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The Better Brother (artist! Matsukawa x chubby fem reader) 18+

miss me? ;)

NSFW; MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW: you're a cheater BUT you only cheat on a cheater asshole AND we support women's wrongs :))))

summary: Your fiancé leaves you across the ocean to sort out this whole 'wedding' thing all by yourself. Well.... lets just say that YOU get sorted out instead ;).

(((((((((loosely based on the movie Moonstruck (heavily recommend!!!!))))))))))

“Married?....... You want to get married?......to me?”

You wondered what you looked like at the moment, you wondered if your eyes were bugging out of your head or if your jaw looked completely locked in its unhinged position.

It definitely felt like they were.

It felt like your whole world had just come crashing down around you. All because of those 4 little words.

“Why not? You’ve taken care of me for the last 5 years, I want to take care of each other for the rest of our lives.”

…..this wasn’t a part of your plan.

You didn’t quite know what your life plan was…. But it definitely wasn’t this.

“Why now?” you whisper, noticing that for every second you didn’t answer your boyfriend with an ecstatic yes, another restaurant patron's eyes locked onto you. You could feel your face growing hot with embarrassment and yet you still couldn’t blindly accept this proposal, not without knowing why.

“Why not now?” he asked, taking your hands into his. You could see the sweat starting to form on his hairline, the anxiety of public rejection becoming apparent in his tone as you worked to avoid his gaze.

Why not now?

Does he not hear himself? Why not now?

“I just-” you stuttered out, taking your hands back into your own laps, wiping the moisture off your palms against your thighs.

“-Just hear me out!” He cut you off, perhaps a bit too loudly as well, seeing as the crowd of nosy spectators seemed to be inconspicuously growing by the second. He looked frazzled, in fact, this might have been the most affected that you’d ever seen him. Usually, he was the cool-headed one, the blasé, jaded businessman. But now he sat, his voice raising with each word, face red with humiliation. He looked panicked, far too panicked for the situation.

“My mother…” He started, clearing his throat, trying to collect himself before he could make a fool of himself in public.

Ahh… his mother

you thought….. That was obviously why he was so panicked. That was why he was asking you this all of the sudden.

His mother was pressuring him.

Well, the joke is on him, you’re not gonna give in just because of the wishes of his mother.

“....My mother is dying.”

If your eyes weren’t bulging out of your head before, they definitely were now.

“w-What- when?..... Oh god….” you gasped, the guilt automatically washing over you as you watched your partner's face melt into worry, his brows knitting together as you brought your hands back onto the table to envelope his.

“They called me this morning…. They asked me if I could fly back home to….. ya know?”

“Of course..” you nodded, “you need to be with her right now…. Have you booked your flight yet? Should I try to book it now?”

Now listen…. It was a serious situation. And a horrible one at that, and you were 100% devoted to getting your partner home to his dying mother. But you couldn’t deny that you were also trying to steer the conversation back away from marriage.

But he wasn’t going to let you forget.

“Darling please….” he sighed, squeezing your hands in his, “my mother, she once told me that all she wants in this world… all she wants… is to see me happy… to see me married. And I want you to marry me.”

“God….” you sighed “I just….. You’re sure you want me?...”

He nods, holding your gaze.

It felt like his eyes were melting into your face. And if that wasn’t bad enough, there were still a good handful of people burning holes into your back. They were all expecting an answer.

Not only that, they were expecting a particular answer. An answer you weren’t sure that you were ready to give.

But for god's sake, the man’s mother was dying, and he pretty much made it sound like her dying wish was for her son to marry. If you said no now you’d be a monster.

Against your better judgment, you glanced around the restaurant, your eyes meeting the eager gazes of not only fellow patrons but staff as well. God, was that a tray of champagne waiting??

After scanning the room, your eyes finally made it back to the man who just asked you to marry him.

“Yes.” you whispered, offering him a small, unsure smile.

A smile that he returned tenfold, announcing to the restaurant, “she said yes!” prompting applause and congratulatory champagne.

He slipped the ring onto your finger, kissing your hands as you sat and watched him with that same small smile on your face.

“Now of course, I’ll have to fly out to my mother, but we should get married as soon as possible.” He said, dropping your hands to take a long drink of champagne. “I trust you want to organize the wedding?”

So much was happening, staff was swarming around you, pouring drinks and grabbing your hand to inspect the ring, and the restaurant chatter had resumed, and somehow along the way a violinist had been called in to serenade you as well.

You felt like your brain was being torn into 5 different pieces, all equally painful and all equally taxing.

You couldn’t even answer his question before he’d moved on in the conversation, rambling about flight times, how long he’d be staying, and who was going to fill in for him at work.

You were definitely overstimulated by the complete chaos surrounding you, but you told yourself it would be okay, that you could just zone out until he eventually tired and decided to drag the both of you home for the night.

Were you ready to get married? Hell no! But what were you supposed to do?

God, what would your parents say about this? Marrying a man nearly 20 years your senior. Did you love him? Of course!

….well…..maybe…… you definitely felt a strong connection with him……. so then what was this dread?

It was just anxiety. It had to be. After all, you had never planned to get married in the first place. You’d seen one too many marriages fail, one too many couples grow to hate each other and you’d sworn it off.

It wasn’t that you hated marriage in particular, you’d seen plenty of happily married people, you suppose it was just the fact that in your mind, it was impossible for you to be one of those happily married people.

You’d never been good at relationships. In fact, your current relationship had been eerily long. Usually, something would’ve happened by now. You would’ve walked in on him cheating, or you would’ve woken up to all of his stuff gone. But that hadn’t happened yet.

So maybe it was love, you told yourself. Maybe he was the love of your life and you were ready to get married.

After all, 5 years is a crazy long time, right?

Far too long to stay with a man you didn’t love……right?

What had you gotten yourself into?

Within the week, your now fiance had booked a flight out to his home city, leaving you behind with a long wedding to-do list.

On the positive side, after your initial dread spiral, you were feeling much better. You reminded yourself that everything happened for a reason and that there was no reason that your marriage couldn’t be any less fulfilling than the last five years had been.

You reminded yourself that your partner had stuck with you for five years, that kind of stuff doesn’t just happen to people who aren’t ready for marriage.

Anyways, you felt much better….. Happy even.

Your parents definitely could’ve taken the news of you marrying an older man…… better….. But at the end of the day, they admitted that as long as you were happy… they were too.

In all honesty, you think that they were mostly just relieved that you found someone to marry you.

Your family would never say it out loud, but you often thought that none of them believed you would ever find someone to be with. Deep down you felt like your parents always betted on your siblings for things like inlaws and grandchildren.

And you couldn’t blame them necessarily. You weren’t the conventional definition of beauty (a fact that all of your exes had brought to your attention sooner or later) and you definitely didn’t have low standards.

This meant that you forever lived in a limbo of never being “good enough” or “pretty enough” but never being willing to settle. So where did that leave you?

Alone.

Alone until you found your fiance.

To be honest, it was rough at first. He was this bigshot investor that was only slightly younger than your father and for some reason, he’d taken an interest in you, his (used to be) intern.

At first, you ignored the attention, young and uncomfortable with the idea that an older man could find you desirable. In your field, you were used to all of the finance bros, who wanted you in the bedroom but never in public.

But slowly, as he managed to worm his way into your daily schedule, you found yourself warming up to him. He’d walk past your desk each day, sometimes leaving you a coffee with a little winking face drawn on the side, sometimes he would smooze as you took the elevator with him, but most of the time it was him just making small comments along the lines of “you take care of me so well,” or “I’m lucky to have you looking out for me” which slowly transitioned into “i love the way you take care of me” and “am I lucky enough to take you to dinner”

Before you knew it, five years had passed. And while you’d technically never defined your relationship in words, or moved in with each other, or even met each other's families, you still thought of yourselves as dating…. well……engaged now.

You looked down at the to-do list that sat on the cafe table. Most of it was fairly straightforward, arrange the flowers, get the caterer, cake-tasting, wine-tasting, the list went on.

The one bullet point on the list that definitely wasn’t straightforward was the last one.

Invite Matsukawa

Apparently, your beloved fiance had an estranged brother. A younger brother whom he hadn’t spoken to for the last 10 years.

An estranged brother that you were in charge of tracking down and inviting to your wedding.

What could possibly go wrong?

He was a fucking mortician.

That's what could go wrong.

Your fiance had given you a little bit of background on his brother, and from the sounds of it, he seemed to be a fairly normal person. But come on…. How many normal people were morticians?

But nevertheless, you had told your fiance that you would do it. You would do it so that he could reunite with his brother and restore their relationship. Would it be a little weird for you? Yes. But it seemed that recently you’d been kicked out of your comfort zone, and apparently weren’t allowed back in.

So you’d looked up the address to the funeral home Matsukawa worked at, and decided that your goal for the day was to somehow convince him to come to his brother’s wedding.

Now all you had to do was work up the nerve to go in and actually talk to him.

You glanced out of the cafe’s window at the funeral home.

It’s not like it was overwhelmingly off-putting. It looked crisp and clean, a great place to bring your recently lost loved one……. But that didn’t mean it didn’t still give you the heebie-jeebies.

You looked back down at your coffee. There was probably only a sip or two left, which meant that you could no longer put this off.

Hesitantly, you left the coffee shop, holding your almost empty coffee cup as a shield of sorts as you approached the front doors of the funeral home.

You opened the doors.

It was quiet.

As to be expected.

You walked up to the empty reception desk, inspecting it for some kind of bell or button to alert someone of your arrival, but much to your dismay there was no such thing.

You looked around you, there wasn’t much to see in the lobby area, an expensive-looking rug, a nice velvet-covered loveseat, and a couple of potted plants…. Other than that there really wasn’t-

“-Fucking christ!” you gasped, jumping at the sight of a man's disembodied head peering through an open cut out in the wall.

You clutched your chest, trying to recover as he simply watched you, not even bothering to move. All the man did was grin at you, having the audacity to chuckle at your display of fright.

“Shit…” you breathed, turning your back to the man while trying to regain the quickly diminishing confidence that you had, you know, the confidence that was barely there to begin with.

A couple of deep breaths later, you decided that you felt stable enough to face the mystery man again. Now that the initial surprise/fear had passed, only dread and a smidge of anger remained.

Like, who the fuck would do that?? For all they know, you were a prospecting customer who’d just lost a loved one and you were greeted with the harrowing sight of a man’s head in a window.

You turned around, not sure if you should demand an apology, or issue one, when you were greeted with the sight of perhaps the prettiest man you’d ever seen.

Yes, he was the same weird man that had literally just pretended to be a severed head, but hey… first impressions were rough.

You opened your mouth to speak, still unsure of what to say, but thankfully, he spoke first.

“Sorry about that, it’s never gone over well and yet I keep trying.”

Wow his voice was deep, but not deep like ‘trying to be deep’ or even like ‘just woke up deep’ it was just… deep.

It was nice.

You were engaged.

Why was that so hard to remember?

You let out a small laugh before clearing your throat.

“Well, it was… interesting, I’ll give you that.”

He gave you another lopsided grin, but said nothing, forcing you to try and remember why you walked into the building in the first place.

Fiance’s brother. Right.

“Anyways, I’m here today because I’m looking for Maksukawa, is he working today?”

“Is something wrong” he asked, a much more acceptable mask of professionalism slipping over his features. You shifted from heel to heel, wondering if you should really tell this man about your fiance’s private family life.

“Nope, just here to talk with him.” you settled on that. Surely you wouldn't be asked for more.

“How do you know him?”

Of fucking course you’d be asked for more. Because having things go your way is just too much to ask.

“Oh, I’m just his brother’s fiance.” you said, trying to keep your voice light and unworried.

But as soon as you said it, the man’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw (which was gorgeously sharp) became set.

And while that reaction was a little weird, and definitely raised a little suspicion, you decided to ignore it and press forward.

“You see, I’m here to invite him to the wedding on behalf of my fiance.” You took a step closer to the desk that the man had retreated behind as you said it, trying your best to keep your shoulders squared and the pep in your step.

“He’s not interested.” the man, who had been nothing if not good-natured up till now, turned away, affirming your suspicions.

“You’re Matsukawa aren’t you?”

He ignored you and instead turned to head back through a set of swinging doors behind him, leaving you slack jawed and speechless.

Your partner had warned you of his brother’s standoffishness, but when you’d asked about why they hadn’t talked in 10 years, you received no clear answer. But judging by the way Matsukawa just left you in the dust, something big must’ve happened.

Nevertheless, you weren’t one to step down from a fight, no matter how scared or uncomfortable you were, so you followed him through the back doors into a little room with lockers lining the wall.

“I’m right, right? You’re Matsukawa?”

His back was facing you as he closed the door to his locker, his shoulders were definitely tensed but not nearly as much as one would expect considering the fact you were definitely not allowed back here, a rule which you rudely defied.

“My friends call me Issei.”

“Okay Issei, I’m here to-”

He turned towards you, his eyes flicking over your body once, before cutting you off.

“I said my friends, not some kid who's marrying my bastard brother.”

Once again, your jaw dropped. What the fuck was it about these brothers making you at a complete loss for words?

“Excuse me?”

Seriously, did their mother not raise them properly?

Their mother. That’s why you were there. Their mother is dying and her dying wish was for her son to be married.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before continuing before you lost your nerve.

“Listen, I’m just here to invite you to the wedding. I’m not sure what went down between you and your brother, but I do know that he wants you at our wedding. Anyways, he’s family and family forgives each other, so please just take this.”

You held out the RSVP invitation to Issei, you set your jaw firmly and squared yourself in front of him, showing him that you wouldn’t tuck your tail and run.

He looked you up and down again. You tried not to focus on how his gaze made your stomach flip and your ears burn.

“How old are you?” He asked, his eyes landing on the invitation pinched between your prettily manicured fingers.

“Does it matter?”

Issei’s eyes traveled up your wrist to your arm, then shoulder, then neck, before finally landing on your face. He grinned at the look on your face, because while it was clear you were trying to keep a fire in your eyes, you were just about as intimidating as a puppy.

“It does.”

“Can I ask why?”

Issei took a step forward, narrowing the distance between the two of you until there was only a couple of inches.

“Because I know how old my brother is, and I wanna know why a girl who was in diapers when he was joining a frat is standing in front of me, saying she’s his fiance.”

Your eyes, which had been locked on his, standing your ground, flicked to the ground.

“So what is it, the money? The house? Did he accidentally knock you up? Let me guess, he’s your boss and you just wanted to stay his favorite, you didn’t even mean to get that drunk at the company party. Is that it? Or did you-”

Before you knew what was happening, you’d already reached your hand between the two of you and slapped Issei across the face.

For the first time since you’d met him, that stupid grin was gone, and in its place a look of surprise. You spoke before he could.

“Listen here,” you said in a low tone, trying to keep your voice from shaking due to the adrenaline flooding through your body,

“You don’t know me. You’ve never met me, never talked to me, and you sure as hell have never gotten close enough for me to disclose jack shit to you, much less how I met and got involved with your brother. I get that you guys don’t like each other, but that is no fucking reason to get pissy with me. In fact, how dare you talk about me like that? It doesn’t matter if your brother wronged you a thousand times over, you have no right to talk to me in that disgusting manner.”

You stopped to take a breath, closing your eyes so that you wouldn’t see Issei and chicken out of your speech.

“Now. I’m leaving, and I’m leaving you with the invitation to this stupid fucking wedding. You can come or not, I don’t care. Goodbye.”

Before he could respond you turned on your heel and fled back through the set of double doors, back into the safety of the main lobby. Once you were on the street again, you let yourself slow down, releasing the breath you’d been subconsciously holding.

You couldn’t believe that you’d done that, it was almost like you’d blacked out. You really couldn't even remember what you’d said. Oh god, hopefully you didn’t say anything too rash.

Even if Issei deserved it, he was your partner’s brother…..

….maybe you were too harsh.

You scolded yourself as you walked down the street, trying as best as you could not to look like a crazy person, muttering to yourself as you made your way back to your apartment.

The guilt and worry of what you’d said and how you’d behaved was eating at you. Did Issei deserve to be slapped? Yes! 100 fucking percent he deserved it.

But still….

If he hated his brother before you’d done that, he most definitely hated him even more now.

Maybe, you thought as you laid down to sleep, you could try and go by the funeral home tomorrow to smooth things over.

Maybe you could use the stress of the wedding as an excuse to why you’d slapped him, yeah…that was a good idea.

…or at least the best idea you had.

And while you tossed and turned with guilt over slapping your fiance's younger, very good-looking brother, Issei was in a similar boat.

Well… kind of.

He didn’t necessarily feel guilty over how he treated you. He was just being honest, there was no way in hell he’d attend his lousy brother’s wedding, that bastard could apologize a thousand times over for what he’d done and Issei still wouldn’t forgive him.

No, what he did feel guilty about though is the fact that he pretty much blew any chance he had of seeing you again.

If Issei was a better person he’d feel guilty about his feelings for you, fortunately he never claimed to be one.

He’d given up on sleeping hours ago, the only thing that closing his eyes got him was visions of you. The look on your face when you scolded him, the sting that your palm had left against his jaw.

And christ your body….

If Issei had believed in God, you were definitely her.

He could drown in you if you’d only let him.

So without any other way to soothe himself or fall asleep, he drank. A little too much if he’s being honest. So much that he didn’t even care when his neighbors slammed on his walls to tell him to turn his records down.

He preferred to sulk this way. That was what he was doing, sulking over a beautiful woman that he’d never see again, over a woman who was going to marry his brother, his enemy.

And as the night went on, the bottle of booze in his hand emptied further, until he nearly saw double as he worked on anything to distract himself from thoughts of you.

Perhaps when he said you were God he meant the opposite, God could never plague him like you were. You were a devil, a devil committed to his devil brother…. The thought made him feel a little better. Not much of course.

He eventually called into work, leaving some half-ass excuse on their answering machine as to why he wouldn’t be coming in that day, before dragging himself to bed. He was drunk enough to sleep, but not drunk enough to escape dreams of you.

The next morning, bright and early, you stood outside of the funeral home with two fresh coffees in hand and an optimistic smile on your face. Today was the day that you would convince Issei to come to the wedding if it was the last thing you did.

To be honest, you were completely ready to give up and tell your fiance that his brother had died some terrible death within the last 10 years, but as soon as you’d heard his voice over the phone, asking if you’d been able to convince Issei yet, you chickened out of it.

You didn’t know if you were just feeling extra sentimental or if it was your fiance whining about how now that his mother is dying, family is the most important thing, but you now stood on the sidewalk in front of Issei’s workplace with a renewed vigor and immovable stubbornness.

You walked into the building, scanning the lobby, making sure that Issei wasn’t pretending to be a floating head again.

You frowned at the sight of an empty lobby, walking slowly up to the desk as if you were expecting the gorgeous mortician to jump out at you at any moment.

“Hello?” you called out, trying to crane your neck to look through the small windows of the double set of doors that you’d been through yesterday.

“Hi there!” you heard a new voice come from a different direction.

When you turned your head, you were slightly disappointed to find an unfamiliar young woman, dressed in black, smiling as she walked behind the desk to help you.

“Hello,” you replied, trying to hide your disappointment with a small smile, “I’m looking for Matsukawa, is he here?”

“He actually called in sick today, I’m sorry.”

Your shoulders must’ve sagged a little because the woman looked at you curiously, her eyebrow raising.

“Can I ask why you’re asking for him?”

“Oh it’s nothing,” you sighed, “I’m just engaged to his brother and I’m supposed to convince him to come to the wedding. We got off on the wrong foot yesterday so I thought I’d swing by today and try again.”

The look of shock on the woman’s face was enough to make you straighten your back and hold your coffee a little closer to your body. She must’ve noticed your discomfort as she quickly apologized.

“Sorry, I just totally didn’t expect that to be the reason…. I feel really bad telling you this, but I don’t think you should waste any time on that. Issei hates his brother.”

So Issei’s coworker knows what happened but you don’t? Was your fiance trying to set you up for failure???

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened?”

A look came over the woman’s face, that look that says ‘I’m not supposed to be talking about this, but I absolutely LOVE talking about it’. She leaned over the counter, gesturing you to lean in closer.

“Ten years ago, Issei was engaged to this woman, beautiful girl, a real pretty lady, they’d met in school and decided to get married young so they could start having kids. So one day, Issei gets off work a little early, so he decides to surprise her at her place, and what does he find when he gets there? His brother, buck-naked in her bed.”

“No!” you gasped, horrified at the image of your fiance home-wrecking his brother.

“Yes! So Issei’s pissed right? Screaming and throwing shit everywhere, his fiance’s crying, the neighbors are yelling, and what does his brother do?”

The look of suspense on your face was prominent enough to make the woman behind the desk grin as she paused in dramatic effect.

“He tells Issei that it’s been going on for months and that they’re running off together.”

“What?” you scoff, leaning back away from the woman in awe.

You couldn’t believe what you’d heard. Is that really the kind of man you were about to marry?

“Worst part about it, is that since Issei’s so much younger than his brother, the girl wasn’t any older than 20 while Issei’s brother was nearly thirty six!”

“So what happened?” You asked, feeling slightly faint at the overwhelming amount of information you’d received.

“Nothing, Issei was heart broken, his brother ran off with his girl and there was nothing he could do about it. That’s why they haven't talked in 10 years. And from the sound of it, the whole family took the brother’s side so now Issei doesn't talk to them either.”

You wondered if you looked like a gaping fish at the moment as you grappled with yourself, trying to find words to say. You couldn't believe that your fiance could do something so heinous.

He stole the love of his brother’s life, and obviously it never went further than an affair because he’d never even mentioned his ex to you.

Of course, now that you thought about it, he didn’t mention much of anything to you.

The woman must’ve seen the turmoil on your face and taken pity on you because she reached under the desk and pulled a sticky pad and pen out and started jotting things down.

“Anyways, I’m just gonna give you his address, it’s not too far from here. Swing by if you're brave enough, but now that you know the history, you can’t blame him if he doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

You nodded and thanked her as she handed you the sticky note.

“Now that I know, the only thing I feel is guilty about how I treated him yesterday.” you looked up at the woman, offering a grateful smile “thank you for telling me.”

She waved you off as you began leaving the lobby, “Don’t mention it, I hope everything works out the way it should!”

With one last thank you, you left the funeral home and started off down the street towards Issei’s apartment. With the newfound knowledge of the brother’s history you now realized that asking Issei to come to the wedding was like asking him to reopen old wounds.

And hell, with what you just found out you weren’t sure you wanted to marry this guy anymore. You know what they say, once a cheater, always a cheater. Could you really trust that he hadn’t done the exact same to you in the last five years?

Anyways, the very least you could do now was apologize to Issei and hope that the two of you could treat this like water under the bridge.

So that’s where you’d gotten to where you were. Sitting at his kitchen table as you watched him nurse his hangover with the coffee you brought him and a plate of breakfast that you’d cooked for him.

You watched as he poked at the eggs with his fork.

“Sorry, I didn’t know how you liked them.” you apologized, your voice coming out much squeakier than indentinded. But based on the fact that you were sitting across from perhaps the most gorgeous man you’d ever met who still had bed head and was only sporting a loose fitting pair of black sweatpants, you’d say you were doing pretty good at keeping your voice calm.

“No, they’re good… thank you..” Issei muttered, keeping his eyes on his plate. He couldn’t look up at you right now.

