#pegbokuto2020

You giggle, batting your eyelids in a way you knew he couldn’t resist, before finally springing the question, “Would you let me peg you?”

The blush creeping up his neck was almost immediate as he registered the question, painting his cheeks the prettiest pink as he stammered out an answer. He was grinning, though, laughter twinkling in his eyes, “If you want to try, I’d be down.”

And that, you suppose, is how you ended up in this exact position days later. 

The first push in was like fire, and Bokuto cried out beneath you, back arching. He was loose enough- between the hours spent teasing his cock and the fingers you’d shoved into him countless times, his thighs were already trembling in time with his hands as they clutched at the open sheets beneath him.

He feels like he’s being split open, the silicone cock  stretching him so much it felt like he was hollowed out as every delicious inch pushed its way in. It ached- almost painfully, and it was one of the strangest things Bokuto had ever felt in his life- but fuck it was good. 

But once he’d drawn you into the hilt, he couldn’t stop the whimper that tore from his throat as you draped over his back, burying your face in his neck. 

His cock throbs against the sheets and he has to stop himself from rutting back against it, body unsure whether to chase the pleasure or run from it, but Bokuto’s head turns to the side as he pants, eyes watery. 

“Kou.”

Your voice is what snaps him out of his stupor and his body unwinds, going lax as he melts into the mattress. There’s the faint feeling of you nosing at the base of his neck, peppering hot kisses against the reddened skin. 

“Baby,” he breathes back, and you grin against his skin, pushing yourself back and onto your knees. You run your hand down his spine, and Bokuto realizes that he’d never felt so open. “Are you going to do something?” 

“I love you,” Is all you respond with.

And then his body is writhing as you pull nearly all the way back out, and slam back in. The thrust itself was near violent, filling him more than he was prepared for, and regret flutters through your chest. 

You open your mouth to apologize but he beats you to it, muttering a soft, “Again,” before burying his face back into the pillow beneath him as if embarrassed. Not that there was anything to feel bad about, you adored him like this. 

Glee fills you, chest nearly bursting from excitement as you pull out and shove the strap back inside, stuffing him to the brim yet again with one smooth movement, reveling in the way he grunts into the pillow. 

The pleasant sounds he lets free only encouraged you further and you keep going, fucking into the tight heat hard and without remorse. There’s a faint tickle in your legs but you pay it no mind, tongue slipping past your lips to taste the sweat rolling down your face. 

Bokuto doesn’t fight it and you don’t give him the chance, placing a hand firmly on the center of his back before pushing him down further, pressing him even deeper into the bed as if he was planning on moving anyways. He was helpless like this, strength robbed from his limbs as if it had never been there at all and he’s weak to whatever you want. 

His body is rocked with the force of your thrusts and you coo, domineering aura stripping him bare, and even though he was a pillar of stone, he was crumbling beneath you. Bokuto practically melts at the thought and you can’t stop the rush of pleasure that courses through you. 

“I-“ he begins, but chokes on a gasp halfway through, “Please.” 

Your arms are around him, fingers dancing over his shoulder as you force him to his knees as well. It’s mostly you keeping him upright, and keeping the balance only gets harder as you slam back into him, yanking his hips down onto you again and again. 

And you used him like a fucking cocksleeve, licking a wet stripe along his neck while he could only sit there and take the searing pain that follows as you bite him. The thoughts made his head spin, ears buzzing as you force him forwards and he collapses immediately. 

You felt even bigger like this, or maybe that was just his imagination, but Bokuto was being broken down and glued back together all over again, walls caving around you as he was practically reshaped in a way he never wanted to recover form. 

“That’s it,” You croon lowly in his ear and he whines, “Just take it, baby, you’re doing so good. You were made for this.”

And then you fuck inside of him even rougher, slamming your hips against his ass so hard he’s knocked over yet again, babbling nonsense as he grips uselessly at the sheets for purchase. 

It’s useless, he notices, as your hand is in his hair and you’re gathering the locks into your first before you haul it backwards. His back arches so prettily, and you take pleasure in the way he cries out. It’s so unlike him, and so foreign you can’t help but want to hear him make that sweet noise again and again. 

“Baby-“ He gasps, and he can feel the phantom touch of your hands on his ass. 

