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After days of waiting and days of cancelling plans, it was finally sunny. It was warm but not too hot and just cloudy enough so no one would overheat. With a check of the time, you get up from your desk to take a break. You follow the noise of the TV out to the living room to see the man you were ready to bombard with date ideas for the day. He sat, manspread on the couch in his lounge clothes, channel chasing. He was sweet enough to be quiet while you worked on whatever new idea had popped into your head a couple days ago.
With a jump over the back of the couch you start rattling off ideas for the day; “We should go to the zoo, or maybe we could go to that ice cream place across town. There’s always the hiking trail, too. What about just going to a fancy lunch?”
With a startled laugh, Oboro soaked up all your ideas. He liked all of them but one stood out. “Let’s go to the zoo then, I’ll get some tickets and you go get ready. We can pick up some food on the way.”
He remembered the last time you two went to the zoo. He couldn’t help smiling at the memories of you smiling and having a good time. The laugh you two shared as you got yelled at for petting some of the animals through the fences. It was all a great time. In hopes of an equally amazing time, Oboro pulled out his phone to buy you tickets. While he grabbed his phone you were quick to steal a kiss of thanks and excitement before running off to go get ready.
In your bedroom you rummage through your closet for an outfit. Since it was warm out you grabbed a form hugging tank-top and some shorts; as well as a pair of tennis shoes so you didn’t kill your feet in sandals while walking all afternoon. After changing you head to the bathroom connected to your room. Oboro peaks his head in, smiling at the sight of you dressed all cute for your date.
“I got those tickets ordered. I’m gonna change and then we can get going when you’re ready.”
“Okay, I’m just finishing up,” you respond as you turn to the mirror to start messing with your hair. Oboro walks off, mumbling praises of how cute you looked just loud enough for you to hear. It makes you smile.
After some debating, you do your hair normally and match some basic makeup to your outfit. When you’re done, you walk out to see Oboro all ready and sitting on the couch. His t-shirt was one of his nicer ones that hugged his muscles and a pair of shorts to match. With a classic Oboro smile he stands up and walks over to you. He gives a kiss to your forehead before speaking,
“You look great. You got all your stuff?”
Patting down your pockets and checking the small backpack you grabbed, you nodded, “Yup, I’m ready for our fun filled date! You think they’ll let us feed the giraffes?”
Making sure he had his own things, he laughed a bit at your enthusiasm, “We’ll have to see.”
Taking your hand, the two of you leave your shared place and start your walk through town. Oboro spoke about getting lunch which made you believe he had a plan on where to go so you followed along. He had a loose plan, making it up as he went; which was fairly normal for him.
Town was already busy with life; people walking, running with their dogs, people driving to work or out to their lunch break. Oboro held your hand and kept you close as the two of you walked, not wanting to lose you in the crowd. You were looking around, people watching, as you walked- excited about what the day would bring. With some mindless conversation, Oboro snapped you out of your thoughts when he brought you up to a food truck outside of a park.
“I figured this would be a nice spot for lunch since we’re only a couple blocks from the zoo and we got a nice view to eat at,” he comments, looking over the menu.
“No, I like it, it’s a great spot to sit and enjoy each other’s company,”
After coming to a decision, Oboro ordered for the both of you with his charming smile. Within a few minutes, the two of you get your food and sit down on a bench in the park. Kids were accompanied by their parents as they screamed and played and just had a fun time. Oboro made sure you enjoyed the first few bites of your food before he started eating his own; prepared to switch food if you didn’t like yours. While you ate, the two of you talked about a few different things; his work, your work, future dates, and the upcoming zoo. You both always had a smile on your face and you couldn’t help but stare at Oboro. His smile was always charming, his laugh contagious, always so caring. While at the same time, he had the same reasons to stare at you so lovingly. Even over the kids screaming not too far away- partly ruining the peace of your meal -he couldn’t help but think you were beautiful in every situation.
Once you had both fully enjoyed your lunch, he got up to throw away your trash; coming back to take your hand right after. With a childishly excited grin, he started leading you to the zoo. You followed, just as excited. As you approached the front gates, he pulled out his online tickets for the woman at the front to scan and let you in. The two of you got wristbands and entered, grabbing a map on your way inside. Opening it up, you looked over all the places you could go.
“Where should we start, babe? The birds or the reptiles look cool,” you exclaim and point out on the map.
With a hum, Oboro looks over where you’re pointing. “Let’s start with the reptiles since they’re right up here, then work our way to the birds, then mammals. Smallest to biggest section, yeah? Then we can hit up some gift shops and small food stands.”
You give an affirmative nod and close up the map, taking your boyfriend’s hand. The two of you walk together towards the building labelled “Reptiles and others” which was a bit dim on the inside. The place had a bit of surround sound and the cages varied in size inside the walls with a heat lamp over top of them. The cages held things like scorpions, various spiders, and roaches. The two of you walked around the small building, searching the cages for the animal listed inside. A few made you slightly cringe to see them so up close but otherwise all was well.
Another small section connected to the building and it held a multitude of different amphibians. They had a small arsenal of colourful frogs ranging from a poison dart frog to a family of big eyed tree frogs. The zoo also has salamanders and newts. Lots of the animals looked through the glass to the people passing by or staring at them. While looking at a tree frog that stared back at you, it put a small hand on the glass which made you squeeze Oboro’s hand with an audible sigh of awe.
