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osakunt · 2 years
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MINORS DNI
[SACRILEGIOUS STUFF so if you’re sensitive about this, go ahead and hop off]
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Demon!Sakusa - “You don’t know what an orgasm is ?”
Fallen-angel!Bokuto - He isn’t a saint. The title ‘fallen angel’ says it all
Church-boy!Meian - Looks sure are deceiving. People are one way in church while outside of it they can be different in many ways.
Lucifer!Iwaizumi - “He isn’t a little man with horns. He can be beautiful because he was once god’s favorites”
Nun!Kuroo - He may be the only male between all the women, but he isn’t the only unhinged one.
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Hell is hot. I’m also beyond saving - imma burn there. That’s fine ~
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kagejima · 1 year
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can i just wave a magic wand and have Geto's band aka Meian's one-sided enemies added to my theme? no? i have to actually work on it for several hours?
that's bullshit. this whole thing is bullshit. this is a scam. fuck the church.
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wakaoujisenhime · 2 years
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Higanbana’s curse - Tendou x reader
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Synopsis: Walking the same path you always take back from work proves dangerous after hearing a newsflash about women disappearing on that exact same way and yet you still refuse to take a different route, until you one night come across a very particular individual...
tags/warnings: Tendou x reader ✅ yokai AU ✅ slight Ushijima x reader ✅
A/N: ok so except this being embarrassingly late, this is a story inspired by one of my favorite games Onmyoji & a book by mangaka legend Junji Ito. Sorry if this felt a little rushed at times, but I needed to finish this…last but not least please check out everyone else’s contribution to the church’s AUgust theme and I hope you’ll enjoy this one! ♥️
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Every single day you were walking past a riverbed on your way home, taking in the gorgeous natural display as you let your mind drift off into nothingness. The fresh air, the sound of the flowing river beside you, and the way the crickets chirped provided you with a wonderful way to just forget about everything and simply let yourself go.
“Aah, how I miss these days…” you whispered to yourself as you typed something on your computer. Lately, you’ve been getting off work later than usual and were more or less forced to take the public means of transport, so that you were home earlier and had enough time to get ready for the following day.
You sighed and resumed your work when suddenly someone lightly tapped your shoulder. As you looked up you saw your boss and childhood friend Wakatoshi Ushijima who looked down at you with his usual small smile. Before you could ask him whether he needed anything he beat you to the draw and ordered you to finish up for the day. You wanted to protest, saying that you hadn’t finished what you were working on and explaining how so many things have to be checked, but he was more persistent than you.
“(Y/N), I told you that you should finish for today, I’ll take care of anything urgent.”
“But Waka, I–!”
“No buts. For these past few weeks you’ve been leaving the office later than anyone else…it's time for you to take a break. Please, do it for me.”
Seeing someone who was over six feet look at you with puppy eyes was a pretty unusual sight for anyone who wasn’t used to it and despite the many times you'd tried to stay strong, you always fail and eventually give in.
Today wasn’t any different.
You pouted, stuttered, and lost against him, and now you were at the familiar fork road that led to either the bus station or the riverbed. It didn’t take you long to decide which way you would go because all you wanted right now was to find your inner peace after so long.
With slow steps you walked alongside the river and relished the feeling of the chilly night air on your cheeks…and then you stopped.
A few meters in front of you stood a tall and lean man surrounded by some red flowers. He was too far away from you so you couldn’t quite make out any of his features and the moonlight was of no help either. Nevertheless, something seemed off about him and the way he just stood there, facing the river, surrounded by these beautiful red flowers…
W-Wait a second…red flowers?
You squint your eyes and try to remember whether you’ve ever seen this flowerbed before but no matter how hard you thought about it there was never a memory of yours that included them. When your eyes focused on the man you unconsciously took a few small steps forward so that you could see him better.
His hair color was red, its shade resembling one of the flowers around him, the color of his eyes wasn’t entirely visible from where you were standing, but you could’ve sworn that they were red as well.
A little creeped out by this tall person who hadn’t moved a single muscle since your arrival and was just staring at the calm river in front of him, prompted you to start leaving.
“The moon is truly marvelous tonight, wouldn’t you say so, young lady?”
The sudden voice of the man startled you and made you freeze up on the spot. With bated breath you stood there, a few meters behind him, waiting on him to say something else. When what you waited for never came you took the initiative and answered with a slightly shaking voice: “I-It indeed is.”
You waited once more, wondering if he had something else to say but all that followed was silence.
“Well then…I’ll take my leave” you announced and started backing away. Once you weren’t facing him anymore, you sped up and failed to notice the pair of red eyes that glanced in your direction.
Despite missing that small and seemingly reasonless gesture, the encounter with the rather peculiar man who was surrounded by a red flowerbed stayed in your mind for quite some time. You even caught yourself wondering about him during your work at the office. His existence had left such an impression behind that even your childhood friend Ushijima wondered whether something was up with you.
“If you’re not feeling well, then don't hesitate to tell me alright?“
You’d nodded and you couldn’t help but admit that your behavior was indeed quite concerning. Meeting someone by the riverbed with an unnatural hair color wasn’t that weird of an occurrence so why couldn’t you get your mind off of it?
Just what was going on with you?
As you were mumbling away to yourself a sudden announcement from your colleague’s laptop caught your attention.
𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜. 𝚆𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚍𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊—
“Excuse me, miss?“ someone called out as they placed their hand gently on your shoulder, their action making you flinch and turn your entire attention away from the news anchor.
Next to you was one of your colleagues whom you often saw work alongside your childhood friend. He gave you a small note and asked you to go meet with the boss once you finished what you were doing.
As you typed away at the computer in front of you, you faintly caught some of the worried comments from your seat neighbor.
Isn’t this close to the bus stop down the road?
God, maybe I should call my boyfriend to pick me up, what do you think?
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“You wanted to see me?” you asked the moment you were permitted to enter the thick wooden door you’d gently knocked on seconds prior. In front of you was your tall and muscular boss whose tired expression immediately shifted into a more relieved one when he saw you.
“God am I glad to see that you’re still in the office,“ he began as he trotted towards you and released a long sigh of relief, “look if you’d like you can leave some of today’s work for tomorrow or give it to one of your juniors-”
“Ok hold on, timeout!” you interrupt as you stare up at the man in front of you and ask just what has gotten into him to pose such unnatural demands from you.
Ushijima is usually someone who lives by the principle that everyone has their own set of work that needs to be done and leaving your work to someone else, a junior in your care no less, is something he usually would like to avoid, and only tolerates at the worst-case scenarios like your health not being in perfect condition or simply wanting to train the newcomers in a more specific field. So having him demand this from you without properly explaining his reasons had you a little worried and confused.
“What…? You haven’t heard?”
“Heard of what exactly?”
“Those disappearances that occurred around that route you always take to the bus stop” he then proceeded to explain with slightly widened eyes.
Now things are starting to add up…
“Waka…I understand that you’re worried - as always - but it’s completely unnecessary. I’m not the same small girl from back then and can look out for myself pretty well s-”
“I know that and I don’t doubt you at all, bu-”
Before he could continue his train of thoughts, you put up both of your fingers, signalizing him to shut up and listen as you thanked him for his opinion on that matter and that you’d be extra careful and quick on the way home. After you’d told him that you hurried off to finish up the rest of your work and finally call it a day…
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With hasty steps, you passed along the familiar riverbed, but tonight you couldn’t quite enjoy your surroundings. Both the words of your childhood friend and the newsflash from before replayed and plagued your mind. According to them, the route you were on right now was notorious for being the spot where all those young girls had started disappearing.
Now, you could’ve taken the other path, the painfully longer and more uneven one, but all you wanted now was to go back home, take a warm shower, and cuddle yourself up in your bed and if this way would bring you to your destination quicker, then so be it.
“Ah, young lady,” someone exclaimed, catching you off guard. You turned your head to the source of the voice and there he was: the red-haired stranger you’d met a while ago. He was once again standing amidst, what you finally recognized to be a bed of red spider lilies.
You stopped in your tracks, greeted, and faced him with a small smile. Now that you were a tad closer to each other than last time, you managed to take a good and pretty long look at your counterpart. As you’d noted last time, he was pretty lanky and tall, but from up close you could see that his entire complexion seemed a bit…unhealthy. The color of his skin was a frightening shade of white, one that you’d usually associate with ghosts or sick people, his rather baggy clothing additionally made him look more fragile than he probably was, but the perhaps most prominent trait of the young man was his face. The vibrant red of both his eyes and hair failed to go unnoticed when paired with his pale skin tone and you’d even go as far as to say that this combination was…beautiful.
“Are you taking a night stroll as well?“ he then asked the moment your eyes had started focusing on his slightly pink but chapped lips, immediately bringing your attention back to him.
“Um, y-yeah I am…wha-”
“The moon is truly marvelous tonight, wouldn’t you say so, young lady?”
You paused mid-sentence after being interrupted and with a slightly confused expression looked up at the night sky to confirm what you were asked.
I could’ve sworn that he asked me the same question the first time we met…
As you tried to remember whether this indeed was the case, you missed how the young man had shortened the distance between you both and was now standing uncomfortably close to you. You were already disturbed enough with all those rumors going around and you really weren’t in the mood to deal with whatever awaited you with this red-haired guy, so you tried to distance yourself from him as unobtrusively as possible, excuse yourself and be on your way, but that’s when something hit you.
“Excuse me, sir, b-”
“Please, feel free to call me Tendou”
“…right, Tendou” you repeated with a slightly pissed-off tone before continuing, “have you heard of that kidnapper who’s been on the loose around this area? Or have you perhaps seen something out of the ordinary?”
The moment those questions left your mouth you realized just how truly stupid that move was. For all, you know Tendou could actually be the kidnapper in question, but look at you acting like some kind of detective, trying to interrogate him.
Much to your surprise though he didn’t seem offended or anything like that, he was pretty calm…too calm.
His eyelids were so relaxed that his eyes were half-closed and gave off the impression of him being extremely tired, paired with the inviting way of him extending his arm towards you, and the silent suggestion of joining him on a small stroll lead you to completely lowering your guard, ignoring all those ringing alarm bells in the back of your head and wordlessly agreed to do so.
Once his big and cold hand had enveloped your own smaller one, he smiled a little and began: “I’d like to tell you a small story surrounding these beautiful red lilies…“
The melodic sound of his voice made your brain turn into mush and removed any doubt, rational thought, or suspicion you harbored for Tendou and his behavior…it was almost like he was hypnotizing you.
“There was once a bed of nothing but spider lilies near the river that connected all three worlds. All were equally beautiful, but only one of them was blessed with an actual consciousness. Being so different from the rest made her long for more strength, so she started feeding off of the surrounding lost souls, until…” he paused and stretched his arm out to the moon, as if he wanted to grab it and with a small smile continued “…she had enough power to gain a human body.”
Another slightly longer pause followed in which the two of you continued walking alongside the riverbed in silence until Tendou let go of you and began running with such determination that you seriously feared he’d jump into the river. Luckily, he stopped mere centimeters before the cold water, eyes cast down to his reflection, shoulders slumped, eyes glistening.
“She had enough of the souls from the underworld, so she ventured out to the surface where nothing but light awaited…light she wasn't used to.”
“Her inhuman beauty was brought out by the daily rays of sunshine and managed to make her more eye-catching than she already was. Soon, both men and women began getting attracted to her and she used this to her advantage, consuming their souls as soon as they’d gotten too close.”
“Mister Tendou?” you eventually called out as his moment of silence went on for an unnaturally long time. You saw him tense up after his name had left your lips and expected him to turn around and face you, but he didn’t. Without moving even an inch from his position he finally resumed.
“One day, she met someone special, someone, she didn’t have the heart to consume…someone she fell in love with.”
“She was so fond of that person that she wanted to bring them down with her to the river of life, but that human had other people that were looking out for him, so when she had taken him with herself, an experienced fighter was sent out to stop the beautiful flower from reaching that river with her loved one.”
Suddenly Tendou took a step forward, the water wettening his shoes, then another…and another, until he was knee-deep in the river.
“Just before the beauty and her beloved arrived at the bridge, the warrior arrived and didn’t hesitate to attack her, cursing her for ever stepping a foot in the outside world.”
“Being on the receiving end of insults was a first for her and as expected she didn’t take that too well…she slowly lost her composure and gradually got more aggressive, until she as well began to fight.”
You looked at the red-haired man’s back as he scooped up some water in his hands and looked at it. The story of that woman - or better-said creature - was like nothing you’ve ever heard or read before.
Did it sound like some made-up fairytale?
Yes, it did and no matter how hard you tried to cling to the fact that the situation you were in was simply nothing else but awkward, something about the sight of a tall, young, and oh so beautiful young man, now hips deep in cold water, made you want to stay and listen to that little story of his. That’s what you thought anyway, but unbeknownst to you, the decision to stay had already been made by someone else, not you.
“The fight went on for quite a while and slowly but surely began to escalate, until…he got in between to protect the beauty he’d followed, and…” he took a deep breath and let the collected water from his hands slowly drip back in the river “…and paid with his life for it”
“So the lover died protecting her” you murmured to yourself and clenched your fists at the thought of how much despair the flower spirit must’ve felt.
“Devastated by the loss of her loved one, she cried out to the heavens, cursing everyone and everything around her, including herself for being so powerless that she couldn’t protect him, and in the end…she did the only thing she could do”
“Consume his soul?”
“And his body”
Tendou finally turned around with glassy eyes and a rather emotionless expression. He looked so broken and helpless that you wanted nothing more but to get him out of that cold water and wrap your scarf around him in a desperate attempt to warm him up even a little, but before you could even put your thoughts into action you got startled by the way he slammed his hand against the water.
