#haikyuu hq server collab

[xmyshya]

What the fvck

summary: Your long term boyfriend leaves you for someone else (no cheating), so you decide to take revenge on the most important person in his life. But it takes an unexpected turn... genre: angst, smut, a pinch of fluff? warnings: fighting, falling out of love, breakup, swearing, MINORS DNI betas: @vivianvampyric thank you so much, my love. What would I do without you <3 special thanks: to @karasunowo for this beautiful Osamu doodle <3 and my soulmate @bokutosace for pushing me past my block <3 a/n: Fic is a part of the Anilysium server collab with a prompt: hate/revenge fucking. You can find the masterlist here. @hqintheclub wc: 3.2k edit a/n2: thank you so much for the love and all the feedback I got from you, you're seriously amazing <3 I'd like to officially announce that there will be part 2, once I figure out my irl urgencies! If you'd like to be tagged in its release, let me know!

“What the fuck?!”

Eight years. Eight fucking years reduced to this one sentence.

“Am sorry, I really am.”

To be fair, Atsumu does look sorry—with pain besmirching his big brown eyes, usually so warm and bright; a quiver of his bottom lip and muscles shifting in his jaw; and the way he’s fiddling with his fingers, something he almost never does. Something about precious setter fingertips.

“I don’t give a fuck, Atsumu! How could you?!” He shrinks in on himself.

“I— We haven’t done anythin’, I just— A wanted ta be fair ta ya.”

You scoff. Fair. How is dumping a girlfriend of eight years after living together for five for some other chick fair? How is falling in love with someone else after making promises of forever since high school fair?

You’re surprised you haven’t started crying yet—maybe it’s because of the shock, maybe it’s the rage, or maybe it’s your pride and not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you break down. Although between the breakdown and your current outburst, you’re not sure which is worse.

“Look, yer free to stay ‘ere fer as long as ya want. I have a place ta stay, I’ll grab ma things when yer out. I owe ya this much.”

“You don’t owe me shit.”

“I do. I— I better go now. Bye, Y/n.”

Closing the door of your shared apartment (not anymore, you realise) opens a door somewhere inside of you, and you burst in tears. And then you cry, and cry, and cry, until your eyes are swollen and burning, and you can’t open them anymore.

The next few days are a blur; you're not quite sure if it's a day or night with your closed curtains, you fall in and out of an uneasy slumber, and don't remember the last time you ate or showered.

The rage has burnt everything in you, leaving nothing but ashes and dried tear trails. It's bizarre, not feeling anything—a little bit like drowning, a little bit like floating, a little bit like suffocating.

On the fifth day of this timeless suspension you realise that the noise you hear isn't an earthquake; it's just your stomach demanding something, anything. But there's nothing at the apartment, you've already ate whatever was still consumable, and the rest is spoiled.

You're still standing in front of the open empty fridge, deciding on whether to go shopping or not, but the loud grumbling makes the decision for you. But first, you need a shower.

The water feels magical as it flows down your body. It's warm, bringing back sensations in your numb limbs. It cleanses the dread, removes dust, and all the dirt and worries disappear down the drain.

It's kind of refreshing to wear clean clothes after these few days and leaving the apartment, even if it's to go to the grocery store right next to your building. It's almost normal to pick the rice, vegetables, meat, and fruits.

Back at a home that isn't yours, the ingredients for a simple dish are simmering in the pot, and you hum happily while mixing. It's a sound that these walls haven't heard in a while, and it still lingers when you pour the soup in a bowl.

You sit at the table, clasp your hands together with an echoing clap and mutter an itadakimasu. And then it hits you, again. You're at the table, alone. About to eat dinner, alone. You're in this flat, alone. He's not here anymore, not yours anymore.

The dish is forced down your throat, spoon after spoon, even when you choke back the tears. It burns, it hurts, it threatens to go back up, but you continue, swallow after swallow. Because the world hasn't come to a halt, even if yours did.

There's a soft knock on the door, and you notice the room is filled with a red-ish, pink-ish light. You have survived another day, you think glancing at the setting sun.

---

"What the fuck." Osamu mutters under his breath and considers running away. "Why am I even doing this for that dick?"

He knows what Atsumu did. He knows that sometimes things like this happen and it's not necessarily anyone's fault. He's mad because he would never treat you like that. Maybe giving you up back in high school in favour of his twin was a mistake.

The man drags a hand down his face and knocks. Part of him hopes you're out, that you won't open the door and he won't have to pretend that he doesn't see your red, puffy eyes. Another part hopes that upon seeing him you'll just throw yourself into his arms in search of comfort.

There's a click of a lock and then a voice,

"'Samu?"

---

"'Samu? Come in, please."

It hurts how identical they are. Even despite different-coloured eyes, despite Osamu going back to his natural hair, they are so undeniably identical twins. Fuck.

"Would you like some tea? I don't have any coffee, sorry."

He hates the expression you're wearing, he hates how obvious it is that you're in pain, and he hates how it's probably because of his face. He shouldn't overstay his welcome, shouldn't break you any more, but he just can't leave.

When the drinks are ready, both of you sit at the table, the same one that you used to dine at with his brother. Judging by the look in your eyes, he's occupying Atsumu's chair, inflicting damage yet again.

The awkward silence fills the room; neither of you know what to say, because really what is there to say? Between the sips of a hot brew he opts for a meaningless small talk, one of about weather, because any other topic seems dangerous.

Time passes, and after many deafening tick-tocks it's suddenly too dark to see your undereye bags. You stand to turn the lights on.

"'Samu?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you here?"

He looks at you and gulps, not sure of your reaction when he says his name.

"To— to grab 'Tsumu's stuff."

"Did he— he asked you to?"

Osamu nods, and you can feel your blood boil. He was with you for eight fucking years, and he doesn't have the decency to come himself? He threw you away like trash, and he doesn't have the courage to look you in the eyes? He has to drag his brother into this?

You're angry, you're so angry, and the only thing you want is to devastate, to hurt, to break, to trample, just like you were devastated, hurt, broken, and trampled. Osamu stands in front of you.

"Am sorry, Y/n. Am so incredibly sorry."

Blinded by the rage, you hide your face in Osamu's chest, crumple his shirt in your fists, as you decide to destroy the only constant in Atsumu's life. To rip off something that was always his and claim it as yours, even if it’s just for one night.

He’s mad too; he gave you up all those years ago for his brother, only for him to step on it, and in the name of what? He’s spent all those years watching your relationship bloom, wishing you were his instead, but you belonged to his twin, you were untouchable, unattainable. But now, the very same brother left you, spat on Osamu’s sacrifice, and ran away. So he’s going to steal you away, claim you as finally his, even if it’s just for one night.

He hugs you tight, rubbing soothing patterns on your back, and mumbles apology after apology. If there was anything he could do, he'd do it in a heartbeat. There's not one thing he wouldn't do for you.

"'Samu, what's wrong with me? Am I not enough?" You mutter into the fabric. Hook.

"Huh? No, Y/n, look at me." You lift your face and look at him with doe eyes. Line. "There's nothing wrong with ya, yer a wonderful woman." Sinker.

You keep your gaze on him for a moment, pull him down by his shirt as you stand on your toes… and then you kiss him. A gentle peck right on his lips, then another one before you capture his bottom lip between yours.

"I— I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I don't—"

You push yourself off of him, babbling and pretending to panic, but in the corner of your eye you see how much he liked it. Perfect. So you place a finger on your lips, as if the sensation of him still lingered there, and shift your gaze at him.

Everything becomes a blur when you keep looking at each other, millions of feelings swarming in his eyes, a dangerous glint in yours. Everything is hazed over when he pulls you in and crashes his lips on yours.

His warm hands slide under your shirt against your cool skin and you gasp at the sensation. He wastes no time and kisses you deeper, harsher, with a tongue teasing at yours. You wonder if it tastes as sweet to him as it does to you.

Your impatient fingers tug at his shirt, wanting to feel him closer, sooner, right now. The kiss is broken and as if on command, both of you take your shirts off. Osamu's arms snake around your waist again, pulling you into him and into another searing kiss.

It's full of longing, full of hunger, overtaking your senses like a storm. There's just Osamu and the taste of his tongue, the feeling of it sliding and swirling around yours, and the stinging of his bites on your bottom lip.

He pushes you backwards until your thighs hit the edge of the table; you're lifted to sit on it as the black haired twin sucks hot marks onto your neck. His hands are on your thighs, digging in the soft flesh through your pants, and he moves them towards your ass, not forgetting to tease the creases with his thumbs.

A shiver runs down your spine and straight to your cunt; it’s a forbidden fruit with an alluring scent, and you want to bite into it, devour it whole, even if it consumes you back. Just the idea of the act is so sinful, that you can’t help but wonder if the heat inside you is arousal or hellfire.

Osamu’s huge hands unclasp your bra and throw it somewhere on the floor, then they move to cup your tits and squeeze them. His lips are on yours again, kissing you like there’s no tomorrow, as if he’s been waiting for it for a lifetime. A pinch on your nipples makes you release the sweetest little ‘ah’ he’s ever heard in his life.

You’re growing impatient, you want him to finally fill you up, so you tug on the band of his sweats and he gets it. Leaning on your palms you lift your hips us, giving him the opportunity to take both your pants and panties off. Where they land afterwards, you don’t know.

One of his hands reaches straight to your pussy, fingertips prod at the entrance and smear your juices all around your folds.

“Fuck.” He breathes into the kiss. “Yer so fuckin’ wet.”

He flicks your clit a few times and you arch your back in response. Osamu smirks; you’re so sensitive, so responsive, he can’t wait to pull all kinds of sounds from your lips, especially his name. He doesn’t have to wait long though, a few rubs and pinches on your nub and you let out a breathy “‘Samu…”, and he swears he could cum at that moment.

His touch feels so much different from his brother’s—his hands are rougher, fingers thicker, which you notice as the man slips one of them into your cunt. It’s so different but so good, intoxicating even, and you nearly lose your mind when another one joins in.

There’s a steady pace of the pumping of his digits, in and out, in and out, with each time the base of his fingers rubs against your clit. Your walls are squeezing him, nails digging in his shoulders, and when you moan his name again, he has to be inside you. Now.

Osamu pushes you gently so you lay down on the table, and gets rid of his sweats and boxers in the meantime. Your knees are spread wide to invite him into your leaking hole, and he enters in one swift motion. The next few seconds are still, it’s time to adjust to his size, to this new experience, but soon enough he moves again. Tea cups fall to the floor and shatter, but neither of you notices.

At first the thrusts are slow, careful, and he’s watching your face closely for any signs of discomfort. They don’t appear, so the pace is a little quicker, the push a little harder. It’s happening, it’s finally happening, the moment he’s been dreaming of for years at last coming true. It’s difficult to control himself, and soon enough his cock is drilling into you with a force that will surely bruise your cervix.

You’re so full of him, he’s invaded your pussy, your mind—in this moment your whole existence screams “Osamu, Osamu, ‘Samu.” You tell him to go even faster, even harder, to hammer out every thought out of your head. He complies, pulls you closer to the edge of the table and leans down over you. His hands grip the opposite edge of the furniture and Osamu makes an experimental thrust.

And then he’s ramming into you, pushing his cock even further in your cunt, and it’s a miracle that your table is still in one piece. You wrap your arms around his, nails digging in his shoulder blades, as the familiar heat blooms in your abdomen. One of your hands reaches down between your bodies, the other still holding onto him for dear life.

You rub your clit in circles, his cock covered in your slick gliding against your fingers, and you suppose you can’t hold on for much longer. Neither can he, both your brains turned into mush, and between incoherent moans and groans of oh gods and fuckfuckfucks only three words are exchanged.

“Where?”

“Inside. Pill.”

Your thighs shake around him, body arches off the tabletop, and your cunt sucks him deeper and deeper with every clench. His cock twitches at every spasm but he needs to be patient, you need to fall first. And you do, after he suckles harshly on your nipple, with a loud scream of his name. His name. This is what pushes him off the edge, and he spills inside your throbbing pussy in hot spurts.

There’s a moment of silence, only your quickened pants fill the air. You’re still wrapped around him, keeping him inside, and Osamu thinks that maybe this is his chance. Only chance.

“Lemme take ya to bed.” He whispers in your ear and you nod, so he lifts you off the table and carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you down gently, hovering over you, and captures your lips between his once again. Only this time it’s slow, gentle, full of all the words he’s never said. Because this time is not about the hot eruption of anger, not about revenge. It’s about you (and maybe him, if you allow it), about the worship and unspoken feelings.

His kisses trail down, caressing every inch of your skin, every crease and mound of your body, until you ask him to fill you up again. Only then does he push in again, rolling his hips calmly, almost lovingly. Only then does he whisper how beautiful you are in your ear. Only then does he make love to you, until you both fall asleep.

---

You’re woken up by a clinking noise coming from the kitchen, but it takes a moment before your awareness comes back enough to actually process what’s happening. There’s still a faint scent of a cologne and sex in the air; the pillow next to you is rumpled, same as the sheet.

Then it dawns on you—memories of the last night and who you spent it with flow freely into your mind. You wonder if the noise coming from outside of your bedroom is made by your latest hook-up, who just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend’s twin. Your feet search for the slippers but find none; you just throw some t-shirt from the floor on you and patter barefoot to the kitchen.

You’re welcomed with a sight of Osamu’s bare back, very muscular back, marked with long red stripes and a bite mark on his shoulder. There’s a familiar throbbing between your thighs, and it suddenly feels so empty without his cock; even though it’s wrong, it’s wicked, it’s salacious. What the fuck?

The man is still unaware of your presence, digging through the cupboards in search of bowls, plates, chopsticks—anything to serve the breakfast in. For one person, as you notice. Everything is ready, so he places the dishes on a tray and turns to put them on a table, only to be startled by your figure.

“Oh god, ya scared me.”

“Good morning to you too, ‘Samu.”

There’s an awkward silence; you’re still standing facing each other—you in his shirt, him with a tray.

“I made ya breakfast. Thought you’d be hungry when ya wake up.”

“You’re not gonna eat?”

He’s still standing there, but now his eyes are trained on the food, as if he was counting the grains of rice.

“A don’t think ya’d want my company.”

“I do. Stay. Please?”

The smile that shows up on his face is faint, even less visible than the sudden glint in his irises. But he stays, plates another set of dishes and sits by you at the table. The rest of the meal passes in silence; only after the bowls are empty do you speak,

“‘Samu, I’m sorry, I- I used you to—”

“Do ya regret it?” He doesn’t let you finish, his gaze is intense, taking in your confused expression. “Sleepin’ with me. D’ya regret it?”

You let the question sit in your mind for a moment, wait for your conscience to object but it doesn’t happen, so you reply simply, “No.”

“Good. I don’t either. I used ya too, ya know.” Your confusion changes into disbelief, so he leans back on the chair with a sigh and continues. “I got mad. Back in high school I stepped back from pursuing ya. I told ‘im that if he’s serious about ya, A won’t stand in the way. And then looked at ya both wishin’ t’was me. With you. But that dickhead threw it away. I was so mad that I wanted ya to be mine, even just for a moment, yanno?”

It’s a lot to take in, what the fuck are you supposed to say to that? Twin brother of your now ex-boyfriend, the one you have just spent a very pleasant night with, has been feeling something for you? For this whole time? You watch as Osamu shifts to lean on his elbows on the table, face hidden in his palms.

“Sorry for droppin’ that bomb on ya.”

“Do you… Do you still…”

“Love ya? Yeah.” Your heart skips a beat at his words.

“Wait for me. Wait until I heal.”

It’s a selfish request, you know it, but Osamu nods anyway. There’s something to look forward to now, because when you heal, maybe you’ll make the choice you were deprived of.

#osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu smut #miya osamu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #osamu x y/n #miya osamu x y/n #haikyuu x y/n #hq smut #hq x reader #hq x y/n #anilysium server collab #mysh.supernova.[hq]

[bratdesire]

Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine​ for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house. 

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you. 

When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is. 

You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be. 

Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she? 

“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”

Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you. 

“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.” 

Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”

She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.

Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.

“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.” 

He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”

Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”

A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.

You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?” 

His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.

The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible. 

“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.

He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”

Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”

You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?

But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.

Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.

---

“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.

You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”

She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.

Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”

“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.

You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”

That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.

“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.

Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.

She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”

You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”

Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”

You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”

Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.” 

“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”

“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.

This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.

---

Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.

More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.

You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him. 

If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.

Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.

“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.

Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”

“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”

You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.

On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.

You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.

He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”

You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.

“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease. 

His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”

“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”

Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face. 

Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair. 

In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.

He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.

No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair. 

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.

He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other. 

A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”

You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.

Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”

He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.

Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.

“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.

“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.

After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.

Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would’ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.

Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.

That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric. 

After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.

When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans. 

Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.

That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

----

It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks. 

Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need. 

Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?

And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.

Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game. 

He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.

Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.

You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce. 

Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.

Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”

Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.

When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his. 

“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.

You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”

You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him. 

“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.

“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.

“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”

The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”

“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.

The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”

With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.

“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”

You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.

“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”

“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.

“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.

Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.

“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond. 

You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.

“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue. 

A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.

His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.” 

You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.

Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”

He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.

His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.

Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.

Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room. 

You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.

He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.

He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin. 

His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.

Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”

You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.

With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.

His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.

“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.

Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.

“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.

“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make. 

Not that you care. You just want to cum.

“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”

Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.

You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.

“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.

You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.

If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.

He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.

“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.

His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.

Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you. 

“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.

His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—

To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices. 

“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.

He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”

“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.

“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.

You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”

“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see. 

His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.

What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.

“You’re… You have…”

He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”

Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”

You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.

“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.

He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.

But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.

Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”

His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.

When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy. 

You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.

The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.

You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.

You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples. 

Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”

Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.

You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching. 

“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”

Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.

You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”

With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.

You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.

You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.

“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.

He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.

You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.

Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”

You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.

----

When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.

Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.

The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”

You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”

He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.

“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”

You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.

Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”

“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”

“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”

A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.

You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”

A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

And that is how your little arrangement begins.

Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.

However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.

It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.

But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.

Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore. 

You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.

Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.

He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.

“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”  

Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.

He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.

Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.

A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”

The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.

Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end? 

He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.

He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.

“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.

“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer. 

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”

You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.

“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.

“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.

“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.

Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more. 

“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”

You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse. 

“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.

He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck. 

Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.

You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.

Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.

From: Tomie <3

So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?

#haikyuu smut #ukai x reader #ukai smut #haikyuu x reader #ukai keishin #server collab #bunny scribbles #hq smut #hq fanfic #hq reader insert #haikyuu imagines

[bokuroskitten]

“𝔥-𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫⁉️”

〈 Being Kuroo’s secretary, how can you can no ti him? Even when it seems like risky business. 

❦ genre: 18+ MINORS DNI, Ceo Kuroo x Secretary Fem!Reader

❦ word count: 2.1k

❦ warnings: slight dubcon, power imbalance, daddy kink, Exhibitionism, Public sex (sex on a train), one coochie slap, dumbification, daddy kink, pantie gag.

❦ hello! This piece is for the HQHQ server collab “Risky Business.” I’m so exited to be apart of this server and this collab, as well as read everyone pieces! Y’all should check out the other creators involved as well! I hope everyone has as lovely day today. Please let me know what you think of this piece !

You didn’t want to be that girl. The girl that started wearing shorter and tighter pencil skirts to work. The girl who started leaving three buttons of her blouse undone instead of one. The girl who wore lip gloss that was just a little too shiny for the office.

But you just couldn’t help yourself. Not when Kuroo Tetsuro himself, CEO and head of the company started taking an interest in you.

You were nothing more than a secretary, fresh out of business school and trying your very best to create some sort of name for yourself in a male-dominated field. You never expected that on your very first day you’d be escorted into his office.

Never expected to see a man with such handsome features, a shit-eating grin, and to top it all off a millionaire to take an interest in you.

Things had escalated from the moment he said “My, aren’t you a pretty little thing.”

Professional touches had turned into lingering ones, fingertips trailing to the edge of your skirt and threatening to sneak underneath. Business talk had turned into hushed whispers, mumbled into your ear as you were pressed up against a desk. Meetings in his office had gotten a lot longer, and rather than leaving to scurry off to the next task, you usually left with a bit of a stumble, hair tousled and lips bit swollen.

Any thought of moving up, making a name for yourself had been washed away

They were replaced with him, Kuroo Tetsuro.

He was all you seemed to care about. All you thought about when you got ready in the morning, put on his favourite shade of lipstick. All you thought about when you managed to sneak glances at him, all you thought about when you got home, fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

He took up all the space in your brain, and he knew it too.

Which is why he loved keeping you around, which is why he constantly pushed the boundaries with you.

He wanted to see just how obsessed you’d become, what lengths you’d go to keep him pleased.

Sure it was a little messed up taking advantage of a pretty little thing like you, but how could he not? When you followed him around like a needy little puppy, wearing his favourite things and basically begging to be used?

So that's how the two of you ended up here, on the train.

Kuroo usually never had to take the train, he had drivers at his beck and call. But since his pretty little secretary had to take it, sometimes he just couldn’t help himself.

He always loved seeing the way you’d light up when he met you at the station. When he snaked his hand over your hip and whispered a soft “good morning.”

It was still early, but the morning rush was in full effect. People filled the tram in their business attire, some chugging coffees like their life depended on it, others lost on their cellphones. The two of you found a comfy spot in the back. Kuroo held the pole above both of your heads, while you leaned against the wall before him.

Even when he wasn’t looking at you, your eyes were always on him. Scanning the buttons of his crisp white button-up, watching the way his arm muscles would ripple under the fabric when the train took an odd turn. Finally, when he brought that cat-like gaze down to meet yours you could have sighed.

“You’re staring.” He didn’t hold back the tease in his tone, he never did anymore.

“Sorry…” You murmured, but still didn’t take your gaze away from him, not when he was smirking at you like that, not when the small pool of arousal began to sit in the crotch of your panties.

It was sad really, all it took was his gaze.

And Kuroo knew that. He didn’t even need to see the crotch of your panties to know they were currently soaked. Amber eyes lifted from yours only to take a look around the train over his shoulder.

Yea the cart may have been filled, but no one was paying attention to the two of them. Of course they weren’t, everyone was either zoned out or thinking of work.

And since you were just so eager, it seemed like a good time to indulge you.

Keeping his hand on the pole above him his other hand landed on your hip. It seemed innocent enough, large palm rubbing soft circles into your side. You snapped out of the little happy trance of yours when his long fingers travelled up, fingers brushing over each one of the buttons on your blouse.

And undoing them.

“K-Kuroo-San…” you muttered. Frozen. You never said no to him, why would you? But you were on a public train right now, surrounded by a bunch of people.

His facial expression never changed, the same old smirk on his face, brows raised and a little hum leaving his lips when his warm palm slipped into your blouse. He squeezed your clothed breast, making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Kuroo-San” you repeated, this time a little more desperate.

“What, Kitten?”

“I—We’re on..”

“On the train? Yes smart Kitty, we are.” He was so condescending, long fingers slipping under your bra to tweak at your perk nipple.

You would have squeaked if you were in his office, but instead, you just bit the inside of your cheek, hard, back pressing into the wall of the train.

“S-So maybe we shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what?” He murmured, brows rose in amusement. His other hand finally left the pole to rest on your hip. It slid low, just low enough that the tips of his long fingers slipped under the skirt you wore, brushed along your inner thighs.

Along with him pinching your nipple, you were having a hard time keeping still. Not trusting your own mouth you just clenched your thighs around his fingertip in hopes that he’d slow down—

You gasped from the sudden smack that landed over your clothed cunt. Your eyes quickly darted around the cart, in hopes that no one had heard or seen—

But Kuroo was quick to grab your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. Despite the playfulness that still shone in his eyes, there was a sternness there that made you want to sink into the wall.

“Eyes on me, Kitty. Are you really trying to stop me from touching what’s mine?”

“Kuroo-San w-we’re”

“W-We’re on a train. Yes. I fucking know. I want to have my way with you, now. So, gimme your panties.”

You could feel it, the way you squirmed in place, the way heat flared all over your face, travelling down your chest. The way that your fingers trembled when they slowly reached up under your pencil skirts, tugging down at your panties.

Which were completely soaked, they actually left a shiny trail down your thigh.

There was no way people didn’t notice now, not when you bent a bit to scoop the material from off your ankles, fingers still trembling as you dropped the damp fabric into his palm. How could they not when he sniffed them so obnoxiously?

He didn’t say another word when he turned you over, pressed your cheek into the train wall. You should have said no again, should have at least cleaned the surface from god knows what could be on the public walls.

But you couldn’t seem to form any words or coherent thought for that matter. Not when he pulled your hips back, arching your back just enough so the bulge in his slacks could rub up against your pussy. Not when he slowly stuffed your soiled panties between your lips, whispering close to your ear.

“Stay quiet Kitten. Daddy needs to use you right here, right now. Be my good girl and take it, yea?”

You could only nod, muffling a weak ‘yes Daddy’ as your own arousal saturated your tongue. Kuroo wasted no time in pulling out his cock, sliding into you from behind with ease considering just how wet you were.

And it was thrilling, so very thrilling as he felt your walls tighten around his cock, as people shuffled by and scooted around the train just right behind them. Some people must have known, they must know that he’s currently balls deep in your perfect cunts, velvet walls already threatening to milk him for everything he’s worth.

And he couldn’t care less. If anything, he wanted them to see.

Wanted them to see just how lucky he was to have the perfect little toy, who let him fuck her anywhere. Like right here on the train.

His thrusts were quick and short, his hips humping into your ass and making the smallest of clapping sounds. His hands were firmly pressing you into the wall, keeping you still as drool bubbled from your lips, right past the pantie gag. He knew it wouldn’t take him long at all, not in a place like this, not when your cunt kept fluttering, dribbling around his cock and begging to be filled full of cum

He was so lucky to have a precious kitten who only thought with her cunt.

“Gunna fill this kitty cunt up, right here on the train, you want that, don’t you baby?”

His teeth were grazing your ear, making your eyes flutter and your head nod desperately. The angle he was at allowed for his tip to tap up against your sweet spot with every jerk, making your legs feel weak. Had it not been for the wall, or the bruising grip he had on your waist, you probably would have tumbled over by now.

“My good girl, get ready. Once daddy fucks you full, you’re gonna put those panties back on and stay full with me all day.”

Your cunt clenched around him again. There was nothing better, going into work already stuffed with Kuroo. You knew his arousal would probably find its way down your thigh while at the office.

But honestly, you didn’t care, everyone should know anyway that you're his.

His thrusts were a little harder as he came, a muffled grunt slipping from his lips despite the way he bit down on his lower lip. The feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up made you mewl, body relaxing into the wall. This was always the best part. When his thrusts became a little messy as he fucked his seed deep into your pussy.

You just wanted to be filled with him always.

“Good fucking girl.” He murmured, spreading your cheeks apart as he pulled himself free. You must had cum right along with him, too fucked dumb to even realize your own pleasure. His cock was coated, a sheen of slick outlining his veins.

“My stupid little kitty, didn’t even know you were creaming on my cock did you?”

You couldn’t respond, breath coming out short and shaky from your nose. How could you focus on your own high anyway when his cum took up every space in your brain?

One of Kuroo’s hands shuffled through his briefcase to find a pack of tissues. He was quick to wipe off his cock, tucking it back into his slacks with ease. He used the tissue to block your stretched hole, giving your hip an expectant squeeze.

“C’mon dumb little baby, put those panties back on. You can’t lose a single drop, or else you won’t be able to think straight.”

And he was right, functioning without him inside you seemed harder and harder these days.

You pulled your panties out of your mouth, and despite the material being heavy with drool and cum you still slid them up your legs. The crotch felt cold against your pussy, which was still so sensitive post-orgasm. It made goosebumps rise along your flesh.

Kuroo gave your pussy a couple of pats before pulling your skirt back down to its proper placement. Despite the tremble in your fingers you still managed to do up your blouse as well.

When he turned you back around he sighed at the fucked out look in your eyes, the way your lips still hung slightly open. He gave you a kiss, one much too intimate for the train.

But so was what you just did, moments before.

“You look a little dishevelled baby. You should probably freshen up before we head into the office, yea?”

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[tetsurouskuro]

Reunion

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, slight angst, breeding kink, unprotected sex, public sex, bokuto does the kabedon

word count: 5,006

a/n: this is my submission for the Haikyuu Headquarters second NSFW server collab! this time it’s the prompt “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” you can find the masterlist HERE by the amazing @vixen-scribbles who is my queen so go give her a follow! 💖

thank you @deathcab4daddy​ & @gallickingun​ for beta reading, ily guys so much (go give them a follow if you aren’t already)! 💖

now enjoy; feedback is always appreciated! <3

tag list: @miamiya (message me if you want to be included)

Synopsis: Three years has passed since you got your heart broken by your one true love Bokuto Koutarou. A high school reunion is about to take place at Fukurodani Academy. What will happen when you finally meet your ex boyfriend? 

MASTERLIST!

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Your eyes scanned the invitation card from your high school. Reading every word that’s written. A high school reunion. The thought alone makes you think of him. Wondering how he’s doing. He may be your ex and the boy who broke your heart, but he was your first and still to this day, your only love, and you knew why he did it. He had his reasons.

He had talked you through it before you both graduated high school. He had told you that he wanted to focus on volleyball and that he was going to move away from Tokyo, and you were not the type to try and stop him. You wanted him to succeed. You also had to think about your future and what you wanted to achieve. Both of you went your separate ways, heartbroken that you could not be together anymore.

Bokuto succeeded in achieving his dream. He was playing in big arenas with huge crowds, on TV and he was a well-known volleyball player. The number 4 ace and captain from Fukurodani made it big, just like he promised you all those years ago.

You sighed and placed the card onto your fridge. There was still one week left until the reunion, and it wasn’t like Bokuto would show up. He was busy with volleyball, especially since a new season just started. 

You sigh and turn around to grab the warm coffee cup and head to your couch. Once seated you turn on Netflix and start a random show. Grabbing your phone, you go to the search bar on Facebook and search for your ex-boyfriend. Once the two of you had broken up you had unfriended him immediately. You knew it was going to be hard to get over him, so to save you from having to see his posts and face on Facebook, you removed him.

He’s the first one that pops up. You share mutual friends, so it isn’t that weird. You go to pictures and see him with all sorts of different people, smiling and laughing. Sometimes even looking, upset?

Sighing you close the application, lock your phone, and toss it next to you on the couch. Closing your eyes, you throw your head back against the headrest, hoping and praying that Bokuto doesn’t show up to the reunion.

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Wearing a black evening gown with a front slit, thin shoulder straps, and a pair of black heels you step into the big gymnasium where the rest of all the third years are gathered. A waitress walks up to you with a tray in hand, offering you a welcome drink, probably champagne. You take a glass and nod your thanks. Taking a sip, you sigh and take in your surroundings. People are standing in groups, chatting, and laughing. You see Yamato, Konoha, Haruki, Yukie, and Kaori in the middle. Konoha looks your way and you lock eyes. He smiles widely and waves you over. The rest of the gang turns around and sees you too, all of them start to yell at you to rush over.

You smile at them and head towards the squad.

“(y/n)! you’re here!” Yukie excitedly exclaims.

“Yes. Here I am,” you laugh. “How’s everyone? Haven’t seen you all in ages.”

 You stand there talking with everyone. You chug the rest of your glass and turn around to grab another just as a round of applause is heard. You follow everyone’s gaze and see someone enter the gymnasium.

“Hey, hey, heeeeeey!” The voice echoes. A familiar voice.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You chant and shove your champagne glass to Yukie. “I need to use the loo.”

“Wait- (y/n)!” She yells after you, but you’re already headed for the door that leads you towards the nearest toilet.

Your heart is beating hard, you can feel your pulse rising. Adrenaline has kicked in and you feel nervous. You’re breathing heavily as you reach the door, turning around slightly to just peek at the man that has made you react this way.

He hasn’t spotted you yet. He’s surrounded by girls and boys, welcoming their former ace to the reunion. You stand there, the door slightly opened, your body halfway through the doorframe and take him in.

He’s wearing ripped black jeans, a matching black tee, black vans, and a light blue jean jacket. His hair is spiked the same way as usual and his golden eyes are filled with happiness. He laughs loudly and scans the room like he’s looking for someone and then his orbs land on you. The way he gazes at you makes your whole-body shiver and you feel like you can’t breathe. You stand still, watching him watch you for a second more until you turn your body back and go through the door and towards the ladies’ room.

Once inside you stand by the door, back against it, trying to control your breathing.

Okay (y/n), calm down! Act normal and don’t freak out!

After 5 minutes you turn around and push the door and walk out, walking back to the gymnasium. You pass a hallway when suddenly-

“(y/n)?”

“Jesus fucking christ!” You jump. “Don’t scare me like that.” You exclaim and turn around and are met with a pair of golden eyes.

“Ah sorry,” Bokuto speaks, his hand rubbing the back of his head. “I just wanted to see how you were feeling. You rushed out so fast.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh. “I just needed to use the toilet.”

“Oh. Okay.” There’s a long pause. Both of you are silent.

“Bokuto-kun!” A female voice yells out, interrupting the awkward silence and you turn around to see where the female is.

“I should head back. Yukie is probably waiting for me,” you lie. “It was nice seeing you Bokuto,” you smile at him and turn around to leave, but he grabs you by the forearm and pulls you towards him.

“Let’s take a walk around the school. I don’t wanna head back just yet.”

“Bokuto I-“

“Please (y/n)? I haven’t seen you in ages and I just wanna talk.”

“Fine,” you sigh.

“Great,” he smiles. “Let’s go then!” He grabbed your hand instead and intertwined his fingers with yours as he dragged you down the hallway and escaped the voice of the girl that was calling his name.

He suddenly stops outside of your old classroom and you both stand there, panting and trying to control each other’s breathing.

“Felt like a teenager doing that,” he laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just need a moment.” Still panting, you stay silent, and watch his tall frame. You stand up straight and clear your throat. Bokuto turns his body sideways and looks at you.

“Do you think it’s open?”

“I don’t know, but what do you wanna talk about Bokuto?” You speak up, wanting to get away from this situation. “We broke up. We’re exes, we’re not supposed to be like this.”

The silence returns, Bokuto’s eyes never leaving yours. You watch him, still out of breath you feel an aching pain in your chest. You fist both of your hands beside your body, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I- shit,” you curse and let out a small laugh. “I need to leave.” You’re just about to turn around when Bokuto’s right arm slams itself on the wall to your left, stopping you in your tracks. You press your back to the wall and raise your head so you can meet his gaze. His tall frame towering over you.

“Don’t,” he sighs. “Don’t leave.” You don’t listen to his plea and try to leave again but this time he slams his left arm on the wall, caging you in.

“Bokuto. Let me go!”

“No!”

“I- What?”