The first thing he’d woken up to this morning was you knocking on his door, and normally that wouldn't have been so bad. In fact, he could think of few things better than the sight of a pretty girl waiting for him on his doorstep. The only reason he didn’t enjoy your early morning visit was because it gave him no time to take care of his raging morning wood, which was significantly worse than usual thanks to you being the star of his dreams the night before.

He glanced up from his plate, trying to sneak a glance at you as you concerned yourself with the view from his kitchen window.

You were even more stunning in the morning light, the sun outlining the soft curve of your chin as you smiled at the city's skyline.

He looked back down at his breakfast, not nearly as appetizing as the sight sitting across from him.

“Anyways,” you said, breaking the silence as you watched him near the end of his breakfast, clearing the plate of the last slice of toast. “I wanted to come by and apologize for how I acted yesterday, I was-”

Before you could even finish the apology, he held a hand up to stop you.

“Don’t even mention it, I was out of line.”

You frowned as he got up to put his plate in the sink behind him.

“Okay….” you said, unsure of how to approach the next topic, “well, I also wanted to talk to you about the wedding,”

As soon as the word ‘wedding’ came out of your mouth you saw his (very nicely built) back tense. So you rushed to finish the sentence as fast as you could to prevent him from completely shutting you out.

“But-more-importantly-I-wanted-to-apologize-for-what-your-brother-did-to-you…”

“What?”

You saw the tick in his jaw and the stern look on his face as he turned towards you. You couldn't help but shrink in on yourself a little, this was the first time you’d seen him as anything but aloof, and to say it was… intimidating… was an understatement.

Hot?.... Yes definitely… but also very intimidating.

“Why would you apologize for that?”

It was a fair question, especially considering that you were also starting to have the sneaking suspicion that you were a victim of infidelity as well. Just because you never caught it, doesn’t mean it never happened.

“I just-”

“-You know what,” he cut you off, holding a palm up to you, “why don’t you let me get cleaned up a little and then I can take you somewhere a little nicer to talk about this.”

Your eyes widened and you felt your face start to heat up at the idea of “going somewhere” to “talk” with this man.

You dreaded what he meant by ‘clean up’, the idea that he’d be showering with only a door or a room, at most, between you was making you ashamedly wet.

You could only pray that Issei didn’t notice the way you unconsciously squirmed in your seat.

And lucky for you, he didn’t. He was far too busy trying to figure out how to get himself to his bathroom without you noticing the sizable tent he could feel beginning to pitch. The only thing helping calm him down from being in the same room as you was the painful reminder that you were his brother’s fiance, along with the mention of what his brother had done to him 10 years ago.

“Okay. I’ll just wait here” you said, nodding as you focused your gaze on your lap, desperately trying to hide your look of embarrassment from Issei as he walked past you to his bedroom.

He closed the door with some kind of ‘make yourself at home’ comment, but once again, you were too preoccupied with your own arousal and ergo embarrassment to reply.

It was only when you’d calmed down a bit did you get up and explore the living room of his apartment. You were surprised to find it littered with not only human anatomy books and atlases (which was to be expected considering his career) but also with books filled with art, and even sketchbooks filled with what you assumed to be his own drawings.

In fact, now that you were looking closer, you could tell that Issei was something of an artist as well, the biggest hint being an easel and half-painted canvas in the corner of the room.

You couldn't help yourself, and went to inspect the work. When you got closer you could see the faint sketch lines on the canvas, and when you looked up from the painting to the window that it faced you saw the pieces of paper taped to the window, references for the painting.

You wanted to say that the painting of the woman was embarrassing. You wanted to say that the sketches of her nude body were scandalous, but you couldn't help but fixate on the beauty of Issei’s work.

The drawings made you feel warm inside, they made you feel seen.

If you squinted, the woman in the drawings almost looked like what you saw when you looked in the mirror. Of course you’d never seen anyone like yourself depicted in any art, so the feeling was definitely new but for some reason, you couldn't stop the warmth that started in your chest from traveling down to rest between your thighs.

And the more you looked at the drawings, the worse it got, as you noticed more sketches, some having the plus size woman drawn in different lewd poses, her curves almost highlighted due to the morning light coming through the paper.

You got so lost in the art that it almost felt like you were the woman in the drawings and that you could feel Issei watching you… memorizing your shape so that he could sketch you.

Your whole body was on fire as your fingers brushed against the papers on the window, tracing the figures outlines with one hand while gliding across your own outline with the other.

Normally you wouldn’t be caught dead acting like this, but it was like Issei’s work had you in a trance. The art mixed with the idea that there was a wet and very naked Issei less than 20 feet away from you had gone straight to your head, almost making you dizzy.

You didn’t know how long you’d been looking at the sketches, and you definitely hadn’t known that Issei had walked out of his bedroom to find you staring at his work a couple of minutes ago.

He knew that he should’ve at least tried to hide all of the shameless drawings of you, for god’s sake he’d only met you for 10 minutes yesterday. But you had haunted him, the only way he was able to sleep last night was after drawing you in all of the poses he longed to see you in.

So he stood silently in the doorway, watching as you traced his work, did you not realize it was you that he had drawn? Unless you were some sort of exhibitionist, you’d never be okay with some strange man you’d just met drawing you, much less drawing you as a nude model.

He let it go on for another minute or two, he wanted to let himself memorize your body again, he didn't know if he’d ever have another chance to see you and he’d be damned if he let his painting go unfinished. But even as he watched you, committing your shape to memory, he couldn’t help the nagging desire to touch you, he told himself that he wanted to feel you because it’d make his art better, he told himself there was no other motive.

He watched you finally move to the painting, watching you, he feared that if he let you continue you’d recognize yourself seeing as the painting held more color and detail.

“What do you think of it?” He asked, making you gasp as you jumped and whirled around to face him.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to snoop!” your eyes were wide and panicked, and yet he didn’t see any hint of recognition in them, hopefully meaning you still were unaware that you were the art’s model.

“Don’t apologize…. But please… I want to know what you think.”

You shyly turned back towards the canvas, not brave enough to compliment him to his face.

“It’s beautiful… you’re really good.” you breathed, the heat almost unbearable now that he was in the room.

“Only as good as my model.” he chuckled.

“Well she’s beautiful.” you complimented.

You were ashamed to admit the twinge of jealousy you felt towards the model. You had to remember that you were engaged…. Well at least for now….. in a week…. who knows?

“I think so too.” Issei mumbled from behind you, you could hear him moving but you still didn’t have the courage to turn back around.

You’d hoped that Issei couldn’t detect your arousal, but, of course, he could. What kind of artist would he be if he couldn’t observe? How else would he have looked at you close enough to paint you after just one meeting?

That said, Issei was more than pleased to know that you wanted him just as urgently as he needed you. He wondered if you’d lost sleep over it like him. Even at the risk of sounding naive or rash he wanted to ask you if you’d thought of him last night, as you walked home alone, as you slipped on your night clothes, as you drifted off to sleep.

He felt like a love-sick puppy, a feeling he hadn’t let himself feel ever since the love of his life walked out on him. Of course, with you standing in front of him who knows if she’s truly been his soulmate. If she had been his soulmate then why did you make him feel like this?

“Do you-” the words died on your tongue as you turned to find Issei directly behind you. The two of you were now close enough for him to see the way your breath caught in your chest.

You knew you should’ve stepped back, even risked knocking over the painting to get away, but it felt like your feet were superglued to the floor. You could hear Issei’s heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at you, staring into your eyes as you couldn’t help but stare back.

“Don’t you recognize her?” he whispered, his eyes darting down to your lips.

“I’m sorry?”

Your voice was barely audible, but at least it wasn’t shaking as Issei rested his hands on our shoulders and guided you to turn back towards the painting.

“Isn’t she familiar?”

His lips were right next to your right ear now, his breath warm as it tickled your jaw.

You stayed silent as you tried to focus on the artwork, somewhere deep inside, you knew exactly where this was going, but you had no power to stop it. You didn’t even think you wanted to.

“I don’t know” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt Issei’s palms travel down your sides to rest on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin ever so slightly.

“Look again.” he urged, placing his teeth over your pulse, scraping the skin as he started to massage your hips.

You forced your eyes open, your vision feeling unfocused as you tried to search for familiarity in the lines. It was only when Issei turned your body away from the painting, causing your eyes to drift to the full length mirror propped against a bookshelf, that you gasped in realization.

It was you.

And holy shit was that hot.

You felt Issei grin against your skin, that grin you’d seen him constantly sporting since he’d met you, and you couldn’t stop the quiet whine from leaving your chest.

You pressed yourself back into him, feeling him pressed against the curve of your ass, making him groan.

“Fuck…” he hissed, his hips jerked at the unexpected pressure, making you giggle in response.

He backed away from you, grinning to himself when you spun around, your lips downturned in disappointment.

“Come with me to bed.” He said, taking your hand in his.

You raised your eyebrow at him, a small smile coming over your face.

This morning was all the push you’d needed to break things off with his brother. You had definitely made up your mind to that. Plus…. even if Issei wasn’t looking for revenge against his brother… you were.

But still… that didn’t mean you didn’t want Issei to work for it.

“Hmm… why should I?” you teased, following his lead as he backed into his bedroom.

The grin never dropped from his face, if anything it got more confident. He knew he had you in the palm of your hand, but he also knew that you had him in the palm of yours.

“You really gonna make me beg for it sweetheart?” he asked, pulling you against him and switching your places. You bit your lip as you felt the bed pressing up against the backs of your legs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down till his face was level with yours.

“You would look good on your knees.” you whispered, your lips brushing his.

You felt him twitch against your hip as he cursed under his breath, looking away from your eyes.

Issei knew he needed to pace himself, if you kept teasing him like that this would be over before it started and he definitely couldn’t have that happening.

“Wait, what’re you- hey!” you gasped as Issei pushed you back to where you were sitting on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” you asked as you cautiously watched him lower himself to his knees, his hands spreading your legs to let him kneel between your thighs.

“I thought you wanted me to beg…” he teased, laying his cheek against the inside of one of your spread thighs as he looked up at you.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Your brain was short wiring at the sight of the dark haired man kneeling between your legs, his hands were so big, his fingers gripping your calves, coaxing you to spread your legs further for him.

You said nothing as you tangled your fingers through his hair, pulling softly to force his gaze up to yours.

His face was red and his pupils blown out, the sight was so erotic you thought you’d cum on the spot. You didn’t know anyone could ever find you this attractive, but as he let out a quiet whine, staring at you through half-lidded eyes, you realized a scary thought.

The thought that this man might want you even more than you wanted him.

“please…” he mumbled, pressing his head into your hand, willing you to guide him where he so desperately wanted to be. “...wanna taste you…”

You felt like you’d taken a nine-iron to the chest. But god did you feel powerful.

You tightened your grip on his hair, as you felt him work off your pants, pulling your soaked panties off with them, biting his lip at the feeling of the damp spot in the center of them.

“You’re so pretty….” you sighed, letting him go to rake your fingers over his scalp, “You wanna eat me out?”

He nodded, his tongue wetting his lips as he practically drooled over the sight of your bare cunt.

He wanted to paint you like this, spread out for him like a fucking masterpiece. But that would have to wait.

He could feel his head weeping against the front of his sweatpants, he’d (thankfully) gone commando in hopes of being where he was now, unfortunately that meant the feeling of the fleece lining was unbearable as he tried to ignore it, focusing on your pleasure first.

Without another word, you laced your fingers back through his hair and pushed his head down between your legs, gasping as you felt his lips quickly attach to your clit, wrapping around it and sucking, making your thighs snap shut around his head.

“fuck….” you gasped, obviously not expecting that overwhelming intensity right out of the gate.

Issei just moaned into you, bucking his hips at the feeling of your thighs pressed against his ears, he ran his hands up your legs to your stomach, guiding you to lay down on your back before hiking your knees over his shoulders.

And despite your position above him, you were completely powerless to his touch, leaning when he told you to, hesitantly opening your legs back up to allow him greater access.

When Issei felt your thighs loosen around his head he nearly cried, but he would have your legs wrapped around his head again, for now he needed to bring you to orgasm as fast as possible.

He pushed you further back onto the bed, helping you lay on your back as he repositioned himself between your legs, his hips pressing his hardened cock into the bedsheets.

His lips pressed to the insides of your thighs, sucking bruises into the skin as your fingers grasped at the sheets behind you.

“You’re so pretty” he muttered into your skin, looking up at you in awe as your chest heaved.

You doubt that you looked any kind of attractive right now, and yet Issei stared up at you like a sinner to a priestess.

“Please…” you gasped, your back arching away from the bed.

“Shhhh… I know…” he whispered, his mouth traveling back to your core, his tongue dipping between your folds, making you practically cry for more.

Issei’s brows were knit together, all of his being focused on not cumming in his pants from your taste. He wanted more…. he needed more.

“please…” he whimpered “...can I use my fingers?”

“N-mhm- yes..yes-please….” you gasped, crying out because as soon as you said it two of his fingers bullied their way into your pussy.

You cried from the burn of it, which melted into moans as his lips soothed your clit while his fingers curled inside of you.

It was gentle at first, he settled on warming you up to his fingers, gently pulling and pushing them in and out of you, kissing your clit with each plea or whine.

But as soon as he felt you relax, it started. He began with just sissoring his fingers inside of you, wanting to stretch you out for his cock before you came.

But as soon as you whimpered the words “..’m close Issei..” he abandoned all patience, pressing his fingers into your g-spot as he scraped his teeth against your clit, making you cry out.

You tried to close your legs around his head again, but he caught one of your thighs with his free hand and pressed it back down against the bed, forcing you to stay open for him.

You tossed your head against the sheets, whining how good it was as Issei buried his fingers into you again and again, pushing at your g-spot until you felt you high coming towards you like a freight train.

“Fuck…-gonna cum…Issei, ‘m gonna cum…”

“Shit..” Issei moaned against your clit, making you jerk against his face, your stomach clenching at the vibrations it sends through your body.

“come on, Sweetheart…. I want you to cum from my fingers…..please…”

Issei leaned back to watch your face as you came, feeling his cock twitch desperately in his pants at the sight of you gasping for air as your legs twitched beside his head.

You couldn’t form a single thought as you felt the wave of your orgasm wash over you, making your mind fuzzy as tears threatened to fall down your face.

Issei worked you through your orgasm, whispering praise against your thighs as he pressed his thumbs into your hips, massaging his fingers into the curve of your ass.

Eventually he worked his way back up your body until his chest covered yours and his hips ground against your thigh, reminding you that this was very much, not over.

Issei could look at you forever. If he thought you were beautiful before, you were absolutely breathtaking now, basking in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

God he needed you. He was convinced he’d need you for the rest of his life.

Still breathless from your high, you hooked a hand around the back of Issei’s neck and pulled him towards you, catching his lips in yours.

He moaned as your fingers pressed into his nape, encouraging him to deepen the kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He could feel his brain getting fuzzier by the second, he wanted to cum.

bad.

And you could tell with the way he tried to angle his hips away from you, trying to create the least amount of friction against himself as possible.

It was almost cute in a way, it’d been a while since someone needed you this badly, like a hormonal teenager. The only reason it wasn’t cute was because you needed him just as badly. You were ready for him now, your core twitching at the thought of it.

Before Issei knew what had happened, you flipped the two of you around, pinning him to the mattress as your ass rested dangerously snug against his clothed cock.

“Wai-” he started but you cut him off, pressing one of your perfectly manicured nails to his lips.

“It's my turn to have fun.” you said, offering a playful wink before crawling back down the bed to come face to face with his erection.

You could tell that it was painful by now, the only thing preventing it from standing to its full potential was his sweatpants.

Issei thanked god they were black, he’d leaked so much pre by now it probably looked like he already lost it.

Not that you would’ve minded, in fact you were face to face with his tent wishing the pants were gray for that exact reason.

You decided not to be cruel and pulled his pants down, trying (and failing) to hide your surprise when he finally sprang free.

“Fuck…” Issei gasped above you, his fingers gripping his bedsheets, trying not to cum from the look in your eyes.

“You’re so pretty Issei…” you swooned, he winced as your fingers wrapped around him, making you giggle. “Such a pretty boy…” you gave an experimental tug, biting your lip when his hips jumped off of the bed and a whimper slipped out of him.

“Do you want me to help you feel good, pretty?”

Issei could feel his face burn in humiliation as he nodded feverishly, he couldn’t help it, he’d do whatever you told him to no matter how embarrassing, for you, he’d do it.

You moaned as you took him into your mouth, your hand using his precum to stroke what couldn’t fit.

“Fuck…” Issei whined, his hips twitching out of his control with the way you worked him.

He felt like he couldn't breathe, and you only made it worse as you came off of him, only to turn your focus downwards, wrapping your tongue around his balls, taking them into your mouth.

“Shit… wai-fuck…”

You went back to his head, swiping your tongue across the slit, flicking your wrist as you stroked him closer to his high. You knew that he was close by the way his knuckles were white, gripping the sheets as he gasped and panted above you, begging you to slow down.

He really did look so pretty like this, biting his bottom lip while he tried not to cum too soon. It suited him much better than that stupid fucking smirk he always had on.

“Come on Issei…” you coaxed, your hand quickening its pace as his breathing grew even more ragged, “show me how good you feel…”

Issei made the mistake of peering down at your face, you were staring at him through your lashes, biting your lip as you grinned. That’s what made him lose it, the sight of you making him grunt and shake as he released, whimpering as you made a show of catching it on your tongue.

“What a good boy…” you praised, licking up anything that managed to land on his pelvis, enjoying the feeling of his hips shaking beneath your taste buds.

“It’s too bad though…” you said, sticking your bottom lip out in a fake pout as you sat back on your knees watching as Issei’s head raised off the bed to look at you, “‘cause I’m not tired yet.”

You giggled as Issei’s head dropped back down with a groan, he obviously knew where this was going.

You crawled back over him, positioning your hips over his, stroking him, trying to get him hard again.

“Wait” he pleaded, 2 minutes, that’s all he needed and then he could do it again, he just needed two minutes.

You decided to be nice and settled on just grinding against him.

“you’re no fun.” you mumbled, leaning down to leave your own bite marks, something you didn’t doubt he’d done to you already.

You settled on his chest, admiring how soft his skin was, you bit into it, surprised at how hard the muscle was below.

Yes, you knew that he was really fucking built when you saw him in just his sweatpants, you even knew he was built when you saw just how broad his shoulders looked in his nicely tailored work suit, but you were surprised just how strong he felt under your fingertips.

Maybe it was the fact he’d let you take control this whole time that made you for some reason think that he couldn't pin you down if he wanted to, but now you knew, he definitely could.

And god was that a tempting image.

Knowing that he could easily overpower you, could easily force your face into the mattress as he fucked you, but chose to listen to you so nicely was so fucking attractive.

You felt yourself tighten around nothing, keening as your clit caught against the head of his cock when you rubbed yourself against him.

“So good…” you moaned, resting your forehead against his chest, grinding down on his cock.

Issei decided he’d had enough, he was ready whether his dick was hard again or not. Which it was. How could it not be with you on top of him? He could feel your arousal, it made it almost impossible not to just slip his cock into you.

“Please….” he breathed, “...fuck please….”

You giggled from your place above him, leaning back to where you sat against his hips, comfortably sat with him wedged between your thighs.

“Come on Issei….how should I know what you want me to do?….”

Issei just whined beneath you, his body practically shaking under your touch. You brought your hands up to rest on his chest rather than the sheets on either side of his head.

“Please…..” he gasped again, his toes curling into the sheets when your prettily manicured nails circled his nipples.

You just grinned, dragging your hands up his neck, circling to his nape to hold his head, forcing him to look into your half-lidded eyes.

You leaned down towards him, grinding down onto him as you placed pecks on his face, starting from the edge of his lips… then to the arch of his nose… and finally up across his jaw, landing next to his left ear.

“What honey….” you cooed, loving the way you could feel his chest heaving beneath yours as you pressed your tits to him, as if his brain had melted already.

Issei whined, pressing his eyes closed, trying not to cum like a fucking loser before he even had the chance to be inside of you.

“.... you want some pussy, Baby?...”

“Oh fuck…. Please-please-please…. want it so bad…” Issei whimpered, his fingers leaving the sheets to grip the fat of your hips, undoubtedly hard enough to bruise.

You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t so pathetic.

Without another word, you reached under you, and all in one go grabbed his cock and slid onto it, gasping as you took it to the hilt on the first try.

Issei’s vision went white as he felt you press yourself down onto him, the pulse of your cunt around him making him dizzy, making him whip his head away, trying to hide from you as he let out a choked sob, along with stuttered, breathy ‘thank you’s.

“Fuck baby…” you groaned, reaching back up to cradle issei’s face with your hands, “.....feel you in my fucking throat….”

“..yeah?..... can I move…fuck-please…” Issei pleaded, making you wince with the force that his nails were digging into your hips.

“Fuck…” you dropped your head down, pressing your face into the nook of his neck, trying to stay strong, trying to stay in control as you felt your brain going fuzzy and your tummy turn to jelly. “...yes… please fuck me-ahh-”

You weren’t even able to finish the sentence before Issei’s hips started snapping into you from underneath, the force of his thrusts bouncing you against his chest. You moaned, feeling the air getting repeatedly knocked out of your lungs.

“Shit- slow-slow down Issei…” you winced out, the feeling of him slamming into you so fast was too much too early. If he kept going like this you’d both be done in no time.

“not so much baby…” you said again, trying to catch Issei’s attention after failing the first time, but unfortunately for you he was long gone, the only thing on his mind was pounding into you until you came all over his cock.

Issei couldn’t even hear you as you begged once more for him to slow down, he coudln’t hear anything over the sounds of his own moans and grunts paired with his hard breaths and of course the wet sounds of your cunt as he fucked into you like a fucking rabbit in rut.

He swore to god that there was nothing better than this, than the sound of you moaning above him as he drilled into you, his hands gripping the swell of your ass as you bounced on his cock.

It wasn’t long before you gave up on trying to take it slow, releasing yourself to the pleasure of Issei’s cock pushing at your walls while you cried into his neck, whimpering encouragement into his skin, trying your best to meet his thrusts.

“Oh my goddd….” you gasped after a particularly hard thrust, feeling his tip ram against your cervix when he adjusted you on top of him, bringing his heels up to dig into the mattress to allow him to fuck you even harder.

Your chest was no longer resting against his as the new angle forced you to lean back, barely giving you time to bring your arms behind you to support yourself as he used you.

Issei almost cried at the new position, not only because now he could push into you faster and harder, but because now with every thrust he could watch the way your tits bounced and your eyes rolled back into your head.

He could feel the itch of his orgasm starting in his gut, making him panic at the thought of this ending, at the thought of you getting up and walking out of his life after he scares you away with his intensity. Incidentally, the panic is also what allowed him to finally tune back into his surroundings, tune back into anything other than the feeling of your cunt squeezing him.

“Isseiiiii…” he heard you beg, your voice further ripping him out of his trance, he stilled inside of you, despite every fiber of his being saying not to.

It was only when he stopped that he noticed the way your arms were shaking under you, threatening to give out.

“Fuck…” he said, scrambing to sit up further on the bed, wrapping his arms around your torso to pull you into him, allowing your arms to take a much needed break as he pulled your weight properly into his lap. “I’m sorry…” he whispered against your shoulder, “fuck ‘m sorry…. you just feel so good…”

He let you catch your breath, whispering apologies as he sucked more marks into your skin, his hips grinding his pelvis against your clit, making you gasp and keen as his tip rubbed against your g-spot inside of you.

