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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Akashi_Seijuurou/Furihata_Kouki
  Character:
      Akashi_Seijuurou, Furihata_Kouki, Akashi_Seijuurou's_Wife, Momoi_Satsuki,
      Sakurai_Ryou
  Additional Tags:
      Sequel, Underage_Sex, Consensual_Sex, Father_Akashi, Top_Akashi, Child
      Furihata, Teenager_Furihata, Bottom_Furihata, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs,
      Deepthroating, Creampie, Barebacking, Multiple_Sex_Positions, Cheating,
      Character_Death, Time_Skips, Public_Sex, Mind_Games, Plot_Twists, Actual
      plot, Bathtub_Sex, Dirty_Talk, Daddy_Kink, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest,
      Parent_Death, Skull_Fucking, Voyeurism
  Series:
      Part 26 of Kink_Fanfictions
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-19 Words: 3756
****** In Your Trap ******
by wsakuya
Summary
     The first time he's inside his little boy, it's not even Akashi
     himself who's triggering it and taking the first step.
     (Sequel to Dirty,_Little_Secret)
Notes
     Because equally much people liked and hated the first part, and
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The first time he's inside his little boy, it's not even Akashi himself who's
triggering it and taking the first step.
As he one night opens his eyes to a warm feeling around him and helpless, high
mewls reaching his ears, he sees his son riding him, his eleven-years old hips
barely moving as he keeps sliding back and forth on his father's cock.
"Daddy—" he moans upon realizing that Akashi is awake, that he's staring at him
in both shock and lust as the boy keeps trying to ride his father's cock, keeps
trying to make it glide even deeper into his tiny hole.
"Kouki—" Akashi gasps before panicky turning to his wife who's not even lying a
meter away, her back turned to the both of them and body moving in deep
breaths.
He sets his attention back on his son, naked and whimpering as his erect penis
is stuttering with every thrust.
"What are you doing, baby?" Akashi asks and cups his boy's cheeks, shudders as
Kouki sits back onto his cock and covers it with tight and fleshy walls.
"Wanted Daddy— Daddy inside my butt—" the boy moans and presses his mouth to
Akashi's, not really sure what to do but does it anyways.
The man doesn't let himself be told twice as he grabs Kouki with one hand by
the neck and ravishes his mouth with his tongue while the other cups the boy's
bottom and lifts him up until the head of his cock hooks into the ring, feels
it mouth at his shaft before pushing the little body down again.
"Did you loosen yourself for Daddy, played with your hole for me?" Akashi asks
breathless, body pressed to his son's.
The boy tries to mewl a reply, but Akashi muffles the sounds with his mouth,
wants to scream himself as he finally fucks his son in earnest.
His wife is long forgotten as he pushes Kouki onto his back and then starts to
pound into him, relishing in the feeling that it's actually his son clamping
down around his cock like a little whore, squeezes and chokes him until he
comes inside, fills his boy with the seed he was made of until everything
spurts out of the little hole onto the bed.
Even after the boy comes himself, Akashi keeps pounding.
 
 
It doesn't stop after that of course.
The hours they're playing outside are decreasing. At one point they even decide
to spend their father-son-time only in Kouki's room.
The boy is so willing, always already stretched open as he uncovers his bottom
for Akashi to see.
It's always wet and throbbing, gaping, not even tightening around the man's two
fingers anymore when he pushes inside.
Only his cock can fill Kouki, make him gasp and writhe around on the bed as his
father pounds into him, fucks him with every muscle and strength he's got.
By now he's already learned when to be as loud as possible, and when to keep
his voice down.
Almost every time, his mother knocks on the door and asks if they're having
fun, if his father is not too strict with him.
He has to control his voice, has to know how not to raise suspicion as he
replies in a shaky tone that everything's fine, that the both of them are
having fun and enjoying their time together, all the while Akashi still fucking
into him.
 