“I came to this reunion mainly so I could see you,” he pauses before continuing. “I made up my mind that if you came, I would try to get you back, ‘cause I still fucking love you.” His golden eyes stare right into yours. You can see the determination in them.

“The way we broke things off, I should never have ended it that way. We shouldn’t have ended it that way. If I could go back and change it, I would’ve made you come with me. I was stupid to let you go.”

“Bokuto, I-“

“And stop calling me Bokuto!” he fumes. “You never called me that while we were dating and-“

“We’re not dating now!” You respond, interrupting him.

“I know!” He slams his right fist on the wall, making you jump. You have never seen Bokuto this upset before, not even when you broke up.

“I’m sorry. Shit (y/n) I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I-“

“It’s okay, Bo! It’s… fine,” you sigh out that last word. You let your head hang low, watching the ground, seeing how close his body is to you. You gulp, trying to contain your thoughts. You haven’t had any sexual contact with anyone for as long as you can remember, and seeing Bokuto now, here, this close makes you clench your thighs together. But you would not let your sexual desires over him take over. If he wanted you back, he had to tell you, and apologize.

“When I- We broke up I did it because I wanted to focus on volleyball.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Wait, let me finish.” You stay silent and let him continue.

“I wanted you to come with me, I wanted you with me so badly and I thought that I couldn’t let you come with me because I didn’t want you to stop chasing your dreams. Volleyball was my ambition, not yours.” He pauses for a second, collecting his thoughts and breathing before continuing. 

“But I was wrong and dumb. I didn’t ask what you wanted, I just assumed and chose for you. I should’ve talked it out with you, asked you if you wanted to come with me and I didn’t. I fucked up,” he takes a deep breath before yet again continuing talking, expressing his emotions.

“Over these past few years, I haven’t been able to let you go. You were always on my mind. You had taken over my head so bad that I started seeing things. Seeing you on the streets, in the audience while I was playing. I never stopped thinking about you. I even stalked your Facebook multiple times and-”

“You stalked my Facebook?” You look up, watching him. Your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

“Yeah, not my proudest moment but I did. I needed to see your face, needed to see what you were doing, and if you were seeing someone. If you were as miserable as I was,” he sighs, his eyes watching yours. “Please (y/n) I am desperate. I want you back. Give me a second chance. I need you back in my life. If you just give me a small chance, I will prove it to you that I will be one of the best decisions you’ll ever make.”

Bokuto sighs out loudly, like he was in pain, and places a kiss on top of your head before sinking so his eyes are in front of yours. His face just mere inches from yours.

“Just give me one chance. Just one so I can have you back. I want you (y/n). I want to be able to call you mine again. I just need one-“

You decide to instead of using words you crash your lips against his. Cutting him off mid-sentence, wrapping your arms around his neck. It only takes Bokuto a few seconds to respond by kissing you back, his body pressing itself close to yours, his forearms bracing him on the wall.  

You break off the kiss, bite your lip, and look into his golden shimmering eyes. “I never stopped loving you either.”

“Really? I expected you to have a boyfriend or fiancé by now.”

“No,” you groan. “I tried dating, but nobody compares to you.” He smiles widely at your words. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’ll try to give you everything I can Bo, I’ll try-“

“Everything means nothing if I can’t have you (y/n)!” Blushing you look down, but Bokuto grabs your face in his hands and presses a kiss on your lips again. And again. You fist a handful of his shirt in your palms and press your body close to his, feeling his semi poking you and showing how much he wants you.

“You’re mine, (y/n). I love you so much,” he moans against your lips and then pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. His hands moving to grab your ass, pushing your pelvis against his. “I’m gonna prove it to you. I need you now. No time to waste.”

He pushes himself off you and turns around, trying to open your old classroom door and to his luck it does. His wide smile is back as he ushers you in.

“Wait- Bo! We can’t, not here.”

“Aww c’mon baby, it’ll be fun and besides,” he pauses, still looking at you as he undoes his belt. “I always wanted to fuck you in this classroom back in the day.”

His sentence makes you hurry inside, and you look around the now unfamiliar classroom. You hear Bokuto close and lock the door, the sound of his zipper being pulled down makes you turn around and face him. His pants are undone but still around his hips.

“Come here baby,” obeying, you take a few steps forward and stop once you’re in front of him. Both of his hands grab you by the waist and pull you forward, his lips instantly crashing to yours. His lips don’t stay on yours too long as they start to travel down the side of your neck towards your exposed collarbone. While his lips are giving your upper body some attention, his hands push your dress up, exposing your black lace thong to his fingertips.

Bokuto recognizes the material and stops his movements just so he can peek at your underwear. He grunts.

“Do you… like them?”

“I love them, baby. Jesus Christ.” Bokuto’s lips return to yours, his index and middle finger tracing the outline of your slit, making you squirm. He then removes them and ushers you to get up on one of the desks, and you do, but not before you remove your thong as sexy as you can, and throw it on the ground nearby.

“Babe, you’re gonna be the death of me!” he exclaims in a groan and hurries back to you. His body standing between your thighs. A slight breeze passes making you shudder, your nipples peek through your dress. Bokuto notices this and instantly with both of his hands, he pushes your dress down your arms and chest, making your breast spring free.

“Haven’t touched these girls in years,” he speaks while palming them both. “So beautiful.”

“Bo- I-“

“Shh love. It’s all about you now,” he removes his right hand just so he can tease your opening. Lubricating your core with your wetness before inserting a finger inside you, making you moan and throw your head back.

“Baby. Look at me,” he groans. You pull your head back and watch him. He removes his left hand and places it beside you, bracing all his weight on it while his other hand is occupied with your cunt. His finger going in and out of you, your walls clamping around him tightly. He snickers at how wet you feel around him and adds another finger, his middle and ring finger are fucking you slowly, too slow for your liking.

“Bokuto, please. I want more,” you moan.

“Easy now baby, I wanna savor this moment. Feeling your wet cunt around my fingers after such a long time,” he grunts. “God baby, you’re so wet.”

“I know, it’s all for you Bokuto.”

He licks his lips seductively and leans in closer to you, his breath hits your neck and makes your whole body shudder. His tongue comes out and licks you up from your collarbone to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and making you let out a sigh in pleasure.

“Do you like that, hmm?” He snickers. “Do you like my fingers inside you (y/n)?”

“Y-Yes Bo, I-I love them,” you moan. He lets out a slight “fuck” as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and thrusts his digits harder inside your wet and aching core. Wanting you to cum so badly. He arches his fingers inside you, making them hit your g-spot.

“Bo, please. I’m so close,” you groan. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You keep on whining to him, the once familiar feeling returning to the pit of your stomach. The pressure in your lower abdomen is getting higher and higher. Your legs start to shake and in just a couple of seconds, you’re releasing yourself around his fingers, your right-hand wraps itself around his wrist, nails digging into his soft skin as you moan out loudly from orgasming. 

“Kou!” you scream, your walls clamping themselves around him, his fingers still going in and out of you, your legs shaking and your pelvis grinding itself on his hand. Eyes closed and mouth wide open and panting, trying to get your breathing under control.

After a minute, you open your eyes and are met by a smug smile as he removes his fingers and raises his hand to his lips, licking your juices off his fingers while still maintaining eye contact with you. 

“I missed the taste of you baby,” he groans. His long fingers going inside that beautiful mouth of his. A big smile on his lips, his excitement palpable. 

Once he has licked his fingers clean, he moves his hands to his pants and starts to pull them down his long legs along with his briefs, his cock springing free and colliding with his lower abdomen. Precum leaking from the tip. 

Your eyes are glued on his hard member. It’s as beautiful as you remember, two veins going around his shaft, the pink head craving attention. 

Your eyes never leave his crotch as his hand goes down and wraps itself around his hard cock, moving up and down slowly.

“You’re so eager, I love it baby, so sexy when you look at me like that,” his voice speaks, making you look up and meet his golden eyes. He takes a small step forward and with his hand that’s around his cock he traces your lips, mixing his precum with your wetness. 

“Wait Kou- Condom!” You moan. The fact that you managed to even utter those words surprised you, but you didn’t know who he’s been with.

“I didn’t bring one,” he answers. “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you instead,” he groans and rams himself inside you. Your walls clenching around him tightly. Your heat making his cock twitch from excitement. 

“Fuck Kou, you- you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. I can feel you pulsating around me.” He’s still for a moment, letting you get used to him. Had he gotten bigger since you last were with him? Or had it just been such a long time since you’ve had sex? It didn’t matter to you, you loved the feeling of him stretching your walls, making your tight cunt ache for him to move.

His hips backtrack only to force themself back to you, colliding and hitting your g-spot, making you throw your head back and grip the edge of the table hard. Your eyes are closed as you take in all the pleasure that he’s giving you. He repeats the same action, he grunts and you moan at the friction.

“Baby look at me,” he moans, his hand going to your cheek, holding it with his large palm. “I want you to look at me.”

You answer him by moaning, opening your (y/e/c) eyes looking at him, pleasure displayed on his handsome face as he starts to increase both his speed and the power of his thrusts. His hips colliding against yours with a strong force. The pleasure is displayed on your face, a lewd look as you’re loving the way he continues to ram himself inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum inside of that pretty cunt, baby. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears him. He loved the excitement of knowing you could get busted having sex in your old classroom but he didn’t care. He had craved you for 3 long years and he wasn’t going to let this moment pass up. 

“I want a future with you,” he continues. “I want to marry you. I want to get you pregnant.” 

This makes your cunt clench for him. Your walls clamping themselves tightly around him. Marrying him? Pregnant? 

"Oh, you'd like that baby? You want me to breed you, baby?" His thrust hits hard, his cock going deep into your core. His eyes travel down, watching his cock going and out of you. The wetness surrounding it like lube, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. His gaze is locked on where both of you connect, watching the way your cunt swallows him whole.

"Fuck baby. Beg for me to fill you, I know you love the feel of my cum inside you."

"Oh god Kou, please fill me with your cum. Breed me," you almost sing. Your voice is filled with all kinds of emotions, pleasure consuming you.

"You want me to breed you, baby? Fill you up with all my sperm," he moans, his hands holding your hips in place as his thrusts got deeper and deeper inside you. The tip of his cock grazing your g-spot viciously, the pressure in your abdomen getting stronger after each thrust. The thought of you swollen with his child made him even harder and closer to reaching his climax. 

"Cum for me baby, I want you to cum for me. Cum with me. I'm so close," his thrusts get sloppier and you know he is near his release. 

"Cum with me Koutarou. Let's do it together."

"Fuck (y/n)," his whole body stills as he ejaculates inside you. The warmth of his semen spurting in you, coating your walls and you follow him soon afterward. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you coat his cock with your release. 

Your body is shaking from the intense orgasm you just had, your teeth biting into your lower lip and you feel him move, his still hard cock going in and out of you. Bokuto is making sure that his cum doesn’t come out, to make sure you’re bred and hoping you get pregnant from this. 

"Mhm Kou," you moan. Your eyes glance up to his face. A big smile was plastered on his lips. 

"That was so hot baby. I want more."

"I don't think I can stand," you giggle. His eyes are watching you, the smile on your face making his heart squeeze harder and being filled with all his love for you. 

"What now?" Your tender voice asks. 

"I'm waiting."

"... On what?" 

"For you to calm down before I go for round two,” he smirks. 

“W-Wait. Hold on. Round two?”

“You didn’t think I was already finished with you, baby? I’m just getting started.” With that being said, he flips you over. The action making his cock get pulled out from your heat. 

You’re bent over and your front is pressed against the now warm desk. His hands start to caress your body, from the base of your neck to your naked ass. He gives your ass some attention before slapping each cheek, making you jump from the sudden action.

"I could just cum from the sight of you," he grunts. "I'm gonna cum inside you again, to make sure you're bred."

"Kou-tarou~," you moan as he enters you without warning, his cock rock hard and coated in both your juices and his semen. His hands holding your hips still as he thrusts deep inside you. Ramming his cock hard into your wet and tight core. His fingertips are digging hard into your flawless skin, leaving a mark but you don’t care. The only thing that’s going through your mind right now is the way his cock is pounding into your wet and swollen cunt.

"I won't stop until you're dripping with my cum, to be sure you're pregnant with my child," he almost screams. "Jesus fuck baby the way you clench around me is wonderful."

Your cunt clenches harder around his cock, the thought of being pregnant with his child makes you reach some kind of bliss that you never thought you could. The soft image pops up in your mind for a second, but it’s soon gone as one of his hands grabs your shoulder, his other following suit.

You can feel his semen leaking out as he continues to ram into you, and you know he notices it cause he lets out a snicker. 

"My cum is seeping out of your pussy, but I'll fill you up again baby. I'll fill you up again and again."

"Kou- I'm gonna cum again," you moan. Your left hand holding the edge of the desk while your right one is in front of you, trying to grab something and it does as Bokuto's right hand comes forward and intertwines with yours, clamping around it. His body pressed against yours. Feeling his breath on your neck.

"Say it, baby, say what I want to hear."

"P-Put a baby inside me Koutarou please."

"Fuck yes," he moans vocally, biting down on your neck as he fills your cunt with his cum, the feel of his cum inside you again makes you clench around him and you reach your climax. 

"Yeah, my cum makes you orgasm so fucking hard right baby?"

"Mhm," you answer, too worn out to even form your own words. 

You press the side of your face on the desk and close your eyes. You're breathing heavily, so is Bokuto. His warm breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps form on all of your body. 

"(y/n)?"

"Yeah?" 

"I'm getting soft."

"Oh my god!" You giggle. 

"Stop. You're making me fall out, stop it!" This makes you laugh out loud, this man who just minutes ago went all sex god on you is now filled with concern. 

"Are you alright though? I wasn't too hard? Or rough? Or-"

"Baby, you were perfect," you answer in a giggle, interrupting his worrying self. 

There's a comfortable silence surrounding you both, not a single word is uttered. The only sound is the sound of your breathing. 

Suddenly you feel him move and pull himself out of you. Bokuto is fast with tucking himself inside his briefs and pulling his pants up, buckling his belt too. While doing this, you feel his cum seeping out from your hole.

"Hold on I'm on it," his voice speaks and you can hear him look for something to clean you up with. "This will do."

He's back fast and with some paper towels that are not very nice to your lady parts, and he cleans you up. The feeling of the paper made you wince, both from being sensitive and roughly fucked by your ex and now boyfriend, but also from the paper not being soft enough for your liking. 

"I'm done, there," he softly speaks, his voice filled with tenderness but also worry, that it was hurting you. He wasn't. He was doing something so much more, and you loved him for that. 

Getting up and getting dressed was the part where it got uncomfortable for you, his eyes stared at you as you dressed, fixing both your gown and hair, making it not look like you’ve just been fucked. 

Your thoughts wander to what had just happened. Was this just some kind of roleplay or did he want to impregnate you? Not that it mattered for you, you couldn’t care less because you got what you had wanted for years. Him.

Once you’re done you turn around and see that Bokuto is already watching you, a big smile on his lips. 

"What?"

"Nothing. You’re just so beautiful I can stare at you all night.”

"I-" you blush. “Thank you.”

"Now,” he says as he takes a small step forward and grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His smile still there and you can see how his eyes are glowing. 

“I love you,” he kisses you. “I love you so much (y/n). You’re the love of my life.”

"Again."

"Huh?" He turns his head to the side, not knowing what you mean. 

"Say it again. I need to hear it again." With confidence, he grabs your face in his hands and holds you in place. His eyes watching yours and with the softest smile on his lips, he says: 

"I love you.”

"I love you too." You sigh in happiness and he seals your lips with a passionate kiss. Both of you smiling through the kiss in pure bliss. 

He pulls away and grabs your hand and starts to lead you out of the classroom and in the opposite direction of the party. Confusion consumes you as you speak.

"Kou, baby. The party is that way," you giggle and point down the other side of the hall. 

"I know. We're not returning."

"We're not?" You ask in confusion.

"No."

"Why not?" He stops in his tracks and you collide with his rock hardback. He turns around, smirking.

"We have 3 years of lovemaking to do and I want you in my bed when doing that." He returns and walks you out and into the parking lot, leading to his car and a future of you and him together again. Nothing could stop you now.

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Deal With a Devil

Hey everyone! Welcome to my part of the new NSFW Anilysium Server Collab! The theme for it this time is Halloween! Please check out some of the other amazing writers and artists in the collab by following the link! I'm a little late this time sorry!!! 🙇🏻‍♀️😖😭

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Summary: You get dragged into a demonic summoning ritual on Halloweeen and somehow end up in a Deal with a Devil.

10.9K+ Words

General Warnings: Swearing, NSFW 18+ minors dni!, Demon Summoning Ritual, mentions of past rape/non-con (but none in story), mentions of death/murder/selling your soul, relationship negotiations, mentions of demon babies

NSFW Warnings: Smut and a bit of fluff, monster fucking, demon!Kuroo, switch!reader and switch!Kuroo, slight somnophilia (Could maybe be classed dubcon but is actually enthusiastically consented to), brief/minor choking, degradation/praise, sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, biting, hair pulling, nipple play, overstimulation, strange dick, slight cock-warming, very mild blood play (vampire type stuff), breeding kink

“Why did I let you talk me into this again?” you asked your friend, keeping your voice low as you eyed your surroundings dubiously.

It was Halloween and still fairly early in the evening, the sun was just about to set, and both you and she were dressed to kill in costumes that made you feel utterly sexy. You’d been looking forward to a night out, to cutting loose and having fun, barhopping or maybe finding a nice club to dance the night away in. Unfortunately your friend had other plans.

She’d always been into the occult, absolutely one of those who believed in things like demons and ghosts without question. She was superstitious as hell, refusing to step on cracks in the sidewalk, zealously avoiding ladders, refusing to kill ladybugs, and practically barricading herself inside her room whenever Friday the 13th rolled around. The one time she’d accidentally broken a mirror she’d been near hysterical and had gone to get herself cleansed.

You weren’t nearly as wary as she was, and were far more skeptical of the supernatural, finding her a bit too needlessly dramatic over things you personally viewed as inconsequential and silly. Still she was a good friend outside of that, and it wasn’t hurting you or her to let her believe as she pleased so you let it go and simply indulged or ignored her little habits.

Which was how you somehow found yourself here, not scouting a nice bar or standing in line for a club, but in the middle of a forest clearing, your nice heels sinking into the dirt as you desperately tried not to roll an ankle.

“You said you were having a dry spell, right?” she sassed, though she kept the words quiet so as to not disturb the other women who were shuffling around the clearing, making preparations, drawing strange lines and symbols on the grass with a black tarry looking substance, “Well this is going to put an end to that!”

It was true you’d broken up with your boyfriend months ago, the two of you parting on amicable terms, the spark of your relationship having simply died out and while you’d had a few dates since, there hadn’t been any sort of chemistry with them, definitely nothing that made you want to bring them home with you even just for a one night stand. Thus you’d been making do with your good friend Mr. Rabbit but it was nowhere near as fulfilling as you knew a partner could be.

“And how is this supposed to do that exactly?” you asked her skeptically as you eyed the candles that were being placed around the circle, “Wouldn’t being at a club and finding a nice man to dance with be more productive?”

“Madame Carver says this ritual will increase your drives and fulfill your desires,” your friend told you excitedly, practically bouncing in place, “Apparently it will help with just about anything you want to do. I personally, am hoping it helps me with finishing my stupid Thesis at long last.”

You don’t get the chance to ask her just who this Madame Carver is as a woman approaches and passes both of you red candles before ushering you into a place around the circle they’ve created. You’re not sure how they’re arranging people, but you end up separated from your friend, standing between two strangers.

A quick glance around the circle shows that everyone present is female, and while some are clearly eager, some nervous, others, the ones you relate to most, look just as skeptical as you feel about this whole thing, which does make you feel better. Honestly, you feel more than a bit ridiculous, but for your friend’s sake you’ll stay and get whatever the hell this is over with so you can go out and actually enjoy yourself without her sulking about missing it. Personally you think heightened desires isn’t exactly what you’re looking for at the moment, you’re pent up enough as it is, but you doubt this silly thing is going to hurt anyone so you see no harm in going through with it.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you almost miss the entrance of a woman dressed all in red, the shade a bright crimson that reminds you of blood. She was a regal looking woman, not traditionally beautiful but striking nonetheless with dark riotous curls and strong features, bronze skin almost glowing in the little light left from the quickly setting sun.

As she stepped into the center of the circle you’d formed with the other women she took a glance around and you had to admire her dedication to her roll. Her eyes had been a shocking crimson color, one that matched her dress, and had what almost looked like a cat’s slut pupil. You wondered if after the ceremony or whatever she’d be offended if you asked where she got her colored contacts from, because they’d looked seriously impressive.

“Welcome, my sisters,” she greeted, her voice a warm, deep, mesmerizing contralto. Just listening to those three brief words you could see how she could con people into believing she was some kind of witch or mystic, she certainly sounded the part and you had no doubt that this was the Madam Carver your friend had mentioned.

“Before we begin our ceremony this Samhain night a final warning,” she told the group, spinning in a slow circle to make eye contact with everyone as if to impress the seriousness of her words, “While this ceremony is meant to ensure you’re granted your deepest of desires, never forget that for everything received there must be something given, a price paid in body, blood, or soul. Demons will always fulfill their end of the bargain, their very being demands it, however they are demons at the end of the day, they will never grant you something for nothing.”

Your friend had definitely not mentioned anything about paying any sort of price for this whacko ritual and if she’d been in your line of sight you would’ve been glaring at her. Fortunately for her and unfortunately for you she was somewhere off to your right and you couldn’t actually see her unless you stepped out of your place, something you weren’t quite willing to do just yet.

However, the minute someone asked you to cut yourself to donate blood, tried to sacrifice someone or started an orgy you were nope-ing the fuck out. Like hell were you going to participate in anything like that. The orgy might’ve been something you could be down for if there were men present, but you simply weren’t all that sexually attracted to women.

“If anyone wants to leave, now is the time to do so,” Madame Carver warned seriously, pulling you from your slightly panicked thoughts, “Once the pact is made there is no turning back.”

Several of the women around the circle shifted anxiously, but none of them actually made a move to go, the power of peer pressure and either fervent belief or blatant skepticism keeping everyone in place.

You tried to reassure yourself that your friend would never be involved in blood or human sacrifice of any kind, which was reassuring, though the reminder that she was apparently willing to deal with so called demons wasn’t exactly comforting. You didn’t particularly believe in them, but you knew she did, so either she was more desperate to finish her Thesis than you’d thought or she thought the ritual was harmless, either way it probably wouldn’t be too bad right?

“Very well, if everyone is ready, let’s begin,” Madame Carver announced solemnly after a few seconds when no one moved, “Don’t forget that during the ritual you must think of that which you desire most, hold it tightly in your mind lest you accidentally leave your contract open ended.”

With that final warning she stepped forward to the woman who was standing at what looked like some kind of nexus point in the circle, hand reaching out. You were sure how she hid the lighter but a small flame sprang forth and lit the candle the woman was holding in an impressive bit of sleight of hand. The woman lit the candle of the woman to her left, who did the same with the woman to her left, each woman continuing on as they passed the flame carefully around the circle.

You’d been a bit anxious about your turn afraid you’d embarrass yourself by dropping your candle or somehow setting something on fire, but you managed to accept the flame from the woman next to you, a pretty blonde with the brightest green eyes you’d ever seen, who also seemed to be wearing some kind of colored contact lenses that gave her a slit pupil, and passed the flame on to the woman next to you.

Once everyone was holding a lit candle Madam Carver went back to the center of the circle and began to chant. You had no idea what she was saying or what language it was, if it was any sort of language at all or just speaking tongues, but it sounded impressive at least. Skeptical though you were you couldn’t deny there was definitely something in the air, though you put that down to anticipation from the true believers among the women you couldn’t help but be a little drawn into it yourself.

As she chanted a strange sort of wind began to blow, a scent filling the clearing that was strangely alluring, spicy, and masculine, the kind of scent that would’ve caught your attention no matter the man wearing it, it was that tempting. The sound of faint whispers, interspersed with low grumbles, like the vibration of a man’s voice when you had your ear pressed to their chest swirled through the air around you, humming deep in your bones as Madame Carver continued to chant, her voice slowly but surely rising in volume, her body appearing to be under an almost physical strain as the scent grew stronger and the voices grew louder.

You didn’t even realized how utterly enraptured you were by it, drawn in by sight, smell and sound the faint wind almost like the caress of fingers against your skin. Something in the air made you feel hypnotized, almost hazy, everything feeling a bit not quite right, something flickering in and out of the corner of your vision as if daring you to turn your head to look, only it felt far too heavy to move.

It felt like there were eyes on you, looking, judging, inspecting, appraising your worthiness, and yet instead of feeling intimidated you instead felt oddly aroused your skin tingling with eager anticipation. A strange feeling, almost like hand caressed the back of your neck, not quite grasping it, but hovering close enough you could feel the heat of it on your skin.

The strange whispering had become more coherent almost forming words you could understand now as what felt like warm slow breaths puffed against your cheek, each one bringing a new wave of that dizzying scent that sent little sparks of arousal trembling down your limbs.

“Be mine, kitten,” a warm voice cooed in your ear, the sound sultry, low and tempting, the kind that had your thighs clamping together your panties dampening in want, a voice practically made for the bedroom, “Be mine, enter covenant with me, be mine.”

The voice kept whispering, coaxing, cajoling, as Madame Carver continued to chant, combined with the sweet scent, the warmth you could now feel traveling up your spine as if a strong body as bare millimeters from being plastered to your back, and that terrible, tempting voice that made all of you quake with need was too much. Even if you hadn’t been going through a dry spell you already knew your answer would’ve been the same.

“Yes,” you agreed, unsure whether you were saying the word aloud or just thinking it to yourself but hoping to convey acceptance, your want, your need, to whatever being was whispering away in your ear.

“Then, it’s a deal my pretty kitten,” the voice agreed with a pleased sounding chuckle, something that felt like lips pressed themselves to the space just behind your ear, sending a strange scorching heat through you, making you feel weak with desire.

Madame Carver’s voice was almost at a fever pitch, rising higher and higher before giving a final shout. It was like being dunked in a bucket of ice water, the word catching your attention, making your whole body stiffen, the warmth against your back disappearing so quickly it left you question whether it had ever been there at all, as suddenly every candle in the circle went out at the same time, leaving only the ones at the center of the circle surrounding Madame Carver still alight.

Goosebumps rippled across your skin as you tried to make head or tails of what had just happened. It felt as if you’d been deep below the surface of a lake or ocean and suddenly broke through taking a deep rasping breath that returned you to a dizzying sort of clarity as you tried desperately to catch your bearings.

“Congratulations,” Madame Carver’s voice was like a lifesaver an anchor that managed to help ground you back into reality. A distant part of you was surprised at how smooth it still sounded given she’d been chanting and shouting nearly nonstop for who knows how long, “Your deals are now set, and you are free to go about your evening as you will.”

“However,” she warned, “Don’t forget the deal you’ve struck, for they surely will not and to renege upon it would be disastrous. For your own sake be careful.”

You shivered slightly at her ominous words, not quite sure what to make of them. You’d gotten so caught up in that strange ritual, in the atmosphere, in everything that all your skepticism had disappeared. However, now that it had finished you found clarity returning, your logical mind slowly coming up with explanations for what had happened.

The voices? Cleverly hidden speakers, surround sound no doubt with a queued soundtrack. The scent? The candles obviously, if a woman wasn’t coming around to collect them you’d be tempted to take yours home, but in the end surrendered it graciously. The warmth at your back? The feeling of it all? Obviously your admittedly vivid imagination and your desperate need to get laid playing tricks on you.

“That was intense!” your friend told you as she practically bounded up to you, eyes a little wild and smile almost manic in its intensity.

“You could say that again,” you agreed wholeheartedly, gladly linking your arm with hers as the two of you made your way back to where you’d left your car, surrounded by the other women who all looked as swept away or dazed as you felt.

“I can’t wait to work on my Thesis, I’m going to be so inspired I’m sure of it,” your friend babbled eagerly as the two of you climbed in the car.

“I’m sure,” you assured her, indulgent, mostly because while you doubted the ritual actually worked the placebo effect wasn’t to be underestimated and even this was the most inspired you’d seen her to work on it in a long time.

The two of you both drove back into town as she babbled on, clearly energized and excited, high on the adrenaline of it all and ready to fulfill her goal. Personally you were more than ready to fulfill yours too, now more than ever you were determined to find someone tonight and finally get laid, especially since your libido was apparently causing you to hallucinate.

Except, unfortunately it didn’t seem to work out that way. Several men approached as you and your friend clubbed and bar hopped into the early hours of the morning, and while you’d had a good time dancing with a few, none of them really caught your interest, even if they were clearly more than interested in you.

The most action you’d gotten were a few sloppy kisses before deciding you weren’t into it and promptly bailing. Even stranger, all night you’d felt like there were eyes on you, as if someone was constantly watching. It shouldn’t have been so strange, you’d dressed to attract male eyes on purpose, you’d wanted people to look at you. However, there was something almost dangerous about his particular gaze, even though you couldn’t tell where it was coming from no matter how hard you looked.

It felt predatory in a way that sent shivers down your spine, though strangely not fearful ones. It almost felt like you were playing a game with someone, pleasurable and mutual and doubtless going to end in pleasure on both ends, especially since your gut insisted it was the same person every time.

Which should’ve been utterly ridiculous, especially as you’d kept very aware of your surroundings, not even touching the freely flowing alcohol since you were designated driver for the night. Not once did you see anyone following you when you migrated from bar to club to bar and back again, meeting up with mutual friends and just generally having a good time. It should’ve been impossible for someone to follow you all night long and yet…

In the end your friend had stayed with a group of mutual friends you knew and trusted and you went home feeling a combination of exhausted and wired, frustrated and yet strangely anticipatory as if something else was going to happen. That was completely and utterly ridiculous of course, as the only thing that could happen was finally getting out of your heels, washing your face, and stripping off your costume which stank of sweat and alcohol not surprising considering the night you’d had. You took a quick shower to wash the night off you, not bothering with more clothing than a pair of underwear before trundling over to your bed.

Unsure what exactly to do with yourself, feeling pent up and wired despite it being almost four in the morning you’d pulled out your laptop to watch some Netflix but only got ten minutes into the episode of the show you were watching before exhaustion hit like a freight train. You only just managed to put the laptop away before collapsing into your pillows.

You felt strange, oddly weightless, in a place between dreaming and waking. There was sensation, warm hands running slowly up and down your bare sides as warm lips traced a path down the center of your throat, your body arching into the sensation, pressing closer as a face nuzzled between your bare breasts.

There was a warm heavy weight between your legs pressing you into the mattress, and your hands came up automatically one hand tangling into thick silky hair and the other finding a strongly muscled back as a quiet moan left your lips.

To your displeasure the mouth lifted away from your body, and you slowly blinked your eyes open, a pout on your lips as you stared up at the shape hovering above you.

“Awake are you kitten?” his voice was a deep, rumbling purr, seductive and teasing sending shivers of arousal through you as you tried to focus your eyes even as your entire body felt heavy and languid.

The man above you was probably the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on and a distant part of you quietly congratulated your imagination and your subconscious for dreaming him up for you. His eyes were glowing golden with a vertically slit pupil that vaguely reminded you of the contacts Madame Carver had been wearing at the ritual.

His hair was thick and dark, with bangs that were swept to the side nearly covering one of his eyes and the rest of it stuck out at odd angles despite how soft it felt against your fingers. There was a devious looking smirk curling his lips that revealed canines that looked slightly too sharp, set beneath a thin bladed nose and high cheekbones.

However, what really drew your eyes were the two black horns growing from his scalp just behind his hair line, and the strange glittering patches of color on his skin that looked almost like scales, trailing over his cheekbones, down the sides of his face and down his neck. It was utterly inhuman, and curiously you untangled your fingers from his hair, tracing them down the side of his face towards his neck feeling the odd ridges beneath your fingers.

Despite the strangeness of it, you found yourself unbothered, as even with the strange looking adornments that clearly marked him as something not human he was still one of the most attractive men you’d ever laid eyes on. Looking at him you didn’t think you’d ever wanted anyone more in your life.

You figured your subconscious was still focused on Halloween and the strange ritual you’d agreed to participate in earlier, after all why else would he have the same voice as the one you’d heard before? Still you weren’t about to protest.

A content hum slipped past your lips as you curled your hand around the back of his neck and tugged him forward. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, but he came along willingly enough, his lips meeting your own in a kiss that left you utterly breathless. The hand that had lingered at his back traced up his spine, relishing the strange feel of scales beneath your palm as you tasted him.

He was a fantastic kisser, teasing your mouth open with kitten licks and sharp little nips, his clever tongue tangling with your own, the heat of it making you moan into his mouth, which had his lips curling up beneath yours in clear amusement and masculine satisfaction.

You shifted your hips slightly, thighs spreading wider to accommodate his weight between them aware of the needy ache in your core, and the wetness that pooled in your panties with every movement of his mouth against yours.

Tracing your hand further down his spine you were surprised to feel something strange beneath your fingers, jutting out from his tailbone. Distracted for a brief moment from his kiss you realized that he had a tail of all things, and as your fingers probed curiously around the base he let out a low, pleased groan into your mouth, his hips grinding into yours, letting you feel a very prominent bulge that felt like nothing you’d ever had between your legs before.

“Careful now kitten,” he urged, his voice practically a growl in your ear, “I’m going nice and easy on you now, since you’re being so nice and compliant, but if you tease me like that I might have to get rough.”

“Mm and what if I like that?” you teased, utterly breathless but still able to find your tongue.

He jolted, clearly a bit surprised as he pulled away so he could peer into your eyes, before a slow smirk spread across his face, clear delight in his glowing eyes as he crooned at you, “Oh kitten, you and I are going to have such fun together. I knew there was a reason I was so drawn to you.”

“You think so do you?” you challenged, something about him making you feel wild, daring and somehow utterly sexy, no doubt the sheer desire clear on his face, “Why don’t you show me then pretty boy?”

He let out a wild cackle of laughter, the sound at complete odds with his dangerous appearance, and sexy demeanor in a way that was surprisingly endearing for something you were almost sure was a demon, amusement and enthralled wonder on his face as he informed you, “I’m no boy, kitten and I’m going to spend the rest of the day proving it to you if you keep taunting me like that.”

“Do it,” you agreed, with the complete and utter confidence that only those who are fully aware they’re dreaming and therefore invincible could have, “Give me everything you’ve got demon.”

“Oh kitten, let’s pray you don’t regret that,” he cooed, eyes alight with triumph and blazing desire, before leaning down to recapture your lips with his.

If your previous kisses had been steamy if languid this was on a whole other level. It felt as if he was trying to consume you, every brush of his lips and flick of his tongue shooting sparks of desire down your spine where they pooled in your belly as he began to trace a warm wet path down the side of your neck with open mouthed kisses until he found a sweet spot at the junction of your shoulder that had you moaning, and arching into his steady hold, kept in place by the firm hand that was cupping your jaw and part of your throat.

