#weddingcrasher

WARNING: Minors beware 18+ smut

You looked at Bokuto across the room as his fiancé speaks, you smiled at his face. He looks so helplessly in love. You scrunched your nose as he looked at you and winked, you looked back at the woman and smiled at her. "So, here's to my Bokuto." Everyone in the room clapped as you got up. 

"So... um when Bokuto asked me to do a speech for his wedding and practice it at his rehearsal dinner, I was surprised. But I'd do anything for Bo, so here goes nothing." You cleared your throat and fiddled with the glass in your hands, "When I met Bo, we were 12, and we became friends quite instantly, and ever since then I realized why girls threw themselves at him. Bokuto was the kind of guy you could rely on. Every girls dream guy if you will. Bokuto is kind, funny, loyal, smart, childish... but he's dependable too. Bokuto happens to be the only guy in my life who hasn't treated me like shit. Our friendship is a little complicated, but who's isn't, and no matter how complicated, Bo stayed. He never left my side. And now F/n, you get to have Bokuto, he's your headache now." You raised your class to your friend, "you get to love his amazing flaws, his mistakes, him. Bokuto is every girls dream guy, and he's yours. And you get to have the only Bokuto Kotaro in the world. Congrats to the happy couple." Everyone cheered at you as you remained eye contact with Bokuto. 

"You were good up there?" You turned your attention to your best friend and smiled. "And seriously brave." 

"Thanks." You smiled softly as Bokuto and F/n walked up. 

"I love you." Your smile grew a bit before going back to a small grin.

"I love you, too." 

"So... um, I realized you never said anything about me." You looked at F/n and your smile fell.

"Yah, I don't really know you. You never tried to get to know me." 

"Let's not do this here." You looked at Bo and nodded your head. 

"You're right, Bo. I'm sorry."

"Seriously? You're like a lost puppy, doing whatever he says."

"F/n."

"Hm, better than marrying him because he's rich and it'd make mommy and daddy proud."

"Y/n." You sighed and walked off with your friend behind you. You sat down on the stairs of the entrance. "Y/n..."

"This is hard, g/n." 

"I know... I know it is... especially after all you've been through together." 

"I wish I could go back to before we crossed that line... it's been years, and it's too late to have all these feelings rush back just because he's getting married."

"You don't forget your first love... you use to hate every girl who came around. And he was your first kiss. I mean you guys tried to date, but it never worked out."

"He wasn't ready... he didn't want to lose a friend. Ruin... us."

"But he did anyway. He fell just as hard as you did, but he was scared."

"And now, hes ready... just not with me."

"No.. he settled. But he's not ready, I saw the way he looked at you when you spoke about him. He's never looked at any other girl that way. You're his everything wrapped in one... remember? He thinks you're worth more than 10 bucks... I remember when he told you that."

"He said I was up in the 100 thousands. But it's too late."

"It's never too late. You need to stop putting your feelings aside for him."

"I rather swollow my pride and feelings for him to be happy..."

"And he won't be because she isn't you."

"I'm not ruining his happiness for my selfishness. I gotta go." You quickly walked off running off to your hotel room. You slid down the door and cried, this was a lot harder than people thought. You took out your phone seeing Bokuto's face light up your screen, you swallowed the lump in your throat and answered. "Hey, Bo."

"Hey, g/n said you left? Where are you?"

"I'm at the hotel room, everything okay?" You subconsciously sniffed after talking waiting on a reply.

"Are you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, yah I'm good, watching a dog movie, poor thing got separated from the one it loved the most..."

"What happened?"

"The owner replaced her... found a better dog. She was too late to come home... poor thing."

"Yeah.. poor thing. Open up." You furred your brows to you heard a knock at the door making you jump, you quickly wiped your tears and opened it. "It's never too late." You opened your mouth to speak but Bokuto took this as an opportunity to grab your face and crash his lips onto yours. You immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him. When he broke away, his golden orbs were abnormally dark and his pupils dilated after making eye contact with you. For an instant, his hands gripped you harder before his eyes glanced back down at your lips, licking his own instinctively.

"I'm so confused, Bo... you're about to get married."