 
After a few months, their little secret isn't even limited to Kouki's room
anymore.
Sometimes Akashi takes him in the bathtub when they have their shared bath,
sits the boy on his lap and shoves him back on his cock as the water splashes
all around, the high mewls and rows of 'Daddy's so much sweeter with the big
place giving them a perfect echo.
The times he's supposed to teach his son the violin turn into lessons of cock
sucking as he instead teaches his son to let go of his gag reflex, watches the
tiny mouth stretch around his shaft as he fucks back into his boy's mouth.
Even when they're outside and supposed to enjoy the sun and good weather,
Akashi pushes Kouki onto the lounger and fucks into his loose asshole, sure
enough that neither wife nor butler are anywhere near and watch how he's making
the boy mewl and gasp, makes his little penis shake with strings of sperm all
over the little, pink tits.
With the time, they're getting even more careless, Akashi daring to finger his
son while they're all together in bed with his wife reading him a bedtime
story.
Kouki's face is red and hot as Akashi curls his fingers, tickles his prostate
and teases his son's hole.
The little boy can't hold out any longer and instead presses his face into his
mother's breasts, muffles his pants and mewls, his mother only laughing and
calling him a little child.
She's not suspecting anything, but Akashi's sure some of their employees
already have. Still, he knows they won't say a word, knows that to them a job
and money is much more important than their master cheating on his wife with
their very own son.
And oh, Kouki's not protesting either. Not once he's said he wants to stop or
slow down, wants to do it at a saver place.
No, instead he's always begging for more, suggests even crazier places they can
do it at, always wants to be filled by his daddy's cock, mewls with his sweet
voice and clings to Akashi with his tiny body.
Everything is perfect that they even dare to go a step further.
 
 
"Darling, have you seen Kouki?" his wife asks as she walks into Akashi's office
filled with documents and other papers.
She can't see him, the big, red armchair covering all of his body, but she
knows he's there, always is at this time of day.
"No, I'm sorry, dear," the man replies, voice somewhat unsteady and the chair
rattles for a moment before standing still again. "He's probably out garden
playing again."
The woman sighs exaggerated, a smile on her face. "Oh, that boy."
After wishing her husband good luck with the papers, she closes the door behind
her quietly again.
What she doesn't know is that her son is sitting on Akashi's lap, hands bracing
on the desk in front of them and back bent as he steadily moves his hips down,
fills himself with his father's cock.
Akashi squeezes his ass cheeks, watches how he's being buried over again in his
boy's tight heat.
"Look at you," he breathes and smiles. "Got so tight when your mommy walked in.
Did that make you excited, baby? Almost getting caught?"
Kouki is naked, legs bent and body shaking as he raises his hips again, lets
out a tiny mewl before diving down again.
"Ah, Daddy—" he moans, with his thirteen-years old his voice now lower and
rougher, body longer and making it easier to hold on to the desk. "Feels good—
Daddy's cock in me feels good—"
"You want it even deeper, baby?" Akashi asks and grabs his boy by the hips,
shoves him down onto his cock so he slips even deeper, fills his boy's hole
completely with his shaft.
Kouki has let go off the desk and is now instead holding onto his father's arms
as he lets himself be shaken up, lets his father fuck into his clutching hole
without mercy.
With legs hanging in the air and toes curled together, he mewls with each
thrust, begs his daddy to fuck him deeper, fill him up with his milk like he
always does.
"Amazing, baby— tight, little cunt, loves me so much—" Akashi pants and
increases his speed, the slaps and squelching sounds turning louder as he
pounds harder, makes his boy come undone under him. "Do you want it? Daddy's
milk, baby?"
Kouki nods breathlessly, mouth open and drooling as sweat is prickling on his
skin, and it doesn't take long before he comes, cock shaking and spurting all
over the papers on Akashi's desk.
The man grins upon seeing the mess, loves that the room is filled with their
sex scents.
"Dirty, little boy, look what you did," he says and pushes Kouki even deeper on
his cock, feels how the walls are tightening and loosing with the boy's orgasm.
"That screams for punishment, doesn't it? Do you want to get spanked later?"
Kouki shudders, his body growing over-stimulated, but he nods. He loves being
spanked, loves being punished and just taken by his father that alone the
thought makes him come again, a dry orgasm washing over his body.
The second squeeze almost kills him, and Akashi already knows he's close.
"Here baby, my milk, let me fill you up— take it good—"
He comes, cock shaking and hips stuttering as he empties himself inside his
little son, fills him with all the milk he's got until he's spent, leaning back
into his armchair and breathing roughly.
Kouki leans into him and sighs, takes his father's arms and winds them around
his body, a content smile on his face.
"Thanks, daddy... your milk feels super good," he murmurs, feels Akashi run his
fingers through the brown and sweaty strands.
"You're welcome, baby, anything for my boy."
 
