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Silly boys who think they don't already love you.

Silly boys who can't understand why their cock twitches in their pants everytime they get too close to you. You're just friends right?

Silly boys who can't help but think of you when they jerk off. And then they get hard right after cumming because their silly little mind thought of your pretty pussy.

Silly boys who want to be beneath you. Who want your hands around their neck while fucking them into oblivion. Oh no! They shouldn't think like that, because you're just friends right?

Silly boys who realize just how much they love you when you confess first and fuck them dumb afterwards. I'm talking, head thrown back, no words, eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out kind of fucked dumb.

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Pairing: Omega!Bokuto x Alpha!f!reader

Tags/tw: Body insecurity/reassurance, hurt/comfort, listen we are taking care of him okay, nipple play, oral, anal fingering, anal sex, knotting, heavy praise kink, thighs thighs thighs, creampie

WC: 7.1k

A/N: For those who are unfamiliar with abo, female alphas have dicks but they’re still women!! They still have boobs and feminine features. This is strictly an abo universe thing, it’s not a comment on anything else.

A/N2: Me and @meiansmistress (thanks for beta-ing my love <3) were thirsting and thinking and got to talking about how criminal it is that there’s hardly any female!alpha fics out there, so we decided to do something about it 😤💞 At the bottom of this fic you’ll find a link to the sister fic to this one, with Omega!Osamu

Bokuto Koutarō, wing spiker of the MSBY Jackals, is not the alpha most believe him to be. He looks like one, with sharp canines and an intimidating physique with his towering height and bulging muscle; he even somewhat smells like one, he’s been told quite often. 

So that’s what he started letting people believe. It was easier—and somewhat less painful—than the raised eyebrows, surprised exclamations and judgemental looks on the rare occasions when Bokuto shared the truth: 

That he’s actually an omega.

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How They Eat You Out

fandom: haikyuu!!

warnings: cunnilingus, overstimulation, mean(ish) dom, soft dom, sub! reader

a/n: don't come @ me, this is just headcannon

[ALSO POINTING OUT: this is AFTER the timeskip, when they are all ADULTS]

his hands caress your hips, fingertips dancing against your skin, as you tremble with pleasure beneath him. slow, agonizingly slowly, his tongue pushes into your folds and out. he hums in tandem with your moans.

a string of curses escapes your lips when he gently sucks on your clit, and his hands move from holding you in place to your hands. he holds you with such care, such love, such affection that the next wave of pleasure that washes over you sends you over the edge.

as you cry out, your orgasms ripping out of you, his ministrations become even more gentle. he kitten-licks your clit, holding your hands tight as you tremble. his tongue moves back down to your folds and continues to fuck you slowly, carefully, as you come down from your high.

with a soft pop, he sits up and looks deep into your eyes, a pleading smile on his wet lips.

"was that good, baby?" he asks. "can i have another? please, you taste divine, just one more?"

then he sinks his face back into your pussy, and you feel like you're on cloud 9.

asahi, daichi, yamaguchi, hinata, lev, yaku, kenma, ushijima, bokuto, kita, osamu, aran

he chuckles darkly, lips still flush against your pussy as you cry out from yet another orgasm, the rumbling vibrations of his voice making you see white.

your hands push against his head, trying to move his face away from your overstimulated cunt, but he simply grabs you by the wrists and pins you down. his tongue flicks against your throbbing clit once, twice, three times before he sucks on it.

you're cross-eyed from unbearable pleasure at this point. your voice comes out in broken whimpers and gasps. and he loves hearing every bit of it.

"what's wrong, baby?" he taunts. "too much? aw, is this too much for your pretty pussy?" he sucks on your clit even harder, and you let out a scream. "too. fucking. bad."

tsukishima, sugawara, iwaizumi, oikawa, kyoutani, kuroo, tendou, shirabu, akaashi, suna, atsumu

Hi i really loved ur content about submissive Kenma. Can u write a fic about kenma again🥺🥺 like the reader was so jealous because some ramdom girl is flirting with kenma. Thats why she ended up fucking him all night u knaurr

jealousy, jealousy | sub!kenma kozume

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, pegging, possessiveness/jealously, begging, jealous sex, aftercare is mentioned though its not written, established relationship, slight crying

note : oh my god thank you! 😳

and im sorry but i forgot to write how the reader kept fucking him all night :,)

"Oh hello~ you're rather cute, aren't you?" You ignore the voice, thinking it was just a girl hitting on a random person. That's until you hear the high pitched voice again asking the person for their number, except it was closer this time and a familiar voice answers afterwards.

"N-No thanks... I'm not i-interested.."

You stray your attention from the item in your hand to the familiar voice and furrow your eyebrows when you see the scene.

Kenma, who's your boyfriend to make it clear, being flirted on by this clueless girl who, though he denied her advances once already, thinks she still has a shot and keeps on trying to talk to him. She's getting rather close to him too, making him have to take small steps backward in order to keep the distance between them comfortable, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You feel anger bubble up inside your body as you furrow your eyebrows, glaring at the girl. You know the emotion you're currently feeling loud and clear: jealously.

Knowing how Kenma hates being social and would rather stay inside and play video games over anything else, your boyfriend is probably hating all the attention that he is currently getting from her. Hell, judging by the facial expression he has on it seems that he would rather be anywhere else than at that very spot.

Having dated him for a while now, you know the poor boy won't find it in him to be able to find the words to shut her down directly. That's where you come in.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down before you mindlessly do something you would regret. Walking towards the two, Kenma sees you and his eyes immediately light up, begging you to help him out of the situation.

Grabbing his hand more harsher than you meant, you immediately begin walking towards the cashier section while completely ignoring the girl right there.

"C'mon, babe. I'm done getting everything."

Kenma blushes at the venom in your tone. He could feel the jealousy radiating off you and honestly? It's rather hot.

But he can't help but be nervous about what's going to happen to him.

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"P-Please! i'm s-sorry!" He lets out another sob as you hit all the right spots in him with your strap. Due to the sheer size of it, it fills him up almost too perfectly, making him whine and whimper underneath you as you continue to pound his insides.

Tears brim his eyes as you brutally fuck him stupid. All he can do is lay there as pleasure courses through his body in waves making him unable to do anything without being shocked with pleasure seconds later. He's a pillow princess, really, but oh do you love it.

Mere minutes if not seconds after you entered the shared apartment between you two do you already have him trapped on the bed underneath you, one of your biggest straps entering and exiting him easily and quickly due to prep. His top half is still covered by a hoodie as you were too focused on revealing his bottom half.

"Oh don't worry, baby." You clench your teeth. Your thighs are absolutely burning but you don't dare stopping for even a second. You remember how touchy the girl was being with Kenma and you speed up your thrusts even more, jealously fueling your adrenaline. "I know you're sorry. Just gotta make sure that the next time that girl sees you-," you start to say. "Well the next time anyone has their eye on you, they'll see the hickeys on your neck and decide to leave what what's mine alone."

A shiver runs down Kenma's spine as your possessiveness makes blood run far down his body. His hands make its way into your back, latching on and digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss from the slight pain it causes. The grip you have on his hips is hard enough to leave a mark but it allows you to easily fuck in and out of him and be able to control the pace.

"You're mine, yeah? No one else's. Mine."

He whimpers as a particular thrust of your strap has him arching his back and letting out a almost pornographic moan. Fuck, he looks absolutely breathtaking right now.

"Y-Yes- fuck! I'm y-yours."

You latch your teeth onto his neck and bite down, making Kenma mewl out from the slight pain. Making sure to leave a few more bite marks and love bites, you lick a few to soothe the pain. You don't care if they only stay for a few days, knowing you would leave more in the near future.

"Fuck- i'm close!"

With that information, you switch from quick, hard thrusts to slower, deeper ones that make Kenma's toes curl and eyes roll from the sheer pleasure he's feeling. He lets out another moan.

"Go on, baby. Cum for me, alright?"

And with that, Kenma lets loose. Whines, moans, and whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend stains the bed and his hoodie with cum. You continue slowly fucking him to ease him down from his high and Kenma whines from sensitivity when you pull out, leaving him to clench around nothing.

"Good boy," you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes red from the praise, almost as if you weren't fucking his brains out mere seconds ago. "You did so good for me." You're about to leave to clean him up until he grabs your arm, stopping you. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Um... w-what about you though?" It takes a moment for you to process his question but once you do, you can't help but smile.

"Aw sweetie," you coo, making him blush even harder at the new pet name. "Don't worry about me, I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

As you go and get a wet towel to clean him up, he reaches to his neck and gently touches the hickeys and bite marks you've left there. Though it hurts as he slowly presses down on a bruise and he has to stop himself from letting out a whimper, he can't help but smile, a dark blush adorning his cheeks.

He's yours.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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safety sakusa kiyoomi + safewords

a LUXE’S SLUTOBER bonus.

— word count; 370.

— content warnings; 18+, MDNI. no real smut, f!reader, collaring, a healthy BDSM relationship/dynamic, safeword talk, one use of sir.

Kiyoomi thinks you’re in your most precious state like this. When you’re proudly wearing the collar he had custom made for you, with your bare knees sinking into the bed and your hands delicately folded on top of them, ready to please and awaiting his commands.

“My sweet girl,” he whispers fondly, nudging your nose with his and taking away the last bit of possible disobedience hanging around in your mind with a gentle drag of his lips over your own.

The saccharine smooch lets you know that in this moment, you’re allowed to touch him to your heart’s content still. So your hands lift to rub his chest, over the crisp button down he’s wearing, until your palms decide to settle on either side of his neck.

“You’re gonna be good for me, right?”

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pink magnolia, part two

washio tatsuki doesn’t need love. he needs drugs, women, and people to stop making him work so damn hard. a chance meeting with a daycare worker flips that all upside down and changes him—for the good and the bad.

pairing: mafia underboss washio tatsuki x daycare worker f!reader with hair, 7.9k, part two of two (nsfw, 18+, minors dni)

warnings: pregnancy, graphic depictions of murder/death, depictions of abuse, depictions of drug use, depictions of withdrawal, heavy degradation, breeding kink, mentioned pregnancy kink, implied stalking, family man washio?!

thanks to: i owe @vanille–kiss and @anime-nymph my life <3 <3 <3 betaing and ideas are mostly all them and i am forever thankful!

banner by the amazing @vanille–kiss — please go check out her works!! she is amazing!

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part one || part two || black petunia || red peony || white lily || mafia au masterlist

That’s all it was supposed to be. One date, one more chance to fuck you until all you could sob was his name. It started like that anyway—you bent over the love motel bed, the chair, the tub, juices flowing down your thighs and tears flowing from your eyes.

Then it was another and another. He convinced himself it was only right to wine and dine you before fucking you silly; it’s what you deserved for being his good little slut, for taking his cock so well, drool sliding down your chin as you sucked on his fingers. This was good enough for the both of you.

Until it wasn’t, because you were adamant you wanted more than that. You wanted someone to call your own; someone who had no problem calling you their girlfriend; someone who had no issue showing you off, arm slung over your shoulder, your waist, your ass, all to prove you were taken. Washio Tatsuki didn’t do ‘girlfriends’. He did late night fucks and lines of coke before gambling his money away, wandering hands groping at everything he could find.

And yet he said yes, God fucking knows why. Maybe it was how good you took him; maybe it was how you challenged him whenever he pissed you off. Or maybe it was the fact that he looked at his phone a lot more now, his face softening up whenever you texted him, heart racing whenever he skipped the poker parlors and went to your apartment instead.

So one date turned into one month that turned into one year. One whole fucking year, summed up into one expensive dinner, one tight black dress, one night where he didn’t let you leave bed once, making you cum over and over again on his fingers, his tongue, his cock. One year of you ignoring the red flags he knows you see—the lack of details about his “security” job, the amount of times he has to slip out late at night and comes back “acting strange”, the feigned ignorance about his tattoos, the refusal to move in together even though he’s basically living in your apartment anyway. One year of hiding who he is: the hits of cocaine, the hits on his winning poker hands, the hits that Suna sends him on in the name of the Raijin clan.

You don’t say anything when he comes to you, surely smelling like iron from whoever’s blood. You always welcome him with arms thrown over his shoulders, a smile after you kiss him, warm dinners that you made from scratch. It feels like home, not that Washio knows what home even means after the way he grew up. He thought Kana might know, but her shitty husband walked out a few months ago after stealing her money—well, Washio’s money—and running. (Though he gladly gave it back after Washio broke four of his fingers with a hammer.)

It’s not even a week after the celebration when you text him.

Can you come over? I need to talk to you.

Bad fucking timing, considering that he’s already on the tail of some businessman who decided that threatening to call the police after he lost hundreds of thousands of yen was a good idea. His phone sits heavy in his pocket as he follows the businessman home, and your message burns into his brain, even as he wraps his arms around the man’s neck and drags him into the nearest alley.

The fuck is that message supposed to mean? Are you really about to break up with him now? He’s not going to let you, if that’s what you want. He’s been happy; he never thought he’d be able to use that word in his goddamn life, never thought he’d be able to—

It’s the distraction the businessman needed. Washio didn’t realize his grip had become weaker until his head bounces off the brick building behind him and the businessman struggles to get free. Fuck, that hurt. His head sears with pain, radiating in his skull and spreading all the way to his eyes. The man is able to slip from his grip thanks to the dizziness in Washio’s head and his blurred vision, but it isn’t for long.

Washio lunges after him, tackling him to the wet ground and wrapping his arms around his neck. The businessman chokes and sputters, hands scratching at Washio’s long sleeves to no avail. It isn’t long before he grows limp and quiet in his strong hold, arms falling down to the ground and not moving. Washio hides the body behind a few garbage bags and dials Sarukui, ordering him to come retrieve it. Usually he’d do it himself but he feels like he’s about to throw up—whether from the smack to his head or your message, he isn’t sure—and he’s on the way to your place without waiting.

The pain only gets worse on the way over, and when you open the door for him, he nearly collapses in your arms. You gasp, pulling him into the apartment and helping him over to your couch. His phone and his wallet fall out of his coat when you tug it off for him, and you set them on the coffee table before examining his head.

“You’re bleeding, Tatsuki! What happened?”

“It’s fine, just need to—”

“We should go to the hospital, it’s—”

“I said it’s fine,” he growls out, taking a deep breath. It’s hard to think when his head is pounding this bad. “Just need meds and a shower.”

“Okay,” you relent quietly, helping him stand again. “I’ll get it for you.”

He takes the offered medicine before he wanders off to your shower, letting the hot water flow over his body for much too long. His head stings when the water hits his wound, but luckily it’s not bleeding anymore when he steps out. The pounding in his head has lessened, but he’s still tired, in pain, and ready to go the fuck to sleep.

But then he remembers why he rushed over here in the first place and curses.

He slips into an extra pair of his clothes from your bedroom before he pads back out to the living room, ruffling the back of his wet hair.

“What do you want to talk—”

“Who is Suna Rintarou?” It takes Washio a moment to realize the phone you're holding isn’t your own. It’s his, probably from when you helped him out of his jacket, and you’re clutching onto it so tightly he thinks it might break. There are tears in your eyes as you whisper, “He’s called you four times now. Who is he?”

“He’s my boss.”

“And… and why is he asking about a body?”

What?

It only takes two steps for him to be on you, ripping the phone from your hands and checking the message.

No body. You better find him quickly or you’ll be joining him. This is your only fucking warning.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he growls, stuffing the phone in his sweatpants’ pocket. “Fuck, I gotta go, I’ll be back—”

“Tatsuki!” You shrill, clinging to his arms so he can’t move. “What… what is going on, what is he talking about?”

Washio is silent as he stares at you, considering it for a moment. You were always going to find out sooner or later. There was no way he could keep up the charade of being a hardworking, innocent man forever. But he didn’t want you to find out like this, especially not after he fucked up and pissed Suna off.

You tug on his shirt with a quiet exhale.

“Tatsuki.”

“You already fucking know,” he answers.

Washio thinks he feels his heart breaking when your face drops and you stumble back, bottom lip trembling as you stare at the tattoos underneath his short-sleeved t-shirt. Your breathing picks up, an exhale turning into a sob when you put your hand over your mouth.

“You—…. You’re not…. You’re part of the… Everything you told me was a lie?”

“Not everything.”

“I believed in you.” Tears stream down your face as you stare at him. “Please tell me you aren’t part of the mob, Tatsuki. Please. Tell me you’re lying.”

He can’t. He obviously fucking can’t, but he sure wants to because he can’t stand the betrayed look on your face and the way you can’t even look at him.

“Look—”

“Get out.” It’s so quiet that he barely even hears it, but when it registers, his heart sinks to his stomach and anchors there. “Get out and don’t come back.”

He takes a step closer to you. “Fuck, I—”

“Get out!” You yell, small fists pushing him away before they strike his chest again and again. Your punches don’t hurt him in the least, but they feel like knives plunging deep into his heart over and over again. “You’re a liar and I trusted you. I trusted you, and you—” A sob cuts you off and you push him with surprising force, making him stumble back two steps. “I loved you. I love you, but I can’t be with you if our entire relationship was a lie.”

“For fuck’s sake, I told you it’s not, you have to believe me—”

“How am I supposed to believe you when—”

“Just shut the fuck up already and listen—”

A shrill ring and vibration cut you both off, and Washio looks down at his phone. Suna Rintarou. Fuck, he can’t do this right now. He needs to find the businessman and finish what he started before anything else, and then he can come back and make you listen to him. He nearly shatters his screen with how hard he clutches onto it, and he lets it go two more rings before he slides the answer button.

“Yeah, Boss.”

“Where the fuck are you? Sarukui has eyes on him at his house. If you aren’t there in fifteen minutes, consider yourself dead.”

“...Yes, Boss.”

“Get your head out of your ass and get it together.”

The line goes dead immediately, but Washio doesn’t move. He stares at your blotchy face, at the bags beneath your eyes, at the shaking finger you point towards the door.

“Leave. I don’t want to see you.”

He has to go. Washio knows he does or he won’t be alive to see tomorrow’s sunrise, but every single part of him is begging him to stay, begging him to grab onto your shoulders and bring you into his arms, just like always. Grumble that it’ll be okay, that you’re going to be okay, if you just listen to him.

But he can’t.

“I’ll be back,” he says quietly before he grabs his wallet and coat.

“Don’t—“

“I said I’ll be back.”

Then he slips from your apartment, leaving the echoing sound of your sobs behind.

It’s easy to slip into the businessman’s house; it’s even easier to pull the gun from his belt and shoot him in his bedroom. A quick glance through the man’s phone shows he hasn’t called or messaged anyone, so at least Washio isn’t a dead man walking just yet. Poor bastard probably thought he had enough time to pack and get to safety before calling for help. The bullet in his chest proves that’s false.

Washio calls for the cleaners, this time staying to supervise as they wipe all evidence of wrongdoing away. When the job is finished and the coast is clear, he slips out of the house, but doesn’t make it more than five steps before Sarukui whistles for him. Washio glances up at the CCTV a few yards away. He’s sure the forensic team they hired is already working on wiping the data to make it look like no one was there, so there’s no one to watch Washio slip into the waiting car and drive off.

The base is quiet when they arrive, and Sarukui says nothing as he leads Washio to Suna’s office. Last time he messed up, he lost a third of his ear thanks to insubordination. What will it be this time? His whole ear? A hand? Washio wouldn’t put it past Suna to stab him and leave him for dead like Washio mistakenly did with the businessman.

When he steps into the office and sees seven members of the Raijin clan standing against the wall, he knows it’s going to be so much worse.

Suna regards him from behind his desk, arms folded over his chest.

“Washio.”

Washio bows his head. “Boss.”

“Sit.”

The chair on the other side of the desk has been removed, so Washio lowers himself to his knees and sets his hands on his thighs.

“What should I do with you, Washio?”

The room is deathly quiet, tension as strained as the angry look on Suna’s face. He hasn’t looked this pissed off since Washio challenged him for the clan head role over a year ago. He leans forward in his chair, setting his elbows on the desk.

“Well?”

“You should kill me, Boss.”

“Hm.”

Washio can feel every pair of eyes in the room drilling in the back of his pounding head, his eyes crossing as he stares at Suna’s annoyed expression. The radiating pain in the back of his skull comes back full force, and the heat creeping through his veins threatens to suffocate him.

“Do you deserve to be killed, Washio?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“Why?”

God, this is embarrassing. He feels like a high school student again, powerless to authority, unable to do anything under Suna’s watchful eye.

“I didn’t finish the job and almost got the clan in trouble.”

“Right.” Suna drums his fingers against the desk a few times before he says, “I didn’t realize I had such a dumb fuck as my underboss.” The leather chair squeaks when he stands up, leather shoes clicking on the flooring as he comes to rest against the side of the desk. “Should I find someone else?”

Washio swallows. Maybe this really is it for him. Should he beg for his life? Say it’ll never happen again? Tell Suna the reason he was distracted and the reason his head won’t stop fucking pounding?

“Answer me.”

“…Yes, Boss. You should.”

“Who?” Suna glances around the room to the others standing around, watching the scene unfold. “Who should replace you?”

Washio thinks about it for a moment, but as soon as he opens his mouth to answer, Suna puts his hand up.

“Actually, don’t tell me who I should get. Tell me why it shouldn’t be you.”

How fucking humiliating.

Washio tries not to show the tremble in his voice or the anger lacing his words when he responds, “I’m irresponsible. Reckless. Untrustworthy.”

“And?”

Suna stares at him with those fox-like eyes, and Washio immediately knows what the boss is looking for. The one thing he swore to himself not to be anymore the minute he entered the clan. The one thing he promised Suna he wouldn’t be the moment he became underboss.

The one thing he hates admitting out loud.

“…Useless.”

“Hm.”

Suna disregards him as easily as garbage, eyes flicking to the men standing around the room.

“One hit each and you can leave.”

Washio sits there and takes it, punch after punch to his cheeks as the other clan members get their fill then shuffle from the room. He doesn’t say anything, even as his cheeks burn and blood trickles from his busted lip. Eventually it’s only him and Suna left, and the boss walks closer before slapping his left cheek, then his right cheek.

He keeps his eyes trained forward on the desk, fists tight on his thighs, or else Washio thinks he would fall over. Everything hurts—his head, his cheeks, his heart. But most of all, his pride. He’s spent the last decade of his life trying to become a necessary member of the clan, making sure he did everything he could to gain power and stay alive. Now he was only the underboss in name: he’d lost the trust and prestige that came with the title, regulated to just another useless recruit in the eyes of the others.

“Don’t disappoint me again.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Washio doesn’t look at anyone on the way out. He leaves the base, grabbing the first taxi he can catch at the late hour, and immediately tells the driver your address. It takes way too fucking long because he has to pull over to vomit on the side of the road twice. He’s shaking by the time he reaches your apartment, twisting your doorknob, and—

It won’t open.

It catches on a piece of furniture, only opening a few inches. He can see the lights are on and the shadow of something near the kitchen. He tries the door again but it catches no matter how many times he tries to slam it open.

“Open the door,” he says. Quietly at first, then louder when you don’t answer him. “Open the fucking door.”

He hears you. Hears your light sob, the stuttered gasp you’re trying to hide. Washio tries the knob again, slamming the door a few times to no avail.

“I know you’re there. Let me fucking explain. Just… just open the door so we can talk.”

“Tatsuki, please,” you whimper, deathly quiet and shaky with tears. “Go away.”

