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kurosukii · 3 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: your world turns upside down when you and your boyfriend get kidnapped in the dead of the night by japan’s leading mafia, and to your horror, it seems like their boss has taken a liking to you.

genre: smut, mafia au

warnings: 18+. noncon/dubcon, cnc, violence, gunplay, manipulation, mentions of blood, kidnapping, cheating (not on any hq character), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, biting, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking, daddy kink, dacryphilia, degradation, fingering, pussy slaps, creampie, cumplay, doggy style

word count: 4.1k

author's note: for @inarizahki mafia collab! thanks for letting me join! (yeeaahh mind the warnings y'all PLS) (let me know if i missed some!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub

º thank you @vanille--kiss for beta-ing this mwah <33

[1:32 AM]

never in your life did you imagine your soft spoken and golden retriever of a boyfriend to get involved with very intimidating, heavily-tattooed, and gun-bearing men in all black suits.

and never in your life did you ever imagine sitting on the lap of a green-eyed mafia boss with the remains of your panties discarded on the black hardwood floor.

shaking like a leaf, scared whimpers leave your lips as fat tears roll down your warm cheeks. your fingers squeeze the armrest of the spacious throne-like chair as you attempt to break free from the ropes around your wrists and ankles.

it just so happens that the ropes are inconveniently tied to the legs of the chair, rendering your attempt at freeing yourself futile.

you feel the rumble of your captor’s chest, deep chuckles reverberating down your spine as his large hand lifts your tattered skirt up to your waist, baring your cunt for all the men in the room to see, including your beaten up boyfriend who’s bound to a chair.

you whimper when the men in the room wolf whistle and jeer, making comments about your dripping pussy, about how you’re soaking their boss’s lap, and if they can have a go at you.

the last comment makes the man behind you scowl menacingly and they immediately shut their mouths, leaving you and your boyfriend to be the only ones breaking the tense silence in what seemed to be their lounge room—you with your whimpering and your so-called-boyfriend’s heavy breathing.

“you’re such a fucking crybaby. shut up before i actually give you something to cry about.”

the harsh tone of their boss makes you wince and it only serves to make you cry even more, terror coursing through your body as you involuntarily disobeying his command.

iwaizumi hajime. the man your boyfriend is indebted to. you’ve always wondered how your boyfriend was able to afford such a lifestyle with his meager salary.

every time you asked him, he would be tight-lipped about it and immediately change the subject, acting like he didn’t even hear your question.

well, now you know why it was such a secret.

this man, this hauntingly beautiful man—as much as you absolutely hate to admit it—apparently owns pretty much half of japan. from what you had gathered on the less than pleasant ride on the way here, he’s untouchable, the law having no bearing on him and his underground organization.

if you were to use an analogy, then iwaizumi is the devil and your boyfriend is the naïve and foolish human being. didn’t he know that the devil would eventually come and collect his payment?

“i think you should play with her more, boss,” his right hand man hisses, brown eyes gleaming with malice as he nods to the gun resting inside the holster on iwaizumi’s waist.

iwaizumi’s lips stretch into a cruel smirk and although you can’t see him, you know he’s agreeing with whatever the man said. your shivering doesn’t stop, in fact it only increases when you feel two thick fingers slide inside your mouth, roughly pushing down on your tongue as your cries become muffled.

“good thinking, oikawa,” iwaizumi agrees, raspy voice tingling against your ear as you squirm around his lap. you stop when he growls, feeling a heavy and hard lump poke against your ass.

your boyfriend’s too incapacitated to even breathe out words. the sadistic men beat him to a pulp until he was bruised and broken, leaving just one eye that wasn’t swollen shut only so he could watch their boss toy with you.

he’s a sorry sight, right eye swollen shut as his mouth is covered with duct tape. bruises litter his body as his chest staggers from his heavy breaths, rendering him useless in saving you. as if he even could.

iwaizumi’s fingers leave your mouth and find your abused clit, rubbing it as you cry out, tasting the salt from your tears as you try to get away from the stimulation. his free hand fumbles with the holster on his belt, unclipping his gun from the leather.

iwaizumi grunts, slapping your pussy with more force than necessary. you let out a pained whimper, begging him to stop as loud smacks float around the room while his men look on with smirks and bared teeth, some even laughing at your pathetic cries.

“stop moving around, bitch,” he hisses, cold green eyes flashing at your disobedience. you follow him, whimpering quietly as you let him have his way with your body.

his fingers go back to playing with your cunt, and you’re truly ashamed at how your body is so responsive to his touches, like he knows your body like he knows the back of his hand. your skin crawls even more when the sounds of your slick meeting his digits reach your ears, making you bite your lip as you try to muffle your moans.

iwaizumi grips the handle of his nine millimeter, bringing the imposing weapon in front of your face, large hand waving it around as if it’s a mere toy.

you stop breathing as your eyes widen, lips parting with a loud yelp when iwaizumi curls his fingers against your walls before stopping his movements. he chuckles at your reaction, flicking the safety on the firearm.

the blood in your body drains as you finally realize what play meant as he brings the weapon closer to your mouth. your vision becomes blurry again as fat tears fill your eyes at what this vile man is going to do to you.

“open up—unless you want this inside of you dry? i mean, your cunt’s definitely wet and stretched enough, hm?” iwaizumi taunts you, deep voice chilling your spine as his fingers lazily move inside you again.

all of his men laugh while some of them yell crude comments, making your cheeks burn from humiliation. you open your mouth, and the younger men cheer as they watch their boss slowly insert the barrel of the gun.

“suck it like how you would suck my cock. show your boyfriend just how much of a whore you are.”

you can’t help but comply, you have no say in the matter anyway. humiliation courses through you, causing you to close your eyes tightly. fat tears escape your closed eyes, soaking your lashes and cheeks.

the cold barrel of the gun tastes metallic, and you gag when the acrid taste of gunpowder spreads on your tongue. you don’t even want to think about your boyfriend right now, too disgusted with yourself as you lick and suck away at the metal.

iwaizumi groans at the drool seeping out of your mouth, hips slightly bucking against your ass. his fingers scissor inside of you as he watches your pathetic self slobber all over his gun.

he pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss as he grips the roots of your hair, exposing your neck to the occupants of the room. it’s like a zoo in the lounge room, with the rowdy men cheering you on as if you’re chugging a drink.

he removes the gun from your mouth as well, spit and saliva covering the barrel as he lowers it between your legs. his hot breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, tongue slipping out to lick the sensitive skin.

“what do you think, baby? you gonna be a good slut and fuck my gun like you did with my fingers?”

iwaizumi whispers in your ear, laughing when you shake your head vigorously at what he’s saying. he can’t. it’s completely fucked up, but you’re a fool for thinking that there’s some sort of moral high ground among these men.

“c’mon, gotta give a good show to your boyfriend, remember?” he tuts, hiking your skirt further up your waist as he brings the gun dangerously close to your slit. “besides, it’s not like you got a choice anyway, right, sweetheart?”

it’s a miracle how you’re not passing out from dehydration, you must’ve cried your whole weight in water and yet you still have more to give. you know there’s no use in crying, these men don’t and won’t show any kind of mercy.

in fact, iwaizumi is a sick and twisted bastard. every time he sees fresh tears roll down your wet cheeks, his cock jumps and twitches in his pants.

you’re broken from your stupor when you feel the cold and wet barrel slide up and down your slit. the men stare intently, watching your soft and rosy colored folds greatly contrast against the hard and black metal of the gun.

your eyes are glassy and unseeing as iwaizumi’s free hand wraps around the column of your neck, long and thick fingers slightly squeezing your throat.

you have no defense against him, not with his dark aura and raw strength enveloping your entire body. iwaizumi strokes your slit a few more times before stopping to look around the room.

he smirks when he sees your boyfriend meekly fighting against his restraints before giving a stiff nod to a group of younger men to the side.

one guy immediately dashes over and iwaizumi sneers at the tent on his pants that he’s trying to cover. he’s definitely a runner, too scrawny to be the muscle to the organization.

greed fills his gaze as his wide eyes scrutinize your cunt and iwaizumi clicks his tongue to call the attention of the young man.

“hold the gun for her, won’t you? but don’t touch her or else i’ll blow your head off,” iwaizumi orders him, and the young man gulps and nods, his shaking hand reaching up to replace iwaizumi’s grip on the handle.

now that his hands are free to roam, iwaizumi takes the hem of your shirt, swiftly ripping it into two pieces and throwing it to the floor. your bra gets the same treatment, and he wastes no time in cupping the soft mounds on your chest, thumb and index finger pulling at your sensitive nipples.

your whine is loud and high pitched and your body jerks at the added stimulation. iwaizumi’s motions are rough, his calloused hands rub deliciously against the softness of your breasts.

“what are you waiting for? fuck my gun, slut.” he says harshly, pinching your nipples and you whimper loudly, squirming in his hold.

you exhale a loud breath as you look down at the man holding the gun, his head turned to the side as he gives you a warped sense of privacy.

the runner adjusts his grip, positioning the gun right in front of your hole. you bite your lip as your hips slowly roll towards the cold barrel, movements hindered by the ropes tied around your ankles.

you cry out when the barrel breaches past your pussy, making the men shift and adjust themselves as they watch the metal slowly disappear inside of you.

“bastard thinks i wasn’t serious when i told him his pretty little girlfriend would be the collateral if he didn’t pay me back,” iwaizumi hisses, and they all laugh and snicker. one guy kicks the back of the chair your boyfriend’s tied to.

you’re trembling and whimpering as you take the entire barrel, mind too numb to notice anything else. the wave of the cold and unfamiliar sensation makes you pause as you try to adjust to it—as much as you can.

iwaizumi’s not having it though, his jaw clenching in dismay as his fingertips twist your nipples roughly. you cry out at the sting, sniffling from his harsh treatment.

the man below you doesn’t move, as if he’s a statue, and he vehemently avoids looking at your naked and trembling body. iwaizumi clicks his tongue and tilts his head, and a pink haired man smirks slyly as he pulls out his own gun and stalks towards your boyfriend.

“if you don’t start moving your hips, makki here is going to shoot your boyfriend in the head,” iwaizumi whispers huskily in your ear, as if he’s your lover who’s saying all the sweet and dirty things to you.

you hiccup loudly as you watch the makki fellow dig his gun to your boyfriend’s temple with a sinister smile on his lips, sending tremors down your spine as you decide to heed the boss’s orders. if that’s the price to pay for you and your boyfriend to leave this place alive, then that’s what you’ll do.

you grip the armrests so hard that the skin on your knuckles becomes taut with tension as you breathe heavily through your tears. iwaizumi chuckles, his lips nipping at the skin of your neck as your hips begin to move slowly.

the barrel is so cold, so different from what you’re used to. the shape, obviously, is different and it’s so jarring that you can’t quite get the rhythm right.

but if you are going to survive, you have to get used to it and fast, because iwaizumi is impatiently huffing and his hands are becoming rough again.

your head falls on his shoulder as your hips roll and thrust against the gun, squelching sounds from your pussy making the rest of the men in the room hypnotized at how easily you’re taking it.

“look at him, all bloodied and bruised, watching his girl get fucked by my gun,” iwaizumi growls, hands leaving your aching tits as his hands guide your hips. he spits out curses under his breath as he feels the friction it brings on his clothed and throbbing cock.

“bet you’re squeezing the barrel like you squeezed my fingers, huh? fuckin’ whore.”

iwaizumi sneers, watching the unadulterated bliss on your face as you let him guide your wanton movements. you want to scream at yourself for enjoying this depravity, but the pleasure beats your logic and morals.

your cries and moans fill the stuffy room, and the young man holding the weapon in his shaking grip is red in the face with how lewd and needy you sound. you’re close, you can tell.

iwaizumi can too, seemingly in tune with your body’s response. his fingers travel to your pulsing clit, thick digits toying with the sensitive skin as the coarseness of the rope rubs on the skin of your wrist and ankles as you thrash around with limited movement.

“you’re really made for this shit. look at you making a mess on my lap, why don’t you cum for me?” he says in a tone meant to hypnotize you. your whine is high pitched as the deep rumble of his voice goes directly to your pussy and you can’t help but follow the movements of his fingers, lazily pinching and swirling circles on your clit.

“i-i can’t!” you scream, trying hard not to debase yourself even more as you lose control of your hips. iwaizumi has no problem moving you with one hand, clenching his jaw as your pitiful moans beg him to stop.

“you can.”

and so you do, throwing your head so far back that your neck is going to be sore later. iwaizumi pinches your clit just as he bites your neck, broken moans leaving you as your legs shake and toes curl.

your essence gushes out of you, drenching the barrel as the rest drips to the chair, soaking the velvet cushion. iwaizumi growls and the young man scampers away, leaving the gun inside your twitching walls.

he abruptly pulls it out of you and you whine, pussy dripping with more slick. iwaizumi quickly tucks it into his holster as he produces a sharp and gleaming knife from the other side, slicing away at the ropes like butter.

he pockets it as he carries your body with ease, long legs carrying you towards your boyfriend. you’re not sure, but it looks like he’s definitely crying, matching the tears and whimpers that are steadily coming from you.

