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+ alpha! sanzu x omega! reader

+ soulmate au

warnings! spoilers from bonten arc, fingering, no condoms, him calling you a dumb bitch/princess 🥰

The club was definitely a lot busier tonight since the head of Bonten and his gang were there.

A girl- whom rarely go to bars- took another sip of vodka, emptying the entire glass in one go. Her friend who works behind the counter laughed at the girl's red face, flushed from the alcohol's effect or was is it even alcohol in the first place?

A pair of eyes burned into the back of the girl's head without her knowing. She definitely looks young- way too young to be in a club occupied with dangerous men like him. The man huffed out the smoke from his cig, eyes still glued to the girl's figure. For some reason, her presence intrigued him. I mean, she does have some guts to come here anyway.

"Hey, why are you staring at the girl?" A friend of his with multicoloured hair asked. His eyes went to meet his friend's ones lazily. "Because I can," he replied nonchalantly. Rindou kept quiet after that, decided to let Bonten's Number 2 be.

A strong smell filled the room making everyone there craned their necks to see who was letting out their pheromones freely at such place. The young girl panicked. Her friend's eyes widened at her bestie's state. It wasn't alcohol that was making her all flush and hot. The young girl dropped her head onto the counter. Her face was sweaty and her body felt like as if she was in a sauna but with her clothes still on. "You didn't tell me that today was your heat day!" Her friend whispered shout at her. Y/n didn't reply anything as she was busy panting and squirming around in her seat.

The friend honestly didn't know what to do. Having a heat in the middle of a well known gang's bar was very very dangerous. She looked up from her friend, only to be greeted with another hundred alphas in the room. They were all looking at her poor friend with eager eyes. Her friend panicked. She swung her friend's arm around her shoulders, dragging her into a room specially made for an omega once their heat comes.

Y/n laid on a neatly made bed at the corner of the room. Her pheromones were literally strong. Plus her friend didn't have those pills to help with the heat. "I'm sorry y/n but this is the least I can do," her friend apologized. The girl nodded in response. She turned to face her friend, who silently cried into her knees. Y/n couldn't blame her though. It would have been bad if some random alpha pounced on her right there on the spot.

She replied a small thank you, which her friend nodded before excusing herself back to work. Y/n was all alone now. Ugh how she hated having heats in public. But this time around it was so sudden. She looked into her planner, which states that her regular heat was suppose to come by next week and not today! She groaned in dismay, turning around in the bed, facing the wall, wishing there was someone that can help her relief this shit instead of using her fingers as usual.

Actually, she did had her eyes on a pink haired man who was surrounded by dangerous looking men who had the same tattoos at different parts of their body. The thing that caught her attention was the the two scars each at the end of his lips. And to y/n, he was gorgeous.

Ran, Rindou's older brother, looked at his pink headed friend, who's eyes never left the door that y/n and her friend entered not too long ago. "Her soulmate's probably here," he said, taking another sip of his drink. Everyone at the table looked at the said man. "What? Haven't you heard that an omega will suddenly go into heat when their soulmate is around which by that it means they will go into heat without following their original heat schedule, well that is if the omega hasn't found their soulmate yet," Ran explained. "And how about the omega's soulmate?" Kokonoi asked to which Ran let out a laugh. "Simple! The omega's soulmate will have his dick hard," he laughed. With that being said, Sanzu looked down at his pants-

Y/n continued to finger herself in need to stop her heat. The fact that her finger wasn't helping at all made her pissed off even more. "What's with today's heat, sheesh!" She groaned (and moaned a bit) in frustration, fingers going in and out of her cunt as fast as she can. "Ugh, fuck it!" another groan came as she wiped her fingers with the tissue provided on the table beside the bed. Y/n hugged the pillow, still panting as beads of sweat coated her forehead and body. She took off her white button-up shirt and threw it to the floor. The room was hot.

Looks like it won't end anytime soon, y/n thought as she searched for why did her heat came so suddenly. "Pfft, is this even true," she laughed at the soulmate thing (the one Ran explained earlier). Not that she believed in soulmates- she really wishes she had one- it's just that, the explanation doesn't seem right if you look from the medical point of view.

A knock came to her door, startling her from her train of thoughts. "Who's there?" y/n asked, covering her body with the pillow. The door opened revealing a certain pink haired man with two scars each at the end of his lips. Y/n gulped nervously. And she can't help the fact that he looks way gorgeous up close and personal like that. Her eyes travelled down from his face to his- shit, is that what she thinks it is?

"So you're my soulmate, huh? Wished you were prettier," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. The girl's face fall. First claiming that she was his soulmate- she still doesn't want to believe the explanation she searched earlier- and second, she was insulted for not being pretty? Oh hell no was she going to accept this. "Look sir, I had a few admirers back in college, so I don't think you should insult me for not being pretty," she spated. "Also, who are you to call me your soulmate? Only a dumb idiot like you would do that I guess," she added. "Who are you calling a dumb idiot?" the man said, shutting the door behind him with a click. The girl smirked from behind the pillow. Now that she got him all riled up (it wasn't her fault that she was feeling this way, she needed someone to help her relief from this torture as soon as possible).

"If I were to be a dumb idiot, I wouldn't be Bonten's Number 2," he said, each of his legs were now planted at the girl's sides as he's hands hold him up for support. Y/n's cheeks flushed red at their current position, face turning to the side, trying to avoid his gaze. Sanzu took in the smell of her pheromones as the heat between them increased. The girl's sweet huffs and pants can be heard, making his dick throbbed at the thought of marking her. She was his soulmate after all.

"Okay whatever sir, can you just, please," she said with her honey coated voice as she grinded her exposed cunt against his clothed dick, her slick staining his pants. "Dumb bitch, that stain won't come off easily," he said in a low voice, making her whimper as he hold her waist down to the bed. The man took off his button-up shirt and threw it somewhere in the room. And oh lord, y/n nearly drool at the sight of his body. Screw abs, his lanky and tall figure is just perfectly perfect. Sanzu proceeds to straddle her, lips inches apart. “You sure you’re my soulmate?” he asked. Y/n rolled her eyes, panting and grinding against his pelvis again. “My heat suddenly came out of the ordinary today, does that give you enough proof already?” she groaned. The pink haired twink man smirked as he grabbed the girl’s face, squishing her cheeks. “You talk too much. I’ll teach you how to shut up, okay?” he said, unzipping his pants. Y/n’s eyes grew wide at the size of his dick. Wait, scratch that, he looked like as if he was around 10 inches (he is long bestie, you can’t change my mind).

“What? Cat got your tongue?” he chuckled in a deep voice. Y/n gulped as she turned away in embarrassment. Can she even take all of him in, cause bitch that cock is hUge! “Come on now, princess, look at me,” he squished her cheeks once more before returning her gaze to him. His blue eyes were dark, clouded with want and need. And, not gonna lie, that’s hot.  “I’m going in tonight rip that pussy ay slowly okay?” he said softly and lovingly? Y/n winced as he pushed his dick into her slick coated walls. Sanzu didn’t move until she gave him the thumbs up. That’s sweet of him for not moving right away- “Fuck!” A screamed left her lips, knuckles white from gripping the sheets and head tilted backwards due to the amount of pleasure she’s getting. “You like that don’t you? Going around in heat in a room full of alphas, don’t you, you bitch,” he said slamming into her again, folding her legs around his waist for easy access.

“S-sir please, I’m about to cum,” she panted, an arm covering her sweaty and worn out face. “No, hold it,” he tempted, holding her wrist above her head. He continued to pound into her, her legs still wrapped around his waist for support. “Shit, you’re getting tight,” he panted, thrusting continuously. “Ah! Fuck!” y/n yelped, her back arched from the bed. The knot came, locking the omega and alpha in place. Sanzu threw his head back in pleasure and satisfaction as he released his seed into her womb along with the girl’s cum dripping out onto her inner thighs. The man toppled onto her, hugging her tightly with his dick still in her as they both dozed off.

Y/n woke up to be greeted by her friend who was frantically panicking. The girl tried to move but held back by the pink haired man. “Oh my god, y/n! Are you okay? Why is he here? Did you guys mate in here? Why him of all guys? Do you even know who he is?” her friend bombarded her with questions. Y/n laughed, stroking his pink hair lovingly. Of course she knows who this man is. Bonten’s Number 2, Haruchiyo Sanzu. Sure, he’s involved in gang shit, thugs, murders and such but what can she do? They both found each other by fate and by fate also made them both as soulmates. People can’t change fate.

note: suddenly i feel like decorating this fic more than usual 😭 and this is my first time writing an omegaverse fic too lol. anyways thanks for 500+ followers!! happy reading <3

The girl stared lovingly at her soulmate who was sleeping soundly on top of her. Honestly, she’s willing to do anything for the man, as long as they both agree to love each other and be there for one another. She didn’t mind for who he is and what he did, as long as they’re together, she’s happy.

♡ — SUMMARY: gojo wants to secretly hook up with you although you’re his rival, as well as a teacher and sorcerer from the sister-school in kyoto.

♡ — CONTENT: 18+ only || mdni — smut, outdoor, fingering, stroking, bickering, oral m! receiving, & fluff.

♡ — WC: 2.3K

♡ — A/N: I would let this man rob me btw (:

“If we’re going to fuck, we better do it now.”

“Hush, Satoru! That’s not appropriate.”

“And why not?” 

Satoru’s lips were pressed against your ear as he spoke. Those large hands of his — which were previously in his pocket — snaked around your body, and he grabbed your ass with little care regarding who might have seen him.

“I know you want to. Don’t we always fuck before the exchange event? Why so shy this year?”

Slowly, the white-haired man trailed his lips down your neck, leaving soft, gentle kisses.

“Because,” you mumbled. “I think it’s bad luck. My school’s competing against yours. Our students are gonna fight each other, and yet, their teachers have the nerve to fuck in secret? It’s disgraceful.”

A smile spread across Satoru’s gorgeous face, and he simply ignored your words.

After all, you said the same thing every year; you would go on and on about how much trouble you both could get into with the higher-ups for engaging in sexual activities with one another. 

You were both honorable teachers, both from different schools — you worked at the sister-school in Kyoto, whereas Satoru worked for the school in Tokyo. 

Not only that, but you were both in an unofficial competition with each other. Not only were you both hoping for your students to win each year, but you wanted to outdo each other as well. 

Strength meant nothing in the hands of someone irresponsible and lazy — that was your belief, at least. 

And Satoru believed that being too responsible and overworked was no way to live.

So, all year long, you’d keep track of how well your students were doing, how many curses you both exercised, and who attended the most meetings — and who showed up on time. 

But, eventually, competing against your natural-born rival started to become a bore. 

That was when the fucking started.

Whenever the exchange event rolled around annually, you and Satoru would find a secluded place on campus to be together before the event officially started. 

You only saw each other once a year, too. No more, no less.

Just one little hookup in a random storage closet — or bathroom, or empty classroom — and never again until next year.

And, like clockwork, pitiful whines and groans would fall from your lips as you’d ramble about how wrong it was, and yet, an hour later, you’d be the one riding his dick and begging for more.

“Hush, and let’s go already. We only get to do this once a year, so quit wasting time,” Satoru pressed a kiss against your jaw. “Are you being so whiny because my students won last year? Is that it? And you think it’s because you let me cum inside of-”

“Satoru!” Your eyes widened a bit as you interrupted his filthy words. “Someone’s gonna hear you, and then we’ll both-”

Suddenly, Satoru covered your mouth with his hand.

“Shut up,” he said playfully. 

