✿ ‧₊˚. ᯓ a flower of energy, enthusiasm and appreciation.
ft. koutarou bokuto
synopsis; bokuto just couldn't stop thinking about you during his game and he doesn't have the patience to wait until you get home... he has to fuck you now.
content; public sex, locker room sex, wall sex, p in v, unprotected sex, f!reader, petnames (baby, beautiful, angel)
notes; a bouquet for kinktober masterlist. day 15 - prompt: semi public. the thought of him being too desperate to wait... yeah it haunts me. dividers by @/cafekitsune + @/saradika-graphics
[ wc; 1860 ]
“Do you–hah–do you k-know how badly I was thinking about you out there? You–a-ah,” a broken sigh slips past Bokuto’s lips. “It’s like I could f-feel you watching me. Had to perform well for you, you know? Had to show my girl how good I can be–I was good, right? You saw that final spike? The one where, where–fuuuuck…”
Your walls clamp down around his needy length, the unexpected squeeze causes Bokuto to lose his train of thought for a second. His arms are tight around your figure, fingers pushing tight into the soft flesh of your ass as he holds you up against the wall. All his training must be paying off, he just finished playing a nailbitingly tight match and yet he still has the strength—and stamina—to fuck you like a rabbit.
Although his patience is the same as always—nonexistent.
“K-Kou, we have to keep…quiet.” You whine against the side of his neck, your chest flushing at the thought of someone hearing the two of you.
“I know, I know, I–know.” He pants, “not my fault you feel so good wrapped around me. Not my fault–aah, b-baby–you’re the only thing I can think of after a match like t-that.”
Bokuto’s lips attach to that sweet spot on your neck, the spot that makes your knees buckle, and he sucks at it until he’s certain he’ll leave a mark. All he can think about is how badly he needs to leave his claim on you, to show anyone and everyone that he’s the only one that gets to have you.
“But, Kou…” You pause, trying—and failing—to regain control over the volume of your voice. “You won, baby.”
Bokuto grins, lopsided and dopey, his teeth on show and a glint in his eye.
“Hell yeah I did, beautiful.”
A whimper escapes your mouth. His confidence makes your eyes bulge from your head, you feel your core tighten and you scramble to find purchase on his shoulders—the muscles that only glistened due to his earlier victory are now covered in sweat from how desperately he’s fucking up into you. Your fingernails dig into his skin, sending a ripple of pleasure down his spine. Your chest heaves when his cock hits that gooey part inside of you—over and over again like he’s trying to reward you for something.
“K-knew I would win with you in the crowd, angel. Did you see the hit that ended the match? That w-was my hit, my… strength–hah–my skill. It was good, right? It was all for you… for y-you–I gotta work hard for my girl.”
You whine at the words spilling from Bokuto’s lips, a smile on your face as he continues to bully his cock into your pulsing cunt. There's a desperation that falls over his actions the closer you get to your release, he gets obsessive, wanting nothing more than to finish with you. He’ll chase it for as long as he needs to—even if that means forcing his own orgasm to be delayed over and over and over again.
The noise of your skin slapping together fills the room, that rhythmic plap plap plap echoing in the otherwise empty locker room. You muffle your moans in the crook of Bokuto’s neck, squishing your face between his jaw and shoulder. The warmth from his skin seeps onto your face, your body is heated, sweat trickles down your chest and tickles your skin. A giggle bubbles up and spills out of your mouth—half giddy, half ticklish. Bokuto pulls his head away from you to search for the reason for your laughter.
“I-is there something wrong?” He pouts, the crease in his forehead makes your heart ache.
“No! No, b-baby–ah–you’re doing so good… feels amazing–h-hah–oh god…”
“Say it again.” He whispers against your lips, a serious look on his face that sends a shiver down your spine.
“Kou…”
“Please, please, pretty baby, say it again. F-for me.”
Embarrassment heats your cheeks, a low whine fills the space between you. When Bokuto starts to beg you know you’re nothing but putty in his hands—he knows that as well.
“Mm–mhm. You’re g-good–feels so–hah–so good… sosososo good, bab–” You choke.
Bokuto cuts you off with a kiss—it’s messy and desperate and all teeth as he tries his best not to cum inside you. Your praise goes straight to his cock and it pulses like it's trying to speak to you.
The sound of footsteps passing by the door makes your eyes widen, but Bokuto refuses to let you pull away from him. He chases your mouth, needy whines spilling from his lips. You taste like mint. A flicker of fear passes through you when someone puts their hand on the door handle. If they were to walk into the room it would be damn near impossible for them to miss the way Bokuto has you pressed against the wall, his cock making you almost delirious, your lips chasing each other like your lives depend on them being together.