“you think i’m done with you? that was just foreplay, sweetheart,” iwaizumi hisses, dropping your limp body to the floor as he manhandles you, bringing you on all fours as the men jeer and laugh.

you notice that they’re giving you a wide berth, as if they’re scared to get into yours and iwaizumi’s personal space. the imposing man kneels behind you, covered cock twitching against your ass.

he unbuckles his belt and the clank of metal is loud in the quiet room as they all watch. shame and embarrassment courses through your body from being so wantonly displayed, being the only naked person and right at the feet of your boyfriend.

you’re so humiliated that you lower your head and bite your lip to stifle the sobs threatening to burst out of you. the slight reprieve ends all too quickly when iwaizumi pulls your hair from the roots, earning a yelp from you as you wince at the abrupt stretch in your neck.

his knee nudges your thigh, spreading your legs further as you whimper at how exposed you are to him. his body leans forward, making you keenly aware of the heat and defined planes of his torso.

“keep your eyes on him while i fuck your slutty cunt. don’t even think about closing your eyes,” iwaizumi whispers menacingly as he rolls his hips, turning your head slightly so he can lick the tears off of your cheeks.

you let out a disgusted sound, trying to pull away but his grip on your hair is unyielding. he pulls away as he lowers his pants with his free hand, pulling his cock out and guiding it towards your hole.

iwaizumi’s movements are torturously slow as he slides the leaking tip along your slit before entering you with one swift thrust, making you jolt forward towards your boyfriend’s legs.

you scream as your nails claw against the floor from the sudden intrusion. if you hadn’t been thoroughly prepped beforehand, you’re sure that he would’ve split your body in half with how thick and long he is.

he only gives you a mere second to adjust his size before he pulls out again and thrusts back inside, harder and deeper this time as he throws his head back and groans loudly.

“fuck, that’s a good pussy,” he hisses, his hand finding purchase on your waist as his hips slap against your ass, setting a brutal pace that has your mind turning into mush.

your teary eyes find your boyfriend’s and because your traitorous body is enjoying the pleasure it’s being forcefully given, you can’t apologize to him, beg for his forgiveness for allowing yourself to be used like a sex object by this cruel man.

instead, sinful cries and moans fall from your lips and you can only show him how sorry you are through your glossy and blurry eyes.

“please...please...stop..." you beg in between moans, but iwaizumi only smirks, doing the exact opposite as he increases the force of his thrusts. how can he believe you? your body and face are betraying you.

his hand tugs harder on your roots as he turns your head towards him. his cold green eyes gleam upon seeing your expression of pure pleasure as your eyes flutter, face wet with tears and drool.

your pussy is basically suffocating his cock, as if you don’t want him to leave your tight walls. “better accept that you’re a whore, you know? stop pretending you don’t want this.”

he follows his statement with a loud smack, ass jiggling with his harsh movement. the sting of the slap makes you arch your back and you squeal, the new angle letting his cock repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

iwaizumi’s grip on your hair is painful, your hand flying to his wrist to ease his hold. coupled with his heavy and powerful thrusts and your unsteadiness—your upper body falls to the floor, breasts squished by the wood as his movements don’t falter. his hips continue their unforgiving pace as his hand spanks your ass in succession.

“my men wish they could fuck your tight pussy but they’ll rot knowing that only i can use your cunt.”

said men grumble and mutter amongst themselves but you don’t pay them any mind as your cheek rests on the floor, tears and drool staining the polished wood.

your broken and shaky cries—along with the loud and wet slapping of skin on skin—fill the room, making all the men, except for three, shift uncomfortably.

they would be touching themselves to the delicious sight of their boss fucking your sweet pussy but they’re not allowed to, only his three closest and high ranking are free to do what they desire.

“p-please!” you beg and iwaizumi leans over you again, shirt soaked with sweat. “please what?” he chuckles, grip loosening on your hair as his hand snakes around your stomach, already knowing what you’re going to ask for.

never in your life did you ever think you were going to beg a dangerous man to give you your release but it hurts. he’s far from gentle and with his size, the ache in your pussy and lower stomach is starting to prickle.

“m-make me c-cum, please,” you cry out, the dreaded words burning your throat but what can you do? you want this sweet torture to end so you can drop limply to the floor and rest.

you hate it, you hate him for making you feel good and acting like a common whore.

“as you wish, sweetheart,” iwaizumi says, tone uncharacteristically soft before straightening his body and thrusting even deeper and harder as his fingers furiously rub against your clit.

it’s too much and you can’t hold it anymore, the knot in your stomach snapping as a high pitched scream is ripped from you. you’re pretty sure you black out for a few seconds from the intense orgasm as your body shakes and convulses.

your velvet walls clamp down on him as he groans loudly, his hands gripping your hips as he thrusts so deep that his cock teases the entrance to your cervix.

spurts of his thick, hot cum shoots into your pussy as his hips slow down. his sharp eyes watching his thick length slowly fuck the overflowing cum back inside of you, creating a dense white ring around the base of his cock.

iwaizumi’s clothed chest heaves with every heavy exhale as he feels your mixed juices dripping down his balls. his thick fingers play with his cum, spreading it across your warm and sensitive ass.

eyes wide and glossy, you’re a shaking and writhing mess—completely fucked out with iwaizumi’s cock still inside of you. the grumbling and agitated men file out of the room, back to their duties as they leave you, your boyfriend, iwaizumi, and his three men.

after a few minutes of heavy breathing and tense silence, he kisses along your spine, going up until he reaches your head. he pulls you up so that your trembling and sensitive body is resting on his sweat soaked dress shirt.

iwaizumi grips your hair and gently turns your head towards him, sloppily kissing you before pulling away, pecking your lips.

“how was that, princess?” he says in a tone that's only reserved for you, his woman. his three closest friends are the only ones privy to the softer side of their usually cold and intimidating boss.

and you’re the only person in this entire world that knows iwaizumi, infamous mafia boss, inside and out.

“you were rougher than usual, daddy. you only fuck me with your gun when you’re angry, he really ticked you off, huh?” you question him in your sweet and saccharine voice, a complete 180 from the helpless girl you were before.

your finger traces his clenched jaw as your wet doe-eyes stare up at him, squirming slightly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“of course, fucker was going to skip town with you in tow. not like i wouldn’t be able to find you,” he grumbles the last part as he nuzzles your neck, rising from his heels as he walks back to the throne.

“who knew my princess would be a slut for danger?”

his most trusted men groan and sigh, knowing that they’ll take over because they know the two of you are in your own world now. they try their best to ignore the slick sounds of you bouncing on their boss’s lap as you seductively moan his name in delight.

“you’re lucky he didn't shoot you on sight, man,” makki, the one who held the gun to your supposed boyfriend’s head, says as he tugs his pants up his messy thighs as he lazily smirks towards the sorry sight of the man tied to the chair.

“bet your beaten up brain’s wondering what’s going on, huh?” another guy—mattsun—says with his dark eyes focused on your bouncing ass.

“let me make it simple for you, you’re too fucked up to understand long sentences anyway,” oikawa says in his teasing voice, wiping his hand on a handkerchief as he stands over your “boyfriend”.

“you’re the poor and unsuspecting prey while the two of them are the predators, and you know what they say, right? predators love playing with their food.”

[2:56 AM]

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hornime · 3 years

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trigger happy | sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

warnings: 18+, sub!sakusa, f!reader, DARK CONTENT (PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS), dubcon/noncon, gun play, degradation, orgasm denial, mention of death/murder, descriptions of gore

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: this is my piece for @inarizahki‘s mafia collab!!! thank you sunny for letting me join ( ˘ ³˘)❤ this is essentially a continuation to gun’s out but it can be read as a one-shot. also this is obvious but i know absolutely nothing about the mafia except for boom boom pow pow

you can tell that sakusa is trying to say something, probably cursing you out or threatening you with death the moment he gets out of this situation, but all of his words are muffled by the gun between his lips. he looks good like this, flushed red with anger and arousal, yet completely under your control, lest he wants to get shot.

the two of you are from rival gangs that are constantly engaged in territorial disputes. you’d each shot each others’ friends and allies, hell, you were responsible for the murder of komori motoya. it was a high-stress life, either kill or be killed, and you knew that.

but you also took advantage of that when you could—after all, with stress comes a lot of pent-up frustration, specifically sexual frustration.

and sakusa kiyoomi was the most stressed of them all.

wrenching the gun out of his mouth, you watch greedily as the line of spit connecting his mouth with barrel stretches and breaks in the space between your chests, before pressing it to his heart.

“i’m gonna fucking kill you,” he rasps, throat sore from the metal that was in it just moments before. his eyes are glinting dangerously—that’s how you know he’s true to his word—and almost completely black, the pupils bleeding into his irises. “i’m gonna make you watch as i cut each of your limbs off and let you bleed out onto the floor.”

“aw, but kiyoomi,” you fake pout, tilting your head to the side. “what’s the fun in that?”

he growls as your finger traces between his pecs and across his abs, maintaining nothing less than a venomous glare at you. “i’m serious. i’m going to tie you to this chair—”

“—like that worked out so well the first time—” you snicker.

“—fine. handcuff you to this chair—”

“—kinky—” you giggle.

“stop fucking interrupting me,” he snarls, voice scarily low. “i’ll handcuff you to this chair, take my knife, and watch all the blood drain from your body, and then use your lifeless corpse as a rug.”

you wrinkle your nose, completely unfazed. “gross.”

your finger draws a line along the shaft of his cock, still untucked from his pants from earlier, and sakusa sucks in a breath—it’s subtle because he’s been trained, as have you, to control your bodily impulses in dire times, but your hand feels his lungs push out just the slightest. you smile sadistically; no amount of training can truly suppress the most human desire of them all: lust.

“don’t touch me.” his voice is a little breathy now, the deep bass of it faltering slightly as your hand trails lower, fingers closing around the bottom of his cock. “i mean it.”

“mhm,” you purr. “i’m sure you do. but you’re not really in a position to be making demands right now, are you?”

your hand travels lower to fondle one of his balls, which elicits a shocked gasp from him, one he tries to cover up by coughing.

“don’t,” he grits his teeth, fighting back a groan, “touch me.”

you hum, leaning forward until your lips graze the shell of his ear. he flinches slightly, not able to move much since you're straddling him, but tries all the same to move away. “do you want me to put it in?”

he hesitates and you know you’ve got him, like a fly in honey. if the way his cock is hardening in your grip isn’t enough to confirm that, the fact that he takes a second too long to respond tells you everything you need to know.

“no.”

“aw, you don’t mean that.” you slightly lift your body, cold air hitting your cunt and making you hiss. you grab his wrist and move his hand so that it’s hovering just under your body, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of you. “put it in,” you say seductively, voice sickly sweet like molasses.

“no.”

fed up with his lack of compliance—he’s acting like such a fucking brat—you drop your salacious facade, features hardening and smile dropping. sakusa’s eyes widen in fear as you cock the gun, face filled with such unadulterated hatred that he’s scared you’ll actually kill him. you dig the gun further into his breastbone, eliciting a shocked gasp for him as it burns his chest with a dull pain.

“i said put it in.” your authoritative, and frankly, threatening tone, make his hands shake as one comes to rest on your hip, the other fumbling with his cock.

he inhales, taking a moment to question himself, but, with a quick glance to you, he makes up his mind: you're clearly the one in control here. it'd be in his best interest—especially if he wants to get out of this alive—to obey your every word.

you sharply push the barrel further into his lungs, constricting his breathing for a scary second, before leaving him gasping and sputtering. “don’t make me say it again.”

sakusa frantically complies as you fiddle with the gun’s trigger, letting the cool metal run along his shoulders, across his jugular, and then moving it upwards until it’s snug against the bottom of his chin. his hands rest tentatively on the plush of your hips before pulling your forward so that you’re suspended just above his cock.

there’s a silence—like the vacuum of noise that preludes the deafening pierce of a bullet.

and then you lower yourself down, the two of you moaning softly in the still air as the tension rises to its peak before cascading downwards.

sakusa throws his head back as your soft, pillowy walls glide along his cock, your arousal aiding the process.

he's unable to prevent a breathy moan from leaving his parted lips as your ass settles down on his thighs. you start rocking back and forth, every ridge and vein of his shaft rubbing against you in a way that makes heat pool in your lower stomach.

"fuck, you feel good," he whines, voice high-pitched as you roll your hips. you bite your lip at how quickly he's given in to the pleasure. despite his stony facade, he really is just like every other man—weak and pussy-whipped.

"yeah, you like this? you like this pussy?"

"god, yes," he murmurs, a blissed-out expression on his face. his eyes are hazy and mouth goes slack as you clench around him. "i love it."

you chuckle. "you're such a slut."

his hands come up to grab at your hips and you excuse the action—poor thing's too dumb to obey orders right now.

one of your hands comes to rest on his shoulder, the other still clutching the gun, and you use his body as leverage as you begin bouncing up and down.

"oh, fuck!" he cries, silvery tears beginning to prick the corners of his eyes. he feels like a toy, just something for you to use as you gyrate your hips, and he can't help but enjoy the feeling of being completely at your mercy. "oh god, you're so tight, so wet, i'm gonna fuckin' cum."

