Bokuto Koutarou Smut - Blog Posts

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content warning: 18+ content including manhandling, clothes/panty ripping, use of puppy, use of puppycunt, tummy bulge, dumbfication, mean!bo.

“Kōtarō, slow down!” You whine, grabbing onto his sturdy shoulders as he places kisses and bite marks along the once pristine skin of your neck, now covered in his drool.

Suddenly you’re dizzy.

Your head spins once he flips you around on your tummy, leaving you pathetically clawing at the bedding beneath you to ground yourself. You swear you hear him snarl behind you. He smooths his hands down your back, muttering a string of words, “Been thinking about this cunt all day.”

The sound of fabric being torn at the seams fills the air, prompting you to lift your head and look over your shoulder to see Bo fisting at the ripped up tights and lace that were once so rudely hiding your precious cunny from him.

Your legs are still clad in the sheer material as you kick them. But Bo sneaks his hands to your front, placing them over your thighs and yanking you up, propping you on your knees. A mewl rips from your throat when you feel the outline of his cock through his sweats, and press against your drooling cunt.

“You’re fuckin’ leaking everywhere, puppy,” Bo marvels, more to himself than to you and your already trembling form, “Just from me roughing you up a bit, huh?”

You nod into the duvet, pushing your hips back to grind your puffy cunt against his cock. Almost instantly he growls and grabs onto your hips, stopping you completely, “Oh, you want my cock that bad? Forgot your fuckin’ manners? Gonna stuff this puppycunt full, then.”

You squeal when the fat tip of his cock pops into your cunny and he shows no sign of slowing down, working every inch into you. He leans over you, sneaking one hand between your body and the bed, to press his rough palm into your supple flesh and feel his cock prodding through your tummy. The other wraps around your throat to lift your head up.

Bo laughs in your face. You watch him through bleary eyes as his own trail down to your perfectly pink tongue, lolling out of your mouth.

“Stupid, little puppy. ‘S all you are.”

soft dom! bokuto + heavy on the size kink + mentions of a lot of cum + overstimulation + intense squirting + praise + f! reader

bokutos big, he knows he is- he sees it in the way you sink deeper into the bed when he folds you down, settles the weight of his hips agaisnt you.

he should be more gentle... maybe. but he’s not sure you’d like that because when he presses himself down onto you, enough to knock the wind out of you he sees the way your eyes curl back into your head.

he feels the way your cunt clenches down onto him, feels the sudden rush of warm wetness coat his crotch- right where your lips stretch around his thick cock.

“sweet girl.” he whispers, taking in your lolling tongue, head digging into bed as you tilt your chin up into him, shaky hands balled into cute fists between the space of you and him, wheezing out how good he feels.

“like being pinned down like this, hm?” its an almost teasing lilt. you think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

he lifts his hips off you, you can feel it when the heat of his balls leave your ass and you already miss it. theres nothing more delicious than being pressed, squished down onto the bed, barely able to suck in a shaky inhale.

“p-please!” you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. your little tantrum is put to an end when he uses his whole weight, uses that driving force to slap back down onto you.

your body gives into the shockwave, shaking just like every single inch of skin and fluff and fat while he continues the brutal slam down and down and down.

it’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock and heavy balls, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass.

“d-dirty.” bokuto huffs, tongue seemingly working too slow for his frantic mind, pushing past the burn he feels, hips smushing down into your pelvis over and over. he mutters a single word, but you understand exactly what he means and the wave of pure pleasure burning through your veins was enough to tip you to an orgasm that made bokuto stop all actions.

even with him holding your legs, he feels the push back- sees the way your muscles tense up, slipping past his hold, flopping onto the bed as your hips rut up and down- still stuffed full of him, splatter after splatter of your cum bathing his lower stomach and thighs in it all.

it makes his head dizzy, watching eagerly at your trembling, seizing body, unable to stop the way his shoulder shakes as he leans back to watch it all happen.

