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chibi-chanforever · 3 years

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𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

Word Count: 4.4K

Pairings: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Beta Reader: @vanille--kiss @kurinoot

Warnings: +18 (Minors don’t interact), Explicit content, Mafia AU, Graphic descriptions of violence, blood, eventual smut, reader gets harrassed, possible dark content as the story progresses.

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime thought he would spend the rest of his life inside this old cage, until a fateful meeting brings him a ray of hope. But where there's light, there's also darkness...

This is my contribution to the Church of Meian Mayfia Collab! As always, this was supposed to be a one chapter and eventually turned into multi-chapter chaos! It is both a collab piece for a server full of wonderful people as well as a joint effort between my precious friend @vanille--kiss and me! It’s a fic inspired by one of our rps and I hope you guys will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed working on it!

Due to the Mafia thematic of this fic, be wary there will be graphic and explicit content. As always proceed with caution, and if you’re a minor do not interact.

Please check out the works from all the amazing writers and artists that participated in this collab, you can do so in our server masterlist, which can be found here!

Human nature is a bizarre thing.

Creatures capable of loving everyone around them, of providing a sense of warmth, safety and comfort to those considered part of their family, at the same time they can thrive off other’s pain in the same breath.

Thunderous screaming, shouting and stomping resonates through concrete walls. The smell of sweat, cigarettes and alcohol permeated through the surroundings with a pungent mixture that could easily overwhelm one with a frail stomach. Burly and muscular bodies surround a rusty cage while high off adrenaline, watching two men fighting inside the metallic contraption.

The floor inside the cage isn’t different, consisting of the same dirty concrete as the whole building where all those people shouted profanities, clutching wads of cash with a vice grip. The same floor that gets splattered with spit, sweat and blood as one of them lands a powerful hit against his opponent, harsh enough that his poor victim stumbles back against the cage with a heavy wheeze.

Good, this could only mean the fight will be over soon. That’s what goes through Iwaizumi’s head as he wipes the blood off his bruised lip. Compared to the bloody mess across his opponent’s face, that bruise was insignificant, all thanks to the rigorous training he’d always put himself through.

It may not be the life he was preparing for, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make sure to pull out his best performance. Not when there’s always someone watching between the crowds, someone who always stands out between all of those beefy brutes craving for violence.

He can feel it coming from his right, a piercing gaze unfitting for such a soft, pretty face. A face he’s never considered anything less than breathtaking the more he’s looked at it.

What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?

Watching with arms crossed and a nonchalant smile as the two men kept turning each other into bloody pulps...or at least the other one tried to, because no matter how much he tried, he could only land a couple punches to Iwaizumi.

Tonight, your presence ,your presence stirs him to show off, to be a little bit more ruthless during the fight. An urge to prove himself before the dozens of eyes, but more specifically, before that soft pair of eyes holding such power behind them.

Focusing back on the fight, Iwaizumi sees the walking, bloodied mass lunging towards him one last time. Feeling pity for him, he throws one last punch to his face, and a horrendous crack echoes across the building. He can see everyone’s reactions to that punch; cringing, flinching, gasping or gaping by the intensity of that punch….but you? You don’t even blink after he just fractured someone’s nose with his bare fist.

There’s a thick and heavy silence as the blond-haired opponent falls hard on the floor, eyes rolling into the back of his skull and and the lower part of his face coated in a thick layer of crimson. It’s a good thing he went face down, avoiding the risk of choking on his own blood. These are the kind of risks that come with his… “career choice”, but complaining is not an option for him at this point.

Once again the crowd breaks into a deafening chorus of yelling, both shouts of victory and profanities are thrown in his direction, but he ignores them all as he walks out of the cage, heading towards the back of the room to change out of his bloody and sweaty clothes while a couple of “bouncers” take the other fighter out of the cage. On his way to the backroom, his attention wanders towards the crowd that’s still drunk off the carnage. Olive eyes following after our retracting figure, walking away with a step radiating nothing but pure confidence with every step.

It’s always the same, he always catches you watching his match with that unfaltering gaze, and right after he walks out of that rusty cage, you walk away from the warehouse without looking back. Now that he thinks about it, how come nobody mentions a thing about it? Surely more than one of the men around should’ve noticed someone as graceful and elegant amidst the crowd of men snorting lines on the counter and betting their savings on clandestine fights.

