sum. watching bokuto work so well with children makes you think about some things
wc. 985
w. thoughts about babies (?) — just babies in general lol — pls tell me if there’s something else i should put a warning for because i’m not sure on this one :(
n. this is technically apart of a small series-like work of mine that is alpha!bokuto x omega!male!reader BUT can totally be read as stand alone as the drabbles that follow after are gender-neutral (meaning no pronouns are mentioned). i have been gone for a while and uuh this is what ya get for now, i’msosorryyy-
you can find the other parts below
out in the garden ► main work
in the morning light ► drabble
The Nursery was something that always called to you. And sure, Omega’s were normally inclined to feel parental—especially over young children—but you never liked to see it as simply instinct.
You liked to think you went there for the atmosphere, the idea of spending time with kids who needed those parental figures, and babies who needed skin on skin.
You would tell no one that you thought the babies were adorable. You’d seen some of them grow up, how could you not?
Though to be fair, growing up meant they were about four or five now, though they’d grown nonetheless.
This wasn’t the first time you went to the Nursery with Bokuto. Far from it actually, since you’d dragged him there so many times he’d come to like it as well. No matter what was going on, there would be an open spot on one day of the week to visit the Nursery.
That day happened to be today.
“Are you ready Bo?” You asked, practically bouncing with the excitement to get going.
“I’m always ready for you,” he said, walking to your side and placing a kiss to your temple.
Normally you’d be accompanied by other people, either guards or something of the like, but now that you and Bokuto had mated. He really didn’t want anyone there but him. Being freshly mated made that feeling much worse. Though again the word ‘freshly’ was used lightly; it’d been almost a month since you’d mated.
Bokuto still spent every second he could with you and shared every chaste kiss as well.
The love he felt for you was all-consuming, like a raging fire you had no chance of putting out. It was a lovely thing to receive, and a lovely thing for Bokuto to give.
“Good,” you told him cheerfully, a smile on your face. You grabbed his hand and began walking.
The Nursery wasn’t very far from the castle you spent much of your time in, it was barely outside of it’s walls in a neighboring town.
Florere was a sweet little town, a close enough walking distance that you used to visit it as a child and continued visiting.
And with the Nursery being so close it made the walk there short and pleasant enough to enjoy, as the way there was filled with beautiful flora (and fauna). But because of this, you also found yourself arriving too quickly to thoroughly enjoy those aspects of the path.
You greeted a Nurse at the entrance, it was large and consisted of multiple buildings, a courtyard in the center where the pups could play around in.
You were always made to wash up before going to the section specifically where the newborns and slightly older babies were kept.
Bokuto followed along, cheeks rosy for a reason unknown to you. You found you could never get enough of seeing him blush so beautifully. You gave him a small kiss to the cheek before a Nurse who knew you well handed over an impossibly small bundle, introducing him as Taiyo.
He cuddled up to your chest, yawning as his eyes fluttered slightly open. They were a light brown you knew would shine golden in the sun. He closed them soon enough and you only had the ability to smile down at the little boy in your arms. He had fallen asleep quickly in your arms.
When looking up you caught Bokuto staring at you, affection the only emotion etched on his face.
You whispered now, “Do you want to hold him?”
You asked this every time you came to the Nursery, though normally he would do this while the baby was awake and alert.
“But, he’s sleeping,” he responded, struck out of his stupor and looking at you pleadingly. Bokuto didn’t want to wake the baby up, he would definitely feel guilty if it were to happen.
You had to hold in a chuckle at the look on his face. “As long as you're gentle, he should stay sleeping, Bo. It’ll be fine, I promise you. When have I ever broken a promise?” You told him gently, walking closer to be by his side.
“Never,” he said, still looking at the baby anxiously. He was just so small, and asleep, Bokuto didn’t want to disrupt anything.
“C’mon, it will take one second and then he’ll be all comfy with you instead,” you smiled at him.
Bokuto grumbled extremely quietly before sticking his arms out and motioning for you to swap over. Your smile grew and you did so gently, guiding him to a small rocking chair kept in the corner of the room. He sat, obeying your small pushes in its direction and put his attention on the baby in his arms.
