to your elbows as you meeting his challenge.
Your tummy ached, strong, when you curled up-- your arms were made of concrete, your thighs tender and pulsing in tandem your heartbeat (but not the good kind).
His grin shattered when he saw your face.
You were, in truth, a little scared at how sore he'd made you.
"So that's gonna be a no," He mumbled to himself.
A harsh, fast look made him cower.
"Sorry- sorry- what's, uh--," He sat up, hand hovering just over the outside of your thigh. When he asked you, 'what's wrong?' it sounds like he thinks that's what he should do.
An 'I don't know' would not have expressed enough disinterest. You landed on your best educated guess, instead, and told him with enough firmness to keep him at bay.
"You were too rough."
He looked like a kicked puppy.
"What?"
A flurry of memories from your long night filled his overactive imagination all at once, staggering him enough to lay onto his back. He rubbed his face with a big, exaggerated groan. You were so wild with him last night, but now you were back to that quiet, cold, disinterested coworker he was used to. He didn't want to return to having to keep his hands to himself, dancing around bad PR, and hearing, 'We can't' all the time.
You tried to ignore his tearless whining.
In the light of morning, you realized that his bed was enormous. A good size for a professional athlete. You could've gotten up to get dressed, but you weren't awake enough to make the uncomfortable journey yet. It would require a little too much core strength. The sheets slid off of your scantily-dressed form as you instead made your way up on bruised knees.
He peeked through parted fingers and his heart softened. You were totally littered in bite marks and bruises.
"I can be...softer."
Maybe you would've believed that, if he didn't speak through literally gritted teeth.
He did not appreciate how you laughed down at him.
His cock did though. It jumped at the sight of your smile. He was an absolute mess of a man.
"Wha-? No! That's not fair," He sat up so fast, so easily, you couldn't help but notice all his different muscles flex to make it happen. You barely met his eyes, so sudden and fierce in your face, with a less confident stare. He could be so unintentionally intense, in more ways than one.
His breath spilled fast over your skin, his hands filled with your hips before you're ready, "Just lemme me taste you--,"
“You were beggin’ for it last night!” He reminds you, bitter and mean-spirited but lacking a frown, “‘Kota, please, ohh, harder! Harder!’”
You flinch under all the weight he pushed onto you as he knocked you on your back.
Your body, though not at peak performance, still craved him. It learned that Bokuto came with all the pain; the harsh little nicks every other minute, the pushing and pulling and twisting, the love taps and bites. You couldn't have him without it.
"Please," His eyes pierced through you, imposing, but his tone was nothing short of desperate.
He could be fairly mindless, bordering on inconsiderate, but he wasn't emptyheaded enough to miss that crack in your armor. A glassy-eyed look you reserved just for him. You're under him all over again and you don't push him away. You don't want him to go.
His eyes lower to the cuts on your lips.
"You liked me last night, yeah?"
"Ah-h!"
Your inner thighs groan under his weight, his clothed hardon sliding perfectly over your soaked panties.
"Sh-it," Bokuto sighed a shaky, restrained breath, “What’s wrong with me now?”
Lost in thought, he dipped his head towards your neck with closed eyes. You stiffen, but he doesn't kiss, doesn't bite, doesn't suck.
It leaves this tingly, empty sensation. You crave him there. Doing anything.
You swallow, voice uneven and still unsure, "Gentle... okay?"
You watched the ceiling become a blur and your hips once again became a sacrifice to his eagerness. He tugged you hard to the edge of his mattress so he can kneel- a better position to jerk himself off.
He dropped to his knees with a harsh thud, fisted his cock, and mumbled something incoherent through your ruined fabric before ridding you of them.
From here, he could see your bruises were worse than he thought. He struggled to find a spot he liked that wasn't occupied by sensitive, raised skin. The bruises were conveniently in every area he favored.
"Mn-n, Kota--," You gasped. You pried at his mean fingers.
He had to give up and fist the sheets next to you with a dissatisfied groan.