He doesn’t know what comes over him. Washio starts kicking and punching the door, throwing his shoulder at it over and over, determined to get it open and make you talk to him. The wood cracks; the door slams against the blockade; but it doesn’t budge more than a few inches.

“Please—just—fuck! Don’t fucking do this, let me in.”

“Tatsuki, stop—”

“I’m calling the police!” A shrill, old voice calls from across the hall, muffled by their closed door.

Fuck, this can’t be happening. You can't be doing this to him. He needs you now more than ever; needs you to wrap your arms around him and whisper that you love him, press a kiss to his forehead before you curl up to his side. But the room is silent as he stands there, heart pounding in his ears harder than the pounding in his head. You don’t say anything; you don’t move an inch, your shadow on the ground completely still when he checks one last time.

He punches the door one more time, swears under his breath, and turns around.

Washio always heard that there were some things worse than dying. He never believed it—what could be worse than sitting six feet under, forgotten by all those you care about, their lives continuing without you while your body rotted for bugs to feast on?

But as he descends the stairs, tears blurring his vision, he wishes Suna would have just fucking killed him to end the suffering he feels right now.

A shiver runs down his body as soon as he’s done snorting.

Washio wipes the tip of his nose with his thumb, licking off the excess cocaine before shaking his head. It always hits just right when he’s like this, always makes him feel the best when he’s at his worst.

You aren’t answering his messages or his calls, not that he expected you to. Still, he kept trying, kept calling over and over to no avail, sure that this time would be the charm. When one of the underlings at the parlor pulled the bag of white powder out and asked if he wanted a hit, his response was immediate. He needed something to take the edge off, something to make his head stop hurting so much.

His face is still slightly swollen and bruised from the punches, but he can’t feel it as soon as his high hits. His fingers shake as he grabs onto his phone again. 6:17 PM. You’re at the daycare now, like you always are. If you’re not going to answer his calls and texts, then maybe you’ll answer his knocks on the daycare door instead. He’s reckless as he drives over there, going much too fast to arrive in no time, taking up two spots in the parking lot.

As he stalks over, he sees you handing off one of the students to a parent in the middle of the walkway. They walk away just as you spot him approaching. You don’t have time to turn or run—his hands are around your upper arms and tugging you close, even as you struggle in his grip.

“Tatsuki, let me go!”

“Why the fuck aren’t you answering my calls, huh?”

“Not… not here, please—”

“There is nowhere else to go because you’re fucking avoiding me!” He yells before pulling back, hands so tight on your shoulders that it makes you wince. “What the fuck else am I supposed to do?!”

You stare at him strangely, head tilting to the right as you look at his sweaty forehead and dilated pupils. “Are… are you high?”

“That doesn’t matter—”

“It does matter!” You shout, knocking his hands away from you and taking a step back. Your face twists with a few different emotions—surprise, disappointment, hatred—until it settles into a melancholy frown, your lips trembling. “You need to leave. We can talk when you’re sober.”

“I don’t believe that for a minute.” He runs his hand through his hair, shaking his head a few times as he starts to pace around. “If I leave here, you’re never gonna fucking answer me again, are you? You’re gonna call the cops on me just like your fucking neighbor—”

“No, I—”

“Don’t lie to me—”

“Tatsuki, please.” There’s a sob in your voice, and you put a hand over your mouth to keep from crying. “Please stop this! I can’t be stressed right now. The doctor says it’s—”

You immediately stop talking, your eyes widening as you stare at him. It feels like someone dumped a bucket of cold water over him, his body going numb as he watches the tears cascade down your cheeks. He tries to formulate an answer, but the only thing buzzing around his mind is a horrified, “What?”

“You—you should go.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? What doctor? Are you sick?”

“No, I—” A pause. A deep breath. “I’m pregnant.”

Jesus fucking Christ. How is that possible? He’s always worn a condom because you said birth control makes you sick. There hasn’t been an accident or a condom break ever, so how?

“You fucking serious?”

You nod slowly, a protective hand over your stomach as you whisper. “I went to the doctor this morning. I’m seven weeks, but I had some bleeding so he said I shouldn’t be stressed—”

“Oh my God.” He’s pacing again, tugging at his hair as his mind whirls. Pregnant. Is this what you wanted to talk about last night? This can’t be happening. Did he do something in a past life to deserve all of his shitty karma? “Fuck, and you wanna keep it?”

You face pinches angrily when you reply, “Of course I do.”

“You gotta get rid of it.”

It tumbles from his lips so easily that for a second, it doesn’t even feel like he said it out loud. But he must have, because the hand over your stomach reaches out and immediately swings. The slap you send to his cheek stings when it makes contact, and your hand clenches into a fist before it drops down by your side.

“How dare you.”

“Fuck… listen, I didn’t mean it.”

“How dare you,” you repeat angrily, taking another step away from him. It feels like you’re fading away and if he doesn’t grab hold, he’ll never have you again. “I know this isn’t you, Tatsuki. I choose to believe it’s the drugs talking and not the man I fell in love with.” He tries to interrupt you again but you put your hand up and shake your head. “I’m keeping the baby, so don’t you dare try and show your face to me again unless you’re ready to be a father. Until then, I don’t want to see you.”

“Wait. Wait, just give me a goddamn second—”

“I’ll give you all the time you need,” you tell him quietly, dodging the hand that reaches out for you with another shake of your head. “Don’t contact me until then.”

Then you turn on your heel and rush back inside, leaving him alone in the walkway with only the chirp of the crickets and the flutter of the pink magnolias as they fall to the pavement.

Washio knows he needs to stop. Knows he needs to pull himself together, keep his nose out of the white powder, and focus on being a presentable man who deserves to stand at your side.

The problem is that he doesn’t know how.

It’s been five months since then. Five long months of no contact, of watching you from a distance as you work, of falling into bad habits the minute he turns away because he just isn’t ready. It’s easier to pretend his life is fine when he follows every single order Suna gives him, then goes back to the poker parlors and girls who used to make him happy. But he can’t bring himself to entertain them or sleep with them, even when they drape themselves over his lap and nearly beg for it—so he throws himself into the drugs instead, just so he can feel alive like he used to with you.

Except now if he goes more than a day without it, his body starts shaking, aching and tired until he gets his next fix to make the pain go away. But he doesn’t care—as long as he has his next hit, that’s all he gives a fuck about, because it’s not like he has you waiting for him at home anymore.

He goes to the daycare like he does every morning, watching you climb out of your car and walk up to the building so he can make sure you’re alright. Something about today is different. You get out of the car like normal, fixing your bag over your shoulder, and then turn back because you forgot your phone inside. It takes Washio a moment to realize what it is.

You’re showing.

It’s a warm September day so you’re not wearing a jacket like you have been the past couple weeks. Your long-sleeved t-shirt is enough, and it clings to your stomach as you walk inside and disappear behind the front door. Fuck, it’s real, isn’t it? He’s really going to be a father, really going to have a brat to raise in a few short months.

His own father had been a piece of shit, Kaito’s father just as absent now that the divorce was finalized. He can’t do that to his kid. While he probably won’t be the world’s greatest parent, he needs to be there to watch them grow. To help them stay on a good path because he was never able to. To make a happy place to come home to because that’s all he’s ever fucking wanted.

Washio sets his head against the steering wheel and closes his eyes. He doesn’t know how long he sits there but it’s at least a few hours. When he’s finally ready, he pulls out of the parking lot and heads to Suna’s apartment where he knows the boss will be. Lucky for him, Suna’s med school girl is also there, looking thoroughly fucked as she makes some tea in the kitchen.

“I need your help,” he says to her, eyes flicking over to Suna and back. It’s hard to form the words; hard to make himself spit it out. “I gotta detox.”

“From what?”

“Cocaine.”

“There’s not much I can do,” the girl tells him honestly. “Maybe an IV for fluids and keeping you monitored, but it’s more psychological than physical. Cravings will be intense and you might feel suicidal.” She pauses, glancing over at Suna before asking, “Do you have someone to watch over you?”

He swallows, looking out the large living room windows because he refuses to look at either of them. “No. I’m alone.”

“Then you should stay here.”

“He has his own apartment—” Suna begins to say, but his girlfriend tuts in annoyance.

“I can watch over him after my classes. Make sure he’s fine. It’s only for a week, Rin.”

“Goddamnit, Washio,” Suna grumbles as he stands from the couch. “Always have to make trouble, don’t you?”

Washio laughs, a bitter and hollow sound compared to his usual ones. Trouble. That’s been his middle name since he can remember, starting with the sandbox fights he used to get into as a kid and ending with a bullet in the chest of some businessman who is “missing with no leads.” Suna’s girl sets up a room for him and Washio doesn’t miss the irony. It’s the same one he was stuck in for days, watching over one of the sick, trafficked girls after he lost to Suna in that fight for power. Now it’s not some trafficked girl who is getting hooked up to a bag of fluids but him—the guy who complained that it wasn’t even worth it to help those women.

Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?

It only takes a few hours for him to feel the first effects. His body is tired and achy, sweat pooling at his brow as he trembles. Suna’s girl gives him those IV fluids but it does jack shit. He sleeps the night away, tossing and turning with the need to get another hit. It’s early morning when his eyes pop open, cleared of the needle in his arm, and though he tries to force himself back to sleep, it’s impossible with his brain screaming at him to find more cocaine as soon as possible.

He’s about to leave the room when he hears Suna’s voice.

“Sakusa said he’d bought three times more than usual in the last couple months but I didn’t think it was all for him.”

“He’s going through something, Rin,” his girlfriend responds quietly. “I think he and his girl broke up a few months ago and he’s taking it hard.”

“Hm.”

“Oh, please,” the girl laughs. “Don’t look at me like that. I still remember how bad you looked after our break up. Love makes you do stupid things.”

Love.

Washio holds the doorknob tightly, setting his forehead on the wood of the door. Does he love you? He doesn’t even have to think about it. ‘Yes’ floats through his mind immediately. He’s never said it but he’s tried to show it—small gifts of jewelry he knows you like, holding you to his chest whenever you watch a movie, eating your cooking even when he hates the dish. Would things have changed if he admitted it out loud? Would you have forgiven him if he finally uttered those three fucking words?

He lets go of the doorknob and trudges back over to the bed, throwing himself down on it. He’s gotta do this for you and the baby, no matter how badly his mind is screaming at him to get more.

He lasts only two more days before he breaks.

If he stays in that room any longer, he thinks he might go insane. The walls have been closing in on him, making it hard to break and even think. The only thing running through his mind is darkness. His life was so much easier when he didn’t give a shit, when he didn’t have a care in the world and only needed to think about himself. Now everything hurts and he’s pretty sure he’s better off dead than stuck in a room that makes him feel claustrophobic for the rest of his life.

The minute he walks outside, he heads straight for the front door. It’s too much to handle; he has to have his fix, has to call Sakusa and get another hit before he loses it. He’s got one foot in his shoe when someone clears their throat.

Suna stands behind him, arms crossed over his chest.

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta go, Boss.”

“No, you don’t.” He looks as bored as usual, shaking his head. “Go take a shower. You don’t want to do this.”

“You don’t—” Washio clenches his fists at his sides. “You don’t fucking get it, Boss.”

“Tatsuki.” The use of his first name makes Washio blink in surprise. “I don’t need to understand to know you’re making a mistake. Take your shoe off.”

“Fuck you, Rin, as if you care about me.”

“I care enough, it’s why you’re still fucking alive after all the bullshit,” Suna counters with narrowed eyes. “Shower.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“That’s an order, Tatsuki.”

Washio doesn’t know what comes over him. He throws his shoe off and charges at Suna, swinging at his boss. He’s tired, lethargic, barely on top of his game, so it’s easy for Suna to grab his wrist and twist it behind his back. Washio winces and tries to get free, but his body is betraying him, weak from withdrawal and days of non-use.

“God—fuck—just let me go, Rin, I need—”

“You need to go take a shower,” Suna repeats, squeezing down on Washio’s wrist so hard he winces. “Now. Before I knock your ass out and make you.”

Washio doesn’t look back at Suna when the boss pushes him away, toward the bathroom at the end of the hall. He sits under the spray for what feels like hours, letting scalding hot water nearly burn the skin of his back off until he’s ready to leave. How long is this going to last? He can’t keep going on like this, wishing for everything to end, wanting something to come and end his suffering.

He forces himself to stay in that room another few days until the shaking has subsided; until the cravings aren’t as intense; until he feels like he can breathe again, the fog lifted, a small light appearing at the end of a very painful and very fucking dark tunnel. When he walks out to the living room, Suna and his girl are leaning against the island in the kitchen, tongues shoved down each others’ throats.

“I’m leaving,” he declares before turning toward the front door, and the med student’s horrified squeak makes him chortle.

“Wait! Wait, Washio-san.” She approaches quickly, worry plastered all over her pretty face. “Someone should go with you, just in case.”

“M’fine.”

“The worst has passed but you can still fall back into bad habits if you go—”

“I’m not going to the parlor,” he promises. He doesn’t look at her as he slips on his shoes. “I’m going home and then I’m going to see her.”

It’s quiet for a moment before the girl nods. “Good luck.”

The worst has passed. Somehow, Washio thinks as the front door clicks closed behind him, he isn’t sure that’s true at all.

Three days.

It takes him three days to actually get out of the car and approach your daycare.

He’s been back to the parlors and clubs, keeping an eye on patrons and dealing with them if they get too rowdy. It was the most difficult thing of his life to decline the hit an underling offered him—he could taste the cocaine on his tongue, feel the rush through his system as he stared at the small baggie—but he did it. He fucking did it. He walked out of the place and immediately came to see you, watching your shadow through the windows to make sure you were doing alright until you locked up and went home.

Washio honestly doesn’t know if he’s ready to beg for your forgiveness but your co-worker forces his hand. It’s usually only you by yourself in the mornings, but today you stand outside with some older woman who looks like she ate some bad tamagoyaki for breakfast. He slips closer to hear what the woman is saying, blood boiling under his skin when he realizes it’s about him.

“—showing, I don’t think it’s appropriate to come to work.”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be,” you answer calmly. “Others have gotten pregnant with no issue.”

“They are married. Having an unwed mother is an embarrassment for our daycare and to our clientele. Do you even know who the father is?”

“Of course I do…!”

“Baby,” he interrupts without thinking as he steps forward. He’s never called you baby in his life, but this woman’s pompous attitude is pissing him off. If he were Raijin clan underboss Washio Tatsuki, he’d show her exactly what her sharp tongue would get her. But right now he’s only Washio Tatsuki, your former lover and father of your baby.

You both turn to him and your eyes widen when you see him, your voice a breathy whisper. “Tatsuki…?”

“You forgot your phone this morning,” he lies as he passes you his phone, keeping his hand clutched around yours even though he knows he should pull away. He can’t let go now that he’s finally touching you again, now that he finally is strong enough to stand before you and be the man you need him to be.

“T-Thank you,” you mumble as you use your free hand to set it in your purse.

“You’ve become so forgetful since getting pregnant with our kid, huh? Thought I’d drop it off but—” He glances at the old woman from the corner of his eye with a frown. He almost smirks when she gulps and takes a small step back. “We have a problem?”

“No, no, it’s alright,” you try to placate him, and he almost leaps out of his skin when your hand comes to rest on his upper arm, squeezing once. “This is the owner of the daycare. We were only talking.”

“Oh good, cause I thought I heard something weird.” He hasn’t taken his laser-like eyes off of the owner once, and his stretched smile grows when she quickly shakes her head.

“There’s no issue. Have a good day, both of you.”

As soon as the owner scurries away, you drop your hand from his arm, but he’s quick to grab it, holding onto it like it’s his lifeline keeping him afloat. You both don’t say anything, only staring at each other while the fall breeze whips around you. There’s so many conflicting emotions on your face, your eyebrows raising and dropping, your mouth parting and closing, and he’s sure he isn’t looking much better.

Washio takes a deep breath and immediately drops to his knees. You gasp at the suddenness of it, but he ducks his head down in apology, hands on his thighs.

“M’sorry.” Washio can’t remember the last time he apologized to anyone, but an apology here doesn’t seem like enough for what he’s put you through. “Fuck, I don’t know what else to say.”

“I want to hear everything,” you whisper, and he forces himself to look up and meet your eye. “Don’t lie to me anymore.”

So he does. He tells you about being underboss in the Raijin clan; talks about how he became addicted to drugs and went through withdrawal a few days ago; mentions his shitty father and his drug addict mother and how he refuses to become a useless man like that. You stand in front of him the entire time, listening quietly as he spills his heart like some lame ass romance novel, and when he’s finally done blubbering, you exhale softly.

“If I asked you to leave the clan—”

“I can’t do that. Suna would kill me the second I asked,” he immediately answers, hands clenching even harder on his thighs.

“I’m supposed to just accept this, then?” You whisper, and it hurts his heart to hear how defeated you sound. “Accept who you are and what you do?”

“You don’t have to. I can’t make you do anything. Fuck, if I could, we wouldn’t be here.” Washio runs a hand over his mouth before setting it back on his thigh. “But... what I can do is treat you right. I can protect you and provide for you. Give you everything you need. If you give me another chance, I’ll prove it every day of my fucking life.”

“Tatsuki, I don’t know…”

“I love you.” His sudden confession makes you gasp, and he finally reaches out, grabbing hold of your hands and bringing them in front of his chest. “I fuckin’ mean it, too. Give me a chance and I’ll show you.”

You let him hold your hands for a moment before you shift, lifting them so you can take his cheeks between your palms. There’s a half-smile on your face when you whisper, “Our daughter needs her father.”

“Daughter?” He looks down at your bump and exhales sharply. “Fuck.”

“Do you want to feel her?” You ask. “She’s kicking right now.”

Shit, he’s missed so much. You guide his hands to your stomach, and it only takes a moment for him to feel it. A tiny little shift, then a decently powerful kick that makes him pull back in surprise. You laugh, hands on his wrists when he leans forward to feel it again, his fingers shaking when the baby kicks one more time.

“She really is my fuckin’ kid, huh? Already a fighter.”

“You’re going to have to watch your mouth,” you complain with a pout. “I don’t want her first word to be ‘fuck.’”

“Don’t think I can do that,” he laughs dryly.

“Tatsuki,” you whisper, one hand running up his arm until your fingers are beneath his chin and his attention is on you. “I still don’t trust you… but I need you too, so don’t you dare do this to me anymore. I can’t go through this again.”

“Then you accept me?”

“No, and I don’t think I ever will,” you answer honestly. “But… I’ll try if you do because you’re not getting another chance.”

Washio can only nod, afraid that if he opens his big mouth, he’ll ruin the last chance he’s lucky to even get. Instead he leans forward, wrapping his arms around you and setting his forehead on your stomach, feeling the little kicks of his daughter growing in your stomach. Your fingers thread through his hair as he clings to you, and his quiet whisper of ‘thank you’ is lost in the breeze and chirping of the birds in the bare pink magnolia trees.

The house is quiet when he steps inside and slips his shoes off, locking the front door behind him. Washio pads to the bedroom, stretching out his sore neck on the way. The parlor had been annoying as fuck today, some stupid kids thinking they could swindle the dealer without him finding out. A few kicks to the sides and the stomach and the kids cried they’d never do it again before scurrying off. All he wants to do is shower and relax, but as soon as he opens the bedroom door, he immediately changes his mind.

You sit on the edge of the bed, pretty eyes blinking up at him as you play with the strap of your baby doll lingerie. It’s lacy red, hugging your tits and all the curves you gained after having his daughter three years ago. You bite your lip shyly, squeezing your legs together as you lick your lips.

“Welcome home.”

It’s amazing how easily you make him riled up, even after all this time. He’s on you in a minute, pushing you down to the bed and swallowing your squeal with a bruising kiss. It takes a bit of fumbling, but soon your hair is splayed out over the pillows and your fingers hurry to undo his dress shirt as he kisses and licks all around your neck.

“Where’s Mayu?”

“I dropped her off at Kana-san’s house,” you gasp when he bites down, nearly ripping his shirt open so you can push up his undershirt and feel his skin against you. You moan when he grinds his half-hard cock into your thigh, spreading your legs for him even more. “I wanted to—hng, to surprise you.”

“Fuck, you’re a needy slut,” he laughs, deep and hoarse into your shoulder.

You whimper at the name, wrapping your legs around his waist so you can rut your hips against his cock. “Wanted you so bad.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk?” His fingers slip down your lingerie, playing with the high-cut edge near your thighs before slipping it aside. Washio runs his fingers up and down your folds, groaning when he realizes how wet you already are. “So fucking ready for me and we just started.”

“Tatsuki,” you whine, threading your fingers in his hair and tugging when he sucks on a sensitive part of your chest. “Fuck me, please.”

Washio can’t blame you for being desperate. It’s been so long since it’s been just the two of you. Nights have been filled with baby laughs and tears, exhausted naps, quickies in the bathroom and the kitchen as Mayu slept. But they’ve also been filled with smiles and squeals, stolen kisses, warm welcomes when he comes back to the house and falls into your arms, tired from the day’s work. He’s so wound up that he thinks he might burst in his pants, so he quickly undoes his slacks, jerking them and his underwear down so his cock can spring free.

“Fuck, you look so fucking pretty in this. Would be a shame to take it off.” He tugs the fabric even further to the side so he can run his cock up and down your folds, grinding against you as he smirks. “Wouldn’t it? You wanna be fucked in your lingerie like a needy little whore, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” you beg, fingers tugging off his shirt and undershirt, pulling him flush against you so you can kiss him. Your neediness shows in the sloppiness of your tongue and the way you hump his cock with a whine. Your tongue swirls around his, sucking when his cock bumps your clit, legs tightening around his sides. “Tatsuki, condom, now.”

Washio hesitates for a second, eyes sliding over to the nightstand where you keep the condoms. He could grab one, roll it on like normal, then fuck you seven ways til Sunday. But—

“Tatsuki?” You ask when he sits back on his haunches, fingers finding your clit and circling, making you whimper.

“I think I want another.”

Another little brat to dominate this place like it’s her little kingdom, the Washio family scowl on her face as she squeals, “Daddy, that’s my candy!” Another little girl to give uneven pigtails before daycare, holding her hand the entire way there. Another kid to watch play on the playground in between visits to businessmen who can’t keep their shit straight. Washio never thought he’d be saying that in his life, but here he is, two fingers slipping into your needy cunt, cock throbbing and begging to be inside and make it happen.

“How ‘bout it? Want me to make you a mommy again, huh? Stuff you full of my cum until you’re swollen with a second?”

“Yes,” you sigh, and there are happy tears lining your eyes when you spread your legs as far apart as you can, fingers holding open your lingerie so he gets a clear view of your needy and wet cunt. When you shift, the ring on your ring finger catches the light and makes him smile.

“Come here and give it to me.”

There’s no way he’s saying no to that.

𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

love should never be denied- for the first touched graced along your holy skin with work roughened fingertips burned.

knight! ushijima + princess! reader + sacrilege + slow burn + longing + forbidden romance + mentions of insecurities + mentions of an overbearing father (the king) + abusive relationships mentioned + mentions of your life being put in danger + comfort fucking + virgin! reader + mentions of god + your body is seen as a holy temple + confessions + fluff + slow burn + tension + corruption + unprotected sex + size kink + breeding kink + creampie + overstimulation + big cock vs tiny cunt + mentions of pain + rough face holding + rough fucking + cum eating + oath of chastity + virgin! ushijima + f! reader

— for my ONCE UPON A TIME collab.