Taiyo squirmed at how this new bed felt for him, but he quickly adjusted to the feel of Bokuto’s chest instead of yours and settled again. He was so small, and his features were all scrunched in sleep he almost looked grumpy. Bokuto couldn’t help the big smile that overtook his features.
Normally this would seem strange, to be so happy at holding someone else’s pup, a child that should’ve had parents to look after them, but Bokuto could only think of how precious he was.
It was even stranger for you to look at him and think that you wanted it. You wanted to build a family with him, and though you’d talked about it before, you hadn’t brought up the topic of having children in a while.
But now, with the sight right in front of you, the idea of having children with your Alpha certainly sounded pleasing.
And perhaps that day would come soon. But for now, seeing Bokuto, your mate, your universe — you knew everything would work out the way it was supposed to.
It was impossible for otherwise to happen, after all.
Anything done with Bokuto by your side felt right.
impt. alphaknight!kotaro bokuto x omega!prince!reader [m!reader]
req. Hewwo, requesting for a kingdom au? Alpha knight Bokuto mating and finally claiming his sweet omega prince reader after years being childhood friends to lovers. can i be 🌻 anon uwu?
sum. bokuto and you are finally getting married. this day being so important because now, by law, you can mate. finally claim each other as only being the other’s
wc. 3.4k
w. tiny bit of swearing, sex (unprotected) — maybe mentions of a dead father/sexuality (please take those lightly lol) — bottom!reader
n. i really don’t know if i’d like to continue this with some one-shots/drabbles, so please let me know if you’d like to see more lol. or send me some requests about what you’d like to see happen! otherwise i hope you enjoy this 🌻 anon. ily, and thank you for this wonderful request, i loved writing it <33
Today was the day.
You, a prince that had only dreamed about this moment, about marrying someone who you actually loved, was getting married today.
You and Bokuto were consumed by nerves, separately wishing for some sort of release from feeling like something might go wrong. For release from the feeling that people disapproved of your marriage.
Bokuto was a knight.
The sheer idea that he had fallen in love with a royal, a part of the family he served, was forbidden. It was jaw-dropping and uncalled for.
The part where you had fallen for him as well, was well past allowed.
But your kingdom was much more open to relationships formed of love once your father had taken to the throne. His own marriage was arranged, but arranged in a way where he and your mother had been allowed a year to get familiar with each other.
Though your father had always insisted he’d fallen for his wife the moment he saw her.
When you had been young, even before your Presenting, he had put you to bed each night whispering, “When the time comes, you will fall in love. And it does not matter to me who it is or where they come from because you will love them. And if they love you in return tenfold that is all that matters.”
He had sung this to you like a mantra, and you had taken it to heart.
Growing into yourself, a prince being something you never thought too much on, you dreamt every night of meeting the person you loved. But there were also nights where dreaming was the last thing you wanted to do.
Tonight you were turning twelve.
There was a large party being thrown because in the coming two years, you would Present. The moment the whole kingdom was waiting for, to see what your Disposition was. You didn’t much care for what your own Disposition was, but it seemed to you like many people you didn’t know, did.
You had snuck away from the people concentrated in the ballroom of your family’s estate. It had been a lot, and recently your senses had been becoming easily overwhelmed. Your physician had said it may have been signs of early Presenting a few days ago.
You had not been happy hearing that news.
Regardless, you had left your own party because it had been too much, and gone out to the gardens. The flowers scents also berated your nose, but it was much gentler than that of being stuck in the ballroom.
At least here, the wind would push away some of the overwhelming-ness of it.
You wandered silently for a bit before spotting a familiar figure sitting on a fountain located at the center of the gardens. You hadn’t noticed you’d wandered that far into them.
“What are you doing out here?” You heard yourself ask before consciously thinking about it.
The person in question turned their head to you, surprise subtly drawn across his features before quickly being overtaken with the best smirk his lips could provide.
“I should be asking you that, it’s your birthday, shouldn’t you be celebrating it?” He replied accusingly. You could easily tell he was joking with you.
“It was too much,” you replied honestly, making his smirk slightly drop.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you told him honestly, again. You approached the fountain, taking a seat next to him and running a hand gently through the water. It was cold to the touch. “Just wanted to get away for a bit,” you added, moving to look at him.
“Well, what are you doing out here?” You ask him again, hoping he’ll answer this time.