"you better not," you snarl, pushing the gun more insistently into his chest. "not until i say you can, whore."

you bite down hard on your lip to stifle what would definitely be an embarrassingly high-pitched whine as his cock fills you whole. it brushes against a tender spot inside you that makes you jerk with a pornographic keen, your fingers flinching over the gun's trigger as you try to keep yourself from pulling it and shooting a bullet straight into sakusa's skull.

at least not yet. you're not done playing with him. maybe another day.

the lewd sounds of skin-on-skin float through the air as you move up and down, sakusa's strength helping you do so when your knees become wobbly. with every thrust of his cock into you, you gasp, letting the pleasure overtake each of your senses. as quickly as you find yourself falling victim to the feeling of him inside you, you know that sakusa's in an infinitely worse state.

he's too far gone to be humiliated by the way he's sniveling, desperately trying to stave off his orgasm to avoid disobeying you. every time you pull yourself off of him so that just the tip is inside, he whines, and every time you bring yourself back down, enveloping him in a squeezing heat, he lets out a broken moan.

the way he's looking is absolutely debauched—he's gorgeous, a splattering of pink blush along his cheeks mirroring the color of his bitten lips. his glossy eyes are blown out wide, locked on the way your tits sway with every movement of his hips.

you take note of his focused gaze, nose crinkling in amusement. "you wanna suck?"

he gazes up at you like you've hung the stars in the sky, pupils practically forming hearts. "please."

he cranes his head to latch his lips around one of your nipples, completely uncaring to the way the new position sends an ache through his front as the gun pushes harder against him. the swirling of his tongue sends muted rushes of satisfaction through your nerves and straight to your cunt, which is getting sloppier and sloppier. you're close—but sakusa’s closer.

"kiyoomi," you purr, hot breath tickling his ear. "you wanna cum, don't you?"

he makes a muffled noise, his mouth still occupied with your tit, as you purposefully tighten around his cock, making his eyes roll back.

"wan' 't so bad," he musters, the words sending vibrations through your soft flesh. "'lease, 'lease, 'll do 'nythin'"

"touch my clit and i'll see if i want to let you."

his reaction is immediate—long, slender fingers unfurl themselves from the crease of your waist and thigh and move downwards. he shivers as the pad of his thumb meets the hot, wet plush of your pussy, shifting to stroke soft circles into your sensitive clit.

"ah!" you can't help but moan as his skin comes into contact with the bud. "right there, fuck, right there."

he detaches from your nipple, a slick string of spit connecting his tongue to it, before feverishly moving to your other breast. he delves into the delicate mound, trying his best to quiet his own noises—needy and pathetic whimpers of pleasure.

rubbing your clit is doing nothing but making his head spin as he scrambles to get a hold on himself—he wants to cum so bad it hurts, but he's grasping the last of his self-control to follow your orders.

moving his thumb just makes you constrict around him as you move up and down—you're like a vice, a hot, wet, and soft vice that's going to milk him fucking dry. you bring your free hand up to tug at his hair and push him farther into your chest, and he digs his fingernails into the meat of his palm to keep himself from cumming on the spot.

even when you're using him, threatening his life, he can't help but want more, more, more. it feels as easy as breathing air to forget everything he's ever been taught in this line of work and just succumb to your hypnotic power and perfect fucking body.

sparks of pleasure singe your limbs as they strike your cunt over and over, the combined sensations of his delicious cock inside you and accelerating pressure on your clit building a peak that will spike at any moment. sakusa flattens his tongue along your nipple while speeding up his thumb and you scream.

"fuck, c-cum for me, kiyoomi. right fucking now. cum in me, you bitch. cum."

sakusa lets out a pornographic noise, his body trembling as he cums on command, abs rippling under the push of the gun, adam's apple bobbing as he gasps to replace the air that's been knocked out of his lungs. you follow suit, the muscles in your thighs tightening around his waist as the tension between your legs snaps and sends you spiraling.

you have half a mind to slacken your grip on the gun—if you didn't, you'd have yet another murder on your hands.

both of your hearts are beating through your chests as you collect your bearings, soft pants swirling around you. you shift forward, forcing some of his pearly cum to drip down his shaft, until your sweaty foreheads are pressed against one another. sakusa peers at you with big, doe eyes.

"that was fun," you remark breathily, pulling the gun away from him and waving it in the air. "we should do that again sometime."

at the removal of the weapon, sakusa lets out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. his head rolls forward onto your shoulder as his neck sags—the exhaustion of sex catches up with him as you begin cleaning yourself up.

you slink away, gingerly crawling up and off of his lap and cringing at the feeling of cum spilling out of your abused pussy. you quickly get dressed, gathering the clothes you'd discarded from the floor, and yanking them onto your body. you're going to have hell to explain when the rest of your group realizes you ditched the mission.

"where're you going?" sakusa's weak and raspy voice catches your attention.

"to kill people," you quip. "aren't you supposed to be doing the same?" he sighs, tucking his cock back into his boxers and zipping his pants.

"yeah, i guess."

you shrug, making your way out of the warehouse.

"wait," he calls. "is this... a truce? you didn't kill me."

"you didn't kill me either. so i guess it is."

he nods, opening his mouth to speak before hesitating. "can we, uh, can we do this again?"

you snort. "if you really want to. no promises that i won't shoot you, though. you got lucky this time."

as he watches your hips sway when you leave, an uneasy feeling spreads throughout his chest.

sure, being in the mafia is hard. but becoming reliant on someone in the mafia, someone you're supposed to be sworn enemies with, is even harder.

if you enjoyed, reblogs + comments are appreciated!

#sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sub sakusa #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #sub haikyuu #dom reader #kinky.inky #mafia!haikyuu collab

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beelzen · 3 years

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♰ russian roulette - mafia!terushima x fem!reader ♰

nsfw | 18+ | minors dni

warnings: gun play, breeding, degradation kink, playing with readers life, hair pulling, oral sex

word count: 627 words

♰ this work is a part of the mafia collab by @inarizahki ♰

Your knees already hurt from kneeling on the floor for so long, throat sore and tears staining your pretty face. You feel his strong hands push your head against his body once again, his dick hitting the back of your throat making you gag.

“Don’t you dare vomit on my dick, whore”, Terushima says with a low voice, pulling you on your hair to look up at him, still holding a gun against the side of your head. He pulls out of your mouth and pulls you onto your feet, turning you around and bending you over his table right in front of you.

Terushima is the head of his own mafia, the johzenji crew. Usually he’s a nice and gentle guy, at least to you, but when it comes to sex he’s very aggressive and won’t hold back one bit. He likes using you to release stress.

You start begging him to fuck you and Terushimas mood gets even worse. He can’t stand ungreatful, impatient whores like you.

“How about this”, he says, removing the gun form your head, “you pick a number between 1 and 10. In this gun is exactly one bullet and I will spin the cartridge chamber as many times as you tell me to. If you have bad luck and the gun actually gets loaded, you will die. If you’re lucky you will live and get the sex you want. It’s like a game of Russian roulette”

You swallow hard but slowly nod your head, looking back at him, agreeing to his idea. You pick the number 4 and he spins the chamber 4 times. Terushima tells you to lay your head flat on the table and points the gun right at you. He has an evil smirk on his face, already knowing if you will live or die.

“You’re such a dumb little girl”, he says and points the gun away from you shooting into his table right next to your face. You shut your eyes close, heart racing. Single tears are running down your face.

Terushima harshly presses your face onto the table with one hand, slowly pushing his cock into you. You hear a quiet clicking sound and look next to you just to see Yūji putting down the gun he just shot with. Obviously his threats weren’t serious, he would never hurt you.

Terushima grabs the other side of your waist with his now free hand, pulling you back to meet his hips with your ass. You moan and feel him pulling out just to thrust into you again. This time harder and rougher.

He picks ups his pace and starts recklessly rutting into you. You’re a crying and moaning mess by now, feeling your orgasm slowly building up. Terushima is quietly moaning now too and you feel him twitch inside of you, knowing he’s close to cumming. He leans down to lay on top of you, whispering into you ear how good he’s feeling right now, licking the side of your face. You can feel the cold metal of his tongue piercing on your warm cheek. You moan his name as a response and feel him standing up again.

He picks up his pace one more time, fucking you hard. Terushima reaches down to rub your clit, pushing you even closer to the edge. He keeps thrusting into you until you cum all over his dick, screaming out in pleasure. Terushima cums right after, releasing inside of you, watching bot of your cum dripping down your legs as he finally pulls out of you.

He picks up the gun from the table and pushes the mixture of your cum back into your throbbing pussy, thrusting into you a few more times until he finally had enough.

#mafia!haikyuu collab #tw.hair pulling #tw.breeding #tw.gunplay #terushima x you #terushuma x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #yuuji terushima

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nesswritings · 3 years

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Mine, Forever

Oikawa clears his throat, breaking the silence. “I’ve been thinking, and I finally have a task for you. You know Ushiwaka, correct? Since you failed to take me out, I’m hoping you can take him out.”

a/n: My piece for @inarizahki's mafia collab. Thanks Sunny for the slight peer pressure to do this, it reminded me how much I love writing and mafia au's. Sending my love to you <3 <3 <3 word count: 2.2k

Warnings: stockholm syndrome, dub-con, general mafia topics (violence, guns, blood, etc.), death mentions, slight yandere oikawa, alcohol and drugs mentions, nsfw content at end

Shit. The bullet missed, hitting the man’s shoulder instead of going clean through his head. Below there already was a commotion, curses and directions being shouted out by someone. Time was limited, and you had to get back before you got caught. Karasuno was expecting you back safely, though the assassination was a failed mission. Survive, get back, and recover from this shock, then you could try again. Stairs in the back, the gun left behind so you could leave quickly.

But arms caught you as you emerged from the door at the bottom, your instincts already kicking in. The grip was too tight, and there were others there. Outnumbered, and stuck in this position. Your eyes rested on the muscular man you had attempted to take out, his slumped form against an alleyway wall as another man pressed a blue handkerchief against the wound. But that sight was short lived, your chin forced up to take in a new man, a man who didn’t seem to belong with the rest of Seijoh.

“You hurt Iwa-chan, sweetheart,” he cooed, ignoring the flinch from the nickname. Oh, that wouldn’t do, his eyes tracing over your outfit. It was easy to catch the small snag of the patch, pulling at the collar to truly take it in. A smirk set on his face, lithe fingers tearing the patch off the fabric before it was handed off. “Ah, so cute and clueless you’ve been involved. Don’t worry, they’ll pay in a different way. But you. You’re mine, princess, and don’t you ever forget that.” Dark words from a pretty man, words that only made him smile as he caught you off guard. But the rest understood, a murmur coming from Mattsun. “Don’t worry, I won’t let your pretty head hit the ground. So just relax.”

You sit up in the bed, your breath racing and your heart pounding in your chest. Only a dream, it was only a dream. No, it was a dream of the night you had been caught, the night Karasuno had been raided and the bloody massacre on the base. Oikawa had promised you’d pay in a different way, but you weren’t sure how that would happen. You weren’t used for sex, you weren’t on the streets trafficking drugs. No, you were stuck in this small room daily, with meals delivered and the blinking red light of the camera being a reminder that someone was always watching.

How long has it been? Days passed slowly and blended together. You would see Oikawa most days, though you refused to talk about Karasuno and who you were. But, despite the challenge, the company was nice. At least a week of being here, you knew that much, but the world would be different if you ever left.

The knock interrupts your thoughts, sitting up as you see the aforementioned man walk in. Two trays instead of one, the suit sharp with the light blue accents. Meant to seem less intimidating, and to show that they had a sense of style, Oikawa had once told you. A useless fact that stuck with you, the tapping against your cheek snapping you out of your thoughts for good.

“Eat up, princess.” Oikawa left little room for debate, settling at the desk with his eyes pointed at you. His gaze drops to his phone, glancing over the latest update. Iwaizumi would heal with time, though a nasty scar from the bullet would remain. Oikawa clears his throat, breaking the silence. “I’ve been thinking, and I finally have a task for you. You know Ushiwaka, correct? Since you failed to take me out, I’m hoping you can take him out.”

Ushijima, a man you knew simply by name. Larger than Seijoh, far more terrifying, and a beast of a man to mess with. Rumors always spread about that man, whether it was about how he tortured someone or his latest acquisition. Someone like him was far beyond your paygrade, your fork dropping onto the plate as you processed the request. “I can’t.”

“Oh, you can. And you will.” Oikawa didn’t bother with finishing his food, leaving the half-touched plate on the desk. “I’ll send someone for you soon. Until then, be good.”

Another typical day, outside of that small taste of freedom. Even if you weren’t to be trusted, your hands bound with rope, you were out of that room. A small taste of fresh air, finally able to see where you were. The Seijoh headquarters, luxurious and full of their distinguishing light blue accents. You follow behind closely, almost in shock at being led into Oikawa’s office. A meeting in progress with his closest men and an invite from the leader. His lap, with little choice.