The way his shoulders twitched under you, the sight of his veins, plump with effort as they gripped something less satisfactory-- you shuddered.
His tongue was the only gentle thing about him. Fat, and fluttery, and coated in your sweet juices.
You bucked against him, softly, and a hand laced through his color-damaged locks.
His moans buzzed just right against your clit.
He was so pretty when he looked up at you. Riding him was beginning to sound like the best idea you'd heard in a long time.
"Tha'so'hot," He slurred, sucking you up and spitting some excess wetness onto his hand. The thickness lubed up his dick so well he had to pant open-mouthed against you.
He readjusted so he wouldn't work himself up so fast and almost forgot not to squeeze you in the process.
His hand once again stuttered, in the air, over your legs.
"Fuck," He hissed. The sheets were not enough, so he just double fisted his own cock and let you keep rolling your hips slowly up into his slick mouth.
"O-h my- god," You trembled at his successful demonstration.
You couldn’t tell exactly which way you preferred him; when he listened to you, or when he didn’t.
You whined out an admission, "Y'look so good like that..."
The praise made him screw his eyes shut.
“Hm-mn…”
He struggled after that to keep himself composed and from cumming. He wanted to be inside you so bad that it hurt. He was completely out of breath, so he turned his head to the side and added a second layer of hickeys to the inside of your thigh.
"I need you,” He sighed, broken.
"Then do something about it." You laughed at him. You knew it would make him a little mad.
He rose with a big scoff, towering above you, and fixed your weak legs to his liking.
The hollows of your knees were an odd area that stayed particularly sore. You yelped at his squeeze, but it went ignored. Well, nearly. He did grin at your reaction.
"Maybe you're ri-ght," He gasped at the addictive sensation of pushing into your tortured pussy, "Fuck!"
Bokuto could feel how much you wanted him. How close he tongue-fucked you already, how exhausted you were by that dumb little noises flooding out of your mouth.
"Can't fuck you any other way," He confessed in a low mumble.
"M-mn-Ah!!"
He basked in your overstimulated mewls.
You were addicted to his heavy fucking - he was fascinated by how well a good girl like you could take him. He didn't waste your time with unnecessary pleasantries just because you were quiet. He gave you what you needed. He was irrefutably down.
The sound of him breaking you in again was loud and filthy.
Wet, and hard, and hitting your cervix like you owed him money. Like he was angry you had laughed at him twice.
Your breath was slowly getting stolen from you; partially because he was gradually opting to not support himself in favor of crushing you, and partially because you were already an inch away from finishing.
Your tiny gasps went ignored, so your nails started to speak for you by raking deep lines down his back. It didn't get his heavy body off of you.
"Y-eah," His masochistic grin preceded a brief laugh, "Hurt me, baby."
"Whatchu got, huh?" He teased. He was excited. He wanted the marks. He wanted the guys to ask about it tomorrow.
You could barely understand him, too drunk on his cock. It dulled your ability to think and he could see it.
"Hm?"
He finally let you breathe and set a larger hand atop yours, fixed to his shoulder, to give you the strength you didn't have within.
Your nails dug hard, thoughtless, and inflicted more than just divots. Your fingers were wet with blood.
"M-mn, h-aha," He pressed a messy and forceful kiss to your temple that moved your whole head to the side.
The effect was next to nothing for him. He looked just as lost in your pussy as he had before, and struggled to edge off the same intense orgasm, too.
His elation with watching you cum was also identical to last time-- he mirrored your gasp, eyes brightening as he felt your cunt spasm around his girth.
"Kotaa-Ah! !!"
That hot coil in you finally snapped, dragging with it a strength that imbued your panicky hands the ability to get a reaction from him.
"Good girl, oh-h, fuuuck yeah," He couldn't help but place a strong hand around your neck, match you, keeping you still and quiet, as he ruined you for his own use.
"H-mmn, fuc-k, fuckfuck, ahh--"
He came hard all over your tummy, twitchy and whiny and rasping, with a face you wanted to just keep drawing them from forever.