 
It's only two years later that everything changes.
With the sudden death of his wife, Akashi feels an emptiness inside him, a void
his wife has always filled.
He didn't love her as much as he loves Kouki, but she was still important to
him, a part of his life.
He doesn't know how Kouki feels. It must be hard to lose his mother with only
fifteen-years old, but he doesn't show anything, expression just as calm as
ever as they're having her funeral with all their friends and families,
employees and colleagues.
It's only when they arrive at home, mind heavy and body tired that Kouki
corners his father.
"Poor daddy," he says and begins to take off Akashi's tie, fingers winding
around the silk carefully. "You look so sad, but don't worry. I'll suck the
sadness out of you."
"Kouki—" Before Akashi can protest, the boy is already on his knees and pulling
down his father's pants, cock dangling in front of him.
He's quick, learned to spare time as he takes his father inside, immediately
sets a rough pace and pistols his head back and forth.
"Baby, you're always so good to me— Giving your daddy what he wants," Akashi
breathes as he runs his fingers through Kouki's combed hair, watches his
reddened cheeks hollow and pull Akashi's cock even deeper.
"I'm so glad you love daddy's cock, love sucking and licking it— Couldn't have
wished for a better boy—"
The man then takes the lead and begins to pound into his son's mouth, grabs the
boy by the head and gives him no chance of pulling away as Akashi fucks into
him.
Kouki's hole is slick and hot, and the man has to lean his back against the
door as to not fall over as he comes down his boy's throat, a groan escaping
his lips as he does so.
"Such a good boy, so good to me," he murmurs as Kouki pulls off and he caresses
his brown hair again.
"Do I get my reward now, Daddy?" the boy asks and grins slyly, and Akashi can't
help but smile back.
"Definitely."
 
 
The next day, the maid knocks on Akashi's door, long, pink hair tied into a
pony tail as she asks if she can come inside.
When she receives an answer, it's Kouki the one who speaks.
"Come in," he breathes muffled through the door, and somehow Momoi is not
surprised to hear him reply. By now, everyone working in the house know that
father and son are having an affair.
She opens the door and walks inside.
"Excuse the intrusion, I wanted to ask—" Momoi gasps loudly as her eyes land on
the bed, shock making her body unable to move.
What she sees is Kouki sitting naked on the bed and riding his father's cock.
Akashi himself is still fast asleep, completely oblivious to the scene
happening in front of him.
"What did you want to ask?" Kouki asks and then mewls as his father's cock hits
his sweet spot. "God, Daddy, you're filling me up so good—"
He doesn't mind at all that one of their servants is watching them, truthfully
enjoys it as his insides tighten clearly around Akashi's cock.
"I—I'm sorry, I— I come back l-later—" Momoi stutters and reaches for the door
knob, but Kouki stops her.
"Just say what you wanted to say," he says and then mewls loudly, feels his
father's cock grow inside him noticeably as he speeds up, clenches and flutters
around Akashi's sex.
He braces himself on the man's chest and begins to slap his hips harder, knows
the maid can now clearly see how her master's cock is disappearing inside
Kouki's asshole.
She swallows. "I—I just wanted to say th—that breakfast is ready..."
"Don't worry," he says and turns to her, body moving up and down violently.
"We're gonna come."
After that, Kouki doesn't pay attention to her anymore, doesn't realize as she
leaves the room while he's riding out his father's cock until it's swelling up
and spurting all inside him.
"Daddy's milk—" the boy moans as he straightens his back and comes himself,
Akashi's pulsing cock bringing him to the climax.
He feels the cum run down his walls until his hole is dripping with it, too
weak to squeeze and keep it inside as he slumps down onto Akashi's chest and
sighs content.
It's then that Akashi groans and opens his eyes.
"...Kouki?" he quietly mutters as he sees his son lying on top of him, voice
still rough and groggy, so unbelievably sexy to Kouki that he can feel his
asshole clench again.
"Good morning, daddy, I was a bit hungry, so I took your milk," he chuckles and
smiles innocently. "I hope you don't mind, hm?"
 