Boring, dreadfully boring, but the interaction was nice. Though they continued on as though you weren’t there, it gave your mind a break from thinking over your mistakes. No, your focus was on the warmth of Oikawa, the gentle swirl of his fingers on your thighs. The touch was enough to distract you, your head resting against Oikawa’s shoulder. Far more gentle than that night, almost as if he cared. Maybe he did. It was a bad mindset to let yourself fall into, but if he cared, there was no reason to let your guard down a little.

“You’re dismissed for the day. Iwa, make sure to get some rest.” Oikawa accepts the grunt from him, waving off the men without a care in the world. His focus was on you, his new pawn to use as he needed. “You’re staying, sweetheart.” His hands move to keep a tight grasp on your waist, leaning forward to let his cheek rub against yours. There was so much he could do, so much he wanted to do, but trust was a little more important. Establish that trust, then he would be able to have his way with you. “You’ve been kept in that room for far too long, haven’t you? You can spend your days by me, if you’d like. All you have to do is listen. Deal?”

He wanted you to be on board with the Ushijima plan. Maybe he thought you were dumb, but you weren’t, your eyes locking on the map on the wall. Pins marked where various fights had been, a giant red X over where Karasuno had once been. Your home was gone, and there was no return to those you considered family. “It’s a deal.”

You had freedom, though in an unconventional way. Oikawa was glued to you, or you were at his side. Like a master and a dog, though you were granted alone time once you were brought back to your room in the evenings. The freedom helped you to keep track of the dates, to keep track of time, and to learn more about Seijoh. Members, the history, what their plans involved. Oikawa trusted you, or you would meet your end after you completed what he needed you for.

The plan was in place, and the night quickly approached. Everyone was counting down the hours until the fall of Shiratorizawa, until Seijoh would be the ones in charge of the entire region.

“Your dress, your highness.” Makki’s teasing voice was the only one in the small room, your eyes looking at the bag. Oikawa had mentioned a party, but dressing up? You stand from the bed, the dress revealed. Black and silky, bound to be tight and short on you. And, of course, jewelry with blue accents, as if being with Oikawa wouldn’t expose you. “Thanks, Makki.” Your fingers run over the material, looking at the mafia man who didn’t budge. He was going to help you get ready. This was beyond embarrassing, a groan leaving your lips. “Make it quick.”

Tight enough to show off your figure, yet loose enough for Makki to strap the pistol to your side and give it a teasing pat. Everything was almost too good, letting him escort you out to the main entrance. Seijoh was gathered, and more than ready to go.

“Thanks, Makki.” Oikawa offers his arm out for you, his plan for the night set in place. Keep you next to him, entertain you, and have you take out his enemy during the deal. “Come along, princess, we don’t have all night.”

The drive was nearly silent, sandwiched between Oikawa and Iwaizumi. You were his precious gem, his special girl, his hidden tool, compliments he had showered you with in the past days. When the car stopped outside the venue, you could feel warm fingers intertwining with your own, a squeeze following. “Just wait for my cue, cutie, then a bullet to the head. Do a good job for me, and we’ll get you out of that stuffy room.”

Heart beating fast in your chest, you allow him to help you out, knowing how the evening would progress. Mingling, staying glued to his side, looking pretty. Inside and outside of Seijoh were bound to be the same, and the least you could do was behave. If Oikawa was playing nice, you would as well. Being led around while nursing various drinks and small appetizers was relaxing, only required to give a smile and accept the occasional kiss or dip of fingers underneath the dress slit from Oikawa. A tease, but no one noticed, or they didn’t dare to say anything to him. Fear and tension were in the air, but for unspoken reasons.

By the time Ushijima shows up, you were escorted away, as Oikawa claimed that their talks weren’t suited for ladies like you. Iwaizumi stands next to you, his presence both comforting and terrifying as you steady the shot. Your finger itches to pull the trigger, adrenaline already coursing through your body. So long without an assassination, without a task to complete, and it was coming to backfire. As Oikawa’s hand rises in the air, your finger moves to hover over the trigger, pulling as soon as his fist closes.

Bang. The smell of gunpowder and commotion follows the noise, your brain already guiding you through your old process. Wipe the gun down and get the hell out of there. Iwaizumi stops you before you could run, cocking his head towards the back. Even if you had shot him, the resentment must have passed by now. One of his hands rests firmly on your back, the other grabbing the gun, leading you away from the chaos and out into the fresh air.

You scramble to sit up on his bed as Oikawa finally arrives, blood spatters on his white shirt and a streak across his forehead. A smile graces your lips as he presses closer, the smell of blood strong as your lips meet. Sweet, gentle, until Oikawa got hungry, your hair spread along his sheets in an instant and his teeth nipping lightly at your lip.

“Good fucking girl, aren’t you?” The words make your heart flutter, the streak of blood in your vision for a moment as his lips move to suck on your exposed collarbone. Your head was heavy between the pleasure and the alcohol from before, soaking in the praise from Oikawa. “Took care of Ushiwaka for me. You’ll be mine forever, won’t you?”

You feel the fabric of the dress being bunched around your waist, a moan slipping from your lips as his fingertips tease your clit. “Yeah, yours forever.” You were too occupied in how his fingers danced over your clit, unable to see the smirk that graced his lips. Panties were pushed aside, fingers finally entering your wet cunt. Your hips bucked as his fingers thrusted brutally into your sweet spot, back arching and pussy tightening around them. “There, please Tooru, there!”

“Patience.” Oikawa would spend his entire night ruining you, learning every inch of your body, marking what belonged to him. You were of Seijoh now, and he had no intentions of ever giving you up. But he could give into your demands, feeling you were worthy of a reward. You did what he asked, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers continued to hit the spot that made your toes curl. He hums softly as you tighten around his fingers, slowing his pace to a gentle pumping and glancing at your fucked out face. “Not yet, darling.”

His hand is gentle over yours like always, guiding it to his clothed cock. You bite your lip, looking up at him with wide eyes. Expected, yes, but your thighs were still shaking and it was hard to focus when those fingers continued to work your cunt open.

“I love you, cutie. You’ll do it for me, won’t you?” Oikawa leans closer, letting his fingers curl up and his lips press against yours. He soaks up the cry that leaves your mouth, only pulling away when you begin to nod frantically.

Your hands undid his slacks, pushing them down enough. Maybe not a large cock, but intimidating enough in the tight underwear. “I’ll do it, Tooru. Anything for you.”

“That’s a good girl.” His fingers pull out of your cunt slowly, dragging along the dress to clean them. It was time to take matters into his own hand, fishing his cock out. “Don’t be a brat. We have forever together, cutie, you and me.”

#oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa x you #mafia!haikyuu collab #haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru x you #haikyuu x you #seijoh #hq x you #oikawa x reader #dsjklafds im gonna disappear now #q'd #no beta too lazy

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splishsplashyouretrash · 3 years

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red on orange

hiya, here’s my submission for the haikyuu mafia collab hosted by @inarizahki

characters: mafia!hinata x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive content, slight blood, i think that’s it <3

word count: 558

nobody ever really has a plan to date a mafia member, especially not one of the most unusual karasuno clan men. his angelic face, childish demeanour and shorter stature in comparison to other members usually deceived rivals. it was also no surprise that hinata shouyou had stolen many hearts in his lifetime but he truly felt like everything was different with you. you weren’t scared of his job, you had become well liked by most members in fact, you didn’t just see him in the innocent boyish way that others did nor did you treat him as such.

you knew what he did for work of course, your family were under the impression that he was just a well-respected police officer and they didn’t ask many questions regarding it. the unknown factors for you were what he did when he disappeared for weeks at a time to complete missions - not that you were particularly keen to know. although every time that he does come home, you still feel the nervous butterflies that you had felt all those years ago. the two of you were months away from getting married in the autumn, the colour palette would compliment hinata’s hair according to your mother.

despite the unknown in your relationship, you were at your happiest with him. you loved the way he made you feel special and showed you off to his other clan members. you took pride in dressing up and attending expensive balls and banquets with him. you couldn’t get enough of the sight of him in tailored suits with a pretty gun clinging to his side - the thought made heat pool between your thighs. likewise, shouyou loved the way you saw him as a man yet still let him indulge in his more energetic side. he also took pride in bragging about you and how lucky he is to have fallen in love with such a gorgeous woman. he couldn’t get enough of all of you no matter if you had just woken up, were getting dressed up to go out or were sprawled across the bed.

hinata may come across as a person that rarely let their anger show, he only really let it show when the situation called for it but even then he tried his best to shield you from it. even when a member from a rival mafia had started to get a bit too close to you, especially after you had told him that you weren’t interested, he still made sure you didn’t witness anything unnecessary. you had been escorted to the car by one of the taller raven haired men whilst shouyou “dealt with the issue.” when he returned, there were faint specks of blood adorning his shirt but you chose to ignore it and instead thanked him for keeping you safe. he returned a smile and gripped you close to his chest, desperate to feel your warmth. he couldn’t stand the thought of anybody but him looking at you the way he did and you knew that, yet he still felt like he needed to apologise for lashing out like that. you reassured him it was okay and tried to stop his tears of realisation - a sight you rarely saw.

despite the dangers of dating a mafia member, you truly felt at your safest with him.

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mitts2002 · 3 years

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Yamaguchi Tadashi - Angel

Hii so this fic is a mafia au as its part of the mafia au collab made by @inarizahki hope you all enjoy! It will have dark themes and mentions of blood.

It was strange. He was strange. You sat there at a table in a cute Tokyo coffee shop staring back at an unknown man with freckles adorning his cheeks and a bright smile to match.

Your organisation had sent you to sign a deal with the new upcoming mafia group. They were known as the Karasuno Clan and all members were referred to as crows, no identification or information, not even a single picture was to be found.

This whole ordeal was strange to you. Why would they trust you to see the face of a clan member? So open in public to make matters worse. You could use the knowledge of this man's face in the future yet the extremely secretive and protective group seem to be laying it out on a silver platter.

"Is something wrong? Maybe I should get you something to drink?"

"No it's fine I'm just a bit tired, should we begin with our meeting?"

"And here I thought we were gonna start with introductions"

"Is there a point when I know your not gonna tell me your name? Let's just discuss the business deal"

Confusion laced his face as he cocked his to the side. You could even say he looked cute, but you knew better. Behind this cute boy façade and navy suspenders was most likely a heartless cold blooded killer. You pulled out some documents from your bag and set them in front of him.

“You seem untrusting of me (Y/N), are you nervous perhaps?“ The nameless crow asked before picking up your documents and giving them a quick scan.

“Being in our line of work I'm sure you understand if I have my doubts after all were taught to trust no one“

“Ironic considering your leader Kuroo-san and my leader are good friends who trust each other greatly“

You didn't want your shock to be visible to him. You weren't aware of your gangs unexpected union and it all suddenly began to make sense why the Nekoma Commission leader entrusted you to meet with a crow in person.

“Alright you've read through the documents, will you agree to share the information with us?”

“That depends (Y/N) what's in it for us“

“I've clearly written that our groups will earn each others trust and union, we will also pay you generously“

Seriously what more did he want? Most mafia groups needed money and allies and your contract was willing to give him both.

“I need proof, that you wont betray us once we help you“

“what exactly do you want me to do?”

He smiled. Then began to inch closer towards you. You couldn't help but admire him, how could someone with such angel like features be apart of the mafia? His appearance was neat, not a single wrinkle in sight and his dark hair had a slight ruffled look to it. An angel playing with the devils maybe, but whatever reason he was here for didn't matter at the moment.

You needed him to move away. You needed to stop your heart from racing. You needed this contract signed. Then you could leave and forget about this entire encounter.

“say (Y/N) have you ever killed?” he whispered into your ear causing a shiver to go up your spine. His hot breath lingered and you couldn't form the words to respond. You gave him a simple nod and he began to frown.

“That's a shame (Y/N) I thought we were birds of a feather but I guess I assumed wrong“

“And what's that's supposed to mean?“

“You'll found out when we meet again”

He winked, took the documents and left. Months later you did meet again but you wished you didn't. You regret meeting him. All of this was his fault. You stared down at the crimson blood on your hands as tears welled up in your eyes.

How could the manipulative bastard do this to you? All you asked was for him to sign a damn contract and yet he couldn't even do that. He had to be greedy. Mafia men are never satisfied you've learnt. They always want more.

“You set me up. Yaku didn't deserve to die“ You sobbed looking down at the ally you just (accidentally) killed.

“Well (Y/N) I didn't kill him did I? In fact I don't believe I've ever killed“ He responded so nonchalantly as if he didn't admit he used people to do the dirty work for him while he just sat back and enjoyed the show.

“No you told me to meet you here so we can discuss more about the contract and told Nekoma that someone from another organisation was trying to attack so you needed a backup sniper. They sent Yaku to help but he didn't realise it was just us and shot. On instinct I moved and shot back. I don't fucking understand what the hell was this for? WHY DID YOU MAKE ME KILL HIM?“

“Don't you understand? The contract was never on your terms (Y/N) it was on mine“ He gave you that angelic smile and bent down to your level gripping your face with his cold hands.

