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mulberrysilk · 2 years

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Geto Suguru x f!Reader

Bounded!Geto tag

summary: Despite being the only person in your clan with the weakest presence of cursed energy, you were not deemed entirely useless. To your father, you were the greatest offering they could give to Geto Suguru, and to your surprise, he accepted.

cw: arranged marriage, Geto becoming possessive, mild choking, unprotected sex, DUBCON, creampie, fingering, manipulation , a little bit of dacryphillia, loss of virginity, corruption kink, breeding kink

wc: 5.4K

a/n: hope y’all enjoy this one. It is rather sweet? But still a little dark. Geto will and can breed you, make sure that you’ll provide him the necessary heirs he needed. And in this fic, I imagine that he would actually be a very loving husband as time goes by, because his wife had no sin as bad as his that could make him hate her. uwu

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M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

The tug at your hair snapped you out of your daze, reminding you of the present. Eyes focusing on the mirror from its blanked out state, you were met with a reflection you didn’t quite recognise. Golden ornaments adorned your head and was weaved into your hair, shimmering with red gems. Your makeup was done in a natural fashion, your mother keen on keeping your look natural, pure and radiant, to make sure the ‘buyer’ would be satisfied with what he was promised. The pure white wedding kimono felt heavy on your body, the fabrics not weighing much seemed to weigh like sacks of stones. To wear something so beautiful and intricate was something you weren’t used too as well.

“You make a beautiful bride,” your mother smiled behind you, a warm smile that made you tell yourself that despite the circumstances, at least she was happy.

And you were reminded just what you were supposed to do today.

To fulfil a duty only you in your family can do and was able to. You weren’t much use to your family due to you having under developed cursed technique. ‘You are weak’, they said. ‘You have cursed energy but it’s not strong enough like everyone else in the family.’ Because of that you were raised to do house chores well, taught about how to be a good wife and a mother. You were happy that even though there was a hierarchy of power in your family, they never abandoned you. They still treated you as a daughter, cousin and sister. If doing this will make them happy, then you’d happily oblige because for once, you were of use.

But why couldn’t you shake the heavy feeling in your heart, as you walked down the aisle in the temple. Your father’s arm linked with yours provided no comfort as you approached and managed a glimpse of the man who was your groom. Your soon to be husband.

Unlike the times you’ve seen him in the gatherings of his followers, he wore ceremonial black robes, a fit that radiated a different kind of superiority and energy than his usual Buddhist styles robes that he masqueraded in.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You were going to marry the leader of the organisation your family devoted themselves to, a man so powerful and malicious that he massacred a hundred or more civilians in one night. A mass murderer. A man who deemed shamans and cursed users to be superior than normal humans. You barely knew anything about who he really was, only the stories, testaments and word of mouth from other devotees who would visit your clan.

The whole part of the ceremony went as practiced and as traditionally as you were taught but when it came to the part to where the bride and groom kiss, your hands that were in his large ones, hands that had caused so much pain and suffering, trembled. Unlike you, his dark eyes were warm and calm, his smile as well, but despite managing to remain composed, you were reluctant and frightened. Maybe it was because of how unreadable he was when he looked at you that way. That concerned you more than the fact you were kissing for the first time in your life, and more so, kissing a stranger.

The two of you exited the shrine, arms linked with each other as the people you called family and his followers, showered pink blossom leaves or rose petals in the air, celebrating the marriage of their leader. He thanked them humbly with a smile and nod of his head, the two girls who he had rescued also smiling and even tearing up at the sight. You had been with them before, your father asked by Geto himself to have his daughter be somewhat of a female presence for them, and that’s how you got somewhat close to the two girls, looked after them as if they were your little sisters.

You kept quiet on the way out and folded your hands neatly on your lap in the car that escorted the two of you to the new house you would be living in. This was the first time you two were alone and you couldn’t tear your eyes from your fingers, scared to see what expression he wore.

“I didn’t get to say this,”he broke the silence, his voice as alluring as always. “You look very beautiful.”

You didn’t expect that.

Out of respect, you stuttered a gentle, “T-thank you.” Also not expecting the soft chuckle that bubbled from his chest.

“My pretty wife can’t look me in the eyes.”

You missed the light joking tone in his sentence and panicked. Looking at him, wide eyed as you quickly blurted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—

You were met with an expression almost mirroring yours. His eyes were wide and slowly blinking at your reaction, more surprised than your panic. His cheek had lifted off his palm that he had been leaning on, admiring you without you even knowing.

“I didn’t say that to scare you,” his brows raised slightly. “I was merely teasing.”

“T-teasing?” Your brows knitted together.

“Yes, teasing. Couples do that to each other.” He spoke in a matter of fact. You knew that. It’s just you didn’t expect this to be a normal marriage. Does he really intend to see you as his equal, his other half? Rather than just a woman bound to him by oath, whose duty was to bear him heirs. “You know what your duties are I assume. Your parents raised you differently from your siblings.”

You nodded, doing your best to not let your gaze waver, anxious if that should anger him.

“I’m to bear you children.”

“You are to be my wife.”

The both of you spoke at the same time. Each other’s words surprising one another once more.

Geto knew of his reputation and how it instilled fear, respect and admiration from his followers, but despite his deep seated belief in his ideology, he wasn’t as heartless as everyone believed. He asked your father, his clan being the only clan that severed their ties with Jujutsu Tech and risked their connections with other clans, to name a few, Zenin, Kamo and Gojo, to follow him, and to offer you as his wife.

“I will not be dishonest with my wife and not admit that the main intention of this marriage is to have heirs. My own clan. Once my goal has been reached, I would very much like to rest and watch the world that I have made for my followers and other sorcerers.”

“A world where sorcerers are not sacrificed nor obligated to save normal humans,” you recalled what he had said long ago, the first time you’ve ever heard or seen him. When your family pledged their allegiance and loyalty to him and his goal.

You noticed the little twitch of the end of his lips going higher, a proud, gentle and flattered smile adorning his face.

“Exactly.” He leaned his chin on his palm once more, legs spreading wider as he continued to stare at you with that look you didn’t quite understand. Was it mockery or interest? “Though your father offered you to me…”

Offered. The word echoed in your chest, making your heart sink at how you were given away like an offering to please a God.

“I already found you endearing even before.”

A merciful, kind, God perhaps.

The pit in your chest disappeared, and was now filled with a thousand butterflies fluttering as you felt your heart skip a beat. He had always been a charmer, he charmed people to follow him, to devote themselves to his cause and if they don’t, he instilled fear in them, threaten them.

The rest of the journey to the new house was silent, your heartbeat drumming in your ears. The large traditional Japanese styled home was funded by none other than one of the many donors that supported his cause. There was only the two of you when your arrived in the secluded home, surrounded by woods for privacy, unlike your clan, there were no maids or servants to maintain the upkeep of the lot. But Geto assured you, as he slid open the door that looked out the lawn, that there will be a maid or gardener that would come by, and that you won’t shoulder as much housework as you thought. It was just for the time being, he wanted to be alone in this new house with his wife.

After dinner and soaking in the bath, you found yourself in the master bedroom, in your cotton robe looking for your sleepwear. The clothes were new and the only ones that were yours were formal dresses you had in the past, other than that everything was new, from daywear to sleepwear. Not wanting to stay naked any longer under the robe, you slipped on some comfortable cotton underwear before putting on a silk set of a thinly strapped camisole and soft silk bottoms, that were shorter than the ones you owned but comfortable nonetheless.

While you were eying the low made bed in the middle of the lantern lit room, you didn’t hear Geto entering the room but a low whistle caught you off guard, making you turn quickly, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed. Your butt sunk into the soft mattress, your fingers clutching the comforter laid on top of it as heat rose to your cheeks and you averted your gaze.

But the image was still fresh in your mind, his hair messily beautiful in a loose bun, droplets of water leaking down his naked toned torso, your heart for the brief second you saw him, beating so fast at v line that pointed down his hips, only a cotton towel covering his lower body.

“Geto-sama,” you gasped, looking down at your lap, folding your legs beneath you.

“My wife should call me by my first name, don’t you think?” He raised a brow, his tone teasing as he stepped closer to the bed where his own robe laid on the corner.

You nodded, remaining still in your place, waiting for orders cause you were unsure of what to do in his presence, in your shared bed.

“You look very pretty wearing the clothes I’ve bought you,” he hummed, stepping closer, his hand unable to stop itself from reaching out and pushing your hair behind your shoulder.

His fingers brushing your bare shoulder made you shiver, warmth spreading from where he touched you to your chest, to your core.

“You’re so timid,” he softly said out loud, enamoured by the woman before him. A woman that he knew was untainted by the monkeys, someone raised to obey him, support him, stand by his side no matter what and the more he stared at you, the more he relished in the idea of being your first man, your first everything.

“Do you not like me?” He teased.

“No!” You quickly objected, the thought absurd, the panic in your voice catching him off guard. “Geto-sama is everything and more than I could ever ask for. I promise to be a good wife.” Your eyes finally met his, unaware of how your words made blood rush down to his cock. He wondered just how good you’d be for him.

“I don’t doubt your words, my dear.” He placed his hand on your shoulder now, warm palm covering your skin. He had half the urge to slip the thin strap down your shoulder.

You couldn’t stop staring at him. His raven black hair messily strewn behind his back, strands falling over his handsome chiselled face and dark eyes staring into yours, he wasn’t robed in the thick clothes he always wore, this was a side of him only you were honoured to see.

His long fingers traced your jaw before cupping your cheek, making you look up at him, his eyes glowing with something you can’t quite place but entranced you all the same.

“My dear wife, I ask you now, if you willingly offer your body, heart and spirit to me?”

You should’ve been scared. Should've been stubborn and have resisted. He was a stranger whom you only knew of from afar, a leader you and your family followed devotedly, and yet, your answer fell so softly from your lips selflessly. As if his very being took your breath away despite of the fear of the unknown. As if he was a god and you were a devote worshipper, ready to serve him and be at his disposal.

“Yes.”

Why did he make you feel like this? Was it because of his strong cursed energy that yours could never amount or compare to? Or was it fear of not fulfilling your duties as his wife?

All those questions soon disappeared when he pushes you on the bed, pinning you beneath him, palms on either side of your head and your thighs between his legs.

“Such a good little kitten,” he purred, warm breath tickling your ear and teeth nibbling at your lobe, a soft mewl squeezing from your throat.

“Obey me and you will be rewarded,” he pressed a kiss on your neck this time, lips hot on your skin and sending a heat straight down your core. He kissed along your jaw before he hovered his face above yours, his lips so close it almost touched your own. He forced you to meet his eyes, gripping your chin. “Stand by me and I will be yours.”

“I promise,” you swore breathlessly, wanting to feel more of him. To lose yourself in the way his presence overpowered you. “I promise to love you.”

“I’ll hold you onto that promise,” was all he said before his lips finally met yours with a heated passion that made your shiver.

Geto wasn’t trying to be romantic by any means, it just happened. The expressions you made whenever he spoke to you were cute and endearing, your voice and the way you offered yourself to him without a second thought fed his ego, and your timid,starry eyes , captivated him to the point where he actually wanted to make this an actual marriage for you.

Marriage bounded you to him. You were his, and something about that made him possessive.

You blinked hazily when his lips parted from yours, their warmth something you craved for. Geto’s hand caressed your mid-drift, the silk camisole rising and bunching under your breasts, the straps falling of your shoulders as he trailed his hand higher. His fingers brushed over the curvature of your breast, his fingertips making contact with your hardened nipple making you bite your lip and press your thighs together.

His touch was gentle. Something you didn’t expect from him. The way it made you feel was addicting. It was like rays of sunshine shining and warming your skin. You couldn’t believe you were letting a man touch you like this, it was embarrassing how easily you succumbed to him. But he was your husband.

You stared up at him, a tinge of coal colored fear prickling behind the dark red waves of lust. His slanted eyes were cold, demanding even. His dark long tresses fell over his broad shoulders as he shadow loomed over you, as if veiling you. His warm fingers now traced your collar bones, your chest rising and falling with anticipation, lips parted and swollen from kissing. You awaited his next move with bated breath.

“Say it again,” his voice lowered in volume, dangerously so. His eyes were moving all over your face, taking in every detail of your expression. Fear, confusion, lust. It was written all over your face. As well as obedience. Submission.

His long fingers enclosed around your throat, the action making your eyes meet his. He squeezed gently, forcing your lips to part in a cute little ‘o’, your brows knitting upwards as you tried to breathe in his hold. You weren’t even fighting back. Was that how much you valued your word?

