Bokuto will be referred to in the masculine term and reader will be referred to in gender neutral terms.
No chest touching occurs with reader. (Safe read for anyone with BDD triggered by reading about chest rubbing or touching.)
“Taro-mochiiiii,” you sung as you skipped down the hall with underwear and an oversized shirt on then into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around your beefy boyfriend, Bokuto, your fingers not even being able to touch around his middle as you hugged him from behind.
“Hey, hey, hey! There’s my yakiniku!” he replied brightly with a mouthful, looking back over his shoulder and down at you.
The first time you two had ever met you bonded over food- and subsequently gave each other cute nicknames that were food based.
You had been creative, calling him Taro mochi after his first name being Kotarou so you took the Taro part then added mochi on the end because you claimed he made you as soft as mochi; and he, being the Bokuto that he is, just straight up called you by his favourite barbecued meat.
It was a Wednesday afternoon and you had been waiting patiently for him to get home. He was now part of the MSBY Black jackals and his training schedule was insane.
“What you wanna do this afternoon?” you asked him, rubbing your face into his muscular back.
“Heh,” he chuckled slyly, “well, I know what I want to do but I’d need you to be onboard too,” he said in a low voice, the tone in his voice immediately taking your mind to the bedroom.
His voice alone had you pulsating between your thighs and you sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth and bit into it.
“Oh?” you asked innocently after composing yourself, “and what would that be?”
He put his food down and turned around to lift your body up against his. Bokuto was so fucking strong and anytime he picked you up you would be turned on instantly; the minute those large hands were placed under your arms to lift you up, you were all his.
Hungrily your mouth met his, biting at his lips and sucking the food remnants off.
“Hungry, Y/N?” he asked in a low voice as he turned around and sat you down on the bench, “do you want to eat me? Or do you want me to eat you?”
“Eat me,” you moaned, tilting your head back and letting him bite and kiss down the front of your neck, his teeth and tongue dragging across your skin and balling it up in sections so that he could suck on it and create some heavy hickeys.
“You’re my favourite food,” he mumbled against your collarbone, biting at the skin there too, “can I lick your sweet spot? That spot that tastes like heaven and honey?” He asked, dragging his tongue along the ridge of the bone to the tip of your shoulder, showing you what his tongue would feel like.
“So poetic, Taro,” you moan giggled, “I didn’t know you could say such erotic things.”
“I prefer to show rather than tell,” he leered, biting firmly into your shoulder and making you hiss with pleasure filled pain.
“Then show me.” You replied with such a sexy suggestive tone at it made him let out a little carnal groan of excitement as he teeth stayed latched into your shoulder.
So used to being tossed around like a ragdoll in his strong arms you weren’t surprised when he gripped up under your legs and threw them up over his shoulders, flicking you back a bit as he buried his head between your thighs.
You squealed with excitement then moaned as he bit lightly down on that throbbing ache between your thighs, his tongue pushing against the fabric that was doing a fine job of getting in the way and making you both more sexually frustrated.
“Take me, Bokuto,” you moaned, arching your back and spreading your legs for him.
He turned his head to the side as you gave him more access and flicked his tongue along the side of your underwear then delved it under the fabric, lapping at the side of your front hole.
“I just want to stay between your legs forever,” he growled against you, his deep voice sending a vibration right through you.
“I never said you needed to go anywhere else? Take me to the bedroom and let’s stay there for hours,” you moaned, gripping your fingers into his hair and wrapping your legs around the back of his head to hold him against you.
“Can I put my fingers inside you?” he asked, grabbing under your ass with one hand, “which hole would you prefer me to pleasure?”
“Both!” You whined, “fuck it, I want both!”
“Oh ho! I would love to be inside you as much as possible!” he replied, his sexually excited gaze finally meeting yours.
Sliding your underwear to the side he took his thumb and index finger and pushed his thumb into your ass hole and the other finger up into your front hole then with his other hand, slid it to from your ass to your back and hoisted you up.
You doubled over his head and clung to him, moaning out loudly as he fingered you while carrying you to the bedroom.
“Taroooo~,” you moaned, rocking your hips back and forth against his face as he rubbed your insides, “fuuuuck, this feels so good!”
“I’m not even started yet, Yaki-deliciousness, I’m going to eat you like the favourite meat I named you after.”
You loved it when Bokuto got into this mood. His arousing words never failed to make you more horny to feel his thick cock inside you.
Making his way to your shared bedroom, he entered and dropped you back first onto the bed, fingers still inside both of your holes.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he promised, sliding both fingers in and out of your holes while your underwear remained on.