— word count; approx 9.1k

shame felt like a hot iron with every step- walking down the long and beautifully ornate hall, layers of fine fabric weighing you down even more. wondering if anyone else in the room, standing like statues on either side, tight and rigid with metal plates hanging off built figures had ever felt like you were in this moment.

the thrones your parents sat at, gleaming like precious jewels, backlit by the sun slowly falling, bathing the land that would soon be your birthright was nearly blinding- a slight tugging feeling that those who had been hauled and read their fate also stood where you did now.

you would've believed they would have given you more dignity, met with you in private- but everything they did was to show the people they reigned over how much of a ruling hand over those they deemed inferior, and that was not exempting you.

without saying anything, you stood right in front of them, hand clasped together; sweating through the soft fabric, not strong enough to glance their way while the king spoke out your mistakes.

“it has come to my attention that my daughter- the princess of our glorious kingdom is in need of a knight.”

every syllable dragging closer to the final punch of embarrassment, just waiting for him to say why you needed one; deemed too dumb, too vulnerable, too weak to be out by yourself.

the running joke amongst your handmaidens, giggling about how you’d surely get lost inside these high walls if it weren’t for someone accompanying you.

“isn't that right?” the king questioned, leaving no audible cue that this was something he needed answered, he had already made up his mind.

but you nodded, gripping the fabric under your palms- hot shame rolling down between your shoulder blades knowing how this would look to everyone.

“yes, your majesty.” any power your voice had was stripped long ago- and now you stood, barely by your own volition.

“yes- so now that brings us to today. one knight has been picked, the most capable of them all- from the prideful circle we have entrusted to guard our land.”

the lack of acknowledgement, of understanding from your father only grew the coils of embarrassment. eyes swept back and forth from your mothers feet to the kings- standing while complications of your incompetence were read out, only really paying attention when he spoke of just who was to be your knightly guard.

“ushijima wakatoshi- from henceforth will be the one to look after the princess regent to ensure her safety at all times, since we all know what a delicate flower she is.” his voice rumbling with saccharine sweetness that made your stomach turn, each syllable laced with pity and disappointment- treated like a kid when you held such a holy title.

your eyes immediately snapped up in sheer surprise- eyes wide, caught in surprise. you'd assume they would give you a low ranking barely trained disciple, not the commanding knight.

with a wave of the king's hand the fractured light still beaming behind them now radiated off polished metal plating as he stepped out of the line of knights guarding the throne, head held high- jaw set while he looked on, forward.

he was like a mountain, only ever watching him from your room while he trained in the courtyard; looking much taller with the mere feet of distance now.

the fluttering of your heart hadn’t ceased since you’d walked to your spot- but now it felt like a tiny drum made its home inside, feeling strangled while heavy steps began towards your form.

you didn’t know where to look, waiting to address- or not address him, not knowing if it was okay to do so before the throne. wavering in your stance once he stood close, to the right- one hand perched to the hilt of his sword and the other carrying his helmet, like stone while you swayed unsure next to him, scared to turn your head and look his way while your father’s wide smile pinned you down.

“ushijima, jewel of our knighthood- will you serve under the throne once more and protect the future queen?” he questioned, once more bearing the tone that didn't really leave room for questioning, absolute in everything he said.

the shift beside you was sudden, near dizzying as ushijima knelt beside you- head that had just been held so high turned downwards to show his loyalty.

it made your stomach turn, seeing someone so grand reducing themselves into a mere pawn just from the few words your father spoke. finally letting yourself move to watch him with wide eyes and an open mouth; in this moment it was the first moment of your life in which you’d want to openly defy your father. wanting to stop it all, to tell everyone you weren’t worth having someone with so much potential be stuck watching over you. but before any sound left, he spoke;

“yes, your majesty.” a voice so lovely stopped you in your spot. “i will protect the princess with my life.”

your throat constricted, tight- not letting you breathe with the finality he declared that sentence, wanting to ask if this was all necessary; you didn't want him to.

a princess who had their voice stripped away was nothing more than a figurehead; deemed holy from the moment you were born, looked on as something precious, unblemished and pure- paraded and shown around as a symbol of the prospering kingdom, showing how virile and strong your father was to produce such magnificent offspring and you hated it.

foregoing any sort of learning in favor of polishing your outward appearance and now you were being shamed for being unable to do anything, to defend yourself, to walk through the gardens, to go out and see the land which was your birthright. strung in front of the knighthood who were more than capable in every regard, some looking at you with resentment, knowing your comfy life was so much different from theirs.

a wave of your fathers hand was all it took to dismiss everyone. standing still- to not attract anymore attention, you waited for your knight to stand as well.

sweat rolling down in beads over the curve of your back, dreading the knowing look of distaste that would come from ushijima, not sure if you could handle it from someone so marvelous and loved as him- head tilting up to finally make the first contact.

but that wasn’t what you saw at all. blinking away the confusion- you could make out a softness; subtle and gentle, kind and almost reverent while he waited for you to retreat back to your chambers. there was no way you could curb your shock at the gentleness you were being looked at with, swaying from the overwhelming moments you’d just undergone.

unaccustomed to the shift in your regular repertoire of how to act and react, blindsided with the patience he showed as he tilted his head down. even with his hand pointed out in the direction back to your room, it took seconds before you could move once more- feeling faint while retreating back. ornate halls so familiar felt suffocating with him behind you, soft sounds of metal clambering and heaviness in each step was the only focus for now.

awkwardness you could almost touch felt like a hot wire, hand burning and unsure of where to rest- sweaty while you politely laid them at the front of you. trying to keep your image sane and perfect, just like how it was expected of you. the new dynamic of his presence while you walked down hallways that only seemed to be closing in on you brought temptation of just running for it- straightening out your back even more than usual, feeling his gaze like featherlight strokes down your shoulders.

you supposed it was natural for his gaze to linger on you- but the scrutinizing coming from him, from a knight… from a man, brought on another wave of dizziness.

calm steps were the only sounds that broke the silence between the two of you, that and the ever present sound of his armor- all the way until you stood at the heavy door to your bedroom.

finding it in you to turn around, you faced him for the first time.

even with the mere feet apart earlier, standing to you with inches of space left between the two of you made him feel bigger, taller, trying hard to keep yourself from shaking openly, you let yourself tilt your head up to look into his eyes.

wavering just a bit while he tilted his gaze down to you, hand coming to push away a stray strand of hair on your otherwise composed self, awkwardness making it hard to start talking. wondering why he was still standing before you, surely the great commanding knight would have better things to do.

“ah- i think this is where we part ways?” you questioned, knowing you’d be resigned to your chambers for the evening- waiting to prepare yourself for nightly rituals.

the first syllables spoken to him from your pouty lips felt like an iron grip made its home over his lungs- ushijima shifted from one foot to the other, pushing down on the hilt of his sword to adjust it’s positioning.

“i’ll be stationed outside your chambers from now on.” he responded, eyebrow quirking up at the way you reacted, eyes widening and lips dropping open before collecting your composure. hands closing into cute fists atop your dress, quirking a smile before coming back into yourself.

“i see, looks like your title won't be all ceremonial then.” with a politeness that was near painful, your head lowered in a bow- turning around to open your bedroom door, but not before moving to look at him over your shoulder.

catching the way his eyes roamed down the curve of your back as you did- fluttering lashes quickly coming back to your own.

“thank you ushijima, for being my knight.” you whispered, letting yourself come undone- knowing that now he would be spending his days with you and you with him but still not accustomed to converse freely with those of your opposite sex. shyly smiling once more before letting the door close, lingering against the thick wood in a slump- hands shaky and heart thrumming painful in your chest.

the single sentence almost punched the air out of his lungs, barely able to respond with a nod of acknowledgement before your door closed.

not knowing what the protocol for being left dizzy and feverish was, wondering if he should head to the apothecary before standing guard but quickly straightening up with a clearing of his throat- his own lips unable to keep from wearing just the tiniest smile.

the days with him by your side should have eased the tightness in your chest every time you were around him, but it hadn’t. if anything- every passing day made things difficult, dizzying. uncomfortable in the time everyone was gone and you were left alone with the exception of him for the first few hours of the newborn night. your treacherous brain feeding you scenarios that could and would never ever happen.

wondering what it would be like to let yourself reach and touch his skin freely, without the worry of divine intervention smiting down your lives by indulging in everything you’d dreamt of.

newly found feelings, born from gazes where you let yourself gaze upon his hands too long, looking at the form hidden underneath heavy plates when it was time to eat and he unbuckled his chest piece for comfortability.

or when he had to give his armor to the squires for maintenance and he wore nothing but fine fabric. dark and clinging onto his body; showing that he really was nothing less than a magnificent man under the reflective plates. gazing and watching him move anytime you could; flustered in particular on nights where you should have been sleeping.

should have taken into account that your whole life people told you just how holy and pure, untouched and unblemished your body was. a future gift for whoever your father picked as your husband because there was no way you knew how to comfort that flustering- hands shaky and clutching at your lavish bedding when his image brought throbbing and heat.

delirious and still wanting day by day when in shame you had to stand in front of the knight plaguing your thoughts- wondering if there was any way you could live a life in which you longed for him in this way. not knowing that he too was burdened in the heat your soft smile, lips and form brought.

two souls begging to be one- only given glances that lasted short and clipped, uncomfortable words exchanged, a politeness kept that wouldn't last.

peaked when an attempt on your life was made- want for him that had always been misplaced by foreign heat by you boiling over.

the clamor of heavy footfalls and clashing armor woke you with a start- peering wide eyed into the dark of your room before the heavy wooden door swung open in a wide arc.

blinking away stun while your eyes adjusted to the candlelight of the hallway. his tall and mountainous form backlit in a soft glow. sword unsheathed and pointed down- his movements awkward when he took in your seated form.

expecting to find you nice and sleeping, heavy fur clutched to your chest. resembling a scared, tiny animal; like a rabbit in the way your chest rose and fell in rapid succession. trying to hide his sword from you so as to not scare you further, he placed it behind him; hidden by his cloak.

eyes wide with shock and mouth parted with the fact that he was stepping in further to your room; being told your whole life how improper having a man, no matter the status- inside your living space. promised only to the man you would be wed to when picked, this startled you to no end. unable to really deal with the implication others had placed in this moment before he pushed forward once more.

“princess.” ushijima breathed, face growing red at the slow realization of what it meant to have him standing there.

him, a man there before a princess wearing only a thin slip- sleep looking good on your face, hair nothing like he’d ever seen on you. without ornate pins and kept down so as to not bother you, he thought with a harsh tugging in his stomach that it looked beautiful. hand clenching around his sword over and over with the urge to take his armored hand and run it over your soft cheek.

it was times like this that he wished he was better with his words. wanting to soothe your fright- wanting to let you know that as long as he was there, nothing would ever happen but he approached in the only tenderness he knew- knowing it came easier when you were involved.

“you must come with me.” he murmured, voice low- flinching when you reacted in panic. gaining the last bit of lucidness you had left- noticing the glint of his sword, the stance he took; protective, nearly reaching out to you- you knew what was happening.

“there’s people in the castle, isn’t there?” you responded, voice shaky with fear; only explanation possible with the way the panic outside was tangible, people calling for knights and protection.

“yes-“ he answered truthfully, hoping you believed in his strength, hoping just having him here with you would let you know nothing bad was to come.

it had come too late, the warning and yells from watching knights that mercenaries had breached the strong walls surrounding the castle, anyone of royal blood a direct target.

and even if there was always this chance that your life was in danger- the way he had come to see you, to spend time with you in close quarters only clouded his better judgment; knowing that you would be the only thing he would be protecting tonight. despite the others of his knighthood letting him know the king had requested his leave of the princess he was sworn to and ordered to guard him instead.

ushijima thought it despicable- only ever thinking highly of the crown, cowardice and need to save themselves turned his once unwavering loyalty towards the princess, knowing if she knew what his orders really were- would turn him away; but he couldn’t leave, not anymore.

“i have to escort you- we don't know if they know where you are.” he spoke calmly once again, “we must leave.”

there was no time to think anymore- listening to what he’s saying, legs sliding out from your covers. feeling silly for the embarrassment and shyness that struck you when you stood and the only thing keeping his eyes from your bare skin was nothing more than a thin white slip. head tilted down, guilty in the want to have him see you in such a state- wondering if he saw the holiness others said you were blessed with; skin gleaming with the touch of god- a gift.

but even if you weren’t looking, a prickling heaviness painted on your shoulders and neck, sweeping down your legs let you know his gaze was fixed. panic gripping with the sound of his footsteps falling, one after the other until he stood before you- breath hot and sweeping down onto you with each labored wisp, feeling like you’ve all but swallowed your heart in the newborn feeling of hope.

hope that his hands would reach and just touch your skin finally, wanting to wipe away all labeling pushed down onto your form of being more than fit to belong to anyone you chose, but instead a heavy fabric placed in careful movements dumped directly onto your back.

eyes snapping up, looking with a wide and questioning gaze- and seeing lidded eyes glazed over with a feeling familiar but not known to you. jaw clenched; letting his hand linger over your shoulder for just a second before nodding and stepping back away from the temptation of your body.

“they won’t know it’s you if you wear this.” ushijima spoke, roughed around the edges of his words- “stay close to me, and do not lift your head.”

this was the kindest act he took upon himself, shaky hands, ones you couldn't see as he tugged his robe up and over your head sitting over the corners of your sight- letting you see only yourself in the reflection of his chestplate.

like this, nearly curling into your space to tend to you, he felt everywhere. the outward rejection should have quelled any thoughts you had for him in the night. but wearing this- directly off his back, still warm with him, smelling like him, only further stroked the flames inside.

with the final seconds before he stepped back, out of the tiny space of yours. his hand stayed hovering over the top of your covered head- wondering if he could let himself bring it down, to soothe you physically- heart tugging in his chest to bring his hand down, but keeping the mantra of his duty replaying in the back of his mind; hand coming back down to his side, where it should be, he stepped away in the same motion.

“stay close to me.”

finality and a tense tone rang out from his lips, dressed in how he should speak to you as your knight- incapable of confessing the knot laying low in his stomach with the thought of something bad happening to you. not from the stance he should be taking but as something else, as a man looking over someone he cared for deeply.

smothering the need to kiss your face, to reach his strong fingers on either side of your face and hold you so that you could only see him at the sight of your wide eyes gleaming so prettily up at him, nodding nice and polite in acknowledgement.

steps taken from your room, his hands both occupied- one holding a torch and the other firm around the sword of his hilt resounded clearly in the moon bathed hallways.

every sound, no matter how small or loud had you nearly doubled over in fear- only barely muffled by the thick fabric of his cloak. staying mere seconds away from his back with how close you were, justified in the situation you let yourself indulge; too scared to care about any implications or godly punishments that could come, your hands reached to hold onto him.

“where are we going?” you questioned meekly, trying hard to keep up. fingers twisting into his overshirt even more at the feel of his deep voice rumbling through your hold.

“to my chambers- the lodgings where the knights sleep would have been a better hold, but it's too long of a walk.” he responded, clearing his throat with a cough thanks to the heavy presence of your tugging hands on the middle of his back.

every foot fall felt heavier with you like this, even more than when he had his usual pounds of armor on but he kept forward.

walking more than you ever had in your life, through hallways where knights were usually stationed at now vacant and eerily quiet- looking up at your own while the cold of dying winter breathed across your body.

ushijima’s large stature bore an air of edge to it, and even in the presence of you his sword hadn’t been sheathed once while you two made way to his lodging. already stoic and calm in whatever he did- there was nothing said between the two of you until he hurriedly spoke of how close you were.

something so small brought so much comfort- listening quietly while he explained the advantage of being roomed here for the night, hidden away and apart from the monumental castle. his residence resembling a building used to store wood or just another stable boy’s room, completely different to what you had been accustomed to.

but it was comfortable, you realized while he hurriedly ushered you inside- hand close to your lower back to guide you in front of him, only ever suggesting where you should go instead of insisting, letting you step inside and situate yourself wherever you pleased.

the tension in his shoulders only grew with you here with him- seemingly crowding your space with only him standing there.

“you should rest, i’ll continue to stand guard.” he spoke with certainty that that was what was going to happen, but there was no way you could sleep now, not with how tonight's events unfolded- choosing instead to sit right in the middle of your knight's bed- clambering to the middle. not nearly as lavish as yours, but still comfortable and warm. keeping the heaviness of his cloak draped around your shoulders, giving yourself small glances at him, standing guard just like he said, with his sword drawn. facing the door, ever cautious and strong.

knowing there wasn't going to be many chances like this, no eyes or ears here except for the two of you- voice small but still there, you let yourself ask him a question. addressing him with the guilt that was slowly melting away and no longer nagging at the back of your head of even being here with him, of wanting to entertain the need to reach out.

“do you wish you were out there?” you asked, the first sound between you and him after seemingly an eternity was your fragile voice, taking note of the way his shoulders tensed.

wondering if it really was anger, after all, that he felt towards you- forced to guard a helpless princess instead of joining his brothers in watch.

your fingers gripped at the hem of his cloak to tighten it around you further when he swayed. he wondered if he could even let himself turn to look at you. wondering what the proper thing to do when the most wanted and precious thing in the kingdom was sitting unaccompanied and unsupervised with the likes of him.

it took seconds too long for him to muster up the courage to speak- heat already singeing away at his nerves with the fact that something so delicate was sitting in the bed he slept naked on. wondering if you could smell the lust for you he kept hidden in the same spot you sat- after nights departed from you.

“no.” he finally responded, knowing the knighthood was capable. if he could be honest, there was no other place he’d pick, would rather live a thousand lives here in this moment where he could pretend that you were only his to keep.

not believing his word, you let your nose come close to the fabric; sniffling while guilty tears sprang, clinging onto your heavy lashes.

“i can’t imagine it's easy for you to stay here with me.” you warbled, already not accustomed to speaking to him for so long. he stuttered in his stance, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden air of sadness you let him feel.

“it’s not. but i made a promise, princess.” he spoke, truthful by birth but unknowingly keeping you dumb to the reason why it was so hard for him.

ever perceptive- he could hear the waver in your voice, immediately wondering what he could do to soothe your fears, a pang hitting his heart with the thought that you didn't think him capable enough to keep you safe. not knowing that you were in distress over something completely different.

“nothing will harm you-”

even with words meant to soothe, it only fell heavier against your chest, retreating into the little space you’ve created with his cloak, you could only take so much of his kind words before you whined out loud.

choking back any more pitiful sounds by pressing your lips against a cloaked arm- pinching eyes closed to stop the tears, guilty once more at reacting like this while he stayed so close.

but you couldn't stew in those emotions for long, startled by the way his stance changed- letting his sword down at an awkward angle, showing he wasn't focused on the door any longer, turning to look down at you.

and once again, he looked at you with patience and softness- face set and near emotionless except for his watchful eyes, taking time to let a small smile curl at the corner of his lips, to show you everything was okay. knocking any thought clear from your mind at the sight, now suffocated in the acknowledgment of just how handsome he was.

“we’ve spent our lives for this. no harm will come to you.” ushijima repeated, this time looking right at you- letting himself take two steps forward, ignorant to how close he was getting until he could hear your breath pick up.

so close, he realized he was so close when his thighs met the end of his bed- wondering if there had ever been a moment in the time he had been appointed as yours where he had been this close, close and alone.

the weight of his sword felt heavier, hold wavering while only you became the focus, snapping him out of the trance you put him under while the heavy and polished metal made contact with his leg.

reminding himself who he was, ushijima began stepping back.

but your hand, shaky but firm in its grasp reached out- tugging at the material covering his torso. a silent plea for more.

“stay. stay close to me, please?”

just like he had asked you to do earlier and there it was, knowing it would be a futile attempt to even turn his back and guard you while you wanted him closer. fingers lessening their hold against his hilt, letting his weapon fall beside him in a loud clamber.

the single sentence bringing him down onto his knees before you. fear striking through you at the thought of any more space living there. he had been put by your side to protect you, what more could being soothed by him do?

typical rules not applying to the current situation you’d found yourself in, not knowing if there even would be a ruling crown come morning- desperate in your attempt to keep him, familiar and strong all for you.

and it was as if he could feel your desperation roll of you in waves- hand reaching down to coax your own off the hold they had, stopping short when he remembered just who you were too.

hand curling into a fist drops down by his side in defeat, before shaking his head.

“i can't touch you.” he whispered lowly, strained and weakened by your temptation.

“but i want to feel you.”

the confession left him freely, mountainous weight that he’d bore with being in your proximity leaving him to breathe in a shaky breath.

there were painful seconds that came by, choking out a frantic plea once more- wanting him to see just how much you wanted him too.

“do you know what it’s like to lay awake at night- feverish and, and throbbing with need?” you questioned, breaking any line of thought he had; picking up his head to look at your desperate face.

heat curling up the base of your skull and prickling throughout your scalp, looking at your hands picking away at absolutely nothing on his cloak, still wrapped securely around you.

“wondering what you could do to make it go away, knowing the person you want the most standing outside your chambers, protecting you.”

words ever so truthful left you now, confessing on your own while his body rose up off his knees. shoulders straight, whole body seemingly taking a protective stance.

every single word you said like a punch to his gut- knowing now that this wasn’t a one sided tug, that he wasn’t taking advantage of the princess he was sworn to look over.

it took seconds to speak once again, wondering what would become of the night now.

“do you want me like i want you?” ushijima wondered, clearly knowing from what you said before that it was an agreement, but the already growing heat between his thighs wanted to know more of what you felt.

“yes.” you whispered back, sweating now while he stayed upright- peering down at you from his nose, highlighting just how big your knight was.

“have you ever laid with a man?”

the singular question would have had anyone hung for directing it towards you, but he didn’t give a damn anymore.

“no.”

he knew the answer- but in a twisted way, it settled any lingering thought of incompetence he felt for not being born of a noble family, to have you properly.

one last lingering gaze upon your body was all he gave you before strong hands reached for the cloak he had given you. tugging it off in one motion and leaving you how he had found you earlier tonight, setting his hands in a reach for his own clothes.

you knew wandering eyes were dangerous, knew that this was wrong for a lady, a princess nonetheless, to do. watching as his scarred hands dutifully removed layers of his thick clothing. nothing like you’d ever worn; your garments always soft and light, made from fine silk- but his were thick and dyed in dark colors, piece by piece laid down beside his bed from where you still sat, waiting.

his own eyes kept their sight on your face while he rid himself of everything, stopping only when a thin white blouse and his undergarments were finally revealed.

not letting himself look at anything else, think of anything else while he approached- knowing words would fail to encapsulate what was running through his head, feeling like an animal approaching his prey; a nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him what bad of an idea this was, he was turning his back on the oath he’d taken to protect you and your honor.

any semblance of reasoning for any of this, lost while both knees rested on either side of you, muscled body arching to lay heavy palms along the sides of your head while you followed.

caged between arms that you’d marveled at in passing, watching him while he leaned close-

sinful, burning lust crept up his neck with the revelation of how his stature must look hunched over your body. letting himself lean into you more, brought closer by the heaviness laying solid in his chest and core. wanting to reach you until he could feel the pout of your lips, sharing breaths intertwined with shaky desperation.

seconds crawled by while your soft hands clawed at his clothes, wondering what it would take for him to just touch you properly, not wanting to be marveled at any longer.

the same reverence you've seen before in passing strangers eyes looked down at you now- too much all at once.

