#kotarou

ㅤㅤTake his neck, for example.

He loses his mind when you settle into his lap and take full control, burying your nose in the crook of his neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. Then you soothe the spot with a slow, apologetic swipe of your tongue. Afterward, he’s left hiding your deep crimson marks beneath the raised collar of his uniform shirt. And asking for more.

ㅤㅤOr the strong muscles of his back.

When your nails graze the bare, sensitive skin, Bokuto is ready to growl from sheer pleasure. Your practiced touch brings blissful relief to his post-training tension. At every chance, the volleyball player would peel off his shirt and pull you into his lap, whining like a puppy.

ㅤㅤMaybe his lips, too. Yes.

Your kisses are, perhaps, his greatest weakness of all. The way you kiss—he couldn’t describe it in words if he tried. Bokuto melts like sugar when he presses you against a wall and pulls you into a long, breathless kiss.

ㅤ“How do you do that, Y\N?” he asks, loud and sudden as always, catching you off guard as he pins you to the tree trunk by your porch.

“Do what?” you feign innocence, trailing your fingers lightly across his cheek.

ㅤㅤ“You always… make me weak.”

your loving boyfriend, number 12 on the MSBY Jackals, makes volleyball look so easy. so easy, in fact, that you begin to think that maybe volleyball isn't that hard; that it's a sport anyone could be good at. even you!

it's this thought process that leads to your post-game activity: you and bokuto, squaring up against each other on opposite sides of a practice court, him holding the yellow-and-blue striped ball under one arm.

"i'll go easy on you," he promises, his voice carrying easily over the distance. you can still see the faint sheen of sweat from his game, and you wonder if perhaps this is unfair to him since he's probably tired out from his match.

your eyes follow his figure as he backs away until he's standing outside of the court lines. they follow as he tosses the ball up, backing up a few steps before running forward with a majestic leap and hitting it with what you think is all the power in his body.

it moves so fast you barely have time to lift your hands in front of your face, to protect your nose from the impact. the ball slams against your palms, leaving them red and stinging as it falls to the ground. you faintly hear bokuto's "oh no!" in the background accompanied by the patter of feet as he runs over to you.

"are you okay?!" he asks, panic evident in his tone as he takes your hands in his, inspecting your facial features for any sign of damage.

your face is fine, luckily saved by your instinct of covering it with your hands. the same can't be said for your faithful shields, though -- they're bright red, and even bokuto's gentle caress makes you wince.

"i accidentally did not go easy on you," bokuto confesses in a whisper. "i put 100% instead of, like, 25%! oh no, oh no, what if your hands are broken? what if you never want to play volleyball again?"

"ko," you manage to say between his constant concerned babble. "i'll be fine, i'll ice them at home."

he seems to calm slightly at this, before looking at you with tear-filled eyes. "but will you still want to try to play volleyball again? it made me so happy when you asked, because i really love volleyball and playing with you is a really fun concept, because i love you, and i love sharing the things i love with the people i love and--"

you silence his chatter with a soft kiss. "of course we can try playing volleyball again. i've got the best mentor in the world for it, right?"

Kotarou Katsura episode appearances

I managed to find pictures of their GraffArt designs so I made renders out of them~