“So good, Kou,” You tell him as you grope as him, breathe ghosting hot over his ear as you look at where the strap disappears inside of him and fuck it’s the hottest thing ever. He wasn’t far off- nothing mattered more than you- what you wanted. He’d be good for you- so fucking good, if it got him more of this. “Such a pretty slut- taking my cock so well.” 

Pain licks at the tense muscles in your lower back but you use the hand on hip to keep the rhythm, using his hair for leverage to keep him from running. Bokuto wasn’t even planning on it; filled so deep with nothing but you, he was drowning in it. 

“Harder,” He grounds out, and you’re happy to give him what he wants, “Deeper.” 

But even when your hips were flush with his it wasn’t deep enough. He wanted it like earlier, when you had gotten under his skin, and plunged so deep he could feel in his fucking stomach. 

“Pervert,” You smile, “What a slutty hole you have here, Kou. It’s just sucking me in.” 

“-Baby.” 

“Okay, okay,” A laugh trickles past your lips and you guide him upwards and onto his knees as you ease yourself back the slightest bit. 

 Your legs positively ache, but you’ll be damned if you stop before he comes. You wrap a hand around his throat, jerking his head to the side for a bruising kiss. “Deeper, baby?” You ask as you part, “Want to feel it in your fucking stomach?” 

“Yes,” He groans as you release him, head knocking back to your shoulder. You bite his jaw in appreciation at the admission, licking at his earlobe as you thrust shallowly. 

“I got you, love, relax.”

You pull him with you, and he can only sit there as your hand smooths over the slick skin of his chest. You pinch a nipple and he jolts, rolling it between your fingers. 

And with a little burst of strength, you bounce him backwards onto the strap. 

From this angle, the silicone presses directly into his prostate and he moans, sound rippling so harshly from his throat you knew it would be sore tomorrow. You catch his eye rolling back from your peripheral and your hips piston automatically as his mouth falls open. 

“Did I fuck you stupid already?” You ask, but Bokuto can't bring himself to respond. His eyes are hazy, filtering between rolling into his skull and darting around the room. His brain isn’t functioning- incapable of doing anything but feeling every inch of contact where you two were connected. 

You huff out a breath, arousal coursing like fire through your veins as it chases away the burn in your own straining muscles. You snake a hand around his neck, sliding up your hand along his jaw before you plunge two fingers into his open mouth. 

He closes around them as soon as it registers, drool dribbling down his chin as he slurps around the digits and swallows to his heart's content. He was so pretty like this, and you press down on his tongue until his head falls back again. 

You feel his throat constrict, lips moving as if he’s trying to speak but he’s too busy gargling on your fingers so you pull them free, smearing the spit down his chin as you force it open. 

“Trying to speak, hm?” Your voice growls in his ear and he shudders, nodding loosely, “It’s okay, I know what you need.” 

Bokuto's eyes are squeezing shut before he can say anything else, but his mouth falls open again anyways. The sight has you releasing a moan of your own as you slip your fingers back into the wet heat. 

“Just take it,” You whisper, but Boktuo’s too far away to hear anything you’re saying. 

“Please,” he begs around the fingers, words slurred and muffled, “Please,”

You press kisses against any part of skin you can reach, “It’s okay, my good boy, just a little bit more.” 

His eyes open deliriously at the loss of your fingers in his mouth but then they’re gripping at his cock and he keens, back arching as he fights control over his own body. Your grip is tight and your wrist is twisting just over the head and- there’s nothing he can do- vision whining out as the breath is stolen from his lungs and he’s cumming.

Your voice is crooning in his ear, a beautiful symphony of, “That’s it,” and, “Goodboy,” that have him sobbing. 

And the pleasure never seems to stop, wave after wave crashing over him even as he's trembling and exhausted and falling forward onto the sheets. 

You’re inside of him and he clenches down hard around you but you’re still, pressing soothing kisses into his shoulder as his own breathing registers in his ears. 

“I’m okay,” He breathes, crashing, and you hesitate before finally easing the strap from his poor, abused hole. 

“Good?” You ask as he comes down completely, removing the harness from around your waist. He looks back at you as his chest heaves, marveled.

“Are you kidding me?” He says incredulously, and if he had the energy, he would be laughing, “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in like- ever.” 

“Great!” You chirp, “I hope it was worth it, you probably can’t practice tomorrow.” 

A groan slipped past his lips and you laughed as he spoke, “Demon.”