“Do you know how it feels to be treated like a monster because of the way you look? People shunning you for the way you enjoy things? Calling your existence a curse…and all you can do is smile and take it.”
The way his body trembled made it evident that whatever he was thinking of right now had hurt him deeply.
“(Y/N)…you understand me, don’t you?”
At the mention of your name, you froze up.
“How did y-”
Before you could ask anything, the phone in your pocket started vibrating and ringing a very familiar tone which you’d specially assigned to a certain childhood friend of yours.
“E-Excuse me for a minute, I need to answer this real quick” you apologized and turned your back to Tendou who smiled to himself.
“Waka?”
(Y/N)? Finally, you answered. I've been trying to get in touch with you for almost an hour, why aren’t you answering my messages?
“I’m sorry, I was-”
A cold hand suddenly covered up your mouth while the other took your phone from your grip. You felt the way someone pressed their cheek on yours and grinned, that someone being none other than Tendou.
“I asked you a question (Y/N)…”
“…you understand me, don’t you?”
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“(Y/N)!”
The shout of the man who’d called mere minutes ago echoed through the dark path, his usually calm facial features were distorted from worry about his dear friend whom he regretted letting go home alone.
His heart was thumping hard against his chest and no matter how hard he tried to stay positive, the fact that he still hadn’t found who he was looking for made him even more anxious than he already was. Just as he was about to call out once more he saw a dark figure near a river and a small flowerbed. He steadied his pace and as he got closer a wave of relief washed over him the moment the person’s features cleared up and revealed his childhood friend.
“(Y/N)! Thank god I finally found you!”
“…Waka?”
The way the man in question had wrapped his arms around you, caught you off guard, so it took you a short while to return his embrace but he was quicker and had let go of you already. Olive-colored eyes scanning your body up and down, confirming your wellbeing, only when he’d made sure that you were unharmed, he finally looked at you properly, explaining how after you’d broken off the phone call he’d immediately clocked out and had looked for you.
“Oh, right my phone…” you repeated and started feeling your pockets up in search for the device. The man before you understood the message and started looking around as well until he saw the familiar case lying on the ground next to a red spider lily a couple of steps away from you two. Ushijima went ahead and picked it up, his eyes focused on the flower beside it.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?”
Hearing your voice so close to his ear made him flinch, but seeing you so close to him made him smile as he remembered the fun times in your childhood. You usually didn’t get that close to him so he never properly noticed just how beautiful you’d become. In his eyes, you had always been a charming person, but there was something different about you now that he couldn’t quite describe.
“Mhm…they are” he finally answered, his line of vision never leaving your face.
When your eyes met your cheeks reddened slightly and you couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Wakatoshi…I’d like to tell you a small story surrounding these beautiful red lilies…”
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chibi-chanforever · 3 years
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𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚢
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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
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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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deazufre · 3 years
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A very late final submission for the Church of Meian’s Thigh High July Server Collab! July was so busy, but couldn’t leave my mans hanging. Finished up my Juicy Ushi and here he is, bedroom eyes and all 
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moongray · 3 years
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can yall imagine waking up to meian big arms wrapped around your waist, him whispering 'morning princess' with a raspy voice and eyes still closed, hand rubbing your tummy (bc its sore as hell and he's the cause of it) and mouth planting light kisses on your shoulder
alright for short just imagine you're his 😔
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kurosukii · 3 years
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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬
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pairing: suna rintarou x f!reader
summary: you find yourself in a ‘friends with benefits’ agreement with a guy you’ve known since your high school days—until the lines get blurred, of course.
genre: smut, friend with benefits au
warnings: 18+. unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, praise, degradation, dirty talk, choking, creampie, cum-eating, finger-sucking, fingering, face-sitting, oral (f receiving), slight pussyjob, riding, mentions of alcohol consumption and feelings
word count: 4.9k
author's note: for the church of meian’s tune june collab! thanks for letting me join babies <3 (fun fact: this fic went through three songs before i settled on this one lmao) (let me know if i missed any warnings!) (MINORS DNI) @hqintheclub​
º thank you to @anime-nymph @meiansmistress @karasunowo @vivianvampyric @vanille—kiss for beta reading! <33
☀︎ based on love lies by khalid ft. normani
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[10:36 PM]
you feel like an idiot, you really do. standing in front of the dark mahogany door for fifteen minutes isn’t normal, and neither is burning holes at the golden plated ‘1010’ screwed to the wood.
taking a deep breath, you finally knock on the door, three slow raps to let him know it’s you. the door immediately swings open, as if he’s been standing on the other side this whole time.
“you’ve been showing up later than usual, babe. i’m hurt. does that mean i’m not your only booty call?” suna teases you, hazel eyes shamelessly scanning your body from head to toe.
he’s fresh from the shower, it seems. his dark hair is damp and the smell of soft pine and peppermint invades your senses. in the soft light of his apartment, he leans against the doorframe, crossing his long arms over his broad chest, bare and defined for you to salivate over.
suna raises one eyebrow, mouth slightly upturned at the corners as he relishes in your scrutiny of his lean and muscular body. your wandering eyes focus on the waistband of his shorts that are riding dangerously low on his hips.
you mentally curse him for being a smug and sexy bastard—he’s clearly wearing nothing behind those pesky shorts. the prominent v-line on his abdomen is calling out to you, until your eyes focus back on his face and you see that he’s fully smirking.
“what can i say? i’m a busy woman, rin,” you say, mimicking his stance, trying to assert some dominance as well, even if you’re in his territory.
“not busy enough if you keep coming back to me. those little boys not fucking you hard enough?” he counters, immediately squashing your attempt at flustering him.
you scoff, pushing him aside and entering his spacious open-floor home, adorned with floor-to-ceiling windows that beautifully welcome the sunrise—the sunrise you know all too well because you see it every time you do your walk of shame.
you don’t have a rebuttal to his statement, seeing as there’s definitely no “little boys” you’ve been seeing on the side because this idiot is the only one you’re fucking. not to mention, suna is the only guy who has ever made you cum.
more often than you would like to admit, your mind always ends up thinking about how this arrangement came to be. you’d like to think it’s atsumu’s fault, but it’s just an excuse to ignore your stupid feelings and the fact that you really can’t hold your liquor well.
after all of you graduated from inarizaki, the team group chat never died—atsumu didn’t allow it. you especially kept in contact with kita, seeing as you needed his guidance on other more personal matters.
when you all settled into your new lives, atsumu immediately proposed a reunion. you were definitely thinking of bailing, but once you heard that a certain hazel-eyed, dark haired man would be attending...well, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the guy you’ve crushed on your entire high school career.
you’ve always liked suna, but you could never really figure him out. he was elusive to you, always out of your reach even if you were in the same class and saw each other every day.
however, kita immediately discovered your feelings towards the pretty and quiet middle blocker. he was the only one who knew, so when the night of the reunion finally came, you were glued to his side all night long, afraid of what might happen due to the alcohol in your system.
sucks that your cautiousness and avoidance backfired though.
you’re a masochist were the words floating in your drunken mind as you ‘danced’ with suna. you could definitely feel the outline of his cock on your ass as he rolled his hips with yours, in sync with the beat of the music blasting out of the rented speakers in onigiri miya.
the sexual tension was thick and since both of you had one too many to drink, you found yourself lip locked with him. you ended up getting into a taxi on the way to his apartment, blurry memories of him stumbling over his feet as he drunkenly guided you to his room, clothes flying everywhere.
after blinking twice, you were on his bed, on all fours and getting your pussy pounded like there was no tomorrow. you had no idea how, but his insane instincts knew that you definitely weren’t getting fucked the way you deserved.
you lost track of how many times you orgasmed that night, passing out when suna finally pulled out of your aching pussy. since then, it was an unspoken agreement that you guys were friends with benefits.
although it hurts your heart that this is what your relationship is with a man you genuinely like, it doesn’t hurt that suna knows exactly what to do with that sculpted body and talented mouth of his.
“they definitely don’t fuck you like i do,” he whispers in your ear, interrupting your trip down memory lane. he bites the shell of your ear before peppering open-mouthed kisses all over the skin of your neck.
you’re too afraid to acknowledge the deeper emotion underlying his tone, even if his words are dirty. it’s true—no can fuck you the way suna does. no one else can make your legs shake and eyes roll to the back of your head like he does.
instead you sigh, leaning your head back on his shoulder and exposing your neck to him more as you moan softly, hooded eyes watching the skyscrapers' night lights.
it’s a clear night and under your lashes, you see his reflection oin the window. his side profile is a sight to behold, defined jaw with the softest lips you’ve ever had the privilege to kiss.
you close your eyes at the feeling of his plush lips sucking on the skin of your neck, soft moans falling from your mouth. his muscled arms loop around your waist, pulling you back to his heated torso—a furnace to the cold that’s slowly seeping into your heart.
this feels gentle, more intimate compared to the last time he called you over.
come over, i need your company. he had texted, and you choked on your water because not once did he make you feel needed, but he always made you feel wanted—and you didn’t know what you liked better.
you contemplated for a bit, but in the end, you went to his apartment like you always did and only knocked once before the door swung open and his hands were all over you.
you didn’t even make it to the bedroom, suna opting to fuck you on the counter in his kitchen, leaving sloppy kisses and bites all over your pliant body.
after a long night of what seemed to be endless fucking, you woke up on the couch, your naked and sore body covered by a fluffy blanket with suna nowhere to be found. the pile of snacks, bottles of water, and energy drinks didn’t go unnoticed, along with a post it note.
not sorry for the marks and the way i fucked you, but i am sorry for the soreness. - rin
and like the lovesick idiot you are, the blunt words somehow tugged on your heartstrings because that’s the first time he left a note. usually, it would just be the water and snacks—which were your favorite, mind you.
just like that, the suna-shaped hole in your heart became a teensy bit bigger.
suna demands your attention, once again, by slipping a hand into the waistband of your shorts, long and nimble fingers sneaking inside your panties.
his fingers play with your folds, spreading them and leaving room for his middle finger to deftly rub your wet slit in a slow and teasing manner. you moan loudly, your hand instinctively squeezing his wrist.
“always so wet for me, baby,” he purrs, licking one long stripe on the side of your neck. only for you, you want to say but your whine is quickly swallowed by his mouth as he inserts his finger inside your pussy, knuckle deep as he curls it in a come hither motion.
suna quickly flips your body, your back meeting the window as his other hand cradles the back of your head to soften the impact.
the air in his living room is stuffy as the kiss becomes heavier, his tongue swiping at your bottom lip as it slips between your mouth and intertwines with yours.
his index finger joins the foray and you’re arching your back towards him, his rough palm grazing your clit as your hands get tangled in his hair. his free hand palms your ass, squeezing at the soft skin.
you can feel the vibrations of his groan in your mouth and you reply with one of your own. your cunt makes lewd sounds as it drenches his fingers, velvet walls clamping down on them.
in a flash, suna pulls them out and his strong arms cage you in, lips never separating from yours as he takes hold of your thighs and lifts you with ease.
your legs immediately wrap around his lithe waist as he expertly maneuvers around his apartment with a single destination in mind. your hands tug on the strands of his hair—just the way he likes—and he groans into your mouth, stumbling for a bit.
his short moment of weakness almost makes the both of you fall to the ground, and your arms tighten around his neck as you let out a panicked squeak. both of you laugh and as it dies down, your lips ghost each other’s, hot breaths mingling.
the close proximity of your faces registers in your hazy mind and suna’s sharp eyes sparkle with something you can’t recognize before he goes back to locking lips with you once more.
he kicks the door open, not bothering to close it as he drops you on the bed. it dips as he kneels on the mattress and suna slows his kissing, tongue languidly swiping against yours as he presses his warm body closer to yours.
you whimper when he rolls his hips, clothed cock twitching against your quivering pussy. he grinds on you for a bit and just as you’re about to pathetically beg for him, he pulls away and your cheeks burn at the string of spit connecting your lips.
suna’s nimble fingers make quick work of your shorts, soft lips kissing your legs all the way down your ankles and sending tingles down your spine.
your panties are soaked through, but he leaves them on as he reaches for the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, throwing the garment behind him.
half naked, you shiver at being exposed to him, which is stupid, because he’s seen you naked countless of times. but it doesn’t matter, because every moment spent with him always leaves you nervous and reeling.
he doesn’t allow you to get lost in your thoughts because he kneels on the floor, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your body—slower and more carefully this time.
embarrassed at the way a translucent string of your slick follows the path of your soiled panties, you opt to watch suna’s face. he’s biting his lower lip, eyes dark as he observes your wet pussy.
he slowly goes back on the bed, ushering you to move to the center as one of his hands reach around your back, expertly unclasping your bra. his fingers are featherlight as they pull down the straps, exposing your breasts to him, nipples immediately hardening.
catching you by surprise, suna gives you one last kiss and somehow, this makes you dizzier than the previous ones. he pulls away, going back to the edge of the bed as he stares at your naked body like it’s his first time seeing you.
he never really got to fully appreciate your beautiful form because of his drunkenness the first time. and every time you came over, he only had two goals in mind—both of you fucking until you were consumed by the pleasure.
but now, now that he knows that there’s something brewing inside of him, something he can’t ignore anymore, he can't help but handle you delicately.
so suna kisses along your body, your soft sighs of pleasure going straight to his cock as his lips ghost over your sensitive spots, spots he knows like the back of his hand.
satisfied with your heavy panting and hooded eyes, suna moves your body to the side as he lies down on the bed and you’re confused. what does he want?