This was almost worse than when he was moving, yeah it felt good, fuck it felt so good that you could barely remember your name, much less the reason you’d wanted him to slow down, but if he continued like this you knew you’d finish for a second time, and while you really wanted to finish, you wanted him to finish inside of you first.

“Issei…” you moaned, leaning away from him to look into his eyes, your cunt tightening around him at the sight of his blown out pupils and red cheeks, making him whine. “Issei let me lay down Baby…”

He nodded aimlessly, his eyes focused only on your tits as you slid off of him, laying down beside him, hoping he’d take the hint to climb over you and continue.

Thankfully he did, or at least got half of the hint. He climbed over you, his forearms framing your face as he resumed grinding himself against you, his cock slick with your arousal as it continued gliding between the folds of your pussy, the tip catching your clit with every stroke, making you both shake against each other.

“...ngh- please baby….” Issei whined against your neck, “...please lemme fuck….”

Your head was thrown back against the sheets, as you moaned out for him, wrapping your arms down and around him, raking your nails against his lower back, making him shiver and whine against you.

“Go ahead baby…” you urged, spreading your legs further for him, “...make me cum”

That was all Issei needed to resume the godless pace he’d set earlier, lining himself up with your hole before hammering you further into the mattress.

You gasped below him, once again feeling him deep enough to wonder if he’d somehow broken your cervix with the power behind his thrusts.

He was drunk on you, whining a repetitive ‘yes, yes, yes’ into your skin before you decidedly to shut him up, gripping his hair and guiding his mouth to one of your nipples.

You both moaned as he latched on, sucking hard enough to make your walls squeeze, practically choking his dick as he continued humping into you like a love-sick puppy. You could feel him twitching inside of you, telling you that he was also close.

“Fuck issei…” you begged, pressing his face closer to your chest, smothering him with your tits as he moaned and jerked into you.

At this point your couldn’t tell who was fucking who, with the way your hips were arching off of the mattress to meet his thrusts, making you both cry as his cock dragged against your insides perfectly.

“Fuck Issei, ‘m close…” you breathed, intentionally squeezing his cock, trying to get him to cum before you fell off that cliff.

He pulled himself off of your chest just long enough to whimper “fuck-me too baby…” before sending whiny vibrations back through your body as he licked and bit at your tits.

“Yeah?” you asked, “you gonna ask me if you can cum inside?”

You felt him jerk inside of you at the thought.

“D’ you wanna cum inside Issei?” you whispered into his ear, biting your lip as he nodded against you, his mouth never leaving your nipple but a pathetic whine coming out of the back of his throat as his thrusts started getting messy and out of sync.

You could both tell that the other was close, and while Issei desperately wanted to make you cum first, you both knew that he wasn’t the one in charge right now.

Issei fucked into you with a continuous stream of ‘please’ coming from his lips between each pant, his thrusts were getting sharper and off beat as he felt his balls starting to pull up, getting ready to shoot his load into you. But he was determined, he wanted to feel you creaming around his cock before he finally filled you.

But of course, you had other plans, your fingers reaching down to dig your nails into his ass cheeks, helping him keep the tempo of his hips slamming into you steady. Your cunt felt so fucking good for him, warm and tight and twitching as your release threatened to rear its head.

It was a silent battle of who’d break first, until you took his earlobe between your teeth and whispered into his ear.

“come on issei, give me your cum…. Please…”

That finally pushed him over the edge, making him cry against your chest as he tried to pull himself out of you to finish, thinking that you were just saying to finish inside to make him cum.

But as soon as you felt him try to pull out, you dug your nails deeper into the skin of his ass, pressing his body flush to yours as you felt the ropes of his cum start filling you up.

“Fuck… oh my god….” Issei gasped against you, his legs jerking and abs flexing against you as he felt you milking him dry.

The feeling of his cum pushed you into your release as well, making you throw your head back, mouth open as a silent moan ripped through you, your back arching as you felt yourself gushing, your mixed release dripping down your ass and Issei’s balls, no doubt soaking into Issei’s sheets.

Even if Issei said something to you right then, you didn’t hear it, it was like you lost all ability to do anything other than stare at the ceiling, feeling the waves of your orgasm rocking through your body.

And Issei honestly wasn’t much better, laying against your chest as his hips twitched in the aftermath, making you whine below him as his softening tip rubbed his cum into your raw walls.

Eventually though, Issei came back to, pushing himself back up onto his forearms to make sure you were ok. He just found you staring at his ceiling, your mind still blank and fucked out.

He brought a hand up, brushing your hair out of your face, kissing from your lips to your forehead, whispering ‘thank you’s’ and ‘you did so good for me’s’ as he gently pulled out and left to get a cloth to clean you up.

Somewhere along the process of Issei dragging the warm cloth across your skin, you remembered to feel self conscious due to the light streaming in through the bedroom window’s blinds.

Issei just tsked at your attempts to cover yourself with your hands, did you miss the last hour? He was fucking obsessed with you. You were fucking perfect to him. Fuck, not just to him, you were just perfect.

“Stop.” he grumbled, pulling your hand away from your stomach and replacing it with his own, gripping the plush of it between his fingers, groaning when you whined and jerked against him.

You just rolled your eyes, obviously it was pointless to argue with the man who’d just sucked your tits and gave you probably the strongest orgasm of your life.

“Whatever” you groaned, trying to push him away from you so you could at least retreat to the bathroom. Another plan, which he gladly spoiled as he latched onto you even tighter, abandoning the washcloth and opting to kiss across your neck, trying to distract you from the thought of leaving.

“Come on….” he whispered into your neck, pulling your body against him, groaning at the softness of it, “come take a shower with me… and then….” he reached down to your tits, tracing their outline again with his fingers.

“And then let me draw you again…”

“What am I gonna tell your brother?” you asked, hoping to kill the mood to at least be able to slip from Issei’s grasp, enough to let you leave both of the brothers’ lives without doing more damage.

But Issei just laughed, still tightening his hold on you, forcing you to stay with him in bed.

“Just tell him the truth”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” you said, side-eyeing Issei, watching him grin down at you with that familiar grin.

“That you’re gonna marry the better brother.”

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bokubear · 2 years

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Haikyuu!! — he has baby fever

❥ including ; ( timeskip! ) kiyoomi sakusa, osamu miya, akaashi keiji, daichi sawamura

❥ genre ; fluff, suggestive themes, mentions of pregnancy

❥ notes ; ahhh!! baby fever hits so hard in september :(

Sakusa isn’t one to leave notes all over, or hint at it. At least.. not where you can see. You’ll most likely notice him taking a little bit longer to stare at the baby clothes, or perhaps the cribs. That’s until he finds a MSBY onesie with his number on it that he rushes to you—urgently shoving it in your face with unfiltered happiness. It was enough to make your heart stop beating from how cute he was. “Kiyoomi.. Do you want to be a dad?” You whisper, glancing at the nearly bouncing Sakusa as he shows you to onesie which makes him stop in his tracks. His face flushed, the familiar fiddle with his fingers appearing. “Maybe..” he mumbles, pulling his mask further up his face. You giggle, receiving a betrayed expression from the opposite. And out of pettiness, you take it upon yourself to bug him about all the way home. “Boy or girl?” — “Hush.”

Osamu keeps you from doing anything. and by that i mean he becomes convinced you are pregnant ( in other words, he treats you like royalty. before you’d despised it and his sly smile, but being a princess wasn’t as bad as you thought not like you weren’t always treated like that. “ah ah, no lifting that it’s not good on your back.” the grey haired twin tutted, prying the box from your hands. “i’m not pregnant ‘samu…” you whined, osamu responding with that exact sly smile. “not yet.” you practically hiss at him, despite this still letting him feed you onigiri’s. Except for the one instance where you find a fantastic way to get revenge. Slipping into your shared bedroom, you lean against the doorframe—watching the unnecessarily hot cook laying on the bed give you a curious glance. “Since you were talking about a baby and all.” You begin, the man’s eyes bulging. “Really-“‘Joking joking.” He pouts as you laugh at his disappointed face, not anticipating for him to pick you up and drag you to the bedroom instead. “C’mon baby!” — “Hey!”

Akaashi mentions having a baby whilst his heads stuck in a parenting book. You hadn’t paid any attention to what he was reading until he said, “What do you think about a little girl?” You cocked a brow, tilting your head to read the title as the pieces for together. “I’d hope she has your eyes.” You chuckled, soaking up the way the editor’s cheeks progressively grow redder. It all started there. Little, settle things. It was precious. More than that. Simple train rides where he points out the places he’d want take her. Cafes the both of you visit daily where he’d buy her a hot chocolate in the cold Tokyo winters. Utterly heart-shattering. And the best is while you’re laying in bed, hearing a loud sigh from your lover. “Keiji?” You whisper, voice leaking concern. “I don’t know how I’ll handle two of you. Two of my worlds. I think my heart may just fail me.” God, he’s adorable.

Daichi hit the baby fever rampage on a peculiar day where it seemed the world dropped unlimited hints. In easier words, as a policeman the first moment struck while helping an expecting woman cross the road to her significant other—and his eyes it was you. Stomach swollen with child. And it ruined him. But as if that wasn’t enough, there were tons of families. Young children walking hand in hand with their parents, perhaps even asking him innocent wonderings and things. The world most definitely had it out for him. Daichi threw his hat off the second he stepped through the door, enveloping you in his scent in his daily hug. “I don’t have much time. I want my baby with a baby.” He mumbled, head buried in your hair. “What was that Dai..?” You piqued, the man speaking louder this time. “‘Want my baby with a baby.” You giggled, his warm cheeks molding into your hands—comfortable. “..I think we can arrange that.”

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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please don’t let this end

ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 8583 ᴡᴏʀᴅs ~

minors dni

nsfw, virgin!atsumu, hotel sex, semi-public sex, loss of virginity, blatant disregard for safe sex

songs i was listening to on repeat: (x) (x)

there were plenty of things that you were expecting when you took miya atsumu back to your hotel room, plenty. in fact, those many, many assumptions are the whole reason that you flashed him your keycard in the first place. well, that and his stupid fucking smile.

the never-ending list in your head compiled itself, really, every time he spoke. it was the lines he would spew at you all, “well, i mean the harder you hit the ball, the better it feels on your palm” and “wouldn’t want you biting off more than you can chew, y’know.” it was the lingering touch on your upper thigh as if it were his own, the back of his ring finger brushing a stray hair from your view and tucking it so neatly behind your ear, the closeness he determined that allowed you to feel his breath on your neck. the confidence that he had was commanding; it was electrifying, and it was the strong foundation for every dirty thought that entered your mind.

you were so fucking sure, actually, that these weren’t just events that you hoped would happen, but rather that you had atsumu pinned. the things that he was going to do to you, with you, how the night would unfold before you, you weren’t expecting any surprises.

but this? this was so much better.

before the two of you have even made it to the elevator, he’s made you blush, one hand with a tight hold on your waist and the other intertwined with your own. there’s no secrecy, no sending you up to the room and following you 10 steps behind. he knows what’s going to happen tonight, you know what’s going to happen tonight, and so does every single person in this room now.

atsumu takes the lead, doesn’t let you worry about anything, not even something as simple as pressing an elevator button or making the first move as soon as the elevator doors begin to shut. he steps towards you, 2 long strides before your back is colliding with the elevator wall. in one fluid motion, he tilts your head up towards him and presses his lips against yours. they are just as soft as you assumed they would be and he wastes no time at all pressing his knee between your legs and nudging them apart.

part of you wants to reach over and hit the emergency stop button just so that he won’t need to stop to exit the elevator. ascending 56 floors just doesn’t feel like enough time, but then again neither would 56,000.

he pulls away from your lips, using two fingers on your chin to expose your neck. he kisses across your jawline, sucks tiny bruises into your neck, and runs his tongue down to your collarbones. he leaves a trail, one of saliva and marks. you can’t get enough of how he feels against you and he can’t get enough of the tiny whimpers and whines that he’s pulling from you.

the tiny strap of your top is moved out of the way, dragged over your shoulder with his teeth as he drags his wet lips against your soft skin. you’re becoming increasingly aware of how little time you have left in this tiny moving box and you don’t want it to end. he’s found his way to your chest now and no inch of your skin is left untouched, fully covered with sloppy kisses, every other one replaced with the flat of his tongue or the scraping of his teeth. you want him closer, want more, so you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. each quickened breath that you take raises your chest into him and he graciously rewards the closeness with another nip.

it’s not just his mouth that’s driving you crazy right now or the way he purposefully rubs his knee against your panties or the proximity between you, but how strong his arms are around your waist. one arm resting on top of the other on your lower back, each opposite hand placed on your corresponding hip, locked sturdily into position so that you can’t move, not in a way that you feel trapped, but in a way that you feel supported.

and when he moves one of them to tug at your already very low neckline, you don’t feel any less supported, and it’s not because you’re more focused on what he’s about to do to your tits that are about to fall out of your top, it’s because you trust him for some ungodly reason. you truly trust that he’s got you.

ding.

he lifts his head from your chest, leans into your ear, and speaks low, “i think this is our stop.” there’s no affirmation on your side, other than affirmation that he’s saying and doing all the right things in the form of a pathetic moan.

you wait for him to turn around, to start moving out of the elevator, or even to hit the emergency button like you wanted to do earlier, something to get the ball rolling again. instead atsumu lifts you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, both hands supporting your ass, and he goes right back to what he was doing before the elevator stopped.

if you weren’t so absorbed in navigating the halls for your room while also feeling every time he comes into contact with your skin, you’d be more conscious of how he could probably feel the wet spot between your legs and the warmth on his stomach. “please, faster, need you,” you breathe and he laughs against your chest, vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

“you’ll get me, doll.”

he presses you up against your door, uses it as support for your back as he tugs your shirt down even further, tits exposed now in the middle of the hotel hallway, and you can’t even find it in yourself to protest. “better get that key,” atsumu murmurs into your skin, quickly moving his kisses down, down, until he captures one of your nipples into his mouth. he swirls the tip of his tongue around it, suctions onto it until it grows hard and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his toned stomach. only your panties and his button down separate your needy pussy from his skin and you can’t believe how grateful you are that you wore a skirt.

you’re fumbling now, arm straining to reach your hand into his pocket to grab the hotel keycard and get you into your room right. now. as soon as your fingertips slip into his pocket, he rolls his hips. even if he wasn’t touching you at all, even if your tits weren’t in his mouth and you weren’t pressed against his stomach, you would have moaned just as loud at the instinctual groan that comes out of atsumu as you feel his growing cock through his dress pant pocket. the fabric of his pocket feels so thin for how expensive you assume it is, or maybe he’s just that hard and that thick. the keycard isn’t there, pocket’s empty, you’re sure it’s in the other pocket, but you don’t take your hand out. instead, you wrap your hand as best you can around his length, stroking him through his pocket.

“fuck,” he groans, grinding his cock into your hand, “we should probably get inside though, pretty.” he rolls his hips again, “because i’m fine with pulling my cock out, pushing you to your knees, and fucking your throat in the middle of the hallway, but i’m not sure you would.”

if that were the only option, then, yes, actually, you would be perfectly fine with that. if the choice was either that or nothing, then you would obviously choose that. but that’s not the case and you know that behind the closed doors, you could hear him better and you could be louder and neither of you would have to worry about being interrupted. you reach your other hand down and fish the plastic keycard out of his pocket, the right pocket.

you press the keycard against the reader and jiggle the door handle. if atsumu was, well, not atsumu, that could’ve ended with you on the floor and a concussion, but fortunately, this was atsumu, and atsumu adjusted his grip as the door forcefully swung open and he walked through it as if his reaction time wasn’t god adjacent.

one arm around your waist, atsumu is pressing you so closely into him as he leans over and pushes anything that would get in your way (read: everything) out of your way. and, sure, maybe you should care that atsumu is shoving your entire wardrobe off of the bed and onto the floor, but you care more about your current clothes joining them.

thankfully for you, atsumu knows exactly what he wants and what atsumu wants is your tits in his mouth, in his hands. he lays you down on the bare bed, nothing but sheets and a few pillows, and he’s perfectly rough pulling the hem of your shirt up and over your head. now that he’s not holding you, he can use both of his hands to grope you, to roam your body. one hand is kneading into your tit, rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. the other hand is running down your side, feeling your curves, flat against your stomach.

his mouth is busy too, spit drooling out of the sides of his mouth as he laves over your nipple repetitively, switching between tonguing the sensitive bud and sucking it into his mouth. his knees are on either sides of your thigh, his thigh pressed between your legs in a way that’s inviting enough for you to lift your hips to meet it.

your fingers comb through his hair, lock together as you pull him harder into your chest. “mm, fuck, feels good, feels so good, you’re so good.”

he stops for a moment, lifts his head and laughs. he looks up at you briefly before bringing his lips to meet your own, slipping his tongue into your mouth, feeling yours against his own. the length of his hard cock is pressing against your hip, your soaked panties against his knee and your breathing is getting faster as you try to continue feeling as good as he made you feel.

he pulls away, stares into your eyes, “y’know i can feel how drenched you are through my clothes, right?” you know exactly why he’s chosen to stop all action and make eye contact with you, and it’s the embarrassment that spreads across your face in the form of wide eyes and a deep pink. “can feel your warmth right here,” he says as he presses his knee against you. “should probably help ya, since i’ve caused this mess.”

he slinks down to your waist and it’s agonizing as he slowly unzips the zipper on the side of your skirt. he pulls the skirt down around your thighs, your knees, your calves, until he slips it off completely and throws it aside. you wished he’d have just done the same with your panties all at once.

you can’t help how desperate you’re feeling, how needy you’re acting. you knew that it would go exactly like this, how couldn’t it have? you knew how much you needed him when he asked to buy you a drink earlier tonight. he uses his entire hand on your thighs to spread your legs apart and then hooks both arms underneath your legs to pull you closer.

the undressing was teasing enough, you don’t need anymore, and yet atsumu still decides to place ginger kisses down your plush thighs instead of paying any attention to mess between your legs. you lift your hips hoping, though you know it’s in vain, that the only reason he’s not giving you what you want is because you haven’t been communicating it well enough. “‘tsumu,” you whine, the a lost in your throat and the rest stumbling out over your teeth.

it feels a little clumsy, a little foreign to, less than 4 hours into your meeting, inadvertently self proclaim a nickname for him. but he likes this little nickname you’ve given him, loves that you aren’t too uncomfortable to worry about it feeling a little clingy, a little close. he rewards you for this assertion, even if it was accidental, letting his jaw drop, tongue roll out, and running a strip of spit up your panties. you give him all he wants, a sharp inhale followed by a short high-pitched moan.

your fingertips weave into his hair, curl around his self-dyed locks, and hold him steady. you’re only slightly worried that he’s going to take this as disobedience, take the night in a direction with a much more notable difference in power dynamics. this was one of the possibilities on your list and it’s not something that you want any more or any less than what’s happening right now, but right now, he’s not trying to put you in your place or dominate you, he’s just following what he wants, and he doesn’t want to wait, he wants it right now, the mess he’s made of you to be on his tongue, sheening his lips, down his throat, he wants it just as much as you do, maybe more.

he pulls your panties to the side, holds them in place with his thumb, no reason in making things more difficult for himself. his breath is hot, his breathing is steady, and if you lifted your hips up once more, he would finally make contact with your dripping pussy, he’s that close. but you don’t. you let him do as he pleases, touch you as he wants. the first thing that your expecting is his tongue, soft and wet, but instead you’re met with the rough pad of his finger running down your slit. he’s so gentle, adds another finger to spread your lips apart, and breathes, “fucking so pretty.”

and how are you not supposed to let a whimper so instinctual and high in the back of your throat float into the air? you couldn’t have helped it if you tried. the desire pooling in your core is not helping your attempts to keep your composure. he’s so steady in comparison to how shaky you already are. he glides the side of his thumb over your clit, motion starting between your lips to spread how wet you are. everything is so methodical, so planned out, that you’re convinced the tear that falls down the side of your cheek in anticipation is surely something he’s expecting.

he presses two fingers against your clit and slides them slowly to your hole, but he doesn’t enter. he rubs small circles against your entrance, fingers so wet that the motion is making obscene noises third in volume to his soft moans and your heavy panting. when he dips inside, he does it with only one finger. he mimics the motion with his hips, pressing them into the bed as he pushes his finger deeper inside of you and you can feel his exhale of pleasure, almost cold against how drenched you are, as he grinds his clothed cock against the sheets.

he watches your greedy pussy swallow his finger knuckle by knuckle until you’ve taken it completely to the base. the pace is slow as he pulls his finger nearly all the way out and then lets it slide back in to the base. the thickness of his finger is eliciting a fullness and satisfaction from you that borders pathetic. it’s only one fucking finger and you’re so fucking bothered.

but it’s not really only one finger, it’s the breath you feel on your leg, and the way the mattress is bouncing from his thrusting, and how you can still feel his saliva on your tits, the soreness on your neck. you still have the memory of being pushed up against the elevator wall, your hotel door. and yes, of course, his thick finger and the callous that you can feel against your walls are definitely a large factor, you know that the reason you’re about to come is not just his finger. it’s the same reason that you probably could’ve come in the elevator if he asked you nice enough.

it’s because he’s atsumu and a scene similar to this one has been playing in your mind all night and he’s meeting every single expectation that you’ve been accumulating. and you know he’s going to meet every other one. “mmmmm, fuck, gonna come,” you announce,

the worst (maybe best) part of it all is that he doesn’t even look surprised or cocky that he’s essentially made you come with one finger. he just picks up the pace the slightest bit, not enough to throw him off the course he’s set in his head, but enough to push you to your orgasm. as you’re right there, cresting over the edge of your high, he slips in another finger. he could’ve stopped moving completely, everything in the world could’ve gone silent, and the fullness that you feel alone would’ve kept you riding your high just as long.

but he doesn’t stop moving completely, he coaxes you through it, curling his fingers, creating repetitive, strong movements, as he soothes, “good girl, good girl.” you hear it before you feel it, how much wetter you get, the come on his fingers as he slowly pushes them in and out of you and you can’t stop the noises that strain your vocal chords.

when you move your hands from his hair, grabbing the forearm that’s moving back and forth and holding it still, he lifts his gaze to meet yours. he thinks you might just need a minute, too sensitive for him to keep going so soon and too out-of-breath to communicate it verbally.

that’s not the case. instead, you place the hand that’s not on his arm beside your hip, use it as leverage as you start lifting yourself off of the bed, sinking deeper onto his finger and setting your own pace. it’s wordless and needy, taking matters into your own hand, not because he’s not doing a good enough job, but because he is. he’s doing everything so right and you know that over any of your one-night stands, atsumu wouldn’t let his ego get in the way of you making yourself feel good.

truthfully, he looks in awe of you. you can see it splayed over his whole face, his features stunned in wonderment at this confidence and trust. well, it starts as awe, at least, and moves into something much more akin to the most turned on someone’s ever been. you roll your hips faster, pushing yourself onto his fingers completely, forcing them into you as deep as possible.

he’s not just sitting there either. even though he can’t move his arm to fuck his fingers into you (you’re doing a wonderful job of that yourself), he’s curling his fingers in time with your movements and pressing kisses into your thighs every time they get close enough. “gonna make yourself come on my fingers?” atsumu asks.

you nod vehemently, lip between your teeth as sweat starts to form on your stomach, your neck, your arms. you’re moving your entire body at this point, drastic movements to feel every inch of his fingers against your walls. you know that if you let go of his arm he would stay still for you, let you do exactly what you wanted to do and wouldn’t move until you asked him to, but your hand stays wrapped around his forearm anyway. it’s strong, tense, something to ground you on- “fuck, gonna come again,” you moan, intense and from your chest, afraid that because of how hard you’re breathing and how loud the mattress is squeaking against the floor, he won’t be able to hear you otherwise -and something to dig your nails into as your core tightens, cunt floods once again.

you fall back onto the bed, waves of pleasure taking over you. you don’t have enough energy to stay hovering over the bed or keep fucking yourself through your orgasm, but thankful you don’t have to. atsumu picks up right where you left off, matching your speed and pressure until you’ve stopped clenching around his fingers.

