#bb.dark

As he grew more focused on his business, he ignored potential suitors until his mother had come to him about seeing a marriage agency. In fact, he still wasn’t interested until his mother invited him out for a dinner one evening with Atsumu in tow. The day ended with both brothers having been set up on dates with women that their mother approved of.

Osamu didn’t have any feelings for his wife, but she was at least able to hold her own job and wasn’t too fond of romantic relations either, with her own mother setting her up on a date with him. To him, it was a business transaction that had hit off within two dates. She was humorous when she wanted to be, she seemed to respect his boundaries, and they settled on only one kid to make their families happy, needing no other romantic interests in each other. It was more like a friendship with a contract. It was a much more peaceful marriage process than Atsumu’s, of which his suitors were never up to his standards, leaving their mother at a loss for words.

You were just a contract. A child that they would care for as emotionlessly as your parents cared for each other. But something changed. Whether it was your first word being his name, your first steps being towards him, or even just him noticing his life was a little less bland and a lot more fun when you were in it, he was grateful for you. His dread of children was washed away when you called out to him and gave him a hug after a long day at work, replaced with happiness of being your father. However, this in turn changed things between him and your mother.

She refused to have you call her mom, mama, or even mother. You only referred to her by her name, showed her respect, as if she was your boss rather than the person who gave birth to you. As you grew older, she seemed to find things to blame you for, always upset at you and even talking in the dead of night about how she wished she could’ve had a son instead. It always hurt, but you were able to handle it when she tossed hurtful comments your way, Osamu being there to comfort you.

But it just caused more arguments as you got older.

Even though you were still in school, you were soon to graduate and hadn’t planned on what to do afterwards like most people your age. Some even planned to stay home for another year to figure things out, but your mother didn’t like that idea for you.

“You’re going to go off to college after you graduate, whether you like it or not! This isn’t up for discussion, [Y/N],” she coldly said, glaring at you from across the room. Sitting at her desk doing work, you hadn’t wanted to talk about this, but she seemed eager to hear your plans.

“But Hikari, it’s common for teenagers to spend time at home before leaving for college now. I don’t even know what I would want to do, so why should I waste my time doing something I don’t love? Dad said—”

“Of course he said something. He always says something to make you feel like you’re worth something, doesn’t he?” She practically spat, fulling turning her chair around to look at you. “Your father owns and works an Onigiri shop, something he knew he’d want to do. I didn’t know what to do in high school, but I still went to college and figured it out, and so shall you. The earlier you’re gone, the better,”

“That’s not what d-” you’re cut off once more.

“I don’t care!” She stood up from her chair, making you back up in fear, only serving to make her lips smirk as she placed her hands on her hips, before the scowl came back. “Your father loves to coddle you, so of course he’d want you around for another year. He’d probably want you around forever, since he’s so fond of you. It makes me wonder how fond,” her eyebrow raises as you take on a look of confusion.

“What do you mean? He’s my father, of course he loves me,”

“Yes, but I’m his wife and the only time he spends with me willingly is at night when it’s time to sleep. I hear you two giggling in your bedroom at night, don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Can’t figure out what to do, so instead you’d sleep with your own father, is that it?”

“How dare you think I’d do that!” You yell back at her, making her recoil in shock. “You may not care for me like a mother, but that doesn’t mean your husband shares the sentiment! He’s trying to make my life easier so I don’t turn out like a wrinkled old bag like you!” You huff, putting your own hands on your hips. “Is that why you had to do an arranged marriage? Because you slept your way to the top and nobody wanted sloppy seconds? Do you only think that he loves me because I have a hole between my legs? You’re disgusting,”

“Me? Disgusting? You just insulted me to my face, called me ugly and a slut all in one! You should be ashamed of your actions and apologize!”

“No, I’m an adult now. I may be young, but I deserve respect, too! Especially from my own mothe-” you’re cut off as the word begins to leave your mouth, a stinging pain in your cheek from where she slapped you.

“Never call me that. I am not your mother and you are not my daughter. You’re nothing more than a little slut who has seduced my husband and is trying to kick me out of my own marriage. Go to your room. I’ll decide which university you’ll be going to when you graduate, and I’ll make sure it’s as far away from here as possible,” she sneers, walking back to her desk as you barely hold back your tears. With no words of confirmation, you quietly run to your room, shutting the door and collapsing on the bed, letting sobs wrack your body.

It was a busy day for Osamu, hardly getting a break to eat his lunch before he could close up. Usually on his breaks, he calls you to see how you’re doing, since he knows your mother can be a hassle when he’s not there, but he didn’t have time today. It’s a surprise for him when he gets home only to be greeted by his wife and not his daughter, who usually welcomes him home. Unenthusiastic about her presence, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek before she can get his lips, moving to put his stuff down. “Where’s [Y/N]? She usually greets me,”

A huff from Hikari tips him off something happened, before she even opens her mouth. “Oh please, that thing has been holed up in her bedroom since she got here. Didn’t even say hello,” she then takes on a more pouty tone, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him into the house. “Don’t worry about it. I made your favorite dinner, nice and hot, so let’s eat,”

“Well, shouldn’t I get my daughter so we can eat together?” Another frown on her face. He knew she hated when you were referred to as his daughter, like he was boldly talking about a mistress rather than his flesh and blood.

“Don’t bother. She’s been in a mood after I told her she’s going to university after she graduates,”

“University? We had previously discussed she could do what she wanted, as she is an adult. You can’t force her,” he tries to explain, rubbing his temple, then looks at her with an accusatory glance. “You just said she didn’t greet you, so how did you two end up arguing?”

“Uh— Arguing is a bit dramatic, isn’t it? I told her what she’ll do and she was stubborn, that’s all.” Rolling her eyes and faking a smile, he wasn’t buying it. “Shouldn’t you be happy your wife is here to greet you and fix you dinner? Don’t worry about her—”

“No, I will worry because I care for her. I’ll be back once I talk to her,” Osamu finally said, pushing his wife away as she tried to lean in for a kiss, leaving her fumbling in the kitchen. He knew she probably did a lot more than just ‘tell you to go to school’ like she said, but he was worried that she pushed you too far.

Opening your bedroom door, the first thing he noticed was hastily put together luggage next to your bed, with what looked to be the shirt he got you for your birthday sticking out of it. Closing the door behind him, he locked it so Hikari wouldn’t bust in unwelcomed as he talked to you. She had a habit of interrupting his conversations with you when she felt jealous. He thought it was absurd that she could think in such a way, as if you were threatening a perfect relationship. He didn’t love her and he’d divorce her but there has never been a good time to do it. Sitting on your bed and seeing the snot on your sleeves and the dried tears on your cheeks made him think that perhaps a good time would be sooner than later.

“Hey, wanna wake up for me?” He whispers, leaning over you. Completely sleeping in bliss, you’re unaware of your surroundings. Sighing and leaning back, he taps on your back and shoulders to see if that will wake you. It’s a method his mom would use to wake him and Atsumu up when they were younger, but it seems like you’re in too deep of a sleep to feel his touches.

The thought that follows that makes him practically hop off the bed, standing beside it as he looks down at you. It’s just an intrusive thought, nothing to think anymore on. He’d never actually consciously think about feeling you up while you’re asleep. That’s… that’s wrong. Not to mention you only recently turned 18, what kind of person would take advantage of that?

Sitting back on the bed, he can only hope you stay asleep as his hand travels from your shoulders down your back, hesitating before moving further down. The way you fell asleep has one leg bent with the other straight, so he keeps his hand going over your ass and between your legs, feeling his pants tighten as he thinks of what’s underneath. It’s wrong on so many levels, but a deep part of him tells him it’s not wrong if nobody knows. Not only that, he loves you more than his own wife, whether it’s familial or not, so he’s not touching you out of ill will. Feeling his body heat up and his mind run rampant at the fact you’re still asleep, he moves your shorts to the side a bit, wiggling two fingers underneath your panties as his other hand unbuttons his own pants. It’s so dirty and wrong, but nobody can disturb this moment and he hasn’t felt real pleasure in so long, desperate to know what you feel like and if he can get away with it.

He backs out almost immediately though, removing his hand as you move, legs moving until you’re groaning, rubbing your nose into your pillow. He’s able to quickly button his pants back up, using his hand that was just against your clit to rub circles on your upper back. “Hey baby, you finally up?”

“Daddy? When— When’d you get here?” Your groggy reply has him mentally sighing in relief. If you seem like you didn’t know what he did to you, then he shouldn’t be worried. Rubbing your eyes, you roll over to face him, slowly sitting up. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you when you came home, I— I was just tired,”

“Now don’t worry ‘bout not greeting me. I know you were a little more than just tired,” he takes on a soft tone and gently brings his hand up to your cheek, the one he hadn’t seen yet, the one that had a mark blooming on your skin. “What’d she do to you?”

“It— I accidentally called her mom again. We got into an argument,”

“Was that it?”

“At first. She’s jealous that you show me more love than her. She thinks I’m trying to take her place, so I told her that she was wrong. She slapped me because I talked back,” your chest started to heave as you held back sobs, trying to finish talking before the dam completely broke. “I’m starting to think maybe I should finish school living with Uncle ‘Tsumu instead,” more tears plopped onto your twiddling hands. “I don’t wanna be the reason your relationship fails, daddy,”

Little do you know that the gears are already in motion, but Osamu just sighs and tugs you into his chest, letting you cry into his work shirt. “You’re not living with ‘Tsumu. This is my house and if you want to take a year to figure out what you’re doing, then you can stay here. She’s just gonna have to suck it up,”

“Okay,” it comes out almost intelligible, but he understands. He doesn’t know how long he pats your back while you cry in the comfort of his arms, he can only think about what he did and what he was about to do. And what his mind wants him to do. It isn’t until you pull from him does he break out of his trance, looking down at you wiping your cheeks. “Can you do something for me, please?”

When he said yes, he expected plenty of things. Divorce, scolding his wife, even dirty things only he would think about. He didn’t expect the dirty thing to be fucking his own wife, instead of his daughter. “Ah, honey, right there! Don’t stop!” Hikari moans, fingers digging into the pillows as she practically screams out in pleasure. Osamu has barely made any noise, forcing her mouth against the pillows to muffle her moans and screams as he tells her they’re not alone. Even if it was your idea and his wife doesn’t care, he feels dirty sleeping with her instead of you. It almost feels as if he’s cheating, which is a horrible thought he tries to ignore.

Hikari’s squeals make him only roll his eyes, knowing she’s only acting the way because she’s showing off that he’s sleeping with her and not you, which is almost a disgusting thing to think about. She’s jealous of something that doesn’t exist. His love for you was most likely always going to happen, she just doesn’t know that. Even when he’s close to finishing, he has to grit his teeth and close his eyes as he imagines he could be fucking you instead, with your ass bouncing on his cock and your pretty face streaked with tears of pleasure. The small mental image has him pushing over the edge, pulling out of his wife before releasing on the bed below them, rubbing his cock against her pussy as he comes down from his high.

“Wh- Why didn’t you finish inside me?” She whines, pushing her ass against his cock and rubbing. “I want to feel you inside me, ‘Samu,”

“We’re not using protection, so I didn’t want to risk it,” is all he says, chest heaving as he tries to get rid of that image of you in his head. He can’t live his life like this.

“It’s okay, I’m your wife, you know?” She continues to pester him, giggling when he flips her over, only to drop her smile when he practically glares down at her.

“Wife or not, you’re not fit to be a mother. So I’m not going to finish inside you,” is all he says, before getting up and heading into the bathroom, leaving her to pout on the bed. She can clean herself up, it’s not his problem. He may have upset her with that, but it’s what she deserves and what she needed to hear. Coming out of the bathroom, she’s curled up in bed reading a book, ignoring his presence. Struck a nerve indeed, he did, but it’s not his problem, as he decides to watch some TV before bed.

The next day is a day off for Osamu, letting the other workers run the shop while he takes a much deserved break. Waking up alone isn’t something he’s used to, but he doesn’t mind an empty house with no crazy woman to deal with. Well, mostly empty. You’re still here, since you don’t have school today, so he thinks maybe today can be a day where you two just hang out without worrying about third parties interfering. Getting up to get his morning coffee, he doesn’t expect to see you up already, in the hallway, exiting the bathroom.

His only thought was that he knew your body would be beautiful bare in front of him. The thoughts of you calling his name while creaming around his cock come flooding back in, his eyes unable to stop from roaming your curves and using his imagination to place what’s under your hands and arm. It’s only when you gasp, profusely apologize, and run into your room, does he actually break from his trance. Now not only is he sporting a hard boner now, but he did so by looking at you, his daughter’s, naked body. To add more salt, you were aware of the situation.

“Fuck,” he muttered, running his hand down his face. He didn’t think you’d be up for a daddy-daughter date this afternoon, anymore.

On your end, you were so stunned from everything that happened, the only thing you could do was lean against your closed door, hands covering your breasts as everything processed. You had expected an empty house, waking up to complete silence as you figured out what you were going to do. Starting your day with a shower, you didn’t bother bringing any clothes because of the supposedly empty house, which ended up being the mistake that made everything weird.

Your whole body felt hot as you put on a big t-shirt, coming down to your mid-thigh, mind running laps as you processed how Osamu, your father, reacted to your naked body. Was your mother right to worry? Was he actually attracted to you— at least your body? The thin material of his sweatpants made his cock look so big, it made your insides warm thinking about it. Even as you pull on a pair of panties, you can feel yourself wet from the sight of him getting aroused. It felt so dirty, but you just couldn’t help it.

Laying down on your bed, you spread your legs and slid your hand under your panties. You may have just taken a shower, but you had to deal with these urges or else suffer taboo thoughts for the rest of the day. Plus your thoughts were completely private, nobody knew of them, so it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time thinking of dirty things. You couldn’t help thinking about last night, how your mother was screaming in pleasure, even though it was disgusting, but if his cock was as big as you thought it was, you couldn’t help it. Thinking of you in that position, laying underneath Osamu as his cock ruts against your most sensitive areas, making you see stars. Unlike those fleeting boy crushes, he was an experienced man who probably knows his way around a woman, able to easily make you finish within minutes.

