Reader:Gender Neutral Character:Kōtarõ Bokuto Rating:M Summary: “hello! could u pls do a yakuza!bokuto au where he’s literally crazy and incredibly feared but he loves and dotes on the reader like crazy?” - Anon Warning:Yakuza AU, Reference to Abuse, Fluff, Minor Angst, Age Gap (Bokuto is 30, Reader is 22) Ask Box: Open|Commission Me!|Join me on Patreon
Anything you want, Bokuto bought for you. Being one of the most feared men in the country, he was basically untouchable. He was great with a weapon, especially his sword that had been passed down through the generations. His arms and back were lined with tattoos showing off the bird imagery. He was the great horned owl, the most fearsome of its kind.
His hands were caked in blood, along with lining the pockets of local politicians. He ran clubs, brothels, casinos, everything was touched by his power. Those gold eyes spelled trouble and unless you were part of the family, being in the court of the owl was never a good thing.
But there was one weak spot in the great owl. The heel that could strike him down if anyone found out about it. They never attended any meetings, rarely seen at parties, but was the closest thing that Bokuto, the owl, had to love. He called her his little bunny, the docile little prey of the owl. But instead of eating you alive, he cherished you lovingly.
You were his little bunny, and he adored you. You were a simple college student, you used to work at a local cafe where you met Bokuto. Where most people were scared to even look at him, you talked to him every day with a bright smile and a tiny bit of flirting. Bokuto was enthralled by your boldness, but in reality you didn’t realize who he was until your first date when you started asking about the tattoos.
When he told you his profession, you blinked at him and went “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” And that made Bokuto’s heart both sink and melt. There was a trace of fear in your eyes that settled when he told you that he’d never, ever hurt you. That’s when you said, “A lot of people have hurt me.”
Which made Bokuto hurt for you, especially when you got into more detail about your life with your mother. How cruel she was, the words she’d say to hurt you, the reminder of how useless, selfish and evil you were, even when you did nothing wrong. When you recalled a time where she yelled at you for not cleaning out the coffee pot to her liking, Bokuto knew he had to get you out of there.
“I’ll give you any money you want.” He said, “any amount and it’s yours!” He told you this on your second date after you barely touched your food because your mother mentioned how much weight you had gained.
“I can’t accept your money Kōtarō.” You shook your head, “It wouldn’t be fair, not this early in the relationship. You earned that money, I can’t very well take one big lump sum. She would get suspicious anyway.”
“Then I’ll give you an allowance! Every week you save the money I give you and then you can move out, or move in with me! You can, ummmmm, do household chores and you’ll never have to work again!”
You chuckled and poked at the pasta you were supposed to eat, “How about we see how this relationship goes, and then maybe I’ll take you up on your offer.”
He perked up, “Sounds like a plan. For now, eat up, or I’m giving you some of my lamb.” He pointed his fork at you. He was usually so threatening but you saw a side of him that couldn’t be denied, he was soft for you. The fearsome owl had a soft spot for you.
Almost two years of dating, you were just about to finish university and looking for next steps. And Bokuto was there regardless, during that time however, you moved in with him and carried an allowance. But still had ambitions to go to graduate school and pursue higher education. Life got better after you got out of your mother’s home, there was no more hurling hurtful words at you, you were praised so much that sometimes it frightened you. Bokuto was your number one fan, even when you got a sixty on that biology paper.
You took up most of the household chores in the mansion, when you weren’t in class you and a few of the men that Bokuto worked with cleaned up the mansion, you found it relaxing almost to scrub dishes, especially when you played the classic jazz records that Bokuto had.
What you weren’t expecting was for him to come home so early. You hadn’t even started dinner yet and suddenly you found a pair of strong arms around you. You almost dropped the expensive plate when you jolted.
You thought it was an intruder but in reality it was the soft embrace of your boyfriend. He rested his head on your shoulder and asked, “What’s for dinner tonight?”
You put the plate down and tuned in his arms. You cupped the side of his face that carried a large facial scar.You rubbed the faded red mark on his face as you said, “Bobo.” Your fond nickname for him, “Don’t scare me like that, you’re too quiet sometimes.”
He chuckled and leaned in for a kiss, “I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.” Then leaned in for another kiss, then another. Until you pulled away and laughed.