Oh well, it’s not really his problem and it’s not like he can talk them out of this, and as long as he gets paid for breaking someone’s nose, he really cannot complain…

With a heavy huff, he uses a towel to wipe the sweat off his face, frowning at the smear of blood left on the fabric. He shrugs in defeat, before wiping as much of the sweat as possible. God he could really use a nice, warm shower after this, but it’s either getting food or hot water this month. Once he’s finally done, he sits down on a nearby bench with his back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling while deep in thought...How did it end up like this? One day he had just graduated college, and he was ready to take on the next step of his dream career...The next one he found himself having to earn a living in clandestine fights, more than once risking his life and freedom every night he got called for a match. Unconsciously, his hand traces a small scar at his right side, it was probably around the same length as his middle finger, with the skin badly healed, leaving an ugly, scarred reminder that this was his life now, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Frowning at the memory, he stands up with a sour face, before getting changed back into his regular clothes. It’s nothing fancy to wear, denim pants, black sneakers, and an old, blue hoodie thrown over a white t-shirt. They may not be his fanciest clothes, but they’re definitely some of his best ones.

“Good job out there, kiddo.” A man around his 40’s approaches Iwaizumi with a smile, patting his shoulder lightly as he lets out a whole hearted laughter. It was hard to think how a man that radiated the same energy of a father figure could organize these fights without a single problem, or help these guys to get in shape as he provided them a place to train and free of charges. “You gave Ronald a run for his money! As promised, here’s your prize for tonight’s performance.”

He pulls out a neat envelope from his back pocket, slightly wrinkled from being kept in that oversized pocket, but Iwaizumi doesn’t complain about it, not when the thing that matters is inside that thick bundle of paper. Taking the envelope, Iwaizumi opens it and begins inspecting the contents, each bill counted carefully as he counts his reward of the night.

“This is more than the usual.” He has to count it again, and again and again to make sure his eyes don’t deceive him. He can’t stop wondering if it’s some kind of prank, but the coach only laughs in response, belly shaking with each intake of breath before he lays a hand over the young man’s shoulder.

“Kiddo, you’re getting one hell of a reputation out there. Someone came in and made this huge bet on your name. Everyone’s talking about you.” Iwaizumi can’t help feeling happy, proud that his hard work paid off.

The world can be a cruel place, playing twisted games at the least unexpected time, but for a brief moment he doesn’t care anymore. Sighing to himself, he gets up from his seat and shoves the envelope in his bag. Allowing the coach to slap a hand on his back with a tired chuckle before walking out through the back door.

The old, metallic door is closed shut with a faint click!. Breathing in, Iwa breaths in with a twitching eyebrow and a frown. The stench around the alley seemed stronger than usual, with a pungent mix of rotten garbage, piss, alcohol and puke that made him gag in retaliation. Covering the lower part of his face, he starts walking through the small space towards the empty streets, ready to get back “home” and get some well deserved rest.

He pulls out his phone to check out the time, the cracked screen coming to life with a dim light and the numbers displayed across the small device make him huff loudly.

“Two in the morning, huh?” Tonight’s fight really took longer than usual, but it doesn’t matter. He got more money than expected thanks to it. The corner of his lip twitches lightly as he walks out of the alley and breathes in the now fresh air, shivering slightly as it makes chills run through his sweaty body.

“Aww come one, sweetcheeks! Let’s have some fun, don’t ya?” A whinny, slurred voice coming from the other side of the street catches Iwaizumi’s attention. A part of him is tempted to ignore everything and keep walking, but Iwaizumi isn't that heartless and he knows that himself. He looks in the direction where said voice came from.

It’s after that moment that Iwaizumi’s whole life changed…

He’s never been one to believe in destiny, until he looks at the drunken nobody at the other side of the streets, with an arm slung over the shoulders of the one person he never expected to come across at this moment….your face.

A breathtaking, nonchalant face as you look at this drunken man with a sharp glare, it may not be directed at Iwaizumi, but even he could feel the sheer coldness behind your narrowed gaze.

“I’ve already said this before,” cringing as you take a hold of the dirty, sweaty hand over your shoulder, you pull it away with two fingers. A grossed out look at the clammy sensation left across the fabric of your top. “I have no interest in this fun you seem desperate for…”

Of course, when alcohol takes over and clouds one’s common sense, it’s when things rarely end up well. A blind fury takes over this man, and the same grimmy hand takes a not-so-firm hold over your forearm. It’s like a switch goes off in both Iwa’s head and yours. In an instant, Iwa’s already bolting in your direction. He can hear something along the lines of “You damn cunt” which ignites his blood. How dare this scumbag talk to you like that?

