#puppy.bo

[odetolove]

Uuuuh suddenly I am also thinking about puppy boy Bokuto whining and grinding on you until you pay attention to him -🐝

hehehehe heheheheheeee

puppy boy bokuto who is all but lowly panting in your ear, trying to pry your attention from whoever it is you’re talking to and he’s so caught up in trying to claim you as his he doesn’t even realize the person is long gone. the only signal of that being the way you let your legs go weak, almost falling with the crushing weight of someone as big as bokuto nearly draping his body over yours.

he’s nearly drooling, placing sloppy kisses against your neck while his arms support you, you don’t need any control of any of your limbs with him- your puppy will gladly take care of you-

“want you- you’re mine, you’re mine.” each syllable enunciated, drawn on against your neck with his heavy tongue, bending his upper body down, folding you with him, prying trembling legs open with his own, until he’s got you propped up enough for him to slide a heated cock inside.

bokuto claims you unabashedly, letting anyone close enough to hear each wet and near hip shattering thrust against you, wants to let everyone know there’s no one who’d take care of you like he does.

[odetolove]

OKAY BUT CONSIDER

puppy boy bo in tears because he thinks the only way you can cum is if you squirt but he’s so overstimulated and you haven’t squirted yet -🐝

warnings: reader fucked unconscious >.>

YEAH!!! he’s big dumb nd eager- he’s so loud while you’re fucked out onto the bed, barely able to offer him reassurance that you’ve cum so many times you’re going lightheaded, so he continues.

he cries, just small pleads of wanting your cum so badly, stinging the senstive head of his red nd near purpling cockhead spearing into you still, displacing all the cum he’s pumped inside.

fingers holding your hips up, bringing you down with each stroke as his own keep grinding down onto you, limp and overstimulated, stuffed full.

thinks that maybe pushing a thumb to your swollen clit is the solution, doesn’t understand the way you seize up, coming to life under him, warbling out his name in a wail that sounds almost like a scream of pleasure. so he continues, growling at the pain he’s going through, thinking that this is all just you finally cuming, finally giving him what he wants, tears joining the mess of wetness brought forth.

he’s confused when he sees you lying there limp, body twitching sporadically, barely able to register his movements against heavy eyelids- but he’s happy, happy that he’s so good to you you’re now napping, cunt raw and puffy and covered in slickness so obscene, mixed with his own- that it clings to your body before dripping into the bed.