MY GIRL. | B. KOTAROU.
can you let your baby be my girl?
cw: dark content ahead. dubcon. age gap. angst. pining. possessiveness. dacryphillia (male). alcohol mention. angst. older!bokuto. reader is kuroo's (of age) stepdaughter.
wc: 3009
a/n: hello! this is for @sugawara-sweetheart ‘s decadence collab. i tried guys 😔 i just like writing older bo, and bo with angst is ... too good to pass up :’) angst isn’t really my strong suit but i made an attempt !! hope u guys like !!
Kuroo’s estate was massive. It sprawled across several acres, complete with lush green grass and fountains decorating the cobblestone driveway, hedges of flowers lining the sides up to the large, spacious house. His house was just shy of being considered a mansion, most of his time going to the lovely gardens and various outdoor courts that he had available. Still, inside was gorgeous in its own right. The large cherry wooden doors led to a grandiose hallway with ceilings well above your head, expensive draping chandeliers that looked to be decked in diamonds with the way they sparkled under their warm golden lights. It led to a large living room, reminiscent of a pricey bachelor pad with the larger than life TV and pillow soft couches that decorated the place, couches that had various people plopped along their lengths, plastic cups clutched in their hands, the stereo that came along with the TV blasting the latest music that Kuroo found enjoyable.
If you looked over to the kitchen, just a few ways behind, you’d see Kuroo along with his high school friends, all cackling gleefully over some joke or another. Just by the bar sat you, your own smile on your face, hidden only by the cup in your hand that was raised to your face. Your eyes, warm and gleaming, were locked to him, your adoring stepfather, the man who brought you happiness and took care of you for too many years to count. His smile still made you happy like when you were a little kid, a kind of tightness in your chest that was welcomed, embraced even. You were certain that you'd do no wrong to him, eager to please him and make him proud of you. It was the least you could do after all, as he was such a good father to you despite not being your actual father. He filled a void and as such, you always thought you'd do your best to make your papa proud.
“Kou! You made it! What took you so long?”
Then there was Bokuto.
Bokuto was a mistake. A three year long mistake, spanning back to your early college days where you had freshly found yourself out of a careless relationship that left you vulnerable and Bokuto was left to watch over in Kuroo's absence, the latter off on a business trip for a few weeks. You two were close, you were always close. Being around Kuroo all the time pretty much guaranteed that you’d develop some semblance of a relationship with his friends, be it cordial and friendly as they were all older men and you were his daughter, but this was unexpected. Bokuto was supposed to be just that, your dad's friend. That’s what he was. Kuroo's friend. This mess...This was something neither of you counted on, something neither of you dreamed of and yet it became your brutal reality.
“Ah, I got lost on the way. You do know you live in the middle of nowhere right? I thought this street didn’t even exist.”
Bokuto was something different. He was warmer, kinder, gentler than your ex in most senses of the word. Where your ex was sometimes harsh and brash, his words sharp and catty, Bokuto was soft and warm. He spoke to you kindly, smoothed over the areas where your ex left jagged and undefined. The latter leaned towards crude humor and sometimes calloused words and Bokuto proved the opposite. Really, you should've seen it coming.
His thigh brushed against yours beneath the cover of the table, simple gesture causing the both of you to stiffen for half a second. You were both used to keeping up appearances to the public, still slipping under the watchful eye of Kuroo. It was alarming how easily you two could lie to his face, pretending to be cordial at best, respectful in public until you two found yourselves alone in the solace of each other. Sometimes you felt bad, pang in your chest when you smiled at your father after indulging in his best friend.
Then again, no matter how much you wanted to, there was no hope of you stopping. It was wrong and you both knew it, but it felt too right for you to leave each other alone.
The events of the night were a blur. You were one, two, maybe three drinks in. By the time Kuroo finished his last scotch he was passed out on the couch, Bokuto left with instructions to take care of you just in case he couldn't. He trusted Bo, something he shouldn't have, because the second the grey haired man's eyes landed on you the pang in your chest was quickly overwhelmed by the warmth in the pit of your stomach. Maybe the alcohol fueled your decisions, maybe it was your own insatiable lust. Maybe it was the look in his eyes or the way he bit his lip, bright eyes quickly raking over you as he picked you up, declaring to your other friends that he'd take you home before you'd get the chance to end up like your father.
A part of you almost wished there was some skepticism inside their eyes as they laughed, oblivious to your actual intentions as he guided you through the door. Could no one really see it? The way his hands lingered on your waist for a little too long, the way he just grazed your ear when asking you if you were ready to go, the way he stood a little too close to you to be appropriate.
Perhaps there was a thing such as being too trusted, and maybe you two fell in that category.