“my turn?” he asks and you nod, not fully prepared to sit up and change positions yet, but the want to hear his grunts and feel him thrusting into your mouth instead of the mattress outweighs your growing tiredness. you barely move an inch before he places a hand on your stomach, no longer looking up in your direction, but mouth open, tongue out, closing the gap between himself and your sensitive pussy.

every thought leaves your head, no room left in your body for any emotion other than pleasure. he’s in between your legs, tongue prodding at your hole, slurping your juices into his mouth, teeth methodically scraping against your sensitive clit, and the only word that comes to your head is devoured. you don’t know where to put your hands, you barely feel like you’re in this room. it feels like you’re floating above it all, like you can feel everything so intently that you’re watching it unfold before you.

even if you were to count each individual second, saw a clock on the wall and watched the hand tick, tick, tick, tick, you couldn’t tell how long you were lying there for. his lips attack your clit for ages, cycles it between snaking his tongue in and out of your throbbing hole. he sucks your clit into his mouth, pushes the hood back with his tongue, letting the tip press against the most sensitive area on your body repeatedly.

you lose track of your orgasms, unsure whether to count the 2 minutes straight of unbelieve high as one long orgasm or a few small ones with no breaks in between. and in the middle of it all, he stops, pulls his face away from your messy pussy, sloppy and wet with him and you, and he spreads you apart. he strokes the sides of your opening, rubs the flat sides of his fingers against your whole pussy, massages your lips between his fingertips, and he won’t fucking stop talking about how gorgeous your pussy is.

“so fucking pretty, clit all swollen, lips fucking puffy, hole so desperate for my fingers, fuck.” he has to be trying to destroy you. and it really is working.

when he starts up again, he adds his fingers this time, moving them from massaging the outside of your lips to sliding inside of you once again. his lips return as well, tongue swirling around your clit, tracing shapes and letters into it as he scissors his fingers into your hole preparing you for a third.

his fingers are relentless, slamming in and out of you so fast that you can’t image he can go for very long. but when he slips another finger inside of you, that thought is gone from your head, mostly because the only thought in your head is thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou moremoremoremore. you’re so full, so fucking stretched around his fingers, walls fluttering around the thickness and he’s not showing any signs of stopping or exhaustion.

he keeps ramming into you, mouth busy as well, paying careful attention to your clit somehow despite the tiring motion of his arm. he’s putting his whole body into it, arm moving his shoulder and his chest, hips still matching pace with his fingers, shaking the bed and mirroring the motions to meet your movements.

“can’t- fuck, can’t come any more, can’t, oh my god,” you squeak as another orgasm rolls over you. the muscles in your core are shot, a wreck from tightening and relaxing over and over again. you’re sure your hair is a mess from pushing so hard into the pillow, and you know that once he takes his fingers out of you, tears will start flowing. you don’t want him to stop, but you’re so fucking tired.

you have no idea how he’s still going this hard, you’re nearly completely exhausted and you’re not the one that’s exerting the most energy. how does he do this? he’s out of breath, sure. any part of visible skin is shimmering with wet, his white button down stuck to his abs, but if you told atsumu you wanted to go for another 6 hours, he would have done it.

you don’t let yourself close your eyes. if you close your eyes, you’re not coming back from that and you needed to feel him inside of you. it feels like your bones have been replaced with bricks, heavy and weighing you down into the mattress. you want to reciprocate everything he’s done for you, want to flip him over, pull him to the foot of the bed, sink between his legs, and have him crying the same way you are, but the thought tires you out even more. you’re going to be a bit selfish.

you don’t think atsumu will mind.

atsumu sits up, the entire bottom half of his face soaked, eyes wide, hair tangled and messy. it takes every last bit of energy to push yourself up, grab him by the crumpled collar, and pull him back on top of you. he lands with a soft oof, catching himself with his forearms before slowly putting part of his weight on you.

you’re making the moves now, clasping your hands around the back of his neck and pulling his lips into yours. it’s less direct, this kiss, compared to how he kissed you earlier. it’s not your main focus, your hands smoothing against his back, his shoulders, fingers feeling for the hard button above his sternum. you maintain the pressure of your kiss even once you’ve moved the grip that was pulling him into you, lifting your head to meet him instead.

both actions are on autopilot now, slipping his tongue into his mouth and tasting whatever top shelf alcohol he ordered neat earlier and undoing each tedious button until you’re able to push the shirt off of his shoulders and arms. without the barrier of fabric, you can feel his skin on yours, really feel his skin on yours, and it makes your entire body tingle. you feel rejuvenated like you didn’t have the most (and best) exhausting experience of your entire sex life just moments ago.

hands exploring the newfound bareness of his skin, you wrap your legs around his waist, and as ready as you are for him to be inside of you, you’re almost grateful for the soft fabric that you’re now grinding against. you press yourself up into him, fingernails softly digging into his back and shoulder as his hard length rubs against your clit.

and you can feel every inch straining inside of his pants, each small circle your hips make wipes more of your wetness on him. his breathing is getting heavier, you can feel it against your own chest as he breathes and the more frequent breaks he takes from your kiss. he moves his hips to meet you, grinding the length of his cock against your pussy.

yes, the fabric between the two of you was nice before, but the more you can feel the sweat bead at the base of his neck, the more you know that you need his pants off and you need to feel him inside of you. now.

“inside,” is the only word you manage to let escape. with everything floating around in your head, you’re both surprised that this is the only thing that came out and that something actually managed to come out. he meets your eyes and there’s an emotion there that you can’t quite place. “please, ‘tsumu, inside, please.”

he pushes himself back up and slowly starts to undo his belt. it’s the slowest thing he’s done all night, taking off his belt and his pants and his boxers. it feels tedious and drawn out and amplified by the fact that you’ve been thinking of this exact moment all night.

you’ve felt it through his pants all night, have been picturing it all night, and it still surprises you when he releases his cock from his boxers. he’s huge and he’s thick and precome is leaking from his pulsing head, down the underside of his cock. he runs his hand up and down the length as he towers over you, a shaky breath leaving him that you almost bring up but are interrupted by his word, “condom?”

it’s instinctive, really, the way that your head shakes from side to side. “let me feel all of you.” you could only describe the sound he makes as a whimpering groan. if he was more in control, you’re certain it would have been more masculine, more powerful, or maybe nothing at all to show how truly unphased by the thought of feeling his bare cock inside of you. but he wasn’t feeling very in control at all, not when your answers and your actions are taking him completely by surprise.

atsumu doesn’t retort, doesn’t offer any sort of opposition, but his movements are slow, coy almost. there’s a daring difference between how confident he was with his tongue and his fingers and kissing you pressed against a hotel room door, and how he’s acting right now. you wonder if he’s finally teasing you, if before he was giving you everything that you wanted just to catch you off guard now, but that doesn’t seem quite right. he swallows whatever liquids were in his mouth harshly, fist at the base of his cock, but no attempts to get closer.

you reach your hand down between your legs, dip three of your (much smaller than his) fingers inside of yourself until they are slick, and then wrap your fist around his cock, smearing yourself on his sensitive head, your wetness mixing with the beads of his precome. you bring your fist down until yours meets his at the base, spreading the mixture down his shaft. he bucks his hips into your fist.

your pussy is throbbing, aching, pulsing, and you need him in you so fucking bad. you lift your hips up towards his cock, trying so hard to just make contact with his hot skin. your whimpers, up until this point, have been through no purpose of your own, ripping out of you in desperation or pleasure, but now they’re growing louder, whinier, and it’s all your doing. you want him to know exactly how much you want him.

he looks into your eyes, takes a deep breath, and presses his hips forward, hand at the base of his shaft guiding his thick head to part your lips. before he even makes it to your hole, a guttural grunt comes from his throat. he grinds the slit of his tip into your swollen clit, presses it between your puffy pussy lips, and then lets his throbbing head sit at the entrance.

“if you don’t fuck me, i’m going to lose my mind,” you try, one last desperate attempt for him to make the move before you muster up more strength than you might actually have and flip him over and start riding him. it doesn’t get to the point of your super strength, no. he listens and he presses his hips forward just an inch, just enough for his thick head to slip inside of you, and then he can’t stop himself. as soon as his head is inside of you, he takes his shaking hand off of his cock, places both of his palms on the fat of your thighs, curls his fingers against your soft skin. he pushes himself in all the way, slow but not stopping until he can feel the back of your walls, until his hips are smushed against the insides of your legs. his hips stutter the whole way, shaking as he watches his length disappear inside of you.

his breath is just as shaky as he is as an unsolicited, “holy shit” slips out.

fuck, but it barely feels like he’s the one that’s thrusting inside of you. it feels like you’re sucking him in. you’re so tight. he doesn’t know what to do because you’re clenching around him even more than when he first entered you and your walls are so fucking wet, so fucking warm, and your pretty little pussy is so fucking tight. he’s the one losing his mind.

he thought that he could handle it, play it off like he’s just as experienced in this aspect of sex as the foreplay, but he’s never felt anything this good before. he’s had his fair share of sex toys, has been given incredible head, but absolutely nothing could have prepared him for how fucking incredible your gummy walls feel around his throbbing hot cock.

he doesn’t know what to do. if he pulls out he has to feel your clenching walls along his length again, squeezing his shaft, your tight hole choking his swollen head. but if he stays here, buried so fucking deep inside of your cunt, surrounded by the most unbelievable warmth and wetness he’s going to blow his load far too soon.

he pulls out, hand squeezing the base of his cock and an expression that would have been total embarrassment if there wasn’t so much astonishment.

you barely know what to say, so you opt for teasing, “what? never fucked someone without a condom before?”

atsumu laughs weakly, but he doesn’t give you much of anything else. you cock your head trying to elicit a larger response than just a laugh.

the real truth is actually much worse than that. the real truth is that he’s never fucked someone, ever. it doesn’t normally get this far. usually it’s just atsumu eating someone out until they can't take it anymore. he’s good at it, he knows that, people tell him all the time.

the first time that he took someone back to his hotel room, he was convinced he was going to get laid for the first time, that he was going to lose his virginity, but that wasn’t the case. after atsumu was done between her legs, she was a mess, couldn’t even stand or make her way out of his hotel room, and it was all from his tongue, his mouth, his fingers.

the next time the same thing happened. after the 6th, 7th time, he just leaned into the whole idea. sometimes it would start with a blowjob or some grinding, but every time it would end with someone in shambles after atsumu gave them head. the more it happened, the better he got. sure, there were two or three times that the other person wanted to go even further, but they didn’t work out, ended up falling asleep or not having a condom or just not working out.

atsumu always left things up the imagination, let everyone think that he was sleeping with every single person that went back to his hotel room. after a few times, he felt just as confident as everyone thought he was.

the real truth is that, sure, atsumu has taken more people than he can count back to a hotel room, but he’s never felt anything like this before and it’s splayed out on his face the second that he slips inside of you again. he thinks he’ll be prepared for it, that he knows what it feels like so he won’t lose his composure again, but he can’t take it.

he can’t hide it. his shaking arms can’t hold him up any longer, collapsing onto his forearms, letting his head fall into your shoulder. your cunt is so tight, like your hole is perfect just for him, stretching around his thick cock. you push him up just enough to rest your forehead against his. he’s still, not moving his hips an inch, taking in how fucking hot you are, how hard your cunt is squeezing him, he’s leaking inside of you.

“well you’re going to have to be honest and explain whatever is happening right now if you want to keep fucking this tight little cunt,” you say once you’ve finally captured his gaze. he doesn’t say anything back to you, can barely make a fucking noise that’s not a throaty groan. you wrap your legs around his lower back, pulling him in deeper and pulling away from him so he can watch your pussy slide up and down his cock. “come on, ‘tsumu, or i’ll make you blow your load in seconds.”

he doesn’t think that sounds too bad at first thought, he’s halfway there anyway, but then he thinks about it further, really thinks about it, and how once he comes and you leave, he will never be able to feel you again. “fuck, okay, i-,” he blushes, turning his head away from you, but you move it right back.

your fingers are clawed into his jaw, eyebrows raised, searching his face for any signs of an explanation before he tells you. when you decide the stalling has gone on just a little two long, you lower yourself onto him again, tightening around his hard length. “tell me.”

“yes. i’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before,” he admits, not technically a lie, but he can’t look you in the eyes, swallowing harshly as you feel his cock throb.

“never fucked someone without a condom? or never fucked anyone at all?” you ask, eyes scanning his face just like before, but this time you see a crack in the foundation and you’re ready to chip away at it. you try to hide your surprise, though you’re sure that it’s just as evident as his. “miya atsumu’s a fucking virgin?”

he doesn’t have to say anything to you for you to know that it’s true. “oh my god,” you breathe, “fuck, this is going to be fun.”

your legs wrapped around his waist, arms clasped behind his neck, he’s not in control anymore. he may be hovering over you, he may be much stronger than you, but he is not in control anymore. you pull your back off of the bed, use the weight of your body to create a rhythmic motion where you fill yourself with atsumu’s cock and pull yourself away until the only thing inside of you is his head.

your whole body is rolling and he’s trying to stay as still as possible. he’s mutter obscenities, grunting and gasping, constantly repeating phrases like “fuck, you’re so tight” and “feels so good” and “don’t want this to end”.

“come on, baby, you set the pace, now,” you tell him, unwrapping yourself from him and spreading your legs wide, giving him free range of however he wanted to fuck you.

he’s slow with it, doesn’t quite have any sort of rhythm down. he’s sliding into you at what seems like a leisurely pace, but is actually more along the lines of caution. his eyes are screwed shut and he can’t focus on anything other than not busting inside of you. you feel too good, too tight, he doesn’t fucking want this to end.

he’s always thought he could compare it to a blow job, that it wouldn’t be anything different than the feeling of a tongue swirling around his cock, hitting the back of someone’s throat, hollowed cheeks and gasping breathes. he couldn’t have been more wrong. you’re so slick, you’re coating his cock. he’s trying to find more words to describe how his cock feels buried as deep as it can go inside of you and every time he thinks of a new one, his balls tighten.

the movements aren’t very consistent, the rhythm is off, and still, somehow, it’s almost better this way. you can feel every stutter, every throb, every twitch and pulse of his cock inside you. the angle isn’t perfect, doesn’t hit any sensitive spots inside of you, but it brushes up against your clit as he pushes inside of you. and you feel full. so fucking full.

you get it, you understand his obsession with telling you how tight you are, how good you feel, because the only thing you want to tell him is how big he is, how thick he is, how good he’s stretching you up, filling you to the brim. you feel whole.

and you know you have to fuck him again. you were convinced that this would be a one-night stand, that this would end in you walking him to the door, making sure he has all of his clothes and his things, and never seeing him again. but that just can’t happen, not when this inexperienced he fucks you this fucking good. you were going to teach him how to last, how to be more consistent in his strokes, and how to fuck you in a way that wrecks you just as much as when he ate you out.

“wanna ride you, flip,” you tell him, moving in a way that causes his cock to slip out of you. the whine that comes out of atsumu is one you want to record in your mind forever; it’s anguished and yearning and makes perfect sense with the tears that prick in the corners of his eyes. “you’ll be right back inside me, baby, lie down,” you assure him.

he does as you say, flips onto his back and lies down, holds the base of his cock like he’s trying to prove how ready he is to take you again. you don’t make him wait long. you swing your leg over his hips. there isn’t enough room for you to hover over his cock or prep him by sliding his head between your lips, he’s too fucking big. instead, the second that you’re over top of him, his head slips inside of you.

atsumu presses his head back into the pillow harder, eyes shut again. as you sink down onto his cock, he lets out little breaths, little murmurs. “oh my god, i’m so deep, i’m so fucking deep, not even halfway, gotta- fuck,” he mumbles before rooting his hands onto your hips, fingernails digging into your hips so hard that you’re sure they’ll leave bruises, and forces you completely on his cock. he lifts his hips to meet you halfway, the loud smack echoing off the walls. a choked groan leaves your throat, head tilted back. your thighs still sting as he tries to thrust deeper into you, pressing his hips up. he can’t get any deeper, only moves you up with him. the whines that come out of him, a result of wanting to just be deeper in you.

when he lets his hips fall back against the bed, though, you follow suit, quickly falling back onto his cock. he lifts his hips again, lets them fall once more, fingers digging deeper as he’s taking in how fucking velvety your walls are. you let the bounce of the bed do half of the work, moving you up and down his thick cock.

the pace now is already so much better, consistent enough for the pleasure to build quickly, enough to take a moment not to worry about the look of bewilderment on atsumu’s face and him coming too quickly, a moment just for yourself. your own hands find your tits, kneading and massaging into them and you know atsumu is watching you, don’t even have to look down, can tell by the stutter in his motion and the desperate twitch of his balls against your ass. “don’t stop, gonna fucking come. don’t fucking stop,” you tell him and he listens as best he can, but he loses the rhythm, so caught up in how fucked out and blissful you look.

you don’t quite reach your high, off put by the change in pace and a few too many stutters. a frustrated whimper leaves your body and atsumu doesn’t like that one bit. typically he coaxes those out, purposefully stops and teases his partners only to start again even worse than before and give them an even better orgasm. this one isn’t on purpose. this frustration is just because he can’t control himself, not when your gooey walls are massaging his length so perfectly and he can barely fucking move without worrying about painting your walls white.

he braces himself on one arm, raising his top half to get closer to you, presses his forehead against yours. he centers himself, takes a deep breath, wraps his other arm around your lower waist to hold you steady. there’s more purpose, less caution, now, in the way that he’s fucking up into you. the bed is moving, bouncing you on his cock, but it’s not the commanding factor. the way that he’s holding you in place, his touch is possessive, determined.

he’s not relying on the bed or you to set a rhythm, he’s finding it on his own. it’s easier without outside factors, without worrying if the mattress is going to spring back as much as he wants or if you’re going to take control. the harsh hold that he has on you allows him to lift his hips, meet the backs of your thighs, and slam inside of you fluidly.

it’s not long until he actually gets a rhythmic thrusting all on his own. you’re a bit more hesitant now after being dropped from your potential high a few moments ago, but you’re letting go the longer the consistency sticks around. you can feel the heat rising to your chest, your cheeks, feel that familiar tightening in your core. you lock your arms around his neck, pull him into your rapidly beating chest, resting your cheek on the top of his head. the second that you do it, you regret it, sure that it’s going to throw him off of hammering into you so repetitively, but it doesn’t. in fact, he goes harder, faster; the sounds that he’s making both vocally and his skin slapping against yours are so lewd, so loud.

the consistency is incredible for you, but it’s also dangerous for him. he knows that he’s getting close, so fucking close. he’s been close all night, but you’re clinging to him in desperation, whining and whimpering like you were before, and he’s doing that to you and it’s wrecking him. he’s hoping, praying to anything that will listen that you come before he reaches his climax, he wants you to come so bad.

“please, okay, ‘tsumu, god, gonna come, so close, so fucking close,” you sob. you claw into his back and shoulders, anything to ground you from this feeling. you feel so full like you’re being fucking speared and he’s hitting spots no one’s every hit before because he’s so deep inside of your fucking guts. “don’t stop.”

he doesn’t know how much longer he can take. the rhythm isn’t the issue, the repetition isn’t the issue. his muscles could take another couple hours of this same motion, it’s his huge fucking load that he’s worried about. “i- if i don’t stop, i’m going to come,” atsumu admits under his breath, but he doesn’t stop, not immediately. he’s going to fuck you as hard as you can until the last possible second.

he’s not expecting you to breathily and instantly say, “then come, fuck, but don’t fucking stop. i’m so close. you’re gonna make me fucking come so good, ‘tsumu, please.”

and he listens without another word. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t plan on stopping until his hot come is dripping out of your cunt and down the sides of his cock and no sooner. his hips are meeting the backs of your things harder now, the sting growing more and more painful, and instead of just focusing on not coming, he starts placing kisses onto your shoulders and nipping at your collarbones, anywhere his mouth can reach from where he’s fucking into you.

the feeling of his lips on your skin, his soft nips in comparison to how rough his grip is around your waist and how powerful his thrusts up into you are, you’ve lost it. you throw your head back, body limp and falling away from him, but his strong hold doesn’t waiver. he holds you in place, fucks you through your orgasm.

it didn’t matter if he was close or not, the feeling of your walls tightening even more, constricting around his already sensitive length, it would have killed him. you’re barely 10 seconds into your orgasm when he unloads inside of you, seating you completely on his cock as the streams of come coat every inch of your perfect walls. even with him not moving his hips, your orgasm is ruining him. it’s massaging his cock, milking every single drop of come out of him and inside your snug hole.

once he’s gotten over the initial feeling, he can’t help himself but to move you up and down on his cock again, coaxing whatever is left in his balls to drool into your cunt, pulsing with every lazy leftover spurt. “still so full, more full, ‘m more full, gonna, fuck, come again, don’t stop,” you say, your body still limp in his hold.

his cock is so sensitive that thrusting up into you, as lazy and slow as it is, is bringing tears to his eyes. it still feels good, but it’s so fucking much. it doesn’t take long for you to come again, less powerful this time, but still as perfectly tight. he wants to remember this feeling forever, stay buried inside of you forever.

you stay in this position for longer than you’d like to admit, body lax in his strong arms (and thank god for his strong arms), happily humming at the feeling of him inside you even as he softens. you’re not sure what you would have done if he pulled out, couldn’t have handled being that empty. but he’s not sure what he would have done if you got off of him, couldn’t have handled feeling that cold.

when you’re finally feeling up to it, you move in the other direction, not getting off of him, but leaning against his chest. he lies down on the hotel bed, back engulfed in the soft mattress below. “normally i would have already kicked you out by now,” you admit, voice still shaky even after how long it’s been.

he laughs a short laugh, one that vibrates your cheek on his sternum. “normally i would have left by now,” he admits right back and your heart feels a bit more warm than it should given you’ve just told him the same thing.

you hum at this and you hope that he can hear how sweet that hum is. you hope that that hum says, thank you, you were really special. this was really special to me too. if the hum doesn’t convey it, maybe your question will. “do you want to stay the night? probably easier than getting dressed and finding your way back to your hotel room, place is a maze,” you ask and then try to justify.

it’s uncharted territory, the words that you’ve just said out loud, but hey, so was fucking a virgin.

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Could I request a nishinoya x reader soulmate au?

fated by thread; from me to you

nishinoya yū x GN!reader

A/N: this took way too long sorry 😥. kinda ooc noya? my first fic so might suck booty, not proofread

“why are you the odd one out?”

it’s a question you’ve been asked your whole life. everyone was fated with the red string of fate, including you. everyone had always found their fated person on the other end of the string. everyone except you. so how come everyone was falling in love, but you’re falling behind?

“the red string of fate is a phenomenon in which soulmates by fate are connected to another by a red thread that is tied around their pinkies. this thread is dull but starts to glow once the pair find each other. sometimes, you may feel your partner moving based on tugging on your pinky. this is an indication that your soulmate is nearby. it is the persons choice if they want to cut their thread for any reason to withdraw pining over their fated soulmate. once cut, the string becomes dull again. this does not affect anything, but is a sign of rejection. this can be undone if the person reties their string with genuine feelings, as their thread can glow again” you read out the information on the book somehow hoping that soon, your ribbon will glow too.

