Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
i hc that bokuto watched the Care bears as a kid, and honestly still does (the older version not the new one) for at least reasons.
if he’s feeling nostalgic
and
its a comfort series to him; it makes him feel all fluffy
Of all the ways Bokuto loved to fuck you, having your hips dangling off the edge of the bed while he pounded into you from above was by far his favorite.
There was just something about it—how it let him watch you, take in the way your body stretched out beneath him, the way your tits bounced with every hard thrust. How your legs, struggling to stay wrapped around his waist, trembled from the sheer force of him. But more than anything?
It was the way you looked up at him.
Eyes wide, dazed—needy.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so—” Bokuto cut himself off with a groan, grip tightening on your thighs as he slammed into you, his cock driving deep, deeper, until you were arching, gasping, fingers clawing at the sheets.
The angle was almost too much. He could tell by the way you squeezed him, the way you trembled every time he bottomed out, hitting that spot inside you that made your whole body jolt.
“You feel it?” he panted, his abs flexing with every thrust. “Yeah, you do. Fuck—you’re so tight.”
You could barely respond, words lost in broken moans as he set the pace brutal. Skin meeting skin, the slick sounds of your bodies tangling together—his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.
His hands left your thighs, one gripping your hip to hold you still, the other sliding down, fingertips ghosting over your stomach before pressing firmly right where he could feel himself inside you.
“Shit,” he groaned, head tilting back, muscles tensing. “I’m so deep in you, baby. Fuck, you take me so well.”
Your back arched at the pressure, the sensation overwhelming, white-hot pleasure spreading through every nerve.
Then, his hand moved lower.
The second his fingers found your clit—rubbing messy, frantic circles—you snapped.
Your whole body locked up, pleasure crashing into you so hard you let out a cry, a high, desperate sound as your walls clenched tight around him. The feeling had Bokuto gritting his teeth, his thrusts turning erratic, chasing his own release as you milked him for everything he had.
One, two, three more thrusts—
Then he was spilling inside you, groaning your name like it was the only thing he knew, hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go.
For a long moment, the only sound was heavy breathing, the heat of your bodies pressed together, sweat slick and satisfied.
Then, Bokuto let out a breathless, giddy laugh, leaning down to press a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss against your parted lips.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, voice still wrecked. “We’re so doing that again.”