you’re wonderful, beautiful in the way you let him fuck you stupid like this. pushing into the punishing heat of your pussy, even while it’s doing everything it can to push his throbbing cock out.

he should say sorry- knowing you can’t deny him while you’re swimming in a hazy pool of ecstasy- but there’s a frantic push inside to cum in your cunt while you can’t even think.

he groans out another hushed puff of air when the piston of him in you draws even more squirts of cum, even more trembling of your thighs- involuntarily trying to clamp against his hips, begging him to stop.

and he makes it quick, finally pressing right to you- a reprieve in your favor.

like many times before, he fills you up nice and pretty, and that’s what knocks you back to coherency- blinking against your tears as you grab at his mass, muscle and fluff and everything that makes him, him.

“k-kou- f-fuck!” you chatter, squealing, happy and content.

he joins you in the eagerness, bringing his shaky form to join you, not afraid to lean his weight onto your smaller frame.

“good girl.” bokuto slurs, muffled by the pillow right by your head- still having half a mind to give you the praises you love.

you two sleep right after, him soft and weightless- tucking your body into him, barely able to contain the happiness that washes over both bodies, entangled in each other.

bokuto being really sensitive during blowjobs and he jerks up into your mouth making you gAG and he feels really bad about it - but its so good so hes just apologizing while fucking your face

hnnnnh;

— throat fucking + hurt/comfort + spit + mentions of pain + minor cum play + gn! reader

you didn’t mean to- he’s sensitive and you know that, but the single sweep- just a swipe of the tip of your tongue over the ridge of skin right below his swollen and almost purpling head of his cock makes him see stars.

his hands instinctively shoot down and grab your hair, grabs your head with heated and shaky fingers- gasping as a loud moan leaves his throat-

“oh!” he grumbles, tossing his head back, “feels good!”

bokuto is weak, weak to your sinful mouth and consequently bucks up into it- clenching tummy seizing up as he feels you gag, there’s a tiny part of him that enjoys how you sound right now, but with an open mouth; he apologizes reverently.

“sorry... fuck i’m so sorry angel.”

and while he is, truly is, he can’t help the quick thrusting he gives you, feeling you jerk, feeling strings of warm spit trickle out of your mouth.

your fingers dig into the muscle of his thighs so hard there’s surely going to be welts tomorrow. it’s lewd- the sound of his fat cock splitting your mouth open and his heavy fat balls also slapping up, knocking into your chin.

he can hear and fucking feel the surprised whimpers that leave you, he’s taken liberty in using your face to cum- youre nearly limp inbetween his palms and he can’t help it. he knows his cock is fat- knows he should be more gentle but he likes the way your seizing, clenching throat feels around him.

there’s words of apology just tumbling from his lips, but you can’t hear over the rush of blood to your face- trying your hardest not to pass out in a moment like this, you wanted to comfort him- but couldn’t.

“sorry. i’m so sorry.” bokuto pants, lost in it all- his golden eyes are wide, roaming the ceiling before he looks down at you- pinched eyebrows, tears rolling down your face, tresses of your hair caught between his fingers, spit bubbles foaming in the corners of your poor lips.

it does him in, quickening his shallow breathing as he tenses up, bringing your head down- nose smushing against his pubes as he cums hotly, swelling in your mouth, cuming so violently thanks to you- that it seeps up and past the clenching of your throat, costing his cock and smearing out at the base of where your lips end and his pubes begin.

once he’s done, and calmed down, brought back to earth- he gently takes his softening cock out of your mouth, letting you sputter, hand coming down to pat your back, another wiping tears away.

