#soft bokuto

Favorite Things

Another gift fic! I hope you enjoy, @yanderepunkin

MATURE CONTENT

There are plenty of things Bokuto enjoys; volleyball, barbecued meat, praise, and especially getting Kuroo riled up. There’s only one thing that trumps the rest, makes all his other little pleasures seem small and inadequate.

You.

But more specifically, watching you come undone for him. You’re breathtaking, perched on top of him, breathing heavy in between each soft moan. He revels in the way the pads of your fingers dig into his chest, small red prints left against his flesh.

Bokuto sighs in bliss, moving his hands up your thighs to grab at your hips. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he croons, guiding you to take more of his cock into your tight heat.

You answer with another moan, head craning to the side as the tip of his dick presses into that spongy spot deep inside. The idea of responding with anything intelligible is beyond you, too coiled in the euphoria he gives.

Bokuto sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist before flipping you on your back. He smiles down at you, unable to help himself. As ethereal as you are on top of him, he can’t control himself with you pinned below him. You’re so much smaller, his height and muscular frame easily covering you. He chuckles at the way your walls squeeze around him, unable to ignore the obvious response of his towering size over you.

Sitting on his haunches, his grasp locks around your waist, dragging you into his lap before sheathing himself inside your gummy walls again. Bokuto breaths out a shaky sigh, a shock of euphoria zipping down his spine. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans out before beginning to thrust into you. The way your cunt tries to suck him back in makes his shoulders hunch, nearly curling in on himself as you try to milk him of all he’s worth. “So fucking good, so perfect.”

“Kou,~” his praise makes your head swim, the warmth in your lower stomach beginning to rage through the rest of your body like a wildfire. His sweet words make you writhe just as much as his cock ramming into your dripping pussy does.

He leans down, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he slams his length into you with reckless abandon. Your nails bite into the sculpted muscles of his back, leaving behind red crescents in the wake. Every thrust of his cock into the depths of your velvet walls knocks the air from your lungs, splotches of white dancing behind your eyes. The pressure in your core snaps before you can even think about alerting Bokuto, only able to announce your end with a gasping moan as your back arches like a bow pulled taunt.

“You’re so tight, Princess,” he moans against the sweat dampened skin of your neck, pace turning sloppy at the way you flutter around him.

“Kou,” you shudder against him, “p-please, fill me up. I- I want you to cum in me so bad!”

A chill creeps across his shoulders, eliciting a slight shake of his body. “You want me to cum in you?” You nod furiously, unable to answer with anything more than soft whines and whimpers. The room falls silent, only the sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing bouncing off the walls. Bokuto zones in on the slick squelching of your soaked cunt, eyes rolling to the back of his skull at the sheer arousal of hearing you so needy for him. “I’m going to cum in you, pretty girl. I’m going to fill you full of this load,” he nips at your collar bone, hips slamming into yours with the force to bruise.

Ecstasy sparks through him like a live wire lodged in his veins, “take it,” he growls before sinking his teeth into your soft flesh. Warmth blooms in your core as ropes of white paint your insides, Bokuto shamelessly moaning against you as he reaches his end. His orgasm rips another from you, body quaking under the sheer intensity of it all.

He’s careful to balance his weight, keeping it distributed between his legs and arms to keep from collapsing on you. With pleasure hazed orbs, he stares down at you, completely enraptured with the way you rest breathlessly underneath him. Sweat beads across your brow, kiss bruised lips parted to pant out your exhaustion, beautiful eyes lidded in a daze of post-orgasmic bliss and pure adoration for the man you love.

There are many things Bokuto enjoys, but his favorite will always be you.