yes, you want him, but he wants you more and he’s convinced himself that you already belong to him. the way he gets jealous when you’re not even dating him yet…. the glint he gets in his eye when his certainty of your infatuation with him is in doubt. CHILLS.
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.
✦ synopsis ↷ The duke who sold his soul for his obsession
✦ pairing ↷ Yandere!Duke Venomania!Kisaki Tetta x Princess!fem!reader
✦ tws ↷ YANDERE, implied sex, strong stokholm syndrome (due to the potion), mention of cheating (kisaki has his own harem but he prefers yn), implied babytrapping, slutshaming, very implied sex scene between yn n kisaki n other women too, mention of past bullying and name-calling, infedelity themes
✦ note ↷ woah!!! first post of the october event!!! i love lunacy of duke venomania, it’s one of my favorite songs!!! and i think kisaki fits well with the whole story!! let’s see if someone can recognize a detail i took from the song ehehe
to better understand the fic, listen to the song!!
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Kisaki observes how the fire is slowly consuming a portrait of a young boy. The flames have almost burnt his face, but it can still be seen, a pair of light eyes and dark hair.
The man looks at the fire and grits his teeth, finally he is destroying every single trace of his past.
He is reborn thanks to the help of a strange woman, she claimed to be a witch and gifted him a purple potion, saying that it would help to become irresistible to everyone who looks at him. At first, Kisaki didn't believe her, thinking that the woman was just crazy, but then something happened.
It was after a few days he drank the potion, he was walking in a nearby village, when he was approached by a young girl. Before he could tell her to leave him alone, he saw her eyes, and he was shocked. The woman's eyes were clouded with lust and pure obsession, then he remembered the witch's word, his eyes widen, and a smirk blossomed on his features.
Kisaki was delighted, and he decided to use this new power to his advantage. He created his personal harem, filled with beautiful women, all purely and deeply in love with him, they were peasant and noble women, no one could resist his charm.
He never showed preference, he always said that he loved all of them equally, but that was a big lie. Kisaki had his favorite girl, the jewel of his eyes, the only one capable of making his heart beat louder.
Princess (l/n) (y/n), his former childhood companion. The most beautiful woman in all the kingdom, the same woman, Tetta harbored feelings since early childhood, was now in his arms and he would never let her go.
He was too in love with her, and he will never free her, not now, not when she finally loved him like he always wished in all his life.
He still remembers how brutally she treated him, the names she called him and the disgusted stares she threw him whenever he tried to play with her.
Now, instead, she is completely and mindlessly in love with him, her gaze always filled with pure affection towards him. His name, leaving her lips, sounds more like a song rather than an insult.
She is his wife and personal whore, he is the only man who can touch her and make her feel good, that’s what he says to her daily, when he is balls-deep inside her cunt and touches her like no other man did. Her body is solely is to touch and mark. And the proof is the child in her womb, the fruit of your pure love.
“My love, what is tormenting your poor soul? What can I do, as your wife, to help you?” Your gentle and sweet voice, interrupts Tetta’s thoughts, as he turns around to embrace you.
Gently your hands stroke his naked back, while you hum a simple, childish melody, the one you have written for your future child.
“Nothing, my sweet angel, I had a long day.” He murmurs, kissing your temple, and hides his face in your neck.
Slowly you guide him towards the bed, making him sit, you next to him and take his hands, gently placing them over your belly, now bigger than the previous month.
Tetta gasps surprised when he hears a small kick against his palm, he looks at you, his eyes shining with excitement and joy.
“He is fully of energy, my love. He isn’t giving you a hard time? I can bring you the best doctor in all the kingdom.” He murmurs worried, gently caressing your cheek.
You close your eyes and shake your head, nuzzling against his warm palm, Tetta’s overly-protective behavior makes your heart warm. Your husband is such a perfect man, he always makes sure you have the best.
“You should lay, my love, I will be there in a while.” He whispers before kissing your forehead, and then he makes you lay on the bed.
Tetta can’t still believe how a simple potion could change his life, he gained everything he always wanted: power and women.
He now had power on the people who bullied and mistreated him in his all life, he had all their wives, sisters, daughters ready to serve him and try to gain his love. Unfortunately for them, they can only dream of being his and just let him use their body to satisfy his lust. They all know, that someone has already a special place in his heart, no one can compete with the “special one”.
And he is happy like that, he has both women ready to spread their legs and sin with him, women whose name are just a soundless memory in his mind, and his precious wife, who he will spend the rest of his life with.
The main door of the mansion opens revealing a woman, maybe married or not, covered with a red coat, as she shyly walks towards him, still scared for the gravity of the sin she is going to commit.
Tetta smiles as he offers her a hand, which she accepts, now they’re so close that their lips can touch, and once again, Tetta won. Another prey has fallen into his trap.
you know how kageyama doesn't like to wrap his fingers when playing volleyball because he wants to feel the direct contact without any barrier? yeah, imagine this...
he's always craving skin to skin contact with you. no matter when, no matter where. he will find a way to touch you, skimming his finger tips underneath your clothing and tracing up your spine in a teasing manner, erupting tiny sparks in its wake. whenever you’re out with friends, he would not leave your side, preferring to lay a possessive hold on your hip to show everyone who you belong to.
kageyama would forbid you to cover up your hickies. but you made a mistake of doing it once to which he proceeded to litter your throat and chest with even more blue and purple marks. the next day, your friends had asked obscenely explicit queries about your love life then, prompting your replies to be a mixture of fake coughs and stuttered mess.
he especially loves when he could wrap his hand around your throat like a personal collar, squeezing the sides with just enough pressure to assert dominance until you have no choice but to surrender in defeat – though not without a fight – lightly pushing him off despite your panties creaming with the way he could easily manhandle you into any position due to years of hardcore training. with the remaining hand fondling your nipple, he’d lower his mouth to the hardened bud and give a few chaste licks, savoring the way you shiver wantonly, lewd whimpers escaping your lips. he loves that you’re utterly sensitive to the touch.
if you think kageyama is an awkward guy that can hardly sweet talk, you’re deeply mistaken. the words that exit his lips when you’re lying beneath his large body has your stomach twisting in knots, raptly absorbing his sugar-coated whispers of the 69 ways he could pleasure you, your back arches subconsciously as an invitation for him to proceed.
“look at you lying so helplessly underneath me, i could tease you for hours and overstimulate you and you would not be able to do a thing,” he smirks, grinding his hips against your crotch mockingly before pulling you into a deep kiss that has you drowning in his scent.
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. 🙄
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.
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.
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.