You hissed at the sharp nip of his teeth at the tender skin, almost but not quite enough to break it, the little zing of pain heightening your pleasure as he laved and soothed the area with his tongue before slowly moving downwards.

One of his large hands found your bare breast, cupping and gently massaging the pliant flesh, rolling your pebbled nipple between skilled fingers, and gently tweaking the sensitive little bud in a way that had you writhing, little gasps and sighs leaving your mouth as he worked diligently to leave several marks on the sensitive skin of your upper chest and collarbones.

“Like that do you kitten?” he crooned at you, his words a dark promise against your skin, “Your body is so responsive to me, so sensitive.”

You gasped as his hot wet mouth closed around the other nipple, sucking lightly at it, and flicking it with his tongue. Your hips were desperately seeking friction, grinding up against him as your legs wrapped around his waist, hoping to bring him closer to your aching center.

He let out a rasping chuckle against your skin, but let you pull him close, and you were suddenly reminded that he wasn’t quite the same down there as normal human men. You couldn’t see him, not pinned and prone as you were, but you could certainly feel him, the alien ridges that reminded you of some of the more exotic dildos you’d seen that claimed to be ‘ribbed for her pleasure’ clear even through the fabric of your panties.

“Fuck,” you swore, in both surprise and pleasure and he slowly ground himself against you, letting you feel every ridge and bump against the soaked cloth and proving that he wasn’t just shaped differently he was also considerably gifted. You weren’t sure what exactly he was packing, but the thought of taking it inside you made you feel as if you were dripping, sheer want making you feel more than a bit dizzy.

“Like that do you kitten?” he purred at you, “Like the feel of demon cock?”

“Fuck I want you so bad,” you admitted grinding your hips into his again, wishing you’d been even lazier and not bothered with the panties after your shower either and just slept fully nude so you wouldn’t have to deal with the cloth barrier and could feel him against your slick folds.

“Mm, so damn responsive,” he purred approvingly, “Such a good girl for me kitten.”

“Nngh… feels so good,” you told him, something between a moan and a gasp leaving your lips as his warm hands swept downwards, finding your hips as he sank his teeth into the top of your right breast, no doubt leaving a bruise that would be livid my tomorrow.

You whined unhappily as he pulled away from you, moving so that he was sat back on his heels, and you might’ve verbally protested, if not for the utterly fantastic view his positioning afforded you.

His body was just as desirable as his face, with broad shoulders covered in those same shimmering red scales, that crawled over the sides of his well-muscled chest before following the V of his hips, everything below that line nothing but scales instead of skin even if you could see the strong muscle underneath them. A long thin tail was lashing about behind him, reminding you a bit of a cat about to pounce, covered in bright red scales that faded into a black forked tip, it’s movement caught your attention though not for long as your eyes were drawn downwards to what you’d really wanted to see.

His cock was jutting up proudly between his hips, a darker maroon at the base, but flushed bright red at the weeping tip. The mushroomed head was the same as any normal human males, but the shaft was composed of layered ridges with two sets of bumps running along the underside that reminded you of a Jacob’s ladder piercing and that you knew would rub deliciously inside of you.

You could practically feel your mouth watering, desire making you dizzy with want as he watched you, that same sinful smirk on his lips, masculine pride written all over his face as he teased, “Like what you see kitten?”

“Mm like a walking wet dream,” you affirmed, utterly shameless even as a distant part of you began to wonder if this wasn’t actually a dream after all.

He let out another surprised cackle of laughter, his whole face lighting up in a way that was almost boyish despite his clearly demonic appearance before assuring you, “Don’t worry kitten, I’m better than any dream could hope to be.”

He made good on his words a second later as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, drawing them down your legs as you noted with some surprise that his nails were pitch black and surprisingly sharp looking, the backs of his veiny hands completely covered in scales, though the insides, fingertips and palms were human skin.

You’d always liked hands and his were surprisingly fascinating, an alien contrast against your own clearly human skin, and the feel of them as they caressed your thighs, nails dragging teasingly over the soft flesh sending a shiver of want down your spine.

A surprised yip left your mouth as he took hold of your hips and lifted, forcing your shoulders and head into the mattress as your back arched in surprise. It seemed utterly effortless as he hooked your knees over his broad shoulders, leaving his face planted squarely between the junction of your thighs, his hands digging into the flesh of your ass.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he cooed, staring shamelessly at the open flower between your legs as he breathed in, clearly taking in your scent, “Fuck, you’re already dripping wet kitten, and here I was thinking I might actually have to work to prep you to take me.”

You flushed a bit, but the blatant appreciation in his eyes and voice kept any embarrassment at bay as he leaned in to feast between your legs. His tongue was hot against your slick folds, the heat of it actually a bit shocking as he swiped it teasingly over your sensitive clit, making you jerk and whimper in his hold.

“That’s right kitten,” he encouraged, golden eyes never leaving yours as he laved his tongue against your folds, gathering up your wetness and adding his own slick saliva to the mess between your legs, the slurping sounds he made between words utterly obscene as he commanded, “Mewl for me.”

You were helpless to do anything but what he’d asked, his skilled mouth making an utter mess of you as he sucked and laved at your folds, swirling his tongue teasingly around your clit before thrusting it as deep as it could reach inside your hole, which you knew on instinct was much further than a normal human tongue should allow. His firm grip on your ass kept your locked in place even as you writhed unsure whether to press closer to him or pull away as he danced on the edge of perfect sensation and just over the edge of too much.

You were practically putty in his hands and that was before he laid the slick appendage that you weren’t even sure could be properly called a tongue across your clit and hissed, the sound making the thing vibrate against the sensitive swollen nub making you practically levitate off the bed, a mewling cry escaping your lips as you came harder than you’d done in your entire life.

He barely gave you any time to recover, just enough to shift your weight so he was holding the small of your back with one hand to free up the other, and bite off three of his nails in quick succession before slicking one up and plunging it into your still quivering core.

It was a testament to his inhuman strength that he managed to keep you from jerking away, the pebbled rasp from the scales on the back of his finger, combined with the unerring crook of his finger right into the soft spot at the front of your walls that had you seeing stars enough to make you arch and writhe.

It was too much at sensation too soon after such an intense orgasm, the pleasure bordering on painful as he snuck another finger in, you could barely comprehend what he was saying past your own mindless pleasure as he cooed praise about how wet and tight you were.

With the addition of a third finger, stretching you open wide came another orgasm, not quite as powerful as the first, but perhaps even more pleasurable bordering on painful as you practically sobbed at the feel of it.

Luckily it seemed the demon was willing to have some mercy, because all he did was watch as you came down from your high, thighs quivering next to his ears, though the site of him as he slowly licked his fingers clean of your juices, eyes never once leaving yours was enough to keep your desire and your attention at a high.

You’d never in your life felt this needy, and two orgasms that had been that good felt like they should’ve been more than enough, and yet you found yourself wanting more, a part of you firmly resolved that whatever this was, dream, vision, or reality you weren’t going to let it end until you got to feel him move inside you.

“You taste so sweet kitten,” your demon lover praised a wicked grin on his lips as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you and was savoring every single second of it, “And you look so good like this, spread and helpless for me, but we’re nowhere near done yet. You told me to give you everything I had after all, which means we’ve barely gotten started.”

“Give it to me,” you intended it to come out more like a command, but the breathless exhilaration in your voice made it sound more like a plea instead, “I want you.”

“So eager for demon cock, kitten,” he tutted, though from the way his eyes were burning into you, you knew he was loving every second, as he carefully lowered your still weak legs from his shoulders and gently tugging you so your hips were closer to his, palming his cock and dragging the blunt head through your soaked folds as he taunted, “This what you want pretty kitten? You want this cock inside you?”

“Fuck yes,” you breathed, desperate to know what he’d feel like as he moved inside you, “I want it. I want you.”

The hungry look in his eyes sent shivers down your spine, your own need flaring up with just that look as he began to ease himself inside you. Even with how soaked you were and how he’d prepped you beforehand it was still a stretch as he slid inside inch by slow inch.

You let out a shuddering gasp as he bottomed out inside you, the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix in a way that made you shudder at the strange sensation of pain/pleasure deep inside you.

“Fuck, look at you kitten, taking me so well,” he praised, his voice low and guttural as he eyed the place where you were joined with something almost like awe on his face, “So tight and wet for me, like your pussy was made to take demon cock.”

Your walls clenched automatically at the words, something about them sending a deep sense of pleasure through you and he let out a low almost pained groan in response, as he slowly shifted, giving one careful, shallow thrust that pulled a pleasured mewl from your lips.

“So fucking tight,” he gasped, as his hips slowly thrust in and out of you the ribbed sensation of his cock enough to make you dizzy with pleasure, the sensation of it almost too much especially with the feel of those Jacob’s Ladder bumps rubbing up against your walls. A part of you wondered what it might feel like if you were up on your hands and knees so those bumps could rub up against your g-spot but you were quickly distracted from it as he reached for you, one hand holding your hips in place and the other pressing into your belly below your belly button, his thumb dipping between your outer lips to flick teasingly across your clit.

“Pay attention, kitten,” he ordered, eyes locked on yours and his tail swishing behind him, “Or I’ll be forced to make you.”

A part of you wanted to challenge him on it, but you couldn’t muster up the energy, not when every stroke of his cock had you seeing stars, your hands twisting into the sheets in order to find something to ground yourself with.

“That’s right kitten,” he growled at you as his hips slowly began to pick up the pace, “Focus on me, and only on me, on my dick in your perfect little pussy, your sweet little pussy that I’m going to fill up and taint with demon seed. Better learn to love the sensation pretty kitten because I’m going to fuck you over and over and over until you overflow with my cum. I’m going to completely ruin you, turn you into a slut for this demon cock.”

You’d been right. His voice was utterly perfect for the bedroom, hypnotic, enticing and enough to make you spasm around him with every word, doing something to you that you didn’t completely understand but enjoyed every moment of.

Overwhelming pleasure was building in your gut, higher and higher with each thrust of his hips, and before you’d really had any time to really process it you were falling apart, your orgasm making your inner walls ripple and squeeze around his cock letting you feel every bump and ridge of it.

A choked moan left his lips as he continued to drive into you, pace frantic, clearly chasing his own end and prolonging your orgasm as each twitch of his hips made your walls flutter. His hands dug into your thighs holding you steady, not letting you move an inch that he didn’t allow his grip tight enough you were sure you were going to have nice hand shaped bruises.

You felt it deep inside you as he sheathed himself to the hilt, the blunt head of his cock right up against your cervix. Your whole body spasmed as you felt hot jets of cum right up against the entrance to your womb, the sensation wringing a final small but intense orgasm from your limp body as you watched him, his beautiful face twisted in ecstasy, a low deep, rumbling growl of a moan leaving his lips as he finished.

For several long seconds, neither of you moved the only sound in the room that of your harsh breathing, before his eyes slowly found yours. Feeling lazy and utterly sated you held out your hand toward him, limply gesturing for him to come forward.

The bemused expression on his face told you the gesture was entirely unexpected, but he came anyway, laying his weight on you in a way you felt inexplicably comforting, his elbows braced on either side of your head.

You hummed in utter contentment your hands coming up to tangle in his hair, the other stroking along his spine again in the same position you’d been in when you’d first woken in earlier. Your lips found his in an easy, lazy sensual kiss as you gently scratched your nails over his scalp.

He returned your kiss easily, lips turning upwards in clear pleasure as the two of you spent a pleasant couple minutes simply basking in the other’s presence. When you pulled back he carefully rolled the two of you to the side, the sensation sending a ripple of pleasure through you as you were still connected to him, his cock still hard and buried deep inside you.

Your hand found his face, utterly fascinated by the feel of his scales beneath your fingers. He let you touch him, an amused smile on his face that only dipped slightly when you reached into his hair to run along one of his horns, though judging from the way his cock twitched inside you and the lustful half-lidded look he was giving you, it was because the protrusions were sensitive rather than out of any sort of displeasure.

“So, I’m not dreaming am I,” you stated idly as you ran your hand over his scaled side, “That whole demon summoning ritual or whatever that I let my friend talk me into, it was real after all huh?”

“That’s right,” he agreed slowly, his face slowly settling into an oddly blank expression, “Did you think it wasn’t?”

“I’ve never been a big believer in the occult or the supernatural,” you confessed easily, “But it’s hard to argue with the truth when it’s right in front of your face, and even my most vivid dreams aren’t as real as you are.”

“Does it bother you?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbow so that he was peering down at you, “You’re taking this awfully well for a human who didn’t believe, usually there’s a lot more screaming, or crying, or denial.”

“Mm, well it helps when the demon in your bed looks as tempting as you do, so what are you exactly, some kind of incubus?” you asked, still idly tracing your fingers over his scales, drawing unthinking patterns on his strange almost too warm skin.

“Something like that,” he agreed with a slight smirk.

“So what happens now?” you asked him curiously, “Madame Carver said something about payment?”

“That depends on what exactly it is you want kitten,” he teased, clearly recovered from whatever he was thinking earlier, “Normally with humans like you we have to ask for blood price because that’s what they’re willing to offer, but you paid in body just fine. We only take souls for really big requests though that’s fallen somewhat out of favor these days.”

“So that’s what she meant by body?” you asked incredulously, “Sex? That’s it?”

“That’s it,” he agreed amused, “Though you’d be surprised how very few people want sex with a demon.”

“Why not?” you questioned utterly baffled, “That was the most orgasms I’ve had in a single session ever in my life, and was a hell of a lot better than the ritualistic sacrifice I thought she meant.”

The demon gave a surprised cackle of laughter, shooting you a slow prideful grin that was all masculine satisfaction as he told you, “While I wouldn’t necessarily say no to a sacrifice of some kind, sex will do just fine for whatever you’re asking for kitten, unless it’s something really big, like bringing someone back from the dead or making someone fall in love with you, or making you the richest woman in the world kind of thing. Then we might have to renegotiate a bit.”

“But I already got what I wanted,” you told him with a puzzled frown.

“You did?” he asked you, looking nonplussed, “What exactly were you thinking you were going to ask for?”

“Really good sex,” you told him bluntly, earning a snort of laughter from the demon.

“No, but really,” he urged, “You left your contract very open ended, you didn’t ask for anything, which means now that you’ve begun payment we need to negotiate.”

“I did?” you asked, puzzled, but then you thought back to Madame Carver’s words, how she’d told you to keep your desire at the forefront of your mind for the ritual, but you’d been too distracted by your skepticism at first and then your enthrallment with the sensual being now lying beside you to really think of what you’d originally wanted, or what your friend had brought you there to ask for.

“Huh,” you acknowledged aloud, “So how exactly do these negotiations work?”

“It’s pretty simple kitten,” he told you, clearly amused, “You name what you want, I name my price. You can attempt to change my mind, but let me assure you we demon’s don’t like to bargain and we always get the best end of the deal.”

“But I told you I already got what I wanted,” you informed him, tilting your head to the side and studying his face, turning an idea over in your head for a moment before nodding decisively and adding on, “But I wouldn’t say no to a regular booty call if you’re up for it.”

“You’re joking,” he countered skeptically, a slight frown on his face, “You, a human, want to have sex regularly with me, a demon?”

“Thought you were the one who said you were going to turn me into a slut for demon cock huh?” you teased, reaching out to tug lightly at the hair covering his eye and running your fingers through the soft strands, “Didn’t you hear me when I said you were the best I’ve ever had? I wasn’t kidding.”

“You can’t just take my payment and turn it into what you want, that’s not the way this works,” he informed you, looking surprisingly sulky for a creature who was purportedly from hell.

“But you’re what I want,” you told him puzzled, “You’re fascinating, and sexy and physically we have great chemistry so why not?”

“Because even though we demons always get the better end of the deal, even we’re not allowed to accept everything for nothing,” he informed you, studying you as if you were the strangest creature he’d ever met.

Maybe you were being too casual about this whole thing, but you’d always been the laidback roll with the punches type and frankly this deal with him sounded just about perfect to you. You’d get sex when you wanted it without having to spend all that time dating and trying to find some kind of connection, one that you already somewhat felt for this strange demon male, more than you’d felt with any human, including your ex despite only knowing him for a few hours at most. There was just something there, something you couldn’t quite put your finger one, but he’d claimed earlier that he’d been drawn to you, and you couldn’t deny you were drawn to him to. You wanted to keep seeing him, you just needed to figure out how.

“Your name,” you decided at last, “I want to know your name, so I can stop calling you sexy demon man in my head.”

“You don’t know what you ask for,” he warned her seriously, his hand sliding up from where it had been resting on your hip to cup your face.

“I thought the names had power thing was a Fae myth not a demon one,” you told him thoughtfully.

“Humans have called us many strange things over the years,” he told you with a casual shrug as if he hadn’t accidentally tilted your whole world view sideways.

“And what other myths are true?” you asked, more thinking aloud rather than actually asking, “Can you lie? What about iron? Holy water? Salt?”

“We can’t lie,” he admitted, “We can imply, dance around and omit, but it’s impossible for a demon to lie or to break the boundaries of a contract once set. The rest is just wishful human thinking and religious myth, made up by the corrupt priests of the middle ages in order to steal more from the uneducated human masses.”

“And saying thank you to a demon?” you prompted, utterly fascinated.

“Is probably one of the greatest pranks demons have ever played on humankind, but don’t tell anyone it isn’t true,” he told you freely, a little too freely as you realized that while his words implied one thing it could potentially mean something else entirely.

“I will promise not to tell anyone, if you tell me flat out yes or no, is it true you can’t thank a demon without proclaiming a debt between the two of you?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Ho? What a clever little human you are,” he praised, something almost predatory in his gaze that sent pleasant tingles down your spine. You probably should’ve been afraid considering what he was, but all you really felt was intrigue and the slightest bit of arousal.

“Deal,” he agreed with a toothy smile, the word seeming to settle over your skin in a way that felt a bit like a net, sinking into your core in a way that you knew instinctively would cause you excruciating pain if you attempted to renege on your deal.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone that demons are pranking humans by spreading potentially false rumors about their abilities,” you promised immediately, and felt that strange net fade away almost instantaneously.

“No, it doesn’t create a debt,” he assured you, “And because I’m so kind I’ll even tell you that thanking a demon does nothing it wouldn’t do if you thanked a human.”

“Then since you’re so generous I also promise I won’t tell people that the Fae are pranking humans by spreading potentially false rumors about their abilities,” you countered, unable to help the slightly smug tilt to your lips, not that you’d actually been intending to exploit that particular loophole, though you found it amusing that he’d let you leave one nonetheless.”

“Oya, oya, my cunning little kitten,” he half scolded, half praised you, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he eyed you hungrily, “Careful now, keep being so intriguing and I might just try to trap you by my side for eternity.”

“A thought for later,” you told him absently, the words coming without you giving any real thought to them, “What do you mean when you say names have power?”

“If a demon gives their name to a human it will allow the human to call upon them at any time, to ask for almost anything within the demon’s power, and to command them to some extent,” he told you honestly, looking a bit nonplussed.

“Then, how about you give me your name, and I’ll promise you can refuse if I call, and say no to any command I give though I would like you to promise to at least consider any request I make,” you proposed idly.

“And what exactly do I get out of this deal of yours?” he asked, raising a brow at you in clear amusement, though you thought you could also detect some interest in his tone.

“Hmm, what happens if a human gives a demon their full name?” you asked curiously, well aware that it was something the stories cautioned against doing.

“Then, little kitten you would have no choice but to do anything I say,” he purred at you, a clear taunt in his voice, making it obvious he was sure you’d back away from it.

“Could be interesting,” you told him, your walls clenching, reminding you or the still hard cock buried between your thighs, judging by the shocked hiss and the sudden heat of his gaze he clearly knew exactly where your thoughts had gone, “Never outside when we’re having sex, and only if I give you the go ahead for it. No piss, scat or mutilation, nothing that would cause me permanent harm and a safe word if I need it.”

“That sounds entirely too restrictive,” he told you casually, though you could tell he was actually interested, very interested if the sudden agitation of his tail was any indication.

“I could be talked into blood if you’re good to me,” you teased lightly, reaching for his face and running your finger over his lower lip. He parted them for you obligingly and you deliberately swiped the pad hard over the too sharp canine, teasing your now bloody finger over his lips like a strange lipstick as he watched you with heavy lidded calculating eyes, “Something tells me Demons might’ve been called vampires here and there given how hard you bit me earlier, tell me demon do you want to suck my blood?”

You gasped slightly as his hand lashed out, snagging your wrist, and tugging it forward, drawing your bleeding finger to his mouth again as his tongue flicked out, cleaning the blood off his lips before sucking the tip of your finger into his mouth. The wet, hot, tight sensation and the slight pull of blood as it left the cut in your finger was intoxicating, and you could feel yourself starting to become wet again, juices oozing out around his cock, your core fluttering on the thick appendage as a dazed part of you wondered what it would feel like to have him do that as he fucked you, something you didn’t doubt would appeal to him given the way he was twitching inside you.

The sight of him as he sucked was utterly mesmerized, his eyes locked on yours as his mouth worked along the appendage, his tongue flicking over it, soothing the small cut, the look on his face one of pure ecstasy before he released your finger with an almost obscene pop though he didn’t release your hand, instead pressing his mouth to your open palm and then to your wrist, scraping those sharp teeth teasingly along the sensitive flesh there, his eyes searching your face for something.

You weren’t sure if he found it or not as he pulled away, though not before leaving one more, almost tender kiss on your fingertip, which was surprisingly fully healed, not even a scab to show you’d cut it before.

“You really are too tempting kitten,” he told you, voice rough with desire, “If I didn’t know how fully human you are I’d think you were a succubae.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you assured him with an amused smile, “Though now I’m curious, succubae exist? Earlier you said you were something like an incubus does that mean Merlin existed and really was a cambion?”

“Ah, succubae is just another name for female demon, though they tend to be more on the magical and ritualistic side of things than us male demons,” Kuroo told you with an amused quirk of his lips, “But of course they exist you met one not all that long ago after all a couple of them even.”

You blinked at him startled, your mind running through possibilities before your mouth dropped open as you remembered the colored contacts or what you’d thought were colored contacts and slight of hand at the ritual earlier, “That woman next to me! And Madame Carver?”

“That’s right,” he affirmed, lips curling in a smirk, seemingly uncaring that he’d managed to tilt your world sideways again as he continued, “And as for Merlin, a fine example of a demon, but no, Cambion’s don’t exist.”

“So you can’t breed with humans?” you probed, interested.

“Oh we can, it’s actually our fellow demons we can’t breed with, but all beings born from demon seed or womb are full demon, there are no halves,” he told you amused.

“Do I have something to worry about then?” you asked, trying not to panic, you might want children someday, but not at the moment and you’d have no idea what to do with a demon child anyway.

“Relax kitten,” he assured you, cupping the back of your neck in one of his large hands and running his thumb soothingly over your jaw, “Demon children aren’t conceived unless they’re negotiated for beforehand.”

If you hadn’t been paying close attention you might’ve missed the hint of wistfulness in his voice, but fortunately for you and perhaps unfortunately for him you couldn’t help but pay him the utmost attention at all times.

You took a moment to think it over, giving yourself time to roll it over in your mind, knowing once the words were out you couldn’t exactly unsay them once they were out in the ether. However, the more you thought about it, the more it appealed, you’d always had a bit of a breeding kink and you didn’t think he’d say no, though you’d have to learn more about what it would mean first it wasn’t something you were automatically opposed to.

“Does that mean that, that’s on the table?” you asked him, trying to keep your voice casual even as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. This more than anything would tell you how your relationship might pan out in the future, especially with how inexplicably fond you found yourself of the demon in your bed.

Are you…?” he trailed off eyebrows raised as he swallowed hard, clearly trying to find his voice before he demanded, “Are you seriously offering to let me breed you kitten, to put my baby inside you?”

You could feel his cock twitching inside you, his hips involuntarily giving slight thrusts that made you temporarily lose focus, the sensation heady, your libido thoroughly recovered after your earlier romp and apparently more than ready to go again. However, you forced yourself to focus back on the present and keep your head in the game. This negotiation was far more important than temporary satisfaction after all.

“There’s something viscerally appealing about letting you fuck your baby into me,” you admitted honestly, though you cautioned, “I’d need to learn more first, and I’d want to know you better, but so long as it’s not significantly more dangerous to my health than carrying a human baby I have no objections if you want to try in a year or two.”

“Fuck, kitten,” he moaned, his hips inadvertently giving a strong thrust and making you shudder and gasp in his hold, “Are you trying to drive me to the brink of insanity? What kind of male would I be if I said no to an offer like that?”

Does that mean you accept my terms?” you asked, taking him by surprise as you pushed at his shoulder, forcing him to roll onto his back. You rolled with him to keep him from slipping out of you, and found yourself straddling his hips your hands on his chest.

“Lay them out for me then, kitten,” he ordered seriously, pulling you out of your newfound bliss at the way he felt in this new position. You nodded, took a deep breath to center yourself and began to state your terms.

“You will give me your full name, and when I call you’ll answer unless you can’t or have no desire to see me, when I give commands you don’t have to obey if you don’t want to, but you will give all my requests thought and fair consideration,” you listed out carefully, making sure to keep your wording as firm as possible leaving as few loopholes as you could.

“In return I’ll give you my full name, with the caveat that you aren’t allowed to use it outside of times where I give you explicit, verbal permission to use it to command me. You will not share my full name with anyone or even speak it aloud outside my presence and I will not share yours or speak it unless I’m with you or calling for you,” you continued.

“I will also give you my blood and my body with the caveat that if I say stop you will, and only with permission to take it granted beforehand, and will attempt to be generous about it so long as my physical, emotional and mental health allow,” you listed off.

“My home is open to you at any time for any reason, so long as you behave with courtesy, paying for or replacing anything you use without my explicit permission within reason,” it wasn’t something you’d mentioned to him before, and you’d clearly caught him a bit off guard with it, judging by the raising of his eyebrows, but you did want him to feel welcome.

“In a year’s time on All Hallows Eve next year, so long as we are still on good terms and both agree I will negotiate having a child with you, so long as I am thoroughly educated in demon pregnancy beforehand, and it doesn’t pose extraordinary risk to my wellbeing,” you told him, trying hard not to think about it too much lest you become unfocused by your lust and let something slip.

“This contract can between us can be terminated or renegotiated at any time by my will or by yours,” you finished up with a firm nod, “Do we have a deal?”

“We have a deal, my precious, clever, kitten,” he assured you, his eyes glittering with triumph and something you thought might actually be affection.

This time when you felt the weight of your deal it was far heavier. It was if the first net had been composed of thread and this one of tight steel cable. It might’ve been uncomfortable except unlike with the other deal, this one was accompanied by a feeling of warmth unlike anything you’d ever experienced before, zinging through you like electricity and making you feel oddly powerful and alive, a bit like you’d felt after the ritual Madame Carver had completed earlier that had brought the sexy demon laying beneath you to you in the first place.

Hoping to lessen some of the weight you turned to him, leaning down to press a warm kiss to his willing mouth before quietly giving him your full name. As you’d suspected a large amount of the weight lifted leaving behind only the humming buzz or warmth under your skin.

“My name Kuroo, Kuroo Tetsurou, kitten at your service,” he told you with a slow enticing smile, one that was just teasing enough that you wanted to see if you could lean down and kiss it away, make him lose some of that smug arrogance he seemed to wear like a cloak.

“Tetsurou,” you repeated, rolling it around in your mouth, tasting the word on your tongue as you purred it back at him, something he evidently enjoyed if the way his cock twitched inside you meant anything, “It’s nice to officially meet you, Tetsurou.”

You leaned down, one hand pressed over where a human heart would be and the other sliding into his hair and grasping one of his horns your thumb rubbing against the base for a moment before stroking it between your fingers like you would a cock, something he evidently enjoyed if the way he shuddered under you was any indication, his eyes dark with lust even as he stared a bit wide-eyed, clearly taken aback by your daring.

“Now tell me Tetsurou do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” you asked even as you continued to run your thumb teasingly over the base of his horn, “Because you see someone promised to make me a slut for his demon cock and that he’d prove to me just how much of a man he is, but he has yet to fulfill that particular promise.”

He let out a low moan of pleasure as his hands found your hips and you deliberately tightened your walls around him, milking his cock, still hard and clearly ready inside you. After all he was here and with the contract out of the way you were more than ready to start round two, you doubted it could be better than round one, but you were more than willing to try.

“Oh kitten,” he purred at you, voice low and dangerous even as delight swam in his unnatural glowing red eyes, “You and I are going to have such fun together.”

You let out a pleasured gasp as he used his firm grip to lift you up before slamming you back down on his cock as if you weighed nothing, like you were a doll to be made for his pleasure alone.

“I look forward to it,” you teased breathlessly, though you meant every word, after all unconventional though it may be and despite what the stories might say you didn’t think you’d ever regret making a deal with a devil, especially one as sinfully seductive as Kuroo Tetsurou.

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[xrux]

I see you ⋮ oikawa tooru ♡

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Sugar arrangements usually catered to your tastes and you never had trouble with following your self-imposed set of rules. But now, you don’t want to go through with it anymore because you’re afraid this’ll never turn into anything more

♥︎ pairing ⋮ sugar daddy!oikawa tooru x f!reader

♥︎ genre ⋮ hurt/comfort, smut

♥︎ warnings ⋮ use of the pet name ‘princess,’ degradation, mentions of infidelity, daddy kink, safeword, rough sex to soft sex, sugar relationship to lovers, beta what beta

♥︎ word count ⋮ 1.6k

♥︎ author’s note ⋮ awoo I love this concept. writing this made me realize how much of a comfort character oikawa is to me !! oh, & the prompt for this fic was ‘I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were with me’. enjoy <3

This was supposed to be just transactional.

Although you never had to worry about it before, you told yourself you would never cross that line — that you would drop everything the minute you begin to feel… hopeful. You were always careful and everything was impersonal. So, how could you have let this happen?

Sure enough, it must have something to do with the fact that most of your daddies were bound to someone else. With them, having a code simply obliged you to show up as needed, act enthused, keep them company as they pleased, and always keep weekends off-limits. So long as you deny any involvement with them at whatever cost, they’ll keep you happy.

No strings attached. It was always that simple.

With Tooru, from the moment you first met, everything was different. ‘Dating’ him was a huge breather. He was funny, witty, and he can be pretty sweet too. Treating someone to dinner first before sleeping with them was a gesture you never thought much of — at least not before him.

He’s not the most understanding guy, nor does he have the most pristine reputation to his name. But you find yourself the most honest with him — because he always is, with you.

Above all, with him, you were never denied. He let you be seen with him. He would introduce you to his friends whenever you crossed paths and on some occasions, he even referred to you as his girlfriend. He never pretended he wasn’t with you, nor did he ever refer to you as ‘just some person,’ or the one that usually left a sting — ‘nobody.’

He would’ve made for the ideal companion and you want to believe that he’s genuinely interested in how your day was. Except, every first of the month, when he wires a good sum of money to your account, is a painful reminder to you that everything that goes with Oikawa Tooru — his friends, his attention, and his company — is part of your transaction.

Now, you’re almost certain you had just bitten off more than you can chew.

…

Wrapped in his warm, naked embrace after he made love to you, you gather up the courage to ask him what has been plaguing your mind for a good while.

“I was thinking,” you start and he hums to you back. “What if... you don’t pay me this time?”

“Are you offering free services now?” he chuckles, making you wonder if you shouldn’t have said anything.

“Nonsense, princess. You know how much I love to spoil you,” he adds.

“I just — maybe we ought to try something else,” you mutter, not missing how he blinked in confusion at your words.

Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, he says, “we can try anything you want, princess, just ask.”

“Really?” For a brief moment, your eyes gleam, enthralled with the possibility of you and him being more than this.

“Of course. What kind of sugar daddy would I be if I can’t give you what you want,” he hums.

“... right,” you say. Even when he doesn’t mean to, he reminds you of where you stand in his life, of who you likely are to him. After this, you decide it would probably be best never to bring it up again. You know he certainly wouldn’t.

…

For weeks, you keep telling yourself that this is for the best. He continues to provide for you and at least you get to be with him. He seems like he’s content the way things are, and you storming into his life, demanding something he never asked for would ruin everything you have.

Today, when he invited you over to his apartment, you expected things would go how they normally would. And they did. Except for the latter part of your night, when Oikawa felt particularly foul without warning.

...

“You really think I’d ever see you more than just another cunt?” he groans, pressing one hand against the small of your back as he takes you from behind.

“Shut up and be a good girl for me.”

You let out an incoherent response of what was supposed to be an apology. You attempt to cry out the usual ‘yes, daddy’ but, your mind keeps repeating the first thing he said to you.

He must think so little of you.

“You’re a good fuck, princess. You know that’s all you’re ever worth to me you slut,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking it back.

You’re overwhelmed, torn between moaning from the pleasure of his cock and crying from how hurtful he’s being to you — not even from the sharp sting you feel on your scalp.

It’s a scene, you tell yourself. You’ve done a hundred others so you can’t even fathom why you’re tearing up now, of all times. Still, nothing stops the word that’s about to come out of your mouth.

“— RED!”

And at that, he stops. Both of you freeze.

“Tooru. I- I can’t do this anymore,” you sob.

Immediately, Oikawa pulls out, grabbing a blanket to cover you with it.

“Are you hurt, princess?” he asks you, wiping the tears that ran across your face.

You look away, prompting him to retreat his hands. “I can’t see you anymore,” you mutter.

“Why — all of a sudden?” he asks, with concern fairly evident in his voice, and you wish you would’ve picked another time for this but you know you can’t put yourself through this any longer.

“I- I’m seeing someone else,” you lie, supposing you could still save yourself from the embarrassment and hurt of hearing it directly from him that you can’t be together.

“Well, I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were with me right now,” he hums, still with a look of worry shrouding his eyes.

He continues, “is there really anything you could say that could make me hate you?” he says softly as he enwraps your hands in his. “You don’t need to lie to me. Please, tell me what this is really about, princess.”

“You won’t hate me?”

“I promise,” he tells you before planting a kiss on your finger tips.

“Tooru, am I — am I really just a good fuck to you?”

“Princess, you’re breaking my heart here. Did you really believe I’d think of you like that?”

“But a few weeks ago… about the payment and trying out new things, I thought… maybe you didn’t want to be with me like that —” you mumble.

“You treat me so well. You make me happy,” he cuts you off. Slowly, he reaches for your arms, wrapping them around him as he pulls you closer to his chest.

“Please don’t worry about that from now on. I don’t mean what I said, and I never will. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Pretty soon, his lips are on yours. The taste of honeyed residues and salt linger on his tongue as he kisses you unlike any other time he’s done it. It’s different. It’s tender — raw, even.