As soon as he was done, he sandwiched the sticky white stuff between your bodies by collapsing on top of you again. Messy was clearly his style.
“I need.. ugh, fuck,” He kissed, rushed, in no particular order all over your sweaty face, “I’need two minutes. Then- let’s go again, yeah?”
That avoidant look all over you, the stiffness under him, told him what you don’t have the breath for.
“Ohhh, baby- please,” He started to beg again.
When he rocked his slick cock against you, you realized he still wasn’t softening. He had been hard since the middle of the crew mixer last night. What in the hell was he made out of? Was he trying to set a record, or start shooting blanks, or make it so you couldn’t walk?
“Holy shit,” You muttered under your breath as he started to palm your sticky chest.
If you wanted one quick fuck, Bokuto was not going to be your guy.
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in which he gets jealous of his students who have your attention, instead of him :(
you hum to yourself as you make your way through the hallways of the elementary school your husband worked at, holding a heart-patterned wrapped bento box, filled with cutely decorated arrays of foods you know he loved. as you make your way closer to his classroom door, a smile gradually makes its way on your face as you hear a plethora of children’s voices, clearly giggling at something sugawara said.
“knock-knooockkk, can i come in?” you giggle to yourself as their laughs turn to surprised, adoring gasps at the sight of you standing in the doorway. “mr. sugawara your wife is hereee!”
“mrs. sugawara, come play! please!”
at their welcome, you step inside, greeting your husband with a sweet smile and a kiss on his cheek, handing him the bento box. “thank you, honey. how are you-” his words are interrupted as two of his students pull you away from him, eager to have you play with them.
as you sit there on the floor, cross-legged holding a large t-rex in one hand, with a small plate of pretend toys on the other hand, sugawara couldn’t help but feel a large bloom of adoration make its way up to his heart. you were going to make such a good mom one day.
he’d expected you to be gone for only a couple of minutes, the kids would get bored and move on to the next toy, as they usually do. but no, you were still occupied and seemingly engaged in this prehistoric domestic roleplay his students had you playing. sugawara knew it’d be irrational to feel even a little jealous– you were playing with 7 year olds! anyone would do that!
so how come he felt the tiniest pout form on his lips….
“guys! how about.. we give mrs. sugawara some space? hm? she’s a big girl, she can’t play all day, right?”
“but.. we wanna play with her. cooler than you. and she has a better t-rex growl than you, mr. sugawara.”
“hey–! i do not have a bad growl!”
“...”
“what if i give you guys another recess with mr. shoyo?”
the mention of the energetic, bright haired teacher immediately caught his student’s attention and they collectively made their way to his classroom, only to be met with a confused face and a grumble of how annoying “suga” was.
the classroom was quiet now, just you and your husband.
“what’d you do that for?”
“missed my wife.”
you stand up, patting your skirt as you clean up the toys left behind when you suddenly feel your husband’s warm hands rest above your waist. “mm.. where’s my attention?” his soft, gray locks tickle your neck and you can hear the pout without even looking back at him.
“i’ll give you all the attention you want when you’re done work, idiot.”
your boyfie has to leave a little earlier in the morning than you would like, so before he can leave you make him pay the toll.
reader x Akaashi , Bokuto , Kuroo , Tsukishima
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Akaashi stood there in front of you in the door way. You were standing between him and the door, holding your arms out like you were ready to catch some sort of huge boulder. He smiled down at you with a smirk, one hand on his work bag and the other on his hip. “What are you doing my love?”
“You can not leave. Until the toll is paid.” You gave him your widest, morning, bedhead smile. He rolled his eyes, putting his bag down and wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you slightly off your feet. He held you like that for a moment, before pulling his headback and leaving a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips. He loved your giggle.
“May I leave now? I have to get to Tenma’s soon.” He brushed your hair out of your face before standing up straight.