“Tell me your sweet promise again,” he husked, his other hand gliding down and under the waistband of the satin shorts, fingers pressing against your clit through your panties, your slick seeping through the fabric. You pressed your thighs together, biting your lip

“I…” you tried to say, losing focus when he slowly drew circles over that sensitive part, your hips writhing not sure if it was to get away from his touch or to have more of it.

“Tell me, wife,” he squeezed the sides of your neck again, his thumb, despite the threatening hold he had, caressed your skin.

“I promise,” you managed to get out, voice pitchy and trembling, a soft moan leaving you when he pushed your panties to the side to dip his fingers between your slit; warm fingers tracing up and down, spreading your wetness before going back to massaging your clit. Your core clenched. “I promise to love you, Suguru.”

An unbecoming whine left you when you felt his finger slip past your entrance. Your gummy walls welcomed the intrusion, clenching greedily around his digit, even more so when he added another.

“I like it when you say that,” he smirked, satisfied and amused with how your body reacted to his touch, how sensitive you were. “Make sure to say it often. For me.” His hand left your neck.

You nodded, your hand coming over your mouth to muffle your voice when he began to move his fingers in a come hither motion. He was rubbing your sensitive spot so easily, your thighs were shaking.

“Can you feel how wet you are, darling? You’re dripping,” he leaned down, whispering in your ear.

You could. You could feel how wet you had become the more he touched you, the more he pumped his fingers in and out your cunt. Your arousal was leaking from your hole and you could only moan and whine at how good it felt. You didn’t want him to stop.

“And it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

You nodded your head quickly again, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close as your hips twitched and writhed with pleasure.

Getou could feel your tight heat clench around his fingers, signalling you were close to cumming. He internally swore at how tight and warm your walls were, he can’t help but imagine how good it would feel once he splits your virgin pussy with his cock.

“Suguru,” you panted, eyes squeezing shut, face scrunching at the overwhelming, new sensations. “I-I c-can’t.” You didn’t know what you were saying but somehow he knew.

“It’s okay, darling. You don’t have to hold back. Cum around your husband’s fingers,” he rasped in your ear, a smirk dancing on his lips before he nibbled at the sensitive part on your neck. Once you heard his words, as if on command, you felt that tightening knot inside you snap, it’s threads exploding in different directions form your core, pleasure licking at every fibre of your being.

“W-wait,” your hand barely wrapped against his wrist, your body still spasming from your orgasm, his fingers still curling and scissoring inside your cunt. “Too m-much.” Your hips tried to wriggle away, something he found cute as he tilted his head to the side, admiring the woman who would carry his child.

“I got carried away,” he said simply, pulling his fingers out and opting to slowly circle round your clit. He didn’t get carried away, he just wanted to get a glimpse of your expression should he overstimulate you. With the way you were breathing heavily beneath him right now, eyes bleary and blinking to gather yourself, he wanted nothing more than to breed you dumb.

You’d let him wouldn’t you?

“It’s okay,” you easily forgave him, voice small as your eyes moved from his face and trailed down his torso, stopping where his towel was still wrapped around his hips. You reached out, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, shyly tugging at it to loosen. “S’not fair.” You mumbled.

Geto chuckled. You only had cum around his fingers and you were already so drunk on lust. “I wasn’t sure if you would want to go all the way tonight,” he teased, bringing his fingers to his lips, tongue sliding along his long digits to taste you. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your walls clenching tightly with need as more heat crept up your cheeks. “It’s only our first night as husband and wife after all, and I am but a stranger to you aren’t I? I didn’t want to scare you.” He was telling you things that would make you give up to him, he wanted you to wholeheartedly beg for him to take you.

He continued to clean off his fingers with his tongue, his eyes never leaving yours as he did, knowing that it would spur you on.

You turned your head away as if embarrassed to have been caught looking at something you shouldn’t have seen.

“I’m not scared,” you murmured, a hint of shame swelling in your chest at how you so greedily wanted to feel more of him.

“You’re not?” His voice was light, playful even. He unwrapped the towel around his hips, letting it fall to the side before wrapping his hand around his hard, throbbing cock, his eyes on your glistening wet pussy.

“N-no,” you replied, your hands gripped the pillow under your head. You were not scared of him. You were far more scared of admitting you wanted more.

After all he wasn’t a stranger anymore, right? He was to be your husband for the rest of your life and what you two were doing was something so intimate between two lovers.

A unfamiliar heat prodding at your entrance made your head snap to face him once more, eyes wide and searching for what it was. His cock was lengthy and thick, the head flushed pink. It was hot and throbbing against your pussy as he slowly rubbed his length between your folds.

How was that going to fit inside of you?

“You’re staring,” he clicked his tongue in a teasing manner, hand on your abdomen, thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit. He guided his cock along your slit, rubbing the bulbous tip on that sensitive bundle of nerves, making you moan so sinfully.

“S-Suguru…”

“Yes, my dear?”

“I don’t know if I can,” your voice trembled, clueless to the tears that collected on your lashes.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he caressed your cheek. “You promised to love me didn’t you?” He pushed the tip in, earning a sharp gasp from you. “You’ll let me do the same right?”

You were taking deep breaths, the feeling of the hot leaking tip inside your chaste cunt, stinging. You couldn’t believe the tip was in and it already had you keening.

“I promise to be gentle,” he cooed, continuing to rub your clit and leaning forward slowly, easing himself inch by inch into your tight warm cunt. He shuddered from the mere sensation of being inside of you. You were squeezing his cock so tightly, your eyes were a teary mess of fear and confusion.

“Relax,” he soothed, pushing deeper til he was buried to the hilt, a fullness you’ve never felt before.

“H-hurts,” you cried softly, eyes squeezing shut as tears streamed down your cheeks. “You’re t-too…”

“Too what?” He leaned forward, propped on his forearms so that his face was close with yours.

“Too big,” you whimpered, your walls spasming around his length, trying to adjust to his size.

“You feel so good. You’re squeezing my cock so tightly . It’s taking all of me to not to ravage you,” he rasped in your ear, such lewd words making your core tighten. “Oh?” He mused. “You react so well to me. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?“

“K-kiss me, Suguru,” you forced your eyes open, tears flowing freely as the feeling of his cock spreading your walls began to no longer feel painful, your body now overwhelmed by the new sensations of pleasure. “P-please,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life.

If that would ease your pain, he will.

Being a ‘good husband’, he pressed his lips onto yours, drawing his hips back at the same time, to distract you from the discomfort of being your first and last man. Oh, how addicting the embrace of your walls were as he dragged his cock in and out of your increasingly wet cunt. He muffled your moans with his kisses, his tongue dominating your mouth, adding to the already dizzying sensation of his cock fucking in and out of you.

The fear you had disappeared away as your body melted for him. Increasing hot warmth, spreading through your body as your body begged for more. Now growing used to the rhythm of his hips, to the shape of his cock and his hot kisses.

“How lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife,” he muttered, your lower lip between his teeth as he leaned back, straightening up and holding your hips.

Praises spilled from his lips, his words only making you a slave to him, to his every word, every touch. Oh how you wanted to please him. You felt spoiled already. To have been shown and showered with the intimacy a husband and wife shares on your wedding night. You’ll keep your promise like an oath, you swore as you stared at his face. Were you the reason for the pleasure indulgent look on his face? He appeared feral as if he was a wolf going to devour you.

As your belly grew taut and the pleasure that was sparking throughout your body doubled, you’d let him. You’d let him do anything if it pleased it. Was this love? You weren’t sure but it felt like it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, drunk on the thrusts of his cock, the tip brushing against a particular spot inside you that you moaning so obscenely. “S-Suguru, ah, f-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, fucking you deeper, your back arching. “You’re gonna cum again aren’t you?”

You nodded, legs squeezing tightly around his waist, his eyes watching your breasts bounce with each hard stroke, adoring the blooming marks he made on your chest. Your cries of pleasure were music to his ears, a melody that he only elicited from you. They got higher in pitch the closer you reached your peak, your words incoherent as your sweet cunt sucked him in.

Your velvety walls were heavenly, soft, warm and deliciously hugging his cock. Your arousal spilled from your cunt, leaking onto the bed as a ring of white at the base of his cock formed. He groaned at the sight, fucking into your harder.

Lips parting into a silent scream, nails digging into the flesh of his back, your walls clenched around him, so tightly his hips stuttered it’s pace. The warmth builded up in your belly exploded to every part of your body, trembling and spasming at the intense wave of pleasure that swept through you. You felt as if you were floating, your mind was blank, and the bed felt like clouds against your skin while all you could do was look at him.

“Good girl,” he cooed, able to draw his hips back til his cock almost left you before plunging into you once again, using the wetness from your release to bring him closer to his own. “You take me so well. You look so pretty like this,” he spoke, his compliments making you blush and turn away.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, grabbing your face roughly with his hand. “Keep looking at me. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He seethed, his other hand pulling you down by the waist to meet each deep thrust.

“T-too much, Suguru. I-I cant anymore! Came already,” you panted, your much smaller hand wrapping around his wrist to stop him or to tell him to slow down.

“We’re not done yet, darling. The night has just begun,” his voice began to loose its steadiness. “I have every intention to fill you full of my seed.” He groaned, giving his final thrust as he spilled inside of you. Hot cum filling your womb, you felt his cock twitch inside and was not able to suppress a moan at how good that felt.

He fell forward but made sure not crush you either, his forehead rested against your own, and the heavy, staggered fanning of his breath on your lips matched your own. “We need to make sure it takes.” He said softly, eyes closed in bliss and kissing you.

Geto remained still inside of you, emptying himself in your womb and as he did, he peppered your chest and neck with kisses, letting you come down from your high before pulling away.

The emptiness that followed when his cock slipped from your cunt, made you shiver. Geto sat back on his heels, his large hands on your hips as he watched his cum leak from your abused cunt. “Mhm, don’t want that to go to waste now don’t we?” He chuckled softly, plugging your hole with two fingers as if to shove back his seed into you.

Eyelids heavy and blinking slowly, you steadied your breaths. Your core was still contracting little by little from your release, and inside your belly felt warm. A warmth you didn’t think you’d find comforting.

Before you could even come to, Geto gently flipped you over onto your stomach, your cheek pressed against he pillow as he lifted your hips up, propping your lower body on your knees. Your pussy was a mess, your slick dripped down onto your thighs and onto the bed, and every time your walls would squeeze around nothing, white cum would seep out your pink hole.

“I have no doubts about your promise,” he spoke, guiding his tip to your swollen cunt once more. “I have no doubts you’d be a good wife.” His hands massaged the fat of your ass, squeezing hard before slapping the flesh, making you whimper. “Do you remember your vows?”

“Ye—ah! Y-yes,” you shakily responded, shivering with pleasure when he plunged back into your cunt once more, the fullness filling you up again.

“Say them again,” he commanded, thrusting languidly, giving you just enough friction.

“Suguru, p-please,”

He needed to hear your words of promise. Geto didn’t know why but he craved it. It was a reassurance that he didn’t know he needed til now.

“I, Y/N, take you, Suguru,” you muttered softly, hands gripping the sheets below as you slowly rocked forward with his thrusts. “T-to be my husband…”

He didn’t expect you to actually be able to say it and yet here you were, face pressed against the pillow with voice quivering and soft moans leaving you, ass up and taking his cock, reciting your vows from heart.

“….T-to love and to cherish,” you continued, your own hips moving, begging for more, meeting his shallow thrusts.

“And?” Geto stilled, leaning over to press his back against yours, his cock buried to the hilt and pulsing in the warmth of your walls.

“A-and,” your hands fisted the sheets when his hand snaked around your body to rub your swollen clit. “And to obey.”

Suguru moaned in your ear, breathy and sweet, it sent shivers down your spine.

“Good girl. Never forget your vows. From here on out,” he carded his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful and straightening up, angling himself to reward you with pleasure and his seed. “It’s til death do us part.”

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Just You and Me

Dad!Bokuto x Daughter!reader

Summary: Taking a trip to a cabin in the middle of nowhere isn’t how you expected to spend your week of vacation, yet somehow Bokuto convinced you. In an unfamiliar place, you end up getting spooked and go to the only other person for help, even if your feelings tend to be a bit different from what they should be.

Warnings: incest, Bokuto in sweats, dubcon, grinding/frottage, nipple play, pussyjob, daddy kink/ddlg, f. oral receiving, creampie, squirting, possessiveness, bit of overstimulation

Watching trees pass by as songs play on the radio and you in the front seat of your dad’s newest off-road car is not how you expected this week to go by when you received news of getting a week off. Your university had been warning students of construction and they decided to give everyone, including staff, the next week off. It was a blessing to students like you, wishing for a break from the studious coursework.