Maybe this is love. Or maybe that’s too strong a word for what this is. Still, you question if this is what it’s like to be seen by Oikawa Tooru. If it is, you wish for nothing more.

Softly, he pulls away, and your lips try to recapture his own but his thumb fans across your lower lip.

“I wish you told me sooner. Maybe then, I could’ve asked you out on a proper date, and I could’ve gotten you flowers too,” he says, looking at you with the most endearing expression you’ve seen of him.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

As if the foreign sensation of his loving state wasn’t euphoric enough on your lips, you can’t begin to explain the high when he trails his lips down to your neck, his hand gently pushing you to lie on your back.

He aligns himself at your entrance. At the rate your heart is beating, you would’ve been fooled you’re doing this for the first time. Only, the sight of him bare and covered in sweat was already far too familiar to you. But the way he rolled his hips with newfound care — something you brought out of him tonight — shoots a bolt of heat down your core, making you moan out to him for more.

He presses a kiss down your jaw as he picks up his pace, ramming into you until all that can be heard across the room are your moans, his shaggy breaths and occasional grunts, and the wet slap of skin against skin.

“Cum for me, princess,” he says before bringing your legs up, hooking his arms behind your knees. Promptly, you whimper from the increased friction on your clit.

“T- Tooru!” you moan but as soon as his name leaves your lips, he latches his mouth on yours. Your walls flutter at every brush of his skin on your sensitive clit, forcing you to break contact with his lips as you moan in pleasure but his mouth recaptures yours almost immediately.

His cock enters you balls deep and instantly leaves your clenching hole. His pace soon becomes rough and uneven, and you feel yourself nearing your own climax. At his last few hard pumps, you mewl into his mouth in your frenzied, quivering state until he gets off from his own high.

Soon, he plops down the space beside you, weakly pulling you closer to him, and you all but nestle in his warmth as he wraps a hand around you. He brushes away the damp hairs away from your face, planting a kiss on your forehead after catching his breath.

“You’re important to me, okay?”

“You are to me, too, Tooru.”

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[chiwhorei]

pollock

paring: art major!k. tsukishima x fem!reader

genre: a dash of angst, hurt/comfort, smut, 18+ minors dni

wordcount: 3.2k

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, fingering, spitting, dacryphilia, praise, daddy kink, breeding kink, impregnating kink, soft and kinda hard dom!tsukki, sub!reader

a/n: ahhhhh!! this is my first longer fic to come out in a while and i am ~so~ excited to share this with everyone. i have been keening over the idea of art!major tsukki and i hope you all like him as much as i do! this is piece is brought to you by the hqhq monthly server collab, so please go check out everyone’s amazing writing, the masterlist can be found here!

hymn: validation by herrick & hooley, cherry hill by russ

“Your work is always technically very well executed, Tsukishima-san.” The round, bald-headed man shuffles through the photos on his desk, pieces of Tsukishima Kei’s senior project that he’s tried to fit together before his final exhibit only four months away.

“But,” the dreaded word has Tsukki restraining himself from a long eye roll, “It seems like you’re stuck. You still need one more piece for the show. What inspires you?”

You hear a resounding slam of the front door swinging open and meeting the frame again, followed by a shuffle of feet towards where you’re standing in the kitchen of your shared apartment. Tsukki’s mouth is set in a flat line, expression softening only slightly when he sees you leaning against the counter. You greet him with a warm, but cautious smile. It had been a horribly long day, grating on every thread of patience Tsukishima has. The bubbling of anxiety and frustration mixing into a sour look on his handsome face. You hate seeing your boyfriend so defeatus, much preferring the sardonic, confident air he usually holds. Both of your final years of college have been exceptionally taxing, Tsukki’s final art project being the most stressing of all. It seems like as days propel forward, closer to his due date, the less assured he is of his talents, his passions. It’s heartbreaking to see someone so brilliant struggle through a million half fleshed-out ideas and crumbled up leaves of paper.

You pull one of his hands to you, examining the stains of paint and ink across his long digits and kissing each finger softly. You wish you could get inside that big head of his and help in some way.

“Did you have a hard day at the studio, Kei?” You wrap your arms around his neck and search his eyes. He’s not always the best at talking to you, especially when he’s upset, so you don’t expect him to give you an answer. Instead, you rub his shoulders, trying to coax the tension out. He sighs deeply at the contact, hands moving to rest at the plush of your hips and gripping tightly when you work at a particularly sore spot.

“You’re too good to me, princess. Thank you” He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, and you nuzzle into him. You don’t have the answers to his current road block, you don’t pretend to. But maybe, you think, you can offer him a more carnal outlet.

“Of course, Daddy.” The name hangs in the air for a moment, any response hitching in his throat. The title is familiar after years of being together, always being both comforting and electrifying. Since the title slipped out years ago for the first time, your boyfriend feels his cool demeanor snapping like a glow stick, leaving hot lust in its wake upon it rolling past your lips.

He pulls you closed to him by your ass, inhaling sharply at the contact on his jeans. All you have on is one of Tsukki’s loose, paint stained sweaters and a thin pair of cotton panties. You brush one of your bare thighs against his crotch, and he feels the stresses of his day falling out of frame. Your body is always a buoy to pull him back from the drowning of self doubt. A perfect slice of heaven he became addicted to from the moment he spotted you across the dusty stacks.

“What inspires you?”

The question rings in his head again, but with a new perspective. Tsukki hears pieces clicking together with your lustrous body pressed against him.

“Babygirl, I think I have an idea. But I’m going to need your help.” His hands move to cup your cheeks, scanning over your features and finding a devious glint behind your soft, e/c eyes. Tsukki trails a thumb over your bottom lip lightly, admiring how you lean into the contact. Always so eager to please him, your temperament goes straight to his cock every time.

“Anything for you, daddy.” You press your forehead against his, waiting patiently for his next move. There’s astounding beauty in the glossy, temperate look in your eyes that he wants to, has to, to freeze in time.

“I have a few things to set up. Come to the office when I call you,” Tsukki pushes a stray hair from your face with a fond smile before walking away, he stops for a moment to look at you over his shoulder, “Naked.”

Your mind races as to what exactly he wants to do with you tonight as you busy yourself with peeling off your clothing. There is very little that you and your boyfriend haven’t tried at least once, but the tone in his voice has left you reeling at the possibilities.

Your eyes catch your reflection in the hallway mirror, naked body completely exposed to your own scrutinizing stare. Had it been the stress causing the image in front of you to be so unsavory? Every plane of skin promoting a different insecurity. A blasted thing a hallway mirror becomes when you’ve never truly loved what stares back. You fuss with your hair in a feeble attempt to make yourself more presentable. The question of how Tsukishima sees you always rattling around in the back of your head, especially standing completely naked and waiting in your own insecurities.

“Princess, come here.” You are pulled from your deprecating thoughts at the sound of Tsukki’s warm voice. You walk into his office, and notice he’s changed into just a pair of grey joggers. The sight of the low hanging garment making you salivate so much you almost miss your surroundings. He’s struck some kind of inspiration, you can see it in his eyes as he adjusts his easel and props up a large, blank canvas. You fiddle with your fingers as he looks up at you.

“Jackson Pollock.” You meet your boyfriend’s eyes, confused by his seemingly random statement as he parses out different colored paints into small bowls. Red, blue, green, yellow. “He poured paint on a flat surface so that he could view every angle color could create, every curve.” Tsukki muses, dipping two fingers into the bright yellow hue sitting next to him, bringing them towards his face with contemplation. “But I think this sweet little body of yours will prove a much better canvas.”

His eyes provide no sign of bluffing, but you stare back at him dumbly. Sure, he’s used you as a muse before. Studying your hands or the way your hair falls in the sketches you see hanging up by his desk behind you. You love when he wants to use your body for inspiration, but is he really going to cover you in paint?

“We both know you don’t mind getting a little messy,” He trails his wet pointer finger across your collarbone, following a line towards your chin. He tilts your head up to meet his eyes, “Open your mouth.”

Your bottom lip parts from the top, eyes following the line of spit that drops from his mouth to your tongue with a resounding put.

You swallow thickly, the feeling of his control already bending your will to meet him at every pass.

“I want you to look nice and fucked out for me, baby. I want to show my stuffy professors where my inspiration comes from. I’m going to capture how sweet and submissive my little princess is and then everyone will get to see what I get to enjoy every night.” His unmarred hand moves towards your already disastrously wet pussy. You’re drooling at even the most slight contact, bucking into his hand in a plea for more. His words, complimentative but unmistakingly domineering, have your head becoming fuzzy.

“Daddy, please. Please touch me.” Your whines are music to his ears.

“Oh princess, I plan on it. But I need you to be good for me. You don’t want to mess up all my hard work do you?” His voice is steady, authoritative but still soft around the edges in a way that makes you feel gooey.

Tsukki leads you to the stool sitting in the middle of the room, and you perch on it with his hands keeping you steady. You are his muse and medium, his subject and his canvas to use in any way desired.

Smudges of color brandish every inch of your skin, each stroke is a reminder of where your lovers hands have been. Blue and pink splatter against your stomach, a vibrant red outline on each curve of your breast and purple fingerprints against your pert nipples. Your legs wear a trail of hand prints towards your glistening cunt, wanton cunt. Each marring of paint sits beside paths of hot, opened mouth kisses.

All that is keeping you balanced on the squeaky wooden stool is Tsukishima’s strong arms holding you captive in place. Your legs had been thrown over his shoulders after painting across your upper thighs in a sea of greys and greens. As soon as Tsukki’s eyes met with your bare cunt, his mouth was quick to follow.

He’s a mess of paint now too, muscular chest and arms covered in pigment and face covered in you. He’s always insatiable, drinking you in like it’s the only source of sustenance left in the world. He knows how to work you, how to propel you towards orgasm in a way no one else has ever been able to do. Worshiping your body with langued strokes of his tongue. You let out a pitchy moan in response to his mouth, pushing you towards an end you can feel in the back of your throat.

“I bet you want to cum don’t you, baby? I can feel it. Such an eager little thing.” Tsukishima ghosts his lips across your hot cunt, blowing at your clit to make you yelp. You’re so close, too close. Dangling above bliss but not tipping over, knowing you need permission. You’ve been so good for him, he has to give you your release.

“Please, daddy. Please let me cum.” Tears wet your cheeks as you beg, holding onto Tsukki’s blond locks like an anchor. All you need is his approval, but instead of persimmon you are met with a bawdy laugh.

You really should have known he wasn’t going to let you go that easy.

Tsukki stands up, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. You’re wrecked in every way. Hair loose and disheveled, body dipped in a thin layer of sweat and thick splotches of paint. The look on your face is equal parts pathetic and fervent.

“I need you to sit pretty for daddy, I want to capture how desperately beautiful you look right now.” His words make you preen, but it’s a compliment and a warning at the same time. He wants to capture the look of sweet pain of denied orgasm to display at an art exhibit of both peers and his seniors. Sadistic in Tsukishima’s own unique way.

You should have known better, Tsukki’s patience has always been astounding. You know all he wants to do is bury himself in you, but he wants even more to make you suffer under his stare. There’s plenty of times he unleashes his frustration out on you physically, ripening your ass cheeks in bright red handprints and ensuring you can’t walk in the morning. But it’s these moments that can be even harsher, when he regards you with steely eyes and a aloof threat, that make your nerves catch fire more than a spanking ever could.

He sits down to start sketching on the large canvas in front of him, pinning you to your position with a practiced glare and playing on your desire to please him.

You sit as still as you can, listening to the scratch of pencil on vinyl in an attempt to keep calm. Your cunt is still twitching, puffy and slick propped uncomfortably atop the wooden stool. Tsukki hums along to the rhythmic music coming from his phone speaker, a playlist you know to be the one that helps him concentrate on his work. His brow furrows in concentration, pushing his glasses back in place as he stares at you again. His eyes are calculating and coldly observant, but his mouth quirks up in a surprising smile.

“My perfect baby. So stunning in every way.” His thoughts start tumbling out without his usual sarcastic filter.

“I have never wanted something more in my life than you. All of you, all the time.” A genuine regard for you in the lilt of his voice clamps down on your chest. He’s called you pretty, told you he loved you a million times before, but there’s a calm resonance in his words as his hands move across the white caves in front of him that catches in your throat. With the pressure of graduation looming over the two of you these past few months, romantics have been pushed to the side to make room for laser focus on finishing your degrees.

Your eyes well at his confessional, struck by the vulnerability so unfamiliar to him. You missed this side of your boyfriend, unlocking it incrementally through the years and finding it virtually non-existent recently. He sees your shoulders trembling slightly and tears his eyes up to your form.

“I told you to stay still.” His voice comes out harsh, but melts away when he sees fat tears rolling down your puffy cheeks.

“Y/n, are you okay? Did I upset you?” He moves to console you, the action causing another round of sobs, your body on edge in every way after both the teasing and his impromptu affirmation. Your response surprises yourself just as much as Tsukki, not realising how starved of his affection you had become.

“I’m sorry daddy, I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just- do you mean all that?” You lower your head in embarrassment, and Tsukishima’s heart breaks at the realization. Had he unintentionally disregarded you? Had he been ignoring you?

“Fuck baby, of course I mean it. I’m so sorry I made you doubt that.” He pulls you up into his strong hold, he lets you cry into his shoulder until your wracking sobs simmer to sniffles. He holds you tightly in an attempt at atonement. He has to do something to show you how he feels now that he knows his words have failed him. His actions have to speak in his place.

Tsukishima pulls you away slightly to meet his gaze before colliding his lips against yours. He traces his tongue in sonnets across your mouth, tasting the lingering essence of your arousal and the salt of your tears. He writes prose in the breathy gasps as you part for air, chests heaving. He has to show you what his words won’t always allow him to.

It’s bodies tangled together, covered in the colors of a man trying his best to show you how much he loves you. You had fallen to the floor at the behest of passion, Tsukki’s body covering yours, lips kissing any extension of your skin, uncaring of the paint covering both of your writhing frames.

You paw at his sweatpants as if they are the most offensive thing you’ve ever scene, Tsukki’s cock springs out to slap against the hard muscle of his abdomen. You don’t waste any time lining him up to your dripping folds, you’ve waited long enough. Hips crashing together like a fever dream, you’re wrapped in each other as if there’s nothing else in this world outside of a set of paints and four walls of a dimly lit apartment. The sun could be hurling towards the sidewalk just outside and Tsukishima, usually observant to a fault, would have no idea. All he knows is your body beneath him, clawing desperately at his back with every deep thrust, and the love poem he has written on your body. Reds across your breasts and brandishing your thighs. Greens and yellows across your neck, up your arms. Messy, sticky, covering the thin sheet Tsukki laid out to spare the hardwood.

Your panting, crying out for your daddy and consumed in the salty taste of love and lust crashing together like waves. His cock is heavy inside you, filling you up so completely. Tsukki rowes on, not daring to stop now, not with the resounding drumming of two hearts beat so perfectly together and the feeling of your clenching, velveteen walls hugging him like he’s coming home.

“I am so desperately in love with you. I want you like this, with me, forever.” He’s delirious, drunk on your body. Primal, as he stares down at you, colorful and completely conquered. He sees everything in your eyes, every baser desire, every hope for the future.

“I want to fill you up with my cum, princess. You are mine in every way. God, I want to see you swollen with my baby. Right here.” He presses against your belly, feeling his cock moving inside you from the splotches of pick and blue.

His confessional spurs you on, the emotions overwhelming. Feeling so loved, so needy, wanting everything the blonde above you is willing to give.

“Ah, Daddy! Please, please fill me up. I wa-want you to put a baby in me, I need it.” Your clenching tightly, each pump of Tsukishima’s cock better than the last.

“You are such a good girl baby, always saying exactly what I need to hear. Cum for me, princess, let me see how good I make you feel.”

His warrant is all you’ve needed this whole time, snapping to hours of tension with a sharp cry. You’re thrown into the pooling, honey-sweet feeling of release. Sinking every inch of your aching body into a blissed haze. Your walls spasm violently, tightening around him like a vice. He meets your hips with his own, knocking hip bones together like pool balls and holding himself in your heat as you milk his throbbing cock, stealing every drop of hot, while cum he has to offer.

He crumbles to the floor beside you, pulling you to his chest. Lying in a mess of paint and sweat and staggered breathing. Through the fog still resounding in your head, you hear Tsukki laughing lightly, “How’s that for inspiration?”

-Four Months Later-

You shift on your toes in anticipation, waiting for Tsukishima to release the hold he has around your eyes. You hear the bustle of people around you, the laughter and tinkling of glasses clinking together filling your ears. He kisses your temple before letting go, and you are met with a new reflection of yourself hung proudly on display. All of the places you see blemishes are drawn with vibrant purposeful color. Every curve of your form mapped out with the care only a lover could administer. Your naked form exhibited for hundreds of critiquing eyes, but there’s not a bone in your body that could feel embarrassed in this moment. As reflection so beautiful it’s unbelievable is staring back at you.

“Is this really how you see me, Kei?” You turn around to meet his eyes, his stare holds the love of epics. He would write you novels if he could, but this picture is worth a thousand words.

“Of course it is, baby,” He brings a hand to thumb at your slightly swelling belly.

“Of course it is.”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

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[murdereddaydreams]

This Christmas

Warnings: mentions of a breakup, fluff

Content: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

A/N: My Secret Santa fic for Anilysium, I hope it's enjoyed!

Word Count: 590

You never thought that this is how your Christmas would be going. Not after the way it was going the year before that is.

The year before you had been in a relationship, one you thought was going rather well but was proven wrong the moment the holidays came around at the end of the year. One thing led to another and suddenly you were dealing with heartbreak on Christmas day. Thankfully, your best friend Kuroo had been there to watch over you.

You weren't sure at what point you started to view him as more than your friend but out of nowhere you began to see him as the handsome man he had grown into. For the longest time you had only seen him as the annoying high schooler you had met him as but the way he seemed to buckle down when he saw how distraught you had become, it seemed to open your eyes that that wasn't him anymore.

Now if someone had told you all those years ago that right now in this moment you would be sitting on the couch nuzzled in his arms, you would call them crazy. In this moment though, you were just focused on everything around you. From the soft plush blanket covering you both, to the fire crackling off to the side, and the way the soft glow of the TV as it plays a holiday movie lit up the man beside you. Kuroo seemed to catch you looking at him, the look seeming obvious when he looked down at you with a smirk on his face.

"What are you looking at, gorgeous?" His arm around your shoulders pulled you closer to him. The way you seemed to fit against his body was almost as if you two were made for each other. The way you reached up to intertwine your fingers with his all but confirmed that you two were in fact made for each other.

"Just you… did you ever think that we would end up together?" At this question, you swear you could see a faint flush form on his cheeks as he turned away from looking at you. He was obviously a little flustered by this question, especially with how he huffed softly.

"I mean… I could only hope that we would. You had me waiting a long time, you know that?" Now it was your turn to get flustered, sitting up and staring at him in shock.

"Hey! Not my fault you always seemed like a dork!" Now it suddenly became a staring contest, the two of you staring each other in mock offense before Kurro decided to break it by leaning forward and kissing you, his forehead leaning against yours when he pulled away.

"Well, this dork now has you so guess you can say I still won at the end of the day." All you did was hum at his comment, letting him have this win. Really, it was you that won but he could think he won for now. This Christmas, you made sure to give your heart to someone special. Someone that has always been there for you through the good and the bad, someone you could always count on. This was Kuroo Tetsurou. Your best friend and the person you wanted to love for the rest of your life. Little did you know he felt the same way, a certain little box tucked at the back of the pile of presents under the tree was going to prove just that.

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[bullshxtvixen]

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Pairing: Atsumu x Reader

Word count: 3.8K

Song: Lost the game - Two Feet 

Warnings: 18+, spanking, jealous/possessive, hair pulling, spitting, ass play, rough sex, edging, overstim, mirror fuck and degradation.

A/N: This is a part of the first ever Haikyuu Headquarters server collab! The prompt for this one was mirror fuck! If you want to read the rest of the fics, the masterlist can be found here, it’ll will be going live in a couple of hours!!

Shoutout to @thisisthehardestthing and @deathcab4daddy for beta reading this for me! Be sure to check out their blogs 💕

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You knew you shouldn’t have done it. You should’ve pushed the guys hand off you as soon as he dared to put it on you in the first place, but when you’d met those familiar chocolate eyes across the room that held barely contained anger, you couldn’t stop the smirk that formed on your face, so instead, you’d smiled up at the stranger and allowed him to keep his sweaty palm on you. 

From the other side of the room, Atsumu quietly seethed in his anger. He couldn’t stand the thought of another man with his hands all over you, and seeing you not only letting some creep leave his hand on the small of your back, but to have you smirk at him as well...well that was something he wasn’t going to let you get away with.

He was going to show you exactly what happened when you let another man touch you.

You were his and only his.

That’s exactly how you found yourself in your current situation, with him forcefully pinning you to the wall of the hotel room you were staying in, the expensive dress he’d bought you bunched at your waist while his fingers dug into the soft skin of your thighs, securing them tighter around his waist as his hips trapped you in place.  Hot breath caressed your neck as he trailed sloppy kisses along your jaw, stopping to nip at your ear lobe.

A whine left your throat at the feel of his teeth against your skin, your breath already beginning to come in heavy pants as you moved your hips against his, seeking any kind of friction against your clothed heat.

“Such a dirty slut for me, aren’t you, baby?” Lips dragged against the side of your face, his voice low and laced with need, “do you think he could drive you this wild without even touching that greedy cunt of yours, huh?” He gave a sharp thrust of his hips to accentuate his point, earning him a moan as your head fell against the wall, your mind clouding with lust. 

“I bet it’s already dripping for me, isn’t it, princess?” Teeth sank into the soft flesh of your shoulder as he ground his hips harder against your wet heat, crushing you further between the solid contours of his body and the wall.

“Answer me. Now.” Another hard thrust, another bite, this time to the side of your neck.

“Unnn~ fuck. Yes, only you make me this way, ‘sumu. Just you~” the need in your voice was obvious as your hands trailed up his neck, fingers fisting into his hair, tugging his lips to yours so you could taste him. You sucked on the tip of his tongue before he took control of the kiss, teeth clashing against teeth as you blindly clawed at each other, trying to bring yourselves closer together. You couldn’t help yourself, he was addictive and you wanted all of him.

When he pulled away to catch his breath, you used the moment to claim his bottom lip, dragging it between your teeth as you pulled back to meet his eyes, a look of mischief flashing across your gaze.

“I know you were just using him to make me jealous, baby girl,” he dropped your legs, instead wrapping a hand in your hair and giving it a quick tug, forcing your head back so that you had to look up at him as he towered over your frame. The pain in your scalp only added to the desire that was building in the pit of your stomach, your panties becoming slick with your arousal. You smiled innocently up at him, but he was well aware you were anything but. “I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to. You got that, y/n?”

You nodded despite the large hand that still gripped your hair.

He released his hold on you and in seconds your dress was ripped down your legs along with your damp underwear, leaving you to gasp as the cool air of the AC licked your skin, goosebumps erupting all over your naked body.

He paused for a moment, taking a second to admire your form before him. When you’d first met Atsumu, you’d been insecure of the way your body looked, but whenever his eyes raked over you the way they were doing now- filled with such a burning hunger that your skin felt like it was on fire- any trace of insecurity was turned to ash before it could fully form inside your mind.

He reached a finger out to delicately brush a lock of hair away from your collar bone, your body shivering under the light touch as he allowed his fingertip to trail across your chest.

“So beautiful… and all mine.”

You didn’t have a chance to blush at the compliment before he threw you over his shoulder and made his way towards the bedroom. Your legs clenched as the thought of him fucking you into the mattress flashed across your mind, but he didn’t stop when got to the bed.

“‘Sumu, what are y-“ his hand came down hard on your ass, cutting off anything else you had to say. Your walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled as your body began to heat up in anticipation.

He made his way into the spacious bathroom- white marble glistening all-around- before placing you on the floor, backing you up against the countertop, an arm on either side of you. You wasted no time in ripping his shirt open, buttons flying as his lips crashed down on yours, forcing your mouth into submission.

As he shrugged out of his ruined shirt, tossing it to the floor, you made quick work of removing his belt, adding that to the pile on the floor, before your fingers fumbled with his trousers, unwilling to remove your lips from his but still desperate to dispose of the last items of clothing keeping his body from your view.

Once they were undone, you reluctantly left his lips, yanking the trousers down along with his underwear in one smooth motion. He quickly kicked them to the side, discarding them with the rest of his clothes.

Heat pooled between your thighs as you took in the sight of his cock. 

It stood flush against his toned stomach, the swollen purplish head leaking precum that dripped down, following the vein that ran down the length of his shaft before splitting in two. Your tongue came up to coat your lips at the sight; it always rubbed against your walls in the most intoxicating way.

He smirked when he caught you staring, watching as your tongue disappeared back between your kiss-swollen lips. He was going to make that pretty little mouth of yours scream his name until your vocal cords were raw, the thought making his cock twitch.

Taking his cock in his hand, he languidly stroked his length, thumb capturing the precum and smearing it all over his throbbing cockhead. He didn’t miss the way your eyes followed his every move.

“Like what you see?” he chuckled, spinning you around so that you were facing the large mirror that ran from the top of the counter all the way to the ceiling. You watched his reflection as he brought his lips to your ear, so close that his breath brushed against the side of your face, “of course you do, you little slut, I bet you’re aching to have me fuck that needy little slit, aren’t you?”

The words made your legs clench together his voice saturated with lust as his hips pressed into yours, his cock slipping between your thighs. Your head fell forward as his length ghosted between your slick folds, a content sigh escaping your throat at finally having him so close to where you were aching for him.

“Ah ah ah, I don’t think so,” a hand came from behind, calloused fingers wrapping around your throat, forcing your head up. Your nipples hardened as your eyes met his heated stare in the mirror, his tongue peeking out to wet his full lips, “eyes on me, princess. You’re going to watch me have my fun with this naughty body of yours.”

With his free hand, he took one of your pebbled nipples in rough fingers, rolling it between the thick digits as his hips began to gently rock into you. Within seconds, your slick coated his length, making it easier for him to slip between your folds, allowing the head of his cock to nudge against your clit with every movement of his hips. It sent shocks of pleasure straight to your core that had the coil in the pit of your stomach start to tighten.

“I’m going to make you cum just like this.” At his words he quickened his pace, the friction created earning him your mewls of approval as your hips grind down against him.  Each brush of his cock brought you closer to the release you so badly needed.

He was so close, so warm, as his body moved against yours. In your quest for release, you reached back, digging your nails into the side of his ass, pulling him closer. You were desperate for more of him and he knew you’d submit to his every need if he dangled the promise of pleasure in front of you.

Wanton moans fell from your lips as his free hand trailed down your body, stopping only to rub teasing circles against your swelling clit. It wasn’t enough pressure to make you cum, no, he wouldn’t let you just yet, but it was enough to torture you by hovering your release just outside of your grasp.

“‘Tsumu, please, i ne- fuck. I need to cum, please just unnnn- let me cum.” He loved it when you begged like that, the sound of your voice so full of desire made his cock throb between your legs while you continued to murmur soft pleas for your climax under your breath.

The cunning smile of his face as you watched him in the mirror told you that this was all a part of his plan.

Fucking arsehole.

He was teasing you, getting his own back for what you’d done. He wanted you to beg for it. He knew how much you needed him, he could feel your tight little hole clenching around nothing, enticing him to impale you on his length.

“Please ‘Tsumu, please, please please.” Another plea.

“You going to cum without my cock inside you like a good little slut?” He knew it was a pointless question, you’d do anything he asked if it meant you got to cum, he could probably ask you to let him fuck your ass right now and you’d willingly spread your cheeks for him.

You nodded anyway, unable to form words as his hips pressed harder into you, the edge of the marble countertop biting into your pelvic bone. You didn’t care. You just wanted to cum. The pain only added fuel to the liquid fire growing inside of you.

“What, princess, I don’t think I heard you?” he met your eyes in the mirror, the reflection of your own hunger evident in his.

“Let me cum all over your fat cock, ‘Tsumu, I need it, p-please. I’m so close.” Your head swam as your climax crept upon you, your body ready to give into it.

His movements were brought to a screeching halt just as you were inches from falling over the edge of the abyss.

He stepped back, removing his hands from you as he glared down at you in the mirror. Through the hair that’s fallen into your face, he could make out the anger filling your eyes as the fire within you ebbed. You hated when he denied you your orgasm, he’d done this to punish you and you’d fallen into his trap thinking he’d give it to you so easily after what you’d done.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you cum so easily after that stunt you pulled earlier, did you?”

That bastard. You were going to wipe that cocky smirk right off his face.

He realised what you were going to do immediately, so you’d barely moved an inch before his calloused hand forced you flush against the counter, his body covering yours, as you hissed at the cold marble coming into contact with your nipples.

“Eyes on me.” It was an order. You found his gaze in the mirror, his face hovering next to yours while breath tickled your ear as he spoke.

“I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m not going to hold back. I’ll have you screaming my name as I pound that tight little cunt of yours so hard that you’ll never forget who you belong to ever again.” He pulled back, his hands moving to grip your hips keeping you pressed against the counter. “You better keep your eyes on the mirror as I fuck you, princess, or you’re not going to like what happens.”

Logically you should’ve listened to the threat in his voice, it warned you not to push him, but you were still so worked up from your denied orgasm that you didn’t even think before the words spewed from your mouth.

“Or what?”

He grinned.

“Or this.”

He brought his hand down on your ass cheek with such force that your whole body jolted from the impact. He watched the blood rush to the surface of your skin, forming a perfect imprint where he’s struck you. 

Marking you in any way always sent a sick thrill up his spine and he noticed the way your legs clenched together when his hand met your skin. You got off on this just as much as he did, it was why you were grinding your ass against him, hungry for his cock to fill you up. Such a needy little thing.

He brought his hand down on your other cheek, matching the same force he’d used on the other. A groan left your lips as you bathed in the burning that flashed across your rear, it mixed with the pleasure that still flowed through your body, begging to be released after you’d been denied, turning into a cocktail of desire that was ready to burn through you. 

“You ready, princess?”

It didn’t matter, in a split second, he was pulling your hips back to meet his, burying himself to the hilt inside you with one hard thrust, balls slapping against your clit as you tensed in his hold. 

Your moans mixed with his, filling the bathroom as you savoured the feeling of finally having him inside you, stretching your cunt painfully wide. Your body twitched as your walls clenched around his cock, trying to suck him in deeper.

“Did you cum just from me putting my cock in you?” Your body was vibrating as you found his gaze in the mirror, his eyes cast down to where you were both connected. “Fuck, princess, I think that’s a new record.”

“Let’s see if you can hold the next one in a little longer, huh?” 

Then, he was moving, pulling almost all the way out before sheathing himself fully inside you again. He did this a few more times, watching himself disappear between your folds every time. It caused the knot in the pit of his stomach to tighten. It wasn’t enough though, not enough to make you remember that you were his.

In and out he went, losing himself in your body with each thrust. The sound of his balls slapping against you filled your ears as he worked your body up to another orgasm, remnants of your last one still flowing through your body.

Your fingers clawed aimlessly at the countertop, trying desperately to find purchase as he stretched your walls to their limits. He was relentless, slamming his hips into you with such force that it was hard for you to breathe. The cold marble beneath you suddenly felt good as your body grew hotter and hotter. 

This was how he loved seeing you, submitting to him as he fucked your brains out.

You yelped when you heard him spit followed by the feel of his saliva hitting the base of your spine. His thumb collected it and moved to brush against your pucked hole, the tight ring of muscle shrinking away at the feel of something foreign against it. 

That wouldn’t do.

He slowed his movements, choosing to focus on your untouched hole. You tensed at the feel of him spreading his saliva around the area before gently pressing against your hole. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just unusual. He paused, meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

Permission. He wanted your permission before he went any further, this was territory you were yet to explore.

He got his answer when you pressed back against him causing the tip of his thumb to slip past the rim. A sigh fell from your lips at the sensation, even though it was barely inside you, you were immediately overcome with a sense of fullness.

“Please, ‘Tsumu, more.”

He obliged, easing his thumb in the rest of the way. A growl forced it way out of his throat as both of your holes clenched around him. 

Your jaw went slack as he slowly circled his thumb while his cock massaged your walls. It wasn’t like anything you’d felt before, the fullness made you shiver in delight and when he began to ease his thumb in and out your ass, you knew that it wouldn’t be long before you came again.

“Princess, you have no idea how fucking hot you look with me stuffing both of your holes, fuck, I wish you could see how well you were taking me right now.”

You didn’t need to see, you could feel it as you stretched around him, taking everything he could give. That fire in the pit of your stomach was roaring now as he filled you completely.

“I want you to scream for me now, baby girl, then I’ll fill you with so much of my cum that it’s going to be dripping out of you for days.” His words got the reaction he wanted.

At the promise of being filled with cum, you forced your hips back to meet him, thrust for thrust, each one knocked a little more breath out of your lungs. This climax already felt different from the last and as it crept its way to the surface, you weren’t sure you could handle the intensity of it.

“Atsumu, I can’t… It’s too muc- AH!” the hand that had been gripping your hip had found its way back to your hair, pulling your head back so your face was in full view for him to see in the mirror. You watched as thick muscles rolled beneath his skin with his every move, the impact and speed of his cock ploughing into you made your toes curl while your breath caught in your throat.

“Say. My. Name.” Each word ended with a bruising thrust.

“ATSUMU.ATSUMU.ATSUMU, FUCK, ATSUMU,YES, FUCK ME, PLEASE.” you were vaguely aware of the words leaving your mouth as you screamed them, but you had no idea if they were coherent. You didn’t care, your body was being engulfed by the flames of your desire; it burned through you while you watched your face contort in pleasure in your reflection. Sweat coated your forehead as a heavy blush settled across your face, your tongue lolling to the side as your cunt clenched around the cock still burying itself inside your walls.

Atsumu’s movements became sporadic as he watched you watch yourself cum. That, coupled with the said of your screaming his name as he filled your holes, sent him spiralling into his own climax.

Your eyes finally closed in delight as his cock twitched inside you seconds before his warm cum sprayed your insides, coating them in his thick white release.

He kept his grip on your hair as you continued to milk him for everything he had, your pussy beginning to drip as his cum mixed with yours, but he didn’t stop his movements, he wanted to draw it out for as long as he could, though his thrusts were gentle now as he worked your body through the last moments of release.

When he was finally spent, he collapsed onto you, pulling his thumb from your ass before his arms came to rest beneath you, covering your body with his own. 

You bathed in the remnants of your orgasm for a while longer before your mixed release along with some of his spit began to run down your inner thighs. You pressed back against him, indicating that you needed to move.

He pulled back, groans falling from both of your lips as he pulled his limp cock from your abused hole. He couldn’t help but smile as it gaped slightly from how much he’d stretched you, trickles of his cum spilling out. He reached a finger out, gently collecting some on his fingers and pressing it back into you.