“I don’t really want you to...” you faked a thought, “but I guess I can let you go if you pay more fees later.” He smiled, kissing you one last time.
“I’ll be home around 6. I’ll pay all the fees that pile up.”
Bokuto always left at 5am to go on his morning run, returning around 5:45 to shower and get ready. Often you were up and ready by 6:30am making some breakfast and getting his lunch ready. Today however was his day off, one of the two days a week you two were supposed to sleep in and just spend the morning cuddling. When you finally woke up to see your boyfriend was not in fact in bed, you stood and went to the family room, seeing him put on his shoes.
“What are you do Kou?” you yawned, “I thought we were sleeping in and having a snuggle movie day?”
“We will baby, I promise!” He smiled, beaming at you as he stood. “I just wanted to go on a run this morning with Hinata. He had a new route he wanted to show me.” He walked over to you, watching you duck under his size and stand in front of the door, staring him down. “Don’t look at me like that baby.”
“You promised, you must pay the fees before you leave!” He looked at you confused. After all, you were just standing there with your hands crossed over your chest. Walking over, he stood in front of you, towering you before he wrapped his arms under your thighs and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, peppering you with kisses. Your giggles filled his heart as he also spun you around.
“All the kisses for my baby!” He cheered, spinning you one last time before plopping you on the couch and laying above you, using his arm to hold himself up. He gave you one more kiss, “I will be super quick. No more than thirty minutes and when I get back and get all showered, we’ll order our favorites and just stay in the whole rest of the day.”
Kuroo had just gotten home from work, before he realized he had forgotten to pick up the grocery order on his way home today. You told him you could call and get it delivered, you told him he didn’t have to leave again, you told him you didn’t want him too. Why wouldn’t he listen.
“Let me fix my mistakes, baby girl.” You sat on the couch pouting, it wasn’t that big of a deal to you. An easy fix, and he didn’t have to leave again. “I promise I’ll get the groceries and come right back.”
“This isn’t what paying it forward means.” you teased, he said he would pay you back for all your hard house work, especially since you were exhausted from your own job. the only thing you asked him to do was pick up the groceries. He walked over to you, kneeling in front of you.
“You asked me to do one thing, and I messed up and forgot. It may not be a big deal to you baby girl, but it is to me. I’ll drive down, and be back in minutes. Now let me pay it forward.” He stood, towering over you and placing a long, solid, comforting kiss to your lips before heading out the door. You stopped him again, your arms wrapped around his waist.
“Thank you. I love you Tetsu. I’ll have everything else ready for dinner tonight.” He smiled, giving you another kiss.
“Take it easy, I’ll help you cook tonight too.”
Tsuki wasn’t so big on affection, he showed you he loved you in other ways. Having a bath ready or you, ordering your favorite take out when you were needing a break from cooking, helping you study for your exams in a class he took the previous year. Occasionally, he would show you a little more attention.
“Okay Kei!” You sang from the kitchen, putting his lunch in a bag. “You should have plenty of food and snacks today, so don’t worry about coming home if you can’t make it.” He had practice after class today, and he wasn’t expecting to be home at all.
“Thank you.” He spoke from the door way, putting on his jacket before taking his bag from you and putting it over his shoulder. “I should be back around nine.”
“Sounds good. I’ll make a little extra food incase your still hungry. I have work at six am tomorrow so I’ll be going to bed early myself.” You slipped your arms around him, sneaking in a hug. He wasn’t super affectionate, no. But he at least gave you hugs.
“Alright, I’ll try not to wake you.” He held on to you for a moment, giving you a kiss before letting you go, then another one, and another one. Your smile cleared the rainy skies that day.
“What was that about. I liked it. You should do it more.”
“I’m always late, or running behind. If I don’t pay those late fees, I’ll be in a lot more trouble that’s just not worth it.”