“My silly, Bo.” No one was ever allowed to call him ‘Bo’, but you had special priviledges far beyond anyone else. You were his weak spot and got away with most things, like calling him cute names and under spending your allowance (You had all the money in the world, why are you still buying hundred yen ramen?).
“This is a good record.” He chuckled as he pulled away and took your hands in his, “Indigo Jam Unit.” He smiled, he knew the names to all these records.
Bokuto loved you and he was glad that he was able to get you out of that hateful household. You seemed happily and healthier now that you were free of her, more smiles and cheers crossed your face. You were his beloved, of course he wanted you to be okay and happy.
As he gave you another kiss, you moved together in almost sync. Your socked feet matched well with his dress shoe ones. You laughed when you danced together, a smile on your face that made Bokuto’s heart bloom.
You were safe here, in the arms of the feared owl.
“I love you.” He smiled as he swayed with you in the kitchen. His hands in your as your bodies moved together.
“I love you too, my great owl.” You replied with a peck on the lips.
Bokuto giggled and pressed his forehead against yours, “My sweet little bunny.”
Could you please write more Mafia Ushijima HC’s, Cuz I know i’m late but that HC is making me go feral, finna make me bark!, I love it so much, and I canon that we name our child after goshiki, Please write more Mafia Ushijima, or I might die
After the birth of your son you noticed that Ushijima had slightly changed
He probably didn’t even notice he had changed from being his stotic self around you and the others he had become……softer?
You couldn’t figure it out until you woke up startled and you felt Ushijima side and it was extremely cold
Tired and sore from giving birth you moved silently to the room and stopped seeing your husband shirtless holding your newborn to his chest
He swayed side to side just giving off a deep hum as he stared at your child
That’s when it hit you, the softness you felt when Ushijima was home was him finally letting go of all the nasty things he has done at work
Your son had no idea that the hands he felt so safe and warm in were also hands that sucked the life out of people without a second thought
You just smiled and went back to bed only to wake again when he moves into the bed and wraps his arm over your waist pulling you into his chest
You loved your son, but a part of you hated having a child because now he would become a target and it scared you to the bone but Ushijima was apparently ridding anyone who would dare touch you
Goshiki definitely became the god father and came over all the time and plays with your newborn as much as a newborn can play
But he always brought your cute baby new gifts and even bought him a tiny volleyball talking about how his big huge daddy used to be a huge deal in the volleyball community before he became a huge mafia man
Ushijima gets jealous when he comes over to you cooking dinner and Goshiki asleep on the couch your son making cute baby whimpers and nuzzling into his chest
He has totally woken up to Ushijima having a gun barrel against his temple and holding his son in his arms while sneering about him leaving
Ushi was away on a trip when your son said his first words and you woke frightened when you heard movement in your sons room only to see ushi standing there tears in his eyes while your son babbles “dada”
Your son was turning 3 when Ushijima moved you gently into a wall smirking down at you and you know the look on his face
“I wanna get you pregnant again, fuck how gorgeous you looked pregnant with him, shit I want to pump you full.” He says kissing you deeply making you groan glad Semi and Goshiki decided to take your son for the weekend
Well Ushijima lived up to his promise because after 8 rounds and 1 month later you were pregnant
Ushijima wasn’t crazy overprotective the first time, but finding out you were caring a little girl he went overboard and refused to let you even carry your son
Of course your son didn’t mind, he loved his daddy and loved being held by him even if it meant he had to be still in his fathers arms
Ushijima sung baby songs to your bump even when you told him that baby didn’t have ears yet he dropped a fact Bomb making you laugh
“Doesn’t matter, they’d known the vibrations from the embryonic fluid shaking.” He said calmly making you laugh loudly but he kisses your stomach
There was once where your son feel ill and Ushijima refused to leave his side even holding your little boy all night while he cried and got sick making you miserable because seeing your child sick was the worst
Ushi made you go to bed while he actually crawled into the very very small bed and pulled your son close watching movies to relax him
When it was time for school it was actually Ushijima who was a mess because not seeing his child right when he got home was going to be torture
And not hearing those familiar pattering of feet and a baby voice yelling “Dada!” Was going to be torture and you scuffed complaining about how yours wasn’t good enough and he nodded which earned him sleeping on the couch for a good week
Ushijima was a good father, a father who had his ghosts and enemies but they new if they wanted a gruesome death then to never go for his children and wife unless they never wanted to be seen again
