his legs won’t stop shaking, groaning loudly as you kiss the head of his cock. he feels so good but way past overstimulated and he can hear ringing in his ears. he hears how you giggle, your own legs shaking and you struggle to crawl up to kiss his lips.
he can feel the phantom sensation of your pussy gripping his cock, balls still so heavy. he only ever feels this way with you and you drive him crazy every single time. he can’t get enough of how you ride him, using him like one of your toys and he lays back, taking everything.
the way your nails dig into his chest, leaving marks that always gets him so fucking hard. his grip on your hips is tight and it hurts but you love it. you want him to lose control and fuck you like he hates you.
how can he not fall in love when you kiss his tip after every fucking round, every time. he’s so whipped and even when he knows he’ll end up shooting blanks, he can’t stop.
he loves being inside you, it’s so wet and warm and if he’s whining, whimpering, he doesn’t care. he wants you to know just how good you make him feel.
“so good — fuckfuckfuck baby” he moans, his eyes so glossy from unshed tears and god he’s so pretty like this.
bokuto literally does anything with your pussy because his impulsive thoughts just take over. like u could be chilling on your bed together and in less than a second there's a huge figure underneath the sheets, between your legs. you lift up the sheet to give bo a questioning glance, but he's quick to yank your nightgown up over your hips, pull your panties down, and just press his face against your plush cunt. you'll jump and drop the sheet to gasp and arch upwards, but thats really all it is. you have to stifle a laugh when you hear the sound of a deep inhale, and lift back up the sheets to find out what your baby is doing under the covers. honestly, you're not surprised to find bokuto just breathing in and out, his nose almost flush against your pussy. "so intoxicating," he'll sigh, his hands gripping both sides of your hips as he just breathes your cunt, and you have to sigh and lie back, wondering what the hell's gotten into him this time.
Sitting here thinking about being between his legs, spread wide for you, and licking his juicy bulge that’s still covered in his underwear….hearing him moan and press his hardening sex into your tongue…while you reach down and stuff your own sloppy pussy.
i think bokuto is absolutely the type to be obsessed with you. he's so clingy, pulling you into a hug every chance he gets, arms tightly woven around your waist. if you even move an inch to untangle from his body, he'd start whining, whimpering like a wounded puppy :(( how could anyone ever resist him??
he often touches you in public, kissing your cheeks, your wrists, your neck, basically anywhere he can reach regardless of people staring at you. in fact, that would make him more tempted to show everyone who you belong to. don't be surprised when he begins suckling on your exposed throat when you're literally in line at a food court, fully intending to leave a huge, bruised purple hickey behind.
it is indisputable that he hates when you give attention to someone else. forget getting anything done when he's constantly pulling at your sleeves, pulling you into his side and pouting until you turn to look at him.
you knew it was a big mistake when you accidentally ignored him whilst talking to a clothing store clerk. bokuto took that personally. not long after you finish talking, he immediately drags you into the changing room and slams you against the door, though not without cushioning the impact with a hand behind your back.
did you not notice how fidgety he's been the whole morning? how he whined to stay in bed longer when you tell him it's going to be a busy day? how he subtly rubbed his bulge against your ass a couple times, lip caught between his teeth as to not let a moan slip? he's been so sexually frustrated since daybreak, yet you never noticed a thing.
now that you're trapped between his large frame and the door, he has no choice but to hump your thigh, breathing heavily into your face. forget the clerk waiting for you on the other side or that you're both in public and he could be in deep trouble later, his leaky cock cannot handle anymore teasing — not when your delectable ass is confined in such skin-tight leggings that has him salivating.
wrapping your legs around his hips, he grinds against your clothed cunt, stomach twisting in knots at the delicious sensation. when you warn him to stop, he only ruts harder, capturing your lips in his as he lets out small, broken whimpers of pleasepleaseplease, on the verge of tears from how frustrated he is.
you cannot bear the humiliation of someone catching you two red handed, but the sound of his needy whines has your heart breaking, wanting nothing more than to give in to his desires. hence, you match his pace and grind down onto his thick bulge, pulling his head into the crook of your neck as your fingers run through his soft, frosted tips.
once bokuto has found a rhythm that invokes the most pleasure, he does not stop. he devours your lips, slobbering, panting into your mouth like a dog. hands wandering blindly all over your body, it's almost suffocating the way he gropes your breasts, roughly tweaking your nipples like he often does with game consoles, not once allowing you to breathe.
it doesn't take long for him to reach the peak as he blabs unintelligibly, thrusting harder into your warm cunt. swallowing clumsily, he pulls away with a string of drool connecting your lips.
"please please please let me cum-" he begs, golden irises sparkling with unshed tears.
"a-alright, come for me, baby," you whisper, licking a strip from his collarbone, pass his adam's apple, to his jaw just as he explodes, a strangled moan vibrating in his throat. you keep rubbing his bulge as he convulses, legs quivering weakly until his body collapses heavily into yours, breathless pants slowly evening out.
when bokuto has come to his senses, his cheeks glow from the embarrassment, feeling the sticky warmth pooling in his briefs, soaking through the fabric.
before he could timidly ask you to buy him a new pair of briefs, you click your tongue and run a single digit down the wet patch at the front of his pants.