“Nekoma will never forgive you for this (Y/N) they will hunt you down and make sure you die a torturous death. You have no choice but to join us. We will provide security in exchange for your knowledge, hacking and negotiation skills. Deal?“ His sweet voice sounded sickly to you. He clearly didn't care about what he did as long as he got what he wanted.

You didn't want to shake his hand, but he was right. You had no choice. You had betrayed your family and Nekoma will only think of your story as a pathetic excuse. Tears dropped down as you extended your hand to shake his.

Oh how looks can be deceiving. One look at this nameless crow and you would think he was an angel blessed upon this earth, but as one hand gripped your face and the other grabbed your hand you knew. As his hand pulled your face closer to his and lips locked with yours you knew. As his tongue entered your mouth and explored every inch of it like it was his to explore you knew.

This was no angel. No, you just made a deal with the devil and there was no turning back.

#mafia!haikyuu collab #hq yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader

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ecoamerica · 15 days

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hizashiiis · 3 years

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While You Were Away

Yuu Nishinoya x Female!Reader

This is part of the @inarizahki mafia collab! I had Nishinoya, so I wrote this little thing about him coming back from a “business trip.” That can mean whatever you’d like it to, lol.

Warnings: Mafia content, suggestive themes, large dogs, loneliness

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Three weeks. That’s how long it had been since you’d seen your husband. He was off on some sort of “business dealing,” which, knowing him, probably meant he was torturing someone for information.

You knew, logically, that having a husband in the mafia would mean danger, and it would mean a lot of time apart. But there’s a big difference between knowing that, and feeling the emptiness of your house when he wasn’t in it. Every step down the long hallways felt colder without him there, and every meal eaten alone felt a little more lonely.

He had attempted to get one of the other members of the Karasuno Clan to stay with you in the house, but you had refused. You could keep yourself safe, and you weren’t too keen on seeing anyone if it wasn’t him. He insisted on at least stationing a few security men outside just in case, though.

You picked up your phone, unlocking it and going to the messages app, looking for any sign from him that he was okay, and maybe, hopefully, coming home soon. There was a text from late last night, telling you about a dog he saw while walking in a downtown area. In a city he couldn’t even tell you the name of.

You sent a quick text acknowledging the coolness of pit bulls as a breed before setting your phone back down and heading into the living room to sit and pet your own dog.

When you entered the room, the enormous german shepherd went absolutely nuts, running in circles around your legs and jumping up and down off of the couches. He was a very excitable dog. You’d had him since you and Nishinoya had gotten married, him claiming that the puppy would serve as good company when he was away. In moments just like this one. So you’d said yes, more to satisfy Yuu than out of real comfort in the dog. But you’d grown to love him as you might love a child, if you were interested in having one of those.

You laugh at the dog’s antics, petting him as he raced by. “Settle, Bear. Everything’s okay!” Trying in vain to get him to sit down, you flopped onto a large chair beside the fireplace, beginning to read a book you’d started a few days ago.

No more than ten minutes after you’d started to read, your phone started to ring. You jumped to answer it, startling your puppy, who was now chewing a large rubber bone.

“Hello?” You answer the phone, waiting with baited breath to see if it would be good or bad news. It was typically one of the two. But to your surprise and utter relief, it was your husband that was on the other end of the line.

“Hey baby!” Yuu yelled down the line, expressing his hyper energy just as well over the phone as he always did in real life. From the background, you can just barely make out a groaning Tanaka telling him to be quieter.

“Yuu!” You respond, feeling your heart flutter at the sound of his voice. You’ve been together for two years now, married for a few months, but it’s still so nice to hear him call you baby. “How are you?”

“I’m good, but I miss my cute little wife.” You can practically hear him wink as he speaks, and you laugh.

“I miss you too! Where are you?” You assume it’s safe to ask that now, since he usually wouldn’t call you from anywhere he wouldn’t want to be traced from.

“About that, actually…” His voice holds a teasing sort of tone, and he waits a few seconds to hold the suspense. “Why don’t you look outside, pretty girl?”

You hop off the couch, running to the large window that looks out on the street. A shiny black car that you recognize as Asahi’s rolls to a stop just outside of the house. As you run to the door to see your husband, you hear the security guys checking out the car to make sure everyone was who they said they were.

A man knocks on your front door as you hang up the phone to tell you it’s clear, and with that confirmation, you race outside to greet Yuu.

You squeak as he picks you up and twirls you around, happy to finally see you after an endless three weeks apart. Putting you down, he captures your lips in a deep kiss, biting down on your lower lip. You can hear the men behind Noya cough and clear their throats awkwardly. Yuu waves them away, kissing you harder.

You pull away after a moment, holding his face in your hands. “Hi, my love. Missed me that much, huh?” You tease, brushing his cheeks with your thumbs.

“What can I say, babe, you’re addicting.” He winks at you, catching your thumb as it crosses his mouth to give it a kiss. Tanaka clears his throat again, a bit louder this time, making Yuu roll his eyes and pull away. “Problems, Ryuu?”

“Uh, yeah, I haven’t even gotten my hug yet, and neither has Asahi. She’s our friend too!” Tanaka says teasingly, holding out his arms. You giggle and run to give the two taller men hugs. Tanaka practically squishes all of the air out of your lungs, while Asahi is far more gentle, whispering a nervous little, “Hello.”

“It’s good to see you guys!” You say to them, returning to your place next to Noya. “How was the, er… business trip?” You cough a bit on the word ‘business,’ letting them know that you know what they were doing there. Asahi has the decency to look a little bit awkward at that, but Tanaka and Noya just grin.

“It was great!” Yuu says.

“Very productive.” Tanaka adds with a wink.

The four of you continue to talk a bit, but after a few minutes, your husband becomes very fidgety, seemingly very antsy to get inside. Noticing this, you carefully excuse yourselves, holding tightly to Noya’s hand as you walk inside.

When you get in the door, he jumps on you, kissing you roughly. You return the kiss, though a bit softer. Your hands move to tangle in his hair, holding him tightly as if afraid he might disappear at any moment. Tears slide down your cheeks, falling to the wooden floor below you.

A sudden, very loud woof startles you out of your kisses, and Yuu laughs, reaching down to pet the big puppy. “You missed me, too, huh Bear?” he giggles, trying to get the dog to stop giving slobbery kisses all over his face and hands. It’s no use, though; he’s too excited to see Noya home.

You smile at the sight of your two favorite people rolling around on the floor. This is what you’ve missed the last few weeks. It doesn’t seem so empty anymore; your home is full of energy again thanks to your hyperactive lover.

“Yuu, are you going to cuddle me or not?” You say, a fake pout on your lips as you cross to the living room. “You’ve been gone too long!”

Noya gets up from the ground in a flash, rushing to your side on the couch and snuggling into you, peppering a million kisses across your arms as he does. “Of course I am, what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t? I was gone so long and I hardly even got to text you! Now come here, baby, get your Yuu cuddles.” His face takes on a determined expression, now fully set on giving you all the attention you missed out on when he was gone.

The two of you stay like that for a long time, with Yuu cuddling you, occasionally placing a sweet kiss to whatever part of you he can reach. At some point you fall asleep in his arms, glad to finally have him back with you.

#mafia!haikyuu collab #yuu nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #mafia haikyuu #mafia nishinoya #nishinoya fluff #yuu nishinoya x reader #yuu nishinoya fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff

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wonnoy · 3 years

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personal apprentice

koji hiroo mafia boss collab with inarizahki.

*no but seriously his neck is unreal i made it too long dude but i already sharpied it. but here is koji hiroo with mafia sprinkle)

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warnings: (what type of mafia boss would it be without warnings) suggestive , typical 18+, virgin ho, gun, knife

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Deep breaths, in and out. Your heart was one of the few things you could hear in the room. It was dark out, long since the sun had set. In your hands, a bag you were gripping so tight that you were certain your nails were going to tear the gloves.

Sitting in the corner on the opposite side of the room was a man with his legs crossed and his eyes narrowed at the other two gentlemen in the room. Their voices were just barely above whispers.

"Koji, sir, we made sure that the bag was right here-"

"I'm sure as hell that I didn't suck the bag into my ass, you need to find my bag or you're going to find my foot up your ass," Koji said. The bag that they were talking about was the one that was in your hands.

It was supposed to be a job that got you in and out of the place tout suite. But now that you were in, you couldn't get out. Every breath you took was a risk, it seemed the man sitting down - Koji you believe - had hyper senses. His eyes were always searching the room, occasionally they would flit past you which would make you hold your breath.

He knew you were here he was just trying to make you suffer.

You looked to the left and eyed down the shut door. If you were lucky enough - not to mention, fast - you could make it out of here. The two men searching the room were getting closer and closer to your hiding spot. It wouldn't be much longer until they found you with the way that rummaged through practically everything.

Your throat was much more than dry at this point, swallowing proved to do nothing in trying to cool your nerves, yet you did it anyway.

One of the men came a little closer to you now, you could tell by the noise they were making. They really where searching every nook and cranny that they could get their hands on. It was now or never else their meaty paws would be all over your body. Slightly adjusting the mask on your face to make sure you couldn't be identified, you made a dash for the door.

It was a slight movement at first that you made that gained Koji's attention initially. Then it was the rapid speed that you ducked out from under the table and pushed past the guy who was about to grab you.

"Fucking grab her would you idiots," Koji semi-yelled at the two men. They were quick to interact, a silent language between the two of them as they coordinated to trap you inside the room.

You watched the door be quickly blocked off with the guard's massive stature and with its closure your heart shriveled at any chance of making it out of here. You stopped running and stood still, very aware of the man behind you, the one in front of you, and the one next to you.

There was laughter from Koji who was still sitting on the chair.

"So you're the one who took the bag?" and more to himself muttered, "aren't you a sad excuse for a burglar," and then he stood, the chair screeching across the floor as it was pushed back. He took his sweet time walking over to you, only one eye visible with the other being blocked completely by his black fringe.

Black, hooded eyes gleamed with curiosity and slight annoyance as they eyed you down. A black fire tattoo trailed down his neck and the rest of it was hidden underneath the suit he wore.

He stopped in front you, towering above you.

"What's your name sweet cheeks?" he smirked down at you. Worry was pooling around in your gut as he stared at you, you couldn't read his emotions anymore. Your hands still held the bag, the weight of it nearly forgotten because you were scared.

You looked around the room, it looked to be trashed now and the men in it seemed to be quite relaxed despite the massive mess.

"Why would I tell you that," you answered, looking back at his face. His one eye visible had a long scar over it, you knew where he got it from as well.

"Don't make this more difficult on yourself baby," he raised a hand to caress your mask-covered face. You didn't flinch at the contact but instead continued to stare at him. He was being oddly gentle towards you.

Koji Hiroo was a man who was known for his sarcastic comments and the unrealistically cruel way he tortured people. He made them torture themselves from the way he picked at their brains. His notoriety was well known, it was actually how you ended up here in the first place.

Money is money and you have quite an affinity for it.

Koji leaned down to your ear and your grip tightened on the bag, "if you're thinking of swinging that bag at me, I will make sure to break every limb in your body," he whispered lowly into your ear. Your heart dropped into your stomach - you were too obvious with your movements. He knew.

You looked at his smirk from the corner of your eye before swallowing dryly. There had to be another way of which you could get out of this.

"Well," your throat scratched, "what is it that you want?" you tried squaring your shoulders, but the amount of dread in your body stopped you from doing so. His eyes gleamed when you asked him that question, as if he'd been waiting for a long time.

He turned and gestured for you take a seat on the chair that he was just sitting on, "go on and take a seat dear," he smiled, his teeth shining in the dim room.

You watched him, eyes not leaving him as you strutted over to the chair and sat down. Your hands still gripped the bag as you set it down next to you.

"You two may leave," he didn't give the two men a glance as he said this. The taller one started to leave without question, but the shorter one stayed his eyes narrowed at you.

"Sir, let me take care of her. I know how to handle thieving brats-" he began. You watched as Koji slowly turned around, glaring at the shorter guard. The taller one looked back quickly before grabbing the shirt collar of the shorter one.

"Sakishima, leave now," his voice had no room for further questioning.

He bowed and started to walk away, shoving the taller guard's hand off of him.

"Make sure he stays out of here Kugiri," Koji said and Kugiri nodded before following Sakishima out. The door closed with an audible noise and Koji turned to look at you again.

He didn't say anything and stared at you, eyes watching with a slight interest. It felt unnerving to be scrutinized as you were. It took everything you had not to squirm under his gaze.

"You should take off your mask," his hand went into his pockets. You blinked at him - like hell you would.

You didn't make a move to take off your mask and he yawned slightly before taking his hands out his pockets and shifting his hands so you could see the gleam of his gun. You stiffened, your gut wrenching at the sight of it.

He only looked down at you as you sat on the chair watching his gun with strict eyes. It only took his fingers brushing against the gun to get you to set yourself into action, pulling the mask that hid your identity off.

He silently held his hand out and placed the mask in his hand, watching him chuck it off somewhere in the room. Then Koji continued to stare at you, peacefully glad that he could get a proper look at you.

The photos didn't do any justice.