Predators and their prey (yandereMafia kuroo x reader x yanderemafia Bokuto)
When you first moved to Tokyo you didn't expect to end up singing at a bar for money but it was the best you could find for now. It paid well and you didn't have to worry about too many creeps you just wished it was in a better part. Even though the bar you work at was a neutral zone meaning that anyone who came into the bar didn't have to be afraid of getting their head blown off by someone from a different group. That didn't mean that the area around it was safe with the yakuza running wild, cutting the land into. in pieces to make territories for themselves Tokyo there were two major groups the Nekoma and the Fukurodani both very powerful, lucky for you you've never come across any of the members or so you thought.
You never notice but there were always two pairs of eyes glowing in the darkest corner of the bar watching you intently whenever you were on stage. They were the most powerful men in Tokyo and they weren't afraid to throw their weight around to get what they wanted. So, when you started getting gifts that were life in your dressing room, if you could call it that it was more like a walk-in closet than an actual room the only real furniture being a small table with a mirror. They were the normal stuff you would get sometimes flowers mostly but then they turn from innocent to vulgar in the matter of two weeks.
From the most beautiful flowers you have ever seen to clothes that hardly cover anything at all along with letters that were sweet at first but at times turned most threatening. The more it happened the more stressed you became so one night as you sat at the counter thinking about possibly moving out of town with what little money you had two men approached.
“Tough day?” you looked to your right to find a young man he had deep red dress shirt with a black tie, vest, dress pants and shoes.
“Tough crowd tonight?” looking to your left there was another young man who wore something similar to the one on your right but his shirt was yellow with a white vest.
“You guys don't know the half of it.”
“Will we have nowhere to be and the night is still young so we can lend an ear for a while.” said the man on the right.
You smiled and figured if they were willing to listen then what the hell so you went on to tell them your woes of the past few weeks.
“So, a crazed fan huh?” said Bokuto , while talking to the two young men you learned their names.
“Pretty much, I'm thinking of leaving if it doesn't stop soon.”
“Think they may pull something?” asked kuroo.
“Who knows people around here seemed to do a lot of crazy things.”
“We could help you if you want.”
“And how can you do that?”
“Will,” started kuroo “me and my friend here are in the business of protecting other.”
You raise a brow knowing where this was going “and what would it cost?”
“Just seeing you safe is enough for us.” said Bokuto along with seeing whoever it is bloody and broken.
You were wary of the idea but if they couldn't help then you'll just leave like you planned to. However, after about a month everything had stopped: no more letters, flowers, nothing. Sadly, there appeared that less and less people came to the bar anymore which meant less money. The two men you've become friends with are really the only ones that come around anymore meaning that you may still have to leave even if you didn't want to. You're planning on telling them on your last day here hopefully it won't be too sad of a good bye if they let you that is.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: after the discord chat i had to. it’s not proofread so pls tell me if you find mistakes! <3 i’m supposed to be writing for bakugou for tmmw oh my god
WORD COUNT: 0.5K
WARNINGS: none!
PAIRINGS: Bokuto Kōtarō x gn!reader
↳ ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP ↲
The sun is setting across the horizon when you finally walk through the door.
It filters through the kitchen like a curious creature, soft rays of golden light fluttering between each sliver of the curtain fabric like a game of hide and seek.
You enter quietly today, sitting yourself at one of the kitchen island’s stools, and before he even turns around to face you he swears he can feel the soft ache of your heart in his hands.
That’s when it becomes clear; you need some lovin’, you need it now, and who better to give it than your big, strong husband?
“Hey, hey, hey,” he starts softly, quickly swiping his palms across the fabric of the kitchen towel, letting the flour stain it as he rushes over to you, “What’s wrong sweetpea?”
And when you merely rotate the little stool, letting your body fall into his chest, your heart finally hands him the story hidden within its breath; I am tired, please let me recharge with your touch, and he finds perhaps the mystery to it all can wait for later.
“Don’t wanna talk ‘bout it yet,” you mumble, “Ko, just… just hold me, please?”