"you're going to walk around with cum in your pants and i don't want to hear a word of complaint, understood? that's your punishment for not being patient."
includes ... post timeskip!bo, sub! reader, bottom! reader, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, ddlg, dom/sub dynamics, use of the petname ‘princess’ (oh no my fave pet names are being revealed! :o), also super short bcs i never got to finish this 😅
notes ... feeling a lil stressed out lately and i need a big strong man to comfort me uwu/ this has been rotting in my drafts since idk when and thought abt publishing it 😌
thinking about sitting in between bokuto's lap whenever you're stressed and he lets you straddle his thigh, cooing how you've been so good, being a good girl for daddy and working hard these past few days, you deserve a reward, don't you?
he'll kiss you tenderly at first, oh so sweet you would think he would just like to cuddle with you, wrap you in his big strong arms. but he always get excited, he's always passionate in everything he does and right now he's passionate about comforting you.
the kiss would turn heated, sloppy, and later you'll find yourself grinding down on his muscular thigh. bokuto's controlling your every movement, hands gripping your hips as he rocks you back and forth, making you feel every ridge and the fabric of his pants.
he would push your panties to the side, rubbing your folds up and down to collect the wetness gathering there before circling your clit. he would tell you how beautiful you are all wet like this, looking so perfect for daddy.
he wouldn't make you beg this time and he will insert a finger into you slowly, letting you adjust to the pace he's set as he peppered kisses all along your shoulders and neck. asking you, “does it feel good, princess? do you want more?”
when you nod yes, he'll put two more inside scissoring them into you and god, those thick hands can do wonders. you're literally seeing fireworks explode when you close your eyes.
he'll make you forget all of the worries and stress you've had that week with just his hand, his mouth, his thigh and his hard bulge grinding against your back. he'll make you feel so good that all you can remember is his name on your tongue.
in all seriousness i see bokuto as the type who manspreads not to be a nuisance but out of convenience, he’s so big he can’t keep it all tucked away— it’s gotta go somewhere right? you’ll turn away from him when he’s lounging on your little couch, taking up so much room because he’s big himself and when you look back his cock is just there, not even hard n you can see it through his sweats and you’re basically losing your mind.
he’d catch your gaze across the room, bright yellow eyes and half smile as he pats his thick thighs to come join him— securing an arm around your waist while you do your very best not to stare or move because one inch could have you rutting against the biggest cock of your life. it swings ?? when he walks, visible dick print out in public and you lose all sense of through.
i see bokuto as the type to pin you down to the bed, guiding you just how he wants with hazy bedroom eyes— your hands above your head, while he presses his entire wait against you, chest to chest you feel the fat of his cock laying flat against your tummy. the forked veins making indents in your skin, precum drooling from from his tip as koutarou grinds into your stomach, watching your face for its cute little twitch, tapping your cheeks when your eyes threaten to screw shut in embarrassment.
“you feel that, pretty?” bokuto’s saying but you can barely hear him through the blood rushing in your ears, teary eyed and rendered completely flustered. “that’s my cock, nice and hard all for you. can i put it in? make you feel all those inches?” i see bokuto throwing out the filthiest, lewdest shit he can before he fucks you, grinding down against your flesh, getting himself off using your body and you can feel the tip of his cock poking at the space just under your ribs.
I see bokuto as the guy who’s so big that has to get you off before he even thinks about sinking into you— fumbling with your clit in smooth circles that drive you wild while you can feel his heavy balls sitting in your tummy. god his cheeks are flushed red, skin shiny with sweat as he slips thick fingers in and out of your cute little hole, curling them to find your g-spot. hell bokuto is so big he probably has to make himself cum too for extra lubrications— jerking himself off, tapping his red and fiery tip against your skin— groaning to himself, drooling over his own lips as much as his cock leaks beads of precum.
and when he’s inside you, there’s barely any room for him to move, still swiping at your sensitive bud and sticky folds to get you to loosen up around him a little bit, making you feel so full that your tummy has a bump from just half of his dick— since that’s all you can get inside, all you can take before you’re crying from the burn of being stretched open by bokuto.
im thinking about bringing bokuto as a date to a wedding and just how fucking... charismatic he would be. he does not know anyone there but he suddenly is sitting talking to the family of the bride and groom congratulating them. he’s got kids swinging from both arms and legs telling them to hold on tight because he is swinging them hard enough to send them across the room. their parents are cheering from the tables and he’s beaming.
smiles at you from across the room and introduces you to people despite the fact that he’s your plus one.
bokuto drags you onto the dance floor and grooves with you for hours, just smiling and chatting and fully doing the boogie because... what else are weddings for other than showing off just how great a dancer he is (he’s not). oh, and celebrating love, of course. kisses your cheek while you dance n whispers in your ear about things that make you laugh.
takes you home that night and asks how you feel about a shotgun wedding (even though he hasn’t proposed) because the kids got him thinking. bokuto tells you that you’d look so pretty pregnant in a wedding dress, marrying him, of course. teases you and says that you both can get started right now, then fucks you stupid into the mattress babbling about how he’s gonna fuck you pregnant. how your wedding is gonna be so much better because you’re gonna be carrying his kid and everyone will be able to see what he did to you. it’s kinda sick but man... if you’re not plugged full of cum by the end of it.