 
At breakfast, Kouki pretends nothing happened and their maid didn't catch them
having sex.
She's probably already told everyone she met on her way, because the majority
of their servants are staring sceptically at Kouki.
But exactly that's his plan, for everyone to know, and he decides to continue.
Kouki takes the last bite of his breakfast before cleaning his mouth with a
napkin, hiding his mischievous smile behind it.
"Daddy—" he moans before Akashi can react and ask him what's wrong as the boy
presses their mouths together, forces his tongue inside and tastes the coffee
Akashi just took a sip of.
He climbs onto his father's lap, completely oblivious to the gasps and stares
directed at him as he licks into Akashi's mouth and manages to fish out a moan.
Akashi grabs him by the waist and tries to push him off.
"Kouki, we're in the middle of breakfast," he says and looks troubled around.
"We can do that later."
"No, please," Kouki gasps and begins to rub his ass on Akashi's clothed cock.
"My hole wants to be filled again. Fill it with your Daddycock—"
Akashi stares at him breathlessly and Kouki can literally see the moment every
reasoning in his head disappears and he pushes his son onto the table.
Kouki moans as his father pulls down his pants and kisses his neck, swiftly
fingering the boy's hole before Akashi pulls his pants down as well and fills
his son's opening.
The servants stare at them in shock and disbelief as Akashi drives his cock
into his son,feels the still sensitive walls hugging him tightly and kissing
his head in a welcome each time he thrusts inside.
"Oh, Daddy— Daddy's big cock—" Kouki sobs and clings to his father's back, legs
jumping mid-air and hole clutching whenever the fat shaft of his father
welcomes him. "Filling up my boyhole—"
"Baby, love you and your perfect pussy, swallowing me so good—"
With arms braced on the dining table, Akashi pounds mercilessly into his son's
little hole, ignoring the cutlery and servants around them as the only thing on
his mind is now his beautiful son under him and begging for his Daddycock to
fill him.
"My perfect, little son— Daddy's cock loves your babyhole so much," he gasps
and feels his orgasm coming close as Kouki clutches around him.
"Daddy, give me your milk, I was good, your good, little boy—" Kouki mewls and
then screams loudly as he comes between himself and his father.
Akashi follows suit with a grunt, paints his son's walls in a beautiful and
translucent white and then slumps together with his son onto the table.
 