“Take my stuff off, Taro!” you begged.
“Not yet, I want to drive you crazy,” he leered.
“You sadistic owl!” you moaned with a giggle, desperately grabbing at his shirt to show your eagerness.
“You love it when I tease you like this, don’t you? Only I can do this to you. Tell me how much you like it, I need to hear you beg me for it” he begged, looking for validation as his hair drooped slightly – awaiting your reply.
“You’re my king, Bokuto, your fingers and cock are what I live for. You keep me alive with the pleasure you provide me,” you moaned in a sultry voice.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he chuckled happily, feeling buoyed by your perfect reply, “well, lucky for you, my fingers and cock love pleasuring you!”
To add weight to his words he wiggled his fingers into you, rubbing your insides with the pads of his fingers.
“Taroooo~,” you wailed, your underwear getting damper at the work of his fingers.
Still with fingers in both your holes he bent his head down and wrapped his lips over his teeth so that he could apply muted pressure with it over your pelvic bone.
The firm pressure over your hotspot made you arch up into his mouth, both hands wrapping into his hair and pulling on it, your sexual excitement starting to hit fever pitch.
“I swear to god, Taro, if you don’t put something inside me, right now, I’m going to SCREAM!”
“Then scream,” Bokuto leered, pulling his mouth back from you then poking his tongue out and using the flat of it to drag over your underwear.
You could feel the heat of his tongue through the fabric and whimpered pitifully.
“Stop teasing me!!!” you wailed, grinding down on both his fingers as you raised your legs a little to hint that you wanted him to follow through and remove your underwear.
“Ok… I’ll put my cock inside you then, just as you’ve asked,” he suddenly said, removing his fingers then yanking his pants and underwear down and swiftly moving your underwear aside (but not taking it off) and lining his cock up with your back hole.
He pushed in dry and you screamed, hands clutching the bedsheets as he forced his large dick into your ass.
“Fuck!” you hollered, the pain only adding to your horniness, “fuck my ass, Taro, fuck it!”
Bokuto leaned over your lower body hunched a bit, your hips and legs swinging with each thrust from him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you panted, face contorted with pain filled pleasure as he hit it raw.
After pumping furiously into you for a minute of two he pulled out and left you on the bed as he quickly grabbed some lube and a condom.
“Let’s try that again,” he said with a cheeky grin, his gorgeous yellow owl eyes shining with lust as he rolled the condom down his thick shaft then slathering it with lube, “I just wanted to tease you out a little longer.”
“You’re a cruel lover,” you moaned, gasping for air as he pushed your legs up and open then pushed your underwear aside to suddenly enter your ass again.
“Scream my name,” he growled, his hips bucking firmly into yours as he held your legs out in a V shape.
“Tarooo!!” you cried, the wet patch on your underwear getting more and more obvious.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, fucking you hard and fast, your body jolting terribly with his efforts.
“I want your cock in my ass and 4 fingers in my front hole!” you cried, “fuck, I need something in the front!”
“4!” he exclaimed, “well! Good think I have 4 very large fingers for you.”
“Fuck YES! Fuck every single hole I have,” you moaned urgently.
Letting go of one of your legs he pushed your underwear aside even more then pressed 4 of his fingers to your front entrance and waited for your approval.
“Please, please, please,” you panted, body rocking back and forth.
Slowly he pushed his fingers into your front hole and your face contorted again, making you whimper as he forced them up inside you.
“Yessss~, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, I’m begging!” you sobbed, body heaving as he started to move, “oh fuck! Oh god, yes! Taro, please, more. HARDER!”
You were a babbling mess as he started to really work both your holes that were filled to capacity and you dug your fingers into the bedsheets and wailed time and time again as you got closer to climax.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, OH SHIT!” you screamed, legs spasming wildly as a very intense orgasm washed over you, Bokuto’s name being lost amongst the euphoric cries.
“I’m getting close,” he suddenly panted.
“Cum for me, Taro, I’m done!” you moaned.
Bokuto dropped your other leg down and pulled his fingers from your front hole then grabbed onto the front of your hips to lock you down on the bed before really fucking the life out of you.
You wailed out again as his thrusting spiked another euphoric feeling in you then you felt him stall a little in his manic thrusting then groan and his cock swelled and pulsated in your ass.
“That was amazing!” he punctuated, “the same feeling as getting in a line shot!”
“You and your volleyball,” you panted with a chuckle, “I’m always happy to be your line shot if it’s gonna feel like that every time.” You winked at him, reaching for his neck and yanking him down on top of you for a kiss.
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