The growing rage inside him doesn’t get to come out against the drunkard. Everything happened so quickly as your own hands took a firm hold of the jerk’s hand, twisting it backwards with a brutality that sobered him up in no time. The pain is such that he ends up falling on his knees, a chorus of high pitched yells coming out of his mouth as he attempts to pry off your hand, just to get it bent ever harder, threatening to dislocate his wrists if he keeps it up any longer.

“Ack…!....Let me go, you bitch!”

The pained frown he gives you is nothing compared to the cold, hard glare over your features, growing harder and harder with each word coming out of the bastard’s mouth. He wants to say something else, curse your whole blood line and entire existence.

Iwaizumi finally approaches, determined to make this guy swallow his words.

“Is this guy troubling you, Miss?” Both you and the aggressor turn around in surprise, neither of you expecting another voice outside this late at night.

“Dude help me out! This bitch is assaulting me!” He cries out once again, but another twist of his wrists instantly makes him shut his mouth.

“Say one more thing and a broken wrist will be the least of your worries…” You twisted his wrist tighter, making the bastard yell out in agony as he could feel the joint threatening to dislocate at any moment. So all he did was nod rapidly, little beads of sweat gathering at his temple, instantly sober up from the sheer pain at his limb before your hand slowly released him from the painful grip, just to be shoved back on the floor with the heel of your boot. “Good. Now get out of my sight, you pig.”

The glare he gives you is just as pathetic as his existence as he crawls back on the dirty street, before getting up and scrambling away into the dark night. Iwa stands firm on his spot, just a couple feet away as he watches you from afar, pulling out a handkerchief from the pocket of your jacket, nose wrinkled in disgust as the delicate silk brushed against the spot in your shoulder where that pig had laid his hands on, before wiping your hand next...What just happened?

“...Can I help you?” Your words snap him out of his trace. He finds himself looking right into those same eyes that would always watch him from the crowds, this time less lively than those moments when you wouldn’t even flinch when a punch was thrown during the fights.

With the handkerchief stuffed back in your pocket, you look at him with your arms crossed, hips tilted to a side and an eyebrow raised in boredom. How did those little gestures manage to fluster him so badly?

“I…” He coughs awkwardly against his closed fist, clearing his throat from the small bundle of nerves at the back of his throat, “saw that asshole giving you trouble...but seems like you already took care of it, miss.” From the look on your face, it’s obvious to him that you expected a completely different answer. Blinking confused at his remark, he watches you release a small huff of surprise.

“Miss? Wow, such a gentleman.” His ears get warm rapidly as you look away, muffling a giggle against the palm of your hand. “What are you, a knight in shining armor?” You look back at him through long lashes, “You’ve got the strength of one.”

So you do pay attention to more than just the ripped bodies in the arena, huh?

He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, unable to find a clever answer to your question, and he’s met with another round of laughter as you lean back against the back of a nearby bench with an ankle crossed over the other while he stood still in place.

“Relax, will you? I’m not going to twist your wrist….unless you want me to?” A smug little smile adorns your face as his own burns in embarrassment. He’s used to having insults thrown at his face, words of encouragement from the coach, even praise from the other guys during training, but flirting? That’s definitely a new subject for him.

“Oh my god, you should see the look on your face!” There’s a small grunt at the back of his throat. A blush coating his cheeks as you laugh shamelessly at the look on his face.

“Okay I’m sorry, you’re just so easy to fluster!”

“You tease every stranger you meet like this?”

“No, only the handsome ones.”

Flustered, Iwa’s eyes go wide open as you laugh at his blushing face, hands resting over your chest and shoulders shaking uncontrollably. A small tear prickling the corner of your eye which is wiped away just as quickly as it appears.

“The look on your face, oh my god!”

He’s never been a fan of being laughed at, remembering the many times his childhood friend always used to throw playful remarks during their youth. But for some reason, there’s something about your reactions, about that heartfelt laughter of yours that stirs something in him. Eventually, he finds himself chuckling as well.

“So,” Taking a deep breath, your head is angled playfully at him with a sweet, yet playful smile across your face. “What’s your name, stranger?”

For the first time in years, Iwaizumi can feel a small weight being lifted off his shoulders, and he finds himself approaching casually, taking the spot besides you on the bench, leaning back as the both of you start having a friendly conversation….When was the last time he felt this calm before? Weeks? Months?....Years?