Once again, Satoru’s lips returned to the sweet skin on your neck, and he started to softly suck, moaning as he did so. 

His tongue graced a sensitive spot right below your jaw. When he focused his attention right there, sucking in one spot instead of trailing his mouth up and down the length of your neck, you couldn’t help but moan. 

It was muffled thanks to his hand, of course, but even so, feeling your warm breath against his hand made him suck even harder until a hickey formed — one you’d complain about trying to hide later on. 

Satoru’s other hand started to play with the button on your pants. He didn’t care if you were both outside, standing underneath a tree, risking your careers and reputations.

First, he played with the top of your underwear, refusing to lower his hand to the spot where you really needed him. 

You groaned in frustration.

With a cocky smile, Satoru removed his hand from your mouth and said, “Something wrong?”

“We don’t have time for you to tease me like this. If you’re going to do something, get on with it already.” 

“Really? Now you wanna rush me?” He started to dip his fingers into your underwear. “I don’t think a needy brat like you has the right to order me around. I’ll listen to you when your curse kill count is as high as mine. Until then, I’m gonna do whatever I want with you whenever I want to.”

You wanted to snap at him, toss out some sort of witty remark, but as soon as Satoru spoke those aggravating words, his long fingers suddenly — or, rather, finally —  made their way to your awaiting clit.

He held your pussy lips open with his fingers, and slowly, he drew circles around your sensitive button. 

Moaning softly, you gripped his arm. He couldn’t help but smash his lips against yours. You were just too cute. 

He increased the speed at which he rubbed your clit. Your moans grew louder even though they were muffled by Satoru’s tongue swirling around yours.

The white-haired man pulled away with a soft moan falling from between his buttery lips.

“Tell me,” he paused. “Do you think you’ll be exiled from the jujutsu sorcerer society if they catch us?”

“Of course, I will,” you frowned. “And you will too.”

“Probably, but that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” Satoru gripped your hair and pressed his lips against your ear. “I can take care of you, sweetheart. I doubt the higher-ups will miss having a weak sorcerer like you around anyway.”

“Go to hell.”

Satoru laughed a bit. He softly licked your ear, and the little noise that erupted from your throat made his heart skip a beat.

He was well aware that he was falling in love with you; there was nothing he could do about it.

“I’m just messing around, calm down,” he said.

“You’re being rude,” your frown deepened, and Satoru kissed your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he dragged his fingers from your clit to your hole. “Let me make it up to you, okay?”

Slowly, he pushed two fingers in. The loud, unholy moan he elicited from you made you cover your mouth with your own hand and glance around in search of any prying eyes.

“Relax. No one’s around, I promise.” Satoru tried to sound calm and collected, but truth be told, your juices were soaking his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you.

Your uncontrollable moans made his dick harden against the fabric of his pants.

You were driving him crazy.

He pressed his clothed cock against your body, needing to feel something — anything — and he started to grind against your side.

It was funny. How desperate he was to fuck you. Touch your body in any sort of way.

And yet, he also wanted more.

Not in terms of you riding his cock or letting him lick at your clit — all of which he enjoyed, of course — but he also desired other things as well.

Some nights, after stroking his cock underneath his bedsheets as he thought about your annual hookup, he’d roll over onto his side, lay his head against his pillow, and daydream about what it would be like to go on a little date with you to a local coffee shop, and sip on lattes and cappuccinos while complaining about the stale pastries and getting to know each other.

Or, as he drifted off to sleep, he’d think about going to watch that brand new movie hitting the theaters that weekend with you. Two sodas. One bucket of popcorn to be shared. He’d let you hold it and cover it with as much salty butter as you wanted.  

He thought about all the other things too. Not your curse kill count or the rankings of your students, but what your favorite color might have been, or if you liked to shower at night or in the morning. If you enjoyed the rain. What career path you would have taken if curses didn’t exist. 

He wanted to know it all, but he couldn’t. 

Because those details were only shared between lovers, not rivals with benefits.

“Wait,” you suddenly said. 

Sliding your hand in between your bodies, you cupped Gojo’s dick through his pants, and slowly, you rubbed your fingers and palm over his bulge.

“Shit,” he groaned softly.

Satoru increased his fingering speed, curling those long fingers of his just right. 

You put your hand down his pants.

Feeling your soft fingertips against his actual dick made Satoru gasp in pleasure, and when you started to stroke him — god, was he ready to cum into his own pants.

“We’re having a little competition right now, huh? See who cums first?” Satoru said breathlessly.

“Not . . . fair,” you paused, as his fingering technique was starting to take away your ability to think properly enough to form coherent sentences. You could only think about cumming all over his fingers. “You had a head start.”

“Speaking of head,” Satoru paused — he could hardly catch his breath. “If I win and I make you cum first, how about you get on your knees for me and suck my cock?”

Naturally, if you won, he’d eat you out until his mouth and tongue would never forget the taste of you, but truth be told, you were both winning either way.

At this point, you could barely focus on what the man was saying. No words fell from between your lips, only soft moans.

The rhythm in which you stroked Satoru’s cock had started to grow sloppy, while your thighs had begun to shake.

“Damn it, I’m-” you were interrupted by Satoru kissing you once again.

He couldn’t explain it, but he loved having his tongue down your throat whenever you’d cum, giving himself the privilege of swallowing every single beautiful noise you made.

Satoru fingered you roughly and deliciously as you moaned into his mouth. As you came all over his hand, he sucked on your tongue before pulling away.

Pulling his fingers out of you, Satoru raised his soaked hand to his mouth and licked them off.

“That’s nasty,” you glanced away shyly. 

“You just don’t know how good you taste,” he started to pull down his pants. “I’m kinda sad that I won because your pussy is just fucking delicious. Now get on your knees.”

You lowered yourself onto the grass. As Satoru gripped your head and started to thrust in and out of your warm mouth, he tossed his head back, moaning.

He wanted to fuck your throat for hours and hours, cum into your mouth repeatedly until his body was incapable of producing anymore. Then, he would eat your pussy for as long as he could before fucking you in every position he could think of. 

That’s what he wanted. 

But he couldn’t.

You were both already running late. Everyone else must have been waiting in the spectating room for you both to arrive. 

With that knowledge, he bucked his hips wildly, chasing his own release as soon as possible.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” He moaned. “Swallow all of it for me . . . every last drop.”

His heavy load sprayed down your throat as if it belonged there, and the sound of Satoru’s lovely moans eased any difficulty you might have had with swallowing it all. To hear him make those noises, even if he was your rival, made you also wish that you could stay on your knees and suck his cock for hours.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and he pulled his dick out of your mouth and helped you onto your feet.

“I’m afraid that’s all the time we have this year,” you said, wiping off your lips with the back of your hand. “It’s been fun.”

You gave him a pleasant smile, signaling your goodbye, and turned away, getting ready to head to the spectating room and watch the exchange event.

Satoru would surely join you in a few minutes — arriving separately would ease any suspicions — and afterward, you’d both pretend that your relationship amounted to nothing except professional, friendly competition.

Satoru suddenly wrapped his hand around your wrist, halting your footsteps.

“Wait,” he said. His tone was rather serious.

You turned around, looking into his eyes, and staring back at you was a look of complete nervousness; it was an expression that you had never seen grace Satoru’s face.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned. “We’re going to be late.”

“I was just thinking . . .” His eyes flicked down to his feet, then back up at you. His cheeks were turning pink. 

At that moment, you realized that despite his outrageously big ego, handsome appearance, incredible power, and sinful dirty talk, Satoru Gojo was shy. 

“There’s no reason why we should only see each other once a year.”

“Hm?” You raised your eyebrows. “You wanna hook up more often than that? Won’t that raise the risk of getting caught?”

“Yes-well, no . . . I mean, I don’t really care what we do, I just wanna see you.” Satoru paused. “There’s no written rule that says two teachers from the sister schools can’t date or hook up. Maybe we’d get in trouble for doing it during the exchange event, but if we went to the cafe down the street together around noon this Saturday, I think it’ll be fine.”

“You want to go out with me?” You gave him a look of surprise, but then, the corners of your lips fell into a frown as you furrowed your brows. “This isn’t a prank, is it?”

“No, not a prank. I’m being serious.”

You slowly started to smile. At the sight of your pretty grin, Satoru smiled as well.

“I’d love to,” you said.

Satoru’s heart skipped a beat. His grin widened as he cleared his throat, attempting to keep his cool and failing miserably.

“Okay . . . okay, great. Well . . . you better start heading back. I’ll come in after you.”

With a nod, you walked off. 

Satoru fell back against the nearby tree, pressing his hand to his head as his heart pounded and fluttered. 

Nothing could wipe that grin off of his face, nor wash away that rose pink color decorating his cheeks.

彡 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 — 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆. 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄

“I love you, I love you, I love you . . . God, I love you.”

Affectionate blabbering continued to spill out from between Satoru Gojo’s lips as he enjoyed the uncontrollable pleasure that came with being ridden by you, his greatest enemy.

Satoru’s striking blue eyes rolled to the back of his head. His messy white hair stuck to the thin layer of sweat gracing his forehead, and with a sweet moan falling from between his glistening lips, he tossed his head back against the headboard.

“I love you, baby . . . Please don’t stop. Just keep riding me, okay? I’m so close . . .”

Those large hands of his moved away from your hips. He gripped your ass as a quiet whimper escaped from his dry throat.

“You love me, Satoru?” You smirked devilishly, continuing to ride his big cock with great expertise.

“Yes,” his hard dick twitched inside of you. “I love you so much, baby. Keep fucking me.”

“Is the world’s strongest sorcerer about to cum inside of me?” You ran your manicured fingers through his hair, gripping it just a bit — just enough to make him whimper yet again. “How pathetic.”

Satoru curled his toes, groaning.

Here he was, nearing a powerful orgasm, getting ready to shoot his load inside of the very person he was in a deadly fight with five hours ago.

“Your pussy feels too good,” Satoru’s pretty eyelids fluttered closed. “I can’t hold it much longer, baby . . . too much . . . Ah!”

With a sharp inhale, Satoru bucked his hips up, meeting your rhythmic thrusts with his own delirious pace as he started to cum.

His broken moans were loud. He gripped your skin hard enough to leave gentle bruises along your ass cheeks as he sunk you down on his cock, his heavy-lidded eyes watching his dick disappear inside of you inch by inch.

He pumped out every bit of cream within him, ropes and ropes of pearly white cum spewing inside of you.

His pale, flushed cheeks reddened.

“I’m sorry,” he moaned weakly, referring to the seemingly neverending spurts of cum stuffing your hole.

Leaning forward, you kissed his pouty lips.

“I told you there was more than one way to defeat you,” you whispered, feeling his warm breath unsteadily pat against your face. “I win.”

Suddenly, the exhausted man wrapped his arm around your waist, hooked his other hand underneath your knee, and swiftly flipped you onto your back.

Then, he pinned your wrists down against the mattress with his large hands as you squirmed underneath him.

Satoru leaned down and kissed you deeply, swirling his wet tongue around yours, not bothering to hold back any of his moans.

When he pulled away, a string of spit falling from your previously connected lips, he said, “Sorry, but you haven’t defeated me yet. All you did was get me warmed up.”

Satoru started to buck his hips, fucking your creamy hole as he spoke.

“I plan on fucking you all night long, sweetheart. It’s what you get for trying to kill me earlier, and for thinking you could defeat me by making me cum just once. So just lay there and take it for me, do you understand?”

