The air in the bedroom was hot and they were both sweaty and sticky laying together in Bokuto’s bed. It felt disgusting, but Akaashi couldn’t bring himself to separate from Bokuto just yet. It certainly wasn’t their first time fooling around, but it was the first time they had ended up completely naked together, which was exhilarating. So they lay there together, Akaashi tracing his fingers down Bokuto’s stomach, appreciating his well toned abs until something caught his attention and his hand froze. In that moment he found his gaze fixed on what might have been the greatest discovery of his young life:
Bokuto Koutarou had an outie bellybutton.
And it was the most adorable thing that Akaashi had ever seen.
He wasn’t sure how he’d never noticed it before, he noticed everything about Bokuto, but he supposed the reason could have been that he generally wasn’t spending his time staring at his boyfriend’s abs–he was really more of an arms man, and Bokuto had great arms.
But more importantly, he also had an incredibly charming bellybutton; the way it poked out just slightly, all round and soft looking, contrasting with his defined stomach muscles, was so cute Akaashi could hardly stand it.
Before he knew what he was doing, his fingers were trailing the rest of the way down Bokuto’s stomach until they were tracing lightly over his protruding navel. Akaashi liked the way that it felt under his fingers, and wondered if it was a squishy as it seemed to be. Gently, he pressed his finger into the flesh, which gave in to the pressure in the most satisfying way.
It was almost addicting.
Akaashi continued to poke and prod at the little button, completely entranced, until Bokuto cleared his throat.
Akaashi startled and froze.
There were a couple beats of tension filled silence until Akaashi swallowed.
“Yes?” he replied, not daring to look up at Bokuto’s face.
“Whatcha doin?” Bokuto asked cautiously.
There was absolutely no way in hell that Akaashi was going to tell Bokuto that he’d suddenly become enamored with his bellybutton, so thinking quickly, he fixed a contemplative expression on his face and said, “Hm, looks like it didn’t work.”
Bokuto sat up on his elbows frantically. “Wh-what didn’t work? What are you talking about?”
Akaashi looked up at him, face totally straight and voice even when he said, “I was hoping I’d found a mute button.”
He watched as Bokuto opened his mouth and then closed it, face scrunching up before he exclaimed, “agAAAASHiiiii! Why would you say that?!?!”
As he continued to flail and whine, Akaashi smirked to himself. He’d kept his secret safe.
Bokuto’s bellybutton became something of an obsession for Akaashi. He tried to catch a glimpse of it every chance he could get: when Bokuto changed in the locker room before and after practice, when he stretched enough for his shirt to ride up, even when he so much as sweat enough for his shirt to cling to his body, outlining the shape of it.
Akaashi knew full well that he had a problem, but there was nothing he could do about it. Bokuto’s outie was just so infuriatingly adorable that Akaashi couldn’t help but become fixated on it.
Soon it wasn’t enough to just catch glimpses of it: he wanted to touch it.
He needed to touch it.
It became a habit of his to oh so casually slide his hand over Bokuto’s torso, making like he was feeling up his boyfriend’s abs, until his fingers would reach the cute little bump, and then he’d start to press on it, in and out, methodically. There was just something so inexplicably pleasant about the way it squished just the slighted bit under his fingers.
As an added bonus, it also drove Bokuto up the wall. Whenever Akaashi was feeling particularly annoying he would only have to poke at Bokuto’s outie to get him riled up. He’d hoot and yank Akaashi’s hand away, or squirm out of his grip, grumbling and cursing Akaashi out.
Well, he had to get his kicks somewhere.
But unfortunately for him, Bokuto eventually started to get jumpy: just a graze of Akaashi’s fingers on his stomach would set him off.
“Stop trying to mute me!” He yelped, batting away Akaashi’s hand and hopping out of his reach. “I wasn’t even talking this time!”
Akaashi chewed on the inside of his cheek and waited for Bokuto to let his guard down before taking a careful step toward him. He sidled up to his boyfriend in what he thought was quite a casual way, but Bokuto startled the second Akaashi got too close.
“Gah!” He jumped away. “I mean it, Keiji! Knock it off!”
Instead of only pouting like he usually would, Bokuto’s face was screwed up in a grimace, and he was fidgeting with his shirt. “I-I’m really self-conscious about my bellybutton, and every time you mess around with it,” He fidgeted some more. “It feels like you’re making fun of me.”