He’s not sure, but eventually the days pass by and with each night, you two slowly become closer. It becomes a personal little routine. Every night he gets offered a fight, the easier it gets to notice those pretty eyes lingering across the crowd. That alluring gaze that never wavers with every hit, as the building is filled with the loud cheering or the crowds going wild with adrenaline.

From that point, there’s something new in his routine as you indulge in each other’s company. Every night after a fight, you find yourselves getting to know each other and talking about some of the most random of things, laughing at both good and bad jokes, sometimes even enjoying a nice can of warm coffee in the middle of the coldest nights. He also tells you about the passion he had for volleyball, of the matches won alongside his team.

Somehow, he never says anything about his life past college...

As time goes by, those gazes slowly become more intense, driven by a hidden desire that slowly keeps growing over time. And the more time he spends with you, the more he notices some of the smallest details, like the way your eyes linger over his body after every fight, following the small beads of sweat running down his abs whenever he pulls the hem of his shirt to wipe the moisture around his face, or the way your gaze lingers on his biceps during the warmest nights, when he’s wearing either short sleeves or a tank top, the way your pupils dilate with the slightest flex of his muscles stirs an urge deep inside when those silky hands glide over the skin one night, tracing small circles on his skin, making him inhale sharply on instinct.

He doesn’t seem to notice the effect that noise has on your body. Of the way you have to bite your lower lip to hold back a whimper, of the way your eyes darken in arousal, all because of his mere breathing, which makes your thighs press slightly against each other. Until he breathes out softly, and it’s like a switch went off inside your head. Blinking rapidly, you quickly pull your hand away, turning away to hide the heat warming up your face.

“Ah, sorry, I... shouldn’t have done that.”

He has to take another deep breath to soothe himself and that familiar throbbing between his legs that slowly became more intense the longer your hands lingered across his skin. Green eyes stare at the back of your head, which is tilted down as you attempt to fan the heat off your face. The sight before him is something new, unexpected even. He’s used to your subtle, yet confident flirting, to those sly little smiles thrown at him from the crowds, and the piercing eyes that could easily kill a man with their intensity, but he has to admit that this side of you is also alluring in its own way. That shy, easily flustered side is endearing.

“....It’s fine.” He finds himself unable to speak. Maybe, just maybe, it’s that shy attitude of yours that lures him in with its charm, prompting him to place his hand over your shoulder, fully aware that you could easily twist his hand with a swift movement, a small part of him had already prepared him for the pain of an injured wrist, and yet, that moment never comes.

Instead, he finds himself looking back into those same pretty eyes that always take his breath away. You both try to look away like a pair of teenagers talking to their middle school sweetheart, but Iwa’s eyes land somewhere else, lingering on your soft and silky lips, covered in a thin layer of gloss, making them look so… appetizing. The more he looks at them, the more finds himself fighting the urge to lean forward and bite them.

….And judging from the way you look up at him, he’s not the only one that wants that. The same hand resting over your shoulder grabs a hold of your face, holding your chin gently as his thumb traces the shape of your lips, pressing down gently so the lower lip is dragged along, following after his thumb.

He takes a step closer, and it’s nearly impossible not to feel the heat seep through each other’s clothing. A comforting, yet suffocating warmth, that if it were to be unattended it could easily burn everything around them without mercy, leaving behind nothing but a scorched landscape full of pain and agony.

He didn’t even realize how close you stood to each other, until the heat of your breath hit him. One of your hands resting carefully over the firm muscle of his chest, fingers pressing softly against him as he asks you a single thing…

“Can I...?” He whispers against your eager lips, desperate to crash his lips against your own, and ready to devour them. Rather than a proper reply, he can feel one of your hands sneaking its way to the back of his head, tangling itself in his own locks as it pulls him closer. It doesn’t take him a minute to release a ferocious groan against your lips, before his hand releases your chin, so he could wrap his arms around your waist to pull you closer against him. One limb wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other one is pressed neatly across your back, sliding its way up until it’s pressed firmly at the base of your neck.

You’re already kissing him back with the same fervor, moaning sweetly against his lips with your own hands wrap desperately around the back of his neck, before tangling into his brown locks to keep him as close as possible, the last thing you want in that moment is to part from him, and he feels exactly the same way as he pulls away from the kiss.