“dont.” you whispered, chest tightening up. newly cried tears pooling by your lashes, fingers curling into his clothes with barely any strength- tugging away uselessly.

“don’t look at me like that.” you whined- wanting it to go away, to ease the guilt residing between your ribs.

your plea confused him, blinking away stunned stupor he didn’t realize he had slipped into. choosing to reach his hand up to your face- not touching, feeling overwhelmed already at the fact that you were laying between his legs while he looked down at you like this.

thumb once more barely catching bubbling tears springing forth under your eyes, wanting to do what he had set out to in the beginning- to take the fear away.

an inquisitive sound was all he could respond with. still too tenacious with you when all he wanted was to dig in.

“you look at me like i’m a goddess.” you finally breathed out- turning your face into the hand still trying to wipe away your tears.

being selfish, for the first time in your life- selfish in the warmth his palm radiated against your lips. turned to absolute gluttony while your legs shook, taking seconds to listen to the hitch in his breathing at the way your tongue pressed sinfully along his scarred palm before once again looking at him with wanting eyes.

“i don’t want to be holy, not anymore. not with you here with me.” you whined- painted in all the colors of want while confessing. sealing your fate, tainting holy skin that had been ritually washed and cleansed every night since your adolescence. tracing up and over his fingers, his hand hovered over your cheek in shock.

rationality screamed in waves to pull back- to stop your inching reach over his forearm now while he stared back. stomach dropping down completely when your treacherous and beautiful hand reached up over the neckline of his already low blouse, his whole body responding with heat while your palm laid flat against the beating of his heart.

heat that tugged and demanded attention when all he wanted to do was ignore it and hold onto it with both hands at the same time, conflicted in what he should do- wondering how someone so beautiful was becoming the very thing depositing years of stoic training.

finally sitting up farther from you when his cock twitched back in response to your finger brushing the sensitive skin of his neck. breathing heavy, nearly choking out a single apology for it, head tilting down to give himself a moment of reprieve. shielding his eyes from your wanting gaze, wondering what would become of him- or you, once he let his hands touch.

wanting to be the one to help your wants and needs, to help his own. god and everything holy- scripture detailing the gift that you were upon this land not present in this moment, not while the first graze of his sinful hand met your cheek, knowing it would have always been you that would be his undoing. damned if he let any of it go, selfishness the driving force now- his loyalty to the crown and god shifting all into a singular being that still whimpered and pleaded for him for more underneath him when he was doing everything you had been told not to let a man do.

without lifting his head, he let his thumb touch your lower lip- following it when your lips parted to let in a gasp.

eyes once more watering thanks to the singular touch he gave you, greedy hands opening to grab at his linen blouse to pull him down onto you. bunching up the fabric between your greedy hands, finding heated skin beneath and splaying your palms down the muscled expanse of his broad body.

listening to every labored breath ushijima seemed to indulge himself in, your hands couldn't keep from wandering and feeling every dip and ripple of muscle kept unmoving in fear of breaking this moment with you.

fingertips tracing over risen skin, copious and seemingly painted all over his body;

“ushijima?” you whispered, eyes widening at the realization that these were scars running along his back. throat tightening with the need to cry, glazed eyes looking at his face- unable to speak when it was a soft smile that looked back at you.

“it was all for you. the fighting- training, it was to keep you safe.” he finally responded, switching the weight of him all to one hand, once more repeating the process of wiping away tears but this time letting his thumb drag along the swell of your cheek; touching you freely.

“it was always for you- watching you wave at the people with a kind smile, watching you pick flowers in the courtyard.”

“i wasn't chosen to become your knight,” he murmured- voice heavy and truthful, “i volunteered. if only to see more of your smile.”

the heaviness resting between your lungs crawled up your throat, letting go in the form of a silent sob- feet planting on the fur beneath you two, thighs rising up to rest against his hips; you couldn’t take it anymore.

crazed and feverish and wanting him all at once- lifting your body up and off the bed to press your cheek along his neck and whimpering, wanting him to take all the throbbing and fear, to leave behind more of the singeing heat in the spots your skin met.

“please-“

the singular murmur, airy and wavering in every syllable made his hands come to wrap around your body- still knowing just how horrible it was to leave a princess like you wanting anything. wondering if he could do more to stop even your pleas from leaving your mouth.

what kind of knight would he be if he couldn’t satiate his princesses wants, throwing all better judgment out the door- not wanting to keep you hurting like he was any longer.

curling down further, weight of himself settling down onto you like you wanted- feeling every shuddering breath he let himself take as well.

“It's okay.” his voice comfort enough to keep your shaking body still while slowly detangling himself against your hold- keeping strong hands along the curve of your sides.

patience wearing thin because amidst the heat of his body there’s something throbbing resting along your thigh while he pulls back and attends to your body with softness in every movement- foreign to him is the restraint of his strength.

“there’s something-” you whine, moving your leg up to feel more, stopped in your shifting by his hand coming down over it, pinning your thigh back down onto the bed; your slip already bunched up against your hips and his hand coming into complete contact with you.

stars dancing in his vision with the contact, strained groan tumbling past his lips while listening in on your pretty gasp in reaction to the tightening hold he held there. swallowing tersely before letting his grip relax- wondering if anything else that had been done before was sinful, this surely would be the thing to damn him.

but picking his head up, letting him look at you for a reaction- he saw nothing but a neediness that swallowed you. lips wet from your own tongue, eyes lidded and breathing out small pants- cock hard and responding with another throb at the sight.

“its me, princess.” ushijima grunted, feeling lightheaded all at once with how you reacted to his words- testing the strength of his grasp with another undulation of your hips.

knowing there was no turning back, a hand reached down to hold onto his cock through the cotton still keeping his form from your eyes.

eyes that nearly strained to look while he palmed himself openly- trying to ease the hurt.

there was no plan for what to do next, too dumb and painfully new to all of this. an attempt of squeezing your legs together failed by the thickness of his body still between them, breathing out an almost annoyed whine not going unnoticed by him.

“it hurts.” ushijima states like he knows, because he does- his own throbbing clear and tangible but yours is still hidden between your legs, and he's never wanted to implore and know more than now.

“i can take it away, make you feel better.” he near rambles, removing his hand from his throbbing cock and now taking both your thighs in emboldened hands. only ever finding softness like yours in the petals that are born in coming spring.

he himself not knowing if the words he spoke rang true, incessant need to bury his cock in the softness undoubtedly sitting pretty between your still clenching legs. responding to what he spoke of like it had been what you’d been waiting for all your life. blooming in the way you let yourself fall apart, head tilting back to come away from his stare- turning your gaze to the side while you felt the thin material of your dress come up even further.

“wakatoshi.” you whispered, tears coming forth in pure lust; helping him by reaching for his still hands- placing yours atop his and finally, finally bringing his thumbs into contact with your core.

stupefied by the single utterance of his denomination- first name stripped away from the titles and the air of authority that came with his last one. now knowing you saw him as a man, about to be touched by a man, defiled and indulging in sinful acts like two people forgone by any pretense. he let his thumbs dig in, hissing out words of praise he didn’t know would come so naturally, tracing out the shape of your cunt through the last little bit of fabric hiding you away.

wondering how you could be so wet- the fabric covering shades darker with arousal, heat emanating so close to his touch.

letting his thumbs dig in, pushing apart the swell of your pussy- mouth salivating when the fabric is unable to hide you from his prying, huffing out a shaky breath at the sight of you.

it was all too much, sitting there and ogling at your cunt was never going to be enough with just how much he wanted you and with the way you drooled all over his digits. silently pleading with himself to utter more than a shaky apology, fingers reach to grab at the waistline of the cloth keeping you away, and tugging all the way down your legs.

there had never been a time in his life where he thought any sort of his own strength would be used against you- but it was all different now.

he knew you wanted him, knew that just by touching you and feeling you hadn’t immediately brought down the wrath of god; indulging in what he could while he was here with you, protecting and servicing himself to your needs.

easy to reach, listening in to the way you whine and nearly coo at him for the act; fingers wrapping under your thighs to pull your legs up and over his own thighs, resting your softness atop hardened muscle like it belongs there.

slowly reaching for his own waistband, wondering if you had any conflicting thoughts about any of this.

“do you still want me princess?” ushijima wonders, thumb dipping into the thatch of hair lining downwards, letting you openly look at him while inches of his hard cock is revealed.

you could barely push past the wavering sight of him thanks to how hard your heart beats in your chest, wiggling your already risen hips with the feeling of arousal rushing past your cunt and down into the seam of you; fluttering between looking at his face and the length being revealed. nearly holding your breath, never seeing a thing like his cock standing; tip weeping and red, angry, throbbing in tandem with the clenching of your cunt.

despite it all, lidded eyes close to moan in response- already silenced by just being spread open and gazed at.

but just your pleading sound wasn’t enough for him- hunger eating away at the need for you, it made him feel dizzy.

his hand reached for your face, holding you still while a stuttering heartbeat was all that was let pass before he leaned down and spoke, nearly growled it against your lips.

“say it.”

gasping in response to how he handled you, not like you’d been made of glass or how gentle everyone treated you your whole life- but in a tandem response to lust that was too heavy to bear.

“i want you wakatoshi.”

there it was again- the utterance of his first name on your sinful tongue, breaking him down even worse than he was before.

this time his hips bucked down onto you, pressing his heavy cock along the mess between your legs- still drooling all over yourself.

the feeling of meeting you like this came immediately, panting while he reached down to kiss you- sloppy and full of teeth, silently begging you to forgive him for not knowing how to treat you any softer. but this was all energy he had kept pent up and locked away, only ever thinking this was possible in his head- tongue laving down over your bottom lip while shaky hands reached up for his hair and tugged.

there had already been too much time wasted between the two of you, your legs coming up to hook around his waist, and his own hand releasing the hold of your face to wrap his fingers over his heavy cock.

whispering small tokens of reassurance- knowing how well endowed he was for a man and that meeting like this; trying to receive him would be an accomplishment itself.

“my princess.” ushijima whispered while testing, pressing the swollen head of himself against your pussy; trying to keep it all tampered down despite your squealing.

“you’re mine now.”

letting yourself be taken like this, wanting it more than anything helped while he pushed inside- wide eyes blinking away tears and biting back choked out whimpers of pain while he filled and filled.

slotting himself so tight every brush of his length sounded sticky, back arching with the meeting of his hips to yours, swallowing down harshly to let yourself mewl for even more.

pain new and exciting, feeling this full and satisfied even newer and even more exhilarating- trying to blink and make sense of absolutely anything except for the fact that he was shaking hard and breathing even harder.

restraint looked absolutely sinful on him, brows furrowed down in harsh concentration- hands that had wandered down to your sides took fistfuls of your slip to bunch up and use as leverage, waiting for the dazed and pinched look on your face to dissipate before even attempting at rocking his hips.

but even looking down at you, he saw you wanted more- felt it with eager clenching of your sinful cunt, once more breaking away that strong reserve of his, testing your own will by bringing his hips away.

pulling out of the mess and desperate clutch of your pussy, taking time to breathe while you nearly sat up in desperation; missing the heavy heat inside of you, quickly satiated and fucked down onto the bedding with a strong and immediate push inside- enough force to send you rocking downwards and squealing.

“mm- wakatoshi, i want more.” you cried- forgoing any mask or pretense, any reserve of your dignity in favor of feeling this once more, virgin cunt sending searing pain up your stomach before resolving completely into a tingling bloom of pleasure branching from where his big cock split you open.

twisted heat you felt before only ever resolved by him, pushing out any fear and panic you'd felt earlier by filling you up with his length, fingers digging into his arms when he let the weight of himself come right back down.

palms splayed out beside your head balling up into fists at the biting pleasure- spiting directly in the face of the oath of chastity he’d taken, watching your body bounce in the first uneven tempo of his hips.

your sticky body shake and curl underneath him trying so hard to temper down just how good this all was, trying to focus on him and him on you.

no direction given, no prior knowledge to any of this made you both dizzy and dumb- doing nothing more than shamelessly rut against eachother before his hips frantically pistoned in and out; reaching deeper the more he pulled out, thrusts so heavy and lasting you could feel them with every swallow, that you could hear in the broken wavering shouts of your voice.

you’d never felt like this, blackening dots dancing in your vision the more he continued- curling spiral of that hot pleasure tightening and coiling near painfully in the pit of your tummy the longer he continued. every second passing frantically and feeling it in the splattering of your arousal clear over your thighs and the heaviness of his balls tamping down over and over the curve of your bottom.

turning your head, searching his eyes for silent confirmation that this was okay, that you weren’t going crazy before the burning returned full force.

scrambling to find any sort of purchase on his big body- your hands looked for his shoulders. once more tugging him down close, to muffle and press back the feeling of your very self into your body in the twisted wanting tingling every inch of you.

“please, i’m- it feels-“ your broken words and scrambled thoughts just barely reaching his own clouded ears, letting you know that this was all okay with the curling of his hand splayed behind your head to hook your face into his neck. curling a strong arm under your back- keeping you in place while animalistic thrusts increased at the tightening your pussy put his big cock through.

swearing down everything he’d ever known- ushijima was tugged along to your orgasm, holding you while the tremors of your body struggled against him- knees knocking up against his rutting hips, grunting at every impale of his dick against your squeezing- only helped by your gushing, liquid heat splattering down his thighs before dripping back down onto you. nails leaving scars of your own touch onto his already marred back- chanting his name like it was the only thing you’d known, that you would ever know.

and just like the watchful and strong knight he was, his own body seemed to understand the weakened state he’d put you in- lips open while short puffs of his breath inhaled and exhaled, grunting at the fullness in his balls; now swelling to the point they hurt before his own body began trembling.

an uncounted number of thrusts, coming down in rapid succession, finally knocked the wind out of you with desperate little squeaks before he stilled completely. face turning to groan low and deep and long into your cheek- pinning your hips down to receive the heat he’d held onto for so long, cumming in thick and viscous spurts so thick it pushed passed either sides of your swollen lips; wondering with clouded judgment if he would ever stop filling you.

digging his knees into the bed to press himself completely and utterly close to you, your hips doing nothing but following up and up, letting him squeeze and bring you wherever he wanted.

seconds turned to minutes before either of you could move, muscles screaming in protest at any attempt to even adjust one another- you thankful that he was so strong, that he could still keep you up with one hand wrapped around you and the other hand holding your head up.

thoughts drifting into nothing but what just happened, always returning back to the soft looks he’d always given you, to the way he felt and fucked you, to the soft and broken sentences of just how beautiful you looked and felt agaisnt him.

“will you ever forgive me for this?” he wondered out loud, cock soft by the time he began speaking- slowly letting it slip out of you, grunting once at the sound of his still swollen cockhead popping out your battered pussy. stomach tensing, muscles rippling under his skin when his soft length dropped back down onto his drained balls with a mess of shared cum painting him, pubes a mess of it all as well.

you looked at him inquisitively, soft now- tired and sleepy with what you’d undergone.

“for what will come in the nights following all of this.” he whispered, letting you go to marvel at your body.

thumbs once more returning to your ruined cunt and slipping between swollen folds.

you could only reach for him with a weak hand, bringing the now soiled digit into your lips with care and that softness he’d just dug his scarred fingers into. letting him go once satisfied and clean, never feeling as holy and bathed in divine wholeness before this. beckoning for his body with outstretched hands- letting him carefully slot his weight atop yours.

“i’m your princess now, wakatoshi. anything you’d give me- i want.”

it was the only sentence you’d ever spoken where you used your title in a selfish manner- letting yourself indulge in this sin; gluttony looking good on your wet lips.

finally having him; your knight- you knew you’d never want anything else, holding him deep into the night knowing he’d protect you from anything you’d ever worry about facing.

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ meian's milf fan club ⠀ 〳 ⠀ m.shugo ‵ ❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) the things you'll do for an autograph for your son.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — happy mother's day to the moms with children out there, the moms who have pets, the moms who are plant moms, the people that got babies on sims 4, the older siblings that had to pick up the motherly role. hope y'all enjoy your day.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — female anatomy reader, her/she pronouns, reader is going through a divorce, mentions of volleyball games, tie usage, meian is a milf chaser, fingering, slight crack at the end, cumeating, dirty talk, flirty!meian, slight power dynamic, mentions of reader having a landing strip, toxic!meian, power dynamic (meian makes reader work for that autograph wink wink), , wc; , collab entry for @ry0m3n the milf collab event. minors dni !!

YOU WOULD WALTZ AROUND YOUR ROOM SEARCHING FOR THE PAIR OF HEELS YOU WERE WEARING TONIGHT. Your hand tugged on the diamond studs as your eyes were scanning the master bedroom of your home. Something that was filled with many memories of your soon-to-be ex-husband. Your best friend was in your bedroom flipping through a magazine, occasionally glancing up from the magazine to watch you change into different dresses. She didn’t particularly understand why you were panicking to find the perfect dress. It was only a sports gala that you were attending with your soon-to-be ex-husband. 

Weird right? Your husband was a huge thing when it came to sports. After all, he owned a company of sports drinks that were promoted and used by every professional sport you can think of. The glitz and glamour of being married to him started as an open book fairytale. However, as years went on the marriage only got darker. The cheating, the lies, you name it. You pushed forward wanting to only stay together for the sake of your six-year-old son, but you couldn’t endure the pain anymore. Filing for divorce was the only option. Which to your shock, your husband took it quite well. He most likely was waiting for you to bring it up. But due to your husband's huge image, he was willing to make the divorce super easy for you. With spousal support, you get to keep the house, and all the glitz, and glamour. As long as you kept the divorce on the low. Which meant still pretending to be his happy wife as you attended your last public outing together. 

You would twirl around the blue dress, the velvet fabric contrast your skin so well and the high slit in it exposed your smooth right leg. You would give your best friend a subtle smile, “Is the slit too much?” You asked as you blinked at them a couple of times. You rubbed your lipstick-colored lips together waiting for a response. 

“The slit is fine, you’re about to put me and him to sleep if you change one more time,” Your best friend said as she motioned to your son who was laying his head on her lap while he played with his Nintendo Switch. “Plus, your husband—I mean soon-to-be ex-husband is waiting downstairs.” She says.

“Right…” Your voice trailed off as you went to go put on your heels and grab your clutch. You would give yourself one last glance in the full body mirror. 

“Remember what I said,” Your son chirped up as he looked at you. He sat up off his godmother’s lap to give you some cheeky grin. 

When you looked at him, you hated to admit that he stole his whole face from his father. Even down to the subtle dimple that poked out when he smiled at you. “If that volleyball player is there, I should get his autograph. Yeah, yeah. I remember kiddo.” You would give a kiss on the cheek that he would wipe off. 

“He isn’t just that volleyball player mom. He’s Meian Shugo! Say it with me now, Meian Shugo.” Your son commented as he looked at you with so much excitement in his eyes.

You would only hum in response tugging on your wedding ring. It felt so odd wearing the diamond ring that glistened in every Instagram photo you posted of yourself. Perhaps, it was because the love was no longer there when you wore it. “Just be on your best behavior okay?” You would blow one last kiss at him before disappearing out of the room. 

Your quick strides down to the living room where your husband was on the phone with his publicist. He didn’t even notice you were walking downstairs. You mentally knew how this night was going to pan out. You walk the red carpet together, take a couple of pictures, and then he disappears for the whole night until he was ready to go. When he finally ended the call, he still didn’t take much effort to notice your beauty as you were dolled up. 

“We’re already late, so let’s go!” was the only thing he said before leading the way outside the mansion you resided in. 

“Asshole.” You uttered under your breath following behind him like a puppy. 

The glitz and glamour of the gala were obviously on full display when you entered the venue. You had seen so many familiar faces that have been in the sports industry, but your eyes were focused on trying to find a certain volleyball player. You clutched onto your husband's arm with a fake smile, saying greetings to people who saw the two of you. You didn’t care to fake smile in these people's faces, especially considering that a lot of them were beyond fake and talked about each other. 

The wives hated the girlfriends. The girlfriends hated the wives. The men attempted to out flex each other when in reality they were in debt or avoiding paying their rightful amount of taxes. And god forbid a sports player brought their notorious side chick to the event. Your husband stopped in front of the table where many wives sat, you gave him the most pleading look.

“I promise to come to check up on you,” He kisses your temple before letting the grip he had on you go.

“Y/N!” One wife said as she held up her glass.

You could tell she was drunk as she slurred her words. You sat down at the table, crossing your smooth legs over one enough. You were mentally preparing yourself for the gossip you were about to hear. “So did you ladies hear? Those fine volleyball players are here?” One wife gushed. 

You leaned forward with curiosity, “Really? Which ones?” 

You watched another wife's eyebrows raised at you, “The Black Jackals, do they pique your interest?” 

“My son is a fan of one of them.” You said. “I promised to get an autograph. Meian Shugo. My son can’t get enough of the guy.” 

You watched as the table grew quiet and sipped on the expensive champagne. “Oh, you ladies gossip about everything else and now want to be quiet. Cat got your tongue?” 

It took you time to realize that the ladies grew quiet because the one man whose name fluttered off your tongue was walking towards the table right now. “He’s a milf chaser Y/N and he’s heading right our way.” One of the wives finished their drink with quickness and quickly fixed her dress. More specifically, pushing her cleavage up some. 

“And this is my cue to work my magic,” You smiled at them before you pushed yourself out of your seat.

Your quick motion nearly caused you to bump into the tall volleyball player, but you regain your composure with a quickness. Instantly extending your hand exposing the diamond ring on your wedding finger, “Mr. Shugo, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Y/N L/N. My son is a huge fan of yours.” 

You felt his soft lips kiss the back of your palm and instantly your skin grew hot at the sudden motion. But as you could feel the stares from the other wives burning at your backside, you quickly removed your hands. If you were pretending to still be married to your husband, you wouldn’t have allowed that. You purposely exposed the hand with the wedding ring and he didn’t even care.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too. I’m so honored to be endorsed by your husband’s company,” Meian respectfully admitted. “Let’s talk more in private.” He said as he smiled at you.

You hated to admit that this man was extremely attractive. Seeing his foolish smile on his face caused your words to trap in the back of your throat. You returned the smile before accepting his arm to talk in private, glancing back at the other wives as they gave you a thumbs up and were egging your behavior on.

When you and Meian were in a more secluded area, he grabbed two glasses of champagne from a server rushing by you two. Your back pressed against the wall as you looked at him, completely caged in by the volleyball player while you sip on champagne. You didn’t understand why your eyes darted around the room searching for your husband, he didn’t even bother to compliment how beautiful you looked. So why were searching for his eyes to find you a corner with Meian Shugo?

“I’ve noticed, you introduced yourself without your husband’s last name,” He pointed out.

Your lips formed a straight line as you just noticed what you had said minutes ago. “It’s a habit, you won’t understand since you’re not married.” You countered.

“Hmm, okay.” He said. “But you would think you two would be together during this event, I originally wanted to speak with him about the endorsement he gave my team,” Meian explained.

Your eyebrows raised at him, “Endorsement?” 

“Yeah, I just signed the contract like three weeks ago. He was the one that granted my team invitations to this event.” 