 
It doesn't stop there. Now that they've realized they can do it whenever and
wherever they want, they don't hold back.
As one of the servants, a young boy with brown hair listening to the name
Sakurai, is ordered to bring tea and cookies for their television evening, he
finds father and son pressed naked against the couch and moaning lustfully.
Kouki pants heavily, chest pushed against the rest of the couch and back bent
as his father grabs roughly his waist and takes him from behind, cock driving
constantly into his hole.
Akashi licks the sweaty patch of skin under his son's brown hair and groans.
"Such a sweet hole, baby, can't get enough of me, body so willing—" he sighs as
he feels Kouki's walls clutch eagerly around him.
The boy is holding on helplessly to the armrest, legs shaking as his father
fucks in and out and makes him mewl, his hole just as sensitive as on the first
day Akashi claimed him.
They're so into it, they haven't even noticed the servant standing shaking and
whimpering in front of them without a clue of what to do next— put the tray
down? Leave? Put it down and then leave?
Sakurai feels embarrassed as he feels his sex swell in his pants as Kouki
screams out a particular loud moan, his father steadily stroking his fat cock
against the boy's sensitive prostate.
"Daddy, harder please— Fuck my asshole harder—" Kouki mewls, arms and legs at
this point hurting by the force of Akashi's thrusts, but instead he hopes and
begs for more, can't describe in words how good it feels when his father drives
his Daddycock into his gaping hole.
Sakurai gasps and lets the tray with the tea and cookies fall to the ground,
runs out of the room and leaves a mess behind, but Akashi and Kouki don't even
hear that, too immersed in the fucking and moaning that they're completely
oblivious to the world around them.
 
 
"Daddy, do you love me?" Kouki one day asks out of nowhere, making Akashi
freeze in his movements, the bed turning quiet with him.
"Of course I love you, baby, do you even need to ask?" he says and reaches
down, presses his lips against his son's and feels the soft and wet skin.
"More than anyone?"
"More than anyone," Akashi repeats and begins moving his hips again, watches
how his son's face twists into pleasure and his doubt turn into pleased mewls
as his father sets his rough pace anew, pounds into his little hole and makes
it smack and clench.
Kouki holds on to his father's back, hides the big smile on his face as his
father comes inside him the forth time this day.
 
 
"Hello?" Akashi calls out as he walks into the mansion, a meeting with an old
colleague forced him to leave the house for a few days. It's empty and quiet,
which is weird, because by no later than now a servant should have immerged
from one of the many rooms and taken off his jacket and briefcase.
"Kouki?" he shouts and then hears quick steps on the stairs, his son appearing
from upstairs wearing nothing but a transparent night gown.
"Kouki?" Akashi breathes again as he sees his beautiful son running towards him
and pulling him into a tight embrace.
"I missed you so much, Daddy," the boy sighs and holds his father by the
cheeks, presses their lips together and immediately claims Akashi's mouth with
his tongue.
The man lets his suitcase fall to the floor, hums low as he feels Kouki rub
himself off on his legs.
"Missed you so much, Daddy, was so lonely and empty, no one to fill me up—
Please give me your Daddycock—" the boy begs while undressing his father,
throwing jacket and tie to the floor.
Akashi hums in approval before he remembers. "Wait, baby. Where are the
servant?"
"Oh, the servants?" Kouki asks innocently and then shudders as he sees his
father's naked chest. "I fired them."
He leans back up to capture his father in a kiss, but Akashi instead steps
away. "You what? Why did you do that!?"
"Because you said you love me more than anyone," the boy says, his voice
dangerously steady as he looks at his father, brown eyes big and innocent.
"That means you don't need anyone else."
"But that doesn't mean to fire everyone in the house," Akashi explains and
tries to keep his volume down, but somehow Kouki's uninterested look makes him
feel strange.
"But I wanted you to be only with me, Daddy," the boy says and steps closer,
winding his arms around his father's neck and pulling him close. "After mother
was gone, I thought it could finally be only the two of us, but those servants
were still in the way."
Akashi doesn't see his face, but he hears the hateful voice of his son, so
foreign and unfamiliar in his ears. "Aren't you sad that your mother died,
Kouki!?"
"You mean if I regret doing it?" the boy asks and leans back, looking lovingly
into his father's eyes and stroking his cheeks.
"—Regret doing what?" Akashi asks, voice wavering as he sees his son's eyes
that are supposed to be warm, but instead they're ice cold, so empty that
Akashi realises.
"I had to kill her, so we could be finally alone. Just the two of us, isn't
that perfect, Daddy?" Kouki says and presses his lips back to his father's,
licking into his mouth like he always does.
And Akashi kisses him back, because he knows it's his fault, knows he can't do
anything but take responsibility for what he's done.
Because he's created a monster.

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