However you saw him yesterday has completely changed, your body craving his touch and his body after catching a glimpse of a boner from him. It makes you feel so dirty thinking of him that way, but a part of you wonders if it’s only normal? Not because of what you saw, but he’s always been there for you, loving you with no conditions contrary to Hikari, so it only makes sense that you’d end up feeling this way, right? Only serving to feed into your delusions, your fingers work faster against your clit, tiring out your arm until you’re seeing stars and biting down on your t-shirt, toes curling as you finally reach the end you were striving for. Instead of thinking those thoughts are horrible in your post-bliss, they only serve to make you want more.

No, this is wrong. You need to apologize.

There’s nothing else about it. You don’t need to be on eggshells around Osamu, that’d only serve in making your mother suspicious something is up. Plus, you don’t need your only security net in this dysfunctional family gone. With a set goal in mind, you wipe off the juices from your hand and leave the room, expecting him to be in the kitchen. Is it forgetfulness and comfortability that has you in only a long t-shirt and panties? Or is it the fact that maybe, just maybe, you want those fantasies to not only be fantasies? Telling yourself the former, you walk into the kitchen to see nobody there. Peaking into the living room, the house almost seems empty. Thinking perhaps he’s too embarrassed to even possibly be around you now, you accept defeat and trudge back to your room, only to stop in front of your door.

You don’t know whether it’s wishful thinking or simple coincidence, but you notice the master bedroom door is cracked open, hardly enough to see inside, but enough that the sounds from inside aren’t as well muffled as they should be. Curiosity has never urged you closer to the door than in this moment, finding your breathing shaky as you listen to the moans and groans inside the room. Is he.. Is he touching himself? To the brief image of your mostly naked body? The thought makes your stomach warm, thighs squeezing together as you’re faced with a choice to either open the door or go back to your room. Nothing can ever go back to the way it was, but crossing the threshold could mean the end for many things, as well as the beginning of many.

Creaking the door open, you expect Osamu to turn around, looking in the doorway to your slightly shaking frame, instead he doesn’t stop, never faltering. The well lit room hides nothing, your eyes landing on the pink panties you just threw in the hamper in his hand, pushed up to his nose. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, pumping away as his arm flexes with each pump. The thought of him sniffing your dirty laundry so shamelessly has arousal building in your lower stomach, making your panties even wetter than before. You two can never go back to how you were before, but a part of you is okay with that.

Completely lost in a fantasy world, Osamu doesn’t even notice you’ve opened his door. He did intentionally leave the door open a crack, just to see if you came out of your room or even if you were just like him, but it backfired when he completely ignored the creaking of the door. Head filled with a lusty haze and the image of your naked body, more fleshed out, bouncing on his cock had his hand moving faster as he sniffed your dirty panties. He shouldn’t be doing something so shameful, but he just can’t help how you make him feel. It isn’t until the door is shut does he realize someone’s seen him. Using your panties to cover his obviously hard cock, he turns to see you leaning against the door, feet shifting as your thighs rub together.

He can’t even get out any words, too stunned, seeing you push yourself off the door as you sway, hands gripping the edges of your shirt — one he gave you years ago after you had a nightmare. “It’s not very nice to go stealing my underwear, you know?” Your voice is so sweet to him, but it breaks his trance as guilt and regret fills his body. That is, until his eyes watch as one of your hands pulls up the shirt, your other one going between your legs and rubbing against your pussy. The same one he’s been dreaming about since he almost touched it. “If you want, I could give you the pair I’m wearing, instead,” your breath becomes shaky, but you keep going. Sliding them off, you barely manage to get your legs out of them before he’s sweeping you off of your feet, lips pressed against yours with a passion he hasn’t given to anyone.

Osamu can hardly believe it when you begin to kiss him back, hand coming behind his head before he sets you back down, breaking the kiss. “You know I’m gonna do more than take your panties, right? Is that what you want?” Leaning away from you, he sees the wavering determination in your eyes and has a dreading feeling you’ll back out, make it so he chases you until you’re out of his sight, but instead you simply wrap your damp panties around his cock, making him bite his lip. You were so wet, touching yourself to your own dirty father touching himself to you.

“Yes, daddy. I want this, if you’d have me,” your answer is swiftly met with a kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he brings you to the bed. A silly sentence to say, he thinks, finally letting his hand sink between your legs where he has been dying to touch. It’s all he’s wanted for the past day, thinking of you and your sweetness in every waking thought. He doesn’t want to take off the shirt, finding it as a claim to your body as he simply pulls it up to gaze upon your breasts. Always a giver and less of a taker, he doesn’t wait in putting his lips on your skin, letting his tongue taste you. “W-wait, they’re sensi-ti-” your gasps only have him putting in more effort on your nipples, rolling one of them between his teeth as he uses his other hand to rub and tweak the other one. Using both of his hands to massage your breasts, he presses open mouthed kisses all over them, sucking on the skin before moving his mouth lower.

With his mouth right in front of your pussy, he isn’t surprised when your legs try to close up, him having to press kisses to your thighs to make you relax. “It’ll be okay, don’t worry, baby,”

“But— isn’t the taste weird? What if you don’t like it?” Your question is so innocent, but it tells him all he needs to know about you. Taking your virginity only serves to make his cock bob in anticipation, eager to take it. Chuckling, he pulls your up so you’re practically folded in half, your pussy completely on display for him.

“Any man who doesn’t give as much as he takes isn’t worth your time. And your daddy will always be worth your time,” he simply says, pressing a kiss to your folds before diving between them. He’s waited long enough to touch your most sensitive area, he’s not gonna wait to taste it, as well. Plus, your squeals under him have his cock throbbing at what’s to come. If his mouth brings you this much pleasure, that you’re tightening your grip on the hem of your shirt, only to move to grabbing your breasts, trying to ground yourself, he can’t wait to see how you react to his cock inside of you.

Kissing, licking, and flicking his tongue against your clit and slurping up any juices has you seeing stars, toes curling as your eyes roll at the feeling of your high washing over you. Your body feels so tingly and sensitive that you can’t help but twitch as Osamu sets you down, rubbing his cock against you. Worried about being able to take him well, you feel your face get hot as you watch him rubbing his cock against your soaking wet pussy, sighs of satisfaction as he does.

Pushing your legs back, he finally lines himself up as you watch, waiting for something to happen. “You sure you want this? You can still back out,”

“I’m positive.” Even going as far as to spread your folds, rubbing your middle finger against your clit, you show him as well as tell. “I want you to be my first, daddy. I want you to fill me up,”

Even if he had planned on using protection, your sudden declaration of him filling you up would make him not want to. It’s not that he wants you pregnant, but rather he wants you to feel all of him and he wants to feel all of you. With a nod, he pushes into your tiny hole and has to practically hold his breath from busting on the spot, with your walls squeezing him so much. “Relax, princess. We got time,” he shushes, moving down to press kisses to your face and neck. Feeling him gently rock himself into you, you were able to relax and let him move in even more, stretching your hole more as your velvety walls spasmed around him, trying to milk him. “Fuck,” he groaned, then finished sheathing himself all the way, making you mewl from the sudden thrust.

You felt completely full, as if he was everywhere and anywhere in the moment. His hips began moving, starting off slow that would have his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls and feeling his balls flush against your ass. Increasing his speed, you had to dig your nails into his shoulders as you held on, having his move so fast that your body rocked with each thrust, juices gushing out of you. His cock was covered in your juices and his own precum, coating the outside of your cunt and dripping down his balls.

“You gonna take it?” He suddenly groans, making you open your eyes and look at his sweat covered face. “You gonna take all my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up? That’s what you want, right?” A nod from you is all you can muster, but he moves your leg into the crook of his elbow, freeing his hand to squish your cheeks together so you face him. “I wanna hear you say it,”

“Yes, daddy!” You slur, sticking out your tongue as you feel the beginning of his load empty out inside of you. “Fill me all the way up, please!” The last part of the sentence comes out of grit teeth, as your back arches and your eyes roll back. It’s so pleasureful, feeling a heavy load fill your walls that you can’t help but let yourself completely go, spraying watery juices all over Osamu’s abdomen, dripping down onto his sweatpants.

Osamu can’t believe his eyes, truly. Watching you come undone on his cock is even better than he could have imagined, as he way he’s your body twitch and feels your walls spastically gush around him makes him even harder inside of you. Making you squirt, however? Just from filling you up with a load of cum? Fuck, he doesn’t even let you enter a post-bliss state, worried you’d want to stop when he’s only getting his engines warm. You can barely refute him as he starts fucking into you again, pushing his cum out of your little cunt with each thrust. He’s gonna fuck every pent up load into you all before his stupid wife gets home.

For the rest of the day, Osamu has you trying out different positions all just to hear you scream and mewl underneath him, telling him how good it feels when he fucks you like an animal starved. It makes him feel good to have someone actually love him, wanting him to feel just as good as he makes them. Whether it’s you putting in the work to bounce on his cock so he can grab and play with your bouncing breasts or you on your knees in front of him and his cock on your tongue, you don’t want him doing all the work and doing all the giving. He makes sure to clean you up, too, wiping down the sweat from your body and the copious amount of cum dribbling out of your abused cunt. It isn’t until Hikari pulls up do you two separate, you going to do homework while he watches TV. None the wiser than she was yesterday, Osamu can’t help but smile when she passes by him, letting her kiss him on the lips moments after he made you cum on his tongue.

Each day is a day full of giggles with a game of secrecy. How long until Hikari actually catches you two? How long can you two spend together behind closed doors before it’s suspicious? You get better at muffling and holding back your moans and Osamu gets better at not ogling you whenever you two aren’t alone. Spending time in your room doing ‘homework’, Osamu brings you your dinner and even helps you with some stuff, all while Hikari sits in her little office typing away, ignorant of your bed creaking in time with his thrusts. Whenever she has a long day of work, she takes a long bath and you end up on Osamu’s lap in the living room, bouncing on his cock while a movie plays to cover your mewls and his groans.

It isn’t until after you graduate does the secret get out.

Working at Onigiri Miya on the surface was a job that would keep you close to Osamu and stay at home, making Hikari annoyed that you’re still in the picture. Threatening a divorce if she tried to send you off to a college without your consent, you were free to live at home and work with your father, having more than familial moments in the back of the shop when everyone else went home. It gave you both room to spend together without worrying about someone finding out by seeing you laying on a table with your legs on Osamu’s shoulders.

“I swear, the spicy tuna onigiri brings good luck!” Atsumu swears, taking a bite of the good food.

“I think it’s just wishful thinking, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says back, rolling his eyes. You’re off handing other customers their orders, but you can’t help but giggle at the conversation between your dad and uncle.

“If Aran was here, he’d agree!”

“Nah, Aran likes the crispy seaweed onigiri. Told me himself,” Osamu shoots back, not batting an eye.

“No he didn’t, he’s been busy,”

“He stops by every once in a while. Maybe he just doesn’t let you know when he’s in the area,”

“Are you trying to insinuate something?”

“Okay, you two,” you butt in, handing another order of spicy tuna to Atsumu, “no need to fight when we got other customers.”

“What about you? Do you agree, doll?” Atsumu asks, giving you one of those girl-swooning smiles.

“Actually, I don’t have a favorite, so I don’t think any are more lucky or special than the others. They all taste good, so that’s what matters,” you shrug, making Atsumu’s smile fall.

“You’d say anything to not be on my side, wouldn’t you?”

“Not completely true,” you then sigh, then nod. “But yes,”

“I’m being ganged up on, here,”

“Food’s food, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu says, rolling his eyes.

Atsumu stayed at least until closing, talking about old school stuff and his team with volleyball. Most of their old friends had retired, living a comfortable life and meeting up every once in a while to catch up. Atsumu had only recently retired, so he spent most of his free time chowing down on food Osamu made for him. Waving goodbye to him, you could only sigh as you switched the sign to close and turned off the neon sign, signaling the end of your shift. Well, at least until Osamu tugs you into his chest and kisses you on the head.

“Tired again, huh?” You giggle when he only sighs. “Should I close up by myself, then?”

“Not a chance. Get yourself in the kitchen,”

It isn’t long until you’re in the same position you were in yesterday, one leg bent and held up by his arm while he rams his cock into your cunt, heavy moans coming from your lips with each pump. Resting your head on the counter, your fingers run down the surface as drool spills from your lips, keeping your focus on not having the one leg on the ground buckle. With his one arm holding up your leg and his hand resting against your side, his other hand pushes pieces of onigiri into your mouth, keeping it in your mouth so you don’t spit it out. Moaning, you lick the excess rice from his fingers and suck on them, bringing him to his release and filling you up. Pulling out, he lets the excess run out and puddle on the floor before pushing back in, making more squeeze out, going for another round and only focusing on you.

Atsumu couldn’t believe it. He dropped his wallet when he was eating, probably just slipped out of his pocket. He should’ve double checked before leaving the restaurant, as this has happened before when he doesn’t wear a coat. With the warm nights that spring brings, he hasn’t bothered with wearing a jacket, but he might have to so he stops accidentally losing things. Even though the store says it’s closed, he tries the door and finds it’s unlocked, making him confused, but still going inside. Though, he immediately forgets why he was there when he hears the moans and groans echoing in the empty shop. The only two workers when he left would’ve been ‘Samu and you, so he’s confused as to why he hears those noises. Going around the counter and looking into the kitchen, he can’t take his eyes off the display he sees.

Osamu, his brother, is fucking you on the counter in his shop after hours. If he’d had known this is what he was missing out on, he’d have left his wallet behind on purpose long before now. Completely ignored by the two of you, he just watches as your eyes roll and leg twitches as Osamu pumps a load into your cunt, pulling out to smear some of it on your pussy like he’s claiming it. Atsumu doesn’t know if he’s upset you two didn’t tell him about such a juicy secret or if he’s upset he didn’t get to lay claim on his pretty little niece first. Clearing his throat and knocking on the wall, he makes his presence known.

Covering your chest and looking away is the reaction he expected from you, but Osamu just stares at him like he’s expecting something. “Did you need something? Or you just being a pervert?”

“A pervert? I should be calling you that, ‘Samu. Screwing your own daughter? Does your wife know?”