Oboro chuckles with a smile, “You know we can’t get one. We can always come back to see them, though.”
“What if we broke the glass and took them home?”
“Babe. You know as much as I would like to help you steal all the animals you want from the zoo, we can’t.” His tone was serious but he held that same damn charming smile on his face.
The fact Oboro said he would like to help you on your ‘free the animals’ journey makes your heart flutter. You knew he was against the idea but he just admitted he loved your happiness enough to think about how cool the idea would be.
Leaving the hut you saw a couple larger, in the wall cages like the ones you’d just looked at. They held large snakes, geckos, and some were big enough to have turtles. As you walked around some more, you connected with a couple other animals before you gave Oboro a small nod of contentment. Oboro enjoyed the small hut of interesting animals and when you were ready to move on, he led you back outside to the next section.
Though there was a sense of peace in the “Reptiles and others” section, the noise of the birds brought a serene feel. Sure, they were loud as some birds chirped or squawked but it brought that nature-type feeling. You walked slowly with Oboro, stopping at each large wire cage to read the small description plack and check out the bird inside. You enjoyed the varieties of owls; from the small, adorable burrowing owl to the larger birds like the parrots and couple vultures. They were all colourful and quite active. A few birds slept in the open and you quickly took some pictures before people got in your way.
Up ahead there was a small group of people next to two staff members; the two of you approached curiously. They were talking about a bird they had, letting kids gently touch and feed the bird. Oboro happily offered to lead you up front to feed the bird and get a picture with it. You denied it but it was too difficult to hold your excitement back. Once most of the kids had moved on with their parents Oboro brought you to the staff.
“Hey, she’d like to feed the bird, is that okay?” He slightly pushed you in front of him; you gave a smile.
“Of course! That’s no problem, pictures are welcome. Once you feed him, you can pet him gently,” the staff member holding the bird responds.
You walk up to the staff, the one not holding the bird gives you a glove for safety reasons and explains what you’re going to do. You nod, putting the glove on and taking the snack from the staff member with the bird.
“So which bird is this?” Oboro asks as he pulls out his phone for a picture.
“This is actually a red tailed hawk. We don’t have them in the zoo in cages, they’re actually an owner’s pet that they allow the kids to see. The other animals here, like lions and giraffes, are able to be fed by the public but they’re just zoo animals the owners brought in to rehabilitate that can’t go back into the wild.”
The two of you nod in sync. Oboro gives a thumbs-up, ready for the picture. You do as you were told, holding the snack- of what you assumed to be a piece of raw meat from some smaller animal -out in front of you. The hawk flew off the hand of the staff and landed on yours carefully, taking the snack. It returned to the staff with a small whistle of encouragement. With a nod of approval, you walked up and gently caressed the feathers of the hawk. Oboro followed suit after putting his phone away. He could practically feel the excitement and adrenaline buzzing off of you.
After you thank the staff members and say bye to the hawk, you continue to check out some other birds.
“That was so damn cool. I can’t even describe it! Did you see the way it landed on my hand!” You couldn’t stop talking about it.
Oboro laughed and shared your excitement as he grabbed his phone again. He showed you the few pictures he took; one with the hawk flying a couple feet toward you, one with a look of awe and shock on your face as he ate the snack, and the last one was you with a peaceful look as you pet the bird. They were all great photos and you loved them.
“I’ll send you all the pictures I take to you later,” he comments, knowing he’d be taking plenty more.
As you got towards the end of the bird section, Oboro couldn’t help but notice some guy alone behind you. It was odd; sure you could come to the zoo alone, but it struck him as odd since he stuck around while you fed the hawk. He pushed it aside, maybe the guy was just wishing he was with someone or his date got cancelled but he already bought the tickets; Oboro had no clue but decided to keep walking with you.
The cages got more separated out and larger with tons of different enclosure layouts. As you looked, most of them had grass and held mid sized animals. You walked through a section of various monkeys, gorillas, and chimpanzees. It amused both of you, making Oboro laugh harder than you as they waved back through the glass or smiled or pulled funny faces. Hearing his laugh made you a bit weak in the knees with how nice, hearty, and sexy it sounded when it was genuine. You made comments on the animals you passed and when you came across a fun one like the koalas, you read the sign with the information. All of the signs had the names of the animals inside, their characteristics, and why they were in the zoo. Lots of the animals you passed you felt a bit bad for but was happy they were all getting help from the zoo staff and healing from whatever injury they had.
The sun shone brightly as clouds slowly disappeared from the sky. With restrooms and a couple food and drink carts up ahead Oboro suggested a break which you agreed to. Oboro needed it- besides the fact he could tell you and him with both getting quite warm -he needed a mental break from that guy. He couldn’t shake him off, he just seemed to follow the two of you though there were tons of different paths you could take. He never stared back at the guy to get a good look at him but he was worried he could be some creep. Oboro just hoped taking a break would let the guy just keep walking alone.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, could you get me some flavoured water or a lemonade or something when we get there?” You ask him with a sweet look- not that you needed one, he would’ve agreed anyway.
“Of course, go ahead.”
After passing a couple more enclosures- the grass changing to a mix of grass and sand -and enjoying the animals inside like the red pandas and the wild dogs, you stop for a break. You bound off to the bathroom that had a small line and Oboro patiently waited in the drink line. It seemed pretty divided up with the women and kids going to the bathroom while the boyfriends or fathers waited to order drinks or food. While in line, Oboro kept an eye on the guy who also seemed to stop nearby. He was busy looking at the wild dogs and when he got bored headed to take a seat where everyone else was- which included himself and you. No one else paid any mind to him.