“sit on my face, baby,” he says, voice soft but the demand is clear as day. oh, so that’s what he wants. his hands reach for the back of his head, and your cheeks burn even more when you see his thick biceps flex.
his hazel eyes are dark and inviting as he moves his arms, reaching for you as he positions your body over his chest, long fingers squeezing your waist and consciously rubbing your bare skin because although he doesn’t verbally say it, he absolutely loves your softness and warmth.
spending most of your nights with suna has given you an insight to what kind of man he is beneath the blank expression, which is why you know he loves the weight of your body—on him—even going so far to say that he feels comforted by it.
you see it in the way he touches you, how eager he pulls you down on him, and how frequently it happens. you had your inhibitions at first, but he quickly reminded you that he's a professional volleyball player and your weight is nothing compared to the ones he bench presses.
your thighs are on either side of his head, still nervous but definitely excited. the heat and scent from your pussy makes suna dizzy with desire, cock begging to be freed from the confines of his shorts.
your hands hold the headboard, whining softly when the hotness of his breath against your wet cunt makes you shudder. gently lowering you down, his tongue licks one long and slow stripe on your slit, the edge of his tongue swirling lazily on your pulsing clit.
you moan as your thighs tense, gripping the headboard so tightly that it creaks. his hold on your thighs tightens before his tongue licks all over your pussy, pulling moans and cries from your throat.
suna waits until you’re a trembling mess before he finally inserts his tongue inside of you, pulling you down until you’re fully sitting on him, your high-pitched moan making his hard cock twitch.
he groans in pleasure because the wetness of your walls and softness of your thighs are therapeutic to him, and he doesn’t mind the pre-cum oozing out his cock, dampening his shorts.
“always l-love your tongue, rinnie!” you whine, hips involuntarily rolling against his face as you make eye contact with him. he has the nerve to wink at you before his large hands hold your waist,  moving your body back and forth over his mouth.
“oh, rin—fuck! feels so good!”
spurred on by your words, suna groans, the vibrations making you jerk. your hold drops from the headboard and goes to the pillow that suna’s head is resting on.
his wandering hands reach up for your chest, fingers kneading your breasts as they twist and pinch your nipples. you bite your lip to stifle your loud moan, enjoying the small sting. instead, you choose to increase the pace of riding him.
“y-yes, rin! just like that. love r-riding your face s-so much!” you whimper, stuttering as you throw your head back when his tongue hits a good spot. he grunts when you grind his face faster, the rocking of your hips making the headboard thump against the wall.
his hands go down your breasts to rest on your waist, and while your hands are squeezing the pillow above his head, his tongue expertly licks and curls inside your tight walls, coaxing more slick from your cunt directly into his mouth.
fuck, he can do this all day if you let him.
your mouth is open as moans continuously fall from your lips, and you’re looking at him but your eyes are unfocused, so drunk on the way his tongue pleases you.
coupled with the slight bobbing of his head, you’re well on your way to your first orgasm of the night. suna’s hands continue their path from your waist, down to your hips, dragging along your shaking thighs until they reach for your hands, interlacing them.
you’re immediately brought back to earth, moans turning into whimpers when your heart beats faster and you realize what he's doing. he’s never done that before—usually his hands would be roaming around, but never holding you, not like this.
your heart swells and you squeeze his hands, and as if the world tilts on its axis, he squeezes back. somehow that intimate action sends shivers down your spine, tugging on the tight knot in your stomach and you know you’re about to cum. he knows you’re about to cum.
so his eyes tell you to ride his face to your heart’s content and you do, shaking the bed as you chant his name like a prayer. his nose brushes against your clit and when you grind on his face the last time, you squeeze his hands in a death grip as your entire body trembles.
“rinnie, rinnie, i’m cumming!” you scream, tears forming at the corner of your eyes at the intensity, cumming all over his mouth. suna doesn’t stop licking and slurping inside your wet and hot walls, even bobbing his head with the limited space he has so he can prolong your orgasm.
he groans at the taste of your sweet cum filling his mouth, and though you've stopped riding him a few seconds ago, you're still a moaning and shaking mess, whimpering his name as your forehead rests against the headboard.
he taps your thigh with your hands still intertwined and you move off of his face, and he reluctantly releases your hands. you watch him breathe heavily, mouth and chin glistening as you move down his body.
“better not let any other guy taste that sweet cunt, hm?” suna says jokingly, tongue licking his lips as he wipes the rest of your cum with his hand.
his eyes tell a different story though, a different kind of fire nestled in them—the complete opposite of his laid back tone.
you don’t reply, not willing to tell him that his mouth has been the only one on your pussy since you guys started fucking.
you focus on his body, and you see his cock straining against his shorts. taking mercy on him, you slide them down his strong thighs, his hips rising as you remove the pesky fabric.
your breath hitches when you see his wet and throbbing cock. it’s pretty, long, and thick. honestly, you’ll never get used to it, no matter how many times it’s been inside of you.
bobbing against his abs, you shiver when you see the protruding vein on the underside of his shaft. your eyes flutter when you think about how much you love the way it bumps and drags in your walls and mouth.
“you always act like a virgin every time you see my cock. guess you love it that much, huh?” suna taunts you, large hand holding and pumping his shaft slowly, beads of pre-cum leaking from his tip.
you scrunch your nose in annoyance, and you hate it. hate how he’s right, hate how you love the way he fills you, like your pussy is made just for him.
he stops your train of thought by kissing you harshly, tasting yourself on his tongue. his hands take hold of your hips, making you hover over his cock.
your hands cradle his jaw, kissing him earnestly, pouring your feelings as your tongues twist and tangle with each other. your brain short circuits, breath hitching when you feel the heat emanating from him.
even when he's under you, he still calls the shots.
his strong hands move your hips back and forth, leaking pussy rubbing on his tip. you whine into his mouth, clit deliciously dragging along the vein.
“enough teasing,” suna whispers against your lips, lifting you as he slowly slides you down his cock. your moans are soft as you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing and nibbling his jaw.
your eyes flutter, whining when his cock breaches your cunt, thighs trembling as you sit on his lap with him inside of you. when he finally bottoms out in your tight walls, you pull away, head thrown back as you cry out into the room.
“so thick, rinnie,” you sigh in pleasure, head falling forward as you nuzzle the crook of his neck. your teeth nibble the skin of his throat, leaving a red mark on his flawless fair skin.
suna’s jaw is clenched as he breathes heavily through his nose, cock twitching in your pussy as you leave hickeys on his neck. he lifts you again, squeezing your waist as he drops you down on his cock, faster this time.
“oh my god, rinnie!”
encouraged by your high-pitched whine, suna finds a rhythm, holding your waist tightly as he bounces you on his cock, thighs slapping against each other’s. he sits up, your hard nipples brushing against his chest as you hold on to him for dear life, moaning incoherently.
he leans towards your ear, grunts and gasps leaving his mouth as he whispers dirty things to you.
“yeah, this pussy is for me. only my cock can stretch your slutty hole like this, hm?”
you whine in response, nails leaving crescent marks on his shoulders as his hands drag you up and down on his cock. the muscles in your legs are aching but the burn and his words only spur you on, hands pushing on his shoulders so he can lay back down.
suna follows your silent command, groaning as his head hits the pillow, teeth biting his lower lip to muffle his sounds of pleasure. you brace yourself on his broad chest, thighs trembling as you interrupt his rhythm.
his hands fall from your waist as you bounce on his cock on your own, mouth open as loud cries fall from your lips. his arms are on either side of him, balled into fists as he bunches the sheets between his fingers.
“look at those tits, and the way your cunt’s squeezing me, fuck!” groans and curses escape from suna’s mouth as he watches your pretty face and swaying tits. his hips buck, hitting a good spot and making you falter for a second, moaning loudly as you scratch his pecs.
“i’m a slut for you, rinnie! only for you,” you squeal, clit grinding on his pelvis as your pussy spasms around his thick cock.
“is that so? then fuck yourself harder on my cock, baby. show me what a good slut you are,” he growls, hazel eyes flashing when he sees the juices pouring out of you, coating his length in a white ring, small rivulets sliding down his balls.
your head tilts back as tears stream out of your eyes, pretty neck looking so inviting, marked earlier by his kisses. suna’s hooded eyes flash, his arm reaching out as his long and slender fingers wrap around your throat.
his thumb, index, and middle fingers apply the slightest pressure, making you cry out and squeeze all around him, your bouncing turning into grinding.
“look at you. squeezing my cock harder when i choke you like this? such a whore for me—shit,” he hisses, applying more pressure as your cries become louder and staggered.
you roll your hips, grinding on him as one hand holds his wrist. your eyes roll to the back of your head as your clit rubs on his pelvis.
suna’s mouth is so dirty, but even if he's saying those kinds of things, his eyes are telling a different story. you’re slowly going back to bouncing on him, but suna takes over the rhythm this time, planting his feet on the bed as he thrusts into you.
his grip on your throat loosens before he lets go, hands going back to your waist as your body falls on top of him, shaking arms fighting to keep you upright as he fucks you. drool seeps from the corner of your mouth as you chant his name again.
“you gonna cum, slut? think you deserve to?” he groans as he thrusts harder, thighs making a resounding slap throughout the room. your shaking arm makes way between your bodies, whimpering when your fingers find your pulsing clit.
“yesyesyes—please, rinnie! d-deserve to c-cum on your f-fat cock so much!”
you scream, closing your eyes tightly as you pinch your clit between your fingers just as suna’s cock hits your sweet spot, teasing the entrance to your cervix.
babbling incoherently as his cock leaves you gasping and seeing stars, you hiccup as suna’s hips jerk, cursing before he groans your name as his hot and thick cum fills your squelching pussy.
he squeezes your ass while the last spurts of his cum spill inside of you before he rests for a moment, then pulls out his wet and softening cock.
breathing heavily, suna’s two fingers scoop out the leaking juices from your pussy and slides them in your mouth, making you moan at the taste of your cum mixed together. you hold his wrist, his hazel eyes burning with desire as you lick and suck his fingers clean.
he hums as he pulls them out with a wet pop and wraps your waist with his long arms, hands kneading your skin as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. your exhausted body succumbs to sleep on top of him, sweaty and content with a smile on your face.
“so good to me, my good girl,” he whispers tiredly, his arms tightening around you as he also falls asleep with a small smile, at peace with his decision for tomorrow.
you wake up alone, with a cold blanket wrapped around you. wincing as you feel the soreness in your body, you look down to find yourself dressed in suna’s inarizaki jersey.
you stand up from his bed, called by the sound of something sizzling through the open door. as you practically waddle to his kitchen, you notice that your thighs, although sore and slightly bruised, are clean and free of cum.
low music is playing as you see the vestiges of the sunrise peeking through the clouds, and you see suna in the kitchen, his broad shoulders and chest illuminated by the dim lights.
he’s cooking your favorite breakfast, and you’re even more confused now than you were when he left a note on the table. you see a bit of the skyline in the horizon outlined by the rising sun as you walk towards him, heart squeezing at the implications of him cooking you breakfast.
as far as you’re concerned, fuck buddies don’t do that, nor do they look at you the way suna is right now.
“w-what are you doing?” you ask timidly, hip resting against the counter as your eyes observe suna’s soft smile, fingers fiddling with his gray sweatpants after he turns the stove off.
he turns to you and his hazel eyes glow as he watches you under the sunrise. you squirm, not used to the way he’s looking at you.
“i know i’ve been acting weird,” suna rasps, hands going to his pockets as he bites his lip in concentration.
“yeah, i noticed,” you say softly, slowly walking to him until you can feel the nervousness rolling off of him in waves.
“is there something you want to say?”
“it’s hard for me to open up, i’ll admit it.”
both of you say at the same time, which makes you laugh as you bravely wrap your arms around his waist, head nuzzling his warm chest until you can hear the fast beats of his heart.
you know what he wants to say;, you had an inkling ever since that night, but you were too scared to entertain it, for fear that it might be just you overthinking.
he exhales heavily, pulling you closer to his body, not minding the heat at the back of his neck and cheeks. his quick heart beats in time with your own and you can’t help but giggle.
you’re making the suna rintarou nervous.
“you’ve got something to say and i’m here to listen,” you whisper, lips ghosting over his skin. suna shivers, goosebumps rising on his arms as he squeezes your waist.
“show me where your love lies, rin.”
his breath hitches, gently raising you on the counter as he kisses you softly, intimately. his trembling hands find purchase on your thighs, bunching his jersey to your waist as you pull down his sweatpants, cock springing free.
suna guides himself to your heated core, cock slowly gliding against your velvet walls, drawing the soft and needy moans that he loves hearing from you. it’s as if he’s rediscovering your body now that the air between the both of you is charged with something new.
in the middle of suna’s whispers against your lips and gentle thrusts, the sun high in the sky, drenching your connected bodies in the morning glow.
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DEN OF THE DRAGON | PART ONE
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Pairing: Knight Kuroo Tetsurou x fem!reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff & Angst if you squint.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, Mentions of blood, Unprotected sex, Violence, Possesivnes, Dominance, Foul language, Arranged marriage,
Word Count: 8,0k
Beta: @meiansmistress go give her a follow if you aren't already! <3
Author's Note: Part one is officially live! The first 2/3 follows the general plot of "Under The Oak Tree", but branches off from there. All creds to the original author. This is also my contribution to this month's collab with the Church of Meian, full masterlist HERE so you can read the other writer's works. Also big thanks to my muse, my soulmate @xmyshya for cheering me on with this idea <3
Synopsis: After being away on a campaign for three years, knight Kuroo returns as a renowned knight. Arriving at Astos, he's ready to get back to his wife [Y/N] and continue where they left off...
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WORDLIST!