Your husband didn’t tell you this and you felt some type of way. He was well aware of the endorsement and had a three-week span to grant your son’s wishes to get an autograph from Meian. For some reason, that had your blood boiling. You chugged the rest of your champagne as a waiter walked by you, and you stopped the young gentleman with a quickness. You placed your glass on his tray and grabbed a napkin off of it and the pen that was poking out of his red-colored vest pocket. You then motioned to Meian, “My son’s a huge fan and I promise him an autograph. It’s the least you could do since my husband’s company endorse your team.” 

You heard a deep chuckle from Meian as he stared at the pen and napkin like it was a foreign object. It was as if you read his mind because instantly, you cut him off with a question. “You want something in return?”

“Maybe.” He said with a cheeky grin on his face. 

Now it was time for you to let out a chuckle, “So, the rumors are true. You chase after married moms.” You rolled your eyes as you crumpled up the napkin. 

“I wouldn’t say chase, they come to me first,” Meian shrugged as he looked at you. 

A shiver went down your spine as you could tell he was drinking in your sultry looks. It was as if he was undressing you with his charming eyes. “And I’m not chasing you, it was a pleasure talking to you Mr. Shugo.” You gave him a fake smile as you pushed by him, but you felt him grab a hold of your wrist to tug you back. 

“Meet me in the parking lot in about ten minutes if you want the autograph,” Meian says giving you a wink before he let you go. 

As you searched through the venue for your husband, your fingertips kept brushing against your wrist where Meian’s firm grip once was on. Perhaps, if your husband saw you, he would give some fake reassurance to talk you out of the scandalous thoughts of even falling for Meian Shugo’s temptation. When you saw him communicating with some men, you attempted to intrude in. Grasping onto his arm like the trophy wife you were supposed to be, but he completely rejected you. Swatting your hand away like an annoying fly. You felt your cheeks heat up in pure embarrassment as the men that were conversing with your husband would sip their alcohol awkwardly. 

You didn’t even bother to excuse yourself before you detach yourself from the group. Your newest mission is to find Meian in the parking lot as quickly as possible. You pushed the door open, your eyes scanning around the parking lot filled with luxury cars. However, Meian wasn’t anywhere to be in sight. Perhaps, he found another lonely mother to pester in the event. Perhaps, it was time for you to call it a night. Your plan of being a trophy wife wasn’t going particularly right and the mission for an autograph was going downhill also. 

“Wow, you beat me out here.” Meian’s voice boomed behind you. 

You stared at him before speaking, “I’m just here for the autograph. However, I know with you it will have some price towards it and extra money added to your endorsement deal isn’t the price you’re referring to.” 

As the two of you walked towards his car, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of your red bottom heels clicking against the ground. “That is true. My autographs have a very particular price when it comes to pretty women.” 

“This could be a huge lawsuit one day, goodbye to your career.” You huffed.

“This could be a huge shit show for your image, goodbye to your marriage.” Meian mocked. “Or is your marriage already falling apart, Y/N?” 

You couldn’t let him get under your skin like this.  “Oh screw you!” You said. “What exactly do you want Meian?” You crossed your arms over your chest glaring at him. “Do you get a hard-on fucking married women? Or moms? Or moms who need autographs?” Your hand went up to toy with his black tie.

His teeth grazed at his lower lip before he’s speaking once again, “All of the above. You just fall in all three categories. I’m not asking for much, but let me make you feel good, Y/N.” His fingers brushed against your forearms. 

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at the volleyball player in front of you. The crisp air in the parking lot caused a shiver to travel down your spine. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this. The smug look on Meian’s face as he was leaning against his white Model X Tesla. The black-tie that complimented his nicely tailored suit was loosened up as he shoved his hands in his slacks. “So what do you say?” He asked.

“Only fingering, okay?” You asked. Your eyes were more or so challenging the volleyball player in front of you. “That’s it!” Your perfectly manicured fingers drove into his broad chest. 

You watched as his hands went up in defense before speaking, “Fine with me, unless you ask for more.” 

The sound of his car was unlocked, he opened the door for you. Before you stepped into the luxury car, you reached under your dress to take your underwear off. You felt the crispy air hit your cunt before you climbed into the car. The temporary memory of your college days of climbing in the back seat of one of your flings cars. The adrenaline that was rushing through your veins caused your heart to speed up. In your mind, you were doing something that could make your son happy. However, the consequences of your actions would be huge if anyone saw the two of you together. 

The sound of the door slamming behind your frame caused you to relax on the seats below your body. Your panties were in the palm of your hand as you were taking in your surroundings of the car. You’ve been in a Tesla before considering your husband owned two, but you still felt like you were in a foreign atmosphere. It was as if you were in Meian’s world just by the scent of his car. You were glad that the windows to his car were tinted, but you were sure just by the few minutes of knowing him, he would roll the windows down just so anyone passing by could hear your subtle moans of his name. 

When you heard the door open once again, Meian’s climbing in tugging off the jacket of his suit and his tie. You took note of how focused he was doing such a simple task, especially considering that he was about to finger you. 

“You might want to roll up your dress a bit, don’t want it to get ruined,” Meian commented. 

“It’ll be okay due to the slit, plus...I had already taken off my underwear,” You had opened your once closed fist showing him the black lace thong you previously were wearing. 

“Whatever you say,” Meian warned. “I’m just letting you know that I’m really good at what I do. I don’t mind messing up the seats of my car because I can always get in clean—”

“And I can always get this dress redesigned for me,” You pointed out. “Let’s just get this over with since you want to gloat ever so wonderfully about what you do.” You did air quotes on the ‘what you do’ part of your comment. 

“Fine, give me your wrist and come sit on my lap,” Meian said.

Although he didn’t raise his voice at you, his words came out like a command. Perhaps, that was his captain instincts coming out. You went to fuss, but you knew that would only delay how quickly you wanted the situation to end. You climbed into Meian’s lap, once again getting a whiff of his scent. It was different from your husband’s usual expensive cologne. It was new, addicting actually. You extended your wrist waiting for Meian’s next move. 

A subtle gasp escaped your mouth when you felt him tie his tie around your wrist to bound them together. It wasn’t tight enough to leave a bruise, but it was tight enough for you to not get out of it. “Is this necessary?” You asked.

You felt Meian’s fingertips tracing alongside your leg, inching closer and closer to the inside of your thighs. He completely ignored your curious question before you melted into his soft touch of rubbing at your folds. Your eyes fluttered closed as you indulged in Meian’s soft touch. Your teeth nibbled at the skin on your lower lip feeling Meian collect the slick in between your thighs.

“Look at you already wet,” Meian said while his index and middle finger rubbed at your clit. “I didn’t even touch you before.”

The feeling of his fingertips rubbing at your clit caused a chill to travel down your spine and your thighs to tremble while you were in his lap. When your thighs attempted to close running away from indecent touch, Meian’s hands pushed them apart once again. “Just let me take care of you.” His words whispered into your ear.

Perhaps it was bizarre to exchange sexual favors for an autograph, any other parent would shun you for your behavior. However, the feeling of Meian’s digits swirling around your puffy lips pushed you into a new mindset. Maybe, you should indulge in the temporary pleasure of Meian Shugo. When you let a moan slip out your mouth, it was like a switch went off in Meian’s head. It was like a green light for him to finally do what he bragged to you about. 

The intense feeling of Meian’s index and middle finger pushing itself into your cunt caused your heart to skip a beat. Your voice croaked in your throat and your breathing grew uneasy. With the pornographic squelching sound that bounced off the interior of the corn, your thighs shook aggressively once you felt Meian quicken the pace of fingering you. With each pounce forward with his fingers, you found your hands reaching to push them away. 

You now understood why he used his tie to tie your wrist together. You were completely vulnerable to the intense pleasure you were enduring. Your eyes water as you coughed up sultry moans with each thrust of his fingers. You felt his lips brush against the side of your neck. Meian littered hot kisses among your neck before you felt his breath tickle the bridge of your earlobe. “It feels good, huh?” He questioned.

You nodded frantically like a desperate school girl. You leaned into his touch, your hips rocking into his fingers for more friction. The burning pit in your stomach was aching to put out. Feeling Meian add another finger caused your whimpers to grow louder. “Tell me Y/N, does your husband make you feel like this?” 

You felt his fingers remove themselves from your drooling cunt. His fingers once again rub at your sensitive bud. “Answer me.” 

“No, not—“ Your whimpers interjected your words. “Not like he used to.” 

You could feel that Meian’s lips curled into a devious smirk as he rubbed at your clit some more until you were forced to be pushed over the edge. Your orgasm sputters out like a busted pipe. Your toes curled while Meian rubbed in a circular motion through your orgasm. Vision going blurry and chest rising aggressively, you never felt like this before. 

Your soon-to-be ex-husband didn’t touch you like this. You exhaled breathless pants as your body seemed to fall back into Meian’s chest. Your eyesight slowly came back to you as you were trying to regain the little bit of movement in your legs. Your legs felt like you have been running a marathon and finally finished at the finish line. The mess on the seat caused your cheeks to radiate so much heat as you let out a sigh. “So, I’m expecting autographed gear to be sent to my house in twenty-four hours. You can contact my assistant on Instagram about my P.O. Box information.” You expressed.

You had searched for your lace panties that were carelessly thrown on the floor during the fingering session. You could feel your cunt pulse at the sight of Meian’s fingers in his mouth tasting your cum. You let out a sigh before grabbing your heels and stepping out of the car. 

“I’ll do you better, I’ll even do a house visit. Just for you,” Meian says as he stepped out of the car. Your eyes couldn't help but travel down at how hard he was. 

You weighed out the options mentally. Your husband did say he wanted the divorce to be on the down-low, which you knew any gossip going around that you were sneaking around with a volleyball player could be trouble. Perhaps, this was the excitement you needed in your life at the moment. Especially years of being touch deprived by that same husband that wants the divorce to be done under the table. But those words by the other wives you socialized with just were lingering in the back of your mind. Your lipstick-covered lips turned into a smirk before speaking, “The autographs will be just fine. I would hate to be in debt with you, Meian Shugo.” 

“It’s more of a two-way deal. Your son gets to see his favorite volleyball player, I get to see you. We both win in this situation.” Meian explained as he was fixing himself. 

You let out a chuckle, “In your dreams Number 4.” You shrugged as you smiled at him before twirling around and disappearing behind the multiple cars in the parking lot, leaving a stunned Meian to deal with his lingering thoughts and even harder boner. 

Later on that night, Meian sat in his hotel room with a black sharpie in hand as he was autographing different things, he heard his phone bing. Then he heard multiple notifications. It was either him being involved in some weird gossip or the group chat being active at like three in the morning. 

[ BLACK JACKALS GROUP CHAT. ]

HINATA: where did you disappear off to? BOKUTO: boning someone’s mom, that’s where he disappeared off to. SAKUSA: you’re sick if that’s true MEIAN: 🤧🤧🤧🤧 ATSUMU: who was it this time? one day their husbands are going to jump you  MEIAN: that one guy who owns that sports drink company HINATA: the one that gave the speech tonight? 🤔 SAKUSA: the one we all just got endorsed by? 🤔 ATSUMU: okay, if we lose our endorsement because of you, we will jump you!! MEIAN: don’t worry, it was a one and done thing BOKUTO: i have a serious question  HINATA: oh brother… BOKUTO: landing strip, not waxed at all, or completely bald?ATSUMU: dude! MEIAN: landing strip 

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ happy together ⠀ 〳 ⠀ u.wakatoshi ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) if i should call you up, invest a dime. and you say you belong to me and ease my mind. imagine how the world could be, so very fine. so happy together or in which the heir to the biggest mafia/yakuza in japan is in an arranged marriage with a foreigner & it turns into a wicked jealous filled obsession. inspo from happy together by the turtles

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — fem reader, her/she pronouns, female pet names, the reader is black coded (mentions of skin complexion but isn't centered around the plot), yandere themes, yandere!ushijima, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, mentions of gore, yakuza/mafia au, choking kink, character death, possessive!ushijima, ooc!ushijima (only said ooc cause he does not act like the way he acts in hq), toxic relationship, ushijima father slaps him in one part, arranged marriage au, apart of @thicksimpx 'omertá 1k collab event', minors dni !!

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HOW COULD SOMEONE’S HANDS FEEL SO COLD? That thought lingered in the back of your mind when you felt Ushijima Wakatoshi’s hand placed on the lower part of your back as you waltz around the venue. You remembered how his touch felt so cold that it sent a shiver down your spine even though minutes ago you complained about hot you were in the vintage well-tailored white dress. You never actually expected your life to take a sudden change due to your father. It was a bit comical considering that he got you into this marriage and didn’t even bother to show up to walk you down the aisle.  You felt like a sheep among some vicious hungry wolves. You had no friends in Japan. You had no family in Japan. Just Ushijima and his circle. You couldn’t even contact your family unless they contacted you first. You would think that you were the president’s daughter, but you were only one of the richest men in the world's daughter. That came with consequences. Your life was always under a microscope. Eat this. Dress this way. Don’t date this person. Attend this university. You didn’t actually think you’ll be scribbling ‘have an assassination threat on your head’ off your Bingo card.

So here you were, bound with Ushijima Wakatoshi for your safety and the future of your family. You should have known that an arranged marriage was going to be put on the table. Someone one would question why a foreigner has been hanging around the notorious family that controls more than eight districts in Japan. You planned to lay low, enjoy your time in Japan, maybe go back to school, and then when your father contacted Ushijima’s father, go back home. But the thing is, you knew that it wasn’t any going back home. For all you know, your father could have been dead. The thing is you knew this marriage wasn’t going to be rainbows and sunshine, Ushijima didn’t even smile as you waltz down the aisle in a room of strangers. You remembered the deadpan look he gave you, but that last dance is what caused your stomach to form the most horrendous knots as he brought your closer. You could feel his breath trickle at your earlobe before he’s whispering, “The only one for me is you, and you for me. We both have a lot on the line when it comes to this fuckin’ marriage. We’re stuck with each other, so let’s make sure this work.” 

Even though he uttered those words in your ear over two months ago, you and Ushijima just couldn’t work. It wasn’t like you weren’t putting in the effort, you did. You even learned how to cook some of his favorite dishes and even then, you still were met with a harsh cold steel door. You remembered vividly when it seemed like a switch was turned on in his head. You sat in the living room like the pretty wife you were. The diamond ring on your wedding finger glistened under the family mansion light, you hated to admit that Ushijima picked out a beautiful ring when it wasn’t much meaning behind it. You were confused about why you and Ushijima were summoned here in the first place. It wasn’t like you two were doing anything romantic anyway, just you watching the maids cater to him due to him partying the previous night. When you heard the harsh footsteps and your eyes watched as men bowed as the Takashi Utsui entered the room. By the looks of his face, he looked pissed and your mind instantly panicked. You toyed with the ends of your dress as you watch Ushijima stand up with urgency to greet his father. 

Your eyes bulged outward when you heard and witnessed the harsh slap Takashi placed against Ushijima’s cheek. The room was so silent and you observed everyone in the room. No one bulged at the action as if it happened before. You watched as one of Takashi’s men would rush to his side handing him a folder. He opened it with urgency revealing the photo of Ushijima in a club the previous night. A woman was on his lap kissing his neck. Your eyes instantly lowered in embarrassment. Even though this marriage had no love, you still felt a form of humiliation. 

“What did I tell you before you said I do to that woman right there?” Takashi’s finger points at you. 

Ushijima's jaw clenched tightly as if he was holding back an explosive bomb. 

“Huh? I can’t seem to hear you.” Takashi stepped forward toward his son. His head tilted to the side as he was trying to hear Ushijima’s words.

“That if I embarrass her, I’m dishonoring my family,” Ushijima said.

“And?” Takashi asked.

“And she’s a part of the family now,” Ushijima said. 

Your heart was beating so hard at the word. You watched as Takashi's fingers combed through his hair. He let out a sigh to calm himself down before he’s walking over to you extending his hand for you to take. You hesitantly took it as he helped you up, walking by his angry son to walk into the family garden in the backyard. Your hand grasped at his arm as you walked by his side. The sweet scent of the Cherry Blossom tree that was in their backyard. You remembered Ushijima mentioning that his father got the tree grown in the backyard because his mother adored the scent of when the petals free-fell to the ground. However, even though his parents divorced his father still made sure the tree was taken care of.

“I want you to go out,” His father commented as he was walking around the garden. He could feel your grasp upon his arm tighter, “You’ve been trapped up in the house while my reckless son goes out and embarrasses our family,” He commented. 

“I don’t know anyone to go out with sir,” You commented. “I would rather be home, especially considering that it would only be a burden. Do I need to remind you, that I have a hit out on me?” You pointed out.

You watched as his lips formed a straight line, “Of course. I won’t let you go out alone, you’ll be with my assistant and her friends. Plus, I’m sure I’ll have some men in there if you need them,” he reminded. 

You would look at him before simply nodding, not bothering to argue with him once again. “Okay.” was the only thing you said before he let go of your hand. 

“Please enjoy your time out. I would hate to have to tell your father you hate it here.” He responded. “You deserve to be happy and I’ll be sure to ensure that.” 

You forced a smile on your face which seems like you were doing that a lot. The sweet scent of the cherry blossoms lingered up your nostrils before you were speaking once again, “Okay, thank you.” You gave his arm a squeeze and a kind smile before departing to go back into the luxury home. 

You were expecting to be met by Ushijima, but he was nowhere to be found. It didn’t particularly shock you, he got embarrassed in front of everyone. You were expecting to be met with your usual driver who hardly spoke to you unless you spoke to him first but instead was met with Tendou and Kai. Your eyebrows raised as you stared at him, “Let me guess, you’re taking me home.” You sighed and you didn’t get an answer, but you did follow them outside the huge mansion. 

When you got in the SUV, you would sit in the back instantly indulging in the things on your phone before you heard Kai’s voice. “He actually does care about you, you know?” 

You would shake your head, “Has a funny way of showing it.” You answered.

“But, please do not do something tonight that will upset him,” Tendo warned as his fingertips tapped at the steering wheel.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “He gets to go out and act a damn fool, but wants to lose his mind if I do the same,” You kissed your teeth. “I’m going to go out and have so much fun like his father said to do.” 

The remaining amount of time in the car was quiet before you were dropped off at the luxury mansion that you resided in. Despite you decorating the huge mansion to your liking, it still didn’t feel like home. You were greeted by one of the maids, and you would only tell her that she could take the day off, especially considering that you believed today was one of her children's birthdays.

“But Mr.—“ The maid's words were cut off by you.

“I will handle him. You guys can have the rest of the day off. Go enjoy your child’s birthday,” You explained as you watched her face light up before she walked away to grab her things. 

FOR ONCE YOU WERE ENJOYING YOURSELF. As you were at the bar attempting to flag down one of the bartenders, you could feel a male figure squeeze himself next to you and the countless others at the bar. His tall stature towered over you as you attempted once again to get the bartender’s attention. However, the man interjected whistling and getting the bartender’s attention. 

“That’s the trick, to get their attention,” He commented as he gave you a smile that you returned. It was like a bird calling as the bartender flocked to him effortlessly. “This beautiful young woman has been trying to get your attention. I’ve told you guys about not being aware of the customers in front of you.” He warned.

“Sorry sir, it’s a bit hectic back here.” The bartender apologized as his eyes traveled to you. But when he noticed who you were, he looked away with quickness. “What can I get you?” 

You would ignore his sudden break of eye contact and begin to list the drinks your section wanted. “Could you get them served to that section also?” You pointed to the section on the left of the club. “Add an extra bottle and just charge it to Ushijima Wakatoshi’s card.” 

The gentlemen next to you eyebrows raised as he was trying to mentally put a face to the name that fell off your tongue. You leaned against the bar patiently before speaking, “Thanks for helping me. I appreciate it.” You gave him a kind smile as you watched one of the bottle girls load up the drinks on a tray to deliver to the section you were at. 

“It’s no problem. We wouldn’t want to disappoint the wife of Ushijima Wakatoshi.” He responded. 

You rolled your eyes hearing that statement, which the man caught instantly. “Is there a problem? Are you—”

Your words cut him off with a quickness. “It’s not a problem. I am his wife after all, but I just hate that here that’s all I’m known for.” You said to the gentlemen. 

You understood that it was for the best for a lot of people to know who you were, but being known as the wife of a man who didn’t even take the marriage seriously himself felt even worst. You had so much more power than people expected, but here you were in an unknown world not being able to use that power. 

You thanked the stranger once again before attempting to go back to the section, but you felt him tug you back towards him. He lets out a firm sigh before extending his hand toward you. “Let’s start over, I’m Lev Haiba. I own this club.” His hand motioned around the crowds of people in the nightclub. 

You couldn’t help but snicker as you shook his head. “Y/N, heir to the biggest oil company in the world.” You answered. “But that has to stay between us.” You gave Lev a playful smirk and he only held his hand up in a defensive mode.

“Your secret is safe with me. I hope Japan is treating you well considering the uh—circumstances.” Lev says. 

You could hear the pity in his voice. “I’m assuming you’ve heard the news of my loving husband?” You asked as the two of you were walking towards the section you were in. 

“Everyone did. It was this club he was spotted doing said activities. However, it’s Ushijima Wakatoshi, no one is going to ruin his mood.” Lev admitted as he rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “But I have said too much, I should get back to my job. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

You watched as he disappeared into the crowd, once again feeling like the sheep in a field filled with wolves as you sat down in one of the chairs. You instantly picked up the drink wanting to drink the night away. 

WHEN YOU RETURNED HOME, you dropped your YSL heels on the floor as you stumbled into the house. You glanced at your phone and saw that it was four in the morning. You couldn’t believe that you stayed out so late. You definitely were going to have to rain check with the afternoon tea session with Ushijima’s mother. You attempted to tiptoe your way further inside the house not wanting to wake Ushijima (if he was home). You were aware that on some occasions Ushijima men would be at your house. It didn’t shock you that they were here in your living room doing gods know what. However, the weird feeling under the bottom of your feet caused you to instantly sober up. It felt wet, slightly slippery. You glanced down and your eyes grew big at the sight you were seeing. You had stepped in a small splatter of blood that decorated the thin plastic layer that was on the floor. Your heart rate increased instantly as you stumbled back in a horrified panic to be met with Ushijima catching you from falling. 

“I—“ Your words were stuck in your throat. Your hands were shaking harshly and your heart felt like it was trying to claw out your chest. Your eyes stared at your husband as the crimson-colored liquid stained the white Versace button-down shirt. 

“It’s good to know you’ve made it home safely. Now let’s go get cleaned up. We’re both in need of a shower anyway.” He firmly said. 

You felt Ushijima grab hold of your forearm. His blood-covered fingertips stained your brown skin. “But we have guests.” You stuttered out.

“That’s fine, they will be busy cleaning up the mess that you made,” Ushijima confirmed.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you were being tugged into the shared bedroom. With urgency, Ushijima closed the door behind him. “Strip.” was the only thing he said as his hands went up to unbutton the buttons on his shirt.

You did what you were told, letting the dress you wore fall to the ground. You crossed your arms over your chest preventing Ushijima from seeing you like this. You didn’t even notice that he had already stripped out of his expensive clothing. You could sense him towering over you before you finally croaked out some words, “You said my mess? I haven’t done anything wrong.” 