Bokuto had greeted you that evening like he had been doing it for years. In reality, your dad was only a recently retired professional volleyball player, making his presence in your life scarce as he had bigger things to work on. You didn’t blame him for not putting in a lot of effort in raising you, of course. He had an entire career to focus on, plus the money to take care of a kid. When he retired, he ended up trying to actually interact with you, encouraging you to come home and spend some time with him, seeing as he made ‘too much’ for dinner. You sometimes came home, if you didn’t have lots of work, but this break meant you’d be home for more than just a night.

That was the plan, at first. Bokuto decided to tell you that the week off was perfect, telling you that his sister recently gave him her spare set of keys to the old Bokuto cabin in the woods. You told him it sounded like a horror movie, but he laughed it off and shook his head, telling you he used to go there with his family all the time during summer when he was in school. It helped him get closer to his family, especially since the connection to the outside world is a 15 minute drive from the house.

Even now, driving to the small little house, you couldn’t help but stare sadly at each passing tree and how life outside seemed to get smaller and smaller until the road got bumpy and trees parted just for you two. Bokuto tried to talk to you, but it was really more so him filling the music-silence. “You know my mom actually used to drop me off at the town we passed and I’d end up jogging 30 minutes to the cabin,”

“That sounds mean. Why’d she do it?”

“I asked her to, of course. I like running, even when I was a little brat. If she didn’t, I don’t think I’d be as athletically inclined as I am now,” he hummed, puffing his chest out like he was proud. You rolled your eyes, wishing the ride to be over.

“Surprised you know what athletically inclined means,” you mumble, then continue as he looks at you, smile dropped a bit. “Any fishing spots?”

“Actually, yeah! I didn’t bring any rods but… I think the town has some! I’ll check tomorrow morning or go by later, if you want to fish,”

“That sounds like fun,” you nod your head, getting him a bit more chipper. You’re able to read his emotions easily, switching his moods in case he gets too upset. Don’t want to be stuck with him when he’s in a bad mood, after all.

A couple more minutes of driving and Bokuto’s talking and you’re pulling up to the old cabin, set in a clearing. In the front yard, there’s a big gazebo that stands to the side, flowers growing around it. The healthy flowers confuses you, since you thought nobody came here. “Has anybody been here recently?”

“Hm? Oh, probably. Machiko spends family vacations here a lot, since Haru likes the outdoors. Rikka’s the only who gave me her spare set of keys, since she’ll be out of the country for a while and won’t need the keys,” Bokuto tells you, pulling the car into the driveway. You nod your head as you look around, seeing how well kept the place seems. For some reason, you expected it to look abandoned and overrun with greenery when Bokuto told you about how you guys hadn’t been there. However, getting out of the car, you noticed the entire front area was clean and kept well, with flower beds lining the outside — definitely something your aunt Machiko would do.

“I bet Haru does love it here. He’s always been a fan of running around and playing in dirt,” you mentioned, taking your luggage from the trunk, making Bokuto look at you.

“That’s right, you’ve actually met him!”

“Dad, I help Machiko with the parties! Of course I met him! I’ve known him since he was in diapers!” You shout back, making Bokuto laugh. Groaning, you go to leave but can’t get inside, so you wait outside with your suitcase and duffel bag. Of course, Bokuto brought four different luggage items, but he carries them easily as he closes up the car. Shaking the keys in his hand, he smiles and laughs as you put your hands on your hips, waiting for him to get to the door.

Once inside, you once more find yourself noticing how nice inside it is. The living area was nice and big, with a fireplace set in the corner and a television embedded in the wall above it. There was one couch, with two armchairs around the fireplace, and a small dining table area that led into the kitchen. Turning the corner, you looked into the kitchen and noticed how clean it looked, as if it was brand new and not decades old. “Do you like it?” You heard Bokuto say, his voice right next to your ear. Jumping, you turn around to find him looking down at you, hand on his hip as his eyes are lidded. “You look like you’ve never seen a cabin before,”

“I— well, I haven’t. I’m used to university dorms and our house, that’s pretty much it, though,” you mention. “This place is nothing like I imagined it to be,”

“Oh?”

“I expected wild animals, overrun gardens and vines covering the outside, moldy inside filled with bugs,” you list off things, making Bokuto cringe with each new thing.

“I may be a bit of a slob, but not even I’d let it go that far. Don’t worry, we keep things clean and tidy. And if there is a bug, I’ll kill it,” he gives you a thumbs up, winking.

Making a show of rolling your eyes and turning around so he can’t see your smile, you tell him “my hero.” Walking towards the back, you finally see the bedroom which although is cleaner than you expected, it still looks like it came out of a movie with the horrendous comforter designs. Bokuto’s right behind you, scanning the room. “What are you looking for?”

“Bugs, of course! Can’t have my darling daughter getting spooked, now can I?” He grins, making you cover your face. Beneath them, you can feel your face getting hot and try to shake it off. “Oh come on, it’s just a bit of teasing,” he rubs your head affectionately, then his hand moves down. You think he’s going for a hug, something you’re not used to, but instead he just removes his hand. “I’ll be in the other room, on the other side of the bathroom, okay?” He tells you before going through said bathroom, entering his own room. You sigh and shut the two doors into the bedroom, deciding to finally unpack.

Once you’re both settled in, you go exploring while Bokuto sets off to get some groceries from the town. You guys only brought dry stuff and they were mostly snacks, meaning you didn’t have anything fulfilling for dinner. Before he left, he told you to get comfortable in the house and settle in. So you decided to explore, finding an extra bedroom that has two twin beds and two closets instead of just one big one. Then you headed to the patio, noticing how it was shaded to protect from rain and shine, even has a hammock swing. Sitting on it, you lean back as it gently rocks, enjoying the small breeze you get and your eyes find themselves drawn to the stone pathway that seems to lead further into the woods. Deciding it’s nothing to worry about, you close your eyes as the breeze keeps you swaying.

When Bokuto gets home, you’re still asleep. He finds you, looking in each room before checking the patio. He smiles, deciding to move you inside and away from the mosquitoes. When his hand brushes over your thigh, you wake up, jerking away. “Oh, you woke up. I thought you might be a heavy sleeper, so I was gonna take you inside,” he says, giving off another one of his grins. You just look at him, then nod, getting up and moving inside. He watches you go, head tilted. He watches as you enter the bathroom, so he figures you’re fine as he goes to get the food.

The main dish for dinner is meat. Sautéed mushrooms and onions with bread and potatoes, and well done steak. You stay inside to cook the other ingredients while Bokuto cooks the steak on a grill outside. The potatoes are still baking when he comes back in, putting his hand on your back as he sets down the steaks. Instead of just two, there are four steaks. “Four?”

“Well, I’m hungry, so I made two for me,” he mumbles, seemingly shy. “I figured if you were really hungry, you would end up eating a second piece, too,”

Before saying you don’t think you’ll eat two whole steaks, you look at his face and decide against it. Turning back to the mushrooms and onions in the pan, you move them around a bit before telling him, “I might eat both of them. Thank you,”

“You’re welcome,” he gives you a kiss on the top of your head before walking off, not noticing how you stopped moving. He’s gone off to the bathroom, so you just keep on cooking, adding the steaks to the juice and covering them in the mushrooms, hoping the steaks will add flavor. This is the first time you’ve made dinner with your dad, making it seem so domestic and giving you a strange feeling, but it’s nice. He’s so nice and kind, acting as though you’re always around when in reality he’s never really talked to you for more than an hour at a time. His constant happy mood makes it hard for you to complain, as well, not wanting to ruin such a thing.

When dinner is ready, Bokuto serves his own plate and sits down at the table. He’s already set it and had you across from him instead of beside him, thankfully, so you sit down and start to dig in. He continues a conversation, somehow eating all his food at the same time. When you finally get to your second steak, you know you won’t be able to eat it, but Bokuto watches intently to see what you do.

“You know, I’m a bit full. Do you.. do you want half of my steak?” You ask him, seeing his eyes light up. Smiling, you cut it and give him the slightly bigger half, watching him eat it a bit slower than his own steaks, probably due to your slow eating.

The rest of the evening is lackluster, with nothing to do and horrible internet connection. Retiring to bed early, you make sure to shut both doors and lock them, only to find there’s only a lock on the bathroom door from the inside. It’s not like you don’t trust your dad, he’s got no reason to give you that feeling, but it does make you feel uneasy regardless. Bokuto is a nice guy, everyone who you’ve met has said so, even his own teammates only have good things to say for the most part. Even if you feel uneasy, your small nap earlier didn’t energize you and you’re easily falling asleep, finding the silence to be comforting.

When your eyes are blinking away the sleep, you find yourself wishing for the silence to be back. Always a light sleeper, you find the source of the sound. Crickets and cicadas, noisy as ever. With the small wind blowing, it was easy to hear the bugs talking and chirping, annoying you relentlessly. Even when you thought they’d finally quiet down, they’d start up again as you got comfortable. Rolling around and covering your ears, focusing on your heartbeat in your ears, you manage to relax yourself enough to get tired again.

When you hear a creak in the floorboards, you jolt out of bed and look around, seeing nothing. Using your phone, sure enough, nobody was in the room except you. Even as you check the bedroom door, you notice the lights in the kitchen and living room still on, meaning the room would be illuminated before Bokuto could enter your room. Sighing and telling yourself to calm down, you try to relax yourself again, telling yourself it’s just an old house. However, when the wind howls a bit stronger and you hear scratching against your window you decide you’ve had enough.

Bokuto is lounging on the couch, clad in nothing but some grey sweatpants, when you exit your room. It’s colder at night, so you hold yourself as you enter the living room, clearing your throat. He perks up, turning to you. “Hey, hey, what’s going on? Nightmare?” He asks, moving up from his position. He’s still sitting, but he’s alert now. The kitchen light is on, so you’re illuminated enough for him to see you, while you can only see part of him that’s illuminated by the television and the moon outside. Fiddling with your hands you try to think of an excuse, realizing now that ‘scary noises’ is not an adult reason for getting scared.

“It’s just— Yeah, something like a nightmare. I’m not used to being out in the country, after all,” you decide to say, rocking a bit as you tell him so. “The wind is strong and it’s so quiet, so I’m uneasy,”

“Oh, let me guess.. bugs outside your window and the creaky house?” He asks, giving off a gentle smile. You hesitantly nod and he gives off a light laugh, nothing mocking. “I got scared of them my first night, too. It’s alright, come on and hang out with me, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he says, patting his lap as he lays back down.

Normally, people would say and talk about how it’s weird. But this is Bokuto, who shows his affection by touch, and you’re desperately starving for physical affection. Moving to lay on top of him, you quickly do so as to not think too hard when you have to straddle him. He hums in content when you settle down against him, crossing your arms under your cheek as to not completely be against his bare chest. He wasn’t sweaty, thanks to chilly temperature of the house, but he was quite warm. When he wrapped his arms around you, turning his attention back to the TV, you tried to go to back to sleep, listening to his heartbeat and finding yourself relaxing under his touch and warmth. The last thing you felt was him patting your head, his hand keeping its place as you succumbed to sleep once more.

Next time you flutter your eyes open the next time, you can only see a bit in front of you as the night has mostly passed, the sky getting a bit brighter. Lifting your head up, you turn look outside and smile, noticing it’s much more peaceful than last night. Your eyes open wide as you remember the previous night, looking down to see Bokuto’s chest, covered in silver hair. Finding it disgusting now that you’re not tired, you remove yourself from his chest and just straddle him, looking down at his sleeping form. He’s so peaceful when he sleeps, one arm behind his head while his other lays limply at his side after you took it off of you. Smiling down at him, you move down to brush some strands of hair from his face and then jerk your hand away, stunned at what you did. Patting your cheeks, you tell yourself to stop being weird and move to get off, but end up moving a bit too far back, stopping when you bump into something hard.

Your movement immediately stops, immediately realizing what it was, especially when Bokuto moves a bit, a groan in his throat that has your skin prickling. Instead of trying to move off of it, you get curious and move against it again, watching as Bokuto squirms again, hands moving towards you as his one eye opens, trained on you. “You shouldn’t do that, you know. A rude way to wake up your dad, isn’t it?”

When he calls himself that, you feel a gnawing in your stomach that has you agreeing with him, knowing what you’re doing is wrong. Curiosity is something you’ve always had, so you just fall to your own curiosity. Even in moments like these. “You seemed to enjoy it, so I was curious. That’s all,” you simply say, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. Now that he’s awake, you take a chance to do it again, but he’s quick enough to realize what you’re doing, pulling you back against his chest as your ass moves away from his boner.