“sorry baby, my angel- i’m so sorry.” koutarou coos, but with the glazed look you give him; he knows it’s okay, knows because you smile, cum and spit stained lips stretching out into a shaky smile and nod, a silent dismissal of his worries.

you loved being used like this.

front of the brain rn is bokuto coming in ur panties,,,,take that in whatever direction u would like to

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

— bokuto cumin in your panties (pregame) + thigh job + pussy job + messy panties+ praise + f! reader

he didn’t have the time to take care of you how he wanted, it was a shame.

seeing you paw at him before his match, whining about how seeing him practice on the court earlier made you so sticky and wet made him so fucking hard and of course he couldn’t just walk out into the his game like that... right?

he makes you stand still, crossing your ankles while he slides his cock inbetween your thighs, the tip of his cock just barely brushing against your cute little clit.

bokuto grabs your hips, towering over you from behind, not even bothering in tugging your bottoms off all the way, pulling you back onto him.

“sorry baby.” he grunts, his precum and your blooming arousal is the only thing that keeps him slick enough to pass over your puffy cunt lips.

“but- you know i won’t fuck your pussy...” koutarou grunts, the force of him grabbing at you makes you whimper, knees going weak, “unless i have time to make you cum over and over.” he hisses, the sound of his fat cock parting your folds over and over makes him dizzy.

taking you like this is proving to be an even better warm up than anything he did earlier.

“yes! i know- i know...” you whine, fingers digging into his own strong and veiny arms, knowing that he’s got you- knowing that he won’t let you fall or let anything happen to you while he fucks the tightness between your thighs.

“fuck- fuck... gunna cum baby...” he growls, nipping the sensitive piece of skin lining your shoulder, you can see by the reflection in the wide mirror in the locker room just how much he’s towering over you- how much thicker his body is... it makes you so dizzy and throb in need.

“please! please cum, your match is starting soon.” you breathlessly pant, hearing the way his teammates are lining up to leave and make their appearance on the court- it’s pure desperation, pure need to have him finish and cum that drives you to squeeze your thighs even tighter, buck back into him, singing his praises while he huffs and whines.

“shit! that’s my girl... pretty little thing... prettiest thighs ever.” koutarou breathes, detaching himself, roughly fucking his fist- the other hand pushing your back, making you tumble forward slightly, his thick thigh coming inbetween your legs.

he hooks his fingers back on the waistband of your bottoms, giving him access to your panties, catching every single spurt of cum, mingling with the arousal that had fallen off your cute cunt in the midst of it all.

there’s a tingle playing at the base of his skull, a feral and deep heat swirling in his tummy at the thought of you walking around with panties he just came all over.

regulating his breathing, carding a hair through his spiky hair, he slaps your exposed cunt, splattering the arousal dripping off you, tucking himself in his athletic shorts, signaling you to pull your ruined underwear up.

“ah.” you wince, grumbling about how sticky and hot his cum feels pressed against your pussy.

he simply winks at you, golden eyes shining mischievously while a thick tongue sweeps up the digits covered in the slick he caught from that slap against your pussy.

“gunna play extra good... knowing my cute little baby’s got my cum all warmed up and save.” bokuto chuckles, tugging you along as he makes his way to the court.

needy! bokuto + but still very much dom! bokuto + bokuto uses your panties to get off + male masturbation + f! reader

he knows you’ll be back soon, knows that in a couple minutes you’ll walk through the door and he’ll be able to touch you, hold you while he takes you; wants to bury his cock inside the moment you’ve stepped through the door, not needing to prep you- wants to take you dry and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head, shaking and whimpering for him to slow down before slumping down in a nice and plaint-

fuck.

bokuto runs a hand through his hair, pushing the silver and darkened strands to settle off his face, sighing at the way he let his thoughts wander.

with a pitiful look he glances down, sees his cock strain against his sweats, tilting to the left, jumping with every thought of you flickering through his mind.

he knows you’ll be back soon... but he can’t wait.

with heavy steps, he pads into your shared room, heartbeat quickening when he sees your drawer- partially opened, letting him see the various colors in panties you like wearing.

he’s quick to single out the pair he knows will get him off the fastest...

they’re pink and frilly, laced and pretty.

bokuto holds them inside a clenched fist- turning around, sitting himself on the bed, heart pounding so hard he can see it in his vision as he looks down at the crumpled material.