Goosebumps decorated your skin when you felt Ushijima’s fingertips tracing alongside your side. His fingertips engraved you with the possible sin he just committed before you arrived home. He stopped right at the soft fabric of the thong you wore, letting out a low hum before pushing them down. You didn’t argue against his action. You weren’t sure if you were too afraid to or if you just wanted to see where this would go. You stepped out of your underwear before watching Ushijima disappear into the bathroom. The sound of the shower could be heard before his voice broke you out of your broken thoughts. Like an obedient dog, you walked into the bathroom with your hands still attempting to cover your bare body. Ushijima was already in the hot steaming shower washing over the blood that was on him. “I’ve already seen you vulnerable before, remember our wedding night?” He asked. “There’s no need to hide your body away from me.” He answered.

“You never responded to what I said. What mess have I created? You’re the one that’s going out every night and acting a fool,” You reminded him.

Ushijima let out a sigh, “Just get in the fuckin’ shower and we can talk.” He says, “Please.” 

Hearing him say please was a shock to you, you took a couple of steps forward opening the door of the walk-in shower to join him. In a different world, such an intimate moment would have your stomach flowing with butterflies. But right now, your stomach could only twist in dangerous knots while you let the steaming hot water heat your body. “Did you have fun last night?” Ushijima asked.

Your eyes met with his as you felt the warm cloth filled with soap brush against your body. He was kind enough to clean you himself. Similar to a doll maker creating a doll, you felt that’s what Ushijima was doing. You were his doll as soon as you walked down the aisle clutching onto his father’s arm. “I did. It was nice to not be bottled up in his house. It can get lonely sometimes,” You answered. 

“You have the maids, it can’t be that lonely,” He responded.

That was true. During your time living here, you managed to get to know each of the eight maids and two groundskeepers that worked to make sure Ushijima’s home looked nice. But it still felt lonely, cold. It didn’t feel like a home. 

“Although, I appreciate their help around the place. It’s not the same.” You answered as your finger went up to motion for the young man to turn so you could wash his back. “You know this. I’m not asking for much, but can we at least pretend we’re enjoying this marriage.” 

“I’m actually enjoying this marriage,” Ushijima responded with a chuckle.

“You have such a weird way to show it. Going out every night, being seen with other women—“ You stopped abruptly to let out a weary sigh. Not sure if the sudden feeling of being lightheaded came from the hotness of the shower or the fact that you’re finally voicing your opinions to Ushijima. “It’s humiliating.” 

Ushijima didn’t say much about your words. The two of you continued to shower in silence before eventually getting out of it. At this point, you had sobered as you toyed with the ends of the soft white rob Ushijima put you in. You watched as Ushijima waltzed back into the bedroom, “Well, let me show that I will change.” 

Your body leaned against the doorframe of the master bedroom bathroom, “Sex really can’t show me anything. Changed behavior though,” You said rolling your eyes at him. 

“Come on, when was the last time we actually had sex.” 

“You’re deflecting from the original conversation Ushi,” You sighed as you walked towards the dresser to find something to wear.

As you were searching for something to sleep in, you could feel Ushijima’s strong arms wrap around your waist. He tugged you closer to his body and you felt the growing boner poking at the fatness of your butt. “You haven’t called me Ushi since our wedding night.” He commented.

“You’re so annoying.” You sighed, but you didn’t bulge out his touch. “We both were drunk as ever that night. I can’t believe you still remember that.” 

“Of course, I remembered it. You moaned it so beautifully while your head was buried into a pillow,” Ushijima reminded you as you felt his lips press against the exposed skin on your neck. 

You felt your skin grow hotter with each harsh nibble, lick, and bite on your neck. One of Ushijima’s hands disappeared inside your robe and straight in between your thighs. His index and middle finger swiped at your wet folder and indulged how wet you were while you seemed to melt into his touch. “You don’t remember, hmm? How your thighs couldn’t stop shaking once we were done?” He asked as his fingertips that were covered in your wetness would rub at your clit. “How you wet up the sheets so badly?” 

You made direct eye contact with Ushijima in the mirror that was connected to the dresser. The once softness that was in his eyes for a split second was gone. You weren’t particularly super religious, but you were sure you were looking into the eyes of the devil. He undid your rob and tugged it off your bare body causing you to gasp suddenly. Your thighs quivered for more as you felt your own wetness stain the inside of your thighs. Ushijima stopped the subtle circular motion on your clit before he’s talking once again. “Tell me you remember that and I’ll help you cum,” His words tickled your earlobe and you nodded instantly.

“I remember. Ushi—“ You desperately coughed up those words. “I remember.” 

“Good,” Ushijima said while the grip around your waist grew tighter. “Now be a good wife and go to the bed and get on all fours, darling.” 

You did what you were told, being sure to grab a pillow to make yourself feel more comfortable. The anticipation bubbling into your stomach as you could sense Ushijima behind you. When you felt him tug you closer to the bed, you swallowed the large lump forming in your throat. Your cunt so eager to swallow his cock bit by bit even though you were sure he wasn’t going to be so gentle. When you felt the tip of Ushijima’s cock enter you, you chewed at your lower lip getting ready for him to instantly bottom down inside you. The faint memory of your wedding night when he specifically praised you on how well you took his dick swirled around your head. 

This time he took his time. Pushing his cock inside you slowly, teasingly, until you were gasping for him to put it all the way in. His large hands grasped at your waist before his hips begin to drive forward to be met with the soft flesh of your butt. Your head buried into the pillow caging in your moans before Ushijima grabbed the pillow and tossed it. “I need my men to hear you while they’re cleaning up your mess.” He said firmly. 

His fingers buried into the flesh of your skin while the sound of skin slapping against each other could be heard. Ushijima was in a complete trace as he watched his cock disappear into your addicting cunt. “Go ahead, moan out how good Ushi is making you feel while they clean up your mess.” He said through gritted teeth. 

“What mess?” You hiccuped out through moans. Your eyesight grew blurry due to the tears that accumulated through Ushijima’s thrusts. 

You let out a yelp when Ushijima grabbed a hold of your head tugging you upward. His chest pressed against your sweat-coated back before he let go of your hand to use that hand to snake around to your neck. “Don’t act foolish Y/N.” He answered.

You could feel Ushijima’s cock twitch inside you as he stopped his thrusts abruptly. His hand wrapped around your neck and you could feel him give it a slight squeeze before his thrusting continued. “You know my doll. When you press your thumb in someone’s windpipe, index finger to their carotid artery, and your middle finger applies pressure to their jugular vein…they’ll lose consciousness.” Ushijima said.

The heat of the moment of your breath grasping away for a couple of seconds due to Ushijima mimicking the same thing he just told her, he let go of you and shoved your face further into the fluffiness of the mattress. “Even when I nearly took your breath away, you only clutched around my cock even tighter.” He said darkly. 

His words sent a bone chilling shiver down your spine as you moaned out helplessly. “Ushi!” You moaned out.

His thrusting only continued, ignoring your little whimpers before he leaned over placing wet kisses on the middle of your spine. “You know that only makes a person lose consciousness, but if you continue you can damage the cortex of your brain which leads to your death.” He uttered as he was thrusting.

His chest heaved upwards as he traced his name upon your skin. “It took less than 6 minutes for your little friend Lev to finally fuckin’ die when I wrapped my hands around his throat.” He said through groans. You could feel his thrusting grow sloppy, he was about to cum.

“I had to clean up your mess Y/N,” he said. 

You felt yourself orgasm immediately. The dangerous shiver that went though your body made your body go into complete shock. Your gasping out for Ushijima. The thought of him killing a man that talked to you pushed you to the edge. Perhaps you did flutter around his cock even more at the sound of those words coming out his mouth. Ushijima still fucked you through the explosive orgasm until he too was cumming mess, not bothering to pull out either. Filling you up to the brim with his cum just to trap you as his. 

He let your body collapse on the bed like a rag doll. You were completely out of breath with his cum leaking out of you and when you met his eyes, they were soft once again. 

“We’re starting a clean slate starting now. No more outside interferences when it comes to our marriage. We’re going to be happy together if we like it or not.” He said as he leaned down to place a kiss upon your temple. 

“Now get some rest, my doll, we have tea with my mother in about eight hours.” 

You really were still a sheep upon the family of wolves. 

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hate sex with suna rintarou — mdni

summary: suna made your life a living hell the moment you joined the EJP coaching team, and he loved every second of it. after months of dealing with his torment, you finally call him in your office to end the feud once and for all.

cw: smut, unprotected sex, hate sex lol [2.4k] barely edited

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“a word in my office, please?”

suna rintarou looked over his shoulder towards his teammates preparing to leave, a smirk plastered on his face, “am i allowed to say no?”

with a soft close of your eyes, you shook your head at the man before turning your heel, heading towards the only place you found safe from his torment, while ruining it in the process as you invited him in.

suna loved to torture you. you didn’t know why, and to be fair, he wasn’t exactly sure either. he took pride in being able to get under your skin so easily, yet you always covered it up without a second thought, and it pissed him off. you’d always offer a simple smile to remain professional despite his insulting words and he couldn’t figure out why.

curiosity filled him more on where exactly you drew boundaries, and as much as he loved to ruin the gym floor you recently cleaned with his muddy shoes, you never seemed to speak up. constantly letting him walk over you as if you were a doormat grew amusing to him, and he swore that he’d continue until he no longer could.

even provoking you during practice became a habit of his. whether it was refusing your advice or stretching on his own accord, nothing ever pushed you far enough to give him that reaction he so desperately wanted from you. for his ‘sweet little coach’, yn, to snap.

and perhaps you would have snapped earlier if you hadn’t noticed his late stays in the gym alone, where he specifically stayed out of eye to practice the advice you had given him earlier. or maybe how he’d immediately switch up when you came into view, his façade returning along with insulting words.

not only was suna rintarou a rude man, he was complicated as well. his mixed signals did nothing but confused you, and in the process he confused himself as well. you realized that only weeks after meeting him, and he had came to the same conclusion about you.

because as you pondered on sunas real goal while watching him practice alone, he wondered why you didn’t use your authority against him.

being a coach, you could easily bench suna; suspend suna. you could do anything to ruin his career, yet you don’t. always improving his game and including him in each of the sets. his attitude was endless, yet you didn’t budge.

not one bit.

although he complained about following, he still found his legs following yours, eyes trailing down your back and to your hips as he’s done countless times. the bounce in your walk becoming way too familiar as he watched you closely, shamelessly to any open eyes but your own.

closing the door behind him, you approached the front of your desk, leaning against it with crossed arms. the disappointing look you displayed was something he had grown accustomed to, something he learned to love throughout the many months of knowing you.

his body stood far, but it still seemed to tower over you. anyone in this situation may have responded differently as he radiated self-proclaimed authority over you, yet you didn’t seem to care. his ego meant nothing to you.

the smirk on his face irked you enough though, as he dug his way into your nerves without saying a single word. the hold from rolling your eyes being a burden, one he always seemed to force you to carry while in his presence, and he knew that.

“to what do i owe the pleasure?” his voice snaked it’s way into your ears, sarcasm rolling naturally off his tongue as it normally did.

“is there something i did?” you asked, finally sparing the man a glance, one he didn’t know his body was begging for silently until received, “anything to earn this disrespect from you?”

the snap within you he yearned for seemed to approach, the malicious look he presented becoming even more as you continued to press on.

“i try very hard to be reasonable, to be a good coach, yet,” your words trailed off as you shook your head, refusing to blame yourself for a grown mans actions, “you don’t seem to care.”

“i do care.”

“do you?”

his feet slightly danced beneath him as he observed the surroundings of your office. the small accent pillows decorating the seats, or the small polaroids of your outside life stuck on the wall. he took it in as he wondered how to approach your confrontation, taking his sweet time so that your remaining patience ran thinner.

“you annoy me,” he admitted, taking a few feet closer while still avoiding your gaze, “so much.”

“i’ve done nothing but do my job.”

“and you’re annoying.”

standing up from the desk, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks in anger. his body came closer once you stood, his hands resting in his pockets as he stared smugly down at you.

“you have no right,” pressing a finger to his chest, his smile grew even bigger, “absolutely no right to treat me the way you do.”

suna knew how he felt about you. his actions towards you made no sense in his mind, but he knew what he longed for. those puffy cheeks you gave him were enough for him to recognize the rare beating in his chest, and maybe the tightness of his pants. how your screams at the team were nothing more than fuel to his imagination of you in his bed, muffling around his cock.

your finger continued to dig deep before his hand grabbed it, the tingling sensation in his body growing as his perverted thoughts grew once more at the feeling of your soft skin, “i have every fucking right to feel the way i do.“

his feet moved forward, forcing yours back. the angered look now turning into hesitation as your backside hit the edge of your desk, legs voluntarily spreading so he could stand between them.

“i hate the way you hug komori after each practice,” running his hand up your side and to your face, he gripped your jaw tightly toward his, “and i hate the way you let tatsuki drive you home some nights.”

“and that’s my fault?” your words were hot against his lips as he held you close by the waist, eyes staring into yours, tension thick against your skin as his nose brushed against your own.

“it’s all your fault.”

breaking the gap, his mouth crashed onto yours viciously, hands gripped your waist as he wasted no time to grind against your core. your arms wrapped around his neck as he growled in the kiss, fingers carding through his hair with a harsh tug.

suna knew this would happen eventually. he refused to not have his way, no matter how long it took. maybe you knew it was going to happen too when he secretly locked the door as he closed it, but it didn’t matter now as his tongue invaded your mouth greedily, saliva combining as your head fell back with his force.

“touch me after practice,” he grumbled against your skin as he made his way down your neck, relishing at the moans you let out as he marked his territory, “let me drive you home.”

he played with the buttons of your shirt before tearing it off, attacking your breast with his mouth as his fingertips dug in the arch of your back, “tell me i’m better than them.”

“you want me to lie to you?”

the clasp against your back was let go easily as he began to remove your pants, neglecting his own clothes as you whined, pushing your hands away from the hems of his shirt.

“let me take care of you,” his words were muffled against your stomach, pushing your back onto your desk and pulling the rest of your clothes as you kicked your shoes off, “i can take care of you better than they can.”

“i doubt it.”

playing with your now exposed folds, the needy spread of your legs formed a tent in his pants as he salivated at the thought of finally being able to taste you, “you won’t be saying that soon, pretty girl.”

he groaned as his face met your cunt, the wetness he’d already cause between your legs enough for him to cum on the spot. you tensed against him as he searched for the perfect spot, his long digits finding home within you to add to the pleasure.

“say my name,” he hummed against your clit, the vibrations tickling you in the perfect way, “scream my name.”

“f…fuck.” your body curved against the desk as his fingers curled against your sweet spot, sucking on the spot near your nub that had your clenching the most.

“what’s my name?”

“su…suna, ‘m gonna, fuck,” your angelic cries had his free hand leave your hip to palm himself through his pants, precum already leaking through, “suna please.”

“that’s not my name, baby.” his words were condescending as you lifted your head to pull him closer to your clit, his eyes staring back up filled with a troublesome glint of lust.

“rintarou, please, please,” your words were broken between each pant as your climax was near. his smile was felt against your slick as he increased his pace to fulfill your pleads, “feels s’good.”

“there you go, baby.”

your walls clenched against his fingers as his tongue slid down to collect your new liquids, his hair messy as it left your hands. your head fell back as your body relaxed, your heaving chest blocking the view for only moments before he stood over you.

completely clothed, his smug look never faded as he observed your naked body shake below him from just a single orgasm, “damn, when’s the last time someone fucked you?”

“what the fuck does that mean?” you propped your body up with irritation, his patronizing words once against digging deep under your skin.

he laughed in response as he tore his shirt off, your eyes widening at the way his muscles flexed against his other movements. removing the rest of his clothing swiftly, he made his way towards you with his cock in hand.

you were shocked, to say the least. he was large, bigger than anyone you’ve had before, veins thick against his girth as he pumped himself a few times, precum smeared against his tip from his arousal.

“you gonna answer my question, pretty girl?”

his hands found the small of your back once again as he laid you down gently, his sudden change in demeanor giving you whiplash as he watched you from above. rubbing his tip against your swollen clit, he threw his head back at the pleasure, grinding himself against your wetness before swearing to corrupt you completely.

“it’s been a while,” you admitted as he continued to press against your sensitive spots, his length finally finding your core, but not pushing through, “fuck, it’s been a while.”

“how long?” his eyes focused on your reaction as his tip slowly slid in, the slow and small thrusts entering you forcing your eyes to roll back from the stretch.

“months,” you breathed out, embarrassment filling your cheeks, “almost a year.”

he laughed once more, except this time it was different; as if he was baffled. his thrusts became harder, watching as you continued to swallow him whole inch by inch, the wet noises already filled the room as his balls slapped your skin when he fully entered, eyes clenching tight at the sensation.

“untouched for a year?” he mumbled to the ceiling, his hands gripping harshly against your plump thighs as the desk began to shake against his intensity, “i’ll make sure that never happens again.”

his pace was hungry as sweat filled the strands of his hair, eyes focused on how your tits bounced, or how your hands were pulling his shoulders closer to you. your nails successfully found his back as his chest flushed against your intimate skin, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you felt rewarding as your cries grew louder.

he sucked in a sharp breath as you pulled your legs up for a better angle, biting his lower lip to muffle any noise leaving his lips.

“what’s my name?”

“r…rintarou,” you whined as he pulled out fully, slamming back into your hips continuously to see the broken look of your features.

“louder.”

“rintarou!”

his muscles tensed at your touch, your walls tightening close around him, pushing you both into that peak you were seeking.

“almost there, pretty?” his hands rubbed your tender thighs, the gratification at the weak shake of your head sending him over, “good.”

his movements became harsher, yet sloppy. the end neared as you finally contracted against him, your orgasm pushing him into submission as he folded forward even more. clenching against him, milking every drop of his seed into you with the friction of each thrust. the spasm had him push one last fuck into you, stars filling his vision as you looked towards him lovingly.

a look that disregarded any ill words exchanged from the last few months, a look that spoke of a growing love.

his lips attacked yours once more as he still sat inside you, a combination of both of your arousal dripping onto the desk from your shaking thighs.

“suna rintarou,” you spoke softly against his plump lips, his green eyes watching yours with care as his hold against your waist kept you close.

“say the words, baby,” he whispered, every ounce of negativity that once filled his body now nonexistent as he finally obtained what he longed for, “say the words and i’m yours.”

“suna rintarou,” you repeated, stroking your hand against his jaw, “i’ve been wanting to do this since the day i met you.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah,” giggling at his sudden change in energy, you dealt the final blow, “starting today and ending three weeks from now, you are suspended from any official games that EJP plays in.”

“what-“

“if your behavioral issues continue, you’ll be arranged a meeting with the rest of the supervisory team and your position may be re-evaluated.”

pushing him off your body to grab your clothes that littered the floor, you peaked over you shoulder with the same look he gave his friends minutes prior, “that is all, suna. you may leave now.”

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Pairing: Pervy boss!Kuroo x Bimbo fem!reader

Summary: Working as Kuroo’s new intern was hard since he seemed hell bent on being a complete asshole to you. After asking him for a holiday, you end up finding yourself in a compromising position with your boss, who you absolutely despise.

Content Warnings: Dub-con, Blackmail, degradation, dumbification, bullying, hate fucking, oral sex (male receiving), face/throat fucking, hair pulling, use of slut and whore, sir kink, crying, dacryphilia, bondage, slight slapping, cum eating, shoe fucking¿. That’s about it but if i missed anything lmk please. ALL CHARACTER ARE AGED UP (POST TIMESKIP)

Word Count: 3.k

A/N: This is my piece for Anilysium's 'Crying and Creaming' collab. Please check out the masterlist of the collab to see the work of all the other amazing authors and artists :))

Thank you to @oneblonded and @stopisa for beta reading <33

You hated work. Absolutely despised your office and everyone in it. Especially your boss. You wondered why you had to come in everyday and subject yourself to his torture. These thoughts swirled in your head as you walked towards your boss’ cabin with a steaming cup of hot coffee. He usually takes an espresso shot but today he requested you get him a decaf. Working as his intern was hard, he found flaws in everything you did.

As you set his coffee down on his desk, he looked up from his screen, staring at the coffee with molten eyes. Kuroo Tetsuro might be a complete asshole, but he was undeniably gorgeous and anyone would be blind to not notice it. He stared at the coffee for a solid minute before asking in his cold voice, “where is my espresso?”

“S-sir, you said you wanted decaf today, so that’s what I got you.” you stuttered out knowing that for some reason you fucked up. “Well now I changed my mind and I want an espresso,” he said with a tone of indifference. You were shocked at his antics, how dare he change his mind at the last second. “Well am I gonna have to wait all day or will I be getting my coffee soon?” he mocked. “Yes sir I’ll be back with your espresso.” you said with anger seeping through your voice.

You suppose you should be used to it by now. It’s been three months since you started here and he has not let up on you even once. If it was up to you, you would’ve left the week after you started here, but you needed this job because it paid surprisingly well. Maybe it wasn’t much of a surprise considering how much bullshit you had to deal with here.

Kuroo thinks you’re horribly dumb. Based on how many mistakes you’ve made since you started here, he would’ve fired you within the first week of you starting here. But you were such a pretty thing to look at, so he kept you around. And you started to get the hang of the work after a few weeks, but he just couldn’t help but mess with you just to see your face twist up in anger. You were so helpless and all you could do was just sit and take whatever he dished out, even though it might not have been your fault. He loved it. He relished the control and power he had over you.

He was burdened with work today so he more or less left you alone after the espresso incident. You kept your distance to a minimum too and spoke to him only when necessary. As he swirled around his chair, wondering what exactly he wanted to do with you, because even though you were fun to mess with, you weren’t exactly an asset to the company. And his duties as a boss came before his needs as a man. He was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of your heels clicking on his office floor. You walked towards him with a bunch of files in your hand. “Sir I got the files regarding the new client, where would you like me to keep them?” you asked. He pointed towards the table towards his right, swirling his chair to watch you walk to the table. Did he need the files to be put on that table? No, not really. They would've been more useful on his desk, but he wanted to see you walk to the table and bend over as you put the files down. You had a beautiful body and anybody would be a fool to not notice that. You probably noticed him staring, but it’s not like you could say anything and if you were really uncomfortable you would’ve called him out. He knows this because you did exactly that when another co-worker had stared at you inappropriately.

It was getting dark out there and it seemed like it was just the two of you on the floor. You shuffled on your feet nervously before asking “Sir I’d like it if I could have tomorrow and day after off for some personal reasons.” Huh, so you wanted a two day break without telling him why. “What personal reasons?” he asked as he stood up from his chair, walking towards the front of his desk and leaning on it. You were a little flustered from both his question and the proximity between the two of you. “Uh, I don’t think it’s necessary for me to tell you why I need the holiday and I say this with utmost respect” you said defiantly, your tone was the complete opposite of utmost respect.

So this is how you wanted to play it out, he thought and tried his best to suppress the grin that was forming in his face.

“Well if you want a break I need to know why and if you don’t want to tell me then I guess I can’t allow you the two days off” he said casually while loosening his tie. God why did he have to be so fucking good looking. It was making it hard for you to stand your ground and get what you want. You knew you weren’t the best worker and you made more mistakes than a lot of people here, but why did he pick on you and only you? Truth be told, you were scared of him and scared of losing this job, but there was only so much you could take before you snapped.