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Headow Castle is located in the city of Astos, located in the Paglor Kingdom. It is a luxurious castle, ruled by none other than Duke [y/l/n]. He is a powerful man, and with power comes even greater wealth. The Duke had two daughters. [y/n] and her younger sister Emeline. No one had ever seen the Duke’s eldest daughter. Ever since birth she’d been fragile, had gotten easily sick, and had been kept locked up in her chambers, away from the filthy world.
People thought the Duke kept her there to protect her from diseases and war, but he had her locked up because to him, [y/n] was someone who’d only bring the [y/l/n] name ruin and tragedy. Having a daughter that was so fragile made her useless at being able to ever bear a healthy heir to her future husband, or so her father always claimed...
Three years ago, the Duke had arranged a marriage between [y/n] and a lower-class knight named Tetsurou Kuroo. The Duke did this so he could save his knights from having to enter the dragon campaign that King Yasufumi had requested. Instead, he sent Tetsurou and his Temple Knights to fight the notorious killer dragon Charlzred, The Dead who had awoken from his 1000-year slumber and was reeking havoc in all the seven Kingdoms: Paglor, Ustrium, Brudor, Athon, Eglaria, Gudren, and Uchurg.
To the Duke’s surprise, Tetsurou had slain the dragon and was no longer a lower-class knight. The king had granted Tetsurou the title of Hero Swordmaster and he was now a renowned knight of all of the seven kingdom was blessed with wealth beyond imagination.
This infuriated the Duke. The hero was married to his useless daughter and rumors were going around that the king had offered Tetsurou his daughter to him, and the church had agreed to grant him a divorce if he wanted to.
You stand by the window, watching and waiting for your husband’s return. You’re a nervous wreck, and you knew this would infuriate your father. You always disappointed him, and every time you did you would feel his wrath by getting hit by him. You couldn’t help that you were the way you were or that your body betrayed you. As you waited for your husband, you recalled the last time you saw him.
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It was your wedding night. You were sitting in the bridal chambers, waiting for the arrival of your husband. Your maids had prepared everything. You were wearing only a silk nightgown, knowing that it would be removed almost immediately upon his arrival. You recall the words that your father had uttered just before you entered the chambers.
“This is your chance to prove your worth. If you mess this up, you won’t get away with a light punishment.”
A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts and you quickly stood up and laced your hands together in front of you.
Tetsurou Kuroo was a well-built man. Broad shoulders, double your size, with a thick neck and arms. His face was stone cold, emotionless as he entered the chambers. He strode with pride towards you.
“I know you find me horrendous, but we must do our duty to each other,” he came to a halt when he was only inches in front of you. “If you do not want this, I will not force you, so speak now. Do you want me to leave?”
His voice was as calm and composed as he. His eyes showed no emotion, only that he was looking at you and waiting for an answer.
“N-No,” you replied, shaking your head, your hands trembling with nerves.
“Then we must fulfill our marital duties,” he replied and took off his black cotton tunic, exposing his muscular abs. You closed your eyes as he removed your clothing, leaving you exposed to him. The only man that had ever seen you naked. You tried to even out your breathing, but your nerves were getting the upper hand.
“Just bear it, even if you don’t want to,” he spoke close to your ears as he lifted your body and carried it towards the bed, placing you softly on the white covers. “I won’t be able to hold back.”
Tetsurou took your virginity like a dragon who burns his prey alive.
The next morning, you woke up alone in your bed; Tetsurou had already left to join the dragon campaign.
To seal your marriage to each other and for proof, your father had a priest sent in to locate the virgin blood that had been spilled on the sheets.
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The doors to your chambers open and disrupt your memory. In walks your father with two of his servants right behind him. You bow and don’t dare to look at him, afraid that he will give you a beating. You don’t need to look at him to know he is furious.
“That damn low-life knight, thinking he’s so big and strong now that he killed a mighty dragon,” he mutters as he walks around the room, coming to a halt a few inches from you. “And look at you, an eyesore to everyone. Pathetic.” His words cut deep into your soul; they always do. You had for over 20 years tried to please your father, but you never could.
“It’s likely that Tetsurou is coming here so he can divorce you, now that the king has offered him Princess Eleanora’s hand in marriage.” There’s a quick pause before he continues. “It’s your job to make sure he doesn’t go ahead with it.”
“Yes, father.”
“No wonder he wants to divorce you, look at you. God, you should’ve just died as your mother, you’re just as useless as her. Giving me a terrible heir. Did you even please him enough on your wedding night? Maybe that’s why—”
“I-I pleased him. I swear, or I think. I-I tried father, I really did. H-He then left for the dragon campaign before I could—”
“SILENCE!”
You flinch, and just as the Duke is about to hit you, another servant comes running, announcing the arrival of Tetsurou and the Templar Knights.
“Tssk. You’re lucky you’re saved. Tell Tetsurou to meet me in the reception hall, I need to have a chat with him before he meets his useless wife.” Your father leaves, as do his servants. You sigh in relief as they go.
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“Lady Kuroo, your husband requests your presence in the reception hall,” a maid announces as she enters your chambers. You quickly stand up from your sitting position and follow the maid as she leads you to the hall where he waits for you.
When you enter the hall, it’s empty. You’re about to turn around to your maid and ask where he is but she’s no longer there. Sighing, you walk towards the window to look at the scenery outside. You’re barely in this room—you barely leave your chambers and this is a nice change of scenery for you.
You feel him before he speaks; he doesn’t need to make a sound. His whole body and personality ooze with masculinity.
“Well, this is a sight to behold.” Turning around you finally spot your husband. He’s just as handsome as you remember. He’s wearing metal armor and a red tunic that’s fastened on his shoulders and falls onto the back. A belt around his waist holds his sword in place. His hair is still as messy as you remember, black as the night, and his eyes are like a hidden treasure.
He strides closer to you with dominant steps, and you try hard to start a conversation with the man. You’re too nervous to form words. You don’t want your husband to see you as your father does.
“I- Um. S-So… S-So you came back safely,” you finally muster, your hands trembling. Tetsurou scowls and clenches his jaw, and in mere seconds he places his hand on your lower back and pulls you close to him, chest against chest.
“Yes, I returned safely. You could at least pretend to be happy to see me.” He releases you from his hold and turns around, rubbing his temples with his fingers. You’re now facing his broad back. “I feel like I’ve returned as a monster.”
Just as he’s about to walk away you grab a hold of his tunic, making him stop.
“N-No, don’t,” you call out, making him tilt his head towards you. “I-I was nervous and… Didn’t know what to say,” you confess. He lets out a sigh that makes you flinch and you tilt your head down, looking at the marble floor, afraid to see his expression.
Tetsurou reaches for your face and palms it with his left hand, his right one going around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
“Damn it!” He swears and crashes his lips against yours, invading his tongue in your mouth, his tongue violating yours in a way it never has before. He walks both of you to the seating area and lays you down on the soft sofa, never breaking contact with your mouth.
Your body tenses as you begin to panic from his sudden action. Your hands go out to his armour, trying to hold on to something. You’re scared, just like you were the first time with him. He’s bigger than you and you know that fighting him off would be in vain. You hear your father’s words in your head again. You need to allow him this or he is going to divorce you. Even if it kills you, you just have to endure it.
His heavy frame is pushing you down on the cushions, and you clench your thighs together. You didn’t know that his kiss could make you feel like this, like a sinner in church.
Tetsurou parts your legs with his knee and strokes your thigh, pulling up your floor-length dress to expose your bare skin to him. But it all comes to an abrupt halt when he pulls your dress down and turns his head around toward the spot where one of his knights has arrived.
“Why are you peeping, Tsukki?”
“How could I’ve known you’d be engaging in this kind of activity in the reception hall, sir.”
“Get out! Now!”
“The carriage is ready. You said yourself that you didn’t want to waste time here.”
“Tell them to wait.”
You can only listen to the conversation between the two men and hide behind your hands, ashamed that someone walked in on the two of you. Tetsurou sits up and scratches his head as his knight walks out, leaving the two of you alone again.
“I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.” He looks ready to leave, making you anxious. “You heard him. We’re leaving.”
“L-Leaving? Wait. Leaving where?” Anxiety rises and you try to reach for him. If he leaves, you’re afraid that your father will beat you to death. You have to make him choose you over the princess.
He ignores your question as he stands up on his feet. “Have your maid pack your things. You’re coming with me.”
“I’m coming too?”
“Are you suggesting I should go alone?”
“N-no, certainly not. I didn’t mean to—” His hand clamps around your wrist and he pulls you with him. You’re barely able to keep up with his fast steps. “W-Where… Where are we going?”
“My land. Where you should’ve been all along.”
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The ride in the carriage is silent. Tetsurou sits in front of you, looking outside as the carriage moves slowly. On the other hand, you are watching him, wondering why he is taking you with him and where his land is located. Your mind also wanders as to why he would refuse to marry a princess. Princess Eleanora was a beautiful woman, so why would he want you? A useless eyesore of a wife.
It’s amazing that he even remembers me. He’s only tied to me out of responsibility. The princess would suit him so much better.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Headow Castle. You had never seen it from the outside before. You smile as you watch the luxurious building, your eyes twinkling. It’s your first time out of the castle and it sure is magnificent.
“It’s so pretty,” you breathe out, your face and fingers touching the window of the carriage.
“Ahem.” You turn your head and glance at Tetsurou, who sits watching you. Afraid that you might have overstepped your boundaries, you pull back and tilt your head down, lacing your fingers in your lap.
“Am I horrible?” He asks.
“P-Pardon?”
“Is being with me such a horrible thing?”
“N-No, that’s not—”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s just that… I-I’ve never been outside like this or in a carriage before.”
“Listen,” he sighs. “I don’t know much about you, and you probably don’t know much about me either. But we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, and yet, my presence makes you tremble.”
“W-We are?”
“Aren’t married couples supposed to live together for the rest of their lives?” There’s a pause before he continues. “Even I, a mere peasant, know the importance of marriage vows. But it seems they hold no weight to you.”
“H-Hold no weight? No, no that’s not…”
“If not that, then what is it? You’ve lived in the Headow Castle for three years while I was away, fighting like a maniac when you should’ve been living in my land, in my castle. I shouldn’t have to fetch you from your father. You should’ve just been at Staerdale from the beginning.”
“B-But I didn’t know where your land was.”
“Don’t act stupid, don’t lie. I sent my men to your castle so they could escort you.”
“Y-You did? I didn’t know. I-I’m sorry.”
“You might not care for my land, but I do. It holds a very special place in my heart and it was your duty as the lady of the castle to be there.”
“No one ever told me,” you whisper and clench your eyes shut, afraid that you’ll shed tears if you keep them open.
“And to make matters worse, what were you going to do if you were pregnant? Huh? The child would’ve been the Heir to Staerdale, yet you—”
Suddenly the carriage comes to a halt and the ground shakes, making you lose your balance. Your eyes flash open and Tetsurou is quickly at your side to catch you.
“SIR! MANTICORES!” A knight shouts.
“DAMN IT! MAKE KENMA PUT A SHIELD ON THE CARRIAGE FIRST!” Tetsurou shouts back. He places you firmly on the seat and bursts open the carriage door.
“Whatever happens, do not come out. Understood?” He doesn’t let you answer as he closes the door quickly after he exit. “Why the hell are they this far out?” He mumbles as he draws his sword.
You can hear the heavy footsteps outside and the shrieks and roars of the manticores being slain. You’re scared, and you don’t think you’ve never been this scared before. You quickly pull your knees to your chest and hug them close to your body.
Allerthon forest is crawling with monsters. It is the biggest forest in all of Paglor and you know that you have to travel through it to get to certain locations. You had never imagined that this would happen so quickly after leaving Astos.
You find the courage to take a peek outside and see that a gang of goblins has now gathered around the carriage and tried to enter. This makes you let out a scream of terror that Tetsurou immediately hears. He quickly rushes to the carriage and slashes all of the heads of the goblins with one strike, blood splattering everywhere. Tetsurou meets your gaze and sees how your eyes roll back, and you fall onto the floor of the carriage.
“[Y/N]!” He screams, but too late as you drift off.
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You open your eyes and are met by a pair of hazel eyes looking back at you. Your head is throbbing, but you quickly ignore it, sitting yourself up against the headboard.
“Are you feeling alright?” Tetsurou asks as he walks to a table near the bed. You look around and don’t recognize the place.
“Where am I?”
“We’re at an inn near Trego,” he replies as he walks back to you, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and handing you a mug with water. “After you fainted, we got out of the woods and came here.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Drink some water, you need to keep yourself hydrated.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad? Drink up.” You don’t answer him, quickly chugging down the water, the cold liquid traveling through your body and causing you to shiver. Tetsurou goes up to fetch you some food.
“You probably fainted from seeing me slash the goblins’ heads off. Are you hurt?”
“N-No. I’m fine.” You take another look around the room and quickly realize that you don’t spot your clothes anywhere. Looking down, you see that you’re not wearing your dress either, only a thin tunic. You quickly pull the covers over yourself, trembling as you try to cover up.
“What is it? Is something wrong?” You don’t reply, only feeling the soft material hugging your body. “Are you feeling sick? I’ll send in a healer.”
“N-No, no. It’s just that… I’m not… clothed.” You say as you reveal your face to him, face flushing hot.
“You have a tunic though.”
“But it’s not mine.”
“Of course not, that’s my tunic.”
“But where are m-my clothes?”
“I thought you couldn’t breathe so I ripped your clothes. I had no idea that the top and bottom straps were connected so when you started to turn blue all of a sudden, I had to rip it all off. Don’t worry, I’ll send a maid in here tomorrow with new undergarments and a dress.” He places a tray with what looks like vegetable soup and a piece of bread on your lap. “There’s no point in hiding, I saw everything when I cleaned you up. Who do you think changed you?”