Bokuto felt guilt rising in his tightening throat as soon as he walked into your apartment and pushed you up against the wall. The sour taste of bile was quickly swallowed back with the sweet taste of your lips dipped in honeyed rum, ache in his chest soothed by your warm skin and supple body. He felt rotten every time he was done, heat of tears tinging the back of his eyes whenever he had to look at Kuroo afterwards. It was his best kept secret but the most horrid one, but the one he couldn't bring himself to give up. You were tantalizing, your soft words and the way you treated him kindly with warmth and authenticity, unlike most who often treated him like a child due to his vivacious nature. You made him feel different and unfortunately for you both, Bokuto had a tendency to latch onto those who made him feel different. You make him feel like much more than Bokuto. You made him feel important.
It was only fair to him that he made you feel important too. It's what you deserved, and Kuroo sometimes fell short in that category but Bo would gladly give you what he couldn't. Your movements were sloppier than usual, an effect of the alcohol in your system but neither of you cared much about it. Bokuto stripped you down quickly, desperate for the warmth of your body once more. It served perfect diversion from his intrusive thoughts, nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him this was wrong, this was so wrong and he should be ashamed of himself for doing this for so long. You were off limits, someone he wasn't even supposed to be looking at let alone touching but how could he resist himself when you felt this good? You melted under his touch like ice to a flame and he was an old, starved man in need of someone's embrace.
Surely anyone would understand.
His heart knocked against his chest when your lips crashed into each other messily, his large hand over your cunt already prodding into the sodden flesh, trailing from your tight slit up to your needy clit. He drank every whimper and mewl, the way you said his name helping to drown out the guilt that plagued his senses. Your touch was feeble but strong enough to pull him into the moment, small hands desperately clutching into his clothed shoulders, nails barely poking through the thin fabric as his middle finger tweaked and stroked your sensitivity. His eyes fluttered, leaky tip pressing against the tightening fabric of his tight jeans until it pained him but he didn't dare pull away, in fear that if he would, the sin of his actions would weigh on him too much for him to continue.
"Bo! Bokuto! More, gimme more, please!"
The problem with being in a drunken haze was that things went by quickly and you seldom remembered how you got there. You were just in the hallway, weren't you? But now the only sign of your presence there was your clothes strewn across the floor in a messy pile, but your bodies had relocated to your bedroom. Two digits prodded deep into your sloppy cunt, rough pads of his fingers brushing against the ridges deep in your walls that made your back lift from the already dampened sheets, eyes shut in ecstasy. Your slick reached down to his wrists but neither of you cared, there was no time to care about anything. The way he made you so wet without even trying was all any of you could focus on, one hand firm on your stomach as he leaned up to you to whisper sweet things in your ear.
"Needy little baby, wanted me all night didn't you?"
"Mm, yes sir, waited for you the whole time, only- only reason I came out."
Bokuto's eyes shut tight, your words resonating in him almost bittersweet. What would Kuroo think? To see his best friend like this, hunched over his stepdaughter, fingers buried knuckle deep into her prohibition. What would he think of Bokuto making you writhe and arch beneath his large, burly figure, cumming hard until you saw white, already foggy mind clouded over in rapture divine? Would he approve of Bokuto's infatuation of his baby girl?
"Pretty girl..."
Bokuto was overwhelming in every sense of the word. He overcame you with ease, descending down on you like lion to a lamb, devouring you whole without much struggle. His tongue took claim of your clit, rolling and tweaking the nub until you came again, arousal drooling from your pulsating hole until he couldn't suppress himself anymore, any shred or hope of retrieval gone the second he adjusted over you. His forehead rest on yours, large eyes locked unmoving onto yours, head of his aching cock prodding at your opening. It was hot, almost unbearably so, causing your hands to clamber up to his arms, nails sinking into the toned, somewhat soft skin.
"Koutarou." His breath caught knotted in his throat. "Please."
Kuroo had to understand.
The tears that sprung behind Bokuto's eyes were barely paid notice to, his knees rooted in the mattress as your legs shook around his waist. He pushed down, slow, knowing how much you both enjoyed the inviting stretch that accompanied him every time he tried his best to sink into you. He never quite fit, always too big to go in smoothly, having to pull his hips back and try again a few times as soon as you whimpered underneath him for mercy. His cock throbbed, finally popping past that first taut ring of velvety muscle, slowly sinking into your hot, spasming cunt until his tip hit into your sweet spot, bottoming out into you with still a few inches of his girth left to take. He watched you, gasping, wide eyes stuck on his with incoherent noises escaping your throat for a second until finally your eyes fluttered, tummy twitching, walls contracting and squeezing tight around him.
"Sweet girl," He muttered, stubbled cheek brushing against yours accompanied with a kiss to your jaw. "There you go, let yourself go on my cock. Good girl, my baby girl."