After giving him an obedient nod, your enemy quickened his thrusting speed, and before you knew it, you were shouting his name like a prayer, digging your nails into his back, experiencing the first of the several orgasms he would put you through tonight.

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A Little Tied Up

Warnings: cursing, smut, mean!Damon, rough!Damon, punishment, bondage, unprotected sex, 18+

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Female Human Reader

Summary: In which Y/N decides to test Damon a little bit but, he doesn't let her get away with it so easily.

Prompts: "You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?" and "Less talking, more fucking."

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You whined and pulled against the ropes that were tying your wrists to the headboard. Damon just stood there and watched you with a smirk on his face. He loved to watch you squirm around tied up naked on his bed. You shot a dirty glare his way when you saw the way he was watching you.

"You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?" He asked with a smirk. 

"Damon Salvatore, I swear to god." You said with a growl but it only made him smirk more and chuckle darkly. 

"You'll do what?" He asked with a smirk. "You can't go anywhere, you're a little tied up." He said. You rolled your eyes hard. He glared at you and growled slightly when he did so. He walked over to you getting onto the bed then grabbed you by the throat. 

"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me princess." He said glaring down at you. 

"I'll do what I want." You said with a smirk. 

"Will you now? Because it seems like you're stuck here, trapped with no escape." He said with a smirk, loving the power he had over you. He sat up and stripped his clothes off until he was fully bare and then spread your legs wide for him. He positioned himself between your legs then looked up at you with a devilish grin. 

"Oh baby, you're going to be sorry that you ever messed with me." He said still smirking and then, with zero warning, he thrusted into you roughly. You cried out when he did so and your back arched immediately. 

He smirked even more seeing what just his cock alone did to your body. He began to thrust into you but, didn't bother to be gentle with you. He was being very, very rough with you. 

"Fuck! Feel so full!" You cried out.

"Less talking, more fucking." He said as he thrusted into you faster. At this point he was fucking you at an ungodly pace, you honestly could barely handle it at this point. Your hands grabbed the rope so tightly that your knuckles were turning white.

You felt that familiar knot growing in your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You could tell that Damon was close too since his thrusts were getting messy. You clenched around his hardened cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum.

"Aw, does the baby want to cum?" He asked. You nodded as you cried out. "Well, too fucking bad. Hold it." He said with a growl.

"I- please!" You cried out.

"I said hold it!" He snapped as he thrusted into you harder. You cried out, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as he used you for his own pleasure. After a few minutes, you could tell that he was not going to hold out for another second.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum baby. Cum with me, okay?" He asked as he moaned out. You nodded quickly. He thrusted into you a few more times and then he came undone. As he came, you came at the same time, coming hard on his cock. He hovered over you with his cock still inside of you, catching his breath.

"Can you untie me now?" You asked.

"Untie you? Oh baby, we are just getting started." He said with a smirk. 

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

they literally have this somewhere in the bible. like this is literally holy scripture there’s no refuting that THIS is the canon leon. thisssssss Is The Sacred Word

i’ve never sent in a blurb request before but for leon i’m thinking maybe clingy and obsessed? like he wants to be the readers good boy( we need all the smutty praise for him) but he’s possessive and doesn’t want her to even leave the house when he’s not there? discard if this isn’t what you’re looking for! 🫐

frothing at the mouth rn!!!!!!!!!!!!!

18+ minors dni!

so it’s like

it doesn’t start like that, not at all. it starts with a rather alpha male Leon, dominant in life and in bed and he assures himself that that’s why he feels so warm and fuzzy when you tell him that he makes you feel safe, that he protects you, that he’s good for you

and then one day, he doesn’t even know exactly when, it shifts. he needs more, more praise and more of you telling him how good he is and how proud you are and how much you love him

he doesn’t really say anything about it though, he’s content with your sex life already and he’s a brave, feared soldier who fucking survived raccoon city goddammit!!!! he should be taking care of you in bed, he shouldn’t be thinking of laying back and letting you use his tongue and his cock however you want, he shouldn’t be thinking of you pulling his hair to control his actions, he shouldn’t be thinking of you edging him over and over again, he shouldn’t be thinking about you praising him and telling him how well he’s done-he should be taking care of you instead!!!!!

that all goes flying out the window though, bcus you’ve obviously picked up on it, and one time he has his face pressed into your cunt, tongue darting everywhere and sucking sloppily at your entrance and you’ve cum before you know it but he’s still going, so fucking eager to taste you and you have to pull his hair to forcibly move him away and as he moves his face you moan at the aftershocks, just sigh happily at him such a good boy leon

and he can’t control the way his hips jerk down, how his cock drags against the bedsheets and makes him cum instantly, mind replaying what you said over and over. and it’s like he immediately falls into it, like a switch is flipped and he gets teary, tries to pepper kisses all over your chest and neck while he whispers to you, just saying that m’sorry m’sorry baby didn’t mean to-swear I didn’t mean to-didn’t tell me to cum ‘nd I did ‘nd now I made a mess and I didn’t even get-didn’t even get inside you m’so sorry I’ll-I’ll keep going I can keep going promise-I’ll cum again for you swear I will-wanna make you feel good ‘nd m’so sorry m’sorry-

but the things is, that protective alpha part of him is still in there somewhere, whispering to him and he’s never particularly liked when you go places without telling him, even before you were together bcus as far as he was concerned you were still his anyway, but then once you live together it’s just so much more. you gotta tell him where you’re heading so he can decide, see if it’s dangerous or not, and then it slowly turns into why not just stay home till he gets back? just make sure everything is okay at home until your protector gets back-after all, he’s your pretty little good boy, your sweet baby boy, he only wants what’s best for you doesn’t he?

this is soooo me and him…

High and horny

ooc younger leon x milf reader | usage of 'miss' and 'ma'am', kinda Leon's pov but still written in second person, weed again, P in V, loss of virginity (corruption?) 🔞 Implied mommy kink.

He's not sick or perverted, he swears! But he's almost 20 now and still hasn't stuck it in a girl yet. It's not his fault his hormones are outta whack and his testosterone is all backed up or some shit... Can't help eyeing down his own friend's mother. There's something about you... tits maybe your kindness, your maternal tenderness he's never found anywhere else. His mother is a distant woman, never had much of a knack for being loving, gave Leon a scewed sense of relationships. What is love supposed to look like? He didn't know until he met you.

Girls his age were so self-absorbed. He tried dating after being semi peer pressured towards the end of high-school - didn't go well. Got made fun of for being awkward and inexperienced...like ok..how is he supposed to get experience if nobody will date him?? You though. Oh you were the epitome of sweetness. Soft and warm and all the things he fantasised about having in a partner.

Sadly, he doubted you'd give him a second glance. To you he's just some some kid that hangs around with your son. So what if you ruffled his hair everytime you opened the door to him or had surprisingly deep conversations on nights your son had fallen asleep long before Leon had headed home. And it's probably totally normal that you invite him to stay longer, taking him out into tne backyard to smoke weed. You were just... a cool mom. You probably teach all your son's friends how to smoke...

He tries to make himself believe it, he really does. He doesn't want to lose a friend because he's being a horny loser. And god, he can't begin to imagine the humiliation if he's reading the situation wrong. What if you really only see him as a child? You're like.. twice his age. Which is definitely NOT hot at all and definitely doesn't make him spring a boner so fast he almost faints from the blood rush. And he most definitely doesn't jerk it to milf porn as soon as he gets home from his friends place.

It's all over for him now though. Somehow ended up in your fucking bedroom because his friend had to go over to his girlfriends place, ditching Leon. He was gonna leave. Honestly. He was! It was you who suggested he should try out the edibles you made. He doesn't really know how or why he ended up cuddling under your covers, his dick throbbing in his sweats cos of how close you are. Stupid hormones, stupid pot, stupid teenage naivety.

And ohhh when you 'accidentally' lean over to grab the tv remote, chest smushing against him and your face dangerously close to his dickprint...he can't cope. "Uh. Y'know actually...I should get going" he mutters, trying to flee. You grab his hand, intertwine your fingers. Intertwine.

"Don't go" you sound so lonley. You are. Been a single mom since...conception. It's tough and you've tried hard to be strong and stoic but shit...the weed and Leon...it's all coming out. "I like your company" maybe cos he's polite and not the average dickhead friend your son brings around. Between work and regular mom-duties you don't get to have friends let alone romantic endeavours. It's wrong, oh so wrong, to be putting all your loneliness onto this young man but you can't carry it alone any longer.

Leon can't turn you down. Not when you're looking at him like he's an angel sent from heaven to bring you salvation. You need him. He's never ever been needed before and he likes it. He likes it so much he kissed you. It's rushed and your teeth connect almost painfully but you don't pull away. You don't pull away.

And now he's groping you, so horny he hasn't got it in him to be nervous or ashamed. You tug his hair, making sure he stays deep in the kiss, which makes his cock pulse. When you do let him free he smiles like a lunatic, hands pawing at your tits "please ma'am" he whines, not even knowing what he's asking for.

Somehow you seem to know better than he does and you take off your shirt. Bra too. He groans and inches his face towards the plush mounds of flesh like a dog excitedly waiting by their food bowl for their owner to give the go ahead. You grab his neck and practically shove him into your boobs, he giggles in pure joy. This is every nineteen year olds wet dream. A face full of titties and a hot woman to boot. He basically motorboats you, though he doesn't quite intend to. He's just so frantic with kissing and licking and sucking that he can't settle on one for too long. "Lee" you laugh.

With a soft grip on his shoulders you guide him on top of you. He's so nervous but also sooo happy. You talk him through it, teaching and guiding him. Just like a mother would. That makes him weirdly turned on - more than he already was and he's starting to think he's actually twisted because who gets turned on my that...?

"Are you sure this is okay, miss?" He gives you the biggest puppy eyes, so desperate to please.

"M'sure baby" baby? Oh he's not gonna last.

Your gentle hands remove his aching dick from his clothes while he shakily tugs off his shirt. "Ah-" he gasps at the feeling of your fingertips squeezing his shaft. "F- fuck. Ma'am ple-please it's sensitive"

"S'alright darling, I'm just gonna help you put it in ok? That okay, sweetie?"

He nods, too caught up in the thought yes! Im finally gonna feel pussy! No more being a sad virgin for me to give a fuck that you're eyeing his lean body like a hawk.

Rubbing his tip over your hot, wet cunt makes him tear up. S'too much already. "Oh fffuuck" he groans, gripping the headboard for support, how embarrassing would it be if he suddenly dropped all his weight onto you? Can't have that. He doesn't even mean for it to be as sexy as it is - the sight of him above you, panting like a dog, eyes screwed shut in pleasure he's not even sure he's allowed to feel.

"You wanna fuck me, baby?" You coo, coaxing him to open his pretty blues again.

He does. Letting you do the hard part - finding the hole. "Ohmyfuckinggod" Leon hisses, the tight suction of your walls puling futher tears from his ducts. "Miss, I- shit ah"

"You're ok. It's okay honey" you murmur, locking your legs around his slim little waist. "Go at your own pace, I'm here for you baby"

Feels so good to have somebody to look after again. You've been isolated so long, even your own son barley speaks to you. He'd probably never speak to you again if he knew you were fucking his best friend.

Leon is babbling to himself, incoherent, face hidden in between your tits. He whines loudly each time he wills himself to thrust in or out. It's slow. More like love making than fucking -not that'd he'd know the difference.

"M'gonna- I'm- hhngh can I cum, please miss?" He cries. Those tears breaking past the dam and splattering onto your pretty chest.

"Mhm, I've got you sweet boy. Let it all out" you whisper, rubbing his back in circles. "Mommy's got you" it slips out.