“gah” you grunt out in discomfort. ever since the school year started again, you’ve been feeling constant tugs at my pinky finger. “does my soulmate really like to bother me that much?” you thought.

you gently examine your finger and caress it.

“you alright?” a voice appears suddenly causing you to jump on the spot. you turn to see that it’s your friend, hinako.

“what the hell? you scared me” you lightly berate your friend following a short chuckle.

“sorry~ anyway. are you still up to join a club? i hear it’s mandatory according to the student council” the brunette girl casually speaks.

“i’m not interested…” you bashfully respond.

“well, you’ll have to find a club soon. i suggest you manage the guy’s soccer team! the guys are so hot.” hinako enthusiastically adds as she gives a playful smirk.

“yeah they’re hot, but the soccer team is full of stuck up, filthy rich brats…” you scoff.

“oh! what about the yearbook committee?” she suggests.

“that’s for nerds” you joke slightly to light up the mood.

“oh? then, as a last result, all i can think of is.. the manager for the guy’s volleyball team!” she exclaims excitedly.

stuck in a few thoughts, she continues her sentence with a dreamy expression. “i hear that the guys are so fine… and their manager is stunning too…”

“shimizu? like, the kiyoko shimizu? she’s the manager isn’t she? she’s gorgeous. maybe i can consider it” you take the opportunity into thought. after all, you used to play volleyball until the accident.

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you’ve waited hours since that conversation from lunchtime and now you’re currently outside the school gym during after school hours, awaiting the third-year beauty. after what seemed like hours, she finally arrived, looking as stunning as ever.

“hello. i assume you’re here to visit?” a soothing, calm voice projects from kiyoko’s mouth as she radiates a small but welcoming smile.

“o-oh! yes! i’m here to try out for the manager” you blurt out suddenly as your face grows a furious red of embarrassment.

with no ill intent, kiyoko lightly giggles and beckons you to come inside the gym.

inside, you take in the vision of the nets that can easily loom over anyone, the scoreboards, the varnished wooden floors and not to mention, the fine guys.

one by one, they line up. you couldn’t help but find how breathtaking these men were.. that was until.. a special one showed up. black, spiked up hair with a highlighted strand at the front. he wore an orange uniform instead of karasuno’s standard black uniform for home games, indicating that he played libero. sure, he wasn’t the tallest, but did his pretty face make up for it.

that’s when it hit you. your thread ignited in a beautiful crimson luminescence.

in that moment, your heart thumps and throbs, your eyes widen, and you stare in awe. he’s your soulmate?

at first you thought he was approaching you, which made you freeze out of anxiety, thinking about the words to say when he approaches. instead he ran towards kiyoko instead with his friend with a shaven head. you can see kiyoko’s unimpressed demeanour around the two boys as they attempt to woo her.

then he turns to you.

“we must be the luckiest guys in the world, tanaka. to be blessed with these absolutely stunning people to keep coming to us! whatcha here for?” the shorter man smirks flirtatiously. in some way, it made you uncomfortable, but in another way, it made you feel appreciated and loved knowing that this man is your soulmate.

“well, i’m here to have a visit. i’m considering on becoming the next manager for the club” you respond with a constant consciousness to stay calm.

“you hear that nishinoya? they’re gonna be our manager! that’s great. what’s your name, hun?” tanaka asks with that musk voice of his.

“so that’s his name, huh” you thought.

your pulse races and you desperately try to keep your cool. clearly, the facade is breaking by each passing second.

“(name). pleasure to meet you” you hold your hand out.

in that moment, you see nishinoya’s eyes widen the moment he sees that the red threads connect. to your dismay, he doesn’t say a word and looks… disappointed.

he quickly shakes your hand then goes back to training as if the red string was nothing to him. you stand there dumbfounded and hurt. you found your fated mate and this is how the first meeting goes?

he continues to train and even after that disappointing exchange, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him more.

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successfully, you were able to become the manager of the karasuno boy’s volleyball team alongside kiyoko. spring tournament was approaching and you worked hard to prepare the boys for their important event.

training had ended already, the gym was empty, but, the only people that were filling the room were you and nishinoya.

“hey, can you pepper with me? i need to practise my digs” the libero asks you with an aloof and indifferent expression.

you haven’t played in a while ever since the accident that had injured your ankle. you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him, but you didn’t want to reject his offer either. so you transported the basket of volleyballs. you start with a few quick shoulder warm ups, then you toss a volleyball upwards and spike it towards him.

the libero messes up his dig as the ball flies in the opposite direction. he lets out a snarky smirk.

“not bad. you’ve definitely played before” nishinoya retorts and he motions for you to keep going.

the little pepper session got more competitive. when the ball was set to him, he decided to do a feint and tipped the ball causing you to attempt a dive for the ball.

during the moment, unfortunately, you tore a ligament in your ankle from a past injury and you let out a scream of pain.

nishinoya’s stoic and indifferent attitude had dropped once seeing you injured.

“hey! wait! do you need me to take you to the infirmary?” his brows furrow in concern and he runs up to you, examining your ankle.

“yes… it’s just from a past injury..” you wince through the discomfort.

“is it alright if i guide you to the infirmary?” nishinoya asks in a gentle tone.

“that isn’t necessary…” you say bashfully although deep inside you clearly want him to be close to you.

“seriously, (name). you’re injured and you can’t walk” he responds, holding your hand to help you up. that strong, pulsating sensation in your chest appears again as your cheek grow faintly pink. he gently takes your arm to sling it around his shoulder as he guides you to the infirmary.

as he walks you there he makes a comment that flusters you.

“i can’t believe i get to touch the most stunning being i’ve seen right now” he proudly comments, making you flush red in embarrassment.

“hey wait! that was so uncalled for!” you chuckle.

little did you know that he never meant those words.

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tournaments finished and unfortunately, they came runner-up to the winners. currently, you’re at the back of the sendai gym, comforting a weeping noya who has his knees tucked to his head.

“hey? noya, you worked hard and did the best you could. that’s more than enough okay? you did your best and i’m so proud of you for that. you know what? one competition doesn’t define who you are.. to me, you’re hardworking, amazing and you always try your best.. this competition may have ended up with you and the guys in second place, but to me, you’re always my number one-“

“I DON’T NEED YOUR PITY OKAY!? THIS? THIS IS JUST STUPID! STOP BABYING ME! YOU JUST WANT MY ATTENTION BECAUSE WE’RE SOULMATES, YEAH? WHY DO YOU THINK I NEVER TALK ABOUT IT HUH? IT’S BECAUSE I HATE THE FACT THAT YOU’RE MY SOULMATE! I WISHED IT WAS SOMEONE ELSE! SOMEONE BETTER, LIKE KIYOKO!” noya snaps out of a fit of rage, leaving you dumbfounded and processing his words. it slowly eats you up and shatters you as you watch him storm away in anger. that was the last time you talked to him until the end of the year.

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it was one of the last training sessions of the year and you carried the tub of the club member’s water bottles to refill them with yamaguchi. the two of you walk towards the back of the gym and hear an exchange going on…

“why wont you go out with me? i did everything for you!” nishinoya cries out in a pained expression.

“i’m sorry, we aren’t meant to be.. i’ve already found my soulmate and it isn’t you.. i hope you find the one you truly love and i hope they make you happier” kiyoko replies with remorse and pity.

“but… it’s you i want… not anyone else… i’ve already cut my red string just to be with you” a gasp falls from kiyoko’s and a eavesdropping yamaguchi’s mouth from nishinoya’s revelation.

for them, it was jaws that fell in surprise, but for you, it was tears that fell in heartbreak. you already knew he despised you ever since the tournament but this? this is too far. your true soulmate had cut the thread and denied you for another woman. you walk away in pain.

“why can’t he just love me back?” you thought.

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you were now in third year, studying hard just to get into your dream university.

lately, you’ve been getting snacks, poems, keychains, plushies galore stuffed in your locker, but never once have you found out who’s been behind all this.

you’ve noticed small blonde hair strands on the plushies. could this be from tsukishima? no, he’s way too cold to like anyone. either way, he’s a jerk so nobody would like him back. but then there were also jet black hairs on the other few gifts. could this be a case of a love triangle where you’re being pined by your juniors, both tsukishima and kageyama? impossible.

but you did know someone that had both hair colours on his head… you didn’t want to assume it was him, and it had been a while since you thought about the man that hurt you.

it was a rainy afternoon and you had just finished tutoring. on the way home, you were considering cutting your part of the thread off. you believed that it wouldn’t matter if the love was unrequited.

you hold your umbrella out to prevent the rain getting to you as you walk down the wet street, the sound of rain hitting the concrete lingering in your ears.

a tap on your shoulder could be felt and you turn around. it’s nishinoya yuu. he looks disheveled and somewhat remorseful? is he here to apologise?

“may i help you?” you ask with a slight pettiness.

“hey, uh… i hoped you liked the gifts i’ve been leaving in your locker… i don’t know if it’s too late for this, but i took you for granted okay? those sweet and genuine words of yours, your consideration for others, the way you care for everyone around you, your kind and gentle demeanour… i can’t help but have fallen in love with it all… especially that one time, those words you said in the tournament got me by, and i just couldn’t accept your love because i was such a jerk and was blind to your love. i want to love you like how you loved me.. i’m so sorry i didn’t treat you like the royalty you should’ve been treated like. i don’t expect you to forgive me after what i did, but will you give me a chance to make it up to you..?” he asks with genuine remorse and regret. he looks you in the eyes with glossy tears threatening to fall down.

you see that he has also attempted to mend the red thread by retying it into a cute bow to try and rekindle what once was. you let out a small smile before you respond.

“maybe i’ll give it another go”

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you wake up. was it just a dream? is he really not yours? was it too good to be true?

you look around your room and… ah yes, you see your husband, nishinoya, beside you snoring and sleeping… not so gracefully. but regardless of that, he’s yours, you’re his, and beside your shared bed, resides the crib holding your twin infants, a result of the love you two shared. it seems that the dream was a memory of how it all started.

slowly, your husband stirs awake.

“my love? you’re up early” noya stretches his limbs from his slumber and following that, your children start to yawn and stretch out. he reaches for your hands as your fingers intertwine with his, the red string glowing stronger than ever. you smile gently as you plant a short but loving kiss on his soft lips. you then speak up.

“remember how we first met?”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuuxreader #nishinoya #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya x reader #hq nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya yu x reader #yu nishinoya #yuu nishinoya #karasuno #karasuno x reader #hq fluff #hq angst

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littlegiantposts · 1 year

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Series of fortunate events

pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

summary: the three times that oikawa tried get your attention, and the one time you noticed.

Question of the day: who’s ur fav haikyuu character? (Comment down below hehe)

a/n: self indulgent as frick and didnt check spelling soooo; reblogs r appreciated!!

Oikawa thought he was smooth with the ladies.

Hell, he even had a fan club that would occasionally bake him his precious milk bread.

He got girls wanting to be with him, and guys wanting to be him.

Oh, but alas, he had his eyes on one girl. Specifically, the girl in his econ class.

And, of course, she didn't give him the time of day.

It's not that you actively ignored Oikawa, you just were preoccupied with other things in your life.

And Oikawa loved that about you. You were so driven and a hard worker yet you made it look easy.

You did things so gracefully, that Oikawa started suspecting you're some kind of angel or something.

And don't get him started on how pretty you were. Iwaizumi has had enough of Oikawa gushing about how beautiful you looked during lunch.

"If you don't confess to her already, I'm so beating your ass, Shittykawa"

"That's not the greatest motivator, you know!"

It's easier said than done, Oikawa thinks.

First attempt.

He would get your coffee order, present it to you, you take notice of his thoughtfulness, and fall in love with him.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

Oikawa noticed that you always had a hazelnut latte when you studied in the library on Mondays.

Don't ask why he knew your routine, he is just in-tune towards his crush that's all.

Definitely not occasionally following you around like a love-sick puppy. Of course not. That would be ridiculously ridiculous.

Oikawa was now walking to the library with two cups of joe in both of his hands.

He was nervous. He felt he might crush the paper cups with how hard he was gripping it.

His heart was beating so damn loud that he couldn't even hear his footsteps and tuned out all the people around him.

He was second-guessing, was this your coffee order? Did he just imagine it? What if you had a change of heart and hated lattes?

He eventually reached the library in the time of overthinking.

The doors to the library were closed, so he was peering in through the small windows to see where you were.

Knowing where you were would make his entrance seem more casual and cool when he eventually would walk up to you.

Boy was planning his whole speech, even a choreographed hair flip.

And, he was mentally preparing himself to look at your pretty face.

Gosh, you were so pretty.

While looking through, he didn't see you at any of the tables. He frowned.

Were you not there? Did you leave early today? If you did, his plans were foiled.

Oikawa felt a pang in his chest at the thought of failing. His shoulders visibly lowered at the depressing thought.

Then, it all happened all at once.

The library's door swung open, revealing you. If Oikawa took a step closer, he would have been hit by the sudden door opening. Simultaneously, a student had bumped into Oikawa's back, pushing him forward.

Your sudden appearance and the bump startled him, loosing his footing, but he was able to not fall on his face.

But, your favorite coffee beverage that was meant for you was now on your white blouse.

Y/n squeaked at the impact, knowing she couldn't really make more noise as she was partially still in the library.

The silence was loud, if that makes sense. Some people nearby were staring at the incident.

Oikawa fixated on the sound of the dripping of the caffeinated beverage.

Oh god, how can you mess up that badly. She probably thinks that you are the biggest dork to ever live.

Oikawa felt sick, like he was going to hurl.

The embarrassment made him look down, not being able to look you in your eyes.

Oikawa was caught up in his head and tuned out your concerned voice.

As much you were the one that coffee dripping from your shirt, you were asking if he was okay as his ears were turning red.

"S-sorry!" and with that, Oikawa sped walk away.

"Ooh, yeah, that's pretty bad" Matsukawa chimed in.

Oikawa blew out air in frustration.

"Have you tried talking to her since?"

"And say what? Hey, I know I spilled coffee on you, but I am practically in love with you so would you mind going on a date with me?" Oikawa indulges the idea.

"Well, at least you're being forward." Iwaizumi adds in.

Oikawa pouts and crossed his arms.

"What about you invite her to one of our practices? Hate to admit it, but girls tend to swoon over you when they watch you play." Iwaizumi offers with a shrug.

Oikawa gasp a the realization as if a light bulb appeared on top of his brown haired head.

"You're right! After watching my clever plays, it would be a piece of cake to sweep her off her feet. As if anyone can resist my charm." Oikawa puts his hands on his hips, chest swelling up with pride.

"Don't make me throw this volleyball at your face."

Attempt 2

Oikawa sat behind you in econ class. He decided to do the classic note passing to ask you to attend one of his practices.

"Hi! I'm sorry about the coffee incident! Would you mind me making up to you by inviting you to one of my volleyball practices?" was written on a piece torn from oikawa's notebook with a small winky face.

Aoba Johsai's volleyball typically didn't have observers/visitors. Other than other schools coming in for skirmages, but for the most part, no one else out of that social circle would be in a practice.

Y/n smiled down at the note as the feeling of warmth spread throughout her chest and face. She quickly jotted down her answer as an easy "yes! I would love to. Thx for the invite!"

The bell rang and Y/n got out of her seat, sending a smile and a wave to Oikawa, "Can't wait!" as she left the class.

To say Oikawa was happy was an understatement.

Overjoyed? Ecstatic? Thrilled? That, times 10.

As soon as you were out of the classroom, he pumped his fist in the air in victory, earning some weird glances from other students.

Oh boy, but he did not care.

He just scored some swooning time from you.

The day of practice arrived.

Oikawa kept making glances at the gym doors every couple minutes.

“She’ll be here, stop worrying or you’ll get gray hair”

Oikawa pouts.

Why weren’t you here yet? Given, it’s only been a couple minutes since school ended, but your last class wasn’t too far from the gym. So, naturally Oikawa worried.

But then, the steel door slides open and your head pops in and looks around, scanning.

Your eyes land on him and he can feel himself immediately standing straighter.

With recognition, you offer a small wave and a cheesy grin.

Oikawa feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. Gosh, you were adorable.

Oikawa jogs over to your entrance, “Hey! I’m glad you are able to make it!” He admits with a hand behind his head.

“Yeah, definitely. I wouldn’t want to miss a practice of THE seijoh volleyball club, of course” you giggled at your exaggeration.

Oh my god. Your giggle. Oikawa notes to look up some cheesy jokes later, he wants to hear that giggle of yours more.

“Well, well, well look what we have here.”

A voice chimes, approaching the pair. Hanamaki makes his way over.

He pats, or well, slaps, Oikawa's back, making him lurch a bit forward at the impact.

Way to make me look cool, Makki. Oikawa thinks.

“Is this THE y/n that I’ve heard so much about?”

Y/n tilts her head in confusion.

Oh my god, Oikawa feels his heart squeeze. You are too cute.

However Oikawa finally registers what Makki said.

Y/n wasn’t really popular so she was confused, “Who was talking about me?-"

She gets cut off but a tomato Oikawa.

“You are at the top for most of your classes so it makes sense that he’s heard of you. I-I mean there’s not a lot of people who go here so it’s a small world really. ” Oikawa rambles and frantically waves his hand around to change the subject quickly.

As much as Y/n is smart, she is equally dumb in understanding affection.

“Right yeah, that makes sense, I guess.” She shrugs it off, “You guys should probably head over and do your stretches.” Y/n notices that the coach has entered the gym.

The two volleyball looks over and nods their heads in agreement and make their way over. However, there definitely was a slight shove from the brown haired boy to his teammate.

As practice continued, it consisted of a lot of Oikawa showing off and making quick glances at Y/n to make sure she was watching.

Surely enough, she was watching and, of course, she was impressed. At some point Oikawa pulled the cliché of dedicating one of his excellent serves to Y/n, but the cheesiness wasn't enough to not make Y/n blush.

Then, the coach called to do some scrimmages between the team as they could form two whole teams.

Oikawa looked over at Y/n, her eyes cast down at her lap as she was on her phone, texting someone probably.

Cue WorryOikawa. Is she bored? Did I bore her? Does she want to leave? No, that would mess up my plan on walking her home and asking her out. Oikawa pouted that would probably cause him wrinkles in the future.

However, a clever idea popped up in his love-struck head. Oikawa jogged his way over his crush.

Y/n looked up expectantly and put down her phone and smiled. Oikawa could melt into a puddle, for real. His mind goes blank for a hot second.

"What's up?"

Oikawa almost got distracted and forgot about his mission, "Uh, we are going to start a match and I was wondering if you would want to be a line judge?"

"Oh, yeah sure! Sounds like fun."

Oikawa smiled and guided to Y/n where typical line judges stand, explaining her role in the most clear way possible.

Y/n had a simple understanding of volleyball, so she felt like watching where the ball goes won't be too hard. What can go wrong?

Oh, if she only knew.

The match began and both teams were giving it their all. Each time didn't pull forward a lot as the points were always near each other. With every spike, there was a block, then a counter, and repeated.

Then, during a long rally that felt like it was never going to end, Y/n was on the opposite side of where Oikawa's team played, watching the sidelines.

Oikawa sticks to his tried and true by sending a quick toss to Iwaizumi. It was a bit low, but he could make it work.

The opposing team, who was trying to narrow the course of his spikes for the majority of the match finally decided to commit to a three person block, providing immense pressure on the ace.

Y/n looked in awe at how it seemed like Iwaizumi stopped in mid-air.

It happened quite quickly, to be honest. One second, Y/n was staring at the line, but now she was staring at the ceiling of the gymnasium with a stinging feeling on her forehead and the bridge of her nose.

Feeling the pressure of the three person block, Iwaizumi was hoping a nice, sharp line shot, but his aiming was a bit flawed as it hit Y/n straight in her pretty face.

The impact sounded hard.

Y/n felt tears begin as her nose and forehead stung.

Oikawa watched in horror as his blood ran cold. As much as he wasn't the one spiking, it was a ball that he tossed and so he still felt extremely guilty.

He snapped back in reality, when he heard you say an audible "Ow" as you put your hand over where the ball made impact and sat up from the ground.

He ran towards you and noticed your tears.

He felt awful. Making your crush cry isn't something that anyone aims for.

"Are you okay, Y/n? Here, let me take you to the nurse's office."

However, coach was quick to shut down that idea as Oikawa was the setter and one of the important cogs in this well oiled machine.

Instead, coach offered to have one of the second years who were sitting on the sidelines to take Y/n to the nurse.

"But-" Oikawa starts to protest, but finds that refuting will only lead to unnecessary punishment.

The coach ends up calling one of the second years that were on the side lines to bring Y/n to the nurse. Oikawa pouts at the constriction in his chest that makes it hard to breathe.

He was pulled out of his pity party by a slap on his back, which shocked him, but he already knew who it was.

"It's going to be fine. Third times the charm", Iwaizumi reassures his childhood friend.

It's touching, really.

Oikawa has sought girl after girl in the past.

Iwaizumi knows this. He has to deal with the yapping of Oikawa every time he thinks he has found the "love of his life".

Weirdly enough, Oikawa's track record of significant others isn't the greatest. As much as he has many fangirls swarming around him, he tends to fixates on volleyball and disregards time with his partner, resulting in the end of the romantic relationship.

So, you can imagine the confusion on Iwaizumi's face as he watched Oikawa ponder what coffee order he should get to appear "cool" to you.

The amount of effort and time Oikawa is putting in his little profession of love is telling in of itself.

Not to mention, Oikawa doesn't know this, but Iwaizumi shares a class with Y/n and thinks they are really sweet and hardworking. So, he may not look it, but he is rooting for Oikawa and Y/n to get together.

Third attempt.

Flowers and chocolates. What could possibly go wrong? Stripping away all of the fluffy fluff and getting down to the basics.

At least, that's what Oikawa is telling himself.

He awaits for the period before lunch to end, that way, when he professes his love, he is able to either run away to his usual spot or spend a nice, relaxing lunch with his crush.

To ensure productivity, Oikawa practiced running to his locker, grabbing the flowers and chocolates, and calculating the fastest route to your class, so he wouldn't miss you by too much.

Oh, Oikawa. You didn't think about the lunch rush? And, of course, his fan club.

He is breaking a bit of sweat, clutching the flowers like his life depended on it and if he held onto the box of chocolates any tighter, the chocolates would be either crushed or melted.

Nonetheless, he makes it your class and takes a breathe, taking a peek inside. There you were in all your oblivious glory, packing your school bag. Oikawa sighed, you had a half of your hair up with a white bow holding it. Gosh, you were cute.

Oikawa blinked back into reality. He didn't realize the amount of students around him as they were going to their lockers or making their way to the lunchroom.

Oikawa takes a breathe and hyped himself up to talk to you, but he gets interrupted when a small girl with a bento box approaches him. He recognizes her as one of the girls who tends to cheer Seijoh's away matches.

He flashes a smile and says thank you. His eyes keep darting to the girl and Y/n's classroom door, making sure he doesn't miss his chance. He tries to keep the conversation short and simple because he is on the verge of professing his love to his crush.

Much to his dismay, other girls who have also openly claimed to be a part of Oikawa's fan club, makes their way over to him, as they thought this was a perfect opportunity for them to show their support by giving small baked gifts and other such things.

Oh, Oikawa was practically dying inside.