“M-My undergarments got ripped too?”
“You can borrow mine if you need them. Besides, we spent a night together three years ago so I know what your body looks like. It’s imprinted in my brain.”
“N-No thank you.” Besides, his would probably be too big on you anyway, you think. You sit in silence and eat the delicious soup that Tetsurou gave you, but you can only manage to eat a quarter of it, not feeling hungry. The image of Tetsurou slashing the goblins’ heads off makes it hard to eat.
“Why aren’t you eating? You’ve barely eaten half of it.”
“I-I’m not hungry.”
“It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to satisfy you. I can already tell,” he sighs. His words make you anxious, almost to the brink of agony. Of course, he doesn’t want you, you think. He never wanted to marry you in the first place. Tetsurou is facing the wall when you finally ask him the question you wanted to ask him back in Astos.
“Why are you taking me with you?”
“What do you mean?” Tetsurou clenches his jaw tightly as he turns around to face you.
“I know you didn’t want to marry me. So I don’t really know why you’re taking me with you. If… If you want a divorce I’d rather you tell me now.” With your trembling hands, you squeeze the covers and wait for him to reply.
“Did you just fucking say divorce?” You don’t dare to look at him, but you can hear in his voice that he’s agitated. Suddenly, both of his hands grab hold of your shoulders harshly.
“Were you with another man while I was off fighting for my life?” He almost screams.
“N-No!”
“Then why would you bring up a divorce?” His hold on you loosens a bit.
“E-Everyone said that when you came back that you’d divorce m-me and m-marry the royal princess, so I assumed—” You can’t finish your sentence as tears start to stream down your face. Of course he wouldn’t want you.
Sighing, Tetsurou scoops you up and places you on his lap bridal style. He softly starts kissing your tears away.
“I don’t know what silly rumors you’ve heard, but I turned down that proposal a long time ago.”
“Y-You did?”
“Yeah. I did. What kind of man would I be to accept such an offer when I swore a sacred vow before God?”
“But she’s the princess… She’s very beautiful.”
“Have you met Eleanora?” You shake your head. “She’s stubborn and relentless. I can’t stand women like that. Besides, palace life never suited me.” There’s a pause before he continues. “Are the rumors just an excuse for a divorce?”
If your father found out you were the one who divorced the hero of Paglor, he’d definitely have your head, and you didn’t want a divorce. You wanted to work this out, one way or another. You shake your head once again, your voice unable to speak.
“We are husband and wife,” Tetsurou says as he connects his forehead against yours. “Stop worrying. No matter what they say I’ll never divorce you. And never mention this again, I won’t tolerate it.”
Tetsurou places his hand on your bare thigh and slowly slides it up towards your most private part.
“N-No, wait.” He places you on the bed and removes the covers around your body. You try to cover yourself with his tunic, but you know it won’t work. “H-Hey.”
“Tetsurou.”
“What?”
“My name is Tetsurou. Not ‘hey’. You do know your husband’s name, don’t you?”
“I—” He doesn’t let you answer as he crushes his lips with yours, this time in a more passionate kiss. His lips travel down your jaw and he stops by your neck, leaving wet kisses all over. You don’t know what to make of this. You turn away which makes Tetsurou stop.
“You don’t want this?” He questions you. “We’re married, but I won’t force myself on you and do anything against your will.”
You watch him closely. This time you’ve actually talked to him and you want to be a good wife that can please your husband.
“I-I do want this… I just…”
“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he interrupts you and starts peeling off his clothes before he takes off yours. Once you’re both naked, he lifts your body and places you higher up on the bed, your head landing on the soft pillow. His lips land on yours, and he’s quick with invading you mouth, stroking every corner of your mouth. This time, you try to follow suit as he takes the command. His large hands caress your body: thighs, waist, breasts, until they land on your most private part.
“T-Tetsu—”
“Relax. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” His voice is dark and filled with hunger. His thumb starts to lightly rub figure eights on your clit and you clench your thighs together. It feels good, almost too good as you try to relax your body.
“You’re beautiful [y/n]. Now, spread your legs for me,” he compliments you as your body relaxes even more. You spread your legs and feel his manhood poke your inner thigh as his index finger slips inside your wet and aching cunt. You let out a whimper and try to hide your face with your arms.
“Don’t hold back. You don’t have to hide,” he speaks with a rough voice as he starts sucking on your nipple, his index finger going in and out of you at an even pace. He has barely touched you and you feel like a mess, your body reacting in a way it never has before.
Tetsurou curls his finger upwards and hits your delicate g-spot, making you let out a loud moan. You try to cover your mouth, but with his free hand, he pins both of your hands over your head. He starts to quicken his pace and adds another finger, thrusting deeper and harder with his fingers. He revels in how your juices are covering his thick digits, your walls clamping around them.
“Hold me tight, I’m not going to hurt you,” he speaks as he releases your arms, and you curl them around his neck. He removes his fingers from your opening and places both of his hands between your head, bracing himself as his thick girth enters you in one swift motion.
“God! I’ve missed this,” Tetsurou moans out and braces himself on his elbows, needing to be closer to you. He crashes his lips against yours again. “You feel amazing [y/n],” he moans when he pulls back and you can only reply with a returned moan. His breath fans your face and his heavy breathing echoes in your ear. The way he slowly fucks you is agonizing; it’s not enough. You need more.
You place your hands on his broad and muscular back, creating half-moons with your nails as Tetsurou quickens his pace. His girth goes in and out of your wet and tight hole, leaving you creaming juices all over his delicious cock. The sound of your lovemaking is the only thing that could be heard in the room.
Tetsurou listens as you moan into his ear, clearly showing how good he’s making you feel. He can’t feel anything else, only you and the way your walls clamp around him tightly when the head of his cock brushes your g-spot. He pulls his throbbing girth out, leaving only the head at your wet entrance before he thrusts himself back in, fully sheathing himself. Then he repeats the process over and over again.
Your legs wrap around his waist and hug him closer to you, giving him better and easy access to go even deeper. He pushes his length in all the way and hits your cervix, making you cry out.
“Fuck [y/n], I’m gonna cum.” You moan louder as he goes deeper inside you, an unfamiliar feeling erupting in your lower abdomen. You clamp harder around him and just as you’re about to say something, Tetsurou groans loudly, his palms fisting the sheets.
“Tetsu~” You moan into his ear as you finally release around his thick cock. Tears fall down your cheeks from climaxing, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. His seed spills into you and you feel as though you can’t breathe, completely full and filled with him.
Tetsurou is gasping, fighting to catch his breath as he tries to get his breathing to normal. Minutes pass by, Tetsurou and you are breathing in sync. You drown in this moment, letting it imprint in your brain as you both calm down from orgasming.
“Do you know how hard it was to leave you three years ago?” He lifts his head and locks gazes with you, setting his forehead against yours. “This is all I could think about while I was stuck in that hellhole. Me, touching you… and you coming completely undone in my arms.” His confession makes your heart flutter. You smile softly at him and he responds with an equally gentle smile.
“Be still, I’m going to clean you up.” He plants a soft and gentle kiss on your lips then pulls away from you, leaving you empty. Your body feels as though it’s been through a lot the past twenty-four hours. Your eyelids are heavy, but you try to keep them open, not wanting the moment to disappear just yet.
How someone as big as he is could be this gentle was beyond you. Thinking that you might’ve judged him too quickly, you have an inner battle with how you’re going to approach him in the future.
Tetsurou quickly returns with a wet cloth and starts to clean you up, but still being sensitive, you jerk at his touch on your most private part.
“I guess I tired you out,” he smirks as he notices how your energy is completely drained. Having no control over your body, you can’t help but shut your eyes as sleep consumes you.
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The morning sun shines brightly into the room, waking you up from your slumber. You groan, not wanting to get up yet, and try to change positions in bed, but are stuck. Something heavy is lying on top of you, holding you still.
You slightly turn your head around and see Tetsurou lying behind you, his bare chest pressing against your bare back. You can’t help yourself as you admire his soft expression when he sleeps, looking so content and calm.
You turn around so you can admire him more closely. He must be tired after being at war for three years, you think.
Your body moves on its own as you start to caress his cheek with your index finger, feeling the stubble on his chin.
Suddenly, his eyes flash open and you turn around, hiding your embarrassed expression.
“Oh, um… G-Good morning Tetsurou.”
“Morning indeed,” he answers and curls his arms around your frame, pulling you towards him again. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept fine.” He presses a kiss onto your nape, making your stomach flutter. “Are you in any pain?”
“N-No, I’m fine.” Thinking back to the first time you and Tetsurou had intercourse, this time was different. Maybe it’s because this time, you won’t be separated. This time, he’ll stay and not disappear into thin air.
“Did you enjoy last night?” He asks as he leaves a trail of kisses on your nape, the feeling of his lips making you shiver, goosebumps covering your whole body.
Thinking of how the night before was, you can’t remember feeling any remorse. You enjoyed it. The way he filled you up neatly and made you feel good, as though your whole body was burning makes you want to do it again.
You nod, forgetting that he had asked a question. Still embarrassed to look at his expression.
“Good. For me, it was heaven,” he expresses as he lays you down with your front on the bed.
“T-Tetsurou,” you try to fight him off, but with his heavy build, it’s impossible. You feel his hard girth rubbing between your buttocks, his hips grinding themselves on you.
Tetsurou’s lips travel from your nape to the side of your neck and up to your ears. “I need you again, [y/n],” he groans.
Leaning back on his knees, Tetsurou palms himself then lightly with his free hand, spreads your folds apart and sheaths himself inside you, cloaking himself.
“Fuck.” He throws his head back in pure bliss.
You grip the sheets with your fists and bite the pillow beneath you, trying to conceal your moans. You feel his weight over you as he braces himself onto his forearms.
“Look at me,” he demands, and you release your hold on the pillow and lean your head to look at him. He captures your lips with his own, his mouth invading yours. He’s fucking your mouth with his tongue while his cock fucks your sensitive and swollen cunt.
His cock retreats, only the tip remaining joined with you before slamming hard inside you. Repeating the process multiple times, you moan into his mouth, feeding him your arousal as he continues to give you what your body so desperately needs.
“Your pussy is swallowing me so deeply,” he groans into your mouth, and you can only moan in reply, out of words to speak.
Tetsurou leans back on his knees and spreads your cheeks apart with his large palms, each one covering your perfectly shaped ass. He squeezes your cheeks with his hands as if to have something to grip onto and then he starts ramming himself inside you like a wild beast.
Last night, he was loving and caring. This morning, he’s like a mighty dragon on a rampage, burning everything at its sight. Your whole body feels as though it’s on fire; the pleasure he’s giving you is burning you inside out.
Suddenly, there’s a heavy knock on the door which makes you stiff, and Tetsurou halts his movements.
“COMMANDER! EVERYTHING IS READY FOR DEPARTURE! YOU CAN CONTINUE THIS WHEN WE GET HOME!” A knight announces, and it makes your whole body tighten. As you do, you hear a groan from above you.
“YOU BETTER LEAVE NOW IF YOU WANT YOUR HEAD INTACT!” Tetsurou growls back like a beast. You start to relax as you hear the footsteps fade away.
“Fucking shit,” you hear Tetsurou mummer as he withdraws himself from you, making you let out a whimper from the loss. He hears it, and it makes his heart bleed for leaving you unsatisfied, but he knows that the knight is right. The quicker you arrive at Staerdale, the more time he can spend himself completely lost inside you.
Tetsurou dresses quickly, pulling on the scattered clothes from yesterday, wearing all black just like his hair. He turns around to speak to you and see that you’ve hidden underneath the covers.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“N-No it’s just that… he knew what we were up to.”
A laugh erupts from Tetsurou and you pull the covers down to watch him, a wide smile across his usually hard demeanor.
“Of course they know, those men are hornier than a bunch of lions,” he replies while striding towards you, squatting so he’s eye level with you. His right hand going to the back of your head and pulls it towards him, connecting his forehead with yours.
“I’ll send in a servant with some new undergarments and a dress,” he says and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead before standing up and striding to the door, and disappearing behind it.
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A soft knock on the door interrupts your fumbling with a strap on your back. Who would’ve known getting dressed alone would be so difficult?
“[y/n]? Are you ready?” Tetsurou asks as he opens the door and walks in, wearing his shining armor. You turn around to face him, a blush covering your cheeks.
“Sorry, I just can’t seem to—”
“Let me help you,” he interrupts and walks in, you face the wall so he can help you tie your dress. “There.”
“Thank you.” You turn around to face him.
“It looks stunning on you. I need to buy you more dresses,” he speaks determinedly. “Let’s go, we still have at least five days left until we reach Gadros.”
Grabbing your hand, he starts pulling you out of the room and towards the carriage.
“Well, look who finally decided to wake up. It’s the commander, boys,” you hear a knight snicker. Looking at him, you blush, knowing it’s mostly your fault that they even had to make this stop.
“Shut your mouth Morisuke or you’ll be sleeping outside the rest of the way,” Tetsurou fires back at the rather short knight, rendering all the other knights silent. In the corner of your eye, you spot a blonde knight, the same one who interrupted Tetsurou and your makeout session at Headow. He looks at you judgingly, and you bow your head. Tetsurou sees this and glares at everyone as he speaks next.
“This is my wife, [y/n] Kuroo. I hope you’ll treat her with respect,” he growls, clearly showing that he is the lord and commander of Staerdale. All the knights surrounding you place their left fists on their chests and bow, showing what great power and leadership Tetsurou has.