The answer Osamu gave wasn't necessarily unexpected, but the tone of which he chose made Atsumu's eyes widen with surprise. “I don't care what that old hag thinks. If you're so bent on spilling our little secret, it's not going to change much of anything,”

“Your whole life could be ruined if I told your wife, you know? Really going to let me spill the beans on you?” Atsumu asks, but he wouldn't dare tell. Especially not if Osamu lets him have a taste. Even now, you're all curled up and covering yourself as if your dearest father's cock is currently buried inside of you, like you can keep any more of your innocence from him.

“I know you better than that, 'Tsumu. We've always had each other's backs, why would that change now?” He simply states, even rocking his hips into you that has your leg twitching, your harsh whispers of telling him not now. Atsumu can't help but laugh, nodding and getting closer to the two of you.

“You're right, I wouldn't snitch. Although, it's a bit sad you didn't let me know before. Too scared I'd take her away from you?”

“As if,” Osamu scoffs, his thumb rubbing your clit, making you twitch and mewl. The sight of you makes Atsumu's cock twitch, his jeans getting tighter with each noise. “Nothing can beat our first time together. You're welcome to try, but I doubt it,”

“Well, then I can't back down, can I?” Atsumu gives off simple smile, but his mind is full of nothing but dirty, disgusting thoughts of what he could do to you. Of course, Osamu pulling his cock out to let his previous loads drip from your cunt reminds him you're still owned by someone else, but Atsumu will take sloppy seconds this time. Watching as Atsumu unzips his jeans has you scrambling to move, unsure of what's about to happen.

“Wait, Uncle 'Tsumu—”

“Don't worry, doll. You trust you dear old daddy, don't you?” A nod from you. “He wouldn't let me near you if he didn't trust me. No need to worry 'bout a thing,” Atsumu pecks your lips, looking to see Osamu has backed off completely. You're pulled off of the counter, legs wobbly as you hold onto Atsumu as he picks you up. Osamu may have strength leftover from his volleyball days, but Atsumu is stronger, able to easily lift you onto where his hard cock is waiting for your drooling pussy.

Osamu finds himself on a stool, stroking his cock and spreading your leftover juices all over the skin. “It'll be alright, princess. Daddy's right here, just let your uncle have a taste, okay?”

“Okay, daddy,” your voice is so innocent, so sweet, Atsumu can't hold back, pulling your hips flush against his, groaning at the squeeze you immediately give him.

“Oh, fuck,” he swears, immediately setting into a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock while he holds you up. The sheer strength of him keeping you up combined with the sensitivity from Osamu has you creaming on his cock, making him curse again. He's never been more thankful for leaving his wallet, letting him have the opportunity to feel a nice, young cunt squeezing him again. “Finishing so soon? I just got started,”

“‘ish gooood~” you slur, tongue hanging out as you dig your nails into his shoulders and your legs tighten and twitch in his hold. Your fucked out expression and the consistent string of moans from your lips has him thinking you really are like a doll, just a gummy little hole for him to fuck.

It's not long until he feels juices to gush from your pussy, dripping down and staining his jeans as his balls slap against your ass, making an echoing sound in the kitchen as your moans join it. The brothers keep their moans to a minimum, Atsumu occasionally looking over to see milky fluid dribbling down Osamu's cock and his hand, chuckling at how much of a degenerate his brother is. Feeling your walls squeeze around him once more, he gives a few harsh thrusts up into your cunt before spilling his load into you, moaning at the feeling of you milking his cock.

It's the last orgasm you could have of the night, your body limp in Atsumu's arms as he sets you on the counter, letting his cum ooze out of your abused cunt and onto it. “Think I can have her for the night?” Atsumu suddenly asks, getting his breath back. Osamu sends him a glare, but he brushes it off. “Come on, I promise I'll give her back. One night, and I'll keep your dirty little secret.”

Osamu agrees, letting his brother take your unconscious body home, as you had fallen asleep from your last orgasm. He worries what Atsumu would do to you, but he also knows he can trust him to not hurt you. The only problem is going home to Hikari, who seems elated that Atsumu picked you up from the shop and you decided to spend the night at his house, eager to get her hands on Osamu and spend all her time with him. He regrets not having you there that night, but you were delivered safe and sound the next day, stuffed full of your uncle's cum and a toy keeping it all in.

It started a new thing for Osamu and you to enjoy doing, having your body shared between your father and your uncle, with both of them cleaning you up at the end of it. Atsumu had something to do with his free time and he also provided an easy alibi to give to Hikari whenever she wondered why you two weren't at the house. Why, all she needed to hear was that you went out with friends and Osamu's hanging out with him and some other alumni from Inarizaki, easing her worries. She doesn't need to know the friends you're with are the same people Osamu's hanging out with, the same people who are having a taste of you on their cocks and their tongues. The quickies from before are replaced by actual time spent between the two of you, maybe adding in a third or a fourth, but it ends with you happy and him even happier.

Truly, nothing could ruin this blissful atmosphere he's created with you. Not even the baggage that thought he still loved her could tear you two apart. It was only a matter of time before she realized that he had found love in someone else, someone who she despised. He fell in love with everything Hikari isn’t, she just didn’t know it yet.

When Hikari tells him about her business sending her out of the country for a week, he could hardly contain his joy. As emotionless as he could muster, he congratulated her on her promotion and offered to even help her pack for the trip. It was just a small business venture and she said she’d call him every night to let him know she was alright, but he could honestly care less. Watching her fill a suitcase the night before her flight reminded him of how she tried to send you away from him and how he dearly wished Hikari would be sent away from him for good. It just gave you two the freedom to dirty every surface in the house without worry.

Whether he was bending you over the back of the couch while you watched your favorite show or making you cockwarm him so he could read the newspaper, he made sure you were always close by and always dressed for him. Skirts and no panties, draped in his shirts with lacy panties that hid nothing, a cute sweater and loose shorts paired with thigh highs, anything that gave him easy access or that he liked seeing you in was fair game. Even Atsumu and your ‘little’ friends would come over, spreading your holes wide open and drenching your prettiest clothes and your pretty face in their cum, painting your body with load after load. Nothing was better for you, having your father love your body and show it off to his friends and hearing their compliments. It was a twisted way of thinking, but you were well past the point of no return, rather accepting their compliments with an open mouth and a dripping pussy.

Every night had you ending it in someone’s lap, cock still inside as your working cunt milked every last drop of them. Osamu always made sure to clean you up, tucking you in his bed as he joined you, kissing you goodnight as you peacefully slept. The minutes turned to hours and the hours turned to days and before you knew it, the week was up and you two were so lost in each other’s touch all week, you didn’t even register that your time alone together was drawing to a close. With minds only focused on each other, it was no surprise the two of you couldn’t hear the phone ringing nor when a car had pulled up the front of the house. Even the door being knocked on and unlocked went unnoticed, lips locked as Osamu rocked his cock deeper inside of you, making sure your sensitive walls felt every single rub against them.

He heard the gasp before you did, a bag dropping on the floor in shock as he looked up from your body, seeing Hikari, his wife, in the hallway across from him. It wasn’t horror on her face, just rage and jealousy as she watched him rock his cock into your warm cunt. Grabbing your hair and tugging your head back, he made sure your scream of pleasure had no muffles as your high hit, toes curling and legs tightening around his neck as he brought his lips to yours, finally muffling the screams. A few more pumps of his cock into your gushing cunt had him finishing inside, a low moan as he licked your lips, giving you another kiss that had you two swapping spit.

“Osamu, how dare—!” Hikari was cut off by Atsumu, dressed in nothing but a towel covering his lower half exiting the bathroom, tutting at her.

“Should’ve stayed wherever you went, lady. You’ve been replaced,” he grinned, practically pushing her out of the house. She could smell the alcohol on him, meaning he was drinking. In her house.

“How dare that slu-”

“Oh, shove it. Go find some young cock to suck, hag,” he sneered, pushing her outside the door as she gasped, stumbling. He waved and smiled as he shut the door, making sure the locking of it was audible enough for her to hear. Whistling and dusting off his hands, walking over to where Osamu had his mouth buried between your thighs as your fingers dig into his scalp. “Don’t forget to leave some for me,”

At his request, Osamu gets off your clit with a loud ‘pop’ noise, lapping at the excess around your pussy, letting Atsumu kneel down and get his tongue in your messy cunt, slurping up his brother’s cum and your juices. Feeling your hand come to the back of his head, he only smirked as he suckled on your clit, pushing two fingers into your cunt while Osamu removed himself from your lower area. Moving up to your mouth, you eagerly stuck out your tongue to welcome his hard cock in your mouth, moaning around the appendage as you made sure to slurp any cum coating it.

One thing the two of them could agree on, is that you’re a damn treasure they enjoy and nobody will stand in their way.

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.

The store was never busy at this time of night, with only an hour before closing. Most of the time he even closed up shop around this time since the lack of customers only made him wish the time went by faster so he could sleep. Lighting another cigarette, Ukai blows some smoke as he leans back a bit, stretching a bit. The chair was decently comfortable unless you sat on it for too long, making his legs ache to move.

Despite the lack of customers, the store wasn’t quiet. You were also there, stocking shelves as a way to help him out. Occasional movement of boxes and your little grunts as you had to reach up high or get off the floor let him know where you were. Coming from behind the shelves, you waved at him before heading into the back, getting another cart of items to shelve. At least you weren’t bored out of your mind.

A thought came to him in that moment. Putting out the cigarette, he slides the stool back as he gets up, stretching his legs a bit as he does. His steps are quiet as they head in your direction, leading him in a corner of the store where you’re putting out water bottles and juices, humming a tune. Completely lost in your own world, completely vulnerable as he watches your skirt swish as you reach up and then as you bend down, picking up more bottles. A small glance is all it takes, looking to see you’re wearing the lacy panties he gave you recently, the ones that gave him easy access.

You jump when you feel a hand on your ass, whirling around to see Ukai standing behind you. “You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that. I could’ve whacked you with a power drink,” you giggle, but really pay no mind. Nobody is in here, after all, so there’s only one person who would be in here. “Did you need something, daddy?”

“I’m bored and you’re not. It’s no fair,” is all he says, letting you smell the recent cigarette on his breath. There aren’t many things you dislike of Ukai, but his chain smoking worried you. “I thought you could help fix that,”

“Your boredom? You could stock—”

“No need to act all innocent. Wearing that particular pair..” his voice trails off, but you only grin as his fingers trail under your skirt, over the lace. “Like you expected something,”

“Thought I was gonna have to bend in front of the register if you didn’t go chasing for me. It’s never busy, so I thought I’d be safe,” you sway a bit, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “Are you surprised? Upset?”

“Upset? Never,” he kisses your forehead, then he continues peppering kisses down your face, fingers inching closer to your inner thigh. “Surprised, however,” he pauses his kisses briefly, then glances around. There’s an empty space on the wall next to the drink shelves, but it’s also in view of the windows. Logically, nobody would even come by at this time of night, but there’s always a chance. Then again, you would only be able to see if you were coming from the school direction, which was unlikely to happen. You don’t seem bothered, obviously, if anyone were to see, so he decides to take his chances.

Pushing you against the wall, he makes sure to split your legs so he can have unrestricted access to the sweet flower between them. You make it easy for him, wrapping one leg around his waist that gives him more room to explore. He knows your body as if he’s read it a thousand times, easily finding your clit and rubbing the area as your grip on his shoulders tighten. He’ll make you weak before he finally gives you pleasure, suddenly thankful for the gift he gave you, noting it was worth every expense.

All it took was a few rubs to your clit to have you practically soaked, your juices coating his hand as you struggle to stand up, balancing on the ball of your foot as your back arches. Noticing you slipping, he managed to hike both legs around his waist, with your hands keeping you secure on his shoulders. With you ready to go and him ready to pop, he manages to slide down his jeans, no unzipping right now, enough to let his cock breathe. It’s hard enough that it rubs against you, lightly bouncing on the mound that covers your clit.

There’s no time to waste, really, as he pushes into you. With the lights on and you two obviously doing something against the wall, it doesn’t take a genius to let the gears move and out everything into place. But the thought of someone walking in? Walking by? Or even the thought of your mother walking in only to see you completely writhing in pleasure on her new husband’s cock? It makes him feral. It makes him want to push you against the windows and fuck you stupid. Even now, he’s barely done anything to you and you’re already moaning and squirming, pressing a hand to your mouth to bite on as if it could hold back your moans.

He doesn’t want that, of course, moving your hand away as he presses his lips to your jaw and cheek, keeping your wrist in his grasp as his other hand holds onto your thigh. Even though he has you, he wants more than he could possibly ever receive. Pressing you against a wall and defiling you for the second time that day is thrilling but it only makes him greedier, moving his lips down your neck to mark your skin. If anyone asks, you’ll tell a lie about your ‘always busy’ boyfriend, but he’ll always know the truth.

Anyone passing by could tell you two had a complex relationship, but this was much more than he hoped for. Completely splitting you in two and rubbing his cock against your sensitive walls, he managed to bring you to the edge of your orgasm, having you hurling into one as you shake and your eyes roll. Had you been naked beneath him, he’d see your whole body coated in sweat and your muscles tightening.

Your orgasm just keeps you sensitive, making it so easy for him to completely devour you as he chases his own high, getting you off again when his pace doesn’t falter nor slow as you ride it out. When your hand leaves his shoulder, he lets your other hand go to hold onto you better, practically slamming you down on his hips as juices splash between you two. Your nails go behind your head to dig into the wall, scratching for something that isn’t there while your back arches from the stimulation.

All it takes is a few more strokes and your moans manage to form a sentence of his name. “Daddy, I’m— it’s-!” You can’t even manage to finish as you twitch and gasp, completely soaking the bottom of his shirt as you gush. Knowing he’s gotten you completely fucked out, or almost, makes him also tip over the edge, a groan as he fills you up and you mewl, gasping as shallowly ruts against you, making sure you got every drop.

