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.