Leon makes a mix between a growl and a whimper as he orgasms. His sticky cum painting your insides. Makes you glad you got that hysterectomy years ago.

He's crying, doesn't even know why but he is. You soothe him, peppering him with kisses until he calms down. "I'm sorry" he repeats over and over. He's mortified. Crying from sex? So terribly unsexy. Yet you look at him with nothing but admiration. Makes him all flustered and shy and maybe that's the reason he cried. He's never been cared about so deeply he feels unworthy of it.

You murmur kind, loving phrases into his ear as you cuddle. Post nut clarity sets in and Leon can't help but be so fucking ashamed. 'Mommy's got you'?? That's what made him cum? He's such a sicko. Definitely gonna burn for eternity but at the same time... being a sinner never felt so fulfilling.

Iwaizumi x f!reader; cheater!Oikawa x f!reader

Word count: 6,4k

Category: Angst, Smut

Warnings: Cheating, cursing, sex, some choking, slapping and mentions of violence (reader basically asks to be hurt), daddy kink (not ddlg), scummy Oikawa being an asshole, kind of toxic Iwaizumi, uh, that’s about it? Dm me if I missed anything.

Summary: Having your heart broken by Oikawa Tooru is unexpectedly hard, but it’s even harder to let yourself fall for someone new.

Songs that inspired this: “Sparks” by Coldplay, “Song for a guilty sadist” by Crywank and “Skinny love” by Bon Iver 

Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this and always being the first to read my stories! <3

Oikawa Tooru is like the sun. His smile is as bright as a summer day, his gaze as cold as ice, but he‘s still your sun. Or he used to be. Clouds of doubt that came in the form of suspicious text messages and excuses clouded his brightness and warmth that never really cleared away. 

He‘s busy busy busy. You‘re always wasting his time, you‘re always annoying him with your silly messages, asking- no, begging for his time; which you know you won‘t get. Your eyes and heart are completely filled with Tooru, your sun.

Even his friends notice the odd behaviour of their former captain yet they mask their concerns for your wellbeing with jokes and laughs once you stop showing up to their weekly dinners. 

The storm started when you overheard the conversation you weren‘t supposed to hear. It‘s a rare occasion to be home at the same time as Tooru, even in your shared apartment, your boyfriend so kindly paid for (You offered to pay rent, but even if he would‘ve accepted your offer, a broke college student would never be able to afford it). His voice sounded slightly annoyed, the notes barely there, but from the time you spent together you could clearly tell he was having an argument. 

“I’m not fooling around. I don’t know what to do,” 

You couldn’t tell what the argument was about, but you pressed yourself against the living room wall that divided the two rooms. Eavesdropping wasn’t good, but you were worried for Tooru. He was never home, never shared his worries and now he was getting into arguments. Your anxiety was rising. What if something was going on? 

“I’m not leading her on, you don’t know what you’re talking about! The only girl you’ve ever dated left you before college started. Adult relationships are so much harder,” 

There was only silence for a moment that seemed to stretch out into infinity. 

“I’m thinking about ending things. I think… I’m almost sure I’m falling out of love with her,”

Everything went silent until then the ringing in your ears took everything away. Your head was spinning, eyes unable to focus on anything, lungs suddenly filled with water and throat with sand. Empty. Empty, so painfully empty but full at the same time. You were the ‘her’ of the conversation. You were the girl Tooru was falling out of love with. 

You didn’t feel yourself falling onto your knees. You didn’t hear the loud thud, you didn’t even notice how cold the floor was until your silent bubble was popped by Tooru’s voice. 

“Shit, Y/N!”

His arm on your shoulder felt so heavy. Too heavy, the water filling your lungs seemed to spill out of your eyes, tears running down your face. Oikawa kneeled before you, pulling you into him, letting you bury your face into his sweatshirt that used to smell like your perfume but now smelled of something unfamiliar and unwelcoming, his hand in your hair stung colder than ice. 

He lets you cry, lets you grip him so hard, as if you think that letting go would be deadly and lets you whisper quiet “You don’t love me’s” until your throat becomes sore. 

“You heard everything,” it wasn’t a question, rather a statement. His hand reached your back, rubbing in gentle circles but it was anything but calming. You felt as if you couldn’t let go because as soon as you did, Tooru would disappear. Your sun would never shine anymore. 

“Don’t leave me, Tooru. Don’t leave me, please.”

His eyes watch your form, so defeated in his arms. 

“I won’t.”

You’ve been together for such a long time, you’ve been there through the highs and lows, always cheering him on, always there to greet him with a smile after a long, stressful day, always so willing to do anything to make him feel better even if your late night love-making ended in being unable to walk the next day and having to conceal the finger-shaped bruises left on your frail neck. Maybe it’s the stress of trying to balance college and volleyball. Maybe it’s the way seeing your face and feeling your gentle touch doesn’t put a smile on his face anymore. 

You at least deserve another chance. Another chance before he’s sure he fell out of love, even if he knows he has. 

“Y/N, I won’t leave you, I won’t,” he repeats like a mantra, like he wants his words to fill you full, like he wants you to believe it; even if he himself won’t. 

You don’t remember being carried to the bed, you don’t remember Tooru covering you in a soft, fluffy blanket but he’s still there when you wake up, with your back pressed against his chest, his long arms draped over you and his head resting against your shoulder. 

It's idle, it’s painfully normal that you can almost pretend nothing bad ever happened, that he still loves you the same way he did before. You can almost feel the brightness and warmth of the sun after being lost in the dark for so long.

The next few weeks go by fast and Oikawa keeps his promise. You never feel lonely, constant fancy dates that feel foreign after such a long time and the awkward smiles of his friends when he starts bringing you with him again. 

It almost feels too good to be true. And it is, as you learn when you return from your shitty part-time job earlier than usual. 

Don’t fly too close to the sun or you will burn. And you were burnt. Like Icarus, the wax of your wings melted and your false feelings of security you held onto are shattered into tiny pieces, never to be collected by anyone. 

He’s in the arms of another woman, another pair of lips is kissing away at his skin, tainting him, the sight making you dizzy when you can’t take your eyes off of their tangled bodies.

The woman notices you first, yelping and pulling the covers to save any dignity she has left. Oikawa can’t look up. He’s physically sick, any minute and he’ll throw up. Is he mad because you showed up early or is he disgusted by himself? The feelings mix into a dangerous combination and he’s unable to say anything. 

Only when you open your mouth do the apologies begin pouring out of his mouth, the girl beside him long forgotten as he climbs out of bed, pulls his sweatpants on and chases you into your shared bedroom. 

He catches your wrist and tries to tug you closer when you reach for anything you can. Your charger, a few clothing items and your favorite perfume he gifted you, tossed carelessly into a bag and all that’s left is the sorrow in your eyes.

He wants- no, he needs you to be mad, but as tears flow down his face he can’t help but shout at you, grab you by your shoulders and violently shake you until you plead to him to let you go, until there’s fear mixing in with the tears in your eyes. 

After he releases his iron grip, you storm off. All there’s left is the bruises starting to bloom on your skin and the voice of another woman. 

Oikawa throws up soon after that. 

***

Your phone is overwhelmed with notifications from missed calls and messages, but you run until your legs are sore and your lungs are burning. The bag in your hand is the only thing still grounding you to this world while your tears mix with the pouring rain as you fall on the cold, slimy sidewalk once again; your tights ripped and dirty. 

You reach for the door already shaking and even more pathetic-looking than before. The doorbell rings a silly melody and you consider walking away before you make a fool out of yourself, but you don’t have the time to re-think that decision when the door swings open, a slightly annoyed looking Iwaizumi standing before you.

His scowl drops as soon as he sees it’s you and his features form a worried expression when he takes in the state that you’re in. 

“Y/N, what- What the fuck happened?” he doesn’t wait for your answer, already ushering you inside as the warmth of his home seeps into your tired, frozen body. 

“I-“ 

He guides you to the living room immediately before turning up the heat and sitting you down on a couch, before sitting beside you.

You don’t dare look at him. 

“Y/N, tell me what happened.” 

He’s worried and you shrink into yourself, the feeling of guilt unbearable. You’re not worth the worry.

“Oikawa he…I found him having sex with another woman.” 

The words come out fast, like ripping off a band-aid. Iwaizumi frowns, his lips part in disbelief. Oikawa told him he was falling out of love with you, but… cheating on you in your own home was a whole ‘nother thing. 

Iwaizumi didn’t know if his face showed any obvious disgust or anger, but your hands started shaking. 

“Should I go?” your eyes find his, fluttering shut to hide the glossiness, “Iwaizumi, tell me if you need me to go. I know that Oikawa is your friend and that I’m just some girl he dated but I didn’t know where else to go, I didn’t know who else to call,” 

He can feel your uncertainty and stress so he does the first thing that comes to his mind; gently grabs your hands, flinching when he finds them ice-cold. 

“First of all, you’re not just some girl, I have known you since our third year of high school. I’m your friend as much as I’m Oikawa’s. And I won’t let you go anywhere, not in the state you’re in.” 

You stare at him in disbelief, hands still shaking. 

“Yeah, Iwa, we’re besties for life,“ your voice breaks as you try to make a joke. 

You can’t help but burst into tears again. Pathetic, fucking pathetic and annoying. Your thoughts run wild, trying to find a reason why Tooru did this to you.

Iwaizumi pulls you into a tight hug while you’re left with your arms awkwardly hanging limp by your sides, your tears and snot soiling his shirt. 

“Listen, you’re cold and your clothes are wet. How about you go take a shower while I make you something to eat? Then we can talk more about it, if you want to. But you will catch a cold staying in those wet clothes.”

The kindness is unexpected. You knew that the dark-haired man never lacked compassion, but he was so painfully kind. Too kind.

“Iwaizumi- It’s too much. I-“ 

He doesn’t let you finish, already letting you go to bring you a set of fluffy, fresh towels. 

“It’s what any friend would do. Please listen to me, I don’t want you to get sick. Please.”

There’s too much “please’s” in that sentence, but you do as he asks and let him guide you into the bathroom, pretending to listen when he tells you something about using any shampoo and shower gel you want.

And then he leaves you alone. Painfully alone again.

You undress, the wet clothes falling to the floor. Your biceps have handprints imprinted on them and you can’t stand to look at yourself anymore as you climb into the huge bathtub. 

The water is boiling and it feels like your skin is going to peel off as you trace patterns on your tired body, trying to burn Tooru’s touch away; but no water could ever be hotter than the sun. 

You don’t know how you find the strength to wash your hair, but the musky, citrusy smell of Iwaizumi’s shampoo untangles the knots in your hair, keeping your head empty. Or, as empty as it can be.

You don’t know how much time goes by but you’re sitting down with your back against the shower wall when a knock comes. 

“Y/N? I don’t want to bother you and you can take your time, but I went through your bag- I- I uh wanted to find you some clothes, didn’t mean to snoop around. But- Uh, but you don’t have any warmer clothes packed so I brought you some of mine. I’ll leave them by the door.” 

There’s no footsteps and you realize he’s waiting for an answer. Is he worried? Afraid you’ll drown yourself in his shower? A soft laugh slips past your lips. 

“Okay.” your voice sounds like it doesn’t belong to you; too distant and unrecognizable. 

The footsteps fade away and you decide to not feed into Iwa’s fears as you step out of the shower, drying yourself off. 

Wrapped in a towel, you open the door and grab the pile of clothes Iwa has left. There’s a pair of panties and a bra from your bag, then a pair of sweatpants and a huge hoodie you don’t recognize so they must be Iwaizumi’s.