“You taste so fucking good…” The sight of his tongue running over his lips as he tastes your sweet lip gloss is powerful enough to make you pull him back to attack his lips all over again. He chuckles against your mouth, dizzy and intoxicated like never before. The only time he’s felt this rush before is during a fight, but this is even better, a rush of adrenaline and lust running through his veins like electricity that feels like no other.

Begrudgingly, he has to force himself to stop, to pull away before he might end up ripping off your clothes in the middle of the street.

“One of these days…” He breathes out, resting his forehead against yours as he attempts to steady his breathing, just the same way as you are. “I’m going to make you mine…”

“Why not...Why not now?” You ask him curiously, holding his face with both hands to give him another peck, which he accepts eagerly, and the mere gesture already has you trembling for more.

“I want to wait for the perfect moment.” An arm makes its way around your waist, holding you firmly against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the skin softly as his breaths slowly become even, aided by the sweet scent of your perfume which helps sooth his senses. “And when that moment comes, I’m gonna make you mine over and over again. Got it?”

When he lifts his face to look in your eyes, it’s like the same guy you met that night had been replaced by someone different. The guy that would stumble on his words whenever you flirted with him was gone, and instead you stood face to face with the same fighter that could easily break someone’s neck if he wanted to. He could do anything he wanted in that instant, and you would take it all without complaining.

“In that case, you better keep that promise, Iwaizumi.” With a soft giggle, you give him another peck, which quickly turns into another one of those passionate kisses that easily took away your breath… The type of kisses that only he could provide. “I’ll be waiting patiently for that day.”

“Is that a challenge, princess?”

“It’s a goddamn promise.”

With that, you share one last kiss together before pulling away from that firm grasp, before walking away with that same, mysterious smile. Iwaizumi’s gaze turns towards the dark sky as he chuckles to himself, hands shoved in his pockets as he turns on his heels, ready to go home for the night. His mood lifted drastically as he’s lost in thought, already yearning for the feeling of your soft lips against his own.

It’s just the same way you’re already missing the feeling of his lips against yours, the warm yet slightly chapped lips that could easily make your body go limp in those toned arms. Smiling, your own fingertips brush against your lips softly, humming happily by the events that occurred less than a couple minutes ago. Nothing could ruin that moment for you.

“You!”....Except for that goddamn voice, the same slurred voice and stench of cheap alcohol as the very same man from that time appeared before you, eyes burning with a drunken rage as he came closer, clutching one of the cheapest bottles of beer in the market. “You’re that fucking bitch!”

“Do I know you?” Of course you know him, but he’s just not worth remembering. Not even when he slams the end of the bottle against a nearby light post. There’s pieces of glass scattered everywhere, glistening on the floor as they mix with alcohol to reflect the lights.

“I’m gonna… make you pay for what you did, you damned whore!” The sharp ends of the bottle are pointed in your direction, swaying dangerously from side to side, but neither the sharp edges of the makeshift weapon or the rabid look across this man’s face has any effect on you, aside from a raised eyebrow and an unamused look.

Either the people inside the bar are too drunk to notice, or they just don’t care when a blood curdling scream is heard outside. Nobody’s around to help the screeching drunk outside, yelling in agony as his hand is pressed against a nearby sign, pinned in place by a sharp, expensive dagger easily piercing through the palm of his hand, the droplets of blood running down his limbs coming together into a small puddle, reflecting the agonizing look on his face, and your elegant silhouette walking off in the distance, with the heel of your boots clicking delicately against the floor.

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chibi-chanforever · 3 years

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𝙰 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚢

Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ I have her Bokuto-san”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heyya thank you soo much for reading!! As promised the collabs links are down below, please show some love and support!!

The Church of Meian Masterlist🌼 Mayfia masterlist🌼

Also requests are open!!

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chibi-chanforever · 3 years

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hi hello sinners and saints! wel-cum to the congregation of father meian! this is the masterlist for all the church of meian monthly collabs that we have every month! just to shed light, the said server is more of a personal space for us rag-tag friends here, which means we don’t send invites out of the blue like most servers :( so yeah uwu (so don’t ask me or anyone if we send invites uwu thank you very much)

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+ atsumu april

it’s warm, it’s sunny, it’s the perfect weather to slander our favourite scrub; a month dedicated to slandering loving our beloved piss-colored haired setter

+ may-fia (masterlist to be posted!)

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chibi-chanforever · 3 years

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🥺🥺🥺🥺

I wub u so much for this Vaniiii!!!!