In the post-bliss, an alarm comes from his phone signaling it’s store closing time. With a heavy sigh, he slips out of you as his cum follows, dripping onto the floor in a puddle. Your legs are too weak to stand, you sliding down the wall to sit in the puddle, more oozing out of you. He’ll have to move you somewhere else to continue, since his cock is still hard as he puts it back in his pants. Flipping the sign over and locking the door is all he has to do, first.

The chiming of the bell rang across the building, signaling to everyone that lunch period had started. Walking the way he usually goes, Kenma headed up to the next floor before getting to the staircase that led to the rooftop. Before he could place his foot on the step, though, he heard his name being called. “Kenma!!”

“Hm?” He looked in your direction, his foot receding as you bounded your way over to him. Instead of stopping, you kept up the energy and bounced, pulling on his sleeve. “What’s going on?”

“I have something I wanted to show you!” You started tugging him. “It’ll be quick, I promise,” you giggle as he shrugs, but follows you. Your quickness is like that of the tortoise, always taking up lots of time and he’ll probably be stuck with you until his next class period.

Going back down the way he came, you ended up going down an empty hallway, the only people being you two and another second year that ended up walking past you two. Turning off the hallway, you two were alone like that. Which, normally, wasn’t bad, but Kenma knows you like to be adventurous and can expect you to do outrageous things in an empty hallway like this.

Stopping to open a closet door, he’s confused until you turn on the light and lock the door, giddily turning to look at him. He knows that look on your face. “I learned a new trick but I can only show if you if you promise to be quiet,” you hold your pointer finger over your grinning lips, only taking them away when he hesitantly nods.

Sinking down to your knees, Kenma has his reservations about the supposed trick you’re going to do, but doesn’t do or say anything. It’s not like you haven’t done something like this before, just never during school hours. Especially in a janitors closet. Unbuckling his pants, you lick your lips as you easily manage to undo the restraints hiding back his growing bulge. A tint of pink adorns his face, but he’s covering it up with his hand as you use your tongue to gently encourage his cock to its full hardness.

Practically drooling before you can even put it in your mouth, you let some spit go from your tongue and lather it on his hot skin, moaning as you press sloppy kisses to the sides. He knows this isn’t the new trick you have planned, since you always start by basically worshiping and salivating all over his cock. Using your hand, you move your lips to the underside as your finger begins rubbing over his slit and pumping his cock. It feels so good, but when he feels your tongue and lips descend to his balls, lapping and gently sucking on them that has his legs weakening.

With your lips on his balls and your sopping wet hand pumping his cock, it’s not long before he’s grabbing at your hair and tugging you closer, letting his orgasm go. You’re quick about it, moving your hand so that all of his seed splatters against your hand, dripping down onto your exposed chest. When you unbuttoned your shirt, he doesn’t know, but he does know that you’ve learned to tease his balls as well as stimulate his cock. Pressing a kiss to his still hard cock, you giggle as you rise to your feet, licking his excess off your hand.

“That was a good trick. You deserve a treat,” he pants out, sliding down to the floor. He needs to let his legs rest before he’s wobbling to his last period of the day, so he encourages you to sit on his lap. If you two were at home, he’d be pressing his face between your legs and sucking your pussy like is life depends on it, but he can’t afford to waste more time than necessary.

Eager to get your own treat, you slide your panties down your legs, letting Kenma get a good view of what’s under your skirt: your glistening pussy just from giving him a blowjob. Taking them off, you stuff the sticky fabric between your breasts before kneeling down to ride him. You don’t mind your knees are on the floor, too focused on getting his hard cock to line up with your dripping cunt.

Feeling his tip brush over your entrance, you immediately sit all the way down so you can feel him all the way inside. He’ll never get over how warm and wet your walls are, always so eager to have him inside you. You have similar feelings, already beginning to bounce as you let out soft moans between each bounce. He had to press his lips to yours, muffling them. Breaking off, he keeps your face close to his as he pants, feeling your hands tighten around his neck. “You can’t be too loud. Someone will hear,”

“I’m sorry, nii-chan. You just feel so good,” you quietly cry, beads of tears falling from your eyes. So easily stimulated, just like him. You’ve only just began and your bounces are faltering, mouth hung open in a silent cry as your eyes practically cross. He takes your hanging tongue in his mouth, sucking on the muscle as you ride out your orgasm on him. He’s just as close as you, hands digging into the flesh of your ass and bunching up your skirt, having to hold onto something while he pumps you full of his cum.

Soft mewls come from you, your body still rubbing against him for friction as your cunt continuously clenches around him. It’s like a continuous orgasm, you never stop squeezing him as he softens and hardens again, getting friction just from shallow ruts. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you quietly giggle as you remove yourself, pulling your panties from their temporary pocket. Pressing them to Kenma’s mouth, he greedily sucks on them and dampens the fabric more with his spit, but laps at the small essence of you on it.

The bell signals lunch is over, and though he didn’t get to eat anything, Kenma finds himself satisfied enough to not be too bothered. You don’t try to keep him any longer, removing yourself and quickly clenching your thighs together, keeping his cum inside until your panties are back on. He’s soft enough to tuck himself away, brushing and dusting off his uniform while you button your shirt. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you leave the closet first and he waits a good five seconds before leaving himself, glad to see nobody is in the hallway or near it. He exits from the opposite side of the hall, knowing it’ll be longer to his class but not wanting to accidentally give anyone a clue of what just happened.

Too bad he missed a pair of eyes at the other end of the hallway.

Once last period was over, Kenma had to stay after school for his club activities. Your club had a break for the day, so that explained why you were so eager to spend time with him during lunch. Before you left, you found him before he entered the gym, pressing a kiss to his cheek and saying your goodbyes. Yamamoto could only weep as he wished his sister would be as nice to him as you were to Kenma, making Kenma cringe. He didn’t know the full story and Kenma hoped it stayed that way.

Unbuttoning his shirt, Kuroo came up behind him and leaned over his shoulder, making him glare at the open locker. “Yes, Kuro?”

“You know, someone’s gonna catch you being dirty with your little sister if you’re not careful,” Kuroo says, a shit-eating grin when Kenma glares at him. It’s not out of hate, but more so out of fear. “I won’t tell anybody, but I will tell you to cover up a bit more,” his finger slightly brushed over his shoulder, where a hickey was made from the previous night. “Might make someone jealous,”

“Sounds more like you’re interested, if I’m not mistaken,” Kenma just gives him a knowing look, one that Kuroo only smiles at before getting off the locker.

“Maybe so, who knows?” He shrugs, walking out of the locker room and into the gym. Kenma can’t help but smile.

Part of being on the roster for the Olympic team included rigorous training. Although he didn’t mind the extra training or the early mornings, he did feel bad about leaving home for the majority of the day, only getting home after dinner when you were too tired to greet him with anything more then a hug and a peck on the cheek.

Ushijima sighs at the memory of you all teary eyed the one night you had fallen asleep waiting for him, only waking up when you felt him give you a kiss on the head. He probably needed a day off so he could just spend it with you, but he didn’t think he could with only a few months before the Olympics. Even now, as he lifted some weights and talked to Hinata and Kageyama, you plagued his thoughts.

“Oh, Ushijima-san, your phone is ringing,” Hinata said, pointing to Ushijima’s bag which had a bright light coming from the pocket. Indeed, it was ringing and who else on the other line but you?

“Hello? I’m currently busy, can it wait?”

“I need help,” your whine came through the speaker. Ushijima didn’t think too much of it, since well, you need help with lots of things, so he didn’t really take your whining seriously. “It hurts so much, I don’t know what to do. Nothing helps!” Your whine is more of a moan, but the thought of you in pain has Ushijima’s entire plan for the day shattering.

“I’ll be there shortly. Please wait,” is all he says before hanging up the phone. Hinata, curious, asks what’s going on. “My sister is in pain from something, so I have to go check on her. I’ll let coach know if I see him on the way out,” he bows, then grabs his bag and turns to leave. He didn’t even bother putting things back like he normally does, too busy worrying over what could you make you be in so much pain.

Despite you both growing up and being adults now, you have never been alone and never been able to deal with being alone for so long. When you graduated, you only asked to live with your big brother so you could see him more, but he’s really only at home to sleep, which wasn’t in your plans. That’s why you always try and wait for him and often end up climbing in his bed when he gets home real late, or even when he’s already asleep. The thought of him not being there when you’re in pain has guilt bubbling in the pit of his stomach, his thoughts telling him that he should spend more time with you.

The commute to the gym and his house is only a few minutes, which he easily jogs to speed up the trip to arrive at the place. His keys are already in his hand ready to open the door by the time he arrives, ready to be greeted by your cries of pain. Instead, he is welcomed to an almost empty house. Confusion knits in his brows, looking around as he closes and locks his door, waiting for you to pop from behind a wall or door and surprise him. A prank would be better than putting him on edge as he discards his shoes and bag, walking through the house.

When he gets to the hallway, he hears you. Your moans and whines almost echo in the empty hallway, his footsteps almost silent as he pads to your room, stopping when he gets to it. Opening the door, he sees it’s empty, your presence being strewn across the room as your sheets have been muddled and comforter thrown off, hanging off the edge. More noises come from a different room — his room, so he continues on in there. His worries of what’s happened to you makes his heart speed up, but he feels it keep the pace as his eyes finally land on you.

Donning one of his shirts, fresh out of his dirty laundry, is you, on his bed with your legs spread and a hand between them, drenched. Furiously rubbing as whines and mewls leave your lips and tears stream down your cheeks, your noises mostly muffled by the hem of his shirt between your teeth. You look completely exhausted and he can see his white bedsheets have darkened from how much of your juices keep leaking from your puffy pussy, never stopping. The simple sight of you pleasuring yourself on his bed and in his shirt has his heart pounding as he watches, but he then clears his throat and turns away, willing himself to not do anything he’d end up regretting. “Is this the problem?”

“Toshi..” your whines have his eye cracking open, looking at your tear-filled eyes looking at him. “Nothing helps and it’s always aching when you leave me. Please, I need your help,”

“I can’t help you with this,” he simply says. “It’s inappropriate,”

“It’s your fault and you won’t even help me? You’re being mean, nii-san!” Your cries are more of disappointment than pleasure, but your sniffles are the breaking point for him, watching as you cry and rub your snotty nose with the sleeve of his shirt. “I thought you loved me more than that,”

He sighs, walking closer to you, stopping when you look up to him, bottom lip quivering. “I’ll help but if it doesn’t feel any better, I’ll stop and leave you alone.” It’s all he needs to say for your eyes to shine like he just told you he’d give you the world and the stars above. Crawling on the bed, he feels his throat dry at the sight of you practically gushing just as he looks down at you. The taboo pearl of his sister lays before him, his mouth watering at the urge to place his tongue against you, but he settles with only his fingers. Using his thumb, he manages to easily rub against your clit while he slides two of his fingers into you, wet noises accompanying it as more gushes from you. All you do is hold onto his shirt, keeping it almost covering your face while he rubs and gently thrusts his fingers into you.

Sensitive from your furious rubbing from before, it’s not too long before you’re squirming and squeezing your legs, Ushijima’s broad body preventing you. A flick of his thumb against your hard clit has you screaming as you finally find the release you’ve been aiming for since you began, aftershocks wracking your body. Completely over sensitive from it, you can only squeeze around his fingers and loll your head back, but manage to regain mobility as he removes himself. “Where are you going?”

“I helped. My job is done,” he states, continuing to move away from you. He’s obviously hard in his pants and knows a moment longer and he’d end up crossing a boundary — one he doesn’t know if it exists anymore.

“I’m still.. I want more. I’m not satisfied,” you start up more waterworks, making his heart ache just from a glimpse of it. In a way, this is his karma for leaving you so often, for taking you in so you wouldn’t be lonely then only giving you time to be lonely. He knows he shouldn’t, but a part of him says he needs to make it up to you and his bias in his pleasure is overridden by your sniffles and pleading eyes. Another sigh, another dipping of the bed under his weight, and suddenly he’d got you pushed against the mattress as his lips press against yours.

You keep him close, fingers scratching at his neck as you desperately try to keep him as close as possible, not wanting to let go. He simply won’t allow it, thankful he was in his gym shorts still. The elastic waistband allows for him to pull it down with ease, using one hand, as he frees his aching cock from its confines. He brushes the tip of his fingers against it, groaning when he feels how sensitive he is to a small touch. Rubbing himself against you has you both letting out a low moan, you previous orgasm and arousal helping him glide inside.

With your legs securing him even closer to you, he almost doesn’t want to even think of leaving your warmth. Perfectly molded to fit him completely, he can’t help but shallowly rut into you, rubbing against your gummy walls. When you whine for him to move, he realizes your legs have fallen to the side. “I want all of you, Toshi,” your cute plea for him is all he needs as he changes his position. He doesn’t even need to tell you what to do, your hands immediately going to hold the back of your thighs as he makes sure to not hurt you as he lifts himself off of you.

Moving his hips at a rapid pace, he only knows each time he hits deep inside of you when you cry out in a higher pitch, your cunt gushing even more and slathering all over his skin. Whenever the resounding sound of him colliding with your slick skin enters his ears, he knows he’s hit as deep as he can, pulling out only to go chasing more of your walls rubbing against him. Each pump inside of you had milky fluid bubbling out, your back arching as you dig your heels into the mattress below and can only let out a string of squeals with each deep dive. He doesn’t know how long he even managed to last before his hips are stuttering, sweat soaking into his shirt as he manages to pull out, coating you and his shirt in milky cum that drips down.

Instead of a blissful sigh in satisfaction, you still whine as your legs lock around him. Your words are so muddled together and unintelligible, you end up using your hand to move his cock back inside of you. “Inside! More!” You manage to whine out, wriggling your hips as your legs try to push him back in. The desperation for more of him, for him to completely fill you up has him abiding by your request, his own pleasure once more being replaced with the thought of him doing it for you, none of this is for him.

Despite his words telling him that, his thoughts trying to sound conscious and stable, he finds himself once more enjoying your warmth and the sticky fluid coating the both of you. He has to lick his lips in want as you even manage to swipe some of his cum off of you, lapping it up as your tongue lolls out, flicking against your digit. He knows you’re only doing it because you can barely see and speak straight, but he can’t help but think of it as you putting on a show for him, your eyes glazed over as your legs can’t even keep him close to you, too busy shaking from pleasure.