Akaashi furrowed his brow and took a step toward Bokuto, which made him cover his bellybutton with his hands. Akaashi rolled his eyes and took Bokuto’s hands in his. Having Bokuto feeling self-conscious wouldn’t do, and Akaashi knew that there was only one thing he could do to stop it.
So, he resigned himself of his fate, already feeling his cheeks getting warm, and mumbled, “I think it’s cute.”
Bokuto’s head snapped up. “You what?”
Sighing, Akaashi looked off to the side.
“I said, I think your bellybutton is cute,” His face and neck were now completely red. “A-and I like how it feels when I- squish it.”
He probably could have kept that last part to himself–in fact he probably should have, but now that his infatuation with his boyfriend’s navel was totally out in the open, he felt a little bit freer.
With the worst part over, he finally looked up at Bokuto-
And then immediately regretted everything.
Bokuto was biting his lip, looking absolutely delighted and about to explode. Akaashi dropped his hands and gave him a warning look, but it was too late. Within seconds Bokuto was howling with laughter. The heat in Akaashi’s cheeks increased, and he knew that if he were to look down his shirt, his chest would be bright red as well. His asshole of a boyfriend continued to laugh, doubled over now from the force of it.
“Aka-” He cut himself off with another peal of laughter. “AGHAAAAASHII! You’re so weird!”
Akaashi huffed indignantly and crossed his arms.
“Sh-shut up, Bokuto-san,” he grumbled, “You’re the one with the weird bellybutton.”
“Nuh-uh!” Bokuto shouted before wrapping his arms around Akaashi, crushing him. “You think it’s cute! Can’t take it back!”
Akaashi stood stiff, embarrassed, and refused to return the hug.
“You know,” Bokuto mused after his laughter had died down some, nuzzling into Akaashi’s neck, “If you really like it so much, then I guess you can play with it whenever you want!”
Akaashi considered that statement for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Gradually, he snuck his arm in between their bodies, running his hand up Bokuto’s shirt until his fingers came into contact with his bellybutton. He gently prodded his finger into the flesh and a warm, pleasant feeling washed over him. Bokuto started giggling again and Akaashi grumbled, hiding his face in his boyfriend’s neck. It was all very embarrassing, but if he got to do this whenever he wanted, and it made Bokuto happy, then the embarrassment was well worth it.
At least while it was only the two of them that knew about it.
i hear you got a bellybutton fetish
Should I bring up Kozume-san’s “cute little toes” now or later?
I won’t be tossing to you tomorrow.
And I’m taking the heart out of your contact name.
So late in the #innerwitchoctober ! Here is the day 18 : Book of Shadows. My Grimoire (alias The Big, below) and my BOS (above).
#books #bookofshadows #bos #grimoire #magicbook #magicgrimoire #handmade #photochallenge #witch #witchcraft #pagan #paganism #magic #occult #esoterism #tradition #traditionalwitchcraft #writingwitch
HELLO!! OMG I JUST SO SAW YOUR BOKUROO THEY ARE SO CUTE IM DYING T.T I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING! I would like to ask you; come to being protective over each other, who do you think will be more protective? Sometime i think they are equal but then again, (sometimes) kuroo does gives me a feel that he would just glare and walk away while bokuto would probably rage mode on. Sorry for my bad english >//<
THANK YOU ANON <3 I LOVE BOKUROO SO MUCH *rolls around in a bunch of Bokuroo sketches*
regarding your question: I believe Bo is someone who rarely gets angry at all. It’s like.. he’s way too hyped and happy most of the time to actually slip into anger. He gets demotivated or frustrated for sure, but rage, rarely. Though I do see him getting extremely pissed of when someone threatens or hurts the people he loves. It might take a lot to get him to really lose his temper but when he does I don’t think you want to be near him.
Whereas Kuroo gets pissed fairly quick with the right trigger. But his way of fighting is verbal. A pissed off protective Kuroo might not actually be in ‘rage mode’ but just … verbally cut you down, which might be even more effective than physical actions.
And I like to think they’re equally protective of each other and their friends, but that Kuroo is faster to react, whereas Bo takes a certain kind of stuff to happen for him to actually give a serious reaction.