Getting dressed feels like a chore. Your arms are heavy and your legs feel like they’re made out of wood. Iwaizumi’s clothes smell just like him, musky and citrusy, erasing the smell of sex that haunted you since you stormed out of your home.

The clothes fit you weirdly but you can’t complain, because they’re warm and comforting.

An aroma coming from the kitchen almost makes you dizzy again and you realize that you haven’t eaten today. 

“Sit down,” suggests Iwaizumi, as soon as you step into the kitchen, “I made ramen. It’s not anything fancy, but I didn’t do any grocery shopping recently. We, uh, I could order you take-out if you’d like that more?”

You hop onto one of the comfortable chairs and muster a smile. 

“Iwa, it’s fine, ramen is fine.”

That seems to calm his concerns, even if for a little bit. You eat in silence. He seems to observe you, blushing as soon as you catch his glance, but you don’t have the energy to ask him anything. 

You want to help him wash the dishes, the guilt of him being so kind and you not being able to do anything in return, but he just asks you to sit down, assuring that he’s got this.

He stands before you after putting the dishes away and once again grabs your hands. You don’t know if it’s to comfort you or because he doesn’t know what to do, but his hands are cold and unfamiliar; though his touch isn’t unpleasant or unwelcome. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You manage to shake your head, letting it fall into his chest. The position is awkward, but one of his hands almost automatically begins massaging your back in slow motions. 

“Ok, we will not then. Makki- uh, Makki said that you liked watching ‘Howl’s moving castle’?”

You lift your eyes, raising an eyebrow at the brunette’s statement. 

“Makki remembers stuff like that?”

Iwa lets out a dry laugh, as if trying to lighten the atmosphere. 

“He said you made him watch it with you twice.”

A ghost of a smile graces your lips. 

“No one else would, so Makki was my only option. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy it. I even heard him talking to Mattsun about it.”

It seems like your mind wanders off for a second. ‘Good’, Iwa thinks. 

“Do you want to watch it right now? I can bring you a blanket and like, snacks or something? Or you can go to sleep if you’re tired, I already made the bed.”

You’re lost in your thoughts for a moment and then your gaze meets the former vice-captain’s olive eyes again. 

“Can we um, can we actually watch ‘Jurassic park’ instead?” you ask, uncertain. 

“Yeah, of course we can,”

A good hour passes and you’re halfway into the movie, hidden almost completely under the warm blanket, when Iwaizumi turns his face away from the TV to focus it on you. His slightly chapped lips part, as if he couldn’t voice his thoughts. 

“Everything okay?” you ask, turning your attention away from the blood-thirsty dinosaurs chasing a group of people. 

“Why did you pick this movie?”

You feel heat flood your cheeks, palming the material of the blanket.

“It’s one of Tooru’s favorites. He likes watching dumb dinosaurs and even dumber people.”

Your answer is quiet, but Iwaizumi knew the answer even before the words left your mouth, he only needed you to confirm it. How does watching a movie that the ‘person who cheated on you’ liked could bring you comfort?

“I know it’s stupid and God, um, I probably look pathetic right now and all but,” you pause to take a deep breath, tears threatening to spill all over again, “If I watch it closely enough, I can almost convince myself that everything’s like before. That we’re watching a movie with you and Tooru and he just left to get a drink.”

Soft cries that you fail to silence leave your lips as Iwaizumi pulls you closer, not resisting enough to look at you so hurt and defeated. It’s probably weird to hug you as much as he did today, but you don’t seem to mind, burying your head into his shoulder and crying away. He’s not good with words;  the complete opposite of Oikawa, who makes small talk and comforting words look effortless. Physical comfort is his only way Iwauzumi can show that he truly cares. 

It’s a good half an hour before you’re asleep in his arms, the movie long-forgotten. Iwaizumi’s eyes take in your form. You poor thing, Iwa didn’t really know how to help you or take your pain away besides taking care of you the best he could. 

He reaches for his phone on the edge of the sofa, wanting to check the time and probably carry you to the bed but he finds tons of notifications still ongoing. They’re all either from Oikawa or the groupchat of the former third years. 

He doesn’t bother responding to Oikawa, opting to read the groupchat. He can’t care enough to read all the messages they’ve exchanged while he was gone so he scrolls a good bit. 

Shittykawa: fuck, you really don’t know where she is?

Makki: for the 10th time, we tried calling her friends. 

Makki: none of them know, how do you expect us to know?

Shittykawa: just fuck

Shittykawa: shit, this is so bad. What if something bad happened to her?

Mattsun: Yeah? Something like her boyfriend cheating on her?

Mattsun: Oh wait :D

Makki: mattsun, now’s not the time

Makki: oikawa you fucked up and I want to personally beat you up, but blowing up the groupchat won’t help you find Y/N

Makki: take a breather, calm down. I’m sure she just went to some friend we don’t know or something

Shittykawa: I’ll try calling her

Iwaizumi scowls, fingers typing out a fast response.

Iwa-chan!!: don’t

Matssun: Iwa? Wtf 

Iwa-chan!!: she’s at my place

Iwa-chan!!: she’s safe and asleep, just finished crying her eyes out

Shittykawa: what the actual fuck

Shittykawa: I’ve been calling fucking everyone and NOW you decide to tell me she’s at yours?

Makki: why is she at yours tho? 

Mattsun: Yeah, would’ve guessed she went to Mina’s or smth

Iwa-chan!!: well im her friend too so

Makki: yeah, it’s just weird

Mattsun: She also could’ve went to ours lol

Makki: good thing she’s at Iwa’s

Makki: I couldn’t handle another marathon of fucking studio Ghibli movies

Mattsun: Where’s Oikawa tho? 

Shittykawa: omw to Iwa’s

Iwa-chan!!: wtf no

Shittykawa: I’m taking her home

Mattsun: Yeah, probably not the best idea

Iwa-chan!!: she just fucking cried because of you, you think she wants to see you

Makki: you should give Y/N space, Oikawa

Makki: I doubt she wants to see you rn

Shittykawa: don’t care

Shittykawa: open the door Iwa

Iwa grunted, gently moving you away from his shoulder and slightly increasing the sound of the movie, not wanting to wake you up when the inevitable screaming match between him and Oikawa breaks out. 

Makki: wanna bet ¥1000 that Iwa at least slaps Oikawa?

Mattsun: Nah, I bet ¥2000 that they get into a screaming match and wake Y/N up 

Iwa puts his phone down, not bothering to read any more incoming messages and moving to open his door. He doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to look his best friend of so many years into eyes. Doesn’t dare wonder what will happen when you wake up and see Oikawa here.

Despite so many reasons to not open his door, his arm automatically reaches for the handle and swings it open. 

Oikawa stands there, looking like a ghost in the pale moonlight. His features seem blurry in the light, warm brown eyes now cold as ice. He pushes past Iwa, uninvited and slams the door shut, eyes searching for any sign of you, as if you’re just going to appear out of nowhere. One of Iwa’s hands clutches Oikawa’s shirt sleeve and holds it tight.

“She’s sleeping, don’t you dare go and fucking wake her up after the day she’s had,” grunts Iwa, dragging his best friend to the kitchen. Despite being there so many times before, today Oikawa seems out of place. 

“I’m taking her home,” states Oikawa, once again. 

“No, you’re not,” retorts the dark-haired man, “Sit the fuck down and let’s talk.”

Oikawa begrudgingly pulls out a chair and sits down. They’re looking at each other for a moment, not daring to break the silence. It almost feels like everything is okay, for a moment, like nothing happened, like it’s another quiet evening spent talking at Iwa’s house. If Oikawa concentrates hard enough he can almost imagine hearing your’s and Makki’s banter over the movie choice for tonight and Mattsun chuckling. Almost. 

“What the hell were you thinking? I thought everything was going okay,” Iwa tries to ask calmly, but the way he talks through his gritted teeth alarms Oikawa that they’re not about to have a quiet, calm conversation. 

“I wasn’t thinking. Y/N wasn’t meant to walk in.”

“So you planned to cheat on her and just go on with your life, God I-“ Iwa stops to take a deep breath. He knows he needs to keep himself level-headed but it’s so fucking hard, “When you told me that you’re falling out of love I was hoping everything would turn out okay. Even if not, I thought you’ll just break up with her, not… Not that,”

Oikawa looks lost. His eyes trace the coffee mugs on the table, then reach the colorful rag near the sink and then travel back to Iwaizumi. Hajime knows that his friend is looking just above his eyes, avoiding the judgemental gaze. 

“What am I supposed to do now?” the former captain’s voice is merely a whisper, the confidence it always carries gone. 

Iwa sees the way Oikawa is suffering, yet he cannot find it in himself to feel sorry for the former captain. The complete and utter selfishness of his actions; disgusting. 

“Get out and sleep it off. Let her rest, that’s the best you can do.” 

“I want to see her, to apologise, to-“

“Would you want to hear apologies from your partner, who you just caught cheating on you?” Oikawa’s face drops even more, if possible. A frown takes its place on his guilt-ridden features, a bunch of different thoughts making it hard to focus.

“I fucked up- I,” Oikawa’s searching for words, but can’t seem to find any, “There’s no coming back from this, is there?”

Iwa looks up. Seeing Oikawa in so much pain almost makes him physically ill. He feels conflicted. He wants to comfort his best friend, tell him that everything will be okay, that this situation has a solution, but Iwaizumi has never been a good liar. The former vice-captain manages to nod and they sit in silence until there’s footsteps. 

Oikawa scrambles to stand up, already at the kitchen entrance before Hajime manages to catch him. It’s like their conversation flies out of Oikawa’s head — he’s trapping you in a tight hug, whispering promises and apologies, while you just helplessly stare at Iwa.

“Let me go, Oikawa,” you mutter, voice completely powerless and void of any emotion. The usage of his surname sends a shiver down Tooru’s spine. Small details begin to fall into place – your red, puffy eyes, the way you hold yourself like you just want to hide and the fact that you’re wearing his best friend’s clothes. You smell like Iwaizumi and that finally snaps Oikawa out of his trance. He lets you go, “If you have any respect left for me and my feelings, please leave”. 

You say the sentence with such exhaustion that it seems like it’s physically hard for you to speak. 

“I’m gonna leave, alright?” He leans a bit, so that you can look straight into his eyes. It seems like he has been crying too. You catch Iwaizumi’s gaze in your peripheral vision, “But please know that I’ll be waiting for you to come back, okay? 

Your eyes wander away and he abruptly grabs your shoulders. You notice Iwa tensing up. 

“I know you’re too smart to listen to my apologies, but please consider it, okay? I know you love me, Y/N, so think about it. I’ll come pick you up anytime, alright?” 

You manage a nod and just like that – Oikawa is gone, a quick goodbye to Iwaizumi and he’s out the door.  It hurts, hurts so fucking much. A moment of enlightenment then complete darkness again.

“Y/N…” Iwa is careful when he hugs you, like he’s afraid to hurt you. You step away so that you can look into his eyes. Dark green mixed with olive and brown tones seems to magically reel you in. You just want the pain to go away, even if for a moment. You’re so incredibly close to him and you can’t resist – your lips connect and you close your eyes. Iwaizumi doesn’t seem shocked, and even if he is, he instantly kisses you back. 

His lips are slightly chapped and his hands explore your body carefully – every move and touch thought through. 

He pulls away for a moment and your arms instantly reach to pull him closer, to go back to the state with no thoughts and problems – just pure passion, kisses filled with sadness and longing. 

