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Bokuto, kenma decided, was an absolute monster of a man.
Kenma keened out at the way thick fingers tightened his collar around his throat, felt drool drip off the side of his mouth.
“You know I’m not letting up until you say what I wanna hear. Now what’s your color?”
The hand relaxed enough for him to speak, the metal of his dog tags cool against his flushed skin.
”Gr..green.” The blonde spat out through choked breaths.
Small hands wrapped around the red leash and pulled on it a little, his small way of getting revenge.
Bokuto koutarou was A ruthless monster that pulled and pushed till you were at your breaking point.
“Good..Now what do you want.”
“I want you to love me until it hurts, want you to bruise me up, and make me feel every part of you.”
And he loved it.
Kenma heard a hum, before his body was pushed back on his knees, left once again to the silence of the room.
The older man was known as a beast for a good reason, he had no patience for fools, or those looking for pity.
That same ruthlessness could be applied to their relationship.
Bokuto was the one who pushed boundaries the most in the bedroom.
He liked playing with fire, fanning the flames of keiji’s jealously just cause he liked how much hotter the sex was with anger added to the mix.
Because make up sex with a pissed off akaashi is the best.
Bokuto liked to wrestle and fight Kuroo for the right to top, didn’t care if blood spilled down a heavily bruised nose or if a black eye formed.
The right to fuck him like a bitch had to be earned, fought for, and fucking taken.
Then there was the way he was with their smallest of the group.
Kuroo kenma.
Kenma was like their perfect babydoll, with his gorgeous amber eyes and the prettiest pout, Bokuto had fallen hard and fast for kenma.
The gang leader wanted to make that lovely boy into a filthy, fucking mess with whimpering lips and bite marks to seal the deal.
“Im going to make you my bitch over and over again.” He had promised a blushing kenma then and he hasn’t gone back on it yet.
And tonight, his fulfilling his side of his deal once more.
“So pretty.” A husky voice chuckled. “my perfect boy.”
A broad hand tugged harshly on its handful of messy strands just to hear the little kitty keen at the jolt of pain prickling at his head before letting it slip through his fingers like water.
“It’s just me and you for the next three days baby, let’s see what trouble we can get into before keiji and Kuroo come home. What’s your color again baby?”
“Green.” Kenma whispered.
He turned his head to where he thought the older man's voice was coming from.
The faux blonde was on edge, he had no idea where Koutarou was or when he’ll strike again..
For someone so big and boisterous, surprisingly, Fukodorani's head walked with light footsteps.
Small fingers fiddled with each other as he waited for his next command.
He could hear things tinkering as they were laid down on their vanity.
If he strained his ears he could hear the jingles of handcuffs, the dull thud of what he knew was their riding crop.
Kenma squirmed.
Koutarou always loved his skin, loved how easily he bruised and if he grabbed too hard, his fingers would be etched into delicate skin for the others to find.
“Sir?”
“Did I give you permission to speak? Do I have to gag your pretty mouth too?”
Blonde strands stuck to his face as he shook his head no frantically.
“No sir, I’ll be good.”
“Good kitty.” Bokuto hummed.
Kenma trembled from more than the cold, excitement lining his spine.
The only thing covering him was his collar, nylon thigh highs and a black blind fold covering canary colored eyes.
He was completely at bokuto’s mercy.
To mollify himself he took note of his other senses to calm his racing heart.
The hard marble of their bedroom floor dug harshly into redden knees, the cold air blowing on his exposed body caused his nipples to pebble and he could distantly smell koutarou’s favorite Dior cologne.
Goosebumps erupted across his skin at the next words he uttered.
“Gorgeous, lovely Kenma, I’m going to fucking wreck you.”
Kenma cried out when he felt his collar being tugged on and had to blindly follow where it led, crawling on the unforgiving floor and trusting bokuto to keep him safe from any obstacles.
He was led to the edge of their bed, was instructed to stand up and bend over with his hands behind his back.
The softness of their bed did nothing to ease his nerves.
Callous hands rubbed down his shivering back before tugging his panties off, letting them hit the floor.
“Are you ready?”