“I don’t think you need to be privy of my personal life and if you aren’t willing to give me the holiday I’m more than okay with you cutting my salary for the days off” you said, anger evident in your voice. “Miss y/n if you want to walk out of here with a job, you’re just gonna have to tell me why you need the holiday.” he stated simply while looking at you with something unreadable in his gaze. Dread washed over you at the possibility of losing your job and you realised you had no choice but to give in to him. “I have to go out of town for my friend’s wedding” you said while gritting your teeth in frustration.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” he smirked down at you, clearly pleased with the fact that he won. God you hated him and hated that stupid smirk on his face. He walked closer to you and all you could do was stare at the hint of skin that was visible after he unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and loosened his tie. Why did he have to be so attractive? It was a damn shame that he was a dickhead even though he looked like that.

“So is it okay if I take two days off?” you asked, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning the argument. “Hm, I suppose so. But I’d like it if you work for a few more hours today so that you could get some actual work done before you leave for your holiday” he taunted. “I’m sorry but what do you mean by actual work sir?” you asked, irritation clearly evident in your tone. It was probably a huge mistake talking to him like this considering he was your boss, but you had enough and you were done taking his shit.

He seemed to be enjoying himself as you got more and more irritated. “I suppose the meaning of actual work would be lost on someone like you anyway” he said with his voice cold and his grin even colder. He was clearly looking down on you and testing your patience. “Let’s see, did you send in the shipping updates for the London client?” he asked, and shit you clearly forgot about that. “Uh- no, i’ll get on it right away” you said while averting your eyes from his gaze. “How about the minutes for today’s meeting? Did you email it to everyone present there?” he asked, knowing very well you didn’t do it. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll finish all of it right now if you excuse me” you stuttered. “I’m not done yet. What about the cost sheet I asked you to make yesterday? I suppose you forgot about that as well” he said, veiled anger and irritation seeping through his tone.

“The reason I asked why you wanted to take two days off is because I simply could not let the most incompetent worker in my company take days off for a stupid reason. You are on thin ice y/n and taking days off while not doing most of your work is clearly not helping your case” he stated with authority.

“I’m so sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make up for my insubordination?” you asked, clearly worried about the prospect of losing your job. At this point, you were ready to do whatever it takes to get on his good side. This job paid for your rent and living expenses and with the market so bad, you knew if you were fired it would take months for you to get another job. If you had to suck up your pride for keeping this job, you would without hesitation no matter how much you hated him.

“Well there is something you can do, but I’m not sure if you’re going to like it” he said, his voice dripping with condescension. “I-I’ll do anything sir, I really need this job” you answered honestly. “If that’s the case then get on your knees” he said casually while standing up to his full height.

Your mind went blank. He wanted you to get on your knees. You knew what that implied and never in your life did you think you would be here in this position. But the thought of being on your knees in front of him didn’t fill you with disgust. You were scared and surprised but not opposed to it. You hated him for making you do this, even though you were the one who offered to do anything.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him say, “I don’t have all day and if you want me to go easy on your incompetence then be a doll and get on your knees.” God this was so so wrong but you did as he said and got down on your knees, looking up at him and waiting for his next instructions. “Let’s see if this mouth of yours is any good, yeah?” he said with a shit eating grin.

He took off his belt and walked behind you. He crouched down to your level and you were confused as to what exactly he was doing. Then you felt your hands being pulled back and tied with his belt. You felt a tinge of panic but it turned you on knowing you were immobile and completely under his mercy. He stood up and walked in front of you. He put two fingers below your chin and made you look up at him and said, “you look so pretty like this.”

His hand left your chin and went to work unbuttoning his pants, all while holding eye contact with you. He pulled the zipper down and finally pulled his dick out of his boxers. Your eyes widened at the size of him. There’s no way you could take him all the way in your mouth and you felt genuine terror at the thought of doing so. You couldn’t help yourself when you said, “You’re so big.” “Yeah? And you’re gonna take all of it.” he commanded.

You gulped as you looked at his dick. He was long and thick, with tiny veins running through the shaft. His tip was flushed pink and tilted slightly to the left. His hand came up to grip your hair from the back and he forcibly tilted your chin up, making you look at his face. His other hand gripped his dick and he tapped your lips with it. “Open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out,” he said.

You did as you were told and he pushed himself inside your mouth, groaning at the feeling of the wet heat. You looked up at him, blinking innocently and waiting for his instructions on what to do next.

His grip on your hair tightened and he pushed your head down. Fuck he was so big and you were sure you couldn’t take him any deeper than this. You tried to pull back a little but he was having none of that and pushed your head all the way down. Tears started to spill from your eyes and you gagged on dick. He pulled you back, watching in awe as you coughed and spluttered. He slapped your left cheek with his hard length and said “do you want more?” he asked while he kept slapping your cheeks lightly with his dick. “Yes, I do,” you begged. This whole act was so demeaning but you were incredibly turned on. You felt your panties get slick with arousal and it frustrated you knowing your hands were restrained and you couldn’t pleasure yourself. “Yes what?” he asked in his domineering voice, while rubbing precum all over your lips. “Yes sir,” you replied obediently.

He pushed you down on his length again and this time you willingly took all of him inside your throat. It was uncomfortable but the thought that he was pleased was bringing you pleasure. “Such a good little slut” he said while his hips started to move, lightly fucking your mouth. You moaned around his length and the vibrations of your mouth made him groan. “This is all you’re good for aren’t you? Your dumb little brain clearly doesn’t work but it doesn’t matter when your mouth is full right?” he said condescendingly.

The degradation seemed to make you wetter and your hips started to move, trying to get some friction to alleviate the tension between your legs. Kuroo noticed and said, “What a dirty little slut! This is turning you on isn’t it? Well you’re not gonna get any relief because this is a punishment” he said as he pulled out of your mouth. You hated him so much but at this moment all you wanted was to be his obedient little slut. You moved forward to take him back in your mouth, your face flushed and eyes full of tears. “Beg.” he said while teasing you by hovering his length near your lips.

You were sobbing now, lip trembling and eyes watering as you said, “p-please sir, I want you in my mouth, please!” Kuroo was enjoying this too much, he knew you were an idiot but to think you’d be so cock drunk made him harder than what he already was. He let you take him back into your mouth and then he stroked your hair and said, “such a good slut, if only you’d put this much effort in your work, then we wouldn’t be here now would we?” Then he started to facefuck you, his hips pushing into you and shaking your whole body with the force. You started to gag and choke loudly, your mouth so full of him. You could taste his precum and you hollowed your cheeks and tried to keep up with his thrusts.

As you bobbed your head on his dick, you felt something near your clit and you jolted in surprise upon realising that it was his shoe. He lifted his shoe so that it rubbed against your slit and you moaned around him at the friction. “Since you’re being so obedient, I’ll let you get yourself off on my shoe,” he said while thrusting into your mouth. You were so wet and needy that you greedily obliged and started to move your hips on his shoe. The friction on your clit felt so good and you were so sensitive and turned on that just a little touch could make you cum. You chased your own high while letting Kuroo use your mouth as he pleased.

“You got my shoe dirty with how wet you are. You’re gonna lick it all clean after we’re done aren’t you? That’s how bad you want this job, don’t you baby?” he said through gritted teeth. The thought of him making you do something so demeaning made you clench and you started to move your hips faster, desperate to finally reach the peak. The vibrations from your mouth were bringing closer and closer to his orgasm and after thrusting for a few more seconds, he pulled out of you, fucking his fist while watching you chase your own high.

He looked so good with his sleeves rolled up and the veins in his hands flexed as he moved his fist up and down his length. Your senses were clouded and when he lifted his foot up to apply more pressure to your clit, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You whimpered as you finally came, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure. Seeing you like this was enough for Kuroo, and you could see he was close.

“You want my cum don’t you baby? Stick your tongue out for me.” he said and you obliged. He stroked himself once, twice and then groaned as he came all over your tongue and face. You patiently waited till he was done, eyes closed in pleasure. You swallowed all of his cum and looked up at him with doe eyes. He used his thumb to gather the cum that was on your cheek, and then pushed it inside your mouth. You sucked at his thumb greedily, moaning at his taste.

“This is all you’re ever gonna be good for, baby. But it’s okay right? You’re happy being my cumslut aren’t you?” he said. He didn’t wait for your answer as he tucked himself back inside his pants and bent down to untie your hands. After fixing himself up, he said “Enjoy your holiday miss y/n.” and walked out of his office, leaving you wondering what exactly you got yourself into.

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PATIENCE [A. MIYA]

pairings. sub!atsumu miya x fem!reader

filed under. masturbation, sadism, degradation, pillow humping, use of toys, orgasm delay/denial, sensory deprivation, oral (m. receiving), handjob, cock slapping, pegging, spitting, implied dumbification, use of restraints, aftercare

an. repost from my ao3 account <3

"[Y/NNN]!" Atsumu's whiny voice dragged every single syllable of your name, nuzzling his nose on the nape of your neck as he hugged you from behind. "[Y/N]... can we fuck?"

  "What the hell, 'Tsumu?" You grumbled, looking to the side to meet his puppy dog eyes. "I'm busy. I have a paper due in two hours." You sighed, pushing his face away from your shoulder and turning your attention to your laptop. It was the last assignment of the year and after you've done submitting this, you're free from the chains of university until January. Your boyfriend was as needy as ever. It's always that time of the year when he'd randomly walk up to you, smug and all, and ask for a good fuck...

  ...scratch that, this was almost a daily thing and you were beginning to grow concerned for Atsumu's sex drive. 

  It was a given fact that he had a stamina that encompasses one of an athlete's. He's a volleyball player after all. Atsumu was successfully scouted by the Division 1 Volleyball League as soon as he graduated high school. After playing a few games and such, he was then put in the MSBY Black Jackals and earned the spot as their starting setter. He lived quite the life, didn't he? He also managed to meet you, a coffee-addicted, narcissistic college student who just wanted to get through life. You had earned a scholarship in this college for the track team and in turn, you also had to study Sports Medicine. Both you and Atsumu crossed paths on an odd Sunday afternoon when you so happened to be fighting a dog. 

  It was an odd way to meet your significant other, really, but you insisted that the reason behind your intentions were merely due to the fact that you wanted to assert dominance. You took this dominatrix role to heart because as you and Atsumu got closer it had come to circumstances where you wouldn't hesitate to fight a child, a baby, and worst-case-scenario: a bear. So, when it came to sex, you didn't just let Atsumu degrade you unless you had something to say. 

  No, no, no, you weren't a submissive woman for no man. In this relationship, you were in charge. No matter where you stood, top or bottom, side to side— when you say something, like the good boy Atsumu was, he will always have to listen. Of course, that is with his consent of course. But tonight, as the clock ticked to 10 in agonizingly slow pace, Atsumu couldn't help but be a little too needy. 

  It was an obvious fact in your relationship; Atsumu was very horny. No matter the time or place, he's always trying to find a reason to stuff his cock into your little pussy. How do you think he won No Nut November? That's right, he didn't. Two hours in and he was whining about wanting to fuck your tits. What now? As you typed this unnecessarily long essay for your class, Atsumu sat impatiently on the bed, watching you with fox-like eyes. He could feel his own growing bulge in his pants when he watched your focused expression in front of the laptop; his chocolate orbs travelling down to your exposed thighs and the small curb of your stomach when you sat. 

  He just loved everything about you. 

  "Stop oglin' me, 'Tsumu," you spoke sternly, keeping your attention on the laptop. "Calm your breathing, you can last an hour without being fucked by me." 

  "But [Y/NNN]," he whined. You could tell he had tilted his head upward slightly and that there was a pout present on his face. "Please, please, pleaaasseeee." He begged, but with every plea you only responded with a shake of your head and a hum of disapproval. 

  "Be patient and I'll think about it, baby." 

  You were so close to completing this paper, couldn't he wait a little bit? But knowing your 'Tsumu, impatience ran through his veins and Atsumu always figured out a way to get what he wants. The typing on your keyboard as well as the ticking of time created an irk mark on the side of his head and Atsumu was beginning to grow hot because of the growing bulge in his volleyball shorts. He sat properly on the edge, his hands on his sides as he watched with a slightly aroused expression the way his dick twitched from inside of his garments. If you looked at him right now, you would have been able to see the outline of his dick sitting painfully on the meat of his muscled thighs. 

  You cleared your throat to yourself, mumbling a few words as you typed up your essay. It didn't help that Atsumu was agitated by any move you made. Your bare legs unconsciously moved against each other whenever it got too cold or the way the top you wore rose up slightly so that he could see some of the sweat that glistened onto your unsullied skin. He just wanted to paint your body with his cum and at this point, he would do anything to see you in a position under him... 

  ...or on top of him. 

  Now that he's thought of it, never once has he ever had you on top of him during sex. You've always been so dominantly powerful even while you were bottoming out; but the image of you being on top? That not only riled him up even more at the moment, but he also felt the hard throb of his dick beneath his attire. 

  Shit, Atsumu internally cursed. Want 'er to fuck me so bad... 

  "You're quiet," you pointed out, still unaware of his dishevelled state. "Too quiet. What's wrong, 'Tsums?" You furrowed your brows. This paper was taking longer than you anticipated and it was beginning to tire you out having to think so much all while mentally worrying for your blond boyfriend. Though, you'd never admit that out loud.

  He whined, beginning to squirm on the bed. A pillow situated between his thighs as he pouted in your direction. You couldn't see him, but the commotion he made behind you only caused you to perk your ears. You weren't about to let him distract you from your work— because that's exactly what he wanted. You weren't about to allow him to get what he wanted, were you? 

  "[Y/N]," he was vocal as he moaned. His shorts found a place on the floor as he ground his hard cock against the soft pillow. You froze on your spot, pinching yourself as a reminder you had a paper due in less than two hours. You could hear the soft rocks of the bed as Atsumu pleasured himself. You tried to keep still so that you didn't look back, because you knew that if you looked back on him right now he would have won and you most likely would have pounced him. "[Y/N]— hahh..." You could hear the neediness in his voice, the way it rose up and cracked in the slightest. You knew how high his stamina was and you were painfully aware how long it took for the male to come undone just by touching himself alone. 

  Humping on your pillows and jerking himself wouldn't satisfy him as much as having your cunt buried deep into his dick.

  The way his cock was in between the folded pillows, feeling the soft sheet of your silk covers hugging his walls. He had to hold the two ends still, hissing at the feeling and knowing it was nothing in comparison to the gummy walls of your [light/dark] pussy. If he folds the pillow tighter around his cock, he can imagine the view of your body in front of him, mewling as he thrust into the pillow with a strangled moan. He was rutting hard into the cotton, groaning quietly as his imagination took him places, the thought of you and you alone was enough to get him off. And he was desperate, absolutely desperate for you to milk his fat balls dry. 

  He wanted to feel your legs wrap around his hips, his image of your naked body, if you looked back now, the sight of his bulging muscles as he drives his hips into the pillow would be so divine. The way his thighs begin to sweat as he humps your pillow, looking so tiny between the trunk of his thick thighs, bed dipping down around his weight. 

  Soft, gentle humps weren't cutting anymore for Atsumu. He had taken the pillow away, stripping the last of his clothing allowing his cock to spring up and hit his stomach. His red and angry tip was leaking with precum, moving down his twitching shaft slowly. As soon as his large hands found home around his girth, he hissed a moan, making you flinch. You could tell by the heat he radiated, that he was so needy right now. But you couldn't let him distract you, you had a priority right now and that was not Atsumu. 

  That was your fourteen-page essay. 

   "Atsumu," your voice rang in his ears, almost a little too sharply earned a startled whimper from his end. Your typing halted and he gulped when you turned to face the blond male. His legs spread as his large hands moved up and down, slowly around his cock. He was shamelessly exposed to your piercing [E/C] orbs and it had come to the point that you would've thought this situation would be embarrassing in the eyes of someone who wasn't you. The older Miya had no shame at this point of the relationship; him being so sprawled out and horny in front of your eyes. "Stop touching yourself." You pursed your lips together. 

  You'd be lying if that sight didn't turn you on. You could already feel your pussy flutter and pool in your underwear at the thought of Atsumu jerking off with your name escaping his lips. You felt so powerful at this point, you felt like you bore fruit an ability that every god could gracefully walk by; the thought of Atsumu being fucked out by yours truly was riveting in a way that caused you to subconsciously rub your sex with your thighs only. Your breath was hot as you opened your mouth in the shape of an 'o,' Atsumu's brass-like orbs sparked at the sight of that, and he smirked much to your demise. 

  "Or what, [Y/N]-chan?" He teased with perilous intent. "Ya said yer busy with the paper, what's stoppin' me now?" His cocky grin boiled your blood and you exhaled a sigh of disciplinary resolve. 

  You had something that Atsumu did not: patience. 

  "If you don't stop touching yourself I'll make sure to ruin every single orgasm for this week and the following week after." 

  Atsumu froze, his hand hovering over the shaft of his dick. An incoherent noise escaped his lips as you smirked to yourself, he knew damn well that was a promise and not just a simple threat to keep him at bay. He knew how patient you could be without his dick; you were just amazing that way. The thought of not being able to release was a nightmare for Atsumu. He couldn't do that. He was like a rabbit in heat whenever he was active in sex— he couldn't stop until he's cum once, twice, three times, or more. 

  When you saw this, you hummed in satisfaction as you turned back to keep doing your schoolwork. "Good boy." You murmured more to yourself rather than to Atsumu. But in a matter of a few ticking minutes, feeling like hours to the blind male, he began to whine and grumble under his breath. He was hidden under the blanket, all bundled up like a caterpillar and quietly he was stroking himself. 

  This didn't go unnoticed by you. 

  "Hnngh..." He panted quietly. Your chair shifted and he froze.

  You continued to type your essays, pretending to be unaware of his sinful ministrations. Your breathing was still and controlled; in contrast to Atsumu's quiet and hitched own. The way he slowly stroked his cock in attempt to please himself didn't make up as much as when he was more exposed and open with the air. He just wanted to be touched by you. He wanted your hands all over his toned body, he wanted you to ruin him; though he would never admit that out loud because of his own pride and ego in its standing. 

  "Atsumu," your voice rung in his ears once again. Startled, he yelped when he saw you sitting by the edge of the bed with your arms crossed. The laptop still open to your unfinished document and his half-naked body exposed as you pulled the blanket off of him. "What were you doing?" You rose your brows, leaning forward sinisterly. 

  "Nothing," he spoke quickly, looking anywhere but at you. 

  "Then why is your hand on your cock?" You didn't hesitate with your bluntness, watching his flushed expression as he sat up and faced you. "What happened to 'no touching,' huh? Are you really that needy for my cunt that you'd go as far as not listen to me? You're just a needy little slut, aren't you, baby?" 

  "I-I couldn't—"

  "Shut up," you interrupted coldly. "Lie down and put your hands above your head, babe." You straddled the naked male, towering over him like a tiger looking down on its prey— you pinned his hands above his head, pressing your lips against his own and letting him melt against your touch. He was needy. Very needy, because when you pulled your lips away he was leaning forward for more and what stopped him were the restraints that you had put him in while he was distracted. You leaned over to reach under the bed, grabbing the blue cock ring and putting it on his swelling length. "Remember our safe word, baby?"

  'Tuna,' he thought. 

  "Yes ack—  shiittt, shit, shit!" He threw his head backwards, his hips arching forward as you switched on the vibrator on its lowest setting, giving him the buzzing sensation that was enough to shoot electricity around his body, but not enough to make him cum. Humming a small tune to yourself, you made him face you. He watched as you carefully lifted yourself from straddling the male, ridding yourself of your indigo underwear and waving it in front of his face. 

  "You better not spit this out," you murmured, cupping his cheeks with one hand so that his mouth opened with an 'o.' "You're gonna shut up and keep still, understand? If I hear so much as a whimper, I'm going to ruin you, Miya Atsumu." 

  Your eyes sparked darkly as you stuffed his mouth with your lace undie, smiling mischievously when he complied. You also grabbed a silk blindfold from inside the bedside table, gently wrapping it around his vision before teasingly pressing a kiss on where his eyes would be. His mouth quivered, threatened to release a whimper, but alas, he wouldn't want his orgasms ruined by you every time. He wanted release and he couldn't do that if he was disobedient.

  Standing up, you grabbed the blanket and returned to your spot at your desk. Atsumu's heavy breathing was slowly growing into a hindrance of quiet wails and unstable pants with every passing minute as you proceeded to work on your essay. You could hear some commotion from his gentle kicking and moving around, he was just too sensitive anyway. You bet that he was so close to releasing a loud, and strangled moan. One that he took pride in making whenever he overstimmed himself when thrusting into you. But right now, he was stuck in restraints with nothing but a ring around his dick to stimulate him.

  You liked it when he was so submissive. 

  You loved the way he'd whimper softly because he craved for your touch and your skin against his skin. Brushing against each other like two stars colliding and sparking up in lust-filled enticement. He was just too desperate at the moment that he was willing to do anything for you to ride him at that moment. Just the thought of your wet, sloppy walls clamping down on his pretty dick was enough to make him clench his eyes shut and circle his hips against nothing. The ring that hugged the base of his cock was vibrating in the lowest setting and his eyes were covered with the countenance of a desperate façade. His jaw closed tight around your indigo underwear and when he pictured your pretty cunt that sat upon your desk chair, he could feel himself trash on the bed; hips thrusting upwards as he tried to pleasure himself despite the tight restraints.

  This earned a glance from your venereal [E/C] eyes, snorting internally to yourself at his desperate attempt to get himself off. "No touching, 'Tsumatsu," you spoke up, pretending to be unaware of his actions. You were close to finish your paper and the thought of Atsumu's naked body being exposed, weak, and vulnerable within your carnal gaze made you halt for a moment to look at your struggling boyfriend. When your typing halted, Atsumu was aware that you were looking at him at that moment— his lips brazenly clenching around the fabric of your panty as his cock twitched here and there with the low setting of the vibration running through his girth. He wanted to whine, cry, wail, scream at you for torturing him like that. But you took pleasure in seeing him suffer that way, a sight that beheld schadenfreude indeed. 

  Glancing back at your paper, you proceeded to complete the last few sentences of your final essay, taking in his quiet whimpers as his toes curled against the sheets and the low setting of the cock ring buzzed against his throbbing cock. The restraints around his wrists rattled against the headboard and in attempt to distract you (though completely failing completely), Atsumu struggled and tried to move around. With his breathing becoming heavy, he looked to what seemed to be your direction, dark brows furrowed in a plea. And after finally submitting the last of your work, you shut your laptop, turning the chair to face Atsumu's sensitive self. His abs clenched in attempt to release and his legs shaking. 

"You've been awful quiet there, huh?" You mocked. He whined, louder this time against the gag of your underwear in between his lips. You approached the male, crawling over his body like a predator among prey as you then ripped off the blindfold from his face, taking your sopping wet underwear from his mouth as well. Covered in the remains of his drool and a trail between the fabric and his lips thinned as you threw the panty in the neglected corner of the room. "Did I allow you to speak?" You hissed, holding on to the base of his cock tightly which struck a bolt in his core as strings of white shot up towards his clenched stomach. A loud, shameless groan escaped his lips when he arched his back, moving hips to your hands to ride himself out, but alas you released your grip, scoffing softly. "You really couldn't wait, you slut?" 