"I heard you talking to h/n, so I went to find F/n and she was with her maid of honors boyfriends and well I'm sure you know hat they were doing.... and I thought to myself... what am I doing? I let the love of my life go, I should've never let you go."

"What?" you asked confusedly. You weren't quite sure what he was getting at.

"I love you." Running your fingers down his neck and back into his hair ever so slowly. 

"I love you too." His breaths were labored as you tugged on the strands between your fingers. His own hands, which had fallen down to your hips, were bruising at this point. Suddenly, he crashed his lips against yours once more and turned you around slamming your back against the wall. The pictures on the wall shook with the force, but you were too distracted to care. Bokuto's tongue asked for entrance into your mouth. You let him in easily, fighting for dominance while occasionally separating for a breath. Every time you two rejoined, your teeth clashed from the battle, but it was too heated for you to notice. His hands slid down to your thighs and tugged on them encouragingly, a signal for you to jump. You listened to the orders and hooked your feet together behind his back. He carried you to the bed closing the door with his foot blindly but surprisingly well, lips never breaking for a second. 

Slowly lowering you down, you fell back gently onto the soft blankets, pulling away to look up at him as he towers over you. He smirked, running his thumb along your lower lip before moving his hands to slide up your shirt, caressing your sides tenderly. You, on the other hand, hooked your fingers into his pants' belt loops and drew him in, grinding harshly against the hard tent in his pants. "Fuck," he groaned breathlessly, pressing his forehead against yours while he returned the favor, sticking to the pace you had set while his fingertips tweaked your nipples through your bra. The touch shot a wave of pleasure straight down to your heat, and your thighs tightened around his hips instinctively at the sensation. Your whimpers were loud and shameless as you grind into him, ignoring the gushing crawling its way down your thighs. Bokuto looked back at you with heavily lidded eyes, lifting your arms to help him in the deed, and he did the same for you, throwing away the devilish shirt before tracing your fingertips in the grooves of his abs. 

"Ah!" You let out a cry of surprise when the golden-eyed man tore your bra away from your chest, ripping the fabric in the process as he tossed it forgettably behind him. You use to scold him for that. Today, however, there was no time. You needed him. You didn't even mind when his eyes hungrily stared at your chest before he pounced, taking a hardened nipple into his mouth and harshly sucking. When you had first gotten together, your hands had instantly reacted, covering your breasts shyly while you avoided eye contact. He had to gently coax your hands away while constantly reminding you that you were gorgeous. Now, you learned your lesson. Bokuto thought you were beautiful and he wanted you. And there was no stopping him when he wanted something. Even the second time he had seen you bare while you tried to hide, he jumped on you too quickly. When he use to see you naked, he was always somewhere on your skin. Touching, stroking, caressing, biting. Bokuto used everything he had when he was with you. Teeth, hands, even his thighs were often used to hold you down while you trembled under his will. 

"Oh shit," you moaned breathlessly. His mouth was leaving a display of hickeys all over the span of your chest, and one of his hands had slid under your arched back to press you closer to him and keep you still as you squirmed. Your lungs were begging for air as you gasped at the feeling of Bokuto's lips, hands tugging his hair harshly. While you were distracted, his other hand traced a hot trail down the middle of your body, sliding past your belly button and slipping into your thin panties. You had been too caught up that you hadn't even noticed the only barriers now separating you and Bo were his boxers and your barely-there undergarments. 

"Damn, baby, is that lace?" He uttered hotly while glancing up at you from your freshly marked chest. Hesitantly, you nodded in response and he groaned, abruptly burying a finger deep inside you. You mewl loudly, moving your hands down to dig your nails into his shoulders, leaving marks you wouldn't mind seeing in the morning. Your head falls back, pressing harshly into the mattress while Bokuto begins to rub furious, fast-paced circles onto your clit. "I missed how well you treated me, sweetheart," he groans, his other hand squeezing your hip to keep you firmly in place as you shiver from pleasure. 

"Ah fuck!" you whine desperately. "Keep going, you're doing so good." The encouragement causes him to whimper while he digs another finger inside you, thrusting in and out too quickly for you to comprehend. The waves of pleasure are wracking through your body like never before, and you yelp when he suddenly presses his thumb brutally against your clit, making your whole body convulse. At last, it becomes too much and you shakily warn him, "I'm gonna come." 

