I’ve really gotten into Golden Kamuy recently and I cant find any good male reader fics anywhere.. I’m not sure if you still write for gk, but its listed in your interests so I’m shooting my shot
May I request a subtop male reader and dombot Koito in an office. Koito accidentally took aphrodisiac and needs a little help with his problem. Make it as pervy as you think fits.
koito otonoshin, top male reader...
sub/dom, aphrodisiacs, scent kink? abuse of authority, dubcon
- i definitely don't write for golden kamuy here as much as i want to, i write concepts/fics on a different site and keep them to myself... hopefully ill stop overthinking and just post them here for others to enjoy!
koito's mistake, he can admit that. it takes a strong man to admit to his faults.
greeted with a hazy look in his eye… it wasn't his fault they tasted so good. something dull red, round, that set his body ablaze that he bought from an unassuming old man… sitting there in his chair and stewing in it - merely letting it take over his body and having no outlet. his hands couldn't do the job... he tried if the wet spot and unbuckled pants is anything to go byㅡand he isn't about to walk outside of his office with a very, very visible erection. what if his men see him like this-? to witness his-
“sleepy, lieutenant?” you joke with ease, slipping into the room unannounced as if you were the bestest of friends. the audacity...! “s'a weird look on your face. never seen that before…” laughing at the lieutenant jolting in surprise-! this is no laughing matter and there was no time to scold you for entering so suddenly.
ㅡ“close the door behind you,” koito demands, not looking at you. utterly distracted as he squirms, irritably tense from the uncomfortable ache swelling at the mere sound of your voice,,,
“lock it.” the door clicks… shit, did you always listen to what he said? no questions asked? of course you did… which is why you’ll have no qualms about doing something else for him - you’ll listen. you were perfect. the perfect outlet - just what he needed-! realizing how utterly inappropriate this was, but he'll get what he wants- no... needs.
ㅡ"uh, huh? something the matter? damn, you're burning up..." quizzical as koito takes it upon himself to touch you, standing aburptly in front of you. flat palm pressed against your cheek... lieutenant nodding to himself. help me, he pleads, something you couldn't understand no matter the pitch he screams.,,
childhood friends, the only boy who'd be friends with such a brat… the only boy koito would let be his friend. your superior… now asking, demanding callously that you help him. there was no one he’d rather have. except,,, there was, but he was simply unavailable. koito couldn’t fathom asking tsurumi of all people to help with this predicament, too embarrassing to explain the idiocy! or - was it because he knew in the back of his mind that he’d much rather have someone malleable and close in comfort...!
stronger than you in every way… physically, mentally. there was no resisting… not that you'd even want to, huh? you were no one to reject koito. spluttering in surprise, nearly falling on your assㅡto have your lieutenant, person of interest throwing themselves at you… crawling all over you, groping at your junk and taking what he wants because he was stupid enough to inhale some kind of sex drug like they were candy. which they were...
ㅡthough unaware of the situation he's going through… it makes your heart thrum painfully against your ribcage. he trusts you and... very clearly horny and in need of assistance! right, yeah, it makes perfect sense - he's your superior and he's desperate-!
to show the slightest bit of resistance on accident - mere body twitches as he guides you closer, he takes it as insult. even though you didn't explicitly say 'sure i'll help, anything for you koito!' -
"i'm your superior, soldier -" voice cracking with aggression, deep brown eyes narrowed dangerously. scolding you with his hands down your pants and his own? ‘do you want a promotion?’ this is so bad. what was he talking about? the thought was nice - as well as the handjob... this was helping beyond your knowledge.