The sweating running down his body makes his shirt completely stick to his skin, making it almost uncomfortable until he has to uncover you, keeping his hips moving as he manages to slide off his drenched shirt. The sight alone has you squealing in pleasure, completely drenching his abdomen as your whole body locks up from the stimulation. Moving his hands to your thighs, he keeps your legs completely spread as he tries to get to his own finishing line, your body becoming almost completely limp as your hands dig into his pillows, the only sign you’re still conscious. Even your screams of pleasure are one silent scream, mouth open with no sound.

A final push, one more thrust into you and he’s finally giving you what you want, your body practically sighing in satisfaction once it feels the first drop of his cum. His load is so hefty, his cock practically leaves you nothing but a gaping hole as it oozes from your fucked out hole. With your horniness completely sated, you only manage to give him one more line before passing out. It’s practically gibberish, but he can tell what you’re saying.

“You’re welcome,” he pecks your forehead, coated in your sweat as you completely pass out. He feels as if he’s worked out at the gym all day after dealing with you, almost too tired to get up and clean himself. Almost. Once he cleans himself up, he’ll deal with you and your mess, but for now, he can’t bear moving you from your content resting state.

“I’m just worried about you,”

“Natsuo-nii, I’m fine. I’m not in any danger,” you let out a small laugh as he huffs, hearing him sigh on the other side of the line. “I know you have your doubts, but daddy’s better now. He’s changed as a man,”

“That doesn’t mean he’s a better father. I know you say you’re fine but I can help but worry. It’s just how I am, okay?” Another sigh. “I’m worried about my baby sister, that’s all,”

“Baby sister? Natsuo, I’m an adult, you know? I can take care of myself just fine,” you take a glance at the clock on the microwave, eyes widening as you realize the time. “I have to go make dinner, we can talk later,”

“Okay, be safe,”

“I am,” you smile as you hang up. Natsuo has always been protective of you since you were young, being close in age only by a year. He was always the one who called you to make sure you were okay, as well. He really didn’t need to worry, though, since you enjoyed taking care of Enji. Enji would always come home around the same time, so you wanted to make sure dinner was hot and ready when he came back.

Once it was ready, though, you ended up waiting almost an hour before putting everything away, deciding to go to bed early. If he was too busy with hero work, he’d probably be home much later and would buy himself a small meal to keep him going. Stripping down to your underwear and putting on an old shirt of Enji’s, you crawl into bed and easily drift off to sleep, exhaustion washing over you.

You’re fast asleep when Enji comes back, who goes to straight to his room to discard of his hero suit, rolling his shoulders once free of the material. He didn’t expect you to go to bed, but he does expect to see you in the den, reading a book as you wait. When he finds your presence missing, no lights on except the one over the sink, he decides to check your bedroom.

Most of the bedrooms are empty, as they are the old ones of his other children. Yours is closest to his bedroom, next to where Fuyumi used to be. Without a light on, he has to enter the room and, using a small flame as a source of light, is able to discern your sleeping figure on the bed. Due to the warm temperatures, you only sleep half clothed and hardly with a blanket on, your body curled around one of your pillows as you sleep soundly. A gentle smile crosses his face as he hears the soft breathing, but it drops as he continues into the room. Coming closer to your form, he clicks on the lamp nearby as he sets it on the dim setting, dropping the flame as he sets himself on the bed behind you.

You don’t move as he brings his hand to your hips, large hand moving down your body and over your thigh, squeezing the flesh there. A soft noise leaves your lips as he brings his hand lower, however, pressing a finger against your clothed pussy, rubbing against the wetness it finds. A frown is on his lips as he presses into the wetness, before he’s moving your panties to the side, sliding two fingers in to find you absolutely dripping. Clicking his tongue, he removes his fingers from you as he adjusts himself between your legs.

With you still soundly asleep, he manages to strip you of your panties and hike your legs onto his shoulders. Asleep, but aware, you gasp as he brings his fingers to your cunt once more, his lips wrapping around your clit as he does. Using his tongue to lap up any extra juices, he keeps his lips to your skin while his fingers pump into you, pressing harshly against your walls. The lewd noises that come from each thrust has him sucking on you just a bit harder, his free hand moving to rub his cock through his boxers. Your hands twitch as your head lolls back and forth, moans and breathless pants coming from you as he continues to bring you closer to orgasm.

Removing his fingers entirely, he uses his hands to keep you nice and steady as he laps and sucks at your pussy. A swipe of his tongue has your eyes fluttering open, hands moving to dig themselves in his hair as you moan out his name, a question in sleepy voice. “Daddy?” He doesn’t answer you, just looking up from between your legs as your eyes are still recovering from sleepiness. Another harsh suck on your clit has your eyes shutting, a hand on your mouth as you try to hold back your scream of ecstasy. He doesn’t stop, continuing to help you ride out your orgasm as he flicks his tongue over your gushing hole. Eventually, though, he does set you down as you come down from the high, arm draped over your head as you do.

“You were a bad girl,” he says, breaking the silence. You immediately look at him, a frown on your face as you do. Shaking your head, he beats you to talking. “Couldn’t wait up for me and touching yourself? You know I don’t like it when you do that without me,”

“I didn’t touch myself, honestly,” you’re scrambling to get yourself sitting properly as you speak. “I got sleepy and went to bed thinking of you, but I never touched myself, daddy,”

“So you were just thinking of me? Couldn’t wait for me to get home?”

“Well, no, but I knew you’d end up waking me up when you did get home, so I didn’t worry about it. I’m sorry if I upset you, daddy,” you pout, fully on your knees as he leans on the bed. Close to your face, he analyses your sincerity. After a beat or two of silence, he sighs, moving back.

“You didn’t upset me, pretty girl,” the nickname has you perking up, a smile coming across your lips. “Just a bit hurt you went to bed without me. But now that you’re awake, I can properly put you to sleep,” he then motions with his finger for you to roll over. Obeying, you position yourself on all fours, feeling his hands run up your sides before moving to the front, grasping your breasts as you sigh at the feeling.

He moves himself close behind you, hard cock rubbing against you as he continues to massage and knead your breasts, lips on the back of your neck. Whining and moving yourself back only results in his touch stopping, so you try not to move too much as you feel one of his hands leave your chest, moving down to slide his cock between your folds, coating it in your juices. When he deems himself coated enough, he’s pushing his fat cock into you. It’s always big, easily splitting you in two as he easily glides in each time. Your cunt pulses around him, squeezing as he is able to bottom out, tip nudging against your cervix as he does.

Tired as he is, he doesn’t want to drag out anything and immediately gets to slamming his hips into you, your arms dropping your top half as you scream into the pillows. Fingers dig into them as his hands hold onto your hips, a bruising grip that has you biting on your lower lip. Muffled noises aren’t allowed, his arm circling around your throat to pull you up from the pillows as your hands go to scratch at it. “I don’t want you holding back,” he grunts, continuing his harsh pace as your eyes roll, cunt gushing around him as he does.

Keeping you on the stimulation path, he brings his other hand to your clit, rubbing it in circles as you moan, gritting your teeth after as drool begins to spill from your lips. Bringing his lips to your shoulder, he presses soft kisses that contrast his rough treatment, cock bumping your cervix as stars fill your vision. With him rubbing your clit and his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls, you’re soon creaming on his cock with a scream.

Continuing to drill into you through it, he drops your body back to the futon as he cages you in with his arms, driving himself towards his own end. He’s never far behind after you finish, his hot cum flooding your insides as you mewl at the feeling, fisting the pillows. A few more sharp, shallow thrusts until he’s pulling out of you, cum oozing out right after. It feels good, feeling it coating your folds and dripping onto the bed. When he moves away from you, though, you know you’re not done.

With the strength you have left, you make sure to properly position yourself in front of his cock, still hard as a rock. Even though he usually gives you a few loads before letting you go, he knows you’re exhausted. As a show of mercy, he only gave you one. Pressing your lips to his tip, you lick away your creamy goodness from him, rubbing the rest of his cock with your hand. Lapping and soft sucks around his head, you move down with your tongue as you look up at him, swallowing as much as you can of him. He’s big, much bigger when he’s in your mouth, but you always manage to please him despite only fitting half of him inside.

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Using your tongue, you continue to clean up any drippings from you. Along the shaft, pressing open mouthed kisses to it, licking over his balls, gently sucking on them as he groans. It’s always nice to hear him make sounds of pleasure, the noise making your cunt clench as more of his cum oozes out of you. Lapping and sucking at his balls, you finally bring your lips and tongue back to his cock, cleaning up any excess spit and creamy cum, licking your lips as you do. With him mostly being clean, you wrap your lips around his head as your hand pumps his cock, feeling his hand come to the back of your head as he grips your hair. Another groan and a grunt and then you’re moaning as cum fills your mouth.

“Good girl, clean me up,” he groans, keeping his hand on your head as you make sure you clean up any extra cum from his cock. Satisfied, you give him a kiss on his tip and lick your lips, sitting back on your knees. He presses his lips to yours, rubbing your cheek with this thumb. “Goodnight,”

“Goodnight, daddy,” you wave to him, situating yourself back against the pillows. Under the cover, you rub your legs together as you smile, drifting back to sleep.

Brothels are popular to the singles looking to mingle for a night, hoping to spend it with a sweet Omega and go home satisfied. Others request an escort from businesses that offer them, having an Omega spend time with them at a love hotel. Whenever an Alpha comes around, looking for someone to spend his rut with, it means businesses get lots of money for sparing one worker to a week of steamy sessions. On the other hand, escorts will go to their house or elsewhere to spend the length of their cycle, making them quite popular but expensive.

Escorting is a bit riskier, since there’s the option to go to the Alpha’s house, but thorough background checks are conducted and almost all escorts prefer it compared to being stuck in a brothel. Since escorts are meant to spend time with their customers, many are personally requested and will even spend a day or two before the week begins. When you ended up receiving a notice you had been requested, you hadn’t expected much, just another week of dealing with a rutting Alpha. The details of it were much different, however.

“I-I can’t do that! Apexes are dangerous and much bigger than regular Alphas, I’ve never dealt with one,” you decline the offer, your boss putting her head in her hands.

“I know he’s a bit of an oddball, but he specifically requested you. He also said you two had history, if that changes anything,” she pulled out a file, his background information, and let you see it. The picture was enough to make your mouth drop. “I’ll take that as a confirmation to that,”

“He was an old high school friend, but I never knew..” you trailed off, eyes taking on a tint of sadness. Shaking your thoughts away, you look at her again. “I still cannot take this. It’s too much. Apexes ruts are much longer than average, that’s a lot of money. Did he know that?”

“He did,” she then pulls out a check. Looking at it makes your heart drop and skip a beat at the same time. “He paid extra when I told him you didn’t do Apexes and referred him to someone else. He only wants you, perhaps old feelings to mend?”

“Don’t say that. We weren’t that close,” you huff, but don’t say anything else. Even if you want to mend things up, catch up on old times, he’s probably just wanting a familiar face during his rut. Probably his first rut without someone there to help. That thought makes you sit down, hands covering your face as you think. You would need to properly prepare at his house, which means you’d be able to talk beforehand. Not only that, you’d have complete control of the situation, with your heat far away and unable to be jumpstarted. She doesn’t say anything else, letting you think on it. Eventually, you do come to a decision. “Fine. I’ll take it.”

A decision you’re beginning to regret.

Bokuto is, or was, the nicest Alpha you ever met. Even with you being younger than him, he never tried to establish dominance which so many others did. Sure, Alphas and Omegas were hardly on friendly terms but it wasn’t completely weird. It didn’t help you did develop a crush on him, only to be crushed when he graduated and pretty much left you behind completely. Him remembering you came as a shock, but it was more surprising that he wanted to spend his rut with you. You’ve changed, leaving behind those feelings, but his appearance has you wondering if he’s changed, too.

Despite the nerves in your stomach, you go ahead and knock on his door, double checking to see if it’s the right house. Of course it is, as you hear heavy footsteps running to the door. Bokuto’s as big as ever, easily covering your view into his house as he stands there. “Hey, long time no see!”

“Hello, Bokuto-san. It’s been a long while, hasn’t it?” You smile, walking into his house. He shuts the door while you scan the room. Large and definitely belonging to someone with money, you find yourself nervous all over again. “I expected a crazier house, actually,”

He laughs at that, scratching his neck. “Well it was a bit messy, but the place mentioned cleanliness so I got Kuroo to help me clean it. Oh!” He claps his hand, running off somewhere. You stand there, bewildered, until he comes back with a piece of paper. “They also mentioned requests? To help?”

“Oh, yeah! Things to help you that I can do, like wearing your clothes or cologne, even making some kind of snacks, but I’m not good at that so my talents are limited,” you shrug, giving an awkward smile. He nods, but smiles right back. “And possible behaviors during your rut will also help, but it’s not a big deal if you don’t know,”

“I do have that! I’m pretty aware during my rut since I have to still take care of myself, so I generally know what’s going on,” he says, scratching his cheek. He seems just as nervous as you, making you feel a bit better.

“Okay, well,” you clap your own hands, then gesture to the couch. “Let’s sit down and talk for a few. After all, im here early to prepare.” With you both sitting on the couch, he goes over his list while you help him and discuss anything that he questions or worries you.

The next day is supposed to be the day of his rut, so you make sure to borrow some of his shirts. You can’t help but feel like his actual mate, adorning the large shirt that has his number on it. With a few scattered shirts around the guest bed, you can only sleep and wait for tomorrow, a box of necessities for the next week beside you.

You’re woken up by the feeling of warmth, almost leaning into the heat until you feel hands on your thighs. Despite having this happen before, you still momentarily panic and that brings Bokuto’s nose to your neck, rubbing against the skin as he moves his hands to your waist. His shirt is moved off of you, showing the panties you’re wearing, which are quickly disposed of. Completely awake, you turn towards him, making him get up as he keeps his nose buried in your neck. With him so close, it’s hard to ignore the overpowering cedar scent that permeates your senses. It’s enough to make your vision blurry as arousal pooling in your gut, not only his scent but also the obvious boner he’s rutting against you.