But the door never opens.
Thank god.
“Baby… we have to h-hurry. I don't want to get caught.” You whisper.
“Feels so good baby–so tight f’me–fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Bokuto tilts his head back, you attach your lips to his neck without thinking, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Touch yourself. Can you do that for me? Can you reach? Touch yourself for me, baby. Please.”
His voice breaks on his final plea, that needy whine has heat pooling in your core. You pull away from him, resting your head inches from the wall—Bokuto’s thrusts are too powerful for you to press your head any closer to the wall without repeatedly banging against it (and you do not want anyone coming in the room to investigate a mysterious thumping noise.)
You slide your hand down your body, Bokuto’s eyes watching as you slip down into the gap between you. The effect is instantaneous. Bokuto moans at the same time you do, almost as affected by the pressure on your clit as you are. His eyes screw shut and he blindly surges forward in search of some part of you to latch his mouth onto. He finds your lips and they smash together in a messy kiss, his tongue presses into your mouth and you whine as you begin to suck on the intrusion. You feel Bokuto’s hands twitch on your ass. How badly he must wish he could feel your body under them, to hold your waist and roll his thumb over your sensitive nipples. You whimper his name as you feel the familiar tightening at your core, your free hand digs desperately into his shoulder again.
“Kou…Kou I–I’m–”
“I know, baby—fuck, yeah I know—let me feel you, baby. Let me feel you come around my cock, baby, c’mon c’mon c’mon—fuuuuck–”
Bokuto bites down on your lip, the feeling of you pulsing and tightening around his cock as you cum sends him hurtling towards his own finish. His thrusts become sloppy and desperate as he attempts to fuck you through your orgasm, your moans loudly fill the room as your release rakes through you. The hand you slid between your bodies gets stuck between you and Bokuto as he leans his towering frame closer to yours—his head now rests on your shoulder. Your legs tremble around his waist as he continues to bully his cock into you, his breathing is ragged but his strong arms still hold you up like you weigh absolutely nothing.
“That's it, beautiful, that’s it–god, you feel good.” He whines against your skin, his breath sending a shiver down your spine.
The both of you pant heavily, your deep breaths filling the space where your moans used to be. There's a quiet squelch when Bokuto slips out of you, your cheeks burn at the noise. As he gently places you back on the floor a surprisingly sheepish smile creeps onto his face—one not at all compatible with how vigorously he was just fucking you.
“Sorry, baby…” He whispers, a red blush sitting pretty on his cheeks.
“What are you–” You start.
Bokuto gently spins you around before you get the chance to finish your question. His hands grab at your ass, massaging and groping the doey flesh.
“Might have been holding you a bit too tight there…”
He slides his hands around your waist and pulls you close to his chest. His arms are warm. You smile at how embarrassed and apologetic he is.
“I think I’ll survive, Kou,” you pause, taking a second to enjoy being wrapped in his arms, before you remember where you are. “Oh shit!” You curse, attempting to pull your clothes back up. “Baby, come on, before–”
You're cut off by the squeak of a door handle being pushed. Your eyes widen. Bokuto slips away from you and is at the door before you can so much as blink, his foot stopping it from opening any wider than a face width. His body shields you from view.
“Hey, wha– Bokuto, come on man, open the door!” A voice whines from the other side.
“Just give me a minute.” Bokuto replies, the embarrassment now creeping up his neck as well.
“What? No, come on, we gotta–”
“I said a minute, please.”
The voice tuts, but relents. The door closes with a click and Bokuto turns back to you with that same sheepish grin on his face.
“Oops,” is all he offers with a shrug.
You roll your eyes before bending down to pick up his shirt. You throw it at him and he catches it with little effort. While you scramble to get the rest of your clothes on (and presentable) he closes the distance between you, he waits until you look at him again and then he throws his arms around you excitedly. You rock backwards ever so slightly under the weight of your boyfriend, a smile lighting up your face.
“Come on, you,” you say as you try to slip out of his arms. “Seriously! Kou, we have to go now!”
You laugh as his arms tighten around your waist. Evidently he's happy right where he is.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, they’ll be fine.” He whispers.
He leans closer to you and presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss. Your arms snake their way around his neck and he sighs into your mouth when your fingers thread through his hair. His hands pull you flush against his chest and as you pull away there's a delicate smile plastered on his face.
“So… you never did answer my question.”
You tilt your head, what questi–
Oh.
You smile widely and plant a kiss to his cheek before answering.
“Yes, baby, I saw your final spike.” You pause, thinking back to the match. “Although, it would've been quite hard to miss given how loud that smack was.”
