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You were waiting for Bokuto to wake up. You were on the couch in his hoodie, eating a pint of ice creams and nursing your aching uterus. Your period wasn't supposed to come for a few days so you were just miserable with a heavy feeling in your stomach and stupid awful cramps. Your boobs were also very sore, every movement seemed to make them hurt more. You were watching the TV on silent as not to wake him, trying not to breathe because it just hurt too bad.
Suddenly you heard the door open and saw Bokuto hurry out. He looked around frantically and then saw you. He rushed towards you and embraced you. "Mmmmm where did you go? I woke up n...you weren't their n...I got scared."
"I'm sorry, Bo...it just hurts so bad." You rubbed his arm, reassuring him you were right there.
"What's hurting? What can I do?" He asked, snuggling close.
"My tummy...and my boobs...and I need a kiss." He held his breath and kissed you softly.
"Do you need a titty massage? I'm very good at massages." He smiled and made crab pincers with his hand (You know when you tap your thumb to your fingers like crab pincers? Yeah).
You looked over at him smiling. "Hey, all I'm saying is I wouldn't complain if I got one." You said with a laugh. He sat down on the couch and patted his lap.
You straddled his thighs and he tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Lemme see the boobiiiessssss." He helped you lift your shirt off and hurriedly unclipped your bra. Bokutos hands immediately found themselves groping at your sore breasts. Ever so gently squeezing them. Kneading them in his strong warm hands. You let out a sigh of relief. He looked like he was almost drooling. He loved your boobs, he loved your whole body. If he ever saw you looking in the mirror he would always hype you up and kiss every part of you. He practically worshiped you. He would often hold parts of you, your thigh or your breast, just to hold it. You be close to you and feel you. He enjoyed holding them, a self-soothing sort of thing, just having the boob in his hand made him feel at peace. It wasn't sexual, just a tiny act of intimacy. One of the many ways he showed he loved you. It felt nice to have his hands on your breasts, lifting them as he massaged them. The weight on your chest disappearing with each squeeze. It was a relief.
He continued massaging you, kissing your chest as you ran your hands through his hair.
He planted gentle kisses on each nipple, you shivered. He continued to massage them. "Babe, I gotta say...these are some pretty fantastic boobies." He giggled and pressed his face between them. He softly squished your boobs around his face. A bokuto boobie sandwich. (Pls this is the best line I've ever written i-)
He pulled his hoodie back over to you. "You want a bra with this?" You shook your head. "Alright, arms up, baby." He slid the hoodie over you and held you close.
"What else hurt?"
"Tummy." You said leaning your forehead against his.
"Okay, be my little spoon, yeah?" He said rubbing your hips. You nodded. You got off his lap and he laid down. You turned the volume up on the TV and laid down next to him. "Show me where." You led his hand to your uterus and pressed it down. He began to massage it softly. Rubbing slow gentle circles. He kissed your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. His hands occasionally worked their way back up to your boobs. Goodness did he love your boobs.
A sharp pain shot through your ovaries. You squeaked in pain and jerked your hips. "Oh, baby...are you okay? Well no but like are you?"
You sniffled. Your body just felt so gross, so icky and tired and hurting and ugh. You tried not to cry but you were overwhelmed.
"Hey, hey, hey. I gotcha. My girl, my beautiful girl. It's all okay, I'm right here." He rubbed your stomach again, pulling you closer. He peppered your cheek with kisses. "I am so desperately in love with you. Did you know that?" He asked rubbing his thumb on your side. You nodded and smiled.
You grabbed his hand as a wave of pain washed over you. You squeezed it and tried to hold your breath, breathing always made it hurt more for some stupid reason. He frowned and rubbed his thumb on yours. "I'm sorry, baby. You're so strong, I'm so proud of you. Beating it like a champ." Your muscles relaxed as the pain left you. Your breathing began to slow from the shallow hyperventilation that had just occurred. He continued rubbing gentle circles on your tummy, soft and slow.
You took some more ibuprofen, just for good measure. You munched on snacks while he held you close, kissing you, massaging you. Loving you. He cared so deeply for you. He hated to see you hurting and he wanted to ease your suffering as much as he could. You heard his signature pouty voice. "Mmm...baby?" You looked over at him and twisted your arm to hold his face. "Are you...sure there's nothing else I can do for you? Any way to make you feel even better? Not sex, obviously you hurt too much...but breakfast or..sm'thing."
You smiled warmly at him. You almost began to tear up. Overwhelmed by his care for you. "This is plenty, my love. Thank you." He nuzzled his face into your neck and you giggled.
"*muffled* I love you so much, baby."
You shivered as the vibrations of him speaking set your hair on end. "I love you too, Bo." He smiled and softly kissed the back of your neck.
*scene fades on you snuggling, roll credits*