But, the moment he saw your white bow walk outside the classroom, his eyes widened. This is it. He drowned out the others and let out a "Y/n!" in an attempt to get your attention.

Oh, curse the lunch rush because Y/n does not end up turning around to see him, but looks around to see who called her.

Oikawa quickly tries to raise one hand, but the fangirls have formed a circle around him and the array of people walking up and down the halls are not in his favor.

Y/n, however, makes eye contact with Oikawa eventually, and Oikawa feels as if the air has been knocked out of him.

This is it. Y/n smiles at the familiarity, but then she casts her attention to the girls swarming him, and then back to Oikawa.

There's something behind her eyes, but Oikawa can't put his finger on it. But, god, did he just want to make his way towards you.

Y/n sends a tight-lipped smile his way and sends a small wave. She turns away and continues walking down the hall.

Oikawa feels his heart drop to his stomach.

That's it? You were probably already in line for lunch, chatting to one of your friends.

And there was Oikawa, in the hallway, clutching a box of chocolates and flowers that he bought along the way to school, so they were as fresh as possible for Y/n.

The crowd dissipates and Oikawa feels defeated. Maybe the universe just didn't want the two of you together.

Oikawa frowns at the thought. That's just rude, Oikawa curses any superior being above.

So, here is Oikawa, sitting with his almost deflated flowers and more deflated ego with a box of chocolates at a bench, waiting for Iwaizumi to be done in the locker room so they can walk home together.

Oikawa has planned a long rant for his beloved friend.

"You're thinking so hard, I think you might hurt yourself." A voice pipes in that makes Oikawa jump from his angry mental speech.

However, what shocks him more, is the familiarity of the voice.

He daydreams about it too much to not know who it is.

He whips his head to see Y/n there. She turned her head to the side in curiosity to what got the brown haired boy so worked up.

"What's got you thinking so hard?" Y/n plops down next to him.

Oikawa saw this ironic opportunity and ran with it.

He took a deep breathe, "So, there was this girl..." and told his whole ordeal with all his attempts.

You listened to all of it with care and attention.

"Well, if you just tell her all the trouble you went through, I'm sure she would understand and give you a chance" Y/n reasons.

How ironic.

"You know, you're right. Will you go out with me?" What has he got to lose?

Now, Y/n has officially short circuited.

"Wait, what?!"

"Will you do me the honor of taking you out?"

"Me?! I'm the girl?"

"Yeah, you were." Oikawa shys away a bit.

"So, those flowers and chocolates are", a short pause, "mine?"

"Yeah, they are" he answers.

Y/n looks at him with a look of sincerity and a smidge of disbelief at how sweet the boy in front of her.

She looks at his eyes, then down at his lips and thinks, why not?

Y/n kisses the boy she has been crushing on since forever.

"So, is that a yes?" Oikawa presumes.

"Hmm, I'll think about it." She answers with a cheeky smile.

#oikawa toru x reader #haikyuuxreader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x y/n #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru #oikawa

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justanothercloudinthesky · 2 years

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Bad Day

Osamu x Reader, Akaashi x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader

Notes: sometimes you just need someone to be there after a bad day, whether at work or school or just... because it is. we all need that someone.

Hurt/Comfort

Osamu:

now, it would be silly to think that ranting to him hadn’t crossed your mind, the way his cool-toned eyes would focus in on yours, occasionally flashing to your nose to see it wrinkle just a bit when you laughed or rambled. He might not realize just how much he’s a walking breathing beacon of comfort for you.

In a perfect world you’d run into his arms in this moment, tears streaming down your face as he’d lift you up, arms toned from years of training, he’d look down and take a deep breath, content you were in his arms. as he’d cradle you, not a word needing to be spoken.

but... the world is far from perfect, so as you set foot over the threshold of the door, taking deep breathes to keep your emotions in check. not expecting the living room lamp to be on. or his eyes peeking over the couch, crinkling in a smile.

“you’re home!” his voice immediately drawing emotion closer and closer to your breaking point, as he started to stand up, picking up a plate filled with all assortments of sweets. his smile, not quite as wide as his brothers, not quite as rare as Suna’s, not quite as symmetrical as Kita’s, but perfect. more perfect than all the others combined.

you didn’t even realize that tears had been running until his warm hand came up to wipe them away, close enough so you could smell the fabric softener in his sweatshirt.

as he wraps his arms around you, shaking you out of your haze as you sob into his shoulder. maybe no words were needed. maybe it doesn’t have to be perfect, but little moments. moments of peace, moments of love, moments to simply be. moments like these, perfect moments, were good enough.

Akaashi:

the shock on your face was reflected back at you, as you stared at Him, the love of your life. his sweet blue eyes widening behind the frames of his glasses, frozen in place. both of you in shock at the interaction that had just transpired.

“I- I didn’t mean any of that, I’m so sorry, I was stressed and-” the worlds leaving your mouth before a sob escaped, your hand not fast enough to muffle it. his gaze shifting, eyes softening as he took in the scene. the clear marks of exhaustion written in your face.

his footsteps seemingly silent as he suddenly seemed to appear mere inches from you, his smooth hand cool against your skin, as he gathered the tears on his fingers, wiping them gently on his shirt, before tilting your head so you’d meet his eyes.

“it is okay, I promise.” he spoke as more sobs broke loose, Akaashi merely pulling you closer, kissing your forehead, knowing that you lashing out was not any attack, but merely two exhausted people trying their hardest to continue on. his hands holding your own, running a finger of your knuckles as he looked with such compassion.

“I love you.”

those words so powerful, yet so simple. giving you the strength you were unaware you were lacking. hugging him tightly as he chuckled softly. reminding you he was there, as he gently led you to the bathroom, helping you into a warm bath, hands still intertwined.

Something as simple as a break, his words distracting you from it all. nothing important being said, but the simple company of another person did wonders. no grand gestures, but something far more powerful. a simple forehead kiss, his eyes crinkling at your jokes and a simple ‘I love you.’

Iwaizumi:

his shoes sounded as he walked into the hallway, exhausted from work himself, as you’d been sitting on the couch, trying to calm down from it all. all the stress can do weird things, making you feel so absolutely alone. Not saying hello like usual, as he hung his bag on the hook, tossing his workout clothes in the washer before walking over, giving you the usual kiss on the cheek.

you stood up too, starting the routine but hollow as you continue, wanting to bring it up to him, to the just talk it out. trying to catch up, not knowing quite what you would say, but simply craving his company, he was obviously tired and while you didn’t want to burden him, you weren’t sure how long you could hold it to yourself either.

finally meeting him in the kitchen, as he chops vegetables for dinner. your mouth opening and closing many times, just looking for the words to say. the right ones finally coming to you. walking close, you tug on the hem of his shirt.

“please... just hold me?” you said softly, concern washing over his face, as he set down the knife, bending over a little to hug you tightly, lifting you into his arms, looking you in the eyes.

“it’s okay, I’ve got you.” he said, not knowing his words would bring such comfort to you, tears of relief flooding down your cheeks. his questions being quelled by the smile etching itself on your lips.

“thank you.” you breathe, finally relaxing into his arms. your face in his shoulder, his hand gentle rubbing your back as he walks you to the couch, sitting down, and simply holding on. life’s scary, and things are stressful sometimes, but sometimes you just need someone to hold you, someone who won’t let go. and... maybe that makes things okay.

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filedyuzuchi · 11 months

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KUROO as your EX who desperately wants you back.

It has been seven years.

You and Kuroo broke up seven years ago when the two of you were in your 18s. Your schedules weren’t matching, the two of you were immature, you were busy chasing your dreams of becoming an academic achiever, while he was busy training and attending matches to achieve his dream on being a professional volleyball player. It was tiring, that’s why breaking up was the solution of both of you.

Or how you thought it was.

Those seven years was a pain in the ass. Everytime you would experience something happy, you wished Kuroo was beside you. Your queen sized bed, feels a lot more bigger now he was gone. Your hand always seemed so heavy and cold without his touch. Each second he isn’t with you, it felt empty and painful. Even your friends wondered how you survived like this for seven years now.

Currently, you’re a CEO of one of the most famous marketing companies. For some reason, you haven’t noticed that you once gave your business card to a professional athlete, that happens to be Kuroo, that’s why you are now on a phone call with him. “Y/N..” Kuroo continues through the phone, voice shaking, nervous and at the same time excited that he has finally reached you now. “I can’t force you to be with me.” A sad tone appears from the phone, echoing through your eardrums. “But I hope you know that I am willing to do anything I can to make this right.”

“You want me to beg for it?” He asks, sounding so desperate, that almost your co-workers have heard it too. “I’ll get down on my knees and beg for you. I’ll do it right now, if that’s what you want.”

#haikyuu #haikyuuxreader #haikyuuxyn #yn #reader #oneshots #haikyuuoneshotds #haikyuuheadcanons #kuroo #kurootetsurou #kurooheadcanons #fluff #smut #animeheadcanons #anime #kuroofanart #nekoma #animeeee

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carleycore · 2 years

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The way the Haikyuu men would be such good fathers

Warnings: Cutenesssssss

Characters: Oikawa, Semi, Osamu, and Kenma

Dad!Oikawa who’d stay up late at night practicing how to do the complicated braid his daughter wanted for school the next day on her American Girl Doll

Dad!Semi who’d sing the same song ever since your kids were in the womb and how he’d start sniffling when he heard then try to sing it back to him.

Dad!Osamu who’d teach his kids how to cook along with him making elaborate Pinterest looking designs out of their food for their bento boxes, making sure they were packed full and his babies wouldn’t be going hungry.

Dad!Kenma who’d buy his baby a shaker shaped like a Nintendo Switch with tiny glitter cats inside so he’d have the illusion that they were playing with him. (He’d 100% spend his CEO money to have a custom one to fit every game he plays, so of course he’d have an ACNH shaker with tiny replicas of his favorite villagers inside.

╰┈➤ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ @ᴄᴀʀʟᴇʏ-ᴄʜᴀɴ 2023 ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋ/ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.

#Haikyuu #Oikawa #Semi #kenma #Osamu #DadHaikyuu #HaikyuuDads #DadOikawaxReader #DadSemi #DadKenma #DadOsamuxreader #DomesticHaikyuu #Haikyuuxreader #oikawa x reader #semi x reader #kenma x reader #car_writes

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sarcastic-kai · 2 years

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in his grip- Yan! Tsukishima x Fem! Reader

•Tsukishima•

You give a small wiggle, trying your best to subtly squirm your way out of your boyfriend's hold. To your dismay, the arm he has draped over your waist only tightens.

Sighing, you go still.

Guess I'll just have to wait a bit longer.

You stare at the window across the room from you, watching as the early rays of morning light stream through the curtains, casting a pattern of feathery shadows and equally gentle light beams across the carpet of your bedroom.

Tsukishima nuzzles closer to you, his warm breath now fanning the back of your neck and making you shiver.

You don't resist as he pulls you even further into him, pressing your back flush against his bare chest. The contact makes you stiffen, but you quickly relax yourself, trying not to wake him. He's always grumpy if he is woken up before noon on a weekend.

Glancing at the clock on your nightstand, the neon red lights tell you that it is only ten forty-three in the morning. You grumble, straightening your limbs and arching your back in an attempt to stretch out and relieve your stiff joints.

Your butt accidentally brushes against Tsuki's crotch, and you hear him let out a soft grunt, but he still doesn't wake up.

You slump back into his embrace, letting out another drawn-out sigh. Your left hand slowly lifts up to your neck, feeling the tender flesh where Tsukishima had left bruises from last night. You wince, just slightly, a soft throbbing pain rising in the delicate spots.

Behind you, Tsukishima lets out a small groan, shifting in his spot. His hand moves from your waist, slowly sliding up to your shoulder and back down again, and you nearly yelp in surprise. Twisting around to look at him, your e/c orbs meet his own hazel ones, which are watching you curiously.

Offering him a smile, you roll over to your other side so you are now facing him.

To your pleasant surprise, he seems to be in a decent mood, despite the fact that he has woken up earlier than normal. His eyes flick to your neck, where your hand still rests.

"Is it bothering you?" He asks, voice holding just a hint of concern.

You shake your head, hesitantly, your smile barely wavering. "No."

Tsukishima' s eyes narrow, and his lips draw into a thin line. "Don't lie to me y/n."

His voice is cold, and you involuntarily shiver.

You pause for a moment, your eyes flicking over his shoulder and then back to his unwavering gaze.

"I... yes," you whisper, looking away.

Tsukishima's hand on your shoulder moves to tilt your face back to him, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Why did you lie to me, y/n?"

"I didn't want to make you feel bad," you confess.

Tsukishima's lips twitch into a smirk-like smile, and he leans closer, capturing your lips in a slow, lazy morning kiss.

You kiss him back, although reluctant to do so, you don't want to make him irritated so early in the day.

Breaking the kiss, Tsukishima murmurs, "Don't worry about me. My job is to worry about you."

Your heart flutters at his words, but at the same time, a deep sense of dread is creeping into your gut. You try not to show your guilt, and instead kiss him on the cheek before leaning closer to him and nuzzling your face into his neck.

Tsukishima strokes your hair, mumbling with a yawn, "We'll get some ice on the bruises soon, okay love?"

Too preoccupied to answer, you simply sigh and nod.

It wasn't always like this. Tsukishima wasn't always so overbearing and aggressive. In fact, you hadn't even noticed it at first. It was only little things, like how he would drape an arm around your shoulders or waist when you were in public, or how he'd get a little spiteful if you didn't hang out with him enough. Those things either were unnoticed, overlooked, brushed off, ignored, or summed up to him just missing you. It hadn't really bothered you, despite the fact that your friends had pointed out his behaviour as weird a couple of times.

It was only when he began to be mean to your friends, saying that they were jealous, accusing them of being toxic and unsupportive, that you began to wonder if something was off with him.

But whenever you'd begin to worry about your relationship, or hesitate with him, he'd take notice, then lure you back in with kisses, sex, and empty promises. His strange behaviors would stop for a while, and you'd eventually forget about it.

But then it'd happen again.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

But the thing that really set you off was an incident last summer.

You had proposed a fun, relaxing afternoon at the beach, and Tsukishima had reluctantly agreed.

You offered to invite his volleyball team hoping to make him a little bit more excited, but he immediately turned you down, almost angrily.

You had brushed it off and continued with your day.

But when Tsukishima saw another man looking at you for just a little too long, he lost it. It ended up with a public fistfight and you two leaving early.

You had spent the rest of the night patching him up and shaking. You remember having asked him why he had hurt the man.

To your recollection, he had simply replied, "he was disrespecting you".

After that, he had refused to answer any more questions, but he let you turn on Hell's Kitchen and cuddle him until you fell asleep.

A pair of soft lips graze your neck, jolting you back into the present. Kei's delicate fingers run through your hair, then grasp your locks and tug you ever closer to him.

Smirking, your boyfriend pulls away from your neck, his eyes bearing deep into yours, and you swallow, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

"Y/n," Tsukishima hums, going back to running his hand through your hair. "You look upset. What were you thinking about?"

As soon as the questions registers to you, you automatically relax your face, trying to give him an indifferent, yet innocent look.

"What do you mean? I'm not upset," You say, voice monotone as you force your lips into a smile.

Kei doesn't say anything, but instead pulls away from you and flops onto his back.

Your stomach twists, your nerves buzzing with anxiety roused from his suspicious tone.

He can't know how I feel.

Kei's sudden silence only serves to set you more on edge. As much as you hope your little act was good enough to reroute his attention and suspicion, you know he's smarter than that.

Deciding it's better to just distract yourself for the moment, you slowly roll away from him, planting your feet onto the carpet. You raise your arms and arch your back, giving yourself one last stretch before the first activity of the day.

You yawn and turn back to Tsukishima, who gives you his usual smirk.

"I'm gonna go get that ice, 'Kay?"

The blonde only nods in response and sinks back into the pillows.

With that, you quietly pad into the kitchen, unaware that your boyfriend's cold, narrow gaze is following your every move.

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#Haikyuu #haikyuuxreader #yandere #tsukishima x reader #yandere tsukishima

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jjeulip · 2 months

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Haikyuu boy as sum of the texts me and my bf send to each other.

p.s i'm 9 months older than him ( a little bit of nsfw )

|| Miya Atsumu

Him >> Yikes, I just found some bananas in the kitchen. Gonna eat those.

You << oh! oh! I want a banana too!!

Him >> nah, you can have my banana instead :P

|| Kozume Kenma

Him >> wait- actually, let me get down first.

You << Why? are you on a tree?

Him >> why would i want to fucking climb a tree?

|| Kuroo Testuro

You >> I'm old enough.

Him << and I'm big enough <33

|| Sugawara Koushi

Him >> if you don't listen to me, I will spank you

You << I didn't know you were this kinky tbh...

|| Suna Rintarō

You << I can't sleep..

Him >> Watch tiktok.

|| Tuskishima Kei

You << are you even reading what I just texted?

Him >> my glasses just broke.

You << why?

Him >> a dog was chasing me so I ran and my glasses just happened to be slipped off from my face that moment and I stepped on it, I was so pissed off that I just stopped running from the dog and the dog just stopped chasing at me when I did that. I hate dogs.

|| Oikawa Tooru

You << why are you so big when you're literally younger than me? That's not fair.

Him >> I don't know, honestly. I was just born with it, y'know? natural big D :>

You << I meant your height and body

Him >> oh. 🤷‍♀️

|| Miya Osamu

Him >> *send picture* wanna drink strawberry smoothie that I just made?

You << no?

Him >> let's break up.

|| Bokuto Kōtarō

Him >> sorry I fell asleep _._

Him >> sorry :( I was sleeping

Him >> hello! hello! Babyyy im sry I fell asleep:[

Him >> hey, I was sleeping :')

Him >> heellow, I was sleeping lol

Srsly, bitch- stop sleeping istg. 🙄

|| Hinata Shoyo

Him >> can you dance? Like waacking?

You << no why?

Him >> idk, I have been seeing those dance videos on fyp and I just thought it looks really cool.

You << oh unfortunately I can't do the waccking dance but I can give a lap dance for you. :P

Him >> what's a lap dance?

*five minutes later*

Him >> •/////• sure, I mean.. if you want to.. ig sure.

|| Kageyama Tobio

Him >> *send scrrenshot* my battery is at 2%

Him >> hey my phone is about to die.

Him >> I forgot to plug my phone last night and it's on 3% now.

Him >> sry, my phone died :(

Him >> uh.. btw ma'am.. *send screenshot* my phone is about to die. (Pls don't get mad)

Him >> only have like 2% left *send screenshot*

Him >> *send screenshot, showing you his phone battery is on 2%* :))

|| Akaashi Keji

Him >> hey why aren't you replying to me anymore?

You << sry :( I just got a cut

Him >> huh.. how?

You << I was just trying to grab a little table knife from my desk, and I accidentally got cut

Him >> is it big? Put some medicine in it

You << nah. It will hurt

Him >> hey, go put some.. c'mon

You << :<

Him >> go.

You << it's not even that big, I swear!

Him >> that's it. I'm calling your mom.

|| Sakusa Kyioomi

Him >> I really shouldn't have watch that horror movie tbh.

You << are u okay?

*a minute passes by*

You << heyyy hellooo???

Him >> I think I heard something

You << ok??

Him >> I heard something. Like i'm not even joking.. It sounded like water dropping.

You << probably water dropping from the sink?

Him >> no... the sink never drops water...

You << you are just being paranoid stop 😭

Him >> No. I'm sure, it's not from the sink

You << what movie did you watched?

Him >> the well?

You << oh :)

Him >> HELP ME I THINK THERE IS SOMEONE IN THE HOUSE.

*You had to facetime him until he fell asleep that night*

|| Iwaizumi Hajime

Him >> I'm about to head to the gym, wanna join?

You << nah, I'm comfortable in my bed.

Him >> why did you stay up really late at nights? You should sleep early at night and wake up early at morning. Be productive c'mon.

You << nah -.-

Him >> I'm going for a morning walk tmr. Wanna walk with me?

You << what time?

Him >> 5:30am?

You << please, gtfo.

Btw my bf favorite characters in haikyuu are tendou and koganegawa!!

©jjeulip

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bitch-for-bo · 2 years

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Sweetheart (Piercer! Suna Rintarō x Brat! Chubby reader)

didn't know I needed piercer! rintarō until i wrote this...

NSFW: MINORS GTF OUTTA HERE!!!!!

It was really stupid.

The way you were crying was so fucking stupid.

You didn’t even really know why you were crying……

….well….that was a lie…..

You were crying because of that stupid asshole in your college lit course. The one who led you on all semester before telling you that you were ‘not his type’

Not his type?

He took you out for ice cream before trying to feel you up in his shitty little car and when you told him you didn’t really feel like doing anything that soon, he went off. Yelling about how you’d been tricking him and how he didn’t want a relationship, how you were ‘just for fun’ ‘cause he would never date ‘a girl like you’.

Needless to say, you would be moving seats in class.

This was constantly how it was, it had happened to you so many times that you’d just accepted that you would always only be the ‘just for fun’ girl. You’d always be the one that they snuck past their friends, not wanting to explain why they’d brought a girl like you home, just a bunch of assholes who didn’t want to receive judgment from their asshole friends.

And while you had tried your best to suffer through this treatment, thinking it’d eventually get better, you were officially over it. Which was why you couldn’t figure out for the life of you, why you were wasting tears on this guy.

You ended up wine drunk with your friends, bitter-watching 2000s rom-coms and trying not to let them talk you into an irresponsible decision.

But you were sad.

So you let them.

You ended up scrolling through a local tattoo shop’s website, admiring the pieces and wincing at the prices. You wanted something cute….. but also inexpensive….. and probably kinda small.

……but still…….tattoos were so….. permanent, did you really want to be reminded of this asshole every time you saw yourself in the mirror?

That was when you saw that this shop also did piercings.

It was perfect.

Piercings were small, not super expensive, and easily removable if you got absolutely sick of them.

You booked your appointment for the following week and woke up to a pretty harsh hangover the next day.

A week later you walked into the shop and almost died on the spot.

You stuck out like a sore thumb.

More than two sets of eyes watched as you walked through the lobby of the shop, making you flinch and shrink into yourself under their stares.

You got to the counter and tried to hide your pleasant surprise when the woman behind the counter offered you a bright smile.

“ ‘r you our 3 ‘o clock? Piercing?”

You nodded, smiling back at her.

“Sweet. Follow me”

She got up and let you further into the shop, passing a couple of stations, almost all filled with customers.

“We have private rooms for our piercers, especially your type of piercing.” the woman winked at you, laughing as your eyes widened and your mouth dropped into a little ‘o’.

“Ahh, don’t worry! I’m just teasing,” her face dropped a bit, “... but we do want you to be comfortable.”

The two of you arrived at your room. She led you in and let you take a seat in the chair.

“Alright.” She started, leaning against the counter and clasping her hands in front of her “now, we have a really great piercer, he does all of our piercings and we’ve literally never gotten a single complaint about him.”

Your face must’ve dropped when she said ‘him’.

“We also have an apprentice, who is definitely great, but she is also still learning….and you are new to this.”

You nodded.

“While I completely get it if you want her to pierce you, I will say that she isn’t nearly as good as our main piercer.”

You nodded again, slower this time.

“So I’ll give you a minute or two to decide. Like I said… no pressure.” she offered a thumbs up before leaving the room, telling you she’d be back briefly to get your answer.