“Didn’t expect you to be a little tease in the morning. A little surprise from sleeping on me, is that it?” He whispers in your ear, making a shiver run through you as your hands are pressed against his chest. Not really noticing it before, you now notice how he’s completely packed with muscles and you can feel them flexing under your touch. So focused on your own thoughts, you’re ripped from them when you feel two fingers pressing against your pussy from the outside of your shorts.

“What— What are you doing?!” You try to squirm away, but he only presses harder as you can feel your pussy pulsing under his fingers. It’s embarrassing, especially since it’s all from pressing up against his hard cock. Moving your head to the side, you look back to see his hand over your ass and notice just how unrestrained his cock is beneath the sweatpants. Gasping from pleasure and shock, you dig your nails into his chest as he rubs a bit harder.

“Bit of payback. You rubbed against me, so I’m rubbing against you. You’re quite literally pulsing under my touch, do you not like it?” He asks, temporarily removing his fingers until you whine. Your face turns hot when you do so, especially when he lets out a big laugh that has your heart fluttering. “Seems like you’re enjoying it, little tease,” he whispers the last bit in your ear, making you get even more hot and bothered.

“It’s just because of curiosity. That’s all,” you tell both him and yourself. Just curiosity. Bokuto hums, removing his slightly wet fingers from your shorts, letting you go. Taking the chance, you remove yourself from his chest and sit back, brushing against his cock again, making you let out a low moan.

“Curious, then? Well then, I’ve never been one to keep others from answers. Go ahead,” he says, smiling as he waves his fingers a bit. Confused, you stare at him. He answers you by bucking his hips, you moaning again. “Sate your curiosity if you want,”

Understanding what he means, you suddenly feel embarrassed. When his hands land on your thighs, rubbing circles with his thumbs and massaging the flesh, you manage to convince yourself to do so. It’s just curiosity and it’s not wrong, you tell yourself, and Bokuto’s your dad, so it’s a safe place to test out curiosity. That’s it, you tell yourself. Even as you place your hands on his abdomen, gently brushing your clothed pussy over his own clothed cock, you tell yourself it’s just a bodily response as you feel your shorts get wetter. Even when he grins up at you, shooting teasing words, you tell yourself it’s fine.

“You’re dripping all over me, no need to be shy,” he encourages, tapping your thigh as he spreads your legs a bit wider. The couch is big enough to do so, your body lowering until you’re completely on his hard cock. Closing your eyes, you rub against him and focus on the pleasure. Ignoring the build up of wetness you’re rubbing against his sweats, you let out a few moans as you rub against a sweet spot, trying to have him rub against that spot again. “A bit more than simple curiosity, isn’t it?”

His voice snaps you from your dream world, eyes looking down to see him smirking at you. He’s smiled and grinned plenty of times, but never smirked towards you with lidded eyes. It goes straight down to your core, making your body flushed as he trails his hands up to your shorts. “Do you like these shorts?” When you look at him in curiosity, then just shrug, you’re gasping as the material is almost instantly shred. Shorts and panties in pieces, dropped to the side and easily forgotten as your pussy in now bare and on display for him. You can’t even say anything before he’s pulling his sweats down, showing off more of his happy trail until his cock is springing out the fabric, standing up straight against your inner thigh.

A feeling of dread pools in your gut once you see it, noticing how wide and long it is, knowing the college boys you’ve been with could hardly compare to the sheer size. You’d be split in two, you think, but slides you on top of his cock, bending his legs as he helps you slide against it. The feeling is more intense and better than before, feeling his cock rub against the inside of your folds as he keeps the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit, adding to your pleasure. Your body weight keeps his cock pushed down, but when you go to adjust to a better position, it moves up and you almost sit on it, but Bokuto makes sure to move it in time.

“Having a hard time?”

“Just— Just a bit,” you say, laughing nervously as you continue to rub. It feels so good, you don’t want to stop. But when he grabs your thighs and adjusts his position, you think it’s over. It isn’t, he just moves you to lay down while he’s hovering over you. “Wait, not—!”

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m not entering you,” he shushes, guiding his cock to rub against your folds once more. Giving your legs a break, it feels much better when he’s doing the work. So engrossed in pleasure, you just run your fingers through his hair as he pushes up your shirt, a pleasant hum from him when he notices the lack of a bra. Continuing to rub against you, his tip rubbing against your clit, you moan when his lips wrap around one of your nipples, fingers playing with the other one. Pushing him closer to your chest, you throw your head back in bliss as you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for something even as his cock rubs so close to your entrance. With his other hand against your back, you move a hand down to press his cock even more into your pussy, making him groan as you press on it.

“Please don’t stop,” you whisper, breathless as you feel an orgasm coming. Even though you say that, he pulls away, giving a flick to your nipple with his tongue. “Daddy, wh—”

Even though you stopped yourself after hearing the word leave your lips, you can’t help but simmer in embarrassment as he looks down at you, unmoving. He beats you to saying anything though, leaving no room for apologies. “You should watch yourself, little girl. Don’t want to go too far or I may not be able to stop. Especially if you’re gonna be whining for me like that,” he grins, a devilish grin that has your cunt clenching once more. His smile then drops though, becoming more serious. “I’m serious. You know it’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“But it’s just you and me, isn’t it? That’s what you told me when you told me about the vacation,” you say, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down. His nose is touching yours, but he keeps his distance from your lips. “It’ll be our little secret, won’t it? After all, I’m still your little girl, aren’t I?” You continue, eyes lidded as you say so.

“That’s right, baby girl, you and me,” he agrees, then pushes his lips against yours. Moaning into the kiss, you arch your back as you try to press his cock against you once more. Instead, he leans back, moving your body with his as he gets up from the couch. His lips never leave yours, small growls as his hands dig into the flesh of your ass and your legs tighten around his waist, never wanting to let go.

Soon enough, you feel a bed mattress under you, breaking the kiss to see you’re in one of the bedrooms. A quick glance shows you it’s his, seeing the clean room as if he hadn’t been in it, which he hadn’t. He’s crawling on top of you, lips trailing from your stomach and up to your chest once more, lips and teeth attacking your nipples as your fingers find purchase in his hair once more, scraping against his scalp as you squirm. The feeling of an orgasm has subsided, but you’re still desperate for release. “Daddy, please,”

“Please what, baby? Gotta use your words,” he hums, sucking on your tit as you moan, back arching.

“I want you to make me feel good, please,” you whine, looking at him through blurry eyes. “I want your cock,”

“Oh no, not quite yet,” he chuckles, giving your breast one more kiss before he trails down your body once more. He presses a few kisses to your inner thigh, leading a trail of them until he’s pressing a kiss to your slicked up folds. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for daddy, after all. You’re dripping but I think you deserve a bit of a treat. I’ll get my own sweet treat, too, of course,” he hums between kisses to your pussy and small licks.

You didn’t think you’d feel anything better than his cock rubbing against your clit, but his tongue flicking against it does the job. Even his lips, pursed together as they suck on the little bud, feel wonderful. Your fingers let go out his hair, worried you’ll pull strands out, your hands moving up to cup your breasts. He can still look at you and he moans in pleasure after he notices you touching yourself. Pushing your thighs tighter around his head, he completely dives in to eat you out as you scream from the pleasure, your fingers tweaking and pulling at your nipples. Sucking on two fingers, you use them to play with one of your nipples, gritting your teeth as drool drips from your mouth and Bokuto slurps up all the juices from your pussy. He’s just as desperate as you are, squeezing your thighs as he makes sloppy noises, eyes glancing up to see how you’re reacting to each lick and suck he gives you. When your hands leave your breasts, one hand bunching up your shirt and the other scratching at the comforter, he gives you one last hard suck as you cream all over his face.

“Ah, da-daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t—” you stop, realizing he didn’t really set up rules.

“Didn’t what, sweetheart?” He asks, swiping off any slick with his fingers before slurping it up. He lets none go to waste, making a show of popping his finger out of his mouth. “I didn’t say you couldn’t cum, did I?”

“You didn’t, no, but— but I, um,” you stutter, eyes glancing away. He seems to get the hint, from the way you try to rub your legs together and how you fiddle with your shirt, pulling the sleeves to cover your hands.

“Oh, some dumb little college boy told you that you couldn’t cum? Is that it?” He whispers, pressing his lips against your ear. Your skin is hot and flushed, telling him the answer. “And you called him daddy, too, didn’t you? Tch,” he clicks his tongue, seemingly upset. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you what a real daddy is like. You won’t need no college boys fucking my little cunt, isn’t that right? It’s all mine now, isn’t it?” You don’t answer him, too busy whining as he rubs his thumb against your clit and sending pleasure shockwaves through your body. So sensitive from you first orgasm, you can’t even talk to him. How cute.

He doesn’t wait for you to give him an answer, simply lining his cock up with your entrance. Even if you wanted to back out now, he wouldn’t let you. With the taste of you on his tongue and the way you so easily call him daddy, he knew he couldn’t go back to how you two were a day or two ago. The thought of you laying back and letting some nobody stick their dick inside of you makes his blood boil, revving jealousy as he knows you’ve been tainted before. The thought alone has him pushing all the way in, covering your mouth as you let out a scream from pain. He doesn’t really give you time to adjust, starting up a brutal pace that has your ass jiggling with the force and your screams turn into moans, which he lets go unmuffled. He doesn’t want you in pain, but he loves hearing your sweet noises, especially when they’re all for him.

“Daddy, you’re— so big,” you gasp out between thrusts, bringing his head close to you once more. Your arms find themselves around his neck more often than not, finding it easier to bring him closer to your body. He doesn’t mind, but he does let out a pleased grumble when you say such words, speeding up his thrusts as you continue to mewl and whine under him. “God, you’re— completely splitting me!”

“Stupid little boyfriends can’t compare, can they?” He huffs out, sucking a patch of skin on your throat. High enough that you can’t cover it, even if he’ll have to replace it before the week’s over. A bit more nibbling on your skin, along your jaw as you let him, tilting your head back to give him room. “You’re so tight, even after I got you so wet, guess they were just too small to fuck you real good-!” He groans, moving his head up so he can press his lips against yours. You’re drooling an awful lot, mouth continuously open as you can’t control your noises well, especially with how full Bokuto makes you feel. Each harsh thrust has him pushing against your cervix and making stars bud in your vision, but you don’t dare make him stop. It feels so good, you can’t even think how you got pleasure from anyone else.

“Daddy, I’m—!” You scream, nails digging into his skin as your cunt clamps down around him. He doesn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, bet you ain’t ever done that before,” he chuckles, looking down as clear fluid gushes from you, splashing against his cock and abdomen, also covering you. The strands from your cunt connect his hips to yours, even as he pulls away, and him pushing back in makes such a sloppy sound he gets lost in it, coming up on his own release quicker than expected.

“Wai—Wait! Not inside, plea—!” You try to tell him, but he’s cursing once more as he buries himself balls deep, filling you up with his cum. It’s so hot and filling, you can’t help but clench around his cock as he goes to pull out. He let out such a heavy load, it just comes oozing out of your cunt, pooling against the bedsheets.

“Shit, hang on, I’ll get something to clean you up with,” he curses to himself as he removes himself from you, his post-orgasm bliss much shorter than yours. Even as he leaves you, running to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth, you notice he’s still quite hard. Trailing a hand down between your legs, you push some of his cum back into you, spreading it over your folds as you do and rubbing your clit. You’re still overly sensitive, especially after squirting so suddenly, but you can’t help but want more. Scooping some cum up, you lick it off your fingers and moan, finding the taste isn’t that bad.

Bokuto leaves the bathroom after getting you a warm washcloth and a change of clothes, but stops in his tracks as he watches you still scooping his cum back into your oozing pussy. Absolutely flushed and unsatisfied, you look up at him, with one hand rubbing your clit in his cum and the other playing with your nipple. “I want more, daddy. Don’t I deserve a treat?”

Smirking, he sets down the clothes and places the washcloth on the bedside table, crawling back on top of you. You’re just as eager as him, pulling him back towards you as he pushes his cum back inside of you, stuffing you full with his cock once more. It’s not the last time he’ll do so, and it’s not the last time he’ll spend his morning giving you a creamy treat for breakfast, but he fucks you like it’ll be his last.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #Mr. Kōtarō #Bokuto smut #tw.incest #tw.dubcon #tw.possessiveness #tw.overstimulation #tw.daddy kink #tw.ddlg #Birdie’s Bokuto Week 2021 #Bokuto Week

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sad-b-tch · 2 years

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Red is the type of boyfriend who will let Blue fuck you for hours while he watches and occasionally joins in. In your bed, in his bed, on the table, against the wall.