It irked Oboro a bit but he got to the front of the line and ordered a large lemonade and small water so you could split. After, he patiently waited a couple minutes for you to come out of the bathroom. Handing you the lemonade, he led you to a small, standing mister that cooled visitors down. It was refreshing for the both of you, especially as you shared your lemonade. It wasn’t until then, around families and other visitors enjoying their break, that Oboro noticed the lone guy staring in your direction; you blissfully unaware as you cooled yourself down from the heat of the cloudless sky. It upset Oboro beyond just “greatly upset,” but he knew that he couldn’t just call the guy out; there were families and kids here and Oboro was too sweet to ruin their day.
So he kept quiet and moved on with you at a slightly quicker pace. You didn’t complain, loving the fact Oboro seemed to have more energy and wanted to get to feeding the giraffes quicker. You brought up feeding the lions but Oboro denied due to the fact lions could be a real danger and he would rather just watch from the fence. It caused you to sigh but bring up a different point;
“Then you feed the lions and I take the picture instead while outside the cage!”
Quickly his face fell, “No.”
Then yours, “What? Why not?”
“Because I said so, babe. If I get hurt then there’s no one to protect and love you and spoil you on these amazing dates you pick out.”
“‘Boro, c’mon, it would be so cool!”
You try to argue with him on this as you walk, periodically stop at some enclosures, then keep walking. Eventually, your stubbornness- and brattiness to cause this argument -had gotten to Oboro. He was always so kind and gentle, but you knew the minute your shoulder was grabbed and you were stopped that it was serious. His more dominant, bedroom tone showed in his voice as he leaned to whisper to you;
“Baby, please. I love you but drop it. We can see the lions but I’m not letting you go in their cage nor am I letting you stay out here alone while I go in. It’s not happening,” his tone was stern. Before you could even ask his main reason why, he spoke again, “There’s been this guy behind us for the longest time staring at you and I’m not letting you out of my sight. Got it? Please tell me you understand, baby. I just can’t, okay?”
Oboro took your hand and kept walking with you, noticing the guy had busied himself at looking at some animals. Though Oboro had put on his bedroom dom voice, which made you weak at the knees on any occasion, his reason made you worry a bit. You had no clue about the guy but didn’t want to look back at him to avoid his suspicion; and possible wandering gaze. You just kept walking with Oboro, sharing your drink quietly.
“Baby, talk to me. It’s safe, you’re okay. I just needed you to understand and you weren’t listening, that’s all. He’s not going to hurt you or touch you, I’m right here,” Oboro reassures you. His tone was softer, more caring, like he was talking to you during your aftercare or when you two were just cuddling and enjoying each other’s company.
You nodded to his words and slowly got out of your head to continue enjoying the zoo. Though you enjoyed seeing the animals you passed- making small comments to ease Oboro -though you could sense Oboro had lost his charming, carefree mood. He just seemed so tense, on edge. It was a public area with tons of people around, you were confident the guy wouldn’t do anything. Oboro had clearly believed otherwise as his hand moved from your hand to around your waist, pulling you comfortably close.
At every stop you made, Oboro felt the guy getting closer. He did his best to keep his attention on you, though, making sure you were comfortable and felt safe. You were. You felt safe with Oboro, you always did; especially when he kept up that dominant vibe. With each stop Oboro noticed the guy getting slightly closer each time. He made a mental note to take another break soon and call the guy out since Oboro was getting uncomfortable; however, he happily listened to your comments and other small rants about the animals.
“Look at the cheetahs, babe! They’re so fast, look!”
You force Oboro to stop and watch as a cheetah chases food attached to a string across its enclosure. You record it and watch the video back slowly in awe. When you were satisfied, Oboro started walking again. He was ready for a break, just waiting for a spot. He mentally wanted to cool down before he fed the giraffes with you. Seeing a bathroom sign, Oboro spoke up;
“Let’s take another break. We can go to the bathroom, get a snack, then feed the giraffes.”
“That sounds great, I can’t wait to feed them,” you exclaim with a large smile.
You hop in line for the bathroom, Oboro hopping in like for the male bathroom. He watches you as you wait, eyeing up the guy and how close he was. The guy was smaller than Oboro by quite a bit and sat at a picnic table to seemingly wait for you and on his phone. You got into the bathroom, Oboro still waiting. His blood boiled as he could only think of the fact the guy was probably taking pictures. Oboro got in the bathroom not long after but he was ready to get out as soon as he could, confront the guy and get it over with so he could enjoy the rest of the zoo with no worries.
Unfortunately, Oboro was a bit too late. He got out of the bathroom and found the guy talking to you. He saw your uncomfortable face and the phone in one of the guy’s hands, the other on your shoulder as if talking to an old friend. He practically ran over to you, putting an arm between you and the guy. He pushed you back behind him a bit and felt a bit of relief as you held onto the back of his shirt. You could sense the anger and tension in the air.
It happened fast; Oboro’s voice was loud, angry, and carried across the open space. You backed up a bit as he grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, lifting him to be face to face. It was pathetic how small the guy looked next to Oboro- a bit hot to see how large Oboro was next to an average guy. You were pretty lucky, but not in this situation where your boyfriend was screaming at the man lifted off the ground, his free hand clenched in a fist. You were a bit embarrassed as it was quite the scene and security was being called and was on the way. Kids had started crying, families murmured concerns and fears. It was pure chaos.