Dad Bokuto

Bo would definitely spoil his children!

hugs and kisses overload from daddy bo!!

during his games he will never forget to look for you and the children only so that he can wave at you

bringing his children during training and then they would get spoiled by Atsumu and Hinata

Everyone on the team is uncle to Bo’s children! his kids wake up to presents after he comes home from every away game

Tea parties and painted nails with his daughter. doesn’t even hesitate, brags to all his teammates like “look at my nails!! she’s gonna be an artist

His children came up with the name of his spike “Bokuto beam” and that’s why he loves it so much

also, the child is lucky to have the entire Fukurodani and MSBY team as his/her uncles. That child is spoiled rotten!

🌸MASTERLIST🌸

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chibi-chanforever · 3 years

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This is so cute!!!!! I cant wait for more ❤

UNEXPECTED [masterlist]

» ukai keishin x reader smau

» status: ongoing

» about: you just finished your masters of education abroad excited to move back to Japan. What things will be in store for you as you start teaching and you’re not in the big city like you’re used to?

» warnings: language, sexual innuendos?

Chapters

Y/N profile

Welcome home

Tattoo

Got cake

You visiting? | written |

Need Volleyball memes

a/n

sooo it’s my first time ever making anything like this and posting it 👉👈 please be kind 🥺

I have no idea how many chapters this is gonna be 🤷‍♀️

Thank you to @babyoomi 😍💖🤩 absolute VIP and national treasuuuure. ily bb

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chibi-chanforever · 3 years

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𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 || 𝟙 ||

Pairing: Kozume Kenma x Fem! Reader

Summary : Your world was awfully small. It was a simple puzzle and the biggest piece belonged to this one person named Kuroo Tetsuro. However, as time passes Kuroo’s puzzle gains another important piece and in your anxiety to not lose him to someone else you decide to add that piece to your life as well. So you're introduced to Kozume Kenma, who you only saw as a package deal that comes with ‘Tetsu’ . As the years passed feelings changed, what once was childish adoration bloomed into the flower of youthful affection. What you didn’t realise is that in order to protect your flower that grew for Kuroo, you began plucking petals off the flower that bloomed for you.

Wordcount : 1.4 k

Warnings: Family breakdown

A/N:

f/c- favorite cartoon

Chichai- little (pronounced>like a 5 year old kid saying wittle)

Special thanks to ssrated1volleyballplayer ヽ(^ 。^)/, NewFriendJen>.< and vanillekiss <3 for beta reading!

||prologue||

‘Huh? Why did I want Testu to love me?’

This blatant thought brought you out of the trance you’ve been stuck in ever since your friends spoke about the ‘husband’ topic. ‘EW! Love is gross! I hate love!’

According to you, nothing good came out of love. At that tender age, love was something you didn't quite understand and you had little knowledge about the subject. You knew your mom loved you, you knew your dad loved you too! You also knew that they loved each other... but in the end what was the result? You were alone; You were left behind by both of them, and now, you were living with your grandparents, trying your best to fit in this new area.

After your dad had left, the first three months were horrible. Your mom had gotten really quiet, she would burst into tears at odd times and spent hours staring at the wall? And after three months your mom had left you at her parents house saying that you reminded her too much of him and it hurt her too much.

*＊✿❀ You distinctly remember what happened; You had come down to drink water and had almost entered the kitchen, but was stopped short when you heard your mother’s voice. It was clear that she had been crying and the way her words were slurred, you assumed she had been drinking too.

You could hear that she was talking to someone on the phone; you took a step forward to go and hug your mom, to tell her that you love her, that everything was going to be alright. However, her next words left you lifeless; You stood there paralyzed as your mom’s extremely broken voice felt like sharp shards of glass piercing your ears. You felt like your ears would bleed when you heard her.

“I can't take it anymore mom! I can’t bear to look at her. It hurts so much mom… AHHH it just hurts so much, I want to di-” You made a run for it, you didn’t think you could stomach any further than this. You went to your bedroom, hid under the sheets and kept reiterating,

“This is a dream! This is a dream! This has to be a bad dream! This is a dream”

What happened after that was very fuzzy, you felt numb. You couldn’t remember much, but when you came back to your senses, your mom was waving at you; your grandma was holding your hand, waving to your mom for you.