Then he gets jealous when the waiter serving your table during dinner compliments your outfit. 🙄

#pokemon smut #pokemon x reader #red x reader #blue x reader #smut #red smut #pokemon #tw.smut #tw.cucking #tw.possessiveness #pkmn.drabble

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eijishimas · 3 years

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DEMON/INCUBUS BAKUGO!!! sexy man

tries to get u to do sinful activities in the sheets w him but ure a lil slow about what he means so he just has to show u a good time ;))

sexy man sexy man— au’s are so fun to write, and demon/incubus!bakugou just makes sense to me??

i hope i did this idea justice tbh, i missed writing thirsts a little bit. sorry this took a little long (ik this was from around bakugou’s birthday OOPS) thank u for ur patience, sweet anon <3

hopefully the length of it makes up for it hehe,,, enjoy

there’s always been a bit of a looming presence over your shoulder when you turn in for the night. i’d like to think that demon!katsuki has been watching you for awhile now. he just observes you sleeping, which is kinda weird, but he wants you for himself. everything from the steady rise and fall of your chest, how you rub your thighs together when you’re cold, how your fingers grip the sheets when you have a nightmare. he wanted all of you. he can’t even stand it when you’re on your phone texting other men, or even your friends. not that you ever knew that.

when he manifests in front of you for the first time, you’re more confused than frightful. he’s tall and large, with sharp teeth and glowing eyes paired with devilish horns. veins run up and down his scarred arms, exuding power and dominance over you without him even needing to bat an eye. this man is such a FLIRT. he’s forward and possessive, wanting you all for himself and he isn’t willing to share. he knows you’re a virgin, he’s never had such an innate desire to corrupt someone more than you. your innocence would die with him, and he would drink in your facial expressions as you screamed around his cock with greed.

demon!katsuki would have you lay face down, your back arched as he nudges your wet folds with the head of his massive cock. it’s girthy, thick and twitching for you, and the grin he has on his face is undeniable. and you, poor innocent you, have no idea what you’re in for. your hands are clawing at the sheets and you’re whimpering from the stretch, moaning while he presses inch after unbelievable inch into you. you’ve never felt so full before, not with your own fingers at least. you’re quivering, bending before his will like water down a never ending stream.

while he fucks you, he pulls your back up to his chest so you can hear him growl, his pointed teeth dragging against your sensitive skin and making you clench your walls involuntarily. he’s got a strong hand around your throat, fucking you with only half his cock because he can already see the bulge in your tummy each time he pushes in. that feeds the fire in him, his ego inflating as he dirty talks you to filth. “been a while since i’ve had such a cute little virgin. i forgot how fuckin’ tight you all were. yeah that’s right, squeeze my cock just like that.”

oh i almost forgot to mention— his tail. absolutely devilish as it slinks around your torso, red in colour and smooth in texture. there’s a tiny triangular scale at the end of it, sharp and dangerous as it scours your body, tracing the insides of your thighs and warm against your swollen clit. he loves hearing you whine, watching you squirm as the stimulation from him is all far too much for your inexperienced body to handle. he’s barely working up a sweat and you’re cumming from how his cock kisses your cervix inside of you with each thrust of his hips, being unable to hold back your release any longer. making a mess on the bed with your essence, you’re gasping for air as katsuki licks a long strip from the base of your neck to the spot just below your jaw.

“what a good little plaything. don’t go wasting this pretty pussy on anyone but me, or else you’ll have some hell to pay for. hah?” he sinks his teeth into your skin, grinning at the mark he made. you were from that day on his, and only his, little plaything.

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alwaysaslutforfic · 3 years

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Cheater Cheater Event!!! - NSFW

Featuring: Timeskip! Cheater Daichi

Warnings: afab reader, power dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjobs, cheating (obviously), y/n is a lil toxic but in a hot way

Words: 2.3k

Minors dni!

I’m so excited to have participated in this event. I really wanted this piece to be perfect and whilst I don’t condone cheating, whew! I’d cheat with Daichi 🤤 go check out @a-kaash-me-outside to see other entries in the collab or to check her stuff out in general! Thanks so much for hosting!

Never again. Daichi tells himself that everytime he finds himself with his hands twisted in your hair, mouth moving possessively against yours. As your hands pull at his hair and nails claw at his back. As he ruts desperately into your heat, cream lining the base of his cock. As he tells you how good you are, how perfect for him, how delicious you taste.

It’s what he tells himself as he opens the door to your smirking face, so much like your sister’s. He had tried to ignore you, to ignore your texts and videos, knowing that his radio silence wouldn’t deter you because time and time again it ended with him sending the same message. A desperate ’I need you’, because all Daichi could think about was the feel of your nails on his scalp, your lips on his neck, and your tight fucking pussy clenching down as he filled you up again and again.

The thoughts plagued him as he kissed Aiko off for work. They were on his mind as they sat through another uppity dinner that Daichi would have rather had at home. Worst of all, they were all he could think about on the occasions Aiko tried to initiate some sort of intimacy between them. All he could think of when he had his girlfriend's lips on his was how much he wanted his lips on yours.

You don’t say anything when you enter, crowding Daichi’s space as he shuts the door behind you. You don’t say anything as you reach your arms around Daichi’s neck, shudders running up his spine as your fingers scratch his scalp before fisting it in your hands to pull him into a bruising kiss. Just like that a flip is switched and Daichi feels like his skin is burning all over. His hands grab and flex at your hips, groaning as he kisses you with lips soft but forceful. It doesn’t take much prompting for you to open your mouth to him and let your tongues move over each other. It’s sloppy and desperate. Daichi can feel how the saliva dampens both your mouths but he knows you don’t mind, always smirking in satisfaction when he spits in it. He doesn’t do that now though. Not yet, he knows.

Instead Daichi reaches his hands around your thighs and hoists you up, shifting so he doesn't have to stop kissing you. He knows you can feel his erection between you when you smirk against his mouth. You hadn’t been there, in his arms, for more than five minutes and already Daichi was hard to the point of pain.

He walks you to the bedroom, their bedroom he thinks with some shame, but then your lips drift to his jaw down to his neck and the thought floats away as he feels your teeth at his jugular.

”Y/n…” he murmurs, the first words that manage to leave his lips since you’d arrived.

You lick a line along his collarbone in response before sliding from his arms. Daichi doesn’t like it but he doesn’t stop you as he sees your arms reach for the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. A curse falls from his lips as your lingerie is revealed to him, the colour standing in beautiful contrast to your skin. He can’t stop staring at your body. The sway of your hips hypnotises him as you walk towards him.

”Take off your shirt.” You demand softly as you fall to your knees before him and Daichi wastes no time following your order. Your pleased hum makes him bite his lip.

Daichi tries to stand still but he can feel his body vibrating with anticipation as your hands slide up his thighs only to lightly skim against his erection and he tries to thrust in the sensation.

”You’re so worked up,” you tut mockingly from your knees. Slowly you undo his trousers and pull them down along with his briefs. ”If you’d let me, I could have helped you out sooner.”

The irony of who’s really in control is not lost on him. Daichi briefly considers responding but then your mouth is on him and it punches the breath from him. Your mouth is so hot around him. You lean back from a moment to spit on his cock and it makes Daichi moan at how filthy it is everytime. Whenever you take him into your mouth it is immediate, mouth sucking him until the head of him hits the back of your throat. Your hands are on his ass helping him to thrust into your mouth, drool spilling from the sides. It’s always too much but Daichi thinks it would be far worse if you stopped. He loses himself in the feel of your tongue licking along the veins of his cock and the light scrape of your teeth on his shaft and the squeeze of your throat. He reaches the peak so quickly with how relentlessly you suck him and then it is gone and his chest is heaving.

”You always make such pretty sounds.” You hum as you rise slowly, nails running up Daichi’s chest and he twitches under your administrations, before reaching your arms around his neck to pull him into another bruising kiss. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass and the other makes swift work of your bra, wanting to feel your skin against his without any barriers.

”Eager aren’t y-” Daichi cuts you off with a bite to your neck and is rewarded with a gasp.

He spins you quickly, backing you into the bed until you stumble onto it. Daichi kicks off his trousers and wastes no time following you down. He groans into the kisses. He can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. This is all that he could think about and it was all he could do to hold out this long but now that you’re here…

He pulls away abruptly and you whine lightly but he wastes no time explaining his actions. Instead he yanks at your panties and just barely finds the control to not rip them from your body in his eagerness to get to your pussy. Finally. Finally, he thinks, as his eyes roam your naked form. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant lightly, the swell of your hips into plush thighs, the plump lips of your sex, and your eyes. They stare straight into his, daring him into action.

Daichi parts your thighs and nestles himself between them, the scent of your arousal making his mouth water and his eyes glaze over. He uses his thumbs to spread you open in his bed- their bed, and god does he feel disgusted with himself, but not nearly enough to stop him from grinding his erection into the mattress at the sight of your weeping pussy. Your hole flutters as he stares and Daichi brushes the pad of his thumbs over it, entranced.

”You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he groans before diving in and moaning at the taste of you.

Daichi slurped eagerly between your legs, large, rough hands holding your thighs open. It stole the breath from your lungs, how eagerly he licked at you. His tongue worked wide and flat over your clit in long strokes, and then it was at your entrance to catch the grool that dripped from you. The sound of it was filthy and filled the room mixing with the symphony of your gasps and whimpers. Daichi slurped at you like a man dying of thirst. It had been weeks since your last meeting and far too many months since this whole thing had begun. Daichi was always aware of the time limit to get his fill of you and desperation worked in every action.

Your moans only drove him further into insanity as Daichi felt himself get drunker and drunker on the taste of you. You moaned with abandon. You moaned like someone who had nothing to hide. Like you didn’t care who heard you. Like you didn’t care if your sister walked into their home to find you with your legs wrapped around Daichi’s head and it only drove him to lap at you more. Your thighs trembled in his hands, flesh spilling between his fingers, and he used his grip to pull you closer. You were going to cum. He could feel it in the flex of your hole as he worked his tongue into it and Daichi knew he craved the taste of your cream far too much for him to ever stop.

”Daichi!” You gasped desperately, and then your thighs were clamped around his head, hips grinding into his mouth as you came. It tasted so sweet that Daichi was moaning along with you. He licked until your body went limp and then he crawled up from where he lay between your thighs, sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin on his way. Your chest rose and fell heavily in the aftermath of your orgasm but Daichi gave you no chance to recover as he claimed your lips as his own. He worked his tongue into your mouth and grunted when you sucked on it.

His cock throbbed painfully from where it was pressed between the two of you. Daichi ached to be inside you, hips thrusting against you subconsciously. He was so engrossed in kissing you and the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against your skin that he was grunted in surprise when his back hit the mattress and he found himself beneath you. You slid your wetness over his cock, smearing your cum over his hard skin.

”Please,” he gasped.

”Since you asked so nicely,” you said, but Daichi could hear the edge of a moan in your voice and it pleased him to know it was because of him.

He watched as you sat up on your knees and reached down to put the tip of him at your entrance but you didn’t sink down onto him just yet. You were smirking at him, at his desperation. With a growl Daichi used his hold on your hips to thrust up into you, cock breaching your walls and he moaned loudly with relief despite only barely being in you. You’d cried out when he’d done it and now your voice was hitching with whines as you worked your way down his cock slowly. Daichi bit his lip as he watched himself slide into your tight heat. It was the only way to keep himself from moaning so he could listen to you. Hearing the sounds you’d make as you filled yourself up with him was almost as good as the feeling of being inside you.

You let out a soft sigh as Daichi bottomed out that opened into a cry when he couldn’t resist thrusting up. He was back to begging, his thrusts only serving to tease the sensitive head of his cock as it ground within you.

”It’s alright baby,” you whispered gently as you rose until only the tip of him was inside you, ”I’ll take care of you.”

Unlike when you sucked at him, you took your time to slide down his cock again. You weren’t slow necessarily, but you moved with measured strokes up and down and it was driving Daichi crazy.

”So good-” Daichi’s voice broke as he moaned.

Your walls were gummy around him, squeezing and fluttering with each movement. Even now as you rode him, his hips were twitching and rocking up. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to stay inside you forever and each time his hips took on a life of their own Daichi could hear your breath stutter, your moans grow hoarse as he used your pussy.

”Daichi,” you moaned, breath catching in your throat on a particularly forceful thrust that had his cock kissing your cervix.