“Keep your hands off of her! No, you fucking delete those pictures right now! She’s my girlfriend and you’re a piece of shit for ever thinking of actually sneaking pictures of her and getting away with it! You weren’t that sneaky now give it up and fucking delete them!”
The guy scrambled for his phone, completely pale. Oboro wouldn’t stop yelling at him.
“‘Boro? Babe, please. You gotta let him go,” your voice was quiet compared to your boyfriend’s screams.
A woman- most likely a mother -came up, putting a hand on your shoulder to try and calm you down. You quietly explain the situation to her as security comes by, talking to Oboro.
“I didn’t expect this. I just wanted a nice date.”
You shake slightly out of fear from the security and Oboro’s temper clashing into something worse than it already was. The woman holds you and waves a security guard over to help explain the situation. The information gets passed between people before everything slowly calms down. Oboro reluctantly sets the man down due to orders from security. One of the guards takes the man’s phone and goes through it, deleting every picture and tampering with it so he wouldn’t be able to access them again. The lady with you backed off, going back to her family, as Oboro approached you. He wrapped you in a large, tight hug, tears in his eyes. You held him back, just seeing how security escorted the man off the premises. Your grip tightened on Oboro as you could feel him slowly untense.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you or start anything like that. I just couldn’t let him think so highly of himself to come over here and touch you like he knew you,” his voice was shaky but still that protective, authoritative tone.
You could tell he was still upset, you were, too. He probably wanted to leave but you were determined to save the date so you could go home happy with him instead of letting the perfect day be ruined. Families had dispersed, kids had been coaxed to stop crying. Once your hug was over, you held Oboro’s face in your hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks, giving him a quick kiss.
“Thank you for protecting me. It’s all over now. We’re both safe. Let’s finish our date.”
You kiss him again and take his hand to continue your walking. You led him around, making sure he had a smile on his face when you looked at new animals. The two of you slowly made your way to the giraffes with a pep in your step. You were getting close to the end, after the giraffes you would probably head to the gift shop, and then home.
Seeing the head of the giraffes made you walk faster. Oboro trailed behind with a smile. He felt much better seeing you happy instead of worried. He wasn’t as on edge as he was earlier and got to enjoy the surroundings again. The two of you made your way up a set of stairs to a platform where you were able to be head level with the giraffes. A few kids were just leaving, talking all about the experience, as you got there. The staff briefed you on what to do and handed you both a piece of lettuce. Oboro pulled out his phone, taking a picture of you as you went to feed one of the few giraffes first. He then got in and fed one, too. As he takes a selfie of the two of you he catches the moment the giraffe’s tongue touches your hand as it grabs its snack. You groan with a small laugh, face cringing at the feeling. You swat at Oboro as he laughs at the picture he had got of the moment. Both of you thank the staff and pet the giraffe lightly as a goodbye.
Talking about how fun it was, Oboro leads you towards the gift shop near the end. He holds the door open for you and the two of you enter. Inside kids were begging their parents to buy them toys or books or stuffed animals and tons more. You walked past kids, looking at all the goodies you could get. Deciding on what you want, you grab a baby giraffe plush as well as a tank top with some of the zoo’s more exotic animals on it. Oboro grabs himself a t-shirt and waits in line with you. He pays, taking the bag, and thanking the cashier. You lace your hand with Oboro’s once more for your walk home.
“I had a great time. I’m glad we got tickets, today was a perfect day to go. Besides the incident, I’m super happy everything turned out!”
“Yeah, me too. I had a nice time with you. That hawk was pretty cool, it was nice that we got to pet it,” Oboro agrees.
You knew Oboro had lightened up and the rest of the date went well but even after you left he still seemed tense. You hoped the feeling would fade or that you were wrong. Even after you had gotten home, unfortunately, he still seemed like he was holding back. You put your things away, going through your phone and putting your gift shop items away where they belonged. When you got out of your room, you noticed Oboro sitting on the couch a bit distraught.
“Babe, are you okay? We’re home and safe now, no need to worry. Everything got sorted and you looked so happy after we started up our date again when I dragged you around. What’s wrong?”
You sit next to him on the couch, resting a hand on his arm. He only seemed to have gotten more of a tan from walking around the zoo, not that you minded. You patiently waited for Oboro’s response, letting him take his time.
“He just… he just touched you on the shoulder but it was like he knew you. It made me so disgusted and angry. He shouldn’t have just touched you so casually. I just couldn’t help myself.”
As he spoke, his hands clenched into fists and unclenched. His face scrunched and contorted in anger and disgust as he remembered it all; like he was seeing it for the first time again. He eventually turned to you with a sigh, putting a hand on your thigh.
“I will never let anything like that happen ever again. Ever. Again,” his voice was back to that protective, serious tone.
You did your best not to let a blush consume your face and down your neck as you nodded, fumbling out a response as your mind travelled elsewhere; “Right. Of course you.. Of course you won’t. I know that, babe.”
