finally drew their height difference

I feel like Bokuto is not afraid to be vocal in bed. He loves it, in fact. Once you told him that you love it when your partner moans in your ear.

Man, he took that shit very seriously.

He is fucking you from behind, and he leans down, his lips pressed against your ear. His moans ring in your ears as well as his beautiful praises for you.

He loves letting you know just how good you feel

your loving boyfriend, number 12 on the MSBY Jackals, makes volleyball look so easy. so easy, in fact, that you begin to think that maybe volleyball isn't that hard; that it's a sport anyone could be good at. even you!

it's this thought process that leads to your post-game activity: you and bokuto, squaring up against each other on opposite sides of a practice court, him holding the yellow-and-blue striped ball under one arm.

"i'll go easy on you," he promises, his voice carrying easily over the distance. you can still see the faint sheen of sweat from his game, and you wonder if perhaps this is unfair to him since he's probably tired out from his match.

your eyes follow his figure as he backs away until he's standing outside of the court lines. they follow as he tosses the ball up, backing up a few steps before running forward with a majestic leap and hitting it with what you think is all the power in his body.

it moves so fast you barely have time to lift your hands in front of your face, to protect your nose from the impact. the ball slams against your palms, leaving them red and stinging as it falls to the ground. you faintly hear bokuto's "oh no!" in the background accompanied by the patter of feet as he runs over to you.

"are you okay?!" he asks, panic evident in his tone as he takes your hands in his, inspecting your facial features for any sign of damage.

your face is fine, luckily saved by your instinct of covering it with your hands. the same can't be said for your faithful shields, though -- they're bright red, and even bokuto's gentle caress makes you wince.

"i accidentally did not go easy on you," bokuto confesses in a whisper. "i put 100% instead of, like, 25%! oh no, oh no, what if your hands are broken? what if you never want to play volleyball again?"

"ko," you manage to say between his constant concerned babble. "i'll be fine, i'll ice them at home."

he seems to calm slightly at this, before looking at you with tear-filled eyes. "but will you still want to try to play volleyball again? it made me so happy when you asked, because i really love volleyball and playing with you is a really fun concept, because i love you, and i love sharing the things i love with the people i love and--"

you silence his chatter with a soft kiss. "of course we can try playing volleyball again. i've got the best mentor in the world for it, right?"

nsfw. mdni.

I submit to the Bokuhoe court: giving Bokuto a back massage...

Him lying down with his shirt off and you’re sitting there, straddling his thicc butt, rubbing a little massage oil on his naked skin, using the pads of your thumbs to knead and dig into the bunged-up muscles in his back and shoulders. And mm-mm-MMM what muscles they are! Bo's groaning and sighing with relief as you work the knots out, but a different part of his body is beginning to stiffen. His glutes keep flexing against your clothed pussy, making you wet for him. Little do you know, his dick is hard as a rock and he's about 10 seconds away from flipping over, yanking his shorts down to mid-thigh, and moving yours to the side so he can line himself up and sink each and every inch of his long, hot cock into you, nice and slow and deep.

Le sigh. 😩

Forest of Drizzling Rain