“Do you really want this?” he murmurs, almost into your lips, “Do you really want me or am I just a temporary replacement you can imagine Oikawa’s face on?”

He can read people so well, even if it doesn’t seem so. There’s nothing else besides physical affection and a long-lasting friendship. You trust him, you trust him to take the pain away, to make you forget your sun. 

“I want you to take the pain away,” you answer him and your lips meet once again, “Please, Ha-ji-me,” you say his name in between kisses and Iwaizumi curses himself. 

He’s an awful person and an even worse friend – leading, no, dragging you into his icy cold bed, when he should be comforting you, kissing away at your neck and quickly undressing you instead of calling Oikawa to come up with a way to fix this mess. He can’t help it, he can’t help himself from marking your pretty tits up when he’s wanted you since third year in high school, since you were utterly and completely Oikawa’s. 

Having something so forbidden is exciting and Iwa knows that he can still back out, can still stay a good friend to Tooru, but why not just give him a taste of his own medicine? God, his moral compass is all fucked up. 

His fingers softly massage your clit until they dip lower, slowly and softly fingering you while his thumb plays with your clit. He swallows up your sweet moans and mewls within his mouth, kissing you roughly and full of passion.

“Good girl,” he mutters, leaving yet another mark on your neck, the possessive side of him enjoying the already visible bruises that litter your upper body. 

You whine when he thrusts particularly hard, hitting the spot that almost makes you instantly cream around his fingers.

“D-don’t be gentle, okay? I’m not gonna break,” you manage to say in between moans, “I want you to cause me physical pain, yeah? O-oh- so t-that I can forget why It’s hurting so much,”

Iwa’s brain seems empty. On one hand, he should be comforting you, not hurting you, but on the other hand, how can he say no when you look up at him, utter and complete sadness clouding your teary eyes, short pants slipping past your plush lips. 

“You want me to make it hurt?” he chuckles, one huge hand enclosing around your neck with the other still inside you, grinning when you lean into his cold hand’s touch, desperate to be ruined, “Okay, I’ll do that.”

Iwa’s not a sadist in bed, most of the time, but you asked him to make you forget. And to be honest, he really wants you to forget. How euphoric would it be if that fucked-out look would be reserved for him only? 

“A-ah, can I come, please?” you ask, hardly able to talk, pupils dilating, hands trembling and reaching to grab his snow-white sheets, looking for something to hold onto. 

“Good girl, such a good girl asking for permission,” he mumbles and your eyes light up, but then the hand on your neck squeezes harder and you’re left with your mouth agape, watching Iwaizumi’s delighted face as he fingers you into completion, “You have to ask nicely if you want to cum. What did you used to call Oikawa?

His fingers slow to an agonizing pace and you let out a groan in frustration. Iwa wonders if he’s crossed a line with his questions, but all his worries are calmed down, when your eyes sparkle with fresh tears and you manage to sob out a frantic “Please, daddy, please, can I cum?” as if you’re afraid the brunette will take away your pleasure. 

“Cum” he orders, high on the power you basically handed to him without any resistance. And then he watches you come undone on his fingers, your face filled with ecstasy as you keen and cream around his fingers.

Iwaizumi gives you a moment to get yourself together and breathe as he moves his hand away, but after that he’s expectantly shoving his fingers with your juices towards your face and beams when you suck his fingers clean; even without him asking. 

He strokes your cheek and pulls out his pulsing cock out of his boxers. He’s so impossibly hard and he just can’t wait to be in you, feeling the heat of your tight walls on his dick. 

You look down and your eyes become as wide as saucers – he’s no longer than Oikawa, but definitely thicker, oh you just know you’ll have trouble walking the next day. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, baby,” he chuckled, “Let daddy take care of you.”

There’s thoughts rattling through your head for a moment, but then you give in and nod – still not able to completely think after a mind-numbing orgasm. 

Iwaizumi lines himself up with your creaming hole and then pushes in. You mewl and keen, but he keeps going, swallowing all the noises with comforting kisses, knowing that If you’d really wanted him to stop, you would’ve told him so. Inch after inch and he’s finally bottomed out – your pelvises rubbing together. 

“I’m gonna move now, yeah? Pretty girl,” he can’t help but praise you – so pretty, all submissive and blissed-out just for him.

Iwaizumi’s thrusts are hard and fast – it seems like he wants to engrave the shape of his cock into your tight walls and his name into your fuzzy, pleasure-filled brain.

“Daddy-“ you whine, “So good, feels mmhm- feels so goo-good!” you scream, biting at his neck, making the brunette suck in a harsh breath. 

“Yeah? You’re gonna be my good girl after this, huh?”

You can’t focus your thoughts to answer – the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, the way his muscles are flexing when he grabs your hips, the way he smells, the-

Iwaizumi slaps you. Not hard, but hard enough to get your attention and for pain to begin blooming in your cheek. 

“Daddy asked you a question. I expect you to answer, honey.” His green eyes are darkened with lust, pet name condescending. 

“Y-yeah, gonna be your good girl, daddy,” you pant, breath coming out in short puffs.

From your expression and the way you’re clenching down on him, he can feel that you’re close.

“You on birth control?” Iwa asks, not completely lost in pleasure, still able to think, but fuck is the thought of coming in you hot.

“Y-yeah,” you cry out, “Cum inside me, yo-you can cum inside me,”

That’s all it takes. His vision flashes, strong arms trembling and squeezing your hips even harder and then he paints your walls white. You come soon after – a little stimulation to the clit and you’re coming on his softening dick. 

You stay there for a few moments, both breathing and collecting yourselves. Iwa falls to your side, pulling you close to him, tucking your head under his chin, your hot breath tickling his neck.

“Thanks,” you manage to say, before blacking out. It seems like today’s events really tired you out. Hajime doesn’t mind. He could get used to this. Used to you in his bed, used to you being completely his. He couldn’t get used to the guilt though. He stays up, lost in thought, until first rays of liquid gold begin leaking through the curtains.

***

Iwaizumi picks up your things from your’s and Oikawa’s place. You’re miserable yet again – asking Iwaizumi to do it for you through hiccupping sobs. 

His best friend of many years has your bags ready, your shared apartment weirdly empty, cold and unwelcoming without your things. 

“So she’s really not coming back,” Oikawa mutters. He looks even more miserable than you; it’s fucking depressing and the guilt comes back stronger than ever. Fuck.

“Well you can’t blame Y/N. You cheated,” Iwa retorts, tone colder and harsher than he intended. 

“Yeah, that,” Tooru laughs, a noise so empty and pathetic that his best friend cringes, “Does she have a place to stay?” 

“She’s staying at mine’s” 

“You’re fucking, aren’t you?” Oikawa chuckled and Iwaizumi froze, “Figured. I have no reason to be mad at you, Iwa, but I fucking am. Still feels like… She’s mine, you know? And I really wanna fucking beat you up for touching what’s mine, but I’m not going to do that,”

Iwa nods. His best friend was always too good at reading people. Too good for his own good. 

“I’m going to Argentina soon. Got a good deal to play at in professional team while still being able to finish my studies,”

“That’s… That’s amazing Tooru,” Iwaizumi is excited for him – there were no doubts that he was going to make his dreams come true, but it’s like a weight has lifted off of Iwa’s shoulders; Oikawa is going to be miles away from you and you’re not going to fall back into the setter’s awaiting arms. 

“I know you’ll feel like she’s completely yours when I’m gone, but I’m not doing this for you. I want to change, to be a better person. A new country might help. But I won’t be gone from her life, yeah? I’m still her friend, even if it's a really shitty one. Time heals people, who knows what the future will bring.” Oikawa smiles and Iwaizumi’s heart beats in his chest. 

“If you want to get back with her someday-  I won’t- I won’t let you. Okay? Yeah, you have everything and she’s mine. You had your chance, Tooru,” Iwa is about to walk out, your bags in his hands, but there’s something stopping him. Right, “Text me when you’re there, tell me how you’re doing. Still want to know that you’re safe.”

“Will do,” Oikawa responds and the door to his apartment closes. It’s over.  

*** 

Iwaizumi blocks Oikawa’s number from calling you. The less you know the better. He’s away now and he doesn’t have time to call you. Everything is over and you’re happy with Iwaizumi. 

But when you press his hand against your neck harder and harder, the look in your eyes looks something close to a prayer, begging. He doesn‘t know if he should cry for himself or for you, because you‘re asking him to hurt you over and over again, harder and harder, for the physical pain to replace the everlasting ache in your heart; if even for a moment. You are completely and utterly Oikawa Tooru‘s and no matter how many  “I love you’s” you whisper into Iwaizumi’s neck on lonely and self-hatred filled nights, when the sun is replaced by the moon, he knows that you’ll never be his. That he’s never going to be your sun. He knows from the way your hands reach for your phone as soon as it rings, from the way your face drops when it’s not the voice you crave to hear, from seeing your eyes tear up when you’re looking at him, your head spinning from trying to imagine a different face instead of Iwaizumi’s. 

It's stupidly foolish of him to hope that he could ever be enough for you. That he could ever replace Oikawa, replace the man you compared to the sun. Iwaizumi was cold and bitter, the care and worry always masked by a scowl. Could he be your moon at least? Would you ever be satisfied with the coldness of the moon, when you once had the warmth of the sun? 

Iwaizumi doesn’t want you to answer the questions he never voices, the ones you have probably already answered hundreds of times in your head. 

All he can do is pull you closer and hope to be enough. The night is filled with sounds from the city that flow through the open window alongside the darkness. He can almost pretend he doesn’t feel the uneven rise of your chest, almost ignore the quiet sobs you try to hold in. 

Iwaizumi buries his face into your hair, the citrusy and musky smell of his shampoo filling his senses assuring him that he’s not in the wrong here. 

So why does it feel so bad to be selfish for once? To hold you in his arms like this, seeking to give you the comfort he knows you crave from another. 

Why does it feel so bad to keep you away from the sun?

Word count: 2.7k

Category: Angst, Smut

Warnings: smut, a bit of rough sex ig, reader is sad tm, cult leader geto, an awful lot of dog metaphors, veeeery slight masochism but not really explicit. Takes place eight years after Geto left but reader's age is not stated.

Summary: When Suguru left, a part of you went with. It's not a surprise, that eight years after, you still come crawling back to him.

***

When Suguru left, a part of you went with. The school years spent together passed by in a flash and then he was gone without saying goodbye. No words, no letter, not even a short message to your phone. The wallpaper was still set to the picture of the two of you. He wasn’t smiling in that one. When was the last time he did? The more you study the phone screen, the more your hands tremble. His skin looks pale, the bags under his eyes holding all the colors of the night sky. How could you not notice? How could you possibly be that stupid? How were the signs so glaringly obvious yet slipped past your radar?

You were too happy, your brain suggested. Lost in the bliss, living in the soft summer days, only noticing that you had nothing warm to wear when winter came along suddenly. Shoko had told you not to blame yourself, yet you noticed that she had started smoking way more. You were often with her, when she allowed the nicotine to surround the air around you, letting the bright red cherry tip burn right to the filter. Those moments were quiet most of the time.

Satoru didn’t say anything to you, during that time. You often wondered if he was hurting more than you. If the guilt ate him completely instead of chipping away as it had on you. You wondered if he had any tears left to shed. Yours seemed never-ending.

You also wondered what your friends (if you could still call them that, after so many years of no contact) would think of you if they saw you like this. Hair matted with sweat and sticking to your forehead, skin clammy and flushed, eyes rolled to the back of your head and countless loads of cum decorating your pliant body.