The bag that you held in your hands was useless to him - he only just set it up this way so it seemed that it was. He knew you were tight on money and what a whore you were for it. But he couldn't just walk up to your apartment and give it to you without being sure that you'd follow him back.

Koji planned everything from the start.

He wanted you for nearly a month or two now. A month or two too long if he really thought about it. You fell on the ground trying to avoid walking into him when he waltzed down the sidewalk one day. Koji loved how you seemed so meek, never would he thought (after gathering intel on you), that you were a crafty little thief.

That little ploy you did, falling on the ground, was coverup for swapping his wallet and robbing his ass. Any other man would have been killed on sight or left mentally damaged, but you had the balls to rob him. A very strong asset to have.

"Mind telling me when you're going to stop staring at me and talk?" you asked. He nearly scoffed at the tone of voice you were using - trying hard too hard to sound confident and fearless. But he knew better, only amateurs couldn't tell the difference.

Koji had been staring at you for more than a couple minutes, and to say it was frightening was not enough for a description. You felt like melting in your seat for every second that passed. His black eyes not moving, barely blinking in your direction as he watched you.

"I want you to be by my side," Koji shoved his hands back in his pockets. You sat there, hands in your lap, staring right back up at him. The air in the room started to feel clammy and it wasn't helping your muddled mind in understanding the situation as of present. Koji Hiroo wants you by his side after him catching you in robbing him. Your fingers dug into the material of your pants - if you said no, what would he do to you?

Koji was silent whilst you tried to weigh the options in your mind - deluded for thinking you even had a choice in the first place.

He took a step closer to you and took his hands out of his pockets. What he was doing, you had no idea but you leaned further away from him in the chair you were sitting on.

Koji seemed really talkative in the beginning, when there were other people in the room, but he was more than silent now. You didn't liked being picked apart with his eyes, no longer having a mask to hide your emotions.

A sigh went from the room and Koji leaned close into your space, placing his hands on the arm rests of the chair.

His breath ran a race along the skin of your ear as he leaned his mouth close to your ear, "do you need any convincing then?" he whispered into your ear. You didn't dare try to look at him or answer his question.

It's not as if he really needed a verbal answer, your body's response was enough for him.

You hadn't even noticed it yourself either - the small quaking of your form. The labored breathing you were trying to control, even your leg was bouncing in nervousness.

"I don't know what you mean," you said, voice holding on to a small quiver at the end of your words. Koji obviously picked it up with no trouble and took his hands off the sides of the chair. Choosing to instead place them on your arms. You were cold, despite being dressed in a skin-tight, long-sleeved black shirt.

His hands weren't over the top warm on your body, but they were warm enough to raise goosebumps through the fabric of your long-sleeve.

"You know exactly what I mean," he more muttered than said as Koji leaned in to press his face against your neck. The shape of his face was pressing into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He was breathing shallowly into your skin, his heated breath made you shiver so terribly that he found it just adorable.

Koji watched you shiver with every breath he took into your neck, absolutely thrilled with the reaction you were giving him.

"I think you just might need to explain to me, what exactly you- oh-" you were cut off from whatever you were saying, it probably wasn't important anyway, when Koji licked your neck.

It was a tiny kitten lick, that trailed slightly upwards to where your ear was.

"Sorry, you were saying something?" you could feel his lips pull against your skin, tantalizing teasing your neck. You swallowed, he was making you tremble.

Your hand had long stopped clutching the bag, but instead clutched the black jeans that covered your legs. Koji's hand massaged your biceps as he continued to breathe in your neck. Not attempting another kitten lick against your skin.

"I was saying- uhm-" Koji's tongue interrupted you again. This time it traveled down to your collarbone and he left a light kiss against it. You took a shuttered breath and Koji watched with fascination at the way it looked. He was dying to just see more of you - the pictures that he had wasn't enough.

And getting you to beg for him was waning his patience thin.

Your fingers let go of your jeans to instead grip at his forearms, trying to pull him off of you and he did initially. Only to get a good look at the face you were making from him just licking your neck.

You thought you were keeping your composure quite well, but if you were to look at yourself through the mirror - you'd know you were just lying to yourself. You knew you looked like a horny mess.

But Koji fucking loved it. If this was the reaction he got from this little of stimulation, just imagine if he were to have you completely. Not that he won't, yet.

"Please let me talk," you managed to stutter out, brain still melted from the small stimulation he made on your neck. The area burned and yearned to be stimulated more. If you didn't have any dignity, you'd have stuck your neck out for him again.

"Alright, speak then," he smirked before grabbing your forearms to fling you to your feet. You barely managed to catch yourself when he did so, clearly still a little lost at mind. Koji took a seat into the chair instead, spreading his legs.

Pants pulling taut against the lean muscle underneath.

You swallowed again, "what do you mean by your side?" you asked, fingers fidgeting against your side as you did. You felt like a child in his presence, was he doing this on purpose?

"Unless you'd rather be on top of me love," he reached out and yanked you on top of his lap by your forearm. You lost your footing easily, falling on top of him with your nose shoved up almost in his ear. He shivered when he felt you breath out in surprise against his ear, Koji was having too much fun with this.

You didn't have a response to that, mainly because of the shock you were experiencing (and a tiny amount because of arousal).

Your hands were pressed against him firmly and he rose your face from his ear.

"You should get rid of those jeans dear," Koji's hands ran against the jeans. You could barely feel them but you didn't really intend on taking them off.

"I don't think I should," you shifted your legs so now they were hanging off either side of him. Doing so left your groin right above his and Koji was really aware of this. His hands went to your hips before pushing them down so you could now feel his hardening length against your most private areas.

Koji grinned even more looking at your reaction, keeping in mind of how warm you felt down here in contrast to your cooler body. Just the heat that was coming from your vagina was addicting to him already.

"Listen, I can't. I have, I have a life and family, a family that-" you stammered out but Koji cut you off again but dragging one hand up underneath your shirt. Pressing lightly onto the skin his hand was in contact with, drawing such a pretty groan from your lips.

Koji looked up at you and you were biting your lip, "oh sorry, were you saying something?" he smiled earnestly at the furrowed brow you gave him. Koji watched your reactions, analyzing every little thing you did and you were very much aware of it.

His brooding eyes seemed never look away from you and it was embarrassing. Not to mention terrifying to be on the lap of a mafia boss. He could end your life but it genuinely feels like he's beginning it with the way his touch affects you.

"But I also can't because it's," you looked away from him, Koji could see the hesitation in your face. With just the way your face contorted with an abundance of emotions dancing across your face but he couldn't discern. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek.

"Listen," Koji mumbled leaning into your body by pressing you harder against him, "there's only so much pliancy from you that I can take," he exhaled onto her neck. His hand on her hip pressed down once more so you two were now effectively grinding your crotch's. The other slid out of your shirt to place his palm on your ass that was so prettily pushed out because of the way you were positioned.

Your hands moved from his chest and now rested on the sides of his neck, seemingly afraid to grab him. You didn't know the limits of this man - and you most definitely didn't want to cross any line.

Koji's hips rotated, keeping a steady friction between the two of you. Just barely did you throw your head back from the steady friction between the two of you, heat foreign to you beginning to storm it's way around your navel. Fuck.

He really loved the expression you held on your face right now - one of shock and pleasure. Probably his favorite expression on you thus far.

"Oh please continue with what you were saying," he grinned before laying to feast on your neck. He knew you wouldn't be able to operate with him like this and it was such a egotistical moment for him. He was sure to be able to leave marks, not even afraid to nip you.

You were not afraid to grip on to him anymore, that long gone when your fingers let go of his neck to instead tease his scalp with your fingers. The groan this man let loose vibrated your entire being - filling you a sense of pride.

You didn't even notice Koji slipping his entire arm around you press you harder into him while the other traveled to his pant leg - pulling a tiny blade. You didn't protest as he used it to aggressively cut away your jeans, showing the same amount of eagerness as you unbuttoned his pants.

Your pretty pink panties were on display to him and soon gone when he sliced it off of your body. Your fingers on one hand trace pretty patterns on v-line while the other shakily pulled down the zipper.

You were more than eager and it did more than show because Koji heard it when you let out a hushed 'Hiroo' when his fingers brushed against the lips of your pussy. He pulled his head out of your neck to look at his fingers and what a mess you made out of them.

"Jesus Christ," he strained himself to say, extremely turned on by the sight of his digits drenched in your slick. You were dazed when you looked too, not even in the slightest embarrassed. However, awake, when you watched him with owlish eyes when he sucked them into his mouth.

Koji didn't look away from you as he sucked his fingers clean of you.

"Fuck, you taste good," was the first thing he said as his fingers popped from his mouth. You only licked your lips in response before leaning forward abruptly and smashing your lips onto his.

You wanted to taste what you tasted like too, with a light seasoning of Koji as well.

It didn't taste good - more funny that anything else but by the gods did was it so erotic. Koji was shocked at first being so kissed abruptly but he welcomed it with an open mouth and an greedy tongue. It ran over your gums, stroking your own tongue, even trying to shove itself down your throat. It wasn't a gentle kiss by all means, it was one that made you both try and shrug off your shredded jeans.

His cock was already sprung, pressing hard against the confines of his boxers through the hole where you somehow managed to unzip his pants. His voice rumbled in his throat and stopped kissing you to more accurately slice and dice your jeans when he wasn't successful with pushing them off.

There were shreds of your jeans on the floor beneath you and Koji went back to devouring your mouth as he lifted you, trying his best to position you.

Feeling the tip prodding at your sopping lips, you panicked and felt dread dropping your stomach. You pushed off his lips but that didn't stop him as he went to mark your neck up even more.

"Wait, I'm a-"

Koji slammed you down and your voice caught in your throat, he already knew what you were going to say but he had no strength to say it as a moan tore through his body at the feel of you. Absolutely divine you felt, walls not familiar with the intrusion and something more than you slick was dripping out of shivering cunt.

It hurt so bad.

"A virgin?" Koji breathed onto your neck. Your fingers were not shy of tearing into his hair and pulling. Koji didn't wait much longer until shallowly thrusting into you.

Never mind, it hurt so good.

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dude i used a thesaurus writing this.

but, peep mafia man and his lil virgin kitty soft paws (thief if u haven't see puss in boots)

hope this measures up to everyone else's writing

@inarizahki

#mafia!haikyuu collab #koji hiroo #koji x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#koji haikyuu #i dont know what im writing anymore #my ass is sore from pulling this out of it #no homo

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chibi-chanforever · 3 years

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𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚢

Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

Warnings: Hardcore Smut and triggering themes please read at your own discretion. This is just a work of fiction and is not encouraged in anyway whatsoever.

themes: Non-con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gunplay, Orgasm control/denial, Edging, Cuffs, , Creampie, Cunnilingus, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Blowjob, Threesome, Face Fucking, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Stalking and Yandere.

A/n: Heyaaa so basically this is in collaboration with the Church of Meian theme of May-mafia/Mayfia. Its my first collaboration and my first time posting smut, hope yall enjoy!! Please make sure to check out the amazing art and stories posted by the lovely people in our little church and give them some love, the link is at the end of the story!! Also special thanks to @kinsurou, @murdereddaydreams and @vanille--kiss for helping me and supporting me through everything. Love you soo muchoo my little ohana

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over to the stacks of paperwork you still had to go through. The daunting pileup that only increases every hour. You sighed again as you thumped your head onto the desk,frail arms just barely cushioning the blow. While staring blankly at your own feet, you spied the wastepaper basket sitting near, completely empty apart from a few used sugar sachets and soggy teabags.

Your eyes flit towards the pile of files again and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a few papers landed in the trash can, accidentally, of course. You contemplated for a few more seconds, before you shuddered as you imagined familiar cat-like eyes flit across your vision. You didn't want to really know what would happen if he found out about it, did you?

The minx-like golden eyes flashed once again in your mind as you recalled the fateful day. The day from which everything spiralled downhill.

If only, if only your family hadn't gotten into trouble with the Nekoma clan, things would be different. But no, they had to take a loan and fall into the mercy of Nekoma…

But at least you got off easy, you thought as you cradled your head. At least you and your family didn't suffer the same fate as the others. You were thankful to the head of the Nekoma for giving you the opportunity of paying off the debt through work, instead of the usual means. A shudder ran through your spine as you thought of the stories you've heard, of what happened to the other people who owed the clan money.

A heavy Bam shook you from your stupor as your head jerked up to stare at the new batch of files that had been banged onto the stack. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you reached for the first file of the batch. It would be better to just get to it and finish it before the end of the day. That's when you noticed the little photograph that slipped out on the floor and you bent to pick it up.

There were four guys in the frame, two of them being the focus of the shot, with goofy big smiles and arms draped around each other, though there was a big red circle drawn around the one with owlish silver hair, the ink of the marker recent enough to smudge a little. The other two guys looked like they were not meant to be in the picture, but oddly that fact only made it so much better.

One with blonde highlights stood grimacing in the background while the other guy's face was barely visible, his body half turned and blurry as if someone had called out to him at the last moment when the picture was being taken.

Overall it looked like a fun bunch of friends but you wondered why there was a circle drawn around one of them. You flipped the picture, curiosity getting the best of you. Finding only a date written you turn the picture again, choosing to focus on the people in there.