You were so sore from how hard he’d fucked you that the lightest touch made you whimper in discomfort as a low ache filled your worn-out body.

“Sorry baby, gotta make sure it doesn’t all go to waste.” 

“S’okay.” you mumbled, your throat raw from overuse. 

When you tried to move, your body gave up on you, leaving you bent over the counter as your legs turned to jelly. Atsumu took pity on you, grabbing a washcloth and soaking it in warm water.

He quickly cleaned you up, carefully not to put too much pressure against the angry marks he’d left on your ass. When he was satisfied, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, setting you down slowly on the plush mattress before getting in beside you. 

Once he was beneath the covers, he pulled your body to his, wrapping you in his strong hold so that you lay on his chest, your head tucked beneath his chin. He placed soft kisses along your forehead while his fingertips ran along the length of your spine, the motion helped your tired muscles to relax, your body melting under his touch.

“I’m sorry…” you trailed off, unsure how to finish your sentence.

“I know. I just lost myself a little when I thought about his hands on you, y/n… I don’t care if I sound like a possessive caveman, you’re mine and I want you to always be mine.” You couldn’t ignore the way his voice cracked a little towards the end as his arm tightened around your waist.

Placing a kiss above where his heart lay in his chest, you smiled as sleep finally pulled you under.

“Always yours, ‘Tsumu…”

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finally some new content for you guys lmaoo

thought i’d include a lil aftercare and i couldn’t stop myself from getting a little sappy at the end lmaoo.

Be sure to check out the rest of the fics in the collab!!

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #hq smut #vixenscribbles #my writing #haikyuu #hqhq server collab #miya twins

[aonesteddybear]

According To Him

akaashi keji x  female reader

warnings: cheating, soft angst, body worship oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

word count: 5001

notes: this is for the nsfw hq server collab, which the prompt was " I wonder what he would do if he knew you were with me right now ” akaashi was one of two of the pieces i wrote for this collab so be sure to keep an eye out for terushima which will be posted later in the day. be sure to check out the masterlist here and see all the other great writings and artwork done!

thanks for the beta @daishou-s​

Hot tears slipped down your cheeks in frustration as the door slammed. The apartment was eerily quiet. The only noise filling your ears was the occasional soft sniffle as you furiously rubbed at your eyes, willing yourself to stop crying despite the very real reason behind them. 

The sheets puddled in your lap, and despite the soft chill covering your skin, you couldn’t bring yourself to cover yourself- your bed no longer brought you the comfort you sought. Yet again, your fiancé had left you to go practice volleyball with his team post-sex despite having agreed to dinner with you. He had kissed you, apologizing as he got ready despite your pleas, but Bokuto Koutaro really only had one love that claimed his heart, and it was always glaringly obvious it wasn’t you. 

You could beg him all you wanted, but at the end of the day, he would choose his sport over you. It didn't always bother you. In fact, you had encouraged it for the longest time, even as he skipped out on dates or outings for practice. However, leaving you for the others had long since grown old, especially when you wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and be held. 

He always would promise to make it up to you, showering you in gifts and lavish trips and soft words, but it didn’t change the fact he really only seemed to be at ease on the court and between your legs. 

Still, there was one person you knew you could always turn to. As long as you have known Bokuto, Akaashi Keiji has known him longer. The former setter had always dealt with Bokuto’s tantrums and emotional mood swings, and he didn’t seem to mind when, even now, you turned to him for help.

You always assumed it was because Akaashi favored Bokuto, the two of the remaining close friends and meeting frequently even though they had graduated and had no actual ties holding them together. After seeing him around for so long, you had also warmed up to him, and now, you also sought him out for comfort, despite the soft whisper of it being inappropriate, which you often forced down. 

Still, you found yourself reaching for your phone and clicking the familiar contact. After a few moments of it ringing, the phone clicked as the other side picked up. 

“Hello?” Akaashi’s voice carried through the phone, and you sniffled pathetically again. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you. “Yeah.” God, even your voice sounded pathetic. “Can you come over?” You found yourself whispering before you considered the words.

Akaashi was silent for a moment, and you found yourself wondering if he would agree to the proposition before he spoke. “Sure.” The sound of keys jingling made you swallow, because of course your boyfriend's friend would come over to see you when your boyfriend wouldn’t even stay. “What’s wrong?” 

You rubbed at your eyes again. “It’s Kou again. He is...infuriating, sometimes. We were supposed to have dinner, but someone texted him, and of course he agreed. We’ve been planning this for the last week.” You found yourself babbling, the words spilling before you could stop it even as silent tears rolled down your face in humiliation. 

“Okay, okay. It’s okay, Y/N. I promise. I’ll be there in a few okay? I’ll tell you when I get there.” His words were soothing, and you mumbled an agreement. As he hung up, you forced yourself to wipe your tears once more. 

You looked down at your chest and the splattering of hickeys Bokuto had left on them, and you touched them lightly before your hand fell. You could feel the soreness between your legs, left over from his energetic thrusts, and you didn’t want to think of the mess he had left there either.

Still, Akaashi was on his way, so you forced yourself to stand, moving from the bed and grabbing an old, oversized shirt and a pair of panties from the drawer as you made your way to the bathroom. As you cleaned yourself up, taking care of the new bruises and fluids left from your actions earlier, you didn’t fight the tears or the pit in your stomach.

You tried washing your face, patting cold water on your eyes to remove the puffiness that was there, but eventually, you ignored it, simply wiping it on the shirt. Akaashi had seen you worse than this. 

As if on cue, a knock on your apartment door had you jumping. You walked out, dragging your feet as you went before you opened it without looking. Akaashi stood outside the door, his fist raised if he was about to knock again before you had opened it. 

Upon seeing you, his features softened, and he stepped into your space, pulling you into a hug as you sniffled into his shirt. His hand was gentle on the back of your head, petting your hair lightly as he soothed you, the door shutting behind him. “It’s okay. I promise. It’ll be ok.”

You clung to his words, replaying them in your head in hopes that he was right, because at this point you were ready to leave. You were so sick and tired of Bokuto’s antics and not appreciating you.

As if Akaashi could sense your train of thought, he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “He loves you, a lot.” At this point, you weren’t sure who he was trying to convince, because Bokuto clearly wasn’t here showing it. “I’m sorry he’s doing this to you.” 

You hum in response, enjoying the contact with Akaashi, but even you realized how wrong it was for you to be seeking comfort in your fiance’s best friend's arms. Which is exactly why you pulled back, and Akaashi reluctantly let you.

“Do you want a drink?” you questioned, and Akaashi smiled so softly, his eyes just as sad as yours were. 

“I know where everything is. Go sit down.” He coaxed gently, and you nodded. 

You could hear him as he rustled through your kitchen, finding your cups and the water you kept chilled in the fridge. When he brought it out to you, you were already sitting on the couch, a blanket drawn up over you as he handed you a cup, which you took, swirling it gently in your hands as Akaashi sat next to you, his body angled towards you as he watched you.

“Drink.” His words were a soft command. You obeyed, lifting the glass to your lips as you sipped it lightly. “Now, tell me, what happened.”

Your words spilled out then, rushing out your mouth as quickly as your tears did as you told him exactly what happened earlier. How he had come home late, barely talked to you before he was ushering you to bed. Then, he had just left after, despite your anger and the fact you had plans together. “It’s like he doesn’t even care about me, Keiji. He just wants me for sex.”

Your final words tumbled out as you finished breaking down, soft sobs shaking your shoulders as you sobbed. Akaashi hummed, taking your cup from you as it threatened to spill as he sat both of your cups down on the coffee table. 

He once again pulled you into him, letting you rest your head on his chest as you cried, and he resumed his head-petting, just as you liked. “It’s okay.” he promised, his words comforting even as he buried his own face into your hair.

He knew he should feel guilty about it, how he was holding you so selfishly and breathing your scent, which would fuel his late night thoughts despite your genuine heartache. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to push you away, and not let you clutch him so desperately and use him either. 

“I’m sorry he’s doing this. He should realize how blessed he is to have you.” Akaashi’s words were whispered into your hair, but you couldn’t help the soft noise of confusion as you pulled back to stare up at him. 

“What do you mean?” You questioned attempting to pull away from his chest, unsure if you liked where this conversation was going, but his grip was tight and prevented you from pulling away from him. 

“I mean, he is being selfish. It’s what he does. You’re amazing, and he should worship you like you deserve.” His words were gentle as his thumb ran over your cheek, wiping off the tear tracks there, and he looked so very sad as you flinched away from it. 

“Keiji, I don’t know-” You started, and he shushed you gently, his finger brushing against your lips. 

“It’s true. I would treat you better. I should have never given into him.” His words were soft, musing, as if he didn’t mean to speak them, and before you could question further he was leaning forward, his face suddenly too close. “Can I?”

You swallowed. “Can you do what, Keiji?” you questioned, and he smiled softly.

“Can I show you how I would treat you if you were mine?” His words were gentle, filling you with a lull of soft security, and before you knew what you were doing, you found yourself nodding even as he was leaning even further forward.

His lips pressed against yours, fitting securely against your lips as you sucked in a sharp breath. He was gentle- much more than Bokuto ever was- his lips moving against yours, and after a moment, you found yourself responding to them in turn.

Hands touching your neck made you jump even as he pressed further into you, holding you securely to his body so you couldn’t escape from him. As your lips parted to object, his tongue brushed against them before sliding into your mouth.

The whimper you let out was eagerly swallowed as he licked into your mouth, pushing his tongue against yours and enticing you to play with him, which you found yourself reluctantly doing. Your tongues molded against one another, slid against one another, before he was pulling away, gasping in breaths of air even as you leaned forward, chasing after him.

His forehead pressed against yours, his fingers tightening on your neck, feeling the drumming of your pulse against his hand. “Please,” his whisper was low, deep, and needy, and you found yourself leaning forward into it.

“Please what, Keiji?” you questioned, and he let out a soft whine in response, a noise that made your thighs clench together and all reason fly out of your head. 

“Please….” he hesitated, pondering his next words, as if he didn’t know exactly what he was about to ask. “Please let me touch you. Touch you properly.”

You swallowed again, and for a moment, your eyes met his, and the thought of what you were about to do crossed your mind, but rather than focus on it, you pushed it from your thoughts. You couldn’t mull over it, not yet. “Okay.”  

The word was all the permission he needed, a sharp whimper escaping his lips as he pushed back into you. His other hand attached to your hip, sliding first up over your shirt before he was dipping down, and pushing at the shirt. 

As his skin connected with yours, you let out a sharp hiss, which he eagerly caught, his tongue pressing against your lips yet again as you opened for him. As his hands traced up your body, his hands connecting with your breast, he tensed, as if he realized what he was doing also.

He pulled back ever so gently, his eyes searching yours as his lips parted, but any words he was about to say disappeared in his throat just as quickly as you licked your lips. His lips connected with yours once more, desperate, as his hand opted to grope at your breast, squeezing the tender flesh before he pulled back to pinch at the nipple lightly. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” His words were whispered into your mouth as you gasped into him, back arching up into his touch as he pulled at the bud. “He’s so stupid.” 

You let out a soft noise at that in objection, but he didn’t give you the chance to speak as he nipped at your lips eagerly instead. After a moment, his head dipped from you, his hands moving down to push at your shirt until he was able to wiggle it up past your breasts. 

The sharp exhale was audible to you as he stared at your chest for a moment before his head dipped to kiss at the valley between them. He pulled back just far enough to shift where his head was before he latched on to your nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth as his tongue pushed over it in excitement. 

His pace was gentle, soothing, and relaxed as he sucks at tender flesh. His teeth grazed the bud just for a moment before he soothed it with his tongue. “You’re so perfect.” The words were whispered into your flesh as he nuzzled at it, his other hand palming softly at your other breast as his eyes flicked up to your face.

As your eyes met, his name fell from your lips in a soft sigh, a mournful sound, and he smiled gently. His lips released your nipple, moving to the other side to suck on it as your hands came to grip his hair. 

He hummed in response as you tugged lightly in the soft curls of his hair that were beginning to form from the length. His lips wrapped around the new bud, sucking it into his mouth as you whimpered his name out again. 

“Keiji, please.” The words were whispered, but his ears caught it anyways, so very attentive on your body’s response to his actions. His mouth released from your chest as he turned to look up at you, and there was no mistaking the dark glint in his eye from anything other than lust for you.

He pressed another kiss to your skin. “What is it, darling?” his words were gentle, covering you in comfort as his hands rubbed tenderly into your skin. Yet as your lips fell open, no words came out. You didn’t know what to ask him for.

The idea of what you were doing was finally beginning to set in, a warm bubbly feeling masking the terror of being caught later on. Yet at the end, it wasn’t you who spoke.

“Can I take you to bed?” His words were sweet, much nicer than the given implications of what would occur if you said yes. He was taking charge of the situation and guiding you to comfort like he always did. 

Your hands moved on their own to cup his face, pulling him up into yours as you lent forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, your foreheads pressing together gently as you held him to your body. The hum he let out filled you with warmth, your toes curling in an excitement you hadn’t felt in a while as he pressed a gentle kiss to your nose.

“Yes,” the word fell from your lips without much thought. The idea of telling him no, pushing him away from you, left you with even more anxiety than holding him did. 

“Come, little one.” His instructions had you moving even before he pulled away, clutching to his body as he helped you to your feet and ushered you in front of him towards the bedroom. As you crossed the threshold of the room, you swallowed, feet pausing as you gazed at your bed, which was still tousled from earlier. 

Sensing your hesitation, Akaashi’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his hand coming up to force you to stare up into his eyes. “If you don’t want to, we can stop.” He assured, pressing his face gently against yours once more, and you couldn’t help the whimper that fell from your lips as you pressed further into his. 

“No. I want to.”

You knew he was giving you an out, promising to stop at any point should you want it, but it didn’t change the fact of how desperately you craved wanting to be wanted. So you angeled your head up, kissing first his jawline and moving to the corner of his lips. 

“Please, Keiji,” you whispered, and this time you both knew exactly what you were asking for, and who was Akaashi to deny either of you?

His hands moved, shifting to spin you around to face him further as his hands came up to tangle roughly in your hair, and his other hand slotted against your hips as he carefully walked you backwards until your knees hit the bed.  

Before you could collapse onto it, his hands were moving to push at your shirt once more, removing his lips from yours just long enough to tug your shirt over your arms and head before he was throwing it to the floor and pressing back further into you relishing how your body felt flush against him.

He could feel your nipples pressed against his body, even through the skin as you whimpered in frustration. Your hands reached out, tugging at his shirt, and he laughed lightly against your lips as he pulled back. His hands fumbled with his shirt for a moment, undoing the buttons by his head, before he was tugging his own shirt off and discarding it. 

As his body pressed against yours, with only bottoms separating the two of you, he let out a sharp sigh into your lips. Your hands smoothed over his skin, running over muscles and skin you had never experienced before. 

Yet, just as quickly as he started the kiss, he pulled away. His hands nudged your hips further back on the bed as his head dipped down to kiss at your neck. You hummed in response, fingers lazily running over his back as you rolled your hips up into him.

“Easy,” he breathed out into your skin, moving to kiss at your collarbone, and then back down your chest. “I want to take my time, show you properly how much you mean to me. Is that okay?” 

You nodded, licking at your lips as you watched him move further down your body, stopping only to kiss at spots randomly, just to hear and feel the responses you gave to him. When he reached the band of your panties, he hesitated, pressing a kiss right against the line. His eyes flicked up at you as his fingers ran over the band carefully.

“Are you sure?” His words were gentle, but clouded with desire. You let out an annoyed whimper, tired of his hesitation.

“Keiji, please.” You found yourself repeating even as he frowned, pulling back slightly, and you lifted your hips to chase after it as his hands pushed down, effectively holding you in place.

“I want to hear you say it.” 

You let out a whine, licking at your lips as you reached out for him. “Yes, I’m sure. I want you, Keiji.” 

Akaashi hums then, a delighted glint showing in his eyes as he mulls over your words in his head. “You sound so beautiful when you say that.”

His hands tugged at the band of your underwear, pulling it down your legs, and you feel your legs closing at his intense scrutiny, suddenly shy.

“Shhh,” he soothed, his thumb running over your mons. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He promised, and you let out a soft whimper in response to his words.  

His hands nudged your legs open as he pushes his way in between them. His eyes were level with your cunt, and you couldn’t help the warm flush that spread up your body as you covered your face with your hands shyly, and his fingers gently pushed open your lips to stare at your core. 

“Perfect.” he repeated, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your slit before you could object. Just as quickly, his tongue slid out, licking up your slit as you let out a sharp gasp of his name. 

Before you could try and wiggle away, his hands connected with your hips, grabbing them tightly as he held you still, his eyes connecting with yours as he pressed his face into your core. His tongue slid out to lick sloppily at your hole as you feel him push into you.

“Keiji!” His name was slurred, your mind hazy at the stimulation he was giving you. He was so different from how Kotarou usually ate you out. Akaashi was much more neat, his tongue pushing in and out of you repeatedly even as you squirmed underneath his grip, desperate for more. 

Yet, as your eyes flicked down to look at him, his attention was focused solely on you. Blue eyes knocked your breath away as they locked with yours, and you couldn’t help the whine that slid out as you attempted to arch your hips up into his mouth. 

“Please.” 

Akaashi hummed in response, a satisfied noise that had you blushing from the vibrations as his tongue pulled away from your hole, licking up your slit slowly yet again until it flicked over your clit.

The grin that spread across his face was shameless as you jumped, hands flying down to fist in his hair at oversensitivity as you let out a squeal of his name. He repeated the action, enjoying how you flinched and cried at the pleasure as he continued to repeat the assault on the sensitive bundle of nerves smugly. 

“It’s too much.” You whispered, but ever-attentive, he caught it. He let out a hum in response even as you whined at the vibrations, but rather than back off, his lips wrapped around the bud as he sucked harshly on it.

Your back arched up off the bed as your fingers tightened in his hair. “Fuck, Keiji!” you cried out, hips jerking under his hands as they pushed you down. Even as your eyes squeezed shut, you could feel his eyes on you, watching your face closely as he memorized your movements, ingraining them into his mind, and he held your hips flush to his face even as you squirmed against his grip.

As the ball in your stomach exploded. His name was all that fell from your lips in a chant as you came around him. His fingers worked you steadily through your orgasm, your body trembling around him as you crashed down. As his movements caught up with your body, you let out a cry, pushing at his head desperately as you attempted to push him away. 

“‘s too much!” You repeated, words slurred and heavy in your mouth as your body jerked with overstimulation.

The man finally gave in, pulling away to kiss his way up your body as you grabbed at his face, kissing him eagerly as you pushed at his remaining clothes. 

“Please?” The word was asked against his lips, barely audible as you gasped into his mouth. He nodded in response, his lips never leaving yours as his hands fumbled with his boxers, pushing them down his legs.

As you reached down, wrapping a fist blindly around his cock, his hips canted forward, a sharp groan escaping his lips against yours as you curiously stroked it. He was heavy in your hand, solid and warm. You could feel the precum leaking down from his tip, wetting your hand as you ran a thumb curiously over it.

As you tried to pull away, his hands caught you, holding you against him even as you let a soft squeak in protest, wanting to taste him in your mouth as well. “It’s fine,” he breathed out against your lips as if he could hear your thoughts. 

“This is about you.”

His hands nudged you back, pinching at your skin playfully as you wiggled backwards further up the bed. He stopped you, pushing you flat back onto the bed so he could loom over you.

He pulled back, panting heavily against your lips as his eyes scanned your face once more, and you couldn’t help but acknowledge just how pretty he was, the light illuminating his head behind a shadow of black hair. 

You reached up for him, trying to pull him back down against you, but he gently knocked your hand away as he looked down at you, eyes soft. 

“I don’t have a condom.” He sounded apologetic, unsure of his words, as he examined you and your reaction to his statement. 

You hummed in response, gently rubbing a thumb against his cheekbone as he turned his head into the pressure. 

“It’s okay,” you promised softly. Koutarou never wore a condom with you, prefering to fill you up, which you didn’t mind, but it helped that you were on birth control already. You also trusted Akaashi, and if he said he was safe, you had no reason to doubt him.

“I can pull out?” he offered, voice raising at the end of his words in question as he proposed the solution, and you nodded softly. 

“That’s fine with me.” You approved, and this time it was him who hummed in approval as he shifted upwards close towards your hip. As he pulled back to rub a thumb over his own head, and you felt your mouth dry at just how pretty his cock was. 

He didn’t give you long to look, gently gripping your hip with one hand as he held his cock with the other. He ran the tip of it along your folds, smiling softly as you jumped at the sensation of it bumping into your clit. 

As soon as he deemed it slick enough with your own juices, he angled his hips to push it lightly against your opening. He teased you just for a moment, gently pressing against the hole without pushing into it until you whined out his name. It was a pitiful sound that had him pushing his hips forward and entering you with a soft exhale.

You felt your body tense up around him at the new sensation. He was a bit smaller than Bokuto, not stretching your walls to the same level, but it still left your toes curling at the new sensation of Akaashi inside of you. 

Your sharp whimper filled his ears, your hips arching up into him as he bottomed out within you. You reached up, grabbing at his shoulders as you pulled him into you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling his face into yours as you kissed at him. 

“Fuck,” You breathed. “Can you move please?” 

He hummed in response, nipping at your lip softly. “Yes, of course.”

His hips rolled into you gently, testing your response, and you let out a whine in pleasure as you tugged at his hair. He was slow, testing out your responses as you squirmed underneath him. 

His name fell from your lips as you angeled your hips slightly higher, urging him to speed up. 

“Shhh,” he hushed gently, kissing you as his hands moved to push your hips down. “You have to be patient.” 

You frowned, grabbing at his back as you whimpered in frustration. “I don’t want to be patient, Keiji.”  

He pressed a finger against your lips, leaning forward to kiss you as he pulled his finger away. You let another huff as he shifted, grabbing your hips and jerking them upwards so he could move his hips easier into you.

As he thrusted into you at this new angle, you let out a sharp yelp. Your hands scrambled at his arms as he hit the spongy spot inside your walls. A soft sob escaped your lips as he repeatedly began to hit your g-spot. 

“Please, please, please.” You chanted out, back arching up into him in time with his thrusts. “Just like that.” 

He smirked, leaning forward to cup your face in his hands. “You’re so gorgeous,” he purred, leaning down to kiss you tenderly.

Your tongue ran along his lips, eagerly pushing into his mouth as he opened for you. As your tongues pressed together, Akaashi’s hand slid in between your bodies to rub at your clit. As his fingers connected with your body, you jerked away from him at the sensation. 

He let out an amused noise as he held you steady, pushing his fingers against you as he rubbed at your clit in time with his thrusts, and you jerked in pleasure. 

As your body spasmed around his cock, he tensed as you milked him perfectly. “You’re so perfect, darling- you deserve to be worshipped,” 

His other palm spread across your body, rubbing at your breasts softly as he pinched at your nipple lightly watching as you flinched, squirming under his attention. 

“You should be treated like the goddess you are, and if he won’t do it, I will.” He promised, his thumb increasing in speed on your clit as your muscles spasmed. “I wonder what Bokutou would do if he knew you were with me right now.” he crooned out softly as he watched you cum around him. 

As you grabbed at him, you buried your head into his shoulder, and your cunt spasmed around him. 

“Keiji!” You cried out, clutching at his body desperately.

As his hips pulled back out of you, his hand left you to dip between you two yet again, except this time it was for his own pleasure. His own pleasure crested over him as he stroked himself to completion, painting your stomach white. 

However, as he relaxed into you, the sound of the door creaking open made you both jerk away from one another, and you were left staring into the inscrutable eyes of your fiancé, who took over the scene in front of him with a strange amount of calmness. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask me?”

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[nena-la-fresa]

A Pirate’s Life For Me

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All characters are written during the time skip even in the AU’s which puts them in their 20′s.

A/N: This is part of the NSFW hqhq Server Collab. You can read the other writers work right here ! 

Pairing: Pirate! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Noble Lady! Reader 

Warning: Smut with Plot | Public Sex | Exhibitionism | Light Choking | Rough Sex | M Oral | Degradation | Unprotected sex | Masturbation |  Oc for plot development

Word Count: 4555

She never knew what it was, but there was always something about the ocean that mesmerized her. Every moment she got to look out a window her eyes would always land on the sea. Even know at a social gathering her parents were throwing she’d find herself looking at the windows.

It would take someone to call her name, “Y/n these lovely ladies were asking you a question.” Poe, her family guard, walked up from behind her. He placed his hand on her lower back, the other women noticed and faked a smile to the both of them.

Y/n looked at Poe before the women, “Oh I’m sorry. What was the question?” Poe laughed lightly and patted her head, “I’m sorry lady’s but it seems Y/n’s in her own world right now. Please excuse her behavior.” He had always done this, yet every time he did it always felt so...malicious.

The thing about Poe was that he wasn’t only just a guard, his family had been close to her parents. In a way, they were childhood friends, he’s always look out for her, spend time with her. The only problem was that Poe developed feelings, the only thing Y/n saw in him was just as he was. A childhood friend, everyone knew this, which was why some of the women who were fascinated with Poe disliked her. 

It wasn’t like she had asked Poe to like her, nor did she ever ask to be a noble lady. Had her parents told her this was the way being a noble lady would be she would have ran away sooner. She grew tired of the draining social gatherings and the way all these people just turned on each other when given the chance. 

She turned to Poe, “I’m going to go for a walk around the garden.” Y/n began to turn when he stopped her, “I’ll come with you.” 

“Not it’s alright. I’ll be back in a few minutes, I just need some air.” 

Suffocating was the only word she could describe it to be. Almost every time she’d find herself wanting to escape, most times she didn’t, but when she did she’d go for long walks around the town. She didn’t know how but she’d always find herself at the docks.

Just like the tide, she felt herself being pulled towards the sea. The sound of the waves, the taste of the salt in the air, and how the sun kissed her skin as it began to set. Euphoric was how she’d describe it, her daily dose of serotonin, but always at this hour, she’d be pulled out of it. 

The sound of the drunk sailors and pirates laughing mixed with the sounds of cups clinking against one another was enough to catch her attention. She knew she had found herself on the wrong side of town, she knew the docks weren’t safe. She always heard the gossip the men would spill when they thought no one was around, about how they wished they could participate in the same actions as the pirates. 

Never would she have believed it was true, twenty years of her life and she had never thought anyone would be willing to lay on tables for men pleasured them while others watched. She had tried her best to avoid looking at anyone. 

But curiosity got the best of her. One particular woman whose head was hanging off of the table made eye contact with her, her breast bouncing as the man thrusted into her. The woman smiled while Y/n just watched stunned, she motioned for Y/n to come closer but the noble lady just walked backward. Forgetting she was at the edge of the dock she missed her step and fell in. 

Y/n felt herself sinking, as much as she tried to pull herself up she couldn’t. She knew she hated these dresses, they always felt so heavy. Still sinking Y/n could feel her breath running out. She tried untying her dress but nothing would budge. She couldn’t hold her breath anymore on instinct she opened her mouth to get air but all that came in was water. She could feel herself slipping, her eyes closing as she felt hands pull on her to have them fully wrapped around her. 

Y/n woke up to the feeling of something warm on her lips, and then to the unpleasant feeling of water coming out of her throat. She sat up and coughed up the water, as she was done she felt something warm being wrapped around her. She looked up, the man who saved her had olive-brown hair that shined in the moonlight, and his eyes, the way that they shinned from the reflection of the fire made her feel all kinds of things. 

“T-thank you.” The man looked down at her, his face stern. “Yeah well if I didn’t I wouldn’t get my reward.” 

“Reward? What reward?” Just when asked she heard Poe’s voice, “I see you found her, well good job pirate. Your reward.” He spoke in a condescending tone, emphasizing the word ‘Pirate’ as if the word was repulsive. 

Poe threw the money to the man, he had caught it with one hand before pulling Y/n up and pushing her back to Poe. “Tell the nobles to keep her on a leash on her if they don’t want to lose her again.” 

“I’m not an animal,” The man looked at her, she turned away before whispering, “bloody pirate.” Poe ignored her words to check her whole body for any bruises, he removed the cloak and threw it at the man. 

Feeling the breeze on her skin she looked down and saw that her once heavy dress was no longer there. Her undergarments and the top of her breast exposed, feeling embarrassed she covered her chest but in doing so caught the men staring at them. He smirked as he looked her up and down before he spoke “Careful not to fall in any more oceans my lady,” with a playful sarcasm in his tone, “I won’t always be there to save you.” And with that, he left. 

It was the first time she could say that she felt a tingling sensation, it went from her cheeks, stomach, all the way to her...her, she could dare think the word. 

“Tsk, who does he think he is. He says that as if I’m not the one to care for you. But don’t worry Y/n, you won’t see him anymore, these pirates never stay in one city for long. In fact, I think they might be leaving tonight.” Poe took off his jacket to cover Y/n, “Let’s go home, you’re parents are worried.” 

She wanted to push Poe away from her but she knew he’d get upset. She couldn’t help but notice the difference between the two men. When Poe did nice things they felt forced as if he felt he shouldn’t have to do them. While this man she just met, he didn’t need to wrap her in his cloak. But perhaps she was overthinking, she just met him, there was nothing more. Nothing more than the temperatures on their bodies. Being next to Poe she felt cold, and him...he felt, warm...safe. 

Y/n pictured his face again, wanting to see it one last time she turned back. She saw him, at the edge of the dock directing other men to put things away. Feeling something watching him he turned back, it was her, but she quickly looked back. 

Unfazed the man continued what he was doing, while he had she continued to listen to Poe ramble on. She never had a moment of silence around him, and just when she was about to say something he cut her off.

“Y/n, you know, we’ve known each other for a long time now.” He let go of her waist to put his hand behind him. 

“Yes, for as long as I remember.” She continued looking straight, she was so close to behind home. But he just had to stop her. 

“Y/n let’s stop for a second. The moon is out, let’s enjoy this.” He looked up at the sky.

“I’ve much rather do that on my balcony.” She was about to continue walking when she felt a tug on her hand. Turning back she looked at Poe, on his one knee. “A long time you’ve been unmarried. I’ve waited five years. We’ve both rejected marriages, it’s about time we tried it,” he stopped to smile as he took out a ring, “what do you say?” 

Giving him a sincere look, “Poe-” Cut off again. 

“Now before you say no you should really think about it. Think of it, really, we’d be the most incredible couple. Above everyone, wouldn’t you like that? You wouldn’t have to worry about anything, you could stay with me, have my children and do well whatever it is you do in your spare time.” Poe stood up, grabbing her hand he put the ring on her finger, “It even looks good on you.”

Y/n pulled back her hand, “No. Poe this needs to stop, I won’t marry you. I won’t marry anyone. What do all of you not understand? I don’t need anyone, and I certainly don’t need children.” 

“You ungrateful bitch. I could give you everything, is it because of that pirate? Is that what’s changing your mind?” He came closer to her, “Did you fuck him? Suck his cock? I saw the way you were looking at him.” 

She scoffed, “Maybe I did. If I did would that get you off my back? Would that get all of you to leave me alone?” Y/n backed away, “But maybe I will, I think I’ll go back and sit on his cock while I write a letter to you. I’ll tell you about how it’s much bigger than yours.” 

“You’ll regret this.” Poe glared at her as he pushed past her. 

Taking a deep breath she looked up at the sky, “Maybe I should leave. Leave early in the morning no one would know, catch the first boat that leaves tomorrow.” She chuckled, “Who am I kidding, I’d never survive out there.” Y/n sighed turning as she made her way to her room to bathe before sleeping. 

She was woken by the sounds of her maid rushing into the room. “Lady wake up, your father has an announcement.” 

She groaned as the light in her room hit her eyes, “About what?” 

“Your engagement.” The maid said through a smile as she set out the dress. 

“My what?” Y/n eyes opened as she sat up from the bed. ‘He didn’t...did he?’ She thought as she brought a hand to her mouth.

“My lady! You, you did! No wonder he’s so happy. Why hadn’t you told me before!” The maid pulled Y/n’s hand to inspect the ring. 

Looking at her hand she saw the ring, how could she have forgotten it. “Mary, what did my father say.” 

Mary smiled, “He said yes! So we so excited when Poe told him you have said yes to his proposal!”

“Mary, I never said yes.” Voice cracking as she noticed the joy in Mary’s face leave. 

“What do you mean? You have the ring.” 

Y/n grabbed marries hand, “I told him no last night, he grabbed my hand and put it on. He told me that...he told me that I’d regret doing it.” 

“Oh.” 

“I can’t marry him, Mary. He’s not as nice as everyone thinks he is.” A tear slipping down her face. 

Mary wiped her tears, “Why don’t you leave?” She lightly palmed her face.  

“Leave? Where would I go? Isn’t that a bit more drastic than just telling the truth?” It was better, but knowing Poe and his charm she’d never have a chance at getting the truth out. 

“Well yes. But you’ve always dreamt of another life other than this. I’ve known you since you were a babe, I know this isn’t what you want. You’re always looking for the sea, take the ring sell it to get on a ship, and never look back. It’s your chance to get away, I say take this opportunity.” 

Every step she took had a pain in her heart, she’d be leaving home. She knew she’d miss home, her siblings, but she couldn’t do it. Not when she knew Poe would still be around, she knew she’d never be free if she was around him, she felt the kind of man he was, and she didn’t want to find out what else he could do. 

And the more she walked the closer she heard the crash of the waves. She could taste the salt in the air, to her at this moment, it tasted like freedom.

As Y/n made it down to the docks she noticed the men were putting things away on the ship. It seemed as they were about to leave, just as she was about to make her way she saw two of her family guards strolling by. “Shit.” She hid behind a corner not noticing the vendor watching her, “You know miss, that group of pirates don’t let women on their ship.” Y/n gasped and turned towards the vendor, she calmed down from her scare before she began to speak. “Why not?” 

“Alone at sea with fourteen men could cause trouble. Especially if it’s just one woman. Best you keep your distance from them. You seem like a noble lady, they’d tear you apart. Use you for ransom, you seem like you’re trying to leave especially if you’d risk going there.” 

Y/n sighed as she leaned against the wall watching the men, “I wouldn’t suppose you’d know how to get on without that happening, would you?”

The woman smiled, “In fact I do. Did some adventuring back in my day. Follow me.” 

The woman took her to the back of her shop. She hurried the girl to undress, she helped bind her chest, and gave her men’s clothing. “Remember, don’t speak. They’ll notice, you’re language is much different than theirs. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb, keep your head down and try to hide if you can.” 

Y/n looked in the mirror, she looked much different than she usually did. Her face still looked the same but she hoped it didn’t give her away if someone looked at her for too long. “Now hurry before they leave.” The vendor pushed her out of the shop, Y/n slouched her shoulders and tried to have a bad posture. All the training as a child would give her away too. 