Right now, Suguru had you on all fours, back arched harshly, his large, unforgiving hand aiding the pose with a tight hold on your hair, the other resting on your hip with a bruising grip. His hips were unrelenting in their pursuit of his pleasure, almost punishing with how harsh they were. Your body bounced back and forth with each mean thrust, your hands fisting the silk sheets until the knuckles turned white.

You squirm forward a little and his strong body chases right after. His lean, toned body leans on yours, more weight landing on you, his soft hair forming a dark halo around you.

“Not trying to run from me, are you, darling?” His voice is dark and a little breathy.

A soft grunt slips past his glossy lips and you still, taking and taking and taking until there’s nothing but him. His clean, woody scent surrounding you, his silky hair tickling at the sensitive skin of your neck and his huge cock tearing away at your insides.

“N-no. Sorry.”

You’re surprised by the breathlessness of your own voice, sounding so far away. Geto rewards you with a content hum as he kisses the shell of your ear with befitting gentleness. The only sound besides your own deep breaths is the loud squelching of your awfully wet cunt.

It’s not like he hasn’t prepared you. He spent what seemed like hours between your legs, dark hair pulled into a bun because he didn’t like distractions while doing the thing he enjoyed most. He dangled your pleasure just in front of you, only allowing you to cum when you begged real pretty and tear tracks embedded themselves into the soft skin of your cheeks. After that, he had stretched you out with his fingers, cooing at you almost mockingly when three seemed to be too much. And they were, they really were with how long, thick and calloused they were and yet-

Nothing ever prepared you to take his cock, not even when you were dripping, messing up his expensive sheets. He was massive — long, and thick and slightly curved to the side, hitting all the right spots instantly yet never fully fitting inside.

“No? Seemed that way, doll.”

Another kiss, this time to your exposed neck, before his thrusts pick up speed. It’s nasty and loud, yet missing the usual sound of hips connecting that most often came along with sex. Those two last inches never did fit, much to his displeasure.

Suguru angles his hips in a way that hits that spot deep inside, the one that despite countless times of trying, no else was able to hit in the way he was. You keen loudly, burying your head into the bedsheets and sniffling loudly, hands clawing around in search of reprieve.

Suguru grants you that one relief, the hand that was knit tightly into your hair finally leaving and intertwining with yours, fingers squeezing tightly, as if he was the one afraid to let go. His thrusts are still mean. Now, that he had finally granted you the pleasure of feeling his cock against that one sensitive spot, he abused the newfound power over and over and over again.

“You close, love? Tell me how it feels.”

His voice is sweet and as smooth as honey. The word “love” feels like venom dripping from his perfect lips. Another mean thrust and you’re keening, thoughts jumbled in your head, saliva dripping down your chin as if it’s your brain leaking out.

“Feels, ngh- Feels soo- Suguru!”

He actually laughs, sound melodic and heavenly. He’s a god above you, a vision of utter perfection, and you’re a mortal, on your knees in his temple, begging for reprieve, for pleasure, for him.

“Use your words, dear. Can you do that for me?”

It’s completely condescending. The only thing that’s betraying how tight you’re squeezing him is the slight grunts he allows to slip past. He had nothing to hide from you, anyway. Who would you tell, when you were so afraid of admitting that you shared your bed with him?

“M-mhm, wanna be good. Feels, ah, feels good-“

His thrusts slow and you can’t find it in yourself to feel bad for actually whining at the loss of friction. He’s a henchman and you’re the victim, willingly walking to him and laying yourself under the shining silver of the axe. Nothing seems to matter anymore, save for your pleasure.

Your hips buck back, trying to get him to speed his thrusts back again, but Suguru is not the one to give in that easy. His hand still on your hip tightens, fingers curling in a way that’s sure to leave bruises, that’s sure to leave his mark.

“You can do better. You want to come, don’t you, darling? Yeah, you do… So do better for me. Talk all pretty, okay?”

And how can you refuse Suguru, when he asks like that?

“You’re s-so big and n-no one else can fuck me like tha-that. I love your cock, love to fe-feel it in me, love the way i-it hu-hurts and lo-love you, ah-!” words tumble past your lips as fast as running water, afraid to disappoint him, afraid for him to leave.

Finally, finally his hips pick up their speed, the hand that was just squeezing your hip now slithering under your body and finding that little bundle of nerves in an instant. He seems to have no trouble playing you like an instrument, his practiced fingers drawing tight, fast circles on your clit. You just do your duty, keeping your back arched, your hips thrusting back to meet his movements.

It doesn’t take long for your vision to completely black out, screams and moans and little ramblings leaving your spit-soaked lips. Suguru aids you through your orgasm, never ceasing his movements against your clit. He gifts you with a couple more shallow thrusts before he’s pulling out with a soft grunt. In a moment, you feel the warmth of his cum hitting your back and your knees finally give out, body splayed out on the bed.

Suguru rolls over in order not to crush you, his own breaths labored and loud. You spend a long moment just catching your breath, head turning to the side and drinking in his painfully pretty features. The arch of his jaw, the gentle slope of his nose, his tired, dark eyes and his mused hair.

“You confessing your love for me was not something I had expected tonight.” He answers with a chuckle, your name slipping past his lips unprompted. No matter how soft it is, it still sounds foreign.

“It was just a slip of a tongue.” You reply, still studying each movement of his body. He was still so coordinated and delicate in his maneuvers, as if the intense session before didn’t tire him out at all.

“Some phrase about a cat and it being out of the bag seems to come to my mind.” Suguru chuckled, before standing up and disappearing for a moment.

He comes back with a wet towel, wiping away at the mess between your legs and then carefully caressing your back, removing all evidence of what has happened before. He puts it away immediately, always the one to stick to neatness and tidiness.

“Why didn’t you just finish inside? It’s less messy and I’m on birth control.” You find yourself mumbling the words. Perhaps you just missed his warmth, craving it to be so deep inside you that even after you left, some part of him still lingered.

Suguru hums softly, pulling you into his strong arms. His skin is warm against yours. He’s still naked, his chest pressed up against your back. It feels right. Like that’s the way it should have always been.

“Admittedly, I am not that possessive, darling. You can fuck whoever you like, someone who fits your moral compass and all that. I don’t need to cum inside to prove that you’re mine.”

He’s always so nonchalant about this. Like he’s absolutely sure that you would always come crawling back, even if it resulted in bruised knees and absolute banishment of your dignity. It hurt that it wasn’t exactly wrong.

“It seems that no one fits my moral compass nowadays. Perhaps I am getting too picky.” You answered quietly, softly. The smell of sex was still heavy in the air.

Suguru brushes figures into the skin of your arms, making your body instantly relax in his strong arms. It shouldn’t feel so safe. Not when the blood of so many people stain every inch of his skin. You can’t find it in yourself to mind. He had never hurt you, at least, not physically. The emotional damage was something you preferred to think about over a nice bottle of wine, alone.

“Perhaps you are. Or maybe we are just two sides of the same coin. I cannot seem to find someone who’s presence satisfies me as much as yours, either.

His words never fail to make you blush. You’re not a school girl anymore, it shouldn’t affect you at all, let alone this much and yet, when it’s Suguru, nothing is off the table.

“We are not the same and never will be.” You find the strength within yourself to answer. The words are weak and uncertain.

“Oh, are we not?” He answers immediately, the movements of his nimble fingers ceasing for a moment before continuing their path down your arms. He’s soothing you, you realize. How stupid. As if you ever needed that. As if he actually know how much you did.

“What are you implying, Suguru?” You ask, and your head finds it’s way to rest on his chest. Suguru finally relaxes, as if it was him who craved it instead of you.

“I will never change my ideals and yet you still crawl back to me like an obedient little dog.” He lets the words linger in the silence of his bedroom for a moment, “You will never change yours and yet I welcome you back into my arms each time.”

“Comparing me to a dog now?” Is all you manage for an answer.

The words have no real bite behind them. A metaphor of a dog with no teeth comes to your mind briefly. You are a scared animal, cornered in somewhere, just waiting for a hand that will feed instead of hitting. Suguru embodies both.

“That’s not what you should be focusing on. And that wasn’t even my point.” He waves you off with a gentle flick of his wrist.

“Spit it out.”

“We were doomed from the day we first met. It was meant to be happen this way.” He begins, and you can’t begin to understand what he’s getting at. Suguru often got philosophical after sex, “I believe it was Emil M. Cioran, who said “If you are doomed to devour yourself, nothing can keep you from it: a trifle will impel you as much as a tragedy. Resign yourself to erosion at all times: your fate wills it so.”

“Are you saying that there was nothing that I could have done to prevent you from leaving? That you are devouring yourself?” the words taste bitter on your tongue.

“I’m saying exactly that. The guilt is written all across your features each time I see you. Not only because you feel bad about us sleeping together. You can’t let go of it even eight years after, you carry it with you like a deadly weight. It’s going to drag you down one day, don’t you know?” He asks so nonchalantly, like he’s not expecting an answer. You offer him one anyway.

“And the part about devouring yourself?”

“Exorcise. Consume. Repeat it until everything inside you aches. My fate was written down on the day my cursed technique developed.” He’s quiet as he tells you this. Honest, for the first time in a while.

“And for you, that is synonymous to devouring yourself? Your technique?”

“More or less so. The rest of devouring is me reaching for a goal that is impossible to reach. Icarus flying too close to the sun, Laika trying to reach the stars.” He’s silent for a long moment after that.

You don’t really know what to say, either. The need to ask about why he was still doing this if he knew what the outcome was, dies down on your tongue. Instead, you hold onto his hand still tracing shapes on your arm. He gives your fingers a squeeze. The atmosphere of his bedroom is heavy and dark, melancholy weighing down heavy on your bones.

“You’re bad at pillow talk, Suguru.”

He offers you a small laugh, sound melodic and airy.

“And you’re trying to evade the topic. There was nothing you could’ve done, okay? And I don’t have plans for returning.” Your throat burns. The harsh reality that you have been trying so hard to avoid comes crashing down around you, “It’s not that you’re not good enough for me to turn my back on all of this. The thing is, you’re pretty, and caring, and your laugh, and your touch are the only things that can soothe my tired body.”

“You’re pouring salt into the wound.” You answer, and your voice is hallowed. He either doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore it. Deep down, you know that it’s the latter.

“My goals just always come first.” He adds, as if that wasn’t obvious, as if it hasn’t been the thing that’s haunted you for years, borrowing it so deep inside your body, soul and heart that it’s become familiar.

“Your goals always come first.” You echo, “You’ll die a selfish man, Suguru.”

He rearranges you into a more comfortable position, laying you down onto his chest and enveloping you both in a soft, warm blanket. His breathing matches yours and you feel yourself teetering along the edge of unconsciousness.

Suguru presses a kiss to your hairline, chuckling softly, before closing his own dark eyes. Can you even hear him anymore? Ah, no matter. He can always tell you the next time you come back to him.

“Don’t I know it, dear. Don’t I know it.”

Thinking of Suguru who totally has avoidant attachment style while Satoru has anxious attachment style and how that translates into their love lives w reader

Suguru x reader; Satoru x reader

not proofread btw, warning include rough sex, a bit of masochism and sadism, and toxic relationships

***

Thinking about Suguru who never left, but never received the help he needed, either. Suguru, who's moral compass is messed up and all over the place, who's only purchase on life is you. Sweet, cheerful and so awfully welcoming.