“Of course, lovebug,” Bokuto’s hands come up to curl around you, one palm your cheek as his thumb strokes your skin as soft as he can while the other simply holds you close. He lets the warmth of your skin radiate to his when he closes his eyes, willing that all of his atoms speak to you, telling you I will always wait for you as he lets the time pass like this.
Can you feel my heart? he thinks, can you my heart, how it loves you?
“Ko,” You mutter, your hands coming to place themselves on his pecs, your fingers feeling the life that seeps and hums through him, “I love you.”
It’s not the first time you’ve said it, and yet, every time it escapes your mouth he feels as if it’s the very first moment he’d heard it. His heart thrums like he’s known it all along, and sometimes he wonders if he’s only dreamed it, but within moments his heart yells the same thing his mouth always seems to remember.
I love you, I love you…
“I love you too, dumpling,” Bokuto leans down, taking both cheeks into his palms, pressing his lips to yours in a quick kiss, “I’ll love you always.”
You taste like sunshine, and always finding home and you are the compass to my vast sea, always leading me back north, and Bokuto knows even if he tried forever, the words to explain how he felt could never be found.
He doesn’t think he needs them though, because as you sit in front of him, your eyes look like stars and your smile looks like sunlight and you feel like How lucky am I to come home to you, and Bokuto doesn’t know much, but he knows this; there is nothing better than coming home to the one you love.
And he knows this because every day you come home, is another day he gets to fall in love with you all over again, even if he’ll never understand why you love to stare and touch at his biceps right when you walk through the door.
But he knows how lucky he is, that the one you you’ll always come home to, always love, will be him.
The train was packed. Who knew so many people would be milling about at 1 o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon. You hated it, being around so many people, but with your job at the museum you had learned to tolerate the crowds. This, however, was different, you were crammed in a tiny cabin with God knows how many other people. Don’t these people have work to do? It is a week day after all. So, to put things lightly, your day did not start off on a good note.
You were, however, looking forward to the Café’s opening. It was your light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. With the café being a bit of a hole in the wall and lacking any media presence you knew it would not attract much of a crowd. The perfect place to work on your botany journal (basically just a journal with different plant clippings and facts and drawings. Think Hiccup’s journal in HTYD or Deku’s journal in BNHA.) You were really looking forward to the new pages you could add now that the museum had gotten in some new flora, that of course they let you be the first to see. The journal was a great help when you were giving tours as you wanted to be as thorough as possible in hopes that you might inspire a bright young mind, like what had happened to you so many years ago.
The train finally came to a stop and you couldn’t have been more grateful. You got off as quickly as possible and stopped to take a deep breath, really appreciating the fresh air and the open space around you. After you got your bearings, you adjusted your outfit (gotta look good in case there are any cute boys at the café ;)) and got on your way. The café was only about 5 blocks from the train station so it didn’t take you long to get there at all. You turned off the main street onto a little side one, almost like an alley, and towards the end you saw the café.
The vibe was immaculate. It was everything you could have wished for and more, no crowds and books everywhere, what’s not to love? Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you pushed open the front door. A small bell above you jingled to signal your arrival and you were immediately met with not only the eyes of your best friend, Yachi, but also a pair of wide yellow eyes which seemed to be taking in your appearance. Blushing, you tried not to think much of it and made your way to the counter and greeted the cute barista that you knew so well. “Yachi!!! You look so adorable in your apron.” you exclaimed upon getting to the counter, mindful of your volume of course. “Y/n, you actually came!” Yachi replied with a big grin.
“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to check this place out and bug you on your first day. ;P Speaking of, how has it been, any rude customers yet?”
“It’s been a lot slower than we would have hoped but everyone has been really polite, I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better first day. Anyways, I should probably get back to work. What can I get you? I’ll bring it to your table when it’s ready.”
Yachi, always the positive one and a hard worker too. Scanning over the menu you quickly make your decision. “I’ll have a hot caramel latte and a blueberry muffin! Oh an make sure you do something extra cute for the latte art!!”
“Only the best for you, y/n! I’ll have it right out!”
