So Big Omg Im Shivering - Tumblr Posts
— SLIP | bokuto x fem!reader
-> synopsis: bokuto doesn’t know his own strength sometimes
-> cw: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, shower sex, size kink, manhandling
-> wc: 1.5k
-> a/n: i would just like him to toss me around a bit thats all
Bokuto Koutarou is a large man.
He’s always been pretty big, even as a baby, all chubby cheeks and chunky thighs and wide, golden eyes. As a teen, he was taller than most, and starting to fill out his volleyball uniform quickly from training so much. And now, as an adult, he’s the star of his fans' wildest fantasies.
Bokuto is beautifully sculpted, the result of so much hard work, and he’s all yours.
Strong, broad shoulders and biceps that you can’t even fit two hands around, flex and bulge under his shirts when he lifts you excitedly in greeting. Pecs that double as the perfect pillows when you’ve had a long day, along with meaty thighs, and an ass that’s annoyingly perkier than your own. He can easily toss you around as though you weigh nothing more than a bag of flour.
But sometimes, he doesn’t know his own strength.
Under the hot spray of the shower, you rinse out your shampoo, distantly hearing the sound of the front door swinging shut. The bathroom door is unlocked since you’re home alone, and Bokuto takes advantage of that knowledge, barging in and quickly shedding his workout gear.
“At least knock first, Kou.”
“Relax, baby.” He slides the shower door open and steps into the steam, crowding your space and moving under the running showerhead. “You’re my wife, remember?” he says cheekily, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
“Your wife still likes a little privacy from time to time.” He grins, grey strands of hair beginning to sag and flop down against his skull from the weight of water beating down on head.
“But I missed you, baby!” And there it is, the whine paired with earnest eyes that douses any brewing irritation. You roll your eyes, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a sweet kiss. He responds eagerly, humming against your mouth and letting his hands travel down your body. Warmth of a different kind trails over your sides and waist, down to your thighs where he taps lightly.
“Up,” he mumbles, easily hefting you into his arms. Your legs tangle around his waist, and any thoughts of actually showering pour out of your mind and down the drain when his tongue slips inside your open mouth. You suck on the wet muscle, grinning when he groans and kisses you more desperately.
Bokuto resituates his hands so that they’re resting on your ass, slapping your right cheek playfully and swallowing your yelp of surprise. His cock is already hard, you realise, poking at your inner thigh, pulsating and hot. It’s not at all surprising when arousal swoops and pools deep in your belly from the sheer want emanating from him.
“Missed me, did you?” you say with a snicker, pulling away to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against his wet jaw and throat.
“I did!” he insists. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you when you texted saying you were gonna shower. My mind wanders, y’know. ”
“You little perv,” you gasp teasingly, nipping at the skin of his collarbone. He huffs but doesn’t say anything, instead squeezing the fat of your ass between his fingers. “What were you thinking about?”
“You,” he gasps when you lick a stripe up his neck to under his ear, before sucking the lobe between your lips.
“What about me?” Your whisper tickles his ear and you can feel the way his cock jumps excitedly against your thigh. You run a hand over his chest, grazing your fingers gently over his nipples, and squeezing his pecs teasingly. Continuing down, your hands slide over his abs, towards his cock, brushing the head gently with the pads of your fingers.
“Fuck, baby- was thinking about your- fuck,” he whimpers when you wrap your fingers around his weeping length, rubbing it slowly over your clit.
“Mm, thinking about my…?”
“Don’t tease,” he says, breathing growing heavy. “Touch me properly.”
“I am touching you properly, Kou,” you say, lazily enclosing your fist over his shaft before resuming grinding against him. “You were saying?” He swallows hard, the heady mix of steam and your warm cunt quickly making him dizzy.
“Was thinkin’ ‘bout- oh, fuck- about your pussy. Wanted to fuck you so bad, wanna fuck you- shit- you’re driving me crazy here, baby-“
“But I’ve barely even touched you, sweetie,” you coo softly.
“I know but-“ he stutters over a whiny groan when you slowly pump him, precum mixing with your own where you’ve rested his cockhead. He can feel the heat emanating from your entrance, drooling in anticipation of his dick.
“Enough,” he says exasperatedly.