It's always late at night when he barges into your apartment, desperate and pent up. It's on times like this, where he fucks you like he hates you. He has you bent over the couch, legs dangling down, face shoved into the cushions by his large, rough hand as his cock drags through your walls with no care in the world. He's always rough and degrading, his hips snapping fast and cruel, pelvis hitting your ass in the way that will surely leave you sore and bruised.

Mean words slip past his perfect, glossy lips unprompted, then.

"So fucking desperate for my cock, you pathetic slut."

He's always desperate when he nears his release, his thick, long cock making you cry out as it hits all the right spots inside you, making you cry and moan broken syllables of his name, drool escaping past the corner of your lips.

His grip on your hair only gets tighter, pulling at the scalp painfully, making you keen. You can't help but look back at him, how he looks like a god above you, so high and mighty.

He's tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a trim waist, his silken hair slipping out of the bun and strands of it clinging to his flushed face. It's perfect, too. Whiskey brown eyes half-lidded, perfectly shaped nose scrunched up slightly and his lips parted.

He catches your gaze, he always does, and gets meaner. Your face gets shoved into the pillows, uncaring if you can breathe, if you can speak. You never complain. Suguru doesn't like vulnerability, Suguru doesn't do vulnerability.

"Fucking trying to look at me, like you've earned that shit. You're nothing but a stress reliever with a tight cunt, nothing but a fucking cum dump. Take it, you whore, take it."

He's always meaner when he's about to come. It's a mask of sorts, because no matter how rough he's being, no matter how venomous his words are, he always makes sure to make you come, to have you soak his cock, slick dribbling down and staining his thighs. A few more sloppy thrusts and he fills you up with warmth that he never provides with his touch, or his words.

He makes you suck him off after, until your knees ache and bruise, fucks you again, if he's not too tired. He never stays over. Suguru just helps you into bed, cleans you up a little and presses a small kiss to the side of your head. That's all the affection you get before he leaves. And it's fine. He's bad at expressing emotions, he's bad at labels and relationships. Suguru always comes back, nevertheless.

***

Thinking about Satoru, who is so much sweeter. His best friend, the only person to ever understand him, has never left, but never fully stayed, either. Some integral part of Suguru left after Riko died. And Satoru knows that, god, he knows. You're his vice, his blessing, his angel in the darkness that has obscured his life.

It's almost akin to love. He texts you regularly, always checks up on you, asks how your day is going, comes over to take care of you after a perticularly rough mission.

When he fucks, there's no sign of roughness. He treats you like you're made out of glass. You think that he's afraid that you'll change, eventually, just like Suguru has. That's why he's so careful not to break you.

He spends hours between your legs, pretty pink lips latched onto your throbbing clit while two of his fingers hit the same spot inside again and again until there's no other choice but to come. He laps everything up like it's a blessing to be able to, he praised you all the way through.

"So pretty when you come, the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Absolutely perfect, I could spend days between your legs, love."

He fucks you carefully, restraint woven through every single part of his perfect body. Satoru almost never fucks you from the back. He craves to see your expressions, wants to see what feels good for you, what makes you moan and what makes you clench his pretty, long cock tighter.

He never scolds you for looking at him, revels in it, almost comes when your pretty, glossy eyes study each and every part of him. He's leaner, yet still strong, still the strongest. His skin is like porcelain, perfect and pristine, not one hair falling out of place even as his thrusts speed up, helping you chase your release. His eyes often remind you of a kicked puppy. Desperate for approval, desperate for your praise. You call him sweet names and chant his, when you see the ocean blue of his irises, when you see how his expression hardens and his lower lip wobbles slightly.

He's always so put-together, even when he comes. His thrusts never grow sloppier, he still drags in and out in a pace that you prefer, rewarding you with another mind-shattering orgasm before he paints your insides white, hesitant to pull out.

He always kisses you after, pushes your hair away from your sweaty, teary face and hughs you a bit too tight.

"So sweet for me, always milk my cock so well. How did I end up this lucky, how am I so blessed, love? Gosh, I absolutely adore you, baby."

In moments that follow, the strongest is vulnerable. He pulls out and cleans you up thoroughly, massages out the sore muscles and makes sure you eat and drink plenty of water.

Satoru never leaves after. He slips into your bed, pulling you close to his bare, muscular chest, his breathing a little erratic. When he thinks that you've fallen asleep, he begs and prays that you never leave him. It never fails to make your heart ache.

Suguru avoids everything that has to do with relationships, lust on a completely different level than love, and Satoru can't make one coexist without the other.

You can't help but think about how this jarring contrast would play out if they had you together.

PSA

So after a lot of deliberation I have decided I am gonna use this blog as a fan-fiction blog where I will be posting dark content and basically smut. I am currently constructing the blog and will soon start uploading the content I have planned.

If any of such content makes you uncomfortable then you are free to unfollow or block this blog. I will be adding content warnings and tags to everything but I just wanted to make this post for my existing followers because I had started this blog for a completely different purpose years back and now I have finally decided what direction I want this blog to go in.

I am super excited to start this new project and yeah I just wanted to put this out there more for myself than anyone else.

Haikyuu boys who’d be into mutual masturbation pt.1

A/N: I’m gonna do a part two probably with kuroo and kenma. Lmk if you’d like to me do any other characters :) And if I have missed out anything in the content warnings then please tell me. NSFW under the cut.

Includes: Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru.

Content Warnings: Masturbation, degradation, praise, phone sex¿, slight edging and denial, all characters are aged up (as per the timeskip), slight timeskip spoilers.

SUNA RINTARO

Being a world famous athlete had its perks but also its downfalls. The downfall being that Suna couldn’t always be around you and sometimes you’d have to go months before seeing each other.

It was just one of those days when he missed you and you were miles apart. He video called you and as soon as he saw your flushed face he was struck with an intense need to touch you.

You, unaware of what went through Suna’s head, excitedly spoke about your day and telling him a funny story about what happened at work today. He hummed and gave you half assed responses, but his eyes were trained on your pretty plush lips.

“Baby, I need you”, he interrupted you mid-sentence. “Oh, so you didn’t listen to a word I said huh” you laughed out.

“What do you want me to do then Rin?” you asked him with lust in your eyes. You looked at Rin, leaning against the headboard, in his black tee, fingers adorned with rings and you felt warm all over.

“Be a good doll and take your top off for me” he commanded in his gravely voice. He adjusted the camera so you could see the bulge through his sweatpants. You gulped and did as he told you to. Upon seeing your nipples he groaned out loud. “Play with them for me, do what I’d do if I was there” he said so as he palmed his erection through his sweats.

Gosh you were a pretty thing to look at. Skin flushed with arousal, fingers tugging at your nipples, face scrunched up in pain and pleasure. Oh and the sounds you made fuck, Suna knew the day he saw you, he’d devour you. He pulled his dick out of his pants and played with the tip slowly, throwing his head back in pleasure.

Seeing Suna like this did something to you. “Rin please can I touch myself, I need it so bad” you whined. “Yeah baby, show me how you play with your pussy when I’m not around.” You adjusted the camera to show him your pussy and how you played with it.

“Gosh you’re so wet baby, I bet if you put a finger in now it’d slide right in.” You slide your index finger in your wet cunt and both you and Suna moaned at the intrusion. He was fisting himself with an increased fervor, his eyes half lidded and fully trained on the picture of your pussy in front of him.

You slid another finger in and rubbed circles with your clit with the other hand. “Oh god Rin, want y-you so bad. Fuck lemme cum please.” you moaned out. Your pussy clenched around your fingers as you saw how abandoned in pleasure Suna was. “Yeah baby cum for me, put on a show for me.”

You threw your head back and moaned loudly, seeing stars as you finally came. You kept chanting “Rin, Rin, R-rin” as your thick walls kept clenching around nothing. “Oh fuck yeah, fuck you’re so beautiful baby” groaned Rin as he came all over his hand.

You both stayed like that for a while, coming down from your highs while soothing each other. He got up to clean himself and came back with a content smile on his face. “I love you babe and I can’t wait to be back home.”

OIKAWA TOORU

Tooru would use this as a way to tease the shit out of you and make you beg for more. He’d probably also use it as a form of punishment.

You’d been acting like a brat the whole day, giving Tooru the cold shoulder because he was being nice to his fangirls. He always found you amusing when you got jealous so he didn’t really put much thought into it. But it seemed today you were being a bit more stubborn than usual.

As soon as you both got home, you couldn’t stop yourself from taunting him for indulging his fangirls. At first he didn’t take you seriously and just laughed it off until you went a bit too far. “Why’d you even bother coming back home with me? I’m sure one of those whores would be more than happy to indulge you.”

He walked over to you, keeping his hands on your waist. “I know you’re mad baby, but don’t you think you’re taking it a bit too far? How about I show you just how much you mean to me hmm? Would you like that?” he whispered. He bit your ear and you threw your head back unto his shoulders. “Yeah maybe you oughta to do that” you whispered back.

He pulls you with him onto the couch and kisses you all over. His hands unbutton your shirt and push it off your shoulders. You both stay like this for a while, just kissing and undressing each other. And soon you start getting impatient.

Sensing that, Tooru takes your hand in his and makes you fold all your fingers except the index and middle finger. He drags your fingers to your mouth and pushes them past your lips. “Suck them like a good little whore.”

You wrap your lips around your fingers and suck them hard, waiting for further instructions. He takes your hand and drags it all the way down to your throbbing clit and makes you rub slow circles on it. You notice his other hand palming his dick through the pants. “Show me how I touch you baby” he commands.

Eager to please, you push your panties to the side and glide your fingers through the slit before settling on gently touching your clit. He leans back on the opposite end of the couch and pulls his hard length out of his pants. You can’t take your eyes off his pretty dick, it’s tip was flushed pink and your mouth watered. You wanted him in you.

He moves his hand up and down his shaft and stares at you intently. “Do you want it baby?” he asks. You bite your lip and nod your head frantically. “Brats don’t get what they want.”

“You really thought I’d be fine with you ignoring me and giving me the cold shoulder? You think I’d let you get away with being disrespectful to me?” He fisted himself and moaned when his thumb touched his tip. “Now all you can do is watch and the only way you’re gonna cum is by yourself.”

You were frustrated to say the least.“Tooru please I’m sorry okay? I was just jealous” you whined out. “Quit arguing baby, the least you can do is a put on a show for me now”.

You didn’t want to give in to him but god he looked so pretty, especially with his head thrown back and that mischievous glimmer in his eyes had you hooked. The throbbing between your legs intensified as you saw him pleasure himself. You couldn’t hold back anymore.

You collected the wetness on your slit and slowly rubbed your clit. One of your hands travelled to your chest, pulling and tugging at your nipples. You slowly slid one finger into your wet heat and moaned at the intrusion. You toyed with yourself a bit more before sliding two fingers inside you.

“Keep your eyes on me” he gritted out. Your fingers felt so good inside you and it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything but the pleasure between your legs. But you listened to him, not wanting to test his limits, and watched as his hand moved up and down his shaft. His tip was leaking precum and it took all your might to not beg him to have a taste.

The intensity of the pleasure kept building up until you didn’t think you could hold out any longer. “Tooru I’m so c-close” you moaned out, your eyes locked with his. “Cum for me baby, don’t look away” he commanded. Soon enough he reached his peak and came all over his hands. The sight of him in pleasure triggered your orgasm and you moaned out his name as you came, your gummy walls clenching around your fingers.

Tooru got up to get a wash cloth and cleaned the both of you. He then took you in his arms and laid his head on your shoulder. “Next time you act like a jealous brat you won’t even get to cum” he said so in his condescending tone and then kissed you on your cheek.

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