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Lilt [Bokuto Koutarou x Reader]

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Lilt



You made it a point to perpetually stick by you and your boyfriend's post-post game agenda with an ignited volition. Throughout the years of being with each other, you gradually picked up three cardinal steps that mainly made up the said agenda, regardless of whether its purpose was of consolation or of celebration. It just so happens that tonight fell under a latter, so the meaning behind his perennial grin and his general bubbliness was no question.

The first step was taking a more-than-warm shower. Ironically, this was the solitary time when Kotaro managed to keep his libido in check, apart from firm gaze he kept on your eyes - not even in the romantic way. It was more of the trying-his-very-best-not-to-look-at-anywhere-other-than-your-eyes kind of thing.

But of course, all of that stiffness evaporated into the humid air as he turned on the shower, only to have it completely disappear once you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. It started slow - uncertain, as though the years he'd spent mapping out your mouth had been for naught. He was getting lost on purpose.

After the intervals of the fervent exchange, he pulled back just before the both of you completely lost control, although his lips still lingered in a scant distance over yours. He was smiling, you realized.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, as if it was an intimate greeting.

"You tell me that everyday. I'm gonna have to blame you if my ego alarmingly inflates," you joked. After all, it was true - never in a single day of your two-year relationship did he fail to tell you that you were beautiful.

"Because it's true," he replied, almost breathless. Wordlessly, your smile cracked into a grin.

The next thing you knew, he slathered a handful of body wash on your cheek. "Oh no you didn't," managing to wipe some of it off your face. Without a second lost you lunged towards him, locking his head into a death-hold. Then, you gave the motherfucker a noogie.

"I give up, I give up," he managed to squeeze out between intervals of laughter.

"Surrendering so quickly, Koutarou?" You grinned at him, whilst letting him go. Before you could register it, he turned to you almost immediately wiping more body wash to your face.

"Nah," he smiled triumphantly.

This was war.

After half an hour of messing up the interior of the bathroom and a bacchanalia of tactical warfare, the both of you managed to clean up and get yourselves onto the bed, which led to the second step: A massage.

Once he'd already lied down facing the mattress, you straddled his waist in a totally non-sexual manner. Totally.

Oh god, he looked like he'd been cut out of marble.

"Y/N?" He ((thankfully)) pulled you from your train of thought. You groaned as an affirmative response.

Only then did you begin to massage him, whilst attempting to banish your not-so innocent thoughts. Centering your weight on your stroke, you slid your hands from the base of his back upwards. You repeated the movement with an increasing intensity multiple times before elbowing the center of his back. At this point, Kotaro had already become a groaning mess - his muscles completely relaxed beneath your touch. Once you were done, though, you assumed he'd already fallen asleep.

Given that, you motioned to raise yourself from above him, only to have him flip over so that he was facing you, and pull you by the legs back onto his warmth. He had a shit-eating grin brandished across his face.

"Eager, aren't we?" You smiled sweetly at him, as you rested your hands over his.

"Always, when it comes to you," he cupped your cheeks with his hands, and he pulled you close, but not quite close enough for your lips to touch. You were the one who closed the chasm.

The kiss was different from the one you previously shared. Completely different. There was no longer a sense of unfamiliarity. If anything, it was as if he'd committed to mind each and every detail of how you wanted to be kissed. Before you could register it, he flips the both of you over so that he was the one hovering over you.

Almost reluctantly, he pulled away from your lips. You watched him closely, anticipating his next move. Without a beat misses, he laves you with butterfly kisses. His touch was gentle, barely even grazing your skin, as if he was afraid that you'd crumble beneath his touch. However, the primary sensation that invaded your senses was the warmth he left in his wake, as though his lips still remained at the places he’d visited on your skin. Only when he rests his forehead against yours did you realize that he was done. You pecked his lips as a an unvoiced 'thank you.'

He collapses next to you a moment later, which was a cue for you to lie your head on his chest. This marked the beginning of the third and final step of your little routine: The both of you would converse in hushed whispers until someone falls asleep.

"Hi," he said while tucking stray strands of your hair behind your ear.

"Well, hello to you, too." You could sense the fatigue in his expression despite the smile on his lips. After all, the both of you were practically running on fumes.

"Speaking of which," you began. "I found something interesting."

He raised a brow in response. Assuming he'd meant for you to continue, you began to reach for your bag. Once you grasped it, you rummaged it for a peculiar piece of paper you'd discovered earlier that week while helping him clear out all all his shit. The moment you displayed it in front of him, his face paled comically.

Although your memory had been dulled by time, you could still mostly remember how Kotaro confessed to you - with precision and confidence - which, must to your surprise, went poof after you'd said yes. The piece of paper you'd found shed light as to why. It was a fucking script - each word and movement he'd said and done during the confession was written across that piece of paper. That was when you realized that his confession was nothing short of staged.

Nonetheless, it only served to strengthen your undeniable affection for you baby owl.

"I thought I threw that out already!"

"Well, you obviously haven't, baby.”

"I-I can explain!" He stammered out.

"You don't really have to, but okay," you replied with amusement.

"I-"

"You-"

He narrowed his eyes to you for the briefest moment, before shoving his face info the pillow in apparent embarrassment.

"ImightofsortofpracticedmyconfessiontoyouwithKeijiandtheothers," he said without taking a single breath, almost impressively. You couldn't help it anymore - bursts of laughter escaped you lips.

"That's adorable." You slung your arm around his waist before planting a kiss on his shoulder. "I appreciate it very much, though."

Finally, he took a peak at you, "Really?"

"Definitely," you shot him a full-toothed smile. Then, you pulled yourself up the bed so that you were eyes directly met his. You cupped his face within your palms, before ensconcing a single kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you, Koutarou."

And just like that, the both of you fell into deep sleep within each others arms.

[END]

Requested by the awesome HabbyRabbit
((I'm so sorry if this sucks. This is my first time writing about Bokuto, and omg I'm so sorry if he's OOC))

I'msosorry //hides away in shame//

If you guys have any comments or if i made any errors, let me know <3


Sexual tension? Sexual tension.
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aestheticmochi's avatar

I have no more uwus to give after reading this.