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Clingy In The A.m

clingy in the a.m

characters: bokuto x gn! reader wc: 888 warnings: mildly suggestive at the end, like VERY mild you have to squint to see it a/n: me posting my writing in this economy?! damn 😟

The countertop is cold beneath your bare thighs, the edge digging into your skin as your feet loosely hook around Bokuto’s legs…that is, if he could stand still. You’d think that he’d be less fidgety in the morning when sleep weighs heavy on his mind, but alas, he’s clingy when he’s sleepy…and so he keeps pawing at your sides, fingers clutching the sides of your shirt-his shirt, actually.

You let out a frustrated sigh, the hand holding his face tightens its grip to straighten Bo’s face. “Love, can you stand still so I don’t cut your pretty face?”

He lets out a quiet whine, hands running down along your sides until they’re resting atop your thighs. He spreads your legs just a little more, situating himself between them, ignoring the hiss that slips past your lips at the slight strain to your muscles. “Sorry, ‘m sleepy.”

“I told you to sleep earlier,” you mutter under your breath and resume the task at hand. He never lets it grow out much, opting for a cleaner look; so as soon as he feels the stubble, he drags you into the bathroom, begging that you help him shave. Personally, you think it’s just an excuse for him to be handsy, but no matter…not like you mind having his hands on you.

Though, it’s definitely distracting. His warm, calloused hands rub your thighs absentmindedly. You assume he isn’t doing it on purpose by the far out look in his eyes, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t drive you any less insane. Setting the razor aside, you cradle his face with your hands as you turn him to face you. “I’m almost done, just a few more minutes…please, Bo.”

His gaze leaves his reflection behind you and finds your own. His eyes soften, a complete contrast of the sly smile tilting the corner of his lips. “What’s the matter?”

You lower one of your hands to squeeze his side playfully, hating just how small he makes you feel…again…not that you hate it, if anything you use it to your advantage. He can’t help himself most of the time. According to him, you’re much too irresistible. He squeezes your thighs in return, acknowledging that yes, he’s well aware of what he’s doing despite not being fully awake yet. He’s insufferable, really.

He kisses the tip of your nose, a wordless promise that he’ll stay still long enough for you to finish. Picking up the razor, you finish up the other half of his face, making sure not to use a heavy hand so as to not hurt him, brows furrowed in concentration as you try to ignore the fact that he’s looking straight at you.

His promise holds no weight, as you knew it wouldn’t, because his thumbs start to rub circles into your inner thighs. Your legs try to squeeze shut out of habit, his wide torso keeping you from doing so. Biting your lip, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding through your nose, tossing the razor into the sink beside you.

You lean over to grab a face towel from a basket on the counter, putting it under running water long enough for it to dampen. Holding his face with one hand, you wipe his face clean with the damp towel in your other hand. “You’re all set,” you press a kiss to his lips after throwing the towel into the open hamper in the corner of the bathroom, though you miss by a bit, the towel landing on the edge of the hamper. Your hands find perch on his shoulders, firm beneath your touch. “Now go put on a shirt.”

His hands glide underneath your thighs so he can hoist you up, guiding your legs around his hips as he leaves the bathroom, peppering kisses to your face in adoration. “Thank you, love. Sorry for waking you up so early.”

You shrug, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You know I’d do anything for you, no matter how early.” He sets you down on the bed, hands resting on either side of you, his figure leaning into your personal bubble, albeit that doesn’t exist when you’re Bokuto Koutaro’s lover.

He snorts, a hand giving your thigh another squeeze. “That’s funny, considering you didn’t wanna get out of bed this morning when I asked you to help me out.” That’s another kiss to the corner of your lips-something he likes to do at the end of his sentences.

“I just needed an incentive.”

One of his brows shoots up, smirk returning to his lips, a hint of playfulness evident in his tone. “And what would that incentive be?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps it involves you running late to practice.” You tug at his hair a little harder, and he doesn’t miss a beat, body pressing yours into the mattress as he leans forward…he’s not content until he’s completely wrapped around you.

It’s too easy to rile him up, all you’ve gotta do is say something mildly suggestive and his thoughts run wild, as is obvious by the way his hands are already searching for skin to skin contact beneath your shirt.

And true to your word, he was in fact late to practice, as he will be tomorrow morning…and the morning after that.

Clingy In The A.m

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