it’s quick, the way he hooks his thumb under the wasiteband and brings his cock out- rigid in his movements; he hasn’t done this in so long, and why would he went he has you?

there’s a note of urgency because he knows you’ll be here soon anyways- maybe this was just an excuse to make a mess agasint the pretty lace he loves seeing you in, and as he pumps his cock in hard tugs- hissing at the roughness, it might be true.

bokuto whines, tilts his reddened face back- looking at the ceiling while the sound of his palm slapping heavily against his pelvis rings out loudly into the room, see’s stars and sees you. his imagination pulling scenes of shared moments like the weight of you above him while you ride him, dripping down his cock, or how you wheeze out his name, high and whiny when he folds your body down into a press-

“f-fuck! fuck!” koutarou exclaims, the memory has his dick throb, pulling his balls tight, pitching forward in order to stave off the orgasm. the hand still clutching your panties meets the hand furiously fucking himself, swiping the precum dribbling down with the pink. he watches with wide eyes at how nice the color looks darkening at the translucent pre.

its natural, the order in which it all plays out, not thinking as he wraps your panties around his thick cock, red, angry head peaking at the top and another whine leaves him between the lips caught in between his teeth.

there’s something he really likes about how the thin piece looks stretched around and around him- he didnt even know what was transpiring inside his mind while he gave the first tentative drag, lips popping open in a whimper.

he wants you so badly, tummy swirling at the pain- but this will do, this will surely do.

the pretty fabric now snuggly between his hand and dick helps him speed up, imagining hes simply pulled them to the side- sliding in and out of your swollen and oh so prettty cunt. he can almost hear the familiar sound of squelching and your smell, so good when aroused and cuming around him.

he cant seem to tether down one single scenario, but ultimately the memory of him trapping you under him, arms wrapped ‘round your body as he furiously jackhammers his hips up into your jolting body, held straight by only him is what does bokuto in. the dependency and trust you give him makes the big man nearly cry- cry like you do when he splits your pussy open.

hes too excited and high strung, big broad shoulders tipping forward, curling in on himself as he sees his muscled thighs jump. theres harsh swelling before he cums, hastily bringing your panties up and over the crown of his cock, covering his spurting slit. koutarou traps all the cum, sweating as even then its too much and begins seeping from the fabric and his fingers.

“g-god! shit- y/n!”

lust addled brain only knows you, only craves you while he keenly calls out. sucking in a breath while he releases his cock, letting it fall raw and used, slung against his thigh.

bokuto watches while he slowly opens his hand, the image of the pink panties covered in thick, white globs of his semen is one he will commit to memory.

but, there’s not enough time for koutarou to revel in the sight- ears perk up as the front door opens.

once again, with quick movements he makes his way to you, smiling at the wide eyed look you give him, taking in the red and clearly used cock hanging between his thick thighs.

“fuck- youre here... couldn’t wait... and now i need you.” is all bokuto says, wrapping strong arms around you- dumb rough and big fingers quickly stuffing your own soiled panties (still hot and sticky and wet) inside your mouth to silence any questions, letting you know like you couldn’t taste his cum slowly dribbling down onto your tongue- turning you around and tugging your bottoms down.

the memory of you and how you look right now, shaking in attempt to place your cute hands against the door- lips smeared in the mess of cum from your panties, sucking in a breath from your nose as he slides his soft cock inside- would and could never compare.

he wants to recreate the image that brought him to the end, the end which was slowly dribbling down your mouth because there was just that much, and with those strong brutish arms of his, he curls them around your body, furiously humping from behind- forcing his cock to harden inside your cunt, so warm and steadily creating that slick he loves so much.

“‘m sorry- came all over your panties-“ he moves an arm to tap a finger agaisnt your stuffed mout, touching the pink hanging out before returning his arm, “cause i wanted you... you want me too, right?” bokuto questions, knowing the answer as you push back, eagerly wanting more.

“but now i have you, nd i’m gunna stuff you like you deserve.”