Daichi felt your rhythm falter. He could feel your walls beginning to clamp down on him and the ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. You were getting close again. You were chanting his name as Daichi tightened his grip on your hips so he could slam you down on his cock. Again and again he pulled you to him.

Your mouth had fallen open in a silent scream and then you were soaking his lap, your cum dripping down his balls. All for him. This was all for him and he loved it. He loved how your nails dug into his skin as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved how your breath shuddered through you in sobs as you came down. And he loved how your pussy was still choking his dick as his hips refused to slow.

He was falling hard into your body and Daichi wasn’t sure he could find the way out anymore. He sat up quickly, his hips stilling as he claimed your mouth once more.

Suddenly your hand was grabbing Daichi’s chin, forcing him to pull away from you. You started to bounce once more with his face gripped in your hand. He could barely make your face out as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, but he could see the cold possession in your gaze.

“Tell me I’m better.” Daichi started lightly at the demand.

“Y/n-“

“Tell me I’m better than Aiko.” You sharply cut off his protest, your hips speeding up as you rode him.

“You- you're better.” Daichi heard himself gasp out, but the words felt like they came from someone else. “So good- so much fucking better.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” You growled and Daichi wanted to whine pitifully as he felt his balls tighten.

“I’m yours. I’m yours” Daich chanted over and over. The words were the ultimate betrayal. White blinded his vision and came harder than he ever thought he could.

Daichi knew he was ruined. That he would never let you go or stop this madness.

”Aiko will never be able to do this to you.” You whispered softly in his ear.

He knew this was a one way ride to misery, but god did it feel so right being in your arms.

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cythena · 3 years

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hey could I ask for some Yandere Sasuke or Yandere Kakashi? Any type of work you'd like just about them with their S/o

yandere headcanons

pairing : sasuke uchiha x gn!reader

prompt : even after leaving sasuke still wants you

cw/tw : yandere, possessiveness, kidnapping, naruto ep 109 spoiler, naruto shippuden s1 spoiler

SASUKE UCHIHA

sasuke knows you exist. he never made that clear throughout your childhood. you had a crush on him but it was more of how hinata had a crush on naruto. you weren't remotely as pushy or forwards as the girls. you wished you were growing up.

the only time he spoke to you was when he left the village. before he met sakura, he went to see you. you were in your backyard when he jumped your fence. he only told you he was leaving and then hopped onto your fence where he gave you a promise—it was more of a threat—that always replayed in your mind.

you weren't like sakura when sasuke left. she wanted to bring him back however it never crossed your mind. sure, you wished he would come back but you weren't able to focus on him. you had to focus on your team and your training. you tried to tell yourself it was a childhood crush but you always found yourself thinking of him. you pitied naruto and sakura for the loss of their friend.

years later once sasuke knew he was ready, he snuck back into the village. even with your years of training, sasuke was twice as strong as you. he brought you back with him to orochimaru's current hideout. you were just confused when you woke up in his room.

now that he made good on his promise, he was never letting you go. you were never alone anymore. you sat on his lap during his meetings with orochimaru and you watched him train everyday. any of the other subjects weren’t allowed to speak to you. the only person other than sasuke that you were allowed to talk to was orochimaru.

when sai met sasuke you were sitting right in your place on his lap. sai mentioned you, “you must be y/n. the village had no clue where you disappeared to. sakura has also wanted to bring you bac-” sasuke wouldn’t want to hear any of it. “stop speaking. i already don’t like you.” kabuto and orochimaru would have to warn him not to talk to you again.

like sai said, sakura would want to bring you back. sasuke would kill anyone who tried to take you from him. he made you aware of that too. he told you that so when people were harmed you would feel at fault. it made it easier to keep you in check.

if you ask sasuke if he loves you, he would be blunt. he didn’t love you. he wanted to have you. he wanted to own you, and he does. he doesn’t need love when he has control over you.

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noel-noa · 2 years

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Heyo! I saw you answering an ask and now I'm intrigued. 👀 Why do you think Izana would be possessive while Mikey obsessive? I agree that Sanzu would be a wildcard. Switching back and forth between the two and even some days be extremely cold and uncaring but love bomb other days.

tw // yandere , dark content , obsessive and possesive behavior

izana never had anything ini his life then he has you. he will become possessive because you are the first thing, also only thing he ever, and he isn't willing to lose you and to share you with anybody else and that means he would be willing to keep you secluded for him even in the early stage of relationship, and the lenghts he will go for you, oh boy. also he doesn't really care about your feelings, after all he is your owner why he should care about his belongings wanting.

the difference between mikey and izana here is, mikey has had it all but then lose everything. so when he has you, he will be obssesive. he cant let you out of his sight even for a second, he wants him to be the only one you care and look, he wants himself to consume all of your time and all of your being. that being said, mikey doesnt want you to hate him, he does his best to make you happy, anything you want he will grant it. even if you dont love him, you have to lie to say it back to him, because he is obsessive towards your love and i swear you dont want to see him go in a fucking rampage just because you dont say you love him back.

just hit me up

#izana #mikey #tokrev #p.ask #tw.yandere #tw.dark content #tokyo revengers #tw.obsessive brhavior #tw.possessiveness #patrice talk shits

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p-antomime · 2 years

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edit꩜rials or fashi꩜n sh꩜w?

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 2,9K.

𖦹 content: mean dom!takashi, unprotected sex, breeding kink, fingering, risky/public sex, slight possessiveness, nicknames, orgasm denial, incest, hints of jealous!takashi, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: big bro!takashi mitsuya x lil sis!model!f!reader.

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— Pardon? — He was pissed off, you could feel it by the protective way his fingers were digging hard into your shoulder, almost leaving a mark. — Dating? — His eyes went from you to the reporter asking, the paparazzi flashes almost blinding the two of you, maybe sometimes Mitsuya would regret putting himself in the spotlight next to you, but he had no other man he could trust to do that for and with you. — Oh, no, no... sorry to disappoint you, ladies and gentlemen... — He opened a forced smile, you knew when his smiles were genuine. — But, she’s not dating, there is no time in her personal agenda for such superfluous things like relationships.

And, deep down, he wasn't lying completely.

— 'Tsuya... — You called him with one hand so that he could lean his face toward you and let you whisper the rest of the sentence directly into his ear, without letting the curious people around the two of you hear.

"I think it's about time we went in, the interview is in less than ten minutes", you whispered, and he nodded, before dismissing all the paparazzi covering your eyes so you wouldn't get retinal pain from them.

Such a good brother, that's Mitsuya Takashi.

Kind, caring, always giving his soul for your career and his, acting as if he was the only person who had the obligation to protect you from malicious producers and other models trying to sabotage you, which led him to be extremely possessive.

Mitsuya was kind even in the way he glared at you as he led you into the huge building where one of the many interviews arranged by your private agent for that week would take place.

Your feet following in his footsteps in the same way that Awan apparently did with Cain many millennia before.

— Ready? Nervous? Anxious? — Mitsuya put his hands on your face as if he was looking for some sign of a bruise that might have been done by the eager paparazzi and he hadn't noticed before, and you let out a giggle; every time his fingers caressed your skin, you felt shy because it felt like there were little chemical and electrical sparks being passed from his fingertips to your soft skin.

— Calm down, 'Tsuya-nii! I'm alright! I've gotten used to the paparazzi, I hardly even care about ‘em anymore. — Your hands rested on his and only when he felt your breath against his cheeks did Takashi realize how close he had pulled you.

And you two were in a public place and had a reputation to polish and care for.

— I know, but worry me anyway! I’m your older brother after all, so I have to keep an eye on you. — He turned away slightly, to lean against the corridor wall as he noticed that there were different doors there.

One with his and your name on it, probably some sort of dressing room or hastily made wardrobe they had arranged when they heard you both were going for that sudden interview. Others with the names of people he didn't know, were probably recording editing rooms, since almost no interviews there were done live.

— But I don't think any of ‘em would try to get close to me precisely ‘cause you’re always with me. — You leaned against the wall beside him, your hand brushing lightly against his and his eyes glued to the small cleavage between your tits in the Blumarine blouse he had assigned you. — Stop looking at me like that. — Your tone was playful and his attention traveled up your neck to your eyes, which were not staring into his.

— Can't I look at my lil’ sister?

Before you could answer, a camera crew called the two of you from one of the doors.

It was interview time and seconds later Takashi was leading you by the hand into that huge space stylized like a movie set worthy of Marc Jacobs.

Your brother's eyes automatically fell on the interviewer. A man, that didn't please his possessiveness too much, but what could he do now? Next time, he'll make sure it's a girl interviewing you.

— Oh, Takashi! Y/N! It's a pleasure to finally see you both in person, please take your seats and if they are uncomfortable, lemme know, we can replace ‘em with new ones. — The man, already seated in front of a large table with various papers and notes, indicated the two high chairs with the soft, fluffy lining and the backrest with an opening that allowed free access to the lower back of whoever was sitting down. — We have... — He looked at the timer on the other side of the table as the two of you sat down calmly. — Half an hour, right? I hope we can enjoy our time together and if both you agree, we have cameras capturing your reactions back here. — One of his hands went up to a curtain with small cameras attached. — Can y’all put the microphones on, please?

The microphones on the table were picked up and Mitsuya made a point of placing yours against the neckline of your blouse as he stared at the interviewer just to have an excuse to rub his fingers on yours breasts. As if he was telling the other man not to try to look too hard at your body.

— May we begin?

— Definitely, yes, sir! — You answered, settling a little better in the chair and leaning back a little so that you could hear the questions better and not fall into any pranks between the lines.

— Mr. Takashi? — Your brother's attention was distracted, focused on your uncrossed legs and, at the same time, on the thoughts that were beginning to eat away at his twisted mind.

— Hm? Yes, yes! We can start, yes, sorry. — A small smile appeared on Takashi's lips as his hand rested on the back of your chair.

— Right, right. — One of the notes was picked up by the other man. — Miss, what was your inspiration for becoming a model? Who encouraged you to do so?

Every interview started with this question and you were already tired of answering it, but Takashi loved to see you quoting him every time. It inflamed his ego and made him sure that no man in your life would ever be as important to you as your older brother.

— Oh, honestly, I've been very interested in fashion since I was very young and it was probably the influence of this guy here. — You raised the hand toward Mitsuya with a small, restrained smile. — Since he was the first person in the house to actually put, y’know... the hands to work in fashion, dress designer, sewing and all that stuff, I kind of got used to seeing a lot of fashion shows with him and also serving as an early model for him, so, all in all, I think the most correct answer is obviously to say that my older brother was my main inspiration!

— Oh yes, your brother, the great Takashi Mitsuya, the name that is on everyone's lips in the world of runway. — The man turned to your brother before continuing to speak. — How does it feel to be one of the youngest designers to get your clothes into a couture show?

— Honestly, it feels almost like a dream! — Takashi answered excitedly, his hand sliding to the opening in the back of your chair to brush his fingers against your lower back and your body automatically tensing up, the pressure of having his skin almost touching yours sending synapses to the middle of your legs. — I honestly didn't expect that I’d be called for such a big show without being at least about five years in the industry, y’know? No way that the Takashi Mitsuya of three years ago would think that he could achieve all that he has achieved in the year of now. — You nervously tightened the hem of your pink skirt also from Bluemarine, your brother's arm going a little lower and letting his fingers touch the crease of your ass.

— And you, Y/N, as you mentioned before, were your brother's first model, right? You two seem too close... — Your breath caught in the throat, thighs pressed against each other, Takashi's fingers slid past the edge of the skirt and pressed against the bottom of your panties and pussy. — What was your childhood like, both of you?

— It was... — You started to speak, not quite knowing how to explain as his digits ghosted over your covered folds and Mitsuya took his cue from you.

— It was difficult, really. Since our mother was almost always extremely busy ‘cause of work, the two of us, as the oldest siblings in the house, needed to assume the positions of responsibility in the household, especially since we still have two other lil’ sisters that you must know, right? Luna, Mana. — The interviewer agreed with his head. — And, well... — His fingers slowly pulled your panties aside and teased your small entrance that was slowly starting to get wet, you coughed lightly to disguise a moan that wanted to escape your lips. — We both need to grow up really fast.

— Yes, yes, and I imagine it was equally difficult trying to reconcile high school and dreams, correct?

— Definitely! Without a doubt! — Takashi nodded in agreement, his slender fingers slowly sliding inside your pussy and making you hold on with all the self-control you could muster not to bite your lip or gasp. — But, as we can see, we managed to make it all work! — A small smile appeared on his lips.

