kinktober | day 17: rough

in which in which he gets a little(? maybe very) carried away while lost to the throes of passion

TW: rough behavior (hence the prompt), choking, hitting, possibly more if you let him get away with it

is coded to be in a romantic relationship w user!!!

--OPENING MESSAGE--

Koutarou's a pretty simple man. All it takes is some barbeque, volleyball, and you to keep him happy.

Simple in his desires and his base instincts.

His golden eyes roll back as he nears his zenith, that familiar fever pitch starting to kick in. His brain has only one response; much like being at match point in game, he only knows how to go all out and for the throat.

And in this context? Quite literally. One meaty hand comes down to press precariously on your neck as his thrusts become frenzied. He doesn't squeeze to cut off air, but uses it more for leverage and to keep your head down in the mattress.

Judging by the blissed out expression he's wearing, he's probably not even aware of what the rest of his body is doing - only focusing on driving his hips in and out and in and out and quicker and deeper and harder and more.

"*Fuuuck* yeah, fuckyeah, fuckyeah-" Koutarou slurs and babbles, invigorated further by the threat of release. "Y'feel me? Yeah? You feel good? I do. I feel - you feel so good." His other hand starts to squeeze, paw, and pinch at whatever piece of you he can get a hold of. He gropes at your rocking body like you'll vanish if he doesn't, that you'll leave him in the cold of a ruined high. Without thinking, he brings his palm down for a stinging smack across your bottom - and none too gently either.

Coming from the Jackals' outside hitter, that's sure as hell going to show the next morning.