  "Please, please, please fuck me," he pleads, trashing around in an attempt to get out of the restraints. But him being too weak after his high, barely budged as you clicked your tongue. "Want your pussy 'round me, baby. Please ride me... use me, [Y/N], please— just make me cum!" He rambled, shutting his eyes tightly in embarrassment. The thought of his teammates finding out how submissive he was, especially with you, was riveting and he wouldn't ever hear the end of their shameless banter if they were to ever know of his dirty little secrets.

  "Aww, 'Tsumu, wants to cum?" You cooed, taking your hands around his dick and getting rid of the vibrating cock ring. You could feel how big the girth of his cock around your hands throb when you gently stroked him, blowing onto his tip as he struggled to keep his head up to look at you take his dick into your mouth. He so wanted to see how your cheeks hollowed when you brought yourself down onto his cock, licking and kissing every vein and skin of his cock. He wanted to be able to watch your eyes water as you deepthroated him. But today... you decide to make it different. Because as you dragged your mouth in and out of his swelling cock, you dragged your teeth as well. Gently but firmly moving along his sensitive skin which earned a cry of slight pain from the bicoloured-haired male.

  "[Y-Y/N]! Shit!" A loud groan escaped his lips as he clenched the headboard above him, wanting so badly to grab a patch of hair from your head to support you with your movements. The giggle that escaped your lips brought all sorts of vibrations across his length and he visibly shivered when you licked over his swelling tip, stopping momentarily when he twitched as a sign of release. He was so close. So, so, close. Why didn't you let him go? Why did you stop? Why—

  "You asked for me, didn't ya?" You spoke darkly, fondling with his sensitive balls in a manner that made him nothing more than a toy to you. 

  "Please, [Y/N], please, please, please," he kept himself from sobbing, crying, but that sadistic smile on your face only haunted him as your feathered hands brushed over the head of his cock. The stimulation itself allowing a stream of precum to fall down his dick. "Please let me cum, I just need to cum, [Y/N]— ah!" He cried when took the vibrating cock ring to press around him. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" 

  His chants filled your ears as you continued to run a hand through his dick. Gently stroking him while you slowly put the toy in its highest setting. He began to roll his hips in a desperate plea of release, you let him do that as you initiated once again with your tongue playing with the slit of his cock, licking around his precum and helping him chase his release. His breathing was heavy and his toes curled with all the pleasure that you gave him. 

  You were spoiling him. Spoiling him too much. He was supposed to be suspicious of it, but how can he when all that clouded his mind was the delicate touch of your fingers stroking his cock and the oscillating toy that was up in its highest setting. It was too good to be true— you were too good to be true. You yourself were beginning to wet the sheets under you with your leaking essence when his whines came up in your ears. So, so good... his eyes saw stars when his meaty thighs began to shake—

  "Cumming! I-I'm cumming! Don't s-stop—"

  But you did.

  You grinned widely when he cried, sobbing, when you stopped the toy from moving and your hand halting around his dick. His tip was pooling with thick, white cum and his eyes were beginning to glisten as he tried to move his hips up to meet your hands. You immediately stepped away from his cock, removing the toy and tossing it to the side as he squirmed and whined under your cat-like gaze. 

  "You asked for this, baby," you spoke lowly, crawling on top of his chest and teasing your cunt on top of his hard dick. The head touching your hold twitched every now and then as you wiggled your hips. Atsumu whined, looking away from you as he shut his eyes, tears streaming down his dishevelled cheeks, too embarrassed and ashamed about his constant need to release. "Didn't you want to be fucked by me, 'Tsumu? I thought you wanted me to touch you?" You cooed, stroking his cheeks gently so his teary eyes met your carnal own.

  "Wunna c-cum, baby, please, I wunna—" he choked on his own spit, sobs escaping his lips when you lifted yourself from him. "Please, I need yer cunt, [Y/N]..." A strangled moan escaped his mouth when you aligned his cock into your hole, groaning with your lips shut as you held on to his chest to ensure you don't shake. "Let me get outta these restraints, baby, I want hold ya, please, [Y/N]." He pleaded, watching you roll your hips on top of him. 

  He was still so sensitive, even though he never got to cum, but with the way you tightly clenched around him he couldn't help but throw his head back, hitting the headboard when you began to bounce. At a slow rhythm at first, all while stripping your top off of your body. Atsumu's breath hitched, moving his hips in sync with yours. Skin slapping against skin slowly as he gave in to your touch. 

  "Take it like a good boy, babe," you mumbled, leaning forward to capture his lips. The coil that built up in his stomach was about to snap when you firmly began to bounce your body on top of him. Skin slapping resounded in the apartment walls as Atsumu's wanton moans filled your ears, feeding you into an ecstatic state of bliss. "You're gunna cum aren't ya? Like a cunt-slut, eh? You're my little cunt-slut, aren't ya, baby?" You crooned, feeling yourself move close to your orgasm. 

  "Cumming, cumming—!" He wailed. You laughed sadistically, pulling your hips off as you used your fingers to chase your high. Finally, Atsumu broke out a sob as he twitched into nothing, leaking with thick white precum as you came with your fingers only. "I was— I-I was so fuckin' close!" He growled, frustrated, attempting to pull himself out of his restraints. 

  "Watch your language, you brat," you spoke darkly, "this is what you get for being so impatient. Y'know what impatient bitches get? Nothing."

  "I just w-wunna cum, [Y/N]... p-please!" He cried, rolling his hips around nothing, you slapped his cock to keep him still, frowning when he didn't shut up. "Just fuckin' let me fill you up, b-babe, it hurts!" He groaned. 

  You grabbed a hold of his cheeks so his lips formed an 'o,' his honeyed hues looked up at you in desperate plea, slightly startled when you took a pool of spit from inside your mouth and brought it down into his own. He let out gargled whines when you pat his cheek, pinching his sensitive nipples.

  "You better not swallow that, Atsumu," you said, "otherwise, I'll leave you like this for the rest of the night." You meant that. You will leave him if he so much as slips up and spills your spit from his mouth. With a meek nod, you wiped his tear-stained face with your hand as you hummed in approval. You peppered his neck in gentle kisses, marking his skin in various shades of purple and blue while listening to the earful whimpers that escaped his lips when he tried to moan. 

  "Hngghh..." He strangled out, digging crescents into his palm as your hand found their way wrapping around his pulsing dick. "Ah..."  Some drool fall down his mouth, leaking onto his chin and moving down his neck and shoulders. 

  You paused, looking up to meet his eyes viciously. 

  "I told you to keep it in your mouth, didn't I?" You frowned, watching him gulp with an exhausted expression on his face, soft, blubbering whimpers escaping his lips as you sighed at his pathetic state. "Fine. Baby, d'ya wanna cum?" You gently stroked his cock. "Want my mouth to help you out?" You cooed, watching him buck in desperation, nodding as you stammered quiet apologies.  

  You went down on his chest, scattering his body with gentle kisses before you slowly took his weeping dick into your mouth. His moans accompanied by whines once again filled your ears as he struggled to look down on you, wanting so badly to grab your head to thrust himself at a pace that would completely wreck him. But he was afraid that if he did something as little as buck his hips into your mouth or move his shaking thighs in the slightest. You had fondled with his balls to help him chase his high, feeling generous tonight as you played with the slit of his dick with your tongue and dragging your wet muscle to the side of his cock; taking in every pulsing vein and leaving no flesh untouched by your mouth. 

  "Cu..." he paused as he moaned out loudly, afraid, once again, that you would ruin this orgasm. But to his surprise, you continued to pleasure the male, clutching tightly to his muscled thighs as his throat choked out a cry of elation when he had bucked his hips up, you hummed in approval, swirling your tongue around the folds of his tip, sinful sounds resounding from your dirty ministrations as you swallowed as much to his pleasure. A breathy rasp escaped his lips and he was convinced that he would lose his voice by the end of this night. 

  You pause to stare at his drooling cock but then latch your lips onto the head with your own once again, chasing the droplets of the white goo-like substance. You wanted to milk him dry and you could tell that that Atsumu was growing weak with your touch alone as you hollowed your cheeks as tight as you can to milk his balls dry. Because this is what he wanted, didn't he? He asked to be fucked and you're giving him exactly what he wanted. 

  There's no point in complaining now that you were compliant. 

  "'M sensitive— sensitive, ahh, [Y/N]!" He let out a string of moans, going up pitches when he languidly arched his hips until your nose met his pubic bone, he was attempting to follow the pace of your movements as you sought out another orgasm from the faux-blond. He panted, thighs shaking around by your head when he had cum again, this time you couldn't take the burn of the thunderous spurts of white that ran down your throat, allowing him to coat your face with his semen. 

  "Look how much you came," you crooned, rubbing the angry-red tip of his cock and smearing his thick essence over the softening girth. "You know we're not done, baby?" 

  "W-What?" Atsumu whimpered when you began stroking him into hardness again, you grabbed the cock ring that was neglected for the while he was being pleasured, putting it up in the highest setting which made him throw his head back as he cried out in anamnesis of both pain and pleasure. You stood up on your knees, watching his back create a perfect arch as he whined, shaking his head. "Too much, 'm gunna c-cum 'gain.." He groaned.

  "Then cum," you stood up on your feet, moving to head out toward the kitchen. "I'll be back." You smile innocently.  

  "W-Where are ya goin'? [Y/N]— don't.." he ached all over, feeling spurts of cum go up to his stomach and drool down his cock, moving inwards on his thighs and onto the sheets.

  "Water break," you hum innocently. 

  "W-Wait—"

  Atsumu's quiet whines echoed around the room, accompanied by the buzz of the cock ring. He was squirming, still too delicate from his previously precarious highs. The sound of your humming voice echoed in his ears like a siren's distinct song and his quiet cries, umbrageous tears fell down his cheeks. He was too weak, he felt his head fall into a state of cloudiness when he heard the door open, unaware of your current get-go. 

  "Aw, he's cryin'," uttering in a soft, almost mocking, expression when you set down the empty glass of water next to the bed. "Look how adorable you look, 'Tsumu, I could just take pictures if I had my phone." His eyes shot open when he met your felicitous eyes, a playful grin growing on your face as you fixed the strap-on around your hips. He remained fixated on the girth of the dildo, whimpering when your gloved hands played with the skin of his ass. 

  "[Y/N], wait..." he groaned when your lubed fingers feathered over his hole, your head tilted in absolute interest, feeling a power surge through your mind at his submissive state. This was your first time ever doing such a thing with him, you've brought up the topic to. him a few times and he had always spoke about it with an open mind. "Feels weird..." His mouth gaped when you slowly inserted your finger, gasping quietly when you experimented with a curl of your slender fingers. 

  "Remember the safe word?" You asked gently, stroking the skin of his abdomen gently. 

  "'S tuna," he visibly clenched tightly when another finger slipped into him, his cock jumping up when your hands resorted to short and dragging thrusts. "it hurts, ah... m' wrists.." You removed your hand, pursing your lips as you crawled on top of him, releasing the restraints around his sore wrists and littering tiny kisses on top of them. 

  "Better?" You asked. He nodded, following your actions as you watched him go on all fours. "You do't have to that, 'Tsumu, you can let me do all the work." You gently combed through his hair with your other hand, listening to his stammering whimpers as he panted, wiggling his hips up in your direction as an invitation to ruin him.

  "Jus' fuck me, [Y/N],' he said subtly in a low tone, resting his cheek on the pillow below him. The tip of his cock slightly dragged along the silk sheets, giving him a sense of friction and allowing his whole body to jolt when you continued to prep his untouched hole.

  "So demanding, babe," you clicked your tongue, massaging around his hole before forcing two fingers inside. "Y'know, it's going to hurt, right?" 

  "I know, just fuck me, I don't care!" He whined. 

  His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and you almost wanted to chuckle at the look of raw pleasure on his face. He shivered when you pulled your fingers away and applied more lube, the pleasant tingle in his heat making his cock twitch against his stomach. He breathed shakily through his nose, whining almost, as he opened his eyes to take a peek at what you were doing, almost choking as you saw you stroking the dildo to apply the lube. His wrist was weak, shaking as he moved his body to rest on his elbows to rest his forehead on the sheets, fingers prematurely taking hold of the bedsheets. 

  "Tsk, don't be a brat," you whispered more to yourself as he let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure when you first slid into him, his face contorting into bliss when your pelvis meets his ass. 

  It started off with slow, subtle thrusts into his ass. Your hand palmed his hips as he grunted with the feeling of his face rocking against the mattress. You dragged your cock out, before fully plunging back in which earned a groan from him as you continued with your brutally rhythmic pace. 

  "Fhuuu— fuccckkkk!" He groaned, feeling the tip of your dildo hit his prostate repeatedly, the permanent curve moving into his ass and producing a chorus of dirty noises. His pants were loud and his tongue killed out when he moved his right hand to grab his cock, fully pleasuring himself with the feeling of your thrusts and his hand stroking his cock. 

  You pinched his arm, halting your movements for a second before glaring at him from behind. "Only I can pleasure you, baby," you grabbed his hand, moving it so that it was behind him as you continued to thrust brutally into him. "You're gonna be a good boy and take what you have, understand?" You grumbled when he whined loudly, feeling himself twitch uncontrollably when your thrusts quickened in its pace. 

  "So good— it feels so good, ahh!" He wailed, flushed cheeks squishing the mattress as he stained the sheets with his tears. 

  "Only I can make you feel this way, understand?" You leaned over to whisper in his ear, never halting in your thrusts as you listened to his pretty little moans. 

  "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" His moan came out in a strangled moan. "Only you, yes, only you..." he begin to babble as the coil developing in his stomach jolted through his body into a snap, an electric-like surge running through his lower parts as ropes of white, creamy cum stained his abdomen and silky sheets beneath him. 

  You panted quietly into his ear as well, slowly dragging your cock out before discarding the toy to the side to attend to your boyfriend's incoherent needs. You moved his hair away from his face, his ass still facing up in the air as his eyes rolled back in an expression of ecstasy. His body moved with every shaky breath he took ass clenching around nothing when he fell back on the bed with nothing but a weak grunt. 

  "Mm, I'll run a bath for you, baby," you murmured, discarding the latex gloves you wore before rubbing his bum gently and standing up to clean up. 

  "No, no," he reached out for you, pulling your body close to his as he nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. The feeling of his slick against your arm left you unbothered as he tangled his legs around your body. "Wunna hold you." He pouted. 

  "Shouldn't I be the one who should be doing that?" You joked quietly, stroking his cheek. "Was I too rough?" You asked.

  "No," he murmured, "just right... I loved it..." he hummed. 

  "Good," you yawned. "Do you want to stay like this, 'Tsums?" You asked. 

  "Mmhm," he nodded, "love you..." 

  "Yeah," you hugged his neck, letting him rest his head in between the valley of your breasts. "I love you too..." 

  [ EXTENDED ENDING ] 

  "He won't be coming to practice today," you spoke through the phone, the sun rising up as you watched your boyfriend sleep soundly on your bed. "He wouldn't be feeling too well if he did. Besides, he stayed up again." You pretended to sigh, but Kiyoomi caught on to your schemes a little too quickly. 

  "He shouldn't be in practice anyway," the curly-haired male replied. "It wouldn't be good for him or the team. Just make sure he's back in shape by tomorrow." 

  You chuckled. "No promises," you responded in a sarcastic manner. "Knowing my 'Tsumu, there isn't any stopping him until he gets what he wants..." 

  "I didn't need to know that," there was a hint of disgust in his voice. But knowing your friend he wasn't too bothered because he'd grown used to all his teammate's shenanigans. "I'll be going now, [L/N]."

  "Yeah, yeah," you spoke, "I'll let you know if Atsumu wants to drop by later." When you hung up the phone, Atsumu awoke with a few slurs escaping his lips accompanied by a throbbing pain between his legs. "Rise and shine, baby." You grinned, setting down the phone after hanging up. 

  "Mm, [Y/N]," he moaned quietly, "still felt good... maybe I should bother you while you're doing your homework more often..." he hugged the pillow when he looked at you. 

  "Shit, speaking of homework," you move toward your laptop, opening it to look at your assignment. All in red, it was marked with a 'late submission' sign. "It was two minutes late." You frown, staring at Atsumu. 

  "'S not my fault," he grinned cockily, "you were just as horny as I was, weren't ya?" He teased. 

  "You have no place to talk, Atsumu," you grumble, "besides, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow, if I do feel like peggin' you again." 

  "Try me," he smirked. 

  After the night before? He knew exactly what to look forward to with you and your new strap-on. And he wasn't ashamed to say that he liked it very much.

adorahub © 2023, pls do not modify, copy, or repost— live laugh like && reblog if you enjoyed reading this <33

Warnings: dry humping, post-timeskip Atsumu

Synopsis: you boldly take the initial stride, enlisting the help of Atsumu to satiate your desires 

Author: @doumadono

A/N: hi, folks, here we go again! This marks my second foray into the Kinktober '23 Collaboration, and guess what? It's my debut in the world of Haikyuu! Brace yourselves, 'cause I'm about to knock it out of the park – hope you're ready to enjoy the ride! 🙌😏 Today's prompt: dry humping

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You adored weekends. It was that special time of the week when Atsumu was mostly at home, except for the occasional matches or training sessions. During these weekends together, you both enjoyed indulging in various activities, not necessarily something overly engaging. Sometimes, it was as simple as a quiet book reading session. Atsumu with his favorite book and you with yours, cuddled together on the couch, sipping on warm beverages.

That day had begun innocently enough, both of you enjoying a rare lazy day at home, free from Atsumu's usual training commitments. As you lounged together, engrossed in your books, you nonchalantly threw your legs over his lap. 

Atsumu's hand found its place on your thigh, just above your knee, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your cotton leggings in a mesmerizing rhythm. While he continued to delve into the dense criminal book before him, you found it increasingly challenging to concentrate on your psychological thriller while you felt the warmth of his hand on you. Oh, your boyfriend had an effect on you, there was no doubt.

The decision to take your relationship slow had seemed logical at the time, but now, with the seemingly innocent touch sending electrifying sensations through your spine and directly to your core, you couldn't recall the rationale behind it. Yet, you started to realize that you yearned for Atsumu and his touch. The desperation had grown to the point where you were on the verge of breaking your own rules.

You resisted for a few minutes before impulsively taking the book from his hands. Straddling him, you cupped his handsome face with your palms, initiating a slow, deep kiss that ignited a passionate blaze between you. Atsumu's hands traveled to your hips, and his touch traced the length of your spine through the soft shirt you wore. The electric current that had begun with the touch of his thumb on your thigh now surged between you, filling the air with palpable desire as your kisses grew increasingly fervent.

His grip on your hips urging you both closer until you could practically feel the heat radiating from each other's centers made you gasp deeply. He moaned into the kiss and pulled your lip between his bottom teeth, sucking on it.

Gently tugging at the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck, you exposed his throat and began a series of open-mouthed kisses along it, leaving a small mark where you could feel his pulse quickening. Your fingers moved stealthily, sliding up to pull his t-shirt up, allowing your hands to explore the soft skin of his torso. It was a mutual decision to shift positions during this intimate encounter, and as you gazed into his large, brown eyes, you couldn't help but grin. You adjusted your hips so that his crotch was nestled between your legs, and when you rolled your pelvis experimentally, both of you couldn't contain your moans.

Your breaths were becoming increasingly ragged, and you were acutely aware of his fascinated gaze as you moved together. "Oh, Atsumu, you’re so good to me, baby...."

Atsumu didn't stop you; in fact, he supported himself with one foot on the floor, giving you a more stable surface to grind against. Leaning in so close that his nose was buried in your hair and his lips brushed against your ear. He ran the ip of his tongue on his bottom lip, and  whispered, "Will you cum for me, Y/N?"

A needy whine escaped your lips, and you nodded vigorously, arching your body to press even closer to him, craving more of the delicious friction between your thighs. "Y-yeah, yes, I'll, oh God..."

Atsumu maintained his firm stance, propped up on his elbow while skillfully keeping your hands at bay. The tantalizing friction of his rock-hard cock against your clit sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, even through the thin layers of clothing that separated your bodies. Your impending climax simmered powerfully and achingly low between your thighs. Lost in the rhythm of your movements against him, it took you a moment to realize you had been moaning his name, desperately entreating him for release. "Oh, Atsumu, baby, yes, yes, you feel so good….”

His wicked chuckle, delivered right against your ear, caused your core to spasm and throb around emptiness, your orgasm tantalizingly close. "Oh, babygirl, holy hell, you’re hot.”

As you let out a soft, almost incoherent whimper, his fingers traced a tantalizing path along the curve of your hip, slipping into the dip at your waist and then up over your ribs to gently cup your breast. His thumb grazed your nipple through your shirt ever so delicately, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through you. He continued to caress the pebbled nub with a rhythmic motion, lifting his head from your neck to gaze at you intently. His lips brushed yours in a fleeting kiss, more like a whisper, as he murmured, "Cum for me, babygirl, I know you can."

In response, a moan escaped your lips, a sound that even to your own ears, sounded raw and desperate. You nodded fervently, your body writhing against his, your hands finding their way to his hair and face as he finally released them. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Atsumu had leaned back slightly to observe your expressions, and the look of wonder in his eyes filled you with gratitude as your orgasm washed over you, forcing your eyes shut as you quivered against him.

He held you tenderly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, only shifting to cuddle you when your breathing steadied, and your eyes fluttered open. 

You could feel his presence against your pussy still but he was only half-hard now, the bulge in his sweatpants barely visible. "I love you, Atsumu," you whined, nuzzling him.

“And I love you too, my wild babygirl.”

Thank you for that, Ushi~

And Tsumu, sorry baby... (˘³˘)♥

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-Thirst imagine-

Imagine, him fucking you with his tight suit and loose tie. Rubbing your swollen clit with his rough fingers. Gripping your hips until you see some marks. Squeezing your thighs as their climax approaches.

◇ Ushijima Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Osamu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Kuroo Tetsuro, Matsukawa Issei

-Thirst Imagine-

What a sight to behold when your lover who's always the dominant between you two, handcuffed to the bed. Admiring this view, your lover can't stop squiriming as your stare melts them. You roam your hands on their body sensually. Feeling up their attractive and gorgeous body. Yours hands went to their inner thighs and spread them apart. Your lover moans as they feel your burning touch on their body.

• Kuroo Tetsuro, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koushi, Kenma Kozume, Atsumu Miya, Bokuto Kotaro, Nishinoya Yuu, Hinata Shoyo

A/N: As my 2 year anniversary here in Tumblr... why not treat myself to another thirst?👀

He say he wanna touch it, and tease it, and squeeze it

While my piggy bank is hungry, my n**, you need to feed it.~

men who will spoil the shit out of you. giving you any kinds of gifts everytime you two see each other. men who will protect you from filthy men, either a look or a touch. men who will take you out to a fancy dinner, kisses your ring on your left ring finger. men who will put a hand on you thigh as you drive back to your lovely home. men who will carry you on their shoulder as they make their way to you bedroom. gently puts you down on the bed and ravish you like a starved man you know he is.

stimulating your clit as his other free hand roams around your body, memorizing how smooth it feels under his hands. kisses you on your neck, working his way down as he reaches his destination. basically, worshipping your body.

◇ Kuroo Tetsurou, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Tartaglia, Diluc Ragvindr, Al Haitham, Ayato Kamisato, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kenma Kozume, Zhongli, Kita Shinsuke, Daichi Sawamura, Oikawa Tooru