He looks away from you, looking toward the rose bushes nearby instead. “I’m not supposed to be in the castle,” he tells you. “I’m not even supposed to be here, in the garden. I’m supposed to be home.”
“Then why are you not?”
He doesn’t respond and it’s answer enough.
“They’re fighting again, aren’t they?” You ask gently, inching yourself closer to his side.
All he does is nod.
“You can stay with me tonight then.”
“What? No! [Y/n], I can’t do that anymore, we aren’t children,” he protests.
“I’m the prince and I allow you to stay with me for the night,” you say, staring right into his eyes. You smile, “Is that good enough?”
“But. . . your father-”
“My father would approve and you know it,” you cut in.
“I can’t. . .” he says, though he knows all too well that his arguments are futile. Ever since you were both waddling around, barely able to walk, you had been the one to win every small argument ever had between the two of you. He simply couldn’t win.
“You can if you say yes,” you stand from the fountain, extending a hand to him and waiting with a smile.
Bokuto contemplates his answer. Would he regret saying yes? He knew he wouldn’t, that wasn’t a question at all. But was it right? He was only a child who aspired to be seen as a knight, and you were standing in front of him, a prince.
A prince who was giving him a hand so that he would spend the rest of the night with him for company. Doing things they most likely weren’t supposed to in the castle, breaking vases that cost more than Bokuto’s family had ever been worth.
Bokuto took your hand.
He took it and smiled, smiled so that your own smile only grew.
You had won again.
Your thoughts were interrupted by your friend, as well as servant (though you refused to call him that), spoke to you, “Are you excited?”
You turned to face her, eyes wide, “Are you kidding me?”
He was not kidding you.
After a split second you answered, “Of course I am. I can’t tell if I’m more nervous than excited but I can tell you I am without a doubt, excited.”
Your eyes could’ve been sparkling in that moment.
“It’s almost time then, I heard they’re calling you out in a few minutes.”
Your eyes grew wide again. Now it was definitely the nerves.
Kou had the ability to laugh at you, watching as you looked yourself over in the full length mirror in your dressing room, fixing nonexistent problems and brushing away unseen dust.
“You look beautiful, handsome and all of the above. You’re fine,” he reassured now, hugging you tight.
“Thank you,” you told him gratefully, “I have no clue what I’d be doing right now without you.”
He laughed again, releasing you only so he could visibly smile and take one last look at you.
“It wasn’t all my doing,” he said, though his face was now slightly colored pink due to the compliment.
“Oh it was,” you reply, smiling at him. “Thank you,” you said again, softer and far too quiet for anyone to hear.
Sugawara was going to reply before there was a knock at the door.
You sighed, “That sounds like my cue.”
Suga allowed you to be taken from the dressing room, watching you walk away smiling like an absolute fool.
He shook his head gently, cleaning whatever he used to help you believe you looked fine, though he thought you’d looked perfectly fine the moment you stepped foot into the dressing room. He would be in the crowd watching you be married later.
He couldn’t wait to see you so happy.
The walk you had been taken on was short. You’d found that your approaching wedding was approaching a little faster than you expected. Once taken to a small waiting sort of room, your mother had come to spend the short time until you’d walk to be with Bokuto.
“Now isn’t this exciting, little one?” your mother had cooed, scooping you up into a hug because for some odd reason, she had always been able to pick you up as if you were air.
“I’m not so little anymore,” you quietly mumbled. Once speaking louder though, you told her, “It’s very exciting.” You had paused here, contemplating continuing. “I just wish he could be here, do you think he’d approve?”
“Oh, love. He would approve, I am certain of it,” she told you without an ounce of hesitation.
“You truly think so?”
“I already told you, I know so.”
You simply nodded to yourself, huddling closer to your mother. She wrapped an arm around your shoulders, placing a kiss to your temple.
“This is the day,” you whisper. Completely taken aback by the realness of the situation. This shock had practically been coming every two minutes today. It was not helpful.
“It is. And you have nothing to worry about because he loves you unconditionally while you love him just the same.”
“I do,” you replied. Speaking the exact words that you would tell him in a mere number of minutes.
And those minutes seemed to go by faster than normal, seeing as another person had come around, knocking on the door before coming in and telling you it was time.