You saw delicate tears fall and drip down your mom’s chin , ‘why was she crying?’ You wondered, already unnerved by what was happening. Your legs began to move before you realised, you ran towards your mom, hugging her knees and begging her to take you with her.

“WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?” You screamed.

“I’m not leaving you honey! I’ll come to see you on the weekends! Mommy just needs some time sweetheart.” She said, while simultaneously trying to pry your little hands off her leg.

You still wouldn’t let go of her leg and kept pleading, “I’ll be a good girl! I won’t trouble you mommy! Please! Don’t go because you hate me! I swear I’ll listen! ”

“Oh sweetheart, Mommy’s not leaving because she hates you,” and then she uttered those horrible words.

“It's because I love you Y/N” ❀✿＊*

‘Does love mean that you leave the person you love behind? Then no! I absolutely do not love Tetsu and I don’t want Tetsu to love me either. I will never leave Tetsu behind! Even if it means I will never love him…..but why does it hurt? Why does it feel like loving Tetsu is what I am supposed to do? But no! I can't ever leave him, not now, not ever.’

You cherished Tetsu and under no circumstances, ever wanted to lose him. After years, you had finally found some stability in your life and you weren’t ready to give that up, not in a million years, come what may! You would fight an army if you had to!

‘Tetsu won’t leave me if I don’t love him right? Thats easy, I'll just stick by him and be the perfect friend, forever and ever,’ But somewhere deep down, you knew this was wrong; Things would change, they always do. However you weren’t ready to accept it just yet.

Meanwhile Kuroo had found a new interest. His life had gone ahead and started to diverge into a new path, while you were desperately trying to protect yours from breaking down. Little did you know that Kuroo was going to open a new world for you, after horribly breaking down your old one.

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It's been about a year now, since you’ve known Kuroo.

Nothing has changed much really; He was still the same old goofy guy you used to and still continue to adore. However, recently it has come to your attention that Kuroo has started to spend a lot of time practicing something called volleyball? This resulted in the time he spent with you to diminish slowly as days passed by.

“Testu do you want to watch f/c today?” You would ask.

“Next time! I gotta go play volleyball” Was what you’d get. Wanna go to the garden? Gotta play volleyball! Wanna hang out after school? Gotta play volleyball! Wanna go see the new comic collection at the store? Sorry I Gotta. Play. Volleyball.

This new discovery was eating at you, and you felt like Kuroo was making up an excuse to not hang out with you. Whenever you asked him about volleyball, his eyes would light up like stars in the velvety night sky, but he wouldn’t really give you much details about it, besides the fact that it's super awesome.

Whenever he spoke about volleyball, it frequently went like “The ball came at me and I spiked so hard, and it went like voosh! And it was so awesome! You know I’m quite tall for my age right, so I can block the ball really well. And you know, you know...” And it went on and on and on without any real information on how the game is actually played.

And suddenly, you remember that you heard a name. ‘Shit I wasn’t paying attention, I blanked for one second and I missed out! What did he say? Whose name did he take? Ke? Ke- something! GOD, why didn’t I pay attention. He’s gone too ahead now and I can't even ask him or he’ll whine that I never listen to him! This is so frustrating! Ugh!’

In the end, all you knew was that he didn’t play alone, which meant that he was spending his time with someone else more, and this unconsciously made you anxious. Your mind was running a million miles per minute with thoughts like,

‘Soon Tetsu will stop hanging out with me, he’ll never want to see me again, he’ll forget about me, he’ll realise how much of a disappointment I really am!’ Your mind kept on creating more of such thoughts that brought all your fears to life.

These thoughts started getting darker and darker by each passing second, festering and reopening closed wounds. No! You couldn’t go down that road again, you had to do something!

The next day, you got up extra early, ready to execute the strategy on which you spent more than half the night planning. Going over the steps and possibilities over and over, until you were determined that it would work. So you walked up to Kuroo, “ Hey Tetsu~” You sang out, “Hey chichai” he says smugly, fully aware of how annoyed you get with the name.

“I told you to stop calling me that!” You whine, your face which was now dusted with a pink hue, was facing away from Kuroo to hide how flustered you got when he called you such names.

‘I can’t get distracted! Not now at least! I have to do it, it’s now or never. Deep breaths y/n, you can do this! It’s just one question, c’mon’ You sigh before looking at Kuroo, your face still slightly pink. Kuroo looked at you with a worried expression, “ y/n are you feeling-” He gets cut of by your question,

"𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑰 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀 𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝒀𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼?~"

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