ㅡthis is so fucked. but he's too out of it - on his knees, jerking off like he was about to die and sucking you off at the same time. sloppy, sure, but he had an inkling he knew what he was doing - it didn't matter how he did it as long as he gets the job done. your superior, reduced to nothing but some kind of whorish animal - whining, steadying yourself as he plays with your cock as if it wasn't attached to you. smearing your pre over his flushed skin; rubbing his cheek against the thick, meaty muscle; admiring every vein, every hair - it was scary,,,
ㅡyou couldn't speak.,,, startled as koito handles you, hurried movements, yanking you over to stand inbetween his naked lower half as he sits atop his desk - careless of the papers, pens... ass pressed the wood, ignoring your awe, unbuttoning his uniform shirt...
prepping. long nimble fingers slick with oil, pumping in and out, mumbling sharply under his breath. it was the one word you understood, “ - faster.” could you be any slower? he doesn't mind how it happens, how it would definitely hurt, but high on the dream of no longer being empty. something you've never experienced before. this was totally special…
fuck, he was burning up. one mean look and you knew what to do… slow and steady, bulbous tip poking against his half-assedly finger stretched hole before he wrapping his strong thick legs around your waist and pulling you deeper - plunging into his warmth - slow-! "s-slow down-!" you warn worriedly, hands planted on his hips and pushing away from him. shut up, i've done this before. not as tight as it might feel...
angry eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, hissing at you to let go; acting like a total mutt in heat,,, it's not his fault, he swears. he has to blame it on somebody... he has to take it out on somebody else.
the stinging ache of your cock stretching his walls, tensing with his cock in hand - cumming from the pain that truly hurts so good. overwhelmed. the smell and taste of your cock still on his tongue … overstimulating. it's not enough - he needs more.
ㅡpenetration and friction… he needs both. sitting in his chair and koito guiding himself on your cock - moving all over the place. using you as if you weren't even there while stroking hurriedly... it feels as if he's about to die - he's in pain… acting like a brainless whore. proceeding to bury his face in the hollow of your neck and fucking himself on you, inhaling the scent of you,,, heightend senses, sensitive to the smell of you - the taste. it was helping so well… t-this would be over before he knew it… using your body for his own pleasure.,,,
ㅡ“good… hhh, that's…” superb... was he about to thank you next?
gasping underneath a half naked lieutenant koito,, shoved into his chair, bracing yourself on the armrests as he uses your body to his heart's content. you were helping. "so good, fu-uck," mumbling in a dialect you couldn't understand. you were hitting the spot, most definitely… and he, shivering at the weak noises that escaped your lips as he grinds. finding it in his best interest to wander his weak digits along your face. marveling at the sight of you... open-mouth, face twisted in pleasure - all because of him. leaning closer. tonguing, tasting the salty dampness slickening your skin,,, everything about you feels so incredible.
"touch me," he demands, the word soldier dying on his tongue. never to speak of this ever again... doing as he says,,,
a helping hand... whining, gripping onto his waist and holding him carefully,,, too mindless to think about what you're feeling because it doesn't matter. koito... feeling full, feeling complete. sitting there to catch his breath, shivering as he strokes himself lazily, messy with plentiful thick cum,,,. beginning to steadily grind, uncomfortably aching ,,, more. moreㅡ“good… so good, thank you…” mumbling gratitude, before it breaks off into something quiet and yearning,,,. wanting to remind you, load after load - that this wasn't him… taken over by something powerful;; those delicious, vicious little red candies!
mind being taken over by such disgusting perversion, there was still the cloud of embarrassment for demanding you help him, quelled by the thought of you so eager to offer yourself up,, easily dissipating with the rhythmic whine of ah-ah-ah, falling from your lips. drooling, head thrown back,,, underneath him, filling him up with your own fucking seed - he needs a levelhead, s-so inappropriate, this is dirtyㅡimmoral-!
ㅡ“this can never happen again…” koito grits, exhaling shakily as he steadies himself, trying to pick himself up off of your cock because he was sure he had enough. lust evaporating, strong body messy with cum, sweat, tears,,,; fumbling and slipping,,, spluttering at the sudden fullness of your thick cock, clenching his jaw. maybe he could just sit there. y-you were still hard after all, it only made sense.
“this will never happen again.” he stresses wispily, seeming awfully sure of himself, ashamed of being taken over so easily.
shame, you bite your tongue, holding onto his hips,,, knowing better. marveling at the lightweight,,, he feels so good on your lap.,,, reminding yourself not too tight, but not too lax - deep tawny flesh slick with perspiration stained with the smell of sex. to see lieutenant koito in such a weakened, sensual state… never in your life - his naked body, hole, prick, trust- something to be thoroughly memorized and locked away. never to be forgotten..!