She got close to the ship, she tried to find the lightest thing to carry. She leaned forward when a man passed behind her, “With your knee’s laddie, or else you’d hurt your back and be no use to us.” 

Like he said she used her knees and my gods did she wonder how she’d survive if she’d never been able to lift a finger at home. The other men carried heavier things while she just carried a box of rum, “Where’s Captain find this kid, can’t even carry a box.” 

“Who knows. Kid make sure that goes under, in the correct spot alright.” 

Y/n nodded and kept walking. When she got to cargo hold she looked at the stairs, it almost seemed impossible. “Don’t worry, it’s bad at first, but the more you do it the easier it gets.” A man that looked about her age passed her as he went down. 

She built up the courage and did it, when she got there she just followed the young man. Looking around it was well lit, if it wasn’t a pirate ship she would have thought that the candles were romantic. She started to look around when she felt the ship start to move. 

She smiled and made her way up to the deck when she did she heard yelling, “Where is she?” Her body stiffened. The captain by the edge of the ship, “Where’s who?” 

“Y/n, I know you took her.” Poe yelled as the boat kept moving he looked at the crew and his eyes miraculously found her, “Y/n get off the ship now!” He looked back at the captain, “Get her off pirate!”

A redhead laughed at the upset Poe, “We don’t take women on this ship. Why don’t you look somewhere else, perhaps in a brothel. She seemed like she’d be good in one with the way she looked in her undergarments.”

Poe’s jaw clenched as he watched her face soften as she looked away from him. 

It crossed the Captain’s mind that perhaps she has snuck onto the ship. But he didn’t really think she’d be stupid enough to. She lived a comfortable life, why would she trade that for being on a ship with only men. 

“Wakatoshi, how long till we get to where we’re going?” The man with the red hair spoke. 

“Two months.” Wakatoshi said low, but then looked at the crew. It still bugging his mind, ‘Had she snuck on? How could she, surely the rest of them would have noticed her, right?’ His voice now booming, “All of you, on the main deck now.”

In his head he counted all of them, getting the fourteen, then fifteen. “It seems that a crow has found its way onto our ship.” His voice still boomed as he made his way from the quarterdeck down to the main deck. 

His second mate smiling maliciously as he leaned against the stairs, “And how do you know that my captain.” 

“Well for about a year now we’ve had the same number of men on our crew. Fourteen men, including myself, so that means we have a false man.” Ushijima’s eyes find her quickly, hidden behind two of the newer crewmates. “But in this case, our crow happens to be a little sparrow.” Ushijima pushes past the new crewmates to her. 

Y/n’s eyes widen as Ushijima pulled her to the middle of the deck. He removes her hat, once he starts to unbutton her shirt was when she couldn’t stay quiet anymore. He figured her out, so no point in hiding. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” She yanked herself from his grasp, “You already snuck a peak yesterday do you have to look again? Is that how you bloody pirates work?”

Ushijima scoffed, “I saved your life, I wasn’t looking. Not much to look at anyway.” 

“You ba-” She was cut off but someone clearing their throat. Both of them looked over to the sound, Ushijima’s second mate spoke, “So we gonna take her back or throw her off the ship?”

“Throw me off? Are you mad?” She looked over the Captain as if the idea was outlandish. 

“It’s too much work to take her back, we might as well just throw her off.” Ushijima picked her up over his shoulder and began to carry her over to the edge. 

“Please don’t do this. It’s a far swim, I could drown again, or-” She tried to think of more reasons. “Or I could be eaten by sharks. You’d have blood on your hands.” 

“We already do, so it won’t matter to us.” Once he got to the edge of the ship he removed her from his shoulder, setting her down on the railing. 

“Oh come on you bloody pirate. I can’t go back, and all my efforts to leave that god damn place to get onto your ship would be for nothing. Just let me stay till your next stop. And-and after that, you won’t have to see me anymore. I promise.” 

He said nothing as he watched her beg, he put his hand on her chest and pushed. Just as she was falling back she grabbed his arm, “Please, I’ll do anything.” She was surprised that he didn’t push her off of him. Taking the opportunity she pulled herself back, “Really, I’ll do anything.” Y/n’s hand drifted down his chest, hesitating a bit she let her hand go down his trousers. Feeling his skin as she got to his cock, she looked up at him as she ran her thumb across the tip. 

“Aw come on Wakatoshi,” A man with ash blonde hair said while leaning against the railing, “when are you ever gonna see a noble lady whore herself out. If you don’t fuck her I will.” 

“Oh come on Semi, you know the Captain is too strict on his code.” Ohira laughed as he watched his Captain glare at them. 

“Two months and you’re gone, hope you can handle it.” Ushijima removes her hand and brings her down from the railing. “Go stand over there.” He points to the middle of the deck, listening to what he says Y/n follows instructions. 

“Take off your clothes.” Nodding her head she begins to take off her shirt, ‘What the fuck am I doing. Am I actually gonna do this? Oh god, I’m I gonna get fucked by all fourteen men...what the fuck was I thinking.’ Her thoughts were rambling on when she noticed Ushijima remove his shirt. 

“You really gonna break your code?” Ushijima’s second mate, Tendou smirked, “So unlike you, but I hope you’re gonna let us all fuck her. She is only here for two months.” 

“No one except me is gonna fuck her.” Not taking his eyes off of her as she removed the bind. He watched as her breast well perfectly fell back into place. 

“Wait a second that’s not fair.” Shirabu glared at his Captain before the Captain said anything Semi did, “Don’t worry Shirabu, he said fuck, we could still get our dick sucked.” 

“You won’t be doing anything but watching.” Pushing himself off the railing Ushijima made his way towards her, “On your knees.” 

Slowly going down to her knees she looked up to him, confused as to what she had to do, “You gonna suck my cock, or do I just throw you off the ship?” 

Y/n shook her head, “No, I’ll do it.” She untied his trousers touching his cock again she felt it harder than how she felt it before. He was even bigger than she’d imagine. Y/n cleared her throat as she began to lean closer, using her tongue she gave the tip a couple of licks before she got bolder. She dragged her tongue from the bottom of his cock slowly. At a distance, it was hard to notice but she felt him twitch at the motion it made her smirk before taking him fully in her mouth.

Getting tired of her slow head movement, Ushijima grabbed her hair in one hand, while the other places guided her. Forcing her to move fast made him moan, “Fuck” He whispered. Gagging made him stop, he pulled her head back to give her some air. 

Coughing slightly she looked around, eyes widened when she saw some of the crew. Some of their hard cock out as they fucked their own hands. 

Feeling a shift she felt Wakatoshi come closer to her, “This is why we don’t have slut on our ship.” Lifting her chin he began to kiss down her neck, in between each kiss he spoke, “They can never keep it in their pants. Always wanting to fuck something, but you like that idea don’t you. I’m sure if you had it your way you’d want all of them to fuck you, to stretch this little pussy of yours.” While his lips found their way to her breast taking small bites, his hand slowly dragged down her stomach. 

Feeling his callous fingers rub her clit slowly, “Who knew that a noble lady would get wet at the idea of getting fucked in front of pirates.”

A breathless moan made its way out of her mouth, “I-I’m not.”

“Oh yeah?” Ushijima smirked at her, he raised his hand, “Why don’t you see for yourself.” Seeing her juices run down his fingers made her face heat up. She looked away only for him to turn her face back, “Open your mouth.” She slowly opened her mouth, feeling the heat from her face drift through her body. 

Putting his fingers in her mouth, “Now suck.” He felt her tongue drag across his fingers, “Good girl.” 

Pulling his fingers out he turned her around, he smirked when he saw all the crew he smirked. “Have fun fucking your hands for 2 months.”

Ushijima pressed Y/n’s back to his chest, not giving her any warning he slipped his cock into her dripping pussy. A light scream came from her as he thrust her hips against her, his hand gripping her waist while the other lightly wrapped around her throat. 

“Y-you’re too big.” She moaned feeling his hand tightened. His thrusters became faster, his cock hitting against her walls. She could feel herself getting closer the more he hit against the right spot. 

“My gods she’s so hot. Look at the faces she’s making.” The ash-blonde continues to pump his fist to the sound of their skin slapping. 

Ushijima could feel her getting closer by the way her walls clamped around him, not only that but he could feel her whole body shaking. He brought one hand down to her clit, rubbing it nicely and at the same pace as he was going. 

Another moan and her head rested against his shoulder, “T-toshi.” Looking down at her he saw her eye lustful watery eyes. Her hand found its way to his head pulling him closer, not resisting he found his lips against her. 

Distracted his pace got slower but his thrust got harder, he felt her move slightly away as she moans against his lips. Normally he’d close his eyes to focus on cumming, but he couldn’t. Not when she made such lewd and pretty faces. 

She winces feeling him pull out, before she could say anything she was turned around once more and lifted up. She held onto his shoulders as he held her up from her thighs. This time with how wet her pussy was he slipped right in, embarrassed by the noises she tried to hide her face in his chest. 

“Oh gods, Toshi. Right there.”Wakatoshi kept his hard pace until he grunted to feeling her sweet cunt squeeze him, hearing him grunt was a small warning for her. She felt his load overflow inside her, she slowly began to fall in love with the feeling of his cum spilling out of her. 

Wakatoshi looked down at her head feeling her chest move against his. He averted his eyes to the crew that he completely forgot was there, clearing his throat he wrapped Y/n’s legs around his waist. “Alright, shows over. Put your dicks away and get working.” 

He heard the rest of them groan while he leaned in to whisper in Y/n’s ear while he took her to his quarters, “And you. Better get used to all this fucking.” 

 Her face heated up from the thought of being fucked by him again..it was gonna be a long good two months.

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So Well

this is my contribution to march magic, the server collab for @buttershouse

please note: i originally chose for my work to take place during sengoku period japan, but overall there is little significant or identifying factors to support this, so generally it's more of an old world au.

pairing: shinsuke kita x fem reader

warnings: arranged marriage (but kita and reader are in love bc i'm a sap), unprotected vaginal sex, gushing, era-appropriate mentions of the gods/ a higher power, passing mention of era-appropriate expectations regarding sex, flirty and playful kita

word count: 3.2k

**this work is intended for 18+ audiences only. minors do not interact. do not repost this work.**

Kita is a very gentle, loving husband. His hands, calloused from work, always touch you tenderly. Fingertips graze your cheeks as he gazes at you, eyes full of fondness. Soft, sturdy palms smooth over your hair as you lay your head on his chest. Heavy, meaningful nudges as he slides his arms around your waist and smooths his hands up over your breasts. Strong and capable arms tug you into his side while you lay in your bed, being surrounded by his warmth and comfort.

He does little things for you, too. Kita loves preparing your tea for you in the afternoon. It’s never anything special, simple Jasmine tea with a dollop of honey, but he takes great pride in making it for and presenting it to you. He easily reaches tall things and can move things that your arms cannot securely move. More often than you’d initially ever expected, Kita flirts with you- little winks, sometimes he pokes your ticklish sides, tugs affectionately on your hair, kisses the top of your head, bumps your noses together gently.

Kita, who is still so stuck in his ways and his routine, so carefully and lovingly fit you into it so seamlessly it was as if you’d been there all along. He took time for you, to acclimate you into what life on the farm was like; and it was here, amongst all the patience and kind, reassuring smiles, that you truly fell in love with him.

Each morning and each evening, he goes through the garden with you, picking what’s ripe, plucking weeds as needed, and watering. It’s quiet, as things normally are when there’s work to be done, but it’s never awkward. It’s more comfortable than you could have ever imagined. Love doesn’t need constant chatter, and for the two of you, silence works just as well.

Kita is a supportive, loving husband. You couldn’t have chosen a better one if you’d been given the chance.

And if you had been given the chance, if you got to keep what you knew about Kita, you’d pick him every time.

One year ago, when all this started, when you met your future husband for the first time, you were indifferent about the arrangement, and so was he. Being married wasn’t about love or desire, not in the world you two lived in; instead, being married solely revolved around connections, prestige, and social standing. The only silver lining you’d allowed yourself to hope for was that your future husband would be handsome.

And he was. When you first saw him, you were taken aback by his features. You adored and continue to enjoy the direct, honest way he looked at you, how he carried himself with such pride and reliability. The first time you held his hand, feeling it so warm and rough, but gentle all the same, it felt like you’d simply float away, up into the clouds. It was nice. It comforted you, and comfort in love was a luxury you hoped for, but one you never thought you could afford.

One year… it seems both like a lifetime and a second. But now you couldn’t imagine yourself being anywhere else, or being with anyone else. The choice to marry Kita was never yours, but it was one you would make again and again if you could.

Kita, a man of honest words and sometimes hurtful truths, would pick you over and over, too. It was like the gods had been watching you both your whole lives and wove your fates together as a blessing to you both.

Presently, the night is dark and quiet. Millions of stars shine overhead, and a light breeze rustles the broad, green leaves of the trees surrounding your home. Fireflies flicker in the fields and insects chirp. In the distance, an owl hoots. Your barn is closed up for the evening, and from within comes the soft, distant sounds of your resting livestock. All is calm and quiet.

Soft sheets whisper against your bed as Kita pulls them back and slides in next to you. You know he’s in a mood, a playful one, when he gently tugs your book from your hands, careful to slide the bookmark back inside so you don’t lose your page. Even when he’s being frisky, he’s thoughtful, and this fact is just as exciting to you as the way he starts kissing your cheek and rubbing your sides.

“Hope I’m not interrupting,” he mumbles, sliding his lips over to yours. You smile against his lips, sliding your hands through his soft hair and tugging, just a little, at the nape of his neck.

“Only a little bit,” you tell him, giving his hair another tug as he groans at the first one. You nudge your noses together before continuing, “but something tells me you aren’t bothered that you interrupted. Not really, at least.”

He hums thoughtfully, as if considering what you’ve said, though you both know fully well that not only did he know he was interrupting, he’d planned on it and fully intended to do so.

“How lucky I am to have such a smart wife who knows me so well,” he says, sliding his hands over your hair.

“Shinsuke, you flatter me,” you chide, heat blossoming through your body as your heart flutters.

“It’s only a portion of what you deserve, dear.”

“Is that so?” you ask, voice quivering the tiniest bit around the edges. Anticipation sets in.

“Mmmm, it is,” he hums, kissing along your face once again before kissing down to the side of your throat, nosing at your pulse and using a gentle but heavy hand to tilt your head to grant him more access to the soft, delicate skin.

“Care to indulge me?” he asks against your throat, “Let me give you more?”

Your heart pounds harder in your chest and suddenly, the space between you and your husband is too vast. You need him closer, more immediate, you need to feel his skin against yours and his mouth on every part of your body.

“How could I say no when you ask so nicely?”

Your voice comes out like a whisper, it’s shaky and needy in a way you’ve only discovered with this man, with your husband, in your bed. Kita slides on top of you, your book tumbling to the floor with a thump and the noise falling on deaf ears. He quickly slides one of his thighs between yours and captures your mouth in a loving, needy kiss.

His lips are soft, but slightly chapped, a side effect from working long hours in the sun. The way his mouth molds to yours is like a dream, something that brings butterflies to your belly, especially when he’s on top of you like this. It’s something you never expected to enjoy, and never expected to desire.

“You,” Kita murmurs, pulling away just enough to speak, his lips moving tantalizingly against yours, “are such a sweet little thing. My sweet little wife.”

Your cheeks burn as shyness washes over you like a tidal wave. By some stroke of luck, Kita doesn’t dwell on this or the adorable way you get so shy when he speaks so sweetly to you. Instead, he presses his lips against yours once more, kissing you with more urgency than he had been.

His hands, both gentle and rough, slide up underneath your night shirt, caressing your sides. You arch your back slightly, sharply inhaling as his hands softly grope the swell of your breasts, thumbs circling the peaking nipples.

He smiles so wide when you whimper that it breaks the kiss.

“You sound so lovely,” he whispers to you, nudging your noses together. The tenderness in the moment and his action makes you shiver, the trill in your spine increasing as Kita slides a hand out from under the fabric of your shirt and tilts your chin up to meet his gaze.

It’s private and intimate, the way he’s looking at you. His cheeks are a little pink, partially from the sun, partially from the close proximity to you. Your husband’s eyes are dark with excitement and anticipation, though he still looks at you with such warmth and devotion that it’s easy to forget, as you so often do, that you hadn’t picked this man for yourself. But you would, again and again. And he’d pick you.

“I wish you could see yourself as I see you,” he murmurs, more for his own benefit than for yours, as he strokes your face tenderly with his fingertips. Finally, you find your voice.

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” you say, a nervous smile pulling at your lips. “You deserve to see...how… good and wonderful I think you are.”

He smiles again. Your heart stops.

Kita, your loving, gentle husband, always makes love to you. He doesn’t fuck you, he doesn’t have sex with you. He makes love to you, and that distinction is hugely important, though it’s not something either of you really address or talk about. You were his first. He was yours, as was expected, and as was appropriate and respectable.

He touches you with the utmost adoration, each moment your skin is touching is saturated in love and devotion. Kita is careful to make every thrust, every kiss, every touch meaningful, and he never fails. He excels when it comes to making you feel good, when it comes to making you feel like you matter, that you’re the center of his world, even though you’d only wandered into it barely a year ago under circumstances beyond either of your controls.

Kita loves you, he’s gentle with you, but that doesn’t mean he loves you any less hard; if anything, it only makes his love for you more potent, and when he shows you, it’s something so beautiful and pure that you can’t question it, not even if you wanted to. Kita loves you. You know this. You love Kita, and he knows.

Tonight is no different.

As your night shirts come off with the whisper of soft cotton on skin, and as Kita presses his torso against yours, warmth encompasses you. Warmth from proximity, from his sun-kissed skin, from your own love and adoration, and from the butterflies filling your gut. This is neither the first nor the last time your husband makes love to you, but it’s thrilling, as always. Exciting. New. Exhilarating.

Kita smells clean, like soap. He takes great care to wash each day when he returns from the fields; the soft, mild scent fills your nostrils as Kita starts working his lips down your neck once more, hands expertly smoothing over every inch of skin he can reach.

You slide your hands down his sides, one diving between his legs and palming his stiffening cock, a movement that has Kita nipping slightly more sharply on your neck than he had been, and it’s this slight twinge of pain that makes you mewl in delight. It almost feels like Kita’s blushing cheeks will burn your skin, and you love it. You love making him feel this way, making him so bashful… you liked knowing that you had his heart in a special way that no one else would have, and that no one else could know.

Soon, Kita’s breath is labored and his cock is throbbing. His right hand has slid between your legs as well. Deliciously rough fingers slide over your slick, sensitive folds, causing whines and gasps to fall off your lips before you can even register them.

Then, his thumb grazes over your swollen clit, the tiny nub sending a ripple of pleasure through your body that’s so strong it makes you shutter. It isn’t delicate or dainty; your shoulders heave and shake and you gasp, guttural grunt leaving your lips as you do. Something in Kita changes, then, because he’d never heard that sound from you before. He’d never seen you move like that, react to him in such an instinctive and almost animalistic way. He wanted more of it. He needed to make you do it again.

Another swipe. A similar reaction. Another, a similar. Repeat.

Soon, tears sting the corners of your eyes, your hand around Shinsuke’s cock has stilled, hasn’t moved since the first time he touched your clit like that. Wetness spreads through your folds at an obscene rate, making you feel embarrassed but aroused in equal measure. Kita’s eyes meet yours, the darkness of them taking your breath away before his lips crash into yours.

It’s a breathless few moments with mouths and tongues clashing and lips being sharply nipped with clumsy teeth. Your heart hammers against your chest and you swear you can feel the outline of each rib as it does- you swear you can hear each blood cell as it rushes through your ears, you swear the room is spinning as desire overwhelms you, threatens to pull you under and never let you go, threatens to drown you-

“I love you,” says Shinsuke, his soft but ragged-with-desire voice breaking through your thoughts. You blink. The tip of his nose barely touches yours as he gazes down at you with lidded eyes.

Something about his gaze is so intimate that it makes you feel more exposed than you already are in your naked state. You swear that, in that moment, he really sees you, sees everything you ever thought and everything you are, and everything you hope to be. Everything. All of it. Kita sees it and still loves you and that’s terrifying.

But you know that the secrets he sees will be safe. You know he loves you.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, as if you’re in a sacred temple, “I love you more than anything.”

He smiles again, and you’re breathless. And he’s kissing you again.

And then he’s sliding into your core, going slowly and steadily like he always does. It’s natural for him, it’s second nature at this point. Rushing you or hurting you just so he can get some relief doesn’t interest him. If you’re pleased, then so is he. If you feel good, he does, too.

Your cunt is warm and inviting. Kita is amazed with it, as usual, brow furrowing and bottom lip catching between his teeth as he sheaths himself in the wet heat. You’re suddenly so full of him that you swear you can feel the tip of his cock pressing against the back of your throat. It’s still something you’re getting used to, but you trust Kita, and this does feel good, and before your thoughts can travel any further, he’s swiping his thumb over your clit again.

The pleasure that spasms through you is a different kind. Being so full, being so close, it made you feel everything more strongly, and the whine that left your lips was more high-pitched than any you’d let out previously. Your brows pinch together in pleasure as goosebumps cover your arms.

“You like that, hm?” Kita wonders aloud, voice so rugged with pleasure and so playful that it makes you want to scream and start fucking yourself down on his cock as quickly as possible.

He must be able to read your mind. That’s the only way Kita possibly knows what you’re thinking about, what you’re aching for.

And he starts thrusting slowly, his strong hips moving in a slow, strong, reliable rhythm, one that’s steady but quickly has your eyes rolling shut. Shinsuke’s cock, thick and veiny, drags along your velvet walls, nudging against sweet little nooks that make you whimper in pleasure, pressing against little bundles of nerves that make your toes curl.

You wrap your arms around Kita’s neck, wrapping your legs around his waist, in turn pushing him deeper into your cunt, making you both gasp with pleasure. After a moment to readjust, Kita starts rocking is cock back into you again and finds that steady pace once more. He leans in and presses his lips against yours, leading you into a series of messy, loving kisses that only make your head spin even further. You swear your heart may explode with the love you have for this man and for the way he treats you and how he loves you so perfectly, just the way you need.

You pull away after a moment, pressing your face into his shoulder, once again smelling his soap, but now being confronted with his musky, comforting scent that is solely your husband’s.

It isn’t long before you’re grabbing at him desperately, pressing closer as his hips jerk into you at less controlled speeds, signalling to you easily that Kita is losing his grip on any control he has and is quickly giving in to the delicious and carnal offerings of your core.

Kita groans as you rake your hands through his hair, tugging it and making it stand out at all odd angles, disheveling his normally put-together appearance. His eyes are bleary now, dark as you feel his stomach start to twitch and clench against your own, a sure-fire indication that your husband is going to cum, and soon.

Your cunt clenches around Kita as your own orgasm approaches, and instead of the mind-numbing and goosebump-causing pleasure the swipes to your clit brought at the beginning, each time Kita’s thumb presses against your hard, sensitive, aching little nub, shockwaves of pleasure, almost to the point of pain, shoot through your entire body.

Soon, it’s all too much, and you can’t hold yourself together any longer, not when he’s making love to you so perfectly. You clench almost violently before you feel your orgasm burst forth, gushing around Kita’s cock like the water which escapes a broken dam.

And Shinsuke can’t hold on, not when you’re milking him like that, not when you’ve gushed around him so nicely. He cums, hips pressing forward wildly for a few seconds and then stilling as he moans your name, pressing his forehead into the side of your face.

For several minutes, it’s quiet. From outside, the owl hoots once more in the distance. The breeze rustles the leaves and the insects continue singing their nighttime ballads. Your heart, as well as Kita’s, slows from its breakneck pace, returning to normal, and the glowing, warm pleasure that encompasses your bodies ebbs away at its own pace.

You’re almost afraid to let go, clutching your husband so tightly for comfort, like he’s your lifeline, that letting go seems like a huge step you can’t take. Kita sighs, a smile tugging at his lips, and grabs your hips to pull you more snugly to him.

“I suppose I should have bathed after I came to bed,” he murmurs against your skin, and you huff out a giggle.

Bathing is the furthest thing on your mind- all you can think about is being tethered, held to the earth by your husband’s strong arms. You couldn’t imagine life elsewhere, or with another. Luckily, you’ll never have to- you and Shinsuke will live out your days on the farm, surrounded by your rice, your livestock, and a spouse who loves you so well.

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Turnabout is Fair Play

Hey everyone! I'm back with another NSFW Server Collab created by Haikyuu Headquarters, the prompt this time was "sex in public/exhibitionism"

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Warnings: 18+ minors dni! smut and fluff NSFW, grinding, exhibitionism, praise, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, begging, vaginal sex, edging, overstimulation, switch!Osamu and switch!reader handjob, creampie

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“Yer droolin’ sweetheart,” Osamu informed you dryly as he walked past the table where you were sitting. Despite the tone he’d said it in you could see the slight smirk that was tugging at his lips, and quietly pouted to yourself about how unfair it all was.

Of course you were drooling over him, and who could blame you? Apparently, it had been Atsumu’s turn to do the laundry last time, and in true Atsumu fashion he’d managed to accidentally dry everything on hot. It meant that a lot of clothes, including several of your boyfriend’s uniform shirts had shrunk, and you still weren’t sure if you wanted to thank the blond setter or curse him into oblivion for it.

Osamu’s shirts had fit well before, but now the tight black t-shirt practically clung to him, showing off every inch of gorgeous muscle, and making it very hard to keep your hands or your eyes to yourself. You weren’t the only one who’d noticed either, several women and teenage girls, and even a couple men had clearly been distracted by the sight of your handsome boyfriend and his sinfully tight shirt.

A part of you wanted to be jealous about it, but the bigger part of you couldn’t blame them one little bit. Osamu in that shirt was one of the most attractive things you’d ever seen. Of course, it helped that he politely brushed any attempts at flirting aside, only bothering to stop and tease you about it.

Deciding to see if you could cool off your heated thoughts, you stood and made your way into the back, casually waving at the employees, all of whom immediately recognized you as the boss’ girlfriend. A quick trip to the restroom to splash cold water on your face and a pep talk about how you weren’t going to give your tease of a boyfriend the satisfaction of flustering you and you felt refreshed and ready to brave the restaurant again.

Unfortunately, that all went down the drain as you walked out and caught a good view of him from the back. He was prepping more onigiri, his arms moving in the familiar motion that sent his back muscles rippling, his t-shirt showing off every single movement.

A tiny helpless whimper left your lips as a surge of heat and want nearly brought you to your knees. It really wasn’t fair and you were going to strangle Atsumu the next time you saw him. To add insult to injury, Osamu had apparently heard you, and turned to look at you over his shoulder. He took one look at your face and started snickering, shooting you a sly wink before turning back around to focus his attention on the customers.

It was the last straw. You wanted your boyfriend so badly it ached, your whole body flushed with heat and arousal, and the jerk was laughing at you. It was time to teach him a lesson and get a little bit of payback from him for making fun of you.

“Do you want some help?” you asked, sidling up next to him, already reaching for the ingredients. It wasn’t too unusual an offer, you’d helped out plenty of times before when it got busy, and the day was certainly headed in that direction.

“Sure, sweets,” he agreed with a fond grin, the same one he always gave you when you helped out in the restaurant, letting you take over you part in the assembly line.

You started out small, a hand shifted into his, a playful hip bump here or there as the two of you bantered back and forth. However, as you moved away from food prep and into other tasks as Osamu manned the register you decided to up your game. As you swept behind the register you brushed up against his gorgeous rear, just enough that it could seem like an accident at first, and braced your hand against his strong back as you leaned down to grab something below the counters.

It got you a couple sideways looks, but nothing too accusatory, sticking to simple little things until the dinner rush passed so you wouldn’t distract him too much from the customers, a little eye contact here, a little flick of your tongue there. You weren’t cruel after all and would never interfere in a way that would be detrimental to the restaurant. Enough to make him think of you and distract him for a second or two, but nothing more.

However, once the rush faded into the quiet hour where most of the employees were sent home for the day, and the customers were few and far between, you really upped your game. Small affectionate gestures just to the side of being inappropriate in public if anyone caught you, but not completely scandalous if anyone caught you at them.

Every time you found yourself standing next to him you had your hand on his back, rubbing up and down and sometimes sliding just a little too low to get a nice handful and squeeze. You also pressed up close, ensuring your breasts were right up against his arm, and whenever he looked at you, you let your eyes rove over him and licked your lips.

Your boyfriend had clearly caught on to your game at this point, and had started out amused, but as the hour wore on, amusement gave way to the beginnings of frustrated arousal. Smirks turning into heated looks that promised trouble once the two of you were no longer in public. Not that it stopped you in the least as, in a particularly bold move, you casually brushed your hand over the front of his apron, pretending to smooth out a wrinkle, but instead taking the chance to grope his half hard length.

Osamu, who’d been washing the dishes, his movements far more violent than usual, had let out a hiss of shock and arousal, nearly dropping the plate in his hands as he automatically ground his hips into your palm. However, by the time he’d whipped around, ready to either scold you or give you an entirely different kind of tongue lashing you were already several feet away casually chatting with one of his employees.

However you saw the look he gave you out of the corner of your eye, and couldn’t help the satisfied smile that tugged at your lips. Revenge truly was sweet, even if it meant you paid for it later.

With your boyfriend now on guard, it was much harder to sneak your little touches in, especially when he’d apparently decided that turnabout was fair play, and had taken to wiping at his face with his shirt, stretching and showing off the cut of his abdomen and giving you wicked, teasing smirks behind the backs of his employees.

By the time you’d finally finished cleaning up for the evening you were more than a bit antsy to finally get home and have your boyfriend press you to the closest hard surface and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight. Your panties were practically soaked through and it was all you could do not to squirm and rub your thighs together whenever Osamu looked your way.

He didn’t seem to be much better, if the way he’d decided to keep his apron on and was carefully keeping his hands in his pockets as you walked was any indication. Unfortunately, the two of you had to take a train home, which meant another good twenty minutes before you could get what you wanted.

You’d seriously contemplated whether you could get away with dragging him into an alley or something on the way, so you wouldn’t have to wait. Unfortunately two of the employees were headed to the same train station and you had no excuse as to why you shouldn’t all go together.

It made for a very frustrating walk, especially since all you could do was hold your boyfriend’s hand and pray for time to pass quickly. Though you could admit their presence did at least distract you a little bit, enough so that by the time your train arrived and you went your separate ways you didn’t feel like you were about to spontaneously combust any more.

Unfortunately that didn’t last long. As per usual at this time on a Friday night the train was incredibly packed, so much so you might’ve ended up squished it not for your boyfriend’s strong presence and intimidating height and bulk that kept anyone from knocking you over. However it did mean the two of you ended up right near the doors, trapped between the body of your boyfriend and the high seat back with your back pressed to his front, you could feel how hard he still very much was, his length pressed teasingly to your back.

One of his strong arms was wrapped around your waist and the other was holding on to the bar overhead so you wouldn’t have to. Every small movement of the train sent you rubbing up against him despite your best efforts, and before long your hips were moving on their own, grinding back on him desperately.

“Naughty,” Osamu hissed in your ear, scolding you in a low enough tone that no one else would be able to overhear, “Ya wantin’ my cock that bad sweetness, that yer grindin’ back on me like slut in a train compartment full of people?”

A quick glance to the sides showed that no one was looking at you and only one or two would actually be able to see you should they choose to look, as you were hidden by the bulk of your boyfriend. You hadn’t actually planned to seduce your boyfriend on the train, fully intending to wait until you got home, but his words had sent a rush of heat through you. The sound of his voice, accent heightened the way it always was when he got aroused never failed to get you hot and bothered.

It made you feel reckless enough to throw all caution to the wind, and instead of answering him you tilted your head up and back so you could place a series of hot kisses along his neck and jaw, kissing and suckling at the strong column of his throat as you ground yourself back into him.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed quietly, his hips moving automatically with yours to grind into your ass, the feel of his erection clearly fully hard and ready for you making you moan quietly into his ear.

“Samu,” you crooned into his ear, a seductive lilt to your tone that you knew would drive him crazy, “Samu, I want you so bad. I’m so wet for you.”

“Yer really pushin’ it sweetheart,” he warned you, voice low and thick with desire, “Sayin’ those kinds of things to me out in the open where anyone could hear or see ya. I’m startin’ to think after all that trouble ya were causin’ at the shop earlier, that what ya want is fer me to shove ya down and fuck that tight, needy little cunt a yers in front o’ anyone who cares ta watch.”

The idea of it was something your mind had toyed with before, having Osamu fuck you for an audience. Something about it made you feel absolutely weak-kneed with desire. You were so wet you were sure your panties were absolutely soaked through with it.

“Fuck me, Samu,” you whimpered into his ear, “Fuck me, fill me up with your cock. I want it!”

Your boyfriend let out a low curse before the arm that was around your waist shifted. The hand that had been holding you fumbling with the button and zipper of your jeans. You watched with shocked eyes for a second, for all your teasing you’d never thought he’d actually go through with it, especially not on a public train. You’d imagined it more like a form of foreplay, but watching his large hand reaching for your zipper, despite the fact that at least three people could look over at any time and see him sent a rush of heat through you, your whole body tingling with arousal sensitive and aching for his touch.

Your hands immediately lowered to help him, popping open the button, and sliding the zipper down, shifting your hips just enough to let you loosen your jeans so he could slip his hands down the front of your panties. You let out a choked gasp as his clever fingers teased apart your slick folds.

“So fuckin’ wet fer me sweetheart,” Osamu groaned into your ear, “Ya really want it bad don’t ya? Want ta show all these people just how well ya take my fat cock.”

You immediately stuffed your knuckle in your mouth to muffle the moans coming from your lips, your hips twisting to meet him as his fingers danced over your sensitive clit. He was tracing teasing circles around it with his middle finger, the two on either side spreading you open to give you better access.

“Does that feel good, sweets?” he asked, his voice rough with desire as he ground his hips into your backside letting you feel the entirety of his stiff cock against your ass, “Ya like that? Like when I play with that pretty pussy o yers?”

A quick rough swipe of his finger over your clit nearly made your knees give out. One of your hands dug into his strong forearm and the other reached up blindly to clutch at the rail overhead just to give you something to hand on to lest you collapse. Osamu clearly sensed how needy he was making you as he chuckled in your ear, sounding thoroughly amused.

“Getting’ weak at the knees already sweetheart? And after all that teasin’ you did earlier too,” he teased lightly.

You were going to answer him, but he took the opportunity to slide his fingers between your wet folds, slipping a single finger inside of you and grinding his palm against your clit, as he slowly began to pump his finger in and out. You muffled your gasp into his neck, your hips automatically moving to follow the motions of his finger.