When you finally are seated inside the carriage, Tetsurou looks at you and sees your gloomy expression. It makes him aggrieved that his men wouldn’t treat you with respect.
“I’ll strangle them,” he growls, and you look at him and can’t help but smile. It’s only the second day that you spent with him and he’s already so protective of you. His mood suddenly turns around when he sees your bright smile and he can’t help but pull you in for a kiss.
His metal-gloved hand goes around to the back of your head, holding you in place as he thrusts his tongue inside your mouth. You let a moan escape your lips and a throbbing feeling between your legs erupts like fireworks.
A simple touch from him and I’m weak in the knees.
Pulling away, you open your eyes and see that his face is flushed like he’s caught a fever.
“I need some air.” Within seconds, he walks out of the carriage. “Taketora, fetch me Storm, and let’s get going.”
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As day turns to night and night turns to day, the days pass by slowly. Tetsurou still hasn’t come back into the carriage, and every time you tried to do something around camp to help, he always scolded you for being too fragile and sent you inside. Three long days had passed and it made you anxious—was he avoiding you?
“Let’s camp here for the night,” you can hear your husband announce which makes the carriage halt. You can barely feel your legs as you stand up and open the door to take a step out. The sun is setting, causing the sky to shine brightly orange.
You land on the gravel road and look around. The knights are quickly moving around to put up tents and a campfire. You reach inside the carriage for your cloak and when you turn around, you see that your husband has finally made his appearance in front of you, to scold you again.
“What are you doing?”
“I-I need to stretch my legs, they’ve fallen asleep.”
“Get back in, you’ll get sick.” His eyes are cold and expressionless, not like how they were before when he made love to you. He looks like a changed man, and you begin to wonder if you’d done something that might have upset him.
“I-I won’t get sick. I’m not that fragile,” you mutter the last words.
“[y/n], do as I say and get in the fucking carriage.” You swallow hard, holding back the urge to cry as you look down at the ground.
“H-Have I done something?” There’s a deafening silence and he doesn’t respond. You feel his gaze stabbing you, and you find the courage to lift your head and look into his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m such a bother and useless and—”
“Come with me,” he demands and grasps your wrist tightly in his metal-clad gauntlets, dragging you into the woods by the gravel road.
“T-Tetsurou, slow down you’re walking w-way too fast,” you cry out and it makes him halt, turn around and lift you, carrying you bridal style further into the woods.
“P-Put me down, I can walk on my own!” You try to sound determined, but fail as Tetsurou doesn’t let you down or slow down his strides. Looking around, you see trees all over the place, the ground is covered in grass, and as Tetsurou walked a bit further in, you see a lake in the middle. Thinking that he’ll let you down so you can bathe, you’re instead let down only to be pushed against a hard tree, making your breath hitch at the impact.
“You’re making me lose my fucking mind,” he groans before smashing his lips against yours, not giving you time to think before he pushes his soft and talented tongue inside, licking, grazing, and sucking like a hungry beast.
He presses himself against your body like a magnet, wanting and needing to be closer. He then pulls away, so he can remove his breastplate, pauldrons, gauntlets, and sword quickly.
“You haven’t done anything, it’s what we haven’t done. I’ve been holding myself back, not wanting to scare you away. You have no idea how hard it’s been for me. Not being able to touch you, to feel you underneath me as I fill you up.” He finally removes the last piece of his armor and presses himself up against you, and you feel his rock-hard cock trying to break free from its imprisonment in his pants.
“I can’t hold myself back any longer, not when you look at me like that. You want me too, you want me to fill you up.”
“T-Tetsu-rou,” you moan as his fingers stroke your cunt over your thin dress.
“How wet are you? Are you dripping for me?”
“I-I don’t—” He carelessly pulls your dress up and holds it around your waist as his fingers dip inside your panties. With his middle finger, he teases your opening, lubricating your nether regions effectively. You moan out and Tetsurou captures your moans in his mouth as he pushes his finger inside you. It goes in smoothly, your wetness drowning his finger.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans against your lips. You moan back in return as he adds his ring finger into your hole, his thumb giving your swollen bud the attention it so desperately craves.
He thrust his fingers into you with ease, his tongue keeps your mouth busy, not wanting the other knights to hear the sound of his wife’s pleasure. His free hand is braced against the sturdy tree.
“T-Tetsurou- I’m- I,” you feel lightheaded like you’re about to faint as the muscles in your lower abdomen and cervix clench hard, knowing you’re going to orgasm in any second.
“Yes, come for me. Come over my fingers,” he commands and you do. You release yourself around him, milking and squeezing his fingers like a madwoman, spasming violently as the rush your body was experiencing.
“Good girl,” he compliments you, drinking in the tears in your eyes and a lewd expression on your face. “I’m not finished with you quite yet,” he grunts as he unfastens his belt and pulls down his leather pants to his mid-thigh. He slides your panties to the side, ramming into you with one hard thrust. The stamina he possesses is beyond you as he lifts you.
“Wrap your arms and legs around me.” You do as you're told and he smashes your back against the tree, his hands holding your ass in place as he slides himself in and out of you. Your walls clench around him every time the tip nudges your g-spot. Still being sensitive from your previous orgasm, your body starts to shake, and Tetsurou loves every second of it.
“I love the way your body is reacting, it's erotic,” he smirks at you, flashing his satisfied expression at you and you moan. God, he's too good -looking for his own good. No one should be allowed to be that handsome.
Tetsurou places wet kisses on your jaw, trailing down, and licks your collarbone and neck up to your earlobe.
“I want you to come again.”
“I-I can't,” you lie as you feel your muscles tense, warning you that you're close.
“Yes. You. Can,” he pleads, thrusting harder into you. Grunting loudly at the impact. “Fucking come, [y/n]!”
“Tetsurou!” you mewl his name out in a moan that's like a song to him. He'll never get tired of hearing you moan. After three years of only hearing shrieks and cries from monsters, this was perfect satisfaction for him. He'd gladly go away on another expedition if he could feel you like this for the rest of his life.
“Fucking… coming! Aaah,” he moans into your ear, voicing his grunts as he ejaculates into you, filling you up to the brim. His release is so big and powerful that as he is still nestled inside you comfortably, his seed starts to leak out of your opening around his cock.
He pulls his head back and looks up to the sky. Closing his eyes, he lets the breeze cool his sweaty body before lowering your legs to the ground. They start to shake and nearly can’t hold your weight.. Tetsurou leans his head down and kisses your cheek, holding your body close to him as you try to regain the ability to walk.
You look at his face, pink from the heat he just experienced, his breathings uneven and eyes filled with lust as if he could go for another round. But you, on the other hand, are too tired and could fall asleep any minute. If it wasn't for Tetsurou holding you up, you would've sunk yourself on the grass and slept there tonight.
“We need to head back before I take you once again, and right now you need to rest.”
Pulling out of you is hard for Tetsurou, but he somehow manages to find the key in his heart to unlock himself from you, leaving you a whimpering mess as his cock is released from your hold. His juices seep out of your cunt, and you feel like you're losing a part of him when they do. Every time you've had intercourse with him, after some time, he'd always go back to his thick-skinned personality, and you’re curious if it will happen this time as well. Tetsurou tucks himself in and fastens his belt tightly around his hips while gazing at you, his face emotionless. But then he smirks as he looks at you and kisses you hungrily on the lips.
“You look truly fucked,” he smiles widely, and you heat at his words. That’s not how a lord is supposed to talk.
“T-Tetsurou!” You exclaim, and he lets out a heartfelt laugh.
“Want me to carry you back?”
“N-No. I can walk,” you proudly answer him and try to find your balance as you brace yourself against the tree. In the corner of your eye, you see Tetsurou putting on his armor. Once he is finished you’ve regained some energy in your legs so you can walk back to the carriage where you would be sleeping alone.
He walks towards you and brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“N-No,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze.
“Hey look at me. You have the most bewitching [y/e/c] eyes I’ve ever seen, don’t hide them. I like that I can make you react like that,” he smirks.
“I bet you do,” you murmur.
“C’mon, let’s head back before it gets too dark.” He holds your hand as he leads you out of the woods in awkward silence. After a while, you see the campfire and all the knights sitting around it, chatting, eating, and drinking. They spot you and Tetsurou coming out of the woods, and the short knight from three days ago looks at your husband as he speaks.
“What, done so soon my liege? Whew, I thought you had more stamina than that,” he snickers, which makes Tetsurou halt in his tracks. Looking up at his handsome face, you see his hazel eyes have turned dark as he smirks, turning to face the short knight.
“Sir Morisuke Yaku, it seems like you’re volunteering to stand guard tonight.”
“I—”
“Thanks for volunteering. What would I’ve done without you,” Tetsurou continues. “Anyone else who’d like to join Sir Morisuke?”
“No, sir!” You hear the other knights announce in unison.
“Let’s go,” he tells you irritatedly walking you towards your sleeping spot. You look away from his face and towards where the carriage is parked. The sun is finally setting and the sight is beautiful. Being locked up in a castle your whole life with nothing but mountains and trees made it impossible to enjoy a view like this.
Tetsurou stops by the carriage door but doesn’t open it. He looks at you with his usual emotionless expression.
“Once we get to Staerdale, I promise to make love to you properly.”
“O-Oka— Ouch!” You yelp, and Tetsurou looks at you worriedly.
“What is it?”
“S-Something… bit… me…” you slur.
Tetsurou looks at you and then down to the ground, seeing a thirty-centimeter poisonous salamander. His eyes widen as he looks back up to you, seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you fall towards Tetsurou, your body paralyzed.
“KENMAAAAAA!”
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haikyooot · 3 years
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Idol AU Hoshiumi for Thigh July Collab with the Church of Meian~
Please check out the other lovely pieces of writing and art here!
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mutter · 2 years
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Do you have more priest kink recs? asking for a friend
Sorry it took me so long to get to this! But yeah I have a few involving some of the jjk, bnha, aot and hq boys if that’s what you’re looking for?
Priest Daichi and this Priest Daichi | @/mintmatcha
Priest Iwaizumi | @/mitsuyaya
Off Your Tongue and Onto Mine and Priest Meian | @/iwaasfairy
- priest!meian x reader (hq)
sweet lies, sweet lies, sweet lies | @/mattyinc
- priest!armin x reader (aot)
Pick Your Poison | @/nanami-luvr
-incubus!gojo x reader x priest!nanami (jjk)
The Prioress | @/poiseuns
-priest!getou x reader (jjk)
No Church in the Wild | @/mindninjax
-priest!dabi x reader (bnha)
Father Figure | @/kirishimasensei
-priest!dabi x reader (bnha)
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kurinoot · 3 years
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-> so what if your father owed a rival mob large sums of money? it’s not like he can’t pay them, right? too bad he bargains something else that you didn’t expect...
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pairings: seijoh 4 x reader, oikawa x reader, matsukawa x reader, hanamaki x reader, iwaizumi x reader
themes: mafia au, explicit content, smut, unprotected sex, size kink, overstimulation, mentions of violence, implied drugging, language, basically every chapter will be full of nsfw shit so please read the warnings before reading them. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
notes: this was supposed to be like one chapter only but after every brain storming that I had with @vanille--kiss​ has turned this into a multi-chaptered mess LMFAO but anyways, this is my contribution for the meian crime family’s mayfia collab! so please also check out the other works from the other amazing writers and artists of the church! mwa! this is also in correlation to momma @vanille--kiss​‘ seijoh 4 mayfia art which you can find here! 
also, please note that I’m doing this while also juggling wanderlust and online classes LMFAOOOOO so yuh updates will be irregular but drop an ask or message if you wanna be included in the taglist PROVIDED THAT you have your age in your bio hmph
chant: zitti e buoni by maneskin
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i. tradimento
↳ seijoh 4
ii. dolce
↳ oikawa tooru
iii. sangue
↳ matsukawa issei
iv. andare
↳ hanamaki takahiro
v. lezioni
↳ iwaizumi hajime
🍷 𝒍𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆
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taglist: @vanille--kiss​ @anime-nymph​ @kinsurou​ @hogwarts--imagines​ @semisgroupie​ @kurosukii​ @bunbyy​ @rosesandtoshi​ @wisenerdcreator @ysatrap​​
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❌ church of meian collab mlist ❌ mayfia collab mlist ❌ potion rack mlist ❌
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wakaoujisenhime · 3 years
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Synopsis: While in Hyougo, looking for inspiration for your company’s upcoming fashion chain, you end up meeting some of the former Karasuno and Inarizaki volleyball team members with whom you sit together and recollect.
So how did this seemingly innocent get-together end up with you having former captain Kita and former Libero Nishinoya try out some thigh-flattering clothes?
tags/warnings: suggested Kita x reader x Nishinoya ✅ thigh appreciation/marking/biting ✅ some Kita in a skirt towards the end ✅
A/N: my first and slightly delayed contribution to The Church of Meian’s Thigh July collab! I originally planned to do this scenario for one of the boys but got swayed by the church’s babes to do both, so here it is! (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ Hope you enjoy and please make sure to check everyone else’s delicious works out as well! ♥️
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Your heart was thumping hard against your chest as you nervously fiddled with your fingers and looked around your living room. You were so skittish that even the smallest sound made you jump and fixate your vision towards the door of your guest room. After taking a deep breath you tried to let your thoughts wander away from the two men that were just beyond the door you were facing.
How did we even end up in this situation…?
Just this morning you’d arrived in Hyougo per your boss’ request to look for inspiration for your new fashion collection. You wandered for hours, observing farmers, workers, students, and whatnot until you decided to take a much-deserved lunch break, and since you were in the home country of the renowned Miya twins, what place was best suited for a short break than Onigiri Miya?