He seems like he’s holding back, but he’s just properly scenting you. With his hands trailing over you, spreading your legs while he rubs his cock against your quickly slicking folds, his nose rubbing against you, it’s only natural to conclude that’s what he’s doing. In return, you wrap your arms around his neck and rub your fingers into his neck, calming him with your touch. It’s enough to sate his scenting tendencies, his head moving down as your hands hang in the air, waiting for his next move.

His next move is between your legs, pressing wet kisses down your stomach until he’s there, golden eyes flickering to yours for a second. With you watching, he makes sure to get comfortable as he presses his lips to your pussy. Although you’re wet enough for him to start if he wanted to, you appreciate the pleasure you’re receiving just by his lips, them pressing to your sensitive clit, and his tongue, dipping into your cunt. His hands are big as they press into your flesh, keeping your legs apart for him as he uses his mouth to completely devour you.

His tongue easily manages to bring you to an orgasm alone, his lips wrapping around your pussy to drink up any juices that spill out. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the strands as he groans, burying his face in even deeper as he focuses on your clit, tongue swirling around it. One hand trails from your thigh, two fingers slipping into your cunt until he’s easily adding a third, getting you to gush around just those three while he continues to suck on your clit. With his hand drenched and the sheets soaked from you alone, he brings his lips up over your pussy, licking and sucking on the skin he finds.

You keep his shirt on, holding the hem up as you watch him slowly ascend up your body, a gaze that demands you to not break eye contact. When he makes it up to your neck again, he licks against your scent glands as you shiver, nails digging into his biceps. His cock is once more pressed to your folds, the underside rubbing between them and getting soaked while he wraps his arms around you. While he’s content with that, soft whines and growls coming from him to assure that, your hand leaves his arm to rummage in the box nearby. It’s hard to find it blind, but your fingers finally brush against leather, gripping it as you pull it out.

As a precaution, you will attach a leash to his collar as away of having control. A sharp tug should be enough to get him to falter or stop in whatever he’s doing, so you don’t worry with trying to get anything else. Bokuto, although he’s pretty deep in his rut, should have enough sense to snap from it. Instincts or not, Alphas tend to stop when their mate, or temporary partner in this case, show displeasure. It’s hard to move his collar around, showing the metal hook to attach the leash, with him constantly rubbing himself against you, but you manage to hook it up and wrap the handle in your fist, giving an experimental tug.

As expected, he whines, moving from your neck as he looks at you with lidded eyes, hips still rubbing his cock against you. You expected an Apex to be much more.. rough and territorial, but he’s definitely better than most Alphas you’ve slept with. When you smile at him, he seems to calm down at that, pressing his lips to yours for a brief moment. Uncommon, but not completely out of bounds. When he breaks it, he moves back and begins to get rough.

It’s like a rope snapped, letting him loose. Easily moving you until you’re on all fours, he manages to not tangle you with the leash. In position, he mounts you as glides his cock inside, keeping his weight pressed on your upper half so only your ass is in the air. He’s much bigger than expected, so you have to pull on the leash so he doesn’t go all the way in, worried of the pain. Even though he doesn’t stop, he manages to slow down until your head is completely pressed into the pillow. With your grip slack, he pushes all the way in as your legs shake, toes curling. Feeling him completely spread you open and bottom out inside you has your eyes rolling as you feel a burning heat in your stomach, hand gripping the bedsheets.

He wastes no time in letting you settle in the accomplishment, immediately caging you to the mattress as his hips slam against yours ass, heavy pants and moans leaving his lips that overpower your meek moans. Each slap of his hips has more slick gushing from you, completely drenching his cock and knot as they push against you. More drags of his cock in and out of you has your head feeling fuzzy, mind falling into a state of pleasure as you gush once more, legs tightening up as the orgasm washes over you. A scream comes from you as he lifts one of your legs, temporarily switching positions to somehow reach even deeper inside of you while you grip the leash, overstimulation settling in fast. Your poor cunt is sore just from a few thrusts, rubbed raw from his cock moving against the sensitive walls.

Bokuto, however, only moves you back onto your back, putting you into a proper mating position as he grunts when you tug. Eyes widening, you panic as he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it in the slightest, in fact only going to drill into you harder with each desperate tug. Fully gone, all you can do is suffer from stimulation as he presses your legs close to your chest, head over yours as you breathe in his musky scent, sending pleasure through your veins as your toes curl and cunt squeezes down on him. With another orgasm ripped from you, all you can do is squeal and scream as he continues to slam down into you, waiting for his own release.

When he brings his head back down to yours, keeping you caged with his arms as yours press against the wall above you, you know he’s coming close. Each huff and pant next to your ear is mixed with murmurs of possessiveness and dirty words that have stars popping behind your vision. Another pump of his cock and a harsh slam of his hips has his knot popping into you, eyes crossing as your back arches as much as it can, creaming around his as fluids gush against his skin. Tears stream down your face as you grit your teeth, feeling his hot cum completely fill you up to the point your stomach bulges at the fill.

Generally, when Alphas knot, they come down from their high temporarily. Instead of doing that, Bokuto continues to rub into you as much as he can painlessly, his tongue licking the sweat from your skin as you grip the leash. He may not have listened to your tugging for slowing down or stopping, but now you’re worried he might try to bond with you. Each graze of his teeth has you high on adrenaline, but your exhaustion is coming quick and you’re worried you can’t be completely conscious for the next round.

Oh well, you think, reaching into the box to pull out some energy medicine. It should help, but you don’t know for how long until you’re needing more.

Hearing Diluc and Kaeya come back with the others, you went out to greet them, but found yourself unable to smile nor speak when you saw the dark shadow covering their faces, Diluc missing. As Kaeya began to apologize, his voice hushed as if he was whispering, your steps were heavy as you tried to go down the stairs. Yet, you didn’t make it, collapsing on the intermediate platform, your strength leaving you as Adelaide and another maid came to your form, trying to help you up. The Knights of Favonius had also come to the manor, holding your complete attention as you tried to muster up the words you were dreading to speak, yet you needed the answer.

“Where… is my husband?” Your mouth was dry and tears had begun to blur your vision, threatening to fall had you received a devastating answer. Kaeya couldn’t speak, though he stood with the knights, his own face trying to not cry as he looked away from you, so a fellow knight stepped forward, his steps slow and gentle.

“Mrs. Ragnivindr,” the knight said, a frown prominent on his face as he looked down at you. Kneeling down, he took your hand, shaking as you feared what he’d say, but he tried to soothe your nerves. Nothing could have soothed your emotions with his next words. “He’s passed on.”

The wail from you had maids swarming to your crumpled form, the knight himself apologizing profusely as tears left his own eyes. Though he had no ties to your family, the raw emotion in your cries hit hard and deep, even the other knights had to look away from the scene. The cries and wails from your body seemed to echo in the manor, further proving your grief as nobody else was with you, making the manor seem even more gloomy than it had upon the arrival of the Knights.

It was a hassle, but the maids had finally gotten you on your feet, guiding you to the bedroom you’d be able to rest and grieve properly in. Even if it’d be a cold bed tonight, you needed to be in the room and left alone. The knights had offered to fetch Diluc, as Crepus was as dear to him as he was to you, but Kaeya was there for you, helping you up the stairs as tears streaked down his own face, but he kept from sobbing. He wouldn’t lose his composure completely until the doors had shut, you both holding each other as the sobs were no longer stifled and the heavy truth settled in, the cold claws of loneliness creeping into your bones.

Though the sobbing tired you out, you didn’t loosen your grip on Kaeya, keeping him close throughout the night as he found it hard to sleep, keeping your warm body close as he felt guilt gnaw at his skin, the urge to spill the truth bubbling up in his throat, but he didn’t. Which truth did he want you to know? That he felt as though he’s betrayed his family and friends? The truth of where he’s from? The fact that he saw Crepus’ body dissolve into the air right before his and Diluc’s clear eyes? He didn’t know which guilt was gnawing at him, he didn’t dwell on it too long, finding himself in your warm arms that held him so dearly for so long that brought him comfort, lulling him to sleep one more time.

The morning only came with a gloom that carried over, as Kaeya had left the bed when you had arisen, the bed being cold with no sign of you sharing it with someone. That single thought brought back the memories of last night, your grief only beginning anew as you felt tears bubble over and slip down your cheeks. A maid was in your room soon enough, letting you hold her as you cried and heaved, snot and tears staining her dress and gibberish whispered from your trembling lips. As you finally settled down, your body exhausted from another intense crying session, you felt your heart squeeze at the reminder you still haven’t seen Diluc, your head leaving the maid’s chest as you wiped away tears.

Taking the offered handkerchief, you give a few more sniffles before she asks if you want a bath or would just like to change clothes. “N-No, I’m fine with just changing clothes. I haven’t seen Diluc, do you know where he’s been?” Her face made you feel the urge to puke, the saddened face as you think that Diluc, your bright and wonderful son, had perished beside his father.

Seeing your tears begin to sprout, she shakes her head. “He went to the Knights’ Headquarters last night, but he’s been avoiding talking to anyone. Even Adelaide and Kaeya are unable to talk to him, so Kaeya left to ask the Knights what had happened last night. He should be back tonight,”

“Oh, god,” you placed a hand over your heart, feeling it beat rapidly. “I began to believe I had two bodies to bury,”

“Oh, you.. you wouldn’t have heard yet, would you?” Her face made bile rise in your throat, fearing what she’d say next. “The Master’s body… has disappeared.”

The beginning of a long time of grief has finally begun, but it began with heavy tears and sleepless nights. Diluc was indeed avoiding people, only acquiescing your demands to talk to inform you of his decision and the truth. You didn’t hear the ugly truth of the Knights but you heard that Crepus’ body had indeed dissolved in Diluc’s arms, getting you to once more lose composure, though Diluc was there to hold you and rub your back, attempting to calm you down. As well as attempting to reason why he’s going to leave you.

“I need to know the truth. You understand, don’t you? You’re my mother, you told me yourself how important it was for me to never waver my sense of justice,”

“I did, I told you to stick to your wits, but I didn’t tell you to die while attempting to uphold your sense of justice! Diluc, my love, I can’t even bury your father and you want me to risk not being able to bury my own child? What kind of mother would I be if I sat to the side and let you go?”

“One who believed in her son,”

“People won’t speak of me so kindly, no matter what my image is. Harsh whispers behind closed doors can spread like wildfire if people find it tantalizing enough,”

“My decision is set. Please,” Diluc’s hand clasps yours, something cold moving from his warm hands into yours. Bringing his forehead to yours, he whispers the last bit. “Please, keep this safe for me. I promise I’ll be back,”

You could only nod, seeing the bright red glow from your hands, the heat spreading through your body just from holding the vision between your palms. Leaving his vision behind would mean he’d need to be back for it, but another part of your mind urged you to still fight for him to stay. If the unspeakable happened… you’d have something. It’s the only thing you can think of, but you also tell yourself to trust him, as he’s always showed he can prosper when his passion burns.

That night, Diluc plans to leave, while you stay bundled up in your room. The maids bring food to your room, letting you eat at the small table in the corner. It’s a tea table, put in there so you could drink tea or wine while reading as Crepus did paperwork, letting you two bask in each other’s company while doing your own thing. You fear it’ll come to collect dust, as you don’t need to sit in the room to read anymore.

Your thoughts are shattered when the front door bangs against the wall, hearing Adelaide scream Kaeya’s name. Running to the balcony, you see Adelaide and a couple of other workers standing in front of the open door, rain hitting the road heavily as some droplets soak the interior carpet. “Is he-?”

“Ma’am, it’s no need for concern. Diluc left without telling Kaeya, so Kaeya ran after him,” Adelaide manages to answer your question from so far below, practically out of earshot. Bowing slightly, she apologizes for startling you. “He was well underdressed for such harsh rain conditions,”

“O-Oh,” you nod, giving a shaky, forced smile. “Is that so? I didn’t.. uh, I didn’t expect Kaeya to be here yet. He mentioned working late tonight,” you say what Diluc told you, briefly, before you finally left him to finish packing.

“He had just arrived back home, but plans abruptly changed, as you can see. I’ll make sure to send him up to see you when he gets back,” Adelaide said, watching as you hesitantly nod, hands clammy as you let go of the railing. An illogical part of your brain tells you to follow Kaeya’s example, running into pouring down rain and muddy roads to catch up to Diluc, your worry for your son coming back. You know nothing will come of it, so you bury that feeling down, slowly going back into the room. Digging your nails into your skin, you bite your lip as tears threaten to fall again.

You just feel grateful when Kaeya finally comes back, hearing commotion outside before it goes almost quiet. Peeking from the door, you see a butler and maid shrugging as Adelaide pounds on Kaeya’s bedroom door, listening for information. That small feeling of relief deflates, feeling as though another bad thing has happened, though you think it to only be he’s as upset as you about everything. Opening the door more, the maid alerts Adelaide, curtsying as you leave the room. “How about I talk to him? He is my son,” you say, voice gentle. You didn’t intend to make it seem like you’re going to soothe pain, but rather crying has ripped your voice mostly from its chords.

Turning to the door, you gently knock your knuckles against the frame. “Kaeya, darling, please talk to me. Is everything okay?”

“It’s— it’s fine, I just needed some alone time,” he says, but he sounds like he’s in pain.

Turning to the entourage outside his door, you ask them to give you two a moment, leaving you alone the door. “Will you let me in?” Shuffling is heard, but no answer. You think he’ll stay behind the door, but a small click catches your attention. Trying the knob, it turns and the door creaks open.

“Don’t be startled,” he practically begs. “Please,”

“Kaeya, why-!” Your gasp of surprise ends your sentence, looking to see the blood soaked clothes tattered against his shoulder, other bits of his clothing shredded on the floor in the same dark liquid. “What happened?” You make sure to shut the door, guiding Kaeya to his bed and trying to look at the wound.