With that you made your way to a table near a window so you could attempt to people watch without being near any of the other patrons. It was a quiet corner just the way you liked. However, you could still feel those big yellow eyes on you. Looking up you finally made eye contact with the man who had been staring you down and boy was he cute. You could tell he was athletic too, giving him a curt smile you turned back to your table and pulled out your journal. Maybe this could be where you find your wattpad romance after all. Or so you thought.
Yachi brought out your order and you got to journaling about the newest flower in the museum’s greenhouse, the Cytandra Vittata or Candy-Striped Violet. Particularly excited about this one due to the flower’s incredible beauty and unique petals, you made sure to put extra care into the pages. You were having a great time, the coffee was amazing and the atmosphere was perfect for getting your work done. That is until HE decided to stop staring at you and go back to reading his manga. Whatever it was, it must have been incredibly interesting because he was… engrossed to say the least.
Not only did he seem to zone everything around him out, forgetting where he was, but he also felt the need to verbally or physically react to just about everything that was happening in his childish story. He was annoying, sure, but not loud enough to where he could be considered “disturbing the peace” even though he was certainly disturbing YOUR peace. Every two seconds there was an “oooh” or an “ahhhh” maybe even a “WHAT?!” thrown in there. Your patience was certainly running thin and you made sure to glare at him a few times, even hushing him along with the other patrons, but he just was not getting the hint. The next page must have had a huge plot twist or surprise thrown in there because this response, it was the most dramatic. Abruptly, he stood up out of his chair, knocking it to the ground in the process. His eyes were even bigger than before (was that even possible?) and he yelled (yes, this time it was a yell). His exact words were “NO!!! IT WAS HER BROTHER ALL ALONG?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!.” Spoilers, am I right?
At this you had had enough. Sure, you didn’t like confrontation, but it didn’t seem like anyone else was going to step in and you knew Yachi would be a nervous wreck if she had to. So, you marched over to his table with the most aggressive scowl you think you have ever sported on your face.
“Are you trying to piss off everyone in the store?! Because you’re doing a really good job if that was your plan!” You screamed at the stranger’s face.
He looked up at you confusion written all over his face. “…Huh?” he questioned.
“Are you trying to tell me you have no idea what you’ve been doing for the past 30 minutes?? Because I don’t buy it. You’re being incredibly loud and rude and you need to stop. This is not the place for that. Some people are trying to get work down and you’re making it incredibly difficult. If you wanna read your manga fine do it but do it quietly. Save the theatrics for your bedroom.” you weren’t trying to be mean but you couldn’t help it. Once you start talking you can’t stop yourself and this time you went a little too far. His hair seemed to deflate, something you certainly didn’t miss because was that even possible?
“I’m sorry miss, I didn’t realize I was being so loud I’ll try to quiet down.” He replied with a huge pout on his face.
“Thank you.” You replied and promptly turned on your heels to go back to the violet you were so excited to study.
Everything was going smoothly now, sure you didn’t mean to be that harsh and you could’ve asked him nicely but your anger took over and you couldn’t help it, though you did feel a bit bad. It certainly didn’t help that your day had started out as poorly as it did and you were so looking forward to the peace and quiet of the café, something that had been so rudely ripped away from you. Another 15 minutes passed by and the silence was amazing, you made some real progress in your journal, even completing a detailed sketch of the flower. After the 15 minutes was up however, the reactions started to seep back out from the yellow eyed man again. He seemed to be over his pouting now. His reactions, although much quieter this time were still quite annoying. You decided to ignore them though, thinking you had been a little too harsh the first time around, and hoping he just slipped up and will go back to being quiet. This, however, was not the case and the disruptions continued for another 10 minutes when you decided you better just leave. Fate is tricky and maybe you just weren’t fated to be at the café today, meaning you’ll try again tomorrow after work. You said your goodbyes to Yachi and made your way to the train station, looking forward to the peace and quiet of your apartment and the soft cuddles of your two cats, Kyo and Tohru.