You look at him, seeing him finally relax and unwind; however, his face holds that look, the look he normally has when you say something a bit bratty and you know you’ll be in trouble for it later. This time though, the look didn’t seem directed at you, you weren’t going to be punished for anything. You could only guess a million other things before Oboro took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. It was passionate and desperate and full of that serious “I’m never letting go” love.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You didn’t realise how badly you wanted a kiss that gave you such a sense of safety. Oboro only broke the kiss to breath a bit heavily, mumbling a quick;
“God, I love you so fucking much.”
After, he was diving back into the kiss, biting your lower lip before he lowered your chin slightly with his index finger and thumb. He was a bit surprised to feel you shiver from the action; though he was just happy it worked and helped ease you in the mood. He was gentle as the kiss turned from a simple kiss to making out. He shared your breath and small moans, letting his tongue dance with yours like it was going to be the last time it ever did.
Once you were heated into making out, Oboro was careful as he slid his hands down to your waist and moved you to lie down on the couch underneath him. From the surprise of the action you reach up and pull at his soft, light blue hair making him groan and visibly relax. You were all his and he was all yours, just the two of you on the couch, all in each other’s space, away from the world. Safe. Protected. Loved.
Horny. Very horny. Ungodly, on Oboro’s end.
Oboro held himself up so he didn’t crush you into the couch. His free hand supported himself above your head and one of his knees kept your legs open. His knee rested between your thighs and close to your sex. His knee was subtle at first, making a bit of friction against your clothes in just the right places to make you whine. There wasn’t much and you wanted more, he knew, but he denied. In retaliation you pull at the ends of his hair again, moving your hips to get more friction against his knee.
After your persistence and his teasing, he broke the kissing and stopped your hips by holding them down firmly. Oboro was quick to start shimming off your shorts and, after getting a confirmation nod from you, took your panties off as well. You watched as he melted in his spot, just looking at you like the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen; and you were. He could see how needy his teasing made you and happily placed himself between your legs. He ran his hands up and down them nicely, smiling at how beautiful you were. You looked down at him, giving him another nod.
With your confirmation, Oboro held your thighs open, kissing and biting at the skin. He only bit harder when you started moaning. While he tended to mark up your thighs one of his hands moved up; thumb brushing against your clit in a teasing way. It made your mouth fall with a moan, hips twitching from the sudden contact. You could feel his smile on your skin and it only made you love him more. His cockiness with how he treated you. He was perfect at treating you right in and out of bed. He knew your boundaries well and knew what you enjoyed. He knew it all and showed it off any time he could.
Oboro kept at it, going from teasing to a more pleasuring way of rubbing at your clit. He was slow at first but picked the pace up when you either wanted more or he wanted to see more. He was quite happy with how many hickeys he left on your thighs and was ready to move on. He placed his head at your sex, seeing how beautiful it was, how it was all his to devour, made him dive in. He opened you with his tongue, taking the time to enjoy the “first bite.” He held your thighs open, hands tight around them in a bruising grip. Sure, Oboro wanted to be suffocated you any day of the week, but he wanted to enjoy the start; wanted to enjoy what was his and his alone. He sucked at your clit, growing sensitive quickly from his actions.
Your moans and choked whines fill the living room. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping and pulling at it when he starts to eat you out like you were his last meal. He worked you open to fit his tongue as far as he could, enjoying himself quite a bit. Every so often he would need a small breather then would just get back to work. Your moans fuelled him to keep going. He was slow and methodical, wanting it to last as long as you could.
“Fuck you taste so good,”
“You’re doing so well for me, baby,”
“Such a pretty pussy, all mine, too,”
“Your noises are so fucking hot,”
Those were just a few of the praises he mumbled out when he took a moment to catch a breath. The praise went straight to your head, making you louder, your hips would buck up for more, thighs shaking. He knew exactly what he was doing; working you up for a great orgasm to show how great of a boyfriend he was. At the feel of your thighs shaking he let them go. Your thighs moved on their own, happily clamping around the sides of Oboro’s head. He moaned into you at the crushing feeling he loved so much. He only went for it more, wanting for the force of your orgasm to shake the couch.
“Obo- Oboro! Fuck, please!”
Your breath was shaky as you tried to speak through your noises. He felt himself straining against his pants and nodded against you. His thumb went back to rubbing your sensitive clit the best he could to tip you over the edge. With his approval and extra little bit of love your head sank back as you arched off the couch with a loud enough moan to be mistaken for a scream. Your hands gripped his hair tightly as you felt him take you all the best he could. He took every little drop you gave and he made sure not to miss anything that dripped to the couch.
Your shaking thighs slowly relaxed around his head. Once he was satisfied, he popped his head up to look at you. Carefully, he took your thighs off his shoulder and laid them on the couch. You caught your breath, arms back at your sides as Oboro crawled his way up to give you a messy, juices soaked, kiss. You didn’t fight it and kissed him back, not entirely minding the taste of yourself on him.
“You were so great, baby. Tasted so good, took all my teasing so well,” he praised, kissing you again.
He soon stopped, giving you a small break to catch your breath and helped you sit up. Looking over at him, you still saw that hunger in his eyes; this was far from over. Taking your hand in his, he put it over his straining hard on with a smirk.
“You up for it?”
You give a nod, “Yeah.”
Oboro was nice enough to get you a small blanket on the floor so your knees weren’t cold on the floor; though it would still hurt your knees with how long he lasted. You got yourself as comfortable as you could be as Oboro spread his legs. He looks down at you with a confident, cocky, arrogant smirk. It made your hands shake as you unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. You pulled them down and off of him with his boxers next. His cock was fully hard and ready for your goddess-like attention.