You were split. You really were… on one hand, you wanted a female piercer, but on the other hand, you really didn’t want this to get messed up. And who knew? What if you had difficult nipples to pierce? What if she tore through it? What the fuck would happen then?

So while you didn’t necessarily want a man piercing your nips, you decided that he was a professional for a reason and that you would rather feel embarrassed for a couple of minutes than be in too much pain.

When the manager came back in, you told her.

“Fantastic, I’ll let him know you’re here, and when I see you next, you’ll have some sick fucking piercings.”

She left with one last thumbs up, leaving you to twiddle your thumbs and wait for your piercer.

The man that came through that door was somehow, exactly what you’d expected.

Tall, dark, and handsome, sporting tattoos in the form of patchwork sleeves and one that wrapped around the side of his neck. He couldn't have been shorter than 6’2”, and while he was definitely lean, you could tell he was still pretty built with the way that his biceps flexed as he closed the door behind him.

You were also exactly what Suna expected when his manager let him know his appointment was ready. Another college-age girl getting her nipples pierced.

Of course, you weren’t like every other college girl that came in here, you were sitting so he couldn’t get the full effect, but Suna knew just by how you looked now that you were absolutely his type.

Your plump thighs were pressed together as you sat rigidly, making him regret that he didn’t have a smaller chair, just so he could see them squish together more, to see your ass struggle to fit in. You were sitting uncomfortably straight, obviously nervous, but Suna didn’t mind, the way that you were pushing your chest out gave him the perfect view of how nicely your shirt fell against your tits, nipples visible though not hard enough to pierce yet, he observed.

Your face burned as you watched your piercer's eyes attach to your nipples. You knew that it was literally his job, and that he probably did this at least twice a day, but that didn’t stop you from feeling like there was something inherently intimate about it. So you turned your eyes away from his face, hoping he would hurry up with his assessment.

And while Suna did do this quite often, and he was always incredibly professional about it, he just couldn’t help but stare at you a bit longer. After all, you were exactly his type… and when you rolled your eyes away from him, a small frown making its way onto your face, he couldn’t stop the grin from coming onto his.

“How’re you doing?…. I’m Rintarō….I’ll be piercing you today.”

You nodded, offering a small smile as you reached out to shake his hand.

Damn…. His hand was fucking huge compared to yours. You’d never had small hands, quite average actually maybe even bigger simply accounting for your extra weight, but even with the fake nails you had on, Rintarō’s fingers were still longer than yours, and definitely thicker. And wow his hands were cold!

You introduced yourself, before thanking him for the appointment, stating that you were a bit nervous as it was your first time.

As you spoke, you missed the way Suna’s eyebrow raised in interest. You spoke of how nervous you were, and how you’d never been inside of a real piercing shop before, but your body language was saying something completely different. While your words themselves were mild, even slightly withdrawn, your tone and posture exuded a level of prissy that Suna didn’t expect.

Well, that was a lie….. he definitely expected you to be a bit stuck up as soon as he’d seen that little frown on your face, but he didn’t expect you to be like this….hell, you were the best kind of stuck up.

You were a brat who didn’t even know they were.

And this impression that Suna got of you only increased as he talked to you. As he explained the procedure and put on gloves, he watched the nervousness in your face slowly morph into distrust, maybe even a bit of doubt.

“Alright, now that that’s out of the way, let's get that top off and mark where you want these bad boys.”

“Do I really need to take it all the way off?” you asked.

Suna chuckled, he wondered if you knew just how condescending your tone was.

“Not at all sweetheart, just keep it outta my way and we’ll be good.”

You turned your head towards the wall before lifting your shirt over your breasts, your face still hot with embarrassment.

Suna had to bite his tongue to stop himself from letting out a low whistle. He’d pierced some pretty people throughout his career, but you? It wasn’t even sexual….. The sight in front of him was almost art. The way that you wouldn't meet his eyes, the way your knuckles were turning light at how hard you clasped the hem of your shirt.

Yeah, your tits were great but the now exposed sight of where the tops of your thighs pressed together was far better.

“Umm, are you gonna mark them now?” you asked, he’d been quiet for a bit now.

“Just looking for symmetry sweetheart, don’t get your panties in a twist, we’ve got all the time in the world.”

You frowned.

“I just think that-”

Suddenly the little wheeled chair that he was sitting on was right next to you, and his face was close to yours, too close to be appropriate.

“I know what I’m doing Princess…. No need to think.”

Your head snapped away from him, choosing to lock your gaze onto the opposite wall.

Fuck…… his attractiveness was making this seem a lot more hot and a lot less unprofessional.

Rintarō just laughed again before going and opening a couple of cabinets along the wall, pulling out his already sterilized equipment along with a couple of paper towels.

“What’re those for?” you asked, skeptical as you watched the piercer open the small freezer he had, taking an ice cube from a tray.

Your eyes widened as he approached you with them.

“‘K, it’s time for the not-so-fun part, it’s gonna be cold okay?”

“Wait!” you gasped, “can’t I do that myself?”

“Do you have gloves on?”

You winced when he lowered the ice cube onto your nipple, trying your best to stay still as you felt the little pricks of cold travel down your torso, straight to your core.

This was probably something you should’ve thought about before choosing to get nipple piercings from the hottest man alive. You’d never really known if you had sensitive nipples because none of your partners had ever really tried that.

So if you were busy avoiding Rintarō’s gaze before, you were absolutely booked doing it now.

But despite your attempts to hide it, Rintarō could tell.

He could tell with the way that he could feel your heartbeat pounding under his fingers as he held the ice cube to your left breast, rubbing it around the area of the nipple so as to not make any certain spot unbearably cold.

He watched your face amusedly when the cube ran over the bud itself, the way you slightly bit your lip, and how your knees twitched.

“Alright, here’s why we ice it first….” he said, dropping the ice cube into the sink before returning to your side.

“Why do we- fuck!!” you hissed, your upper half involuntarily pulling away from Rintarō, who’d just cinched the clamp onto your left nipple.

He instructed you to breathe, placing his hand on your shoulder as he helped your inhale pattern, lightly squeezing to help distract you from the fact that your nipple felt like it was caught in a crab’s claw.

How the fuck did some people enjoy this shit?

It burned! And all you could think about was how fucking sore your tit would be!

You were beginning to regret this decision.

But then it happened…

“‘Atta girl….you’re doing real good…..”

Thank god you were able to hide your face behind your arms that were still holding your shirt up, because if you hadn’t Rintarō would’ve been able to see your eyes widen and your jaw drop open in shock at the absolutely filthy amount of bass in his voice.

Holy shit…..

You didn’t know if you wanted him to do it again or if you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Was he trying to do this?

….probably…..

You convinced yourself that this was how he treated every girl that came in for an appointment with him. He held their hands a bit too long when he shook them, he smirked at them as he ‘assessed’ them through their tops, called them ‘sweetheart’ and ‘princess’.....

Men were pigs….. That was your conclusion. This man was no different.

Unfortunately, that realization did nothing to cease the wet patch currently growing between your thighs.

You decided you’d just press your eyes closed and tough it out, that you wouldn’t provoke him in any way…. You really couldn’t handle another unattainable crush, especially on a man you’d just met.

“Ok, I’m gonna take it off now…” he warned.

You sighed, ready for the pinching to be over as your nipple was now cold AND achy. You still questioned how anyone in their right fucking mind could be into that……. That was until Rintarō’s finger nudged it.

You barely stopped a moan from ripping out of your chest.

Did you understand now?

Suna chuckled as he heard the little gasp you were unable to suppress, and don’t think he didn’t notice how you readjusted yourself, thighs rubbing together as he (as gently as he could) took the clamp off and went to place the ink dot.

“Feel better?” He asked, watching as you let out a relieved sigh when the clamp was finally gone.

You nodded, still not willing to look him in the eye.

“Well…. This is the part that’s even less fun.” He retrieved the needle.

“I’m gonna count you down, on one I’m gonna need you to take a nice deep breath for me okay?”

You nodded.

Suna really wished he could see your face right now. He’d almost give anything just to see your expression as he prepared to push the needle through.

And while you liked to think that the universe was good to you, the universe was better to Rintarō.

He nearly groaned as a high-pitched whine let your lips when he pushed the needle through, your body slightly jerking against his chair in pain as you let out a breathy ‘fuck’ as he followed the needle with the jewelry.

Even as he took the needle away from your body, the piercing complete, you were letting out little whines about how bad it hurt.

And while he should’ve soothed you and let you know it was over, he couldn’t help but take the chance to quickly admire his work.

Fuck…. He thought, he was almost angry at how fucking good you looked.

Your shirt was still up, he let his eyes wander down past your newly pierced nipple, down to your plush waist and soft stomach.

God, you looked so fucking nice…. he wanted to feel it, under his fingers….. under him…….

He cleared his throat, trying to adjust himself in his pants, trying to make his embarrassingly prominent hard-on less apparent before you saw him.

“Are you done?” You asked meekly.

Fuck…… now you were being sweet?

He wanted to see you again….no….he needed to see you again…

But how would he get a little spoiled princess like you back in his chair? Or better yet, in his bed?

“All done sweetheart….” he chuckled.

You sat up, straightening out your shirt as you looked at him with confusion.

“But what about the other one?”

“Well……” Rintarō sighed, resting his elbows on his knees as he prayed that you wouldn’t see through his shitty plan to ensure he got to see you again.

“....it’s probably best that we split this into two sessions….. You didn’t do as well as most people with the first one, so I think it might be best that we come back in about a week and do the other one. That way I can also check up on how this one’s doing.”

“Really?”

The way that you frowned made Suna afraid that you saw straight through his bullshit lie, but he couldn’t turn back now, so he just nodded.

“I’d really prefer to just get it done now though….all at once…”

“ ‘m sorry sweetheart, but I really do think it’s best if we split this up..”

You just stared at him for a couple of seconds, trying to melt him under your gaze, hoping to see if he was actually telling the truth or if he just wanted some scummy opportunity to charge you double.

And while you thought that the glare you offered was pretty worthy, Rintarō just laughed.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you stood up and gathered your things as quickly as you could. You couldn’t believe this… he was really gonna make you waste your time like this?

You looked back to him as soon as you’d collected all of your things,

“You’re really sure that a whole extra session is needed?”

Rintarō wanted to coo at the way your face was scrunched up, your nose slightly scrunched and your eyes pressed into a distrusting squint.

“Wanna pinkie promise Princess?” he asked playfully, reaching out his hand, which you instinctively slapped away.

You wanted to apologize as soon as you did it, (even though you doubt it hurt, it was still rude) but as soon as you saw the look in his eyes as he chuckled and feigned offense, the apology died on your tongue.

So you opted instead to just put your nose into the air and turn on your heel.

“Fine. I guess I’ll see you in a week,” you said, exiting the room before the smug piercer could say anything smart.

You begrudgingly made another appointment, and while you thought about asking for the female piercer to do your next one, the thought of them turning out weird due to a different artist, made you stick with the rude, cocky piercer (who just happened to be incredibly hot).

Over the next couple of days, you tried your best to relax and forget about the impending appointment. Unfortunately, the new barbell running through your left nipple wasn’t letting you.

And every time you felt any discomfort, you couldn’t help but think about Rintarō.

……he really was your exact type… sure his attitude could definitely be better…. but since when were you into guys with great attitudes?

Or great personalities?

Or great anything to be honest….

So unfortunately with every wince of pain or every ice-pack session, your mind wandered to the tall man. You found yourself thinking about his voice…and his hands…..

The trouble really came though, whenever your new piercing would rub up against anything. You did nothing to silence your gasps and whimpers of pain/ odd pleasure in the silence of your own space, but as soon as you felt those little tingles in your stomach from the stimulation, you’d find your mind wandering to him.

You just couldn’t help it… as frustrating as it was, you were beyond attracted to Rintarō.

And while Rintarō wasn’t suffering nearly as much as you were, he was still suffering.

You were constantly on his mind when he was piercing, when he was tattooing, and especially when he was sketching ideas for clients, some would call you his inspiration….to him it felt more like you were haunting him.

And it didn’t even stop when he left work. In fact, it got worse. Because outside of work, he didn’t have to try and rein in all of his thoughts, which left his mind wandering further and further each time, trying to recall what your voice sounded like when you whined, trying to remember what your face looked like all flustered and nervous.

He found himself thinking of you as he touched himself in the shower, thinking about how you’d act once you dropped the pretentious princess act. It was always the girls like you, the bratty, ‘trust no one’ girls that were the most fun to tame.

And while the way you acted was a lot of what he thought about, that was only because if he thought about your body, he would totally lose it.

Every time he closed his eyes he could see it, the way that your thighs and ass jiggled when you walked out of his room, the way that the fat of your stomach tensed when he ran the needle through your nipple, and especially the way that your tits rose and fell as he counted you down from three.

It’d been so long since Rintarō had felt like this like he was going through puberty again. Every little thought about you was getting him hot under the collar, and with every thought, the need to see you again became greater and greater.

So when he saw you walk into the shop for your second appointment, he couldn’t even contain the grin that took over his face.

But you weren’t in the mood for games today. You’d just gotten done with your morning class, the class that you shared with that asshole that had practically rejected you.

You had run into him after class (and by ran into him, you meant he practically trapped you against your car outside) and he asked if he could see you again, saying that he ‘messed up’ and that ‘he missed you’.

And while a couple of months ago, you would’ve jumped at the chance to reconcile, you’d learned your lesson.

But that asshole, wouldn’t take no for an answer. He kept pressing… and pressing… and pressing… and now?

Now you had a coffee date after your appointment with a man you’d rather eat sand than see.

So when you walked into that piercing room for a second time, you really didn’t have the mental energy for the hell that Rintarō was planning on putting you through.

The first 30 seconds (maybe) of the appointment went fine. The problems started when Rintarō opened his mouth.

“Nervous?”

The question was innocent enough, but you were already on edge and you really needed to nip the teasing in the bud. Even if it was quite literally the hottest man you’d ever met doing the teasing.

“Nope,” you said, short and sweet (but maybe a little bit cold due to how quickly it came out of your mouth and definitely due to the monotonous way you said it).

“Really?” Rintarō hummed as he prepped his equipment, you sounded tense, he thought,...... that made it even better. “You’re big talk today, Princess.”

You rolled your eyes but said nothing, not wanting to give a reaction.

Rintarō just chuckled.

“Alright, ice cube time.” he said, “Shirt up pretty girl.”

You thanked god that you pulled your shirt up quick enough to hide the look of humiliation on your face. You could barely even feel the coldness of the ice due to the feeling of shame that was already beginning to burn in your stomach.

You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t get… excited today. You swore that no matter how hot he looked or sounded, you wouldn’t feel the need to offer him yourself, ass up on his chair…. How were you already failing?

But the worst was yet to come.

Over the past week, you’d (unfortunately) developed a deep understanding of how sensitive your nipples were. And after several, rather embarrassing, experiments, you’d found out that, despite your previous thoughts and feeling towards people who got aroused by pain, having them pinched, tugged, or even just rubbed was a one-way ticket to arousal.

So when Rintarō replaced the ice cube with the clamp, you had to focus nearly all of your energy on keeping yourself from moaning.

And while you didn’t make any noise, Rintarō definitely noticed the way your chest caught and how you squirmed in his chair.

He got your attention with a small hum before asking,

“You mind if I check the swelling of this one Princess?”, referring to your week-old piercing.

You would have said no if you knew what that meant. Unfortunately, you thought that checking for swelling meant looking at it, maybe even putting an ice cube on it…..nope

Checking for swelling meant you had to work twice as hard not to let out any sounds as Rintaro poked and pushed at your nipple, making you painfully aware of how embarrassingly wet you were getting.

You needed to hurry up and get outta here. If he kept getting you worked up, you might end up sleeping with the fucking asshole you were about to get coffee with, and you’d rather die than do that.

“Isn’t the other one ready to pierce yet?” you asked, trying to ask as nicely as possible without seeming pushy.

“Just a little while longer. ‘Wanna make sure it’s easy for the needle.”

You frowned. Rintarō sounded like he’d just shrugged you off with that answer, and he didn’t even stop looking at your tits! Sure maybe the first couple of prods at the piercing were permitted, but it was getting into unprofessional territory.

But Rintarō just couldn’t help it. You were just so soft….. and he’d been thinking about you for the last 7 fucking days… and by the looks of it, you’d been thinking of him just as much.

Don’t think that you could hide the way your breath would jump every time he spoke, don’t think he didn’t see the way your lower stomach tensed when his fingers brushed against your piercing.

“Come on….” you huffed, it had been at least two extra minutes and he still hadn’t made any move to take off the clamp,

“It has to be okay by now, what are you even- fuck!”

Suna grinned as you finally let out the moan you’d been holding in after he’d just barely nudged the clamp over your right nipple.

“See…” he cooed, “now it’s ready…”

You just sat in shock as he gathered the stuff to finally pierce your nipple with, whistling to himself as if you hadn’t just let out the neediest sound ever.

You had half a mind to give him the scolding of his lifetime, but as soon as he turned around with the needle, making eye contact with you as he stood over your laying body, the words died on your tongue.

“You want me to take it off now?” he asked, the way his eyes gleamed made your stomach sink and your thighs twitch but you weren’t ready to give in just yet.

“What kind of question is that? Don’t you- shit!”

He didn’t even give you a warning before “gently” removing the clamp.

What the fuck was up with this man? Why was he doing this to you? Certainly, he couldn’t see how aroused this was making you, right? If he knew just how fucking overwhelmed you felt right now he’d stop, right?

“You okay sweetheart?”

You wanted to kill him.

The way that he asked the question wasn’t innocent at all, this cocky motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing to you. And the worst part about it all? The bastard wasn’t embarrassed, or sorry, no…. he was smug about it.

You wondered if you should say something….. tell him that you didn’t appreciate being treated like you were the entertainment.

But if you did that, who knows what would happen. He could refuse to do your piercing (and you refused to face this man a third time to get it) or even worse, he could make this the worst piercing in the world. He could make it to where you’d have to live with lopsided nipple jewelry or make it to where you’d be bleeding on and off for two straight weeks!

So with all of that in mind, you bit your tongue and just mumbled out a disgruntled “yeah, I’m fine.”

But Rintarō wanted you to react. He wanted to see that little face you made when you were mad again, he’d been thinking about it forever. Thinking about the way your bottom lip pushed out in a pout when he fucked his fist, the way that he knew, if he tried hard enough, he could probably make you break, make you so frustrated you’d admit that you wanted him.

He went ahead and lined you up and then you felt the tip of the needle against your skin.

“Alright Sweetheart, from three again…. Ready?”

This time you were prepared, this time the only sound you let out (much to Suna’s disappointment) was a small ‘mmph’

And almost as soon as he’d put the barbell, you were sliding your shirt back down and gathering your things to leave.

“Woah…. What’s the rush, Princess?”

Suna didn’t want you to leave yet. He knew that if you walked out that door, he’d probably never see you again, and he still needed to figure out a way to get a date or at least your number.

“Aren’t we done?”

“Well yeah, but I still need to brief you on how to take care of them now.”

You turned to look at him.

“Didn’t you do that last time?”

He had, in fact, done that last time. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t bullshit his way through 10 extra minutes with you.

“I didn’t cover everything then Sweetheart.”

You could feel your eye starting to twitch in annoyance. When you looked down at your phone for the time, you saw that not only was there only 15 minutes until your “date”, but there was also a text from the guy you were going to see saying,

‘Just got to the cafe, can’t wait to see you ;)’

The scowl on your face deepened, a detail that Rintarō didn’t miss.

“Don’t you have a pamphlet or something? I really need to go….”

“It’ll take five minutes, tops.”

Even if it did only take five minutes (which you doubted it would), it was rush hour and the coffee shop was 10 minutes away (almost 20 with traffic).

“I really can’t I have a date in like 10 minutes.”

You hoped that that would finally get Rintarō to give up, even if it meant you’d be implying that you were off the market to the man who’d plagued your dreams for the last week.

‘Oh?’ Suna thought, ‘A date? Well gosh….he didn’t want you to miss that.’

Suna shrugged.

“Tell him to wait.”

“ph-w-what….?” you sputtered out, looking at him in shock as he just continued to clean up his work area.

“What princess? I thought you liked bossing men around? Tell your little date he can wait.”

You were sure that you looked like a fish with the way your mouth was opening and closing, searching for the words to say as your brain ran a mile a minute to catch up.

“Excuse me?” was all that ended up coming out, earning a deep chuckle from Rintarō, one that may or may not have caused your knees to weaken a little.

“I��m just saying Sweetheart, you took all this time to come in for a second appointment and now you’re trying to leave? Don’t I need to teach you how to take care of yourself?”

If your face felt hot before, it felt like it was on fire now. Despite his light-hearted body language, nothing was innocent about what Rintarō had just said.

The inner turmoil, the choice to either run away with your tail between your legs or to take a chance in the lion's dens, was dizzying. Especially when you could see the way the lion's thick muscles tensed and rippled as he cleaned. Especially when you knew that the lion was hungry…. and that you’d be the meal.

“I only made the second appointment because you told me to.”

“Hmm…..are you sure?”

Rintarō had finally finished cleaning, but now he was approaching you, grinning when you make your way to the door in avoidance.

“Why the fuck would I have made one otherwise?” you gaped, placing one hand anxiously on the door handle.

“ok…..I’ll let you go..”

You sighed in relief, but it was a bit too soon.

“I’ll let you go if you answer one question.”

“Sure….” you scoffed, “...what’s your question?”

Suna was standing directly in front of you now, barely an arm's length away.

“Your date….. Is he better looking than me?”

…..did you hear that correctly?

“....huh?”

Suna laughed again before looking straight into your eyes.

“Is he?”

Your eyes must’ve popped out of your head as you just stared at the man staring right back at you, clearly expecting an answer to the incredibly invasive question.

“That’s incredibly unprofessional AND none of your business…”

You went to open the door, but you were too slow. Rintarō had already boxed you in against it, using one hand to keep it closed while the other rested on the other side of your head, bringing back to your attention, just how large it was.

How tall was he again? He couldn’t have been anything less than 6’2”..... That was definitely taller than the guy from your lit class. And he was definitely hotter than the guy from your lit class.

And although you’d known that he was incredibly hot, from this close, Rintarō was impossible hotter. From here you could see just how well built he was, with veins running along the forearms that were trapping you against the door, covered in little ink designs and god were his shoulders wide….

You were ashamed of how turned on you were right now. This really wasn’t the time to be ogling and drooling over a man you barely knew, especially since it was the same man who was literally holding you hostage.

“You promised me one question pretty girl…”

Rintarō thought that it was cute the way you were avoiding his eyes, your face was all scrunched up into that little angry expression and while he loved that he now got to see it up close, he prayed that he wasn’t close enough that his quickly growing hard-on would brush against your body because while it was obvious that your body was reacting to his, he needed you to tell him….

He needed you to tell him that he wasn’t crazy, he wanted you to tell him that you’d been thinking of him just as much as he’d been thinking of you.

He needed to know if you’d wondered how he’d feel against you because fuck had he been thinking about what you would feel like under him.

You rolled your eyes, still not looking as you mumbled out your answer.

“What was that?”

“.....no.”

The look that came onto Rintarō’s face should’ve worried you. The way that he smiled made him look like a fox in a chicken coop. But despite your better judgment, you felt your panties getting even damper.

“Why don’t you stay a little then? Tell that fucking loser you found someone better.”

“Better?” you scoffed. “Did you forget that this is pretty much harassment?”

“You’re free to leave Princess……I won’t stop you.”