“I- Diluc and I got into a fight,” his voice is quiet, like he regrets it. “He was really angry,”

“Everyone’s in pain, but I think he’s hurting the most. What he did to you isn’t deserved, but I bet he’s feeling as guilty for this as you feel about the fight,” you sigh, noticing it looks as though the gash goes from his upper back to the middle, plus more scrapes and shallow cuts all over his body. “I’ll clean you up, but we need a healer. It’s very deep,”

“I can,” he grunts, even the slightest movement sending more blood gushing, “tell. I tried to freeze the blood, but I can’t do too much,” he sighs, looking down at the hand he wasn’t using to hold his arm, a pale blue glow coming from it. You knew it was a vision, and you wanted to congratulate and spoil him for getting it, but pressing matters came first.

“I’ll ask for Adelaide to get a healer from the church. You, on the other hand, will strip so I can see where I’m cleaning the dry blood from and able to handle the small cuts,” you firmly say, leaving the room. Kaeya smiles as you leave, a thumb running over the cold glass of his vision. He feels guilty for not spilling the truth once more, but he also feels grateful you didn’t ask. No matter of deterring Diluc’s adventure would call for him using his signature weapon to almost kill Kaeya, but no matter how illogical it was you didn’t question it.

After getting a healer, using his hydro vision to heal the deep wound, it was decided that taking a bath would help with the healing process. Though you cleaned up the surrounding area, the vision was able to close up the wound and only leave a large scar, though it was tender to touch. A warm bath would also help the tension in Kaeya’s muscles, letting him rest after so much had happened. You decided to be there to help Kaeya instead of someone else, as he couldn’t lift his right arm, so you two could properly talk. A nagging feeling ate at you, as if there was something deeper that Kaeya was keeping secret.

“You really don’t have to,” he gives a lopsided grin, moving the water with his hand. He hadn’t had someone help him bathe since he became a teen, so it’s odd having you help him.

“Oh, please, I used to bathe you all the time when you were just a little boy. You may be big now, but you’re still my little boy, deep inside,” you grin, kissing the top of his head, his hair rinsed of soap. He leans back a little, looking up at you. Aside from Crepus and Diluc, you were the only other person who has seen him without his eyepatch or something similar. You always thought his eyes were beautiful, though different from what you had seen before, with his hidden eye being a radiant gold. Brushing away some strands from his face, you kiss his forehead.

“Thanks for being there for me,” he smiles as he says it, no hidden secret seemingly guilt tripping him. You only give him a small laugh, running your fingers through his hair as you make sure it’s not tangled.

“We’ve gotta be there for each other, you know? Just us against the world, waiting for Diluc to come back,” you whisper the last bit, feeling guilty to bring him up. You don’t know the details, but perhaps mentioning the one who put Kaeya in such a bad situation would be a bit too salt in the wound right now. Even so, Kaeya mentions nothing and lets you continue to bathe him.

The days turned into weeks and those turned into months, the heavy grief that plagued you that night seemingly gone to the unsuspecting eye. Behind closed doors, though, the grief never left, it was heavy and nobody could help relieve your shoulders. In a moment of vulnerability, you turned to the bottle, drinking the delicious wine with your dinner and then more bottles after. You weren’t a very proper lady of the estate after too much alcohol, so you knew that after two bottles, it was time to continue in your bedchambers. Though you had gotten used to the lack of someone beside you, it was just as bitter as the day it began. Even then, you couldn’t bear the pain of loneliness on some nights, leaving your bedroom to find Kaeya.

Kaeya, who had planned to leave the estate and move closer to the city, after he was promoted to Cavalry Captain in Diluc’s absence. It was a bitter pill for him to swallow, the reasoning he rose in the ranks because of someone leaving. He didn’t leave, he could never truly bring himself to do so. He witnessed the full anguish you suffered at the news of your husband and then you struggled to not fall apart and break under pressure when Diluc also left. You were strong, but you had to be, dealing with the leftovers of running the winery and managing the estate, all while grieving in silence when your bedroom doors closed. Though, sometimes they opened again.

When you first came to his bedroom, it was a shock for him. So shocking, that he got ready to freeze the intruder before hearing your voice. Slurred words and mentions of still missing Crepus, wonders where Diluc ran off to and whether he was alive and fell from your lips, your nightgown swaying with your unsteady balance. He had attempted to get you to leave, but you were insistent on staying with him. Even in your drunken state, you didn’t want to be alone. Talking about how cold his room was, how you were surprised he was able to sleep, you only muttered your loneliness when he pushed you away.

He’s not going to lie, either, you coming to his room became one of the best parts of his day.

During the day, he was busy collecting evidence to use against Eroch after hearing about the traitorous tale he spun over Crepus’ death. It was something he owed to the man who raised him like he was his own flesh and blood, but also for Diluc’s sake. They had their falling out, they had their violent spat, but they were close growing up and Kaeya knew he needed to fix the Knights in Diluc’s absence. When he wasn’t dealing with that, he was visiting the tavern for shady dealings. Drunk men loosen their lips when they’re comfortable and Kaeya’s good at soothing them into a vulnerable state. It almost makes him laugh, thinking he manages to soothe you to vulnerability just as easily.

At night, he came home and knew that you needed company, his company. He craved yours more than anything, realizing just how much time you spent with your attention away from him versus on him over the years. Crepus was the darling of your eye, most of your attention diverted to him, while Diluc was your pride and joy, so it made sense he’d have to share your love with them. You didn’t ignore him, of course, but it felt nice that you wanted to be beside him and spend time with him, even if it was a risky night walk. You crawling into his bed was almost inevitable, if he wasn’t too tired to crash in your bedroom.

It began as him adoring the love you showered him with, knowing deep inside it was your way of dealing with the loss of two others dear to you. Despite feeling as though it was faked, though he knew it wasn’t, he kept up accepting the love, the spoils, the showering. Whether it was new clothing, his favorite meal, or even a new brew for him to test, he loved it all. Then it turned into something… darker. He no longer felt guilty or sad that you gave him affection so greedily, but rather upset that you did it because of someone else. His thoughts gnawed at him when you slept soundly on his chest or beside him, telling him that you should be thinking of him yet your last words are anything but. His relationship with you had started to change, warp, but you didn’t notice and you didn’t change.

The alcohol became as close to you as Kaeya was, as it started only being in your home until suddenly there was something to drink anywhere. You made sure you had a glass whenever you were out for too long, or slipping into the tavern for some wine, but never getting drunk until you were safely within the walls of the estate. Kaeya felt as though he was abusing your unhealthy coping habits, holding you in his arms as one would a lover, you completely vulnerable in his bed. Had the staff not known you or him better, he’s sure rumors would be spreading fast within a single day, maybe even just the night. Trying to keep the alcohol to a minimum wasn’t even an option, as you owned the winery and if you didn’t get your own substance, the other drunkards in taverns wouldn’t get theirs. It wasn’t an actual threat you made, but Kaeya heard the whispers among the maids when you couldn’t hear them, often when you were drinking in the study or your bedroom.

The night everything changed only added guilt to his high pile of sins, but a deeper part of him greedily accepted your advances.

Drinking was still quite common for you, but you had managed to not have as much on this specific day. Even with your dinner you only had a glass, but drank water once it emptied. Why weren’t you drinking as much? Because Kaeya’s birthday had come around once again, the second birthday you’ve shared with him without Crepus or Diluc. Last year, he wasn’t feeling in the spirit to celebrate as much, but neither were you, so it wasn’t a big celebration. This year, you all gathered in the estate to celebrate, toasting to another year to him and also having an excuse for a large banquet party once more.

Many times, parties were held here and each time you’d find fathers introducing themselves to Crepus and then their daughters, hoping good words would get a ring on their finger from your sons. Each time, though, both of them rejected, being far too busy for courting at the moment, making Crepus joke he’d never see his great grandchildren if the boys didn’t find someone they fancied eventually. It made you wonder if Kaeya had perhaps found someone, though there would be no reason to keep something so great from you, but you became curious about it as you revisited the old memories.

When everyone left, you went to Kaeya’s bedroom, bringing a bottle of his favorite wine variation as a late minute gift, though you gave him plenty at the actual celebration. Knocking on his door, he opened the door, already in his nightwear, his bangs covering his patchless eye. “Sorry, were you about to sleep? Didn’t mean to bother,”

“No, please, come in,” he gestures inside, of which you graciously accept. Though you’re aware you’re in the bedroom almost every night, you still find yourself surprised about how cold it is.

“I know I’ve mentioned it, but your room is always so cold,” you chuckle, sitting on the bed. Holding the bottle, you gently shake it and show him the glasses in your other hand.

“Well, call it a byproduct of my vision. Death After Noon, I guess? I didn’t know I’d get an even better present than what you already gave me,” he smirked, but it shifted into a genuine smile as he moved to sit next to you. “Thanks for everything,”

You giggle, nudging him. “You know you don’t have to be so formal whenever you get gifts from me. Such a proper attitude, it doesn’t suit you,” you mention, letting him pour the wine. You were a bit tipsy, you weren’t going to lie, unable to hold your empty glass steady for him to pour. “You’re too playful,”

“Playful? I’m a proper gentleman, I’ll have you know,” he laughs, putting the bottle to the side as you two begin to drink. It’s bitter and sweet all at once, but it’s heavy in alcohol content to the point you’ll be holding onto him completely drunk by the time you finish the glass. He’s aware of this, yet still poured you a little more than he should’ve, hoping you’ll end up sleeping in his arms sooner rather than later. He doesn’t have any ill intentions, he just relishes in your warm and loving embrace.

“A gentleman… yet has no woman to call his own. Any other gentleman would be engaged by now, before he gets too old,” you slur out, laughing at the way Kaeya’s face almost grimaces at your suggestion. “Maybe you’re not looking for a woman?”

“I haven’t been looking for anybody, if that’s what you’re suggesting. Far too busy to be socializing with people unless it’s for work,” he simply says, taking a sip. Though his face is calm, he’s definitely not calm on the inside. Why would you suddenly bring that up? It makes his face warm as sinful images flood his mind.

“I’m sure there are plenty of women,” you hiccup, giggling, “and men, if you’re looking, willing to be with the handsome cavalry captain,” you finish your sentence with a hiccup, signaling you’re definitely more than just a little tipsy. Kaeya can’t help but sigh a bit, your drinking habits lately making him feel guiltier each day.

A wistful sigh, he swirls the dark drink as he leans his elbows on his knees. “If only,” he mumbles, but you don’t hear it over your gulping of the drink.

“I’m done! Fill me up, Kaeya, please?” You lean against him, fluttering your eyelashes as you give a crooked smile. Thankfully, you’re drunk so his sputtering at your words is ignored, but he welcomes your warmth against him as he takes your empty glass, setting it on the table with the bottle.

“How about you take it easy? If it’s cold, we can go back to your room and rest. No need to over drink,” he suggests, placing his own empty glass down. You shake your head, grabbing his arm and pulling him back down. “Oh, come on,”

“No, no, it’s fine. We can make heat together so we can keep drinking. Drinking keeps the day fun and bright,” you slur, laying down on the bed. “This dress is so stuffy, I want it off,”

“Then we should go to your bedchambers! You can change there,” he once again suggests. You agree that time, but reach for the bottle. “Ah, ah, I think you’ve had enough,” he says, bringing you to his chest with a pull of your arm, changing your path off his bed into him.

“Maybe so, but who’s to say?” You rest your chin against his chest, looking up at him with lidded eyes. Pressed up against him and looking like that, he has to keep control of himself as he smiles, guiding you to your room as gentlemanly as possible.

Getting there is no problem, but getting you to let go is one. Refusing to let him leave, should he not come back, you keep a tight grip onto his clothes. “I can’t be in here while you change. It’s inappropriate,” he harshly whispers, but you’re unrelenting in your whines. Although his resilience is surprising, he doesn’t think he can handle your naked body before him, whether the situation is sexual or not. “I’ll be right outside,”

“No, no, no, Kaeya, please,” you beg, tripping over nothing when you sway against him. He begins to think he should be helping you, with you unsteady on an even floor. “What if I accidentally suffocate? You can’t leave me,” your loud whining gets him to quickly accept, shushing you.

“It’s late! You don’t want anyone to be disturbed from their slumber, do you?” He whispers, getting you shaking your head. Sighing, he goes to undo your dress, seeing as you just held out your arms, swaying a bit. His fingers tremble as each ribbon is loosened, the dress finally coming loose enough to slide down your shoulders. He’s behind you, so he doesn’t see your chest as the fabric falls down completely, pooling below. “I’ll loosen the undergarments, then get your nightgown. Don’t move,” he orders, hearing confirmation from you. It’s tempting to peek over your shoulder, easy to do on accident seeing as he’s taller than you, but he keeps his eyes trained on the bindings he needs to undo.

Once those are done, he completely unravels it and lets it go to fall, immediately turning to your dresser, unable to witness anymore of your naked body. Though you need to step out and pick everything up, you just kick it under the bed, deciding to deal with it in the morning. Kaeya gets your attention, holding up a baby blue nightgown, not looking in your direction. “Do you want to wear this one?”

“I don’t need it,” you say, climbing into the bed, pushing the covers away. “It’s Fine just like this,”

“You’re naked!” He almost yells, but instead whispers it harshly. Forgetting that you are indeed, naked, he turns around and has to struggle to not completely lose control at the sight of your ass in the air, bare completely, as you adjust the pillows. When you’re done, you sit against one side and pat the side next to you, smiling as you crook your finger for him to come closer. You’re so completely vulnerable, he can barely bring himself to blink, worried it’s all a dream. “What-!”

“Shh! Sleeping people in the house. Gotta be sneaky,” you hold a finger to your lips, getting up to move, but he goes to the side of the bed, trying to looking anywhere but at you.

“You need to cover up. It’s wrong for you to be so vulnerable with a man around,” he adds, thinking maybe you don’t see him as a man and that’s why your drunken haze has you crawling around naked.

“I haven’t been vulnerable with a man in a while, you know? Lonely nights with no one to please me,” you sadly murmur, almost whining at the words. “But I know someone who could,” you practically purr, grabbing his hand with the nightgown, bringing him into the bed, outfit forgotten.