It was time.
And were you ready?
Yes, you absolutely were.
This was the moment you’d been waiting your whole life for. Ever since you had entrusted your father with the secret of liking men, boys at the time. You had almost burst into tears, waiting for your father to respond, to say something.
But he had hugged you. Hugged you so gently and told you that it was okay.
That as long as you were happy and treated right, you could love whoever felt right.
You had never been so thankful for him.
And now, years later, you were walking down the small aisle like set up made in the garden of your estate. And nothing had ever felt so right.
There were few people there. Close family and friends sat, but you knew that sometime during the day, or during the coming days you’d be bombarded by people outside of your closed circle wanting to know every detail of your wedding.
You would battle that front when it was necessary to. It would be easy with a knight by your side after all.
So you looked at your knight. He was dressed, not in his armor (for once in his life, you’d like to joke. Though it didn’t sound like joking was appropriate at this time), but in lavish wedding attire. Something you’d helped pick out and found worked extraordinarily well with Bokuto’s figure.
You met his eyes, while continuing to walk, and could barely register the utter gentleness in his eyes and smile.
He was looking at you as if you were the sun itself, coming down to greet him.
To Bokuto, you were the sun. You were everything.
By the time you had reached the altar, Bokuto had been mesmerized by you. Completely lost in your gaze, your faint scent, the fact of how amazing you seemed to look in everything. Bokuto thought that there wasn’t a single article of clothing that wouldn’t suit you.
He deemed himself right about that.
“Hi,” you told him, biting your lip in, excitement? Every emotion you felt by now had become one big incomprehensible emotion. It felt good regardless.
“Hi yourself, princey,” Bokuto replied, all smiles. He somehow felt even giddier than you.
The ceremony passed as quickly as you could blink. At one point you could barely watch him as Bokuto made his vows to you, the only thing registerable was the steady stream of tears falling from your eyes. One of the only moments you’d cry and be okay with it, because it was completely out of joy.
You didn’t even hear someone say you two should kiss, you only felt Bokuto wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest, and kissing you with no restrictions. It didn’t matter that there were some people watching, it didn’t matter because in reality all there was, was you and him.
Your knight and you were stuck in your own little world, and it had been not even two minutes into marriage. But you would belong to each other tonight. You would be with him from the setting of the sun to it’s rising. And you’d be with him everyday for it afterward.
It sounded heavenly.
And heavenly was all you felt soon after the ceremony had finished as Bokuto carried you to your shared room.
It was both of yours officially now, even though it’d housed Bokuto since he was a miniscule five year old, you four. But now, now as he kissed you senseless and carefully undid your glittering garments as the sun barely began setting, it truly felt like it was both of yours.
Words were nothing but unnecessary at the moment, when mouths could be used for something so much better.
You could support this easily as Bokuto moved his lips from yours, leaving your mouth to release a whine at being separated. You wanted something of his touching you, it had to be more than hands, it had to be better than hands, despite the fact you knew his hands were amazing.
“Ko,” you whispered, cupping his face to bring it back to your lips. He gave way with no resistance, back to kissing you greedily as his hands continued trailing down your body, undressing you with experience.
Soon enough you were bare for Bokuto to admire, and he was pantless and a sight to behold. Though you were much too preoccupied by his mouth to pay attention to that.
His mouth which was trailing down your neck, placing kisses on every inch of you he could, leaving matching bruises. He held you to his chest with one hand, the other gliding along your side, roaming to the crook where your back met your ass, where he desperately wanted to touch.
You held in a moan as he nipped further down your chest, finally mouthing at one of your nipples. Perhaps being a quite sensitive Omega was a positive thing now that you thought about it.
He stayed there, what felt like forever before he moved lower, laying you down on the bed while simultaneously kissing down your abdomen. His hands held your hips with a grip so strong they’d surely be bruised by morning.
“Ko, please,” you begged now. You loved his mouth on you, going lower and lower with each kiss, but right now you wanted him inside you. You wanted him to make a mess of you, and make you his because now he finally could.
He licked at your dick making you shiver at the unexpected contact, he continued to do so before taking you in his mouth. He made every move expertly, making you see nothing but stars before leaving your dick to go somewhere else.
He could smell your slick.