“T-these are the next in-line heirs to the Nekoma clan” you whisper lowly to yourself. They were the ones who were supposed to take over in the coming years and were your current bosses. You couldn't wrap your head as to what this was doing in your file. You were given only the most basic work to handle as their secretary, numbers to jot down, business meetings to book and take note of the expenses and make detailed reports about meetings they attend. Maybe this slipped in by mistake somehow ??

You centered in on the person grimacing and the one with bed-hair; cogs turn in your brain as you wondered why these two individuals seemed so similar before something dawns on you and an audible gasp leaves your lips as the picture dropped onto your lap.

With trembling hands you shoved the picture back into the file and hide it at the bottom of the stack, maybe this was a file that was not supposed to be in your hands, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes skim the room to watch out for anyone observing you. These guys didn't trust you enough to give you such things, so obviously it was misplaced and dumped into your paperwork by accident.

You suddenly noticed Lev jogging towards you and your whole body tensed as he approached. You pretended to work on the other files that were scattered around on your desk, typing random words and numbers into the excel sheet, your gaze was strongly focused on your screen yet everything was blurry. If Lev were to take a peek as to what you were doing at this moment, he would realise that what you were typing was utter bullshit.

“Ah, you remember the stack of files and papers that I just placed here?” He pointed his finger to the stack of papers that still lay stagnant there.

“Yes sir? What can I do for you t-today?” You kicked yourself under the desk for how weird you sounded in the moment, but lucky for you he was in a hurry so he didn't pay much mind to you.

“Can you give those back to me? I think there were five bunches of them, I think I gave you the wrong ones,” he rubbed the back of his head as his voice took an almost sheepish tone by the end.

Without saying anything in return you just nod stiffly before taking the first four files, slowly sneaking in the file that you shoved at the bottom, you softly banged them against the table as if to align them before giving them to him with a small smile.

“Hey Y/n?” Lev called out to you after he cleared his throat. You slowly turned your head towards him trying your best to act innocent as if you hadn't just seen a picture of the mafia head with his friends.

A light pink blush clouded his face as he clumsily took the files from you, bowing a little before he scurries off to give those files to whoever he was supposed to give them to in the first place.

You let out a deep exhale of relief, slumping further into the chair as he turns a corner and goes out of sight. Your phone suddenly buzzes and you yelp as your body jolts upright from the chair, you relax visibly when you notice that it was only a reminder that you had kept on your phone signalling the end of your shift.

Dropping it back onto the table with a clatter you stretched yourself in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you collect your things to head home, deciding to stop at the grocery store to make a big dinner for the family today, just to relax your mind and console yourself that everything was alright, that you wouldn't be killed for seeing confidential information. It was just a picture, you thought, yeap just a picture that could possibly be a kill target, fuck did you get involved in a crime? You pinched your arm as you walked out of the office, shaking your head of all the negative thoughts.

The keys jingled as you struggled to slide the key into the lock with two grocery bags in hand, the atmosphere eerily silent as you entered the house, you called out for your mom and dad, followed by a soft “tadaima” only to receive no response in return.

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You laughed as you remember that a few days ago your dad tried to make dinner and ended up breaking your mom's favourite ceramic pot while removing one of the pans. She has been so mad at the time that she took a vow to not cook until your dad got her a similar ceramic pot if not a better one.

You entered the living room to find it completely empty, and chill ran down your spine, where were your mom and dad? You walked toward the fridge and suddenly everything made sense when you saw the small sticky note with a haste scribble that said that your parents had gone out at the last minute for a makeup dinner, decorated with a small smiley in the end.

With a broad smile plastered on your lips you placed both the grocery bags on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you removed the items from within the bags. From the corner of your eye you suddenly notice a shadow cross and your body goes rigid. Your hand slowly inched forward before curling around the handle of a pan nearby when a tingling feeling rises up your spine, signalling someone’s approach.

In the room filled with soft rays of evening light you stand ominously still, breath bated as you tighten your clammy grasp, knuckles turning white, cold beads of sweat running down the side of your face. You backhand swung the pan the moment you see a slight shadow come up behind you, but your actions were stopped midway as you were pushed head first onto the counter, your hand with the pan being banged harshly against the cold surface of the marble, forcing you to let go of the pan. The person behind you used their body weight to keep you pinned to the counter as you trash around, trying your best to get hold of any object you can use to defend yourself.

Just as you get your right hand free from under the person’s weight, you feel a pinch on your shoulder and suddenly your body starts losing its strength,eyelids getting heavier and your vision turning blurry. As a last attempt you tried to scream out for help, but the moment you open your mouth a gloved hand clamps down on your lips and you try to trash around, only for him to lean his weight further on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Right before you passed out, you faintly heard a phone buzzing and for a second you wondered if it's yours. You fought to stay awake as the man still kept you pinned against the counter, shuffling behind you before a small beep followed by a smooth soft voice reached your ears.

“ I have her Bokuto-san”

That was the last thing you witnessed before losing control over your senses and everything went dark.

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You woke up to a cold concrete floor, a dull throb sitting in the back of your head as you grunted softly, your vision confiscated by a blindfold. The place where you were injected felt like it was on fire, limbs feeling heavy and…

You tried shifting your arms but all you could hear was the clang of metal against the concrete. You tried moving your feet but they were seized with cuffs which were attached to metal chains rooted firmly into the floor. You pushed yourself up onto your knees, only to be pulled back by the chains hooked on cuffs around your wrists, the rattling sound echoing loudly throughout the room along with a disgruntled sob. You held your breath in fear, hoping that no one was around to hear it. The room fell utterly silent as you tried your best to hear for any footsteps, only to be greeted by a soft hum of jazz, barely thrumming in through the walls.

You wanted to cry, scream, trash around, but there you laid, frozen in fear, trying your best to not make a single sound, making it seem like you were still unconscious. You were just delaying the inevitable, buying as much time as you could; you didn't have a single clue as to what you had done to be in such a situation, if it was about the loan, weren't you already paying it off by working? Or did they get tired of waiting?

But hadn’t you walked the perfect line with your job? you didn't have a single complaint from your superiors and your colleagues commended you on it, because it seems that they weren't compatible with just anyone and most of them didn't survive beyond the second week. So why were you here then? Was it the–

Your thoughts were cut short as you heard keys chime on the other side of the door and you froze in your spot, trying your best to pretend that you weren’t awake just a moment ago, tugging on your restraints.

You slowed down your breathing, evening it out just as the door opens, its hinges creaking loudly as you hear a chorus of footsteps pad through the room. But your little act of being asleep was immediately cut short as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over your body making you jolt upright in shock, gasping and shuddering at the sudden overwhelming sensation.

“Looks like the little kitten is awake now! Let’s get this over with, shall we?” A deep voice boomed throughout the room, and you cower back a little, chains clanking along with you.

“Akaashi, remove her restraints but keep the cuffs on her hands.” The same authoritative voice commands and soon you feel a presence behind you, undoing your chains.

Your shivering body only trembled more as you felt fingers graze your calves and back, your now damp blindfold only serving to rile on your fears. You didn’t shift from your position when you felt the weight drop from your hands and legs, too scared to do anything. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, barging through your brain with various emotions and thoughts, but yet you feel blank as a chair scrapes loudly against the floor, placed in front of you.

A hand hooks under your arm, pulling you to sit upright and a whimper leaves your lips in fright. You wanted to plead– heck even beg for mercy, cry a litany of apologies and offer anything up in exchange for your life, but your lips didn’t move a single inch, even though you were practically screaming from within. You choke on the silence that suffocates the room before a gentle finger traced the back of your neck and you suppressed the urge to shudder at the feeling, soon finding your blindfold falling to the floor. You squinted, trying to move away from the sudden bright light before coming face to face with the last face you expected to see, the supposed kill target, his golden orbs more brighter and fierce than you remembered, excitement dancing along his lashes.

“And what do we have here?” He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, his palms joined in front of him and a cunning smile plastered on his face. His eyes raked your form before looking at the man behind you, nodding at him before you heard the softest “Yes Bokuto-san” flow past you and your eyes widen when realise where you heard it before; you recollect to the voice you barely managed to hear before you were rendered unconscious and painful tears started to collect in the corner of your eyes as you tried to swallow the lump on your throat.

The guy now known as Akaashi brought something to the guy in front of you before going back to his earlier position behind you. Faint light glinted against the object and when you realised what it was, tears flowed down freely your cheeks as soft hiccups wrecked through your body.

“Aww honey, don’t be scared. All you need to do is answer all our questions truthfully and I won’t have to use this. Whaddya say hmm?” Bokuto cooed as he slid the gun against your cheek, before placing the barrel under your cheek and tipping your head upwards. Afraid, you closed your eyes before nodding meekly.

“That’s a good girl. See we won’t be having any problems then.” He says with childish enthusiasm in his voice as if it were just another game for him. Akaashi stood silent, his eyes never leaving your form, watching the way your nipples pebbled under the cool air, your shirt now almost transparent as droplets of water slid down your shivering form. Bokuto feigned a cough and Akaashi flits his gaze to him, immediately registering that Bokuto noticed him staring at you, his signature playful smile getting a little bit wider, a hidden intent written behind that smile.

“It’s time to pat her down, Akaashi.” Bokuto stated before turning to you, “Don’t worry hun, it's just a mandatory procedure.” The moment those words were said you were lifted off the ground and placed onto Bokuto's lap and a sob fell from your lips as you tried to get away from his hold, but that only spurred him on to wrap his hand around your waist firmly.

“Shush now little kitten, don’t worry, the more you struggle, the harder it will be.” He pulled you closer to his heated body, your back hitting his chiseled chest as you straddled him, making your pencil skirt bunch up, your cuffed hands uncomfortable as they get smushed at an odd angle between your back and his chest. You try to move forward because the burn was too much, but the hand on your waist only tightened, keeping you put, your legs kept secure behind his ankles.

“So tell me kitten what’s your name hmm??” He asked you while Akaashi kneeled down in front of you and started patting down your shoulders before his fingers found your buttons, relieving them from its reserves with ease; you looked down at Akaashi with unbelieving eyes, Bokuto’s question falling on deaf ears and that was your biggest mistake. His hand on your waist slid up to roughly grab one of your tits, pinching the nipple harshly and making you cry out in pure agony.

“I asked you something pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice. Geddit? Now I'm going to ask you once more and that will be your last time. You hear me?” His voice was viciously low and threatening. You only nodded back in response, the sting still fresh on your skin. “ Use your words kitten” He commanded, and you choked out a broken “Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Now tell me what your name is, hmm?”

“ It’s Y-Y/n,” you managed to stutter out, chest heaving.

“That's a lovely name for a kitten! Well now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing in the Nekoma estate, hmm? What is your relationship with Kuroo and Kenma? Are you their fucktoy? Wouldn’t doubt if you were, you seem quite fun to play with” he whispered the last part as he grabbed your face, turning your head away from him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your scent as hot puffs of air collided against your skin.

“I’m j-just a secretary, I have a debt to clear with them, t-that’s all. I’m not their- their- '' heat rushes to your cheeks as embarrassment and anger flowed through you as it dawned upon you what he really meant and you tried to pull away from Bokuto. “I don’t do anything of that sort! I don’t have that kind of relationship with them. I just arrange meetings and appointments, and other basic stuff, that’s it! Now let me go!” You spit the words out, anger boiling through your veins, but it soon turned ice cold with the next question, and you realise you fucked up… Big time.

“ Then you must know about the upcoming business meetings of Nekoma, right? That means you would know the location of Kuroo and Kenma? ” And the room once again went silent. In your fit of anger and defiance you didn’t even realise that Akaashi had slid your shirt up over your shoulders, sliding them down up to your cuff covered wrists and was now drawing your skirt down. You tried to wiggle your hips to hinder his movements but it only serves to his advantage as it slides down easier.

“Please l-let me go, I-I don’t know anything please!” You begged, voice turning desperate, you couldn’t give out information about the Nekoma clan or they would have your head for it. What about your family–

“You’re a smart little one aren’t you, you know they will hunt you down if you give me their information. But if you decide to tell me, I give you my word that no harm will come to you or your family, furthermore your debt will be repaid. And if you don’t, I could put a bullet through your head right now.” Bokuto said with a playful lift to his voice, bringing the gun up to your temple.

“ I really don’t remember! Please, I can’t recall w-with who it was.. Please don’t shoot!!” You sobbed out, mind going blank when the gun is placed to your temple, fear overwhelming your senses.

“Aw it was good knowing ya kitten, you would’ve made such a good pet.” He cocks the gun with a loud click finger at ease on the trigger while he places soft kisses on your neck, softly whispering against your skin, “ Sayonara–”

“KARASUNO!!” You screamed out the first thing you remembered right before he could pull the trigger. “It’s Karasuno, sometime in the middle of next week, in the Miyagi Prefecture.. That’s about all I know. Please, please let me go now, I’m begging you!!!”

He chuckled darkly right next to your ear and goosebumps rose all over your skin with adrenaline. You closed your tear filled eyes, sobs shaking through you. You wanted this to be a nightmare, a dream from which you would wake up any moment, but the cuffs digging into your wrists and warm hands searing into your skin said otherwise.