It’s such a strange feeling, him being against your bare skin as you stroke his face, slurred words of love coming from you. He can’t properly decipher them, too focused on not completely drenching his pants from an unplanned orgasm. You’ve always been warm, but beneath the undergarments and elegant gowns, you’re so soft and plush, making it perfect for him to easily sleep on you. “I’ve been so desperate for someone, I’ve been tempted to look into hiring someone, but I know you’re lonely, too. Nobody to please you, either, yet you always seem satisfied when I come to you, so maybe I can please you,”

“Please, don’t,” he whispers, finding the strength to get off of you. You’re surprised and hurt, even frowning as he adjusts his position, though he doesn’t get off the bed. “I couldn’t bear the guilt of doing something so horrendous to you while you’re drunk. Whether you remember this tomorrow or not, I’d rather us only go that far, if you wanted to,” he quickly added, face hot as he tried to feign disinterest, “when you’re sober. I will give you something, I will sate your drunken lust, but I won’t penetrate you,” he sighs, looking at your face, hardly changed since he began his little speech. “You don’t understand, do you?”

“I do, I’m not that drunk,” you roll your eyes, laughing a bit, but you drop the smile when you see how serious he is. “Okay, I’ll be okay with just being close to you tonight,”

“Alright.” In all honesty, he’s surprised he’s held out this long. Between your spread legs, easily letting him gaze upon your naked body, he feels his pants get tighter with every inch he takes in. You’re as beautiful as he imagined, he just wishes you weren’t drunk so he could enjoy this to the fullest. He loves you, he knows that, and he deeply wants you, but he’d rather you love him like a son than hate him like a monster.

His hands are cold against your warm body, practically burning as he trails his hands from your shoulders and lower. You grin, using your own hands to keep one of his large ones against your breast, your legs wiggling as you watch him get closer to your untouched flower. Well, untouched by a man in over a year or longer. The feeling your wetness under his fingertips nearly had him busting, his pants becoming unbearably tight. Loosening them, only to release his cock, he had to stop your hand from touching it. “No, no, not now. It’s all about you right now. Just enough to get you to sleep.” Seeing you nod, he continues rubbing his finger against you, feeling you get wetter with each swipe of his finger against you. The coldness of his hands is a nice feeling against your skin, but his body is heating up real fast.

Precum seeps from his cock, but he doesn’t even think of touching it as he moves his thumb against your clit, watching your leg twitch at the small movement. With how drenched you are, he slips two fingers inside, surprised by how hot it is and how slippery it is. He’s no dunce, he knows how your body is supposed to work when aroused, but he never expected you to be so aroused by him… or the alcohol. The small thought of the alcohol making you so pliant has his eyes darkening as he scissors his fingers, getting a whimper from you at the movement. Deciding you’re fine with more fingers, he sticks a third inside and rubs against your walls, eager to hear more from you, though he’s ready to hush you as soon as your small whimpers and blissful sighs turn into something louder.

When he feels like his fingers can’t reach deep enough inside, he starts focusing on your clit, rubbing your arousal against it as he watches your face twist in pleasure, silent cries as you rapidly blink your eyes, rolling back as you reach for a pillow. Stopping for a moment, you get a chance to catch your breath as he adjusts his position, pushing one of your legs up to your face and spreading your pussy wide, letting him get complete access to it. If he can’t use his hands, he’ll use his mouth. Rubbing his cock with his drenched hand, he places his lips around your clit and sucks, pleased when you have to bite down on your hand to keep from screaming.

He doesn’t even need to add his tongue, lapping at the gushing you’re doing or swirling it around the perky bud, but rather just needs to suck on your clit enough times until you’re twitching putty in his arms. It’s not hard to do, making you so sensitive that the brush of his lips against your skin make you jerk, your legs falling slack. His own hand pumps his cock, moans vibrating against you as your silent screams come back, with shaky sighs wracking your body and tight grips on the sheets. It’s only a couple of minutes before you’re trembling beneath him as he feels his hand be painted in his own sticky cum, his face drenched with yours. He makes sure to lick up the excess around your pussy, even diving in for seconds between your folds and sucking your clit once more before bringing his kisses up higher.

Getting lost in his own mind, he stops before he goes too far, stopping below your breast, and finally dropping your leg. Moving to your face, he presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead. “That’s all for tonight,” he pants, exhaustion coming over him quickly. You nod, eyes finding it hard to stay awake. Kaeya sighs, but then gets up to clean himself, and you, off, before putting some clothes on you. Last thing he needs is a maid to see you sprawled out on the bed naked, knowing he was there.

When morning came, Kaeya fully expected insults thrown at him and to be disowned, sent away for crude, despicable acts. He slept soundly, but his mind was plagued with you. Waking up, as he still had his duty as a knight, he didn’t expect to see you also up early, chatting with Adelaide and a cup of tea in your hands. Well, he thinks it’s tea, as it’s too light to be wine and it’s in a teacup. “Good morning,”

“Good morning, Master Kaeya. Breakfast has been prepared,” Adelaide said, gesturing to the dining room where his usual breakfast sat. “Just served,”

“Thank you,” he doesn’t look towards you, rather finding his button oddly interesting, or even the small scuffle on his boot.

“Would you like some company for breakfast, Kaeya? I rarely get to see you off for work,” you say, a gentle tone in your voice. A glance lets him know you’re smiling.

“If you’re busy, no need, I know you have winery things to do,” he clears his throat, thinking it’s odd for him to speak so informally, but tries to not dwell on it.

“Well, it won’t go anywhere. Come, I haven’t had breakfast either,” you’re chipper, getting close to him and grabbing his arm. Had Adelaide not stood there, he’d be asking you many questions and also panicking, but he just nods and smiles, making small chitchat on the way. Adelaide has more important things beside eavesdrop on you two, so you’re both alone once in the dining hall, your plates beside each other. “You’re stiff,”

“Can you blame me? I’m unsure about what you’re doing,”

“Simple. I’m showing you I don’t need alcohol to show you some proper love,” your grin makes his face warm, a teasing grin that lets him know you remember everything from last night. “Don’t think about it too hard,”

“I can surely try, but I highly doubt I’ll be successful,” he practically groans, finally getting to his seat. Though he’s not scorned and kicked out, he doesn’t know if your attitude towards everything is what he’d want.

The lack of alcohol in your systems makes you act different, your normally relaxed and composed demeanor turned into something paranoid, anxious, and easily agitated. It’s so hard to just ignore the call of the sweet wine, you find yourself downing a bottle when you settle down to read in the library and another when you’re looking over paperwork before dinner. Your slightly happy demeanor and the emptied glass Kaeya sees when he gets home lets him know he won’t be exploring all the way tonight.

It’s disgusting, really, as he can barely even think properly because all he could think throughout the day is you’d look so good blissed out beneath him. He nearly had to take a break while clearing out a hilichurl camp because he was so caught up in his head thinking of you. Even the taste of you had him licking his lips when he thought about it, remembering you it felt when you were on his tongue. Positive you’d end up spreading your legs for him once more, he at least contented himself with that when he saw the wine you were drinking.

And he was right. You came to him, begging for his touch and he complied. Not just that night, but again and again and again. Each day you tried to not drink, but you couldn’t cut a habit so quickly and he refused to give you it all if you had a lick of alcohol in your system. No matter your tolerance, he refused. He didn’t mind your sloppy blowjobs or using his tongue on you, but he was hesitant of your cunt near his cock, worried you’d stick him inside while drunk. He even toyed with the idea of just rubbing himself between your folds, but he knew he’d be tempted and the accidental possibility of slipping in was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

It was almost a year of this odd arrangement when it finally happened.

Your management with alcohol had diminished, you only drinking some with your dinner in the days leading up to it. The staff was almost as ecstatic as you, congratulating how far you’ve come. Kaeya was also there, smiling and hugging you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you let a few tears slip out. It was hard, but you finally felt like the shackles of the past three years had loosened and released you. Of course, the look in Kaeya’s eyes when you managed to be able to not drink alcohol for the whole week, staying sober completely, made you forget why you needed the alcohol, focused on looking forward to that evening.

Three years of you two stuck together with nobody else and a whole year of you two having dirty secrets later, Kaeya’s crawling into your bed completely sober, and you welcome him completely of your own free will. The guilt of doing this will eat him up, but he knows that the guilt of doing anything to you drunk will outweigh it. You’re desperate for something to hold on to, even if it’s a replacement for the one you lost, and you struggled through your grief for it. In a way, you’ve traded one unhealthy coping mechanism for another, but Kaeya didn’t care. Finally having you stripped naked beneath him, he’s slow in stripping his own nightwear, finally being able to move past just using his hands and mouth.

“You don’t know how long,” he whispers, his mouth feverishly pressing against yours. Once he tasted your lips, it was a struggle to not press his own against them every chance he got. “How long I’ve wanted this,”

“No need to wait, no need to hold back,” you get out, craning your head back as his lips travel down your neck. He’s prepped you, of course, his fingers doing wonders below and his mouth pressing hot kisses to your already burning skin. There’s no need for him to wait another moment, his restraint finally able to snap as he spreads your legs, rubbing his cock against your dripping pussy. “Please,”

“Shh, I know, just let me enjoy this,” he mumbles, apologetic kisses against your cheeks and nose. He knows once he plunges in, he’ll never be able to be satisfied with just rubbing against you again. Pushing against you, he has to hold back a guttural groan at how you feel. You’re nice and snug, but not too tight it’d be painful, and you’re so slippery that he can hear the squelches by just sliding in a bit. He’s not even in all the way and he can feel you sucking him in even more, your eyes shut as you bask in the bliss of him inside. He feels bad, truly, but he was raised to keep his sense of justice and morals, so he refused to let it waver just for a moment of pleasure. Though, from the way you’re looking, he has a feeling it’ll be a lot more than just a couple of moments for the two of you.

Even bottoming out inside can’t be enough, feeling himself drag out of you when your body refuses to let him go easily. It’s like your whole body wanted him, but he can’t deny he’s wanted you just as badly. Sleepless nights of thinking he should just go a little further prove that you plague his waking thoughts, his body yearning for yours. The way your nails rake against his shoulders and down against his chest solidify that he’s doing this, your body in pleasure because of him. He’s done so much work to get here, finally reaping the rewards of his work.

Slamming his hips against yours has you both seeing stars, your hand clasping over your mouth as a moan rips from you. Even though you’ve both managed to make it this far intimately doesn’t mean everyone in the estate needs to hear about it nor do they need to find out this way. “Feels good, huh?” He chuckles, sweat dripping down his face as he keeps up a harsh pace, enough to give you the force you need but not enough to make you unable to walk. After all, your inability to walk would definitely raise questions you couldn’t properly answer. He just wants to feel good inside of you and for you to feel good with him inside, nothing too extreme.

“Kaeya, please,” you whines for him and the scratching of your nails against his back have him moving your legs up, folding you in half. Keeping you bent by pressing himself against you, pushing his lips to yours as your hands go to his back. This way, he has completely control over his hip movement and can keep your noises muffled. “Fu-!”

“Naughty girl,” he smirks, watching you bite your lip as you tried to not scream a string of slurs. He was managing to rub against all your sweet spots as if he knew exactly where each of them were. “Getting close, aren’t you? Come on, I’ll be right with you,” he heavily moans the last part, his cock twitching at the feeling of you squeezing down, nails breaking his skin as you rake them down. He lets loose his own curses, head down and buried in your neck. His hips don’t stop, helping you ride out your own high before he’s releasing inside of you, hips stuttering before they stop with his cock deep inside. Pressing a hot kiss to your mouth, you only moan as you feel his hips begin to move, but he doesn’t leave your warmth.

“We’re not done. Not yet. I won’t be satisfied so easily. Not after a year long wait for this,” he licks his lips, moving you to your side as he lifts up your leg. A new position means his positioning inside your cunt is different, hitting new spots. “I’ll make sure you remember this night well,”

“Archons, god, Kaeya, please, I need more,” your words are rushes, but filled with a lustful passion. They’re not slurred, not drunken, spoken with only a drip of lust and none of wine. He grins, kissing you once more as his hips start up again.

Completely lost in his desires, he would miss if anyone were to witness his sinful pleasure.

The three long years away were not kind to Diluc, his anger from one night burning as his body screamed whenever he pushed it past it’s limit. His near death experience reminded him of you, his mother, who held onto his vision so tightly when he handed it over and cried so much at the news of his departure, but mostly of the worry that you’d never see him again. Deciding he needed to go back to Mondstadt when he was able to, he had planned ahead of time to enter in the dead of night and surprise everyone. In fact, his plan involved surprising you first, worried you’d believe him to be a figment of your imagination. He’s been gone long, turned into a proper gentleman and looks less like the son you saw last. He even missed Kaeya, once the anger against him had burned its course and only left bitter sadness in its wake.

The manor was dark, of course, with the late night and most of staff being asleep. He managed to enter easily thanks to a message sent early to Adelaide, who managed to do what he asked. It was quiet, but not completely. Setting his stuff down, he decided he’d go greet you first, as he expected you to break down in tears and need to just be next to him. It made his heart squeeze when he thought of how hurt and damaged you must be after everything, along with no word from him in three years. When he was aware of noise coming from your room, he was curious, the sound being unfamiliar from what he can recall. The door is even cracked a smidge, a sloppy habit he was sure you wouldn’t have.

Could you have changed so much in a short amount of time? Though he believed it was short, he knew three years was a long time and people could change, but he expected you to be somewhat the same. Cracking the door open only to see you, disheveled and naked, with Kaeya on top of you, Diluc felt emotions swirl inside of him. He felt disgusted at first, but he couldn’t deny he saw you in a different light looking like that, especially with a completely fucked out expression on your face. Anger against Kaeya began to rise once more, seeing him lean down to take your lips against his, but you reached out to him once he broke the kiss, making him laugh and go back to your lips, his hips never stopping.

He didn’t need to see anymore.

He’d take up residence in an inn back in Liyue, it wasn’t that far of a walk for him, but he needed to be alone after that scene on display. He couldn’t deny the thoughts swirling in his head, though, as he replayed your bouncing tits and drooling, fucked out face in his head. Perhaps, he’d send a letter for you to receive and let him know he’d be coming back.

Maybe he’d be welcomed home with your warm arms and spread legs, eager to show him some special love, too.