“Want to make you feel good,” he murmured, lifting your legs and spreading them out so he could have access to your beautiful hole.
He watched, slightly licking his lips as he glanced at your flushed face. Seeing your face was all he needed to see before his mouth went to your ass. He licked at your hole, savoring your taste because how could every single part of you be perfect?
His tongue worked with you, the slick leaking from you only helping his tongue move around before he lifted his head, opting to use his fingers instead. They were longer after all.
It barely took any time for him to find your prostate, he knew you too well.
You were moaning his name, gripping his shoulders, as he now leaned over you, begging him to move on. You begged more, telling him you were good, that you needed him now.
He obliged.
He positioned himself at your entrance, looking to you for the okay. You may have been very recently married, but he always asked for your permission. If you wanted this.
You nodded as best you could.
And he pushed himself into you as fast as he could. Thrusting from the moment he felt your walls clench around him. You always felt so good.
“So tight for me,” he grunted, pushing into your hips further if possible. He was certainly trying his best to go faster.
All you could do was let out strangled noises, wanting nothing more than for him to continue hitting that spot!
“Bokuto, please more,” you whimpered beneath him. Eyes closed with the utter pleasure you were feeling. He followed each and every one of your demands, leaning down to nuzzle at your neck before continuing to place love bites there.
He knew exactly where he wanted his Mating Mark to be.
“Fuck, please, please,” you managed to say as he continuously managed to keep a fast pace, hitting your prostate each and every time without a single miss.
“Good?” It was barely a question.
“Good, god. Yes good, Ko,” you told him as he targeted your neck, the opposite side this time.
There wasn’t a spot on you without a bruise that Bokuto placed there.
Soon enough you had been fucked too many times to count, had orgasmed too many. You’d felt so amazing you had almost no idea as to how you ended up in his lap instead, bouncing on his cock, Bokuto lifting your hips so that his only the head of his dick would be inside you before allowing you to fall back down onto it.
This could only be described as heavenly now, and it’d been left to Bokuto doing most of the work as you simply moaned his name like a mantra and screamed. He loved seeing you on top of him.
You looked ethereal to him, taking him so well and warming him so good. You were perfect, there was no denying that when you looked like this for him. Because of him.
When you had come again, the substance staining Bokuto’s pale skin along with your own stomach, Bokuto couldn’t help it anymore.
He flipped you over, your chest to the bed, arms weak and cradling a silky pillow for support.
“Gonna claim you, make you mine. Just like you always were, mine,” he spoke into your ear, barely loud enough over the slapping of your skin, as he only pulled out of you to change positions. You thought it nice how you couldn’t even remember what it felt like to not have him inside of you.
“Yes! Ko, make me yours,” you whined, your voice muffled by the pillow. You weren’t even sure if the words came out right. Nonetheless you had given him your approval, now he really couldn’t help it.
His lips, his mouth found its own way to your bare neck. Your neck which already looked like it belonged to Bokuto.
He didn’t wait, he bit into your neck. Your sight turning white with pleasure. Pleasure was the only thing you could register. Maybe it’d be the only thing you could feel from now on. This was by far the best sex you had had with Bokuto, and there were certainly many encounters in many different places with him before this.
The only sound in the room was both of your heavy breathing. He flipped you over, quicker than any time he’d changed positions with you before.
You knew why, and you found it silly with your hazy brain. It could be labeled as putty by now, thinking was far too hard.
“Can I-” he hesitantly asked. How he was still able to form sentences was unknown to you. You could barely nod.
He kissed you hard, pushing into you with a few more lazy thrusts until you felt him come inside of you. Your own walls only tightened around the sensation.
You knew his knot was in you when it felt like you were being stretched farther than you had been in forever. It was painful, but that pain didn’t exactly matter since each slight movement caused his dick to hit the edge of your prostate. The pain was nothing.
You were both sweaty, and frankly exhausted. But you had never been so comfortable or so sure that he was the right one. Bokuto was yours, you were his, and it had all started in a garden.
You would look back on that later gladly. Right now, words had to be spoken.
“Love you, Ko,” you told him, between panting breaths. Lifting your arm to cup his cheek took all your effort. Kissing him softly took none.
“I love you more than the stars shine,” he replied.