Baby. He shouldn't call you that, he didn't even have the right to. You weren't his baby and you'd never be- he didn't even deserve the luxury. But you were so precious, small and sweet and supple beneath him, the way you'd gasp and look up at him with teary eyes as he pulled back slow and sunk into you again and again and again. To him, right now, you were his baby girl, if only for this moment, even if he didn't get the chance again.
His hands hooked behind your legs and pulled you closer to him until you swallowed his cock fully, silken head brushed up against your cervix making you arch up into him. You yelled out for him, his name a mantra on your lips, praises of S'good! Don't stop! You're the best Bo, I swear, I swear! falling from you, egging him on until his hips reached a fast pace plowing inside you. Your bodies stuck together unevenly, fitting just barely within each other, working against you though you both tried your hardest to make it work. Your hand didn't quite fit in his when he entwined his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head. His fingers were a bit too thick, yours a little too small, barely curling over his though you gripped onto him with all you had. He practically shoved his girth into you, a little too big, each stroke met with resistance that he pushed past, mind hazy with the thought of making you his again. The curve of it dragged against your walls, stretching and making his path once more like he did so many times before, a path that wouldn't stay permanent no matter how hard he tried. He gritted his teeth, heat pooling in the depth of his stomach, fire in his loins hot, blazing through his skin. He couldn't hold back much longer, balls tightening almost unbearably, and the way you pulsed around him told him you were close as well.
Bokuto's hand came up against your face, fingers pressed softly into your cheek as he held your face steady. You could barely register him, streaks of tears down his set face, his eyebrows scrunched, lips parted, red and raw from the way he bit them throughout. He tapped against your cheek for focus, knowing you'd space out, drive of his cock battering against your walls always a little too much for you to handle. Your eyes questioned him innocently, begging for a word, for instruction, for anything as long as it came from him.
"Say it."
You were silent for a second, desperately trying to claw through your mind to figure out what he meant. "B-Bokuto-"
He blinked, fresh tears welling in his eyes, his throat tightening. Your hands scramble up to his arm, his thumb trailing over your lip. "Say it. Say you're mine. Tell me who you belong to, baby girl. Say it."
You were virtuous. There was an innocence about you that had no hope to be tainted, holding true despite all what you'd been put through. Bokuto couldn't hope to take that away and he hoped he never did, your purity one of the main reasons he was so drawn to you. Your purity made you accepting, judgeless to the likes of him and the errs in his ways. Your purity made you pliable, moldable, able to leave an impression on that you'd decipher on your own be it good or bad. Your purity made you easy to lean on, easy to trust, easy to confide in, easy to love. Your purity made you-
"Yours. 'M yours, Koutarou. All yours."
The dam in his stomach snapped, outpouring into you through his sloppy thrusts that battered against your clit. You squeezed tight around him until his wild strokes stilled, milking him against your cervix, warmth of him pooling into you until it leaked out around from swollen lips, sheen of murky white catching against the soft strands of hair trailing from his belly button down to his pelvis. His arms curled beneath you, head buried into your neck, tears flowing down the warm skin of his cheeks into the creases of your skin. Your nails dug feebly into the skin of his back, dragging down while your shaking legs locked around his waist, whimpering into the thick, sex laced air.
"Bokuto?"
He heard it.
Keys fumbling with the lock of the front door. He heard it, your apartment small enough, walls thin enough that he could hear the jingle of metal knocking together. He knew it was coming but he couldn't stop- he didn't want to stop. It was bound to happen sooner or later, you couldn't keep it a secret forever. Bokuto refused to look up, the eyes of his best friend boring into his back as he held tighter onto you, you who'd long since frozen beneath him, barely choking out Kuroo's name in disbelief.
The shouting that erupted fell on deaf ears, guilt seizing Bokuto's tightening heart as he tried best not to wail out amidst his wrong. He was sorry, he really was. Sorry that he fell in love with Kuroo's baby girl. Sorry that his soulmate was the one person he couldn't hope to have. Sorry that he couldn't let go, that he let himself spiral deeper and deeper until he couldn't find his way to claw out of you. Sorry that this was so wrong, so so wrong but it felt so right at the same time. Sorry that he'd been so selfish and uncaring and he still didn't care. Bokuto wouldn't dare hurt you, he'd treat you better than any other man in your life ever would, ever could. You were safe with him, he'd take care of you. His head lifted, misty-eyed irises locking with the brooding, regretful, vexed eyes of his best friend. He was sorry, he really was. But he wanted you, surely Kuroo would understand, wouldn't he? It was wrong...but maybe he could make it right.
Maybe...just maybe...
"Can you let your baby be my girl?"