The same smug smirk graced his face as he backed away from you, leaving you completely free to leave the room. All it would take was for you to turn the handle and leave.

…..so why wouldn’t your body move?

Rintarō busied himself with something at the counters across the room, forcing you to live with your silence and contemplate just what you were expecting him to do when you said that.

Did you want to stay?

He was by far the prettiest man you’d ever seen, practically a god.

And he seemed to be into you…..

……and you were definitely into him….

And so, with your face burning in embarrassment and your stomach burning with need, you cleared your throat before sitting back down on the chair and quietly telling Rintarō,

“......maybe you should tell me how to take care of them…..”

That’s exactly what Rintarō wanted to hear.

This is what he’d been waiting for….fuck you were gorgeous….

The way that your thighs were sandwiched together, the way that your stomach covered the tops of them. He knew that he’d just seen it less than 2 minutes ago, but god did he want to see it again, but this time, this time he wanted to feel it.

He wanted to feel your thighs pressed against his ears while he tasted you, wanted to watch that bratty, stuck-up little look fall off of your face when he pushed his fingers down your throat and fucked you into his chair.

But he’d start off slow. He knew that your type was easy to scare off, girls like you didn’t trust easy.

Your eyes wouldn't meet his as he abandoned his place at the counter, slowly returning to his stool.

The intensity of his stare felt like fire against your skin and it was quickly making you doubt your decision to sit back down.

He sat down.

You could feel yourself starting to sweat. What the hell was he doing? He was just sitting there…..staring.

After 20 painful seconds, you finally spoke up.

“What?”

Rintarō grinned.

“Shirt up pretty girl.”

You went to raise the hem of your shirt but paused, the awkward feeling of Rintarō staring making you stall.

“Look away” you mumbled, making Rintarō scoff but nevertheless divert his eyes.

Your freshly pierced nipples glinted under the annoying fluorescent lighting, reminding you of just how wet you actually were, how needy Rintarō had made you over the last week.

You wanted him to touch you, to brush his fingers against the barbells as he’d done earlier. But instead of asking, instead of telling him how badly you needed him, you just mumbled out a small “done.” and focused your gaze on a spot on the wall.

“Fuck….” rintarō sighed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his spread thighs as he admired you.

His work was, of course, amazing. But the art was only as good as its canvas and fuck did you make his art look good. He could feel his cock twitch in his jeans, begging him to hurry up and bury himself in you.

But not yet…

“Touch them.”

His request was simple, and it shouldn’t have surprised you considering the fact that you both were well aware of where this was headed, but still, you felt your face burn as you stuttered out a small “excuse me?”

“Pinch ‘em for me, Princess. I wanna make sure you’re satisfied with my services.”

It was your turn to scoff

“as if…”

Suna shrugged at your words, and to your surprise, he stood up and turned towards the door.

“Alright. I’ll let you redress then…”

“Wait!” your worried voice made him stop, the grin coming back onto his face as he turned back towards you.

You were looking up at him now, your eyes on him but still not meeting his own. Your fingers untwisted in your lap and unsurely traveled up your torso.

Suna chuckled as he sat back down, watching as your hands stopped at your tits, clearly embarrassed and unsure of what exactly he wanted from you.

You gasped as your fingers experimentally tapped on both barbells, over the past few days you’d become acclimated to the sensation of playing with your piercing, but now that they were both done, the feeling of running your fingers over the small metal pieces was entirely new.

Your piercings weren’t healed enough to pinch yourself yet, so you settled with softly rolling the pads of your fingers over them, circling the areolas as you bit back the small sounds trying to force their way out.

You screwed your eyes shut when an embarrassingly loud whimper came out of you, your torso jerking away from the back of the chair as you landed a slightly harder flick to your week-old piercing.

You couldn’t see what Rintarō was doing but you could hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone and his zipper coming down. And that thought, the thought of him pulling his cock out to stroke to you playing with your tits made you burn even more.

You wanted to touch yourself, but he didn’t say that you could. Nevertheless, you found one of your hands trailing down to rub against your clothed core, rubbing against it through the soft material of your leggings. As the other continued to play with your tits.

Rintarō couldn’t help but groan at the site. Even though he hadn’t told you to, you were already grinding against your palm, your fingers stuffed between your thighs, he could feel his restraint slipping, the need to be between your thighs, replacing your hand with his cock was almost too much….. almost.

“Take ‘em off.”

“What?” you breathed, your eyes opening just wide enough to see the upper half of his torso, thankfully not enough to catch glimpse of what he was doing with his hands.

“I wanna see you…”

You prided yourself so much on the fact that you knew how to stay in control of your own body, but something about Rintarō….. Something about him made you want to do it, to do anything he asked of you.

But still, half of the fun was doing the exact opposite of what he told you to do.

Suna watched as you turned your nose up at him, that little frown gracing your lips for just a second before being disrupted by a light moan. He watched as you took your bottom lip between your teeth and continued to grind against your hand, ignoring his request completely.

He stood with a small ‘tsk’ and walked over to you, stilling your hands by gripping your wrists.

“Being stubborn Princess?” he asked, looming over your panting figure.

You somehow found it within yourself to roll your eyes, making Rintarō groan.

Girls like you really were the most fun to break.

Without a word of warning, Rintarō’s hand replaced yours, squeezing between your thigh and grabbing the fat of your cunt between his fingers, making you squeal as you tried to pull your hands from his grip.

He just chuckled before bringing your wrists over your head, pinning them to the headrest of the chair.

“What’s wrong Princess? Wishing you’d listened?”

He started to move his hand, massaging the outside of your cunt with his fingers, making you gasp and moan every time his middle finger managed to catch your clit.

He wanted you to look at him. Wanted you to see the look of hunger in his eyes as he planned what the best way to fuck you would be. You’d been avoiding his gaze, running from the reality of what was happening, he wanted you to know just how hard you made him, just how much he wanted you.

“What are you-mph!” your gasp of surprise was muffled as Rintarō stuffed two of his fingers into your mouth, releasing your hands to come down and clutch his forearm.

He groaned at how warm it felt.

‘Fuck’ he thought, how nice would it be to be balls deep in your throat?

Of course, he wanted more than that today, but that definitely sounded like something to do in the future.

“Fuck…” he groaned, feeling your tongue flex beneath his fingers as you, despite your better judgment, began to suck on them, wrapping your tongue around them, pretending that it was something more.

But the real thing was so much bigger, sitting on the edge of your visual field, laying against the side of the chair by your cheek.

Fuck it was big.

“So naughty….” Rintar ōwhispered, his fingers running between your lips, feeling just how wet you were for him. “You’re not gonna strip for me? Do I have to do everything for you?”

Without warning he yanked down your leggings, groaning as you subconsciously raised your hips off of the chair to help him force the fabric down past your knees, leaving them to hang off of your ankles.

You only moaned around his fingers, digging your nails into the thick muscle of his forearm that was now pressing against your stomach as his fingers started to massage your cunt again.

He hadn’t even touched you there and you were almost shaking, wanting to beg him to touch your clit or better yet stuff his fingers inside of you.

You remembered how thick his fingers were. Fuck they’d feel good buried in you.

Rintarō groaned as he felt you whine around his fingers.

“What was that sweetheart?” He asked, finally pulling out of your mouth.

“Touch me….” you moaned, throwing your head back against the chair to avoid his piercing gaze.

He tsked, his fingers leaving your cunt to grip your plush stomach, making you gasp.

“Is that how we ask for things, Pretty girl?”

He raised his fingers to your piercings, flicking the old one, making you cry out.

“Why don’t we try asking for daddy’s fingers like a good little girl?”

You couldn’t tell if your eyes rolled to the back of your head, but you definitely felt all of the air leave your lungs.

You needed him…. Bad….. so bad that you were willing to give up everything you believed in …. willing to beg.

“Please….” you whined, almost too quiet to hear….

“What was that Princess?” Rintarō asked, he wanted to hear you admit it louder, admit that you needed him.

“Touch me….please..” you begged, your eyes meeting his for the first time since you’d sat in the chair to be pierced.

Rintarō could’ve cum on the spot. If not because of the tears painting your lower lashline, then definitely because of the way you’d finally decided to give yourself to him.

Without a word, he pushed two fingers into you, groaning as you cried out and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying to root yourself in something as his fingers curled up into you, finding your g-spot within seconds.

“Fuck…. Please….” you whined, nails digging into his back as his digits drug against your walls, curling and prodding at all the right spots, making you see stars as you moaned into his shoulder.

“Shit….” He groaned…. “You’re so fucking tight Princess….”

Rinatrō was pressing his dick against the chair, humping the upholstery as his hips unwillingly jerked with each sound you made.

Never had he been more grateful for the thick walls of the room, because he’d be damned if anyone else got to hear the sounds coming from you as he fucked you on his fingers, stretching you out for his cock.

“Feels good….” you whined as his fingers brushed up against your g-spot again, making your eyes flutter shut as your thighs unconsciously pressed together.

Rintarō groaned at the feeling of your legs squeezing against his wrist, trying to constrict his movement as his fingers bullied in and out of your cunt.

You were so fucking soft…and so fucking warm…. he could feel his cock leaking onto the chair, leaving a smudge of pre merely inches from your pouting lips.

“Yeah?” he grunted, ducking down, “feels good Princess?”

His face was so close to yours, so close that you could smell the mint on his breath, you wondered if you could taste it.

“Mhmm” you hummed, your eyes flicking down to his lips. Not even trying to hide your want.

Suna got the message… but didn’t comply and kiss you. He wanted to make you work for it, for you to admit that you needed his tongue in your mouth as he prepped you for him.

Your pout deepened, making Rintarō chuckle.

“You wanna kiss Princess?”

You nodded, the pout not leaving your lips as you offered them to Rintarō, who amusedly ignored them, making you whine in protest.

“If you wanna kiss princess, take it…”

Your eyes widened at his words. Somehow, even with his fingers, knuckles deep in your pussy and his other fingers wet with your spit, asking for a kiss seemed humiliating.

But still… something burned in you when he made you ask for it, and you could try to roll your eyes and hide how much his demands turned you on, but the way that you clenched around his fingers didn’t lie.

He had you wrapped around his finger.

You slowly wrapped your hand around the back of his head, and pulled his lips down to yours, opening as soon as his tongue touched your lips to allow it into your mouth, moaning at the feeling of it scraping against the roof.

He groaned at the way your cunt squeezed around his finger as you sucked on his tongue. He couldn’t believe you’d actually done it, he thought you’d be harder to break.

You could feel your end approaching, your hips were grinding against his forearm as you rode his fingers.

You cried out into his mouth as his thumb began to glide across your clit.

Rintarō could feel you getting tighter, feel your walls firming up around his fingers as he pushed into your soft spot with every jerk of his wrist.

God, you were so wet, he could get off to the sounds of your gushing cunt alone, the way your juices were coating his palm, he bet that if he tried hard enough he could make you cum harder than you ever had before.

He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, not even trying to hide his panting as his hips desperately jerked into the side of the chair.

Your mouth dropped open as his pace somehow quickened, his palm beginning to slap against your clit with the force he was finger fucking you.

You could feel him pressing up against that spot inside of you with every thrust, but you didn’t know what it meant until you felt that unfamiliar feeling rising up inside of you.

You remembered the first time you squirted. It wasn’t with any of your past relationships, it’d actually been so long ago that you had nearly forgotten that you were capable of doing it, but as the sounds of your cunt became louder, and that shameful urge to piss came over you, you knew that you were about to do it again.

“No….” you gasped, trying, to no avail, to stop Suna’s fingers from continuing to piston into you. “No, please…”

He just laughed….hadn’t you squirted before?

……fuck….. was this the first time?

He ignored your cries and pleas to slow down, his tunnel vision focusing in on making you gush all over his chair.

He cooed at you as you began to cry, still begging him to stop as your legs began to shake around his arm.

He decided that he couldn’t have you ruining your own orgasm and stuffed his free fingers back into your mouth, pressing down against your tongue as muffled cries and pleas still left your throat.

“Come on pretty girl….” he panted above you, “you can do it…”

It was too much…. You’d been holding on for too long.

You couldn’t hold it much longer.

With a final sob, you felt yourself lose the fight, your hips jumping off of the chair as the embarrassing liquid sprayed against Rintarō’s forearm, soaking the chair beneath you.

“Fucckk…..” he moaned, fucking you through your high on his fingers, groaning as you squirted all over his arm, practically drenching him in your arousal.

“Good girl…..” he cooed, as you came down from your high, your unfocused eyes meeting his. “.....such a good girl for me…”

Rintarō could practically feel his heartbeat in his dick as he rubbed your slick across your pussy, painting the fat of your thighs and stomach with the clear liquid, lightheaded from the fact he’d been able to make you cum so hard.

He looked down at you…. His face dropped.

You were staring back up at him with tears in your eyes, sniffling like a baby as your chin wobbled in embarrassment.

“heyyy….What’s wrong Princess?” he whispered, automatically retracting his hand from its position between your thighs as he guided you to sit up in the chair.

“You-….” you hiccupped, hot, shameful tears welling in your eyes as you grabbed his arm to stand on shaky legs.

Rintarō looked down at you, worry gathering in his brow as you took watery breaths.

You took him by surprise and pushed him into the chair, making him sputter out a confused ‘huh’? Before you stretched your leg over his hips to straddle him, barely able to balance fully on your feet as you sat over his bulge, trapping him against his chair.

“What’re you doing princess?” Rintarō asked, genuinely confused as you brought your hand up to wipe away the tears in your eyes.

“That was mean….” you mumbled….

Suna let out a light moan as soon as he felt it, the slight circling of your hips against his crotch, he couldn't see it, but he could feel the wetness of your cunt gliding against his bare dick, slicking it with your cum as you let out little whines above him.

“Come on Princess…..” he asked, taking your hips and beginning to force you off of his lap. “Let me up and I’ll give it to you….”

The warm hand around his throat took him by surprise, he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Stay still…” you demanded, your hips still pushing and pulling, dragging his cock across your entrance. “You had your fun….”

You trailed off, throwing your head back with a whine as his tip caught on your clit again, slightly overstimulating you as you prepared yourself to take him.

All Suna could do was watch you, fuck he was drowning in you, your plush body completely covering his as you guided his hands up to grip your ass before laying down against him, pressing your freshly pierced, overly sensitive tits into his chest.

You took the hand that was wrapped around his throat and slid it to the back of his neck, pulling him into a loose kiss, tracing his tongue with yours as you felt him rumble beneath you, his chest vibrating against your tits.

You looked up at him, your face in an expression of reckless want before pulling a deep groan out of him as you guided him to your entrance and sank down onto his cock.

You barely gave him time to adjust before you were grinding yourself against his hips, his cock so deep in you that you swore you were seeing stars.

“Shit…” he grunted, his fingers digging into your sides, trying to slow you down in fear of cumming like a high schooler, “slow down baby….”

You only shook your head, your hips driving him crazy, forcing him to look away from you in fear of losing it too soon.

He felt so good, hitting so deep inside of you. You swore that you’d never go back to ordinary dick again, not if this is what it could feel like… what it should feel like.

Your legs burned with how long you’d been riding him, the protest of the muscle finally overwhelming the need to have him dragging against your walls.

Rintarō was finally able to stop moaning when your hips ceased, making his eyes snap open to find your eyes inches from his, watching him expectantly.

Without a word, you crawled off of him, barely able to stand as your knees shook in exhaustion.

“Wh-?” Rintarō was bewildered as he sat up, looking at you in shock as you stood beside him, your arms crossing over the fat of your tits as if you were expecting something.

“Get up,” you demanded.

And somehow, for some reason, Suna found himself getting up, wincing at the feeling of gravity against his leaking cock.

You casually wrapped a hand around his dick, making him gasp, a whine rising in the back of his throat.

“Are you gonna fuck me now?” you asked, the same condescending tone that you usually sported, making a re-emergence as you folded yourself over the back of the chair, presenting your ass to him like it was on a fucking platter.

It took him a second. After all, all of the blood that was usually in his brain was currently flooding his dick, but after a second he caught up. And when he did he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re trying to tell me what to do Princess?” he asked, pulling an unexpected whimper from your mouth as he palmed the thickness of your ass.

“Thought you said I like to boss men around?” You retorted, suddenly grinding back on him, making him bite his lip as his cock jumped between your ass cheeks.

‘Fuck’ he thought, watching you as you arched your back more, trying and succeeding to tempt him. “Guess I was right…”

You nearly screamed when, without warning, he slammed his cock into you, thrusting balls deep as the fronts of his thighs pressed against your ass.

“Shit.” he hissed, not able to control his hips from bucking into you too fast to last any longer than the next couple of minutes. “You feel so good Sweetheart….” he gasps, his fingers digging into your waist as he pulled you back at the same time he thrust forward, making your whole body shake with the force at which he was pounding into you.

“Please…” you begged, too dumb to form any coherent sentence. “....more…”

“You want more Sweetheart?” Rintarō grunted, going to push his arm under you to play with your clit, when your phone rang from in your bag.

Both of you looked at it from its place on the foot of the chair, the vibrations making it almost impossible to ignore.

Neither of you knew who was calling, but you both had a pretty good idea of it.

Before you could stop him, Rintarō was pulling the phone out of your bag and answering the call from some contact labeled ‘asshole from lit’

He said nothing as he pressed accept.

“Hey, where are you? I’ve been waiting for like half an hour now?”

“No-mphf-” you tried to whisper out before Suna forced your head down against the chair with his free hand, continuing to roll his hips against your ass as he chuckled into the phone.

‘So this was your ‘date’?’ he thought.

“Sorry …she’s a bit busy right now….”

He heard a scoff over the line.

“And who are you?”

You let out a muffled protest from underneath Suna, making him that much more tempted to hold the phone down to your mouth before fucking you as hard as humanly possible, letting this asshole know just who you really belonged to.

“Shhh, sweetheart…” Suna cooed “I’m on the phone..”

He held the phone away from him before thrusting into you again, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot, making you cry out behind your palm which was doing a pretty shitty job to hold back all of your needy little sounds.

“What the fuck?” he heard on the phone, making him chuckle again, “who the fuck is this?”

The asshole on the other end of the phone sounded angry, but the only thing that Rintarō cared about was how you clamped down that much tighter with the shame of knowing your pleasure was being eavesdropped on.

You were writhing beneath him, chanting breathless, barely audible ‘harders’ and ‘pleases’ as your thighs shook trying to hold you up.

And despite the protests from the asshole from your lit class, Rintarō chirped a quick, sunny ‘goodbye!’ before hanging up and refocusing on the feeling of his cock inside of you.

“Damn it..” he sighed, eyes rolling back as he felt you pushing your hips back to meet his, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock. “Your so fucking hot princess….so fucking good for me…..”

“That little boy can’t fill you up like I can Princess… fuck- only I can make you feel this good, yeah?”

You nodded, senselessly agreeing with his words, even though it was true. You were so far gone that he could’ve asked you to marry him and you’d probably agree.

“You gotta say it baby….say you love my cock…. That no one can fuck you like daddy…”

“Yes!” you cried, shaking as you felt your second high quickly approaching “.....only you daddy…..love your cock so much….”

Suna could feel his own end rising as well, the feeling of your wet, plush cunt driving him to the quickest orgasm he’d had since his freshman year of college.

“Shit princess….. Feels so fucking good…. You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?”

He asked, reaching down under you, to circle your clit, wanting to feel you squeeze him and milk his load out of him.

“...yes… fuck-please….gonna….. -fuck- ‘m gonna cum…..”

Rintarō covered your mouth with his as you squealed in release, squirting on his cock as your cunt tightened around him, pulling his orgasm out of him with a guttural moan.

He felt your cum dripping down his balls as he emptied himself into you, praying that you were on birth control because your cunt was so tight that it wouldn’t let him pull out.

He just laid against you, softly grinding into you to gently bring you down from your highs, whispering what a good girl you were, how you took him so well and did so good into your ear, making the after waves of your orgasm that much more enjoyable.

Eventually, he pulled out of your spent pussy, groaning softly at the wet pop.

He lightly patted your ass before going over to his station to retrieve some wet paper towels to clean you up. (he really wanted to clean you using his tongue but he decided that was best saved for another day)

But when he turned around, he found you already pulling your leggings back up and your shirt back on, not to mention you were back to avoiding his gaze.

“Woah woah woah, Sweetheart… what’s the rush?

You sighed. You knew how these things worked. You were used to them by now. You weren’t even mad about it this time, you’d gotten the best dick of your life and he’d gotten a bit of stress relief.

If you didn’t leave first, he’d soon be awkwardly clearing his throat, asking you to get out of his shop and his life.

Might as well save yourself the embarrassment and bite the bullet now.

“Hey, I said wait!” he said, grabbing your wrist to stop you from grabbing the door knob.

“What?”

It almost made him trip over himself. Was that really it to you? Just walk out the door and bam, gone forever?

“What do you mean what? You’re just gonna leave?”

You wanted to roll your eyes, let him know that he could drop the niceties, that you knew where this was going.

“So what?” you said, turning your face away from him.

Rintarō groaned as that bratty look came back over your face. No matter how cute it was, now wasn’t the time for you to act like this.

Did he need to remind you of what just happened? Could you not feel his cum leaking out of you as you spoke?

“That’s it? You’re not gonna give me your number or anything?”

“I’m not looking for a fuck buddy right now.” you shrugged off, trying to turn back towards the door, only to be stopped again.

“Who the fuck said anything about that? Now give me your number…”

“What?” you looked at him incredulously, amazed with his devotion to ‘not hurting your feelings’

“Give me your number….” he backed you up against the door, closing you in like he had earlier.

“Why?”

‘Incredible….’ Suna thought…. You acted like some smart little college girl, but you didn’t know why he’d want your number?

“Why do you think sweetheart? ‘M gonna take you out…”

Your mind went blank.

Take you out?

“What?” you asked, genuine confusion painting your face as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

Rintarō scoffed before looking away, making it the first time ever that he’d avoided your eyes.

He covered his mouth with his hand, rubbing his jaw as he tried to hide the obvious blush coming over his cheeks.

“God…” he muttered, “you’re really gonna make me spell it out?”

And it wasn’t until then, until you saw the embarrassed blush and nervousness flickering through his eyes that you understood….

“As if…”

Suna’s jaw practically dropped when he heard you scoff.

But nevertheless, you reached into his front pocket, fishing out his phone before holding it out for him to unlock.

But he was frozen. And for only the second time in the short time you’d known him, he seemed speechless.

“Well?” you asked, pulling him out of his daze.

“Shit.. right” he mumbled, unlocking the phone and staring at you in shock as you entered your number before handing it back to him.

“Alright…..” you said awkwardly, getting ready to turn and head out the door.

But once again, before you could, Rintarō wrapped his hand around your wrist and turned you around.

“What no-mphf..”

Rintarō held you by the chin as he placed one last kiss on your lips before pulling back, grinning.

“Fuck that felt good,” he said, his smile only getting wider as you rolled your eyes and finally opened the door to leave.

“Whatever pervert,” you grumbled, ducking your head as you tried to keep yourself from smiling, scowling at him one last time when he landed a light slap on your ass.

Rintarō just laughed as he watched you walk away calling behind you, “see you tomorrow night!”

You just rolled your eyes and went to the reception desk to pay.

And even though you left the shop with a small frown on your lips, remembering the obnoxious, inappropriate, insanely hot piercer inside, you couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in your chest.

You got into your car, wondering if that creep from lit had finally gotten the message.

Your phone chimed.

Unknown Number: tomorrow night, date, be ready ;)

You smiled.

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