"Come for me, baby." His words trigger an abundance of arousal, and immediately your juices flow out around his fingers as the bubble finally bursts inside your chest. Your moans are almost pornographic at this point, but you can't help it. Bokuto watches your display with glimmering, ravenous eyes, and swiftly hops off the bed, removing his boxers in a split second before tugging your soaked panties down your legs and tossing them away. You're still trying to catch your breath when he mounts on top of you, sliding his hips once more between your thighs like it's where they're meant to be. You don't mind that thought, basking in the idea before it flies away along with the rest of your thoughts as Bokuto returns a finger back to your heat, gathering some remains from the inside of your thighs and popping it inside his mouth, giving it a small taste. 

His reaction makes you burn crimson as he moans. "Goddamn baby." He looks into your eyes and starts to hover over you, grabbing both of your wrists and trapping them directly above your head with one hand while the other positions his throbbing erection at your entrance. "The only one who gets to taste you is me," he informs you possessively, golden orbs glowing at the thought. 

You smile tenderly at him and agree. "Of course baby, you're the last person I was with. I wouldn't dream of it." Your praise causes him to puff out his chest and smirk, and you wiggle your hips to remind him of the original plan. He takes the hint and abruptly thrusts into you in one swift motion. Your whole body jolts at the movement and you moan in surprise. Bokuto releases your hands and grabs both of your hips tightly, plunging into you swiftly. The feeling of him rapidly reaching deeper and harder inside of you, raking along your walls harshly causes your toes to curl. He hits that oh-so wonderful spot deep inside of you, and your jaw drops in pure euphoria at the feeling. His groans match yours in volume, and you absolutely adore that about him. Taking advantage of your free hands, you raise them up to his intensely focused face, caressing his cheek softly while moaning aloud. 

His golden eyes burst open and he leans his head into your touch, his thrusts slowing slightly. You rub your thumbs back and forth across the apples of his cheeks while cooing, "You feel so good, Kou, don't ever stop." The reaction from him is instant. Already prepared, you dig your fingernails into his back and drag them down while hanging on for dear life as he pumps into you harder than before. The stinging from his back combined with your tightness causes him to bury his face into your neck, biting down in pleasure as his thrusts quicken even more. You whimper at his teeth, crying out and grabbing his biceps for stability as the mattress squeaks, the noise reverberating around the room and mixing lewdly with the sounds of pleasure. He peels your hands away, pressing them into the sheets above your head before intertwining his fingers with your own. His erratic pace begins to lose its steady rhythm as he grunts out your name deeply, gripping your palms harder.

Watching your face from above, he relishes in the sight of your open mouth and darkened eyes, not hesitating to combine your lips before he mumbles against them, "You're so tight baby, I'm gonna come." His hands grasp yours tightly and you squeeze them back in return.

"Me too, Kou. Ah! Just like that, don't stop!" His thrusts speed up in response, and the coil that had been slowly winding up deep within you is becoming unbearably compressed. Finally, it breaks, and you clench around him tightly while you release, overflowing just as before while your legs shudder uncontrollably. Bokuto groans at your tightness and releases as well, collapsing right on top of you. You let out a huff of air at the sudden drop, and giggle softly while running your hands through his sweaty, black and white hair. A tired Bokuto's breathing is labored, but still more controlled and calm than your own as you both bask in the afterglow you've created. Stupid volleyball stamina. As if he heard your thoughts, Bokuto perks back up, heaving himself back up on his hands and knees over you and peering deep into your eyes pleadingly.

"One more round?" he bargains, his hands running up and down your thighs, every time drawing closer to your sore, abused opening. You shake your head and open your mouth to refuse, only to mewl and whimper when he begins to rub your overstimulated clit. He was harshly riding the fine line between pain and pleasure, but that wasn't new with Bokuto. Suddenly, your mind goes foggy when he begins to stroke up and down along your core, enticing high-pitched whines out of you. He smiles brightly when your hands reach up and grip his shoulders in preparation for what was to come next.