— And Y/N, if I may ask... — The interviewer exchanged two pieces of paper in his hands before focusing the attention completely on you and your brother's fingers began to slowly go in and out of your pussy, careful not to make any loud wet noises; it wasn't the first time he had fingerfucked you with in a risky place and he knew your body very well. — Would you rather be in editorials or a fashion show?

You ran your tongue over the lips, your walls clenching nervously around the digits fucking them calmly and took a deep breath, giving the impression that it was a difficult question to answer.

— I think I'd rather fashion shows. — You forced yourself to open a small smile that soon fell apart when you had to bite the lower lip to suppress a whimper as soon as Takashi curved his fingers inside you and brushed against your most sensitive spot.

— Because you prefer to be the center of attention...? — Your brother squinted his eyes, who did that man think he was to talk to you like that?

The question caught you by surprise and you didn't know whether to cough because of how stupid and insensitive it was or because of how deeply your brother's fingers were fucking you under the skirt.

— I... — You tried to think of a way to answer that without hurting your career. — Actually, n-no, sir, I just think that a catwalk gives me a little more freedom to really show myself.

An awkward silence settled over the room as the interviewer exchanged notes again and your brother's fingers kept teasing your walls. You were barely able to concentrate properly without letting the eyes roll up in pleasure and hands were clutching the fabric of your skirt almost as if you wanted to tear it.

— And what was the most memorable fashion show you have participated in so far?

Fuck, you could feel Takashi increasing the rhythm inside you and it was impossible not to let a sly little moan escape that you quickly tried to cover up with a coughing sequence that threw your body back and only made your brother's digits go deeper inside your tight pussy. And the interviewer, poor man, unaware of your perversions with your own brother was concerned enough to jump out of his own seat and lean over the table.

— Miss, you... — He tried to raise his hands to somehow help and you dismissed them with your own, continuing to cough and try to pull yourself together in the chair while Mitsuya's fingers never stopped fucking your walls.

— No... Gosh! Don't worry, I just... — You took a deep breath, stopping your own coughing slowly before your eyes fell on the timer; just two more little minutes and you could cum in less time if your brother kept fucking you so well with his fingers. — I swallowed saliva the wrong way, sorry about that! But... — Yours fingers slowly loosened the fabric of your skirt, you knew that Takashi had a slight smug smile on his face. — Back to the question, my most memorable fashion show was Schiaparell!

The knot in the bottom of your belly got even tighter, you were so close to cumming, Mitsuya was feeling his own pants getting uncomfortable just feeling the way your walls were squeezing his digits as if they didn't want to let them out.

— And you, Mr. Takashi... — The interviewer turned to your brother without paying attention to the timer. — What was the most difficult piece to customize? — Mitsuya raised his eyebrows, really needing to think about the answer.

— I think...

— The time... — You spoke breathlessly, your thighs and legs trembling, pussy was almost, almost, almost coming, and Mitsuya knew it, and yet he pulled his wet fingers out of you. — It's over, sir.

— Hm? — The interviewer looked at the two 0's marked on the timer and sighed. — Oh, indeed, that was a great interview! I hope we can get another one with you both in a lil’ while, thank you so much for today!

And you both didn't even pay attention to his last parting words before you nodded your heads and left the room as quickly as your trembling legs would allow.

You desperately needed to cum, Takashi desperately needed to fuck you and fill you with his hot cum to be able to think straight again.

Before the building staff could leave the interview room, your brother led you into the room with the names of the two of you on the little plaque and it didn't take him long to smack his lips on yours as soon as the two of you stumbled into it and his hands could freely run down your body.

— Fuck, 'Tsuya-nii! — You gasped against his lips, immediately letting him lift your skirt and bend you over the counter in front of the huge mirror that was supposed to be used for touching up your makeup. — Damn, that was for...

— A little, yeah. — Mitsuya completed his sentence by staring at you in the mirror and unbuttoning his own pants to finally get his dick between your wet folds as one of your hands pulled your panties aside. — Fuck, you're so fucking wet, sweetie, were my fingers that good? — His mouth latched onto your neck and you groaned as you felt his puffy tip enter you.

— 'Tsuya-mhm! Fuck! — Your head fell back just as he slammed deep inside your pussy, widening you with his long cock and pushing you even more dangerously close for an orgasm. — Your cock ngh... — One hand of his clamped down on your chin to force you to face him through the mirror. — 'S so deep!

— Look at your brother when he's the one fucking you so well, little one. — You felt shame take hold of you as you heard him call you by that old nickname and your walls tightened around his dick. — Oh, what a pervy, getting off on my innocent words. — A giggle escaped his lips before his hips began to hump yours.

His dick going deeper than his fingers and it didn't take long before you actually came.

Your body was already so close, he had already got you ready to take him in your tight little pussy.

Your walls pressed against his cock and you squirted completely while your brother continued to fuck you and watched in the mirror as your eyes rolled up and some saliva began to drip down your chin. Oh, he could make you like a drooling mess with so little, it was almost adorable to watch you surrender to his touch over and over again as if you didn't have a full-blooded connection between the two of you.

— Fuck, your tight lil’ pussy mhm! — Takashi gasped against your pussy, continuing to pound your pussy through your orgasm. — Squeezing me like that, fuck, you want even my cum, don't you? — You could barely think straight and, yet, nodded desperately, the overstimulation slowly taking control of your body. — My hot, thick cum, your big brother's cum, you're gonna love it, little one, you're gonna keep it all inside your lil‘ pussy for me, aren't you? — You moaned a 'Tsuya-nii, please', it was the first time the two of you had gone that far.

And, honestly, Mitsuya had dreamed about this for a long time. The thought of breeding you, of filling you with warm cum, of making you his girl in such an intimate way almost made him come untouched and not a few times he imagined himself filling your pussy with his seed while you gave him a quick blowjob backstage at a fashion show.

In one deep, strong thrust, Takashi poured all the cream into your cunt, filling you to the brim, with the head falling back, letting out loud moans and his hands gripping your waist tightly to hold you in place as he turned you into his breeding doll.

The two of you didn't even pay attention to the door slowly opening because of the sounds of your older brother.

And maybe it was Shiba Hakkai who had the bad luck to catch you both in the act, after all, you weren't the only model who had an interview scheduled there today.

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mulberrysilk · 3 years

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High By The Beach

-𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 -

MafiaAU!Nanami Kento x f!reader

Summary: God knows you’ve tried to be good…but he was addicting. No matter how bad and ugly it gets, even if you run, you’ll always find your way back to him

cw: MafiaAU, drugs, smut, dubcon-ish, possessiveness

wc: 1.6k

a/n: my piece for the Summer Euphoria themed collab hee hee was listening to music and Lana Del Rey’s High by the Beach came on and this whole fic manifested from that cause MafiaAU! Nanami is sexy

A swirl of colors mixed before your vision, the once white ceiling now a kaleidoscope of purples, pinks, greens, and blues, floating like smoke and intertwining with each other to form new ropes of colors. Every part of you, from the tip of your toes to your fingertips, tingled.

Caressing your chest and feeling the soft suppleness of your skin and the edges of your collarbones, made you hum in delight. Or was it something closer to ecstasy? No, this wasn’t that, this was nothing compared to that, to what he makes you feel. How you got here was foggy. One moment you were on the way home from work and the next, here. You blinked slowly, your body sinking into the cloudlike mattress. You faintly remembered the hover of a helicopter blade slicing through the air, the gush of wind through your hair, and the pressure in your ears. The hovering sound was replaced with the calm, thunderous crash of waves on a shore. You inhaled. Fresh. Salty. The ocean. What were you doing here again?

You rubbed your thighs together, a low hum thrumming in your chest, you felt good. You were buzzing as you’d be from servings of the best wines or the most expensive champagnes, a luxury that he provided. Oh, right. Him.

Slowly coming to whatever senses you could gather, you realized there was a weight on your abdomen, it was warm and familiar. Callous padded fingers feel the flesh of your abdomen, massaging it and caressing it with such utter care, it made you sigh, You glanced down, and immediately you were struck with dark, onyx eyes, that you remembered with shimmer with hints of amber during the glow of golden hour. Sharp, narrow, cold, unreadable. That’s how they usually were. But in moments like these and your heart aches when you're reminded of how it's only in times like these, you could read one thing from him; desire.

The white snow above your navel, on your bare skin, was in a uniform line and his gaze remained locked on yours, his hands now holding your hips tightly in the way he knew you liked, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles. His blond locks were free from their slicked-backed confines, strands falling so beautifully over his eye and cheekbones, from your view, sharper than ever. His shoulders were painted, inked. Lines and patterns that you have traced many, many nights, from the matching set on his arms that reaches to his sculpted pectorals, all the way to the expanse of his muscular back. You remembered the deep flames of desire within you growing when you had admired the art that decorated his body the first time he knelt before you, between your parted thighs.

He began to press his lips against your hip bone, taking his time while your fingers found their way to his hair, feeling the softness of them, a deep hum of delight reverberating in his chest when your manicured nails scraped his scalp.

“Kento…” that was his name. A name you had once said with adoration and loyalty, one that slipped sweetly from your lips but had slowly begun to have a tinge of bitterness to it. “I don’t wanna do this anymore…” you sighed, unsure if what you were referring to was the chase of this rush, this tingling feeling that heightened everything or this relationship.

“You don’t mean that darling,” he murmured, pupils blown wide. Maybe he was right. You didn’t know better, not in this state. Nanami placed one last kiss on your hip before his head swiftly moved to the left, nose swiping over the skin above your navel, breathing in the snow. His head threw back in pleasure, eyes shut as he relished in his high. You saw that in slow motion and was entranced, now filled with the need to touch him, to feel him. As if to make sure he was real. And your touch was hot against his skin, making his high even more surreal. It always was way better with you, he thought.

Hypnotised by his gorgeous, godly physique, you missed the way his eyes opened with a new burning fire in them and he catches your attention in a flash when the same lips that kissed your belly attacked your neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive spot, sending a shiver straight to your cunt. You gasped and arched into him, the tingling all over your body intensifying, becoming an itch that needed to be soothed. And as if he could read your mind, your body, a hand snaked its way down south, pausing at where you throbbed and ached the most. Your thighs part further, giving him much more access to your drooling cunt, that if you were sober, you’d be embarrassed by how wet you were.

Nanami’s lips parted from your neck only to meet your own, two fingers pressing down against your swollen clit, slowly rubbing circles to elicit a moan from you so that his tongue could slip past your lips to dance with your tongue. A low groan emits from him when he feels your slick, his cock growing painfully hard that he slowly rocks against your inner thigh to ease that ache while he busies himself with your pussy. He slipped two digits into you, sliding in so easily with how aroused you had become as if he hadn’t been fucking you in his mattress for the past few hours with the balcony wide open, looking out onto the empty private beach.

Your hips jerked onto his palm, giving some stimulation to your swollen nub. Nanami pulled away to admire you before him, lips swollen and dark, tits bouncing softly as you fucked into his fingers and cunt, dripping wet with your slick that his fingers are coated with them, making them shine.

“Insatiable little thing you are,” he tilted his head to the side as he spoke, retracting his fingers from your warm, velvety walls, making you whine in disappointment, your own hand coming down to touch yourself.

His brow twitched when your dainty fingers impatiently massage your clit. He was not having any of that. No. He swatted your hand away from your cunt, an impatient scowl on his face, tears forming in your eyes as you begged him to touch you only to feel a tight, sharp sting with the after pulses of pleasure when he slapped your mound.

“Kento, please,” you whimpered, pawing at your breasts, the snow that you had partook with him making you burn for his touch, for his cock.

“I thought you didn’t want to do ‘this’ anymore,” he tutted, guiding his cock to your cunt, instead of slipping into your hole he opted to rub the underside of his length along your slit, groaning at the way you coat him with your slick.

“I want you,” you sniffled, hips bucking upwards to stimulate your clit, moaning wantonly at the sensation, unknowingly having Nanami entranced.

He didn’t and wouldn’t say out loud how the implications of your words earlier angered him. He gave you everything you never would dare ask for, gave you the taste of the finer things in life, even himself in exchange for your companionship, your love. He worshipped you. And even when you weren’t with him, when he was in the underbelly of the world, in the midst of thoughts of murder and carnage, he thought of you. His sweet, darling, angel.

And he has you here, reduced to tears and begging him to fuck you, an invitation that felt like his salvation.

“Don’t you cry now, angel,” he cooed, cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with his thumb. “I’ll make it all better.”