The moment you’d entered the small and humbly decorated shop, you were greeted by the owner himself and his former volleyball team’s captain Kita. While you exchanged the typical greetings with both men, the blond twin came down from the upper floor and, much to Osamu’s chagrin, joined in on your conversation. Just as you and Kita were about to leave and go back to your respective plans the front door was practically kicked open by a short young man and his two companions.
“Well, I’ll be damned…if it ain’t Karasuno’s libero, ace, and moral cheerleader, what’s got ya so far away from Tokyo?” asked Atsumu in a slightly condescending tone. But before anyone could even comment on that, Nishinoya, who most likely didn’t even hear what the man before him said, spread his arms out and happily suggested that you all stay together and recollect over some delicious onigiri. 
Thanks to everyone’s enthusiasm, you got roped into it as well and ended up being surrounded by several young men who happily jugged one beer after the other and argued about who gets to eat the last piece of meat. 
Fortunately for you, you weren’t the only one that had decided to keep their hands off of alcohol. Nishinoya and Kita had both preferred to stay sober in case something were to happen. 
The time flew by and before you’d noticed the group had started to disperse. Asahi, who was surprisingly sober enough to support Sugawara, had gotten up first, excusing himself and his friend, saying that they had to get up early tomorrow in order to catch their flight back to Tokyo. Minutes later Osamu decided to single-handedly put a stop to Atsumu’s flirtatious behavior to which you’d fallen prey to, so he simply threw his brother over his shoulder, apologized to you three, and asked you to simply turn the “OPEN” sign around when you left as he carried the wiggling man back upstairs. 
“Alright then…I think it’s time for me to leave as well” announced Kita with a small smile as he started preparing himself. With a firm nod, the young man next to him followed suit and you were about to do the same when an idea popped into your head.
“You two live quite far away, right?” you asked as you pointed your finger to Noya who nodded, telling you that the motel he stayed at was almost an hour away, then you directed your finger to the captain who confirmed that his house was situated at a very remote part of Hyougo.
“Then how about you guys stay over at my hotel room? It’s just a walk away from here and thanks to my boss it’s big enough to accommodate an entire volleyball team and its substitutes.”
Both boys couldn’t help but giggle at the metaphor you’d used and despite the small fear of inconveniencing you, they yielded eventually.
Everything was going smoothly at first, you brought them over, showed them around, discussed where they wanted to sleep, and even had some time to sit down and continue your chat from before, but then Kita, as conscious as he was, just couldn’t let your generosity go unpaid.
“(Y/N), I appreciate ya going to such lengths to help us out, but I can’t let this sit on me like that. Please tell me what ya’d like us to do as compensation.”
From the exaggerated way he talked, one would think that you had done some kind of heroic act and his words were unfortunately inspiring enough for Nishinoya to start demanding the same. 
And just like that the two of them had backed you into a corner. You were so overwhelmed that you didn’t know what to tell them so that they were satisfied, but then your eyes caught a glimpse of a red suitcase you had tucked away under the sofa. 
“I…I think I know how you can repay me” you silently announced as your hand reached for the object. Both men remained silent as they waited for your terms.
“You see…the reason I’m here is that I was asked to look for inspiration for our company’s upcoming fashion collection and uh…how should I put this…?” Your internal struggle was obvious and the fact that your cheeks were flushed told the men that whatever you were about to ask wasn’t easy for you, so to take some of your nervousness away, Noya placed one of his hands on top of your and with his other one he gave you a thumbs up.
“W-Would you two be willing to try on some of these clothing pieces and model for me?”
The silence that followed made you anxious and you immediately regretted uttering that question, preparing yourself for a rejection, but before you could take it back Kita giggled, followed by a heart-warming laugh from the former Libero.
“So that’s all? Why are you even hesitating on asking us to model for you?” The nonchalance with which both of them reacted to your request was truly unexpected. While you still tried to process this turn of events, the suitcase was taken from your grasp and the men retreated to the guest room to change into the clothes you’d prepared for them…
And here you were, waiting for them for almost 15 minutes. Your nervousness was partially to blame because you couldn’t quite tell them what kind of clothes you’d tucked away in that red rectangular container and the fact that they were in that room for an unnatural amount of time made you wonder whether they’d given it up.
N-No, calm down! They most likely h-have some difficulties with fitting into the garments, si–
…no wait…didn’t boss give me the medium ones…?
While you panicked internally, you failed to notice the two men that slowly exited the room in front of you and with slow steps closed in on you.
“(Y/N)?”
“W-We finished changin’.”
Their soft voices finally caught your attention, making you instinctively look up and the first thing that you noticed was their legs. 
Kita had chosen the pair of black latex jeans while Noya had settled for the leather ones. With wide eyes, you take in the view before you. The two defense specialists, whose thighs were so well-toned, were wearing such tight and figure-enhancing pants that you just couldn’t help but stare at their lower bodies. 
Being stared at was nothing new for these two, but the way your beautiful and big eyes were fixated on them just because of some unnatural wear, made their cheeks heat up and redden ever so slightly. 
“Sooo should we turn or strike some kind of pose?” asked the brown-haired young man with his usual big grin. Before answering him you had to swallow first and then proceeded by affirming his question. 
”I need to design something that brings out the wearer’s thighs, s-so if you could…bend forward, kneel or something of that sort, i-it might help.“ 
A word and a blow, not even a second passed and you watched as the men before you started to arrange themselves in rather compromising positions. The libero went back a few steps, now facing the couch, raised his left knee, and placed it on the armrest. Kita, on the other hand, moved closer to the soft rug next to you, got on his knees, and though a little challenged by the tightness of his jeans, he stretched his left leg back, while he bent his right one at a 90-degree angle before him.
When they were ready, their eyes darted to you, eagerly awaiting your comment or reaction. You cleared your throat and nodded a few times before praising them for the fitting poses. 
Having two men dressed in these rather kinky garments excited you more than initially expected. The urge to go up to them and get more touchy-feely than necessary grew with each passing second you stared at them, until you decided to blame whatever you were about to do on that one glass of alcohol you had drunk some hours ago.
You walked towards the captain and intentionally circled him a few times at a slow pace. You knew fully well that this pose was difficult to maintain for a long time, but the moment you saw the slight tremble of his legs, you just couldn’t help yourself.
“Kita-san, please try to stand still.”
“Forgive me (Y/N), it’s just–”
“Give me your hands” you suddenly ordered, interrupting whatever he was about to say. He did as told and placed both of his hands in yours, slightly squeezing them for additional support. With a small smile, you explained what you were about to do and asked him whether he could manage to hold his balance for at least a couple more minutes. It took the young man a few seconds to answer, but he was set on repaying you so a little strain was a small price for your kindness. 
You took a deep breath and slowly lifted your hands, causing Kita to raise his own and with them the fabric of his white shirt, revealing the high waist of the latex jeans. 
Oh god…I knew it
“Please hold this position for a little and try to move as little as possible, I’ll have to touch you a couple of times to…to get a better grasp of the material and its effects on your body, ok?”
“G-Got it” answered the captain in a silent voice and closed his eyes. You unobtrusively bit your lower lip as you squat down and gently placed your hands on the man’s waist, an unexpected gesture that managed to educe a surprised gasp from the young man. This trousers’ waist, which was covering the entire abdominal area until it stopped a little over the navel, was designed the same way as a corset, meaning it had ribbons on both sides where your hands now were and an entire row of beautifully designed buttons running down to where his underwear probably began. 
You slowly moved his shirt up and savored the sight of his slightly trembling abdominal muscles, then continued down to his thighs, his delicious thighs. If you thought the tremble of his tummy was satisfying to look at then ready yourself for something even better. The way he tensed his muscles up every time your fingers trailed his body, combined with his reddened cheeks and slightly heavy breathing made you want to tease him even more and you did. 
“Ok Kita-san I want you to let yourself fall back as slowly as you can and when you’re lying on your back, please stretch out both of your legs so that your soles point to the ceiling” you commanded while you hooked your arm behind his back for the additional support he needed to perform the thing you asked of him. If it weren’t for your hand that didn’t let up even once from his left thigh, his movements might have been a tad more elegant. 
After almost a minute you had the young man on his back with his legs outstretched, just as you wanted…but was this enough?
“Please don’t be surprised, but I have to…step on you”
“Wha–” 
Kita’s wide brown eyes looked up at you in embarrassment as he felt your foot gently push against the back of his thigh. His hand immediately darted to both his mouth and your leg, but before his trembling fingers could reach you, you began moving your foot ever so slightly from one side to the other, enjoying how pleasant the plush skin beneath your sole felt. You’d lost yourself for a second and failed to notice just how close your foot was to the man’s most sensitive area and if it weren’t for the silent mewl that reached your ear, you most likely would’ve stepped on it as well.
In a slight panic, you set down the former captain’s legs and helped him sit upright.
“I-Is that enough (Y/N)..?” he then asked in a silent voice as he tried to look away from both you and Nishinoya, attempting to hide his flushed cheeks and the small tears in the corner of his eyes. You would’ve loved to go even further but seeing him that disheveled forced you to give him a break, at least while you were busy with the other boy behind you.
The two of you watched as the young man retreated into the guest room on wobbly legs. You sighed to yourself, your conscience nagging you with questions such as why you had to go so far and what you were even thinking, and just as you were about to sit back down on the floor Noya’s cheerful voice chirped in: “And, what am I supposed to do?”
When your eyes focused on the shorter man you saw him strike his earlier pose once again with a satisfied grin on his face. Looking at him genuinely enjoying himself made you smile and you wondered whether he’d be able to hold out more than the man before him.
“Could you…step on me?”
He was quite taken aback by your question and his slightly flushed cheeks let on that he was more embarrassed by your request than he might’ve expected. It didn’t take him long to agree though, which in turn caught you off guard.
As he slowly closed the distance between you two, you used this opportunity to take a better look at the pair of jeans he’d picked out. In contrast to Kita’s, Nishinoya’s were made out of leather. They seemed looser and if it weren’t for the laces that were tied around his thighs, up until they reached the area a little above his knees, you were sure that they wouldn’t have fit him. Additionally to this little perk, the designer had chosen to cut from the leg opening up to the middle of the wearer’s shins and then cord it, similarly as most sneakers, making this particular set of trousers more skin-revealing than the former one you “inspected”.
The moment the man was finally in front of you, he didn’t lose any more time than necessary and immediately asked where he should put his foot. With a satisfied smile, you explained that your shoulder was the main goal, but if the laces were too tightly bound then he could set his foot down lower, on your chest for example.
You watched as the young man slowly raised his left leg and as carefully as he could positioned it right between your neck and shoulder. Thanks to the slight tremble of his foot it was easy for you to tell that he didn’t put his entire weight on you, most likely out of fear of injuring you. A small grin adorned your lips as you moved your shoulder a bit and watched Noya freak out and almost lose his balance and fall down. Luckily for him, your reactions were quicker than his and you had taken a tight hold of his leg and hips, supporting him as well as making sure that he didn’t ruin his position. But now, thanks to your little escapade, he was forced to lean on you, so except having one hand on your shoulder and the other on your head, his crotch was dangerously close to your face.
“Um…(Y/N)? C-Can I just redo the pos–“
“Don’t move…this is perfect!”
Confused by your sudden enthusiasm, the young man took a glance down at you and saw how intensely you started at both his thighs and groin. Not wanting to embarrass himself any further, Noya copied the man before him and closed his eyes, giving you the freedom of doing whatever you wanted yet again.
You didn’t want to admit it, but there wasn’t a better way this could’ve worked out. Not only were you able to see how the tightly bound laces made some of his flesh bulge out in between them, but also how these pants had neither a button nor a zipper, and the wearer had to make use of the strings, that circled their thighs, to steady them. You slowly opened your mouth and bit the end of the laces, tugging on them slightly.
“W-Wait, if you do that then-!”
With a smile plastered on your face, you loosened the bow just enough that only the knot remained and murmured: “Sorry, had to make sure that such flashy trousers were sturdy enough to withstand a feline’s possible attack.”
A weak excuse which’s logic he first had to comprehend while you made use of his confused state in order to place your hands on his buttocks and squeeze them as much as the fabric allowed you to. While your hands kneaded his firm buttcheeks, you rubbed your cheek on his thigh, explaining that you and to test whether this design was comfortable for pets. You remained that way for a couple of minutes and softly kissed the young man’s trained leg before slapping his ass a few times, and finally allowing him to stand by himself.
To escape any uncomfortable questions from him, you quickly reached for the notepad you’d placed on top of the decorative table close to you and started scribbling down some nonsense, giving off the impression that whatever you were doing right now was truly work-related and not simply for your own pleasure. Only when you heard the door to the guest room shut behind him did you look up, burying your face in your hands not short after.
Just what am I doing, using them like that…?
Your excuse of using them as reference material was somewhere true, but stepping on Kita and kneading Nishinoya’s ass were not necessary advances you’d done only for the sake of satisfying your curiosity.
Left alone with your guilt, you waited for another ten minutes wondering once more what took them so long. As far as you remember, your boss had only put in these two sets of trousers and two other special items he refused to elaborate on further, telling you to find out for yourself. Now that you thought back, you remembered the pervy grin your boss had shot you after mentioning the suitcase and its mysterious contents, and you couldn’t help but be curious as to what the two men were about to put on and present you.
Speak of the devil, not even a second after you’d formulated your thought and the door opposite of you cracked open as the two young men slowly walked out.
I’m done for…
Before you stood the former Inarizaki captain with what looked like to be a schoolgirl’s skirt and fishnet tights, next to him Karasuno’s legendary guardian of the backcourt with overknee black stockings that he’d attached to his black boxer shorts with the help of a leather garter belt. 