You put your hands on both of his thighs to steady yourself and once you were ready you wrapped a hand around him; fingers barely touching to completely reach around him. Slowly, you moved your hand up and down his length. Oboro’s head was back against the couch quickly. He let out shaky moans and you slowly picked up the pace until you stopped. You let your hand sit at the base of his cock as you greedily lick a stripe up from the base to tip. His moan was intoxicating as you took him in your mouth.
Your mouth was open wide to just fit in the first few inches you could manage. He was big and you were always reminded because how sore your mouth got half way down him. His moans were messy as you got started; your hand moving to fill the space your mouth couldn’t reach, your tongue reaching where your hand wasn’t delicate enough to touch. You happily made him a mess and he let you have control of him for just those few moments. Your hollowed cheeks as you sucked and took more in, fighting through the pain in your cheeks as you did your best to take him all in. His hips bucked here and there from your actions, his moans falling out of his mouth.
“Damn you’re so good, make me feel so fucking good,” he spoke through gritted teeth to hold back his noises.
He groaned as he could feel you choke around him. In the first few moments of that feeling, he lost it. He couldn’t wait for you to make him finish anymore, he had to just take over. He wanted him to have control. His hands went into your hair, gripping it tight, making you moan around him. You look up to see that dominant look in his eye that you never argued with. You let him take over, your hands falling to your sides as your hair was pulled back and forth from him using you.
“Baby, fuck, you gotta prep yourself for me, okay? Be a good girl and start stretching yourself for me. Wanna fuck you so good after this.”
His words were less of a “please?” tone and more of a “do it.” tone. You moan against him as you agree, taking a hand down to slowly work yourself open a finger at a time. The hair pulling became more harsh as he picked up the pace, using your mouth like no tomorrow and making you choke on him. Your choked noises and moans made him groan and rock his hips up. You add a second finger, curling them every so often the more Oboro used you.
Adding a third finger made you choke on a moan without Oboro’s actions. He looked down and almost lost it from just the sight of you.
“Fuck, you’re enjoying this so much you little whore. Taking what I give you without even a bit of thanks. You just want me to cum down that sluttly little throat of yours, huh? God, you’re so lucky I love you.”
He went from using you like he normally would to face fucking you into the floor almost. You let your fingers curl and stretch you open, hitting all the right spots to make yourself choke on your noises. You could feel yourself dripping down your fingers. He moaned out, enjoying seeing the small bulge that would appear and disappear the deeper he got down your throat.
“Such a whore for me, aren’t you. You wanna cum so bad but you can’t, I don’t want you to. Fuck!” he paused to shakily breath, he couldn’t stand looking at you without tempting himself. “Take your fingers out, babe. Can’t have you disobey now, can I?”
His breath and moans were shaky, his pace still fast but his rhythm starting to slack. He was losing it. You moan and choke and whine around him, his grip in your hair getting tighter.
“Ba– baby, fuck! ‘M close. You and your amazing, slutty mouth won’t spill a drop. Got it? Not a drop,” he groans out.
You give a small noise of understanding, your neglected, needy cunt tightening around nothing from his words; dripping on the floor. His moans break as he twitches and looks down at you. That single look down at your messy hair, your glossy eyes, and your needy looking position made him lose it. He forces himself as far as he can get down your throat before cumming with a loud moan.
“Baby, fuck- fuck! Take it all, like a good girl, like a good little slut. Yeah? Fuck!”
His legs shook as he spent himself. You choked but was obedient and took all of it. No drop threatened to spill. He tasted like a mix of sweat and the musky deodorant he used which you loved the smell of. It caused your eyes to roll back as you couldn’t handle it all. Oboro’s breathing was heavy as he panted, chest heaving. Once he was finished he pulled himself out of your mouth and let your head rest against his thigh as you caught your breath. Your hair was a mess as he removed his hand. You couldn’t say anything as you just sat on the floor, knees burning, mouth sore, head slightly pounding from how tight his grip was; but damn did you love it all.
After a while, Oboro was ready and stood up. He picked you up and carried you to bed, setting you down and undressing you the rest of the way. He removed his own shirt and crawled over top of you.
“Look at you, dripping wet for me. Was it from me calling you a little slut? Or a whore? What if I called you my whore?” His voice was deep, teasing, rich.
You whimper from his words, too weak to fight back and get yourself a punishment of overstim or edging. You watch as Oboro gets up and grabs a couple things. He seems to debate before settling on the softer material. He brings back a couple ties he had lying around for special occasions. He set them on the nightstand for later and got back on top of you, starting to kiss and bite you over your now naked chest. Small noises left your lips from the slower paced attention. He focused all over your neck and chest, using a free hand to tease at the side of your chest his mouth wasn’t attending to at that moment. He happily soaked in your noises as he praised your body.
He started to grind down against you, not too rough to start. He wanted to absolutely ruin you but knew he wanted to wait. He ground against you, starting to use your thighs to slide himself between. His hands tended to your chest, teasing and pulling at your nipples, loving the whines and whimpers you let fill the room. He was mean as he teased you, his tip catching on your entrance but never going in. It made you groan and caused your hips to buck up in an attempt to get more. You gripped onto his shoulders tightly, trying to urge him to keep going. Your nails dug into his skin causing him to moan through the slight pain.
“Oboro, please!”