Bokuto takes your hand away from his cock and tosses it back over his shoulder, stroking himself along your gooey slit himself, before slowly pressing inside with a gasp.
Another thing that’s big about Bokuto-
“Kou, wait-“
-his cock.
“I know, baby, I’ll go slow, I’ll go slow, please, just need to be inside you- fuck, I can’t wait. Been thinkin’ bout this- ooh wow, you feel amazing. ” He thinks he’s going slowly, but he’s staring down intently at the way your pussy struggles to swallow his thick length so soon, and his brain goes completely fuzzy. You’ve gone from teasing him to whining about how big he is, how much he’s stretching you out, in the space of a few moments.
“It’s okay, baby, oh fuck- you’re so tight- so fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, overwhelmed by how you’re squeezing down on him so perfectly. His skin buzzes, electric with pleasure as he clumsily rubs soft circles into your sensitive nub to help you relax around him a little.
“Koutarou.” You sigh as the slight burn from being split open on his cock eventually begins to ebb a little.
“Mm, yeah, there we go, there we go.” His grip readjusts to your hips, and he lifts you off his length before bringing you back down again, and again, still mumbling to himself. “That’s it, that’s my girl, fuck-“
Bokuto moves to lean you against the tiled wall, condensation cool under your back, a sharp contrast to the steam curling from the still-running water. He fucks you deep, carving his way through your cunt, lighting your body on fire with every delicious drag.
“So big-“ you whimper again, clinging onto him for dear life. Your nails are digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indentations behind, but your husband barely registers any pain. He’s too busy being enthralled by your hot insides, slick and squelching with every thrust. He’s been inside you countless times before, but he’ll never get used to how heavenly it feels.
So much so that he begins to hammer into you, gripping your hips even tighter as he pulls you on and off his cock - there’ll be bruises in the shape of his fingers come morning. You’re moaning unabashedly, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, even as your back begins to slip against the damp tile. It’d be uncomfortable if you were cognisant of any sensation other than the throbbing heat between your legs.
“Slow down Kou- what if I, mm- f-fall-“
“You won’t fall, I’ve got you, I’ve got you see?” He squeezes your hip to prove his point, pressing closer to you so that he can kiss your parted lips singing so sinfully for him. It’s more a mess of tongue than anything, saliva dripping down your chin and immediately being washed away by the stream of water pattering into your skin.
Hot pleasure drips and pools in your belly, bubbling fiercely until you feel as if you may burst when his cock repeatedly strokes against the spongy spot inside you.
“Right there, Kou- fuck! I’m gonna-“ The grip you have on him tightens, legs and arms alike, until you feel your orgasm crash into you intensely.
“Fuck! Kou!” You cum with a keening wail, pussy strangling his cock and forcing his own orgasm to wash over him.
“Baby, oh- god- hah- ‘m cumming, gonna cum-“ Bokuto doesn’t stop moving, still erratically pumping into you as he climaxes. His legs are shaky as he does so and in the midst of voicing his pleasure, his foot slips in the water pooling in the shower tray, and you slide down the tile with a screech.
“Shit!” He manages to catch both of you before he actually falls and does any damage, panting harshly from adrenaline when he stills. You’re still in his arms, eyes squeezed shut with a cunt full of cock, trembling both from fear and the aftershocks of your orgasm.
“That was close,” he huffs, slowly straightening up.
“I told you to slow down,” you say lightly, flicking his nose in annoyance and watching it wrinkle.
“‘M sorry baby, you just felt so good!” It’s hard not to smile when he flatters you casually. “If anything it’s your fault.”
“How is it my fault?” you asked incredulously.
“It’s your pussy.” he says, running a thumb over your puffy clit and feeling you twitch around him. He looks at you with a smouldering golden gaze, lip caught between his teeth to hide his smirk. “It’s dangerous.”
“I’m serious, sweetie. No more manhandling in the shower,” you tell him gently, kissing his nose where you just flicked him. “You can throw me around in the bedroom, but not in here. ‘Kay?” Reluctantly, he nods in agreement. You kiss his lips softly, gasping into his mouth when he slowly pulls out, before gently setting you back on your feet.
“Let’s go there then, we can shower after.”