“Such a needy slut, gettin’ off on getting’ fingered on a train of all things,” Osamu purred into your ear, clearly enjoying every moment, “Someone could look at any moment and see my hand down yer panties, and then everyone would know what a slut ya are fer me.”

His words made you clench in desire, your walls clamping down on his finger, something he clearly felt if his breathless chuckle was any indication. Hazily you thought you might not mind if someone saw you, that you might even enjoy it if they did, though the thrill of getting away with something like this under the noses of everyone in the compartment added a layer of arousal that was undeniable. Still you weren’t about to let your boyfriend have things entirely his way.

“I think you’d like it too Samu,” you managed to tease, breathless with desire, “Like the idea of someone watching as you stuffed me full of your fat cock, seeing how well you fuck me. Or maybe you’d prefer it if they saw how much you like it when I’ve got my hands or mouth on you, have everyone know about those sweet little noises you make just for me? After all, you seemed to enjoy my attention earlier.”

Your boyfriend froze for a breathless moment, a low groan reaching your ears that told you he might actually like the idea of that quite a bit, especially given the way his hips were shifting against your ass, clearly seeking the friction almost as much as you were.

“Ya know yer awfully cheeky fer someone who’s got my fingers in their cunt,” Osamu told you, low, rough and breathless, “But I appreciate the reminder. I really do owe ya fer that stunt ya pulled when I was washin’ dishes. Let’s see how ya like this then sweets.”

One finger became two, stretching you open deliciously as he crooked his fingers in the perfect way to make you weak at the knees. You thought that was all he was going to do, but then he released the rail he’d been using to hold himself in place, instead reaching around to slip his hand under your shirt.

You let out a shocked and aroused gasp as he slid it upwards, taking your shirt with it until he reached your breast, then shifted your bra cup up and over, leaving you exposed to the air. Your whole body clenched in desire as his warm hand replaced it, kneading your breast and teasing his fingers over the sensitive pebbled nipple.

“S-Samu!” you gasped, shocked and utterly, helplessly, aroused, your pussy practically gushing wetness around his pumping fingers.

“I knew ya’d like that sweetheart, look at that pretty face yer makin’ fer me, good thing I’m blockin’ the view of the window or anyone could see yer reflection in it and see how much yer enjoyin’ how I’m fondlin’ ya,” your boyfriend teased.

A quick glance assured you that he was telling the truth, you could see yourself pretty well in the reflection of the window, your face flushed, mouth open as you panted and gasped, small hairs sticking to the dewing sweat. Seeing yourself like that, with Osamu’s face watching over your shoulder, his grey eyes intent and heated with want as he thrust against your backside, holding you tight to his body, was enough to make you dizzy with desire.

“Samu, c-close,” you whined helplessly in his grasp, hips grinding into his hand as he thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your sopping pussy, his other relentlessly pinching and teasing your sensitive nipple.

“Better come quick fer me then darlin’.” Osamu warned low and amused, “We’re almost at our stop, an if ya don’t come before then these doors are gonna open up wide and everyone on the platform is gonna see yer pretty tits on display and me with my fingers in yer pussy.”

It was too much for you, the thought enough to send you hurtling over the edge, a desperate moan escaping your lips as you came around his fingers, your body arching into his firm hold as you shoved your face in his neck to muffle your noises. He drew it out for as long as it could, continuing to pump into you mercilessly until you were practically trembling from overstimulation.

Your whole body was trembling and you were incredibly grateful he was standing firmly behind you, otherwise you weren’t sure you could’ve remained on your feet. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out from inside you, feeling both satisfied and yet achingly empty, wanting nothing more than to have his cock come fill the empty space his fingers had left.

It took you a minute to gather yourself, and might’ve taken longer except the voice in the overhead speaker announced you would be arriving shortly and jolted you out of your post orgasm haze.

You quickly put your clothes to rights, tugging your shirt and bra back down and hastily doing up your jeans. It was just in time too, as the train slid into the station and the doors slid open. You were sure you looked incredibly frazzled as you exited the train, though hopefully anyone who saw would put that down to riding a crowded train rather than the illicit activities you’d been partaking in.

A quick glance at your boyfriend showed that he looked incredibly smug as he strolled along casually behind you. When you made eye contact with him he smirked, and brought his fingers up to his mouth, fingers that were still wet with your juices and blatantly licked them clean.

You gaped, shocked at the sheer audacity of the move in a crowded train station, throwing a quick glance around and thanking your lucky stars that no one seemed to have noticed. Hastily you grabbed hold of his hand and practically dragged him from the station.

Osamu let you pull him along, an amused chuckle leaving his lips as he asked, “What’s the matter sweetheart? What’s got ya in such a hurry?”

“You know exactly what the matter is,” you told him with a pout as you exited the train station, scolding, “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Can’t believe I fingered ya on the train? And made ya come? Quite hard too I think,” he told you, eyes glinting with amusement, “It’s what ya deserved fer all yer teasin’.”

You flushed a bit, still a little high on the memory, though that wasn’t what you meant and he knew it. Still it was enough to stoke the side of you that liked to play with fire. Turnabout was fair play, and Osamu definitely deserved to have it turned around on him again, after all he was the one who’d started all this in the first place, with that sexy tight shirt of his.

Luckily you weren’t far from home now, and you knew things were in your favor. Despite everything that had happened you knew Osamu hadn’t come on the train, so while you were feeling mostly satisfied for the moment, he definitely wouldn’t be.

Osamu let you drag him home, chuckling to himself all the while, clearly delighted to have flustered you so badly. However, the minute you were in the door you took advantage of his preoccupation to push him just enough to make him lose his balance and fall forward with his hands braced against the door.

He sucked in a sharp breath, clearly surprised, but you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as you wrapped your arms around his torso, essentially hugging him from behind. He was obviously incredibly amused at your audacity as he asked, “Somethin’ yer needin’ sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer, instead running your hands over the strong huge chest you’d been admiring all day in that far too tight shirt. His muscles were firm and perfect under your hands, his chest easily filling your palms, well enough you couldn’t help but squeeze. Your fingers finding his pebbled nipples through the fabric and pinching gently earning a hiss of pleasure from your boyfriend.

“Fuck, I want you so bad Samu,” you told him as you trailed your hands down his torso, hands finding his strong thick thighs as they slipped underneath his apron, one of your palms slipping teasingly upward, stroking his inner thighs as he shifted his legs open a little to help you out, clearly not protesting your treatment of him, a quiet groan leaving his lips as you finally cupped his erection through his jeans.

Just as you suspected, Osamu was desperately hard and more than ready for more. He peered at you over his shoulder, grey eyes dark with desire as you braced yourself against his strong, broad back, putting more of your weight on him, so he was holding both of you up and therefore unable to move his hands from the door.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” you told him, gently squeezing him for emphasis and feeling him twitch beneath your palm.

“Yeah? What exactly have ya been thinkin’ sweetheart?” Osamu asked you, his voice losing some of the self-satisfied edge giving way to a throaty rasp.

Your hands easily undid the zipper and button, loosening up his pants enough to make them sag on his hips, but not enough to let them fall to the ground, held up only by his spread legs, and the fact that you were pressed up tightly behind him, his knees bent enough that his ass was cradled against your pelvis.

“Yer not gonna at least take the apron off?” he teased, though there was a certain breathless quality to it that let you know how much he was enjoying this. You didn’t actually dominate your boyfriend too often despite the fact that both of you liked to switch, but he always seemed to enjoy it immensely whenever you did, even if it was very clear to both of you that physically he was more than capable of ending things or turning the tables at any time.

“No, I think I like you just like this,” you told him, “Because you’re just the way I was imagining you earlier.”

“Oh?” he asked you, clearly intrigued by the idea as he watched you pull down the boxer briefs he was wearing beneath, freeing is cock, which bobbed enticingly, flushed red at the tip, fully hard and drooling. There had been a telling wet spot on them that told you his cock had spent a good deal of time weeping precum, which was only fair with how soaked your panties had been and still were.

“Just like when you were doing the dishes earlier,” you informed him teasingly, “Let’s see how well you can hide your cock underneath that apron, and maybe next time instead of groping you when you wash the dishes I’ll jerk you off instead hmm? Would you like that? My hand slipping underneath your apron and jerking you off from behind? In full view of all your employees?”

You felt his dick twitch in interest in your hands as he released a shaky breath, which you took for agreement. You began to stroke him, teasing the head with your thumb and twisting slightly on the upstroke in a way you knew never failed to make him crazy, enjoying the heavy weight of him in your hand as your other slipped lower to gently massage his heavy sack, making him let out a low tortured groan of pleasure.

“It would look just like I’m hugging you from behind,” you murmured to him, letting the fantasy play out, “No one would know unless you gave the game away that I was touching you like this. Better, not drop the dish this time though Samu.”

“F-fuck sweetheart y-you…” he trailed off gasping a little helplessly as you teased his weeping slit, gathering the moisture there and using it to help ease the passage of your hand. He’d been pretty close to the edge already, not surprising considering he’d yet to come despite all your teasing, so you weren’t surprised when he began to stiffen, his balls drawing up tight.

Pretending not to notice you pulled your hands away from him completely, ignoring his breath of shocked disappointment as you slid them up his torso underneath his shirt, cupping his pecs and massaging the strong muscle, enjoying the feel of them in your hands, gently running your thumbs teasingly over his pebbled nipples.

“I wonder how long it would take for someone to notice,” you mused idly, though you couldn’t keep all your self-satisfaction out of your voice, “You’re usually pretty quiet Samu, it might take them a while unless I do this.”

You pinched one of his nipples, earning a shocked low groan from your boyfriend who was panting for breath. His chest had always been surprisingly sensitive, which made things fun when he let you play with him like this.

“I suppose that means I’d have to stick to stroking you here,” you told him allowing your hands to slip lower, knowing enough time would have passed that you could successfully tease him to the brink again.

“Wicked tease,” Osamu accused, though he sounded incredibly aroused and not at all unhappy.

“Mm you like it,” you told him pressing your lips to the back of his neck, kissing nibbling and sucking right above the collar of his shirt, knowing it would be near impossible for him to hide the mark and relishing it. It was only fair considering how often he left marks all over you.

“Going to come for me Samu?” you murmured into his ear, as you pumped him in long teasing, slow strokes, “Going to come and make a mess all over your work apron? I should make you cover it in your release and force you to think of me stroking you like this every single time you put it on. Just like I’m going to think of your fingers inside me every time I get on a train. What do you think of that hmm?”

Your boyfriend let out a low guttural groan as he came, spilling all over the inside of his apron just as you had promised. However you’d managed to work yourself up enough that you weren’t about to let things just end there, so you continued to stroke him through it, not stopping even when he began to squirm and gasp from the overstimulation.

“Just what are ya doin’ to me sweetheart?” Osamu gasped, his hips thrusting into your hand, clearly unsure about whether he wanted to chase more friction from your hand or escape it.

“You didn’t think I’d let you stop here, did you?” you asked coyly, “Not when I’ve been dreaming of having this nice thick cock inside me all day.”

“Is that all?” Osamu managed to huff out, and before you’d really managed to process it he’d pushed away from the door, managing to get himself out of your hold and turn so he could scoop you up, making you squeal in surprise, “If all ya wanted was ta be stuffed with cock sweets then ya shoulda just said so. Ya know I’m always happy to comply.”

You huffed in amusement at that, unable to be at all upset by this turn of events, gladly letting him take control again as he carried you to your shared bedroom and set you on your feet. You were honestly a little impressed he managed it without tripping considering he hadn’t bothered to do up his pants.

You were momentarily distracted as he pulled the tight shirt up and off, admiring the play of his muscles. It was almost unfair just how attractive he was, especially when he pulled the shirt off his head and revealed his mussed dark hair.

“Are ya just goin’ to admire me all evenin’?” he teased with a smirk, as he caught you looking, “And here I was thinkin’ ya wanted me to fuck ya sweetness. Kinda hard to do that if yer still dressed.”

His words had the desired effect of prompting you into motion, quickly pulling off your own shirt and undoing your bra. You were reaching for the button and zip of your jeans when you were stopped by two large hands at your waist, gently snagging his fingers into the waist band and tugging you forward.

“C’mere sweetheart,” Osamu ordered, sliding his warm hands around your back to hold you to him and slotting his mouth against your own.

You eagerly kissed him back, enjoying the sweet slide of lips on lips and letting him coax your mouth open with his insistent tongue. You sighed in pleasure as he playfully sucked at the plump flesh of your lips, his large hands sliding down your bare back, making you shudder in pleasure, as they found your ass, fingers digging into the round curve, kneading at it.

“Taste so good,” Osamu murmured between wet, warm kisses, “Can’t wait to be inside ya, to have yer tight walls squeezin’ my cock.”

You let him walk you backwards towards the bed, not protesting in the least when his skilled fingers flicked open your jeans, your own hands too preoccupied tangled in his dark hair, and gripping his well-muscled shoulders, to bother with it yourself.

“Soaked all the way through yer panties fer me did ya?” he asked slipping his hand between your legs, which you spread eagerly for him to caress your cloth covered core, “And here I thought ya couldn’t get any wetter than when I was fingerin’ ya on the train.”

“All your fault,” you accused breathily, allowing one of your hands to slip between your bodies so you could palm his naked erection, giving it a slow teasing stroke, “Just like this is all mine.”

“Damn right it’s all yer fault,” Osamu agreed roughly, as his hips thrust into your hand. You didn’t protest at all when he hurriedly pushed down your jeans and panties, helping him wiggle you out of them, and kicking them away so he could tip you backwards on to the bed.

You landed on your back with a giggle, pushing yourself up on your elbows, and reaching an eager hand out toward him, even as your eyes raked over his muscled thighs and the proud jut of his leaking erection.

He took your invitation, grabbing hold of your thighs and tugging so your hips were at the edge of the bed, leaning over to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. Your hand tangled in his hair, your legs spreading eagerly as he teased the blunt head of his erection over your leaking core and slowly eased inside you.

The stretch of him as he filled you the slight curve of his cock rubbing against all the right places in side you made you groan in ecstasy, your fingers tugging at his hair and digging into his arm as you held him to you, your legs lifting to wrap around his hips.

“Hnng, Samu, so good,” you gasped as he bottomed out, making your feel incredibly full and utterly desperate.

“Like that?” he murmured, his own voice breathless in your ear as his mouth teased the sensitive skin of your neck, leaning down to brace himself, his elbows on either side of your head, “Like the way I’m fillin’ up that tight sweet little cunt of yers?”

“Fuck yes,” you agreed fervently as he began to thrust inside you, long, slow and deep your hips lifting off the mattress to meet him, “Fuck me Samu, fuck me!”

“Bossy,” he huffed in amusement, giving you a scolding nip even as he increased his pace, thrusting and rolling his hips in a way that made him brush up against that perfect spot inside you with every movement. You keened in response your hands digging into the strong muscles of his back as you clung to him for all you were worth.

“So good,” you whimpered, your walls fluttering and pulsing around him each movement pulling you closer to the edge, “You feel so good Samu!”

“Right back at ya sweetheart,” he assured you with a grunt, his mouth leaving your neck so he could peer down into your face.

The burning look in his eyes as he stared down at you, small gasps and panting breaths leaving his lips as his dark hair clung to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face that was twisted with pleasure was enough to make you clench around him. There wasn’t any sight in the world more arousing than him as he looked at you like you were the most desirable being on the planet, as he slacked his own arousal inside you.

“Ya gonna come fer me sweetheart?” he demanded, clearly seeing how close you were written all over your face, “Gonna cream all over my cock fer me?”

“Yes, oh yes, going to come, please Samu going to come, you answered breathlessly.

“Alright sweet girl, come for me then,” he ordered, increasing the speed of his hips, grinding himself into you making sure he rubbed against every inch of your sensitive walls.

It was more than enough, your hips arching off the bed and your eyes falling shut as you clamped down hard on him, your body milking his cock with everything you had. It turned out to be too much for your boyfriend as well, who buried himself to the hilt and let out a deep, low groan as he pulsed inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

The two of you panted for breath, his damp forehead resting in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into it affectionately as you ran your own hands through his sweaty hair.

“You good?” you asked, after several long moments just basking in the afterglow.

“Mm-hmm,” your boyfriend hummed in agreement, then asked, “You?”

“I’m a little messy,” you admitted, earning a huff of amused laughter from your pliant boyfriend who pulled himself up. You shuddered a bit at as he slipped out from your still sensitive cunt, feeling the wet and a little gross.

“Alright c’mere sweetheart, let’s get cleaned up,” he urged, helping you up with him. The two of you hobbled your way to the shower together to clean off, enjoying the lingering intimacy and affectionate touches.

As you dried off you watched Osamu pick the clothes the two of you had left scattered across the floor to toss in the hamper, but paused as he let out a huff of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you asked curiously.

“Just thinkin’ I was pretty unhappy with stupid Tsumu fer shrinkin’ all my shirts, but now I’m thinkin’ I might just have ta let him do laundry more often,” he admitted with a smug smirk, as he wiggled the shirt that had started the whole debacle at you.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you retorted, knowing full well that he would, in fact, dare, and judging from the raised eyebrow and the smirk on his face he knew it too.

“Alright fine, wear your tight shirts,” you warned, earning a wary look from your boyfriend who’d clearly expected you to put up more of a fuss, “Just be warned I might have to take revenge again!”

Your boyfriend’s eyes roved your still mostly bare form with an appraising eye, before tilting his head, giving you a salacious smirk and informing you, “Ya know I think I could live with that.”

“We’ll just see about that,” you told him crossing your arms over your chest, only to shriek a moment later as he swept you off your feet, and began to pepper your face with teasing kisses, his hands roaming your still shower warm skin as he proceeded to show you just how much he wouldn’t mind another day like today.

You laughed, unable to help yourself, even as you quietly plotted in the back of your mind. You’d enjoyed the day too after all, and turnabout was fair play. Next time you were definitely going to give Osamu a taste of his own medicine.

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[heauxzenji]

Hot Fuss, Full Panic

Pink Lips: Semi Eita x f!Reader

Warnings: this banner being bad, alcohol/drinking, sex under the influence but really it’s like maybe 2 shots for liquid courage- idk of lipstick counts as marking but fuck it we ball, unprotected sex, sex outside... in an alleyway, orgasm denial on his end, semi calls reader ‘toots’ yay sleazy musicians

Wc: 2.7k... well 2698 to be exact but we round up in this house

A/N: yes this is named after both a killers album and a lipstick. For the lovely Two in the Pink, One in the Kink Collab by the Sewer. I loved writing this it’s been done for weeks now and I’m so excited to see everyone else’s! Check the mlist here and support all the other creators, bc it’s v sexy! ~squeak squeak~ 💕

“You all alone tonight?”

“I’m alone every night, Sem,” you chuckled, continuing to clamor through empty glasses, wiping the sticky, rum-coated bar clean. Knowing him by name, you quickly poured up his usual gently sliding it his way. Jameson & Ginger Ale, for nights when he performs- any other time he’d get through the night on a few Dark n’ Stormys, saving at least 2 Kamikazes for you throughout the night until he stumbled back into whatever sewer hot pseudo-troubled musicians came from- probably one downtown, not too far from you.

“Well yeah, but no one’s bought you a shot tonight…”

He raised the glass to his lips, slowly knocking back down the stiff one you poured. He grimaced, clearing his throat and pushing the glass back toward you, blowing out a whistle as he cleared his throat.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, I don’t think anyone would like it if their date bought the bartender a shot.”

He pointed to the silver bottle of Milagro on the top shelf, sending you a wink. Taking the hint, you let out a half laugh- grabbing two double shot glasses and tiny slivers of lime, pouring both glasses to the rim.

“To a day just like any other,” you sighed, leveling yourself with him. Your disdain for February 14th was just as palpable as the months of innuendo laced conversation and shared shots with the local band’s d-list ‘celebrity’ frontman- the mutual desire pulling ahead by just a hair.

“To a wallet full of tips and a bar full of people getting lucky,” he shot back, tapping his glass with yours. The tequila was smooth, but being your first shot of the night, the burn was present and crisp as it went down, sending a shiver up your back. You slapped the shot down, pink lipstick stain imprinting the glass as you harshly sucked down your lime. Semi slid a $20 across the bar to you. As you neatly tucked it in your bra and took the glasses, he stood up to adjust his shirt and get his bearings.

“Have a good set!” you called after him. But he was already in the crowd. A sliver of light expanded and disappeared as you watched him slip into the backstage opening.

“Here ya go boys- on the house.”

The small tray you carried into the bar’s makeshift green room was filled with glasses of pink drinks, each adorned with a little lime slice and sugared rim.

“Pink Whitney… how original,” one of his bandmates remarked, knocking back the glass and setting it on top of a rusted filing cabinet.

“Be grateful,” you scoffed. “It’s the only thing I could manage to sneak past here for free.”

A chorus of sighs and clinking glasses resounded in the room, reassuring you the band would be happy regardless of what drew alcohol you bought them for the night. As long as the guys had an ounce of liquid courage before their set, you knew it’d go off without a hitch. You noticed one of the glasses still full on your tray- and Semi was nowhere in sight.

“Hey where’s-“ you started to ask, not really expecting an answer.

“Probably out back smoking,” a voice answered before you could even get his name past your lips. Picking up the small offering, you had half the mind to guzzle the glass down on your own- after all, it was already starting to water itself down. You poked your head up against the tiny door window, peering out slightly before sticking your head out to find the musician in the middle of his usual pre-show activities.

“There you are.” You spotted him.

He was leaning against the wall of the brick paved alleyway, cigarettes pursed between his lips.

“You shouldn’t be smoking those y’know,” you teased, bounding over to him. Finishing his drag, his smoke plumed into the crisp night air. His eyebrow cocked toward you as he placed it back to his lips. Gingerly, your own fingers scissored around the white tube, pulling it from his mouth and bringing it to your own lips with a soft smile, taking a deep inhale.

“They’re bad for your voice,” you exhaled away from his face and into the night. The mouthpiece was now coated in the same rosy markings as your shot glass. You stamped it out, much to his dismay.

“You got something better?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

With a pursed-lipped smile, you pushed the pink concoction to his lips, the sweat from the ice causing the sugar to run down the rim and over your hands. As Semi sucked the drink down, the glass was ripped from his lips and replaced by two of your saccharine coated digits. His tongue suckled your fingers as you pulled them out with a wet smack, neatly tucking them into your own mouth, then trailing the hand down your body to dry at the hem of your skirt. Your eyes fell just in front of his, glossed over in a heavily lecherous gaze. His lips found yours suddenly, hungrily- the fading flavor of pink lemonade and sugar on both your tongues as his body caged yours into the wall. Your face felt hot and your head was barely swimming from the rush of the shots you’d taken prior, but the surprise of the contact had knocked enough air out of you that you were gasping into the kiss, clawing at the back of his dip-dyed head of hair. The small glass in your hand slipped through your fingers, shattering and sending shards scattering against the asphalt beneath you.

The back door swung open, a head peeking out just enough behind the frame.

“Yo, Semi!” It was one of his bandmates, sticking his head out of the door. “Hurry it up we’re on in 10!”

He clamped a head over your mouth, sticking his head back to yell unintelligibly- or at least you couldn’t hear with the blood rushing to your ears and heartbeat pounding in your head. The loud thud of the heavy door tore through your spine, snapping you back into this present moment: the one in which you’d basically just made out in a cold, damp alleyway with Eita Semi- on Valentine’s Day. Of all days, you just had to do something about the months of mounting sexual tension between you two… on Valentine’s Day.

He moved his hand, freeing your lips as he checked to see how clear the coast was before turning back to you.

“I think I can get you there in 8,” the way he whispered reverberated in your chest and core almost simultaneously. His lips connected to your neck, slowly tracing upward, stopping to nip at your earlobe.

“Whaddaya say?”

He was telling you more than asking at this point, closing the finite space between you and already starting to slowly hike up your skirt with his fingertips. His eyes had become tenfold darker than originally, and the head rush you were feeling left you little to no time to oblige, not that you didn’t want to anyway. Your head began to loll to the side as it flew back, allowing him more access to your neck, his tongue gliding against the exposed skin while his calloused fingers began toying at your already exposed, and already slick pussy. You were putty in his hands at that point- no matter if you never wore underwear in the first place.

“Fuck,” Semi hissed against your collarbones. “No panties and you’re already nice and wet for me, hm? What a nasty little thing… good girl.”

He traced the pad of his index finger up and down your slit, collecting your essence as you shuddered yet again under his tough, a soft whine spilling from your throat. He couldn’t hold back a laugh, teasing you gently while grinding his bulging cock into the soft flesh of your exposed thighs. Your hands balled at the fabric of his shirt as you lifted it just enough to find his belt buckle, fidgeting with it and having absolutely no care for the heavy metal pieces rapping against your knuckles- if anything the small twinges of pain only added to the euphoria you were already starting to drown in.

“Hurry it up Y/N, we only got 7 minutes left…”

Obeying his command you unzipped his jeans, immediately hooking your thumb between the waistband of his boxers and the skin of his lower abs. You started to sink to your knees as you freed his cock from the confines that held him, mouth already watering. Just as you parted your lips, though, a harsh tug of your hair pulled you back onto your feet, spinning you and pressing your face against the cold brick. Your skirt was now pulled completely up and at your hips as Semi pushed your back down, arching you at his perfect level and holding your arm behind your back.

“Ah-ah,” he reprimanded with a smirk, sending two rough slaps to the meat of your ass. “Not enough time for that toots- maybe after the show.”

He lined himself up with your now glistening hole, teasing it with the tip for a few swipes before beginning to prod at your pretty pink insides. The stretch was slow and searing, but you were so wet that your walls immediately sucked him in, offering barely to no resistance. Your face pushed impossibly further into the wall in front of you as he started to build up an even pace, the head of his cock just barely grazing against the spot inside of that would render you absolutely and irrevocably cockdrunk.

“S-sem-ah-fuck!” Just as you started to speak he pulled out completely, arching your back even more as he buried himself deep in your aching pussy. Your back arched like that of a cat’s- leaning into the sensation with a wild, lewd mewl. He was speeding up now, groaning as he watched you coat his cock with a milky white sheen.

“That’s it,” he spanked you several more times, coaxing you to fuck yourself on his length as he spread your ass apart for a better view. “You think you can get yourself off on my cock in 5 minutes? C’mon, you can do it- go ahead, it’s all yours…”

You felt yourself growing even slicker at his words, his voice was like velvet and he wasn’t even singing. You started working your hips so fervently, so earnestly against him that the pace you were going had you white knuckling the railing next to you for stability as he continued to pull you down onto him with the hand behind your back. The smacking of skin against skin filled the air of the dark, damp alley, echoing out into the street as you could see the hazy lights of cars passing by though your eyelashes. His hands found your hair, pulling you up and back into him, matching the speed of his own thrusts to yours.

You could barely get out anything other than choked out moans and gasps. As you got closer and closer to your high, you started to feel dizzier and dizzier. You could feel your insides slowly starting to flutter as your conquest slipped from where you needed him, the displeased moan was halfhearted as he flipped you back around, closely holding your head into his chest.

Semi hoisted your leg up, holding it up at the knee, pushing the head of his cock just past your gleaming lips, walls greedily pulling him in with a slick smacking sound made by your wetness.

“Please, I’m so close- ‘mso fucking close,” you sobbed, rubbing your face against his chest. He smelled like cigarettes, cardamom and sweat. Combined with the carnal scent of sex wafting through the outside air, you gritted your teeth as your walls started to spasm and clench around him.

“Good girl, ngh- good fucking girl.” His praise had you spilling over, gushing over his cock with a shrill cry of his name into the night. He didn’t ease up, fucking you though the high, clutching you closer as your body went limp on your comedown.

“Time’s up, toots- but I’m glad you got what you wanted.”

Your breath was shaky and haggard as he pulled out of you, neatly trying to tuck his still hard cock into his pants. You were too hazy to make a point at how he hadn’t cum, but he helped you into your feet and up the stairs leading back to the green room. He picked up his guitar, swinging open the door and letting you go through first, leaving you sprinting on wobbly legs to your post at the bar.

“Y/N!” He called after you. You whipped your head back, mouth still ajar and eyes glossed over as your thighs continued to tremble.

“Stick around after we finish the set- I’ve still got to get what I want,” he said, flashing you a smile dripping with self- righteousness.

You still nodded though.

Creeping back behind the bar, you stopped just in time to not be noticed by the other 2 girls working with you that night, falling right into the chaos and clamor of everyone getting a drink before the house lights started to dim.

The lights on staged tuned a neon pink as Semi and his band took the stage, the chorus of screaming fans and adoring groupies filled the small space so much so that it felt like a stadium show, so much for the feeling of being a small town secret.

“Hey everyone, we are Hot Fuss”, he said into the mic, the cheers once again following as he set up with his guitar, the strap resting softly against the three undone buttons of his shirt- the shirt covered in the soft pink that previously adorned your lips. It was Everywhere, perfect little smeared kiss-marks, ever present reminders of how he had you bent over in an alleyway not even five minutes earlier, fucking you within an inch of your sanity. He shifted the guitar to rest behind him, exposing his chest, and the perfect imprint of your lips adorned his soft skin, the light giving it a glow almost, another round of mostly feminine squeals pierced the air again as someone whistled at the sight of Semi’s tousled physique.

“What’d you get up to Tonight, Semi-Semi?” His drummer teased, egging on the crowd. Your cheeks were so hot you felt like you’d melt. Semi just laughed, taking a soft strum while tuning his guitar onstage, leaning into the microphone and sending a look toward the back of the bar.

“I’m just dressed for the theme,” he joked, winking at several girls in the crowd. He strummed a couple more notes, pushing up against the microphone stand- and showing of his still present bulge, thick as the mic handle in his hand.

“We’re very grateful that all of you chose to be here tonight instead of getting laid,” he began, keeping the banter engaging while the rest of the band continued to set up.

“The night is young though, I guess.  And hey, the bar’s still open,” he looked back again, this time seeming to scan for you. You could feel him on your skin still, his touch was feather light, yet lingered on your skin so heavily.

“Ask your bartenders to help you get lucky!” The crowd laughed again, this time earning a lot of raunchy cheers from the men in the audience.

“All right enough shooting the shit though, you all came here for music, right?”

Loud applause filled the bar again as you stopped to watch him, propping your elbow up and onto the bar, fixating your eyes to see him in the shades of pink across a sea of heads.

“Well then let’s do it. Our first song for the night is very fitting…”

He found you. Your eyes locked on one another and stayed still. You could feel your heart freeze as you ran cold. He winked at you.

“Sing along if you know this one… it’s called Valentine.”

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[liaslight]

OBEDIENT

Pairing: Pervy boss!Kuroo x Bimbo fem!reader

Summary: Working as Kuroo’s new intern was hard since he seemed hell bent on being a complete asshole to you. After asking him for a holiday, you end up finding yourself in a compromising position with your boss, who you absolutely despise.

Content Warnings: Dub-con, Blackmail, degradation, dumbification, bullying, hate fucking, oral sex (male receiving), face/throat fucking, hair pulling, use of slut and whore, sir kink, crying, dacryphilia, bondage, slight slapping, cum eating, shoe fucking¿. That’s about it but if i missed anything lmk please. ALL CHARACTER ARE AGED UP (POST TIMESKIP)

Word Count: 3.k

A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium's 'Crying and Creaming' collab. Please check out the masterlist of the collab to see the work of all the other amazing authors and artists :))

Thank you to @oneblonded and @stopisa for beta reading <33

You hated work. Absolutely despised your office and everyone in it. Especially your boss. You wondered why you had to come in everyday and subject yourself to his torture. These thoughts swirled in your head as you walked towards your boss’ cabin with a steaming cup of hot coffee. He usually takes an espresso shot but today he requested you get him a decaf. Working as his intern was hard, he found flaws in everything you did.

As you set his coffee down on his desk, he looked up from his screen, staring at the coffee with molten eyes. Kuroo Tetsuro might be a complete asshole, but he was undeniably gorgeous and anyone would be blind to not notice it. He stared at the coffee for a solid minute before asking in his cold voice, “where is my espresso?”

“S-sir, you said you wanted decaf today, so that’s what I got you.” you stuttered out knowing that for some reason you fucked up. “Well now I changed my mind and I want an espresso,” he said with a tone of indifference. You were shocked at his antics, how dare he change his mind at the last second. “Well am I gonna have to wait all day or will I be getting my coffee soon?” he mocked. “Yes sir I’ll be back with your espresso.” you said with anger seeping through your voice.

You suppose you should be used to it by now. It’s been three months since you started here and he has not let up on you even once. If it was up to you, you would’ve left the week after you started here, but you needed this job because it paid surprisingly well. Maybe it wasn’t much of a surprise considering how much bullshit you had to deal with here.

Kuroo thinks you’re horribly dumb. Based on how many mistakes you’ve made since you started here, he would’ve fired you within the first week of you starting here. But you were such a pretty thing to look at, so he kept you around. And you started to get the hang of the work after a few weeks, but he just couldn’t help but mess with you just to see your face twist up in anger. You were so helpless and all you could do was just sit and take whatever he dished out, even though it might not have been your fault. He loved it. He relished the control and power he had over you.

He was burdened with work today so he more or less left you alone after the espresso incident. You kept your distance to a minimum too and spoke to him only when necessary. As he swirled around his chair, wondering what exactly he wanted to do with you, because even though you were fun to mess with, you weren’t exactly an asset to the company. And his duties as a boss came before his needs as a man. He was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of your heels clicking on his office floor. You walked towards him with a bunch of files in your hand. “Sir I got the files regarding the new client, where would you like me to keep them?” you asked. He pointed towards the table towards his right, swirling his chair to watch you walk to the table. Did he need the files to be put on that table? No, not really. They would've been more useful on his desk, but he wanted to see you walk to the table and bend over as you put the files down. You had a beautiful body and anybody would be a fool to not notice that. You probably noticed him staring, but it’s not like you could say anything and if you were really uncomfortable you would’ve called him out. He knows this because you did exactly that when another co-worker had stared at you inappropriately.

It was getting dark out there and it seemed like it was just the two of you on the floor. You shuffled on your feet nervously before asking “Sir I’d like it if I could have tomorrow and day after off for some personal reasons.” Huh, so you wanted a two day break without telling him why. “What personal reasons?” he asked as he stood up from his chair, walking towards the front of his desk and leaning on it. You were a little flustered from both his question and the proximity between the two of you. “Uh, I don’t think it’s necessary for me to tell you why I need the holiday and I say this with utmost respect” you said defiantly, your tone was the complete opposite of utmost respect.

So this is how you wanted to play it out, he thought and tried his best to suppress the grin that was forming in his face.

“Well if you want a break I need to know why and if you don’t want to tell me then I guess I can’t allow you the two days off” he said casually while loosening his tie. God why did he have to be so fucking good looking. It was making it hard for you to stand your ground and get what you want. You knew you weren’t the best worker and you made more mistakes than a lot of people here, but why did he pick on you and only you? Truth be told, you were scared of him and scared of losing this job, but there was only so much you could take before you snapped.

