his poor dumb brain only manages out,

“sorry- hurt- sorry.” over and over, cock still standing heavy between thick thighs, excitable and strokes away from popping his knot into your tight heat, bobbing with the way he throbs.

you think it might’ve been an accident so no real punishment comes. it's not until the third time comes, once again drooling down the middle of your chest- worshiping the skin above the hard thumping of your heart while his cock humps you fast, cumming over and over- balls still thumping down onto your ass over and over.

it's always a show, watching your pup fold his torso down, hands a vice ‘round your waist, bringing you up to him, too big to fully reach you.

his fluffy ears twitch over and over- crying, whine after whine of your name only spoken- babbled. he’s trying to do too much at once, trying to fuck the load of cum out of your pussy to replace it with more while lips move back and forth from tit to tit-

the thing that triggers it this time is your lilting cry before you squirt, tight heat wrapping impossibly tight around his sensitive cock, cum gushing down around it, cumming so hard you see white, so hard that you squirt nearly all over this big excitable puppy.

eyes wide, tail wagging, legs shaking hard as he humps and humps, bokuto cant take it, nearly howling out broken syllables that sound vaguely of your name. with no time at all between your slipping body, he clamps his mouth around your tit, biting hard.

the shove comes once more, this time hard, palm smacking the skin of his forehead before sliding off, arms brought forth to shield him away from your body.

bokuto panics, cock slipping out from your pussy, still caught up in it all, the poor pup ruts his hips up, chasing your pussy, hands placed on either side of your head, watching you whimper out how much it hurt.

he does what he knows best- tries to tilt his head down and lick up any tears running down your face, the taste of copper heavy in his tongue, once more confused while you place a hand to his thick chest, a stern, “no.” snapping him from any lust clouding his head.

your kou sits back, not certain on how to fix things.

it takes weeks to really think of plans on how to discipline him, ultimately settling on buying a muzzle.

he's opposed to the whole idea, promising you with cries and hiccups that he’ll be good- but the still scarring holes from his teeth over your nipples aren’t something to ignore.

you feel bad, really do- not letting him touch you for the upcoming days it's supposed to come in hard on you both.

you want him. miss his cock and cum, having to push his oversized body with any dirty thought you think- him immediately nosing heavy at your neck, body flaring up in heat at just the subtle change in smell.

it feels like you're teasing, but any explanation as to why you’ve punished him doesn't stick in his poor head. all your puppy knows is he’s hurt you and you don’t let him touch you.

when the day finally comes he’s over the moon, fetching the package- simply knowing that with this, you’d finally let him cum in you.

dropping it by your feet in a heap, bokuto wraps you in strong arms, your puppy already desperately humping any curve of body he’s met with- shoving a wet nose into your neck.

“bo! i-i still have to put it on.” your hands shove at him, breaking from the strong grasp to reach down and pick it up.

loud yapping, cries of happiness in a language lost to you follows soon after- watching with his cock straining his sweats, drool pooling in his panting mouth as you bend to unwrap it.

you present the muzzle, leather and heavy metal all formed for the plains of his mouth; shiny and a bit daunting.

but your pup doesn't care, doesn't care how mean he might look with this on, so happy to get the chance to bury his cock into the tight heat of your pussy- happy to breed his person.

in seconds bo’s sitting at your feet- large body completely still while you secure it, moving his salt and pepper hair out of the way of the straps placed in the back, tugging the front metal to make sure its not going anywhere.

he looks scary, frowning at the newly found weight- but doesn't move to try and remove it. all he wants is the newfound chance to be good for you.

“good job.”

the praise he hasn’t heard in weeks nearly makes him cum right then and there, body rising to full height, stalking your own- bent over and knocking the cage against your neck, growling in shock and confusion, still not used to it, baring teeth at the shiny metal, bristling- in his head its the only thing standing between you and his tongue, it’s unacceptable.

those warm hands of yours he loves move to force him back, taking the end bit of leather and tugging, easily moving his head over- reminding him with a stern voice that this is all for his own good, that if he cant control himself, you’d teach and train him until he can.

ears drooping down to lay heavy on either side of his head, but ultimately nodding- he was good, he knew he was, he was your good boy.

with a long whine, his legs shift to part, bowing his head to look down at his heavy and weeping cock, already swollen at the base and he hasn’t even been touched.

“hurts.”

bokuto whines, and it crumbles your resolve- bringing a hand to tug lovingly at a warmed ear, nodding as you look down at him.

“i know, you’re a good boy- aren’t you?” you question, voice soft and sweet, watching with lidded eyes as he rises to his full height, towering over you with intent, knowing that this is the green light- he’s finally allowed to split that pretty pussy open.

“very good.” he responds, gripping your waist, turning you in an easy twist, fingers easily squishing into the skin there.

his hips rut up into the air, catching against the skin of your lower back, gritting his teeth down, bending you so good for him, he wants to mount you so badly that he can hardly breathe.

“m-my baby just needs help.”

words leave your mouth in a heavy slur, dripping down your legs with the thick hands that dumbly tug your bottoms down the swell of your ass, hurriedly nudging his reddened head into the lips of your swollen cunt- knowing how to move his hips to sink it in with no help of his hands.

you can feel the low grumbling before hearing anything, knocking the cage to your hair when his hips snap up, drooling down his neck already- being denied of your cunt has made him delirious.

the pleasure coursing through your own body is near mind numbing, every tug and push- nod and prod of ridges swollen down his cock, the veins of him bring a viscous shake, held up by thick arms- cradling you to his muscled body.