Your breathing was hot and heavy, his words were promises to your ears, and your moral compass was falling apart once again for your dangerous lover. It didn’t matter if he was bad, a villain, you wanted him. No matter how hard it was to love him, you wanted the rush of it all, the way he made you feel, just him. You wanted him.

“You trust me don’t you?” He asked, straightening his spine and aligning his cock at your entrance.

And without any hesitation, you nodded. Your morals, right and wrong, all thrown out the balcony and left to sink to the bottom of the sea.

You didn’t flinch or struggle when his large hand wrapped around your throat, his dark gaze trained on your face, adoring the way they were glossy and looking up at him as if he was a god. The beginning of euphoria flowed through your veins when he pushed the bulbous, leaking tip of his cock in, biting your lip from how good it felt and watching the way his eyes shut in bliss when he continued to sink into you. Your gummy walls hugged his length, the way he stretched and filled you up, so indescribably good. It always felt good with him. You could feel yourself getting even wetter with just the feeling of him bottoming out inside your greedy cunt. Finally, finally, he was inside of you again. He was connected with you.

You laid there pliant for him, the slight squeeze on your throat making your pussy throb and him moan. He drew his hips back till the tip almost left you, and sank back in, your thighs trembling and nipples hardening with pleasure.

And above the soft sounds of the waves crashing onto the shore and the seagulls flying in the orange tinted sky, he spoke, “So…” his voice then became the only thing you could hear as your eyes bounced from every feature on his sunset illuminated face. “Feeling good yet?”

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Bokuto Kōtarō + Omegaverse

Summary: Dealing with alphas in their ruts was always scary, even if your body could handle it. Handling an Apex in a rut? You were sure you’d end up being torn in two and wanted to turn it down, but the alpha in question specifically requested you.. and he’s an old friend.

Warnings: female genitalia, sex work [escorting], childhood friends to lovers (basically), dubcon, creampie, rut cycle, collar and leash, f. oral receiving, threats of non-consensual bonding?, squirting, overstimulation, drugs [anti-sleeping], implied somnophilia, possessiveness, knotting

Brothels are popular to the singles looking to mingle for a night, hoping to spend it with a sweet Omega and go home satisfied. Others request an escort from businesses that offer them, having an Omega spend time with them at a love hotel. Whenever an Alpha comes around, looking for someone to spend his rut with, it means businesses get lots of money for sparing one worker to a week of steamy sessions. On the other hand, escorts will go to their house or elsewhere to spend the length of their cycle, making them quite popular but expensive.

Escorting is a bit riskier, since there’s the option to go to the Alpha’s house, but thorough background checks are conducted and almost all escorts prefer it compared to being stuck in a brothel. Since escorts are meant to spend time with their customers, many are personally requested and will even spend a day or two before the week begins. When you ended up receiving a notice you had been requested, you hadn’t expected much, just another week of dealing with a rutting Alpha. The details of it were much different, however.

“I-I can’t do that! Apexes are dangerous and much bigger than regular Alphas, I’ve never dealt with one,” you decline the offer, your boss putting her head in her hands.

“I know he’s a bit of an oddball, but he specifically requested you. He also said you two had history, if that changes anything,” she pulled out a file, his background information, and let you see it. The picture was enough to make your mouth drop. “I’ll take that as a confirmation to that,”

“He was an old high school friend, but I never knew..” you trailed off, eyes taking on a tint of sadness. Shaking your thoughts away, you look at her again. “I still cannot take this. It’s too much. Apexes ruts are much longer than average, that’s a lot of money. Did he know that?”

“He did,” she then pulls out a check. Looking at it makes your heart drop and skip a beat at the same time. “He paid extra when I told him you didn’t do Apexes and referred him to someone else. He only wants you, perhaps old feelings to mend?”

“Don’t say that. We weren’t that close,” you huff, but don’t say anything else. Even if you want to mend things up, catch up on old times, he’s probably just wanting a familiar face during his rut. Probably his first rut without someone there to help. That thought makes you sit down, hands covering your face as you think. You would need to properly prepare at his house, which means you’d be able to talk beforehand. Not only that, you’d have complete control of the situation, with your heat far away and unable to be jumpstarted. She doesn’t say anything else, letting you think on it. Eventually, you do come to a decision. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

A decision you’re beginning to regret.

Bokuto is, or was, the nicest Alpha you ever met. Even with you being younger than him, he never tried to establish dominance which so many others did. Sure, Alphas and Omegas were hardly on friendly terms but it wasn’t completely weird. It didn’t help you did develop a crush on him, only to be crushed when he graduated and pretty much left you behind completely. Him remembering you came as a shock, but it was more surprising that he wanted to spend his rut with you. You’ve changed, leaving behind those feelings, but his appearance has you wondering if he’s changed, too.

Despite the nerves in your stomach, you go ahead and knock on his door, double checking to see if it’s the right house. Of course it is, as you hear heavy footsteps running to the door. Bokuto’s as big as ever, easily covering your view into his house as he stands there. “Hey, long time no see!”

“Hello, Bokuto-san. It’s been a long while, hasn’t it?” You smile, walking into his house. He shuts the door while you scan the room. Large and definitely belonging to someone with money, you find yourself nervous all over again. “I expected a crazier house, actually,”

He laughs at that, scratching his neck. “Well it was a bit messy, but the place mentioned cleanliness so I got Kuroo to help me clean it. Oh!” He claps his hand, running off somewhere. You stand there, bewildered, until he comes back with a piece of paper. “They also mentioned requests? To help?”

“Oh, yeah! Things to help you that I can do, like wearing your clothes or cologne, even making some kind of snacks, but I’m not good at that so my talents are limited,” you shrug, giving an awkward smile. He nods, but smiles right back. “And possible behaviors during your rut will also help, but it’s not a big deal if you don’t know,”

“I do have that! I’m pretty aware during my rut since I have to still take care of myself, so I generally know what’s going on,” he says, scratching his cheek. He seems just as nervous as you, making you feel a bit better.

“Okay, well,” you clap your own hands, then gesture to the couch. “Let’s sit down and talk for a few. After all, im here early to prepare.” With you both sitting on the couch, he goes over his list while you help him and discuss anything that he questions or worries you.

The next day is supposed to be the day of his rut, so you make sure to borrow some of his shirts. You can’t help but feel like his actual mate, adorning the large shirt that has his number on it. With a few scattered shirts around the guest bed, you can only sleep and wait for tomorrow, a box of necessities for the next week beside you.

You’re woken up by the feeling of warmth, almost leaning into the heat until you feel hands on your thighs. Despite having this happen before, you still momentarily panic and that brings Bokuto’s nose to your neck, rubbing against the skin as he moves his hands to your waist. His shirt is moved off of you, showing the panties you’re wearing, which are quickly disposed of. Completely awake, you turn towards him, making him get up as he keeps his nose buried in your neck. With him so close, it’s hard to ignore the overpowering cedar scent that permeates your senses. It’s enough to make your vision blurry as arousal pooling in your gut, not only his scent but also the obvious boner he’s rutting against you.

He seems like he’s holding back, but he’s just properly scenting you. With his hands trailing over you, spreading your legs while he rubs his cock against your quickly slicking folds, his nose rubbing against you, it’s only natural to conclude that’s what he’s doing. In return, you wrap your arms around his neck and rub your fingers into his neck, calming him with your touch. It’s enough to sate his scenting tendencies, his head moving down as your hands hang in the air, waiting for his next move.

His next move is between your legs, pressing wet kisses down your stomach until he’s there, golden eyes flickering to yours for a second. With you watching, he makes sure to get comfortable as he presses his lips to your pussy. Although you’re wet enough for him to start if he wanted to, you appreciate the pleasure you’re receiving just by his lips, them pressing to your sensitive clit, and his tongue, dipping into your cunt. His hands are big as they press into your flesh, keeping your legs apart for him as he uses his mouth to completely devour you.

His tongue easily manages to bring you to an orgasm alone, his lips wrapping around your pussy to drink up any juices that spill out. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the strands as he groans, burying his face in even deeper as he focuses on your clit, tongue swirling around it. One hand trails from your thigh, two fingers slipping into your cunt until he’s easily adding a third, getting you to gush around just those three while he continues to suck on your clit. With his hand drenched and the sheets soaked from you alone, he brings his lips up over your pussy, licking and sucking on the skin he finds.

You keep his shirt on, holding the hem up as you watch him slowly ascend up your body, a gaze that demands you to not break eye contact. When he makes it up to your neck again, he licks against your scent glands as you shiver, nails digging into his biceps. His cock is once more pressed to your folds, the underside rubbing between them and getting soaked while he wraps his arms around you. While he’s content with that, soft whines and growls coming from him to assure that, your hand leaves his arm to rummage in the box nearby. It’s hard to find it blind, but your fingers finally brush against leather, gripping it as you pull it out.

As a precaution, you will attach a leash to his collar as away of having control. A sharp tug should be enough to get him to falter or stop in whatever he’s doing, so you don’t worry with trying to get anything else. Bokuto, although he’s pretty deep in his rut, should have enough sense to snap from it. Instincts or not, Alphas tend to stop when their mate, or temporary partner in this case, show displeasure. It’s hard to move his collar around, showing the metal hook to attach the leash, with him constantly rubbing himself against you, but you manage to hook it up and wrap the handle in your fist, giving an experimental tug.

As expected, he whines, moving from your neck as he looks at you with lidded eyes, hips still rubbing his cock against you. You expected an Apex to be much more.. rough and territorial, but he’s definitely better than most Alphas you’ve slept with. When you smile at him, he seems to calm down at that, pressing his lips to yours for a brief moment. Uncommon, but not completely out of bounds. When he breaks it, he moves back and begins to get rough.

It’s like a rope snapped, letting him loose. Easily moving you until you’re on all fours, he manages to not tangle you with the leash. In position, he mounts you as glides his cock inside, keeping his weight pressed on your upper half so only your ass is in the air. He’s much bigger than expected, so you have to pull on the leash so he doesn’t go all the way in, worried of the pain. Even though he doesn’t stop, he manages to slow down until your head is completely pressed into the pillow. With your grip slack, he pushes all the way in as your legs shake, toes curling. Feeling him completely spread you open and bottom out inside you has your eyes rolling as you feel a burning heat in your stomach, hand gripping the bedsheets.

He wastes no time in letting you settle in the accomplishment, immediately caging you to the mattress as his hips slam against yours ass, heavy pants and moans leaving his lips that overpower your meek moans. Each slap of his hips has more slick gushing from you, completely drenching his cock and knot as they push against you. More drags of his cock in and out of you has your head feeling fuzzy, mind falling into a state of pleasure as you gush once more, legs tightening up as the orgasm washes over you. A scream comes from you as he lifts one of your legs, temporarily switching positions to somehow reach even deeper inside of you while you grip the leash, overstimulation settling in fast. Your poor cunt is sore just from a few thrusts, rubbed raw from his cock moving against the sensitive walls.

Bokuto, however, only moves you back onto your back, putting you into a proper mating position as he grunts when you tug. Eyes widening, you panic as he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it in the slightest, in fact only going to drill into you harder with each desperate tug. Fully gone, all you can do is suffer from stimulation as he presses your legs close to your chest, head over yours as you breathe in his musky scent, sending pleasure through your veins as your toes curl and cunt squeezes down on him. With another orgasm ripped from you, all you can do is squeal and scream as he continues to slam down into you, waiting for his own release.

When he brings his head back down to yours, keeping you caged with his arms as yours press against the wall above you, you know he’s coming close. Each huff and pant next to your ear is mixed with murmurs of possessiveness and dirty words that have stars popping behind your vision. Another pump of his cock and a harsh slam of his hips has his knot popping into you, eyes crossing as your back arches as much as it can, creaming around his as fluids gush against his skin. Tears stream down your face as you grit your teeth, feeling his hot cum completely fill you up to the point your stomach bulges at the fill.

Generally, when Alphas knot, they come down from their high temporarily. Instead of doing that, Bokuto continues to rub into you as much as he can painlessly, his tongue licking the sweat from your skin as you grip the leash. He may not have listened to your tugging for slowing down or stopping, but now you’re worried he might try to bond with you. Each graze of his teeth has you high on adrenaline, but your exhaustion is coming quick and you’re worried you can’t be completely conscious for the next round.

Oh well, you think, reaching into the box to pull out some energy medicine. It should help, but you don’t know for how long until you’re needing more.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #tw.dubcon #tw.possessiveness #tw.noncon #tw.somnophilia #tw.squirting #tw.overstimulation #Bokuto smut #Bokuto.Spice #Mr. Kōtarō #Birdie.Kinktober #Kinktober 2021

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