A small laugh sounded from him as he picked his head up to look at you and your distressed expression. He shook his head in denial and stopped his actions altogether. As much as he loved the nail scratches on his back, he had other plans he didn’t want your hands getting in the way of.
Oboro gave you a quick, messy kiss before crawling off you momentarily. He grabbed the couple ties from the nightstand and quickly flipped you on your stomach. He promptly tied up your wrists to their respective bed posts. He made sure they weren’t too tight on you before deciding to start his plan. He continued the grinding, kissing and biting on the back of your neck. He littered hickeys and bite marks everywhere he could reach.
You ground back against him needily; desperate for any friction you could get, sick of his teasing. You were only shocked when Oboro gave your ass a hard slap. You whined in response, putting your head down. He said something to degrade you but you could barely hear it over the sound of another harsh slap. Your whines only made him bring his hand down harder and you weren’t complaining.
“C’mon baby, moan for me. You know you love it when I treat you rough.”
Oboro took a fistful of hair, pulling your head up. He brought his hand down again and the more you tried to grind against him the more force he added. You listened and let out some moans. The harsher the slap the louder the moan. It was like music to his ears. Eventually he stopped, satisfied with the red, puffy handprint mark that outlined your ass like a branding mark from a hot iron.
The grinding continued as well as the teasing. Your noises were loud and filled the room as he kept your head up by your hair. Oboro knew the things you like, knew the toys you used when he wasn’t around. He smiled at the devious idea forming in his mind and how much you’d like it. He brought his head down by yours, nipping at the skin at the top of your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine as you let out a whimper.
“You poor thing, just wanting all of me. Knowing that I want all of you, too. If only there was such a way.”
His words whispered by your ear were left hanging in the air. Your brain went through anything you could think of that he was talking about. He patiently waited, leaving deeper hickeys, biting harder to break a bit of skin. It made a lightbulb go off in your mind and he could see it. Your moans quieted as you listened to him talk again, his breath against your ear.
“That’s right. I know the dirty little things you’re into. The things you read online. It’s disgusting, I can’t believe some of the things you read. Oh, but I’m only a man that wants to please you till the ends of the earth. So why not indulge in your nasty fantasies with you.”
His words gave you chills, made you cunt throb in want, your walls tightening around nothing. You knew he didn’t really think such things, he was just degrading you; and fuck it was working so well. He led a trail of kisses to your neck and shoulder, moving your hair out of the way as he bit down between the two very hard. He made sure to break skin, to watch the bite marks bleed a little, to make something permanent. Your moans and partial screams were loud as he marked you. It made you ache for more and the more his words rang through your mind the more humiliated you felt.
A wild, flustered blush hit your cheeks the more you thought about how much you enjoyed the humiliation. Oboro took note of it, saving it for a later time. He spread your legs a bit, and let your head drop back down into the bed. He steadied himself on his knees on the bed before positioning himself.
“You ready, baby? Just because I marked you like I’m sure I have in your wet dreams doesn’t mean I’m stopping there. I’m gonna make sure you’re only able to fit me. The shape of me. The feel of me. It’ll be the only thing you think about any time you indulge yourself with your toys alone. None of them will compare. No other guy will compare, I’ll make sure of it. Just let daddy treat his good little whore right.”
Your boyfriend’s words in his daddy dom tone made you melt into the bed. Within seconds of finishing his talking, Oboro was pushing himself inside of you, stretching you open more than your fingers did; filling you more, too. Your initial moans were loud, almost screams, as he didn’t stop to let you adjust til he was balls deep in you. You could feel yourself being stretched and how wonderful it felt.
Oboro’s hands held your hips steady. He gave you a minute or two to adjust and make sure you were safe before he started moving. He pulled out about half way before slamming back into you. He kept that going with a moderate starting pace; not too fast but not too slow. His hands pulled you back by the hips to thrust in you harder each time he could. His moans fell on yours as you squeezed and tightened around him with just about each thrust.
“Oh, baby, you feel so goddamn good!”
Your moans were breathy, nails digging into your palms from the ties. Once he felt you got too comfortable he picked up the pace. His thrusts were still as hard as before but he pulled out almost all the way just to slam back into you, bringing your hips back to meet up in attempts to get deeper. The bed rocked from the force of Oboro’s thrusts, your face was into the pillows of the bed, ass high in the air. The grip on your hips was rough and bruising causing you not a lot of movement.
When Oboro went to change angles it made your back arch. You forced your moans to stop to listen to your boyfriends talking. It was only degradation with some praise and it made your walls flutter around him. He moaned from the feeling, head rolling as he degraded you more.
“Such a needy girl, I change angles and you’re a mess because of it. So slutty but only for me, isn’t that right? Only for me, baby. My favourite little slut. Or do you prefer being my whore?”
His degradation was broken up by his heavy breathing and the cocky smile you could feel being burned into the back of your skull. He never dropped his daddy voice and it made you weak. You were broken out of the few thoughts you were having at the feeling of his hand moving. One of his hands slid from your hip to your stomach. He groaned and took that hand to force you to look at yourself. You saw what he was seeing, the bulge that formed then disappeared repeatedly with each thrust. Just for show he went and picked up the pace, forcing you to watch.
The lower half of your body started to drop, starting to lose it from how rough he was getting. He held you up by the hips and kept his pace fast, almost animalistic. Your hands gripped onto the ties tightly until you didn’t have the strength.