Saying that you were at a loss for words was an understatement, this was absolutely jaw-dropping. Now that their legs were almost entirely exposed you just had to come up with some type of irrefutable excuse that would make it possible for you to not only touch their bare skin but also taste it.
You crossed your arms in front of your chest and covered your mouth with your hand, giving them the impression that you were lost deep in your thoughts when in reality you tried to hide your blushing cheeks.
“Ok before I do anything, I need to ask you guys if…if you can deal with pain” you began and observed how they looked at each other and then slowly nodded. 
In order to make up for your earlier teasing, you decided to directly tell them what you were planning this time, instead of keeping them in the dark.
“I need to test something out…you see, with such revealing pieces of clothing the buyers often focus on how good pantyhose such as these can hide markings or injuries, s-so I need to mark your thighs as reference” you paused and gave them a couple of seconds to process the explanation you’d offered them before continuing, “the way I want to mark you guys, will have to be with…my teeth. Usually, we’d use a marker or makeup, but neither of those would produce good results with these particular choices of material, especially Nishinoya’s might pose a bigger problem than the ones on Kita-san.”
While you dished out something that sounded professional enough to convince them, you were surprised at yourself and your creativity concerning these white lies. The moment you’d wrapped up your monologue you intended to give them some space so that they could think it over, but much to your surprise, they were quicker on board than expected.
“Are you two s-sure? I mean…I’m asking to bite your thighs here, you know?”
Nishinoya put both his hands on his hips and puffed his cheeks out as he answered: “Yeah so what of it? It won’t be the first time my thighs end up bruised.”
“I agree n’ more than that, we promised to do anythin’ to repay ya, remember?” added Kita with a small smile.
Yes of course…anything to repay me, huh?
The captain’s last few words left a bitter feeling behind, but you shoved it aside and figured that both of them most likely used that excuse to fulfill their own fantasies, just like you did, so in a sense you guys were even, right?
You focused on their legs once more and decided to start with Nishinoya first, so you commanded him to slowly remove the garter belt on his right leg, but the moment his nimble fingers had taken a hold of the leather you immediately stopped him.
“It might be better if someone who has no experience with it takes it off…Kita-san, please undo it for him.”
A small nod that represented said man’s answer was all you got before he got on one knee and started undoing the accessory. You had to admit that the older man’s overly gentle and careful way of loosening the small buckle warmed your heart, but regarding the entire picture, namely Kita in a skirt, kneeling, which caused the fishnet pattern around his legs to dig into his skin, making the plush of his thighs stick out, while Nishinoya stood above him in nothing but a shirt, boxers, and of course, the black stockings that perfectly hugged his toned legs, made your heart thump harder against your chest with each passing second.
Kita whispered a silent done and got back on his feet as he gently unclipped the garter belt from the libero’s briefs, letting it fall along the perfect curves of the young man’s leg. With a small nod, Noya readied himself for you and tried to somehow position his arms so that they don't get in your way. 
You copied the white-haired young man before you, kneeling and softly rolling down the black fabric, exposing some of his slightly tanned skin. With your right hand, you steadied his hips, minimizing his movements, and with your left, which you hooked under his thigh, you were now able to turn or raise it the way you needed. To avoid a similar fall from before, you asked if the captain could support Nishinoya, which he affirmed and got behind him, taking a hold of his hands and whispering something that sounded like I’m here, don’t be afraid, I got you.
God, these two…
You turned the young man’s leg in such a way that the inner side of his thigh was facing you and slowly let your teeth sink in his flesh, gradually hardening your bite until it almost pierced his skin. Millimeters before you could draw blood, you stopped and let your tongue glide along the marks you left behind. Without moving yourself too much, you simply turned his leg a little to the side and once again planted your mouth on his still flawless skin, but this time you gently clamped a portion of his flesh between your teeth, started sucking on it until it reddened and finally took on a bluish-purple tone, only then did you let up completely, licked your lips and looked up. The young man above you was leaning on Kita’s shoulder, panting slightly, and looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. You swallowed audibly, rolled the black fabric back up, and gently patted his thigh as a form of release. While he recomposed himself, you took a step back and looked at what you’d accomplished. The bite mark you’d left behind on his inner thigh was barely visible, the hickey on the other hand was quite eye-catching. 
You once again grabbed the notebook and scribbled something in it while Kita praised the young man with a rather awkward smile and tried to prepare himself mentally next for what was about to come.
At first, you confirmed the former captain’s readiness, then proceeded to ask Nishinoya for support this time, and finally offered your upper leg for him as some kind of footstep for him to step on, just so you could see his flesh stick out from the rhombus-shaped patterns of his stockings and poke at them for a short while. You asked him questions such as whether he felt uncomfortable or if it hurt when the string-like material pressed down on his skin, only when he answered these questions negatively did you place your hand on his leg, moved closer, and bit down on his stockings, tearing them easily with your bare teeth. That unexpected action of yours successfully managed to make the young man take a deep breath and cause him to hold on tighter to Noya’s hands.
At this point, you couldn’t even bother to come up with an excuse and simply started biting down on the exposed skin. You were so lost in observing how the teeth marks and hickeys you left behind gradually darkened, that only when Kita placed his hand on top of your head did you look up to see his cheeks redder than before and a small smile adorning his lips.
You gave the injuries you’d inflicted a gentle kiss and once again returned to scribbling in the notebook.
“How long do ya plan on keepin’ that fake writin’ up?” 
The sudden question caught you off guard, causing you to stop writing mid-stroke.
“W-What…?”
With wide eyes, you looked at both men who started at you with their mesmerizing sharp eyes. 
Nishinoya extended his hand towards you with a smile and said: “I’m sure you still need more references for your designs, right? So just come over here and do whatever you’d like…”
…we still have to properly pay you back after all
And with that, you finally dropped the notebook, and your act along with it. Now that you were aware of their true intentions and feelings there was no need for you to hold back anymore. 
A few more experiments weren’t going to harm anyone, right? 
Since all of this was for the upcoming fashion chain…right?
It’s not like you’d planned all of this out beforehand…
…right?
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Shugo Meian + “Can’t take my eyes off of you“
This is the 18th Oneshot for the Valentines Day Event! Thank you so much for requesting/participating!
**Also, thank you for requesting Meian, i’ve been wanting to write for him for *forever*”
Character: Meian x reader
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Meian took yet another look in the mirror, running a hand through his styled black hair as he sighed, turning to face his friends once again. “Are you sure everything is straight? The tie’s not crooked is it?” Barnes just smiled as he shook his head, Adriah saying ‘nope’ as Inunaki rolled his eyes, “No cap, your bow tie is still not crooked-” He winced as Adriah elbowed him, rubbing his shoulder.
 Ignoring the sass of his shorter teammate Meian returned his gaze to the mirror, nervously gulping as he ran his hands through his hair one more time, admiring the tux the two of you had picked out.  Today was the day you married the love of your life, Shugo Meian. You guys had had a pretty short engagement, it being not even a year as you both just wanted to get married. The wedding was in 15 minutes, and he had to be at the altar in 5.
 In the small room with him were his best man, Oliver Barnes, and 2 out of 6 of his groomsmen. Originally, Adriah, Inunaki, Sakusa, Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata had all been in the room. But seeing as they were much better suited for causing stress than for alleviating it, they were now patiently waiting elsewhere. “Everything's going to be fine, you really don’t have that much to worry about.” He nodded at that, thanking Barnes for his words of encouragement as he took a deep breath.
 “Okay...let’s do this!” Walking out of the room he started towards the altar, Barnes following closely behind him while Adriah and Inunaki went to collect the 4 troublemakers. He pushed the doors open, walking down the aisle and taking his place in front of the officiator, Barnes coming to stand behind him while the other 6 took their places to his left. He briefly checked his watch ‘3 minutes...’ He thought back to the first time you had met, 3 years ago. You worked as an elementary school teacher and had brought your class on a field trip to the MSBY Black Jackals. 
Meian, being the good captain he was, wanted to make sure the kids got the best possible experience they could. He had gone into the couch’s office to meet the teacher, just to tell them about what they had planned and to make sure it was okay. His jaw almost dropped as he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen standing in front of the coach’s desk, offering him a kind smile as he entered. After the day had ended, he had of course gotten her number. Meian smiled as he remembered how flustered you had been; getting the attractive captain of MSBY’s number had not been on your list of expectations for the day, but you definitely weren’t complaining. 
You guys had hit it off really well, so it was no surprise to anyone when he had proposed 10 months ago. And now here he was, 1 1/2 minutes away from marrying the love of his life. He fidgeted with his tie before clasping his hands in front of him again, trying to keep a calm expression despite the absolute turmoil he was experiencing.
  ‘30 seconds...’ He took a deep breath as he very briefly closed his eyes before reopening them and releasing the breath. The church doors swung open as his head snapped up to see you. You started down the aisle, one arm wrapped tightly around your fathers, while the other held your gorgeous bouquet of (Favorite Flowers~). He felt his jaw go slack at the dress you had chosen, noticing how perfect it fit and how well it brought out your beauty.
 It wasn’t until his eyes met yours that the first tear slipped down his cheek. This was real. He really was marrying the love of his life, his best friend. He chuckled as he wiped the few tears that had fallen with his handkerchief, holding back more as you came to stand before him, taking his hands in yours with the biggest, and brightest smile of yours he had ever seen, whispering a small ‘Hi’ as you did, his smile growing as you did. 
And as the ceremony continued the smile never disappeared off of his face. Because this was what his forever looked like, this was who he’d be spending the rest of his life with. And as he slipped the diamond ring on your finger, and you slipped the golden band onto his, he honestly could not think of a single thing he could ever want more.
“At long last, love has arrived, And I thank God I'm alive, You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off of you“
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OK IMAGINE that for father meian and his angel's first time, it happened because she went to the confessional booth to confess how he was making her feel lust and other things she shouldn't, not knowing that it was his shift at the confessional today so she was basically directly telling him how she wanted him so bad and well, what's a man to do but "help her repent" by fucking the lust out of her right in the booth? 🥺🥺- 😇nonnie
Well I imagined in OFTAOM that Meian wasn’t actually her first and that she’d confessed this which made him very very :(( upset and a bit jealous because the pretty, pure girl he loves seeing in church is now “ruined” (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) but I really really like this too,, thank you sweet baby
tw priest!meian, sacrilege, religious guilt, manipulation
“Father Meian?” you almost tumble off the kneeler when he appears, towering over you as always. Despite being such a grand, overwhelming presence, it’s easy to forget that he also exists outside of your dreams and thoughts. You pale a little under his sharp eyes, unsure of what to say now that you’ve spat out the secret you’ve been trying your hardest to keep inside you. But confession came, and you thought I’d be right to say it aloud. Wrong, so clearly wrong, you think as he clicks his tongue, before reaching out a hand to help you up from your knees.
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. There’s— I- I should confess that I have had- s-sinful thoughts about one of the members of this Church, for a little while now. And I’ve prayed every night, I swear! But the thoughts won’t leave me alone, I don’t know what to do, Father. I need your guidance.” All of it had flown out so easily earlier, but now you can feel it grow on you like a coat of ice, and you instantly look away from him to the floor. He keeps your hand in his, thumb softly rubbing the knuckles. And he sighs, before he walks you out of the one room over to where he was seated. Separated, in silence, with your heart banging against your ribcage so hard it deafens you.
You only realize he asked you something when he turns to you and raises his brows, sitting back down in the chair and leaving you upright. Which still has you about eye level with him. “Sorry?” you quickly ask, pulling your hand away from him to fist it into your shirt. “I was lost in thoughts.”
“I asked you if you could tell me, exactly,” he takes a deep breath as he leans back, “which Priest it is that you’re having these sinful thoughts about.” He crosses his arms over his wide chest. Your eyes automatically drop down to watch the motion, before you look away again, cheeks heating up. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, after all, and-”
“I think you know,” you cut in, voice so squeaky and quiet it should be laughable. “W-we always catch each other’s eyes when he’s speaking and he helped me when I came back to Church- a few months ago.” He pauses. And you know you shouldn’t, but you can hardly lie to him. You don’t even want to know what kind of repentance you’d have to do for something so deceitful. But then he suddenly takes your arm and pulls you close enough so that your face is right in front of his. “F-Father—”
“The one who touches you like this?” he asks, other hand coming up to brush past your cheek. “Or is there more than one occupying your thoughts?”
“Just the one,” you whisper. And his stern frown softens enough to have your heart mellowing, heating you from the inside out. Because while it’s true, and oh- it’s an almost suffocating truth, you still know it’s wrong. You’re wrong for feeling this way towards him, the shame feels sticky where he touches you.
“Hm, well,” he mumbles back, finally letting go of you to leave your desperate heart pattering, “that is quite the situation you’ve worked yourself into. But I think I might have the solution for your problem. Stand still.” Then he gets up from the chair to back you into the wooden wall behind you and you hold your breath, eyes closing as he leans down. Before you know it his lips are on yours, tongue going past the seam of your lips to melt with yours. Your knees almost buckle when he presses up against you more.
“Father Meian,” you squeak when his mouth moves to your jaw, along your ear and neck and hands sliding up the length of your body. “What are you-”
“Shh, quiet now.” His voice so deep and demanding, it leaves you restless. And the thoughts are instantly back, which makes you bite your lip. You can’t be thinking these things, not when you just asked for his help. But it’s so hard not to. You just want more of his touch. “Unless you don’t want my help, of course,” he adds, looking back at you with a frown. ‘Please,’ you mouth though, and he grunts. “Then keep it down, and get on your knees for me.”
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