What you didn’t know, was that Yachi, deciding it was time to be bold, went over to the loud and excitable customer. She decided it best, for business and for her own sanity, if she politely asked him to leave. And she did just that. The man apologized and made his way out of the café feeling a bit defeated but determined to come back again and next time hopefully not get kicked out.
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PLOT - y/n is in her first year of college at tokyo u., she has a great friend group, a fantastic internship, life is good… that is until she meets bokuto koutarou. this loud and brash volleyball star is about to turn y/n’s life upside down. the question is, will it be a good change or a bad one?
a/n - Im gonna be honest, not really loving this fic but I am pretty happy with how this chapter turned out, as always any advice is welcomed and pls if there's anything you want to see happen just ask!
Leaves all his volleyball gear everywhere around the house
Especially his long knee pads
Will steal your leggings if he’s in a rush and can’t find his kneepads (they get stretched out so much, it’s unsalvageable. He owes you $95 after he took a pair of your favorite and very expensive lulelemon yoga pants)
Will leave all his hair products scattered all over your bathroom sink counter
Loves to take all your scrunchies and headbands
If y’all are cuddling under a blanket or something, he’ll fart and throw the blanket over your head so you can suffer
Has so many protein powder shakes that takes over the kitchen cabinets
Steals your chargers and loses them half the time
Burps in your ear
Burps and blows it in your face
Will mope when you refuse to kiss him after he ate a pickle
Kicks you in the ribs when he’s asleep. Sometimes you’ll wake up in a panic thinking an earthquake is happening, but it’s just Bokuto tossing and turning in his sleep.
Steals and hogs all the blankets and blankets that are on the bed
Always hungry, people assume you’re feeding a family of four when you check out at the supermarket, but no, it’s for your always-hungry boyfriend
PROS
Great work out buddy!
Makes an awesome work-out playlist for you
CARRIES YOU ON HIS SHOULDERS WHEN Y’ALL ARE AT A FESTIVAL/CONCERT
When you’re at a music festival, he doesn’t mind you painting his face with glitter accents, temporary tattoos, and wearing a flower crown
You can ogle at your man all you want especially when he works out and when he stretches ;)))))
SO MANY INSIDE JOKES!!! People gives you two weird looks when you’re both suddenly doubled over in laughter when you guys come across a pickle jar at the supermarket.
Goes all out for the Holidays! All Holiday celebrations with your friends take place at your home, because both you and Bokuto go all out with the decorations.
Reigning champions of “the worst Christmas sweater” contest with Bokuto because you guys will stop at nothing to be crowned the winners
Friendsgiving is Bokuto’s favorite because it’s the only time he can whip out the pickle jar
Your parents love him, your cousins love him, your little demon-nephews love him because they can climb all over him, and Bokuto is their favorite person to play tag with.
His smile is so infectious, whatever bad thing that happened goes away when you see his smile and when he reassures you
Might steal all the blankets when you sleep, but he’s like a radiator, he just exudes HEAT
He doesn’t mind being the little spoon, despite him being twice your size
Great listener- will stay by your side until you vent it all out and then offers to take you to your favorite restaurant or offers to take you to your favorite ice cream shop and buys you a PINT of your favorite flavor
Leaves littles notes on your fridge. Sometimes it’s just a scribble of a heart, or just random things, but’s it’s also his favorite way to make dinner / date plans with you
WE NEED KETCHUP!!!
i think the milk is expired - i swallowed a chunk this morning
dinner at 7pm at that Thai place where i almost choked on a springroll?
practice might end late today!!! sorry babe! i’ll bring over those chocolate cookies you like from that cafe!
Never have to worry about hair products, Bokuto has the bathroom cabinet stocked
Loves going to the mall with you and loves watching you try on different outfits in the fitting room
Great kisser ;))))))))
Sometimes gets TOO enthusiastic about the kisses and leaves marks all over your neck (NOT A CON SINCE YOU LOVE IT!!!)