“Mmm you definitely deserve a reward for that, don’t you?” He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your ear before whispering those words. You shake your head violently, not wanting to spend another waking minute here but he completely ignores your signs of protest. Bokuto’s hand travels down your body till his hand reached your panties to cup your pussy, groaning when he hears a small whimper leave your lips at the contact. He tugged on your panties, a hiss leaving his lips when he noticed how sensitive your body was.

“Such a pretty kitten, Akaashi, why don't you reward her for me, yeah?” Bokuto said as he shifted your panties to the side, dipping his fingers into your folds before prying them apart, giving Akaashi a good view of your cunt. Akaashi took his lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue across it as he indulged himself with the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Go on ‘Kaashi, don’t you want a taste?” Bokuto questioned, his fingers circling your clit, before travelling to your entrance, he dipping two fingers inside before removing them and spreading them, your juices smeared all over them and he popped his fingers to his mouth, a low growl arising from his chest made you bite on your lip harshly. “Of course I do Bokuto-san.” And that was all Akaashi said before he hooked your legs over his shoulder and dived into your pussy, flattening his tongue against your entrance before dragging it upwards towards your clit, rubbing his tongue against it before sucking on it.

You moaned loudly as Akaashi kept slurping up the juices dripping from your hole, making sure to not let a single drop go by, while Bokuto unhooked your bra, sliding them up so he could see your perky little nipples just begging for attention. He uncocks the gun and hooks it on his waistband, after which his hands find purchase of your soft mounds, pressing each nipple inside with his forefinger before pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He gave your nipples a few rough tugs just to hear your sweet voice more.

You’re too overwhelmed to do anything but mewl as Akaashi detached himself from your pussy, fingers tugging down your panties and pocketing the soaked fabric. He used his thumb to rub your nub while his tongue prods your entrance and you gasp, taking a shaky breath in. When he rubbed a certain spot at the entrance you threw your head back and Bokuto immediately wrapped his fingers around your throat, his grip firm as his lips hastily crashed onto yours, drinking in all your moans and whimpers. He continued to kiss you, your moaning making it easy to plunge his tongue into your mouth, the kiss so heated that it brought you right on the edge of tipping over.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, being just one flick away from falling over the edge when Akaashi pulled back and you breathed heavily, not wanting to show them that this affected you much, while you mourned the loss of such a sweet release. His face is smeared with your juices and he licks his lips as he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe off the excess. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at Bokuto and nodded at him as you whined at your stolen high. Bokuto broke the kiss and smiled at Akaashi wide enough to have the tops of his incisors seen, the feral intent in his eyes reminding you of the dangerous position you were in.

Your eyes widened when Akaashi abruptly stood up and slid his hands under your butt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he picked you up from Bokuto’s lap and you yelped. Akaashi’s eyes were fixated on you the entire time you were in his arms, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips continuously while you squirm.

“P-please no, I-I don’t want to go any further please” you told Akaashi, eyes big and pleading, filled with fresh tears.

“It’s okay Doll, don’t worry, we won’t hurt you until you disobey. So be a good little pet for us alright?” He whispered against your ear as he placed you down on your wobbly legs with your back against the mahogany table behind. He cupped your face gently, thumb swiping across your trembling lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. If it were any other situation you might’ve even considered going out with this beautiful man; but here you were, held against your will, your body being used as per their whims and wishes and you couldn’t do a single thing about it, it made your stomach twist with hate and disgust knowing how weak you were.

Akaashi leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours into the most sweetest and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. You were so lost in it that your mouth unconsciously granted him access when he licked your bottom lip, you immediately tasted yourself on his tongue. The way he explored your mouth made you moan, your pussy clenching over a single kiss, only coming to your senses when his fingers fiddled with the straps of your bra, unclasping them and you bit his lip in defiance when he pulled your bra off your body, the taste of iron now pooling on your tongue.

Akaashi pulled back when you bite his lip, raising an amused eyebrow at you. He couldn’t believe that you still had thought that you could say no to them, it was cute to him; luckily it wasn’t Bokuto-san or she would've gotten a punishment by now– Akaashi thought as blood dripped from his lip onto his chin.

“This kitten is still using her claws I see, quite feisty~” Bokuto chimed as he came behind Akaashi, watching the entire scene from the corner. You looked at both of them in shock when Bokuto turned Akaashi’s head and pulled him into a kiss, licking up the blood that was on his lips and groaning when he still tasted the remnants of your sweet juices on Akaashi’s tongue. Bokuto broke the kiss, his lips sliding down to Akaashi’s neck and chuckling against his skin as he remembers the day Akaashi first saw you.

Akaashi was so mesmerised by you, couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he wanted you so badly. Akaashi mentioned you so many times that it had started to get on his nerves, sometimes he even moaned out your name when he was asleep. Bokuto finally snapped when Akaashi choked out your name as he came all over Bokuto’s hands pumping his shaft. And when Akaashi found out that you worked for Nekoma it was the perfect excuse he needed to bring you in and play with you, see what was so special about you. Akaashi insisted on getting you personally, not wanting anyone else to get their hands on you; he was possessive like that– Bokuto was brought out of his fazed stupor with your cute little mewls filling the room.

Akaashi had started marking up your neck, slurping bruises on your skin while his fingers played with your nipples.

“Kitten, why don't you put on a little show for us? Play with that pretty little cunt of yours, show us how you like it and maybe I’ll think about letting you go?” Bokuto said as his fingers rub circles on your hips soothingly. The prospect of getting out of here had you ready to do anything and you eagerly nod your head at the offer, maybe once they freed your hands you could try to escape too. But Bokuto seemed to know what you're thinking, because he turned you around and shoved your head onto the table, your toes barely grazing the floor as you struggled under the weight of his body on yours. He removes the gun from his waistband and places it on your neck.

“Don’t even think about doing anything funny, cause there won’t be a second chance~” He singed as his hips grinded into yours, his erection pressed against your ass and you gasped as you felt how big he was even through his pants. He lifted himself off you once you yelp out a “Yes” he slowly slid the gun down your back, smacking the barrel against your ass before going lower and rubbing the cool metal against your folds. You dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself as he continued to rub against your clit, teasing the little nub till the barrel was covered in your juices.

“Get on the table kitten, I want a perfect view of your pussy.” Bokuto stopped his ministrations as you struggle to get on the table, when you took too much time for his liking he shoved your other leg on top and smacked your ass, making you scream out, he rubbed his fingers over the red print that is visible as he growled out a ‘hurry up’. Akaashi on the other hand started uncuffing your hands, sliding the shirt that was stuck above your wrist along with your cuffs.

You were already on the verge of cumming earlier, so doing that once again wouldn’t take that long. You reached down your trembling fingers and started slowly circling your clit, you moaned as you started going faster, rubbing yourself just the way you had done dozens of times before.

“Don’t be shy, Doll. Stuff a few fingers up that sweet hole” Akaashi said as he unzips his pants, pumping his cock in his hand at the lewd sight of you playing with yourself. He had imagined you like this whenever he stroked his cock alone, but he didn’t know it would be so fucking hot.

“You heard him, use those fingers to stuff your hole, kitten.” Bokuto chimed in with Akaashi. You reached down further and slowly start to slide two fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning as you started feeling good, the base of your palm bumping against your clit. You started going faster, feeling yourself reach your high once again, your moans turned higher and higher in pitch. You were just about ot cum when Bokuto slaped your hand away from yourself, making you whine loudly when you were denied another high. It was starting to feel like torture, your thoughts were getting fuzzy and all you could think was how badly you wanted to cum.

“Doll if you wanna cum then you just gotta ask” Akaashi said softly as he rubs his fingers over your sensitive folds, making you buck into his hand. You almost didn’t care about anything anymore, the only thing on your mind was the need to cum, but there was a little shard of dignity that was left in you and it made you bite your tongue. Your anger and frustration of not getting to cum makes you a little bold.

“F-fuck y-you” you panted out with as much venom in your words as you could muster. Bokuto shook his head as a chuckle wrecked through his chest once again. You were certainly a fun thing to tease and play with, the way you refused to give up only served to pique his interest further. “Oh I certainly plan to kitten, I’m going fuck this pretty little cunt all night. Make you a pliant mess on my cock”

You heard the clink of a buckle being opened, noticing the gun placed on the table not too far from your reach and with your hands free, you tried to push yourself off the surface only to be held down by your neck. “Oh no you don’t Doll, I’ve waited an eternity to feel those lips on me” Akaashi remarked as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid down the zipper. “Now pull my cock out, pretty girl.” He slowly released the pressure on your neck, Bokuto smacked your ass when you didn't comply, his heavy hand stinging enough to have you immediately reach out, tugging on the waistband of the his pants.

Akaashi bit his lips as your fingers touched his cock, his hard member twitching at the contact. Not being able to control himself any further, Akaashi swooped down and pulled you in for a kiss while simultaneously Bokuto aligned his tip with your entrance. Akaashi pulled back, standing straight so that his cock was mere inches from your face. He removed his shirt before he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled you towards his member. You shook your head no, using one to keep you up while the other pushed on his waist.

But your attempts were futile as Bokuto slammed himself into you with one swift movement, making you scream at the stretch and Akaashi used that as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, groaning when you gagged and sputtered on his length, still attempting to cry out. The sounds from your warm mouth made him shudder in pleasure.

Bokuto starrted slamming into you immediately, fucking into you with feral intensity and using you as his personal pocket pussy, each thrust pushed your mouth further on Akaashi’s cock.

“Nghh you're so fucking tight kitten, squeezing my dick so fucking good” Bokuto grunted out before placing both his hands on your hips, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave dark bruises and he used that at leverage to fuck into you faster, His fat cock stirring up your insides and hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't know you had, making you moan continuously on Akaashi's cock. Said man slowly started to buck his hips into your mouth, falling into a rhythm with Bokuto, once in a while pushing his cock deep enough that the tip hit the back of your throat.

The room echoed with muffled moans and low growls, squelching sounds filling the room. Both men fastened their pace, pulling and pushing back and forth, singing praises and defiling your body at the same time.

“Oh fuck d-Doll haa.. your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! And I want you to drink every drop of it” Akaashi keened as he kept moving his hips, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly till he felt the outline of his cock making you lightheaded. Akaashi watched as you rolled your watery eyes back in pleasure, choking and gagging on his cock, feeling his cock on your throat was the last strand and it pushed him off the edge and he gave a deep thrust cumming directly inside your throat, fingers still clutching your neck. He pulled out halfway, so that his cum spilled all over your tongue; shudders wrecked through his body as his thighs flexed till it burned, he pinched your nose as pulled out of you and clamped his other hand over your mouth so you had no other choice but to swallow, and once done he pulled you up as he climbed on the table as well.

You hung on Akaashi, hands hooked around his shoulders as Bokuto still kept pummelling into you, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. Akaashi kept kissing you, not leaving your body alone even for a second, biting and sucking on your lips or roaming along the length of your neck. His hands roamed all over your body before sliding between your folds, lithe fingers barely grazing your nub before forming a 'V' where Bokuto's cock enters you, spreading your folds. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, body shivering, you would be laying flat against wood, had it not been for Akaashi holding you up, one hand wrapped around your waist.

Your mind was going crazy, you were so close to cumming but you just needed that little push, that little rub and nudge on your clit. The fact that Akaashi's fingers kept lightly brushing against it didn't help any further, you wanted to just cum, a dam waiting to be broken and you couldn't take it anymore.

“Please, please mmnnn j-just let me cum!!" You cried out, transgressing in the moment of pleasure.

“All you had to do was ask Doll” Akaashi murmured against your skin as his fingers slid up to your clit, rubbing refined, delicate circles around your sensitive nub and that was the final push that made you cum all around Bokuto's cock, pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as an orgasm wrecked through you, compelling your body into a convulsing mess as a prayer of moans leave your lips, your toes curling till your feet hurt.

Your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft triggered Bokuto’s orgasm as well, his hips slowing their pace as he pumped deep strokes into your hole. And with a loud shivering groan against your ear, your pussy was filled with hot spurts of cum as he leaned his weight slightly on your limp body, his skin hot and sweaty against your own.

He placed a soft kiss on your back before pulling out of you, walking away to get something. During the time he’s gone Akaashi gently stroked your hair, while holding you in his warm embrace until Bokuto returned with something in his hand. Bokuto reached out and clicked it into place with alige fingers before smiling devilishly. You looked down, weak hand unconsciously reaching up to touch the item and you gasped, realizing it's a collar, and yanked on it to try and remove it. Hastily you reached behind hoping to find a buckle to release it, but instead you found a lock and turned towards Bokuto.

“D-didn’t you s-say you were going to let me go?” You asked, voice trembling with trepidation. While you were looking away Akaashi linked a leash to your collar, wrapped the excess length around his knuckles and handed it over to Bokuto. He yanked on your collar as he did so, forcefully bringing you closer as he offered Bokuto your leash with a heated kiss before Bokuto pulled away to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Oh I said I’ll think about it, and I think I’m not done with you just yet kitten~”

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