“Fuck you’re such a good girl for daddy. Moan for me princess, be a good girl and let it out. I want you to lose your voice because of it.”
The praise and pet names made you start whining. Losing your grip on reality mentally. You moaned loud, cried, screamed. You were good, letting it all out.
“Oh, daddy! Daddy, please, fuck me! Want it so bad!”
Oboro felt your walls flutter, squeezing him so nicely. Your noises made him pick up the pace, he couldn’t stop himself. He went fast and deep, going roughly in and out. Skin on skin noises filled the room as well as your combined noises. You could feel the building up tightness starting to coil in your lower stomach. Oboro could feel you getting close and he wasn’t ready yet. He was forcing himself to hold back no matter how badly he wanted to finish. He needed to make it last, to claim you, show you who you belonged to, make sure no other guy ever hit on you while he was there.
Keeping up his pace, he moved a hand to wrap around your throat as a necklace of sorts. He squeezed tight but not too tight to cut air flow. He had to hold you back.
“Da– daddy.. Nng.. please?”
“No. Not yet, baby. Just wait a bit longer, I know you can,” his tone was strict but held hints of encouragement.
Your moans and whines came out choked as he squeezed a bit harder around your throat the closer he got, too. He was starting to lose it but held himself together as he watched you fall apart. You held yourself back as much as you could, mind slipping more and more the longer you had to wait to finish. Your walls clamped around him, fluttering to fit him with each thrust.
Oboro’s pace kept fast and rough but his rhythm grew sloppy. He twitched the closer he got, so close. He could feel the tension of wanting to finish. Your moans were like background noises to yourself as you mumbled out the same things.
“Please, daddy. Please fuck me. Good, I’ll be so good.”
Oboro breathed heavy, managing to form a response, “Baby, fuck, getting close. I’m gonna finish in that slutty hole of yours and none if it is getting out. You want it all in you, want it locked inside. You wish I was like some of the toys you had with knots, huh? Such a whore for something so vile. So nasty, disgusting. A whore but my whore. Daddy’s good girl, daddy’s little whore. Fuck.”
Though most of the words didn’t register to you your subconscious picked up how good it made you feel. You squeezed him again and again, moaning in ache as you held back. The more Oboro tried to make it last the sloppier he got. He knew he had to give in.
“Baby, fuck, gonna fill you so full. Gonna knot you the best I can like you’ve dreamt about. Fuck, baby cum with me.”
His voice was breathy but still in his knee weakening daddy tone. It clicked in your brain and with a scream-like moan you came hard, the tension in your body releasing as you shook from the force of your orgasm. Oboro’s moan was broken as he came, doing what he said and locking himself deep inside you as he finished. In a sort of desperate attempt to really do as he said, he moved himself a bit and with some force pushed a couple of his fingers inside. You moaned louder from his action, mumbling nonsense as the two of you very slowly but surely came down from your high.
Oboro panted for air and once he was satisfied he took his fingers out as well as his cock which was slowly getting back to normal. He carefully laid you down and untied the ties, putting them back on the nightstand for the time being. He moved the hair out of your face that was matted down by sweat and rolled you onto your back. Your eyes were glossy as you looked at him, mumbling some bits of praise that he barely caught.
“So good.. Take care of me so well.. Good daddy.”
“Thank you, baby. You did very well, too. I’m very proud of you, you make daddy very proud.”
Oboro smiles down at you before walking off. He starts to run the bath and comes back with a damp rag. He cleans you up carefully, gently going over some of the drips of blood from the hickeys, then your thighs and sex. He was extra gentle as he picked you up bridal style to take you to the bath. He made sure the water was warm but not too hot before setting you in. He cleaned himself up and set the rag down.
He quickly went to tear apart the bed and change the bedding. After that he came back to you, shutting the water off when it was high enough. He got in the bath with you and let you lean against him. Oboro was gentle and caring as he took the time to wash you up. He did your hair as well. Afterwards, he washed himself quickly and drained the tub. He got you a towel, wrapping you up and kissing your forehead. He set you on the counter to sit while he dried himself off and got you both some fresh clothes.
After he dressed himself, he dried and dressed you, brushing through your hair. He was quiet when he spoke, his daddy voice gone and a more caring tone being heard.
“Are you doing okay, baby? You did so good for me, took me so well. I love you so much.”
You gave a nod to his question, just enjoying the caring, quality time with him. He led you back to your bedroom and let you sit in one of his arms while he made the bed with fresh sheets with his free arm. Once he was done, he placed you in bed and quietly turned the tv on to some quiet cartoons.
Giving you another kiss, he disappeared to the kitchen. He grabbed a couple waters and a small handful of snacks. He came back, sitting in bed by you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He gave you a water bottle and let you choose from the various snacks he brought back. He made sure you hydrated and got at least one snack in you. He noticed you yawn a couple times and smiled at how cute it was.
You rested your head against Oboro’s broad yet comfortable shoulder. You felt safe, protected, and very loved in his arms. He sets the water bottle and snacks aside as he notices you close your eyes.
“G’night, ‘Boro. I love you,” you yawned once more.
Oboro kissed the top of your head for a bit, giving your shoulders a small squeeze. “I love you, too, baby.”
Oboro kept the tv quietly playing cartoons, turning it off once he noticed you were deep asleep. He got comfortable with you still on top of him.
“I love you so damn much,” he mumbles tiredly. He gave you a final kiss before closing his eyes.