“I don’t think you need to be privy of my personal life and if you aren’t willing to give me the holiday I’m more than okay with you cutting my salary for the days off” you said, anger evident in your voice. “Miss y/n if you want to walk out of here with a job, you’re just gonna have to tell me why you need the holiday.” he stated simply while looking at you with something unreadable in his gaze. Dread washed over you at the possibility of losing your job and you realised you had no choice but to give in to him. “I have to go out of town for my friend’s wedding” you said while gritting your teeth in frustration.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” he smirked down at you, clearly pleased with the fact that he won. God you hated him and hated that stupid smirk on his face. He walked closer to you and all you could do was stare at the hint of skin that was visible after he unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and loosened his tie. Why did he have to be so attractive? It was a damn shame that he was a dickhead even though he looked like that.

“So is it okay if I take two days off?” you asked, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning the argument. “Hm, I suppose so. But I’d like it if you work for a few more hours today so that you could get some actual work done before you leave for your holiday” he taunted. “I’m sorry but what do you mean by actual work sir?” you asked, irritation clearly evident in your tone. It was probably a huge mistake talking to him like this considering he was your boss, but you had enough and you were done taking his shit.

He seemed to be enjoying himself as you got more and more irritated. “I suppose the meaning of actual work would be lost on someone like you anyway” he said with his voice cold and his grin even colder. He was clearly looking down on you and testing your patience. “Let’s see, did you send in the shipping updates for the London client?” he asked, and shit you clearly forgot about that. “Uh- no, i’ll get on it right away” you said while averting your eyes from his gaze. “How about the minutes for today’s meeting? Did you email it to everyone present there?” he asked, knowing very well you didn’t do it. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll finish all of it right now if you excuse me” you stuttered. “I’m not done yet. What about the cost sheet I asked you to make yesterday? I suppose you forgot about that as well” he said, veiled anger and irritation seeping through his tone.

“The reason I asked why you wanted to take two days off is because I simply could not let the most incompetent worker in my company take days off for a stupid reason. You are on thin ice y/n and taking days off while not doing most of your work is clearly not helping your case” he stated with authority.

“I’m so sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make up for my insubordination?” you asked, clearly worried about the prospect of losing your job. At this point, you were ready to do whatever it takes to get on his good side. This job paid for your rent and living expenses and with the market so bad, you knew if you were fired it would take months for you to get another job. If you had to suck up your pride for keeping this job, you would without hesitation no matter how much you hated him.

“Well there is something you can do, but I’m not sure if you’re going to like it” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “I-I’ll do anything sir, I really need this job” you answered honestly. “If that’s the case then get on your knees” he said casually while standing up to his full height.

Your mind went blank. He wanted you to get on your knees. You knew what that implied and never in your life did you think you would be here in this position. But the thought of being on your knees in front of him didn’t fill you with disgust. You were scared and surprised but not opposed to it. You hated him for making you do this, even though you were the one who offered to do anything.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him say, “I don’t have all day and if you want me to go easy on your incompetence then be a doll and get on your knees.” God this was so so wrong but you did as he said and got down on your knees, looking up at him and waiting for his next instructions. “Let’s see if this mouth of yours is any good, yeah?” he said with a shit eating grin.

He took off his belt and walked behind you. He crouched down to your level and you were confused as to what exactly he was doing. Then you felt your hands being pulled back and tied with his belt. You felt a tinge of panic but it turned you on knowing you were immobile and completely under his mercy. He stood up and walked in front of you. He put two fingers below your chin and made you look up at him and said, “you look so pretty like this.”

His hand left your chin and went to work unbuttoning his pants, all while holding eye contact with you. He pulled the zipper down and finally pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your eyes widened at the size of him. There’s no way you could take him all the way in your mouth and you felt genuine terror at the thought of doing so. You couldn’t help yourself when you said, “You’re so big.” “Yeah? And you’re gonna take all of it.” he commanded.

You gulped as you looked at his dick. He was long and thick, with tiny veins running through the shaft. His tip was flushed pink and tilted slightly to the left. His hand came up to grip your hair from the back and he forcibly tilted your chin up, making you look at his face. His other hand gripped his dick and he tapped your lips with it. “Open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out,” he said.

You did as you were told and he pushed himself inside your mouth, groaning at the feeling of the wet heat. You looked up at him, blinking innocently and waiting for his instructions on what to do next.

His grip on your hair tightened and he pushed your head down. Fuck he was so big and you were sure you couldn’t take him any deeper than this. You tried to pull back a little but he was having none of that and pushed your head all the way down. Tears started to spill from your eyes and you gagged on dick. He pulled you back, watching in awe as you coughed and spluttered. He slapped your left cheek with his hard length and said “do you want more?” he asked while he kept slapping your cheeks lightly with his dick. “Yes, I do,” you begged. This whole act was so demeaning but you were incredibly turned on. You felt your panties get slick with arousal and it frustrated you knowing your hands were restrained and you couldn’t pleasure yourself. “Yes what?” he asked in his domineering voice, while rubbing precum all over your lips. “Yes sir,” you replied obediently.

He pushed you down on his length again and this time you willingly took all of him inside your throat. It was uncomfortable but the thought that he was pleased was bringing you pleasure. “Such a good little slut” he said while his hips started to move, lightly fucking your mouth. You moaned around his length and the vibrations of your mouth made him groan. “This is all you’re good for aren’t you? Your dumb little brain clearly doesn’t work but it doesn’t matter when your mouth is full right?” he said condescendingly.

The degradation seemed to make you wetter and your hips started to move, trying to get some friction to alleviate the tension between your legs. Kuroo noticed and said, “What a dirty little slut! This is turning you on isn’t it? Well you’re not gonna get any relief because this is a punishment” he said as he pulled out of your mouth. You hated him so much but at this moment all you wanted was to be his obedient little slut. You moved forward to take him back in your mouth, your face flushed and eyes full of tears. “Beg.” he said while teasing you by hovering his length near your lips.

You were sobbing now, lip trembling and eyes watering as you said, “p-please sir, I want you in my mouth, please!” Kuroo was enjoying this too much, he knew you were an idiot but to think you’d be so cock drunk made him harder than what he already was. He let you take him back into your mouth and then he stroked your hair and said, “such a good slut, if only you’d put this much effort in your work, then we wouldn’t be here now would we?” Then he started to facefuck you, his hips pushing into you and shaking your whole body with the force. You started to gag and choke loudly, your mouth so full of him. You could taste his precum and you hollowed your cheeks and tried to keep up with his thrusts.

As you bobbed your head on his dick, you felt something near your clit and you jolted in surprise upon realising that it was his shoe. He lifted his shoe so that it rubbed against your slit and you moaned around him at the friction. “Since you’re being so obedient, I’ll let you get yourself off on my shoe,” he said while thrusting into your mouth. You were so wet and needy that you greedily obliged and started to move your hips on his shoe. The friction on your clit felt so good and you were so sensitive and turned on that just a little touch could make you cum. You chased your own high while letting Kuroo use your mouth as he pleased.

“You got my shoe dirty with how wet you are. You’re gonna lick it all clean after we’re done aren’t you? That’s how bad you want this job, don’t you baby?” he said through gritted teeth. The thought of him making you do something so demeaning made you clench and you started to move your hips faster, desperate to finally reach the peak. The vibrations from your mouth were bringing closer and closer to his orgasm and after thrusting for a few more seconds, he pulled out of you, fucking his fist while watching you chase your own high.

He looked so good with his sleeves rolled up and the veins in his hands flexed as he moved his fist up and down his length. Your senses were clouded and when he lifted his foot up to apply more pressure to your clit, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You whimpered as you finally came, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure. Seeing you like this was enough for Kuroo, and you could see he was close.

“You want my cum don’t you baby? Stick your tongue out for me.” he said and you obliged. He stroked himself once, twice and then groaned as he came all over your tongue and face. You patiently waited till he was done, eyes closed in pleasure. You swallowed all of his cum and looked up at him with doe eyes. He used his thumb to gather the cum that was on your cheek, and then pushed it inside your mouth. You sucked at his thumb greedily, moaning at his taste.

“This is all you’re ever gonna be good for, baby. But it’s okay right? You’re happy being my cumslut aren’t you?” he said. He didn’t wait for your answer as he tucked himself back inside his pants and bent down to untie your hands. After fixing himself up, he said “Enjoy your holiday miss y/n.” and walked out of his office, leaving you wondering what exactly you got yourself into.

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plato is a bitch - part (i)

pairing - tsukishima kei x afab! reader

rating - e

warnings - timeskip spoilers (!!!!!), soft dom tsukishima, mean tsukishima, jealousy at its finest ig, cheesy references, idiots in love, cute nicknames, public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (f. receiving), reader has a vagina, fingering, some clit love, plato bashing (all of my homies hate plato lmao), greek myth references, both of you are emotionally constipated lmaoo, insecure reader, featuring two other characters from the anime idfihf, has an original female character, lots of reassurance, a lot of cuss words are used somehow???? some poetic bullshit in my writing style sorry for the delay

summary -

tsukishima kei is a skeptic. it’s hard for him to believe in anything that is not cold, hard facts.

but you might be the one thing that turns him into a believer all right.

OR

the one where tsukishima has a penchant of getting needy for you….in public of all places.

smh tsukki.

spotify playlist link - here

a/n - this series is a part of the hqhq discord server’s nsfw collab for the month of march, 2021. you can find the works of many talented and amazing writers in here. 

p.s. - this is a repost 

WORD COUNT - 5.7K

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

“We have a new one, chief”, Miyuki nudges your elbow, bringing your attention back to the conversation at hand.

Professor Kurosawa of Greek Philosophy 101 had been gracious enough to drop a group project out of the blue. An added bonus was the fact that she chose everyone’s partner, only adding to your unneeded anxiety. By the time you could approach your latest project partner, the bell had rung and signalled the end of the class. Between the bustling crowd of your batch mates, you lost sight of the tall man, unable to keep up with his long strides.

Worriedly, you bite your lip till it’s swollen and ponder over your options. You didn’t even get his phone number. How the fuck are you supposed to work with him? This project is worth 30% of your grades. Fuck this up, and you’re doomed.

“Another kid working with us?” you ask, numbly chewing onto your lips as your eyes roam the museum’s cafeteria. Working at The Sendai City Museum has its perks, you have to admit. One of them is probably the fact that the boba tea you’re sipping on is much cheaper for you to afford on work days here.

You pay attention to your companion half-heartedly, still very much hung up on the project you need to get a head start on, if you wanted a decent grade on it.

“Yeah, he’s from the same place as ya”, she replies, happily munching on her own sandwiches and you watch in amusement at how easily the frown on her eyebrows dissipates because of food.

Ah, the joy of little things….

“Oi”, Miyuki calls your attention in the present again, indicating by her worried eyes the arrival of some misfortune your way, “Manager is coming your way”.

Your eyes widen and you can feel your hands sweat, your leg shaking incessantly under the table. You turn around the moment your superior calls your name, only to freeze when your eyes meet his.

It’s him. It’s him! For fuck’s sake, of all the people….

“Tsukishima Kei”, the blonde introduces himself, an awkward arm extended for a handshake.

“Please take care of me, senior”.

It’s hard working with Tsukishima Kei.

Not only do you have to endure his presence in the library in whatever free hours you get from university, but now you have to show him the ropes of working in a city museum.

This is stressful and I’m about to blow off like a pressure cooker any fucking time now, you think as you clean the storage room – full of old antiques and extras. It’s dusty and the napkin tied around your face is not helping your nose from scrunching up whenever you get close enough to sneezing out your lungs.

Your ‘junior’, as Miyuki has playfully dubbed the blond man, is assigned the duty of cleaning out the fake antique extras that are usually put out on display whenever it’s rush hours in the museum – a wise decision, given how the kids that visited the place were prone to always messing with the artefacts that signified the existence of the Date Clan aeons ago in Japan.

The buzzing of your phone in your pants’ pockets give you an apt excuse to stop squatting down and stand up, groaning at how your thighs burn at the ache. Opening up the unread messages, you feel your eyebrow shoot up in visible confusion as you read what Kei has sent you moments ago:

“Why would you say that?” you ask him, turning around to see him putting away some old boxes up on the metal shelves stacked against the cream walls of the room.

‘Damn him and his height. Damn him and his veiny arms that can easily choke me- ‘

Whoa, why in the world did that thought come into your brain? You blame the intrusiveness of your mind. Yeah, that’s all there is.

“What?” he questions you, wiping his palms onto his trousers, “He is a little bitch”.

Out of all the philosophers you could’ve chosen, you went with Plato. And now more than ever, you regret it heavily.

“Care to elaborate?” you feel your jaw ache as you grind your teeth as a way to not snap at your classmate and colleague.

“Well, for one, he was a pretentious asshole”, he lists off from the top of his head, making sure to keep a count of his arguments on his nimble fingers, “Number two, he implied that the only thing we know is that we know nothing”.

“Which is true, given how there’s no absolute fact or truth to compare our progress with”, you quip in, getting defensive over a dead Greek man who wouldn’t give two fucks about women or any minority for that matter.

You’re carrying most of the load of this project, on top of working multiple shifts at the museum and freelancing for meagre amounts of cash and experience. Tsukishima, while helpful, isn’t present to assist you whenever you need him, due to his volleyball practice as well. And you know it’s awfully selfish of you to pick a fight with him over a project that’s supposed to bring you closer (at least according to Professor Kurosawa) as classmates. But you’re tired and sick worried out of your mind about, well, everything.

Rent, exams, deadlines – every single chore in your life has you wearied down to the bone and you know not when it will be all too much for you to handle. So the fact that a guy your age is doing just as much as you, and not feeling the same insecurities as you?

It makes you envy him.

‘How can you be so laidback about everything?’, you curse him out for even entering your life.

“But if that was true, then we wouldn’t have science or maths. We wouldn’t have electronics, phones or even the broom you’re cleaning the floor with”, he articulates without breaking a sweat, and you wish you had it in you to give him a piece of his own mind.

But today is not your day, and you’d prefer to just crash into your cosy bed and sleep as if the world is ending and you cannot give two fucks about it.

“That means that we are knowledgeable to a certain extent and Plato might’ve idealised Aristotle due to some homoerotic subtext historians forgot to acknowledge”.

On any normal day, that would’ve made you laugh. Maybe you’d have rolled your eyes and added your own input. But you’re tired and cannot imagine spending another moment inside this stuffy room, feeling dirty and exhausted beyond belief.

You turn around, trying to conceal your tears of frustration that cannot help but fall down your face and you speak out after several beats of moments pass you by, “Tsukishima, I’m tired. Can we not do this right now?”

You don’t know that he can see your shoulders shake with your silent sobs. You don’t know when he silently decides to make his way towards you. So it surprises you when you feel his arms wrap around your waist and you let him rock your body gently back and forth, feeling yourself melt into him and letting go of your inhibitions as he softly kisses your neck.

“Tsukishima- “, you speak, caught off guard by this gentle gesture of his.

“I should’ve known today was not it for you. You do a lot and sometimes I take things too far. Remind me- “, you feel his breath shudder against your back as he tries to continue:

“Remind me that just because I can do things with you; things that others may not be too fond of, it doesn’t mean that I cannot take it too far. Tell me to back off and I will”.

You turn around to face him and whisper, “What if I don’t want you to back off?”

—–

And damn, Tsukishima Kei must’ve thought in that moment as you looked up at him with such pretty eyes, so full of hope and fear, How am I to resist someone so sweet?

And so he dives right into those honeyed lips of yours, savouring you and consuming you whole as he locks lips with you. He feels your hands slowly run through his hair gently and he knows now, that he couldn’t have had anything better than this.

Reasons of existence be damned; you are the reason he feels alive right now.

It’s been an entire week since you’ve last talked to him.

It’s not as if you don’t see him anymore. You still meet him at the university library at least thrice a week and find him sitting further away in the very back of the spacious room, two steaming Styrofoam cups filled with coffee that could burn your tongue unless you blow on it.

You still meet him after his practice, ready to take on the cleaning duties on weekdays. You still see him when he reluctantly volunteers his weekends away at the museum, to guide the horde of school children visiting for a field trip as he lists off everything he knows about the Date clan from the top of his head with such poise and grace- it makes you wonder what did he see in you that made him kiss you that one strange evening.

It’s just…you haven’t talked to him about it. Not one mention of what went down that day in the storage room. Almost as if…. nothing’s changed.

And that has you worried. So worried that it makes it hard to breathe whenever you look at Kei’s furrowed brow as he studies the various books and articles you suggested him for the project. It makes you want to rub away the crease on his head with your fingers. Whenever the sunlight of the setting sun hits his face as he escorts you from his volleyball gym towards the museum, it makes him look ethereal and you wonder if maybe he is what Apollo must’ve looked like – sublime and so deep in thought he is in those moments, you wonder if he can even sense your gaze on him.

If he can tell that you want him to kiss you again and let you run your fingers through his soft hair again. Taste the peppermint candy he keeps munching on during his break hours on his lips as you pull him closer still, until both of you are united as one in each other’s arms again.

And so you wait for him one day, arriving earlier than your partner with two cups of steaming coffee you have bought instead when he texted you that he would be late. Tapping away your pen against the oak wood table, you chew away at the dead skin of your lips as you anxiously wait for him to come. Noises from a few feet away grab your attention and you are surprised to see Kei with a girl you have never seen before.

She’s talking away softly in a saccharine voice and he’s smiling. He’s actually smiling.

And for a moment you feel your worries melt away as your shoulders sag in relief at the sight of Tsukishima so carefree and open, only for envy to consume your thoughts about it.

Sure, Kei has been open with you – but not here. Not in public.

You wonder how much you really know him. And the answer does not please you.

You watch as she bids him goodbye at the library entrance, leaving the man searching for you. You’re sitting where he usually sits, all for the sake of the man finding you easily amongst the crowd – and yet, you feel invisible.

Unseen.

Feeling as if you cannot handle your thoughts any longer, you get up and hear the chair scrape against the marble floor as you make a beeline towards the deeper sections of the library, getting lost between the tall bookshelves that tower over you, akin to the shadows your insecurities always cast over you.

—–

Tsukishima waves you down, walking towards you but slows down in confusion as you up and leave without a second look towards the Statistics and Analysis section of the library. Finally putting his bag onto the seat beside you, he wonders if you had ever mentioned taking a course in the said subject…only to come up empty.

Yachi had been kind enough to meet him at the university and drop off some cookies she had baked for everyone, having promised to do the aforementioned activity when they all had a reunion for the 1st years of the Karasuno volleyball team. It had been fun, egging Kageyama and Hinata for a match, all so that they can compare how far they’ve come now. Seeing his friend Yamaguchi was refreshing, to say the least. And when they have egged him to spill the beans about his life, he may or may not have let it slip that he likes someone.

You. You’re that someone.

And even though Tsukishima has a hard time expressing himself, he thought he has shown you how much he cares about you in his own way. But when he sees you walking back and forth in the Archaeology section (for you have walked in pretty deep when you up and left), and when you literally freeze at the sight of him and falter, cowering in on yourself – he’s proven wrong. Yet again.

He hadn’t done jack shit to show you he cares.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Tsukishima, ha. Wasn’t expecting to see you here so early”, you say as you wipe away your eyes. (Had you been crying?)

“Let’s leave, okay? We have a lot to do- “

He pins you against the shelf, careful not to hurt you. You look at him with those pretty, doe eyes of yours and he relaxes a little. It’s just you and him here.

“Let’s talk first, yeah?” Kei wets his lips, gulping down his doubts as he looks at you with such fierceness you’re certain it would’ve scorched you on the spot.

You nod meekly, looking up at him as he towers over you.

“Why are you crying? Did someone do something?” he asks, hoping to narrow down the reason why you may not be feeling your best at the moment.

You shake your head.

“Was it me? Is it something I did?”

You reply, “It’s you. And it’s something you did not do”.

Fuck.

“Okay, what did I not do?” he asks you, and you let go of all inhibitions, letting your feelings take over you instead.

“What you did not do is talk about when we kissed. What you did do is act as if things haven’t changed, because guess what? Things do change when you kiss someone who’s your project partner, genius!”

Taking a deep breath, you continue, “What you did do, however, is act as if everything is so easy for you – studies, the museum, the volleyball when I even struggle to stay afloat. And then without talking it out, you show up thirty minutes late and with a girl I have never seen before in my life!”

Your throat hurts from talking so much, but you applaud yourself mentally for neither losing your cool nor being too loud.

“Do you know how I felt, Kei? What if she’s your girlfriend? What if I’m a home wrecker?” you bemoan into your palms, feeling exhausted and drained after the rant you have went on earlier.

Kei chuckles. That motherfucker fucking laughs at your misery. You’re so going to kill him now-

And then he kisses your forehead, bringing you into his arms once again and holding you tight against him. He begins, “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to worry you. Yachi is just my old schoolmate and yes, we need to talk some more about it. I didn’t mean to worry my beloved senior so much”.

“You mean a lot to me, I swear”, he looks into you, reluctant to break eye contact.

“Really?” you ask in a small voice, timid and tired from the day’s activities already.

“Yeah, you do. That’s why I’m still reading Plato. Ow!”

You playfully punch his arm, your face breaking out into a soft grin that makes Kei’s heart beat just a tad bit faster.

“Want me to prove it to you?” he asks you and you don’t hesitate to take him up on that offer, letting him guide you through the library to make good on his promise.

—-

“Kei, what if someone sees us?” you whine, watching as the man below you lifts you by your thighs with ease, flipping your skirt all the way up to your torso.

Gently sliding your panties to the side, he says, “Who cares?”

“I care, you dummy! Oh, oh! Kei, fuck please!”

You’re forced to silence yourself by covering your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans as you feel him gently kiss your swollen clit, using his fingers to spread your pussy open for him. You can feel the hair at the back of your neck rise up as you gasp at the way his fingers tease you, stroking you softly before entering inside, making you burn at the sudden stretch.

The sound of your pleas are silenced by you hand and Tsukishima (that sly little asshole) takes advantage of your situation – torturing you by hitting all of your weak points. You slump against the shelf behind you, stacked with books of various subjects.

You’d have known which section of the library it was, had you checked and not just blindly followed your shrewd classmate along. His fingers fiddling with your g-spot is making it harder for you to think, curling inside you just right and making your eyes roll back in your head as a result.

Damn him and his hands.

‘Why do I trust him so much?’, you think and if it wasn’t for him, you’re certain your shaky legs would’ve given out long ago.

“I’d have asked you to beg for me, but we don’t want to be caught, do we now?” he asks, as he nuzzles his face deeper and his voice makes everything in you thrum in need. God, it’s pathetic how you’d do anything for him to touch you more.

He looks up at you

Your fingers run wildly through his hair, harshly pulling him closer as he finally (finally!) touches you where you need it the most and you feel your eyes water with tears of pleasure as waves of pleasure shoot through your body in the form of your much-awaited orgasm.

Your arms slack and fall beside you as you heave heavily, greedily inhaling as you slowly come down from your high. Tsukishima lets you down gently as he gets back up, licking his fingers and tasting you on them. You’re unable to look him in the eyes because of it.

“Come back to earth, sweetheart”, he taps your cheek gently, pulling you out of the pleasurable haze you’ve easily lost yourself in.

“Huh?” you ask dumbly, feeling the dopamine work its effects on you.

“We need to work, don’t we? Come along now, I wanna finish up soon with you”.

And if Kei really did drag you back outside with your hand in his, you don’t comment on it – scared that you’ll ruin this moment with him.

“I guess Plato wasn’t wrong about one thing”, Tsukishima speaks, breaking the ambient silence you have been working under for about an hour now.

“Oh? What thing is it, then? What made you concede, o’ great Tsukishima Kei?” you tease him, waiting for his response.

“Soulmates”, he answers, stirring his black coffee with a steel spoon gently.

“Care to elaborate?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“Maybe. Depends on whether you come”.

“Come where?” you ask, genuinely curious about his sudden proposal.

“Come to the match tomorrow”, he mutters out suddenly, intensely gazing at you for a response.

You both have decided to visit the café a few blocks away from the campus so that you can discuss and finalize the details of your project before you submit it. Surprisingly, you had been able to finish up your project after that little ‘escapade’ in the library – much earlier than anticipated.

You splutter out, “I, um-“

“Come see me play”, he almost looks as if he’s excited about it. Is he?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course”, he scratches the crown of his head awkwardly, and oh god, you couldn’t have been more whipped for him than in that moment.

“I just want you to see this part of me too. Want to show you how serious I can be about all that I love. Want to show you I can be serious about you as well, babe”.

“You cringed a little at ‘babe’, didn’t you? Be honest”, you giggle as he grimaces and accepts it, nodding stiffly in response.

“But that’s the tamer and more socially acceptable nicknames”, you reply, happily sipping on the iced coffee Kei reluctantly bought you (He’s apprehensive about letting you consume caffeine in high amounts, to which you can only scoff indignantly in response.)

“Would you prefer I call you sweetheart, senior?” he smirks, and damn your stomach for doing a flip at the term of endearment.

But you recovered quickly by responding, “Hm, maybe if you actually take me out on a date?”

God must’ve been on another realm when he created the man named Tsukishima Kei, because you have never met a person so stubborn and persistent as him. Given how laidback he seems at times; it’s surprising how he can be hung up on one thing for such a long time.

“Attend my match and I’ll think about it”.

You could only roll your eyes at that.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You’re so screwed. So utterly fucked.

Tsukishima had been gracious enough to inform you about the location of his upcoming match against the rival team. Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium, the place he’s supposed to have a match against EJP Raijin.

The fact that the gymnasium is four hours away did not deter you. It only made you more determined to visit your project partner even more.

‘He divided his time between work, uni and volleyball. The least I can do is watch him once’, you think as you swipe your metro card and finally arrive at your destination.

Welcome to Tokyo.

Tsukishima now owes you a proper trip to this city, but first you need to locate where the gymnasium was.

Better hurry up, then.

——-

Unfortunately, traveling to a new place isn’t as picturesque or simple as movies make it out to be. In the bustling streets of Tokyo, it is easy for you to get lost and unable to trace down the original point you have departed from.

You’re lucky you soon found an elderly lady who was nice enough to guide you to a taxi station and you hailed a cab from there onwards.

The fact that you’re cold due to the sudden downpour of rain when the weather man had been certain about a clear sky today did not make it any better for you.

And as you shivered in the backseat of the car, you cannot stop your leg from tapping away on the bottom in anxiety and dreadful despair whenever you take another look at your watch, signifying another minute closer to you missing Kei’s match.

Please let me be on time. I cannot miss this. Not when it’s him.

—-

He’s looking for you everywhere. It’s halftime and he couldn’t spot you because he’s been too nervous to seek you around the bustling crowd earlier. But now he’s not pressured by the need to defend his side of the court and so his eyes scan and loiter throughout the gym, but he’s unable to find you anywhere in the stands.

Where the fuck are you? You’re supposed to be here. By his side.

And he’s supposed to officially ask you out after he wins the match.

But you’re missing, and he wonders if this is a sign he should’ve paid attention to a long time ago.

Maybe he’s been too optimistic about everything.

He’s snapped out of his spiralling thoughts when the crowd cheers all of a sudden and he turns around to see Suna Rintarou making his way through the crowds and the yellowing bleachers, with an arm around your shoulders.

What the actual fuck?

He’s unable to take his eyes off of the pair of you as he watches the middle blocker help you settle down on the seats of front row as he bids you adieu and makes his way over to his team.

Many questions run through his head as the buzzer indicates the end of their break and he gets back into position.

There’s a lot to unpack there regarding you, but first he has to win this game.

For himself.

EJP Raijin loses the match by a small margin.

It’s still amazing to see this happen with your own eyes though.

Even with your limited knowledge about the sport, you’d noticed yourself being on the very edge of your seat as you observed each move, each block, each rally with keen eyes, absorbing everything the match had to offer to you as a viewer.

When Sendai Frogs finally won, you cheered as loudly as you possibly could and ended up attracting the attention of nearby patrons. You didn’t care though.

All you cared about is the fact that he won. His team won. And you got to watch it.

You couldn’t have been prouder about it.

But as you wait for him to arrive near the exit gates, he never comes. Visitors, players and even management have left you behind, opting to leave the gym empty save for you and a few of Kei’s teammates – who are well on their way of leaving the place as well.

You’re lucky enough to nab one of them and after further bugging, he’s kind enough to reveal that Tsukishima’s still in the locker room and he might take a shower soon.

Thanking him, you hurriedly make your way to the lockers assigned to their team for the day. Sighing in relief, you finally make your way towards the mop of blond hair and call out his name, only to stop short when he fails to respond or acknowledge you.

“Kei?” you call out again, feeling yourself shrink in on yourself.

“What?” he scoffs out, turning to face you and you notice he’s yet to freshen up.

“Done getting cosy with Raijin’s blocker? Is that why you’re back here with me? Did he leave you hanging how you left me?”

Okay. Pissed is an understatement.

This man is furious at you.

—-

“I was late, but I didn’t miss your game, Tsukishima!” you yell out, desperate to stop the man in his stride out of the locker room.

“I saw you play. I saw you focused, serious and so devoted today! I saw you and your passion towards volleyball!”

“And?” the man asks, his narrowed eyes ready to judge you for whatever you’re about to offer him as a response.

“And? What else do you want me to say?”

“Explain why I saw you enter with Suna Rintarou of all people? After half-time no less?” his eyes narrowed as they pierced through you, dissecting your very being for sensing any foul play or tricks you might have up your sleeves.

“I-“

“You know what? Save it. I’d rather not hear your half-assed excuse”, he snaps back, brown eyes glowing with anger at you.

Indignant at his casual dismissal of you, you grab him by the collar so that he’s at your height and finally speak through gritted teeth:

“Listen here, you little shit. I did not come from Sendai all the way here by wasting four hours of my life, got lost in Tokyo all on my own and had to take Suna-san’s help so that I could actually watch you play, only for you to act like an insecure little bitch about it. Especially not when you’re not even dating me. Go it?”

He gulps audibly, feeling the sweat from the match earlier cool down on his skin. Despite the height difference, he can feel the aura you’re emanating and damn, he should not be feeling this way when you’re seconds away from skinning him alive.

“Did anyone tell you how hot you are when you’re angry?” he quips, and he watches as you implode in on yourself and splutter for a coherent comeback.

“You’re unbelievable, Tsukishima. I’m done”, with that said, you walk away only to be pulled back by the man as he kisses you fervently.

It’s clumsy and your teeth are knocking together with his, but you feel your anger dissipate at his actions. Pushing him away so your burning lungs can catch a break, you fan yourself with eyes gazing the floor (for you’re scared they might give away how you feel about him) and retort, “God, Tsukishima. Why are you acting like a heathen? Don’t you know it’s bad manners to kiss someone without wooing them first?”

When your eyes meet his again, his eyes are alight with need and a need so animalistic that it scares you. Stumbling a few steps back, you watch as Kei eyes you like a prey worth the long chase. And just as you feel like you may need to leave before he devours you whole, your back crashes against the wall.

The distance between you and him is covered swiftly, thanks to his impatient stride and greedy soul. You’re forced to look up at him when he tilts your chin so he can take a long hard look at you and your flushed state. You’re not doing okay, and it’s because of one sarcastic man named Tsukishima Kei.

“Nowhere to run off to, senior?” he eggs you on with the rhetorical question, and your mouth dries up as you attempt to muster up a response that shuts his smug self up good. Before you can, you hear footsteps approaching and panic, looking at your partner for an apt idea.

He scoffs, pulling you by your hand as he guides you deeper inside and closes the door behind him. The cool tiles and the showerhead above gives away the fact that you’re in the showers…. with a man, no less. Well, that’s one way to do it.

“Why drag me in here, Kei?” you whisper harshly, finding it hard to focus when his hands start trailing down. You gasp as his fingers rub you under your skirt (which you have worn in an indescribable high where you felt brave enough to wear something adorable and yet revealing) and he’s taking advantage of the fact very well.

“Why? I want to have my fun with you too, y’know? Or are you wishing it was someone else?” he asks, his lips soon finding themselves kissing your neck, teeth dragging harshly at your weak spots and marking you as his for the moment.

“F-fuck, Kei. Listen-“ you whimper as he marks your skin jagged with his canines and feel the hair at the back of your neck rise up when you hear footsteps approach and stop short right in front of the cubicle you’re trapped in.

“Someone in here?” an unfamiliar voice calls out, and it takes everything in you to not moan out loud when Tsukishima slides your panties to the side and starts playing with your clit gently.

“Uh, it’s me. Tsukishima”, he responds but his eyes are pinning you down and watching each and every expression you make at his ministrations.

“How long will you take? Coach was thinking about treating us out for the win”, his teammate responds jovially, totally unaware of what’s going on at the other side of the door.

“Uh…”, he pretends to think hard, only to take this time as an opportunity to shove two of his fingers inside your soft walls, groaning at the way you clench tightly around them.

“You okay, Kei?” he asks, and you almost correct him because Kei isn’t fond of many people using his first name. The only time people can use it is when they’re either his parents, or they’re someone who’s taking his long fingers in them like a champ.

“I think I’m a little under the weather, senpai. Mind if I leave early?” he asks, curling his fingers just right as he watches you twitch under his touch.

“Sure thing. Just clean up a bit and leave soon, yeah? The security might make a round before closing up”, the other man responds, and you let out a sigh of relief as you hear his footsteps retreat.

“Focus on me, pretty one”, he coos, tapping your cheek gently to get your attention.

“Not enough”, you try to ride his fingers but the position isn’t advantageous to your attempt and Kei almost smiles at the way you pout, whining as he slows down and your orgasm fades away to nothing.

“I know”, he responds as he undresses himself, removing his shirt in seconds.

You’re left gaping at how lithe and pretty he is – soft, pale and unblemished skin is begging for you to leave your mark on it. You can already imagine how pretty he’ll look with thin angry nail marks down his back and his chest covered in red and possessive hickeys.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, not expecting to see such a sight today of all days. Maybe you should’ve read the astrology column in the newspaper today before you left for Tokyo.

“Undressing, duh”, he speaks as if it’s obvious.

Which it is.

“I can see that but why?”

“Well, you want to cum, don’t you?” he asks, raising his eyebrow at you.

You respond, oddly timid for somehow who’s gone almost all the way with the man standing in front of you.

“Yeah….but-“

“Then, you better cum on my cock, baby”, he whispers, kissing your forehead gently before asking:

“So, can you take off your clothes or shall I do the honors? We need to clean up and leave before security finds us in a compromising position, y’know.”

And you’ll be damned before you let your beloved junior one up you.

And so, you move forward as you undress yourself slowly and wait for him to let you make the next move.

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