“b-bo-.” you sob, not even five minutes in and you're already throbbing, pushing back against his head squishing down to your head, trying to nose there- once more being blocked by the metal cage, his own tongue lolling out desperately.

pants sound so loud, whines laced between each cry- he’s so loud, hiccuping out messily with every hump, tail swishing behind him, legs shaking, back bent near completely over.

he takes you standing in the middle of the living room, remnants of the box carrying the harness a mess not three feet from you both, his snapping hips fucking arousal down your thighs, pried open in a near humilating stance so heavy balls swing up and knock into your clit.

his ears are pinned back onto his head, lips curled back in a mean snarl- lost in his own feelings, overwhelmed and dizzy, picking up on wet sticky, messy squelching.

hes so close, so close- the only thing truly holding him back is the need to make you feel good, to atone for anything he did, shaking his head to try and knock the muzzle down.

he just wants to lap at your softness, wants to taste the sweat, taste you.

you hear the jingling of metal, turning your dizzy head, not knowing how he can even think while he’s balls deep, chest rising and falling- hiccuping out a call of his name while you finally cum, scared that he’ll truly knock the muzzle off.

its too late to do anything, head tilting forward, cumming in spasms, hands coming down to hold onto his thick arms-

seeing your spasms, whole body shaky and pussy clench so hard it nearly hurts the skin of his cock, knocks him from his attempt to try and rid the metal cage from his mouth- his own head tilting back to howl.

its all he wanted, scrambled mind focusing on your cunt- plunging into you in one swift movement, rattling your whole body; thick, messy squelching thanks to your contracting and gushing pussy having his lips peel back in a growl.

he tries and fucks into you still, even with the base of his cock swelling, pinning him inside, your knees knocking together when he tries to move, no longer supported by anything other than him while his heated cock swells impossibly big- filling you to the brim with thick and hot, so hot cum.

“g-good boy… my good boy.” you sob, trying to regain the feelings in your arms and legs, letting him sway your body, pure need and lust keeping his body upright- curling his tongue back into his mouth.

his ears twitch, pick back up to receive the praise with a smile- messily licking up the drool running down his chin, nodding and clinging the muzzle, material itchy thanks to his sweat but ultimately uncaring.

he’d do anything to make you happy, do anything to prove that he’s a good pup, shoulders shaking still, while his whole cock jumps inside you- letting you know that his knots finally popping.

you’re scared. not because love is scary. it’s because loving him is too easy. he makes it too easy but love has never been this easy for you. your relationship with him is too good to be true. that’s why you always think he’s gonna leave you. he’ll get tired of dealing with you. he’ll get sick of you doing nothing. whenever you have a breakdown he’ll think you’re weird. he won’t understand how you deal with things and eventually, he’ll leave. or one day he’ll realize he never loved you and he will leave. in every scenario, he leaves. and you won’t be able to stop him. you won’t be able to make him love you again. and you know that you can't heal from that. you’re scared of getting more attached than you already are. that’s why you’ll leave him first. you’ll leave before he can. but you wanna feel him. you wanna feel his touch, wanna enjoy being in his presence one last time. because he makes you feel good. he always makes you feel the best. and you want that one more time. you reply. “okay, i’ll wait you at your place.’’ so you did. you went to his place. wearing the lingerie he bought for you. and you waited. when he came home, you felt your heart breaking. he was so excited to see you. you engraved his bright smile to your mind. the smile that made your day.. the thought of never being able to see that smile again made your heart clench. but it needed to be done. for the better. and when he kissed you with all the passion he has, you felt guilty. there were so many times you felt that way through the night. and this was one of them. he asked you “baby, is everything alright?’’ you nodded. “sorry, i just felt like i needed to ask. i’m glad everything’s okay.’' and he smiled and kissed you again. you felt the guilt again. you both talked about your days while drinking wine. after both of you got a little tipsy at the couch, his hands started to move around your sides while he kissed you. he placed you in his lap. you pulled his hair while kissing him, eliciting the most sinful moan out of him. he whispered “i fucking love you” into your mouth, choking on his breath. and that alone would be enough to make you wet. he really is so pretty like this. desperate for your touch, lust and admiration in his eyes, all yours. you felt guilty again. because only you knew this was the last time he’ll feel you like this. he gets loud when he drinks, you knew that. but still you were surprised how loud the moan that came out of his mouth when you started grinding. and this made you wanting more. still grinding on now his hard cock, you moaned “tetsu –nrgh ah. j-just fuck me already.’' he chuckled. “okay. let’s get you to the bedroom first, hm?’’ “no. no, i can’t- want you to fuck me here.” you said. “feeling needy today, huh, kitten?’’ you nodded while kissing and biting his neck, giving him bruises. after all, you wanted to feel him more, one last time, right. but giving him marks was evil. it felt like you gave him a reminder of this night, of you leaving. you felt guilty, once again. he lifted you off of his lap so he could unzip his pants. you were lazily kissing him while undoing his shirts buttons. after you were done undressing him, he undressed you in a minute. he touched your sensitive cunt. “you’re already so wet for me sweetheart.’’ you blushed at his comment. he pumped two of his fingers in your pussy, earning a moan from you. “tetsu- wait, stop. i don’t need stretch. just fuck me. please.’’ you said. he looked confused. ‘’whatever you say, kitten.’’ and with that he removed his fingers and licked them. you looked at him weirdly and he said “what? you taste good. can’t i taste my pretty kitten?’’ not being able to form a thought, you only moaned. he moved his now shiny lips to your tits. kissing one and groping the other. “hm? is it that bad if i wanna taste my baby, when she’s all wet for me?’’ he said. you once again, moaned. he bited your nipple while pinching the other. you were growing impatient. pulling his hair you said “are you gonna fuck me or do i need to do that all by myself?’’ “ooh someone’s impatient.